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itsmeevie01 · 4 years

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Bio!Dad Bruce Month Day 13- Gifts

a teen was standing in an airport, the hood of his hoodie pulled up to hide his dark hair. His hands were stuffed in the pocket of his sweatpants, and he kept his eyes (really blue eyes!) fixed on his phone. When the arrival of the last flight from Paris for the night was announced, he glanced up, scanning the area. Satisfied that whoever he was looking for wasn’t yet at the baggage claim, he returned to his phone.

20 minutes later, the device binged, and his head shot up, once again scanning the area. The athletic boy’s face split into a smile when he locked eyes with a girl who was waiting near a pile of bags, looking through the ones that were spitting out. The boy made his way over and pulled the girl into a hug. After they had snagged the last of her bags (how on earth did the kid have 6???) the two made their way to the parking garage. When they neared the doors separating the warm airport, the boy pulled the girl’s hood up and made sure his was up as well before pulling the bags he had taken behind him. the tow hurried through the cold air, heads down.

As they passed a line of cars in the drop off lane, the boy’s hood got knocked off by the wind. He ducked down further, but by then, it was too late. “Timothy! Timothy Drake!” his name flew through the reports and visitors in the crowd. The boy, Tim, scowled and cut those closest to him a glare. The girl behind him sniggered at his distress before pulling her hood farther forward. As she pushed past the teen, there was a flash of blue eyes, before she was pulling him after her. As they hurried off, there were multiple flashes of cameras and questions floated through the air.

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“what that fuck did you do?” the question was punctuated by the slamming of Marinette’s door. Tim huffed as he slumped into the driver’s seat.

“I didn’t do anything though! Honestly, it’s not my fault B has been making me do the public appearances for WE!” at his sister’s suspicious look, the older teen made a face and checked to make sure she had buckled her seatbelt. S

oon, the two were speeding down the road that led to the manor, where the rest of the family was gathering.

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When they walked in, they were greeted by Alfred, who gave Tim an unimpressed look before smiling at Marinette and insisting that the two go join the family in the big sitting room. When they entered, they found everyone staring at the television, where a news story was flashing on the screen. As the Anchor continued to talk, a picture of whatever had caught the family’s interest appeared on the screen and-

“well shit, Timmy, can’t you even pretend to be low key?” Jason’s question made the other boy groan and throw himself into a chair.

“I tried, Jason. I tried. It wasn’t until we were almost to the car that someone saw us.” He glanced at the image on the TV, “at least M can’t be seen clearly. That went correctly.” Jason snorted derisively and let himself fall back into his seat.

“how long do you think before the conspiracy theories start flying?” at his question, Marinette looked up from where she was scrolling through her phone.

“oh, those have already started. Half of Twitter thinks I’m Tim’s Girlfriend.” The room erupted in laughter and the siblings moved to accommodate the teens before turning back to the news.

Bruce smiled at his children as they started to stumble down the stairs. First, Marinette had come down from her room. The 14-year-old had taken the holiday to swap out her jeans and long-sleeved tees for a pair of leggings and a long green top that settled mid-thigh. Although her clothes weren’t festive, per say, you could tell she had thought her appearance through very carefully. At this point, Bruce mused, he wouldn’t expect anything less from the budding fashion designer.

Next had come Tim, somewhere around 5 am. The teen had also changed from his Pajamas into what Bruce realized was an outfit Marinette had planned. Black joggers, black tee peeking out from under a red hoodie, and a pair of slippers that Bruce suspected were actually his.

Once the two had curled up together gripping their coffee, Dick and Jason appeared. They too had forgone the customary pjs for joggers, in Dicks case, and sweats in Jason’s. Dick was wearing a deep blue hoodie that was almost back, with…OH that must have been Marinette’s doing who else was going to make a custom hoodie for Dick that displayed his Nightwing symbol so subtly. Jason on the other hand…Marinette clearly had put less into being subtle with him. instead of a deep garnet that could blend into the bat symbol on his chest, the hoodie was a bright glaring red. On the back, in cursive, the name “Red Hoodie” had been sewn. Bruce held back a laugh of disbelief at the ease the girl had used to sneak the hoodies into the boy’s wardrobe.

While Bruce was marveling at his daughter’s creativity and sneakiness, Cass slipped in and settled next to him. she too was wearing a hoodie that Bruce now recognized as one of Marinette’s. it was black on black with white outlining the bat symbol. At his look of amusement, Cass handed him the hoodie in her hands.

It was black like hers, except much bigger and completely devoid of color. As he inspected the hoodie, Bruce found a small selection of embroidery on the bottom hem. “dad, I didn’t want to do anything huge, but this is a thank you, and a small reminder that I love you. Stay safe, Marinette Cheng-Wayne” he smiled as he ran his fingers over the stitching.

When he glanced over at Cass again, he found her playing with the embroidery on her own hoodie where it met her leggings. Before he could turn and say anything to the designer, Damien made his presence known as he entered the room. The boy scowled at everyone before he plopped down on next to Marinette, on the side opposite of Tim. Bruce shook his head as he watched his two youngest interact, Damien in a green hoodie and sweats. The hoodie wasn’t anything special, except for the red lining and yellow accents that Marinette had obviously added as a nod to his hero persona.

Alfred came in shortly after and handed out coffee and Hot Cocoa. As the siblings woke up, they moved so that the family made a semi-circle around the tree. They pulled out their phones and started checked the time, texted their friends, and generally got accustomed to the early morning.

When Alfred came back to join them, toting two giant trash bags and a camera, Dick perked up, it was time to start handing out presents. As the young adult started moving through the room, the others sorted what he was handing them when they all were given boxes in an unfamiliar paper, many of the older ones traded confused glances with each other. When the last present had been distributed, everyone turned to Damien who glanced around in confusion. “what? Do I have something on my face?” the others laughed, and Marinette bumped him with her elbow.

“its not that, little brother, you are the youngest, so you go first. You open one and everyone else will take turns after until it comes back to you!” the boy rolled his eyes at her explanation, before reaching for the paper that the rest of the family knew signifies that the gift was from Alfred.

When the youngest had opened the parcel to reveal a selection of books on drawing and wildlife, Marinette smiled at him and nodded to Dick, who had ended up next to Damien. Dick flashed her a bright smile and opened his own present form Alfred. After Dick, Jason tugged off the paper on his box. Then, Cass who turned to Bruce with a prompting tilt of her head. After Bruce had opened his bag (really, Alfred! He didn’t need any more books on raising emotionally stable children. He had done well so far, right?) he nodded to Alfred who raised a pointed eyebrow at him (about what, Bruce wasn’t sure. He hadn’t done anything yet, had he? It was barely 6 in the morning!). Tim rolled his eyes at their interaction, before ripping open his own package and letting out a yelp of happiness at the stack of books that he found waiting for him.

After that, Marinette simply giggled at the family antics and opened her gift. When Damien reached for the next present, Alfred lifted his camera to capture the smiles that were flooding the room.

Somehow, Damien had left the unfamiliar papered gift for last. When he reached for it, he tried to do a mental tally to figure out who it could be from. First they had opened Alfred’s gifts, so it couldn’t be him. then they had moved onto Bruce’s then Jason’s. After that, they had gone through Cass’s (apparently, she was a notoriously bad gift giver) and his own. Then, Damien had reached for the ones he knew came from Marinette, before deigning to opened Tim’s. if they had opened all of the family presents, then…” Alfred, why are these under the family tree?” Dick’s question broke Damien from his thoughts. “shouldn’t we wait until the Kents get here to open these?” the old Butler shook his head and gestured for the vigilante to open the box.

When Dick did as instructed, he full on squealed. “How!” at the family’s confusion, the oldest of the siblings held up a card that had been nestled inside. The small crème square read ‘Complements of MCW’. As the family processed what they were seeing, all hell broke loose. The others tore into the boxes in front of them, and all found a personalized gift, and a matching Christmas sweater. No one noticed Marinette’s small smile at the chaos surrounding her, or that though she had the Christmas sweater, she didn’t have a personalized item to go with.

No one, that is, except Tim.

so, this is LATE, because the place im staying over the weekend has crazy spotty internet and i couldnt get Word to save anything. that said, i will also be uploading day 14, so keep an eye out for that today...

#b!dbwm2020 #ml x dc #miraculous ladybug #maribat #bio!dad bruce wayne month 2020 #b!dbwm #marinette dupen chang #my writing

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smolbeandrabbles · 3 years

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Marshmallow World - Anders Harris x Reader (The Land of Steady Habits)

Holiday Fic Time! 🎅🎄

@wltz-bby @happyskywhale

GIF CREDIT: X

Author’s Note: I mean this is technically a Christmas movie anyway, right? 😉

Technically we don’t actually mention Christmas at all in this fic, but I mean... it is Festive Season related.

Honestly, this song is another google search for “songs involving Christmas candy” and like... yeah, this! Basically because my prompt from @sagitariusrising was ‘Do you really need all that candy?” (To which the answer is always yes, by the way.)

Thank you for requesting 💜💙

Disclaimer: TLoSH zip to do with me / not my gifs / not my lyrics

Premise: It’s time for the winter markets and annual light switch on in your little town, and you clearly are a homing beacon for sweet things...

Words: 2635

Warnings: sexual innuendo / sexual connotations / it’s clearly a Christmas market and stuff I just tried to take the Christmas element out of it.

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It's a marshmallow world in the winter, When the snow comes to cover the ground. It's the time for play, it's a whipped cream day, I wait for it all year round!

Those are marshmallow clouds being friendly, In the arms of the evergreen trees; And the sun is red like a pumpkin's head, It's shining so your nose won't freeze!

The world is your snowball, see how it grows, That's how it goes, whenever it snows. The world is your snowball just for a song, Get out and roll it along!

It's a yum-yummy world made for sweethearts Take a walk with your favorite girl It's a sugar date, what if spring is late In winter it's a marshmallow world The world is your snowball, see how it grows, That's how it goes, whenever it snows. The world is your snowball just for a song, Get out and roll it along!

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Today was the big annual light switch on in town, and for once there were no cars on the roads. Although that mostly had to do with the fact that instead of the main streets being open, they were covered market stalls and were bustling with people. It was known to be traditionally busy, and you’d stayed the night at Anders’ place - as he was closer - in order to get here early. Not that you did much sleeping. And you still had to set off before the sun came up because it wasn’t just your town that turned up here, and he wasn’t within walking distance of town. You had a nice secret weapon in Preston’s little apartment, which was situated centrally, near the main shopping street, and had spaces out the back. Not many in his block had cars, and he had enquired with his neighbours to secure one for the two of you. So you’d turned up to his place this morning and walked the rest of the way. Despite the lack of sleep - and you would certainly blame your boyfriend for that - you were all in very high spirits. It was chilly, but you were bundled up, and there was something about the cold today… Due to the excitement surrounding the market it just hit a little different. You expected more snow; it had already fallen pretty steadily all week and the weather seemed to suggest it would stay that way. Anders laced his fingers with yours, pulling you closer and drawing your hand into the pocket of his coat. You couldn’t help smiling, even though you weren’t looking at him, and you nudged into his arm playfully, causing him to chuckle.

Preston, who was walking in front of you, turned with a look of feigned disgust: “You two aren’t about to embarrass me again are you!?” “Oh my god, we haven’t even had breakfast and he’s started.” Anders muttered, before rolling his eyes, “No! Could you walk any slower?!” Preston scoffed, “I’m admiring the ambience. Taking in the silence before it gets too busy... Where do you wanna go for breakfast anyway? Geez, we coulda had some at mine. Woulda been cheaper.” “As if you’re paying!” You couldn’t help laughing at their bickering, some things never changed, and for that you were extremely grateful, “First off, it’s tradition-! And I’ll pay, let’s just get out of the cold for a minute…” You’d all been doing this for years - the market was a tradition in town after all - and it was never less exciting than previous iterations. For the past few years, however, you’d had the addition of your boyfriend and his son. There were a few stalls that had become staples, but there were a lot of independent ones that just kept being added to, and you always loved looking at these. A lot of your gifts had started to become more local and to your friends around the world these had become like gold dust. Each year you received multiple texts asking what it was going to be this time, and you always teased them all about it. Now you were with Anders this became even funnier - because stall hopping became a long string of gasps, before he shook his head at you, smiling, ‘Alright, who is this one perfect for!?’ Preston usually hung around with you both for about an hour or so before he graciously took his leave to wander alone. Sometimes you thought he was merely humouring you… sometimes you felt he actually wanted to hang out with you both. So whilst at breakfast you discussed what you were most looking forward to seeing, and what route you were going to take. With the market spread out over most of town you could start and finish the circuit virtually anywhere; and you liked doing different variations of your walk each year - and then revisited stalls where you’d need a little more time to think.

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Sometimes you thought Anders humoured you just as much as Preston did, because he didn’t ever do a lot of shopping here. Although you got the distinct feeling that he came down on another evening to do that - because occasionally you talked about things you liked and you ended up being gifted them. Sometimes you were surprised you hadn’t caught each other in the act, as this was something you did too. But you knew Anders would tell you otherwise; you thought that in reality he just enjoyed your company here and getting in the holiday spirit. After all, of the two of you, who was the one decorating their house to the nines? You always cackled when driving up, because you could literally see his house from blocks away; such a vibrant mass of colour down an otherwise dull street. No-one else made the effort that he did.

This year Anders had hauled you over to help him put them all up (well, Preston was supposed to help too, but he spent most of it sitting around with a beer directing you) and you were in fits of laughter for the whole day. So once the whole damn thing was finally lit up at night, you almost felt sick from how much you were laughing. His son was laughing too, but you felt for different reasons. Anders didn’t really care, he was just happy that you were both joyful, and that things were looking festive. You’d helped him decorate the rest of the house too, and tried to reign him in to being at least a little tasteful about it. “Inside or outside, not both.” “Aw, c’mon Y/N, you gotta do it properly!” “Good god, what are you planning!?” Still, in the end you thought he’d managed it. In fact one of the main reasons that Anders’ house was a little more decorated than yours was the amount of time you were spending here. You’d invited him over for a date and he’d peered around, then looked at you with a frown that said you were insane. “You call this decorating!? This is so SAD!” You were almost tempted to agree with him… As predicted, Preston eventually moved further and further away from the two of you. However, this year you didn’t just let him go, and you and Anders looked to each other with identical smirks. “OI!” Preston stopped, shoulders moving in a cringe before he twisted back to you, “...Yeah?” “Not cool enough for you or something-!?” You had always prided yourself on being the cool one, so that tease was well landed when he practically grimaced. “If you wanna leave just say something!” Anders was a little louder about it and Preston turned red. “Oh my god - guys! What did I say!” He shuffled back over, trying to calm you both down. “Just ask to go!” “C’mon I’m not 12-! I’m not even 17! I have to ask!?” You peered around him, spying a few of his friends kicking around just up the street. That’s probably where he was heading. Anders folded his arms tilting his head, “You’re still my kid.” Preston took a deep breath and sighed, “I know…” That caused your partner to smile gently, “Go on, go enjoy yourself. Just don’t be a stranger okay?” “Okay…” Preston was a little bashful, but gave Anders a hug anyway, “See ya later, dad.” Anders blinked a couple of times but returned the hug gratefully, and you caught that smile of his you knew he’d likely be wearing all day. Preston offered you a hug too, which you gratefully accepted, “Go enjoy yourself with your friends!” “Yeah!” He laughed, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do-!” You gave him a look that might suggest you didn’t know what he was talking about, before Preston gave you a wink and waved you both off. You turned to Anders’ smile and couldn’t help beaming yourself: “If you could see that look on your face.” He laughed and as he looked to you, holding his hand out for yours again, that smile widened and Anders’ blue eyes glittered; “Oh… I know!” *** If there was one theme in all your purchasing this year, it could only have been candy. The food stalls were out of this world and you’d strategically come to them all at lunchtime. Unfortunately you were both eating and buying, and your sweet tooth had taken over. You were glad this was still going to be a good walk-! But the festive candy was just too cute to pass up - and it would be rude for you not to try some, especially when offered. Anders had resisted a little at first, but now was in full swing with you. And every time one of you commented that you were stuffed and probably couldn’t eat another bite, you came across yet another stall. At this point - unsurprisingly - you were on a sugar rush and Anders was groaning and trailing you. You hadn’t made him carry anything, at least he could be grateful for that - but he was pretty sure he knew exactly what you’d be eating over the festive period. “Do you really need all that candy?” At least he said it with a laugh. You turned to him eyes wide, “Uh, yeaaah--!” He looked amused and bit his lip like he was goading you into something but, standing and staring at you laden with bags full of nothing but candy, Anders couldn’t help it: “Oh my god, seriously, are you a child?” You knew exactly what he was saying but, instead of agreeing, you folded your arms and gave him exactly what he wanted: “Says YOU!” “Me?!” Anders placed a hand to his chest, and was smiling even though he was trying to look shocked, “Whatever could you mean-!?!” “It’s the Holiday season Anders! Everyone is entitled to act like a child!” He chuckled, walking towards you, “Exactly, so why are you complaining!?” “I’m not complaining - you’re complaining!” “Mmm…” He tipped his head gently with a squint, “I can complain about your candy consumption if you can complain about my decorating.” You gasped, “Always with the decorating!” “You started it!” The two of you kept staring each other down for a minute, until you realised that you were standing in the middle of the street arguing like children. Upon which you fell into peals of laughter. Eventually you both managed to calm down, and Anders wiped his eyes, taking deep breaths of cold air to stop his voice from wavering with laughter too much. “So, uh, kiss and make up?” You giggled, thinking you might have just graduated from children to teenagers: “I think…” You took a step forward to be nearly toe to toe with him, “that would be wise!” He wound his arms around you as you leaned up into him, your lips to his as you closed your eyes. Suddenly you were glad of all that candy, because it made him taste even sweeter. An amalgamation of sugars and chocolate coated his own familiar taste and you couldn’t help but groan into the kiss. You were surprised Anders didn’t snort at you just for that; but he squeezed you to him a little tighter. You pulled back, eyes closed for a moment just to savour him, opening them again and breathing; “I think there’s sugar still on your lips, should I kiss it off?” Anders smirked as you clung on to his coat, “What, didn’t get enough of a sugar fix?” “From you?” You leant back up into him, smiling, “Hell no!” *** As the evening began to roll in, with renewed excitement in the air, the crowds were drawn further downtown to watch the lighting of the tree and the strings of lights running the length of main street and beyond. You of course had immediately spotted someone roasting marshmallows, and Anders only rolled his eyes. ‘Of course!’ Still at least they tasted good and were of the right consistency, as you pulled him through the crowds to get a good view. “Only you would be able to find another place selling sugary treats!” “I must be honed in!” You grinned. “A sugar radar. Sounds about right-!” You looked back to him with a smile, “I like sweet things. That’s why I’m with you. The radar didn’t lie-!” He couldn’t help turn a shade of pink at that, “Okay, you’ve definitely had too much!” Anders remained beside you and cuddled your body into his as you stood watching the MC do his best to warm up the crowd - for the most part everyone was in good spirits and it worked charmingly. In fact you didn’t think one person didn’t join in with yelling the count down. You’d both spotted Preston - still with his friends - and had waved over, but left him to hang with them. There was a gasp through the crowd and then a cheer as all the lights went on. You couldn’t help but also light up, feeling like a child again. There was just too much wonder and joy about this time of year not to. It always made you excited. Anders smirked, leaning into you, “Bet that’s not the only thing that gets turned on tonight…” You knew that he knew you wouldn’t be able to resist bantering back to his cheekiness: “Well, you can turn me on later.” There was a growl to his voice that proved his point: “Oh… I think I will.” You walked slowly through the streets admiring all the different collections in vibrant colours; there had been some new strings added and the town had clearly got very creative. You thought suddenly about making the trip into NYC to see all the lights there… although somehow you felt this could be better. Especially with the context. When the chill in the air began to settle in, you decided it was about time to call it a night. Finding Preston just to say goodnight and hug goodbye. Although you weren’t exactly hurrying back, despite your joking. And eventually white flakes began to fill the air. Anders paused and blinked before continuing the walk a little slower, watching it begin to stick to the ground. “Oh, what would you know, it’s snowing.” He commented, but realised you weren’t beside him anymore. You had stopped a little way down the street behind him, looking up in wonder at the sky as the flakes began to drift. He walked back to you, slipping his arms around your waist and rested his head on top of yours to watch them fall. “Snow always looks so pretty. And so soft when it’s settled...” “Not as pretty as you.” He mumbled, but smiled himself. “Okay, Mr. Smooth.” You chuckled, “I suppose you want to get me home?” He smirked, “Think that one is your prerogative. But I can certainly warm you up-” “Uh huh!” “-In the car on the way back.” You scoffed, taking his hand back in yours, although neither of you moved, “Maybe we can watch for a few more minutes…” “Then I’ll have to warm you up even more.” You could hear that smirk in his voice as you pushed your head back into his chest, and couldn’t help but smirk yourself. “I mean I really hope you do. First you gotta turn me on... like a Christmas light.” Anders scoffed, “Oh what, like that’s hard?” You bit back your immediate reaction, ‘what’s hard?’, but couldn’t help but snort; “Oh no, I’ve seen you with your own. I think you got this.” “Oh yeah.” He pulled away from you slightly to place a kiss to your neck that made you shiver, “I’m practically a pro.”

