and for the eve of season three i give you.... this

Malec Fanfic Rec!

Malec writing goodies from amazing writers.These are some golden works

4 times Alec almost said I love you, and the one time that he actually did by sufferingbisexual

Alec realized he was in love with Magnus. However when will he be able to actually tell him.

Across the Hall by clato27

“'She looks just like your wife,’ Magnus said, offhandedly. His gaze tore back to Alec when he heard the other man choke on the coffee he was drinking. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, are you two not married.’ 'Uh, no,’ Alec said after recovering from his coughing fit. 'Izzy is my sister.'”

Aka, the “I fell in love with the pregnant girl across the hall’s brother” AU.

Addicted To You by @imawriteriwrite

Magnus Bane’s the head of his own company. Alec Lightwood is in his last year of law school. They’ve never met but have one thing in common: neither does relationships. Just one night stands. That is until they find themselves matched on a hookup app and suddenly one night is not enough.

Also known as the one where Magnus and Alec meet and think they can have no strings attached sex and not develop feelings.

Alecs Husband by NotEvenThat

Max misses Alec and finally demands that he go with Alec and his friend.. Even if Mom says no.

Amor Aeternus by @lolguess

In a world where the Clave encourages soulbonding you would think Magnus and Alec have it easy.

And Then I Met You by @everydayfandom

Sometimes someone comes along and throws you of your life path. And sometimes that’s not such a bad thing.

Bibliophile by @dorkberto

Despite what his sister thinks about his non-existent love life, Alec is not in danger of an oncoming descent into recluse crazy cat owner. For one; Church would eat his competitors for Alec’s undivided attention and two; Alec’s a little hung up over Magnus Bane.

Blue storm by @dorkberto

Ragnor was gone.

Ragnor was gone

Bright Lights, Small Town by @lecrit

When Magnus gets to Nashville, Indiana to handle his late mother’s will, he doesn’t expect to be forced to stay there for six months. Six months away from New York and lost in the wildness of the countryside.

It quickly appears that he is going to go through six months of living hell.

The fact that he hates the local veterinarian on sight isn’t helping.

Broken Arrows by @gibberish10

Over his parabatai’s missing, Alec lashes out at everyone, including Magnus Bane, his warlock lover.

Come Undone by @gibberish10

No one has asked him how he felt, but Alec did.

Complete Me by Maleciseverything

“What one loves in childhood stays in the heart forever.” -Mary Jo Putney

Drop It Like It’s Hot by @janoda

Alec tries to deal with people behaving differently since the wedding. He hadn’t counted on Dylan from Accounting.

Fusion by prfctdaze

Magnus gets the surprise of his life when he walks in to Jade Wolf.

Happy Birthday, Beautiful by @themagnusbane

The thing about having lived for centuries is that birthdays are no longer such a big deal. A pity no one told that to Magnus Bane’s party extraordinaire boyfriend: Alec Lightwood.

Hold me tightly by Tchell1

“I thought you had died, Alexander” Magnus finally said as a way of explaining himself “I saw you die”

Hypnotise by highlytrainedfangirl

Alec had a problem. One that was wrapped up in exquisite clothing and dusted in glitter. Alec was quickly realising that being around Magnus was terrible for his composure. Ignoring the fact that he could barely string a sentence together without tripping over his words, he’d discovered a new distraction: magic.

I found God but it wasn’t supposed to be by @intangibel

After closing a particularly spectacular legal case Magnus sends Ragnor a celebratory text only to find himself the victim of autocorrect and having to explain to a very handsome angel (Alec) that he isn’t God, no matter how much he wishes he was right now.

In The Cards by Obssesivecompulsivereadr

Magnus wore cardigans and baggy slacks. He owned two cats, and he lived in a home more suitable for an elderly mundane woman for a reason. He was to remain boring and unsuitable for most associations with people. He did not like attention, no matter how positive it might be. He was to seem eccentric and weird. Living a life focused on magic that was supposed to not exist.

Into You by @darrenchristsupastar

Alec has more layers than we may have previously thought

It’s Time To Lose Your Virginity, Brother Dearest by @themagnusbane

Magnus Bane is a famous stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love with him after one dance. The feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he meets the freshly turned twenty-one year old Alec lightwood, he can’t take his eyes off him, and they find themselves in love quicker than they expected.

Looking at him by @jainsel-and-the-ships

Alec Lightwood is in love with his best friend and colleague Jace.
Jace is straight and at the moment he’s dating this Clary girl. Alec is certain it won’t last, as all his friend’s previous relationships.
Then there’s Magnus Bane, another co-worker and a man who sure knows how to make Alec feel embarrassed.
Something’s going on between Alec and Magnus.
Something’s going on between Jace and Clary too…

Magic and Rum by NotEvenThat

Shortly after the party, Magnus finds Max in the kitchen.

Make a home out of you by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion

“There is a delicate system in place and you are destroying it, Alexander Lightwood. Unhand my pants.”

“Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d hear you say. You’re usually encouraging me to put my hands on your pants.”

Morning hair by @lollylokoala

While Magnus was completely aware of the effect Alec had on him, he didn’t know that a tiny little detail in Alec’s morning look could make his heart skipped a beat.

My Heart Smiles by pseudofoucault333 

Magnus is an interior designer who is dreading going to his yearly Christmas party and Alec a waiter who has dealt with more than enough Christmas cheer to last a lifetime. But when the two set eyes on the other across a crowded restaurant are they going to be destined for more when the festive season is over?

My True Love Gave To Me by @imawriteriwrite

Magnus Bane had a plan, a perfect Christmas Eve just like always. Hang out with his friends, bask in the Christmas Spirit. Then everything went wrong.

Now he’s stuck reliving the same day again and again and again. The bright side? Maybe Alec Lightwood isn’t as terrible as Magnus always thought.

Never Stand Between Two Mirrors by @oncethrown

Alec has enough on his plate right now. His parents are furious at him, Magnus Bane is making him feel things he’s trying so hard not to feel, his wedding is coming up, and his world is breaking apart.What he doesn’t need is a fussy mundane version on himself showing up in the Institute basement. What he doesn’t need is Magnus telling him that they’ll just have to wait for Seelie Magic to suck that version of himself back to his own dimension.But since when does Alec get what he needs?

Alternate Dimension Alec gets trapped in the Shadowhunter reality at some point after the “I know you feel what I feel” scene. The gang desperately tries to stop chaos from ensuing. 

Nothing But A Distraction by @actuallyredorchid

Clary doesn’t sneak away when Alec’s on the phone, so Alec accepts Magnus’ invitation to “go out for a drink”.

Off to a bad start by @fangtasticsaphael

“How did you manage to never run into him? He’s always helping with stuff and he’s even been at the institute about three weeks ago to strengthen the wards against further attacks from Valentine,” she replied and looked at her brother incredulously. Alexander scrunched up his nose and shrugged.

“Well, maybe I have better things to do than waiting around to watch some overrated warlock do magic tricks,” he commented a little defensively but it was the truth. He always had something to do and even when they were not out demon hunting, he had either paperwork to do or train.

“Pardon me, but I’m not just some overrated warlock. I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn and that title is well deserved, if I may say so. And I’m appalled that you refer to my magic as petty tricks. You Nephilim always act to high and mighty, yet you’re constantly in need of some tricks from overrated warlocks to help you out of some unnecessary dilemma,” a foreign voice interjected and Alec whirled around, fingers instinctively curling around his bow to be ready to attack if need be. The owner of the voice was not what Alexander had expected, to be honest.

Oh lover, hold on by @fireblazie

The mask and goggles clatter to the ground. Isabelle makes a choked noise, and Jace whispers, paper-thin, “Alec?”

Magnus stops breathing as Alec’s gaze—cold, dead, and empty—comes to rest impassively on them.

“Who the hell is Alec?”

(Loosely based on Captain America: The Winter Soldier.)

One Show Only by KouriArashi

It’s hard to stay in the closet when the guy you had a one-night stand with two nights ago turns out to be your new partner … but Alec will be damned if he isn’t going to give it a try.

People say crazy things by @ohlafraise

“But what I don’t get is why Magnus cares so much about a random shadowhunter,” Jocelyn said.

Simon winced. “Oh, boy.”

Pick up lines by Gracefanfics

Admittly maybe using pick up lines in the middle of your brother’s rune party was a bad idea.

Or 
A short fic about Alec not having great timing in using pick up lines on Magnus.

Shooting Pool by @malec-is-pretty

Magnus and Alec go on their date and a simple game of pool gets them a little wound up.

Somewhere safe to finally break by onefootintheboilinghotlava

With the war finally over, Magnus had time to be alone and his mind decided to bring up all the things and people he had lost in the war at once. At his own loft, with his two beloved cats sleeping soundly, Magnus broke down……

Tampons and Concealer? By onefootintheboilinghotlava

So Izzy sent Alec to get tampons and concealer…Alec was standing in the drugstore, not even sure where to begin, when a handsome stranger offered to help.

That’s your cue by @theleftboobgrabber

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Alec tells Magnus apropos of nothing.

Magnus frowns. “I’m on the other side of the table!” he protests… not that he wasn’t thinking about some light groping per say, but they’re in public, Alec might not be into it and, while he’s good at concealing it, Magnus does have manners. Sometimes.

My take on Magnus and Alec’s date.

The Choices of the Chosen by KouriArashi

The day after his 21st birthday, Alec is sent to the demonic court as a gladiator, where he makes both friends and enemies … along with meeting Magnus Bane, who doesn’t seem to fit in either category.

The Only Magic I Believe In (Is The Magic I Receive From Loving You) by @delilahbelle

Or, four gifts Alec gives Magnus.

“No one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

Alec’s face softens. “Well, I’m going to do it for as long as I’m alive. So get used to it.”

The Second Kiss by @simonseroticfriendfiction

“So here we are.” Magnus said, taking a step closer to Alec.

Alec gulped and took a deep breath in through his nose. “Yeah, here we are.” He squeezed his fingers nervously in his fists as he caught Magnus glancing towards his lips. “I-I suppose you want me to kiss you?” He stuttered, voice faltering.

This Christmas (You’re Someone Special) by vulturemonem 

Last Christmas, Magnus Bane had his heart broken.

Again, and again, and again.

And he didn’t think it would be mended anytime soon. He certainly didn’t think he’d be ready to let anybody in. Until a beautiful boy walks into his shop, and steals his breath with shy glances, kind words, and a fantastic coffee machine.

Maybe this Christmas will be better.

Or: In which Camille is awful, Ragnor and Raphael are an old married couple, and Magnus can’t help but be enamoured by Alec Lightwood.

This Night Is Not Forever by @isabellebiwoods

Alec Lightwood is a happily settled down man in a loving, caring relationship. But things weren’t always that way… and once upon a time, Alec used his Valentine’s Day to celebrate the spirit of the night as much as possible.

aka. world inverted legendary lothario alec lightwood

Too Much is Never Enough by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

They are on opposite edges of the same ideal. Alec so young, and Magnus so much older. Alec a blessed acolyte of the Angel, Raziel. Magnus the abandoned son of the Greater Demon, Asmodeus. Magnus with so much more unimportant and irrelevant experience, and Alec with none. They could not be more different if they tried, and yet, they are also the same. A matched set of uncertainty and inability to accept that someone might want them for exactly who they are.

