but santa is coming tonight is four words so i worked

Mr. Jeon

This took me so long cause I accidentally wrote more than I needed and i turned this shit into a whole story so sorry about that. Also, this is rated NC-17 (there’s some kinky shit going on)

Jungkook’s POV

I sat at the end of the table watching all of my employees go back and forth about nonsense and bullshit about the company yet again. My father never told me how difficult it would be to run a company that was so successful. He always managed to make boring things seem so interesting though. I never thought that at the age of 24 I would be able to run a company all by myself, in the beginning it was all fun and games, then I had to grow up and it became boring and not so interesting anymore. That was until I met Y/N. She moved here from America three years ago and she’s worked here as an intern for about two and a half years. Her mother and my mother were in the navy together and my mother convinced me to let her work here. The first day I saw her she immediately caught my eye, she was different from every other woman around here.

“What if we just transferred a small amount of our stocks to them and in return they give us-” she began to speak, her voice was so angelic I could listen to her talk to me everyday

“No offense Y/N, but this is a meeting for actual employees, not interns. I don’t even know why you’re in here right now” Choi Minhee, she’s known to be the bitch of the office

“Minhee be quiet, the intern knows more than you do at the moment. I haven’t even seen you write a single thing down since you’ve stepped foot in this office. Y/N please continue” I said looking over at her and she smiled at me and began to speak again

Towards the end of the meeting everyone began to pack up and Minhee walked over to my desk.

“I don’t appreciate you embarrassing me in front of everyone like that Jungkook, it was rude and uncalled for.” she said and I rolled my eyes sitting down in my chair

“Okay well first off, it’s Mr. Jeon to you, second of all, I don’t appreciate your rude attitude towards MS. Y/L/N, that was uncalled for.”” I retorted and she stared at me as if she was lost for words

“Y-yes sir, I apologize for my actions.” she bowed then grabbed all of her things and walked out of my office slamming the door behind her.

I sighed and turned my chair so that I was facing the large window.

Over the course of six months Y/N became my official assistant and her and I have began to get closer to each other. It was close to closing time and Y/N was helping me clean up around my office before the holidays.

“Are you doing anything fun this year?” I asked her as she put on her coat and scarf

“Sadly not this year, my mom is being stationed again and my dad is visiting his family in Nigeria so I’ll be alone this year” she said sadly

“Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe I can be your secret santa and come by and drop you off a present” I told her grabbing my jacket as well

“Well then it’s not a surprise anymore, is it Mr. Jeon?” she asked smiling at me

“You know what, I guess not, and by the way when nobody is around you can call me Jungkook or Kookie, I’m fine with either one of them” I said walking over to my door and opening it for her

“I’ll keep that in mind Jungkook.” She said said pressing the button to the elevator as we waited for it to come up

“Y/N do you think that I could take you out on a date-“Y/N, I knew I would find you up here I tried calling you but, Oh! Mr. Jeon, hello” It was Jimin, he’s been working here for about four years now, we used to be friends but then things changed

“Hey Jimin” I said awkwardly

“I was just here to pick up Y/N, she’s finally letting me show her around Busan tonight” Jimin said, not gonna lie I’m kind of jealous. I’ve been wanting to show her around for a while but I could never get around to ask her

“Yeah I’m excited, you’re kind of early though aren’t you Jimin?” She asked getting into the elevator with Jimin

“I know, but I just really wanted to see you” He said and I scoffed

“Something wrong Kookie?” she asked showing serious concern

“I’m sure he’s fine, it must be something in the air.  Right Jungkook?” Jimin asked and I put on a smile

“Yeah, something in the air. You two have fun, I realize that I left something in my office. I’ll see you both on Wednesday” I waved at them and began to walk back to my office

I poured myself a cup of scotch and drank it gripping the cup in my hand.

Remember earlier how I said that Jimin and I used to be friends? Yeah there’s a reason behind that. Everytime meet a nice girl or I’m slightly interested in her he always has to come by and swoop her off her feet before I can even ask the girl on a proper date. I poured myself another drink and glanced out the window watching as they both got into his car.

Y/N’s POV

About an hour into my little journey with Jimin I really begin to feel good for once. Ever since I moved here my life hasn’t been the easiest. I only moved down here, because my mom made it seem like moving here would be fun and enjoyable and it was the exact opposite. The moment I got off the plane and into my new apartment people would stare at me and ask me so many questions as if I was a different species or something and it sucks. Then I got my job at the company and I met Jungkook and I finally felt like I could be accepted for me.

“I had a really good time tonight Y/N” Jimin said giving me a hug

“I did too, and I will most definitely give Taehyung your number” I told him smiling at him

“I’d greatly appreciate it, and by the way. You should definitely give Jungkook a chance. I can tell that you’re his type” he told me walking down the steps

I smiled and walked into my house taking off my clothes and changing into a big shirt. I can shower in the morning. I went into my kitchen and grabbed a box of cookies and began to make some hot chocolate. A knock on the door caught my attention.

“Who is it?” I asked

“It’s Jungkook”

I moved from the door and quickly looked at myself in the mirror and began to fix my hair. I opened the door and smiled at him.

“Hello, is something wrong?” I asked beginning to freak out. What if he came here to personally fire me?

“No, not at all. I actually came here to give you a few presents. Remember, I’m your not so secret santa.” He said and I laughed

“Well come on in, I know it’s cold out there. I don’t want to keep you waiting longer than you need to be. I was just about to have some hot chocolate and eat some cookies.” I stepped to the side and let him in the door

“I love hot chocolate and cookies” He said walking into my house and closing the door behind him

“Well then I guess that makes us both lucky.” I walked into the kitchen and took the hot milk off the stove then began to add the chocolate powder

“How do you like your hot chocolate?” I asked

“Just think of me as a five year old child” he said

“I’ve got just the thing, you and I are more alike than I thought” I said taking out whipped cream, marshmallows and sprinkles

I made the cups of wonderful chocolate heaven and walked towards the living room. Can you grab the cookies please, they’re in the cabinet labeled sweets. My Korean still isn’t perfect so I still have to label things” I explained to him and I heard him chuckle

“I think it’s pretty cute, if you ever need any help with your Korean just let me know and I will gladly help you. It’s the least that I can do since you’re always helping me file my papers, I know that I’m not the most organized person in the world and I’m really lucky to have you as my beautiful assistant.” He said and I smiled sipping my hot chocolate

“Well in that case I’m lucky to have someone has amazingly smart and incredibly handsome as my boss.” I said eating one of my cookies

Jungkook’s POV

When she called me handsome it’s like my whole world just stopped. This is indicating that she may actually return my feelings for her, but wait. What about her and Jimin?

“Hey um, how was your date with Jimin?” I asked sipping my drink

“Oh my goodness it was absolutely amazing. Busan is such a beautiful, I never knew how pretty it truly was. I felt so lucky to have someone like Jimin show me around.” she said and I mentally rolled my eyes

“That’s nice” I said nonchalantly

“Awe Kookie, are you jealous?” she asked leaning over and pinching my cheeks

“Me? Jealous, oh baby girl no. What do I have to be jealous of? Who’s the one sitting on your couch right now?” I asked smirking at her

“That may be true, but how do you know Jimin and I didn’t do anything before you even came here? Hm? For all you know he could be up in my bed right now or who knows maybe he’s hiding in the closet.” she said leaning over closer to me biting her lip

“You really want to tempt me right now, princess” I asked setting the mug on the coffee table

“Show me what you can really do” she whispered in my ear then slowly got up walking towards her bedroom

I began to follow her and slowly started unbuttoning my shirt in the process. Before I went upstairs I went into her kitchen and made of cup of ice then began to walk back up the steps.

