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bloatedandalone04 · 4 months

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Bring in the New Year - Part 2

➪the one where you and hayden enter a new year together.

Warnings: swearing, smut, fluff, unprotected sex, public sex, hair pulling, marking, alcohol consumption, soft dom hayden

Word Count: 2.6k | Part 1

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The loud music was almost deafening, and Hayden started looking for the nearest exit so he could escape the noise.

He pushed his way through the crowd of people, receiving a few light slaps to his back as he neared the sliding glass door. While this wasn’t his first New Years party, not by a long shot, he still felt a bit anxious about how many people were around him.

A family friend of his had thrown the party at his new apartment that was on the twenty fourth floor of the building, and of course Hayden was invited to it. He wasn’t much of a party fan, but didn’t mind that this was his second one this month, the first one being the Christmas Eve party.

Once he was out on the balcony and set his drink aside, he braced his hands on the railing and took a few deep breaths. It was the end of one of the best years of his life; he moved into a house instead of looking at another apartment, he got engaged and he got a dog.

He accomplished so much, and he was beyond excited to see what the new year brings.

The balcony was abandoned except for him, and the dark sky looked beautiful in contrast to the tall, lit-up buildings that surrounded this one. The small light above the sliding door was dimmed, basking the surrounding area in darkness, and he was sure that no one inside was paying attention to him.

Well, maybe one person was.

The door opening and closing and the sound of heels walking towards him was all Hayden could hear, so he wasn’t caught off guard by the pair of arms that abruptly wrapped around his waist from behind. He didn’t need to hear your voice to know it was you as your vanilla perfume was more than enough for him to be able to relax in your embrace.

You run your nose along the back of his neck before kissing behind his ear, your heels allowing you to actually reach him since he was a lot taller than you when you weren’t wearing them. “Baby,” you hummed, running your hands up and down his front.

Hayden leaned back against you, pressing his back to your chest as he turned his head to look at you. “Hi, sweet girl,” he greeted you, placing his hands over yours that were resting on his abdomen. “Are you having fun?”

You hum again, kissing his cheek now that he gave you easier access to it. “I’m having fun trying out all the drinks in your friend’s alcohol cabinet,” you answer as you press your body closer to his. “I just missed my fiancé, missed my man.”

He could hear the seductiveness in your voice and knew all the drinking and dancing you’ve been doing since the two of you arrived had put you in the mood. Still, he was raised to be a gentleman. “Your man, huh?” He laughed, turning his head a bit more so he could look at your eyes. “Are you drunk, pretty girl?”

You give him a sheepish smile as you shake your head, running the tip of your nose along his jaw afterwards. “No,” you answer, raking your hands up his arms and gripping his biceps. “I’ve only had a few sips here and there.”

Hayden’s lips break out into a grin as he turns around completely and brings his hands up to either side of your face. His thumbs trace the curve of your jaw as he leans in and connects your lips in a searing kiss.

You return the kiss with a sense of need, gripping the side of his neck with one hand while the other tangles in his hair. You run your tongue along his bottom lip before pulling away and walking backwards, tugging him along with you as you pick up his discarded drink.

Bringing the rim of the glass to your lips, you sip on the drink while keeping eye contact with him. You swallow and lick the access booze from your red lips as you hand him the drink, and you watch with dark eyes as he finishes it off and sets it down again. He had a much higher tolerance to alcohol than you did, so he was nowhere near being drunk, despite him having more to drink than you did.

You press your lips together as you pull your hand from his and tug his shirt free from where he had tucked it into his jeans. Hayden laughs under his breath as he stares down at you, both your and his hair blowing in the cool wind. “C’mon, baby,” he coaxed, taking your chin in between his thumb and index finger. “Let’s go back to the party. We can say goodbye and then I’ll take you home.”

His own words sounded good to him, but you just shake your head and pull him with you to the dark corner of the balcony that was a few feet from the glass sliding door. If Hayden moved a step or two to his left, he would be able to clearly see into the apartment, but you didn’t seem to care at all. “I want you, Hayden,” you mumbled, your fingers beginning to unbutton his white dress shirt. “Here, now. Right now.”

Your lips peppered kisses along the base of his throat, then you trailed your mouth down to his chest. “You’re something else,” he comments as he braces his forearm against the wall above your head. He takes your left hand in his right one and observes a certain finger that had recently accepted a ring. “Ever since I put a ring on you, you’ve been so needy for me.”

You whine as you press a kiss to his lips, slipping your arms around his body and running your hands down his bare back. “Can you blame me?” You asked, lifting one leg and wrapping it around his waist. “You want to spend the rest of your life with me, how can I not want you all the time after you asked me to marry you?”

Hayden laughed, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt but leaving it on. “I told you a long time ago that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you,” he pointed out, bunching up the fabric of your silver dress. “A ring really made it clear to you?”

You grin up at him. “Yes,” you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck as he presses his front to yours. “You want me to be your wife. I’m gonna be your wife.”

He laughs again, kissing along your exposed shoulder. “It’s all hitting you now, huh? Are you sure you’re not drunk?” He teased and you shook your head again.

“I just love you so fucking much,” you reply, clinging onto him by his shirt and hair. “And I want you so bad.”

Hayden effortlessly picks you up, making you squeal a bit as you hold onto him. “Right now?” He asked, knowing damn well what your answer is. You glance over to your left and feel your heartbeat quicken at the height you are currently at, and the fact that your feet were no longer touching the ground had your grip on him tightening. “Right here?”

Though you were a tad scared to have no real grip on anything other than him right now, and the fact that your life is literally in his hands as you were a mere few inches from the railing, the thrill of it all only added to your lust. You nod and bite your lip, your mouth quickly being covered by his afterwards. “Right here,” you confirm against his lips. “Please, Hayden, fuck me right where anyone can see.”

Hayden cursed under his breath, gripping the backs of your thighs and pressing his hard-on against your core. “You’re filthy, you know that?” He muttered as he pulled your dress up above your hips. “You want me to fuck you when any one of our friends could walk out and see us?”

Really, the people inside should be the last of his concerns as anyone in the surrounding buildings would easily be able to see you if they were to simply glance out their windows, but he really didn’t care much.

“And don’t stop even if they do,” you challenge him, earning a throaty groan from him. “Please, baby, I need you so bad.”

He knew that. He could feel the damp spot on your panties as he pushed them aside and gently sunk two of his fingers knuckle-deep into your welcoming heat. “I’ll fuck you,” he stated, not surprised that you had completely turned him on without even really trying. He came out here to get some air and to be away from the craziness, and now here he is; a mere few seconds away from fucking you against the wall of his friend’s new balcony.

“Please,” you whimpered, tangling your hands in his hair that was quickly becoming messier by the minute.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised, bracing your body against his thigh as he unzipped his jeans. Once he freed himself, he pressed you right up against the wall and wrapped your legs securely around his waist before teasing your clit with his tip. “I always do, don’t I?”

You nod desperately, bucking up against him at the barely-there friction he was creating. “You do, Hayden,” you fed into his ego without a care in the world. “Always fuck me so good.”

He grinned at you, his usually sweet and sometimes shy girl who had turned into a needy and desperate mess for him. You wanted him so bad, and he was more than happy to give himself to you whenever you ambushed him like this.

If you needed him in the middle of a party on a twenty fourth floor balcony, then so be it.

“Hold onto me, baby,” he ordered and you obliged immediately, locking your ankles together and grabbing a firm hold on his shoulders. You moan as soon as he enters you, your walls taking every inch of him until he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, looking down at where you two connected. As he began to slowly fuck into you, proving that he also didn’t really care much for being quick so you weren’t caught, you bite down harshly on your kiss swollen lip. “Oh, fuck.”

Hayden leaned in and sucked a mark onto the skin of your collarbone, your strapless dress giving him perfect access to every inch of your shoulders. “You’re so tight,” he grunted, wondering how you managed to stay as tight as you were the first time he took you like this. No matter how many times he fucks you, your walls stay impossibly tight and have to stretch around him every single time. “So good for me.”

“Hayden,” you moan a bit louder, clinging onto him tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he instantly says back, holding your hips in a firm grip as he practically fucks you into the wall. “Love you so much. You’re so good, letting me fuck you like this when we could get caught at any second.”

It was true. The door wasn’t locked, and there were hundreds of people in that apartment. He could hear them every time they passed by the balcony, and you both knew that any one of them could easily walk out and catch you in the sinful act you are currently taking part in.

“We’re gonna miss the countdown because you couldn’t wait until we got home to jump on me,” he teased and your face burned in a deep blush. He says that, but really is just as bad as you are. He had gotten hard as soon as your mouth touched his, and he knew he would’ve been walking around the party with you pressed to his front so he could hide his erection if he didn’t take care of it now.

Though you were quickly beginning to lose yourself in his quick and hard thrusts, you were still coherent enough to say, “You want me, too, don’t even try that right now,”

Hayden laughs, kissing the mark he left on your shoulder before meeting your lust-filled gaze. “Of course I want you,” he rasped. “I want you all the time, baby.”

You moaned loudly and though he knew it wasn’t likely that you could be heard over the loud music, Hayden still looked over and glanced inside the apartment.

The guests were still chatting amongst themselves and seemed to not notice the absence of the two of you, making Hayden smirk as he quickened his pace. While no one was aware of what you were doing, he still had to be a bit quick about it as it was nearing twelve in the morning, and as soon as the new year began, he knew people would start looking for him and you.

With your back pressed up against the wall and your front pressed up against his chest, you were powerless as you squirmed in his arms. Your hand grips the back of his head and you connect your lips in a deep kiss. “I’m close,” you warn as you clench helplessly around him.

“Already?” He mocked and you blushed even more. “You really did need me, huh?”

“Hayden,” you whine, trying to buck your hips and meet his thrusts, but you were only able to move a couple of inches. “Don’t tease me.”

“‘M not teasing you, sweet girl,” he promised, kissing you softly for further effect. “I’m giving you what you need, aren’t I?”

You nod quickly, gripping him tighter just as you hear the guests begin to countdown from ten. “Hayden,” you moan, raking your hands through his hair as your high quickly approaches. “Come with me, baby.”

Hayden groans quietly, your relentless pulling on his hair making his own high creep closer. “Is that what you want?” He asked, sliding his hands higher so they’re gripping your ass. “You want to come together?”

You nod again, clenching tightly around him as the guests chant out a ‘five, four, three,’.

“Come on then, baby,” he crooned, his tip brushing against your sweet spot with every thrust. “Come with me, come for me.”

You moan loudly as you do just that, clamping down around him as you come hard and fast. Your warmth floods around him, coaxing Hayden’s release as well. He lets out a string of deep groans as he continues to fuck you through your highs, the loud cheering from inside as the new year began being tuned out almost completely.

You practically fall limp in his arms as he gently sets you down, his grip on you never faltering as he holds you steady on your shaky legs. Both your and his hair were a mess, and your lips were wet and puffy, but you both wore dumb grins on your faces at what you just did.

Hayden pulls your dress back down as you button his shirt up with nearly numb fingers, and you couldn’t help but joke at the event that had just taken place. “Now we can say we started our year with a bang,” you say and Hayden rolls his eyes as he smooths out his hair and wipes away the lipstick that had smudged on your chin. “Happy New Year.”

He smiles at that, leaning down to kiss you. “Happy New Year, sweet girl,” he said back, taking your hand in his once you were both looking presentable again.

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firstdivisiongirl · 5 months

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Hiiioo!! Can I have trafalgar law with #13? Fluff and fem reader. Thanks 🎄

Hi and Merry (Early) Christmas. This was a little hard at first. These were two things that didn’t seem to go together, but hopefully I gave you something you will love. Enjoy!

Day 16: Law - Santa is Real, Who Do You Think Brings the Presents?

It was Christmas time, which meant everyone on the Polar Tang (even Law begrudgingly) was decorating. Since you were all busy being a pirate crew, you waited till Christmas Eve to decorate.

You noticed Bepo leaving the port hole open, and whenever someone came over to close it, he told them not to. “Hey Bepo,” you said, approaching him, “we should probably close the port hole. We don’t want a draft to come in or anything.”

“No,” he yelled, blocking you from going up the metal ladder to close it, “we have to let Santa get in! If we don’t leave it open, he’ll skip the submarine.”

“Oh honey, Santa isn’t real.”

“Of course, Santa is real, who do you think brings the presents?” Law, you boyfriend, injected into your conversation, “Bepo, can I borrow Y/N for one minute?”

Bepo nodded and Law led you into his room, which was covered in shiny silver tinsel. You assumed Bepo did it based on the fact that if anyone else went in his room, they’d be dead.

“Bepo doesn’t know about Santa, so we do this. Just go along with it.”

“Why not just tell him?”

“I can’t see him cry. It’s one of my biggest weaknesses. That and your puppy dog eyes.”

You understood his reasoning. Seeing Bepo cry was your biggest weakness as well. A bright idea popped into your head. “Hey Law, you know I love you right? I have a plan. You in, honey?” you asked with puppy dog eyes. He sighed loudly, “I don’t like the sound of this.”

You and Bepo were up all night, the only light coming from the hundreds of Christmas lights and the starlight coming from the porthole door. You convinced him that if you saw Santa, that you’d believe. It was currently 1AM. Bepo was so excited! He was going to meet Santa!!!! Not the fake Santas at the different ports, but the actual Santa.

Suddenly, someone started to climb through the porthole. A pair of old black leather boots and a red velvet suit came down the ladder and into the Polar Tang.

“Ho ho ho,” said the man, jolly as can be, “looks like my biggest fan came to say hello this year. I have a lot of presents for everyone on the ship. Even that grumpy, annoying and beautiful nonbeliever.”

“Oh my god Santa! Look, I told you he was real!”

You giggled, “I can see that Bepo. Looks like you proved me wrong! Now, go get some sleep, Bepo. I need to apologize to Santa.”

You walked up to the white bearded man, as Bepo disappeared into the distance and into his room. You two checked to make sure the coast was clear. “Good job. Looks like your Whitebeard impression really did come in handy for once, Captain.”

The man started to take his beard off, revealing Trafalgar Law, “you owe me big time for this! You’re lucky I love you!”

“I know! Thank you Law. I think we made this the best Christmas for him. I should get some sleep. You have a lot of presents to deliver, Santa.”

“I take it back…you annoy me more than Kid and Luffy combined.”

Please do not copy, modify, translate, repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs or likes are highly appreciated!

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heavyhitterheaux · 5 months

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I'll Be Home For Christmas

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

Synopsis: It’s your first Christmas in Atlanta after moving back with Jack, and you become upset when Jack tells you that it'll be a white Christmas that'll be spent in Atlanta and not in Louisville

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: @hoodharlow 💖

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I'll be home for Christmas, If only in my dreams

The clock had struck 9 at night as you had finished packing your suitcase, ultimately having to sit on it to get it to close as you started to make your way to the front door of the apartment that you shared with your husband and best friend.

This was your first holiday season in Atlanta, and you and Jack quickly decided that the both of you wanted to go home to Louisville to be with both of your families and decided to drive on the 22nd of December. Although you did still have family in Atlanta, you wanted to be with your parents and sister.

Urban had left two days earlier since Jack had a few things to finish up and instead of having to wait for the two of you, Jack just told him to go and that the two of you would meet him there.

You were halfway to the front door as Jack was watching the news and the weather segment was on and it looked to you that he was deep in thought. He turned around once he heard you and simply sighed.

“Um, babe?”

“Yes? Are you done packing? We have to stop for snacks too. I definitely need gummy bears.”

