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sunkifye · 4 months

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don’t kiss me under the mistletoe

pairing— non idol nishimura riki x female reader

genre— enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis— it was the biggest (holiday) party of the year, so it was no surprise that you saw your enemy, who also happens to be your ex-crush, there. you just weren’t expecting to see him under the mistletoe next to you.

featuring— minji from newjeans

warnings— cursing, kissing, partying, riki is honestly really mean (im sorry!!)

word count— 3.1k

author’s note— merry christmas to those who celebrate! and happy holidays!!

“I seriously can’t believe they’re dating,” minji, your best friend, whispered into your ear.

“really? I saw it coming,” you shrugged before taking a sip of your drink.

“what?! how?? they’re literally best friends,” minji asked, pouring fruit punch into a plastic cup.

“that’s exactly why I saw it coming,” you explained.

“I guess so,” minji agreed. “they’re totally gonna be the it couple of the year aren’t they?”

“for sure”

“ugh I’m so jealous” minji complained.

“me too,” you sighed. “I wish I had a-”

someone had aggressively bumped into your shoulder, launching you forward towards minji.

“excuse you!” you yelled out at the person who bumped into you.

“who? me?” a familiar voice asked.

you looked up to see the culprit standing before you, nishimura riki.

“yes you nishimura! do you seriously have no manners?” you scolded the boy just to receive an eye roll from him.

“to be honest,” he said, taking a step closer to you. “I don’t really care.”

oh how he made your blood boil.

he began to walk away from you, but after taking two steps he turned back around.

“oh and I forgot to mention,” he said, looking down at you. “you should probably stop daydreaming about things that’ll never happen…”

“because you’ll never get a boyfriend,” riki said with a smirk on his face before finally walking away from you.

oh he’s really done it now.

you started to march towards riki just for minji to put her hand on your shoulder and pull you back.

“just let him go,” minji said with a sigh.

“no way! I’m not letting him get away with saying that to me,” you replied, ripping minji’s hand off of your shoulder before beginning to walk after riki once more.

“nishimura!” you shout at the boy. “who do you think you are?!”

“better than you,” he says, turning his head around to look at you.

“well, news flash! you aren’t,” you yell at him. he scoffs as he turns his head back around and continues to walk away from you.

“don’t walk away from me!” you shouted, quickening your pace so you could catch up to him.

“why? do you want my attention or something?” he asked, smirking as he turned around to face you.

“ugh as if,” you grumbled, furrowing your eyebrows.

“as if!” riki said in a high-pitched voice, mocking you.

he lets out a laugh before walking away, but now he’s walking backwards just so he could look at you.

“you should really be nicer to people,” you reply, following him once more.

“I am nice!” he defends himself, placing his hand over his heart, pretending to be offended by your words.

“yeah right,” you say, rolling you eyes.

“just not to you,” he adds, continuing to walk backwards—which in all honesty, was a really bad idea.

since riki was facing you and not looking at where he was going, he bumped into a small table that was placed up against the wall in the hallway. the sudden movement of the table made a glass vase, which had a bouquet of white roses in it, fall over and onto the floor.

CRASH!

the vase had shattered on the floor, leaving the roses in a puddle of water on the ground, surrounded by shards of glass.

“look at what you did!” riki blamed you, pointing to the mess on the floor.

“what I did?! look at what you did!” you retorted, “this is your fault. if you were looking where you were going then maybe you wouldn’t have caused this mess!”

“well maybe if you weren’t annoying me then I wouldn’t have-”

“well maybe if you weren’t annoying me first-”

“well maybe if you hadn’t showed up to this party then none of this wouldn’t have happened!” riki spat out at you.

“what…” you mumbled in utter confusion.

“you shouldn’t even be here. these parties aren’t for people like you,” he stated, looking down at you.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, crossing your arms.

“you’re a loser y/n! you always have been and you always will be,” riki stated coldly.

your eyes widened at his words. you knew he was mean, but to say something like that? you stood there looking at him, not able to fathom the fact that you once had a crush on the boy standing before you.

you were in your second year of middle school when you developed feelings for your first crush, nishimura riki. he was friends with some boys in the higher grades and was quite popular among the students in your grade. you began to crush on him a week after school had started since he sat next to you in history class. your feelings for him grew as school went on because you saw him everyday and you even had to do a project with him once.

it was the middle of the school year—about february—when a girl you were kinda friends with told you to confess to riki, telling you that he would totally go out with you and that you would have a boyfriend for valentine’s day. you, being young and naive, trusted the girl’s words and decided to tell riki how you felt.

big mistake.

it was lunchtime and you entered the cafeteria, looking around for riki’s table. you found him in almost an instant, especially with how loud his friends were. you walked up to his table and with a sudden rush of confidence you tapped on his shoulder.

“huh?” he uttered, turning his head around to face you.

“hi,” you said quietly.

“hi?” he repeated, scrunching up his eyebrows.

“riki, I really really like you,” you blurted out, causing riki to raise his eyebrows. his friends were biting their lips and covering their mouths, trying to hold back their laughter, which you failed to notice.

“and- and I was wondering if you would go out with me,” you added, looking at him with hope in your eyes. he turned his head, looking around the cafeteria, then looking at his friends, before setting his gaze back on you.

“who are you again?” he asked, genuinely confused. his friends continued to try to hold back their laughter, which they were failing at miserably. you ignored them as you kept your eyes on riki.

“I’m y/n, we have history together,” you said, hoping he would remember you. “you sit next to me… a-and we did a project together a few weeks ago,” you added, just for him to furrow his eyebrows once more.

“I don’t recall,” riki said before turning his attention away from you as he began to eat his lunch. you stood next to the table, dumbfounded as you watched him eat his sandwich. suddenly, he stopped eating and turned to you again.

“why are you still here?” riki asked in a rude tone. you honestly couldn’t comprehend anything that was happening in that moment, but you decided to speak anyway.

“I-I thought-” you stuttered.

“listen, uh… what’s your name? y/n or something, right? whatever it doesn’t matter,” riki said, looking up at you. “I don’t like you, alright? and I’d never go out with you.”

hearing his words felt like a knife just stabbed you in the heart. he seriously couldn’t have rejected you a little nicer? out of embarrassment, you turned away and quickly ran out of the cafeteria. as you left, you heard riki’s obnoxious friends burst out in laughter.

“wow riki, look at you!” one of his friends cheered.

“who does she think she is?” another one of his friends asked in between laughs.

“I know right, what a weirdo,” riki laughed. your eyes welled up with tears as you ran to the closest bathroom.

ever since that day, riki started to tease you in any way possible: making fun of you in class, calling you names, bringing up how you had a crush on him, and when his friends were around, he would be extra irritable towards you.

that was the first and last time you were confessing to someone ever again.

you turned away from riki, careful not to step in any shards of glass, and walked away from him. you felt tears begin to well up in your eyes.

“no no no! don’t cry!” you told yourself as you fanned your face, hoping to stop the tears from falling. you had to get out of here. you had to find minji.

you pushed past people in the crowded house, trying to find your best friend. luckily for you, she was standing where you last left her, by the drink table.

“y/n!! there you are! I thought you left me for good,” minji half-joked as you ran up to her.

“I wanna go home,” you muttered, making minji’s cheerful expression change into one of worry.

“what happened?” she asked you, looking deep into your glassy eyes. you opened your mouth to say something but no words came out.

“Y/N! WAIT!” you heard a voice yell. you turn around to see riki pushing past people, making his way towards you.

you turn back around to face minji. you didn’t even need to tell her what happened because after seeing riki, she already knew.

minji was about to say something when you walked away from her, wanting to get as far away from riki as possible.

you made your way through the living room, trying to get to the front door. as you squeezed past people you heard riki’s faint voice calling after you. you walked faster, stumbling as you bumped into the upperclassmen that were crowded by the couch. you saw the front door down the hallway.

“it’s the final stretch,” you thought as you approached the doorway that connected the living room with the hallway. but before you could step out of the living room, you felt a hand grasp your wrist, tugging you backwards. you turn around, stopping in your tracks when you see that riki is the one holding onto your wrist.

“y/n-” riki said, breathing heavily.

“what?!” you snap, ripping your wrist out of his hand.

“uhm…” he uttered quietly. you rolled your eyes before turning around and trying to walk away.

he grabbed your wrist again.

“don’t go,” riki begged. you spun around to face him and he looked kinda…upset?

“why? you said that you didn’t want me here just a second ago,” you protested. he let go of your arm.

“I-” riki started before getting cut off by someone yelling.

“LOOK WHO’S UNDER THE MISTLETOE!” you heard an obnoxious voice shout.

you examined your surroundings, trying to figure out who just screamed, but instead you saw a bunch of eyes on you. by instinct, you tilted your head up, shifting your gaze to the ceiling above you. there hung the festive plant from the top of the doorway you were standing under. shit.

you averted your gaze away from the mistletoe and instead locked eyes with riki, who for some reason, looked very calm about this situation. you on the other hand—felt like you’ve completely lost your mind.

“KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!” people started to chant.

you turned towards the hallway, hoping to run away from this horrid position, but there was a crowd of people blocking your way. instead, you turn the other way. maybe you can leave through the living room? wrong. there were even more teens standing in a crowd next to you, you couldn’t even see into the living room with how many people were gathered there. you had no chance of escaping this.

“so…” you heard riki mumble. you turn your head to look at him.

“so?” you repeat, furrowing your eyebrows. he doesn’t elaborate.

you sigh before deciding to speak up.

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” you scream at the top of your lungs, causing the crowd to stop chanting.

“you all are out of your mind if you think I’m going to kiss him,” you say, emphasizing the word “him” in an offended voice.

“but you guys are under the mistletoe! you have to kiss!” someone yells, breaking the crowd’s silence.

“yeah!” another voice shouts, “you can’t break a tradition!”

the crowd cheers, beginning to chant, “KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!” once more.

you glance at riki, whose expression is unreadable. you stare into his eyes as you fiddle with your fingers, trying to think of something, anything, to get out of this situation.

suddenly, you felt pressure on the back of your head, pushing you forward.

the last thing you saw was a hand behind riki’s head, pushing him towards you, before your lips collided into his.

there was no way in hell you were kissing nishimura riki right now. what kinda sick dream nightmare is this?! you know your past self would be ecstatic to know you were kissing your first ever crush, your “dream man.” how disgusting.

you felt your face heat up with every second that your lips were against his. was it from anger? embarrassment? or from the feelings you still had for him since middle school? the feelings that you shoved deep down into your heart, ignoring them since he rejected you that one day.

the kiss felt like it lasted forever, when in reality, it was just a small peck that was over in seconds.

you stared at riki with wide eyes after pulling away from the forced kiss. after locking eyes with him for a split second, you immediately turn away and start to run towards the front door, squeezing past the people who were blocking your way.

you push open the door and breathlessly stumble outside into the cold. you deeply inhale through your nose, taking in the sense of freedom, before exhaling through your mouth as you slowly walk down the snow covered driveway.

“I have to call minji,” you thought to yourself. you reach down into your bag just to realize that you didn’t have your bag with you—or your coat for that matter. well now what? you needed minji to drive you home and you needed your stuff that you left inside. you shivered at the thought of entering the house again—or maybe it was because it was below freezing out and you had no jacket on? you couldn’t really tell.

just then, you heard the front door creak open. you turned around in hopes of seeing your best friend there, holding your things, and ready to drive you home. but no. it was him. seriously, out of all people it had to be him?!

you watched riki close the door behind him before jogging down the driveway.

“y/n can we talk?” he panted as he approached you.

“talk? there’s nothing to talk about,” you protested.

“well actually there is, we literally just ki-”

“can we just forget about it?”

“what?”

“forget that it happened, okay?” you demanded, wanting nothing more than to just go home and lock yourself in your bedroom.

“what if I don’t want to forget about it?”

“huh?” you mutter, making riki go silent.

“why…?” you ask, in an almost inaudible voice.

“please don’t make me say it,” he begs, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets.

“say what?” you reply with genuine confusion. he takes a slow, deep breath before answering.

“I really like you y/n and I have for a while.”

what. the. actual. fuck.

“that…doesn’t make any sense,” you ramble,“why- then why did you reject me back then?”

“I wanted to impress my friends and if I rejected you… I thought that maybe they would think I was cool,” riki admitted shyly.

“that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard,” you snapped.

“I know I know, but please let me-”

“don’t you think you're a bit too late?” you asked coldly, causing his face to fall.

“I…” he mumbled before stopping himself.

“can you please give me a second chance?” riki pleaded, his eyes glassy.

“why should I? you never even gave me a first chance,” you retort while crossing your arms.

“I know, I messed up badly and I really regret that,” he confessed in a shaky voice, “I'm so sorry y/n. I really am.”

the logical part of you wants to scoff at his words, reject him, give him a taste of his own medicine. but the other part of you consists of the feelings you have for him; the feelings you’ve been ignoring for years, not wanting to accept the fact that you were still infatuated by your first crush. you wanted to be with him. you always have.

“I can’t forgive myself for making you hate me but-”

“hate you? I don’t hate you,” you replied as you tugged on the end of the sleeve of your sweater, making it cover your bare hand.

“wait, what?” riki said with a glint of hope in his eyes.

“I hate that I still like you,” you admitted softly, with a small smile appearing on your face.

your words made his face light up in an instant, his bright eyes looked like they held galaxies in them.

you shifted your gaze from his eyes to his lips, which felt so warm and soft against yours a few minutes ago. now they were cracked and more of a purple color due to the chilly weather, but you still wanted to kiss them nonetheless.

you look into riki’s eyes again before taking a hesitant step towards him, your feet crunching on the snow beneath you. it seemed like he was able to read your mind because he copied your actions, taking a step towards you. leaving barely an inch in between the two of you, riki cupped your face with his hands as he pulled you in for a kiss. you leaned into him, deepening the kiss. it felt so good to finally be able to embrace your feelings for him.

after you both pull away, you notice small white specs falling onto riki’s hair. you tilt your head up and look at the sky just to see snow dancing down from the flurries above you. you look back at riki, both of you wearing cheesy smiles on your faces due to the sudden snowfall. he pulls you into a tight hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, embracing his warmth.

“promise me you won’t push me away ever again,” you say almost inaudibly, speaking into his skin as you hug him tighter.

“I promise,” riki replies, laughing lightly.

“and don’t be so stupid!” you scold him half-jokingly, making him laugh even harder.

note : the more I continued writing this, the more I hated it. I feel like the ending is really rushed so I’m very sorry 😭 I feel like I could’ve done better but I wanted to write something and have it up in time for xmas. ANYWHO, thanks for reading and I’ll be back to updating chapters for rage quit. and once again happy holidays!!

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scarletrosesstuff · 8 months

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Younger Woman

John Price x Younger!Fem!Reader

Summary: Soap was casually scrolling through Instagram and saw a video posted with someone he thought he recognised. .

Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 18+), swearing, fluff & tattooed Price.

No one knew anything about Price's private life. He never spoke of anything outside of work. They all questioned him, about his life, his sex life and his family life. But he never gave anything away.

He didn't see the point, you were his. He wanted his work life and private life separate. He loved you and wanted to keep you safe from anything to do with his other life.

The only two people who knew about you were Laswell and Nik. He trusted them the most, but also you were his emergency contact in case anything were to happen to him.

They both were a little sceptical with you at the start seeing how much younger you were compared to Price. They worried you were only in the relationship for money and military benefits. But that wasn't the case, they saw how you looked at each other with so much love and care they quickly forgot about their initial thoughts.

They promised Price they'd never mention you in front of anyone, not even his own squad. He felt bad for not sharing but he just wasn't ready for that part of his life to be so open.

But what Price didn't think would happen, happened.

Before you even met Price you had an influencer lifestyle, you made videos of yourself baking, and general lifestyle content. John didn't see an issue with it, he was impressed you had a successful career at such a young age.

The only thing John wouldn't allow was his face to be on camera. You promised you wouldn't but checked it was okay you could film without his face which he agreed. And it had worked until a video you posted while he was away on a mission.

He saw the notification and smiled. He opened it up to see that it was a compilation of your holiday in Italy. It was mostly of you that he filmed or you had filmed but the clip caught his attention. He didn't worry, he smiled seeing you lay on his chest in the sun. You looked so happy and relaxed as you placed a soft kiss against his chest.

He felt a boost of pride that it was only him who made you feel like that. He casually went to the comments seeing people complementing you and him being such a cute couple. But then saw a familiar name comment on the video.

It was Soap tagging Gaz and Ghost in the comments with a caption saying. 'That tattoo looks a lot like Prices.' Price froze as he watched the video again seeing the videos of him without his face but his tattoos on full show. He started to panic, he knew it wasn't your fault but he knew you should have been more careful.

John started to think of ways to hide it when he heard a knock on his office door. "Yeah!" He shouted as Soap let himself in with a smirk. "What is it you want?"

"Not much just wanted to check in."

"Really?" John said frowning. He folded his arms up against his chest. "Why is that?"

"Not much… How was your break?" Soap asked casually seeing opposite Price. He crossed his legs up against the desk.

"Fine." He grunted out.

"Go anywhere nice, you looked like you caught a tan?"

"As i matter of fact I did."

"Italy by chance?" Soap asked smirking as Price sighed pinching the bridge of his nose to calm himself.

"Yep." He gave him a one-word answer.

"It looked nice. She's quite young."

"What?"

"The lass in the video is a bit young for you."

"It's none of your business." He smirked liking the fact that he had you in his life. He felt so young around you.

"You dirty dog!" Soap laughed seeing the smirk on John's face. "How long have you been keeping this private?"

"About a year."

"I have so many questions. First of all, how did you meet her?"

"She moved in next to me, and I helped her move in."

"Nice. And also when can we meet this girl?"

"Never."

"What?! Why?!" Soap felt a little offended.

"I don't want you scaring her away."

"If anyone is to scare her away it would be Ghost, not me."

"Well, we'll never find out because you'll never meet her." Just as he said that the phone rang. Your face lit up his screen. Soap quickly took it away from him and answered the phone.

"Hello Lass." He shouted down the finally.

"Erm… Hi, is John there?" You asked confused with the voice who answered.

"I'll it on pass to lover boy." Price snatched the phone out of his hand and pointed towards his door. "Fuck off." Soap put his hands up in defence.

"Alright am going. But am being serious Price, Good on ya for getting that lass." He said before leaving. Price softly smiled when he heard your voice speak to him.

"Hi love, sorry about that."

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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A New Tradition

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky doesn't have any holiday traditions, but maybe he can start something new with you. Word Count: Over 2.5k Warnings: Slight angst, mention of trauma, pining, falling in love, slight feels (it's me), canon divergent, Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). Future fluff and smut for this couple. A/N: This idea hit me and it wouldn't let go until I wrote it down. Set in the same AU as lumberjack!Steve, I hope to share more when I can. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky stared at the ceiling from the floor as he tried to fall asleep. Evergreen and spice lingered in his nostrils from the earlier festivities of the evening. One of the songs you sang over dinner played in a loop in his head, a beautiful melody of hope.

It didn't stop him from feeling as cold as the weather outside.

Random bouts of insomnia weren't new to him, but he couldn't put his finger on what his issue was tonight. It was a good day filled with happy moments thanks to you, the neighbor he harbored a crush on. He moved into the building around the same time as you after his pardon and someone delivered one of your packages to his door by mistake. Luckily you lived just across the hall and he made sure the box ended up in your hands.

He hadn’t expected a goddess in human form to answer the door.

“I got your box,” he said harsher than he intended to.

He half expected you to slam the door in his face for his tone. If you recognized him as the former Winter Soldier, you kept it to yourself. In fact, you didn’t look afraid of him at all as you took the box from his hands. He almost told you that you should be scared of him.

“Thank you so much for bringing it over,” you smiled.

It was the start of an unexpected friendship. He tried to find excuses to stop and talk to you whenever he saw you, which ended with him giving you an awkward smile in the beginning before he walked away. He used to know how to talk to girls and it was silly having a crush on a neighbor when he was trying to get his head on straight.

If only you didn’t make it so easy to want.

And you either found him endearing or entertaining since you began to invite him over for dinners.

Every other week, you’d trade off meals and talk about the day. You split your day between your job and making and selling jewelry online. The pieces you showed him were beautiful. You put so much care into them.

While he couldn’t give you all the details of his missions, he found himself more comfortable talking to you as time went on. One of the things he liked was that you always asked what he needed. If he wanted advice, you’d give it. If he wanted you to listen, you did just that. If he just wanted to talk, you chatted with ease.

You even stayed up with him after a few nightmares.

He was used to dealing with people who had agendas or messed with his head, but you didn’t play games.

Steve and Sam were both happy when he finally told them about you. After the former Captain America found his own girl and a bit of peace after everything, he hoped Bucky was on the path to doing the same. It impressed Sam that he actually talked to you instead of keeping everything inside.

It didn’t stop him from feeling like a burden some days.

“You’re always welcome at my place and you can always talk to me, Jamie.”

No one else was allowed to call him that.