Top Three by @nebulein

So.” Alec flops back onto the bed, sprawled in a lazy heap on his back, sated and boneless. Magnus is already lying on his belly, basking in the afterglow, and he surreptitiously steals closer, burrowing against Alec’s side. “Best sex of my life.”

Magnus hums, resting his head on his arms, revelling in the thrill those words send through him.

“Or, well,” Alec hazardously waves an arm around, “easily in the top three.”

Magnus giggles. He has no idea where that came from. It’s uncharacteristic for him. Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn is usually much too dignified to giggle. But then Alec turns his head and grins at Magnus, lopsided and loopy but brilliant, oh so brilliant, warming Magnus from the inside out and maybe this is exactly the kind of situation which calls for a giggle, so Magnus will allow it. Just this once.

“How about you?”

Twenty-One-Year-Old Alec Lightwood by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

Alec tries not to want Magnus, but it goes about as well as all those other things Alec’s tried not to want throughout the years. Which is… badly

Warm In Your Light by @actuallyredorchid

It’s far too easy, letting himself be swept away.

(S02E07 missing scene)

We must choose to reach out and touch by Ambros

Magnus holds out his hand, a silver chain running around his middle finger and wrist, and Alec doesn’t have the time to process it – to think, doesn’t have the time to realise what’s going to happen because he has to take it and he does, electricity dancing through their fingers and down his back and he tries not to think about it, holds out his own hand for Jace and feels unbalanced; he knows Jace’s touch, remembers it from roughing each other up when they were kids even though he tried to forget it, to turn it into a ghost when he understood, but Magnus’ is new and smooth and unassuming and he feels uncomfortable, doesn’t know what to do with it.

Who Ya Gonna Call? By @menckenschrestomethy

“You have to—“

“Help you?” Magnus filled in dryly.

Or: The Six Times Magnus helped someone, and the one time they try to help him

Will you be my best friend? Will you be my last? by @lightwoodlesbians

or the 'you pretended to be my partner bc my ex wouldn’t stop talking to me’ au

You Are Certainly My Poison of Choice by iktwabrokenbone

So there he was. Midnight, at a party. Preparing himself to do something with a guy. To spend one night getting all of this- this unspeakable desire out of his system. He needed to forget it before he made a mistake and ruined his career, his chances of becoming Head of the New York Institute.
 

(Alec’s panic attacks were getting worse and worse and maybe if he spent one night with a guy he could get it out of his system, and he could forget being gay and loving Jace. But nothing went that smoothly, so of course Alec’s one night stand had to be Magnus Bane, and they had to keep bumping into each other. It wasn’t like Alec wanted to understand his emotions, anyway.)

Tumblr played with me and there are some blogs that doesn’t show and there are some authors that I couldn’t find them here. So sorry.

Mon-El v Lena, Maggie and Lillian

So, TV Line has elected Mon-El from Supergirl as the Best New Character on an established drama series in 2016. I do not have anything against Mon-El and I do believe that he can become a very interesting character on the second part of Supergirl’s current season. However, the decision to elect a best new character cannot be based on the potential said character has for the future, but on what he has done so far. So, let’s take a look at Mon-El and three other new character on Supergirl, shall we?

Mon-El

  • Was found in a Kryptonian Pod and ran from the DEO as soon as he woke up.
  • Attacked a man in order to force him to send a message to Daxam
  • He got judged wrongly by Kara for being from Daxam, but didn’t really do much to change her view of him in the beginning
  • Did not want to take a job or try to learn how to be human to fit in
  • Acted like a party boy at CatCo. He gave all his work to Eve, used her credit card and fucked her in a supply room
  • He did not want to take any responsibility even for himself
  • He helped The Guardian fight the Parasite
  • He invited himself to L-Corp’s party (rude)
  • He clearly lied about who he really is and what really happened in Daxam before he got in the Pod
  • He only tried to be better after Kara talked to him constantly about this

Conclusion: he did not do anything really important and, except for the fact that he seems to be keeping a secret about whom he really is, he has no more depth of character.

Now, let’s see other three new characters on Supergirl’s second season:

Lena Luthor

  • Carries the surname Luthor which automatically makes everyone distrusts her.
  • Was unjustly accused of being behind the Venture explosion just because of the name Luthor and was proved innocent when Superman and Supergirl realized she was the target of the attack
  • Renamed her company in order to distance it from the evil image created by her brother, even though she knew that Lex had people trying to kill her for him because of this
  • She did not hesitate to kill the man who was trying to kill her and save Alex
  • Helped Supergirl with useful information that could land her in the bad side of some very powerful people by giving the address to the alien fight club.
  • She didn’t shy away from the threat of a gang using alien weaponry given to them by Cadmus and devised a way to destroy them, setting a trap for the gang and eliminating the problem almost single-handedly.
  • When presented with the possibility that her mother was the leader of Cadmus she didn’t ignore Supergirl’s words, instead she confronted her mother and, finding out that it was true, she set a trap to her mother avoiding the genocide of all aliens in National City and sending her own mother to prison.

Conclusion: Lena is a bad-ass woman with incredible talent not only for business, but also technology. She has a good heart and is trying to prove that although her surname is Luthor she does not share the hate and madness that runs in the family.

Okay, another new character.

Maggie Sawyer

  • She is a detective for NCPD who gives Alex, a DEO agent, a little lesson on not contaminating crime scenes in her very first appearance
  • She figures out the place the alien suspected of trying to kill the US President was and got there before the DEO could, even though she has none of the DEO’s technology at her disposal
  • She has a great source of information with the aliens in the alien bar and they trust her
  • She helps Alex and the DEO find and end the alien fight club
  • She is openly gay and does not give a shit about what people think of her
  • She is extremely understanding and patient with Alex when she comes out to her and tries to help the best she can
  • She does not shy away from action even when it means getting shot by an alien
  • She gets the girl, gets shot and yet, doesn’t die

Conclusion: Maggie is a self-assured, strong woman who is not afraid of danger and is constantly throwing herself in the line of fire in order to do her job well, but she also has a soft side and can be a friend and lend a hearing ear when necessary.

And last, but not least:

Lillian Luthor

  • She is a mother that is trying to make the world a better and safer place for her children, however misguided her ideas might be
  • She is the leader of an organization that escaped detection even from the DEO for a long time
  • She managed to kidnap Supergirl and actually make her temporarily powerless so she could hurt her and get her blood to access the Fortress of Solitude
  • She managed to get her hands on the Medusa virus and would have killed all aliens in National City if Lena had not interfered

Conclusion: She may be a force of evil, but she is a powerful and complex woman with strong arguments in favor of her anti-alien actions even if we cannot agree with her.

So why did Mon-El win the title of best new character? Easy, because he is the white heterosexual male who gets to kiss the girl. TV Line’s decision to elect him the best new character undermines the amazing work that has been done so far by Supergirl. This show is about strong women who are not afraid to be themselves, work hard and succeed on their own terms. And yet, TV Line seems to believe that a playboy was the best new character the show had to offer on its second season. Shame on you TV Line.

Hey LITs! It’s been another great year for this fandom with another amazing season gone and by. And some people have been asking if i’ll be holding the same Shipathon I did last summer, and the answer is an enthusiastic yes!

Last spring, me (queerseth) and some other LITs had the idea to spread a celebration of all of our wonderful ships over three months, since three is the magic number, and it also leads up perfectly to when the show will return in the fall! Just like last year, this year’s Shipathon will be taking place over the summer and into the fall, from the start of July to the end of September. 

Each week has a designated ship/relationship/group of relationships, and for each week you can do whatever you want to celebrate that relationship - gifs, videos, writing, edits, playlists, just posting about what you like about that relationship! We tried to be as inclusive as possible!

Just like last year, the ships are chosen based off of what is most prevalent in the show and in the fandom. This fandom isn’t very big, so trust me when we tell you, we know it like the back of our hand. But if you have a ship that isn’t included, remember that this is only a guideline for a general celebration of ships and you can post about whatever rare ship you want! Just remember to tag it with #librariansshipathon so that we can all see it, find it, and so that I can reblog it to this blog, which will serve as a kind of archive. 

With 5 months until July still, I’m posting this now to give us all as much time as possible to prepare! Last year we had less time but it still went off wonderfully, let’s see what we can do this year, to fill the void of the hiatus!

NOTE: This isn’t just about romance! You can appreciate the dynamics between these characters in any way you want! Please respect everyone’s ships and interpetations, no hate here!

Week 1 -  July 1-7 -  Eve/Flynn

Week 2 - July 8-14 - Cassandra/Estrella, Cassandra/Lamia, Cassandra/Any minor female character 

Week 3 - July 15-21- Jenkins/Cassandra, Jenkins/Ezekiel, Jenkins/Jake

Week 4 - July 22-28 - Cindy/Ezekiel

Week 5 - July 29 - August 5 - Jake/Ezekiel

Week 6 - August 6-12 - Flynn/Ezekiel, Flynn/Cassandra, Flynn/Jake

Week 7 - August 13-19 - Cassandra/Eve, Jake/Eve, Ezekiel/Eve

Week 8 - August 20 - 26 - Flynn/Moriarty

Week 9 - August  27 - September 2 - Cassandra/Ezekiel

Week 10 - September 3 - 9 - Jake/Cassandra/Ezekiel

Week 11 - September 10 - 16 - Jake/Cassandra

Week 12 - September 17 - 23 - Eve/Moriarty

Week 13 - September 24 - 30 - Flynn/Eve/Moriarty

SERVAMP Festival Fanreport (2/5) (Night)


Take note this report contains only the night session. Noon session can be found HERE. And since it will be made into a DVD (that will be released on 28th June), it will be considered spoilers if you are intending to get the DVD so you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to! My report may or may not be a little Kimura Ryohei/Greed pair-centric since I unconsciously focus on them most of the time.

I should also mention that it might not be 100% accurate as it is based off from memory, so sorry if I mess up! I’ll only write what I can remember.
And also because I fail at English and suck at writing a report it probably turned out being messier than I thought it would be…….sorry.

※Also, just a light heads up that the night session contains quite a bit of ┌(┌^o^)┐ホモぉ… tension and fanservice (a lot of hugging too) so if you’re uncomfortable with things like that please read with care..(or skip it wholly if you just can’t stand it)

It’ll get pretty lengthy so I’m placing everything under a cut!! ↓↓

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Inch by Inch

[I got a request! Actually I got two requests in the same day, I couldn’t believe it. I’ll be working on the other one next, and I, ugh, I just hope their good. I picture it in my head and I can see it but I don’t know….But enjoy!]

“ – and after that he just wouldn’t stop laughing. I swear those boys are crazy, they have to get it from Will’s side of the family.”

