It had been about three days since you had found out you were pregnant. You were pacing your bedroom while you chatted to your best friend through the phone.
“I’m so excited and everything, I just don’t know when to tell him..” you said into the phone. You jumped when the bedroom door opened and Harry walked in, a frown on his face and exhaustion in his eyes.
“Oh, he’s home so I should go. Okay talk to you later.” You hung up the phone and smiled at your husband. “Rough day at work?” You asked as he plopped onto the bed with a groan.
“Yeah…” he mumbled back.
“Well I have some news that might cheer you up…” you replied. You bit your lip as he lifted his head to look at you. “Harry, i’m pregnant.” You smiled.
Harry eyes widened so much you thought they might fall right out of the sockets. He was on his feet and before you knew it you were lifted into the air and being spun around.
“We’re going to have a baby! I’m going to be a dad!” He cheered as he pulled you into a big bear hug. “I’m going to be a father.”
“Y/n are you in here?” You heard Ron call as the door to the guest room was pushed open. “What are you doing in here love?” You felt his arms wrap around your waist as he placed a kiss on your neck.
“Just thinking about a new paint color…” you replied as you looked at the walls, thinking about what would look the nicest.
“Why do we need to repaint the walls? Doesn’t the green look nice enough in here?” Ron pulled away from you and looked around the room as well.
“I like the green, but I don’t think the color matches the color of the crib that I bought…and the changing table too..they just won’t match.”
“Well what color are the crib and changing tab- wait…” Ron looked at you with confusion written all over his face. “Crib and changing table?”
“Yeah…oh right I haven’t told you yet.” You laughed to yourself. “I’m pregnant!”
You chuckled at Ron’s dumbfounded expression before you were squished into a big hug that almost knocked the air out of you. Ron pulled away from you a moment later, a huge smile on his face.
“You’re pregnant? Oh my god you’re pregnant! I’m going to be a dad!!”
“Hi, merry Christmas!” You greeted Lucius and Narcissa as they came through the door of your new house and wrapped you in a huge hug.
“Merry Christmas to you too darling!” Narcissa spoke as she hugged Draco as well. “You both look lovely!” She motioned towards your Christmas sweater and you smiled happily.
A few hours later, everyone had been fed and retreated to the living room where a fire was flickering in the fireplace and the tree lights glistened in the corner of the room.
“This is such a lovely place Draco.” Lucius said as he watched the fire.
“Very lovely. Oh Draco dear!” Narcissa suddenly exclaimed as she stood from the couch and went towards the tree. She reached under the tree and brought out a small square package. She hurried back to the couch and handed it to Draco. “We all want you to open this one even though it’s still Christmas Eve.”
Draco looked at you and you nodded for him to go ahead. Draco peeled back the paper and opened the square box. He reached into the box and pulled out a pair of blue baby shoes.
“What are these for..?” He asked as he looked at his mother.
“Why don’t you ask her, Draco.” Narcissa nodded towards you and you gave Draco a large smile. His eyes went wide.
“No way. Wait-are you actually! Y/n are you serious!” Draco was on his feet now, a huge grin on his face. “I’m going to be a father!”
He moved to you and wrapped you into a giant hug before you had a chance to say anything. Narcissa and Lucius exchanged happy smiles.
“Okay so we’ll have dinner and then we’ll tell them about the new house okay?” Fred asked as he pulled into his parents driveway and parked the car. The whole family was gathering for thanksgiving and you and Fred planned to tell everyone that you had moved out of the apartment and into an actual house while everyone was together.
“Sounds good.” You smiled at him before getting out of the car.
After about an hour of helping molly in the kitchen and talking to Arthur about how a microwave works, it was finally time for dinner.
“This looks amazing Molly! You’ve really outdone yourself!” Arthur exclaimed as he joined everyone at the table.
Fred stood up just as his father sat down. “Heyo ever’one. I just wanted to say that Y/n and I have an announcement.” He took your hand as you stood up and out of your chair as well. “We moved out of the apartment and have our own house now!” Fred exclaimed.