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Thank you for requestingggg--!! Thank you for reading! 💕😘

#Anders Harris #The Land of Steady Habits #Anders Hill #Holiday Fic #Linzi Writes #Linzi Writes Requests #Ben Mendelsohn #Preston Harris #ALWAYS put Preston representation in an Anders fic #because I loooove him #201 #Anya #Ahhh... the close out to the year has begun!#Thank you for making me love him again - it got a bit tense but he's back and thats nice #through no fault of his own of course

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mooncat457writing · 3 years

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Blizzard

Written for Wolfstar Holidays 2020. I hope you enjoy and thanks @remus-john-lupin for the list!

I’ve been moving so let’s pretend this is on time, cool? Cool.

Prompt: Blizzard

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December 14, 1971

“Lads, lads, lads!” James shouted as he ran through the great hall, drawing curious looks from a few older students at the nearby Ravenclaw table. He stopped and hopped into his usual seat at the Gryffindor table.

“What’s got you all…” Sirius waved his hand to reference James’ general excited demeanor.

“Classes are canceled!”

“All classes?” Remus asked, looking up from the Herbology homework he still hadn’t finished. “That seems highly unlikely.”

“Really? You don’t think that’s something Dumbledore would do?” Sirius asked, his eyebrow raised.

“More like McGonagall wouldn’t let him,” James retorted, eliciting a chuckle from Peter, who finally looked up from his Herbology homework. “But no. The snowstorm has turned into a full-on blizzard, so they had to cancel all outdoor classes. Which means...”

Peter let out a triumphant laugh and slammed his copy of 1000 Magical Herbs and Fungi shut. ”No Herbology today!”

”Exactly Petey, my boy!” James grabbed a roll off of one of the nearby magically refilling plates and ate half of it in one bite.

”So you can put that away, Remus.” Sirius nudged him in the ribs

”Just give me five minutes,” Remus protested. ”I’m nearly finished anyway.”

”Swot,” he teased, sticking his tongue out, and Remus rolled his eyes in response.

“Is he really a swot if he decided to stay up reading a muggle mystery novel instead of doing his assignment last night like us?” James countered.

“Good point. But anyway, what do we want to do with our newly free afternoon?”

“We could explore the castle?” Peter suggested. “I found a secret corridor when I got lost on the way to charms last week that smelled like chocolate, but I can’t find it again.”

“Chocolate, you say?” James asked, leaning forward on the table intently.

“A good contender. We could also play a prank on Slytherin again,” Sirius offered.

“We did that last week,” Remus said without looking up from his assignment.

“Oh, and do you have a better idea?”

Remus shut his book and plugged his ink with the stopper. “In fact, I do.”

Sirius waved an impatient hand at him. “Well, go on then.”

“Just because outside classes are canceled doesn’t mean we can’t go outside anyway, right?”

The other three boys grinned and exchanged looks.

“Snowball fight?” James asked.

“Snowball fight.” They all replied in unison.

They quickly ran up to the dorms to drop off their school bags and change into warmer clothes, then made their way outside into the first snowfall of the season. Visibility was low, but that didn’t matter much to them, especially once they started charming their snowballs to hit their targets. After an hour, the sun began to set, something that happened way too early in the winter for their tastes, especially in the Scottish Highlands. But they were soaked through to the bone, so they figured it was time to head inside anyway.

On their way back to Gryffindor Tower, Sirius hooked an arm around Remus’ shoulder and congratulated him on his brilliant idea, suggesting that they make that an annual tradition for the first snowfall of the season.

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shijiujun · 4 years

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love in the dark | 2,189 words | TangFei

It’s the second time in three years they’re in this situation — stuck in a lift and sitting close to each other on the floor as they await rescue. Tang Yi can’t bring himself to hate it, because Shao Fei is here by his side, just like he was three years ago.

(an excuse just to briefly write chaotic but competent secretary!shao fei and also a tang yi who lets shao fei take care of him without much thought, for once)

For @florbexter ‘s July collection - Out of Order and taking one of her prompts out from her list! As always, flor is a hard carry for the Trapped fandom <3

“… you really should stop having coke in the morning so often,” Tang Yi says, looking at the man seated opposite him at the dining table with obvious disapproval. “Give me that.”

The man in question looks up suspiciously, then hugs the can of coke to himself, “You said I could have anything!”

Tang Yi opens his mouth to refute him, but Shao Fei, with his wide, innocent-looking eyes, is staring at Tang Yi as if he cannot believe that the man will go back on his word.

“I know I said I would fulfil a request of yours for inking that difficult deal on my behalf, but… don’t you want something else? New interns? A new car? How about a new coffee machine for the secretary’s pantry? Or even a few more suits? The last one is a good idea. You haven’t gone for a fitting in a while and there are a few new batches of prints for the autumn collection-“

“Tang Yi, it’s just one can of coke, I’m not even drinking a bottle,” Shao Fei interrupts with a frown.

“And no, I don’t want new interns because you hate having to deal with them and I don’t want to end up babysitting them either. Why would I need a car? Wherever you go, I go. Coffee machine? You buy a new one and I give it a week before Jack and Zhao Zi have it shifted to some other floor for themselves. I’ve got all the clothes I need. You won’t deny me this guilty pleasure, right? Tang Yi! Ah Yi, Xiao Yi Yi~”

He’s not wrong on any count. As always, Tang Yi finds that in front of one Meng Shao Fei, there’s really nothing that he wouldn’t give him. However, they’ve known each other for the better part of three years, and it really doesn’t hurt to try.

How long has Shao Fei been his secretary now? Almost three years in two months, Tang Yi notes.

And to think that Tang Yi was so resistant towards the idea of having a secretary and personal assistant for years, having a huge dislike for strangers following him that closely.

Now, Tang Yi and Shao Fei spend almost every hour together — working in the same office, staying in the same house, going on holidays, and hanging out lazily on the couch on off days among other things.

“Okay, just this once,” Tang Yi acquiesces, then reaches for Shao Fei’s mouth with his hand, his thumb wiping away at the remnants of coke on his lips.

Shao Fei doesn’t pay Tang Yi’s touch any mind, almost leaning imperceptibly into it as his attention is captured by the incoming messages on his phone.

“Hmm, we’ve got to go soon, Bai-zong is arriving at the airport early and I think he’ll make his way straight to us to talk over the deal,” he says, quickly firing off some replies to the messages he’s reading. “That gives us an extra hour before lunch, which means you’ll be able to attend that mini party going on in the marketing department? It’ll be good to turn up and show that you actually care about your employees…”

“I do care about all my employees,” Tang Yi returns dryly, getting to his feet. “Did you get the gifts for Bai-zong and also Xiao Man’s farewell party?”

His secretary looks up, a little affronted at the insinuation that he’s not fully prepared, “Of course! Tang Yi, how can you doubt me-“

“Alright, just get ready,” Tang Yi smiles, touching a knuckle to Shao Fei’s cheek in mock-admonishment.

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Everyone is fond of Shao Fei, even though he’s not the type of character that most people will think of first when they look at the secretary role. Shao Fei is loud, boisterous, and sometimes even impulsive, creating trouble for Tang Yi when he’s not looking. It’s always the minor things though, like tripping over his own feet and dropping a tray of hot coffee onto his very expensive rugs once, or getting mad at a potential client for harassing Tang Yi.

Since Shao Fei assumed the role however, Tang Yi has to say there has not yet been a single misfiled document, late reply to an email or forgotten appointments. He’s also getting less complaints from his employees as a whole because Shao Fei is pretty much a guard at his door, fielding important requests from ridiculous ones. And since Shao Fei actually is a black belt in both Judo and Taekwondo, he plays the role of Tang Yi’s bodyguard from time to time if the situation calls for it.

Tang Yi remembers all of his employees’ names because this is his company, after all, but Shao Fei knows everyone. He speaks to every person they come across, and even when Ke-shu, the janitor that’s in charge of cleaning Tang Yi’s office and Shao Fei’s desk, comes in every morning to take out the trash, Shao Fei ends up chatting with him, asking after his granddaughter and if his knee is feeling better.

Shao Fei took a week off once, and it was only then Tang Yi realized just how much work he was handling.

“When are we flying to Beijing again?” asks Tang Yi, stepping into the lift.

“Next Thursday,” Shao Fei replies without even pausing. “I’ve already booked the tickets.”

It has been a while since the both of them took a break, and Tang Yi says so after some consideration, “We’ve got a bit of time this month right? Let’s extend the trip by a day or two.”

“Hmm… we could,” Shao Fei agrees carefully, his mind running through the meetings he has to reschedule if they do that. “Nothing important in the days after that inspection with the team in Beijing-“

He’s cut off when the elevator suddenly shakes with a loud scratching noise from the outside, and almost falling to the side if Tang Yi did not grab for him. The lights flicker on and off several times before the lift comes to a complete stop, and they’re plunged into darkness.

Shao Fei draws Tang Yi in unconsciously with one hand while the other pats at his pocket for his phone.

“You okay?” he asks, his hand sliding across Tang Yi’s back.

“… yeah, I’m good,” Tang Yi replies.

He tries to sound as nonchalant and steady as possible, but his voice still shakes a little. Shao Fei catches that tiny detail, and without another word, he brings the both of them to the corner of the lift next to the lift buttons and hits at the correct one to ring for help.

Tang Yi isn’t fond of enclosed spaces, and certainly not spaces that do not have light.

After communicating with the security guards in the building that he and Tang Yi are stuck in the lift, all they can do is wait for help. With that done, Shao Fei switches the flashlight on his phone on and leaves it on the floor so the entire lift is illuminated.

Looking at Tang Yi finally, Shao Fei frowns, noting how tightly wound up Tang Yi is against him. With any luck they’ll be out of here in another couple of hours, so he lowers himself and Tang Yi to the ground to sit.

“This reminds me of our first meeting,” Shao Fei chuckles, encircling Tang Yi’s waist with both arms. “We were stuck in a lift together too like this, do you remember? I can’t believe the both of us have the luck to be stuck here together, again.”

“… of course I remember,” Tang Yi exhales, letting himself lean into Shao Fei entirely and consciously forcing his fists to unclench. Then, “I really should get the lifts changed. Breaking down twice in three years?”

“That’s not too bad,” Shao Fei murmurs, resting his chin on Tang Yi’s nearest shoulder. “If we didn’t get stuck together three years ago, you wouldn’t have gotten the chance to know me and then you’d be down a secretary!”

After a short moment, Tang Yi laughs, “You mean when you nagged at me until I gave you a job?”

Shao Fei rolls his eyes, the banter on this subject familiar to him.

Now that he thinks about it, it’s a miracle and a half that they are here today, all because of a malfunctioning lift then.

The scene was almost identical to the current one. He was rushing for an interview in Shi Hai Corporation’s public relations department when the lift broke down, and it would be a few months later that Shao Fei found out why Tang Yi is so afraid of the dark and small, closet-sized spaces.

Then, however, Shao Fei began talking away to the handsome man crouched stiffly on the floor next to him, trying to distract him as much as possible, not knowing that this was the CEO of the company he was interviewing for. At the end of the whole ordeal, Tang Yi knew so much about Shao Fei that it would have been comical, if not for how much he hated the lack of light and fresh air in that metal box they used for vertical transportation.

When they finally got out, Shao Fei obviously missed his interview time by a few hours and with a soft sigh, he stuffed his printed resume into his bag and headed home instead.

Who knew that Tang Yi would give him a call himself a day later and ask if he was still in need of a job?

Half a year into his role, Shao Fei broke his arm protecting Tang Yi from an almost car accident, and Tang Yi forcibly moved him into his mansion.

He moved into Tang Yi’s house, into his bed and then into his heart and soul — and Shao Fei hasn’t left since.

“Don’t be afraid,” Shao Fei murmurs into his ear, and Tang Yi likes this even more than the previous experience he had with Shao Fei here, because today he’s being unabashedly held in Shao Fei’s arms. “You have me! Hold out just for a bit more.”

His heart aches for Tang Yi, and not for the first time, Shao Fei wonders if it’s acceptable to run to Yilan and sock Tang Yi’s foster father - from before Tang Yi found Tang Guo Dong, his adoptive father - in both the eyes and the nose for being cruel to a young, defenseless child then.

“Mnn,” Tang Yi nods in agreement, turning a little to look at Shao Fei. “I have you.”

Shao Fei’s phone finally runs out of battery less than an hour later and they sit for a while longer in absolute darkness, but the irrational fear that usually comes is absent today for some reason. Feeling the warmth of Shao Fei’s body around his and his arms hugging him so tightly, Tang Yi wonders if this is why he feels so anchored and safe.

They don’t have to wait too long for rescue. Hearing the metallic, loud clangs of equipment against the exterior of the lift, one moment they’re shrouded in darkness and the next, the door is pried open, allowing light to flood their surroundings.

Tang Yi’s eyes can barely open against the glare of the bright sunlight as his vision adjusts accordingly.

“Tang-zong! Meng-mishu! Are you both okay?” one of their staff asks, frantic as he stands behind the two firefighters trying to get them out.

“Trust the both of you to get stuck in a lift together again,” Jack is there too, and somehow that head of flaming red hair has never looked as welcoming as it does now. “The both of you okay?”

“We’re good,” Shao Fei answers next to him. Then to Tang Yi, “Tang Yi, let’s go!”

Tang Yi can only stare as Shao Fei offers his hand to him, his lovely smile so bright and his body almost glowing, bathed in the morning sunlight before Tang Yi’s eyes.

Ah, he thinks to himself, this is why.

Paying their audience no mind, Tang Yi puts his hand in Shao Fei’s, and uses the grip to tug Shao Fei in. Kissing him in front of prying eyes softly, tenderly.

“… what’s that for?” Shao Fei asks when they pull apart, his cheeks dusted with pink.

It’s not like their relationship is a secret at the company, but they’re not all that public with their affection for each other either.

“Nothing, just… I love you,” Tang Yi smiles back.

A few of their staff, including Jack, are gathered to watch them get rescued, and at the display of affection, plenty of ‘awwws’ and ‘oooohs’ go around. Jack opens his mouth to tease, as is expected of him, and Tang Yi chooses that moment to glare at him.

“Say one word and you can go without your bonus this year.”

Next to him, Shao Fei cannot help but burst out into mirthful laughter, his hand interlaced with Tang Yi’s.

Indeed, there is nothing to fear, not even the dark itself-

-as long as Shao Fei continues being his light.

Notes:

*zong from 总裁 - CEO *mishu from 秘书－ secretary

#history3: trapped #history 3: 圈套 #history3圈套 #history 3: trapped #tangfei #tang yi #meng shao fei #stuck in an elevator anyone?

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painandpleasure86 · 4 years

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I can’t live with you (but I can’t live without you) - JohnicaWeek 2020

Author’s note: This idea born in my mind since Rachel announced this special week. My real life inspo were my own parents, married since 1991 (I born in 1992). Here I portray this couple as I imagine, based in real life experience having a 67 yrs old dad and in things that I read about this couple. This will be the most realistic posible representation of them that I could write. Don’t hate me if isn’t all cuteness here, life it’s good but also bad things :/ Also sorry if it’s too cheesy! I don’t like make suffer to my characters a lot lol.

Art by @imflashqueen (instagram). She drew the second piece inspired in my story! She was my beta indeed :3 Thank you for give me some feedback! Ah, and the first one was an old collab that we did in last November!

Plus, i’m doing this just for mere entertainment ;) I just love participate in this kind of events to meet new people, practicing my skills and have fun!

Summary: The anniversary date it’s here! How will they react about this?

Pairing: Current John and Ronnie :)

Warnings: Angst, some humor, some swearing, some fluff too. Mention of death.

Word count: 2139 words, perhaps my longest fic. If not, the second one.