“Come on Kookie, I’m beginning to get impatient” She whined and I bit my lip when I walked into the room

She was sprawled out on the bed in a black lingerie set and her hair was laid out on the bed.

“You look beautiful princess, did you get all dressed up just for me?” I asked walking into her room fully closing the door

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t” she said sitting up and crawling over to me

“What do you have in that cup mister?” she asked and i sat it on the bedside table

“No peeking baby girl” I told her finally taking off my shirt completely

“Baby where do you keep all of your scarves?” I asked

“In the third drawer on the right, why?” she asked and i went over to open it picking up an all black scarf and a bright red one.

“No reason.” I walked back over to her and sat the scarves to the side

“You know, you were pretty disrespectful to me earlier. Mentioning Jimin when you most likely know my feelings toward you” I sat down on the bed and pulled her over my lap rubbing her butt cheek gently

“Are you gonna punish me now then, Mr.Jeon?” she asked looking at me over her shoulder

I smirked to myself and rubbed her butt once again.

“Pick a number between 10 and 20 for me angel” I said trailing my fingers slowly down her back

“15” she said wiggling her butt

“If you say so” I said and brought my hand down onto her left butt cheek

She gasped loudly and arched her back cause her butt to lift as well

“If you count with me this can go by a lot faster” I said bring my hand down again but harder this time

“T-two” she stuttered out biting her lip

“Don’t silence yourself baby girl, let your neighbors know how much of a dirty girl you truly are” I demanded continuing my slaps

“F-four, Kookie please n-no more” she said stuffing her face into the bed

“This is what you asked for, so this is what you’ll get baby girl” I said smacking her cheeks again as they began to turn a bright red color

After eleven more smacks I helped her sit up and grabbed the black scarf putting it over her eyes carefully.

“K-kookie what are you doing?” she asked nervously

“I’m going to take care of you baby, don’t worry.”  I tied her hands to the bed with the other scarf and made sure that it wasn’t too tight

“Do you trust me?” I asked grabbing the cup of ice

“Y-yes” she said

“What do you want our safe word to be?” I asked

“Mango” she said and I chuckled

“You’re so cute sometimes” I said and grabbed a piece of ice letting it melt in my mouth

I leaned down and trailed the piece of ice down the side of her neck and watched as she moaned and shivered.

“Jungkook, what the fuck!” she screamed

“Do you not like it?” I asked

“I-I like it and that’s the problem” she said

I smiled and grabbed a larger piece of ice trailing it down her body stopping at her panty line

“Can I take these off?” I asked and she nodded still shivering from the cold

I took off her panties slowly and threw them to the side slowly opening her legs biting my lip.

“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” I asked rubbing my hands up and down her thighs

“N-no” she said with a slight smile

“Well you need to hear it more often. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” I told her and finally leaned up to kiss her on the lips

Her lips were thick and soft and she still tasted like hot chocolate and marshmallows.

“I-I want you inside of me” she whispered against my lips

I stood up and pulled off my pants and underwear getting back onto the bed.

“Wait, do you have condoms?” I asked

“Third drawer on the bedside table.” I opened the drawer and grabbed one from the box opening the package and sliding it on

“Are you ready?” I asked her holding her hips in my hand

“Yes, I’m ready” she said

I held her hips and slowly slid into her looking up at her making sure that she was okay.

“K-Kookie” she moaned out

“Am I hurting you?” I asked beginning to freak out

“No, n-not at all. B-but can y-you take the b-blindfold off?” she asked

“Oh shit sorry” I quickly took the blindfold off and smiled looking at her eyes

“Such a beauty” I said and she smiled leaning up to kiss me

I pulled back from her lips and continued to slide into her, I watched as I disappeared inside of her then threw my head back biting my bottom lip.

“You feel so good around me like this.” I told her moving my hips slowly so that I wouldn’t hurt her

“G-go faster, p-please” she said trying to push her hips down on me

I lifted her legs up and started to move harder and faster into her groaning loudly not caring if the neighbors could hear us or not.

“F-fuck Jungkook d-don’t stop!” she begged wrapping her legs around me

“D-don’t w-worry princess” I told her moving my hips faster against her

Being inside of her like this felt unreal. I never knew thought that she would actually return feelings for me and the fact that she did was amazing.

“I-I love the way you feel around me” I told her and I leaned down close to her ear

“I love how you get so flustered and lost for words that you can’t even form a simple sentence.” I smirked and pushed deeper into her feeling a soft spot

She moaned loudly and threw her head back closing her eyes and I could tell she was close.

“You gonna come for me princess?” I asked leaning down and sucking on her neck and she whimpered

“U-use your words baby” I told her trying to keep the pace as I felt myself get close to my orgasm as well

“Y-yes Jungkook, yes! I-I’m gonna come!” she said loudly as she arched her back

I leaned down and kissed her again groaning at the feeling of her clenching around me so tightly

“Jungkook!” she moaned loudly as she came and fell back fully onto the bed

“Fuck Y/N” I moaned loudly as I came into the condom slowly riding out our highs

I pulled out of her and threw the condom away into the trashcan, I carefully untied her hands and kissed her wrist.

“Are you okay?” I asked slowly standing up

“S-sleep. I need sleep.” she muttered out lowly

“You don’t want to take a bubble bath first?” I asked her

She shook her head and held her arms out for me instead

“Just hold me” she whispered

I smiled at her and pulled the covers back settling the both of us under them and holding her close to me.

“We can take a bath together in the morning and then go and get some breakfast, I’m not the best when it comes to cooking” I told her and she laughed

“I would love that” she said yawning and laying her head on my chest

“Oh and Jungkook”

“Yeah princess?”

“Jimin is gay”


I am sooooooooo sorry this took so long, but it’s the kinkiest thing I have ever written and I am so proud of myself. Also I typed this out on a google document and it came out to be seven pages long!!! Please enjoy! Also, I would like to give a big thank you to all of my amazing followers, I really appreciate you all for continuing to stay with me even though my writing schedule is a load of bullshit, and so I truly thank you all o very much for that and I wish you lots of love! Also request are open and I also do moodboards as well as scenarios and things like that. I’ve been trying to come up with new ideas for stories but I always forget to write them down so that sucks. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this

90 Days of Autumn (Part 12)

Title: Christmas

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 5,175

Warnings: A couple swear words, but all fluff

Prompt: Sam and Y/N spend their first Christmas together, complete with silly pajamas, many of presents, and special confessions. 

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A/N: Well, this was supposed to come out on Christmas, but I failed. I’m just getting back into writing after my mini break, so forgive me for how long this is. And you’re welcome for all the fluff that’s come from this.

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

You woke up with Sam by your side. Per his request, and to your excitement, you spent the night. He was still sleeping when you woke up, which surprised you because you were the one who rolled in late.

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Imagine your undercover job taking a toll on your relationship with Sonny

(A/N: Nice to be back. So happy this actually got finished today. My glasses broke and don’t have my contacts with me which meant I couldn’t see and then my sister slammed a door on my finger which meant I couldn’t write but I did it. Hope you enjoy!) 

Imagine your undercover job taking a toll on your relationship with Sonny

“Well, well well. Look who is it is. Hey Tony. It’s the guy I was telling you about.” you said walking out of your office an dealing against the bar in front of your bouncer Tony was was nursing a pre-work beer.

“That long gangly one?” he asked turing following your gaze.

“Mmm and he brought the blonde one with him this time.” you chuckled as you watched Amanda and Sonny approach you but they were already well in ear-shot.