“And i’m pregnant!” You said happily and the room went deathly silent. And then everyone was talking all at once. Molly got out of her chair and ran to you.
You looked at Fred who looked completely boggled.
“I found out about a week ago but wanted to surprise you!” You said to him. His face lit up and even though everyone was talking very loudly, you could still hear him cheering “I’m going to be a dad!!”
It was beautiful Saturday morning. The sun was shining in through the window and giving everything a pretty golden color. You were warm and comfortable, pressed against the body of your husband George.
“Good morning beautiful.” He hummed as he kissed your cheek lightly. “How’d ya sleep?”
“Very nicely thank you.” You smiled at him.
“Good. I’m gonna go take a shower and then maybe we can go out for breakfast or something.” George suggested as he rolled out of bed and into the bathroom.
“Okay.” You called after him. You smiled widely as you heard the bathroom door close. You sat up and brushed through you hair with your fingers.
“Oh my god,” you heard George say through the bathroom door. “Bloody hell..no way! Y/n!” George burst through the door, in his hand was the pregnancy test you had ‘accidentally’ left on the counter. “Y/n you’re pregnant!?”
You nodded at him. He let out a childish scream before jumping onto the bed and hugging you tightly to him. “I love you so much Y/n! We’re going to be parents!”
it’s very long a due, i know i know, but here’s my masterlist!! all of my imagines whoop!! and it WILL be updated quite alot!! if there’s one star next to it, that means it’s a fan favorite, and if it has two stars, that means it’s one of my personal favorites! WARNING: older imagines kinda suck!!
if you wanna request an imagine (if requests are open, that is) my ask box can be found right here
also, i have a Broadway imagine series, and if you wanna read those, the masterlist for that series can be found riiiiiight here
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Holiday Modern AU)
Summary: You get creative after you forget to get a Christmas gift for your best friend.
Happy Christmas and holidays, lovelies! This one’s for everyone who’s made the time to read and respond my personal posts, stories, and overall made this platform a wonderful place. Special dedication listed after the story!
You open your compact mirror to quickly check out your appearance - your cheeks are slightly rosy from the cold and your hair’s a little messy. Satisfied, you shut the mirror and stuff it in your purse and ring the doorbell.
A few silent beats shuffle by before the door opens. Clad in sweats and a navy shirt that hints his the muscular frame underneath, a slightly disheveled Bucky steps out. His disgruntled look is replaced with one of crinkled surprise and his lips part open. “What the -”
“HELLO AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!” you yell, flailing your arms out.
Bucky sleepily rubs his face. “Christmas is tomorrow, and you’re disrupting -”
“I’m here to give you your gift, my darling!” you interrupt, shaking your shoulders towards him.
Your best friend tilts his head and stares at you in a way that ceases your shoulder shaking. “This couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” he grumbles.
“Well, we leave for our trip tomorrow and -”
“Hold on,” Bucky butts in, holding up an index finger. He squints his eyes and lets his blue orbs slowly skim from your feet to the top of your head. He takes in your black tights, red skirt, and green crewneck sweater with Bucky’s alma mater’s insignia printed on the front. He pinches the sleeve of the sweater. “How and why do you have this?”
“Stole it from you when we went to your family’s beach house three years ago. It was the only green thing in my closet!” you happily chirp. “But how are you not talking about the pièce de résistance?!” you demand, pointing to your head.
Bucky’s blue eyes travel to the “pièce de résistance” you so proudly point to. Taped to your hair is a large and floppy gift ribbon you’ve fashioned from a two spools-worth of red ribbon. You spin side to side, showing off all the angles.
“Is this some fashion trend? Or is it -” Bucky stops, his eyes growing wide as he realizes the meaning behind the ribbon. “No. You wouldn’t.”
You sassily place your hand on your hip. “Tada! I’m your Christmas gift!” you cheer.
The crisp winter air blasted you as you walked out of the store. You set your shopping bags down, zipped up your jacket all the way and put on your cap on when you noticed snowflakes starting to gently fall.