Prompt used: Anniversary Day

First part

January 11th. Just like another weekend, another morning. He left very early his bed, trying to not wake up her. He wants some quientness to drink his tea. He wants to forget for a moment everything. Ever that next Saturday will be 18th. Just like in 1975. A cold Saturday in that catholic church, where Freddie made a particular entrance. Remembering that made him smile, but then was so upset, because Fred were ruining the strict ceremony.

“I’ll always love you bud. Cheers for you” he said rising his almost empty cup of tea watching the sky through the windom and finishing his tea.

His eyes were shining. His smile, wide. Until…

“Morning, no?” she said near to him.

He jumpscared a bit.

“God Ron! You know that I have heart problems…” he exaggerated putting his left hand in his chest.

She laughed.

“Exaggerated as always…” she added.

“Morning, yeah!?” he said finally, letting the empty cup of tea in the nearest table.

She started to prepare her breakfast.

“Who you were talking?”

Lighting a cigarette, he said “I… just remembered something Ron.” He aspired the smoke deeply. Now the cigarette are between his index and his middle finger of his right hand.

“Something happy”. Let go to the smoke through his nose.

Her eyes focused in him and smiling widely.

“I just remembered when Freddie entered to the church with that two girls in our wedding.” He aspired the smoke again. “Hahahaha… he couldn’t did it in another way!”

Her face turned so quickly in an deceptioned expression.

“oh… that, haha.” she said meanwhile she was preparing her tea.

Letting go the smoke but now from his mouth, he smiled mischievously. He did it again.

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In the afternoon of that Saturday, the couple received a video call of their youngest offspring.

“Hiiiiii dad!! Hiiii mom!!!” he said with his habitual happiness, smiling widely.

Both parents greeted to their son.

The young continued talking.

“How you feel knowing that next Sat will be your anniversary?”

Ronnie smiled widely. “FINE!!”

But he stared at the camera and rolled his eyes, sighing. “Another year” he said kinda melancholic.

His son and his wife watched at him.

“Huh? I was honest.” But really he wasn’t real honest…

Trying to change the mood, Cameron added with a smile “Well, the fans are more excited for that than you, and you’re the one that’s married with that lady” winking an eye to his mom.

Being visible upset, the old man said: “That fans, ha! Try to be married at least 5 years and have 3 children in the meantime and after they can say if they’re happy with that life! I have enough of that fans speaking about me like the cute one, the good dad! I wasn’t one all the time for fucking god's sake!”. He raised of his chair and slammed the door of the room.

“Another time with that rant about the fans…” she said sighing and watching at her child.

“Well, let’s speak about you then mom. You have plans to the anniversary?” he said trying to make smile to the 69 years old woman.

She said “yeah. I reserved a table in Nobu for that day” and smiled shyly.

“MOOOOOOM, that restaurant it’s so famous. Every famous people will can see you with Dad there” almost shout the young man.

“It’s my intention, son.” and she smiled kinda mischievously.

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Second part

Another 18th came finally. Another year. Another cold winter day. Another time where he remembered why he did that.

He opened his eyes that morning earlier than usual. He watched at his side. She was snoring softly.

Finally he decided take his morning tea. Putting his robe and his winter flip-flops, go to the kitchen. He’s trying to not make any noise. More than ever, this morning needs that Ronnie don’t wake up at the same time than him. More than ever wants some silence and time with himself.

In the kitchen, he puts to boil some water to his tea. Meanwhile, he smokes a cigarette watching at outside through the window, still dark.

“45 damn years today. For good or bad... “ he sigh deeply meanwhile he was thinking. “Sometimes I ask myself why I did that. Sometimes I wanted to get away from this life, but for some reason i’m still here. Perhaps i’m tired of trying? I don’t know.” He aspired the smoke and let it go in a deep exhalation. “The only certainty it’s that I decided 45 years ago that beautiful slim prego lady, now an old woman, be my wife. Her…” and his thoughts were interrupted for the sound of the boiling water. “For fucking god’s sake…” he mumbled, while he turned off the fire. He prepared the tea and go to his “office” to check the internet. “Let’s see what the people say about me today… Wait. It’s early… Don’t care. I’ll be with this all day long if it’s necessary. This will be more fun than always.”

He sat at his desk with his computer, with his tea in one side. Meanwhile the PC was initializing, he was with a lot of expectative.

He sips his tea and opened the navigator. Typed the right search in the search bar. “Gosh, a lot of thing already. That people really loves me being with her”, he whispered. Clicks in the first result. And he started to laugh. “Happy 45th anniversary blahblahblah, his marriage its the proof that the love always wins” he said reading the text on that post in a social network. “Little person, it’s just the proof that I prefer be with her for a reason. Well... Six reasons. Hahahaha” he “responded”.

Another post. That one, a drawing. “Oh okay, I look cute with her, goooootcha” he said with a pinch of sarcasm.

A fic. In this he stopped to read it entirely. He almost ended his tea meanwhile. And his laugh was harder. “These little girls haves a lot of imagination. Gosh, why I’m almost always the good boy in this things? Hahahahaha”

And another, and another, and another… He passed a lot of his morning there, having fun or merely entertain himself with the posts of the fandom. More than always.

Ronnie wake up. And her husband isn’t there with her. “John… at least today…” she though resigned meanwhile she puts her robe and his flip-flops.

When she was about to down the stairs, she listened a loud laugh. “He’s in the studio”.

She knocked the door.

And he sighed. “why Ronnie?” he though. But he said “come in!”, still laughing.

“Morning Ronnie!” he said as any morning. But that one wasn't like any morning. Was the morning.

She stared at him, after close the door behind her.

“Just that?”

He rolled his eyes, sighing.

“Happy anniversary Ronnie!” and he smiled quite exaggerated. “Come here”.

She was with mixed thoughts and kinda hysterical, but she approached him. She after a few steps was at his side. He hugged her, still in that comfy chair, with funny face. She couldn’t resist to hug him too, caressing his almost bald head. “Sometimes I hate your behavior John” though Ronnie. “But anyways i think that I still like to be with you, haha”, continued in her mind, quite smiling.

He, moving his face to leave that embrace, said “Well honey, I told it. I was cute no? hahaha. Stay with me and have fun with me reading that things that under 30-years-old girls write and draw about us”.

She stepped away from him.

“John, that people are just being kind with you. A lot of people recognize you now. A whole new generation. And they’re educated greeting us for the anniversary”, she said watching at him.

He laughed. Turning his chair in her direction, he continued talking.

“Ron, that people thinks that marriage its easy, plus having 6 SIX kids to raise! Isn’t nice, it’s hard! And super stressful!”

Her face showed her nuisance.

“Ha, really you say that? You always recording or touring or in an endless holidays. I raised OUR kids ALONE a lot of time!”

He sighed so deeply. He started to need another cigarette. Now his arms are crossed.

“Really this again? Honey, stop. We fixed that already. Now i’m more at home with you and I helped a lot raising to our youngest kids”

Without thinking in the repercussion of her words, she said “Yeah, just because Freddie died before the birth of our youngest ones” and she half turned to her left, arms crossed.

He was without words. Was like a dagger in his heart. He didn’t knew how to react. A lot of mixed feelings. His hands in his face, he reclined his head.

“Veronica, get out.”

She, watching the results of her impulse, tried to fix that situation… in vain.

“But John, it wasn’t m-”

“GET. OUT.” His words were like a sharp.

She left the room, almost crying. “Well I’ll change my clothes meanwhile… and ill make my breakfast” she though in the meanwhile.

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That old wound was opened. he remembered that words about getting older together writing songs. he remembered how Freddie cheered him up to write songs, how he said once “shhhh John it’s creating”. He remembered noticed that scars. And knowing that his friend would die sooner than everyone expected. “He had a lot to give… We lost a lot of moments together for that damn disease. He was my real fuel to composing, and when he gone, my interest faded away. I just wanted to survive…” he started to think. He raise of his chair and took an old whiskey that he had over there, serve a glass of it and drank it of one sip. He lighted that necessary cigarette, now watching at the window, immersed in memories, in things that happened… He cried.

In audible voice, he said

“Fuck you Ronnie. Why you said that? Why you opened that wound again?” He sighed deeply, putting the cigarette in his mouth and aspiring the smoke. “I can’t live with you, but I can’t live without you, sadly.” Exhaled the smoke for his mouth. “Why I couldn’t leave you? I’m a masochistic? I love a lot to my offspring? In the very deep inside, I still love you? I don’t know really…” Aspired the smoke of the cigarette again, the last one. The cigarette its too short now. Throwing the cigarette to the floor, he stepped on it, turning it off. Exhaling the smoke, he continued. “You are my life, despite all the events. I give you my life. My love. My “freedom”. I married with you just having 23 years old. I REALLY loved you. Now?” He sighs deeply. “I don’t know. I just know that I don’t hate you”.

He didn’t knew that those words were listened for her, she opened silently the door minutes ago to apologize her for her words and she stared there, listening.

“John…” she said with tears in her eyes.

He turned his face enough to show her that he noticed her presence, smiling. She entered to the room running. She hugged him. “Sorry John. I- I was impulsive”.

Now watching at the window again, he said “nothing to sorry. It’s okay” and he placed his left hand over her hand that was hugging him from the back. He take that hand and kissed it. He turned to her and hugged her tightly.

“You should knocked that door first, he said, leaving the embrace.

“well, I-” started to say Ronnie, kinda scared.

“hahahaha! Relax! Now come with me and read that things that the people say about us” he said going to sit to his chair again.

“No John.” she said, shaking his head.

“Uh Ron, you’re booooooring! hahahah”

“That aren’t plans for an anniversary” she said, getting closer to him.

Watching at her eyes, he said “and go for a dinner today? We don’t usually go to dinner and you want TODAY? Oh, and I just hope that you didn’t asked to the Father of the parish to office a Mass for our anniversary! I’ll not go to the church today, and nevermore!”

She stared in silence, incapable to react. Her plans are discovered.

He watched at her, smiling mischievously. “Ha, Mrs you’re so predictable…” he thought.

She, trying to cover her real intentions, responded “Eeeeeh, no. I didn’t do that! You know me John, hehe… I’ll just cook a special meal.”

“No Ron. I’ll do that, and I promise, will not be cheese on toast” he replied smiling lightning another cigarette.

He had a surprise. But one that just he knew… And eventually Ronnie. Because something like that deserves an adequate celebration. And will be at Deacon style.

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Here’s some Syn and Canach in the coffee shop au @cousinslavellan and I have going! For the Memorable Dates prompt over at @tyrias-library.

It was almost harder than Synneva could stand to hold back her comments as she watched Laurent sigh and mope around all day. He was slower than usual with orders, to the point even she was finishing things before he was. Elina and noticed, too, which wasn’t a good sign. While Laurent was one of her favorites — he was by far the best worker the cafe had — Synneva knew the owner would only tolerate so much.

“Watch your hand, lover boy,” she said suddenly, noting that Laurent was dangerously close to spilling hot water on himself.

Laurent was startled into action, quickly setting the cup down and frowning.

“Sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry, Synneva. I’m just —”

“Day dreaming about an annoying grad student instead of working?”

Laurent flushed red and absently pushed a stray lock of hair from his face. If he’d imagined was being subtle with his fantasies Synneva thought he must be dimmer than the other lovestruck sap working behind the counter.

“You’re better off letting that fantasy go,” she went on, taking over the order Laurent was working on. “Because we’re about to close and Faren hasn’t shown up with a bundle of roses yet, has he?”

There had been plenty of people in the cafe toady with flowers and chocolates and dates — it was expected for the holiday. Valentine’s Day was a busy time for them, considering the seemingly endless supply of tooth-rooting couples the university supplied.

Laurent had only been one of the many to be distracted by the occasion. That was something Synneva knew Elina had anticipated; the cafe was closing early and allowing its employees to spend the evening as they pleased. Laurent must have been hoping all day that Faren would show up and whisk him away for the night, but with only a few minutes left until closing it didn’t seem likely.

She herself didn’t have plans, either. But unlike Laurent, that fact didn’t bother her. Her night would include a beer or two, her bathtub, and liberal use of her long fingers. She just had to make it through cleaning the cafe and walking home, thoughts of which were pulled away from her the next time the chime above the door sounded.

“We’re closed. Go away,” she said without looking up, busy gathering the last of the used mugs from behind the counter.

“Ah, the cheery welcome I’ve become so accustomed to.”

At the sound of Canach’s voice Synneva did look up. The sylvari was walking to the counter, dressed surprisingly well. He hadn’t worked today, but even still his casual clothing was nothing like what he had on now.

“Why are you so dressed up?” she asked, forgoing the cleaning she was in the middle of in favor of leaning her elbow on the counter and grinning at Canach. “Someone agree to play date with you?”

“Well I assumed you didn’t have a date tonight,” he said, matching her expression with a smirk of his own. “And I happened to charm my way into a dinner reservation for two nearby.”

Synneva let the underhanded remark go without acknowledging it. He wasn’t wrong. Ever since the two of them had started hooking up she hadn’t felt the need to bother with dates; the occasional frantic break or drawn out night with Canach was enough.

“You mean we’re going out?” Synneva cocked her head to the side as she looked down at Canach. “And here I thought you only knew how to take me back to your apartment and fuck me against that fancy side table of yours.”

“Such language,” he said with a soft click of his tongue. If her words had any effect on him it didn’t show, and he merely shrugged and moved to turn away. “I do have the capability to provide an engaging date, despite what you think. But if you’d rather sit alone at home, who am I to stop you.”

Synneva sighed and pushed away from the counter. While Canach’s invitation was unorthodox compared to how their relationship had functioned so far, it was tempting. If only to show him that she, too, could be a more than engaging date.

“I’ll go,” she said, and was met with a distractingly attractive look from Canach at her acceptance. “But I’m changing first. I’ll meet you there.”

An hour later Synneva was freshly showered and dressed. She might have kept Canach waiting longer than she’d said, but by her standards it was worth it. If he was going to dress nice for their impromptu date she was going to do the same.

She met him at the restaurant, where he was standing by the door with his arms crossed. She caught his attention and walked over, not failing to notice the way his eyes trailed over her body and how the tight black dress she’d put on clung to it. His gaze halted at her feet before he looked up at her with raised brows.

“Were the heels really necessary?”

“Yes,” Synneva laughed, having received the response she’d expected. She already towered over Canach without the extra few inches, but she couldn’t resist adding to it tonight. From where she stood now Canach’s head rested right below her chest, and she had a feeling he wouldn’t be minding the view later on.

“They suit you,” Canach added, and finally uncrossed his arms to offer one to her. “You look stunning.”

Synneva paused, the compliment pricking at her skin. She felt the heat in her face threaten to rise; it wasn’t like Canach to say something like that without the addition of some piece of snark or tease. Trying to shake away the sudden flutter in her chest, she reached out and slid her arm through Canach’s.

“Oh, are you giving out compliments now?”

“And why wouldn’t I be?” Arm in arm, he started to lead Synneva into the restaurant. Lifting his chin up to see her face better, he smiled slowly. “This is date, Synneva. Expect more.”

Canach’s comment proved true throughout dinner. He was more open with his words than at work, or even during the nights they had spent together. Conversation flowed freely, full of laughter and teasing and only a little arguing. As Synneva sat across from him, she felt herself drawn closer in every passing moment. This was a new side to Canach she had only caught glimpses of before, and in turn she felt herself open up just the same.

Time passed too quickly, and before Synneva knew it Canach was walking her back to her apartment. They stopped at the steps, lingering and hesitating unlike any of the times before. Her eyes lingered too, tracing Canach’s lips and before moving back to the rest of him. He must have noticed, or else was doing the same, because he took a few steps up towards the door, putting him almost face to face with her.

“Do you mind taking those damn things off for a moment?” he asked, motioning down to Synneva’s feet.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” she answered with a low chuckle, and bent one leg at a time at the knee to pull off her heels. The sidewalk was cold beneath her thin tights, but right now she had other things to focus on, as Canach leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

She felt his hand hold her cheek, drawing her close, and the prickles of his skin against hers. It was familiar by now, but tonight somehow different. She welcomed the change, and wrapped her arms around him, her hands grasping his shoulder blades.

The kiss lasted for a moment, and when she pulled away Synneva’s breath was short. She smiled at Canach, lips slightly parted and eyes quickly filling with desire. Slipping her shoes back on, she headed to the door and began to unlock it.

When she pushed it open she expected him to be behind her, but Canach was still standing firmly on the second step.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“I think not tonight,” he said slowly, like the effort of declining was more than he’d planned. “I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

A part of Synneva’s heart dropped at Canach’s statement. It shouldn’t have affect her so much — Canach was just…Canach. But after tonight she couldn’t stop the burn in her chest when she thought what he might say next.

“And what idea is that?” she asked, hating the way her voice sounded so defensive already. Like she had already built up the parts of the wall around her that had been lowered over the last few hours.

“That I want to continue this casual thing we have,” Canach replied. Before Synneva could interrupt, he waved his hand towards her, both casual and deliberate. “I want more. Of this”

He ascended the remaining steps, then looked up at Synneva, eyes clear and focused.

“Of you.”

Synneva stood, waiting for the sudden shift of emotions that had just whirled through her to calm. When she was certain her heart couldn’t skip and stutter her words she leaned forward and curled her lips into a teasing smile.

“Why Canach, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“In so many words, yes,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Though that gloating tone in your voice might make me reconsider.”

Synneva bent at the waist, lowering her lips to Canach’s. She kissed him again, lifting away enough to mumble a single word.

“Don’t.”

#oc: synneva #oc: laurent #canach #my writing #choya coffee au

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blizzardfluffykpop · 4 years

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Mechanic Shop

Summary: Best friend’s little brother, it really be like that, huh? Mechanics amirite?

Oneshot

Kai X Reader

Requested by @astarlightmonbebe btw

Prompt: 18. Breaking down on Christmas eve and a cute and the only mechanic in town fixes your car

A/n: I’m sorry these have been taking so long, finals are coming up I’ll try to fly through the rest of the requests!

If I had known my old Betsy was going to not start today I would have driven all 8 hours to the place. But no, I rented a hotel for the night because I was tired, and there are no rest stops on country roads. Looks like I’m not coming home for Christmas, I rush back in and see the hotel clerk and ask her where the nearest mechanic is, and if he’s open today. “Well, I’d have to check, I don’t know if he is on holiday or not…” She smiles at me, and promises to call, “He’s there sweetie, I hope your car gets fixed!” Which leads to me asking if someone could help push it. A burly guy, and a father-daughter duo. Pushing as I push from the front steering the poor ol’ lass. Which at this point, I’m just glad it’s three shops away.