You laughed, watching the screen of JJ’s phone as she showed a video of Henry making silly faces at Michael; the little toddler waving his chubby arms and squealing in delight with each contortion.  

“It’s so adorable, Henry was made to be a big brother. Thinking about having another one soon? Maybe a little girl this time so Garcia and I have someone to dress up and have tea parties with finally?”

You and Garcia had talked about that while JJ was pregnant with Michael. Both of you fantasizing over the clothes and toys you could buy for a baby girl. But with the bulge of shock coming from JJ’s eyes you knew that possibility was a ways away.

“I think I’m good for right now on the baby front. Maybe you two could just dress up each other. Right Spence?”

“Hmmm?”

Glancing over next to you, Spencer blinked his eyes blearily. “Have you slept at all during this case?”

Child abductions had been happening in a small area of Wisconsin, and with no similarities between victims, Spencer had been the one to piece together that though they had no physical similarities, the children were all on the same medication. Leading them to the unsub which was the doctor that had prescribed them. But during that time you doubted the genius had used his bed even once, now beginning to nod in and out on the jet.

“I slept some. Just really tired now that it’s over.”

“Want a blanket?”

“No, no I’m good, thanks.”

JJ’s eyes crinkled. “Well, you need to be a little careful there, Spence, with the way you’re swaying you’re going to bop into Y/N’s skull.”

“Oh, hush, he’s fine. Go back to sleep, Spencer.”

“Hmm?”

“Oh, he’s gone.”

You laughed. “I’d say so. Hey, pass me some of those Cheetos.”

“You have three steps to the kitchen, get your own.”

“Don’t be like that, JJ, I always share with you. I’m only asking for a few – oh.”

During your debacle Spencer had decided to face plant onto your shoulder, and like JJ had predicted the thud of his skull had sent a sharp signal of pain up to you.

“How did he not wake up from that?”

“I have no clue. Should we wake him?”

You shook your head. “No harm in letting him lay there. Kind of feels nice if you discount the bruise I’ll have tomorrow.”

With that the two of you carried on your conversation, sneaking a few Cheetos from JJ’s bag while discussing where the next team dinner should be. Until you felt a Spencer moving next to you, in almost slow motion you watched as Spencer begin curling up against you, his body moving in closer to you.

“Uh…”

“Want to move him now?”

Honestly, you didn’t. His chest pressed alongside your arm, his breath a millimeter from your ear, you could even feel his lips moving near it though nothing intelligible could be heard. He was warm, and he smelled nice, his hair somehow smelled spicy, woodsy.

Cinnamon. How the hell did he get his hair to smell like cinnamon?

Not unless one of the baristas attacked him with one of their seasonal flavors, it didn’t seem logical. But it fit him. It was nice and though JJ’s eyes stared at you in an incredulous amusement you pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“So, I was thinking we’d spend Christmas Eve with the team and Christmas day with –“

And again, Spencer’s spastic motion cut you off. But this time…

“Oooh, I see Pretty Ricky copping a feel over there.”

Great, now Morgan knew what was going on. You huffed, carefully moving Spencer’s hand away from your chest only to have him flop it back in your lap.

“I think he like’s you, your body is like a magnet to him.”

Damn you and your baritone chuckle, Morgan.

JJ was covering her mouth to hide her smile. “I don’t think he’d be offended if you woke him.”

Before you could answer the hand began to shift and squeeze, tugging you closer to him.

“Hmmm, Y/N.”

With Morgan’s laughter the rest of the everyone’s attention was drawn to you, and you had no idea what to do.

“Tell you what Y/N, if you can last with him on you like that I’ll give you fifty bucks.”

Well, thanks Emily.

You still wouldn’t move him, not even out of liking it now. It was more of a point to make. It didn’t bother you, but them thinking it bothered you, bothered you. By the time you were getting ready to land Spencer had folded himself nearly across your lap, his face pressed into the thin fabric of your shirt, which you could feel a small wetness from what you guessed was him drooling. His arms encircled your waist fully now while one of his legs had tangled with yours. In short, the two of you looked like a mutant pretzel.

“Pretty Boy! Rise and shine! Come greet us and look at the mess you’re in.”

The yelling and the jolt of the jet making contact with the ground was enough to get Spencer to open his eyes. Blinking slowly before becoming large when he realized his position.

“Sleep well, Spence?”

The jeers were enough to get you to roll your eyes, as you patted Spencer’s knee in attempt to tell him it was all right. Everyone filing out before the two of you.

“I guess, you won, Y/N.”

You glared up at Emily as she tossed a fifty in your lap. With the two of you remaining Spencer fidgeted with his hands as he looked to you.

“What did you win?”

“Not waking you up while you did your yoga poses on me.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Are you mad at me?”

“Not really. Though you do get that they’re going to find out about us pretty soon now.”

“Probably, is that a bad thing?”

“No, I don’t think so, I just wanted to tell them in a better way than you slobbering on me.”

“I do not –“

Giving him a pointed look his mouth clapped shut. “Fine, I just, I can’t help it, you know? Whenever you’re next to me, my body knows somehow that you’re near and wants to be close to you.”

Giving his cheek a kiss, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s neck. “My body likes your body close, it’s the reason I didn’t throw you off.”

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Prompt 15 Elucien. Maybe Elain getting all bold.

“What the hell is this shit?”

I looked to my left to see a flash of holly being ripped from the wall and onto the carpeted floor, its plastic green leaves crinkled.

“I can’t believe we have to work on Christmas Eve,” my coworker, Amren, fumed.

I sighed, putting my face in my hands as she went on a tirade in the teacher’s lounge, efficiently taking down all the decorations I had put up last night. The adorable wreath hung on the door was thrown like a frisbee across the room. The homemade paper snowflakes were angrily plucked from the walls. And finally, the mistletoe was grabbed from the ceiling despite the tiny height of the girl I call my friend (for some unknown reason that I’ll never comprehend).

“It’s festive,” I told her earnestly. “The kids love it!”

My insistent cheer was ignored as per usual.

My motto was that the Christmas season was the best one. The smell of pine, flurrying snow in the early hours of the morning, a cozying fire roaring in the living room… And the fact that we have the chance to get our students in the holiday spirit made it more special.

Amren on the other hand is what some would call… reluctant. To the idea of joy. She described the holiday as, and I quote, “the miserable day when a fat dude decided to throw up bright and happy shit.”

To put it blatantly, she was the Grinch.

And somehow, this pessimistic science teacher was my best friend. We met when I began teaching at Velaris Elementary School just three years ago. I have to admit, when I was first introduced to her, I didn’t quite understand her motivation for being a teacher; for being around children and people for the majority of the day. But the more I got to know Amren, the more I realized that she’s really just a soft hearted teddy bear with a small bitter front.

“I’m so fucking done with the administration. Those bastards!”

Okay, maybe not a teddy bear. But she was good at heart.

After muttering to herself some more, she finally sat down next to me on a plastic chair.

Blowing a strand of dark raven hair from her eyes, she peered over at me. “On the upside, have you seen the new gym teacher? He started just this week and he’s hot.”

The old P.E teacher had gone on maternity leave a month ago, and the school had been struggling with finding a permanent replacement. For weeks I had been hearing horrible things about the temp from my first graders. Come to think of it, they haven’t mentioned the mean substitute since last Friday.

“I haven’t. But my students must like him because they haven’t complained all week.”

“You should go down to the gym and peek in,” she waggled her thickly lined brows.

“I can’t – my lunch break ends in five minutes,” I told her. Checking my watch, I got to my feet.
She groaned.

“Can’t let down the kids!” I chirped, waving her goodbye and pushing through the door. Humming a Christmas tune to myself, I rounded the corner leading to the first grade hallway sharply.

And I bumped right into a wall.

I blindly reached out, hoping to somehow break my fall, but to no avail.

I was a goner. There was no stopping me now. I let out a sigh in slow motion and braced myself for the impact.

However, before I could reach the ground, a broad pair of hands grabbed onto me.

The wall had hands.

Strong hands that were wrapped around my waist, preventing me from falling on my butt in the middle of the hallway,

I looked up at the wall with hands through my lashes.

The wall was definitely not a wall.

No, it was a beautiful, flustered man who was tightly holding me upright. His hair was deep red, a few strands falling into his russet eyes like leaves fall in the autumn. I lowered my eyes past his sharp jaw to the strong column of his neck where a teacher ID was hanging from.

Lucien Merricks. P.E Instructor.

He cleared his throat, a deep rumbling in his chest. My gaze returned to eyes the color of warm chocolate that were staring deeply into my own, an eyebrow quirked in question.

A blush rose to my cheeks.

“Hi, Mr. Merricks.”

Mr. Merricks? I was so lame.

“Ms. Archeron.” His gaze dipped to my own ID hanging on top of my Christmas sweater that was telling him to have a ‘Meow-y Christmas’. “Are you okay?” he asked me, a small smile tugging his full lips upward after seeing the festive kitten on my sweater.

I inwardly groaned. Of course I chose today to wear the most nerdy shirt I own. Amren even had a name for my persona – The Dorky Dilemma.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak again.

He slowly brought me upright once more and I took a step back from him.

This is the new gym teacher, I thought to myself. Amren really wasn’t lying about him.

Peering up at him again, I noticed he was already staring at me. However, I noticed something above our heads. Hanging from the ceiling was a string of mistletoe.

I cringed and mentally slapped my forehead. Why did I think it was a good idea to put that up?

Probably because I wanted two fellow teachers – and friends – to find themselves stuck under it and kiss. Mor and Azriel could be so stubborn at times.

That plan didn’t seem to be working as well as I thought it would.

He followed my gaze, eyes widening when he saw the green plant.

I looked at him. He looked at me.

To hell with it.

Before I could take another moment to think about it, I stood on my toes and flung myself at him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

I have to give the guy credit. It’s hard catching a 5’2 girl who throws herself at your face with her face. Especially one in a Christmas cat sweater.

The man – Lucien – stood frozen for a moment as I pressed my lips against his.

Panic began to rise inside me when he didn’t respond to my mouth and I was about to pull away, mortified, when that same hand wrapped around my waist and fit me against his lean body. His other hand came up and grabbed my cheek as he moved his lips against mine.

I almost fainted right there.

He tasted like cinnamon and vanilla.

I felt entirely safe with his body around mine.

Too soon, he pulled away, eyes bright.

We stood a foot away in the middle of the hallway, both breathless.

“I-I’m Elain,” I told him.

“Lucien,” he grinned. “Will I be seeing you around?”

I nodded.

“Merry Christmas. That was quite possibly the greatest gift I could have received.”

He leaned in once more. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Elain.”

I merely nodded again, a smile taking over my face.

He squeezed my hand and walked away, leaving me speechless underneath the mistletoe.

Merry Christmas to me.

I TRIED TO WRITE FOR RICHARD MADDEN...

IMAGINE…being set up on a New Year’s Blind Date with Richard Madden

New Years One Shot #1 !!!

Word Count: 2,554

Warning: None….OH it ends on a cliffhanger!