You skirted the bar and walked towards them. As you walked you put your hands on Tony and your other bouncers Jimmy’s shoulders as a silent ‘let me handle this’. You took a few steps forward until they were both standing right in front of you.  The walk you took allowed you to assess who was watching. Their were your two bouncers and at least five of your mother’s girls by the stage getting ready but watching. Time to put on a show.

“Is their something I can do for you Detectives?” you asked smugly chewing your gum loudly and evidently.

“We’re looking to talk to some of the dancers here regarding an assault that happening a few streets away, a couple of days ago.” Amanda answered telling the truth as someone had been attacked.

“They won’t know anything. They were occupied. If you know what I mean.” you joked sarcastically earning a laugh from the people behind you.

“No, I don’t.” Sonny stated annoyed.

“Use you imagine.” you winked playfully leaning against the bar once again.

“Maybe your clients could have seen something.” Amanda suggested but you were too busy staring at Sonny.

“Even if they did. Why would they say anything. Most of them don’t like advertising that they come here.” you smiled all-knowingly.

“We’d still like their names.” Sonny added meeting your gaze.

“Well their’s Sherlock Homes, James Bond and Santa.” you joked earning another round of laughs.

You watched as Sonny seemed to get more annoyed.

“Don’t be like that Detective. I didn’t know what you were trying to achieve here but I think it would be best of you leave. I assure you no one who comes or works here knows anything about this crime.” you suggested blowing a bubble with ended it a loud bang.

“What happened to you?” Sonny asked suddenly shaking his head in disapproval, “You used to be one of us. You used to want to help people. Now, you run a strip club that deals in drugs and prostitution. Working with the types people that you used to put away.”

You took a step forward so you were dangerously close. Leaning up so your faces were inches away from each other.

“Are you still upset that I wouldn’t sleep with you?” you chuckled in his face, “Is that why you’re being so dramatic right now?”

“Let’s go, Rollins.” he stated turning away and beginning to head to the door with Amanda in tow, following suit, like you planned it.

“Oh Amanda. I forget you were here. How is the baby, by the way? Still without a Daddy?” you called after them.

“Watch your mouth!” Sonny ordered walking back up to you and getting your face.

“Ooo. Did I strike a nerve? You couldn’t have me so you moved on to the next female detective. Or did she come on to you. It’s sort of more believable, really, considering she already slept with half the police force.” you chuckled spitefully playfully pushing his shoulder purposely as you went to point to Amanda.

“That’s it.” he began grabbing your arm and twisting it behind you and pulling out cuffs, “You’re under arrest.”

“For what?” you demanded angrily wincing in pain as he locked in the cuffs.

“Assaulting a police officer.” he stated jerking you up and forcing you stand up straight.

“That won’t stick. Did you forget I used to be a cop?” you teased as he began to drag you away, “If I had know you liked to play dirty Detective. I might have actually dated you. Tony, I’ll be back before we open tonight.”

You continued to shout as he dragged you out the club and forced you into the back of his car. You continued to shout until you were a few blocks away from the club. And that’s when you stopped and began to smile.

Sonny turned to look at you and returned it. Giving a you a smile bigger and brighter than the usual.

It was the first time in two months that you had seen Sonny, properly. You’d sent messages through your handler to him and your brother but you never got replies or even a confirmation that he heard them. When he waled into the club you were so happy to see him. You wanted to jump him their and then you missed him so much but you couldn’t.

You’d been undercover for two months now. About three months ago you were approached by the Gang division regarding your mothers exploits. Your mother was one of the biggest gang leaders in the city. And she was because she was smart,calculating and untrusting. They had sent multiple undercover trying to infiltrate her organisation but had failed miserably.

It had been a hushed whisper that your mothers only daughter, you, had joined the NYPD but nobody actually knew it was true except for a few people. You had changed your name which threw most people off.  You’d admitted it to the squad but no one else except for a few of your friends in other departments. No one would find out who you were unless they already suspected who you were and checked your records.

One of your friends who worked in the gang unit had approached you off the record to ask if you would be willing to do it. He said that you’d have a much better chance getting her to trust you. Sure you’d given her up to the cops a few times but she still had a soft spot for you. You were her daughter after all and she loved you even if you didn’t feel the same way.

You were reluctant at first. You didn’t think it work and even if it did it would mean having to spend an extended amount of time who abandoned you and your brother for weeks on end. The woman who brought drug runners and mobsters into your home. Have them around you. The woman who brought the women she was exploiting into your home, let you get attached before forcing them into prostitution. The woman who was so consumed with avenging her soulmates and son’s death that she forgot to appreciate the people she had left.

When they had asked you, you were three years approaching your fourth working in SVU. Your whole life you’d been searching for somewhere, anywhere that you belonged and you had found it at SVU. After sitting helpless your whole childhood watching your mother exploit venerable young woman, it was sort of soul fulfilling to help the same sort of people and others that you couldn’t do before.

SVU had given you a lot of things. Fulfilment, family boy never expected the third, love. When you joined SVU almost four years ago became your partner on the job and three years ago he became your partner in a difference sense. When you first met you didn’t think you’d work well together. In his words he was sugar and you were spice. Complete opposites but opposites attract. You balance each other out.

He asked you on your first date after about a year of meeting and becoming partners. You moved in together after a year and had technically been living together for almost two years. Your relationship was an open secret amongst the rest of the squad. Bar a few jokes, sly mentions and winks no one really addressed it well at work at least. After work was a whole different ball game. Not that you or Sonny gave them any ammunition. You didn’t do anything ‘relationshipy’  during work. Yeah, their was the occasional kiss on the cheek, lingering hands and flirting but only when everyone else was out of earshot.

After you were approached by your friend at the gang unit you told him that you would think about his suggestion. The first thing you did after it was go home and tell Sonny. You were so shaky and nervous when you told him that you honestly think that he thought you were telling you were pregnant. Maybe he was disappointed when you actually told him the truth.

You were surprised by his response. He told you to go for it. You didn’t know why he was saying it. You were so conflicted that a part of you wanted him to be so adamantly against it that he would say absolutely no and then other part wanted him to push you to go for it but he didn’t do either. He told you that the only person who could answer that question was you. He told you that whatever you decided that he would support you and make it as easy as possible.

Deep down you knew that you had to do it. Your biggest regret in life was not helping all those women you encountered during your childhood. It was chance to rectify and forgive yourself in a way. You did go for it and you were in it for the long haul.

It was hard at first, convincing your mother, who knew you were a cop that you had quit and wanted to join. Luckily, you had started this plan a month before even approaching her. Making a big spectacle of you quitting the force in disgrace. The only people who did know what was going on was the SVU squad, some members of the gang unit, your brother and Sonny’s parents and sisters.

Sonny’s family was completely understanding of the situation. The person who took it the hardest was your younger brother. He didn’t understand why you’d want to be around your mother anymore especially after how hard you worked to get away from her. Sonny helped a lot with dealing with. Essentially, stepping into your parental role why you were away. He was at college now but he still came back to yours and Sonny’s every other weekend, which he also lived in for a year.

When you finally approached your mother after ‘leaving’ she welcomed you fast and with open arms. Maybe because you were daughter it blinded her judgment or maybe a part of her actually feels guilty about how she treated you. Either way, you got it and you went straight to the top. Basically, becoming her second in command. She put you in charge of her biggest legal operation her Strip Club which included over ‘services’ other than stripping. You were privy to all the other illegal activity, the drugs, the racketeering, human trafficking and underage prostitution but weren’t involved directly. Your job was to collect as much evidence as possible and figure the interworking so you can prevent illegal activity and ultimately take down the whole organisation.