When we reach the shop, I thank them all offering them twenty, as a Christmas gift for all the help they did. They accepted after I haggled with the burly guy who kept stating he was just being kind. I wouldn't back down after they helped push ol’ Betsy, the least I could do was give them money. He sighed, “You’re too sweet kiddo, I hope you get home for Christmas.” I laugh and wish them a happy holiday, and they were off. I walk into the shop looking for the owner, he waves at me, “Hi, how can I help you today?” my heart drops, I didn’t expect him to be good looking, we’re here about ol’ Betsy nothing else, he looks kind of familiar though…

I shake the thoughts out of my head and tell him about my car, “Oh um… I think my car’s starter went out,... but all I know is it won’t turn over.” Looking down trying to remember who he was, when I look up at him again, I realize, “Kai??” He smiles at me, “(Y/n)?” “You started your own mechanic shop? I’m so proud of you!” He laughs at me and comes around the counter and gives me a big ol’ hug. I chuckle squeezing him back. “Do you still live with my family?” He shakes his head, “Moved out my parents are proud of me as well as your family is” I mess up his hair, “I haven’t seen you in years,” “Well, you don’t come home for the holidays anymore” I pout, “I work nearly 24/7 and I was making my way up here, it’s an 8 hour drive!” He laughs, “You moved to the big city, I know your brother told me so,...” He trails off, “You could visit me though, I’m closer” “Six hours is still not a bargain.”

He shrugs, “So you said your car’s starter isn’t going. Don’t tell me you still own that old hand me down…” I look down at the floor before I look him in the eyes, “Don’t make fun of ol’ Betsy she gets around and turns real tight” He smirks, “Is it because you still struggle with parking?” I glare, “I guess I’ll just use the present I bought you” He shoves me playfully, “I’m just kidding” “Chanyeol!!” He yells for him and a tall man comes out of a mini office, “Yes, Kai?” “Pull ol’ Betsy onto the lift, will you?” He rolls his eyes and hooks up ol’ Betsy to the winch and pulled her onto the lift.

“Did my father encourage you?” He nods, “Yeah, he pitched in on the money for the shop too!” I grin, “He’s something else isn’t he?” He laughs, “Yeah, but that’s why we love him. Are you finally doing what you love” I nod happily, “Yeah, it’s an absolute dream, I get to wake up and write every day.” He ruffles my hair, “That’s my girl” I blush, and before he can continue, Chanyeol lets out a loud, "Kai! Quit flirting!" He sighs, "I may own the shop, but doesn't mean I run it" I laugh and Chanyeol tells me they're going to check over the starter and flywheel. While I sit back and relax in the shop for a while. I guess I should probably explain how I know Kai, he is my little brother's best friend. While he is my brother’s best friend he has always been there for me. He never let me go to bed crying even if it was a fight with my brother. He’s our mediator, and he’s kind of cute too. During the school year, he would stay at our house because of his parent’s business trips and on the breaks he would go with them. His parents are usually out and about living the business daydream, while we took him in. After all, Kai’s parents were close to mine, to begin with, but no matter what we would end up spending Christmas together. The past five years that I have been in the city pursuing my dream it seems Kai has too.

Chanyeol comes in and gestures for me to follow him out, "Okay so we have your starter out and it is completely fried." Chanyeol tells me softly, breaking the news to me, "Oh" is all I can say, "But!! Lucky for you we have your exact make and model for your car!" Kai says with a sweet tone, "How much will it be?" I say solemnly, "Altogether it's gonna be about 280, but you can pay me in increments if you want?" I didn't intend for my sigh of relief to be that big but it was. Both of them laughed, "Can I pay you forty now?" Kai nods and takes my forty and runs it through his cash register. He comes back with a receipt, "We'll have it done in an hour" Chanyeol says with a big smile.

When they finish Kai comes out wiping his face with a rag, and he tells me my car is all ready to go. "Are you coming over for the holidays, Kai?" He smiles, "I'll be a little late this year seeing as I'm open on Christmas for three hours because Jay needs his transmission replaced and he is paying me extra so I said I'd do it." I nod, "You remind me of my dad." I say with a smile, "Your brother says that too" He grins at me, and I walk to my car, only two hours to go and after this weekend I have an 8 hour drive back home.

I arrive and I'm swaddled with hugs, "Hey, Kai is gonna be a little late-" I try to tell my little brother, "How do you know that?" I sigh, "Ol' betsy's starter went out so that's why I'm late. I didn't know he had a mechanic shop." My brother rolls his eyes, "Because you haven't been home in a while" I roll my eyes back, "I don't live with my parents" I tell him in a mocking tone, "But who's making more?" My mother glares, "You both are doing what you love, now quit it or you won't get any Christmas presents.” She smiles fondly at me, “We're so glad to have you back home, sweetie!" My brother laughs and we shrug it off before doing our handshake and going to bed.

I wake up to my brother shaking me, "I will pour water all over you and tell Kai you peed yourself" I squint my eyes, "Why are you acting like I care?" He smirks at me, and grabs my water from my bedside table, "You do it and I swear I will show your girlfriend your baby pictures" "You don't even know where they are!" I smirk back at him, "What makes you so sure that Mom didn't give me a copy?" His mouth drops and he carefully puts the glass down and helps me up. "Why are you set on me liking Kai?" I ask earnestly, "Eh, no reason" he shrugs and goes down the stairs and I see Kai standing at the bottom of the steps in his full glory. I can't like him, he's my little brother's friend. Even though he is only a year younger than me, isn't that wrong? Why does my brother keep hinting at it?

I roll my eyes and ask Kai how he's back so early. "Jay came to the shop after you and didn't want me to work on Christmas, he spent more money but he said it was worth it if we both can be at home for Christmas." I grin, “I’m glad you made here early. Do you have your own place unlike, that one?" My brother turns and scowls at me, "We're still on about that, poor one?" "Mama's boy!" "Some things never change" Kai let's out and my mother yells, "I will beat you both if you don't shut it! Can we open presents in peace now?" We grumble and gather onto the couch, opening our presents.

My brother's girlfriend made an appearance making Kai and I gag. "Wait until you two get into a relationship," my father says sweetly gazing into my mom's eyes, "Ew!" Kai and I exclaim like we're five.

We all separate and go to our rooms, "Kai?" I ask. He tells me to come in, “You never answered my question earlier,” I tell him walking into the room. “Oh I live on my own, above the shop, Chanyeol and I split rent.” I nod and he asks, “Where did you go after you graduated?” “Everywhere, I went to see the world and finally settled down. I guess you can call me a professional poet, or a traveling poet.” He nods, “Do you still write love poems?” I grin, “Yeah, because I wish to feel that with someone” He smiles, “I do too, but I guess we’ll just have to see what happens.”

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Christmas came and went, I still have to drive six hours to Kai’s shop to pay him off. Yes, I’ve been paying him in tens to draw out the time. But it seems my time has run out, and my car doesn’t need to be fixed anymore so I guess we’re back to the beginning. “Oh, hi (Y/n)! This is your last payment isn’t it?” Chanyeol asks me sweetly, “Yeah,” I look past him to look for Kai, “where’s Kai?” He pouts, “I thought you were here to see me!” I laugh, and he tells me, “He’s in his office fiddling like usual” I laugh, patting Chanyeol on his shoulder. I walk into his mini office, and he puts his legs down from his kicked back position. He smiles at me, "Back again already? This is your last payment…" I sigh, "I know," I tell him sadly as I hand him a ten, "This doesn't have to be our last meeting!" He tells me as he prints off my last payment receipt.

I grin, "Really?" He nods, "Maybe instead of my shop we go to a coffee shop?" I nod, "I agree but on one condition,” “What’s the condition?” He asks me earnestly, “you go to meet me in the middle. Driving like 6 hours here isn't my ideal hangout." He grins, "I can do that, your free Mondays right?" I nod, "So am I, this Monday Brissel's café?" I nod agreeing to it, and Chanyeol whines, "This is the last time I'm gonna see you again?" I nod and he pouts, "If my car breaks down, I'll be sure to get it towed here" Kai laughs, and Chanyeol smirks and grabs a wrench, "I guess you'll have to stay" I blankly look at him, "I will tell your boyfriend that you are a rat." He smirks, "He already knows" I shake my head bidding them farewell and going home.

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I wait for him in the café, and he appears with that brilliant grin, “I ordered us both a hot cocoa” I tell him, he thanks me as he pulls off his coat. The waiter brings them over and I grin at him, “This seems like a date,...” I trail off, “It could be if you wanted it to be.” He says with a wink, “What if I wanted it to be?” He gives me ‘the look’! RED ALERT!! HE GAVE ME THE LOOK!! RED ALERT!! I’m screaming in my head before I reciprocate the motion, “Then it’s a date” I grin and carefully reach over to grab his hand, “You know I always thought you were cute” I tell him, “I thought you were too, but your my best friend’s sibling,... so I felt I couldn’t.” I nod, “I did too, but I know that if we go back home soon, we will get the shit teased out of us.” He nods, “You’re right but, remember if he wants his car to start in the morning” I laugh, “Then our software will somehow stop working till you fix his car, and for free” He pouts, “You’re always right” “Remember that”

I’m not sure how our relationship started off so easy. But three months later I found myself moving into his apartment, above his shop. Starting a new career as a freelance poet, and learning things about cars I never wanted to. But Kai’s eyes light up like it’s Christmas day talking about cars, so who am I to resist listening, because I know he’ll listen to my new poetry. Most of my poems nowadays are about our relationship, some do come from the shop though. Watching older couples come in needing an oil change or Baekhyun and Chanyeol kissing underneath a car, and Kai yelling at them. “No love on the job” “You act like you wouldn’t do the same thing!” He catches my eye as I wave at him, “Sh-Shut up!” Yeah, my little brother teases us for it a lot, but whose is engaged and who’s not? I’m glad my car broke down so I could rekindle my crush on Kai all those years ago, and he’s glad it was near his shop.

He’s hunched over a cherry red 76’ nova, he’s fixing up for us to take a vacation in. He looks over at me and I wink drawing the cover for my poetry book, with him on the front. He’s my muse, and he looks hot even with the grease smudge on his cheek. “Babe?” I call out to him, “Hmm?” “You got a little something on your cheek!” He laughs, and wipes it off, “You want to see if she’ll start?” I nod and hop into the car, he’s just been standing over it for the past thirty minutes. Telling me the starter is out, “Here comes a request from Kai in Newport, ‘I’ll Have To Say I Love You In A Song’” He comes over, as the car gently roars, “Pulling me off of the car seat and spins me around, “I spent all night working on Margo, so we can start our trip tonight” I put my head into his shoulder as he spins me around, dancing, “So that’s why your side of the bed was cold when I rolled over” He chuckles, “Yeah, I’m sorry babe, but I hope the song makes it better.” “I love you” I whisper in his ear, “I love you too” “Did you request it earlier and have a time for it, “Yeah” I grin, “You’re cute,” I tell him softly as I look up at him, “You’re cuter.” He says and before I can argue he kisses me softly, “Grab your bags” I nod and he turns off the car and follows me up the stairs. Chanyeol and Baekhyun can keep the shop safe he assured me over the past few days.

I never thought of leaving the big city would give me a life, I thought it was dull in the tiny towns. But Kai, he proved me wrong, because wherever he is, is home. He says the same about me, and even if we are in a tiny town, it doesn’t matter. Plus, if we break down he can fix Margo up, my ol’ Betsy is another story. There have been many chapters in our relationship and I have to say this so far, is my favorite one.

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lauren-nabors · 4 years

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day ??? of quarantine

today is easter sunday, april 12th.

we’ve been quarantined for 26 days. our restaurant’s dining room’s have been closed for 25 days. tensions are high, emotions are flowing, people are feeling all the feels. everyone except me, that is...

i have felt nothing this entire month. i haven’t cried once. i haven’t been all that angry. sure, i’ve been tired and i haven’t slept well and i’ve been bored and frustrated that there isn’t more to do. i was disappointed when our foster care class was canceled. but honestly, i haven’t felt much emotion at all. my anxiety hasn’t skyrocketed. i don’t feel scared. i am not paranoid of the virus or of getting sick (i’ve never been a germaphone anyway so i don’t feel panicky in the way that other people do). i told clif the other day, i keep waiting to cry or to just lose it on someone. i know those emotions are there somewhere under the surface...surely? i don’t know what’s going on. i guess because i feel anxiety all the time in normal life and i always feel like i’m waiting for something bad to happen or for “the other shoe to drop” so to say -- and this is the bad thing, at least for now. so it’s here and maybe it’s not so bad after all for me at least (that feels like a horrible thing to say because it is bad for so many people and so many have lost their lives or their loved ones and in cities like nyc it’s horrendous beyond belief) i’m also a pretty adaptable person so maybe it’s more that this feels like something i can adapt to for the time being and so my role in this is to be that person that keeps moving... and when it’s all over perhaps i’ll crash and burn?

as for other, non-mental-health-related things, since i last posted things changed in our world even more. everything is different as we know it. all non-essential businesses are closed (gyms, spas, clothing stores, etc) and restaurants can still only do carry-out and curbside. our team has continued to adapt well, i am proud of how we’ve handled things. we cut our hours from 7am to 6pm, and then about two weeks ago we cut them even further back to 3pm. it just didn’t make sense to stay open and run the labor clock out when we were so slow. for the most part our customers have been supportive and understanding. we’ve had the occasional angry customer that said “well google says you’re open until 8pm” and it’s like, ‘well sure but this is also a pandemic and everyone is closing early so maybe stop trusting google so much and just expect that things might be different.’

church has been online for us since i last posted. we’ve been doing Redeemer west side live streams, which honestly has been encouraging for my soul to sing old hymns with Tom Jennings and hear our friend Kate from our old community group lead the prayers of the people and to see David Bisgrove’s face each week and have him lead us in the Lord’s Prayer. there’s so much we miss about Redeemer so this is both a source of comfort to us but also creating a longing and an ache that will have consequences for us when this is all over...

we’ve seen very few friends in person but we’ve facetimed with so many that we wouldn’t have ordinarily. brendon & theresa, my college girls, jen & matt a lot, my mom and dad almost everyday. it’s funny but i think i miss my mom more than anything, this is the longest i’ve not seen her since we moved back to this area after nyc. the other night we played a game online with Boyd and Sarah while on Zoom with them. it was lots of fun. Zoom is a thing now... it’s not that important.

of course our president has handled this poorly. he is the absolute worst person you want leading your country in a time like this. he isn’t a leader at all, he’s a petty child who wants all the credit for things he should’ve done anyway. instead of leading, he takes to twitter or tv every chance he can get to say “look what i did! look what i did!” Dr. Fauci, head of infectious diseases for the CDC is leading our country through this. Gov. Andrew Cuomo of NYC has also had a profound impact not just on his state but on our country through his leadership. the situation in the city is so much worse and scarier and more real than it is here. maybe my feelings would be different (emotion-wise) if we still lived in nyc. obviously because of the denseness, the death count is so much higher there. they are building pop-up tent hospitals in central park, and facing real challenges of how to bury all the bodies of those who have passed away from the virus. KFed is a nurse at Mt. Sinai and it’s crazy seeing her photos of her in her protective gear. Brendon told us that no one is taking the subways in the city. he needed some things from his office so he walked from their apartment on 158th to his work in the 20′s. it took him all day. but he didn’t want to risk any contamination and Theresa is now high-risk because she’s pregnant (what the what?!?!?! omg so exciting! praise the Lord!)

people are wearing masks everywhere. there are lines outside of grocery stores because they can only have a certain amount of people in the building at one time. our unemployment count in our country is higher than it’s ever been, higher than during the great depression. the economic fall-out from this will last for years to come. the senate did finally pass a 2T stimulus package called the CARES act. it has some provisions for small businesses to get money that could be forgivable if used on certain things. we applied and got accepted for both restaurants -- we will get money to spend mostly on payroll and some other overhead expenses in 8 weeks once the money is funded. they are also sending a check to every american who made under $130K last year -- so we’re supposedly getting a check sometime for $2400 ($1200 per person and $500 per kid for those families who qualify). hopefully we’ll get some of our staff back to work and extended our hours back to 6, since we won’t have to be as worried about our labor costs being high.

i guess that’s about all i can think to update for now. as for what clif and i have been up to, well... we’ve taken a “cocktail walk” almost everyday. around 4pm we’ve made cocktails and taken them with us as we walk Lenny around the park and say hello to those of our neighbors who are outside, too. the weather has been great so we’ve been very lucky in that regard. we’ve done some yard work and clif has been doing some drawing and lots of bread baking. we’re trying to eat at home 5 nights/week and eat out the other 2. to spread the local love around, we’ve enjoyed Progress burgers, Farmer’s Gastropub, Everyday Thai, Craft Sushi and I think tonight we’ll get either Bambino’s or Los Cabos. i haven’t been doing too much because i’m not a “hobby” person so I don’t do well with stuff like this where you have to stay inside and pass the time. i’ve been reading a lot, that’s about it. here are some photos from the past few weeks:

feeding healthcare workers in partnership with local organizations has been a highlight for us! this is Cox Hospital staff here.

we’ve been selling both bread and flour like crazy. there has been a flour shortage in grocery stores so we’ve sold probably more flour in the last 3 weeks than in the 20 year history of neighbor’s mill.

hot cross buns for easter -- didn’t do hardly what we would’ve normally for a holiday weekend baking-wise but we still had to do these gorgeous buns and some festive cookies and cupcakes.

we were on the front page of the Newsleader as a “small business adapting during the time of COVID” -- we had some blowback from the photo of our bakers shaping dough without gloves on, but all ended well as we took the time to educate and had positive responses from most of our customers

our bread at Price Cutter -- i feel like the poor stock workers were like “screw up, it’s gonna be gone in three hours anyway, let’s just leave it on the dolly”

boredom leads clif to many funny and creative things, though not always useful -- here he made a concrete cup mold

my dad on KY3 for a story about local support of restaurants in Harrison

a quarantine meal when food was low -- let’s see what’s in the fridge!

said game we played with Boyd and Sarah where we had to draw different prompts -- i am a terrible drawer!

afternoon rose and popcorn while Lenny plays and wanders -- we began sitting on the front porch just so we could see anyone walking by on the street and have the chance to chat and be social from a distance

not much has changed with the animals

chalk art outside Cox South main entrance

lol...”i thought you said CLAMdemic” card from Donita

sign we purchased to put in front of our restaurant -- strange times

#COVID19 #coronavirus #quarantine

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sserpente · 5 years

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A/N: Requests from anon, @lunajones24 and @manager-of-mischief. Side note—family became the Avengers because that simply worked better for a Reader Insert! I hope you all spend a lovely Christmas Eve with your loved ones! ♥

Words: 1811 Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut

Nervous didn’t nearly describe how you felt when you knocked on the highly secured door of the Avengers compound, your free hand clutching Loki‘s so tightly you feared he would complain. Perhaps it was a bad idea to let them all know on Christmas that you were in love. Tony as well as Clint hadn’t exactly taken the God of Mischief into their heart, let alone the rest of the Avengers. The only people you could see accepting your relationship were Thor and Peter—but then again a plastic plant could delight that joyful spider kid.