((I TRIED SO HARRRDDDD….I’m not very good with writing about real people! I’m sorry! This is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while now though so…here it is. Perhaps next time, if there’s a next time, I’ll try it with Richard and Reader in a more private, relaxed environment.))

Y/B/F – your best friend

Y/E/C – your eye color

Y/n – your name

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Peter Pan Fic Rec

Okay so since I’m the one who’s been complaining about soft hearted OC or Y/N, I think I owe y’all this. I keep track of every single fanfiction I read on a rec blog (but it’s in French and not on tumblr) so I figured I should make the same thing here.

Echo by PurpleLady

I just had to be her. The one he fell in love with, the girl who was taken away from her brother, got aged back to being sixteen- forgetting my memories for 28 years in the process, and then having to jump into a giant portal not knowing where I would be taken. “He thinks I’m Robin Hood’s twin sister who got kidnapped by Peter Pan for two decades.”

It’s over 300k long and it’s mindblowingly good. The author recreated the way the episodes work, she swtiched between past and present scenes that intermingle really well and everything is perfect. She did incredibly well with so many characters and the OC has depth and is relatable. Also, she’s a ‘bad guy’ technically.

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Farkle x Reader

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Fandom: Girl Meets World

Character: Farkle Minkus

Request:  Hey can u write a farkle x reader where back in the new year episode when farkle told everyone riles still loved lucas she told everyone farkle loved the reader and idk please

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    New Years Eve had been fun, yet awkward. You were invited to join the celebration by Riley and you were having fun, but you couldn’t help but feel the tension between Riley, Farkle, Maya, and Lucas. You weren’t sure 100% what was going on, but you did know that Maya and Riley both liked Lucas. What you didn’t understand was how you ended up playing the Couple’s Game with Farkle as your partner. You were both excited, yet nervous that this came to be. On one hand you got to sit next to your crush, Farkle, on the other, you were sure he could here your heart pounding from the limited space between you two.      

     Smackle and Zay were the only ones missing from the bunch. They both had attended their celebrations elsewhere with their families.    

      During the game, Farkle and you surprised everyone; especially yourselves. You two knew more about each other than anyone had known. You knew his most ticklish spot and he knew the little habits you did when you were stressed or worried. You two realized things about each other that nobody else knew. 

     The game was almost over since the tension had grown even more. Riley drew the last card,” Have you ever kept a secret from somebody you love– game over!” Riley stated slamming the card down on the table surprising everyone. “ Why? Because you know secrets are dangerous?” Farkle questioned her. Riley stood up defensively,” No, Farkle, because it’s almost midnight.” She stated. “ And you know what happens at midnight.” Farkle said while giving Riley a knowing look. “ Okay, it’s time to go up to the roof!” Riley exclaimed rushing towards the door yanking Farkle with her. You all looked at the both of them knowing that they knew something everyone else didn’t. Nevertheless, you all followed them up to the roof where the fireworks would be starting in any minute. The only question left was, who would be together at midnight? 


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     “ You dragged me all the way up the stairs. I liked it.” Farkle stated cheerfully as they both stood on the roof of the building. Riley sighed,” Farkle, I just need a little more time-” Farkle cut her off. “ No more time. We made a deal, Riley. We’re not starting off the new year with lies between friends.” Farkle said indefinitely. Riley defended herself,“ I’m lying for my friend, Farkle.” Farkle shook his head,” I don’t think you know what you’re doing. I don’t think she knows what she’s doing.” He stated. “ Do you know? What about Y/N, Farkle? You haven’t told her you like her.” Riley questioned him. “ I’m sorry, RIley. This is all new for me too. I’ll tell Y/N when I feel like its the right time. All I know is that we should all tell each other the truth.” Riley tilted her head to the side and sighed,” Farkle, if you really care about me, I know that you will do the right thing.” Riley stated. Farkle nodded,” I do, and I will.” 

     You all joined Riley and Farkle at the roof. It seemed as though they had been bickering before you all arrived. Not wanting to interfere, you stood to the side and stared at the sky. Charlie soon joined Riley and Farkle had disappeared. You looked around for him, but you couldn’t find him until someone approached you. “ Y/N, who you looking for?” Farkle asked you. You smiled,” I was actually looking for you. You okay? You seemed a bit, agitated during the game.” You asked him. He smiled at you,” I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. It’s actually those three I’m worried about.” He motioned over to Riley, Maya, and Lucas. You nodded,” I’m worried too, but I feel that things will sort themselves out as time goes on.” You explained. Farkle frowned,” You do?” You nodded again,” It always does.” you stated once more. Farkle shared a quick glance with Riley before changing the conversation with you.

     Farkle and you had lost each other in your conversation that you two didn’t realize what time it was. It was nice for the two of you to just talk in the chilly air amongst the stars. You both had enjoyed it and had wished to stay like that for a while longer, but midnight was only seconds away. 


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     It was finally midnight! You all cheered as a year came to an end and another one had just begun. You all couldn’t help but notice Riley trying to make a quick escape, but Farkle didn’t let her.


“ Riley still loves Lucas.” 


     Everyone froze in disbelief. You were the only other one that knew so you weren’t shocked. You were more shocked of what was said next. 


“ Farkle loves Y/N.” 


     You stood frozen in place. You didn’t know what to say. Riley said a quick Happy New Years and then just stood there frozen as well. Everyone else except for the group ran back downstairs. They didn’t want to be part of the awkward situation. Even Charlie left, carrying the sleeping Auggie back to his room. You didn’t want to be near the love triangle so you walked to the farthest side of the roof to clear your head. You were happy to know Farkle had returned your feelings. You couldn’t help but fear that since it wasn’t him who said it, he wouldn’t act upon it. You were wrong.

     As you stood there watching the fireworks, Farkle approached you. “ Y/N I-,” you cut him off,” Farkle, before you say anything. I just want you to know that I love you too.” You felt relived that you had finally put your feelings out there. You were nervous to see Farkle’s response, but as you lifted your head you met the happiest Farkle you had ever seen. You smiled back as he surprised you by giving you a quick peck on the lips. Your first midnight kiss…

     You two pulled away and held hands. “ I wish it was at my own pace, but I’m glad Riley told you how I felt. It was hard keeping it from you.” He confessed. You smiled,” I’m happy she did too. If she hadn’t, you might have not been my first midnight kiss.” you told him. “ I hope to be many of your firsts and your lasts…” he trailed off giving you another kiss.



You’ve been a couple ever since… 


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She Should Be
  • **221B Baker Street. Sherlock and Archie are sitting on the couch, with his laptop on the coffee table in front of them. Rosie is dozing in her Moses basket next to Sherlock.**
  • Archie: *browses through crime scene photos* Is Dr Hooper coming over?
  • Sherlock: *on his phone* Yes. *glances at Archie with a smile* Molly's promised to bring a heart after work. We're experimenting on it once your parents pick you up.
  • Archie: *nods* My mum watches this show called 'Murdoch Mysteries'. It's about Detective Murdoch, who's like you if you were a Canadian copper in the old-timey era.
  • Sherlock: What kind of 'old-timey' era? Regency? Victorian? Edwardian?
  • Archie: Victorian, I think.
  • Sherlock: *types on his phone* What about this Murdoch character?
  • Archie: He uses new, scientific methods to solve murders, just like on 'CSI'. But his methods are only called that cos they're in the Victorian era and his boss prefers old-school ways of solving murders.
  • Sherlock: *puts his phone down next to his laptop* What does that have to do with Molly coming over later?
  • Archie: Detective Murdoch has a girlfriend. She looks at the corpses at crime scenes and works on them at the morgue to find out what killed them and stuff. They get along great as friends. She supports him all the time, and he trusts her skills and knowledge. She helps him out a lot too. Dr Ogden's like Dr Hooper. That's why she's your girlfriend!
  • Sherlock: *stares at Archie* Molly isn't my girlfriend!
  • Archie: *turns to Sherlock* She's not?! *stares at the photo of a severed head* *frowns* Oh. *glances at Sherlock and shrugs* She should be.
  • Molly: *walks in carrying a small cooler* Hello, boys! *looks sheepish when Rosie starts to fuss* Whoops! *goes over to the basket to pick up the crying baby* Sorry, Rosie!
  • Sherlock: *stands up* *takes the cooler from Molly* She'll need feeding soon, so I'll go warm her bottle.
  • Sherlock & Molly: *work together to change Rosie's nappies, feed her, and put her back to sleep*
  • Archie: *opens folder of more gruesome photos* *mumbles to himself* Yep, she's his girlfriend.
  • **Later, after the Watsons and Archie's parents pick up the kids.**
  • Sherlock: *gathers Molly in his arms and kisses her*
  • Molly: *kisses him back after a moment* *gives him a shocked look when they come up for air* Wh-what was that for?!
  • Sherlock: *smirks* Archie helped me realise something.
  • Molly: Realise what?
  • Sherlock: That you should be my girlfriend. Or wife, if you pref––Mmmmmmmph!
  • Molly: *snogs the daylights out of him*
“Warm On a Cold Night” | Rafe x Reader | FLUFF

WARNINGS: suggestive

WORD COUNT: 1,410

DESCRIPTION: After the Christmas party you and Rafe host every year, the two of you tidy up and get ready for bed.

This one’s a bit short; just a little fluff to keep you warm through the holiday season :)

Inspired by this song (Warm On a Cold Night - HONNE) 


You can hear the gentle clink of the stemmed wine glasses and low hum of the dishwasher downstairs as you slip the straps of your evening dress off your shoulders. A light chill crosses your bare skin as you stand in the closet, closing your eyes briefly as the familiar haze of champagne swirls through your head.

It was the third annual party you and Rafe threw every Christmas Eve. Tonight’s party was a tad bit busier than the previous ones; Rafe had invited a few colleagues from work, and one had brought a lady friend whom you tried your hardest to make pleasantry with despite her obsession with collecting coins. You, complacent with your group of friends, tried to include her in your conversations, but it was difficult when the topic was always diverted back to her extensive collection.

You sigh gently as you pull on a soft sweater and whip your hair up in a quick ponytail, happy to finally be done with the night. Clicking the closet light off, you head down the dimly lit staircase towards the dining room where muffled jazzy Christmas music plays.

Downstairs, your fiancé leans over the kitchen counter with his back to you. He reaches for the last of the empty dessert plates on the table, the muscles of his back straining gently against his shirt. The sleeves of his white button-up are rolled quickly at his elbows and you catch a whiff of his dark cologne mixed with the slightest of whiskey.

Rafe doesn’t notice your presence behind him, so you spend a little while longer admiring the love of your life standing before you.

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Hey, so I know I’ve only posted Supernatural so far on here, but here’s a little Harry Potter thingy I threw together because I felt like it.

Young Sirius x Reader

Word Count: 2646

I’m sorry, I know that there’s someone already “fan casted” for young Sirius, but whenever I picture young Sirius, I will always picture Ian Somerhalder, so that is who I’m using. Oopsies.