You’d been at it two months at this point. Collecting evidence, providing tips to the police and only being in contact with your handler. Last week your mother had told you about her yearly shipment of girls this week. Unlike the typical mobster, she brought all her girls in one big go. Risky but less suspicious in the long run. You hadn’t expected things to move so quickly. You sent a message to your handler but you had too much to tell him in a short amount of time you had.

The next phone call he told you to expect a visit from SVU, telling you that they would arrest you and bring you to the station. So you could give them all the details and have a chance to see everyone without arousing suspicion. He even told you that if this went as planned that you maybe able to be extracted from the operation in the next few weeks.

You were excited by the prospect. You missed your home, your job, your family but most importantly Sonny. You lay awake at night thinking about him. You had to do some bad things while undercover and you felt so guilty. Every part of you loved Sonny so much that even the thought of doing anything that disrespected him or your relationship killing you inside. The last two months had been so hard. You’d hadn’t talk to him at all. Which was a big adjustment from talking everyday.

You missed seeing him, talking to him, being with him, everything about him. You hoped you got your messages.

You didn’t know he was going to be the one to come and get you but when you saw him it was like your whole world lit up. You’d suddenly found colour in your black and white misery. of course you had to put on a show at the beginning, staying in character but you kept getting into each other faces and every part of you wanted to grab him and have your way. You kept it up picking a fight until you were safe distance from the club.

That’s when it was okay to be you again.

“Hey.” he smiled at you turning round from his seat in the passenger seat.

“Hi.” you breathed happily full of relief.

You were together again, even if it was a for a short while. He kept turning round and looking at you, asking if you were okay, asking if you wanted the handcuffs off.  You told him you were okay and that was no point as you were going to have to put on a show at the station until you got to an interrogation room.

You guys did the whole prep walk thing. Which was much different when you were on the other end. Everyone was looking at you, whispering, if only the knew. Sonny kept hold of you, enough that it looked as if he was restraining you but not enough to hurt you.

The whole squad got in on the show. Berating you. you’d never seen Liv so disappointed in somebody. When you finally got into the interaction room and lifted the facade. It was like you were free. The first thing you had to do was tell your handler, Liv and Fin what was going on with the shipment later this week. Doing your job but you were trying to speed through it so you could greet everyone and spend some time with Sonny.

Liv sensed your desperation and hastiness and sped up the process. When your handler finally finished he told you had about half an hour before things would seem suspicious to your mother’s camp. After the the warning Liv and Fin lead you to her office where Sonny and Amanda were waiting.

You were went for Sonny first, pulling him into an embrace. You wanted to hold onto him for longer but let go to greet everyone else. Liv and Fin respectively. Sonny hovered by your side the whole time as if he didn’t want to be away from you. You went to hug Amanda.

“I’m so sorry.” you apologised as you pulled her into a hug.

“For what?” she asked clinging onto to you before letting you go.

“For what I said back their.” you sighed sadly thinking about it.

“You were doing your job,” she reassured rubbing your shoulder and you stepped back and Sonny grabbed your hand pulling it backwards towards him, “Not for a second did I think you were being serious. You don’t need to apologise. I know how much you love Jessie.”
“How is she?” you asked finally smiling.

“She’s great. She misses you though. She’s getting tired of Carisi here holding her all the time instead of you.” she joked.

“I resent that.” Sonny fired back as you took a final step into his embrace once again.

He wrapped his arms around your neck and laying his head on your shoulder before looking up again and giving you squeeze. You looked up at him and was about to pounce before you remembered everyone was still in the room.

“How about we give you two a chance to talk.”Liv suggested before beginning to usher everyone out the door.

“Thanks Lieu.” Sonny said for you.

“Don’t mention it. “ she waling out the door with Amanda.

“I’m going to close the blinds.” Fin winked before pulling them up, “I’ll see you later, Y/N”.

“Thanks Fin.” you sighed thankfully.

You watched him walk out the door and shut the door behind him. As soon as you heard the click of the door you turned and practically jumped on Sonny and began kissing. He had to steady himself on Liv’s desk before grabbing hold go you.

“I missed you too.” he chuckled as you pulled away, standing in between his legs as he leaned against the desk and despite you best efforts he was still slightly taller than you causing you to look up.

“Not as much as I missed you.” you countered looking up at him with a big goofy grin on your face, “Oh Sonny.”

“I know. I know.” he said pulling you into a hug again.

You buried yourself in his chest as if you did enough that you would never could leave it.

“Only a few more weeks.” he reassured pulling you away from him so he could see your face.

“I know but it’s so hard. I just want to come home and be with you.” you cried as you felt your eyes prick with tears.

“I want the same but you’ve got a job to do and you’re going to finish it. You didn’t put us both through this just so you can give up.” he chuckled wiping the tears spilling down your face and tucking stray hairs behind your ears.

“I won’t. I promise.” you promised cupping his cheek.

“I know. When you set your mind to something, only god can stop you.” he chuckled looking down at you.

“How have you been?” you asked, “You already know how I’m holding up what about you?”

“I’m hanging on in their,” he began to reassure before retracting, “ but it hasn’t been easy. I roll over some nights and grab air. I still make two cups of coffee in the morning before realising and bring deserts for you only to have Fin eat them.”

“Did you get my messages?” you inquired hopefully.

“Every single one. Well at least I hope so. I passed them onto Carter as well.” he informed.
“How is Carter?” you asked suddenly remembering.

“Hanging on in their. He keeps himself busy with school and even he’s back. Ma’s been taking care of him. Softening the blow.” he replied.

“How are your parents?” you asked once agin wanting to make sure everyone was okay.

“Fine. They miss you too. Apparently, they prefer to have you at dinner over me.” he joked.

You pulled him into another hug and you just stayed their.

“You know last night. I was thinking about all the things I wanted to tell you and now all I want is to hold you and never let go.” you admitted mumbling into his chest listening to his heartbeat.

“Me too but I’ve forgotten everything, except for one thing.” he chuckled holding you tighter

“What?” you questioned staying in his embrace but looking up leaning your head on his chest.

“I love you.” he responded heartfelt and sincere.

“I love you too.” you replied automatically before leaning to kiss him again.

“I love you so so much.” you chanted as you pulled away.

“I don’t doubt it.” he teased looking intently at your face as it fell, “Y/N?”

“I’m so sorry.” you apologised lowering your head.

“For what? Hey, look at me.” he questioned lifting your chin up with his fingers.

“You know how we discussed before I left about the things that I might have to do while undercover…” you began before trailing off.

“Yeah.” he prompted.

“Well I had to do a couple of those things.” you admitted vaguely wincing at the thought.

“Okay…” he sighed.

“I’m so sorry. I feel guilty. I had too or it would look suspicious. I’m so sorry, so, so sorry.” you began to ramble.

“Y/N, I don’t understand.” he started.

“Don’t understand what?” you repeated searching for clarification.

“Why your telling me this or why your even apologising for it.” be began to clarify, “I thought we agreed before you left that what you do undercover to survive has no impact on this, our relationship. I trust you, Y/N. I love you. What you do undercover isn’t really you it’s whoever your playing. I didn’t fall in love with Y/N the mobsters daughter. I fell in love with Detective Y/N Y/L/N. The strongest and most beautiful person I have ever met.”

“And you are the sweet, most understanding, cheesy person. I’ve ever met. Why can’t you be a little more selfish and shout at me, make me feel better.” you smiled playfully hitting him in the chest.

“That wouldn’t be any fun though, would it?” he joked before kissing you again.