“Princess, I don't think we're going anywhere any time soon.”

This stopped you in your tracks as you looked up at him with confusion written across your face.

“Boo bear, what are you talking about?”

“It's supposed to be a bad snowstorm the time that we're supposed to leave and they said driving isn't a smart idea.” Jack quietly muttered and he could see your heart breaking in front of him.

“With how much snow they're calling for, there is no possible way that we're going to make it to Louisville.”

“But…”

“I know, babe. But I'd rather have us be safe.” Jack said as he noticed that your eyes started to water and immediately got up from the couch to pull you into a hug.

“Well, what are we supposed to do now?” You asked as you hugged him tighter before looking up at him.

“We're going to make the best of it and start our own Christmas traditions. Just because we aren't with our families, doesn't mean we're not a family. We're a family of two, aren't we?” Jack asked while looking at you and placing a kiss on your forehead as you nodded.

“I know you're upset, but we're going to make the best out of this. We have about an hour before it starts, so why don't we go to the store and get ingredients to make cookies? We can also make your mom's cheesecake and we can decide what we actually want to eat on Christmas.” You heard him suggest and you simply nodded.

You decided that you needed to change your attitude, because you were getting to spend Christmas with your favorite person in the world.

The two of you set out to the grocery store and got the ingredients for both the cookies and cheesecake and on the way there, the two of you were trying to decide what to actually make for Christmas dinner. You wanted to go the traditional route with what your mom would usually make, while Jack said that he would be satisfied with just having pizza which instantly made you roll your eyes.

The two of you compromised and decided to make homemade pizza on Christmas Eve along with the cookies while saving the more traditional dinner for Christmas day along with the cheesecake.

Later that night once you knew Jack was asleep, you sent a quick text to your mom as well as Maggie so that they would know not to expect either of you and also mentioned that as soon as you and Jack were able to do so, that you would make your way to Louisville, hopefully before the new year set in.

You were currently in front of the Christmas tree in the living room, wrapping presents for Jack and A Christmas Story was playing in the background when you heard his footsteps.

“Stop right there, Harlow.”

“What the? Baby, why are you up? It’s two in the morning.”

“I’m wrapping your gifts. I couldn’t do it while you were sitting next to me earlier, so I had to wait until you fell asleep.” You quickly answered while placing the last piece of tape on the wrapping paper that held a new pair of New Balance 550’s for him since you knew that those were his favorite.

“Princess….”

“Yes?”

“I thought I told you not to get me anything.”

“And did you honestly think that I was going to listen? It’s our first Christmas in Atlanta. I obviously had to do something. I don’t think that I went that overboard.” You said while looking at the ten plus gifts that you had already wrapped that were sitting under the tree with Jack’s name on it.

“I…. literally everything under the tree on the left has my name on it.”

“Hmm, okay so maybe I did but seeing the look on your face will be worth it.” You replied while getting up and tightly hugging him as he leaned down to place a kiss on top of your head.

“Well, if that’s the case, you need to go to sleep so that I can wrap your gifts.”

“Can I get a sneak peek? Or a hint?”

“No, you didn’t let me get one, so why should you?”

“You didn’t even ask. Closed mouths don’t get fed.”

“Well my answer is no, so to the bedroom you go.” You knew that he wasn’t going to budge so you simply just rolled your eyes and walked into the direction of your shared bedroom.

On Christmas Eve, the two of you were in the kitchen as you were pouring the brownie batter into the pan that you decided to make at the last minute while Jack was sitting at the island and licking the spoon.

“Hmm, this tastes almost as good as you do. Almost.”

“Will you behave for five minutes?” You asked while turning towards him and rolling your eyes while trying not to laugh.

“Behave? Me? I’m always on my best behavior.”

“Never mind. You are literally the most unserious person that I know.”

“I’m serious when I have you screaming when I’m knee deep in those guts.”

“JACKMAN!”

“What?!? Did I lie?”

“Help me make this pizza that you were practically begging for and cut the shit.”

“As long as I get to have you for dessert.”

All you did was stare at him before turning around and grabbing the ingredients from the fridge.

Once Christmas morning hit, it was around 5 AM and you were already bouncing off the walls. You looked out the window to see that it had snowed even more overnight and quickly decided that the two of you would definitely be making a snowman later in the day to add to the one that you had done the night before.

“Baby…” You said poking Jack’s cheek, but he quickly swatted your hand away.

“Five more minutes.”

“Uh no. I want for you to open your gifts and see what I got you. Move it Harlow.” You quickly responded as you pulled the comforter off of him which quickly had him open his eyes to roll them at you.

“And I thought you weren’t a morning person?” He asked as you made your way to stand in front of him.

“I’m not, but everyone is a morning person on Christmas, so come on.” You simply grabbed his hand as the two of you made your way to the living room and sat down in front of the tree and display of presents.

“Okay, open this one first.” You said while handing Jack a small box that he quickly held up to his ear and shook.

“Hmm, I already told you not to get me anything and this better not have been a lot of money.”

“Will you just stop being a grinch and open it?!”

Once Jack opened it, he was in awe at the sight before him.

It was a simple necklace that had KY hanging from it and he couldn’t help but to get the biggest smile on his face.

“That way, you have a little piece of home wherever you may go in the world.” You said as Jack then leaned over to kiss your cheek, making you smile.

“Thank you, baby. I already know that this is my favorite gift that you have given me.”

“But, you haven’t even opened half of them yet!”

“Doesn’t matter, I know that this one takes the cake. And I need you to open this one first, I definitely think that this one would be your favorite.”

Jack had handed you a decent sized box and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out what was in it, simply because you didn’t even ask him for anything that would require a box that was this big.

Once you started ripping off the wrapping paper, you simply gasped when you saw the words Birkin written in the middle of the box.

“Jackman Thomas Harlow, no you FUCKING didn’t…..”

“Y/N Y/M/N Harlow, yes I did.”

“But….”

“You have been obsessed with them since forever and I made it up in my mind at the beginning of the year that no matter what I had to do, my wife was going to see a Birkin under the tree this year. And there will be many more to come after this one.”

“This means a lot to me, so thank you.” You told him as you placed it back inside the box and moved it to the side to get to your other presents.

“Now, what’s next?”

It was around 11 PM when both of you were cuddling on the couch with It’s A Wonderful Life was playing on the screen in front of you as the two of you were sipping on eggnog and the different desserts that you had made over the last two days.

“How did we do for our first Christmas by ourselves?” Jack asked as he looked over at you and all you did was smile.

“I think we did good. We’re still married and the apartment is still in one piece.”

“Wait… were we not still supposed to be married?”

“Yes, Jackman. Relax. I just…. When you first told me that we weren’t going to be able to go home I was really upset, but I quickly changed my attitude because is there a better way to spend Christmas than with your favorite person in the entire world?”

“No, definitely not and I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. You’re the love of my life if you didn’t realize it by now and the only things that I want to do is love you unconditionally, provide for you, and keep you safe.”

“And I think that you’re doing an amazing job. No complaints on my end.” You said as you quickly reached over to kiss him.

“I figured you would say that since I got you a Birkin.”

“My answer would have been the same even without the Birkin!”

“I… I’ll let it go for now.” Jack responded as he grabbed another brownie and broke it in half giving you one.

Jack didn’t even finish eating his half as he quickly jumped up, leaving you confused.

“Babe?”

“Hold on, I forgot that I had one more gift for you.” He yelled as he made his way to your bedroom down the hall. Once he came back, he placed a blue jewelry box that you recognized being from Tiffany’s in your hand and you simply eyed him.

“You have gotten me more than enough.”

“And? Open it.”

You then came face to face with the most beautiful pair of diamond earrings that you had ever seen and quickly felt your eyes start to water.

“Baby….”

“I promised you when I got signed that I would buy you a pair of diamond earrings so I figured that it was about that time. Merry Christmas Mrs. Harlow.”

“Merry Christmas to the best husband that I could ever ask for.”

"And one more thing, babe."

"Hmm?"

You looked up to see Jack hanging a mistletoe over the two of you and you quickly tackled him while placing kisses all over his face.

"This is the best Christmas ever."

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yuyu1024 · 4 months

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One and only

Pairings: San x Y/N

Genre/tags: established relationship, mafia

Warning: fluff but still 🔞 smut/angst, unprotected sex, cursing, semi public, pet names, jealousy, clingy, mention of blood and death, blowjob/handjob [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.4k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: posted this during holidays🎄⭐️ but i deleted my acct bcoz of stupiditttyyyyy? 🙃 anyways... almost done reposting my one shots. I'll try to post my short series soon.

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It's holiday season. Everyone you know are all busy preparing for the coming christmas. Your friends are busy buying gifts for their love ones and they are also excited planning all their trips or dates with their each own special someone. Whilst you on the other hand, you are not planning anything.

"Y/n, what are you going to do this christmas?" One of your friend asks

"I'll be visiting my parents on the 25th." You answer

"That's all?" She asks

"Do you want to come with us? My family are going on a staycation on this fancy hotel... I can ask them if I could bring you." The other friend suggested

"No... it's fine. I'll be at home. I deserve a break too from all the work I've been doing..." you answer

"I get it... you deserve it yes.. but... are you not sad you are not spending Christmas eve with someone...?" The first friend ask

"Even a date?" The other one adds. "You know... if you only accept the guys wanting to take you on a date or atleast get to know you... I'm sure you have a boyfriend now."

You laugh at how worried they are with you spending Christmas eve alone.

"I'm fine. I'm happy."

Being the "single one" in your friendship group is nothing new. It's not that you don't want to meet anyone or get to know someone but it's just that you are not actually single. None of them knows that you have been dating this guy for quite some time now.

You are not hiding him or your relationship because you are embarassed about him. You are just respecting his privacy and for safety reasons as well.

He is the son of the leader of the famous mafia in the country. Everybody knows their family. They fear them. Everyone thinks they are the most dangerous beings to exist. However little did they know, they only look mean as hell. But these men, all have hearts and kindess to help anyone in need. They just don't publicize the good things they do.

"Okay... whatever you say... just call us when you need someone to talk to when you feel alone."

"I'm fine girls... seriously... and enjoy your vacation. Don't mind me. Spend your time with your boyfriends and family... okay?"

"Okay." Both of them say at the same time.

"Great!"

Then after a few more minutes chatting with them your phone alarm buzzes. It's a reminder.

"Oh crap! I need to go now!" You say in a hurry. "I had to go to this shop my mother told me to go... I need to drop her gifts for her friend who's in the city for vacation."

"Okay... sure..." both your friend stands up and hugs you.

"Happy holidays! See you after more than a week." You say

"See you and stay safe! Be careful running in the snow okay? You are clumpsy." The first friend says

"I will."

"Bye!"

You wave goodbye one last time before running out of the coffee shop.

You are really in a hurry. It is true that you have to meet your mother's friend to give them the gift. You were supposed to meet the park near the hotel they're staying at. It's not that far from where you and your friends met so you just decided to walk from there.

Then while you are on the walk, you decides to text your lover to let him know where you will be at.

Y/N: I'll be at the park in front of Crescent Hotel. Meeting my mom's friend to give her present.

After sending the text, you put your phone in your sling bag and didn't checked if he read it or replied. You are in a hurry so it didn't crossed your mind.

"Y/n?" A motherly tone of voice calls your name as you just walk pass through the crowd to step foot in the vicinity of the park.

You turn around and see Mrs. Jung together with her son waving at you. Smiling, you carefuly run towards them and quickly hug Mrs. Jung. "Long time no see!"

"Indeed!" She hugs you back and pats your head. "Oh my gosh! You have grown... such a beautiful lady."

You shyly giggle as you can't accept the compliment very well. For you, you just look alright. Not as beautiful as your mother.

"It's been so long since you last came back..." you say

"Yeah. We didn't get the chance to come back the last two years. But we're here now." She says smiling

"By the way, this is mother's gift. She says sorry she can't give it to you personally. She's at the province now taking care of grandpa and grandma."

"Oh, it's fine. I understand. Tell them I wish them a happy holiday and good health."

"I will."

Then her son, Wooyoung, standing next to her greeys you. "Happy holidays."

"Happy holidays." You smile back.

You two then hug and pat each other's back.

Wooyoung and you are classmates in highschool. You two became friends because of your parents. Before you two would always have sleepovers so you could both play and watch movies together. But since they migrated abroad, you two became a little distant. Still friends but not as close as before.

Plus one factor that might've affected that is before he flew away, he confessed his feelings for you. That he liked you. However, you told him that even you like him too back then being highschool and being in a long distance relationship is not ideal for the both of you. It's sad but it is true. Especially bot of you were so young back then.

"You still as pretty as I remember." He says to you

"Stop!" You hit him on his arm. "You still compliment me like the way you used to in highschool." You say.

"You know I'm just being honest." He says, warmly smiling

"I know." And then you notice that he looks mature that from what you remembered seeing him two years ago when they last visited. "You look different."

"Well it's his married aura now." Mrs. Jung explains

"M-married?" You gasp looking at them two back and forth. "You got married?"

Wooyoung is smiling ear to ear. "Yes." He answers then showing his ring. "I got married to the love of my life just almost a year ago."

"Oh my gosh! Congratulations!" You jump and hug him again. "I'm so happy for you!" You clap as you let him go. "Is she with you guys?"

"Unfortunately no... she can't travel because she's just a few months pregnant and she's in bed rest."

"Married and soon to be father!" You are estatic. "What a blessing!"

"Thank you!" Wooyoung is so proud and happy about her wife and their soon to be child.

The catch up with the Jung's is so light and warm. They all have good things to talk about that excites you. It's been a while since you saw them and you are so happy that everything is great with them. Especially after them losing the father figure in their family. You are glad they are doing well.

****

An two hours later, you are on your way to your apartment building, carrying a few things you bought from the groceries that you need at home when you decided to check on your phone.

SAN: I thought you're meeting your mom's friend. Who is the guy you are hugging?

SAN: You hugged him not once but twice!

SAN: why are you touching his arm.

SAN: why are you laughing so much :(

SAN: who is he?????

SAN: baby

SAN: baby...........

SAN: stop talking him.

SAN: baby!

SAN: :(

SAN: you are leaning on to him?????

SAN: are you cheating on me in public?

SAN: HE HUGGED YOU

SAN: AGAIN

SAN: WHAT. IS. THIS.

SAN: baby!!

SAN: ㅠ_ㅠ

You snort a laugh as you read how he whines in his texts. You could hear him say all these even just from the messages. He's so jealous.

Y/N: where are you?

(No reply)

Y/N: okay...

Y/N: If you don't reply...

Y/N: you're not welcome to come inside my apartment again.

Y/N: bye~~~

You proudly smile after you sent the text. Coz you know San will immediately rush to get to you after reading your text.

However, what you didn't expect is that minutes later when you're about to turn to the corner of your building and about to get to the steps to the entrance, you notice a tall figute standing. It's San.

"You're not going to invite me in your apartment anymore?" He says his brows arching and lookinh down at you.

He's wearing something casual and comfy. A beanie, black fitted shirt and a grey sweat pants.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, "And why are you wearing so little clothes! It's cold!" I rush to him

"You said you will not welcome me in! So I ran!" He is sweating and you can see heat coming out of his body.

"Ran from where?"

He pouts. "There." He points at the black car parked across the street.

"I see... so... you were following me?"

"No." He looks away

"I thought we've agreed about me having one bodyguard... camouflaged as a normal civilian in a distant... why are you following me now?"

"I promise. I was not supposed to follow you..."

"But?"