You quickly let go of his hand when the door opened.

“(Y/N), finally, come… in.” Tony stopped himself the moment he spotted Loki standing beside you. His face fell. “What is he doing here?”

“Consider him my plus one.” You snapped as you pushed past the billionaire and into the warmth of the compound where the Avengers were already waiting for you in the living room, chatting to one another around a massive Christmas tree with dozens of presents underneath.

“Merry Christmas, everyone!” You yelled into the room when you entered, quickly getting rid of your winter attire. Loki did the same using magic, leaving him in the sweetest and most ridiculous Christmas sweater you had ever laid your eyes upon.

You had gotten him the pullover for Tony’s Christmas party theme—wear a Christmas sweater or else. If anything, the God of Mischief had been reluctant to wear a piece of clothing that had three reindeer with bright red and blinking noses on it, all of which exclaimed “Oh deer!”. But you swore that he looked adorable and eventually, he had believed you.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N)…” The response was unusually quiet and you knew without looking up when you placed your presents under the tree which you had brought in a green tote bag that all eyes were on Loki.

“Brother, you came!” Thor suddenly roared. “Merry Christmas. I put a present under the tree for you, you will like it!”

“Thor…” The God of Mischief nodded coolly. It was hard to tell whether the situation amused, irked or hurt him but you were unwilling to let them treat him badly on Christmas Day.

“When are you going to tell them?” He whispered into your ear when you returned to him. Shrugging apologetically, you bit your lower lip.

“Later…”

“So, (Y/N), don’t forget your presents before we get to lunch. Just… dive in. We all waited for you.” Tony wriggled his eyebrows when he entered the living room. “We didn’t get you a present, Reindeer Games.” He added sadistically.

Loki’s smile was downright bitter when he replied.

“Do you truly think I would accept a gift from someone like you?”

Shit. This was getting out of hand already. You had expected a little bickering, maybe an almost-fight to begin with but the tension in the room was outright toxic. None of them would hesitate to lunge at Loki should he utter one more insulting word. You might as well jump in at the deep end now.

“Okay… guys. Listen up, there is something I need to tell you.” You exclaimed, clearing your throat so everyone would turn their attention to you. And so they did, expecting a mind-blowing announcement. Well… they were not wrong.

“I… okay. Shit. How do I even start? I… have a new boyfriend, I-I mean… I’m in a relationship.” Loki didn’t exactly like the term boyfriend. Either way, you could practically feel him tensing up behind you, his blue gaze boring into your back.

“That so? You’re gonna have to introduce us to the lucky fellow.” Tony replied with a wink. “Is that the big news then? I mean, it’s not like you’re dating Loki, right?”

Silence. One heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Taking a step closer to the God of Mischief, you breathed in sharply and reached for his hand. Tony’s face fell—and so did everyone else’s.

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious.” Steve began unbelievingly.

You were about to respond when Thor interrupted, thundering. “Wait… brother… you’re dating (Y/N)? Dating?”

Loki sighed. “Yes, brother. We are dating.”

“Is this a Christmas joke?” Tony tossed in sarcastically. It was the moment he caused uproar. Everyone thought adding their downright negative opinion would be necessary with a start.

“He is a criminal, (Y/N).” Bruce bellowed.

“My friends…” Thor.

“You remember what happened in New York, right? Do you need a reminder?” Tony snapped, referring to his PTSD.

“Perhaps he’s mind controlling her. Wouldn’t be the first time.” Clint muttered.

“No! Loki is not controlling my mind and no, I have not forgotten what happened in New York. But there was more to it than that and you know that. We all know that. You needed a culprit and you needed someone to blame. It’s over. Thor has told you that Loki has changed and I saw that. I saw that because I fell in love with him.”

“Yeah? I was disappointed when Thor broke the news that he hadn’t died after all.” Tony retorted.

“You’ve lost your mind, (Y/N).” Natasha mumbled.

Your heart shattered.

Last night… last night had been so magical—your first Christmas with the God of Mischief. You had exchanged early Christmas presents (a beautiful golden necklace accented with a green emerald and a green and gold silk scarf which Loki now swore never to take off again when he was on Midgard), cuddled by the fire, watched a Christmas movie together, munched on delicious cookies and then made sweet love before going to bed.

Everything had be so perfect and now… now all of that was about to be ruined because of the Avengers’ grudges despite Thor’s and your endless explaining of how what Loki had done in New York had been but Thanos’ doing—not his.

“Okay, you know what? I’m leaving. We’re leaving. I wanted spend a nice Christmas with you and finally tell you h-how happy I am but you… you are terrible, all of you! Keep your stupid presents.” Turning on your heel, you reached for your winter coat and slipped it on again.

“I’m so sorry, this was such a bad idea. Let’s go somewhere… somewhere else.”

Loki was fuming. You could tell he was about to draw his daggers and drive them into each and everyone’s heart, yet at the very same time you had no doubt it was what he felt himself—rejection, judgement, hatred… like an ice cold blade right into his chest.

Silence spread in the living room when you both stormed out and you finally burst out in tears.

“Loki… I’m so sorry… I didn’t think they would react this badly… the things they said… I-I’m sure they didn’t mean it, I…”

“Oh, I am.” He responded coldly, tenderly folding you into his arms and resting his chin on top of your head. “Don’t cry, my love. I did not expect them to accept me as part of the family.”

“But they should! Loki… you can be so kind and warm and… you have a big heart, I know that. I… I want them to see that.”

The God of Mischief closed his eyes, revelling in the sound of your words.

“There is no need. I do not care what they think of me. But I do care what you think of me. I will not let our Christmas be ruined by those self-proclaimed would-be superheroes.”

“Y-you’re not mad at me for… for doing this?”

Loki smiled—genuinely. You were, so it seemed, the only person in this world who ever got to see this kind of smile.

“No. I am not.”

For a while, neither of you said anything, not until the Uber driver you had called arrived at the doorstep and took you away from the Avengers compound.

“Wherever are we going now? Home?” Loki asked once you had both gotten into the car.

“No… you’ll see.” This was New York. The commercial aspect of Christmas in this big city was almost more important than the meaning of the holiday itself. There was no doubt one of the many Christmas markets would be open today, which was why you asked the driver to bring you straight to Central Park.

Grinning wildly, you thanked the driver when you arrived, reaching for Loki’s hand when you both got out of the car and dragging him towards the market. The many lights were breath-taking, glittering and shining away in the dark night.

“Where are we?” The God of Mischief mumbled. You knew he was working his magic on you. One of his spells heated your clothes up a bit and kept you warm whenever you were outside. You smiled.

“Thank you… this is a Christmas market. I thought maybe we’d spend some time here before going back home?”

Loki sniffed. “Do I smell food?”

Your stomach was growling too. You had left before lunch, after all. You nodded, deciding to introduce Loki to one of your favourite Christmas treats—chocolate fruit.

It didn’t take you long to find a stall that sold them which left you both soon munching on chocolate strawberries—which, as Loki teased, had inspired him for future activities in bed…

After, you decided to take a walk and admire the many trinkets people sold. Baubles, wooden ornaments, wool scarves, gloves and hats, handmade jewellery… a whole hour went by, the cold utterly bearable thanks to Loki’s spell. Soon, you had both forgotten the unpleasant encounter with the Avengers and their negative reaction. Knowing both that you would have to face them again after Christmas and work on them accepting Loki as your lover became all but unimportant. It was just the two of you, peaceful quiet, beautiful Christmas lights and more delicious food and mulled wine.

“Shall we head home?” Loki asked after a while.

Nodding, you leaned against him.

“I may or may not have another present for you. But we’ll need a bedroom for that.” His blue eyes lit up, lust and desire reflecting in them as he began to smirk at you. It prompted you to play with his raven hair.

“I hope I could make up for this… disaster today.”

“Do not apologise on their behalf. It matters not. However, I am still quite uncertain whether I will be able to forgive you. After all, you already made me wear this hideous sweater.”

Giggling, you pressed your cheek against his chest. “I told you it looks cute on you. It matches your helmet, you know.”

Loki rolled his eyes. You were about the only person he allowed to tease him about his armour—if anything because he was very well aware of the impact he made on you… especially on your lower regions.

“Merry Christmas, Loki. I love you.”

Smiling, he caressed your cheek with his knuckles.

“And I love you.”

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rorykillmore · 4 years

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okay this is for @transrobro who requested a catra/scorpia fic! which is a dynamic we’ve really only just picked up but that i already have so much love in appreciation for, in no small part thanks to jay’s scorpia.

jay... i am so grateful to be able to celebrate another year of us being friends <3 this sounds like. cHEESY but your kindness and generosity really does touch everyone around you even in the smallest gestures (my mom still treasures her groot ornament.) and you have a wonderful talent for making me laugh REALLY hard which i oftentimes find i really. need tbh. thank you so much and i hope you congratulate yourself on this year; it has certainly had its ups and downs but i know you have taken a lot of important strides over the course of it and i am proud of you!!!

She thinks about how lucky she is to be here, right now. To have not lost herself entirely to that all-consuming anger. To have come out the other side and still have friends who care about her, and want to forgive her.

“I just feel like... I already have everything I need.”

One of the many, many differences between Catra and Scorpia is that Scorpia is a notorious early riser, while Catra is notoriously... well, not. And she wouldn’t compromise that for just anyone or anything, but she’s spent the past few days since her little outing with Zero meticulously planning this out, and she knows she’s going to get too restless if she waits it out much longer.

Besides, she’s not exactly sure what the protocol is for when Christmas morning is supposed to... start. Better safe than sorry.

“Hey. Scorpia.” Catra leans over her sleeping form and uses one finger to give her forehead a gentle prod. “Wake up.”

Scorpia’s eyes flutter and eventually focus on Catra as she stirs, her expression moving from surprise to delight, with the tiniest underlying hint of uncertainty (definitely new, Catra has noted in the weeks they’ve been in this world together). “Catra!” She sits bolt upright, forcing Catra to draw back quickly to avoid a painful collusion of their foreheads. “Did -- did we have plans today? Did I sleep in too long? Oh, I knew I shouldn’t have stayed up to finish that season of Parks and Recreation...”

“No -- no, you’re fine. It’s still early,” Catra reassures her quickly, not bothering to add that she has no idea what ‘Parks and Recreation’ is. A nature documentary, or something? “Sorry to wake you, I just -- I have something I want to show you.”

It’s not much of an explanation, and Scorpia could very easily be skeptical of why Catra would sneak into her apartment after the sun’s barely gone up for such vaguely defined reasons. But it’s Scorpia, of course, so she just says, “Oh! Exciting. Okay. Um -- should I go get Emerald?”

“Let her sleep a little while. We’ll get her later,” Catra promises, because she tentatively has something in mind for Emerald - who, for the record, is a lot harder to shop for than Scorpia - as well. She fights the urge to lower her ears in embarrassment. “For now, let’s just -- I mean, this is... for you, specifically. So.”

The look on Scorpia’s face makes her feel both pleased and guilty. Catra can only describe it as awed -- stunned, even, like Scorpia never in a million years would have expected Catra to wake her up just to tell her she’d done something nice for her. Catra supposes she hasn’t really given her much reason to.

“Give me five minutes!” Scorpia springs up, amending over her shoulder as she springs into her closet, “--Three minutes!”

“Take your time,” Catra tells her, unable to suppress a goodnatured roll of her eyes. “I know you have your morning routine, or whatever.”

“It’s fine. I have a speedrun version prepared for emergencies! -- Hey, Catra?” Scorpia sticks her head out of the closet a moment later, suddenly hesitant. “You know you... I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you... have to do stuff like this. For me. I mean, I’m over the moon, don’t get me wrong, I just --”

Catra holds up a hand to stop her, because she’s already figured out that this isn’t just obligation, or the desire to fix things, on her part. It feels -- well, okay, nervewracking right now, because she isn’t entirely sure what Scorpia’s reaction is going to be once she sees the actual gift. But Catra’s sure it’ll feel good eventually. “It’s Christmas, silly.”

She gets a slightly nonplussed look in response, which... figures. So Catra goes on to explain, “It’s a thing they do in this world. A celebration. You, like -- buy presents for people, among a bunch of other weird, colorful traditions.” She can already envision Scorpia’s panic at the realization that she hadn’t somehow magically known about a holiday tradition that didn’t even exist in their own world, so she quickly adds, “Yeah, I didn’t know about it either, until a couple of days ago. So I just threw something together. It’s no big deal.”

The way Scorpia is looking at her, eyes bright with emotion, suggests that she very much thinks it’s a big deal. Catra looks away. “You’re hyping yourself up.”

“I am so completely just the right amount of hype. Just a sec!”

“Take your time!” Catra tells her yet again, fond exasperation taking the edge off her usual prickliness. “I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s a promise she takes more seriously than Scorpia probably really knows.

----

“Okay. So. I didn’t know how to wrap it.”

Catra awkwardly hoists the present in her hands, well aware that it looks absolutely nothing like the neatly wrapped gifts with the perfect bow finishes that she saw in all those display windows in Metropolis. Instead, hers is a clumsy mess of tape and shiny red paper, an immediate betrayal of the fact that Catra has never done anything like this before. But then, she figures, Scorpia already knows that.

“It’s perfect!” Scorpia beams, completely undeterred. She takes the gift from Catra in one claw and tears carefully at the wrapping paper with the other, and Catra notes that the messiness probably does make it a bit easier for her.

If she was anxious about her presentation, though, she’s even more anxious about the gift itself. Scorpia pulls back the wrapping to reveal a large, leatherbound book with no title on its cover. Even though Catra is sure she must be puzzled, her enthusiasm does not seem to be dampened as she shoots Catra an inquisitive look.

“Open it,” Catra says simply, trying to keep her expression neutral.

Scorpia does... and Catra watches her expression change from curiosity to shock as she takes in the contents of the book’s pages. A soft, stunned exhale quickly prompts Catra to leap to explain, “It’s, uh. A scrapbook, basically. But like... a special, high tech one I bought in Auriga. You can upload photos directly onto the pages, and mess with the colors and stuff. I -- uh. I started it for you.”

Truthfully, Catra didn’t have very much to work with. An old picture of her and Scorpia, and one she took with Emerald a couple of months ago, and a couple of silly candids she snuck of Entrapta. And then Catra’s rough attempts at scenic photography; a few shots she took of some of the prettier places she knows around the Southwest. Since... that’s kind of become their home now.

“Catra...” Scorpia whispers.

“Well, I -- I mean, you have to fill it out, obviously.” Embarrassingly, Catra can’t seem to stop talking, her tone bordering on defensive for no definable reason. “Which will take a while. But I know you like that kind of sappy stuff. Making memories, and all that --”

She gets cut off with a sudden huff as Scorpia frees one arm to pull her into a tight hug.

And Catra, despite Scorpia’s best efforts to convert her, is still not really... a hugger. But she’s learned that she’s capable of making a few exceptions. And if her eyes are stinging a little, well, she makes sure she’s blinked any wateryness away by the time Scorpia lets her go.

“This is -- it’s the most wonderful thing you possibly could have gotten me. I am going to keep it forever,” Scorpia declares, making Catra’s cheeks warm sheepishly. “I -- I have to get you something! And Emerald! Stay right here, I’ll --”

“Scorpia,” Catra finally manages to cut in quietly. “I’m sure Christmas hasn’t really been the first thing on Emerald’s mind, either. She’ll understand if you’ve gotta do some belated shopping. And... you really don’t have to get me anything.”

Scorpia falters a little, concern seeping into her expression as seamlessly as it always has for Catra’s sake. “Hey. I know you’re trying to do the whole, you know, ‘making amends’ thing, but if you think that means you don’t deserve a gift...”

“It’s not that.” Catra shakes her head. “This isn’t a ‘me hating myself’ thing. Don’t worry. It’s just that...”

She thinks of the note written on the inside of the back cover of the scrapbook. The one she deliberately hasn’t pointed out because she doesn’t want to stand here in front of Scorpia while she reads it.

“I just feel like... I already have everything I need.”

Scorpia opens her mouth to respond, but for once, she doesn’t seem to know what to say. So Catra reaches out - a rare gesture of her initiating affection - and squeezes Scorpia’s claw in her hand.

“Merry Christmas. Or whatever stupid thing people say.”

Slowly, Scorpia’s expression melts into the kind of soft, adoring expression that Catra still doesn’t quite feel she deserves. “Merry Christmas, wildcat.”

As for anything else that needs to be said, well -- Catra will wait until she takes her leave, or until the next time Scorpia flips through the scrapbook if need be. Whenever that might be, Catra’s message in her messily scrawled handwriting will be there waiting for her.

Scorpia,

I suck at words, sometimes. Writing them down’s easier. I know I haven’t been a very good friend, so now I’m gonna help you fill up this book with a bunch more good memories to get rid of the bad ones. You deserve to be happy, and if this world gives you that, then I guess I really do owe it one.

Thank you for giving me another chance. I won’t waste it.

Love, Catra

#god you know what i just realized #this is supposed to be in the same 'universe' as my fic for fate but im like #posting this one first because i just decided to edit it first skjhdgkg #its fine you dont need to have read that one #ANYWAYS MERRY CHRISTMAS!#fic #christmas gifts

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girls-scenarios · 5 years

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if holiday requests are open do you mind writing a scenario where fem!reader has had a sad history with Christmas so Red Velvet decides to spend Christmas with her using these ones: ‘’I hate Christmas.’’, ‘’It’s a tradition.’’, ’'You’re my family now.’’, ‘’You’re drunk. I’m driving you home.’‘ and ‘‘I didn’t expect to see you here.’‘ (there in no order so ehehahah)

Holiday Prompts

7. “I hate Christmas.” + 3. “It’s a tradition.” + 11. “You’re my family now.” + 13. “You’re drunk. I’m driving you home.” + 2. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Idols: Red Velvet

Admin Kiwi

A/N: Wow, okay, this was so hard to write and I had to consult Admin Kitty for ideas but I hope this ended up coming out okay? Also the reader is FEM, not gender-neutral. I tried to use all the prompts you requested.