You grabbed and clung onto his head. Leaning into it and he mimicked your movements. You stayed their for a few minutes. Making up for lost time but ensuring that it didn’t go any further especially on your boss’s desk.

“I think our time is up.” Sonny informed sadly pulling away from you.

“Are you sure?” you pouted wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Pretty sure,” he chuckled glancing at his watch, “Definitely sure.”

“Alright, alright.” you gave in standing up and moving out the way so he could follow suit.

“Only a few more weeks he reassured.

“Still too long.” you sighed.

“Well three months is nothing compared to the rest of our lives.” he smiled sadly.

You looked at his face before going onto you tiptoes and kissing him again.

“I love you.” you repeated.

“I know. You ready to put these back on?” he asked pulling the handcuffs out of his back pocket and dangling them in front of you.

“One more.” you said before kissing him.

“How about now?” he chuckled once again.

“Just one more.” you said kissing him again.

“Now?” he repeated.

“A few more.” you said before kissing his face in spasmodically in different places, his forehead. cheeks even his chin.

“Y/N.” He warned in a fake stern voice.

“Okay, okay. Put them on me.” you sighed before putting your hands in front of you in the position.

He grabbed your arms and gently locked them back into the cuffs, standing behind you in the position.

“You ready, babe?” he asked standing right by the door to get out.

“Just a few more weeks.” you repeated before you both walked out the door back to the world.

Don’t Peek

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,190

Summary: Jensen has feelings for the reader, will he get over his nerves and come clean at the gang’s Christmas party?

Christmas Request by: @frickfracklesackles


“Ok so…Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, Holly Jolly Christmas, Silent Night and Last Christmas. We good with those four?” Jason asks.

“Uhhh yeah. Let’s add one more though.” Jensen says looking a little unsure.

“Ok. Shoot.”

“Christmas (Baby Please Come Home).”

“That’s a new one for us. We’ve never played it before, dude.” Jason says laughing.

“Do we really need to add it?”

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
aka the Follow You Down Christmas spectacular/shitshow.  I blame @kashyuriart.  Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.


2:00pm

Mairon’s phone buzzed, and he glanced at the text message that had popped up on the screen.  One word, sent from Melkor: help.

Mairon rolled his eyes, set his phone aside, and picked up the report he had been reading.  A moment later, his phone buzzed again.  Another message from Melkor appeared on the screen: Help.

Mairon clucked his tongue and turned his phone over, screen facing the desk. He swiveled his chair gently and skimmed the page in his hand, looking for where he had left off.

The phone buzzed again.  Against his better judgement, Mairon picked it up and looked at the message that had just arrived: Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp.

“For God’s sake,” he muttered.

Before he could respond, a barrage of identical messages began to fill the screen.

HELP

HELP

HELP

HELP

HELP

HELP

“Jesus Christ,” he swore.  He pushed himself back from his desk and stalked across the hall to Melkor’s office, his phone still buzzing incessantly in his hand.  “For the love of God,” he snapped, pushing into Melkor’s office. “What do you want?”

“Oh, thank God,” said Melkor, laying his hand dramatically over his heart.  “I thought you’d never come.”

“What do you want?” asked Mairon again, unmoved.

“I need an electrical engineer.”

“I’m not an electrical engineer.”

“That’s not what your master’s degree says.”

“Oh my God,” said Mairon, throwing his head back and sighing.  “What do you want?”

“Advice,” said Melkor.  “From my dear friend, and go-to problem solver.”

“Melkor, I swear to God—”

“Alright, alright,” said Melkor.  “Relax.  I need you to look at something.”  He slid a piece of paper across his desk.

Mairon picked it up, his brows knitting together as he looked at the scribbled notes.  “What am I looking at?”

“Plans,” said Melkor.

“Plans for what?”

“The greatest light display you’ve ever seen,” said Melkor.  

“I don’t know what I expected,” said Mairon, shaking his head.

“Aw, come on,” said Melkor.  “I’ve tried, like, four different configurations, and I’ve blown a different fuse every time.  I’m desperate.”

“You need is an electrician, not an electrical engineer.”

“But what I have,” said Melkor, “is an electrical engineer.  So…”Mairon scowled, and Melkor adopted an ingratiating grin.  “Please?”

“You know I’m incredibly busy, right?”

“Pretty please?”

“I have like, eight projects I need to finish before New Year’s.”

“Aw, come on, Scrooge.  It’s Christmas.”

“It’s Christmas Eve.”

“Exactly.”

“You’re a huge drain on my productivity.  You know that, right?”

“Is that a yes?”

Mairon sighed.  “I want you to know this is resignation, not willingness.  Do you hear me?”

“Nope,” said Melkor, scooping up his plans and grinning widely.  “I can’t hear you over the sound of Christmas cheer. Come on,” he said, tossing Mairon his coat and heading for the door.  “I’m parked out front.”

5:15pm

“Holy shit,” said Thuringwethil, looking around in awe.  “I should’ve brought my sunglasses.”

“Pretty sweet, huh?” said Melkor, beaming with pride as he looked around at his apartment, which looked vaguely as though Willy Wonka had been allowed to design a storefront holiday display.  There were lights around every window and door frame in sight, blinking their blues and greens and reds in a clash of meandering patterns.  There were soft, white icicle lights strung in zig-zags across the ceiling.  Red and silver tinsel lined every windowsill and wound intricately around the banister of the stairs.  There were two trees in the living room, each at least six feet tall and dripping with so many lights and ornaments that the boughs drooped dangerously low to the ground. There were small trees on every side table in sight, each decorated in a different color.  Four stockings hung over the fireplace, which bled soft light and warmth into the room.

“That’s one word for it,” said Thuringwethil, eyeing the miniature train that wound around the perimeter of the room, slaloming between trees and furniture before disappearing through the doorway and into the kitchen.

“I love it,” said Gothmog, pushing Thuringwethil inside and closing the door behind them.  

“You’re going to blow a fuse,” said Thuringwethil, looking suspiciously at the lights.

“I’ve got it covered,” said Melkor.  He craned his head toward the kitchen.  “Mairon?” he called.

“Still working,” came the reply, from somewhere in the depths of the cavernous apartment.

“Jesus,” said Gothmog.  “Still? You guys left like, three hours ago.”

“It’s a delicate procedure,” said Melkor, grinning.

“And judging by the amount of lights already up,” said Thuringwethil, “possibly dangerous as well.  Where should I put this stuff?”  She held up the bags in her hands.

“What is it?”

“Food,” she said, heading toward the kitchen.  “I brought mashed potatoes, gravy, and green beans.  Gothmog has the drinks.”  She set the bags down carefully on the counter, the crockery clinking gently as it settled.  “I need to heat it up, though.  Can I use the oven?”

“Go for it.”

“Did you heat up the ham, or are you going to wait?”

“What?”

“The ham,” she said.  “Does it need to go in too?’

Um,” said Melkor.

“You forgot, didn’t you?”

“No.”

“Yes, you did.”

“I didn’t.”

“Then where is it?”

“I have to pick it up,” said Melkor.  “I was just on my way out, actually.”

“You’re not going to find one on this late notice.”

“Bet me,” said Melkor, flashing a grin as he headed for the door.

“And that’s why we never leave Melkor in charge of anything,” she said, sighing as she turned the oven on to preheat.  “It’s Christmas dinner, for crying out loud.  How can you forget the ham?”

“On the bright side,” said Gothmog, “we have plenty of wine.”

“Thank God,” said Thuringwethil.  “Now if we can just find the corkscrew…”

5:36pm

“Honey!” called Melkor, kicking open the front door.  “I’m home!”