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You were curled up in a small ball on a cream-colored chair in your bedroom, the one you had next to the window with the white curtains drawn shut, your knees tucked underneath you and a book laying across your legs. You were wearing a humungous long-sleeved Gryffindor Quidditch t-shirt that fell about to your mid-thigh, as it had once belonged to your much taller than you and much more muscular than you boyfriend, before you “stole” it from him. (In reality, he was happy that you took it, seeing you wear his clothes was one of his favorite things in the world.)

  It had been a week since your sixth year of Hogwarts had ended, and now it was summertime. Three in the morning and sixty degrees outside. Just the way you liked it.

  However, you were internally panicking every second at the thought of the love of your life and what it must be like for him right now. While you were enjoying your summer with your lovely parents in your nice house with the pool in the backyard and your overly energetic ten-year-old dog, poor Sirius was stuck in a humungous gray, lifeless mansion, either in his room trying to avoid everyone, or being screamed at repeatedly for his “failures”. It made you tear up even thinking about anyone treating him like that. The fact that anyone could ever possibly think that your kind, incredibly handsome, strong, brave, (fairly) smart, funny, selfless, giggly, loving, cuddly, adorable boyfriend of three years and absolute best friend of six was a failure of any kind physically hurt you to think about.

  Slamming your book shut and leaning your head back on your chair, you squeezed your eyes closed, unable to think about anything else now other than Sirius. You thought about how much you wanted to be laying across him on the couch, your head resting on his chest and listening to the sound of his heartbeat, the crackling of the fireplace, and the occasional rumbling of his voice as he whispered something to you, running his fingers through your hair endlessly, completely content to just be laying there. You thought about how much you wanted to spend Christmas with him at Hogwarts again, you, Sirius, James, and Remus all wearing ugly Christmas sweaters James had purchased, Sirius’ sweater hugging him perfectly while you drowned in yours, the thick wool falling almost to your knees. Staying up in the common room with Sirius on Christmas Eve after the two of you had so excitedly been counting down for the last month, both of you wearing lopsided but adorable Santa and Mrs. Claus hats, laughing and giggling at random things until it hit midnight and the two of you discovered you had been cuddling under the mistletoe all night, gently kissing as it officially became Christmas Day. Completely losing it and laughing your asses off when James walked down the steps into the common room the second you split apart, dressed in a full Santa suit (including the massive, white, slightly Dumbledore-esque beard), with a giant red sack full of your presents thrown over his shoulder. How wide his eyes had gotten when he realized the two of you were still awake and him laughing a little before hesitantly walking backwards up the steps with a, “Ho? Ho? Ho?” You and Sirius losing it again before making your way up to his room and falling asleep in his arms with a smile on your face. Being woken up by Remus and James leaping onto your bed in their previously mentioned ugly Christmas sweaters, jumping up and down and screaming “MERRY CHRISTMAS, LOVEBIRDS!!!” All four of you running downstairs to open gifts, the only four students that had stayed over the holiday. Spending the day by the fire and listening to the record player and collection of records (old and new) that Sirius had somehow bought you, which was extra sweet knowing that it was a Muggle invention that he would have had to learn about and figure out and then spend a ton of money on, knowing how much you would love one. The record player that was now only a few feet away from you on a stand in your room after you had brought it home for the summer.

  You remembered playing Quidditch, a Chaser, until some random Slytherin you were playing against purposely threw a Bludger at your head and sent you toppling thirty feet straight down off your broomstick. How Sirius had zoomed to you the second you left the wooden stick, pushing with everything he had in him to get to you before you hit the ground, but failing to get there. You remembered being rushed to the hospital wing, how no matter how hard they tried to get him to go away, Sirius insisted that he was the first one to get to you on the field and he would be the last one to leave your side, that it was only fair as he followed like a lost puppy until you were in the hospital wing, his fingers intertwined with yours and body racked with sobs as he blamed himself for you getting hurt, convinced that he should have blocked the Bludger, caught you before you hit the ground, something, although there was nothing he could have done. You blacked out about three or four minutes after the fall, but you were told in private by James that he had been bawling, repeating “I’m sorry, I’m a terrible person and a worse boyfriend, I love you, I love you, please be okay, you can hate me if you want, sweetheart, but please be okay, I love you so much please” over and over again. The thought of it broke your heart. It had taken you a few months to remember everything that happened in the few minutes after you hit the ground, given that the hit had given you a concussion and three broken bones. Which, luckily Madam Pomfrey repaired in a week, but she highly recommended you stayed off the field the rest of the season, and you promised her that even if she hadn’t said something, there was no way Sirius would let you touch a broomstick any time before you were thirty. She had just smiled knowingly at you before saying, “I don’t think that boy’s left your side for a second the last week unless I told him he had to so I could do something. I’d be shocked if he’s eaten or gone to a single class since the game. You’ve got yourself a keeper, hon, you really do.”

  After the fall, you had spent the last twelve games of the season in the stands, all decked out in some sort of house t-shirt and your team varsity jacket or sweatshirt. Most of the time you would also put face paint on each cheek: a line of red on each, a line of gold on each. Sirius loved it, especially when you would put his number on one underneath the lines. The team wasn’t as good without you, not nearly, but the fact that you were right there for them, cheering them on from the sidelines, seemed to give them enough of a reason to push through and (barely) win the majority of the games.

  You remembered when you finally told each other how you felt and he begged asked you to be his. It was very early fourth year and James was so tired of hearing Sirius go on and on about you (as was Remus of hearing you go on and on about Sirius to him) that the two of them somehow convinced Sirius to just go for it and ask you to the Yule Ball. He had been so nervous approaching you, shaking and awkwardly holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers behind his back. “I, erm, I’ve kind of been slowly been writing this, um, big giant speech that I would eventually give you……erm, sort of for the last two years. And now I’m realizing that I’ve- um, forgotten, most of it and that, oh, god, I’m ruining this whole thing and- Y/N, you’re my best friend in this whole entire world. Don’t tell James. You’ve been there with me through everything, and I feel like I can tell you anything. I honestly, I don’t know how I would have made it through everything without you. I need you, Y/N. And as bad as I feel because I know there’s no way you’ll ever feel the same way, every time we hug or walk around together or you kiss my cheek or fall asleep against me or laugh or even just look at me- I guess I would say that, um, my heart, it just flies. I know I’m just embarrassing myself now and you probably just feel bad for me, I just, I think that- I think that you’re the greatest person in the world. You’re so beautiful and smart and funny and talented and kind and absolutely everything that I’m not. I’m in love with you. There, I finally said it out loud. I’m, um, I am in love with you, and I’m holding onto the tiniest chance that even after this shitty awful speech of mine that maybe you would be willing to, um, go with me? To the Yule Ball?” You remembered how he looked down at the ground, completely ashamed of himself for “ruining” everything, you standing there in shock until you stepped forward, lifted his head and said, “Sirius, I’ve been in love with you since first year,” and flung your arms around him. How he had laughed and spun you around, how as he put you down he cried, “Wait, so……is that a, a yes?!?” And how you replied, “Of course it’s a yes, you idiot!”

  And you remembered the day you first met Sirius Black. The day that you, a confused, muggleborn eleven-year-old girl stumbled your way onto the huge train with gigantic eyes full of wonder. How you wandered from compartment to compartment, only to see that all of them were full………except for one. The one with the messy haired kid with dorky glasses and the (even then) handsome boy with ebony hair, fighting back and forth over some sort of sport team. How you had shyly slid the door open, despite your outgoing nature, and cautiously asked, “Can, um, can I sit in here with you two? All the other compartments are completely full.” How the handsome one had grinned at you, nodding his head as he quickly replied, “Yeah, definitely!” How the three of you sat together, laughing and joking and planning pranks, immediately hitting it off. You were instant friends. James and Sirius told you everything there was to know about the sorting ceremony, and how they were sure you would end up in Gryffindor, which they seemed to think was the best house by far. You remembered how close you and Sirius seemed to be after only a few minutes of talking, and how James had later told you that he could see it the second you stepped into their compartment.

  You sighed, standing up and walking across your room to put your book back on the shelf, when you heard a loud crash and a yelp from downstairs. You leaped what seemed to be five feet in the air at the sudden noise cutting through the silence, heart racing out of your chest as you swiped your wand off your dresser, just in case, and crept swiftly down the stairs and into the living room. Running into the room and flicking on the light switch in a second, you yelled, “Who’s there?!?” in an angry tone, only to see a familiar, tall figure in front of your fireplace.

  He turned to face you, black hair whipping around his head and an incredibly scared, vulnerable expression on his face that made your heart ache.

  “Sirius?” you breathed out, running towards him and falling into his arms, wrapping yours around him. Taking a step back, you looked up at him, seeing that his eyebrows were furrowed together and it looked like he was holding back tears.

  “Oh my god, are you okay? What are you doing here?” you sighed, relieved, heart still racing against your chest.

  “I couldn’t take it, Y/N. I was asleep and she came running into my room, o-out of nowhere. Screaming at me like a bloody banshee……I couldn’t take it. She just wouldn’t stop- everything I ever did………it hurt, but I was alright, I could deal with it. But then she started on you. I’ve got, erm, I’ve got pictures of you, pasted all over my walls. She- she called you a bloody mudblood. A fucking mudblood. I was j-just so angry. I lost it on her and I- I finally ran away. I did it. I didn’t know where else to go, I’m sorry, I’m so stupid- bloody stupid…”

  “Shhh shhh,” you whispered, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull his head into your shoulder, which he happily obliged to. “I am so glad you came here, and I am so glad that you finally left that place.” You could feel him shaking now, crying a little.

  “God,” he said, his voice broken and muffled by your shoulder. “Why am I crying? I’m happy to be out, I am. Why can’t I- I stop crying?”

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s just me, you can- you can cry,” you whispered. “I love you so much, and I swear it’ll be fine. You can stay here, we can share my room, we can visit James all the time- it’ll all be fine.”

  “Okay,” he paused to cough a little. “Okay.”

  He let out a shaky laugh before saying, “You know, I was in such a hurry to get out of there, I didn’t grab anything but my wand. I literally have no clothes or anything.”

  You laughed a little before responding, “I’ll go back to get all of your stuff tomorrow. I might also make a small stop to punch your mother in her ugly face, but…”

  He wrapped his arms tighter around you, kissing your neck as he buried his head in your shoulder again. “You would really do that?”

  “Punch your mother? Because, I mean, Sirius, after six years you know me well enough to know that I would totally…”

  “I mean go back there. To that awful place where they would hate you, just to get some stuff of mine?”

  “Well, yeah.”

  He pulled away, staring at you with slightly wide eyes and his mouth hanging open, his eyes quickly filling with love and a smirk growing on his face.

  “God, do you have any idea how much I love you?” he asked seriously. You grinned at him right before he crashed his lips against yours. “You are actually the greatest thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life.”

  “You’re in the top ten,” you said with a crooked smile.

  He raised his eyebrows as if challenging you. “I guess that means that over the next two and a half months that you’re stuck with me, I’m just gonna have to make my way to number one.”

  “You really think you can beat junk food?”

  He wiggled his eyebrows at you with a dorky smile before replying, “Trust me, I think this is a challenge I can win.”