When you heard he wasn’t doing anything around the holidays, you offered to make him a nice dinner since you wouldn't be around your family. They were, unfortunately, too far away for a quick visit. You joked that he had to watch a movie with you after dinner if he decided to come over. It was nice that you extended an invitation to him, especially when he didn’t have any traditions or anything else to look forward to.

Bucky had every intention of getting you the perfect present until an extended mission came up. He barely made it back in time to see you. Steve had to rush home to his girl and the same with Sam and his family. He declined both of their offers for him to join them, not wanting to impose on them or let you down by not showing up.

"You made it!" you said excitedly when you opened the door, looking as gorgeous as ever in a little black dress. He'd fantasize about you in it later. "You aren't hurt? You're okay?"

"Not a scratch," he assured you when he stopped staring.

"Good," you sighed in relief. "May I give you a hug? I missed you."

You didn't give him hugs without his permission and he appreciated your thoughtfulness that he might not want to be touched some days. He held his arms out for you as he wordlessly answered, taking a moment to cherish your embrace when you moved close. He didn't let it linger since he didn't want you to be uncomfortable.

But he wished he would've held you a bit longer.

"Missed you, too," he whispered as you led him inside.

If he read into it, he would’ve thought the setup was romantic. He felt a little underdressed in his leather jacket and jeans, but you didn't judge. You served by candlelight and you made sure to include all sorts of dishes he enjoyed. He ate and savored every bite. You even had a gift waiting for him under the tree before you started the movie.

He almost hugged the personalized apron and small book of recipes you made for him. He already had a meal in mind to make for you as a thank you for the next weekly dinner. But that wasn't all. You pulled out a small, white and black box from the back of the tree and handed it to him.

"You're spoiling me," he joked.

"I wanted to," you teased, messing with the hem of your dress as he opened the box.

He held his breath as he held up the dog tags. They were almost an exact replica of the ones around his neck, but there was a difference when he flipped one of them over. He ran his thumb over the letters as he read them out loud.

"I am James Bucky Barnes."

He explained to you once his need to make amends. That he was no longer the Winter Soldier. That he didn't have a choice. You took his words and created a gift for him.

His hands destroyed so many things while yours brought beauty into the world.

"I hope you like it," you said, still messing with your dress. A nervous habit he picked up on. "I know you wear yours, but I thought it would be nice to have those just in case."

"Thank you," he croaked, clearing his throat as he carefully placed them back in the box. "And I feel like the biggest asshole on the planet for not having your gift ready."

"You came over and spent the evening with me. That is a gift," you said with such sincerity that he wasn’t worthy of receiving.

Of course you wouldn’t take any offense that he showed up empty-handed. Why were you so kind to him? He wished there was mistletoe nearby simply to have the excuse to kiss you. He also wanted to thank you for making him feel at home.

Do I have a home anymore?

Naturally, he chose to flee when that thought became too much.

"You sure you don't want to stay?" you asked carefully as he gathered his things and got ready to leave. “We don’t have to watch the movie.”

"I should get back to my place, but thank you," was all he said.

His place, but not his home.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

"I will be," he said, not wanting to lie to you.

You nodded and thanked him for stopping by. You also told him to call or come back if he needed anything. The image of your sad smile as you walked him to the door would haunt him. He just knew it. He wondered if you’d ever invite him over again for another dinner after his abrupt departure.

He attempted to meditate once he got home, but it didn’t quiet his mind. Working out got some of the tension in his body out, but not much else. He debated going back to your place, but it was too late by then.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Bucky rubbed a hand over his face before his eyes trailed to the clock on the wall. It was almost 3am and he knew sleep wouldn't come to him. He grabbed his phone and debated calling you. He didn’t want to disturb you, but he wanted to hear your voice.

He half hoped you wouldn’t answer since you deserved a peaceful night of sleep, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep himself until the two of you talked.

You answered on the second ring. “Hey, Bucky,” you said with a small yawn.

Were you up waiting for me to call or did I wake you?

“I’m sorry about tonight,” he said immediately. He had to get that out there.

“Please, don’t apologize,” you replied. He knew he should’ve let you rest. “Do you need me to listen, talk, or give advice?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, his vibranium hand forming a fist as he took a deep breath. “You treated me to a nice night. The best night and I just,” he gritted his teeth and exhaled through his nose. “Fuck, I don’t know.”

He was at a loss because everything tonight was right and he didn’t know what was wrong. If he couldn’t pinpoint the issue, how could he know how to fix it? How could you? It was bad enough when he was alone with his own mind and nightmares, but it was another when he felt helpless.

He didn’t like that sense of control being taken away from his own thoughts.

“Do you mind if I say something?” you offered after a few more seconds of silence.

“Not at all,” he whispered, if only to hear you speak.

“I think you might be feeling a bit alone or lost,” you said. He heard a bit of shuffling around and wondered if you were trying to get comfortable. “Holidays, for many, are about being with family and friends. When was the last time you got to celebrate with your loved ones?”

“Before I went off to war,” he whispered.

He swallowed as he put his head on the pillow. Hydra made sure he never felt the happiness of this time of year. The couple of years he went into hiding after the fall, he was alone. After healing in Wakanda, he went back into the fight. The snap happened.

And his family?

They’re long gone now.

Sam, Nat, everyone had their own traditions. Steve lost so much and deserved his quiet moments outside of the city. None of them needed to rearrange their lives to accommodate him.

Holidays were a joyous time, but also a reminder of things lost and what could have been.

“Jamie,” you breathed out. “If my dinner tonight upset you in any way, I’m-”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” he stopped you, gripping his phone tighter. “It isn’t your fault my family is gone and you aren’t the cause of my pain.”

One of the reasons he respected you was because you didn’t pity him. He didn’t want you to start tonight.

“Then I need you to take back your apology because you aren’t the cause of my pain either,” you argued.

Touche.

“But I left you alone after you went to all that trouble and had those gifts made for me,” he said.

Why are you not mad at me?

“It wasn’t any trouble, but maybe it was too much or overwhelming."

“I swear, it wasn’t,” he said. How could he make you believe him? “I just have no traditions now. No special meals, movies, gifts, things to pass on, nothing."

He did just fine on his own for years, but things changed. He wouldn’t have believed he deserved happy moments before therapy and meeting you, but he did and he does. You gave him a taste of what he could have. Why couldn't he let himself take it?

"Maybe I can help you create a new tradition."

"You're done more than enough," he promised, smiling at your offer.

You've done more than you could ever know.

“I wanted to give you a special night, but I didn’t check in to see if the holiday dinner was what you really wanted. I should’ve asked, Jamie.”

“Are you kidding? Without you, I wouldn’t have even had a holiday to celebrate. It was perfect,” he promised you, standing up as he tried to gather the courage to say that you are perfect. “Did you know the only thing I wanted to do when I got back was see you?”

“Really?” you asked in a small voice. “That was the only thing you wanted?”

“Really,” he said. It wasn’t a full confession, but it was coming out. “And that’s exactly what I got, so thank you.”

“Well, to be honest, the reason I suggested a movie was so we could possibly cuddle,” you admitted.

And I fucking ruined it.

“I would’ve liked cuddling,” he said, smirking a bit. “And I really liked your dress.”

“I wore that just for you,” you said in a hushed voice, like you were trying to keep quiet. “Is there anything else about tonight that you wish would’ve been different? If you could do it all over again?”

“Honestly?” he said, not caring that he only had his boxer briefs on as he left his bedroom and headed toward the main door. “I would’ve kissed you the moment I got back from the mission.”

Even with his super soldier hearing, he had no idea you were on the other side of the door until he opened it. You still had your phone in hand as you gazed at him, no longer wearing the black dress. You switched to red and green pajamas that looked amazing on you, but he would prefer them on his floor.

“New tradition proposal,” you smiled as you stepped inside and ended the call. “We have a nice meal together, exchange gifts by the tree, and cuddle on the couch for a movie.

"Okay," he smiled, hanging up his phone, too.

"And end the night with a kiss," you said hopefully.

“I don’t think so,” he shook his head.

Your face fell when you took a step back. “Oh. I’m sorry. I should-”

He reached out to pull you back toward him, smiling when your eyes widened. “Kiss me every chance you get," he said as he removed his dog tags and put them around your neck. "Starting right now.”

You smiled just as bright as you did the first day he met you. “I think I’m going to like this tradition.”

“Me, too,” he whispered, pressing his lip against yours.

Bucky couldn’t wait to start many more traditions with you.

What other traditions would we like to see from our new couple? We have Valentine's Day!❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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montrealmadison · 5 months

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in your palace warm, mighty king

okay i’ve recently found myself on angel tree tiktok. if you’re unfamiliar with the concept, basically, some stores will put out a tree around the holidays with gift tags for anonymous local kids, and people coming in to do their own shopping can take a tag off the tree and buy kids gifts off their wishlists for the store to pass off to them. (the linked video shows it in action!)

anyway this got me thinking about jack zimmermann at the beginning of his career. he has been fabulously wealthy and privileged for his whole life, but he’s only recently started earning a massive salary of his own and has no real idea of what to spend it on. he’s comfortable. he has a car and a nice apartment and an engagement ring hidden somewhere in said apartment. he knows he should probably donate to a worthwhile cause, but he hasn’t figured out what.

one day, though, bitty’s visiting for the weekend and comes to the store with him, and right there in the entryway, he just… stops. jack doesn’t notice and consequently almost runs him over with the cart.

“you alright? careful, eh?”

bitty does not respond, because he’s looking at the tree.

“bud?”

jack follows his gaze. it really doesn’t look like much. it’s fake, unlit, and has seen better days if the way it’s a little flattened on one side is anything to go by. there is an equally squashed-looking stuffed snowman sat on the floor next to it. it’s the kind of thing your eyes slide over easily, hurrying from one place to another. blink and you’ll miss it.

bitty isn’t blinking.

“lord, i haven’t seen one of these in years,” he says. his voice is soft. he still isn’t looking at jack. “do you know what it is?”

jack doesn’t, so bitty explains. and when they inch closer, jack sees that all the ornaments he thought were plain paper before are actually printed with ages, shoe sizes, requests for warm coats and toys and cute jeans and deodorant. here and there is a specific wish—a bluetooth speaker. a particular board game. one kid, age eight, is fervently hoping for a bike.

and—okay. here’s the thing. they’ve been together for more than a year, and bitty is pretty willing to go along with jack’s desire to spoil him. but although he’s so open and accepting when jack wants to kiss him, or cook dinner for a change, or lay him out on their bed and make him feel good—he will always, always get uncomfortable where significant amounts of money are involved. it was the subject of the one and only fight that sent them to bed still heated. the fundamental difference between their upbringings is the hardest for them to grasp: jack has never known a life without plenty. and bitty—

“i think my parents put me on one,” bitty says. “the year we moved back to madison, after—”

the closet looms between them, black and yawning.

“well. you know. coach had to leave a good job in lawrenceville. took us a while to get back on our feet, i think. and that year, they couldn’t—i mean, i heard them talking at night about how we might not be able to make christmas work, when they thought i couldn’t hear them. but i still wrote my letter to santa, and there were a couple presents when i woke up christmas morning, so.” he scuffs one shoe on the industrial carpet. “maybe an angel sent ‘em.”

the words make something sizzle down jack’s spine and settle low in his gut. he steps forward, reaches out, turns over the nearest tag.

boy, age 11. shoe size: 8. wishlist: sneakers, earbuds, basketball, patriots merch, chapter books. loves fantasy and mythology.

once upon a time, jack spent three months in a rehab center designed specifically for the privacy needs of celebrity clients. his parents footed the bill, had the windows on all their cars tinted for him to hide behind when he got out. at the same time, thousands of miles away, bitty sat at the top of the stairs in his parents’ house and listened to them wonder if they could afford to keep the magic of christmas alive another year.

people are stepping around them to get out of the cold, now, their eyes skipping right over the tree and the boys in front of it. once upon a time, strangers on the street picked apart jack’s overdose like a piece of tabloid gossip. strangers on the street made sure a thirteen-year-old kid had something to unwrap with his family on christmas morning.

“bits?”

bitty sniffles, swipes at one eye with the sleeve of his sweater. “yeah?”

jack lifts the tag gently off its branch, catches bitty’s gaze. bitty’s intake of breath is so sharp it’s audible over the music playing overhead. do you see what i see?

“what do you think? wanna go get us another cart?”

#and then they buy those kids presents like it’s NOBODY’S BUSINESS #sorry this really got away from me but like… come on #my teeth are rotting out of my head jack zimmermann you’re a dingdong a gentleman and a scholar #jack zimmermann #eric bittle #omgcp #omgcheckplease #my writing

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m-jelly · 2 months

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Levi x Reader - chan but Persephone and Hades story. Like when Reader - chan was scared at first but slowly warmed up to him? (BTW Hades was literally the only guy who was faithful to his wife, Persephone. 🥰) Arigato!!!

A gift of petals

Levi x fem!reader

Gods AU, Hades and Persephone inspired, fluff, romance, falling in love, Gods, powers, becoming a couple.

Levi takes a small break from the underworld by going to the mortal realm. While there, he comes across a goddess he has never seen before. Levi falls for you and wants to know you more, but at first, you are scared of him. He leaves you gifts and tries to talk to you. As time goes on you warm up to the sweet man of death and see he's just an adorable flustered goofball.

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It was nice and warm around this time in the mortal real. The underworld was normally cool and a bit chilly, so a change in temperature was nice for once. There were no expectations for this little holiday, only to just relax and see how humans were living their lives.

The mortal realm seemed more beautiful than it did before, almost like something sweet hand entered the world and gave people hope. As Levi explored he heard people talking about how Spring had changed over the years, like now it was full of love and bursting with hope. Levi noticed it too because the goddess who normally did Spring was a bit uptight, she didn't like many people.

His travels led him to a grand field full of new life. The beauty and care were breathtaking to him. He moved down the hill and took a seat for a moment so he could just take it all in. Everything just moved him, he felt such comfort in this new Spring. He was so curious about who the Goddess was that hadn't stepped foot in the world of the Gods yet.

Levi held his breath when he saw a swirl of thick blossoms and petals, which slowly faded to reveal the most stunning woman he had ever seen. You were so breathtaking wearing a sweet white flowing dress that showed off your chest, as well as your waist. There was a slight pink hue to you as well.

He rose to his feet and moved closer to you. "So cute."

You smiled at your work and made a big oak tree grow tall. "Perfect."

"Hello."

You jumped and squealed at the deep male voice. You shot behind the tree and peeked out at the most handsome man you'd ever seen. "Mm."

Levi blushed hard. "I um...you...you're pretty...uh...I'm Le-Levi. Wh-what's your name?"

"Please don't hurt me."

Levi held his hands up. "I would never. I just want to say hello."

You whined a bit. "I've been hurt before."

"I just wanted to say I love your work. Y-you make beautiful things. A-And you are beautiful." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Mm, very beautiful."

You peered a little more. "You...are...handsome."

He moved closer as your words excited him. "Really?"

You gasped and quickly turned into a huge flower. "Stop."

He backed up. "I'm so sorry." He blushed. "I d-didn't mean to...I uh..." His shoulders dropped. "I'll back off. I don't want to scare you..." He turned and slowly walked away and mumbled to himself. "Everyone is so scared of me."

You turned back and felt so terrible. You could tell Levi was being truthful and that he meant no harm and he was utterly crushed that someone else was scared. So, you did something a little brave. You moved closer to him and with a bit of courage shouted your name at him.

Levi's eyes widened at hearing your name. He turned quickly and locked eyes with you. His heart hammered in his chest as the wind light played with your hair. He admired the sparkle in your eyes, you were adorable to him.

You gulped hard and said your name again. "Th-that's my name. C-Come back again, okay?"

He smiled at you. "I will."

Levi did just what you asked, he came back to the same spot every day so the two of you just got used to the other. You were warming up to him and being less scared and Levi was trying to be less flustered. However, when you both would catch each other's eyes, you would instantly become flustered.

He would bring you gifts, mainly flowers from the underworld that were mostly different shades of blue and black. He would place it near the tree then sit a distance from it and watch you. The two of you would shyly talk now and then.

As confidence grew between the two of you, you both wanted more. It was you who decided to make the next move. As Levi lay back and rested under the shade of your oak, you moved over to him and knelt above his head. You lightly touched his soft raven hair and formed a flower crown.

Levi frowned at hearing your hushed giggles. He opened his eyes and looked up at you. He sucked in the air as his heart raced. "H-Hello."

You smiled softly. "I made you something."

He sat up and turned a little to gaze at you. "Wh-what did you make me?"

You reached over and lifted the crown off his head and showed him. "A flower crown. You're the God of death and the underworld, you're basically king. A King needs a crown."

His cheeks burned. "Th-thank you." He lowered his head. "C-Could you?"

You placed the crown on his head. "A cute king."

He lifted his head and smiled at you. "Thank you." He leaned closer and kissed your cheek, it was pure instinct to do it. He pulled back. "S-sorry if...I should have asked." He blushed when he saw flowers everywhere. "So many flowers. What happened?"

You crawled towards him and kissed him. You pulled back and noticed more flowers around you both. You smiled and kissed him again as Levi sat there blushing hard. "You make me bloom more."

Levi cupped the side of your face. "You make me bloom too. I like you so much. I want you as mine."

You sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around him. You hugged him and hummed in happiness. "I want to be yours."

He caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers as his eyes studied your face. He gasped when you kissed him again. "Y-You keep...you fluster me."

"Do you not like kisses?"

He cupped the side of your face. "I love them." He pressed his lips against yours and then lightly nipped your lip. When your lips parted his tongue slipped into your mouth. He moaned in delight.

You clung to Levi and kissed him back with just as much passion. You adored Levi so much. You couldn't believe that the man you used to be scared of was now always in your heart. You pushed him down against the ground as you kept kissing him.

You released Levi's lips and lay against him as the sun warmed you both up. "I'm happy."

Levi held you tightly. "I want to be with you. I'm worried though."

You leaned up and looked down at him. "Worried?"

"You belong here and I'm from the underworld. You create life and I take it." He sat up with you. "I have to go back to my world. I have a job there." He kissed you. "I will visit you often, I promise."

"I can't go with you?"

He shook his head. "Spring should be here, not in the underworld." He kissed you again. "I want to spend one last wonderful day with you."

Each moment with Levi was blissful. The two of you kissed often, hugged and ran around the field together. For a small moment, you danced under the full moon with whispers of adoration, devotion and love. When it got very late, you held each other on a bed of flowers under your tree.

As morning came, you parted with tears from both of you. Levi left you with love-filled promises and you knew very well he would honour them. However, your longing for the sweetest man in the universe grew. So, you travelled through the lands until you got to the famous river of Styx.

For a while, you pondered on what to send to your lover. So many things raced through your mind, but you knew there was one thing that would hint to him you longed to see him. With a delicate touch, you poured petals into the water and watched them float along and into the underworld.

Levi adjusted his suit and tapped on his smartphone as he gave out orders. He has sent you some gifts, but his heart longed for you. It'd been days since he tasted the sweetness that was your lips and held your warm body. He felt he would go mad if he were not to see you again.

"Sir? There is something in the river."

Levi paused and looked at one of his workers. "Something in the river?"

"Yes."

"Show me."

The worker guided his boss to the river before pointing to the petals gently flowing along. "See? Why aren't they dead?"

Levi's heart raced in his chest. Seeing the petals float along and not be drained of life meant that if you were to be with him, he would not drain you of beauty and life. He ordered for a jar to be handed to him. Once he had the jar, he scooped up the petals and admired them.

"Leviii!"

He looked up at a soft and loving voice calling him. His heart stopped when he saw you standing in the boat with Charon rowing it, a sweet smile on his face and a necklace made of flowers. Levi panicked when you jumped out of the boat early, he feared the river would hurt you because you were so full of life, but you easily splashed around in the river like it was just water and ran over to him.

You giggled as you held your dress up. "Leviii!" You leapt into his arms and squealed in delight. "Levi!"

He held you tightly and sighed your name. "Oh, my love, my darling, my sweet moonlight. How are you here?"

You showered his face with kisses. "I was sending petals to you when Charon came by and asked what I was doing. So, I asked him for a ride. I have no money, so I made him lots of flower gifts!" You grinned. "Doesn't he look cute?"

Charon was talking to Levi's workers and showing off his gifts with pride. "All the mortals will love me and feel comfortable coming with me now!"

Levi held you like a bride. "My sweet love, you are too kind."

You kicked your feet. "I just wanted to see you. I could barely sleep, eat or think without you. You're my world, Levi. There is not Spring and hope without you."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "You belong in the mortal world, not in a cold place of death."

"I belong with you. I will give up everything to be with you."

Levi purred in delight. "Well, I was going to say you belong in the mortal world, not in a cold place of death. However, you will remain here with me because I will never let you go back. You are mine and I am yours."

You felt your cheeks burn. "Levi, I wish to eat the forbidden pomegranate so that I may always be with you." You tilted your head and moved your lips closer. "I know very well it starts with you and your body."

Levi's body vibrated at your hint, you were suggesting that you wanted to eat him. "My darling love, tonight you are the pomegranate and I will eat all of you and enjoy every last drop."

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avatar-anna · 1 year

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Family First

summary: reader feels alone during the holidays

part of this universe!