You grab your keys out of your purse, pick up your bags and walk to your car. You drive to the apartment that you and your boyfriend share. Unfortunately, he was away on a mission somewhere so it’s been kinda lonely in the apartment.
Warnings: None, just some lovely tooth rotting fluff.
You arm looped through Kol’s as you approached Santa’s Village. You weren’t ecstatic about crowds, most of the time they made you nervous, but you wanted to try new things, so when Kol brought up the fact that in Maine there was a city that turned into Santa’s Village for a week each year you decided to go. The plane ride to Maine wasn’t too bad or bumpy, but your grip on Kol’s hand only faltered when you got up to use the bathroom. Kol found it amusing but you found it terrifying.
As you approached the crowd you tightened your arm around Kol’s. You were holding hot cocoa in your hand, keeping warm as best you could as it start to snow. All around you people were bustling up and down the streets with their children and partners. You made your way slowly down the street, taking in the lights and the music until you reached the center of town. People were dancing to the music and laughing and they drank their hot cocoa. Your favorite Christmas song starts playing and Kol looks down at you with a huge giddy smile.
“No.” You look up at him with wide eyes.
“Oh, yes, darling. Come on, dance with me.” He takes his arm from yours and takes your hand.
“Kol- I can’t dance.” He drags you to the middle of the crowd of dancing people and twirls you around. You laugh.
“Who cares if you can dance, have fun!” He exclaims as you twirl him. He has to duck to fit under your arm.
With terrible dance moves, you manage to only bump into three people as Kol laughs with you. The song ends, prompting you to get off the dancefloor and try to find the closest hot cocoa stand. Your hands were freezing.
“Cold, darling?” Kol’s arm hooks around your waist.
“A bit.” You smile as you blow hot air on your hands. Kol pays for your hot cocoa and you hold it close to you before you drink it, hoping to take some of its warmth.
“Where to next?” Kol asks as you start to walk aimlessly up the street. He dangles his arm over your shoulder.
“The tree lighting is at ten which is in…” You looks down at your watch. “Ten minutes. We’ll never get there in time.”
“Forgetting something, darling?” You look down at your hands, thinking you had forgotten something but the hot cocoa was in your hands and you could feel your car keys and wallet in your pocket. Kol points to himself. “Vampire, remember?”
“Oh, right. Super speed.” He chuckles. You lift your arms up, giving him enough room to lift you and then run both of you to the tree. You weren’t too far back, you could see a few little kids who looked very impatient to see Santa and their parents who were smiling down at their impatient children.
“That tree is huge.” You had to crane your neck to see the top.
“I’ve seen bigger.” You hit Kol’s chest and he chuckles as you lean into him again. A few more sips of your hot cocoa and you start to hear bells tinkling. Parents ask their children if they hear that and within seconds little kids are jumping up and down, over excited. A chorus of ‘ho ho ho’s fill the air and you couldn’t help but to cheer along with everyone else as Santa Claus came onto the stage.
“Merry Christmas!” He shouts. You, and a lot of other people, reply back with a ‘Merry Christmas’. Kol is smiling broadly.
“Should we light the tree?” The little kids scream back a loud ‘yes!’. Santa laughs again.
“Then light the tree, we will! Are you ready? Count down with me. Three, two, one!” The tree lights up, colorful lights seem to fill the entire town as little children and parents alike cheer around you.
“Merry Christmas, darling.” Kol leans down to whisper in your ear. You smile up at him and kiss him cheek.
so recently i’ve been reading a lot of taekook and in the span of a few months i’ve read a lot of fics that have made me an emotional mess (in a good way). so i thought i’d share a few with everyone since i don’t have anyone to talk with about these really great fics. im telling you, you will not be disappointed.
most of these i’ve found in ao3 and a few are from aff (in which most of them are college aus one shots cause i love a good youth fic). they are not in any particular order, only alphabetical, although i have labeled my favorite fics with a star (☆).
also if you do bother reading any of these and finish it crying, feel free to talk to me and we’ll cry together. hah
Jeongguk gets stood up and a weird barista with a nametag that says “V” won’t stop making him weird drinks with names like ‘lean green fighting machine’ and acting out complete monologues behind the counter.