He looks down and takes the the two shopping bag you are holding. "I miss you... I was at the gym when I received your text that you were going to meet a family friend..."

"And...?"

"And... I thought I could pick you up... give you a ride home after..."

"But...?"

He sighs, giving up. "Fine. I'm sorry. But I do swear... I went out because I really do miss you."

"Then if you do miss me....why just let me know... visit me... we can hang out."

"Sorry."

You chuckle as you see him lower his head even more. He's so cute when he's like this. A total 180degrees opposite of his charisma when he's in his mafia mode.

"So... you want to come in and stay?" You ask tilting your head to the side, searching for his face. "But if you have plans or things to do with work... it's fine. Beside, I'll be leaving tomorrow to visits my--"

"You're leaving?"

"Yes. I did told you about my grandpa being sick right?"

"Oh. Right."

Both of you then start to walk in the building. You want him to get inside quick and get warm since he forgot to bring a jacket with him.

People who you walk pass as from the lobby to the elevator are all looking sus as they see San. They must be thinking how crazy he is walking around with such little clothes during winter season.

But knowing San, even though people give him looks and judgements he does not give a fuck.

"Would you like a hot milk? Maybe hot coco or..." you ask as you both reach your apartment door enterimgg your pin. "a warm jacket to bring when you leave? You still have a few clothes here with me... the ones you left..."

Then as soon as you enter and the door beeps signaling its locked and closed, San drops the two shopping bag on the floor and cages you in between his arms.

"I've missed you." He mumbles into your ears.

You close your eyes, lean your head on his shoulder and allow him to embrace you tightly. "Me too."

"I'm sorry I've been away this past few weeks..."

"It's okay."

"I wish I could've helped you decorate your place."

"You're so sweet." You whirl around to face your lover. "I know you are really not into Christmas really... it's fine. I don't want to force you to do it every year with me."

"No..." he pulls you in closer and places his hand at the back of your head. "It's important to you... so I have to... you know you are my everything. And I will do anything to make you happy."

"Aww..." you lay your head on his chest. "You're the sweetest tough guy that I know."

He tenses a little. "I should be the only sweet and tough guy you know!"

You laugh at his reaction. Your lover is a jealous type and he does not know or even tries to hide it. You sometimes like to tease him about it.

"Hmm... I don't think so..." you let go of him and take the two shopping bags from the floor and go straight to the kitchen. "I know a few..." you add before you start unpacking the groceries

"Baby..." he follows you to the kitchen.

"I have classmate and still friends with are tough guys. They are sweet and kind too."

"Who? What do they do? Are you talking to them? I need to know details about them!" He is sulking

While you on the other hand, just enjoying his reaction. "Also... Wooyoung..."

"Who??!?"

"Wooyoung..." you repeat. "He's the first guy whoever protected me... from the bad guys..."

He goes silent.

"He protected me to the bullies in highschool. He's a cool guy. And....sweet."

He is though. Wooyoung is such a good person and reliable.

"Is that the guy from earlier?"

You nod as you finish the rest of the unpacking. "We finally saw each other after two years..."

"You knew him before me?" He sounds a bit hurt

"Yes. I know him since highschool." You answer before you walk out of the kitchen and finally removing your coat and scarf revealing your knitted top. "He migrated abroad with his family..."

"Is he your ex?" His face suddenly changes. He's not sulky anymore. He's more on the really jealous San now.

You appoach your lover, who's standing in the middle of the room, take his hand and kiss his knuckles.

"No..." you suddenly reasurre him. "Don't get jealous okay? He's a friend."

"But you hugged him... three times." He pouts

"Because I was so happy to see him plus he told me good news." You put your hands around his waist and give him a quick smooch on his lips. "He got married and expecting his first baby..."

"Oh." San's lips slowly curves into a smile.

"So... now you're smiling."

"Well..." his cheekbones show his happiness

"Why are you getting jealous all the time huh? You know you're my only lover..."

"They are a lot of hunters in this world baby. And you are one heck of a prey." He lowers his head, leaving delicate kisses on your jaw. "If only I could tell the whole world you are my queen...my everything... then boys will not try to hit on you."

"It's okay... and I don't care about those boys... I have you. My Sannie. You are all I need and want in my life."

"Aww baby..." his hands goes lower, cupping your ass with both hands. "I love you..."

"I love you too."

He hums and then nuzzles his face with yours. "Maybe I should stay for the night..." he smiles, "What do you think?"

"I think you should..." you whisper before crashing your lips to his.

The sweet smooch gets deeper the moment he opened his mouth and allowed you to explore your tongue in there.

The sound of your kisses echoes all throughout the apartment. Kisses that are longing and hungry. Kisses that are in duet with his whiny moans.

"Fuck." He smiles and looks at you with endearing eyes. "Baby, you're driving me insane!"

"Do I?" You kiss him again. Teasing him by sucking his lower lip before letting him go.

"Maybe let's have dessert first before we have dinner." He pulls you up and you automatically wrapped your legs around his hips. "I'll cook later... don't worry."

"I love desserts." You say

"Perfect."

He carries you from the living room to your bedroom. He slowly puts you down in bed, sitting, before he goes down to his knees so you're eye to eye.

"May I undress you?"

"Please..." you kiss him on his cheek. "My Sannie."

A grin forms on his lips. He starts from pulling your knitted sweater off, revealing your black bra filled with your plump breasts. Then his hands goes from your behind to unzip your skirt. You helped him by getting up a little so he can pull it down in a go.

"Hmm." He bow down his head and lay his cheek on your thighs.

"You're so warm..." you murmur. You placed your hand on his bare face.

"I'm warm because of you." He raise his head to look at you. "I am alive because of you."

"San..." you call his name and kiss his forehead.

The way San say you are his everything and his life can sound exaggerated to others. However for him, he meant it. And people will understand why he says it like that if they know the full story how he and you met.

***

You two met more than two years ago. You were on your way home from your work at night. You decided to drop by a pharmacy to buy your first aid kit supplies because you've ran out. You are clumpsy and usually hurt yourself when cooking so you always need it refilled from time to time.

And then while you were on your walk, under the pouring rain, you heard noises from a dark alley just a few blocks away from the pharmacy. At first you wanted to just ignore it but then the moment you saw the guys guys wearing baggy clothes and masks, you made sure you made a sound that will startle them thinking someone is coming. It was effective coz they fled. You saw them ran and you panicked but luckily they didn't hear or saw you. As you were hiding from across the street.

You waited a few minutes before completely running across to check who got hurt.

When you got there, San was on the floor. He was beaten up, sitting and his back leaning on the wall. His eyes were closed and not answering you when you asled him if he's fine so what you did was dial the hotline, for help.

However, after a few rings San abruptly grabs your phone and ends the call.

"What are you doing?" You asked, panicking. "We need to call the ambulance... or the police..."

"No." San insisted. "I can't go to a hospital."

"Why not? You're bleeding!"

Blood was running down the concrete and straight to the drainage.

"It's not deep." He mumbled

"What the heck? You are bleeding! You might die!"

He smiled at you even his face was bruised and his one eye barely opening. "If you keep talking loud... they'll come back. And then we'll both die."

You covered your mouth and looked around.

"Just help me get up and go to my car."

"Are you sure?" You say quietly

"Yes. I can't go to the hospital nor the police right now." He grunted as he tries to get up slowly. You helped him immediately. "I have my first aid kit in my car."

"I have to... in my bag." You said as you try to carry his weight, his arm around you.

"Good girl." He said.

You helped him with his cut. You are not the bravest person in the world but back then you managed to clean his cut, staple it, covered it with bandage and even helped him get into his new set of clothes.

Yeah, the day you first met San you already saw him naked. You were stunmed when he asked you to undress him completely especially when you saw his length up close and personal. But you forced yourself to be focus that time. And hurray to that you managed to undress and dress him.

"I'm sorry... this is our first time meeting..." he said, grunting in pain.

"It's fine. Glad I could help." You said as you finally relax beside him at the backseat.

"You're wet."

"Excuse me?" Your eyes widened, making laugh

"I meant... your clothes."

"Oh." You blushed so bad. Embarassed.

"I have one extra shirt. It's big enough to be your dress... if you want to..."

You didn't answered him.

"I'll look away. Promise."

"Okay. I don't want to get sick."

You picked the extra black shirt from his luggage. You started to undress the second he looked away. The car is heavily tinted and the parking lot is closed so no one is around except you two and his car. So you felt a bit at ease undressing even you should not.

Long story short. After that night, San became obsessed with you.

He thanked you hundred of times and made sure to get to know you. He thought he was doing all of it because he's just thankful. That's it. But then even just a stranger, when you almost got into trouble because of his life, he learn how important you are to him.

Since then San kept you safe. You have guards 24/7 and always around you. And because of that almost incident, you can't publicy reveal your relationship.

***

"Your scent...I love how you smell..." he murmurs. "It's the same scent I smelled when we first met." He kisses your skin in between your thighs.

Slowly he peels the thights off you revealing your cold skin.

"You're wet." He smiles again. Then kisses your stomach sending chills all over your body.

"Because of you..." you say as you lay your back on the bed.

He climbs on top of you slowly as he kisses every inch of skin. "My one and only..." he hums

"Your one and only..." you say before closing your eyes and absorbing all the sparky kisses he's giving you.

He pauses when he reached your shoulder so he can slip off his shirt, exposing his buff yet lean body.

"Look at me." He says

You open your eyes, seeing his pecks, firm arms and tight abs. "You're so beautiful..." you mumble

He leans back down so he could kiss you again. He sucks your tongue before he insert his to your mouth. Exploring every bits of you.

"Oh San..." you moan his name as you switch places with him.

You are now on top. Lips still attached to his whilst you unhook your bra and throw it on the floor.

You take his hand and make sure he gets a handful of you. "Damn..." he snarls looking down and admiring your bouncy breast.

"I love it when you touch me." You breathe as you watch him enjoy squishing your boobs while you move your hips, making sure your clothed wet core is rubbing over his still covered dick.

"You sound naughty..." he smirks, reaching for another kiss.

"Only for you." You kiss back.

Everything is going smoothly and steamy between you two. You continue to make out and enjoy every bits of moment you can have. Not until San's phone rings.

"Oh for fuck's sake." He throws his head back, frustrated.

"Answer it. It might be important..." you say as you stop kissing and licking his peck.

"I'll make it quick." He says before he picks up the call. "Yes?" His voice changes in seconds. Firm and husky.

You don't mind him working like being on meetings or doing phone calls when you are together. You understand his job. All that matters to you is, he's with you.

***

The call have now passed 15minutes. You are starting to get bored. You know the call is important. It sounds important. However, you are as horny as fuck. You two have been making out and teasing each others kinks since earlier so your naughty hat is on.

You smile to yourself as an idea hits you. "I love you..." you whisper, which he can only hear.

His glances down at you quickly, smiling, before he continued listening to the person across the line.

The smile is not enough for you as a reaction. You get up on your knees and kneel between his legs. He is watching you. You already got his attention just by showing him again your figure.

"I love you..." you whisper again. But this time it sounded more alluring.

You bend down to reach the waistband of his sweatpants and pull it down, just enough to let his length free. He is hard as a rock.

"Baby..." he whispers his phone is away from his face.

"I'm entertaining myself as I wait." You answer.

"Ah, yes I'm still here. Sorry." He says to the person he's talking too.

Lowering your head, you open your mouth and let your tongue touch the tip of his length. You could feel his body tenses as you do it more.

"Ahm... yeah. I get it." His voice breaks for a bit there. He cleared his throat and then grabs your one wrist with his free hand. "Maybe... we should wait." He says

He is referring to you but I guess his answer matches the topic they are talking about. But as you being a tiny bit naughty tonight, you shake your head and continued to tease him.

Giving him little kisses and licks at the beginning before fully sucking him hard and whole.

You watch him as pleasure him. He's working so hard not the break and moan your name like the usual.

You know he likes what you are doing. He is leaking and his length is twitching at every swirl of your tongue around it.

"Can we talk about this some other day?" He snaps. "I just need to fuck my girlfriend now or I'll explode." He was silent for three seconds and then, "good." Then he ends the call and throws his phone on the floor.

"Who is that?" You got worried by him saying he'll fuck you instead of continueing the business call.

"It's Seonghwa. And don't worry about him." He grabs you by your hair pulls you a bit closer. "Focus on sucking my dick... and make me cum."

A grin spreads across your lips. "What will be my reward... if I make you..." you then teasingly lick from bottom to tip. "Cum?"

He grabs you by your jaw and kisses the corner of your lips. "I'll fuck you 'till sunrise and make sure you can't walk... meaning you will need my help for you to visit your parents..."

You giggle, excited and challenged. "Okay... challenge accepted."

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ainri · 1 year

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-if you dated their fellow detectives how would they react?

-bungo stray dogs

-armed detective agency: yosano, ranpo, kunikida, dazai

-inspired by supermassive blackhole by muse

-☁️

-headcanons

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yosano akiko ♡♥︎♡

-i'm not even gonna lie to you, i have no idea how the entire agency wouldn't know already. i give you two a week before everyone finds out.

-" hey, come with me to the café ?"

-flabbergasted is an understatement from everyone.

-now of course she's gonna love the attention she and you get for the first week of releasing your relationship.

-like a year later she'd ask ranpo why he wasn't shocked by you two dating.

-“i thought you wanted everyone to know?? it was pretty obvious!”

-after that you guys stopped displaying your relationship at work or any form of pda #cancelranpo🥰🥰🥰

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ranpo edogawa ♡♥︎♡

-first off, he could say it was an " accident ", but let's be fuckin' for real. he's too smart to make such a minor mistake.

-" well sorrrrryyyyyyyy i swear i didn't mean tooooo ." he did mean to

-this smartass would say the most embarrassing things about your relationship, and probably not even to dazai, or kunikida. but to your boss; fukuzawa.

-you'd just hear one day ranpo getting tossed out the president's office with a grunt from fukichi.

" ranpo i don't care about your love life, nor how many times you get ' laid '. please leave if you only wish to tell me about your ' sexual conquests ' and go do your job; there's a request for you in Odawara. "

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osamu dazai ♡♥︎♡

"c'mon babeeeeee buy me lunch! c'monnnnn pleaseeee ...." he'd just whine the entire time.

-" dazai, how many more times do i have to tell you to stop hitting on women to get them to kill them selves with you before i actually -"

-“ you two go back to work and stop flirting! we're WAY behind schedule and it's really ruining my ideals right now from how behind we are as is ."

- " well kunikida, i'm sorry! but tell ms/mr angry to stop being sooooo uptight! tell her/him that sharing is caring !"

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doppo kunikida ♡♥︎♡

-"hey can we go to the café ?"

-" sure sweetheart can we just stop by the head quarters first ?"

-" yoohoo! isn't this just such a massive surprise !" you recognized that voice. it was your coworker, yosano akiko.

-" now! explain that little name you just used back there ?" yosano says, almost as if she actually wanted an explanation.

-" oh well it seems like we're running behind my schedule now !" he remarks

-" when i get my hands on you, you are a DEAD MAN KUNIKIDA YOU BETTER NOT OF HARMED MY DEAR (name) !! TRUST ME I WILL ASK THEM AND IF I FIND OUT YOUVE DONE ANYTHING BAD YOU ARE DEAD DEAD !"

-you just watched that interaction unfold as you walked away from the scene and yosano kept asking you oddly personal questions about you and kunikida's relationship.

-all of the women in the agency will know about you two within the next 3 hours.