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“Come on, Simone, smile for Mommy!”

Y/n used her sweetest voice, but her daughter continued to cry. Setting her camera down, she sighed, rubbing away the dull throb forming at her temples.

Becoming a parent before she turned twenty was not part of Y/n’s five-year plan, or any plan, but now that she was a mother, she couldn’t think of any other way she wanted to be living her life. She loved her daughter, she loved her boyfriend, and despite the ups and downs of being a parent at such a young age, she thought she was handling it all fairly well. Well, as well as one could when your boyfriend/baby daddy spent his time all over the world performing for thousands of people and lived in a different corner of the world prior to their little bundle of joy coming into their lives.

But aside from that, motherhood was great.

Y/n tried to get Simone to calm down for the camera for a couple more minutes but eventually gave up when it was clear the infant was not having it. She'd wanted to have a cute little photoshoot to put on her and Harry's first ever Christmas card as a family. She always saw pictures of babies in cute holiday onesies or nestled in a little Christmas present or tangled in tree lights, and she thought that she could do something like that. Something a cute Pinterest mom could do.

Even if she was adjusting to her new life as a mother, it was by no means a walk in the park. Simone was a relatively mellow baby, something Y/n often thanked her lucky stars for, but Y/n still felt like she was hardly a person sometimes. There were days where she would go without sleeping or showering, and on the days where Harry's mom came to help out, Y/n was spending most of her time doing online school. She knew things could be worse, of course she knew that, but she couldn't help but think that mothers online and in movies and TV shows made it seem so easy.

It was why she was so determined to do this photoshoot. It seemed simple enough—get Simone into a festive outfit, position her in front of the Christmas tree, and point and shoot.

It turned out that it was much harder than she thought.

The minute Y/n tried to get her little baby into the patterned snowman onesie she bought yesterday, chaos ensued. Simone fought Y/n at every turn, kicking her little legs as she tried to get the onesie on, screaming and tossing and turning anytime a camera was even in her general vicinity.

"Simone, please. Please stop crying. I just want one picture," Y/n said, almost on the verge of tears herself. Her daughter's lungs seemed to have great stamina, and the pitch of her cries was shrill. Her father's daughter through and through. It was driving her crazy.

Sighing, Y/n put her camera down and picked up Simone. Her little face was scrunched up and red, no amount of cooing or mumbling of kind words was able to calm her down. It was weeks like this where Y/n felt her lowest. Harry was gone on tour, his mother had gone back to Holmes Chapel for a few days, and she was completely and utterly alone in a big, empty house in a country she was hardly familiar with.

Before Simone was born, Harry and Y/n decided that their home would be in London. It was extremely hard to be away from her family, especially at a time like this, but Harry already had a house that was big enough for the three of them, and his mother had volunteered to move in with them for the first few months. Y/n's parents hadn't agreed per se, but they also hadn't been the most accepting of the situation. It wasn't a reason to move across the world, but being around people who were totally supportive was nice.

The days when she took care of Simone on her own were the hardest. Even on easy days, Y/n felt like she was drowning. And today, she just wanted to do this one little thing to raise her spirits while Harry was away. He wasn't due back home for another week, and he missed Y/n and Simone as much as they missed him. She just thought she would do something fun for him and for herself. A cute little surprise gesture.

ping!

Y/n looked over to where her phone was sitting on the floor next to her discarded camera, a small smile breaking out on her face. Just when she needed him, he was there. Virtually, at least.

h <3: miss you loadss xxx

Attached to the text was a picture of him in his concert outfit. His hair was swept to one side, though it was shorter now than when Y/n first met him, curling just a little past his ears instead of the mop it has once been. He was smiling from ear to ear, his hand in a thumbs-up gesture next to his face. Seeing him made Y/n's heart flutter, and she decided to snap a picture of her own.

Angling her phone in the air, she snapped a picture of her and Simone, who was still screaming her head off.

Y/n: we miss you more :(((

It was hard taking care of Simone while Harry was gone so much, but Y/n also didn't want to travel the world with an infant, and Harry agreed. He had begged for time off, but all his management team told him was that he should be lucky they were working so hard to keep Y/n and Simone out of the press. It was a shit situation, but it also could've been a lot worse. That had become the mantra of the year. Things could be worse.

h <3: three more sleeps until i'm back with my girls

Smiling, Y/n put her phone down and kissed her daughter's cheek. "Come on, little one. Let's see about this screaming, hm? Talk to me. What's wrong?"

She walked all over the house with Simone in her arms, singing her favorite songs and bouncing her a little. When that didn't work, she changed and fed her, then rocked her in her rocking chair until she eventually fell asleep. Well, both of them did. Y/n hadn't meant to, but she couldn't help it. She hadn't gotten much sleep the last couple days.

When she woke up, it was dark outside, and Simone was staring up at her with wide eyes. Y/n slowly blinked the sleep out of her eyes and sat up in the rocking chair. "Good morning, my little angel. Did you have as good of a nap as Mommy?"

Simone seemed to be in much better spirits now that she had slept and was out of her snowman onesie, which Y/n was thankful for, even if she had completely failed at getting a nice photo of her daughter. Maybe next year.

Deciding it was dinnertime, Y/n took Simone downstairs. She set her up on her playmat while she fixed something up for herself, but before she could even open the refrigerator, the crying was back in full force.

Her arms were full of Simone and not dinner in no time, settling down on the couch to try and feed her. She had only been sitting for a couple minutes when there was a knock on the door.

Y/n hated herself for it, but she found herself mumbling, "Please be Anne, Please be Anne, Please be Anne."

It was a strength to ask for help. Admitting that she couldn't do this alone was a good thing. At least that's what Y/n told herself whenever she picked up the phone to call Harry's mom or silently wished to herself that she could be baby-free for just twenty minutes.

Y/n opened the door, the person on the other side making her think that all of Simone's crying really had made her go crazy.

"Harry?"

"Merry Christmas, love."

"Wh—I don't understand—Your text..."

What was he doing here? Harry had a couple more shows before he was supposed to be back, yet here he was, standing at their doorstep in a pair of jeans and a dark gray hoodie and smiling widely at her.

"I was missing the two of you too much, so I came home," he said. "Can I come in?"

Still in shock, Y/n wordlessly let him inside. Harry's arms immediately went out to Simone, and she handed her over to him. The baby still cried, but Harry hardly flinched, holding her close to his chest and mumbling incoherently into her ear.

"She been like this all day?" Harry asked, walking further into the house.

"Yeah. I tried to take some cute Christmas photos, but our little hellion hates the holidays, apparently."

"Aw, no, munchkin. Don't be so blue, eh? Daddy's here now," he mumbled against Simone.

The image painted in front of Y/n made her want to cry. She and Harry were young, she knew that. But seeing him standing in the middle of their house and holding their daughter felt so right.

"Why don't you go relax upstairs for a little," Harry said. He was bouncing Simone a little to try to get her to calm down.

"Really?" she asked.

"Of course. Gotta get some Daddy-daughter time in after being away for so long. But first," he said, coming closer to Y/n.

With his free arm, he pulled her in for a hug, squeezing her tight. Y/n tipped her head up and met Harry's awaiting kiss. His lips were a little dry from the flight, but they tasted the same as they always did. In a lot of ways, London wasn't really Y/n's home, but she didn't care because Harry was her home, their little family made this place home for her.

"I missed you so much," she mumbled against him, her hand twisting in the curls at the nape of his neck. "I know you can't put your life on hold, in fact, I don't even want to know how you snuck away from a world tour, but I really needed this. Needed you."

He kissed the top of your head gently. "Y/n, you put your entire world on hold to have this baby, to move here to London. The very least I can do is sneak away a few days early to see my girls."

Y/n rested her head against Harry's chest, sighing against the soft material of his hoodie, feeling more relaxed than she had in months.

She and Harry weren't in love when she found out she was pregnant. They'd been seeing each other for a little while, having met while he was shooting a music video for One Direction. They'd kept in touch even after he'd left, meeting when they could and messaging each other when they couldn't. Y/n really liked him, and she could tell Harry really liked her too, but they weren't in love.

It was during the months that she was pregnant that they fell in love. Y/n honestly thought that she would never hear from Harry when she told him over text. It was both of their first times, and they trusted each other enough to be that person for each other. But of course things didn't go to plan. Neither of them expected this result, but Harry had been supportive and caring in a way that made Y/n realize he was the one.

"You really don't mind if I go upstairs? I don't want to gross you out, but I can't remember the last time I showered."

Y/n probably pushed to stay downstairs and spend time with him and Simone a little more, but the thought of a hot shower and some alone time was too powerful. Grasping his cheeks in her hands, she kissed him one last time. "Thank you."

"Of course, darling. I'd join you and give you a nice massage, but I'll stay here and watch the bub. Go take care of you, we'll be fine."

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She only wanted to lie down for a minute, that was all. Y/n had sat down on the bed to put a pair of fluffy socks on, and the bed was just so soft, she felt herself falling over, her eyes fluttering shut. She never expected to wake up to the sun rising the next morning.

Jolting awake, she looked around, but Harry and Simone weren't in the bedroom. That was when she smelled it. Breakfast. Like proper bacon and eggs and something sweet. Y/n followed the smell all the way to the kitchen, where Harry was in an apron and flipping pancakes. Simone was there too in her high chair, a bib around her neck with a bottle she pumped yesterday sitting on top of the chair's tray. She was smiling, waving her little fists around as Harry danced around the kitchen and sang into his spatula.

"What's going on?"

Turning around, Harry grinned. "You're awake!"

"Yeah. I—I'm sorry for falling asleep so early last night. You should've woken me up—"

"Nonsense. You needed the rest, and I'm still on a different continent's time zone. Simone and I have just been catching up, isn't that right, Simone love?"

Simone obviously couldn't respond, but she seemed happy to have spent the morning with her dad. Walking over to her, Y/n kissed her head repeatedly, then walked over to wrap her arms around her boyfriend.

"I love you," she mumbled, kissing his back.

"I love you too," he said. "Now, if you don't mind feeding our little angel, I will finish breakfast for the two of us."

Y/n nodded and did just that, taking Simone out of the high chair and holding her in her arms. As she did so, she watched Harry with a fondness she'd never thought she would ever feel. She was so happy to have him back, she almost didn't care how he managed to get here.

But she was too curious not to ask.

"So then while I hopped on a train, the boys stole a golf cart to distract everyone," Harry said, wrapping up his story.

"This was like a whole espionage thing," Y/n replied, amused by the antics of Harry and his friends, but not entirely surprised. She'd gotten to know the boys of One Direction quite well, and stealing a golf cart would've been a piece of cake for them. "But why not just go to the airport?"

"Because they would've looked there first," Harry explained. "I figured they wouldn't have anticipated a train ride to another city."

"I'm sorry you had to jump through all these hoops just to see us," she said.

Harry didn't seem the least bit apologetic for his actions, though Y/n knew he would've regretted letting his fans down. He didn’t bring that up, though, so she didn't either. Around a bite of his pancake, he said, "Well worth it, in my opinion. Besides, the boys are always looking for a reason to cause mischief and piss off our managers."

"Well, if it was in the name of causing chaos," Y/n said.

"See, you get it," Harry replied with a grin.

After she was fed, Simone fell asleep. Y/n was going to put her in her crib, but Harry stopped her, taking the infant from his girlfriend's arms. He stared down at her intensely, as if trying to make note of all the things that changed about her while he was gone.

Y/n knew it was hard for him to be away. He loved to sing and to perform all over, but he loved his family too. Now that the holidays were approaching, though, Harry would have some scheduled free time. It wasn't much, but they were making the most of their situation.

"Take a look at this," Harry said suddenly, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "Not exactly professional or anything, but she was calm and we did our best."

It was a picture of Simone fast asleep. She wasn't in her snowman onesie, but Harry had managed to scrounge up a Santa hat from somewhere. She slept with the hat on, her arms around the little blanket she'd had since she was born. It was simple, and when Y/n scrolled to the next one, she could see Harry's blurry finger in the corner.

"She looks absolutely perfect, doesn't she?" Y/n whispered, admiring the photo.

"We make quite the team," Harry replied, agreeing in his own way. Then, after a brief period of silence, he said, "I want more, you know."

Y/n looked at him incredulously. "Are you insane?"

"Not now, of course. We've got our hands quite full with this one," Harry said, taking his phone back. "But...I want more of this someday. With you."

Y/n was often so lost in her own world with Simone that reality often didn't feel like reality. The idea of more kids in the future, or the future in general, just seemed like a weird far away existence. But if she looked past the haze of dirty diapers and shirts covered in spit-up and sleepless nights and tiny baby socks that disappeared into thin air, she could see the same future that Harry did. A bigger family, siblings for Simone to grow up with. And she wanted it too.

"Me too," she finally said, looking up at him. "But not until we're at least twenty-five.

Harry merely grinned. "We'll play it by ear."

She tried to protest, but he kissed her before she could say anything, his fingers holding her by the chin steadily. Neither of them had shared a kiss like that in quite some time.

"Come upstairs with me," he mumbled.

Y/n raised an eyebrow at him. "Didn't we just agree on not having more children for the foreseeable future?"

"We know better now," he said, kissing all over her jaw. "We'll put Simone in her crib, turn the baby monitor on, and just spend some time alone. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," Y/n said. How could she not?

"Come on then. And later we'll get Simone all bundled up so we can go to the Christmas market. How does that sound?"

"Quite perfect, actually," she sighed. "It all sounds so perfect, H. I'm so happy you're here. Thank you for coming home early."

A couple hours later, Simone was bundled up in a puffer jacket and beanie in her pram. Y/n was pretty covered up too, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself. She and Harry had yet to be spotted together in public, or if they had, his management team was working hard to keep any pictures off the Internet and out of magazines.

"It's weird, I want to buy every single toy for Simone," Harry said as they walked past each stall. "It's impractical, but the urge is there."

"It's called being a dad, H," Y/n replied. "And it's our daughter's first Christmas. But we can't spoil her too much."

"Right," Harry nodded. "That's what Uncles Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn are for."

"What do you mean?"

Harry blushed, not meeting Y/n's eye. "I know I can't spoil Simone, but the boys buy things for her all the time. My suitcase is practically filled with gifts from them that they wanted me to take home to her. They love Simone, you know that."

"We should have a party when they all come back. I know they don't all live in London, but it would be nice to have people around the house, you know?"

Y/n shook her head. Not quite out of disbelief. She actually could believe that the boys would want to buy all sorts of things for Simone. The few times Harry’s bandmates had been round to see Y/n and Simone, they were great with her, totally melting at the barest hint of a giggle or smile from the baby. She was just too cute not to fall absolutely in love with.

"We'll find a day, for sure," Harry agreed. He knew Y/n got lonely here in London. She’d given up a lot to move to London, and he tried to make up for that sacrifice as best he could. And the boys absolutely adored Simone, but they loved Y/n too. It would be nice for them to all be together.

They continued walking through the market, admiring the lights and decorations and everything each stall had to offer. They stopped to buy snacks and bought patterned socks as they walked arm and arm. And despite their previously decided restraint, they couldn't help but pick up a few things for Simone—a little knit cap that frilled at the brim, a "Baby's first Christmas" ornament, a couple of onesies, and a pair of booties that were meant to look like cartoon reindeer.

It was the perfect day, one Y/n hadn't envisioned for herself. She knew Harry couldn't be sneaking away from his responsibilities all the time, especially when so many people depended on him. But she needed this, they needed this. Sometimes family had to come first.

"Let's go home," she said, her eyes never leaving Simone's. "I think we need a proper family picture now."

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rooftop philosophy

in which: all hunter wants is a place to eat his lunch peacefully, but you disrupt the peace

pair: hunter/gn!reader

word count: 2k

content: fluff, a lot of unpopular opinions, slight heartbreak, kissing, teasing, and a box of chocolates?

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Hunter never thought that he’d have to share his safe place. He discovered that the roof was always unlocked one day by accident because he ran to the top of the stairs and tripped, his hand pushing the door open. He was running away from club recruiters that day. The school’s club fest was going on, and each booth tried to grab him before the other one could, hence the running away. Hunter was popular, and he knew that and he didn’t hate it, but he wasn’t a huge fan of all of the attention either. He needed a place he could go to and decompress in the middle of the school day.

So, when you showed up, he was flabbergasted. He was pretty careful about coming to the roof. All of his friends knew that he would go some place else to have lunch— they assumed with his significant other or something— and they all respected his privacy. You, on the other hand, were not close with Hunter in the slightest. You noticed every day around lunch time that he would sneak off somewhere, and one day, you decided to follow him all the way up to the roof.

The boy reluctantly shared his space with you because he was nice but also because he was scared that you were going to tell someone about the fact that the doors to the roof were unlocked and then the school would lock the doors and he’d have to find a new place. You, however, did not know this fear. You just wanted to enjoy the air outside, and the only times to do that were either during gym class or lunch.

You weren’t one to talk much in class, but you loved talking to your friends. You didn’t know if you could consider Hunter your friend on that kind of level, but talking to him was easy because he would just sit and eat his lunch in peace and occasionally agree with you while you talked about all the things in the world that concerned you, most of them being unpopular opinions.

“I still don’t get why people say money can’t buy happiness,” you started one day. “Money can totally buy happiness. My neighbors were really upset with their grandma died, and two weeks later, they were happy because they bought a dog. A dog. That’s literally buying happiness.”

Hunter nodded slightly in agreement, but you didn’t notice.

“I can’t make myself happy without spending money nowadays. No one can. If you want cheer up by eating chocolate or something, you have to buy it, right? That’s buying happiness. Little kids always want stuffed animals or toys, and when they’re sad, parents usually buy something to make them happy. That’s also buying happiness! Whoever said money can’t buy happiness is stupid.”

You continued talking while Hunter cleaned up the wrappers around him— he was pretty much done eating.

“The quote came from 1750 or something, so it makes sense for then, but now? Money is happiness. Material wealth is tied to happiness, and you can quote me on that.”

The bell rang. The unspoken agreement between the two of you was that you would head back to the classroom first, then him a couple minutes later. It’s not that he didn’t want to be caught with you, but he didn’t want his hiding spot being found, and if people thought you two were together, then it meant risking the discovering of his spot.

“Fairy tales are horrible if you really think about it. They tell you that there’s always a good person and an evil person and that you’re either one or the other. Fables are where it’s at. Those have lessons and morals, and more humanizing. Give me a lesson over a conquest any day.”

“Christmas is not the best holiday. Halloween is. We should be celebrating Halloween and having that day off to work on our costumes and enjoy the weather before it gets freezing cold outside.”

“Trying to put sweet and salty things in the same snack is gross and doesn’t work. They should come together but be packed separately so we can balance the flavors the way we want to.”

You would come upstairs with a new opinion everyday, and Hunter would listen to your opinions everyday.

As the school year progressed, there was one boy in Hunter’s friend group that caught your attention: Junghoon. Every time you saw him, your heart would flutter. He was always smiling and always laughing, and you knew that you didn’t stand a chance with him because of how immensely popular he was with the rest of the student body. Until…

“Forgetting to hit send on a message really does happen! Why do people automatically assume that it’s a white lie?! I literally forgot to hit submit on my homework last night, and now I have detention. I swear, I did the work…”

The bell rang. Hunter got up, and you left first. Same as usual. When you stayed back in school that day to serve your detention, you ended up getting to spend it with Junghoon, who was also in detention for the same reason as you.

“I do this all the time,” Junghoon sighed as he admitted to you. “I just suck at responding and pressing buttons. I’ll have something I want to ask someone and have it all typed out, but when they don’t respond, I get upset, and then check my messages to see that I never sent the damn thing. So annoying.”

“Haha, tell me about it,” you said as you stared dreamily at him. That was also the shortest sentence you said that day.

It made you so happy that your opinion was actually a fact that was proven by Junghoon, but it also made you happy that you got to spend time with him.

You never stopped thinking about Junghoon after that day. You fell for him. Hard. You were planning on confessing to him for Valentine’s Day because, as far as you could tell, he was single, no one else was in pursuit of him, and there was no harm in trying.

What a lie. There was totally harm in trying. You got him a cute little box of chocolates and waited for him before school in front of the gates. You were going to pull him aside and hand him the box of chocolates then confess, but before you could even do that, you saw Junghoon walk towards the gate hand in hand with another student in your class. You wanted to lie to yourself again and say that they were just friends, but then when you saw them hug and kiss, your world came crashing down. You quickly shuffled your way back to the school building, shoved the chocolates back into your bag, and sat at your desk.

Your eyes were misty for the first half of the day, but as the day progressed, your sadness morphed into humor as a defense mechanism then into cynicism. By the time you got to lunch, you justified to yourself why someone like Junghoon was totally out of your reach.

“Here’s the thing, Hunter,” you started with your lecture the second the rooftop door closed behind you. “Things are beautiful. People are beautiful. The world is beautiful. But! Not everything is beautiful. Not everyone is beautiful. The entire world is not beautiful.”

You plopped down on the ground next to him. He continued eating, you continued talking— lunch as per usual.