The holidays. Everyone was so obsessed over Christmas and snow and getting each other gifts, spreading “holiday cheer”. And you were so over it. Every year when December rolled around, you just wished that you could sleep right through it and not deal with everyone being excited and asking you why you didn’t like Christmas.

Why was everyone so nosy? Wasn’t a simple “I hate Christmas” enough? It annoyed you to no end when people wouldn’t leave you alone about it. You didn’t have good memories when it came to Christmas, and you didn’t want to talk or think about them. You just wanted to pretend they didn’t exist and that you liked in a Christmas-less world.

Which was exactly why you ended up in a bar on Christmas Eve, trying to drown your sorrows in alcohol. It had never failed you before, and it wouldn’t fail you now. You had long since given up reaching out to your friends, since they were all celebrating with their families, so it had become almost tradition for you to end up in a bar near your house, talking to strangers about anything other than Christmas.

You were a couple drinks in when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“Hey, (Y/N), is that you?” You wondered if you were dreaming as you turned around, only to come face-to-face with a worried-looking Seulgi. “What are you doing in a bar?”

“What are you guys doing here?” You didn’t intend to sound mean, but you were tipsy and surprised, and you had never expected to run into any friends here. “I didn’t expect to see you here,” you said, trying to make it sound a little better. You’d met Seulgi early this year, and then met all of her friends soon afterwards, and as much as you liked them and being around them, you weren’t sure what to do in this situation.

“We were shopping at the grocery store right beside here, and Yeri said that she saw you at the bar so we came in to see what was up.” Wendy stepped forward and put her hand on Seulgi’s shoulder.

“Did something happen?” Yeah, years ago, you wanted to say, but you didn’t. Instead, you down your last drink.

“I’m always at the bar on Christmas Eve,” you said, trying to shrug your shoulders. But the motion made you dizzy and you wobbled.

“(Y/N), you’re drunk. Come on, we’ll drive you home.” You sighed and shook your head, waving your hand as you stood up, but you wobbled again. You were really drunk. When did that happen?

“No, I’ll be okay....” You were getting really tired. Someone wrapped their arm around you, and you were pretty sure that it was Joy, but you couldn’t keep your eyes open.

“Come on, (Y/N), let’s just make it to the car.” Somehow, you managed to walk all the way to the car. But as soon as you were sat down in the back, with your head on Joy’s shoulder, your eyes just felt too heavy and you began to drift off. The last thing you heard was the distant sound of Christmas music playing over a radio.

You woke up on a couch with a warm blanket thrown over the top of you and a terrible headache. You coughed, winced, and then everything came back to you. You’d been drunk, and then run into Seulgi and everyone, and they’d taken you home. But why were you on the couch? Blinking, you sat up a bit, trying to ignore the pang of pain in your head, and looked around. There was a Christmas tree in the corner, and the living room was only kind of familiar. This wasn’t your house.

“Oh, (Y/N), you’re awake.” You jumped a bit and turned to see Yeri standing in the doorway to the kitchen. “Hang on, I’ll get you some painkiller and orange juice.” You wanted to say something, ask why you were here, but you were in a lot of pain and the blanket was warm and cozy, so you just sank back into the couch and closed your eyes.

The sound of her putting down the glass on the coffee table beside you made you open your eyes again, and she gave you a little smile.

“You have a hangover, right?”

“Yeah...” You rubbed your eyes and reached over to accept the painkiller in her hand. “Why didn’t you guys take me to my house?”

“You were passed out, and Seulgi didn’t remember your address. So we had to bring you here.” The younger girl glanced back towards the kitchen, and you realized that you could hear someone else inside. “Seulgi was the first one up today. She was really worried about you, you know?”

“No need to be,” you said with a little sigh, “I’ve done this for years.”

“That’s kind of sad, isn’t it?”

“It’s fine. I don’t like Christmas anyway.”

“Well, you’re spending it here with us. Maybe we can change that.” She shrugged her shoulders and then turned away, and you watched as she walked back towards the kitchen. Were you dreaming? With another sigh, you laid back down and closed your eyes again. Maybe just a little more sleep would help your hangover.

You woke back up to the sound of chatter and the smell of breakfast. Blinking, you looked up to see the girls gathered in the dining room, trying to keep their voices down. Irene kept shushing Wendy, and it made you smile a little as you kicked off the blanket and stood up, stretching.

“Good morning.” All of them turned in unison, and then Seulgi smiled and walked over to wrap you up in a hug.

“(Y/N)! Good morning. How’s your hangover feeling?”

“Mostly gone,” you said, feeling a little awkward.

“You smell like alcohol,” Irene said, giving you a little smile as she raised her eyebrows. “Wanna take a quick shower and change your clothes? I’m sure one of us has extras, and by the time you get out, Christmas breakfast will be ready.” You wanted to ask what was so different about Christmas breakfast, but Seulgi was already pulling you down the hallway towards the bathroom, and soon enough, you were in there with a change of clothes and towel.

You felt warm and a little bit fuzzy as you turned on the shower, but there was no way you were going to admit it.

When you walked back into the dining room, Irene was putting plates down on the table.

“Just in time,” she said, nodding towards the empty chair. “Take a seat.”

“Christmas breakfast is the best,” Yeri said, and you raised your eyebrows.

“What’s so different about Christmas breakfast?”

“Irene makes cinnamon buns with a special Christmas sauce every year. It’s tradition!” Tradition, huh? Well, something did smell incredible.

And it looked incredible, so incredible that it had your mouth watering as soon as Irene sat the plate down in front of you. Maybe spending Christmas with friends wasn’t so bad after all.

“Let’s eat!”

After all the plates were cleaned and everyone was sitting around in the living room, sipping coffee and hot chocolate while talking and playing games, you looked around and felt your chest squeeze. This was the first time in years that you’d spent Christmas with anyone, and by far, the best Christmas you’d ever had. It was weird. You’d never expected to spend Christmas surrounded by friends, feeling loved and full, but here you were. And you didn’t hate it.

“Hey, guys?” Everyone turned to look at you, and you bit your lip. “Why did you pick me up last night instead of just letting me stay there? I mean, I’m intruding on your Christmas.” Seulgi immediately scooted closer to you on the couch to wrap an arm around you.

“Don’t say that, (Y/N). You aren’t intruding on anything. Christmas is a day to spend with the people you love!”

Irene smiled softly and looked around at everyone before drawing her gaze back to you. “You’re family to us now, (Y/N). And family doesn’t let family spend Christmas alone.” You could feel tears welling up in your eyes and Joy, sitting beside you, wrapped her arms around you too. You’d never felt so much love before in your life.

“You’re welcome here anytime,” Joy said, and you smiled, even though you couldn’t stop the tears. This was the best Christmas you’d ever had, and it was all because of them: your new family. Maybe you didn’t hate Christmas after all.

#red velvet #irene #seulgi #wendy #joy #yeri #holiday prompts #prompt writing #red velvet drabble #red velvet drabbles

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mercurygray · 5 years

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I am sure you are SHOCKED but I would love a Henry/Emma story, or really anything Mercy Street. And hmm, perhaps with a holiday tradition like Christmas caroling or baking desserts.

@montanabohemian said:you should write some emmry! because i’m so predictable.

Anonymous said: A prompt for you if interested: Mary and Jed and a snowstorm

This was something I started before Christmas and never finished. And today’s as good as any to write about snow!

Stille Nacht - a Mercy Street Fanfic

It was unusual for a train to be this late.

But then, it was highly unusual for such a snowfall so early in the season, and when there is a foot of snow on every mile of track from the Berkshires to Boston, certain allowances have to be made, including four hour train delays. It could have been far worse; Henry Hopkins sat in his drafty train car and thanked heaven that it was only four hours and not four days, else he should have missed Christmas entirely. As it was, he would be only late to Christmas Eve, which was permissible, he thought.

It would be a welcome change, to be in Boston for the holidays. He had made the mistake of writing to Jed about his plans for the winter break between classes - a fireside and a good book and not much else - and the reply that had come back had almost been a marching order: Come to Boston or else. “Mary will not hear of your spending Christmas like a monk in a cloister, and begs me to remind you that you have not yet met Elias, who desires a new shoulder to spit up on, being exhausted of mine and his mother’s. We will not be a large party, so you may be called upon to perform grace, but apart from that,” Jed had written, in his blithe, unconcerned manner, “your primary duties will be the occupation of a hearthside chair, the consumption of Christmas pudding and port, one or two games of chess, and perhaps the entertainment of a very small child, if it can be fit in amidst your other onerous tasks.”

It was a cozy picture - and far preferable to two weeks spent alone in his drafty teacher’s lodgings with only the cat for company. Henry knew he would not be the only ‘stray’ at the Foster family Christmas table - Jed had already written of a visiting professor from Germany, and there were sure to be more.

He collected his case from the rack above as the train slowly screeched into the station, pistons and brakes hissing in the fog-filled twilight of the shed. The platform was a dizzying spectacle of humanity, porters and teamsters bustling to and fro around families trying to collect cases, wives waving their hellos and goodbyes, and a few black-coated businessman, trying to make a dash for the door. Henry made a beeline for the waiting room, the final figure of Dr. Jed Foster finally appearing near the doors, a jewel-blue scarf peeking out from his overcoat.

“Were you going to keep me waiting all night?” Jed asked, smiling irrepressibly.

“I thought about it,” Henry replied, his own smile just as free and easy. The two men shook hands and then embraced, laughing.

“Well, shall we go? I’m sure dinner’s a lost cause, but we may yet make it home for the midnight service at church, if you’re up for it.” Henry nodded, picking up his case again and following Jed towards the station’s exit and a nearby line of waiting black cabs, horses pawing at the pavement while their drivers sniffled in the cold.

Installing themselves in the nearest vehicle and letting the driver tap his horses away to Beacon Hill, Henry settled himself into what he hoped would be the last leg of his journey and took a good look at Jed. Married life and peacetime, it seemed, had changed him - there was a touch more gray around his hair, and in his beard, which was shorter than Henry remembered it at Mansion House. Was the war really two years ago now? It seemed so much less remote than that. The scarf was obviously new, and not in a color he thought Jed himself would have picked. And there was a certain…easiness in him now, a lightening of the shoulders and the spine that spoke of a willing partner to the day’s cares. “Fatherhood suits you,” he ventured.

His friend looked surprised to be found so. “Does it? I’ve been reliably informed it won’t last - in a few months the boy will forget how to sleep ten hours at a stretch and then, my friend, I think I shall be very sorry I ever clapped eyes on his mother.”

“But you like it, so far?”

Jed considered a minute, his thoughtful gaze turning, once more, to a grin. “He is…the tiniest thing, Henry. I know exactly what went into him, how he works and moves, and yet - every time I look at him I marvel.”

And Henry only smiled.

It was not a long way to Jed and Mary’s house - a flourishing practice and plenty of teaching work had left the Fosters amply supplied where their choice of lodging was concerned, and Beacon Hill was handy for the Common and the General Hospital, as well as the houses of the Boston Brahmins who formed the bulk of Jed’s private practice. There was a wreath upon the door of the Foster demesne, and in the window, one of the newfangled Christmas trees pressed its arms into the glass, the mirrored glass of its ornaments glimmering faintly in the light from the streetlamp.

“They may have already gone,” Jed offered, turning his key in the lock and letting the two of them inside. “What ho, the house!”

“We’re in the parlor, dear.” Henry smiled at the familiar voice, hanging up his hat, at least, and trying his best to leave most of the snow on his shoes at the door as Jed slid the pocket doors back and let Henry into the parlor.

It might have been a scene from a Christmas card - Jed in the role of Joseph, admitting one tired and slightly amazed shepherd into the stable to marvel at the newborn King, cooing in his mother’s arms as a visiting shepherdess looked on - another stray caught in for Christmas, no doubt. The room was dim, the only light a few oil tablelamps, at Mary’s elbow and on the desk, catching the spangled garland on the tree and sending flashes of light around the room. Mary looked up, smiling at Jed’s entrance, and the attendant friend did, too, and Henry’s heart skipped a beat, recognizing the face as someone who has seen a long-loved ghost.

“Miss Green!”

For so it was - the same bright eyes and slim smile, the same dark hair and trim waist that had invaded upon his thoughts so at Mansion House, all those years ago. And yet she seemed unchanged in loveliness.

“Chaplain,” she offered, just as forthright as ever, holding out one white hand. “Or should I say Professor now?”

“Either will do,” Henry managed, taking her hand and shaking it, weaker than he wished to. It still beggared belief - her, here?

“I think my presence is a shock,” she said, smiling politely. “Perhaps Doctor Foster neglected to mention?” She looked at Jed, who looked suspiciously pleased with himself and gave a kind of apologetic shrug.

“Miss Green is studying at the Hospital,” Mary said, rising from her chair with the infant in her arms. “A somewhat unofficial course in nursing, but I expect they’ll standardize it soon, when they see the benefit that can be had from such a study. They’ve kindly agreed to let her off the ward today so she can spend the time with us. And this,” she said, turning so his head might face towards Henry, “Is Elias, who has been waiting so patiently to see you.”

“Hello there,” Henry said, glad of the distraction. “My apologies for keeping you up so late.” He offered a finger, gently stroking the infant’s cheek, and Elias stared at him in goggle-eyed wonderment, too tired or amazed to do anything else but blink and then, eyes fluttering closed, give one titanic yawn and turn his face away back to his mother’s breast.

“I think we may put him to bed before we go for the service,” Mary said judiciously, more to Jed than anyone else. “Sarah’s about, if he should wake up. But he’ll sleep, I think; he’s had a long afternoon flirting with Emma.”

The use of the word ‘flirting’ sent a frisson through the room, though whether or not it was intentional none could tell. Mary ascended the stairs to put the child to bed while the other three waited below in the hall, putting on hats and gloves to venture out into the night to church.

“Was it a long trip? From Williamstown?” Emma asked, the soul of politeness.

“Longer than it should have been,” he admitted, shrugging back into his winter clothes suddenly very self-conscious about the developing rip in one of his gloves. “May I?” He’d been watching, transfixed, as she wrapped a muffler around her neck, at the same time reaching for her coat. She looked a little startled by the offer, but acquiesced, letting him hold the garment as she slipped her arms inside and tied her bonnet on.

Mary came back downstairs with quiet feet, letting her husband help her into her coat and shawl while Emma held her prayerbook. “He’s sleeping,” she said, to no one in particular. “He’ll be good for Sarah.”

The snow muffled the sounds of the city as they walked to church, streetlamps throwing a golden haze into the softness of the night. It was the kind of evening Henry had always pictured when the time for singing hymns like ‘Silent Night’ approached, though every good theologian could tell you Christ hadn’t been born in wintertime, nor was it likely there was a halo of snow around the manger where he’d lain. A patch of ice surprised Emma, and she gave a yelp, catching at his arm to keep from falling. “I think you’d better keep that,” he said, and her hands stayed where they were, wrapped around his coatsleeve, drawing the two of them closer together than he had been to a woman for quite some time. Did he presume too much? Two years was long enough.

But she did not move her hands, nor was her closeness a burden to him, and in the evening chill, he felt himself grow warm again.

Ten steps behind and taking the road carefully, Mary watched the pair with bird-bright eyes and glanced pointedly at her husband. “You look like a cat who’s just gotten into the cream, dear,” she observed with a smile. “I suppose you think yourself quite clever, surprising Henry like that.”

“What, me?” Jed Foster put a face of pure innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

His wife rolled her eyes. “Inviting Henry for Christmas and conveniently forgetting to tell him that Emma would be here.”

“I am entirely innocent of whatever you’re suggesting,” Doctor Foster repeated with a lofty air, though no amount of artifice could hide the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Mary nodded sagely, knowing full well what her husband was up to.

“Be gentle, Jed. That’s all I ask. They’re grown people who ought to know their own minds before someone else makes them up for them.”

They said nothing more on the subject for the rest of their walk, filing quietly into church and carefully taking their candles, four more lonely shepherds come to sing, and watch, and wait for news of the Christ-child. But Mary couldn’t deny that it made her own heart a little warmer to watch her two houseguests bend their heads over the hymnal, and smile in surprise at their shared harmony, basking in the glow of the candles, the whole world around them warm with promise.

#mercy street pbs #emmry #henry hopkins #emma green

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Olitz Secret Santa: Hot For Teacher

Prompt #1 - Secret Santa time at the office holiday party… Olivia has Fitz and tries to find out what he likes by asking his co-workers and friends. She discovers that he likes her in the process.

"Wow" he whispered reverently. "This is ...Wow! It's great. Thank you so much, Liii...Olivia."

Olivia smiled at him and replied, "you're welcome." She was glad to know that Fitz liked his gift and grateful that he had kept the thanks professional. Things had been anything but professional between them the night before. As she stared at him admiring his gift flashes of their time together at his place popped into her mind.

Wild open mouth kisses up against a wall. His hands eagerly wandering over every inch of her exposed skin. His baritone voice whispering sexy dirty words to her in the dark and commanding her to let go. If she closed her eyes and thought about it hard enough, she could feel his mouth on various parts of her body as he brought her to a loud release again and again. She felt a flush of warmth rush to her cheeks as she remembered their time together not even twenty four hours ago and avoided eye contact with him for fear that he could read her mind.

It had all started two weeks ago when the elementary school principal told all thirty three teachers that it was time once again to draw names for the Christmas party. There were lots of groans heard in the school library at the pre school starting hour, but the complainers knew there was no way to get out of it. Drawing names was a tradition and a good way to meet teachers you might not otherwise be familiar with.

The principal also enlightened her faculty that the day before the students were released for the Christmas break, all of her teachers would participate in the talent show. The groaning grew louder. She explained that everyone needed to be in a group of at least four but no bigger than twelve and come up with a skit to perform in front of all of the students.

It was only Olivia's second year at the school, so she didn't know a lot of the teachers. She sat in her chair and watched everyone else choose people for their groups. She felt like the last kid picked for a team sport in gym. Still she sat there.

A few minutes later, amid the chaos of adults scrambling to become part of a group, she felt a hand tap her on the shoulder. She looked to her right and saw the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on looking intently at her. He was a little older than she was, but he appeared to take really good care of himself. "Hi." he said.

"Hi." she replied.

"Would you like to join our group? Please? We need one more to make it an even dozen." he explained.

"That's a big group! What are you planning to do for the talent show? Play musical chairs?"