“Wow,” said Gothmog.  “That was fast.”  He turned in his spot on the couch and craned to look at Melkor.  “What’d you get us?”

“Ham,” said Melkor.  “As promised.”  He ambled into the kitchen and set an enormous platter on the counter.

“Oh my God,” said Thuringwethil, turning away from the stove.  “Where’d you get that?”

“Downstairs.”

“Downst—from your building’s Christmas party?”

“Maybe.”

“You stole the ham from your building’s community Christmas party?”

“’Stole’ is such a strong word.”

“How about ‘grinched’?” suggested Gothmog, coming over to inspect the platter.

“To be fair,” said Melkor, “the Grinch stole the roast beast.”

“The type of meat isn’t really the issue here,” said Thuringwethil.

“You wanted a ham,” said Melkor.  “I got you a ham.”

“You stole one, you mean.”

“Grinched,” said Gothmog.

“Don’t encourage him,” said Thuringwehtil.

“Alright,” said Mairon, coming into the kitchen at last.  “We may have an illegal number of extension cords in here, but I think it’ll hold for the night.”

“So everything’s hooked up?” asked Melkor.

“It’s good to go,” said Mairon, walking to the counter and surveying the food with interest.  “Is that ham? Fantastic.”

“It’s stolen,” said Thuringwethil, frowning at Melkor.

“I don’t even care,” said Mairon.  “I’m starving.”

“Then let’s eat,” said Melkor, maneuvering a stack of plates out of the cupboard.

“Okay,” said Thuringwethil, “but—”

“Thuringwethil, it’s Christmas.”

“So?”

“So take this,” said Melkor, handing her a glass of wine, “and this,” he continued, placing a Santa hat gently on her head, “and for once in your life, relax.”

8:20pm

“Is it me,” said Gothmog, “or is this eggnog getting weaker?”

“No,” said Thuringwethil, “you’re just getting drunker.”

“Yeah,” said Gothmog.  “You’re probably right.”

“Drink,” said Melkor, waving his glass at the TV and sloshing eggnog onto the carpet, “as we watch our hero, one-time child star Macaulay Culkin, attempt to smash Joe Pesci’s skull with a paint can.”

“I swear we didn’t drink nearly this much last year,” said Gothmog, pouring himself a fresh glass.

“We drink exactly the same amount every year,” said Melkor.  “One drink every time Kevin sets off a trap that could’ve killed someone.”

“At least we’re only watching Home Alone,” said Thuringwethil.  “Remember the year we watched the sequel, too?”

“That was my first year, if I remember correctly,” said Mairon.

“I think you’re right,” said Gothmog.  “Somehow, you were the only one who didn’t get completely shitfaced.”

“How did you manage that?” asked Melkor.

“I took strategically smaller sips,” said Mairon.

“Cheater,” said Melkor, dumping eggnog into Mairon’s glass.  “You better make up for it tonight.”

“Working on it,” said Mairon.  He nodded at the screen.  “Drink.”

12:38am

“Look at ‘em,” said Melkor, feigning disgust as he nodded toward the couch, where Gothmog and Thuringwethil had fallen asleep.  “Couple of lightweights, I tell you.”

“Give them a break,” said Mairon mildly, sprawled sideways in a chair. “It’s been a long month.”

“Yes,” Melkor agreed, sighing.  “The fact that it’s over is just about the best gift I could’ve asked for.”

“Oh, man,” said Mairon, heaving himself out of his chair and looking around. “I almost forgot.”

“Forgot what?”

“Shoot,” said Mairon, not listening.  “Where did I put it?”

“Put what?”

“My coat.”

“Kitchen,” said Melkor, standing up and trailing Mairon out of the room.

“Good call,” said Mairon, snatching his jacket from the kitchen table and rummaging in the pocket.

“What are you looking for?” asked Melkor, leaning against the island.

“This,” said Mairon triumphantly, pulling a slightly crumpled envelope from his pocket and turning around.

“What is it?”

“A gift,” said Mairon, smoothing it gently.  He walked over to the island and held the envelope out in front of him. “Merry Christmas, Melkor,” he said.

“No fair,” said Melkor.  “This is a no-present party.”

“I know,” said Mairon.  “But I couldn’t resist.”

Melkor broke the envelope’s seal and fished out a piece of paper, folded in thirds.  Setting aside the envelope, he pulled open the folded paper and scanned it.  His eyes widened as he read, and he looked up at Mairon, mouth agape.  “Is this what I think it is?”

“Patent papers on the Silmaril programs,” said Mairon.  “It’s still preliminary, but—“

“It’s perfect,” said Melkor firmly, crossing the distance between them.  He lifted Mairon’s chin and kissed him gently on the lips.  “Absolutely perfect,” he murmured, kissing him again.  “Which makes it, like, doubly terrible that I didn’t get anything for you.”

“Keep that up,” said Mairon, “and we’ll call it even.”

“Deal,” said Melkor, and kissed him again.  

For: @tbnfe13

(Merry Christmas!!

Reunion (Secret Santa 🎁)


Hanji Zoe was never one to care about looks. Practical and comfortable clothes were her thing, no need for dresses or skirts, as they would only get dirty. As a park ranger, she always on the hiking trails, giving tours, stopping the “accidental” out of season hunter, or tracking local fauna. Being surrounded by nature was Hanji’s true calling.

Donning her glasses, Hanji checked herself in the mirror.
“Looking good!”
She styled her hair into a messy updo, “Now I’m ready.”
Hanji grabbed her keys, before feeding her pet.
“Behave my little Bean, and I’ll promise I’ll give you a surprise.”
The iguana’s tail slightly twitched.
“That’s my boy!”
Somewhere in her cluttered house a clock rang out, the muted strikes making Hanji panic.
“I’m late and I have a meeting today! Bye Bean!”

If someone had ever told Levi Ackerman he would become a high school speech teacher, he would have probably popped their tires and siphoned their gas from the car. But fate had its own plans, and here he was waiting for the bell to ring. Taking a sip from his coffee mug, he skimmed over his class roster and nodded to himself.
“Alright, the bell has rung so I want you all in your seats.”
His steely blue eyes glazed over the anxious students faces as they all took their seats, “Very well. Let’s begin.”
He set his mug down, straightened his roster and picked up a red pen, “Marco?”
No one answered.
“Marco?”
“Polo!”
Levi glanced up, “Who said that?”
The students all pointed to snickering boy. Levi walked up to the boy and set his hand down on his desk, “You think this is funny?”
The boy bit his lips and shook his head.
“So you’re a comedian? What’s your name?”
“Connie Springer, sir,” he stifled a laugh.
“Pringles?” Levi asked causing the other students to giggle.
“Well, thanks to Pringles, we are all going to begin today with a nice impromptu speech on our favorite hobbies. I want it to be two minutes long, no ‘ums’, 'like’ or uh’ or minus five points each time you use them.
The class groaned, some even turning to Connie.
"Don’t blame me, blame Pringles,” Levi said as he motioned for a shaking blond kid to step up to the front of the class.
“Thank you for volunteering, now begin.”

Hanji? Hanji Zoe? Is that you?“
Hanji turned at the sound of her name, she scanned the grocery store, her brown eyes meeting with the blue eyes of a petite woman.
"Rico?”
The two women wove through the crowds and pulled each other into a warm hug.
“My goodness, Hanji, it’s been forever!”
“I know! Look at you! Still looking as fit as ever!” Hanji said as the friends now stood facing each other.
“Thank you. And what’s up the whole walking traffic cone get up?”
“Oh!” Hanji blushed, bringing her left hand to the back of her head, “This is my uniform.”
“As traffic director?” Rico asked.
“No, as park ranger!”
“Really? Hey do you think you get me discount on the tickets? I’m taking my history class for a field trip next month.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Rico stepped aside to let a couple pass, “Hey are you going to the reunion next week?”
Hanji’s eyebrows furrowed, “There’s a reunion next week?”
“Yeah, the invitations were sent out like a month ago. Didn’t you get them?”
“No…I’m not sure.”
Rico smiled, “No worries, I’ll talk to party committee. Hey do you want to go get coffee tomorrow?”
Hanji nodded, “I’d love too.”