“I wonder what it must be like to be beautiful. I imagine those people are always, “oh my God, being beautiful is so hard! My life is so tragic!” and then they’re just sweating sparkles and gold and you’re annoyed with them because living a beautiful life is nothing. Nothing! They don’t have to work for anything! Things just fall into their hands.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow because this was a different rant for once.

“I will never know that feeling because I’m not beautiful,” you explained. “People are attracted to and love beautiful things… And I am not one of them.”

“Y/N, shut up,” Hunter said— he had never, ever said anything during your rants or lectures, but this time was different because the rant was different.

“What? It is true. Beautiful things, beautiful people— no one can resist them. Meanwhile, me? I’m not someone’s first choice, and I’m not really a choice anyone considers because I’m not beautiful or even pretty. I’m just… Okay. I’m mid. I’m aight. Not attractive, just aight.”

“Stop it, Y/N.”

“What’s your deal? Since when do you care about what I talk about? You usually just ignore me, anyway.”

“No, I don’t.”

“See? You don’t care—”

“I do care, Y/N,” Hunter interrupted. “And I don’t ignore you. I always listen to everything you say and stay quiet because I usually agree, but right now? Right now, you’re so wrong.”

“Huh? Wrong about what? Liking beautiful things? Do you not like beautiful things?”

“I do, but that’s not what I’m taking about. You’re not just okay, you’re not mid… I’d say you’re aight, but you’re beautiful, too.”

You stared at Hunter for a solid minute before bursting out laughing. He had such a serious look on his face, and he made the funniest joke with that straight face of his. “That’s a funny joke, Hunter. You should be a comedian,” you said while wiping tears from your eyes.

Hunter’s face didn’t even flinch, causing you to laugh all over again. His stone face was incredible. You continued to laugh, but he still didn’t laugh; he didn’t even smile because he wasn’t joking.

“Hunter, you don’t have to lie to make me laugh and feel better, but thanks for that. I needed it.”

“I wasn’t lying.”

“Wait, but wasn’t the joke the fact that it’s a lie? See, wait. Let me look it up…” You took your phone out and typed quickly pulling up the definition of the word. “Okay, it says here that beautiful means “pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically, and of a very high standard,” and that definition is definitely not—”

Hunter couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed your wrist and moved your phone away from your face before pressing his lips firmly against yours. Your eyes went wide, only for you to squeeze your eyes shut when you felt Hunter’s other hand move to the back of your head and hold you gently, his lips leaving an additional kiss, then two, then more until your phone slipped out of your hand. You were completely flabbergasted when he finally stopped and moved back, your eyes staring into his.

“W-wh-what…?” For once, you had no words.

“Now you listen, and let me talk,” he said gently. “Originally, I let you come up here because I didn’t want to lose the access to the roof. I was slightly annoyed at first because I wanted to eat my lunch in peace, but every day, you come up here with something new to talk about, and I’m always intrigued and entertained.”

“I had no—”

“Shut up, I’m not done,” Hunter held a finger to your lips. “I like your company, Y/N, and I like you, so it kills me to hear you say those kinds of things about yourself. So, stop it.”

You stared at Hunter, eyes wide, jaw dropped.

“I always care about everything you say and think and do, Y/N. If I didn’t, I would have made you stop talking like I did today.”

Hunter let go of your hand and moved away from you while you were still shellshocked. Your mind was blank for once, until a tiny intrusive thought entered your head.

“I have a question,” you told him.

“What is it?”

“So, if I say things you don’t agree with, will you make me stop talking?”

“Yes.”

“Would you make me stop talking the way you did just now?”

Hunter took a second to process the question before going hot red in the face. He let out a couple of empty noises before looking away from you, steam literally rising from the top of his head because of how embarrassed he was. You had to stifle a laugh as you watched him react to your genuine inquiry.

“Love isn’t a choice,” you teased him. “You only like me because you spend so much time with me.”

“Y/N—”

“You just don’t want to be alone on Valentine’s Day.”

“I swear to God—”

“You just want me to give you a box—”

Just as he said, Hunter shut you up, and he shut you up by kissing you again. You couldn’t help but giggle as his soft lips encompassed yours and his fingers tickled your neck and cheek. You kissed him back, suppressing the urge to smile in between each one. It was only when the bell rang that the two of you separated, a slow exhale leaving your lips as he moved away. A small smile settled on your face as Hunter looked away shyly, his face a light shade of pink. You stood up and helped him clean up before heading to the rooftop doors.

“I’ll head down first,” you told him.

Just as you took one step down, you felt him grab your wrist. You turned to look at him, his face still pink, and his eyes barely able to maintain contact with yours.

“Yeah?”

“Um… You said something about a box…”

“What, you want me to give you a box of chocolates?” you asked with a snicker.

“I wouldn’t be opposed…” he mumbled.

“Okay, I’ll give you the box… Tomorrow.”

You shuffled down the stairs while laughing to yourself, and as you turned to take the second set of stairs down, you looked up to see Hunter with a huge grin on his face. He, like you, couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come.

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jouissance (2)

Phillip Graves x Reader | political marriage, Graves is down bad and buys an engagement ring, reader gets shy about her personality being taken into account to choose said ring, Graves' older brother continues to be an asshole | word count: 2,033

Phil’s always been smart, so it’s never really been a problem to see why Pete’s his father’s favorite. He’s the eldest, salt of the earth rancher following in daddy’s footsteps, obeying the old man to the letter of the law. While Phillip himself, well, he’s been a fighter his whole life.

School was a struggle, since he's never liked being told what to do, but he was just too damn efficient at acing his tests for any teacher to do shit about his attitude. They did call home to complain, though; got his dad good and fired up for when Phil made it to the house. Where he found himself doing everyone's chores for months on end before he backed down. Which is why, he figures, the old man was actually real pleased when he enlisted and got his ass into West Point.

Phillip Graves Sr. probably thought the military would straighten out his problematic namesake son, and maybe it would’ve, if Phil hadn’t run into the same problem, made even worse by a much stricter hierarchical structure. Thing is, he’s smart, he can pinpoint better ways to do shit, if you let him look at it long enough, and it gets on his last fucking nerve when people don’t even try to listen to what he has to say.

So he waited his contract out, poaching as many worthwhile guys as he could along the way, set his own private army up; and ended up exactly where he promised himself he never would: folding to his father's designs.

Except, it doesn’t fucking feel like it.

Here, heat drunk and mostly horizontal, lounging on a recliner as the senator’s girl swims laps from the dock to the property’s edge, he feels unburdened.

It’s nice, being this relaxed with someone he thought he was going to fight with for the rest of his life, or at least the first couple years. The way Pete did so famously with his oil heiress that even Phil overheard them have a go at it during one holiday or another, before she resigned to the particular blend of manipulation and pettiness his mother is so fond of.

No, Phil’s never had a fight in the few months he’s been traipsing around through weekly breakfast dates, being fed waffle bites and smoke tasting kisses.

He tells himself that it’s because neither of them care enough for it, but truth be told he just likes this girl who’ll gladly ride him at ten in the morning when he shows to pick her up, so he can play footsie at the restaurant table knowing how she sounds when she comes around him.

Likes her to the point of requesting a safe link to call her from half the world away, probably making a weird face about it, since more than one shadow commented on it, ribbing him about it being ‘suspicious’. And that’s after he swore Vance to secrecy for hearing her answer with a surprised chuckle and sleep in her voice.

So now, he’s in town for Pete’s birthday with the folks, senator’s girl in tow, and the engagement ring he finally settled on burns a hole in the back of his mind. Nothing in his heart but the rabid, acidic satisfaction of doing what he can to ruin his brother’s event. He’s quite proud of it, too. Having spent months looking for a ring that encompassed all those things he’s come to associate with his soon to be wife —the glint of the thin chain she always wears, the lines of her clothes over her body; being warm and naked under her, chasing shapes across the overcast morning sky that looked endless from the giant windows of her apartment in the city.

“Your mother hates me”

Phil isn’t exactly expecting her, so he almost flinches when she drags herself out of the water, reaching to brush wet fingertips against the overheated skin of his arm. And since he doesn’t expect it, he can’t think before reacting. The shock of temperature and the instinctual violent response he’s trained in himself have him pulling her down over his thighs in a second.

She laughs high at being suddenly straddling his torso, crushed against his chest; it makes him pause long enough to look at her, sun kissed and shining water droplets hanging off her lashes.

“If she liked you, I wouldn’t.”

Phil can’t help but smile at how she isn’t afraid of him, even now; can’t stop the way his cock hardens under the pressure of her hips. But the impulse of brutality is still there, motion and strength, flesh on flesh. So it’s a rough, clumsy thing to get his mouth on her, clacking teeth and bruising fingers on the back of her neck.

Her gasp tastes of the Bellini she’d been sipping before her swim. And her hands come up around him for purchase, sliding delightful and drenched and cool against his flanks. Until she finds the curve of his ass and tugs with the same sort of fierce compulsion he’s lost to.

It jolts him enough to pull away, panting like a fucking dog against her. She’s out of breath too, but chuckles again, peach sweet, and she doesn’t let him go, just nudges her body a little further into his half chub. Her flushed face fills Phil’s chest with the sort of pride he feels for his shadows; amused and startled at the fucking stones on her.

“Marry me.”

It comes out of him as a demand, with one palm steady over her thigh and the other dipping into the chill of the cooler for the tiny square box he stashed in there just in case.

“I thought that was a given.”

“Not until I’ve given you a ring,”

“You’re going to propose to me at your brother’s birthday dinner?” the look in her eyes is sweet fucking poison, shines like there’s nothing she’d rather do with her night but cause a good bit of chaos.

“No,” Phil flips the lid open and offers the ring to hopefully soothe the sting of disappointment that furrows her brow, “no one’s gonna yell at you during your proposal. But we’re gonna make damn sure everyone sees it tonight.”

He expects her to laugh, go along with it, because he’s used to having her on his side by now, in a way that suddenly seems incredibly dangerous. Hell, he’ll even take her complaining, but she just stares down at the ring in his palm in complete silence, expression unreadable.

“You don’t like it? Want it bigger?”

That gets him a giggle, higher pitched than anything he’s heard from her, even in bed. So he leans into the innuendo, even waggles his eyebrows, dumbstruck at how much he wants her to like this stupid thing. She has to like it, Phil’s not gonna have her wear something of his, that marks her as his, and not be fucking proud of it.

“I love it,” she says, in the end, looking like she can’t fully put into words whatever’s going on in her head, “it’s mine.”

“Damn right it is, baby.”

She has the gall to come off shy —when he slips the ring on and it fits as right as he knows it would—, sitting over his cock in her little bathing suit, kissing him like she means to make them late to this damn dinner.

“Your mom’s really gonna hate me now.”

“And why would that be?”

The playfulness finds its way back to her smile, squeezing relief into his bones until he’s pretty much hanging off the lounge. She follows, pressing her body onto his, tilted sideways so her body blocks the view from the lake as she gropes him over his shorts. And Phil needs this conversation to move away from his mom, expeditiously.

“‘Cause you’re her favorite and she doesn’t want you to be anyone else’s”

“Yeah, well, too fucking bad.” And he’s gonna let go for now that she doesn’t clarify if she means he’s now her favorite or just hers, which in a way are one and the same with that goddamn pleased cat look she keeps giving him. “Now, you’re gonna stop talking about my mom, you’re gonna get this ass in the house and I’m gonna bend my wife-to-be over the first surface I find. How’s that sound?”

“Like we’re gonna be late, husband-to-be.”

…

It’s been a hell of a long time since Phil’s had a family event like this. Generally he comes in, shotguns a drink or two, plays with the kids for an hour and dips with a bag of leftovers and the annoying opening notes of a headache. And he honestly thinks he could hardly be blamed, when the conversation revolved around either cows or school districts, or Marnie’s —Pete’s pretty blonde wife— friend’s struggles to express milk, of all fucking things.

Occasions at his folks’ saw him show up already tense, looking for his way out even before he made it in the house.

Well not today. Today Phil’s excited.

He feels it in every muscle, bubbling as laughter in his chest, easing his joints with the residual afterglow. So he breezes past the birthday boy, and the nephews and Mama Graves, keeping his senator’s girl tucked to his side out of a compulsion that’s borderline need.

She laughs under her breath at the ugly look his mother gives her, she pours his drinks and perches on the armrest of his single seater for cake slices in the den, like she did the first time, close enough to smell his aftershave on her skin. Therefore, Phil has no choice but to pull her all the way into his lap, abandoning his plate so he can play with her free hand. And he presses a deliberate kiss to the diamond on her finger just to see the glint in her eyes when he shit-stirs on purpose.

Her smile is the sharp one he likes the most, for a second that feels stretched huge like sugar syrup, before the gesture sends his father roaring into a mess of congratulations. Shouting and clapping shoulders, the old man rushes out for the champagne from the cellar; while Mama Graves follows close, most likely to slam a couple cabinets with the excuse of breaking the good glasses out.

“You know he’s only marrying you so dad won’t cut him off the inheritance, right?”

Pete’s voice rises, mocking, in the silence that’s left, because of course it is. Pete isn’t dumb either, he can pretend to behave when he’s got their parents eyes on him, but he has no compunction being a fucking asshole when it’s just someone he considers beneath him in the room.

It’s got Phillip’s skin itching in a way that’s also quite nostalgic. Their last physical altercation’s been a few years in the past, too, and he’s got a whole host of new tricks to keep Pete from thinking he can ever talk to his girl like that again. But she shifts, while he’s still considering it; chuckles into the skin of Phil’s neck, leaning so far back that she’s looking down her nose at the rest of the room.

“So?”

She doesn’t elaborate, doesn’t justify a goddamn thing. She simply stares at Pete as if she’s waiting for him to explain why he thinks he has any right to question her decisions.

The question floors him, Phil can see it in real time, how there’s no possible answer for it that doesn’t involve admitting that the effort to humiliate her failed so badly, that Pete’s probably gonna be resenting it for months to come.

She waits a minute for a response and then giggles when it doesn’t come, gloats so deliciously that Phillip has to cling to her; has to kiss her. He has to sit there and pretend to pay attention to his parents when they come back, because against all the odds he ever thought he was going to have to deal with, he can’t wait to call this girl his wife. He can’t wait to make sure no other man ever gets her in his ranks.

#m: cod #r: smut #ish again #phillip graves x reader #personal #they're brats your honor horrible brats

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powerofelvis · 1 year

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Christmas Wrapping

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 2.2K

Warning(s): 50’s!Elvis, SMUT, oral (f. receiving, m. receiving), unprotected sex, christmas fluff

A/N: It’s Day 4 of Daisy’s 12 Days of Christmas! I know I said that this would be my second one yesterday, but you guys loved ‘Merry Christmas, Baby’ more than I thought. Thank you! This is a request that was requested from my bestest girl, @lindszeppelin! I hope you like it, Sugar Pie 💕

You were excited and for very good reason. It was your very first Christmas with Elvis. You have been with him for a little over a year, getting together towards the tail end of high school. You had always had a little crush on the boy who would walk the halls with a guitar in his hands, sometimes getting badgered by your friends for liking the school’s outcast. You didn’t mind it though, he was cute. Not to mention, he was a real hit with your parents. They adored him, overlooking the rumors that were around town that he was corrupting the youth because of his music and his movements.

You had spoken to your parents before the holiday season, gaining their permission to spend the evening with him and his family but only after you spent the morning with them. The thought of being around him and the people who made him happy gave you enough reason to celebrate. That morning, you spent with your parents and siblings, opening your gifts and having your annual christmas breakfast. It wasn’t long that you were bouncing towards your room to get ready for the day. Elvis would swing by in his new car that he bought for himself later.

He was proud of it. Spending hours talking to you on the phone about how he would take care of his family and you for as long as the Lord allowed him to. Elvis had arrived at your house a bit later, coming inside to greet your family as he always did when he came to pick you up. “There’s my girl! I missed you so much, it’s been drivin’ me up the wall.” He scooped you up in his arms, spinning you around like one of those couples who were seeing each other for the first time in forever. He had just returned for a while, busy with gigs all over the South. His manager was trying to get his name out, giving him opportunities that he used to only talk to you about.

After chatting with your family for a while, giving them the presents that he brought, he pulled you out of your house and you were heading to his house, not wanting to keep his family waiting. During the short ride to his place, you would chat with him about the things that he saw and did while he was away, clearly happy that he was finally able to chase after his dreams—with you right by his side. You both arrived at his house soon after, he hurriedly ushering you inside before running off to tell his parents that you were there.

His mother, Gladys, walked into the foyer before pulling you into a hug. Gladys was like another mother to you in the short time that you were in a relationship with Elvis. While he was gone, you would still go over to their house to help her keep her mind off of missing her only son. “My precious girl. Merry Christmas! I’m so glad that you are here to celebrate with us!” She wore the same smile that she always had when you were around, which always melted your heart. “Merry Christmas to you as well, Mrs Presley. It’s always nice to see you.”

Gladys hummed happily before turning to Elvis to push him towards the tree that sat in their living room, silently telling him that it was time to finish opening the presents. “I’ve got some stuff for you under the tree. Bewbie, show Y/N.” Elvis smiled at his two girls, taking you by the hand before leading you over to their beautiful tree. You sat down on the couch near the tree, opening presents that Gladys had for you. She had given you a little necklace and Vernon bought you a nice dress. You gave them their presents, feeling the love that they had for you as the day went on.

“I have a present for you, but I won’t give it to you until later.” Elvis whispered in your ear after you finished distributing your gifts with everyone. You nodded your head, shivering with excitement as you didn’t miss the look in his eyes as he spoke. Dinner came and went and everyone was now sitting around the tree, listening to Elvis sing while he played on his guitar. Elvis put down his guitar after an hour of performing, looking over at you with a sly smile. “Ready for your gift?” You nodded excitedly, following him to his room where he said he had it.

The box was nicely wrapped, tied together with Christmas ribbons. You sat down on the bed, ripping the wrapper off of the box, revealing a red laced lingerie set that was paired with a garter set. You gasped, looking back at Elvis who wore a look of excitement as you ran your fingers over the material. “It’s beautiful, honey! I love it.” Elvis sat beside you, wrapping his arms around you before pressing his lips to your ear. “Would ya wear it tonight for me, doll?” His voice had taken a dangerously low tone, the undertone of lust was prevalent.

“I don’t see why not, baby. I’m not going home tonight.” You shivered, eyes still looking over the present. Elvis jumped up abruptly, leaving you alone in the room—probably telling his family that he was turning in for the night and not to wait up. You took the cue and went into the bathroom, putting the lingerie on and fixing your hair so that you could surprise him when he came back. You slid the red garter over your leg, snapping it into place with the belt after you ensured that the set was put on correctly. The way that the set hugged your body made you feel something that you never felt before, the excitement being a bit overwhelming.

You and Elvis had sex before, him being the person who took your virginity, so you weren’t afraid of sleeping with him. However, it was a completely different feel to be intimate while wearing something as racy like this red laced lingerie set that Elvis specifically picked out for you. You shakingly took a breath, walking out of the bathroom as you were seemingly overcome with confidence. Elvis had returned to the room, sitting on the bed where he was twiddling his thumbs as he waited for your arrival. When Elvis saw you, he nearly fell off of the bed with how fast he stood up and walked over to you.

“I had imagined how beautiful you would look in this, but you have really put it into perspective that you look damn good in anything, even naked.” He whispered under his breath. Your body shivered at his words, the tension becoming so unbearable that you were rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction. Elvis noticed and decided to not leave you hanging for much longer, his hands caressing your body as his lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss. You moaned softly, hands moving up his chest before resting on his shoulders.

His fingers moved lower to your garter belt, snapping it against your skin as he moved you back towards the bed. “I like this on you, but it’ll look damned good on the floor, baby.” He hummed, reaching behind you to undo the laced bra that held your breasts in place. His lips moved from yours before he took hold of your breasts, licking and nipping at them. Your back arched in nothing but air as the feeling of your nipples being licked and sucked aroused you. Elvis could tell, your nipples were beginning to stand at attention so he used one of his hands to rub circles around the hardened nipple, seemingly wanting you to get off from him playing with your tits.

Your thighs continued rubbing together, the heat in between your legs was now sending fire throughout your entire body. He laid you back in the bed, lifting your hips before he smoothly pulled your panties off of your hips like he was unwrapping you as his gift. The wet spot was very apparent, causing Elvis to groan in pleasure as he could see how shiny your pussy was. He licked his lips as he got on his knees, now abandoning your nipples to their own devices. He spreads your legs, humming happily as he immediately licks a stripe up your pussy.

“It’s like your pussy gets sweeter each time I taste it.” He speaks before licking another stripe up your pussy, your back arching off of the bed. He chuckled darkly, sliding two of his ring covered fingers inside of you, immediately bottoming out. The feeling was something that you had never felt before, your walls constricting around his digits. He was licking and sucking at your pussy now, the slurping noises that he was making was enough to push you over the edge. “Go ahead baby, let go for me.” He whispered before continuing to eat you as if he wasn’t already full from his mother’s christmas dinner.