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a/n(s):

GUYS IM SO SORRY ☠️‼️‼️

anyways so dazai's is kinda fem aligned and it metions suicide once!

but everyone have a merry christmas eve (n christmas but thats tmw) !

#Spotify #ranpo edogawa #ranpo edogawa bsd #ranpo edogawa x reader #yosano akiko #yosano akiko bsd #yosano akiko x reader #doppo kunikida #doppo kunikida bsd #doppo kunikida x reader #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu bsd #headcanons

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nenilein · 1 year

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Puyo Puyo Drama CD #2-2: Wishes to Santa (ENG Translation)

I forgot to post this here! Oops! Not used to using tumblr anymore...

Anyway, here is a complete text translation of the Christmas track from Drama CD Vol.2! (This CD was released in December , so it has both Christmas and New Years' tracks)

Have fun!

Wishes to Santa

[DISCLAIMER:

The Google Docs Version of this script is HERE.

Feel free to repost parts of it or the entire text wherever you want as long as you credit me as the translator!

Also, just so you can listen along, HERE’s the actual MP3 of the track.

Happy Holidays!!]

INTRO

Narration: Wishes to Santa

STORY

[Santa seems to be voiced by Lemres’ and Akuma’s voice actor, Takumi Yamazaki]

Santa: HO-ho-ho-ho! Tomorrow it will finally be Christmas Eve once again. The day when all the adorable children who have been so nice all year get special presents as a reward for their good behavior from me! Now, let’s see what presents this year’s children are wishing for from me, the one and only Santa Claus… Shall we open their letters? Well, let’s take a look…

SFX: *paper rustling*

Santa: I want a hat that is…

Lidelle’s Voice: …big enough so that, um… well… so that even I can wear it, please! If that’s possible, I mean.

Santa: Oh-HO! How cute! Ho-ho-ho! There is nothing nicer than hearing of the pure wishes of innocent children, wouldn’t you agree? Now, for the next one…

Raffina’s Voice: Precious Metals!

Santa: Huh? Um… uh… Ahaha, what a straightforward wish!

Raffina’s Voice: I desire the sorts with the highest feasibly possible market value! I am not quite aware what the upper limit for the monetary value of a present requested at this kind of occasion is, however, I believe it should be sufficient if you kindly packed in exactly as much as the maximum appropriate.

Santa: T-That’s…! Ah… Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear… H-How nice of her to worry about the status of my wallet. Hohoho! …Ahahahah… A-a very kind girl…I-I’m sure… L-let’s put this letter aside for now… Ahem, now, for the next one…

SFX: *paper rustling*

Feli’s Voice: I wish for a new doll.

Santa: Oho! What a very adorable wish! Aha… What a relief… Alright, what else, what else? What kind of doll might the little girl want…?

Feli’s Voice: The last doll I used as a scape doll was unable to withstand the force of the curses I used it to cast and • Fell • To • Dust in the energy hole of the space distortion created.

Santa: *shrieks of terror* S-Somehow this letter is making me shudder far more than expected…!

Feli’s Voice: This time I want for a doll that will be powerful enough to withstand a Whole • Three • Months of my unbridled sentiments unscathed…!

Santa: W-WHAT IS SHE GOING TO USE THAT DOLL FOR…?! …Ho…ho… *shrieking Ho* …Hoho! I can tell this girl is very dedicated to her craft, yes, yes! …Yes… Um… N-Now, for the next letter…

Sig’s Voice: Tissues.

Santa: H-Huh…? That’s all? …Oh my, oh my! I am sure this child has very good reasons for making this wish, very important reasons, even…

Sig’s Voice: I ran out.

Santa: THAT’S ALL!? How outrageously lazy! If you need tissues, go to the store, child!

Sig’s Voice: Too much work.

Santa: And that’s why you’re wasting your Christmas wish on this!? You only get one of those a year! …Oh my, oh my… HO-ho-ho-ho! This must be a very modest, humble child…! Ah, let’s put this aside for now… The next one is…

Klug’s Voice: I wish for a spellbook that has the GREATEST instructions to teach me to cast the MIGHTIEST of all spells!

Santa: Oh my! What a studious child! Very nice. …Though, that all aside… The ‘mightiest’ spell, he says? What could he possibly mean by that…?

Klug’s Voice: Here is an example of the sort of spells the book may teach: The ETERNAL SUPER DARK MAX FORCE AURA BURNING LEMRES SPECIAL!!

Santa: Um… huh… uh… How do I put it… This child certainly has dreams?

Klug’s Voice: Casting this spell would cause the darkness around me to swirl around my body and coalesce into flames! No, wait, maybe it’d look cooler if the darkness took the shape of a dragon…? And then I would shoot them out to badassly ascend into the heavens…! And I would gaze upon that sight with clear eyes and breathe out a gasp of awe…! So cooooool…!!

Santa: Oh dear, oh dear… That’s all very nicely produced, but I really do wish he’d written what exactly the spell’s effect is supposed to be…

Klug’s Voice: And then Raffina and Feli get lost.

Santa: IS THAT THE EFFECT?!

Klug’ Voice: That Raffina is such a brute! Whenever anything bothers her, her first idea is to resort to kicking it! Isn’t that just barbarous?

Santa: Why is he suddenly airing his personal grievances to me…? Oh my, oh my, oh my… This is certainly a very imaginative child with a very rich, emotional world…! Um… Ho-Ho-HO-HO! Eheheh… Now, now… I-I-I w-wonder what the n-next one will be like…!

Rei’s Voice: My living memories.

Santa: THIS GOT DARK FAST!

Rei’s Voice: I think… I saw something when I was still alive… But… I can’t remember what it was…

Santa: *terrified shrieking* …I-I can’t b-bring something so d-depressing for a Christmas p-present! P-Please give me a b-break…! Ohoho…

Yu’s Voice: So, so! My turn…

Santa: Huh? Is it just me, or does this handwriting look a lot more cheery than the one before…? Let’s see…

Yu’s Voice: I want the souls of the departed still unwilling to de-part with their lust for life! Yay! Please and thanks!

Santa: *incoherent shrieking* NONONO! I didn’t see that! I’ll just pretend I didn’t see that… OH-HOHOHO!

[His laughter sounds like he’s half-crying at this point.]

Santa: Um, well… Who is our next NICE child…?! *crying* Now, what do you want…?

Amitie’s Voice: Hello, Santa! I did my best to be good aaaall year, so will you please, please listen to my wish?

Santa: *relieved laughter* Ah… Ahaha! Ah, finally someone who knows how to write a REAL letter to Santa… Now, THAT’S what nice children should be like!

Amitie’s Voice: Say, Santa. You usually come in the middle of the night to leave your presents in secret, right? So, if I open up a window on the second floor of our school for you, would you please come through there for me?

Santa: Hm? Why might she want me to do that? …Ah! Ahahah! I see! She probably wants to meet me. HO-ho-ho! Aw, I am sorry, all you children. Santa Claus is not allowed to show himself to you…

Amitie’s Voice: ‘Cuz, you see! There was a vase on that windowsill on the second floor. I accidentally broke it today! It was Ms. Accord’s favorite, soooo, let’s just pretend YOU did it, Santa!

Santa: …What?

Amitie’s Voice: Please apologize to Ms. Accord for me! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!

Santa: A…ARE THERE NO NICE CHILDREN LEFT ANYWHERE?!

-END

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Christmas Fic 2022: LadyWren7's Once Upon A Christmas

By LadyWren7

DO NOT COPY/REPOST

WARNING: Mention of an adult situation

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary/Notes: It's Christmas Eve and Hera and Kanan want to get the other something special, but they will soon find that it'll cost them something more valuable than money. This is a fic about love, hardship, and sacrifice that I hope will bring you and your family a little closer this holiday and appreciate the true meaning of Christmas.

Merry Christmas everyone!!! This is my Christmas fic for 2022 and I could not be more excited to share it with you all!! It's technically based off of The Gift of The Magi but it's specifically an au of the Mickey/Minnie short in Mickey's Once Upon A Christmas because of the events that take place. Enjoy and happy holidays!Thank you to my bestie @chaoticdumbassrogue for helping me with this, I really appreciate it! Those who have seen the Minnie and Mickey short in Mickey's Once Upon A Christmas, you're in for a treat.😉

AO3

Hera awoke on Christmas Eve to the sound of someone in her kitchen. She immediately grabbed her lucky watch pendant and squeezed it.

After quietly getting out of bed she grabbed her bat and she and her cat chopper crept around the corner. Chopper was about to pounce when Kanan came into view, Hera put her bat down as she sighed in relief.

Chopper still tried to pounce anyway, thankfully Hera managed to grab his collar and stop him. "Chopper!"

"Oh, hey." Kanan turned with an innocent smile, flipping a pancake as he did.

"Sorry if I scared you, I was in the area and thought you might want some breakfast?"

In the area? Dear, we live in the same county. She thought. Her Kanan was never good at making up excuses to see her, but it was honestly cute. She decided not to counter him on it though, it was too early to keep up with banter and she had to admit, she really didn't feel like failing at cooking today.

She gave a small, tired nod and let Chopper go, to which he walked away in disappointment. "It's fine dear, just please tell me next time. You scared me half to death."

She took a seat at the table as he continued preparing breakfast and decided to go through her mail. It wasn't long before she reached the rent bill.

Kriff.

"Syrup?"

Hera quickly flipped the bill face down. "Yes. Thank you."

He placed the plate of pacakes in front of her and she began to dig in. "Honesty," she said as she cut a piece off. "I dont know why I was so surprised. You do this pretty often."

Kanan shrugged as he served himself. "It's better to be safe than sorry, that's why I keep telling you to take my saber-"

"Kanan." She interrupted. For years now he insisted the weapon was hers and wanted her too keep it. Yes the sentiment was sweet but it was his, plus she was fine with her bat, the blaster she kept under her pillow, and of course her faithful cat Chopper.

"You know how many times I'd burn myself with that thing? Better yet, chop off a limb or something?" She reasoned.

He took the seat across from her and took her hand in his. "That's what practice is for."

"No love, the saber is yours." She shook her head softly and her gaze diverted to the flipped rent bill under her plate.

"You know, a weapon that special deserves a nice case." She commented. Yesterday she thought she'd be saying that as a clever nudge to what she was getting him, but now it seemed like a general statement.

I'll have to get that bonus now. She thought to herself.

Hera had been wanting to get a case made for Kanan's lightsaber for months, so when her boss said he was giving away a Christmas bonus she immediately jumped on the opportunity. Now she held hope that he'd notice her hard work and give it to her.

A small smile formed on Kanan's face. "Yeah, someday."

"Speaking of." He said with a lighter tone with a hint of mischief. "What time is it?"

A small part of Hera suspected he didn't actually want the time, but she decided to grab the pendant anyway. "Let's see, it's-"

"Stars, it's such a pretty watch," he sighed.

He apologized once he realized he interrupted. "Sorry, it's just- may I?"

Hera handed it to him with small laugh.

After taking it he made his way behind her and held the gold pendant just above her chest. She quietly gasped and her cheeks immediately began getting hot.

"Wouldn't it look nice on a chain around your pretty neck?" He said into her ear.

"Kanan..." She never thought a man could get her this bashful, but there she was, blushing like a happy lothkitten in spite of herself.

She had to admit, she liked it.

Of course her sly jedi saw this and leaned closer with a low, up to no good laugh.

He was inches from her neck now. "Well?"

Just then Chopper strolled in unnoticed and looked at the clock. Noticing the sticks were at the place his mom usually left at, he gazed over to find her partner way too close and immediately pounced.

Hera slowly tilted her head the other way. "I- Kriff! Chopper!"

Kanan was suddenly attacked and Hera had to pry him off before looking at the clock herself. "Karablast I'm gonna be late for work!"

She turned back to him. "Are you-"

"I'm okay, I'll drive you!"

"Okay." She rushed to her room with Chopper and Kanan to his speeder to get it started. Not long after Hera ran out with her coat and makeup bag.

"Go. Just try to stay off bumpy roads please." She shut the door and fumbled with her seat belt.

He nodded. "You got it."

He managed to keep the ride smooth and helped her finish up in the parking lot before kissing her goodbye and dropping her off.

"See you tonight, love you."

"Love you too."

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On his way to drop off Hera's bag, Kanan passed by the jewelry shop with the gold chain he had secretly been talking about earlier.

He didn't have all the money now, his boss didn't pay him much, but just imagining Hera wearing it gave him all the determination he needed to get good tips and be able to pick it up by five when they closed.

He could already hear his boss shouting over the foot traffic when he pulled into the parking lot of his work.

"Welcome to Industrial Trees! Get your trees now, only one more day 'til Chri-"

"Merry Christmas sir." Kanan said in an attempt to maintain optimism.

Vidian crossed his arms with a scoff. "I'll be merry once I sold all these tress! Now get to work, your time is my money." He mumbled.

Kanan pretend not to hear that last comment and headed into the lot. Though he had his work cut out for him, he knew the result would be worth it for Hera.

For hours he nailed tree stumps to wooden planks, lugged trees into an organized set up, replaced the displays, swept up leaves, and helped customers as they came in.

He had just finished fastening a tree onto a Sullustan woman's speeder when she began digging through her purse. "Such a nice young man. Let me get a little something for you."

Kanan shook his head kindly. "Oh it's alright I don't expect anything, I'm just glad to he-"

She suddenly dropped a pile of credits in his palms.

He looked down at it with disbelief. Was that a fifty he saw? And another one?

"Have a merry Christmas." She smiled before taking off.

Kanan quickly went through the pile and smiled back. "Thank you ma'am. Merry Christmas!"

He held the money tight in his palm. "Thank you." He whispered to the force before returning into the lot.

On his way to tell his boss he finished with the customer he couldn't help but overhear his current conversation.

"Looking for a tree? This your lucky day. I got ten feet of towering Nova Scotia pine." Vidian declared.

"Well... it's a little more than we need." A male customer, replied with an uneasy tone.

This wasn't good.

Vidian sighed. "I'm gonna be honest with you sir, this is all I've got left on the lot. The others have been reserved. You don't want these kids going without a tree, do you?"

Kanan couldn't believe his boss was scamming people like this on Christmas Eve, he was wrong when he thought everyone had some empathy. With his mind made up, he headed to the back of the lot and picked a small, yet nice, tree and brought it.

The customer was about to sign a contract for a heavy down payment when Kanan emerged. "Sorry to interrupt, but how about this tree? I found it out back, it hasn't been reserved or anything."

"Wow!" The kids cheered.

"It's perfect, we'll take it." The mother said, Vidian glared.

As soon as the family drove out of eyesight Vidian grabbed Kanan's shoulder and turned him around to face him.

"What was that!" He shouted. "I had them on the hook for a ten-foot tree! You know how much money I would've made if I sold it?!"

Kanan huffed. "A bunch of money they didn't have!"

"What about me, your boss, huh? How do you know I don't got it worse than they do?" Vidian crossed his arms.

Kanan was more than angry at this point. It was asinine that he had to defend basic morals to a grown man. "Because you ruthlessly drag every penny out of others to build your fortune and refuse to pay your employees even half!"

A dirty scowl formed on his boss's face before he threw his hands up. "That's it! I'm tired of you constant attitude and selfishness, get out of my lot, you're fired!"

"Fine!" Kanan retorted. "No skin off my back."

He was about to take off when Vidian put a hand out. "I'm taking what I would have made if it weren't for you, hand over your tips."

Kanan almost laughed. "Like kriff you will! I worked too hard for this and it's rightfully mine."

"You really want to get tangled up with the cops of Christmas eve? What would your little girlfriend, Hera think?" He threatened.