He chuckled and sat down in the tiny chair beside her meant for an elementary school booty. "No. Actually, we are going to do a teacher version of the twelve days of Christmas. Are you interested?"

This man not only looked good, he smelled good. Heavenly. Some clean, manly, sexy scent that instantly filled Olivia's nostrils and made thinking difficult. Well, except for thoughts of licking his great smelling skin. She had no idea what he was talking about and tried to focus on what he was saying. "Uhhh, why not? At least if I'm embarrassed, I'll be part of a big group."

"Exactly. I'm Fitz by the way. Or Mr. Grant. Whichever you prefer." He extended his long hand toward her.

She slid her hand into his much larger one, feeling a spark of electricity run through them. She wondered if he felt it too and looked into his eyes for a clue that he did. Seeing nothing, she pumped his hand a few times. His hand was soft and warm. "Olivia. Nice to meet you Fitz."

"Nice to meet you too, Olivia. Come and meet everyone in our group." She stood up and Fitz put his hand on her back, guiding her to where everyone was standing around talking. "I found our twelfth. Everyone, this is Olivia. Olivia, this is...everyone."

One by one they introduced themselves to her. Olivia smiled and repeated her name to each one of them. A few of the faces were familiar, but not all of them. They were a good mixture of teachers from all three of the grades taught at the elementary school. They all seemed like a fun group too. Olivia was more than a little excited to be involved now.

"So, we thought it would be fun to do the twelve days of Christmas from the student's point of view. It would be things that our students say to us at Christmas time." One of them explained.

The one doing the explaining was greeted by more than a few confused faces.

She was just about to explain her idea for the talent show when she was interrupted by the principal loudly stating they had two minutes to wrap it up. "Everyone write down your name and I will email you as soon as this meeting is over. We will meet up at a restaurant one day this week and all of us will go to dinner together and I'll explain the plan. It'll be a better way to get to know each other too. Are you all okay with that?" Everyone nodded and wrote their names down on a piece of notebook paper.

"Okay people. Let's all settled down now. It's time to draw names for the Christmas party. The party itself will be the day the student's get out for Christmas break. That way we can all fly through it and leave as soon as the busses are gone so you can begin your own break." she explained.

That brought cheering from everyone.

She was handed a stainless steel travel mug with the school emblem on it by her secretary. "Inside this cup are the names of every teacher in this school. Choose one name when I get to you. Please look at the name you draw immediately. If you end up choosing your own name, let me know so you can choose another name. The spending limit is twenty-five dollars for a gift. As teachers, you are very resourceful with making money stretch. Figure out a way to do the same thing with the spending limit you've been given. Get creative. If you don't know the person whose name you have drawn, find out things about them from their co-workers. Once you have gotten a name not your own, you are free to leave the meeting."

Olivia sat beside her newfound friends and watched as small white slips of paper were pulled from the cup. When her boss stood in front of her, Olivia reached one of her tiny hands into the cup and pulled one out. She opened the folded piece of paper and read the name neatly typed inside.

Fitzgerald Grant

She wanted to look over at him but knew that would give everything away. Instead, she folded the paper back up and smiled at her boss before grabbing her bag and quietly walking out of the library. She was halfway up the hall when larger rushing footsteps caught up with her. "Did you get the name of someone you know?" a familiar voice asked.

It was Fitz.

"Ummm, sort of."

He smiled at her. "Same. I've got to figure out what to get for the person who appears to have it all."

His voice was deep and rich and was doing things to her. Still, she wanted to talk to him some more. Maybe he would reveal some things about himself that would make purchasing him a gift a little easier. "Those are hard people to buy for. Good luck with that." She genuinely felt bad for him for being in that situation.

"Are you going to go to dinner with the group?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Yea. I think it would be fun. And it would get me out of the house too."

"I don't think Amanda mentioned it, but we can bring our husbands or wives with us if we want to. I think you left before she said that?" He was fishing for information about Olivia and this seemed like the best way to do it. He could always tell Mandy to include that in her group email this morning to cover his ass.

"Oh. That doesn't matter. I don't have a husband."

"I'm sure you could bring your boyfriend if you asked her?" It was his pathetic last chance of finding out if she was single.

He was looking for information. Olivia wondered about that for a few seconds before saying, "no boyfriend either. It's just me I'm afraid." She could have sworn she heard him sigh.

"Me too. It kind of sucks this time of year, huh?"

"Not really. I can watch all the sappy Christmas movies whenever I want to. I can buy whatever kind of food I like. I don't have to stay in a constant mood of being stressed out the entire month of December because I have to buy a man's parents the perfect Christmas gift. Being single at Christmastime has a lot of advantages." she explained.

Fitz nodded as they continued walking. "Those are great points. I guess it's all how you look at it. I've got to get to class. Pop quiz is happening this morning and I've got to get everything together. See you around, Livvie."

"Bye, Fitz." She watched him walk away, noticing how his gray dress pants clung to his superior ass. It wasn't until he was out of sight that she realized that he called her Livvie instead of Olivia. She would have to pick that apart in the privacy of her own home after school and with a large glass of wine. For now, she had to get to class herself.

At lunchtime, Olivia ran into Amanda. The two of them discussed the group dinner plans and Amanda let her know where the twelve of them would be going two nights from today. She rattled off the name of a restaurant and Olivia knew where it was and said she'd see her there.

The night of the dinner Olivia was at home trying to figure out what to wear. Should she keep it casual with jeans and a sweater? Or dress up a little? She looked out the window and saw that it was snowing lightly. Jeans and a sweater it is! She pulled on a pair of black boots, put her arms into her coat, grabbed her purse and walked out the door. She was going to be early but that was better than being the last one to show up.

She found Amanda in the parking lot and the two women walked inside chatting about their day. Within fifteen minutes everyone in their group had shown up and were talking in the lobby as they waited to be shown to their table. Finally, the waitress led the way to a long rectangular table in the center of the room. People started sitting, not bothering with asking where they should sit. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

Fitz looked up and saw Olivia pointing to the empty chair beside him. His heart skipped a beat for some reason, and he shook his head back and forth. "No, that would be great." He even stood up and pulled the chair out for her.

"Thank you." she said with a smile.

The waitress took everyone's order and drinks were brought out as bubbly laughter and excited conversations were in full swing. Fitz kindly reintroduced Olivia to the people sitting closest to them. Olivia noted that no one had brought their significant others and thought that was interesting.

Somewhere over the meal, Amanda explained how their skit in the talent show would work. There was a lot of excited laughter by nearly everyone at the table over the idea. The talent show wasn't a competition, but they all agreed quite loudly that their skit would win the grand prize if it was.

The meal wound down and people began to trickle away from the table to pay their bill and head for home. Fitz and Olivia were the last two left at the table after bidding goodnight to their co-workers. "I should head for home too. It's a school night after all." Fitz said smiling.

Olivia glanced at her watch. "It's only six thirty" she chuckled.

"Are you calling me old?" he asked with mock surprise.

"Noooooo" she giggled. "I'm just saying six thirty isn't exactly bed time for adults."

"Did you have something else in mind?" he asked. He knew his questions seemed forward and he tried to fix it before she thought that he was suggesting a night of wild sex. Not that he would say no to that. "What I mean is...what do you do on a typical school night?"

"I know what you meant. I'm just going to ask this, and please don't read anything into it, okay?"

She seemed nervous. Fitz found that sexy as hell for some reason. "Sure" he replied.

"Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee at my house?" She slid her credit card into her wallet when the waitress returned with it and waited for him to answer her. Olivia told herself that she was getting to know him better, like her boss had suggested. If she happened to learn more about his likes to aid in her Christmas buying, then so be it.

"Coffee would be great." He stood up and pulled out her chair. "Shall we?"

She smiled at him. "We shall."

Olivia was constantly looking into the rearview mirror in her car to make sure Fitz was still behind her as they drove to her place. Thoughts of him behind her in another way altogether popped into her head and once the imagery was there, it was difficult to get rid of it. It was difficult to focus on driving too, but she did her best and only swerved once. Once they reached her house, she pulled into her driveway and he pulled in behind her and turned off his lights. She grabbed her purse and headed for the front door.

"Cute house." He commented as they walked together.

"Thanks. It's not much but I don't need much since it's just me." She unlocked the door and he followed her inside.

"Another perk of living alone?" he asked and focused on her face when she flipped the light on.

"Yup." She took off her coat, hanging it up and watched as Fitz followed suit. She started making her way into the kitchen. "You want regular or unleaded?" she called out.

"W...What?"

She chuckled at him. "Do you want regular or decaffeinated coffee? You know, this late hour and all? I wouldn't want to be responsible for keeping you up at night."

Fitz mumbled something she didn't quite hear.

"What was that?"

"I said regular is fine. Thank you." He was glad that she hadn't heard him say that thoughts of her had kept him awake more than once already this week. He watched her fill the carafe halfway with water and then begin measuring out spoons of the heavenly smelling brown granules. "Where are your coffee cups and I'll get them?"

"Second cabinet. Bottom shelf."

He chuckled, the sound echoing throughout her house. "Bottom shelf huh? I wonder why?"

Olivia turned the coffee maker on and put her hands on her hips, shooting him a challenging look. "I can reach the top shelf, but since I'm an avid coffee drinker, I choose to keep the mugs on the bottom one."

Fitz looked up at the top shelf and then back over to Olivia. "You can reach the top shelf? That top shelf up there?"

"Absolutely I can."

"I would love to see that." He left the cabinet door open and took two steps back.

"Fine. But you get to pour coffee while I sit on the couch when I do touch it." She walked over to the counter and put both hands and a knee on it. Using her hands, she pushed down bringing her body up on top of the counter.

"That is cheating!" Fitz said chuckling.

She stood up on the counter and looked down at him. "I never said I didn't cheat. I only said I could touch the top shelf." She reached a hand up and tapped the top shelf with a defiant smirk on her face.

"Okay. You proved your point. Get down before you break your neck." He kept his eye on her to make sure she didn't.

Olivia sat down on the counter and was about to jump to the floor when her sock covered foot slipped on the slick surface. "Ohhh shit!" She was headed toward the floor when Fitz caught her in his arms.

He held onto her and set her back on top of the counter on her ass. He moved closer so he was standing between her legs as he looked at her. Olivia was looking back at him with wide eyes as her heart pounded in her chest. In the movies, this would be a perfect moment for a kiss.

But this wasn't a movie. It was real life.

"Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice.

"I'm fine. Thanks for catching me. If you hadn't, I might have gotten a busted lip."

He wanted to do a whole hell of a lot more than catch her, but Fitz figured it was a good starting place. He took a step back from her. "That. Was a close one. Why don't you go sit down and I'll pour the coffee?"

"Good idea. Since you lost the bet. Thanks." She hoped down and walked into the living room on wobbly legs. She plopped down on the sofa and pulled a small square pillow onto her lap. That had been a close one. What in the hell had she been thinking? She got herself together while he poured the coffee and asked what she had in hers.

The two of them were sitting on the sofa a few minutes later, sipping their coffee and discussing the skit. "I think it will be a lot of fun and I also think the kids will get a kick out of it too."

"I agree. They are gonna love it." Olivia said. "Are you all done with your Christmas shopping?"

"I was. Until we drew names at work this week."

"Still no luck or ideas about what to get for the person whose name you have?" she asked.

"No idea. What about you? Have you gotten anything for the person you kinda know?"

"Nope. I'm afraid I'm going to have to go to this person's co-workers to find out what they like. I hope they can give me some good suggestions." She needed to veer the subject off of the secret Santa topic before he asked her whose name she had drawn.

"Where do you like to go shopping?" he asked.

"Well, as a female, I like to go..."

"Don't say the mall!" he pleaded.

"...to the mall." she finished with a smile.

"The mall is a terrible place to go shopping."

"What? No, it is not! Why do you say that?"

"It takes a half hour to find a place to park the damned car. Then you gotta walk around at least ten miles to find the perfect gift for someone."

"Ten miles?" she asked. She was laughing at him and instinctively her hand reached over and touched his. "Who in the hell do you go to the mall with?"

He noticed her touch but said nothing. He gave her a doubt filled look. "No one goes into the mall, visits one store, and then leaves. It doesn't happen!"

"The mall is so much fun. I love to people watch, window shop, and naturally buy things too. It's great."

"How can you stand it, Livvie?"

There was that name again. The name no one had ever called her before. She decided to ask him about it. "Why do you call me Livvie instead of Olivia?"

Fitz was caught off guard by the question and was quiet for a few moments. His shoulder lifted slightly before he answered. "I don't know. It just...suits you. Would you rather I didn't call you that?"

"No, it's fine." she said quietly. "No one has ever called me that before."

He touched her hand and slowly rubbed circles on it. "I'm glad you're okay with it." He saw her flick her eyes to their hands. "Are you okay with me doing that?"

It felt soothing somehow, to have his skin touching hers. The dark thoughts of him touching all of her skin with all of his sprang to the forefront of her mind and caused her breathing to become slightly labored. She tried shaking the thoughts off, swallowed once, and answered him saying, "yes."

Fitz felt like this was his moment. He set his empty mug down on the coffee table followed by hers, his hand never letting go of hers. He turned to her on the sofa and said, "Can I kiss you, Livvie?"

So, it wasn't just her feeling it! He was feeling it too. That certainly changed things. Olivia licked her suddenly parched lips and replied with a wordless, "mmmhmm."

She watched him slowly move in her direction. His free hand moved up to her cheek where he caressed the skin there just before his lips touched hers in the softest kiss you could ever imagine. His lips were soft too, and he took his time sampling her plump ones, even sucking on her bottom lip for a moment. Her hands found their way around his neck while Fitz pulled Olivia onto his lap and held her tight in his arms.

The kiss grew much more intense the moment her mouth opened, and his tongue slid inside. He groaned into her mouth and felt her tiny hands cling to him. The way he was feeling was very much like being intoxicated. Some of his senses were blurry while others seemed super sharp. All he knew was he never wanted this moment to end.

Olivia could get lost in the feeling of being held in his arms like this. He was all muscle and testosterone, yet full of polite eagerness. She came to her senses enough to realize that his hands were no longer on her hand and cheek. They had wandered much further south, and what kind of girl must he think that she is if she let this continue after only knowing him for a few days?

She broke the kiss abruptly and cleared her throat before moving back onto her own couch cushion.

Fitz looked confused. "I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?"

"No, not at all. I just felt like I was going to sneeze." She lied. She wiggled her nose a few times. "But I think it's passed now."

Fitz smiled and began to move closer to her, but Olivia put her hand on his chest and said, "it's getting late. We should probably call it a night since we both have early mornings tomorrow?"

He could take a hint. Even if he didn't want to. Fitz stood up and stretched. "Yea, you're right. I should get going." He retrieved his coat and scarf and began putting them on while Olivia watched. "Thank you for the coffee. I'll see you at school tomorrow." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Nite, Livvie."

"Goodnight, Fitz." Olivia walked him to the door and watched him walk outside into the cold. She closed the door and gently touched the cheek he had kissed. His smell lingered in the air and she found herself taking a deep breath.

The next ten days were a blur of constant activity. Between classes, end of year tests, practices for the talent show, and Christmas shopping, everything was in constant motion. It was why Olivia wasn't sleeping at night. At least, that's what she was telling herself. In reality though it was Fitz. He was always in her head. His smile. His voice. His kiss. It was a lot.

She lay in bed recalling her conversation earlier that day with teachers who taught on the same hall that Fitz did. "Hey! Rebecca, right?" Olivia asked.

"That's right. Good memory. How are you today? I'm sorry but I can't remember your name. I'm terrible with names though so it's nothing personal." Rebecca explained.

"Yea, no worries. I'm great, thank you."

"What are you doing on the fifth grade side of town?" Rebecca joked.

Olivia looked around quickly and then leaned a little closer and whispered. "I need some help."

"Oh?" Rebecca whispered back. "What kind of help?"

"Well, I have drawn Mr. Grant's name and I have no idea what he likes or is into. In other words, I don't know what to buy for him and time is running out."

Rebecca smiled. "Ahhhh, okay. Well, as luck would have it, I had his name last year."

"Holy shit! Really? That's amazing!" Olivia whispered excitedly. "What did you buy him?"

"I got him a subscription to family handyman."

Olivia shot her fellow teacher a funny look.

"He said he loved it. Read every issue cover to cover more than once."

"That'ssssss great! I'm sure he did love it." Olivia wondered if there was any truth to that information? She was not going to take the chance that he didn't and buy him another subscription though. She had to get the hell away from this woman and find someone who could actually help though. "Thank you."

"Yea, no problem. I'm going to go grab some lunch from the cafeteria though. You wanna come with me?" She offered.

"No thanks. I brought a sandwich to eat in my classroom. Thanks though. For the offer and the help."

"You're welcome. See you around."

"Hey! Stop running guys!" A voice behind Olivia called out.

She turned around and saw another teacher talking to a few students who appeared to be racing down the long hallway. He smiled at her. "Hey. I'm sorry. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation with Miss Switzer."

Olivia nodded.

"A word to the wise? Don't buy Fitz that magazine."

Olivia grinned at him. "And why's that? It sounds like the perfect gift."

"Right. For a do it yourselfer."

"And that's not Fiii...Mr. Grant?" she corrected smoothly. "I'm sorry, but I don't know your name yet."

She was fooling anyone. Changing the subject was a nice touch. He had to give her credit for being able to think on her toes. He extended his hand. "Vic Coggins."

Olivia's eyebrows went up. "You're Mr. Coggins?"

"You sound surprised? Like I'm not living up to whatever it is that you've heard about me. So, what'd you hear?" he asked with a grin.

"I'll never tell." she said grinning back.

"Do you want me to tell you what it is that Fitz would like to get for Christmas?" he asked confidently.

"Yes please."

"Fitz is into books."

"Books?" Olivia asked skeptically.

"Yup. Books. He has a mini library at his house. Your best bet is to just go over there and see what he has and what he doesn't have." Mr. Coggins said cockily.

Olivia crossed her arms in front of her chest and quietly asked, "and how do I do that? Dress up as a house painter or exterminator, rent one of those cool plain white vans and get him to let me inside so I can take a look around?"

Mr. Coggins grinned nodding. "The exterminator thing is a little overdone if you ask me, but yea, something like that."

She chuckled and touched his arm just as Fitz stepped out into the hall to take his class to lunch. His eyes zeroed in on Olivia touching his co-worker and he sent her a tight smile. Olivia caught his eye and dropped her hand immediately. She wondered why she felt guilty for doing something so innocent? She cleared her throat and said, "Hi, Fitz."