'Aren’t you that tiny boy who followed me around like a puppy in middle school and looked at me like I hung the stars? Ok well we’re in college now and you still have a huge crush on me and the only difference is now you do ridiculous things to try to impress me and honestly you’re so adorable even though you’re huge and stronger than me now’
Taehyung accidentally tells “I love you” to the guy on the other line while ordering a pizza and gets a “Love you too” followed by a"I hope you’re not expecting a discount on the pizza just cause we confessed our undying love for each other.”
Jungkook gets his first apartment away from Busan, away from his parents, away from the stress of his earlier life. He soon finds out that his next door neighbor is pretty much out of his fucking mind.
“it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au
Prompt: Yoongi comes home on Christmas and gives you a gift.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: This piece has sexually explicit themes. Read at your own discretion.
You sat on the couch with a mug of hot cocoa between your hands. Your knees were tucked up against you as you snuggled in under the blankets.
The sky was dark outside and you watched in awe as the snowflakes fell heavy to the ground. You let out a sigh and took another sip.
It was 11 o'clock on Christmas Eve and Yoongi had yet to return from practice. Your hand fiddled nervously with the engagement ring on your finger and you but your lip. It wasn’t like you had anything planned for the day before Christmas, but you had wanted to spend some quality time with your fiancé and celebrate the holiday.
You yawned before checking the clock once more and deciding to call it a day. You’d see him in the morning anyway. Still, the sinking feeling decided to crawl its way into your chest when you thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d walk through the door any minute. The feeling made you hesitate on the couch for just a few more minutes before you finally gave up. The hot chocolate mug was set on the counter, still half full, and your tired form found the soft blankets of your bed. Even with the disappointment of Yoongi not being there, tiredness consumed you and you quickly fell into a deep sleep.
You were pulled out of your groggy sleep when you heard the front door open and softly close. It didn’t take long for him to come into the room and strip down to climb into bed. He made himself comfortable and wrapped his warm arm around your waist, effectively pulling you into him. You made a soft sound before settling into his chest.
“What time is it?” You croaked out. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and placed a soft kiss there.
“1am. I’m sorry I’m so late. Our manager wouldn’t let us leave until we got this new dance-”
“Merry Christmas,” you cooed. You’d already forgiven him. Hell, you would have forgiven him even if he hadn’t been able to spend the night at all. You loved him too much to care about any of that right now.
“Merry Christmas, darling,” his lips returned to your neck and he began placing open mouthed kisses along your skin.
You keened into his touch, your body reviving slowly. His hand joined his touches as he stroked lightly up and down your thigh. Your body welcomed his and fire spread through your veins. This was no longer innocent kisses or touches. You felt him hard against your butt and you pushed yourself against him. He let out a soft groan and his hand halted its ministrations on your smooth skin.
“No, this is my fault and I wanna make it up to you,” he groaned out. It was clear that he was having trouble keeping himself from attacking you. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been alone with him and it was clear that the desire was evident to the both of you.
“I’ve already forgiven you. I don’t care,” your skin was hot and your body urgently needed his. All sleepiness was gone from your body as the electricity ran through your veins.
“I know,” with that he flipped you onto your back and he hovered over you. He licked his lips and leaned down to place kisses all over your face. You giggled but let him continue his trail. Even in the heat of the moment, he never put himself before you. “I know. But let me do this for you because I should have been here earlier.”
His lips moved from your face to your neck with one last peck on your cheek. You moved your head back so he could reach your neck. His hands stroked at your stomach and pushed your sleep shirt upwards. He smoothed his hand up your stomach and over one of your breasts, squeezing lightly. His other hand tapped your arm up, signaling his want for the fabric to disappear. You say up and quickly removed it, leaving you in just your cute, pink undies.