Kanan didn't think he'd ever looked at someone with a more threatening glare. "You get my partner's name out of your mouth." He demanded in a low voice.

"And you get that money into my hand."

"No."

Vidian pulled out his phone.

Kanan was done at this point, the amount of time he wasted and work he did for this man, only for him to treat him like this? It wasn't worth it, none of this was.

"You know what, fine!" He threw his pouch of credits into Vidian's hand. "Take the money for all I care, but as soon as I leave this dump I'm reporting you and telling everyone how cruel you are!" He shouted before treading to his speeder and leaving.

Once he was far from the tree lot he parked at a random store and let himself think. He took out the little money he managed to keep from Vidian and sighed.

"What am I going to do now?"

•••

Hera was wrapping presents a mile a minute. She'd been working for months to get the Christmas bonus, and now that her money was taken up by bills, she was working harder than ever today.

"Well who made you Santa's number one helper?" Her younger coworker Sabine asked with a teasing smirk. Though she was only sixteen, the girl had the wit of a grown woman. She constantly stood up to the not-so-great boss and when he made her life difficult as a result Hera was always there to help. There was a time when the girl was untrustful and silent, but now she was becoming more lively and playful by the day.

Hera huffed a stressed laugh as she grabbed a bow. "My bills stacked up this morning and I still have to get Kanan his present. This bonus is all I got."

"Hey." Hera's other work friend Omega, a kind soul who Hera had known since childhood, placed a supportive hand on her shoulder.

Hera slouched in her seat and began untangling the bow. "I'm sure he'll give it to you." She assured. "You've been working hard all season, and with or without a gift, I know you and Kanan will have a great Christmas."

"Thank you Ome," Hera placed her hand above hers and managed a small smile.

Suddenly the room phone rang.

Sabine went and picked it up. "Hello? ...Ok, she's on her way." She turned back to the girls with a grin. "Mr. Tarkin wants to see you Hera."

The Twi'lek gasped and threw her apron off before heading to the door. Omega beamed. "What did I tell you?"

Hera now fully smiled as the girls ushered her out with encouraging words. When she got to the boss's office she made sure to conceal her excitement and took a deep breath before walking in.

When she opened the door she was immediately met with one of the younger workers making his way out. "Oh, sorry." He awkwardly apologized before going around her.

As he left she couldn't help but think why is outfit was disheveled. She and the girls had always wondered why he was always in there, they didn't even know his name.

"Tera." The older man began, snapping Hera out of her thoughts.

"Hera, sir."

An annoyed expression flashed across her boss's face for a moment. "Sure."

He clasped his hands together. "As you probably know I called you in to inform you on information regarding the Christmas bonus."

"Yes?" Hera was almost trembling at this point, her mind was spinning with anticipation and a hint nervousness. It'll be fine, she replayed in her head.

"Well, Cara."

She tried not to let annoyance add into it. "Hera."

Tarkin gave her a glare this time. "Don't interrupt. I called you to inform you that you will not be receiving the bonus."

Hera's eyes went wide in shock. "What?"

"I've found that employee number 421 is more deserving." He said with too much of a satisfied tone for her taste.

Hera knew full well she wasn't being unreasonable when she felt some anger rising amongst the confusion. She had worked too many long shifts, been in too many stressful situations, and dealt with too much of his bad treatment to not get this. So what the heck did he mean the man she just saw, who looked in no way presentable for work she might add, was "more deserving"?

She decided not to immediately get the claws out, maybe this could be negotiated. "With all due respect sir, what makes you believe he's more qualified? To be honest, in all my time here I haven't seen him anywhere but your-" She paused as a cruel realization came to her.

The constant "visits," the messy clothes...oh that was a disgusting thought.

"Miss. Syndulla," Tarkin's voice became more stern as he continued. She could tell he was starting to panic. "The reasoning of my decision is none of your business, you know all you need to know."

Hera's expression changed from shocked to disgusted in a matter of seconds. "Oh I know enough alright, like the fact you're having unprofessional affairs with an employee and favoring them over everyone else!"

Hera let her fustration flow freely now. Looking back it was foolish she had hope in him. Of course he was favoring a secret side piece, of course.

Her boss suddenly stood, slamming his palms on his desk as he did. "I will not be accused of corruption in my own office, go back to where you belong."

"No actually, I'm going home." Hera retorted before her mind could catch up. "If I'm going to work under bad conditions only to be screwed over, then I quit."

"Fine." Tarkin settled as if she meant nothing to him. Thinking about it, Hera knew she didn't, but once she left he'd realize.

"Get out."

Hera hated that she technically followed his order when she left but now she didn't care. All she wanted to do now was tell the girls and get out of the force forsaken building.

She broke down when Omega and Sabine asked how it went.

"Now how am I going to get Kanan's present?" She sobbed as they sat on the curb, the girls at her sides.

"Let's get you home," Omega suggested.

Sabine nodded. "I'm sure we can figure everything out there."

•••

Kanan now sat on a bench near the park, worried and discouraged. "There must be a way to get Hera's present by five." He sighed to himself.

He began mindlessly fidgeting with his saber, even making it float for a bit, as he thought of a solution.

After a few minutes passed he felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a ginger woman in a white dress.

"I apologize for bothering you, but I couldn't help but notice you levitating that hilt. Are you force sensitive?" Her voice was kind and relaxed.

Kanan nodded. "Yes, I am."

The woman then clasped her hands together, Kanan sensed some anxiousness within.

"My name is Mon Mothma. You see, some colleagues and I are holding a toy drive in the park but our band is stuck in traffic, which leaves us in need of entertainment. I wanted to ask if you could use your abilities to draw a crowd?"

Kanan gazed past her to the town clock and saw it was nearing five. He was about to kindly reject her offer when she spoke again.

"Please, we're desperate. It's for a good cause."

Thirty five minutes, he could squeeze this in, right?

"I'll do it." He told her. She smiled in appreciation and lead him to the park.

When they arrived what he noticed were volunteer workers sighed in relief and Kanan was put on stage with nothing but his saber and a mic.

"Um..." He nervously looked around the mostly empty park, trying to think of ideas. He was almost about to call it when a little red ithorian boy placed a tooka doll on the stage and pushed it towards him.

His mother grinned and was about to take his hand to leave when Kanan used the force to gently levitate him on stage.

The child giggled and Kanan continued to show him force tricks. The event took off from there.

As more people gathered around he made people and objects float, guessed names, showed off his saber spinning, played mind games with the crowd, and blocked snowballs with his saber.

By the time the band arrived, the dumpster they were using to collect donations was overflowed.

Kanan had been so busy he completely forgot about the time. When he remembered he looked to the town clock, there was only ten minutes until five. I guess I'm showing up to Hera's empty handed, he accepted with a sigh.

Mon came up to Kanan as soon as he stepped off stage. "Thank you." She smiled. "Because of you, this was our best toy drive to date. I must say you and that saber make a great team."

"Thank you." He tried not to sound down. "It's worth it's weight in Beskar alright."

Baskar... He gasped as a realization came to him. "Stars, that's it! I have to go."

"Goodbye!" She called as he raced past her.

Kanan rushed back to his speeder and practically sped to the jewelry shop. When he finally reached his destination the owner was seconds away from shutting down.

"Wait!" Kanan ran up to him and pulled out his saber.

"I'd like to trade this in for something."

The older man stepped back, caught off guard. "Whoa, okay. Let's see what I can do for you." He offered with a chuckle, opening the shop once more.

Kanan sighed in relief and looked down at his beloved lightsaber one last time.

•••

Christmas morning Hera and Kanan sat on the couch in front of her fireplace.

Chopper longingly purred from his place on the carpet. Hera grinned and handed him a toy candy cane. "Okay buddy, here's your present." The cat immediately mowed happily and began playing with it.

Hera lovingly shook her head as she watched Chopper. "I love Christmas," she said.

She turned to Kanan and grinned. "Hey dear, where's your lightsaber? The fire's looking a little low, I was wondering if you could cut up some more wood?"

Kanan nervously shifted in his seat. "Um, Isn't it time we open our presents? Oh, speaking of time," he offered her present to her. "What time is it?"

Hera looked away for a moment before taking out his present. "Well I think it's time for you to open your gift."

They traded boxes and moved closer before opening their presents. Their expressions faded.

"A case for my saber..."

Hera held her gift up in front of her. "A chain for my watch..."

Her eyes met the floor as she sighed. It was everything she ever wanted, but she wasn't going to lie to him. She had to come forward. "Kanan it's gorgeous... but I traded my watch to get you that case." She sadly admitted.

"And I traded my saber to get a chain for your watch." He confessed.

"You gave up your lightsaber for me?" Hera asked softly. "Oh love you didn't have to, I know how much it meant to you. I'm sorry."

He took her hands and looked her in the eyes. "No. The saber meant nothing to me compared to you, plus, it was always yours. I just turned it into something you can keep now."

She gave a small smile and pulled him in for a hug well deserved by both. When they separated Hera looked up to see a small mistletoe hanging above.

Kanan let out a mischievous laugh when he noticed it.

"Sabine must have-"

She was suddenly cut off by a kiss from Kanan. She immediately sunk into his touch and as the kiss carried on they realized something. That this was what Christmas was about. Not money, not gifts, but love, true love.

The End.♡

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vixen-academia · 2 years

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Summer Studying Challenge: Southern Hemisphere Edition

So, last year I did your own version of the summer studying challenge and we’re back! I really enjoyed it, it was pretty fun! So now this is the 22-23 edition!

🍦Infos🍦

The challenge is 100% inspired by @myhoneststudyblr summer challenge

The challenge goes from 1st December to 31st January, so we can do it during a part of South Hemisphere’s Summer

I’ll try to repost every post, you can mark them with #SouthernSummerChallenge

Everyday will have a different challenge

You can post pictures of your study sections, your readings or just of what are you doing!

If you have any questions, you can send me an ask!

🍦Rules🍦

If you want to join on the challenge, please reblog this post!

Catch-ups posts are 100% allowed! I know not everyone will be able to post everyday, so don’t worry!

If you do in any other social media, please give credits ❤️

The oficial star of out challenge is in December 1st, but feel fre to start whenever you want!

🍦Challenges🍦

🍧 Dec 1: Do you like summer?

🍹Dec 2: This is your first “normal summer” since the pandemic? How does it feel?

🍧 Dec 3: Are you on vacation yet?

🍹 Dec 4: Show us a summer reading!

🍧 Dec 5: How hot is the place you live?

🍹Dec 6: What’s your favourite summer activity?

🍧 Dec 7: What are your summer plans?

🍹Dec 8: What’s your favourite summer drink?

🍧 Dec 9: Do you have any plans to travelling during this summer?

🍹 Dec 10: That’s for my latam fellas: cold coffee during summer or hot coffe no matter what?

🍧 Dec 11: Do you have any “summer ritual”?

🍹Dec 12: If you could chose a course to do during the summer, what would be?

🍧 Dec 13: Do you and/or your family celebrate any holiday during summer?

🍹 Dec 14: Your actual “summer music” (or summer playlist) please!

🍧 Dec 15: Do you think you study better during summer?

🍹 Dec 16: Recommend us a “summer movie”!

🍧 Dec 17: Do you like to go take sunbaths?

🍹Dec 18: Do you like beach, river, lake or pool baths?

🍧 Dec 19: Tell us something you’re very excited about doing during this summer!

🍹Dec 20: Do you plan go to any summer school/summer course runner by your college or school?

🍧 Dec 21: Two things you like and two you dislike about summer!

🍹Dec 22: Any New Year’s resolutions ideas yet?

🍧 Dec 23: How many books you read so far?

🍹 Dec 24: If your family celebrates Christmas, they celebrate at 24th’s night or 25th’s day? (Latines will understand lol)

🍧 Dec 25: What are your goals to next year?

🍹Dec 26: There’s something you regret off? (Doing or not doing)

🍧 Dec 27: How it was your last day of classes in 2022?

🍹 Dec 28: Any plans for New Years Eve?

🍧 Dec 29: Say some good memories about 2022 :)

🍹Dec 30: Just take the day to look back to who you were this year. Are you happy with what you see?

🍧 Dec 31: The last night! Make a wish to 2023 ❤️

🍹Jan 1: How was your New Years Eave?

🍧 Jan 2: Do you usually do goals list? Do a academic and “for life” mini goals list for this year!

🍹 Jan 3: What were your “new year’s firsts”? (First read, first music, first rain bath etc)

🍧 Jan 4: When your classes start?

🍹Jan 5: Your fav summer fruit?

🍧 Jan 6: What color you link with summer?

🍹Jan 7: You study/studied during vacations?

🍧 Jan 8: The first week of 2023 is over! How do you feel?

🍹Jan 9: Do you like summer rains?

🍧Jan 10: Name one thing for each human senses that reminds you of summer

🍹Jan 11: Have you finished any book(s) yet? Which?

🍧 Jan 12: Tell us something you’re really excited about this year

🍹 Jan 13: A FRIDAY 13TH RIGHT IN THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR! You think it’s a good thing, a bad thing or are you just indifferent?

🍧 Jan 14: If you could have a summer trip to anywhere with your friends (or alone or with a loved one), with everything payed, where would you go?

🍹Jan 15: Favourite ice cream flavours!

🍧 Jan 16: How you usually dress yourself during summer?

🍹Jan 17: Tell us something new you learned this year

🍧 Jan 18: Do you feel anxious about going back to college?

🍹Jan 19: Pool party, luau or barbecue?

🍧 Jan 20: Did you try a new hobby this summer? Which?

🍹Jan 21: What’s the first movie you saw this year?

🍧 Jan 22: Did you chose your college or school classes already?

🍹Jan 23: Quick: a summer-friendly date idea. Go!

🍧 Jan 24: What’s your very first memory of summer time?

🍹Jan 25: The first month of the year is almost over… How do you feel about this?

🍧 Jan 26: Sunrise or sunset?

🍹Jan 27: If summer was a mythical creature, which one you think it would be?

🍧Jan 28: I challenge you to read or write a poetry about summer. Go!

🍹Jan 29: How do you like to spent you summer days?

🍧Jan 30: Tell us a fun fact about your relationship with summer.

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nickgerlich · 8 months

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Ready, Set, Shop

Remember when Black Friday signified the beginning of the Christmas shopping season? Yeah, I do, but it is fading fast. There is little reason to camp out overnight at Best Buy these days when all the good sales are done and over with six weeks earlier.

Like what is going to happen starting real soon, a mirror of how the most aggressive (maybe I should say scared) retailers approach the first week of October. The leaves haven’t started turning, much lass fallen, and here they are going for the end zone on the first play of the game.

Once again, Target, Walmart and Best Buy will be dueling it out with Amazon. Target’s blitz starts 1st October, with Walmart on the 9th, Amazon on the 10th, and Best Buy also the same day. If there is an upside, at least you won’t have to wear a winter coat.

But if anything, these early sales once more tell us just how nervous retailers are with the current economy. In a recent blog we looked at holiday sales predictions, which, after accounting for inflation, are flat. It’s just that holiday retailing has started to mimic the old line about voting in Chicago: Vote early, and vote often.

And if we start shopping early, there is hope that we may shop often as well. A retailer can dream, right? Actually, Target is offering a deep discount item every day until Christmas Eve. And Best Buy is offering a $50 reward certificate to be used in December if you spend $500 in October.

But I am already seeing signs of pre-holiday Christmas pricing to try to lure people in. This week at the local Walmart I noticed their house brand 65” TV model for $368. I know, it’s a private label and not rated as highly as a Vizio or Samsung, but good grief, that is cheap. My first 55” TV cost about $1200. Today, they have almost become an impulse purchase.