"Olivia." he replied curtly. "What brings you by the fifth grade hall today?"

"I was needing some advice on a home repair and struck up a conversation with Vic."

Mr. Coggins chuckled beside her and said, "you're terrible. It was nice to meet you though, Olivia."

"You too." Olivia replied smiling.

Fitz watched his only other male co-worker walk away and then focused his attention back to the small beautiful woman standing in front of him. She looked very pretty today wearing a red dress and black boots. The look resembled a modern day Mrs. Claus. He instantly wanted to kiss her again. They were standing there staring at each other lost in their own thoughts when he finally blurted out, "where's your class?"

Thank god he had spoken up. Thoughts of sitting on his lap and kissing him had invaded her mind. She had to get those mental pictures out of her head while she was at work. "Uhhhh, library. They are buying things in the Santa store and my parapro offered to stay with them so I could go get some coffee."

Fitz looked at her empty hands but said nothing. "Mine are going down there after lunch."

"Can we go to lunch now, Mr. Grant?" one of his kids impatiently asked. "We're starving."

"Yea go ahead. But behave yourselves!" he warned as they rushed towards the cafeteria. Trying to sound casual, he looked at Olivia and said, "you look nice today."

"Thank you. Tis the season to wear red." The truth was she wanted to get his attention and was glad it had worked.

"We just have to get through the rest of this week and then we are free for two weeks." he sighed. Maybe thoughts of her wouldn't constantly plague his mind if he didn't see her every day? He knew that was as unlikely as Christmas Day being hit with a front as hot as the Sahara Desert, but it was good to hope.

"I am so ready for staying up late and sleeping in later." Olivia admitted.

He smiled at her. "Can I walk with you to get coffee? I could use a cup myself."

"Yea, of course." she replied and the two of them fell into step side by side.

"Have you bought your gift for the name you..." His words were cut off as Olivia suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him into a dark room. She shut the door behind them and turned to look up at him. They were in the janitor's closet and he had no idea why. "What the hell are we doing in here?"

She never answered his question. She just stood there looking up at him silently. The heavenly smell of his cologne filled the room. Even in this small darkened space his blue eyes sparkled. How was that possible? Why did he have to be so fucking sexy all of the time? She wanted him like she had never wanted another man before.

"Livvie?" Fitz said quietly. It appeared that a thousand things were going through her mind right now, but he didn't have a clue what half of them were. The other half seemed pretty transparent as she looked at his mouth and licked her lips. He wondered if she was waiting for his permission? Or an invitation? Or if she was trying to talk herself out of whatever mysterious things she planned to do to him in the confines of this small space? He wasn't going to give her time for that. "Whatever it is, just do it."

She instantly sprang into action. Using all of her strength Olivia roughly pushed him up against the wall, knocking over a mop in the process, and attached her lips to his. She had missed his lips being on hers and had been fooling herself to thinking she hadn't. They felt as great as she remembered.

Fitz's arms quickly came around her waist and he held her tightly and gave as good as he got. Her body felt amazing and he wanted nothing more than to get it undressed and underneath his. For now, though he would settle for steaming kisses in the janitor's closet. Olivia's tongue slithered into his mouth to dance with his. Fuck, she was anxious though! He gripped her tighter and hoisted her up into his arms. Her legs came around him and her pretty red dress was up around her waist. Fitz took advantage of the moment and griped her tight little ass. That just made him want her even more. He groaned into her mouth.

His skilled tongue probed inside her mouth, making her want to know what it would feel like probing elsewhere. His hands kneaded her clothing covered flesh and made her want to get undressed for him. His heavy breathing told her that he was just as much into it as she was. She opened her eyes to peek at him.

And remembered that they were in a closet. At work. Feeling incredibly embarrassed, Olivia pulled her legs from around Fitz's waist with wide eyes.

Fitz felt her release her grip on him and opened his eyes to see humiliation on her face. "Don't do that." he whispered. "Not this time."

"Fitz, we are at work." she said in a panicked voice. "Put me down please."

He did as she requested but said, "I don't care."

"Well, you should! Anyone could open this door at any time. Like a student!" She straightened out her dress, shocked that she had practically dragged him in here in the first place.

He turned around and took a moment to adjust his hardening crotch. When he faced Olivia once again, she had her hand on the doorknob. He put his hand on top of hers. "Come to my place tonight. I want to see how well we fit together."

She chuckled. "Is that supposed to be a pun?"

He dipped his head to her neck and began planting little kisses along her collar bone. Fitz grinned when he felt her body begin to melt into his as Olivia craned her head away from his, giving him better access. He swiped his tongue across her soft skin and made a trail to her ear where he whispered, "mmmm," he growled. "There's only one way to find out."

Olivia spun around in his arms and attached her lips to his in a feverish kiss. A bell sounded in the hall outside the door and she broke the kiss. "Text me your address."

"That's not how this works." he explained.

Olivia gave him a confused look.

"I will pick you up at your place. Sayyyyy around six?"

Olivia nodded, still confused.

"And then I will bring you back home later on. It's how gentlemen operate." he informed her.

Olivia touched her lips to his once again, sliding her tongue into his mouth.

"But you...you make me forget that I am a gentleman."

She giggled at his candor. "Go to class, Fitz."

"Just one more kiss." he whispered through a grin and leaned down pecking her lips. "God, I love your mouth."

"Go!" she urged him. "Or you're gonna be late."

"Please be wearing this dress when I pick you up. I'm dying to take it off of you." he admitted.

Olivia shook her head grinning and opened the door.

She was putting the finishing touches on her make-up when a knock was heard from her front door. Olivia grinned at the reflection of herself in the mirror, knowing full well who it was. She dropped the lip pencil, knowing it was useless to have put it and the lipstick on in the first place, and went to answer the door.

Fitz was impatiently waiting outside of Olivia's door. It was seventeen degrees outside, but he hadn't even noticed the cold. The anticipation of getting Olivia to his house was enough to keep his blood overheated. The moment she opened the door, still wearing the red dress, he couldn't keep the grin off his face.

Olivia stepped back and told Fitz to come in so she could grab her coat and purse. The moment he stepped inside though, he put his hands on her waist, pushed the door closed, and captured her mouth in an intense toe curling kiss. He released her and said, "hi."

"Holy fuck. Hi to you too." she said as she opened her eyes.

He chuckled at her bluntness. "Let me help you with your coat and then we should go."

He unlocked his own front door fifteen minutes later and stepped in after Olivia. Fitz took her coat, hung it up, and showed her to the living room. "Would you like something to drink?" he offered.

"No, thank you." Olivia declined as she sat down in a chair.

Fitz put on some music that seemed to play throughout the house. Something slow and sexy. "You can't sit there." Fitz told her after watching her sit in a plush chair.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know. Where should I sit? The sofa?"

Fitz took her hand and pulled her towards the sofa and onto his lap. "This is your spot."

He was being awfully cute. "It is huh?"

He cupped her cheek and traced her lips with his thumb. "MmmHmm. Are you comfortable?"

Two could be cute. Olivia ground her ass into his crotch. "Very. Thank you."

Fitz's eyes practically crossed. "What made you pull me into that closet earlier?"

"I wanted to see if your beautiful blue eyes glow in the dark."

He smiled at her before leaning close and tracing the seam of her lips with his tongue. "Is that a fact?"

Olivia's head was already getting hazy. Her breathing was already getting heavier. This was going to be a long night. She nodded slowly.

Fitz dipped his head to her neck and began lightly sucking on the skin there. He sucked on her earlobe and asked, "So...do they?"

Fuck! What was he saying? She couldn't comprehend anything other than what his mouth was doing to her neck. "Hmmm?"

Fitz kissed his way from her ear to the corner of her mouth. Olivia turned her head to try to become involved in the kissing, but he pulled his head away from her and gave her a lopsided smile. "I asked if they do? Glow in the dark?"

"No. They don't. They are just boring blue eyes." she informed him in an unconcerned voice.

"These boring blue eyes are going to look at every inch of your incredibly gorgeous body tonight." He leaned close and touched his lips to hers, noticing that she immediately put her arms around his neck and opened her mouth for his tongue to slide inside. His grip on her became more possessive as the kiss became more intense.

She broke the kiss and Fitz was in her neck in an instant. She couldn't stop herself from writhing as he licked and sucked on her skin. "My mouth is going to taste all of you, Livvie. I am going to make you scream my name while I do."

She was well on her way to screaming his name just listening to what he wanted to do to her. If he was priming the pump, she was well on her way to exploding. She was about to tell him as much, when he suddenly stood up and reached a hand down for her to take. Confused, Olivia accepted it.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to drink? Have you had dinner yet? I could go into the kitchen and whip us up some..."

"Fitz?" she said, interrupting him.

"Yes?"

"I'm hungry, but not for food. I'm here for you to work my body over in as many creative ways as you can imagine because I want you just as much as you want me. Turn off the gentleman for the next few hours and fuck me up. The safe word is defiance."

He lifted one eyebrow. "Is that a character definition?"

Shegrinned at him. "No. Well, yes. But it's the name of the county in Ohio where I grew up. You're talking too much."

Fitz growled in his throat and backed her up against the wall, much like Olivia had done to him earlier in the day. He gripped her chin and kissed her hard. This kiss was nothing like any of their previous ones. This was primal, hungry, and anxious. She grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and reveled in his mouth assaulting hers. His hands roughly ran all over Olivia's body, stopping every so often to squeeze her skin.

Just as she was getting into this side of him, Fitz stopped. His hair was wildly going in every direction, his lips were slightly swollen, and he had a predatory determined look on his face. It was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen.

He put his hand on her stomach and said, "you stay right there and don't move. Or else."

"Or else what?" she just had to know.

"Move and you'll find out." he warned in a low voice.

It made her want to move instead of stay put. Olivia watched him get on his knees in front of her and lift the front of her red dress up to her waist. He breathed out one word almost reverently at the sight of her in her red lace panties. "Fuuuucccccck."

Olivia smiled down at the top of his head, happy in the knowledge that she had chosen well when she got home from work and changed her underclothing for something a little sexier. She wondered how long he would be mesmerized by them when she suddenly felt a harsh tug and heard a ripping sound. Olivia looked down to see his two hands gripping her once pretty now ripped to shreds panties. "What the hell was that all about?" She asked in a loud voice and taking a step closer to him.

Fitz put his hand firmly back on her stomach and pushed her back into place up against the wall. "I told you to stay put."

"If that's all you're gonna do when I move then I really don't care. Why did youuuuuuu..." The air was sucked from her lungs as Fitz leaned closely and ran his tongue along her center. Her legs almost buckled and she had to grip his head to keep from falling.

He pulled away quickly and looked up at her with a smirk. "You were saying?"

Olivia smirked back at him and moved again.

She heard him mumble, "smartass. I can't even enjoy the fucking view first." He stood up and threw her over his shoulder, causing her to shriek loudly. He smacked her ass sharply and carried her to his bedroom.

Once he had her there, Fitz set her on her feet and his long fingers reached behind Olivia's back and unzipped her dress while their mouths stayed fused together. She stepped out of the dress and was left standing in her red lace bra and black boots. Mrs. Claus my ass Fitz thought. No wonder Santa delivered everything in one night. He couldn't stand the thought of being away from his woman for longer than that.

Olivia made quick work of getting rid of Fitz's shirt.

"You're getting awfully handsy all of a sudden." He commented and spun her around, so her back was up against his chest and they were both facing his large bed. He moved her hair out of the way and dipped his head back into her neck, remembering the way her body responded the last time he was there. He got a surprise of his own when he felt small hands touching his belt and begin to unbuckle it. He looked down saying, "what the hell...?"

Olivia looked at him from over her shoulder. "You're taking entirely too long. I thought I'd help out."

"Go ahead and finish the job." he said mildly and watched her do so.

It made Olivia think maybe he had gone back to his passive ways. That was a mistake. The moment she finished with his belt Fitz grabbed both of her hands in one of his much larger ones and held them captive. His free hand went to her spine where he flicked open the clasp of her bra and none too gently pushed her face first into the mattress and held her there for a moment. "I swear to god, Livvie. If you move from that spot it will be so much worse for you than it's already going to be."

"I'm as naked as the day I was born, my ass is in the air, and my hands are being held hostage by you. How much worse could it really get at this point? I'm beginning to think that you are just full of empty threats." She chuckled lightly and started to stand up.

Fitz lined himself up to her opening and drove himself fully inside of her.

"Ohmygod!" She screamed and halted her movements.

"You...were saying?" he asked in a strained voice. "Something about empty threats?"

"Fuck, you are huge!"

"Do you need a minute?" He waited exactly two seconds and added, "you're not getting one." His hands went to her hips where he gripped her tightly, knowing she would have bruises but not caring. He listened but never heard the three syllabled safe word come from her mouth, and assumed she was enjoying his rougher side.

She felt amazing. Amazing wasn't a strong enough word for what she felt like, but all other words had escaped his brain at the moment. The two of them fit together perfectly and Fitz had no intentions of their joining ending any time soon. He just had to keep it together until they both found their explosive happy ending.

"Don't...ever...stop!" Olivia begged. "I need more."

"More?" Fitz asked. Where had this woman been his whole life?

"MORE! Faster and...Oh god...HARDER!"

Fitz picked up the pace and started rapidly thrusting his hips, watching as part of his body disappeared inside part of hers. It was such a turn on for him to see. His grip became harder and his thrusting followed suit.

The sounds coming from Olivia were almost inhuman. At times Fitz wondered if he was hurting her and at other times, he worried she wasn't enjoying herself. Her panting grew shallower and her hands had a death grip on the sheet. He assumed that she was close to losing it and kept going.

After a few more minutes, she still hadn't reached her peak. Fitz reached around to her center and began rubbing furious circles on her bundle of nerves. "Let go! Right fucking now, Livvie!" he commanded.

It was all too much for her to hold back any longer and Olivia sobbed out his name. He gave her no time for her body to come down from the high place it had just jumped from. He continued hammering into her until he quickened his furious pace, grunted, and jumped too. He dropped down onto his bed like felled timber.

He and Olivia were both breathing heavily and neither one of them were moving at all. The only sound in the room was the two of them gasping for air like oxygen starved geriatric patients. "That was absolutely fucking phenomenal."

Fitz turned his head in her direction and grinned. He reached a hand out to her and she slithered over and curled herself into his side. "It really was." she agreed. "Who would have ever thought that Mr. Grant is a sexual artist full of sexy threats?" She grinned at him before pressing her lips to his. "I can hardly wait for round two."

"That is gonna have to wait just a few minutes." he replied grinning back. He ran his hand up and down her hip. "Who would have ever thought that Miss Pope was packing this sexy little body underneath all of those pretty clothes? Seriously, your body is perfection."

Olivia picked her head and said, "that ginormous gift you just shared with me needs its own zip code!"

"I'm going to get a drink. Do you want anything?" he asked.

"I'm kind of hungry now that you mention it."

Fitz propped his head on his open palm and said, "I thought you were hungry but not for food?"

"Shut up and feed me." she giggled.

Fitz threw her the button up dress shirt he had worn to work that day. Olivia put it on, but it was way too big on her small frame. He rolled up the sleeves for her and informed her she could only do up one button on the shirt. She chose the very bottom one to keep his eyes from roaming over her body. Unfortunately, her top half kept randomly poking out of the front of the shirt, giving Fitz plenty to look at and touch and even taste.

Fitz cooked some kind of pasta meal while Olivia wandered his house in his shirt. She found his book collection and was surprised at the number of them that he owned. She picked a few of them up from his bookshelves and looked them over. A few that she looked at were signed by the author, there was a first edition, as well as other various things that made the books special to him for whatever reason. Olivia realized that giving him the gift of a book was going to be a lot more difficult than she figured.

Later on, he tried to get her to stay the night with him, but she refused saying she hadn't brought any clothes. Fitz drove her home not long before the sun came up and made her promise to call him on her way to work, which she did.

That afternoon at school, Olivia and the other eleven teachers who made up her group of twelve performed their skit; along with all of the other groups. It was a fun way to spend the end of the school day and the students loved all of the performances.

Just one day left of school until the Christmas break.

The following night was a wild, sexy, and exhausting repeat performance of the previous one. But this time Olivia planned ahead, at Fitz's insistence, and stayed with him all night. Not a lot of sleep was had but surprisingly, both of them felt completely invigorated when the alarm went off for them to begin the joy of getting ready for the day.

The faculty met back in the cafeteria before school started to enjoy their gift swap before school started. The principal brought doughnuts and coffee was made for everyone to enjoy during the gift giving process. When it was Olivia's turn, she stood up and went to get her gift from under the tree and handed it to a surprised Fitzgerald Grant.

"You had my name?" he asked in a shocked voice.

"I did. You seem...surprised?"

"I'm usually very good at guessing who gets my name every year. I have to be honest and say I didn't see this coming." Fitz admitted.

"Maybe I'm better than you are at this game?" she teased him in front of everyone.

"We all now know she's a better dancer than you are." someone said with a laugh.

He took his time and unwrapped the three small gifts, still reeling at learning that Olivia had been his secret Santa. The first gift was a pair of socks that had titles of great books written all over them in neatly typed font. He grinned and looked them over, reading the titles he was very familiar with.

The second wrapped treat was a lot heavier. Upon opening it, Fitz learned it was a banned books heat reactive mug. All over the side of the mug words were crossed out. They were titles of books that have been challenged or banned in the United States. But when you add a hot drink into the mug the censored marks disappear. Fitz loved this gift a couldn't wait to use it.

The third gift was a lot heavier than the other two and in another bag. Setting the two much smaller gifts back inside the bag, he set it on the floor to concentrate on the last item. He unwrapped it and found a set of monogrammed bookends inside. "Wow" he whispered reverently. "This is ...Wow! It's great. Thank you so much, Liii...Olivia."

She smiled at him and said, "you're welcome." Glancing up at the clock, she realized that there were only eight more hours until the school day was over. In eight and a half hours she would have him completely undressed and he would be saying very specific things to her or touching her in a way that made her quiver or warning her about what not to do. Wondering how the day would end made it go by faster. But...in the off chance that it started to drag on slowly, Olivia decided she would pull his tall sexy ass into a nearby closet for some kisses.

New relationships were so much fun. And while this one was already off to a great start, Olivia felt like it had what it took to last a very, very long time. She was excited to see just how long it would last. And it all started out because of Christmas.

Prompt submitted by Felicia

Written by Sucker4Scandal

#Olitz for the Holidays #Olitz Secret Santa #Hot For Teacher #Holiday!Olitz #prompts

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