“I love these, you know,” he couldn’t take his eyes off your hips. His fingers ran over the elastic before pulling it back and letting it snap against your skin. You gasped as your hips bucked up to meet his hand. From that movement, the slightly darker, pink spot of wetness was visible and you saw his eyes darken.
“I know,” you breathed out. “I wore them for tonight… hoping you’d come home for dinner,” your eyes drifted off and your cheeks heated up. You couldn’t meet his eyes because you knew what you’d see there. You knew there would be guilt, but you didn’t want him to feel that way. You had wanted to spend Christmas Eve making love with him but that unfortunately hadn’t happened.
A gentle hand on your chin drew your eyes back to him. He looked at a loss for words and leaned down to peck your forehead.
“Let me make it up to you,” and with that he returned to his actions, now with a fervor unmatched. He didn’t give you a chance to respond before his lips were on yours again. Your hands coiled into his hair as you responded with as much passion as you could. His fingers slid under the hem of your panties to stroke the your skin. He wasted no time in removing them. He languidly brushed his digits over your folds and you mewled at the light contact.
“If you want to make it up to me, then don’t be such a fucking tease,” you breathed out.
His fingers gathered the warmth from you, making them slick. Then without any warning, he sunk two digits into your you.
“Yoongi!” You choked out. Your head flew back into the pillow as your back arched off the bed.
“Look at me,” he demanded. Your eyes met his from his place on the bed. There was something strangely erotic about the eye contact as his fingers pumped in and out of you. You struggled to keep your eyes from rolling back into your head as he curled them and brushed the most sensitive part in you.
A long moan escaped from your lips and you could see the smirk that was evident on his face.
“Is that good, baby girl?” He repeatedly swiped at the spot that had you writhing underneath him. You couldn’t respond other than a whine. When your walls began to clench around his fingers, he knew you were close and he slid them from you. Your hips moved to remain in contact with him and he chucked.
“Hold on, I’m getting there.”
He kissed down your stomach and licked one long stripe from your belly button to your heat.
“God, you smell amazing. I bet you even taste better,” he breathed out, the cool air fanning over your slick core. His nose nuzzled into your curls and he eagerly began licking at your velvety folds. Your hands returned to his hair and tugged at the strands which earned a moan from him. It resonated through your core to your clit and you moaned.
He was unrelenting in his motions, switching between long and kitten licks which had you reeling. The next movement made you gasp and grind down on him. He attached his lips around your clit and sucked hard.
“Yoongi!” You cried out. Your orgasm hit you unexpectedly and your cry was cut off. He worked you through it, softly licking against you until you were shying away, his delicate touches too much.
When you finally came down from your high, the sleepy feeling from your orgasm and being woken up at 1am hit you and your eyelids drooped. Still, it didn’t stop you from noticing the tent that remained in Yoongi’s briefs.
“Yoongi-ah,” you cooed. You wanted to help him but you could hardly keep your eyes open. He leaned down to peck your cheek.
“It’s alright. I’ll take care of it, you go to sleep. Merry Christmas, baby,” he ran his hand through your hair as you drifted back into sleep.
A very merry Christmas to my darling @tori2star! I got to be your Santa for this year! We both have the same favs! You said you wanted Talia in a dark outfit ad you really like the twins so I give you this terrible trio of trouble! I always wondered what would’ve happened if Gramorr found Talia…Felicidades everyone! 💖
Request: Mayor Snart x reader AUs One where it’s Christmas and the reader tells leonard she’s pregnant!!
a/n: last xmas imagine
It’s almost nine o’clock in the morning when the two of you wake up. Len’s firm hand slithers around your waist, ice cube eyes gazing into yours and thin pale pink lips twisted into a sleepy smile. Your palm lays on top of his bare chest, fingers drawing lazy designs in boredom. His chin sits on top of your head and he plays with your hair.