“Honey, what do you think about getting a big screen for the kids’ room?”

It is in setting patterns like this that consumers will quickly learn that they can cherry pick, because there will almost certainly be recurring sales events every week until Christmas. Adding six weeks to the shopping season may be ridiculous at some level, but then again, it also makes it open season for shoppers. If people are willing to sit tight and make retailers even more nervous, there might be even better deals down the road, and without freezing off your nether regions camping on the sidewalk.

Not surprisingly, I wrote about this last year for my students. I also pointed out my reciprocity rule: One gift for you, one for me. To be honest, I could have been lazy and just dusted off that blog and reposted it, because I said pretty much the same things I am saying here.

I know. It’s not like the six-week lead time happened all at once. Holiday shopping has been inching longer and longer for about a decade. Initially it spread into early November, then late October. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised to see Amazon or the others launching a Christmas-in-September sale next year.

It is when there are economic uncertainties that retailers are the most nervous. The lore is that 40% of a retailers’ sales comes in the six weeks preceding Christmas. This will have to be revised to 12 weeks now I suppose, but it does underscore just how important the holiday season is. Fail here, and you fail the entire year.

There is also the sobering fact that in our consumer-driven economy, we have almost completely lost sight of any religious significance. That is a blog for another day and worth exploring, even without dipping my feet into the pond of any specific religion. When Santa is the reason for the season, you know we have gone a little bit off the rails. It’s like none of the religious super heroes can hold a candle to the man with the white beard.

If I were you, I’d start watching all the sales announcements that will drop in the next week. There might be some great bargains to scoop up, either for your loved ones, or yourself. Reciprocity, you know.

Besides, it’s easy to justify spending money on yourself when it’s on sale. And why wait until Black Friday to venture out? It’s too cold then anyway.

Dr “Ho Ho Ho!” Gerlich

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#marketing #retail #Christmas #shopping

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abimess · 2 years

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A gift misunderstanding

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Summary: Being the chaotic person you are, you ended up accidentally mistaking the Christmas presents. Looking at the outcome, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing.

Warnings: suggestive conversation, sex toys (no smut)

Pronouns: not used || Word count: 959

I apologize for the delay, I was at my grandmother's house and I forgot to post before I left haha anyway, I hope you like it. Merry Christmas!!!

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

For this request | Christmas Special Masterlist

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You're not a very organized person. And this usually gets you in trouble. But as well as being disorganized, you are also stubborn. So you continue to be disorganized, and you continue to get in trouble.

On Christmas Eve, things would be no different.

Sitting in the living room of the Avengers compound, you and your teammates exchange gifts of Secret Santa. And you're rather nervous.

This year you drew Wanda Maximoff in the Christmas game. Aka The Scarlet Witch, aka the love of your life. She didn't know about the latter though, and you intended to keep it hidden for the rest of your life, even if Yelena, your best friend, would tease you about it forever.

The brunette smiles shyly as you hand her the gift, and you try not to be too intimidated by her beauty. As the girl unpacks the wrapping, the surrounding group watches in a silence of expectation.

"What the fuck, Y/n?" Pietro is the first to speak, his angry tone matching perfectly with the look he casts in your direction.

You have a confused frown on your face until the moment you see what Wanda pulls out of the box. And then you choke.

The brunette, whose cheeks have taken on an impossible shade of red, is holding a black dildo. Beside her, Yelena disguises a giggle.

"Well... I... er..." You begin awkwardly, wanting more than anything to throw yourself out of the nearest window. "It's a... It's a joke! It's a joke." You finally decide, but the excuse doesn't seem to convince the others.

"Sure you're not implying anything there, Y/n?" Sam asks knowingly, raising an eyebrow at you. Tony's suggestive smile accompanies his next words, "I think Y/l/n is wanting to help her use it."

"Guys! That's my sister you're talking about!" Pietro interrupts the teasing next, sounding more annoyed than ever, and you decide that remaining silent is the best option.

Wanda puts the sex toy back in the box, and the brunette's silence only makes your muscles twitch more in embarrassment.

After a few more teasing comments and glances, the game continues as before, but you are no longer paying attention, all your efforts focused on ignoring Wanda's existence until you could get back to your room.

Lucky for you (or not) she seemed to do the same.

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You leave the party at the first opportunity you get and mumble complaints and swear words at yourself all the way to your room.

As soon as you get there, you throw yourself on the bed, but it isn't long before knocks on the door are heard.

"Come in!" You grumble against your pillow, imagining it to be Yelena ready to tease you for the rest of the night.

"Can we talk about the gift now?" Wanda's playful tone makes you stand up abruptly, your heart beating rapidly with nervousness.

"I don't know, how about we pretend nothing happened so I don't have to jump off a cliff?" You suggest playfully and Wanda lets out a low chuckle before looking at you curiously. "What really happened there?"

"I got the presents mixed up, that one was for Yelena." You tell with an exhausted sigh and the brunette assumes an almost hurt expression as you say, "Oh... I didn't know the two of you were-"

"We're not!" You interrupt immediately, and clear your throat as the witch looks at you in a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "We're not. In this case it was actually a joke. I bought this for her because she's ace. She gave me a bucket of peanut butter cream. You know, because I'm allergic. I guess our sense of humor is questionable." You end your rambling with a nervous chuckle and receive an amused smile in response. "I suppose so."

"But you can keep it if you want. I mean, I'm not implying you- but it's okay if you do, of course, it's none of my business... I'm gonna stop talking now." With every stupid word that comes out of your nervous mouth your heart becomes closer to combusting. When Wanda smirks, you are sure you could die at any moment.

"Are you nervous, Y/n?" She asks curiously, walking slowly towards you. "You have no idea." You answer with a shy laugh, and Wanda smirks, looking at you with an indecipherable look. "Do I make you nervous, baby?"

"I thought that was implied." You answer in an affected whisper, her honey voice completely disarming you. Wanda giggles at your mesmerized look.

"You're cute." She comments shortly after, not helping your flustered state one bit. When she bites her lower lip, your eyes are immediately drawn to the action.

"Tony was right, you know?" she asks next, her breath brushing against your lips due to the closeness. You frown in confusion, your entire body hyperaware to her presence.

Wanda steps forward then, her face moving even closer to yours. You hold your breath as her mouth moves towards your cheek.

"You could help me out sometime." She whispers against your ear, sending a wave of intense shivers through your entire body.

Before you can process what has just happened, the brunette pulls away again, her warmth being missed at the same moment.

With your brain completely short-circuited, you just watch the girl walk away toward the door, your heart pounding heavily in your ears.

As soon as Wanda reaches the door, she sends a wink in your direction, a smirk never leaving her face as she disappears into the hallway.

With your body warm and your legs shaking, you try to regain the rhythm of your heartbeat and the coherence of your thoughts.

Less than a minute later, you go after her.

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#Day 25: Christmas Breakthroughs (Zooey Kern x Reader)

And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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zealoushound · 2 years

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Summary: The towns annual Christmas tree lighting shines a light on an unexpected stranger.

Pairing: Syverson x reader

Word Count: 930

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: For the lovely @winter2112rose 12 + 1 Christmas Stories writing challenge! Day 1 prompt: Christmas Tree/Decorations. Sorry it took so long to post this!! Kept hitting snags. It’s 9 pm here so it’s still technically day one lol!

Disclaimer: FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Writers live off reblogs! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own.

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It was always a bit warm in our small town in Texas for the holidays; Christmas time was no different. It would cool down at dusk, but never enough to snow. Truthfully, in the four years I’ve lived here I have yet to see it snow.

This year for the town's annual tree lighting our Mayor, otherwise known as the entire town's adopted grandfather Roy, had the idea to blast fake snow over the tree. To really give it that Hallmark moviesque Christmas aesthetic. It actually turned out to be a pretty good idea despite some negative Nancys on the town council.

In the middle of our square, kids of ages were laughing and playing together in the chunky white snowfall. I walked toward the table setup for hot chocolate, coffee and cookies. I overheard Roy talking to his wife Shirley.

“The snow sure was a great idea, Pop.” She was so proud of her husband, proud of us all really. That’s what most people would say.

“Oh, yes! Really outdid myself with this one!”

Shirley looked as if an elf had decorated her along with the tree. Blinking ornaments around her neck, and jingle bells on her wrists. Santa hats decorated her ears, with light up antlers that would make Rudolf green with envy. Roy had gotten away with donning his usual cowboy hat. Although I’m sure the holly sprigs in the band were her idea.

I watched them before pouring myself a cup of coffee. Four years ago I moved here with nothing but a car full of clothes, and bad memories. These two took the time to get to know me, help me get a job and a better home. They were family now. They had four kids, seven grandkids and 2 great grands.

After all the time they’d known each other, they were still head over heels for each other. I went back to my coffee when Roy stepped away to help move some tables around.

“Gram, you look enchanting!” I heard a deep voice I didn’t recognize, “Dickens would be proud! Hey! Pops! Settle down now, before you hurt yourself there.” Looking up after hearing Shirley’s laugh, I see a man helping Roy down from the back of a neighbor's truck, only getting a glimpse of his features before he turned around.

Roy patted his arm and brought him in for a bear hug as soon he’d gotten to the ground. A few guys from town, probably friends of the stranger, walked up as Roy explained that he needed to get to the tree to make his announcements before the lighting.

I’d never seen this man before. He’s tall, rugged, broad as a river and of course now he has his back to me. Ball cap over his head, the thin flannel shirt that was pleading with his shoulders, tucked into his jeans. His jeans, wow.

Before I’d realized how distracted I was, the coffee I was pouring had no place else to go.

“Shit!” Spilling some onto my fingers I managed to sit the cup down instead of dropping it. Grabbing a towel Shirley put the pot back on the warmer for me.

“Oh sweetheart! Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m ok.” My eyes flicked around to see who saw me, and see if he’d seen. “A little embarrassed now.” I mutter.

“Darlin’ no! No need for that now!” Shirley was undoubtedly the kindest woman I’d ever met.

“May I?” A deep, smooth southern timber broke my thoughts. I looked to my right, there he was. My breath caught. Behind him the lights of the tree flickered to life casting a brilliant light over everything. The town began to cheer and I was lost. Lost in this handsome stranger's eyes.

He was every bit as large as I thought he’d be. Full, dark beard, blue eyes and the perfect nose. Can a nose be perfect? I’d never wondered that before. the lights shone behind him, giving him almost an ethereal glow.

Did I nod? I must have nodded because he was moving the towel away from my hand, inspecting my fingers closely. I didn’t want to look away. I almost couldn’t tear my eyes away from his perfect features. He sucked in his bottom lip as he touched my palm.

“That hurt?” I shook my head slightly before he looked up at me. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and I may have fainted had it not been for him holding my hand. “Hey Gram, would you hand me a bottle of water that's not cold.”

He never looked away from me. Not once. “Names Sy, by the way. I’m gonna take real good care of you, I promise.”

Sy. Wait, Sy was, “ You’re their grandson in the Army?”

“I am.” He took the water from Shirley’s hand. “This might sting a bit, but it’ll feel better soon.”

Waiting a few minutes after pouring the water over my hand he asked if I was alright.

“I think I’m ok.” My fingers were red but nothing was badly hurt.

Sy stayed by my side the rest of the evening. Turns out that was his first day back home after two extended tours. No matter who came up to greet him, he sat right by me the whole time, occasionally checking on my hand.

I tried to tell him he could leave, that I was fine. He responded with a smile, “If it's alright with you I’d like to stay. I kinda like it here.”

I blushed. Of course it was.

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plutominho · 2 years

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– masterlist.

***I’M SHADOWBANNED AND AT @awooghan UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE >:(

our accounts are @plutominho (tumblr & instagram), @awooghan (galaxy; backup tumblr), @dazedlino (max; tumblr & instagram), and @starryhannie (galaxy; instagram). anyone else reposting and/or claiming our work as their own is not us, unless otherwise confirmed by max or galaxy.

requests open!! send us an ask or dm us <3

NOTE: we do not write nsfw imagines. please refrain from sending us any requests of that nature.

ot8 drabbles/collections.

: ̗̀➛ 24 to 25 (collection)

— a collection of christmas imagines based on “24 to 25″ by stray kids

bang chan.

: ̗̀➛ as long as you care

— established relationship, ldr, mild angst, fluff | 1.3k

summary; galaxy’s attempt at a “falling asleep while on facetime” blurb it is not a blurb at all but it’s ok

lee minho.

: ̗̀➛ spidey kiss

— established relationship, high school au, fluff | 1.1k

summary; minho is a teensy bit distracting as you try to study for a test.

: ̗̀➛ goodluck kiss

— established relationship, college au, fluff | 1.6k

summary; your boyfriend pays you a surprise visit in the middle of class, during your finals out of all times.

seo changbin.

: ̗̀➛ white elephant

— friends to lovers/f2l, high school au, valentine’s day au, fluff, lowkey crack-fic | 4.5k

summary; white elephant is supposed to be a random gift exchange game, right? well, not the way stray kids do it. not on valentine’s day, at least.

hwang hyunjin.

: ̗̀➛ happy new year

— established relationship, new year’s eve/new year’s kiss au, fluff | 1.3k

summary; hyunjin new year’s kiss with a splash of salty seungmin + supportive parents (you wish that was you huh /j)

han jisung.

: ̗̀➛ start of something new

— college au, new year’s eve au, strangers to lovers/love interests/s2l, fluff | 4.1k

summary; this is quite literally your and jisung’s disney channel moment

lee felix.

: ̗̀➛ infinity and beyond

— childhood friends to lovers, college au, slight angst if you squint, fluff | 8.3k

summary; people assuming that you and felix are dating drives you crazy—more than it should, actually. but it’s a whole other level of frustration when it’s coming from an eight-year-old girl.

kim seungmin.

: ̗̀➛ the bestie pact (COMING SOON)

— friends to lovers/f2l, high school au, fluff | [wc: N/A]

yang jeongin.

: ̗̀➛ no strings attached

— friends to lovers/f2l, new year’s eve/new year’s kiss, fluff | 1.5k

summary; out of boredom on new years eve, jeongin proposes that you two kiss each other at midnight.

: ̗̀➛ love language

— childhood friends to lovers, college au, valentine’s day au, fluff | 3.6k

summary; when they were in elementary school, they created a secret language to avoid their teachers reading their notes they passed back and forth in class. now one of them uses that language to write a love letter. (cr: @creativepromptsforwriting)

: ̗̀➛ [2:34 pm] sunshine in my eyes

— best friends to lovers(?), unspecified late high school/early college au, fluff | 0.7k

summary; you're on a summer road trip together and the view isn't the only thing catching your eye.

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crackheadgeminibby · 3 years

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Would you write something about x reader wanting to Chris do his tap dance and refuse to but gets convinced by his girlfriend? ☺️

wrapped around her finger

pairing: chris evans x female!black!reader

warnings: age gap, language, fluff, mentions of alcohol i guess

word count: 1.4k

a/n: hey! thanks for this request, it’s something i didn’t know i needed in my life😂i hope you like it!!

i do not consent to my work being copied in any way, shape or form or reposted on any other platform

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In the two years that you had been in a relationship with Chris, you had never seen him dance. Like an actual dance. Obviously, you had both attended numerous parties together and he always did stupid dance moves to make his friends, but mostly you, laugh.

You would think that with you being a dancer, Chris wouldn’t mind busting out some of the dance moves he learned when he was younger, but he never did. You asked all the time, mostly when he wasn't 100% sober and, thus, less self-conscious, but he always said that he didn’t remember.