Your orgasm crashed over you immediately, moans and whimpers passing your lips as he ate all that you gave him. He pulled away from you, lapping up the slick that was on his lips. You shivered as you watched him undress, his black slacks and blazer falling to the floor as he hurriedly made his way over to you. You sat up on your knees on the bed, taking his hardened length in your hand as you placed little kisses to him, the foreskin sitting prettily on his cock. Elvis hissed, the sensitivity that he was feeling from your mouth covered his entire body. You wrapped your mouth around his cock, taking as much of him as you could.

He was long—the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, so you settled for groping his heavy balls in your hands as you struggled to take him in. Elvis moved his fingers through your hair, his head thrown back as the moans that passed his lips were almost pornographic. You watched him through your eyelashes as you continued on, the sheen on his body glistened under the lights in his room. His knees were wobbling as he struggled to stand, but you were determined to give him the same pleasure that he gave you. However, Elvis had a different idea.

“Baby, I ain’t gonna be able to make it if you keep on this way. I need—need to be inside of you, darlin’.” You pulled off his cock, a string of saliva broke apart as you wiped your mouth. “Give me all you got, big boy.” You got off of your knees, laying back on the bed as you watched your boyfriend crawl into the bed and over you. He wiped the remaining of your saliva off of your lips before pressing a sweet kiss to them. “Fuck, you’re such a naughty girl. I should’ve gotten you a lump of coal instead.” He grabbed a hold of his cock, rubbing the skin between your folds.

As Elvis pushed inside of you, your toes dug into the bed as you tensed up at the intrusion. Elvis didn’t move at first, knowing that this was still new to you. His lips kissed the tears that were forming in the corners of your eyes, groaning softly as he could feel your pussy constricting around him until you stretched a bit for him. “There we go, baby. You’re stretched open for me, aren’t ya?” He whispered in your ear, his hips moving painfully slow as he pushed in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, fingers pressed at the nape of his neck as your eyes never left his.

Elvis started to speed up with each thrust, the sweat dripping off of his floppy black locks. “I should’ve bought this earlier, you looked so damn gorgeous baby. I’m gonna have to make you wear it again, rip it off your body next time.” He groaned out as his cock hit your spot repeatedly. “I love you, baby. I love you.” He whispered, lacing his fingers with yours as the overstimulation was becoming too much to endure. “I- Elvis!” You screeched out as your orgasm crashed over you once more.

“That’s it, mama. Cum again for me. Fuck, you feel so good.” He grunted as he fucked you through your orgasm while chasing his own. He stuttered before pulling out of you, coating your stomach and pelvis with his sticky seed. He groaned as he finished, leaning down to kiss you once more. “If this is how the holidays will be, I’ll have to buy you more lingerie.” He chuckled before getting off of the bed, grabbing some tissues from his bedside table. He cleaned you off, whispering sweet nothings in your ear before he climbed back into the bed, wrapping his arms around you.

As you both dozed off after talking about plans for the new year, you couldn’t help but get excited all over again. How lucky you were to be loved by a man as good as Elvis Presley, you would never know. All you knew was that this Christmas was the best that you had ever had.

#elvis presley #elvis 2022 #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #daisy’s 12 days of christmas requests #daisy writes

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ning2lilac · 4 months

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Take My Breath - Jaemin

Christmas Melodies - 01

series masterlist

pairing: jaemin x fem!reader

tags: fluff, christmas themed (yeah, this late), high school

words: around 7.3k words

note: Christmas was ages ago and this is just the first story, so let's just pretend it was always supposed to be "winter" melodies ig...

I walk this cold street with you, as if we were lovers . Yeah, what should I do? I’m awkwardly frozen. My checks turn red, ayy

YN and Jaemin hated each other, or that’s what YN though. Somehow, both ended up sharing the same groups of friends. When all planned to spend their last Christmas holidays together before university, things didn’t turn out how YN expected. Yeah, YN was forced to get along with Jaemin during all the holidays— or was she really forced?

Chapter 0: It's severe when I stand in front of you.

15th of December

“Forget about it, I won’t go,” YN replied while drinking her strawberry juice and shaking her head. Both Yunjin and her were sitting in the school’s cafeteria on the 15th of December, the last day of classes before going on Holidays.

“You can’t say no; you are our friend, and you are coming; that’s it!” Yunjin replied while stabbing her dessert. “Also, this is Yizhuo’s first Christmas since she moved here, so you should try.” Yizhuo moved from China just a couple of months ago with her family due to her father’s new job, and Yunjin always tried to use it as an excuse to drag YN everywhere. All this discussion started when her friend told her excitedly about all the plans they could do together and that their other group of friends, a couple of guys from the boys’ school in their same town, would tag along. YN was fine with it, and she almost agreed, until Yizhuo mistakenly told her which guys they were (Yunjin tried to keep it a secret from her).

“All I’m saying is, why do we have to spend almost all of our time with them?” Yunjin and Yizhuo were more than enough, she didn’t need to spend the Christmas Holidays with a random group of guys (although they weren’t exactly “random” if YN was being honest with herself). “I thought we were better alone, Yunjin, or that’s exactly what you said last year when I asked you if Lee Yewon from class B could come with us to the Christmas Market”.

“That was different, Yewon is a total bitch!” Yunjin screamed while getting the attention of some people in the cafeteria. “And by the way, your problem is not with them, it is only with one of them. And you will have to deal with that”.

And to be honest, Yunjin was completely right; YN didn’t really hate them; in fact, almost all of them were nice to her, and all of them were their age. Renjun was a nice guy who also moved from China (the only thing is he did it when he was only five years old), and they often talked about TV shows together and even discussed the episodes of Single’s Inferno. Haechan was hilarious, YN at first thought he was going to be the worst one, and bonus points, he would always get on Yunjin’s nerves (she definitely has a crush on him but will always deny it), which was really fun to watch. Jeno was surprisingly nice, he looked a bit tough the first time she met him but turned out to be a total cutie pie. And then there was…him…

“Excuse me, but Jaemin hates me as much as I hate him,” YN answered, trying to defend herself. “It is a mutual relationship of pure hatred. It’s not my fault he acts like a total angel with all of you, he is the devil.”

“Yeah, sure, but I don’t care”, Yunjin replied while both started picking up their trays since the school’s bell signalling the start of the second period just rang. “I love you with all my heart, YN. But I would really like us to do all these things together. It’s our last Christmas before graduation, so we should have fun”. YN was about to defend herself when Yunjin threw her a glance. “And I don’t want to hear anything from you again”.

“What’s the point of going to an all-girls’ school if I will end up hanging out with men? Geez”, YN whispered to herself while taking her backpack and following Yunjin to the corridors.

“Girls!” They both turned their heads to meet Yizhuo, who was running excitedly towards them. “Look what I saw! The boys’ school is organising a mini-Christmas market this afternoon, and everyone is invited! Isn’t this great?” The nightmare was starting sooner than YN expected, but with Yizhuo looking at her with those big doe eyes and pure happiness, she couldn’t tell her no, so she simply nodded. Yunjin smiled after seeing YN’s compliance and took Yizhuo’s arm, not after giving YN a last glance.

“Maybe this is the year in which you finally give each other a chance,” and after saying that, the three of them parted ways.

“Of course that bitch, Lee Yewon, came,” Yunjin huffed after noticing the girl. “I never saw such a pick me girl”. She said this while putting on her gloves and grabbing YN’s arm in case she thought about running away. She was exactly thinking about doing that.

“What happened to defending women’s rights and wrongs?” YN answered while brushing her hair with her fingers, they couldn’t even go home to change after class, so they had to go with their uniforms and backpacks. Which also meant YN couldn’t fix her bangs at home, she hated to have messy ones.

“The exception is that girl, I’m sorry” The taller one, YN was definitely the smallest one out of the three, replied after throwing one last glance to the girl she hated so much. “Did Renjun tell you where they were?” Yunjin asked Yizhuo who was checking her phone.

“Yes! He just replied, they are next to the stairs”. The market turned out to be a small one, only a couple of booths with food and others with games so students could compete to get prizes, nothing too special, but Yizhuo was excited since it was her first year. YN could differentiate the four guys sitting on the stairs of their school’s main door.

There were lots of things YN hated about Jaemin. In fact, one day she made a whole list, the same one she was repeating at that moment in her head.

1. He hated strawberries. YN loved them, not only the fruit, but all types of desserts with strawberry flavour or even decorations (her favourite jacket was one with strawberries).

2. He was irresponsible, to the point where it looked impossible. Out of all the years she has known him, she has never seeing him turn up on time or be organised, something she detested.

3. He got along with everyone (except her), why was he so “nice” with everyone? His behaviour always ended up annoying her, it looked so easy for him to befriend people, while she sometimes struggled. She considers herself to be friends with everyone, or at least she tries. The problem is that he doesn’t need to try, and she hates that.

4. His brother was friends with her brother, the main reason she knows him. Her younger brother and his both play football on the kid’s team from their town.

5. His smile

6. The fact that she couldn’t deny he was handsome, and she will always hate herself for this. But it was a fact, he was attractive.

7. He hated her, and YN hates not liking people. He was never nice to her.

And she also hated how good he looked that day. YN never got to see him in his uniform before. She reminded herself to add that to her list, is not like she has it written on her diary…well, perhaps she does. It’s okay, she thought, she just had to ignore him for the whole season. No one was going to ruin her last winter in high school, not even Na Jaemin.

“Hi girls, I’m so glad you came. Renjun started talking about some stupid TV show, and I was close to killing myself,” Haechan exclaimed as soon as the girls got close enough. Soon, the seven of them started walking through the booths, although no one paid attention to that.

“It’s not a stupid TV show, it’s literally the best sitcom known to earth. How come you don’t know The Office?” Renjun defended himself after greeting everyone with a big smile. “YN tell him how great it is.”

“I actually never watched it.” She smiled shyly and quickly started excusing herself as soon as she saw the disappointment in his eyes. “But I definitely will start it as soon as I get home, don’t worry.” It’s not her fault, she couldn’t dare to make anyone feel a bit bad; she hated to disappoint people, especially if they were as adorable as Renjun.

“Of course,” Jaemin replied with a mocking smile. That stupid smile. What does he even mean by that? But she decided to just ignore him and try to focus on staying warm.

“Did you forget your gloves again?” Yizhuo asked after noticing how the shortest one was trying to warm her hands, putting them in her pockets. YN felt a bit shy when everyone diverted their attention to her. She just nodded. “You always do, I will have to glue them to your hands at one point.”

“Hey, maybe over there is not as cold,” Haechan joked, referring to her height, fist bumping with Jeno, who found it funny.

“Come here, I suddenly feel the urge to touch your ugly face with my freezing hands.” She joked while trying to get closer to him. She almost tripped on the slippery floor, but one hand kept her still, Jaemin.

“Sorry, sorry, I will never do it again, ma’am. Forgive me.” Haechan jokingly begged when he saw her trying to approach. He furrowed his brows when he noticed a light blush on her face. “YN, are you red?”

“It’s because of the cold!” she tried to explain herself when she noticed Yunjin’s suspicious glance. She would never admit it, but it was definitely not because of the cold.

The group of teenagers continued engaging in some small talk and sharing everything that happened in their last weeks of classes. YN was having more fun than expected, although she couldn’t completely ignore his presence, which sometimes threw glances at her.

“By the way!” Yunjin screamed after noticing how everyone went quiet on the way home. They spent around two hours at the school until they decided it was time for them to go home and have dinner. “I heard someone in class talking about it, and I thought it could be a great idea to go to the city for two days or so!”

“It will be Yizhuo’s first Christmas here, so we have to celebrate it.” Haechan mimicked her before she even got time to repeat that same phrase. “Yeah, we know.”

“That would be a great idea, I saw that this year’s Christmas market is much better,” Renjun replied, ignoring the bickering between the two of them. All of them nodded, including YN.

“My brother lives there, and he just came back for Christmas. Maybe I can ask him if we can spend the night there,” Jeno suggested.

“Jeno, you know I love you, right?” Haechan answered after sending him a kiss. “Would everyone’s family be okay with that, though?”

“The hardest one might be YN’s mom, but we will figure it out, right YN?” Yunjin replied while looking at YN, who just raised her shoulders dubiously.

“I’m not sure about that, I still have to study.”

“Common, you will have enough time.”

“It’s not because of that; it’s because she hates the idea of being near me for more than two hours.” Jaemin suddenly spoke after being quiet for almost all the journey home. He was talking with Jeno before the topic came up.

“That’s not true, don’t say that.” Renjun tried to excuse YN before she even had time, since she was just looking at Jaemin getting pissed off. Her bad temper got worse when she saw how the corners of his mouth turned up.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t that annoying, I wouldn’t mind spending time with you.”

“I never did anything, although…” He hesitated now, smiling, knowing that he had succeeded in getting her mad. “Perhaps it is because I don’t immediately adore you like you want everyone to do?”

The group stayed silent, watching the two of them bicker, throwing glances at each other, and trying to decide if they should stop both of them. YN was about to reply until Yizhuo noticed. They had to split up.

“Well…this is where we part ways.” Each one went their own way except for Renjun, Jaemin and YN. Sadly, their houses were in the same part of the town, so the three of them were forced to stay together.

The way home wasn’t as bad as expected. Renjun and Jaemin were talking about some essays they had to do for their literature class, so YN could spend some time thinking about the things she had to do the next day. Soon, Renjun said bye since they had arrived at his house, which was on the way. As soon as both of them saw him enter his house, Jaemin looked at her with his lips pressed together.

“You never notice, right?” And then he left her there, speechless. She thought about replying and asking him what he meant, but when she woke up from the surprise, he was already changing streets.

Chapter 1: When I see your black eyes looking at me, I freeze all over

16th of December

“Good morning!” She greeted her mother and her younger brother, who were in the kitchen having breakfast. It was a Saturday morning at nine o'clock, but she wanted to use the day to get organised and study. She wanted to enter university and study medicine, and for that, she needed to try hard to get high marks.

Her brother smiled sweetly after she ruffled his hair. He just turned nine and was the cutest fluffy ball she ever knew. Her brother had always been super affectionate, partly something she and he had inherited from their parents. One day, she would be as affectionate with her partner as her parents were with each other. But her smile faded away after his brother started talking.

“Tomorrow morning, I will go with Jaesung to play football in the park, Jaemin will take us.” He spoke excitedly to her sister; YN knew he loved to tell her everything. “YN, did you know that he is super good at playing football? He's also going to take us out for hot dogs if we're good.” YN just nodded her head while she prepared a glass of strawberry milk for breakfast, trying not to show she was affected by hearing his name.

“Don't you think it's great that he is going to take the kids to do things, even on holidays? He's a wonderful kid.” Her mother told her, and she just nodded. “I am not surprised that his mother is delighted with him, maybe you can join them. This way, you spend time with your brother.”

“No, I can’t, I should study for the exams.”

“Jaemin must have to study too, just go and distract yourself for a little. You also need to enjoy your last days in high school.”

“Jaemin this, Jaemin that, why is everyone talking about him these days?” She murmured before drinking milk. “But I really can’t, maybe some other day.” She spoke louder. “By the way! My friends are talking about going to spend a couple of days in the city to see all the Christmas decorations and all. Yunjin told me that I absolutely have to go.”

“I’m not sure about that, honey.” Her mother replied, a bit worried. YN smiled internally; it was just what she wanted to hear.

“It would be the girls and a couple of guys.” Her mother was definitely not going to allow her to go, the best thing ever for her.

“Which guys?”

“Oh, some guys from the boys’ school, you know, Jeno, Haechan and Renjun.”

“Oh, so Jaemin is going too?” Her mother asked, stopping doing what she was doing.

“I suppose”

“Well, you can go, don’t worry.” YN furrowed her brows, confused.

“How come you are immediately convinced because of that? It makes no sense. “You should tell me I can’t go, mom.”

“It would be great if both of you got along.” That’s all she said for her reasoning, and she just continued with her morning routine, leaving YN more confused.

Yn: my mom said yes to the trip

Yunjin: yay, I know you are not excited

Yunjin: but we will have soo much funnn

Yunjin: and who knows

Yunjin: maybe you find your soulmate there, there’s nothing as romantic as Christmas

Yn: sure…

Yunjin: btw wanna come have lunch with me? Haechan and I are going to the place close to my house

Yn: no! have fun on your little date. I will spend the day studying for our first exam.

Yunjin: not a date lmao

Yn: yeah stay delusional

Yunjin: you are the delusional one when you say you don’t want your lips and his lips to meet

Yn: I don’t, I literally hate him

Yunjin: sure

“Sure?” She scoffed while reading the last message, what does she even mean by that. Yunjin was the delusional one. She turned off her phone and tried focusing on the notes she had in front of her, but she couldn’t help but go back to the same conversation.

17th of December

Yizhuo added you to a group chat called “It’s Christmas”

Yizhuo: we are going ice skating at 5pm! We are meeting next to the flower shop.

Haechan: I got the tickets, so everyone has no other choice but to come. Also pay me please

Haechan: my mom got mad at me for using her credit card

Yn: do any of us even know how to skate?

Jeno: Jaemin only I think, he used to take lessons

Yn: great

Jaemin: :)

“I’ll be going ice skating later at 5pm with my friends,” YN said while she was with her family eating. Her mother nodded, not surprised by the new information.

“Yeah, Jaemin told us when he came to drop your brother off,” her mother smiled. “They had so much fun, perhaps next week you can go.”

“Such a nice kid,” her father intervened. “Are you sure you aren’t interested in him?”

“Oh, not again.” YN sighed, knowing where it was going to lead. The good thing is that her mother never complained when it came to him. “What happened to not be able to get a boyfriend until I graduate from university?”

“I mean, if is Jaemin I wouldn’t mind.” She scoffed, what was with everyone these days.

“You look beautiful, but what’s with that face?” Yizhuo asked her when YN got out of her house. She went to pick her up, in fear that YN might decide not to go in the end.

“You don’t want to know,” she replied while putting on her scarf, she noticed she had forgotten her gloves again, but was too lazy to go back to pick them up. After seeing Yizhuo’s worry gaze, she immediately started talking again. “My family is acting a bit weird, but everything is okay.”

“How’s the studying going? You really shouldn’t stress too much,” Yizhuo answered, a bit worried, knowing her friend.

“I’m honestly quite okay, perhaps more okay than I should,” she honestly replied. Maybe she had been spending a lot of her time complaining that she wasn’t paying enough attention to the important things, but who knows. Both spend the ten minutes’ walk talking about some gossips they heard in class and about their plans after graduation.

“How’s Christmas at the moment?” YN asked when both of them arrived at the meeting point, they were the first ones.

“It just started, so who knows, but I’m quite excited.” She answered, smiling again and picking up her phone to message the other guys. “By the way,” while putting her phone back in her purse. “I hope you are really okay with all we are doing, seeing Jaemin all days, I mean.”

“I’ll be okay, don’t worry.”

“I never understood what you two have going on to be honest, for a long time I thought it was just you two denying what you feel for each other, but maybe I was wrong.” She said while saying hi with her hand to Renjun, Haechan and Yunjin who were just arriving.

“Jeno and Jaemin will meet us at the ice ring, Jaemin had to stop to buy something.” Yizhuo nodded, but YN was too preoccupied thinking about what Yizhuo had just said.

“Have you ever tried ice skating?” Renjun asked YN while everyone was putting on their ice skates.

“No, I never tried it,” she replied with a smile that soon faded away when Jaemin scoffed because of her answer.

“That’s a lie” Jaemin intervened, still not looking up and still focusing on tying up his skates. YN furrowed her brows. Renjun was smiling, a bit amused by the conversation taking place.

“Yeah, and how do you know?” Jaemin finally raised his head to look at her with a teasing smile.

“Your brother told me you once took him two years ago, and you did terrible,” he said, which made YN’s smile fade, why did he have to tell him? “If I don’t remember wrongly, he also said something about having to go to the hospital.” He wasn’t wrong though, she fell so terribly that she and her family had to rush to the hospital to get stitches at the back of her right ear, if you looked carefully, you could still see the mark.

“Oh, true, I sometimes forget you know each other for a long time.” Renjun joked, ignoring the side eye from YN. “Well, leave this fight for the rink, you lovers.” He replied while getting up and leaving her dumbfounded next to Jaemin.

“Common guys! You will miss Haechan falling all the time,” Yunjin screamed, catching their attention and making them enter the ice rink.

“You’ll see, I’m the best one out of all of you.” And, as soon as he said that, he fell down.

Luckily, Haechan was as bad as her, so she didn’t look that dumb. Both spent most of the time together, looking jealousy at the others, specially at Jaemin. Jeno didn’t lie, he was indeed good, YN couldn’t take her eyes away from him, enjoying it.

“C’mon YN, it is time to be brave together,” Haechan talked after an eternity of them trying to remain by their feet and YN trying to warm her hands since she forgot her gloves. He took her arm and tried to skate, dragging her, resulting in both of them falling.

Yunjin hurriedly went to pick her up, but not before slapping Haechan’s arm affectionately. After the fall, she couldn’t feel her hands any more due to the cold.

“Here,” Jaemin appeared next to her out of nowhere while handing her some gloves he had on his pocket. She looked at him confused until he furrowed his eyebrows and showed her the gloves again, making her understand what he meant.