It was Friday, Levi’s favorite day of the week.
“I saw Hanji a few days ago.”
Levi’s ears pricked at the word “Hanji”. He stopped stirring his coffee and slowly turned around to see Rico, a history teacher, and Moblit, a kindergarten teacher, talking together.
“Really? How is she?” Moblit exclaimed.
“She’s doing great! She’s engaged apparently.”
Levi choked on his coffee and began to cough loudly, pounding on his chest. The hot drink burning his throat.
“Four eyes is engaged? Since when?!”
Rico and Moblit looked at Levi unsure what to say.
“Yes,” Rico slowly said, “She met him during one of her hiking excursions. They’ve been together for about three years.”
Moblit cleared his throat, “Is she coming to the reunion?”
“She lost the invitation.”
“Typical,” Levi muttered.
“Actually, Levi, do you think you can send her another one? She just can’t miss it. It’s been ten years already.”
Rico resumed talking to Moblit, ignoring Levi.
Levi dumped his coffee into the sink and quickly washed his mug. He left the teacher’s lounge without saying a word.
“Rico, do you think that after all these years, he still has-”
“Feelings? No. I don’t think so. He may feel jealous though.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Trust me Moblit, jealousy and love are too different things.”

Hanji spent the entire weekend cleaning her house from top to bottom. The invitation had to be here somewhere. There tucked in one of her desk drawers, was the reunion invitation.
“Found it Bean!” She exclaimed as she clutched an envelope with her name beautifully written across it.
She huffed, making her bangs fly out of her eyes, “Levi must have written this.”
Her fingers traced over her name. Hanji always found it funny how a man so coarse and rough had the most elegant penmanship.
Careful as ever she began to open the envelope. Suddenly the door bell rang causing her hand to jerk forward and tear the envelope.
“Fantastic,” she grumbled.
She shoved the envelope into her jean’s pocket and went to answer the door.
“Yes?” She asked swinging the door open. There stood Levi Ackerman on her front steps with a heavy scowl on his face.
Even though it’s had been years since she had seen Levi, her heart began pounding against her chest. He always looked good in his black leather jacket.
“Do you know how damn hard it was finding your stupid house?” Levi asked, annoyance coating his words.
“Umm…”
Hanji couldn’t form any words, “Sorry…no?”
“Freaking hard! Who the hell lives so far away from the city? And why are dressed like a traffic cone?”
Levi moved passed her entered her home, leaving Hanji slightly confused.
She closed the door and followed Levi into her kitchen.
“Do you want water? Tea?”
Levi shook his head, “Look i just came to deliver this,” he held out his hand, “Rico, said you never got yours.”
Hanji blushed, “Um, yeah, thanks.” She took the invitation from his hand, their fingers brushing past each other’s. Hanji looked away as she set it down on her counter.
“Thanks.”
As Hanji found the right words to say, Levi looked around for any clues of her engagement, anything that signified she was taken. Bingo.
A lone black coat was draped across a chair. It didn’t match her style nor her house decorations. But he didn’t notice how Hanji was looking at him. He’s distracted, Hanji thought, admiring his side profile. “He hasn’t changed one bit.
"Before I go, why are dressed like that?”
Hanji was brought back to reality, “I’m a park ranger. This is my uniform.”
“Are you sure an orange jacket, a yellow, and khaki pants don’t scare away animals?”
“It’s so I’m found quickly during emergencies.”
“Sure.”
His eyes met with Hanji’s and he was about to ask her about her engagement when his phone rang.
“Shit, I have to pick up Petra from the airport,” he pulled his phone out of his pocket, “I have to go, I’ll see myself out. See you next week Four Eyes.”
With a weary heart, Hanji followed Levi, saw him leave, and proceeded lock her door.
“Right…he’s with her.”
Dragging her feet, she plopped down on her sofa. She took a deep breath. Levi’s cologne still lingered in the house and it smelled good…or was she smelling the cleaning products she used?
Hanji rubbed her face and pulled out the crumpled invitation and began to read it.
“You’re cordially invited…blah blah…ten year reunion…blah blah…next Saturday evening at the school gym…. Formal attire?!”
Hanji jumped up from the sofa, “Shit, shit, shit! I have nothing to wear that’s formal! Bean! I’m going out!”

Hanji sat inside her car waiting outside the school parking lot debating whether or not to go inside. She saw one of her old friends and took a deep breath. It was now or never.

After a few drinks, Hanji had relaxed. She had found out Mike and Nanaba were married, Erwin had become a top military general (two things that were of no great surprise to her).
“So, where’s the fiancé?” Rico asked as she sat down beside Hanji. Hanji turned red and looked at Rico and the people at her table.
“Uh, he couldn’t come tonight. He’s too busy with work.”
Rico smiled mischievously, “Do you have a picture of him?”
Hanji blushed, “Yeah, but I left my phone in the car, let me go and get it.”
She excused herself and headed out, her heart beating loudly. Her little white lie had gone out of proportion. The loud music was making her head hurt, all the couple dancing, made her stomach twist into knots as bad memories flooded into her mind. Hanji pushed the gym door and stepped outside into the cool fall night.
“You haven’t changed one bit haven’t you Four Eyes.”
Hanji jumped at the sound of Levi’s voice.
Levi tossed his cigarette to the floor and stepped on it.
“You’re still wearing suits and ties to formal events.”
“Oh, yeah..I hate wearing dresses to events.”
Levi smiled softly, “I figured.”
“So, Moblit told me you’re teaching here.”
“Yeah,” Levi nodded, running his hand through his black hair, “I teach a speech class. Bunch of nervous wrecks.”
Hanji leaned against the brick wall, “I can’t see you teaching a speech class, let alone teaching.”
Levi rolled his eyes, “Thanks.”
They stood in silence, the loud upbeat music changing into a slower tempo.
“You remember when you asked me out to the winter dance?”
Hanji looked up at the moon, “Yeah. You said yes but then ditched me mid dance.”
Levi stuffed his hands into his pockets, “Can I fix that?”
Hanji glanced at Levi, “What do mean?”
“Shit, Four Eyes, I know you’re blind, but can’t you hear? I said can fix that?”
Hanji straightened herself and took Levi’s hand into hers. As he held her close, Hanji couldn’t help but ask Levi if he was seeing someone.
“So you and Petra…are together?”
“What the hell? No!”
“But the other day you-”
“She asked me to pick her up from the airport! Her stupid boyfriend is stuck in the hospital. He hit his face and is getting stitches.”
“Damn…poor guy.”
The two slowly swayed to the faint music, Levi realizing this would be his last dance with Hanji.
“So when’s the wedding?”
Hanji pulled away from Levi, “The what?!”
“The wedding with your perfect fiancé.”
Hanji let out a deep laugh, “Oh God, I lied to Rico. She kept pestering me about my romantic life and I made up a guy and a name. I’m single-”
Hanji was cut off as Levi dipped her and placed his lips against hers.
Hanji closed her eyes and cupped his face, kissing him back.
As they slowly pulled away, Hanji straightened herself, but kept her hands on Levi’s face.
“What the hell was that for?”
“I wanted you to shut up. And I owed you a kiss.”
“Ten years too late, Ackerman.”
“I was worried that was going to happen, so my plan was to just kiss you goodbye.”
“And since when are so freaking romantic? You ditched me to go dance with another girl all those years back! You left me as a fool with a broken heart that night! And when I saw you at my door last week I realized I still loved you, and now this?!”
Levi sighed, “I know. I am sorry. Believe me, that night still haunts me, I’ve felt like an idiot all these years. But, when I heard Rico say you’re we’re engaged I thought I had lost you and then I saw a black coat and-”
“Black coat?”
“At your house.”
“Levi, you pint sized idiot, that’s yours. It’s been at my place all these years. You left it in my car, my God you are stupid.”
Levi rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”
Hanji placed a kiss on his forehead, “Let’s go back inside, Moblit was telling me how you torture the kids in your class.”
“And what, I can’t tell you that in person?”
“I’ve missed Moblit.”
Hanji took Levi’s hand into hers, “Or, we can go get a drink. There’s like a ten year gap in our lives.”
Levi smiled, “That’s a much better idea.”
“You have your ID right? You look like kid.”
“Screw you Hanji.”
She laughed as they walked past the gym’s windows.
“I told you they still had feelings for each other,” Moblit said as he elbowed Rico.
“Pay up,” Erwin echoed as he held out his hand to Rico.