It was the holiday season and this year, Chris and you had decided to spend it in Boston with his family. You both had a lot of things to take care of and you couldn’t afford to abandon them to travel halfway across the world to be with your family.

It was your first holiday season spent at the Evans’, which meant that you were about to witness a lot of their family traditions for the first time.

The first tradition that had been explained to you was that on December 23rd, the men went to get a tree while the women decorated the living room, followed by everyone decorating the tree when the men came back.

The next tradition was that, after Christmas Eve dinner, everyone had to open one present: matching pyjamas for the whole family.

The third tradition was the Christmas Day breakfast in the pyjamas from the previous night followed by games and a talent show.

You were currently seated in one of the chairs in the living room, watching as Scott and Chris were failing spectacularly at Pictionary.

“Time’s up!”, Shanna signals.

Scott groans, throwing his head back, “It was 'twist', Chris! Come on!”

Chris frowns at his brother, looking at the drawing, “How the hell was I supposed to guess that?”

“I drew a game of Twister!”

Chris crosses his arms, “It looks nothing like Twister, Scott.”

You snort before laughing at their bickering. You get up, leaving your glass on top of the fireplace, “Come on, Steve, it’s our turn!”

Scott groans, handing you the Sharpie as you get a piece of paper from the box. You open it, seeing 'gold medal' scribbled on it.

You smirk and turn back towards the family, nodding at Shanna so she can start the timer.

“Okay… GO!”, she announces.

You turn towards the paper, drawing a gold bar. Steve looks at you, inquisitively, before saying, “Umm, chocolate!” You shake your head, adding other gold bars to create a pyramid.

Steve looks at you, trying to figure out what you’re drawing, before screaming, “Oh! Gold bars!” You make a wavy sign with your hand, indicating that he’s almost there.

“Bar?” You shake your head again.

“Oh, okay, gold!”

You nod excitedly, moving on to the next part of the drawing. You draw a circle, writing 1 in it, and add a lanyard on top.

“1st place!” You shake your head at Steve, encircling the entire drawing, indicating that the answer is the whole thing.

“Umm, medal?” You frantically nod your head.

“Gold medal!”

“Yes!”, you scream in response. Steve gets up and hugs you excitedly before you both start doing your winner dance.

Scott and Chris both look at you, mouths agape, while a look of fake offense draws itself on Scott’s face, “How in the hell do you have a better connection with my boyfriend than I do with my brother?”

You chuckle, before shrugging your shoulders and replying, “Don’t worry, Scott. That was the last round so we're done winning everything…”

Scott and Chris both look at you with pouts on their faces as you laugh loudly, throwing your head back. You raise your hands in surrender and back away before plopping down in your seat, taking a sip of your drink.

“So, I believe I was told a talent show would be happening?”, you ask, wiggling your eyebrows.

Lisa smiles widely before nodding, “Indeed. Chris and Scott, do you want to start us off?”

Chris and Scott turn on the TV, playing their music. You didn’t know what they had planned because as Chris had said: “you have to wait for the surprise”.

You immediately burst out in laughter as the melody of “A Whole New World” from Aladdin starts.

Chris had made you watch Aladdin at least three times in the past couple of weeks (you had stopped counting) and you were confused, but you didn’t particularly mind since you loved the movie.

You smile throughout their excellent rendition of the song, clapping and cheering when they’re finished. Chris smiles, sitting down next to you before Lisa announces that Shanna and Carly were next with a scene from Lilo & Stitch.

As his sisters are playing Lilo & Stitch hilariously well, Chris turns towards you, smiling, before taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles, whispering “I love you”. You feel heat rising to your face, smiling back at him and kissing his cheek before laying your head on his shoulder.

As Shanna and Carly are bowing after their performance, you see Lisa turning to you.

“Okay, Y/N, your turn.”

Your eyes widen as you stare at her, “Wait, what? I didn’t know I was supposed to prepare something.” Lisa raises an eyebrow before looking over at Chris who was getting redder by the second.

You look at him intently before he stutters, “I… um… forgot to tell you?”

You groan at him, throwing your head back. Lisa chuckles silently before saying, “Well, then, since you forgot to say anything, maybe you should join her.”

Chris’ head snaps up towards his mom, “What? Ma, no. I already went.”

Lisa looks at Chris before shrugging her shoulders.

“Well, then. You heard your mom. Up.”, you tell Chris while standing up.

Chris looks up at you, raising an eyebrow. He clearly had no intention of getting up.

“What are we even going to do?”

You smirk at Chris.

“Well, I intend on singing ‘I Just Can’t Wait To Be King’, now what you do next to me is... Dealer's choice.”, you say, shrugging your shoulders.

Scott’s face lights up, “Oh my God, Chris, why don’t you tap dance while she sings?”

Chris shakes his head rapidly, crossing his arms over his chest, “No. Absolutely not.”

Chris’ family members all start to plead, saying that they haven’t seen him tap dance in so long. He doesn’t budge, continuing to shake his head. As his family abandon their mission, falling silent, Chris looks up at you.

You give him a pleading look, mouthing "please" before biting your bottom lip. He uncrosses his arms, maintaining eye contact with you, before sighing loudly, “Fine…”

You smile at him, leaving a kiss on his cheek, before asking, “Okay, well, where are your shoes?”

He sighs again, starting to get up, “They’re in my closet, I’ll get them.”

You hold up your hand, replying, “I’ll get them. I wanted to get myself some water anyways.”

He nods before settling back down in his seat.

You climb up the stairs, entering Chris’ room before heading to the closet. As you’re looking for his shoes, you can hear that the family has started to talk, rather loudly.

As you’re getting a glass of water from the kitchen, you hear Chris’ mom.

“She really just has you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?”

“Yeah, yeah, she does.”, you hear Chris reply, love evident in his voice.

You enter the living room, a large smile plastered on your face, dangling Chris' tap shoes with one hand, “Well, then, Mr. Dancer, let’s do it.”

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theweasleysredhair · 3 years

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Naughty or Nice [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 3224

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Fred likes it when his girlfriend dresses up for the festive season.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. pls don’t read if you’re a minor. including oral (male and female receiving), bondage, fred being hot, fred being dom

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: so this is for @wand3ringr0s3 ‘s writing challenge (prompt: “shut up and strip.”) from what feels like about 3 years ago (ily haley ❤️). i’m a couple days late for christmas but it’s still the holiday season so i hope you all enjoy this festive fic!! also side note,, this fic was and is the bane of my existence, i hate it, hated writing it, and hate that it took me so long to actually finish it. but other than that, i hope you guys like it more than i do!

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The joke shop had been getting busier and busier over the last month and half, with parents on a mission to find Christmas presents for their children, and with more of the Wizard Wheezes products being added to Christmas lists every day, this meant that the store often had a queue forming before opening time, and, more times than not, the twins had had to stay open late, with customers still deciding between products, or people running in a few seconds before closing to quickly pick up their last few bits.

With nonstop talking and interacting all day, Fred arrived home exhausted, hair messy from where he’d ran his hands through it one too many times, tie skewed and the bags under his eyes getting darker as the days went on. All he really wanted, he decided as he hung his jacket on the rack and kicked his shoes off, was some food, and a long warm shower - preferably with you joining him.

“Love?” He called out as he stepped into the living room. He sifted through the mail that had been left on the coffee table, frowning when he didn’t hear a response. He dropped the letters, finding nothing but bills there, undoing his top button and loosening his collar as he headed towards your bedroom - perhaps you were in there.

“Y/n?”

There was a loud thud, as if someone had tripped over, followed by you letting out a string of curses, “I’m in the bedroom but-“

Fred headed over to the door, worried, wondering what you were doing when he heard you add on quickly, “I’ve got a surprise for you!”

“A surprise?”

Fred reached for the door handle, intent on opening the door when he heard you shriek, “Don’t come in! I won’t be a moment, wait out there!”

“Fine,” he grumbled, stepping away from the door and bringing his hands up to undo his tie, throwing it onto the nearest cabinet top. That’s when you emerged from your shared room, leaning against the doorway and winking at him, watching happily as he froze, eyes raking down your body, mouth open in a slack ‘o’.

“Surprise,” you practically sang out, posing for him with a thigh bent, watching as his gaze drifted from your chest, to your hips and thighs, before travelling down your legs.

You wore a see-through red baby doll, the cleavage outlined in white feathers, with open cups, though they were covered - barely - by a satin bow that, with a simple pull, would reveal your chest to Fred. Paired with a matching red string thong, red stiletto heels and your lips coloured a perfect same shade of crimson, you knew it would drive Fred wild - a treat after a long day’s work.

“Fuck- c’mere,” was all Fred could manage to stutter out, before his hands were on your waist, pulling you into a rough, desperate kiss, one he’d been looking forward to all day. The feel of your soft lips on his nearly made him groan out against you and as he felt your heel slowly move up his leg and then back down again, he felt himself twitch in his boxers, eager to rip your lingerie off of you.

He pressed you against the doorframe, his chest against yours as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, fingertips digging into the soft skin your thigh as he pushed himself between your legs, grinding his hips against yours, you letting out a breathy moan as his trousers brushed against the thin material of your underwear, a jolt of pleasure shooting through you and making him smirk against your lips.

He pulled back a little, groaning and dropping his head back as he caught sight of your messy hair and swollen lips, lipstick smudged from where he’d kissed you.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” He spoke softly, eyes staring down at you lovingly.

“All the time. But it’s nice to hear it, especially from you,” you leaned up, brushing your lips softly against his as you began to undo his shirt buttons.

“Can’t believe you dressed up for me,” he murmured, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as his fingers danced across the bow covering your chest, his other hand gripped your lace covered hip. He moved to press kisses against the exposed skin of your neck, trailing kisses slowly in the direction back to your mouth.

“I’m all festive and you’re not,” you pouted, your arms around his neck as his hands moved to grip your hips, pulling you further against him. Fred hummed disinterestedly, much more focused on the way his tongue was moving down your jaw.

“If it means that much to you, I’ll wear a Santa hat,” he mumbled, sucking the skin just under your ear, the place he knew made you shiver and moan out.

“You could dress up as Santa,” you suggested with breathy laugh, your hands gripping onto his broad shoulders through his shirt, before gasping a little as his teeth nipped against the skin of your neck.

“I’ll dress up as a fucking reindeer as long as you let me touch you within the next few minutes,” his hand wandered under the transparent netting of the babydoll, fingers toying at the waistband of your underwear, moving to sneak his hand lower, “Better yet, let me rip this off you.”

“Hmm I don’t know... I quite like this set,” you feigned contemplation, pulling away from him for a moment and innocently glancing down at the red satin bow that barely covered your chest, “Besides, if you rip it off me, I won’t be able to strip for you.”

Fred’s pupils blew wide as he ran a hand up and down your side, “You gonna strip for me?”

“I might,” you smiled sweetly up at him, feeling his grip on you tighten a little.

“You better.”

His lips pushed against yours again as he walked you backwards into the room, holding you against him as he pressed his hips against your thigh, allowing you to feel him, already hard and straining against the material of his trousers.

With a little manoeuvring, Fred managed to kick said trousers off without pulling away from the kiss, instead deepening it as he angled his head and held the side of your jaw, half his hand brushing against your neck.

You were breathing heavy when you pulled away for air, taking a moment to head over to the radio to turn some mood music on. You smiled to yourself as you purposely bent over the cabinet a little, hearing an intake of breath from behind you, and jumping when you felt a hand squeeze your bum. You leant back into Fred’s touch, his hand still holding your bum as he whispered, warm breath hitting your ear, “Naughty girl.”

His tongue ran along the outer shell of your ear as you pushed your bum back against him, causing him to groan and spin you around quickly to face him again.

He brought his thumb up to your bottom lip, gently ghosting over it with a light touch. He was about to lean forward to kiss you again when you gave him a gently push, causing him to fall back on the bed, eyes wide in surprise, “What-“

You smirked at him, pressing a button on the radio and allowing the sultry melody to play out into the room. Fred kicked his boxers off quickly, his cock hitting his stomach and you licked across your bottom lip, knowing his eyes were on you.

He sat up at the edge of the bed, now only wearing his unbuttoned shirt, legs wide, watching you spin round for him, showing him just how little skin the thong covered, the baby doll transparent and showing all. He groaned, a hand wrapping round his cock as he started stroking himself as his eyes travelled over your body with such intensity that you felt warm all over.

You paused your movements for a moment, turning to look at him. “You know, if you gave me a couple minutes, I reckon I could find a decent Santa hat for you...” you teased, smiling as he rolled his eyes at you.

“Just shut up and strip for me,” Fred practically growled out and your eyes widened a little, the deepness of his voice hitting you straight between your legs and you bit your lip, fingers toying at your waistband as you slowly pulled them down just a couple of centimetres, before putting them back in place, causing him to groan.

His mouth opened as if he were about to tell you off again, when suddenly, with one movement, you pulled at the end of the bow, allowing the satin to fall to the side, showing Fred the open cups of the lingerie.

His jaw dropped, abs clenching as he stared at your chest. “Shit- princess-“ he breathed out.

You noticed his hand moving faster and reached into your own underwear, fingers gently moving against yourself as you played with the hem of the babydoll, pulling it up so the skin of your hips and stomach were now on full show. You closed your eyes, mouth falling open a little and you heard Fred groan, cursing as he watched you.

It was just for a few seconds, before you pulled your hand out, taking a step closer to Fred. You were about to kick your heels off when he shook his head at you firmly, “Keep the heels on.”

You raised an eyebrow but nodded nonetheless, “Yes sir.”

Even with the lack of light in the room, and the distance between you, you swore you saw his eyes darken, even more so as you moved even closer to him, hands moving behind you to unclip the babydoll, before heading to your shoulders where your straps sat. You winked before pulling the straps down your arms, allowing the lingerie to fall in a pool at your feet.

You lifted it with one stiletto, a strap hooking onto the heel and you were about to kick it away when Fred suddenly stood up, grabbing your raised thigh and wrapping it around his waist, pulling the babydoll from your heel and dropping it to the floor.

“Enough of that, need to touch you baby girl,” he groaned, his nails digging into your skin lightly as he held you against him.

“But I didn’t finish,” you pouted, looking at him through your eyelashes. He thrust his hips against yours suddenly making you whimper out.

“Keep complaining and you won’t finish at all, got that princess?” He warned, before spinning you round and pushing you back onto the bed, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he enjoyed the sight of you in just your red thong and heels.

“I said, got that princess?” He repeated, his voice lower, firmer.

You breathed out a small ‘yes’ just as he moved to climb on top of you, immediately pressing his lips against yours again. “Good girl,” he mumbled as your arms move to wrap around his neck, his arms either side of your head as he pushed himself against you, pressing as much skin to yours as possible.

His tongue slipped into your mouth again as he rocked his hips against yours, creating just a little friction where you needed him, and you whispered out a ‘please’, though you weren’t sure exactly what you were asking for.

Fred seemed to have an idea however, as he kissed down your jaw, across your neck and continuing on, stopping briefly to suck on the skin of your clavicle before moving further down to your breasts, pulling a nipple into his mouth as his tongue played with it softly, causing you to breathe out happily, your hands dancing through his hair as he moved to the other.

He then moved on, leaving marks across your ribs, stomach and hips, before reaching the waistband of your underwear. Without warning, he suddenly ripped them from you, and you gasped as the cool air hit you.