“Oh, it’s okay,” she replied with a lower tone than she had intended to, did he notice it all the time? She felt a little embarrassed, “You can use them instead.”

“Can’t you see I have my gloves on already? Don’t be dumb and take them.” He said again while taking her hand and forcing her to grab them.

“Thank you,” she replied, trying to hide her blush. But the cute moment finished sooner than expected, Haechan showed up pushing her back to the ground, again.

That night, YN couldn’t sleep again while looking at the gloves. She tried to give them back to him after ice skating on the way home, but he just shrugged his shoulders and ignored her. It was that night when she realised something, something she would hate herself so much for. She realised that she might have been developing feelings for Jaemin for a long time. Maybe her mother was right, once again.

Chapter 2: I walk this cold street with you, as if we were lovers.

19th of December

Her worst nightmare was about to become real; it was the day of their short trip to the city. They lived in a small town of around 800 inhabitants, so, as expected, they didn’t have many things to do in there. A lot of weekends, YN and her family would go to the city closest to their home and go buy groceries or clothes.

She would never admit it, specially to Yunjin (she would spend five minutes laughing at her and saying “I told you”), but that day she tried to make herself look better. She even put on her favourite jumper with strawberries embroidered, just so Jaemin would notice. Furthermore, she was finishing brushing her hair and putting on her jacket when her mom screamed her name, asking her to go down.

“YN! Come down, a gentleman is waiting for you!” Huh? She thought, a gentleman? Renjun? But Renjun told her he was going with Yizhuo and meeting her at the train station.

“Jaemin? What are you doing here?” She asked confused when she saw him at her door with his backpack on and a big big smile.

“We are going to the city, remember?” He replied as if it was the most normal thing for him to pick her up.

“Yeah, I meant on my door, actually.” Her mother was behind, trying to spy on their conversation.

“To pick you up, c’mon,” he simply answered while maintaining his smile, probably because her mom was still looking.

“Oh Jaemin! You came to pick her up? That’s so nice of you, you’re such a gentleman.” Her mother said, interrupting both of them. Jaemin smiled even more, what a beautiful smile he had, she thought.

“Yes, I’ll get her back safe again, don’t worry,” he replied while taking her hand and getting her out of her house, her heart started beating like crazy, did it ever happen to her? Perhaps it is because she now knows what she really feels about him.

“Have fun, bye.”

YN couldn’t help but look at him confused on the way to the station. Jaemin kept quiet the whole journey, not speaking as soon as her mom closed the door, which made her feel a bit sad. But honestly, she couldn’t blame him, she kept giving him the cold shoulder for years. Wait, was she defending him?

“Did you pick me up for my mom to like you? I don’t know what type of spell you have on my family, but it worked so well.” She asked, genuinely confused, although starting to understand now what her family saw in him. “They can’t stop talking about you somehow.”

“So, you think about me all days?” Her mouth quickly fell open, wishing he didn’t notice how she was blushing.

“I never said that.” She quickly answered, flustered, making him cackle with laughter.

“But you didn’t deny it.” He answered.

“Can’t you stop fighting for five minutes?” YN asked a bit annoyed seeing how Haechan and Yunjin were bickering quite loud on the seats next to her. “I’m trying to study.”

“Why did you even bring that? This is a trip, you also have to enjoy the train ride,” Yunjin asked her while trying to suppress her smile, acting like she didn’t notice how YN acted when they had to choose seats. “Why don’t you talk with your seatmate?” Perhaps Yunjin was the one forcing Jaemin and YN to sit together, who knows.

“Why don’t you tell Haechan that thing you told me yesterday while crying?” She replied, making Yunjin lose her smile. “Something about liking…”

“Huh? Tell me what?”

“Okay, you win,” Yunjin screamed, flustered, “for now only.”

After leaving their things on the flat, it was already night, so all of them decided to go to the big Christmas market. For which, as YN could tell, Yizhuo was so excited, is not like she spent the whole journey talking about that… Which also made her studying impossible at one point.

“Omg did you see how beautiful the lights are?” Renjun asked, mesmerized by the sight, while picking up his phone to take a photo. Jeno chuckled, finding him cute.

“Yeah, we saw when you told us five minutes before,” he replied. Both of them and YN were behind the rest of the group, going more slowly since Renjun was busy appreciating the lights. “But let’s all be a bit careful, there’s a lot of people. Let’s not get lost.” YN nodded with her head while taking out the gloves she saved on her pocket and putting them on. Soon Jeno noticed surprised.

“Oh, those are the gloves Jaemin picked up for you,” he said. “I’m glad you liked them.” He replied while smiling. YN blushed, trying to hide it with her scarf.

“Gloves? YN not forgetting her gloves? And the gloves are from Jaemin,” Renjun said, forgetting about the lights when he noticed what was happening and smiling widely. “Wow, you must really like them then,” he paused while looking at Jeno with a smile, “or perhaps the person who gave them to you,” he suggested. What could YN do in this situation? Become defensive.

“What?” she screamed, getting the attention of the other group of friends and some families that were around them. After noticing, she blushed. “I don’t know what you mean,” she replied, whispering that part after, not without getting a questioning look from Jaemin and Yunjin.

The rest of the night went quite well, everyone had fun, specially Yunjin and Haechan, who kept flirting and giggling like kids (YN will tease her that night). It was when they finished eating some pancakes on one stand when she noticed they started acting weirdly, all of them.

“By the way, YN,” Jaemin suddenly appeared next to her with a teasing grin, she nodded letting him know that she was listening. “I couldn’t help but see how you are wearing gloves today,” he replied, completely grinning with a teasing smile.

“Oh, do you want them back?” she asked, totally oblivious of what he was trying to say, too busy looking at the floor (trying not to blush). “Huh?” YN said after looking around her trying to find her friends, “Jaemin, where is everyone?” Jaemin looked around, noticing that everyone suddenly disappeared, being just as confused as she was.

“No idea, they were next to me one second ago, there’s a lot of people now though.”

“Do you see them?” YN asked trying to find them between the crowd, but as he said, it was the busiest just at that time, 9pm.

“No,” he replied after he scanned the place, since he was taller than her, YN furrowed her brows confused.

“One moment they were here and suddenly all of them disappeared,” she mumbled to herself, trying to stay as close as possible to Jaemin to not get lost too. “What should we do? Yizhuo has my phone, she asked for it a moment ago.”

“Oh, I forgot my phone at the flat, so,” he said, “yeah, I guess we are alone then.” Great, she thought.

“It’s okay, let’s just finish the market and get out, maybe they are outside waiting for us,” she nodded.

“Do you want that teddy bear?” Jaemin asked teasingly while checking how YN was looking at the stand. She quickly denied it with her head. “It’s okay, I will get it for you.”

“No! Why would you?” she asked in a rush moving her hands trying to let him know that she didn’t need it, “you also gave me your gloves the other day, is okay.”

“And? I’m acting good for once” YN tried to stop him, but it was too late. “It’s okay,” but it wasn’t okay for her heart.

“It was not that bad,” she mumbled while walking to the exit holding the big teddy bear. Jaemin, who was in front of her, turned dramatically to look at her.

“Oh, am I hearing right? Is YN saying it wasn’t bad to spend time with me?” he replied while exaggerating his moves. “Who would have thought that? Crazy.”

“Hey, you are the one being annoying, it is not my fault,” she defended herself.

“Well, let’s get back home, I’ll put the GPS,” he answered while taking out his phone.

“I thought you left it at the flat?” she asked, confused.

“I didn’t? When did I say that?”

“This feels like you are trying to gaslight me, but I’ll let it pass ‘cause you bought me the teddy bear,” she answered, not completely sure and proceeding to follow him until her flat. When they arrived, all of their friends were already there, and, as soon as they saw them, they faked to be worried. One can tell because they don’t know how to act. But YN just let it pass.

20th of December

“Oh, wait, I’ll go check that part, I’m looking for my mom’s present,” YN said after all of them stopped on one shop on the way back to the station to go back home, they spent the whole morning sightseeing, and after having food, they went back to pick up their things and go pick up the train. The rest nodded, going back to look for things they needed to buy.

She stopped on the jewellery section since they had some discounts, so she could afford something for her mother. She picked up one, she found one bracelet on the silver section and was looking at it when she heard a scoff.

“You really chose the ugliest one, YN.” He kept shaking his head, disapprovingly with what she had chosen. YN rolled her eyes.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Jaemin smiled, finding her bickering cute. She went back to look at the others, putting it back. “Would this one be better?” She genuinely asked picking up another one.

“I’m more of a gold person, and I like necklaces more” he said while looking at the other things.

“Well, is for my mother, not you,” she replied while looking at other options, “she does like bracelets more, I do prefer necklaces too, to be honest.”

“This one,” he said while picking one up, one that had tiny stars and moons hanging from the bracelet, YN smiled please, her mom would like that.

“Oh, you liked it, I can tell,” he teased when he noticed how she was trying to suppress her smile. “I’ll buy you one necklace if you recognise it,” he teased again. YN shook her head, running away and going to pay, leaving Jaemin behind.

“I have a big problem,” YN announced as soon as she sat down next to the girls on the train station, the boys were busy buying some food. “I think, well, no, I’m sure I like Jaemin.”

“Yn, you have been liking him for years, do not laugh at our faces.” Yunjin said while braiding Yizhuo’s hair.

“You think so?” she genuinely asked, looking with big doe eyes at the two of them, who looked at each other and busted out laughing.

“Everyone knew, except for the two of you. At least you finally do.” Yizhuo replied with a big teasing smile. “When are you confessing, then?”

“I could ask the same about you and Haechan,” YN replied, trying to forget for a moment about what was she feeling. Yunjin busted out laughing again.

“YN, we have been dating for three days already,” she replied, YN gasped surprised.

“And why didn’t you tell me?” she asked, a bit offended; they always tell each other everything.

“I was going to, but then I decided it would be more fun to check how long it will take you to notice,” she replied, finishing Yizhuo’s hair at the same time, who just smiled at their interaction. “But turns out you were too busy ogling about Jaemin.”

“So, when’s the wedding?” Yizhuo asked.

24th of December

She spent the last four days on her room, studying and thinking. Not thinking about the exams, but about Jaemin. She was in her room getting ready for dinner. Her family always had dinner together with some of her parent’s friends on their living room, and that year wasn’t an exception. She picked up a box she had saved in her drawer and looked at it for the ninth time that day, but she put it back again where she saved it.

That night not only was her grandma going to her house, but Jaemin and his parents were also coming, her mother insisted on inviting them, and obviously they accepted. Leaving YN with no other choice but to confront her fears: Jaemin. After giving it another thought and looking at her drawer, she thought, fuck it, and took the box out, putting it on the pocket of her dress.

“YN come down! They arrived.” YN quickly went down the stairs, politely greeting everyone, trying not to fixate her sight on Jaemin, who was smiling. As soon as they arrived, everyone sat down on the table, not without getting a big hug from her grandma, literally everyone got the hug. Her brother and Jaemin’s sat down together, and YN had no other choice than to sit between Jaemin and her grandma.

“I remember when YN was a tiny girl,” her grandma started telling him, they were already almost done with dinner and Jaemin ended up becoming friends with her. “She was such a sweet girl, always wearing those big ribbons on her head.”

“She’s tiny now too,” Jaemin joked, making her grandma laugh and YN roll her eyes, but not in an annoying way.

“She is, that’s true.”

“Grandma!” she said, a bit embarrassed.

The rest of the dinner went incredibly well, and YN couldn’t help but picture Jaemin as her boyfriend, coming to spend time with her family. She was crazy, wasn’t she? She thought while mindlessly touching the pocket in her dress.

“Jaemin?” YN said when she saw Jaemin knocking on her room’s door.

“Your mother told me to come and say bye before I go, I hope I’m not intruding,” he said while looking at her room, he never got to go upstairs her house. YN shook her head.

“No, it is okay, you can come in,” YN smiled while he entered and sat next to her on her bed.

“I had fun,” he admitted with a smile, “isn’t it nice when we aren’t fighting each other? Also, your grandma is lovely, so nice.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she replied while touching again her pocket thinking whether she should do it or not, “and, yeah, she is super nice, although she enjoys teasing me I guess.”

“You’re so fun to tease, I get her,” he replied after emitting a chuckle. “I’ll go, I guess they are finishing saying bye to each other.”

“Wait, I want to give you something before you go,” she shyly said after getting a bit of courage. “It is not something too special though, but I got you something,” she added after seeing how Jaemin’s eyes lighted.

“A present?” he asked intriguing while getting closer to her and looking at the tiny box. “Oh, YN, but I didn’t get you anything,” he replied, feeling truly sorry, specially after seeing how excited she looked to open it.

“It’s okay, really,” YN was crying on the inside when Jaemin opened it, but, gladly, he immediately smiled, looking touched by the present.

“Oh, is a necklace,” he replied smiling and giving her a hug happily, YN blushed by the action.

“I know, it isn’t that crazy to be honest,” she said rambling, “and don’t think it was too expensive, believe me.”

“Don’t lie, this is actually a big present, I told you I liked them,” he answered, still looking at the necklace with a smile. “I should have bought you something, it was dumb of me.”

“No, no, Jaemin, it’s okay.”

“Maybe I can make it up to you with a date,” he suggested, smiling, YN almost died from a heart attack.

“Huh?”

“Jaemin, we are going home!” his mom screamed from downstairs.

“I gotta go, but I’ll text you,” Jaemin rambled, not before giving her a last smile and taking his necklace. Another day without sleeping, she thought to herself.

Chapter 3: I can't say anything except that I like you.

26th December

She spent all her 18th’s Christmas day thinking about Jaemin and waiting for his text. That morning she called Yunjin and Yizhuo to tell them everything about what happened, and all of them, and Haechan (who was next to Yunjin and overheard everything), started screaming. However, his message didn’t arrive until 7pm.

JM: Ynnnnn, I’m so sorryyyyy, my phone died forever

JM: had to search for my mom’s old one

JM: I’m picking you up tomorrow at 5pm ;)

“Again? Did you bring me here to laugh at me?” YN said when he smilingly gave her ice skaters. “I think everyone already saw how bad I am,” she said while putting them on without complaining.

“It’s okay,” Jaemin replied with a big smile, helping her put on her skaters. “We couldn’t do it properly last time,” he explained while helping her get up and guide her to the rink. “Also, I will teach you and I won’t leave your side.”

“I hope you won’t push me like Hyuck did,” she mindlessly joked while grabbing the rail when entering.

“Hyuck? Since when did you talk with nicknames, YN?” He asked, changing his smile for a pout, “and nothing for me.”

“Haechan uses nicknames with everyone,” she excused herself quickly.

“But you don’t,” he answered sulky, so cute, she thought. “Not that sure I want to help you now,” he replied while acting like he was leaving her alone, making her laugh.

“Jaemin, he’s dating my friend, remember?”

“Wait, they are dating?” Jaemin stopped skating and turned back to look at her.

“Oh, you didn’t notice too? I’m glad to know I wasn’t the only one,” at that moment YN thought about what Yunjin told her. “Jaem, please,” she said, trying to get him to get close and take his arm. Jaemin approached her again to take her hand with a big smile.

“That’s what I wanted to hear, my Ynnie.”

27th of December

“I’ve been thinking about making a nickname for you,” he said the next day while both were sitting on the small park next to his house eating the ice cream his mom bought for the two of them. When both of their moms discovered they went on a date, both went crazy and almost hugged each other happily. “YN is too basic; I have to use one only I can use.” YN smiled at him with curiosity while stroking his hand.

“You could be my kitty,” YN almost chocked with her ice cream when hearing his words.

“I’m leaving you here alone if you say that again,” she replied while giving him a side eye.

“Hey, I love kittens,” he excused himself while grinning. “Don’t worry, you would be my favourite kitty.”

“That’s it, have fun,”

“Sorry! Forgive me.”

1st of January

“You will do great, YN; I really think so,” he said the first day of the year when he was walking her home. Both came from meeting their friends to celebrate the new year. YN smiled brightly at him. “You’ll get the highest grades, and I will brag to the guys about my girl.”

“Your girl?” She jokingly asked, stopping in her tracks to look at him, who was smiling back.

“But isn’t that great? We complement each other better,” she said, speaking from her heart.

“I really want to kiss your pouty lips.”

“That’s-That’s really bold to say.”

“Aw, you never went speechless when we fought, I like this side more,” he said after getting her close to him and giving her a big peck on her lips.

In the middle of winter, so the hasty spring comes just for the two of us. I'll stand by your side.

#nct dream #nct dream imagines #jaemin x reader #na jaemin #jaemin #nct #christmas #au

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Hallmark Holiday Hypno

By Hypnofur

PAUL

This all happened because my wife likes the cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies. I’ve always teased her about it. She is the most sophisticated woman I know. Always at the height of fashion and class. She has an ivy league education, yet she watches this low budget, sappy silliness. It was a harmless guilty pleasure, but one I liked to tease her about.

This year, I decided to take her away to one of those overly Christmasy towns they have in the movies she loves. I figured it would be nice little get away from the stress of the holiday planning. We had the means, but shockingly, we also had a free spot in our busy calender. The location I found was in upstate New York. It was even called Holiday Hollow. I couldn’t help but wonder if it had been called Crapsburg or something before all these movies became a thing. Either way, it was smart as hell for them to take advantage of this Hallmark Movie craze.

The trip was all set up, and it was going to be perfect. However, much to my dismay, a last minute work problem required my attention in Manhattan for a few hours each day during our get away. Danielle understood of course. She is a professional as well, so she understands how these things go.

We drove up in the evening. A light snow was falling, and it looked absolutely magical amongst the thousands, actually likely millions, of sparkling white lights that were on every part of the town. There were Christmas trees everywhere, but lights also adorned every light post, railing, awning… it felt as if just about every surface in the town had been touched by the warm electric glow of the holiday. It was really a breath taking entrance, even I had to admit that.

Unfortunately, I had to drive out of the town early the next morning, to take care of business in Manhattan. When I got back to Holiday Hollow a little after 3:00, I found Danielle sitting in the conversation with a group of other people. As I got closer I noticed a salt and pepper haired guy about my age was talking to her. It almost looked like he was trying to whisper into her ear. That triggered a surge of jealousy and alarm. Danielle is a very beautiful woman, and I am always concerned about the attention she gets. I’m about ten years older than her, so I’ll admit, there are likely some insecurities there.

My wife jumped up when she saw me. "Hello Darling," she said, her French accent a bit thicker, as it often was around new people..

"How are you?." Turning to the group she said "This is my husband, Paul." She kissed me on the cheek as I got in and they all said hello. She introduced me to the two couples in the group. Then she turned to the guy who had been chatting her up and said "Niles, this is my husband. Paul, this is Niles."

"Nice to meet you," he said. "I've enjoyed talking to your wife. She's very charming."

"Yes, I know. And beautiful!" I added as I firmly shook his hand. I instantly didn’t like him.

"Yes, gorgeous," he said. "You're a lucky man."

One of the women in the group asked me about what was leading me back to the city during a vacation. We conversed for a bit until the conversation died off. I was then able to steal Danielle back.

I didn’t waste time in expressing my concern over the Niles guy.

“Please, it’s nothing” she said with an eye roll.

"Uh huh. But when I came out here the two of you seemed totally involved with each other, and kind of separate from the rest of the group. He was leaning down to talk to you, almost like he was whispering something to you.

"Come on now! Don’t be ridiculous. He works here. He is a performer." She told me.

"Really, what kind of performer?" I asked.

"Well, he is a hypnotist. That’s what he does for work. He is doing a show here at the resort."

I thought all the breath had been sucked out of my body at once.

DANIELLE

About three years ago, I found my husband’s pornograpy collection. It is every wife’s dream and nightmare. He apparently had a secret kink for hypnotism and mind control. Hypnotist, vampires, evil mind controlling comic book villains. Really silly stuff if I am being honest. I knew from some stories he had, and some chat room logs that I saw that he even fantasized about me being hypnotized.

I find that crazy, because I am pretty sure he would freak out if something like that actually happened. He is such a control freak, and a naturally jealous guy.

Since that day that I found a way into his computer, I have continued to use that snooping ability unbeknownst to him. I watch not only what he does with hypno porn, but also every other thing he looks at. I am much more savvy with computers than he, though his male ego would never let him admit that.

He knew that I loved the Hallmark Holiday movies. You can’t blame me, I am French, we also love Jerry Lewis. There is just something so magical and pure about those movies… so American. (Yes, I know they are largely Canadian). Anyway, I saw him trying to look up towns that resembled those towns to take me for a get away. Despite his flaws, he is truly very sweet and loving.

Using my secret “in” to his computer, I put some suggestions for places at the top of his search. And yes, I found one that had a hypnotist performing. It was Christmas time, and all good boys deserve a gift, do they not?

So, I had this all planned out. No, I wasn’t going to go on stage and be hypnotized for real. First of all, that is rubbish. Second of all, I am well known in New York, and I can’t have that footage popping up on Social Media. But, I figured, just being around it all would make for a romantic holiday for my hypno fetishist husband.