  You laughed. “Someone’s feeling pretty ambitious.”

  “Well, if I can get you to somehow like my sorry ass, I can do just about anything.”

  “Fair enough.” You grinned at him before finally saying meaningfully, “I hope you know that you really are the most important thing in my life, Sirius.”

  “I love you so much.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “Thank you, really, for letting me stay.”

  “Thank you for coming home.”

Merry Christmas! Thanks to@l8nitl0vr for the request. I’m hoping that this is what you were looking for. It’s less ‘little fluffy things’ more ‘grand sweeping gestures’. Let me know what you think. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt[s]: Reader is a little heartbroken about a failed relationship and when Thor notices he does all kinds of fluffy things to try and make her feel better? >///

“The Man in Red”

Thor wasn’t a studious man. He believed in learning by doing things and consequently making mistakes (of which he had made a few in his time). However, at this time of year, he’d made an exception.

The Avengers’ first Christmas together reminded them that one particular member of their team was not as well-versed in Earth traditions as the others. Even Steve felt like a font of knowledge when describing Halloween. So when December rolled around, everybody chipped in to give him all the information they could about the festive season.

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Wrapped in a Big, Red Bow (a Leonard McCoy x Reader fanfiction)

Soulmate AU with some Holiday Magic thrown in! Where Jim plays Santa Clause, Bones learns a lesson in Christmas Magic, and You get everything you wished for this holiday season! This is a BonesPOV! story as well, and I tried to capture his essence as much as I could. Also, I also made the reader nonbinary/gender neutral at their part since this story is not in regular readerPOV mode, so everyone can truly enjoy this story. Merry Christmas you guys!! ︎❤︎❤︎❤︎


Soulmate AU prompt: based on the Japanese legends of the “Red Thread of Fate”, an invisible red thread is attached around the pinkies of two people who are fated to find each other. The string may stretch or tangle in the journey of the individual, but some say they can feel it tighten around their finger when their destined one is near. However, since this is the future, technology has made it a bit easier to uncover this red thread and find who is at the end of it. Also Sprik is mentioned in this fic!
Thanks to @outside-the-government for inspiring me to do this prompt!
Rated: all ages
Warning: drinking, LONG STORY

Word count: 3,048

“Love is magic at its core. But you just have to believe in it for it to find you.”

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Gingerbread House

Summary: Just a lovely Christmas get together with the most important men in your life.

Type: Fluff

Members: BTS x You

Length: 4.1 K

Hello everyone! Nice to be writing after so long! Now, now, I happen to adore the Christmas season very much. So my plans are to post a few Christmas scenarios before, well, Christmas. So this is the first one, that I happened to be inspired by because of my family’s usual plans for the winter holiday. I apologize if you don’t celebrate Christmas, I don’t mean to offend anyone. So if you don’t particularly enjoy Christmas, or just don’t celebrate it, of course you don’t have to read!

But if you do happen to enjoy Christmas, this is purely fluff, which I hope you can enjoy as a in-the-spirit of Christmas read. Also, I came back to add that this is kinda long and I dearly apologize for it. I didn’t expect it to be, but I know that I enjoyed every bit of it. So hope you like it!!

-Admin Gray

Originally posted by notkimtaehyung

“Jimin! Come here really quick!” You hollered, alternating between holding up the cream colored sweater and the forest green one up to your body in the full length mirror.

“Give me a second! I’m busy!” He called back, his voice muffled. You sighed out in exasperation, wondering why you invited him early before the dinner. Though he proved to be helpful at times, today he was not living up to your standards. In the morning he had sat around, being slow about helping you clean up. During the afternoon, when Jin showed up to help you start cooking and baking, Jimin was being helpful… by eating everything he could get his hands on. 

“Jin!” You called, stomping out of your room and venturing to the kitchen. You inhaled the smell of chocolate chip cookies and almost combusted, it smelled so delicious. Walking into the kitchen, you spotted Jimin just as he reached for a cookie while Jin had his back turned. At your call, Jin had turned and spotted him just in time.

“Hey! That’s it, get out! That’s the third time, Jimin! What are you doing here if you’re just going to sit around and eat before anyone is even here?” Jin, his voice frustrated, said as he swatted Jimin out of the kitchen.

“Who am I, Cinderella? I swear, all you guys just want me around to do stuff…” That’s all of the complaints you heard out of Jimin’s mouth before he stormed out of earshot.

“Geez, Taehyung would be more helpful and you know how he was with the Christmas tree last year,” Jin grumbled, turning back to the bowl in which he was stirring what you assumed was cake batter.

“Yeah, he almost lit the presents on fire after he thought it was smart to plug in the Christmas lights all at once,” You smiled fondly at the memory, forgetting why you left your room in the first place, before it sprung into your mind. “Jin! I thought I decided yesterday, but I’m back to square one. Should I wear the cream sweater or the green one?”

“It’s just us, you know. I don’t know why you’re flipping out.”

“Because this is my favorite holiday. I need to look my absolute best,” You said as if he should know. He just shook his head with a sigh before looking over his shoulder and scanning the sweaters. He hummed in thought before turning to the bowl and exclaiming, “Go with the green.”

“Thanks! You’re the best,” You stepped forward and embraced him tightly from behind, which in turn got you scolded for messing up ‘his groove.’ With that, you exited the kitchen and headed back to your room to finish getting ready for the night. After all, it was only a couple of more hours before the other boys showed up. And you couldn’t be any more excited.



“Guess who!” You heard the deep rumble of an enthusiastic voice before you actually saw him. Hearing the jingle of bells, you peeked your head out from the kitchen and smiled brightly at the sight of Taehyung entering the house. Jimin and him greeted each other with a friendly handshake and pat on the back, before Jungkook appeared from outside. His hands were full with two big bags of presents, and you almost shook your head at the sight; you were positive a large portion of them were from Taehyung since he overdid it every year.

“Are we the first to get here?” Jungkook asked Jimin, and when he received a nod in response he hollered in excitement before fist-bumping Taehyung.

“Why the excitement?” You inquired as you came into their view. Both their faces brightened at the sight of you, but while Taehyung took initiative to step forward and crush you in an embrace, Jungkook answered. 

“Hoseok decided he wanted to challenge me on who would arrive earlier. Since, you know, Tae likes to take his sweet time wrapping presents on the last day,” the last part was said pointedly, his eyes narrowing towards the man being accused.

Taehyung, ignoring the youngest’s words, pulled away from the embrace and grinned down at you before swooping down and pressing a sloppy kiss into your cheek. You yelped in disgust as he exclaimed, “My favorite girl looks absolutely wonderful tonight.”

“Hey! Hands off her, you weirdo,” Jimin uttered, acting as if he were going to step up and fight him. You shook your head at their antics, sneaking away from them and intercepting Jungkook before he could make it to the kitchen.

“Y/N! Hey!” He said softly, giving you a brief hug before pulling away.

“It’s nice to see you, Kook. How’s your Christmas Eve been so far?” 

He blew out air from his cheeks, his eyebrows scrunching together before a small smile tugged at his lips, “Well, other than the fact that Hobi has to pay me for getting here after me, the day has been kinda dull.”

Your face became blank. “Dull? You’re saying your Christmas Eve has been dull?”

“Yes?” He said, questioningly, not understanding your dip in emotion.

“This is one of the most significant holidays of the year, and it’s been dull! That has to change. I’m now making it my mission to make this your best Christmas ever.”

Jungkook chuckled before slipping past you, ruffling your hair in the process. “We’ll see about that, kid.”

“Who are you calling kid-”

You were cut off by Jin’s scream of, “Jungkookie! You’re here!”



The night was going extremely well, progressing smoothly as you all waited around for dinner to be finished. You passed the time by watching a Christmas movie, but soon Taehyung and Jimin were getting restless and Tae took it into his own hands to play Christmas carols on the radio. When Hoseok and Yoongi arrived, there was of course a brief argument over the bet, but Hoseok conceded and coughed up the money he owed Jungkook. After that, it was only a matter of time before Namjoon arrived and the dinner would be in full swing. 

Though this was the third year you were holding this dinner, you still felt the usual excitement and joy that came with being with your favorite boys on your favorite holiday. You lived far from your family, so you usually would visit them a few days after Christmas for New Years. You had met Jungkook and Jimin three years ago your first week at the university you all attended together. In turn, you introduced them to a family friend and the only person from your old hometown, Taehyung, and the four of you instantly formed a bond. They were like brothers you never had, and it became an unbreakable bond you all believed would last for a long time. 

Because Taehyung happened to be a social butterfly, he eventually introduced Seokjin to you guys, who wasn’t in college anymore, but worked as a vocal teacher at a nearby musical arts school. It fit his angelic and sweet voice that he only showcased when he was feeling particularly confident; ever since you met him, you tried to convince him to sing you a Christmas carol during this season, but he always refused.

It was two years ago, when you met Namjoon. He was collected and timid, and you met him in a class that tended to bring you a lot of stress. One day, Namjoon had approached you about a set of notes that you had but didn’t understand all that well. After reading over them, he broke it down for you and launched into a passionate discussion about it. It was funny that you couldn’t even remember what you had first talked about, you just remember how bright and enthusiastic he was, and how when you offered to buy him a coffee, he was too surprised to refuse. After that, you two were inseparable as friends for a while.

Once Jimin got angry enough to bring up your unavailable nature, you brought Namjoon to meet the other men in your life. They almost loved him more than you did. Namjoon, who easily fit into your group of friends, incorporated the last two males in your life, Yoongi and Hoseok. And your life had been complete ever since.

“Y/N!” 

You snapped out of your thoughts, your hands gently placing your steaming mug of hot chocolate down before meeting Jin in the kitchen. You nodded your head in question, your mouth practically salivating upon the sight of all the food that would soon be eaten. 

“Yes, Jin?”

“Can you make more hot chocolate? If Tae comes in here one more time asking for some, I am going to smack him with a ladle.” You didn’t question the oddity of his words, you just knew he was serious. So you quickly got to work. 

You noticed Hoseok in the corner, working hard at whatever Jin had assigned him, so you struck up a conversation with him. The mood had increasingly become calm and warm, nothing but happiness and fondness being passed around the kitchen- until it was shattered by shouting from the living room. Jin sighed out loud, glancing at you and Hoseok and uttering through his teeth, “If I go out there, someone is going to get murdered so…”

It didn’t take you long before Hoseok and you rushed to find out what the commotion was about. You were met with Jungkook and Jimin wrestling, your coffee table having been moved out from the center of the living room and into the hall while the two tried to gain the upper hand over each other. Taehyung was the one shouting, egging Jungkook on and saying something about ‘needing to beat Namjoon.’

“What is up with all this betting?” You questioned aloud, but going unheard as you watched Hoseok battle with what he wanted to do. You know he secretly wanted to join in on the fun, but he was too kind to leave Jin working alone and to create more ruckus. So he wiped his face of any humor and shouted, “Hey, you two! Knock it off!”