He pressed soft kisses to your inner thighs, before licking his thumb and pressing against your clit, tracing circles and watching as your hips jolted from the sudden pleasure. As quickly as he started, he stopped, causing you to whine out, reaching down with your own hand to touch yourself.

Fred narrowed his eyes and gripped your wrist before you could. “Trying to touch yourself?” He tutted, “You know that’s my job.”

He pulled away for a moment in search of something, reaching into a draw beside the bed. You wondered what he was doing when he caught your eyes and smirked, and then you felt a cool metal hit your wrist, your arm being pulled up as he threaded the chain behind and around one of the poles on the bed frame, before grabbing your other wrist and tightening the other handcuff around it - now every time you pulled your hands forward, you were stopped by the chain.

“That’s for being not behaving and trying to touch yourself,” he shook his head, the corner of his lip curling up as he watched you struggle against the handcuffs and pout up at him.

“Remember, only good girls get to come. You gonna be good for me, princess?” He asked, softly this time, thumb running along your hipbone and making you shiver. You nodded quickly.

Fred trailed his fingers down to your clit, just barely adding pressure and making you gasp out, “You gotta use your words, baby girl.”

You nodded again, “Yes Freddie, I’ll be good.”

“That’s my girl.”

He applied more pressure to your clit, circling and tracing shapes as pleasure ran through you. Your hips bucked up towards his hand, wanting to feel more friction and Fred bit his lip, smirking down at you, “Look at you, all needy and desperate for me.”

He pushed a finger back into you, quickly joined by a second, and grinned at the breathy moan that escaped your lips, “Is this what you want? For me to touch you like this?”

“Yes please.”

As he continued to move his fingers inside you, he changed his position so his hips were facing you, gently nudging your lips with his cock, “Open up, sweetheart.”

You parted your lips and he pushed himself inside your mouth groaning as he felt your tongue swirl around the tip. He bucked his hips forward, almost hitting the back of your throat, your eyes watering as you continued to bob your head best you could whilst still being restrained by the handcuffs.

“You okay princess?”

You nodded, humming out a ‘yes’ and making him groan out as it sent vibrations through him. His fingers were still moving against you and you could feel yourself clenching around him just as he twitched in your mouth.

He pulled out before he could finish, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he murmured in answer to your questioning look, “Wanna be inside you when I come.”

He moved to kneel between your legs, lifting your thighs and wrapping them around his hips as he leant down to where his fingers were, his warm breath hitting between your legs and you pulled on the handcuffs, wanting to wrap your arms around Fred, whining as you heard the sound of the metal against the bed frame.

The way his finger was moving against your clit made you think you wouldn’t last much longer, and you were proven right when Fred finally licked into you, his tongue rolling against you and making you moan out.

“Freddie!”

He hummed against you and you clenched around his fingers again, nearing your high. “Should I let you finish, princess?” He spoke against you, “Reckon you’ve been good enough for me?”

“Yes, yes please. I’m good- I’ll be good. Please,” you breathed out.

He applied just the faintest more pressure to your clit, tongue moving against you and suddenly pleasure washed over you as you moaned out, pulling again at the handcuffs. He continued licking into you until he heard you whining from the over stimulation, moving back up your body, pressing kisses to your stomach, chest and neck as he did so, before finally hovering over you, looking into your hazed eyes as he shot you a lazy smile.

“Ready for me, princess?”

“Always, Freddie.”

Your legs were still wrapped around his waist and you felt him line himself up, before he finally pushed into you, making you both groan out. He pressed his lips to yours, moving his hips against yours and thrusting into you.

He was rough, setting a fast pace but you matched his movements even with your hands tied up, revelling in the feeling of being so full, so complete.

Your heels dug into his back, leaving little dents, his own fingernails digging into your hips, leaving marks to remind you both in the morning of the events of the night before.

It didn’t take long for you to feel the familiar jolt of building pleasure, and from the way Fred was groaning into your neck, you knew he was close too.

He reached up and fumbled to unlock the handcuffs, allowing them to fall to the floor as you ran your hands through his ginger hair the way you’d been imagining, tugging at strands, making him curse out.

“I’m close-“ you breathed out, eyes fluttering closed as your hands moved to grip his flexing shoulders.

“I know, me too princess. Come for me,” Fred breathed out as he moved against you. Your second high coursed through you soon after and your head fell back against the pillow, breathing out another moan when you felt him finish inside you, his movements slowing down as his breathing began to still.

He was pressing kisses across your face, your cheeks, nose, multiple to your swollen lips as he pulled out of you, collapsing by your side, his skin flushed red.

You turned onto your side and kissed him gently again, and his hands held your waist as you moved on top of him.

“I love you,” you smiled down at him, watching as he smiled back at you.

“I love you too, princess, so much.”

He pulled you against him, your head nuzzling into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. He was quiet for a moment, and you began to think he’d fallen asleep when suddenly he spoke out, “So uh... me dressing up as Santa, huh? That something that would interest you?”

You lifted your head to see him smiling cheekily at you, rolling your eyes though you couldn’t help but smile, “Possibly. Why, what are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking I dress as Santa, you put that babydoll back on and maybe you sit in my lap,” Fred grinned, “How’s that sound?”

“Amazing,” you breathed out, feeling his hands squeeze your waist. He offered you no reply and instead moved from under you and jumped up off the bed, grabbing his dropped boxers and nearly falling as he pulled them back on again.

“Wait, where are you going?” You laughed, watching as he headed to the door.

“Where do you think?” He turned to you and grinned,

“I’m off to find a Santa costume.”

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Let Her Go (F.W. x Reader)

Summary: “Only know you love her when you let her go.” childhood friends to lovers, unrequited love

Prompt: This is for @vogueweasley‘s 1K writing challenge and the prompt is #44 “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.” Congrats again lovely!!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst to a bit of fluff, unrequited love, mention of alcohol (Fred being drunk), language (one curse word), Fred being stupid

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: Did I write another friends to lovers with unrequited love? Yes, but I love this idea and I’m just writing to cope. The inspiration is Let Her Go by Passenger! Hope you guys would like it! (Also, let’s pretend they used telephone)

Special thanks to @valwritesx for the support<3

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In your memories, you were always following Fred Weasley around.

You followed him around when he and George were throwing dungbombs in their neighbor’s garden. You were six, and he was seven.

You followed him around when it was your first year at Hogwarts. You were an awkward first year, but he has already established quite a reputation.

You followed him everywhere. Whether it was a quidditch game or detention, you were always there with him. Some people called you his sidekick, but you never really minded because you were absolutely head over heels for him.

You knew he knew about your stupid little crush; you weren’t trying to hide your feelings anyway. And you knew that your feelings weren’t reciprocated, but that didn’t matter. Loving him was your own business. Plus, you knew that at least you meant something to him, so you’ve still got a chance.

You loved him with all your heart and without a doubt. It was one-sided and lonely, but you never cared. Well, at least not until now.

It was your party to celebrate receiving a brilliant job offer from America. All of your friends were there.

“I’m so happy for you! But I’m also gonna miss you a lot!” George exclaimed for like the twentieth time today.

You chuckled, “I know, Georgie, I’ll miss you too! And I’m not leaving until the end of the next month. I’ve still got a lot to take care of before I go.” Now that you were actually talking about leaving, the whole concept of living in another country so far away finally began to feel more realistic. “There are just so many things and people I’ll miss.”

“By people, you mean Fred, right?” Ginny teased, “Speaking of which, where is he?”

“I don’t know. He promised he would come,” you replied, couldn’t control the blush that was climbing up your cheeks.

Ginny was right. Of course you were going to miss all of your friends dearly, but you were also going to miss Fred just a little more than the others. And that’s why you were a bit disappointed that he was so late to your party. You couldn’t stop yourself from checking the clock and the door every now and then. The butterflies in your stomach started dancing whenever you heard something outside, but they always die down when you realized it wasn’t him.

The clock soon struck 12, and when you were saying goodbye to the last of the guests, you finally accepted the fact that Fred was not going to show up tonight.

You were helping at the joke shop the next day, and it was already noon when you heard Fred walking down the stairs.

“Morning,” you could still hear the sleepiness in his voice, and you could tell from his messy hair and puffy eyes that it was a hangover. You frowned a little but you tried not to overthink. Surely he had a good reason, right?

“It’s already noon, brother,” George asked the question for you, “where were you last night?”

“I ran into Lee after work, and we went to the pub. Why?”

“Why? It was Y/N’s party last night, you forgot?”

“Wait, it was last night? Ah shit, I forgot. I’m sorry Y/N,” he turned to look at you. You could see the sorry on his face, but you couldn’t hear it in his voice. You knew that expression all too well. It was the same reaction whenever he got caught playing pranks on someone. He was saying that he’s sorry, but you knew he didn’t mean it.

“Fred, you do realize that she’s leaving soon, right?” George was finding this unbelievable too.

“Oh c’mon, last time I checked, we still have something called a portkey. And I’m sure Y/N will be visiting us pretty often, right Y/N?” The carelessness in his voice stung you.

Hurt, mixed with anger, was rushing to your brain. It was the moment that struck you, a moment that should have happened a long time ago.

You always thought that even though Fred didn’t love you back, at least you were still a very important friend to him. But now you’ve finally realized that maybe this was just another self-comforting lie. It was not the first time he forgot something about you, and it seemed like he never cared anyway.

“What am I in your life?” You asked quietly, “Because as of lately, I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“What are you saying? Y/N, you’re not making any sense.”

“I always thought it’s alright that my feelings aren’t reciprocated because it’s just my own business. But I’m not just that stupid girl who has a crush on you; I’m also your friend! And friends shouldn’t treat friends like nothing.” Your voice sounded calm, but tears were streaming down your face, “It was always me who’s looking for you and thinking about you, but friendship takes two, Fred. Maybe you should start trying too.”

Then you just stormed out of the joke shop, before George could try to talk you round and before Fred could probably tell a joke to laugh it off.

One week later, you left for your new job in a hurry. You said goodbye to every one of your friends, except for Fred.

Fred was feeling guilty but also confused. Why did you snap like that? What he did was surely just a small mistake, right? And he wasn’t too worried. He was sure that you would forgive him and come back to him. You always do. In fact, he was convinced that he could see you again the next holiday.

Halloween night, George had plans, so Fred was in charge of closing up tonight. Looking at the empty bowl of sweets on the counter, Fred thought about you. You always remembered to fill it up, especially around Halloween.

The autumn wind was getting cold, and he pulled his coat tighter as he walked outside. The kids on the street were all dressed up, going from door to door trick-or-treating. Fred remembered how you two and George would always go trick-or-treating together on Halloween since you were kids. Even after you all grew up, you would still drag him to go with you. But now he was walking alone in his business suit, on his way home. This moment he felt as if the kid inside him has left with you.

When he got home, he turned on the TV and started switching channels absentmindedly. You should be there, suggesting to watch a horror movie, but then deciding on something family-friendly. You would always try to have a Halloween movie marathon but end up falling asleep, lying on his shoulder. He found it adorable, but he never told you that.

Fred sighed as he laid back on the couch. This was the first Halloween without you.

Christmas morning, Fred walked downstairs, noticing something was different in the air. The Burrow was quieter. Sure, most of his family were already up and were gathered around the Christmas tree, chatting and laughing. But you weren’t there.

You weren’t there, showing up at the Burrow way too early in the morning. You weren’t there knocking on his door and waking him up using a cheerful, sing-song voice. He would always groan and tell you to give him five more minutes. But this year, when he woke up to the mechanical sound of the alarm clock, he really missed your cheerful voice.

Fred walked downstairs with everyone wishing him a Merry Christmas, but his eyes were searching the crowd for a glimpse of you that was just impossible to be found. This was the first Christmas without you.

New Year’s Eve, Fred and George were at the local pub’s New Year countdown party, along with the other boys. Just like usual, the boys had too much drink and passed out in the pub.

When Fred was only half-awake, he heard your voice calling him, “Freddie! C’mon, let’s get you home!” A soft smile appeared on his lips. You were back! He knew you would be back for the new year. He knew you wouldn’t leave him for too long.

You were always there to pick him up and carry him home after New Year’s party. He was always amazed at how you managed to carry him as he was taller than you, but you were always there for him. He just felt so lucky now to have you in his life, and seeing you in front of him made him smile like an idiot.

You were frowning seeing him lying on the floor, but you soon gave in when you saw that smile. You chuckled and whispered, “Happy New Year, Freddie.”

The soft smile stayed on Fred’s lips. He felt at home.

When Fred woke up again, he found himself lying on the floor of the pub. The pub was already empty. The boys were already gone. Someone must have picked them up, but there was no one for him. He finally began to realize that it was just a dream. You were still in America, and he was still a loser who’s lying alone on the cold floor on the first day of the new year.

Fred managed to walk out of the pub. The freezing wind was slapping on his face, trying to sober him up. He walked past a coffee shop. That was your favorite.

You were all he could think of now. Fred knew that you had a crush on him, but he always believed that it was just a stupid little childhood crush and it would fade as soon as you all grow up. He was just too familiar with you, and familiarity wasn’t what he thought he was looking for in romance.

But you were already in every part of his life. No matter where he goes or what he does, you were always there. But now you weren’t.

There was the first time Fred told a joke, and you weren’t the first to laugh. He loved the way you laugh, for it could always brighten up his whole day, but he never admitted it.

There was the first time he was humming a song, and you weren’t there to sing along. He loved your voice, for it could always calm him down, but he wouldn’t tell you that.

There was the first time when he realized that he needed you in his life.

The first time when he realized that he loved you more than he thought he did.

It was like muscle memory for him to remember everything about you, but he wasn’t even aware of that, and you obviously didn’t know too. Instead of showing you how much he loved and appreciated you, he just took you for granted because he thought you would never leave.

Fred dialed your number that night. He thought he might go crazy if he couldn’t hear your voice tonight. As he waited for you to pick up, he felt the inside of his stomach were all twisted together, but it was soon replaced by butterflies when he heard your voice.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N, it’s me, Fred,” he didn’t know why he stuttered, “S-so, I was wondering...do you know where is the photo of us at the station? It was your first year of school. Did you take it with you?”

“No, I gave it to George. Why?” He couldn’t tell your emotion through the phone. Were you annoyed? Or were you happy to hear his voice too?

“Oh, umm, nothing, just missing the old days.”

“Oh, okay...Anything else?”

There were so many things that he wanted to say. He wanted to tell you that he’s sorry and he missed you so much, but you sounded impatient. So all he managed to say was, “Happy New Year, Y/N.”

There was a few seconds of silence; then he heard you reply, “Happy New Year, Fred.”

Hanging up the phone, Fred felt his heart sank. He hated how emotionless you sounded, and he knew he had to do something. Maybe he couldn’t convince you to come back to him, but at least he owed you an apology.

Valentine’s Day. Evening, you walked out of the building you worked in. It was on a wizarding street just like Diagon Alley, so it didn’t take you too long to adjust to the new environment.

The shops on this street were all having Valentine’s specials, and it reminded you of the Valentine’s specials of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Fred always had the most interesting and romantic ideas-you shook your head. You promised yourself not to think about him anymore.

A shop at the corner captured your attention. You’ve never seen this shop before. You looked for the name of the shop and the sign above read “WWW’.

Just when you thought you were losing your mind and associating everything with Fred again, the shop owner walked out.

Fred smiled when he saw you. The same beaming smile that had you head over heels for him for as long as you could remember. “Hi, I'm new here. Would you mind showing me around?”

A/N: Sorry if the ending feels a bit rushed! I felt like it made sense to end here so the reader could decide if she wants to forgive him or not.

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