That evening, we were sitting in the picturesque town square looking at the beautiful, albeit over the top Christmas decorations. We had just finished dinner, and were enjoying some hot cocoa in the warm twinkle of the lights on the porch of the restaurant. The comfy love seat we were in had fur blankets so couples could sit and enjoy the Holiday view. I knew romance would be ahead of us as I caressed my husband’s upper thigh beneath the warm fur blanket with my left hand. Suddenly, Niles walked up to us and said hello.

"Hey, I don't want to interrupt anything," he said. "But are you working in the city again tomorrow, Paul?"

"Afraid so," my husband said. "Fortune 500 Board of Directors rarely get the rest the need." He added, making sure Niles knew he was important.

"That's kind of what I thought, so I was wondering if you would mind if I asked Danielle for her help tomorrow with some charity work the hotel is doing. She mentioned earlier that she spends most of her time on philanthropic efforts. .It’s an area I’m not as familiar with. Most of my hypnotism gigs are paid engagements, strict contracts, riders, etc."

As Niles explained all this, I could feel my husband's dick swelling next to my hand on his upper thigh. The thought of me with a hypnotist was certainly affecting him.

Paul kind of stuttered, "Well, um... ha, I don't know That's really up to Danielle. She can decide what she wants to do. It's not really up to me. But if that's what she wants, it's fine ... I guess it's okay with me."

"Oh, I don't know," I said. "I really have planned on doing a lot of reading. I'm just not sure if I should...."

Niles cut me off. "Danielle, we are trying to organize an event where we will raise money for the Holiday Hollow Senior Center. We are having trouble getting off the ground. I’ve offered to perform a hypno show and give the proceeds to them, but that is really all we have so far."

"Maybe, but...."

"Honey, you should go," my husband cut in. "It sounds like fun, and they could really use your expertise"

By now I could feel my husband's dick was almost erect, straining beneath his pants. He was clearly aroused by even the nearness of hypnosis. Thank goodness for the blanket covering him!

"No, I don't think so," I said. "I would have to think about it. Maybe I can get back to you."

"All right, at least that's not a No," Niles said. "Give me your cell number and I will call your phone so you have my number."

I gave him my number and promised I would get back to him.

"Okay you guys, have a good night, I can't wait for your answer," he said as he turned and walked away.

"Oh my God!" my husband said. "Talk about bold! Audacious! That guy has a lot of balls, with me here to ask you for a date! He clearly wants more than help with a charity. He wants to fuck you!"

"First, I am actually very skilled in terms of putting on fund raisers!" I said, reminding him not to downplay my value. "And let's talk about you getting an erection every time hypnosis is mentioned. This turns you on, doesn't it?” I said. I knew I needed to let the cat out of the bag a little bit.

He was shocked when I said this. He stared at me for a moment, likely racking his brain to see if he could find a way out of this admission. Finally, I could see in his eyes that he decided to come clean.

"I know it's crazy, embarrassing! Fuck, it's humiliating! But something about it, and arouses me. It has since high school.” He admitted, maybe for the first time ever out loud.

I could see the shame and vulnerability in his eyes as he told me. I smiled warmly and gave him a loving, gentle kiss on the lips. “Shhhh. It’s ok. Nothing to be ashamed of” I reassured with a whisper in his ear.

Then, I moved to change the subject a bit. “By the way, it is as if we are truly in a Hallmark movie now. I mean, can you help with the Holiday Hollow Senior Center fund raiser, can it get any more Hallmark than that?” I said with a laugh as we got up to make our way back to the inn where we were staying.

Paul laughed too. “No, I guess not”

We approached the theater where Niles was performing. The marquee read read Holiday Hollow Hypno Show, to support the Holiday Hollow Senior center. Starring Master Niles. It was all so hokey. I saw Paul looking at the sign. He was such a.. how do you say… ‘sucker for this stuff’? It was crazy, but cute. I decided to play with it a bit more.

“Actually, can you take a picture of me in front of this? We will look at this and laugh some day” I suggested as I stood in front of this wood circle type sign with a hypno spiral on it. I could see from Paul’s pants that he liked taking the picture though. I didn’t do a sexy pose or anything. That just isn’t me. I just stood there and smiled pleasantly. That seemed to be enough to turn him on like crazy though. It was almost like a secret boudoir shot, that only he saw the eroticism in. Every wife should be so lucky as to take sexy pictures for their husband without a sexy pose or sexy clothes!

We got back to the room, and I freshened up. When I came out (this time legitimately in my sexy clothes - my green satin teddy), he was clearly looking at the pictures of me in front of the spiral sign thing.

Seeing my opportunity, I really capitalized on this. “So, what is it that you like about hypnosis? The idea of a pretty young thing completely under the control of the hypnotist? Is that what you thought about? Have you ever thought of me being hypnotized?” I asked. As all of this talk was happening, we were kissing. He passionately kissed and licked and nibbled his way down my body. Then spreading me open, he ate my pussy like a man possessed. I was moaning and pulling at the sheets, pulling his face into my sex, then exploding in a violent orgasm. Suddenly, he was inside me, hammering me with his hard dick. God I love his dick! And soon he erupted, flooding me with his love juice.

We talked. We rested, had more sex and then fell asleep. In the middle of the night we were at it again. We discussed whether I should go on this charity planning session, or as Paul says, "date", with Niles.

Finally, around 7 am, I reluctantly sent Niles a text saying I would be willing to help him get the fund raiser together.

He immediately shot back with a text about how happy he was, and where to meet him that morning. As Paul left for the city, I could see he was having very mixed feelings about this. Time constraints ushered him out the door, though I wondered how he would possibly be able to concentrate on whatever meeting was calling away his attention.

When I got to the Senior Center, which was sort of the headquarters for the fundraiser, there were about five other people around. I’ll admit, I was glad to see that. Despite the fact that I had downplayed it with Paul, I could tell this guy Niles had a crush on me. It happens a lot. At the risk of being conceited, I am very attractive. Also, my accent drives American men crazy. I have had no lack of suitors, let’s leave it at that. But, I love my husband, and would never stray.

Niles was the perfect gentleman that morning though. He showed me where they were with plans. We talked strategy and ideas. The whole team was blown away with what I considered to be fairly rudimentary party planning fund raising concepts. The NYC philanthropy scene is the major leagues, so to speak. It was easy to knock their socks off in Holiday Hollow.

About three hours later, we were having a coffee break. There were now only two other people outside of Niles and I, and they were off in a different part of the space. Niles and I were having a pleasant, platonic conversation. He said he was surprised my husband didn't object to me coming along with him. I mentioned (not in full detail of course), that Paul had always been a fan of hypnosis.

Niles raised an eyebrow, and then started asking me questions about that. From his line of questioning, I could tell that he was figuring out that Paul was a hypno fetishist. I was trying to change the subject, when he just straight came out and asked me.

"Argh. This is so embarrassing!” I said with my face in my hands. That was basically an admission. “I don’t get it, but he gets really turned on talking about it."

"Well, he is not alone many, many men are really into it. It is a whole thing. Trust me. But why do you say you don’t get it?” Niles asked.

I felt a little trapped. How could I get out of this without embarrassing him. I certainly couldn’t tell him that it was all rubbish, which it is. He could see I was stumbling a little bit.

“You don’t believe in hypnosis” he said with a warm smile.

“It’s not that I just –“ I fumbled.

“Don’t worry” he interrupted graciously. “I hear that all the time. I never blame a sceptic! I know it all seems weird. See, the thing that people don’t understand is hypnosis is driven by imagination, creativity. You can likely understand that, you just gave us a master class in philanthropic creativity.” He said. I smiled at his compliment.

He continued, “Yeah, it speaks to the power of imagination, the power of that creativity. The mind’s ability to create its own reality, to relive a vivid memory, to visualize the immediate future, and to create beautiful things from nothing. Imagination is one of the most powerful tools that we have at our disposal, and it's thanks to it that we can create and experience new things.

Hypnosis uses that imagination, that power, to accomplish things that our regular consciousness can't. In the same way that an engrossing story in book, film, or television can completely capture you, move you to laughter and tears over the fate of a fictional cast, hypnosis can use your imagination to do amazing things.

When most people think of their imagination though, they focus first on the visual sense. A picture inside your head. Next comes sound. A song that gets stuck in your head. A familiar voice. Next is smell and taste together: powerful, vivid senses that can can instantly invoke long forgotten memories or gnaw at you with cravings for a favorite meal.” He told me. He was so smooth, he had clearly explained this before, I could tell he knew this speech like the back of his hand. He must have read it off the internet or something,but the way he was expressing it, it was as if it were his own thesis.

“Last of all is your sense of touch. That's because, most of the time, your mind doesn't really focus on this sense. It's always there, in the background. You can become aware of it, immediately identify the feel and texture of everything in contact with your skin, but most people don't give it much thought or imagination at all.

That makes it fertile ground for us. Because, you see, the sense of touch is the sense of your body, the way it feels. When you are excited you feel it in your chest, in your heartbeat and the butterflies of your stomach and the sweat of your hands. When you are drowsy, you can feel it in the weight of your eyes, the swaying of your head, and the heaviness of your whole body. There isn't a sense that could be better suited for hypnosis. All we need now is your imagination.

So, let's put that imagination to use. We will use symbols. Symbols are like shortcuts for the mind. You get a distinct mental image with plenty of associations and memories when you see a logo, a flag, or religious icon, even if the symbol itself is as simple as a few lines. The images come to you whether you focus on the symbol or not, taking a shortcut through your mind to make you remember and visualize. That is the beginning of their power.

You’ve seen my sign, and I know your husband took a beautiful picture of you in front of it” Niles said. I was so caught up in listening to him, that it caught me off guard. I went to say something, but he kept speaking. “So, you know that I am partial to the spiral. A single black graphic on a white background, curving in towards itself in a lazy circle, spinning, always moving towards the center. When you think of the spiral, images spring forth without any conscious thought to retrieving them. You think of how the spiral spins, even if it is laying still like in my sign. You think of staring into one yourself, remembering those times you might have done so.

You think of the way the spiral appears in the media, instantly drawing whoever looks at it into a deep trance. It were images like this that no doubt captivated Paul when he was young. He must have liked the fantasies and stories where a simple spiral was enough to erode the character's will. You think of the spiral as you go into a deep, heavy trance.

The image of the spiral is powerful, universal, which is why I used it in my promotional pieces. But it is an image. A picture in your mind. Let's make it into something else.

I want you to try something for me, Danielle. I want you to let me take your left index finger, then slowly trace an invisible spiral on your forehead.” He said to me as he gently took my left hand. His hands were warm. I knew it was unusual that he was touching my hand, but he was just so smooth, it was like he was in a rhythm. It was hard to stop that rhythm.

“Just let me use your finger to trace the spiral on your forehead and then focus on that spot, on the feel of your skin. Even after you finish and remove your finger, your skin is sensitive enough that you can still feel where your fingers touched, where the spiral was drawn. And in your mind, you can picture a spiral there, on your forehead. In your imagination, you can see that invisible but dark black spiral spin, and you can imagine it going to work, slowly draining your will.

Focus on that image, that feeling. Let the spiral sharpen, come into focus. Moving, so that one ring becomes two, two becomes three, and so on, as the spiral goes deeper and deeper, never stopping. Just looking at it is enough to hold you still, but this spiral is a part of you, in direct contact with you, and you can feel its power over you.

It relaxes you. Makes your body start to feel heavy. With every breath, you can feel the spiral's power sinking deep inside of you, spreading to your limbs. Slightly numbing you, and making you feel good, better with every breath.

And your eyes. The more power the spiral has, the more you listen to my words. Not just hearing them, but feeling them, each phrase and word, and every time the influence of my words grows stronger and stronger. You can feel my words sinking into your mind in the same way that the spiral is sinking into your body.

Your mind is growing relaxed, unfocused on everything except my words. Letting my words draw you down, deeper and deeper, towards a trance. A trance where your whole body will be completely relaxed. Where you will have a feeling of lazy anticipation, eagerly soaking up words and then effortlessly obeying.

And when you obey Danielle, it will feel so very good. Like sunlight on your skin.

Think about that now. Soaking in the sunlight. Letting it sink into your skin on a perfect day. It feels so good, you don't want to move. You can't resist staying in the light just a little longer. And the longer you stay, the better it feels, the less you think of even stopping.

And everything else just fades away. In the same way that the sun makes the light of the moon and stars fade from the sky, my words make your resistance, any distractions, slowly sink into the background, washed out and powerless.

That's right, sinking down deeper now. Your body has begun feeling so pleasantly warm. My words so enthralling. Just a little further now. Let the spiral take you a little further. Let the warm light take you a little deeper.

And on the count of ten, you will be ready. Ready to listen. Ready to obey Danielle.

One

Two

You know that you're ready. Eager to obey.

Three

Four

Sinking deeper and deeper, my words always make you sink deeper. Five

Six

And it feels so good, being so deep for me.

Seven

Eight

Just letting yourself relax with another deep breath

Nine

And ten.

Good Danielle, I now want your conscious mind to turn off…”

PAUL

When I got back from Manhattan, Danielle was not yet back in the room. That surprised me a bit, especially as the meeting had taken longer than I envisioned. Was she still with Niles? I started to get nervous, and jealous.

I called her cell, nothing. I decided to walk down to the Senior Center, where she had said she was going. Inside, I could see it was just her and Niles. Both were going over some papers or something. Nothing looked amiss, which was good. They greeted me warmly. Danielle asked how the meetings went, etc. She was acting normal. I relaxed a bit.

“How did things go here?” I asked. “Is the Senior Center going to be saved?” I asked. To be honest, I couldn’t remember if the fund raiser was to save it or just help it. Not that I even cared too much.

“It will, thanks to Danielle. She is amazing!” Niles beamed. Yup. There we go. This dude was totally into her. I didn’t like this.

“Master Niles is the amazing one!” she quickly retorted with a million watt smile. Wait, Master Niles?

“Well, we make a great team. I think the Holiday Hollow Senior Center will have the best Christmas ever!” he said, as if directly out of those cheesy movies. I was stuck on the Master Niles part though. I could tell that he could see that. He had a shit eating grin on his face.

“Alright Darling, you must be famished”, Danielle said as she went to grab her coat. Ok, looks like we were leaving, a good thing no doubt. She put her fur coat on and flipped her long blonde hair over it.

I glanced at Niles, he still had a smug look on his face as he went to the Christmas tree next to him and grabbed a candy cane off the branch. I could tell something was up as he unwrapped the plastic coating. He looked at me, but spoke to my wife as he sat down on the chair next to him and rested the candy cane on his upper thigh. “Danielle, come lick this candy cane. You will love it. Don’t stop until I tell you to.” He said calmly and firmly.

Much to my shock, my wife, my sophisticated, ivy league educated, executive wife instantly replied with “Yes Master Niles” as she knelt down next to this stranger and started going to town on the candy cane which was down by this guys crotch. I was absolutely stunned.

“Danielle, what the fuck?” I exclaimed. She paused momentarily, but didn’t stop. I couldn’t believe it.

“Good Danielle. This pleases me. Now, Paul, as you may have guessed, I did indeed hypnotize Danielle today. Incredibly deeply as a matter of fact.” The asshole told me, as my wife went to town on the candy cane protruding from his lap. “I know all about your hypnosis fetish, and don’t worry – I’ve hooked you up. Now I am going to ask you to transfer $100,000 to my account. When you have done that, I can bring your life somewhat back to normal… at least depending on which suggestions you want me to keep in place.” He said calmly.

“Bull fucking shit!” I told him. No way I was about to be blackmailed, or exploited, or whatever the fuck this was.

“Danielle, kiss me” he said. My wife, my loving wife, my faithful partner, slowly stroked her hands up his chest and mounted him in the chair as she slowly and passionately started making out with him. Her hands went up to the back of his head and played with his hair. It was incredibly sensual. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it at all. I grabbed her and pulled her off of him.

She didn’t struggle, but as soon as I let go a little bit, she started going back to him. What the fuck? He saw this and laughed. Now enraged, I grabbed a lamp off the table. I was going to beat him to death with it. He saw this too.

“Ok, ok. Danielle, go with Paul. Tell him what happened. I will be in contact with you later. Paul, I’m confident I’ll be hearing from you soon.” he laughed.

I could tell this wasn’t going to be easy. I really had no idea what I was going to do. I guess I was glad that Danielle wasn’t actively fighting me on the way out. I don’t know how I would have handled that. Instead, I was able to get her to the car. I raced back to the hotel, and brought her upstairs to our room. My mind raced, I had to think protection. I had to keep him away from her. Clearly, I needed to leave Holiday Hollow.

Danielle was just sitting on the edge of the bed. Completely content, just staring out the window. It was so fucking weird, she wasn’t looking at her phone or anything. I started packing up our things. I heard the ding her phone makes when she get a text. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket, and looked at. She immediately rose from the bed, not saying a word to me or acknowledging me. She grabbed her satin green teddy from the suitcase and went into the bathroom.

Shit! He’s controlling her from her phone! As she was slipping n the teddy, I went to her coat where she had put her phone back in her pocket. I looked at her text. It was from Master Niles (at least that is how he was now listed in her phone), it read. “Put on something sexy and come to me. I’m at the hotel across from the theater.”

I texted back, not with a plan, but out of pure fear/frustration. “Fuck you asshole.” Shit. I should have thought that through more. What if he comes here? I needed some help, just enough to let me figure out how to get out of here with her. I looked in the bathroom, Danielle was applying her make up. She came out and grabbed her fur coat and put it on. She was putting her boots on, she was really going to leave!

Her phone was still in my hand. I had an idea, I bolted out of the room and slammed the door. The inn was old, and had a noisy old ice machine that was right outside our room. I had been bitching about it the whole time, because it made ice in noisy batches throughout the night. Pulling the plug from the wall, and using all my might, I moved the ice machine in front of our room door. There is no way Danielle would be able to move that.

I knew I had a few minutes, but I also looked like a psycho. If any of the inn guests saw that I was keeping my wife locked in my room with an ice machine they’d call the cops. I had to hurry. I went down stairs to the front desk and starting handing out $100 bills. My natural tendency was to use money to help my out of jams, and this was no different. I told the bell hop, the front desk kid, and a maintenance guy that they had to keep Niles away from here at all costs until my wife and I were gone. If they could do that, I’d hook them up with more cash.

They all agreed, but the front desk kid looked nervous. I asked him what was up, he said that Niles just called our room, and he put him through to my wife. He said he was sorry and he didn’t know, blah blah blah.

I raced back up to the room. The door to our room was open, she must have tried to get out. I could now hear noises coming from the room. Still grateful there didn’t seem to be any other guests around, I slowly made my way to the ice machine barricade, not knowing what was happening. As I got closer, I could hear soft moans coming from our room. My heart rate increased along with the bulge in my pants at just the sound of her moans. I hated myself for that, but I’m a guy, and we react to female sexual noises. The door was only slightly open. Peering around the ice machine, and through the gap in the door I could see that my wife was laying on the bed still in her satin teddy and sable fur coat. She was massaging her breast with one hand as the other was down between her legs. Her fingers were slowly rubbing the her mound. She was clearly lost in some sort of hypnotic command to masturbate. Her legs began to open wider as her moans became louder. The hand between her legs was moving the length of her slit. I could see her wetness on her fingers and the look of bliss on her face as she continued rubbing herself.

I knew I should just throw her over my shoulder and into the car. But I wanted to watch just for another minute. I moved the ice machine from the door way and quietly went inside, closing the door behind me. This was so unlike Danielle. She was sophisticated, conservative. She had never masturbated while I watched. I couldn't help myself. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock. I slowly stroked its length as I watched my deeply hypnotized wife. As her one hand would squeeze her perfect breasts the other was making circular motions on her labia. Faster movements and louder moans came from her as she worked herself toward orgasm. Both hands were now feverishly working her as she spread the lips open and teased the opening of her vagina. Fingers working in unison rubbing her opening and her button as her eyes were closed in the pleasure of the moment. I got closer to her, dropping my pants as I went. At no time did she slow her assault on her pussy. Her wetness increased more and more as her fingers continued their work. I reached and touched her soft, smooth leg making her gasp while I kept stroking my cock. Reaching for her, I slowly dragged my fingers up her inner thigh lightly touching the skin stopping short of the area her fingers were still feverishly working. I could sense she was close to her orgasm. Her breathing increased and her moaning became louder. The sight of her was incredible, and knowing that it was hypnosis that brought her here was more than I could handle. I could take no more. I reached for her and squeezed her breasts pinching her nipples causing another gasp to escape her mouth. Lowering my mouth I began kissing her neck moving to her face kissing and licking as I went. I placed my mouth over hers and our tongues met. She reached for my hardness and used the soft fur of her sable coat to massage my cock. She had done that before (when I have bought her furs) and it is otherworldly levels of pleasure. Her other hand never slowed its movement on her pussy, taking her to the point of no return. Moments passed and our breathing became heavy and the sounds of love louder. I continued rubbing her breasts while she rubbed her vagina at a feverish pace with one hand and fur stroked my cock with the other. Finally we reached our limits. I let out a loud moan as I began to cum like never before spurting time and time again. I sensed her time was near. I opened my eyes to watch her body tremble as she screamed when her orgasm over took her. As she climaxed she yelled out something about being Master Niles’ hypnotized slave, and that he owned her. I’ll spare the details from there. Let’s just say I was soon transferring $100k. Within a month, I started wishing that Hallmark made Valentine’s Day movies…I craved another adventure like we had in Holiday Hollow.