Jimin and Jungkook froze, their bodies disconnecting from each other as they stared up at Hoseok with bewilderment. They glanced at each other, before they sighed and dramatically grumbled as they stood up.

“Hey! I bet money on that-” When Tae saw Hoseok’s pointed stare, he held his hands up in surrender before going over to Namjoon and hashing it out. You caught the phrase, ‘Kookie is obviously stronger-’ before Namjoon screamed out in rejection.

“Well, well, well. It’s quite attractive seeing you use your authority over them,” You joked, poking Hoseok in the stomach. He brushed off your words, his face growing slightly red as he led the way back to the kitchen. It was time for dinner.



Once the table was officially set, and everyone was seated, there was a brief moment of talking before everyone dug into the splendor that was the Christmas feast before you. You stared in awe at the magnificent meal in front of you, and as you studied your friends around you, you were grateful for the joy that the seven of them brought you for a long time. You could say, without a doubt, that you were never going to let any of these boys go.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Jin voiced, before taking a sip of his wine. Sighing in content, he flashed you a dazzling smile before raising his eyebrows in question.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking,” You told him before digging in yourself.

“Less thinking, more eating,” Yoongi said through a mouthful of food, waving his spoon in your direction. That led to Jin smacking him across the shoulder and a grumble of protest before it returned to silence, save for the clinking of silverware or the sounds of approval.

“Hoseok,” Jimin called, a hint of mischief in his voice.

“What?”

“There’s a spider on your sleeve.” 

Hoseok shrieked in terror, shooting up out of his seat and brushing at his sleeves aggressively. Jimin and Taehyung burst into laughter and high fived across from the table. Noticing their actions, Hoseok’s face darkened as he slowly walked around the table and towards Jimin. Jimin slipped out of his seat and held his hands out, pleading to forgive him.

You only shook your head in amusement, catching Yoongi rolling his eyes and Jin looking extremely annoyed as usual. You knew it was only a matter of time before there was an explosion from one of your oldest friends, so you racked your mind for any remedies. When you figured it out, you clapped your hands in excitement and grabbed everyone’s attention.“Guess what I have planned after dinner?”

“Opening presents?” Jungkook guessed, his cheeks full and making him resemble a bunny. You shook your head.

“Another Christmas movie?” Taehyung asked, before exclaiming, “Ooh, I know this really good movie that I watched in July about this family who-”

“Wait, you watched a Christmas movie in July?” Namjoon interrupted, his eyebrows raised.

“Yes, but that’s not the point. Anyways, so the family settles into this new neighborhood that is all about festivity and being in the spirit and whatnot and-”

You cleared your throat, effectively silencing him. You waited a few beats, in case anyone wanted to speak anymore, which made the boys impatient. “Spit it out, Y/N. You’re killing me over here,” Jimin complained.

You smiled slightly before saying, “Two words. Gingerbread houses.”



“Okay, first off. How come you bought so many gingerbread houses?” Yoongi uttered, his eyes studying the boxes laid out in front of him with mild disgust.

You shrugged, stepping forward to open one of the boxes. “I figured we would all end up making them.”

“And if we didn’t?”

“Then I’d save them for next year.” You laughed at the suggestion, and the horror in Yoongi’s eyes made it worth it.

“Jimin, back off! I’m in charge of the icing,” Taehyung’s hollering was never a surprise, and Jin’s shouting back wasn’t either.

“Stop yelling, Taehyung! I bet everyone on this street knows who you are!”

“What are you doing right now? Talking to me in a quiet voice?!”

“But my yelling is justified-”

“Both of you shut up,” Namjoon groaned, handing a small packet of gummies to Jungkook. You turned your attention to Yoongi, who was still opening the box for the gingerbread house. You didn’t say anything about his struggling, though he noticed you covering up your laughter and shot you a cold glare in response.

“Uh, Y/N, what do we do with this piece?” Taehyung asked from the end of the table, holding up a broken piece of gingerbread. You watched as Jimin’s eyes trailed to the piece in Tae’s hand and his face morphed into anger. You didn’t care to listen to their millionth argument of the night, but you knew it would be the same cycle of at each other’s throats, a few punches on the arm, and moving on with their lives.

The next several minutes were spent in silence, the scented candles Hoseok lit earlier filling the air with a pleasant smell and the yellow lighting making the atmosphere more serene. For those few moments, you felt at peace. The presence of your closest friends in your quaint home, and the weight that life tends to put on your shoulders was lifted around this time of year. If you capture any feeling you’ve ever felt in your life, it would be the one you felt in this moment.

“We should bet on who has the best gingerbread house-”

“No, Tae.” Namjoon sighed, sneaking a gumdrop into his mouth. You watched as he chewed on it, made a weird face, then spit it out into his hand. “What even are these gumdrops?”

“They’re candy, Joon. What else?” Jimin snickered, loving whenever he got a chance to pick on Namjoon. The latter, on the other hand, didn’t like it all that much.

“Oh really. Then tell me, Jimin, how does this taste?”

“How does what taste-” He had no chance to react as Namjoon reached over and shoved the gumdrop that he had previously had in his mouth, into Jimin’s own agape mouth. Jimin’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth refusing to chew as he stared back at his friend with wide eyes. Then, he smirked slightly before spitting it straight into Namjoon’s face. This commenced another round of loud arguing and accusations that hardly had to do with what just occurred. 

This time it was Yoongi’s turn to shout at the younger boys, complaining about why he even bothered showing up to this get together every year.

“Because you love me,” You whispered to him, smiling as you iced the side of the gingerbread house. Yoongi stopped his hand that was squishing a gumdrop onto the roof, his eyes on your face before he sighed. 

“Unfortunately.”

You screamed in joy, your voice way more high pitched than all of their own. Everyone stopped, looking over at you in perplexity before Jungkook groaned. 

“Y/N, please don’t ever do that again. It’s enough having to hear Taehyung’s loud voice all night. We don’t need you mixed up in it too.”

“But Yoongi just admitted that he-”

“Is tired and is going to lay down on the couch.” Yoongi butted in, stepping away from the table and throwing himself across the couch.

“Yeah, I’m done as well. I’ll just leave the rest to you, Joon.” Right as Jungkook said that, Namjoon accidentally broke off a big chunk of the house. Jungkook stared down at the house for a moment before shaking his head and joining Yoongi in the living room.

Gradually, everyone finished up their gingerbread houses, leaving you still working hard at making you and Yoongi’s nice and presentable. You didn’t quite understand the importance of finishing off the house, but when you stepped back and looked at the finishing product, you knew why. Your heart swelled with joy, not really comprehending why the little gingerbread house reminded you of your own home, but it did. And you loved it.

Listening to the lull of the boys’ voices, you fetched several of the gingerbread men that you had also happened to buy from the store. You worked quietly, your lips stretching into an uncontrollable smile as you men the gingerbread men resemble the seven boys.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon’s voice made you jump back in fright, you laughing it off as you motioned towards the gingerbread men splayed out in front of you. His grin was almost blinding, his dimples prominent in his cheeks as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side. “Why are you so cute?”

You shrugged, feeling shy at his words. Though you loved showing your friends affection, not all of them loved showing affection themselves- Namjoon was one of them. So whenever he complimented you, it always got you flustered.

“What are you two over there cuddling about?” Jin called, Namjoon glancing over his shoulder.

“None of your business, old man. We’re having a moment over here that you so graciously interrupted.”

Old man? Who are you calling old man? Don’t make me get up from this rocking chair- Why am I sitting in a rocking chair?!” You laughed, stepping out of Namjoon’s hug to adjust the gingerbread men around the house. You leaned Jungkook, Tae, and Jimin up against the little gumdrop bushes you had cleverly made to be in front of the house. You put the other four up against the house. It made your gingerbread house complete. Just as the boys made your own home complete.

“Cute,” Namjoon gushed, giggling for some reason.

“What’s cute?” Hoseok asked, his eyes falling on the gingerbread house. His mouth dropped open as he shouted, “Aw!” and whipped out his phone to take a picture. “Guys, come look at this!”

You pressed your hands into your face in embarrassment, hearing the others rush over to see what was happening. Hearing all of their cooing and shouting made you even more embarrassing, and feeling Taehyung’s familiar bear hug, you only laughed as he lifted you up and kept calling you cute.

“Yoongi, where are you going?” Jin asked, everyone’s eyes following his gaze and spotting Yoongi in the kitchen doorway.

He scowled, muttering, “I’ll be back. Just hold up.”

You felt your stomach oddly drop, wondering if somehow you made Yoongi upset by making the gingerbread house. Soon after, you got distracted by the boys and how they were still complimenting the house and the little versions of themselves. You brushed off Jimin’s complaints about having ‘a little amount of hair’, and just smiled away as they broke off into their own conversations.

Feeling someone’s presence behind you, you turned to come face to face with a shy looking Yoongi. You were confused as you watched him, his eyes avoiding yours as he held his hand suspiciously out of view. “Uh, Yoongi, what’s up?”

“Well,” he cleared his throat, running one hand over his hair before his eyes met yours and said, “Your gingerbread house was missing one important detail.”

He revealed what was in his other hand, and you gasped out in surprise. Sitting in his hand was a gingerbread woman, albeit decorated a little sloppily, but still beautiful to you. For some unknown reason, his sweet gesture made your eyes well with tears, which in turn made him alarmed.

“Y/N! I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry, I thought it would make you happy-”

You lurched forward, crushing him in a hug. He was frozen for a moment, before his own arms wrapped around you and hugged you back just as tightly. The other boys were oddly quiet, before you heard the sound of a phone’s camera going off and shouts of ‘Hoseok!’ going around. “What? This is a cute moment! We need to capture it!”

Pulling away from him, you gave Yoongi a watery smile that made him snicker and poke your cheek before stepping around you and placing the gingerbread version of you right next to his own. “Who knew Y/N would make Yoongi soft?” Jimin cooed, holding his hands over his heart.

“Don’t get smacked, Minnie.”

“Hey! Only Y/N calls him that!” Taehyung defended, which earned him a glare from Jimin.

“You guys argue too much,” Jin sighed out, though the fond smile on his lips contradicted his words.

“That’s what makes us great though,” Taehyung argued with pride.

“Sure it does,” Namjoon sarcastically exclaimed. You only giggled at all of them before making eye contact with Hoseok. Holding his arms open, you stepped forward into his embrace and adjusted so you were facing the others. 

Though the night had been filled with petty arguing, all you remembered was the smiles on everyone’s lips. And the embraces. The fighting that was more playful than harmful. And of course, your lovely gingerbread house.

“Hey, if you don’t mind, I’m just going to eat gingerbread Namjoon because he looks good-” Everyone was silent as they witnessed Namjoon’s hand somehow knock into the house so aggressively, it broke apart and ruined the masterpiece you had made.

The yelling that ensued filled the air once again. However, no one seemed to notice how happy you were. And how although your gingerbread house had crumbled, your own home was still intact and still held everything you needed in life to be happy. You caught Yoongi’s eye at the last moment, a quirk at the side of his lips as he shot you a quick wink. 

“Merry Christmas,” he mouthed. 