“Merry Christmas, darling.” he hums, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Mmm, I got you something…” His hand untangles from your locks, running across the smooth shiny black surface of the bedstand, fingers curling underneath the golden shell handle. It slides open in a breeze. He sits himself up, back against the marshmallow white bed frame, letting your hand fall in his lap, which is covered by the black and gray comforter.
Carefully, you prop yourself up, hesitantly wrapping your fingers around the small gift. The cyan snowflake wrapping paper feels silky in your hands and you almost don’t want to tear it open. But you do; your fingernails sneak under the clear tape, popping it off. You unravel the navy velvet box from the paper.
Looking at Len, who urges you to continue, you place your thumb on the edge of the box, lifting the lid up. “Oh my god, Lenny, it’s…this is stunning.” you gasp, pulling the heart necklace from the velvet. It’s a silver locket, tinted with a very light blue color. An elaborate engraving of a simple snowflake covers the outside; you crack it open, smiling at the photo of you and him. “I love it!” you beam.
He smiles, leaning on his forearm, TV static pattern pillow crinkling. “I’m glad.” His lips peck yours, the pads of his fingers brush across your temple, pushing your hair back. Before he gets the chance to take the kiss further, you shift your body, getting out of bed with a devious smirk. His eyebrows furrow, “Where are you going?” he groans, eyes following you to the closet.
When you grab the item, you return with your hands behind your back. “And now, it’s my turn. Merry Christmas, Mr. Mayor!” You set a small pair of olive green booties on the bedpost, biting your lips. If he doesn’t get this…
“Um, I don’t think those are going to fit me…” he snorts, pointing his index finger towards the shoes.
You roll your eyes, walking to his side of the bed. “That’s because they’re aren’t necessarily for you…” you mumble, grabbing his confused face in your palms, “I’m pregnant.” Your eyes shine as you tell him, hands moving to lift your loose fluffy pajama shirt up.
He stares at your bloated stomach, finally seeing the slight difference, eyes darting from your abdomen to your face. “You’re pregnant!” He lets out a watery laugh, sniffling as his hands reach out, feeling your skin; you nod, bottom lip in between your teeth. He slams his lips on your belly, scattering kisses on you. “I love you.” he whispers, standing up to kiss your lips.
This is the best present Leonard Snart could ever ask for.
You walk down the winding South Carolina streets, John’s fingers intertwined with your own. You rest your head on his shoulder as you walk. You shiver slightly, causing him to stop. “Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?”
You shake your head and lie, “No, no I’m fine. I don’t want you to be cold.”
He sees through your lie and takes off his jacket. “Here. Take it.”
“(Y/N). Take the jacket.”
You sigh and wrap the jacket around your shoulders, breathing in his scent. As the two of you walk down the streets, you pass a number of little boutiques. John pulls you into one of the cafes and orders hot chocolate for the two of you while you find a place to sit. You find a couch next to the window. John approaches, holding two drinks and takes a seat next to you. You rest your head on his shoulder once again, causing him to wrap his arm around you.
“What do you want for Christmas?” he asks suddenly.
You mock shock. “You still haven’t got my present?! Christmas is in two days!”
He laughs. “I already got your present. I just want to make sure it’s a good one.”
You kiss his cheek. “Anything you get me would be amazing.”
“That’s not the answer I wanted.”
You giggle and kiss his nose. “What do you want?”
“To be with you.”
“You’re so cheesy,” you whine.
“But you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“That is true.”
You wake up on Christmas morning to the smell of John’s cooking, causing you to throw the covers off you and run to the kitchen where your husband is. You snake your arms around his waist and rest your head on his shoulder. He smiles and moves the eggs onto a plate and hands it to you. “Merry Christmas, darling.”
You peck his lips. “Merry Christmas.”
He leads you to the tree and tells you to open your box. You giggle at his enthusiasm and take the large box from him. You open it up and find a large terrarium complete with decorations and food. “John? Why did you get me turtle food?”
He laughs. “Alex is currently watching the turtle. I didn’t want the surprise to be ruined. We can go get him later.”
You jump up and wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you! I love you so much!”