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rocknrollsalad · 4 months

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💍 steddie holiday drabbles - proposal (ft. buckingham)

👰 Eddie and Steve think they're fine not getting married, who needs that piece of paper to prove anything? Maybe them a little bit.

💍 content/trigger warnings: period typical homophobia

💒 word count: 1231

Glass cases greet them long before any person does. Wrapping from display window to display window and lined with soft, gray rows glittering in what little sun the clouds allowed to squeeze through. It’s unreasonably bright for this time of year and that has to be a good omen.

Not that there needed to be omens of any kind. This was a day Steve thought would never come. A day they all convinced themselves they didn’t care about. The conformity, the thousands of dollars, and from what their friends said, a miserable day. No part of it sounded necessary.

Steve liked the way they didn’t have to hide anymore. He didn’t have a roommate, he was dating Eddie. Half the population could handle hearing that and Steve tended to surround himself with that half.

They weren’t from a very progressive state so that was the best they were going to get and they were okay with it. Not just Steve and Eddie but Chrissy and Robin stood in solidarity with them. Or they supported each other when the rally cries weren’t enough. In those moments of “weakness” where they wanted to be like everyone else.

Canada was a choice, not that far away, but it added to the show of it all. Why travel that far to get a piece of paper? Steve had committed to Eddie and Eddie to Steve. A commitment they’d both held since before they could legally drink. Never once did they stray. Saying “I do” seemed unnecessary.

The four of them looked at each other through tear-stained eyes when it became a legal thing they could do in their own state, no traveling, no domestic partnership, and said it was silly. They were thrilled for the younger generations but they didn’t need the ceremony.

The next day Chrissy and Robin were at the courthouse with the masses of other people. They didn’t even bother to invite Eddie and Steve, a random couple plucked from the line got to be their witness and they returned the favor. Which stung a little but they were so happy it was impossible to stay mad.

Still, Eddie and Steve held strong. They didn’t need a wedding or any of those trappings. They had each other and that was enough. Plus, if they were going to get married, they’d do better than standing at city hall with strangers. Not that they were going to but if they did.

If they did, they’d take Steve’s last name because nothing good ever came from being a Munson. Something Steve wanted to argue with but he was just old fashioned enough to want to keep his name. However, they were happy being the Munson-Harrington household. It had a nice ring to it. Better sounding than Eddie Harrington.

But if they did want to get married, Eddie could pick their kids up from school without a call to Steve first. One was nearly graduated, the other on their way to a driver's license, so being checked out of school by a parent was only really needed for the youngest. It was a lot of money to spend just to easily get one kid out of school for a couple of years more.

As dumb as it all sounded, Steve was raised to think marriage was important. He’d find a nice wife, get a good job, and have a few kids. The keys to happiness. And, sure, he got all of those things and more. A nice house, a loyal dog, amazing friends, fun hobbies, and they even got to travel. So his wife was a husband, somehow that felt more right. Steve was incredibly lucky so he didn’t need to get married.

He did want it. A little bit. He wanted to stand in front of all those amazing friends and cry about how much he loved Eddie, gross their kids out, and walk away from a preacher as husband and husband. For so long he had to stuff that down and be okay without but now it could happen.

And when it came out late one night, exhausted from a day of kids' sports and a dance recital, Eddie admitted he wanted it to. Even as a kid, before he’d met Steve, Eddie was sure marriage would never happen for him but meeting Steve both gave him hope and dashed it. They’d gone through a lot of changes in what they were allowed to show and who they were allowed to be, why not this one?

After decades of explaining why they’d never get married, Steve and Eddie were looking at the very real possibility of making that commitment. Or making a show of a commitment they already made.

The one thing Steve knew was he was going to do it “right”. In all the cliche ways. None of this justice of the peace stuff, that worked great for Robin, Chrissy, and so many other couples (who went on to have lavish ceremonies later…Eddie and Steve were invited to plenty) but not them. Eddie was the master of giant spectacles so they were going to put on a show.

Which was why Steve was walking slowly around so many glass cases, the third store they’d gone to, because he was going to get down on one knee and ask Eddie Munson to be his husband. And endure jokes from everyone about needing help backup.

Eddie was going to gasp and giggle and say “yes, yes! A thousand times yes!” because he was an idiot. Steve was ready. Hell, he wanted it. To watch Eddie pretend to cry and fawn over the ring. To tell him and Chrissy to go get manicures and not let him know why. More importantly, make some grand plan only to have it all go wrong. They were going to get everything!

So Steve stood there and told yet another clerk Robin wasn’t the lucky lady, she was the best man, and brace for impact. This store seemed understanding. Not just of the husbands aspect but who Steve’s future husband was. Eddie wasn’t looking for a princess cut or the biggest rock, he needed something that fit his day-to-day aesthetic.

Something between what the twenty-somethings who wished they could get married would want and what the months away from fifty-year-old man Eddie was now. It was a weird line to skirt and Robin didn’t help matters by putting the choices on and ranting about how kids today don’t know real struggles in her best Eddie voice. Apparently, it was to give Steve an idea of how it’d look on Eddie but mostly it put him at ease. This had become something major and Steve couldn’t mess it up. They were only doing this once.

When the clerk brought out a black band, lines twisting around the whole thing cut out to reveal a deep red underneath, Steve knew he’d found it. He shared a gasp with Robin and she didn’t even try this one on. They knew. They knew who it was for.

In two weeks it’d be the right size and Steve would be one step closer. Now he had to figure out how to not rush home and tell Eddie. They weren’t great with secrets, many birthdays had been ruined by this, but Steve knew he could do it.

Plus, he had to figure out how to propose.

#grammarly called this one a bit bland #but i thought it was pretty good #it's not read through though #hey everyone come see what i wrote now

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CW: this is 1000% self indulgent and is a selfship post so feel free to skip over it if it's not your cup of tea or you just don't care about my selfship. Also it's about Mother's Day so if that's a sensitive subject for you, it's okay to pass this one by for that reason as well. And it mentions pregnancy but it's really sort of brief little mentions. (In fact I really don't expect most people to read my selfship stuff anyway but here we are.)

Reiner was not going to let Mother’s Day pass (although I was heavily pregnant at the time) without us celebrating for the first time. He had jokingly bought me bouquets before this saying that I was a mom to our cat, the stray that had followed Reiner home one too many times, but this time was different. This year I was on the precipice of being a mother to our first child and there was no way Reiner Braun was going to let the holiday pass without making a fuss over me.

It didn’t matter how much I protested about it. We were going to celebrate. The day started with a delivery from the local florist. The bouquet wasn’t as large as some of the arrangements Reiner had brought home for me but it was still beautiful and he pointed out that he picked out every type of flower that went into it. He had read some things online about the language of flowers so he picked each flower out for its meaning. And then he told me that wasn’t going to be the last gift I received that day.

We took his mother out for brunch a bit later that day and gave her a nice little gift. Much to Reiner’s chagrin, Karina talked incessantly about when she was pregnant with Reiner but she did throw in the occasional jab towards me, something her son didn’t miss. More than once he had to remind his mother that she was going a little too far and on the ride home, he apologized more times than I could count but he promised that the rest of the day was going to be special. I didn’t mind because I knew his mother didn’t hate me. She just thought that Reiner and I were moving “too fast” and she blamed me for it. (It was something she would get over at least.)

That afternoon he and I had a video chat with my mom, which went really well. She offered some advice about the coming baby and embarrassed me by showing off some of my baby pictures and telling Reiner silly stories about me when I was younger. Reiner, of course, loved it and would ask him to tell her more while I sat there blushing and trying to hide my face as she told each story. My mom even happily showed off the flowers that Reiner had made sure to send her (which I didn’t know about), thanking us both.

When he said there was more, I scolded him but honestly I didn’t hate the idea of being spoiled a little bit. And that was exactly what Reiner did. The next gift he gave me was a charm bracelet that had only a couple of charms on it at that point, telling me that he would get me a new charm every Mother’s Day to add to it. He doted on me pretty consistently as well, rubbing my feet and letting me pick whatever shows or movies I wanted to watch. He wouldn’t let me lift a finger if he could help it, gathering snacks for us and then announcing that he would be making dinner. After we ate, he made sure to set up the bathroom so I could soak in the tub in candlelight while he cleaned up the kitchen.

After the bath, he offered to rub my back which I accepted almost immediately. Before we made it to the bedroom, however, Reiner made sure we stopped at the nursery so he could show me that it was put together exactly how we had talked about doing it, complete with a comfortable looking rocking chair that I hadn’t known he had gotten (my last Mother’s Day gift for the day). We then curled up in bed and he rubbed my lower back, making sure I was comfortable. Even though it was still fairly early, we stayed in bed the rest of the day.

We spent most of the time talking, with both of us admitting some of our fears about becoming parents but both of us reassuring the other that we could more than handle the coming challenges. He also didn’t keep his hands to himself the whole time although most of the touches were fairly innocent (Reiner was still convinced he could hurt me or the baby if we did “too much” in his words) but we did spend more time making out than we had in awhile. Eventually I fell asleep in his arms while he pressed soft kisses along my shoulder, keeping my back firmly pressed against his chest while he whispered promises of my next Mother’s Day being even better than this one.

#tessie selfships #tessie x reiner #reiner selfship imagines #reiner braun selfship imagines #reiner braun selfship #cw pregnancy #cw mother's day

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Xavier: Renegade Angel #13: “Free Range Manibalism” | March 13, 2009 - 12:15AM | S02E05

I’m sorry, but this one is simply too crazy. Xavier finds a restaurant that very snobbishly turns their noses up at his offer of meat. The meat in question is splattered stuff from roads. He is accused of being a bathroom user, and truly, he is. So, they throw him out and he encounters two bums, whom he convinces to pose as pigs so he can offer them to the restaurant. The restaurant’s whole deal is that they pamper their livestock until they pass away from natural causes. Then, and only then, are they turned into a nice meal.

From there it goes off into a direction that I’m not even that sure I can adequately summarize. So, I won’t. Like, no, really, the episode was great, and I laughed at it a bunch, but I genuinely felt like I missed a key word or something that would have explained, sorta, what was going on.

The honest truth is, sometimes I just don’t want to write about Xavier. That’s because the show is just one incredible joke after the next, and I tend not to enjoy write-ups where all I do is list jokes I like. Here’s some I wrote down, to shut you up: Xavier’s belabored pun of “Heil-er Meatler”. The part where he distracts the sporting goods store (to steal footballs from, so he can sew up new pigskin for the hobos) by getting them to chant “sports” over and over. “Spreading like a mother’s legs on free peanut butter day”. There’s like, way more insane wordplay in this episode than most others, I think.

This is a wild one, and I probably should have watched it twice before covering it here. Oh well! Merry Christmas, everyone!

MAIL BAG

I definitely took a couple days off so I could use the above screenshot on Christmas Day, and no other reason. Time to shine a spotlight on the man of the hour, Mr. Ho-Ho-Ho himself, Santa Claus:

I don’t think you’re nuts! By the time Delocated season 1 started airing, 30 Rock already had appearances from faces familiar to Late Night w Conan fans, like Brian Stack, Brian McCann, Andy Richter, ofc Jack McBrayer, Conan. i wondered too if they hoped to get those Conan fans who gave 30 Rock a chance bc of those cameos. Good theory!

Hey, thanks for that. 30 Rock was definitely a movement, and it's something we could all get behind.

hey man i dunno who told you that SH*T about robot chciken being canceled but creator-whos-not-seth-green just said in a interview two weeks back that its still going so get your hopes down

The funniest case scenario is that Seth Green is too mad about his monkies that he refuses to do the show, and they try to continue without him. He was probably running around the writers room doing nut taps and throwing Nickelodeon Gak on people so they couldn't write funny sketches ever. Maybe this made-up thing that I'm making up right now is just what the show needs.

Tommy Wiseau is an absolute nut job. Mike Lazzo was playing with matches letting that guy in the adult swim ecosystem. Wish he got burned, boyo.

True that!!! Tommy Wiseau is not "WISE" at all... he is a menace

If Santa could put on piece of Adult Swim swag in your holiday stocking this year what would you want it to be?

A new Space Ghost Volume 5 DVD. The second disc on my copy stopped working. I can't even sell it on eBay anymore! WAAAH! Also, the actual plastic case it came in got extremely brittle and it caved in when I tried to open it last time. It's just all the way fucked. I have a digital backup of it, at least. But, I prefer tactile sensations, and the crackle of the vinyl record.

Santa has just left my house. He left 10 presents and ate all four cookies we left him. I was telling my dog who sleeps in my room how great a deal that was. 10 presents for four cookies? My dog didn't seem to care but enjoyed all the attention he was getting. Welp, back to bed.

I'm glad Santa came. I have a question about dog ownership for you: do you have a dog door and do you ever go through it for fun? I feel like if I had a dog and a dog door I would be going in and out of that thing constantly.

If you got bit by the Santa Claus bug, what would you do? Merry Christmas from LA

Hey, thanks, cool to hear about the move. If I was bit by the Santa bug, I would be in heaven, and I hope that answers all of the Christmas Day questions for AdultSwim.Com (my blog).

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #xavier renegade angel

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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (party thirty four)

Summary: Now that they're together, Conductor and Grooves are slowly settling in with their love for one another. Both have strong feelings for one another but don't always know how to express it.

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Author's notes: Okay, just before we go into the proper holiday special, we are taking some time out for shenanigans. And friendship. And ghosts. You know, the most likely trio of things! Enjoy.

“See you guys at New Year's!” Snatcher cheered.

“See you later,” Grooves replied before shutting the door.

Empress let out a low growl towards her phone as both of them headed down the stairs.

“What's wrong?”

“Some people didn't leave the other day. And now they're claiming the studio is haunted. The studio crew group chat is blowing up,” Empress explained. “You don't think you could-”

The cat waved her paws around in the air and made a ghoul-like ‘oooooh’.

“Sure, I've got time to kill.”

“Tell us again what happened,” Empress said, arms crossed over her chest.

Owlice, Cody and Pinguini sat on a bench in front of the two of them.

“Well, all the lights went out in the owl side of the studio. Then we heard singing coming from one of the practice rooms. And after we left, the door wouldn't open again,” Pinguini repeated.

“The penguin side is fine though,” Cody added.

"I was going to continue working on the directors’ costumes but I can't get back in,” Owlice complained.

“Alright, I'll go check it out. Sounds like a lost spirit just having a few laughs. Or a newly deceased,” Snatcher agreed, taking off his hoodie and passing it to Empress.

“Don't do anything stupid,” she said, eyeing him.

To anyone else, it would be a cold statement accompanied by a glare.

But he could see through that facade.

To him, it was a worried friend who cared more than she wanted to show.

“No more stupid than absorbing an entire curse,” Snatcher promised, walking up to the door. “This one, right?”

“Yeah, it won't open.”

Snatcher took a deep breath as he placed one hand on the door.

Frost spread across it and through the cracks, before entirely wrenching the door off its hinges.

“That's new. Should've been shadows,” he muttered.

“Everything good?” Empress questioned.

He shot her a quick grin over one shoulder.

“Yeah. Just stay here.”

Snatcher held his hand up, a blue flame floating just above his palm as he walked along the dark hallway.

Sure enough, singing drifted down the hall towards him.

Slowly, he pieced together words.

Lyrics.

A love song, perhaps.

From a musical?

Something about an angel of music?

Snatcher pushed open a door, looking at the spirit who abruptly went quiet.

“An owl.”

“Yes..?” The spirit stepped towards him, her wings moving to rest at her sides. “You can see me?”

“Yeah, I'm dead too.” Snatcher shrugged, extinguishing the flame in his hand. “Why are you haunting the studio?”

“Oh, I was looking for my husband. I've been looking after my little girl for a long time now but I saw him the other week. So I thought I'd check up on how his latest movie is going,” the owl explained.

“He gets in over his head a lot. But he's made a friend or two again now, which is nice. I hope he's okay.”

Snatcher sat down cross-legged on the floor, looking intently at the owl.

She copied his motion, sitting down about a foot away from him. “Anyway, you said you were dead too? I'm sorry. It's terribly lonely.”

“No, it's- it's not that lonely. I'm sort of a- a special kind of ghost? Yeah, I guess. Living people can still see me.”

“That must be nice.”

“Yeah, I've got a couple friends…” he trailed off, watching the owl again. “Have we met before? I swear I recognise you from somewhere.”

“No, I think I'd remember if we'd met,” she laughed. “You must think I'm rude though, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Scarlett.”

Empress picked up a framed picture on the table beside the sofa, holding it out to Snatcher.

“That was us. Me, Claw, Trisha, and Scarlett. The 'Steel Rose' gang. I did management for their band,” she explained quietly. “Trisha made it big after the band split up. Claw worked for me when I started the Nyakuza. And Scarlett…”

She broke off with a shaky exhale.

“Scarlett was happy while she was alive.”

“I'm sorry.”

He rested his head on her shoulder.

“Don't be. I mean, I miss her. Everyone who knew her does. I looked after her kid. Well, not really. More like I kept an eye on her. Her dad wasn't in the right headspace to give her the attention she needed.”

“Poor kid.”

“Gold medallist swimmer now.”

“Nice.”

“You know her dad.”

“What?”

“Short, angry, yellow.”

“No way.”

“Yeah.”

“You're- you're Scarlett!” Snatcher gasped.

“Um, yes…? That's what I just said,” Scarlett chuckled.

“Conductor's wife…” Snatcher murmured, still trying to wrap his head around it.

“Yup. Together till the end,” she said, smiling weakly. “I wish I hadn't been so sick. Maybe we could have finished that movie. Apparently he never released it. Only one scene was left to film but he gave up.”

“How long have you been dead?” Snatcher asked.

Scarlett shrugged. “Roxie was about six when I died so… twenty years or so now.”

“Empress misses you. So does Conductor,” Snatcher blurted.

Scarlett’s eyes welled with tears. “Empress is still alive?”

“Yeah, she isn't dying anytime soon. Not on her terms. And definitely not now that I know her.”

Snatcher failed to ignore the chill that spread down his spine as frost curled near his feet on the floor.

He frantically moved, pacing the room.

“Empress is too stubborn to die. And Conductor's happy, so you know. His, uh, friend? They're sort of a thing now,” Snatcher told her.

“Good. That's so good,” Scarlett sobbed.

Snatcher turned and looked at her, stopping in his tracks.

He sighed before hoisting her up from the floor and hugging her.

“It wasn't easy but they should be happy together. They're a nice fit for one another.”

“Thank you for telling me,” Scarlett sniffed before wriggling out his grip and floating just in front of him. “Can you pass on some messages?”

“Of course.”

“Let Empress know I'm glad she's okay. And tell Roxie I'm proud of her.”

“No message for Conductor?”

“I don't think I could put it into words.”

“Do you…want to pass on?” Snatcher asked gently. Scarlett shook her head.

“No, I want to stay here a while longer.”

“Just don't haunt the studio too much,” Snatcher advised. “You spooked some of the kids here. I say kids, they are grown ups. But they're just so little, you know?”

“I promise to try and not muck up anything in the studio again,” Scarlett responded with a laugh.

“If you decide on any more messages or that it's time to pass, come find me.”

“Thank you… what was your name?”

“Snatcher.”

“Thank you Snatcher.”

“You're welcome.”

He twirled his wrist, the flame appearing just above his palm again as he trekked back to the lobby.

"Well?! Did you deal with the ghost?!” Cody squeaked as he walked back out.

Snatcher rolled his eyes and closed his hand, flame disappearing along with it.

“It's not like she meant to cause any problems.”

Snatcher beckoned Empress to follow him and walked to the opposite side of the room from the trio.

“What?”

“Scarlett’s happy you're alive.”

Empress’ ears pricked and she darted towards the hallway.

“No- no, don't!”

The cat's paws thudded down the hallway and Snatcher mentally cursed.

He turned to the trio again. “Stay here.”

His form shifted and he floated down the hallway, serpentine body slowly moving down the dark passage.

“Empress?”

He eventually arrived back at the room from before.

Empress was crumpled on her knees, a few sniffs filling the otherwise silent room.

Snatcher twisted his body around her, weaving his body into a tight hug.

“She's gone.”

“I know.”

Empress let out a shaky exhale before sitting up straighter and leaning back against him.

“She was like the sun. Everything went around her. Everything fell to pieces without her.”

“She seemed really nice.”

“I know I'll never have her back. But if you see her again, let her know how much I miss her.”

Snatcher spotted a faintly glowing figure out the corner of his eye.

“I'm sure she knows.”

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit au #ahit moulin rouge au #snatcher #the snatcher #a hat in time snatcher #ahit snatcher #ahit empress #ahit oc #oc scarlett #oc owlice #oc cody #oc pinguini #oc roxie #moulin rouge discotrain au

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