“Merry Christmas,” You said aloud.

A Christmas Miracle // c.h

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Requested: no - based on this

Pairing: Bartender!Calum x Heartbroken!Y/N

My series: Paid to be Popular - The Purpose of Love - Bittersweet Generation

Description: Y/N has broken up with her boyfriend on Christmas Eve and decides to go to an empty bar to cry - fortunately for her, the unknown bartender is always there to advise her.  

Calum ran the cloth across the table once again. Just a few more minutes till he could leave the bar and celebrate. After all, it was Christmas Eve and the bar was already closing at midnight so he could go home.

The bar was completely empty - a rare sight when it came to Christmas in New York. Every night the bar would normally be filled with people trying to find a soulmate for Christmas or trying to get laid in the Holiday Spirit. The bar was never empty - unless it was Christmas Eve, apparently.

Calum was going home to his family this year. He dumped the cloth in its place and was almost sure it wouldn’t hurt if he left half an hour earlier than he should. That was until an appealing girl with twelve scarfs, two jackets and three knitted mittens opened the door, brushing the snow off her as she tried her best not to fall when hanging all of her clothes on the hanger beside the door. She dragged clear footprints of white snow with her when she managed to get up on one of the bar stools without falling and Calum was quickly by her side.

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Little one ~ part 2

As requested here is a part 2! Enjoy xx ——

The first part can be found here

http://imagine-that-one-thing.tumblr.com/post/154495392611/little-one ——

“If I have to hear one more Christmas song I will go somewhat insane, love.” Harry announces with a heavy huff, not being keen on the repetition of Christmas songs echoing through the house as you bake your annual Christmas cookies. “Awah, are you being the Grinch tonight, baby?” You gently chuckle, looking over at him as he sits up on the couch after lying down for the last hour with his eyes clued to his phone.
“No, can we listen to something else?”
“Will you watch a Christmas movie when I’m done baking?” You bribe, overhearing yet another lament escape his lips.
“I’m all Christmas out for the night.”
“You sound like the Grinch.”
“C'mon, let’s have a break and play non Christmas music.”
“No, it’s Christmas.” You shake your head, scooping cookie dough into your hand and rolling it into a ball to place on the baking tray. “Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me. Been an awful good girl.” You hum along to your phone, another grunt escaping from Harry. “Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight.” The lyrics roll off your tongue, your eyes watching as Harry gets off the couch— shaking his head, nearing closer to the kitchen. “Either my singing is terrible, or you’re really a bit peckish.” You wink, observing as he rolls eyes,
“This song is the worst.” He comments, eyeing the cookie dough as you continue to make biscuits.
“It’s not bad.” You disagree,
“It sexualises Santa, its overly rated and I’d rather listen to Rudolph the red nose reindeer.” He remarks, the sounds of whining beginning to ring through the house. “I’ll get him, please turn the sexualising Santa song off.” Harry graciously instructs, walking towards the stairs to get the newly awaken boy.

Harry emerges down the staircase with a still slumberous boy, his hair a hopeless situation, his little legs beginning to bounce around, his chubby hands rubbing his eyes. “Nice song choice.” Harry rolls his eyes, his words biting him in the ass as ‘Rudolph the red nose reindeer’ plays through your phone.
“You said you’d rather listen to this.” You shrug with a grin, your sons eyes radiating over at you and the cookies.
“Mhm, I guess… Ah, is mummy making cookies? Mhm, she is.” Harry begins to enthusiastically wake your son up, rubbing his little tummy and bouncing him. “Mummy thinks she’s not going to share. Isn’t she wrong? Yes she is, yes she is.” Harry continues to coo,
“I can hear you, you know?” You curiously ask, observing as Harry makes your son bursts out laughing and grin widely with his silly faces. “Yes, I know.” Harry nods, “oh I forgot, Niall said he’d watch this lil pumpkin tomorrow.”
“Great, I can have you to myself for longer than three minutes in bed.”
“I take offence to that.” He gasps,
“Whatever, will you help me with these?” You sigh, getting tired of rolling the chocolate dough into balls. Harry nods and places your son down to wonder the living room. You look up and see your son mesmerised by the Christmas lights, once again staring at them as he sits by the tree, occasionally pulling at the Christmas balls on the bottom. “Fuck.” Harry has a petulant outburst of a bad temper, dropping some chocolate to the floor,
“Language.” You nudge him, “it’s okay, there’s plenty of dough.” You add, observing as he grumbles a few things under his breath. “Do you want to go to bed?” You question, noting how he’s considerably cranky, which is expected, he probably hasn’t slept in a while. After all, once he got home he was side tracked with trying to make a little girl with you instead of sleeping. “Is that an invitation or an instruction?” He questions,
“Harry, you’re being ill-tempered. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head, placing a small kiss to your cheek before eyeing your son. “He’s taking the decorations off the tree.” Harry points out, causing you to somewhat chuckle at your sons doings. He’s always finding something to do or to get into, he’s considerably playfully mischievous in a cute little way. “Damnit.” Harry utters, dropping another ball of chocolate dough, “I’m fucking done, fuck— sorry!” He sighs managing to cuss a few times and apologise for his use of language.
With a chuckle you respond, “you need a nap,”
“I need a beer.” He sighs, looking at you for some sort of approval.
“I’ll finish this, go grab a beer and relax.” You instruct, continuing to merrily make the cookies.

You place the cookies on a plate and place them in the fridge walking into the living room to find a leaden-eyed Harry and a joyfully babbling away little boy. “He’s never going to say Daddy.” Harry yawns as your son walks with a waddle to you, holding his arms up. You pick him up and sit on the couch beside harry. “He will. Do you wanna talk to mum?” You coo, smiling at the little boy, watching his eyes gleam with joy, “say mumma, mumma.” You pronounce, your little boy sitting on your legs and throwing his hands around lightheartedly. “Harry, go to bed before you fall asleep on the couch.” You whisper, watching as his eyes begin to leisurely close,
“Mhm.” He sounds, already beginning to drift,
“Harry.” You gently nudge him, his eyes opening, “the couch isn’t comfy enough to sleep on.” You smile, standing up and holding your son on your hip. “C'mon.” You instruct, gesturing towards the stairs.
“I’m comin’ I’m comin’” harry nods, forcing himself off the couch. You turn the Christmas tree off and climb the stairs, your son squirming in your arms as you reach the top. You place him down and let him waddle his way down the hallway, almost falling over his own little feet. “He’s clumsy, he takes after you.” You chuckle, turning to look at a dreary eyed Harry,
“I can’t dispute that.” Harry yawns, walking behind you as you step into the bedroom, your son already playfully bouncing around the room. “I’m so fucking tired, please tell me I don’t have to be up early.” Harry drowsily blathers, forgetting the little ears in the room. “Shit, sorry. I promise I’ll get better.” He gives you a small smile as he scoops up the little boy in his arms, “don’t repeat what daddy says when he’s tired.” Harry utters to the boy, tickling his belly and making the little one giggle aloud. “We need to tell your Mum whether we are driving to her house for Christmas or not.” You remind harry as he lies on the bed and plays with his son.
“Uh, what are your parents doing?”
“They said whatever works for us.”
“Why don’t we just invite your parents to mums?” Harry offers, “they like each other and it makes it easier. I don’t want to drive two hours to your parents and then have to drive another two hours to mine when we get back.” He continues, making a valid point. Usually you drive two hours to your parents Christmas Eve, stay the night and drive back and drive two hours to his parents. But with a toddler in the mix of things it’s not exactly the best of ideas. “We can see, he’s going to fuss in the car for four hours.” You gesture towards the little one,
“Mhm. Baby, you wanna say daddy yet? Daddy, d-a-d-d-y.” “Harry give him a break.” You chuckle, feeling bad for your son as he’s constantly told the same word over and over again. Harry’s clearly determined to have his son speak. Harry sighs and gives in, deciding it’s time to give up for the night. “Harry, do you want to give him a bottle of milk so he falls to sleep?” You question,
“Eh not really, I’m good here.” He smiles, too lazy to get up himself, “I love you.” He adds, and you shake your head. “Fa.. fa.” Your son begins to mumble, “fuck.” He babbles in his cute little voice.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You whisper,
“Uh oh.” Harry’s eyes widen as he looks at his son, “da, say da.” Harry shakes his head, your son becoming close-mouthed.
“This is your fault.” You sigh,
“He’s mumbling random sounds, it’s probably nothing.” Harry shakes his head,
“Harry, that wasn’t a random sound, that was the naughty word.” You shake your head, not sure whether to laugh or cry at your sons word. “We’re starting a swear jar for you.” You murmur, a little irritated yet amused that your son managed to babble out fuck. “'Tis the season to be jolly, fa-la-la-la-la-la.” Harry Hums, “he was probably trying to say that.”
“Harry, nice try, but no.” You giggle, “get him milk and put him to sleep.” You instruct, finally allowing yourself to cackle at your son. Oh what a season it really is.

everything i need i get from you by moodlighting/ @mooodlighting

Historical AU. It’s two days before Christmas, and Harry has only two pounds and thirty pence to his name to purchase a gift for Louis.

since i’ve found you by rearviewdreamer/ @all-these-larrythings

Louis woke up on the morning he was meant to volunteer at the Feed the Homeless program at St. Mary’s church hoping for an opportunity to give back a little to a city that has given him everything he could ever want. Little did he know, there was one more great thing waiting there for him; a boy with radiant green eyes in a weathered jacket and a beat-up backpack slung over his shoulders.

coming up for air by stylinsoncity/ @alienproof

It’s a long plane ride to LA but sitting beside Harry makes time fly.

we’ve got unfinished business by suspendrs/ @fukcinglouis

There’s a ghost in Harry and Louis’s apartment that seemingly just wants them to date.

cameras flashing by juliusschmidt/ @juliusschmidt

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

if i should stay by gloria_andrews/ @gloriaandrews

Louis is a television actor who suddenly needs a bodyguard. Harry is the bodyguard he ends up hiring.

A fic loosely based on the classic 1992 movie The Bodyguard.

the impossible now by stylinsoncity/ @alienproof

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

lips speak louder by bravefortheboys/ @bravefortheboys

Pool water dyed blue, a deep hatred for R.E.M., shorts catching on fire, a karaoke night that somehow changes everything, an angering lack of proper communication—oh, and what’s camp without a bit of rivalry?

(AU in which Louis is a summer camp counselor along with a few other less-than-qualified people just trying to make it through the next four weeks in one piece. The curly-headed bloke from the camp sharing the campsite with them surely won’t let that happen)

space oddity by velvetoscar/ @mizzwilde

Louis’ blessed with the inconvenience of getting his neighbor’s mail. It works out really well for the both of them.

inconceivable by alivingfire/ @alivingfire

Louis and Barbara Tomlinson are twin brother and sister. Harry’s in love with Louis, Niall’s in love with Barbara, and they both go by Tommo. It gets a little confusing.

in vogue by otpwhatever/ @otpwhatever

Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry’s running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis’ confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story. (There are no skinny jeans in this fic)