Furuichi's Christmas Squad

Summary: Demons dont understand Christmas but everything works out anyway (though Furuichi disagrees)

Pairing: very mild Ogafuru

Rating: PG-13 (or PG)

Genre: Humor

Words: 1.5k

Thanks thebibi on beelzebub, your knowledge saved me a few hours of researching

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He’d assumed this Christmas would be fun; with Furuichi’s parents and sister off on a trip, he and Furuichi would have the house to themselves, to play new videogames all night long and let Hilda roam with the babies without the constant worry of one of them doing something Furuichi’s family shouldn’t see (Baby Beelz’s sister’s tantrums meant earthquakes, and Beel was on that stage where liked to chew on anything – specially steel since that didn’t break too easily).

Now that he was within sight of Furuichi’s gate, Oga had a feeling things wouldn’t be as fun as he expected.

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Secret Santa

Title: Secret Santa
Ship: Westallen
Rating: Naughty

The precinct does Secret Santa every year, but Iris buys the gift for whoever Joe pulls.

“I got Eddie,” Barry frowns, tossing the name on the coffee table. Iris is sitting opposite him, nursing a large hot chocolate. It’s been a long shift, and she abandoned her shoes under the table a while ago, and balanced her feet happily on Barry’s knee.

“Oooh,” Iris scrunches her nose up.

“So?” Barry rests his hand on her ankle. “What should I get him?”

“I don’t know.”

“Come on, you know what he would like.”

Iris tilts her head, and bites back her lip.

Barry’s face is suddenly stern. He waves a finger at her. “Don’t you dare say it.”

“You couldn’t get him what he likes.” Iris grins and does the goofiest fake-wink he’s ever seen.

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12 Dates of Christmas; Part 7

Originally posted by daystilchristmas

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Part 7 Outfit

Summary: AU. Dean and the reader are set up on a blind date a few weeks before Christmas, and things kind of seem too good to be true. They decide to have twelve dates beginning with their first and ending with Christmas, to see if spending all that time together will change their minds – and their feelings.

Word Count: 2235

Warnings: FLUFF. Some PG-rated flirting (only saying that because of the implication behind the statement). Reader falls asleep with Dean again. Sorry not sorry that I found an excuse to make that happen. Benny and Jo make a cameo as an adorable married couple.

Tags: @kbrand0, @supernaturalfreewill, @daydreamingintheimpala, @growningupgeek, @illisea

Enjoy!

Your name: submit What is this?

You were extremely pleased at how well the meeting between Ethan and Dean went. With the exception of Dean meeting your father and brothers, this had been the introduction you were most anxious about. The two men talked sports and work mostly, but when Dean left, you could tell Ethan’s handshake was a genuine gesture.

The two of you walked out to Dean’s truck together. He wrapped his arms around you and sighed.

“What is it?” you asked.

Dean shrugged. “It’s probably weird, but I wish I could take you home with me. Not for anything questionable. I want to fall asleep with you again.”

You smiled and shook your head. “Not weird. I wouldn’t mind that either.”

“Someday,” Dean smiled before kissing you. “Hey, for tomorrow’s date, I was –”

The radio on your shoulder beeped and dispatch called for your unit to respond to a call. As you ran back toward the station, you yelled over your shoulder, “Text me about the date, but whatever it is, my answer is yes!”

Dean didn’t know what it was about watching you high-tail it into the station to get in that ambulance and do what you did best, but he knew that his heart swelled a little more for you in that moment.

***

When you pulled into Dean’s driveway the next evening, you tried to remember that things had been going well so far, you were a relatively normal person, and there wasn’t anything to worry about.

But going to dinner and then a Christmas baking class with Dean’s best friend Benny and Benny’s wife Jo had your nerves grated raw. More so even than your first date with Dean had.

“Benny and Jo are going to love you,” Dean assured when he caught you chewing on your nails during the drive to the restaurant. “Benny has that laid back personality like you, but you can tough-girl it out with Jo. They’re a fun match, and I think you’ll like them, too.”

Only twenty minutes later, you were already feeling much more calm. Benny’s quiet, Southern character was calming, and Jo’s quick with had you laughing very quickly into the dinner date. The restaurant was busy that night, and the four of you were two rounds into drinks before your food came out.

“I love Italian,” you said, excitedly looking over the food on your plate. “Big thanks to whoever picked the restaurant.”

“You’re welcome,” Jo winked.

“The baking class was her idea, too,” Benny piped up. “She’s lucky I love her. Bakin’ ain’t exactly my cup of tea.”

“You’ll be a pro in no time,” Jo smiled at him.

The love that was obvious between Jo and Benny made your sappy heart swell. Dean must have noticed the look on your face because he reached for your hand again on the drive to the baking class and asked about it.

“They’re so in love, and you can tell,” you answered, only a little embarrassed about your hopeless romantic showing through. “It’s just sweet to see.”

“Think we’ll get there someday?”

You took a deep breath and stepped outside of your comfort zone. “If I’m completely honest, I think we’ll get there sooner than we think, Spark.”

Dean smiled and kissed the back of your hand; you weren’t sure you’d seen his eyes sparkle quite like that yet. You could feel the blush creeping up when he didn’t say anything; maybe it had been the wrong thing to say?

“If you could say something to that, I would probably feel a lot less like a lame-o right about now,” you admitted.

Dean chuckled and squeezed your hand. “You are not a ‘lame-o’, now or ever. I’m just glad that you’re opening up to me about how you feel a little more, and I’m trying not to make any sudden movements.”

Well, that still didn’t tell you anything. “Make a sudden movement, please.”

He let out a breath and glanced over at you before training his eyes back on the road. “What can I say, Y/N? I think you’re right. We’re going to get there a lot sooner than we think.”

The blush creeped up again; there was no telling if your cheeks or your heart were warmer just then.

***

There were ten couples at the baking class, including the two of you, and Benny and Jo. The couples looked to be a wide range of all ages, and you knew this was going to be lots of fun.

Each couple had their own little station to work at – it reminded you of a Home Ec class you’d taken in junior high. There were two Christmas-themed aprons waiting at the station – your souvenirs for the evening, besides whatever you baked – and while you threw yours on without hesitation, Dean eyed his carefully.

“Come on, Winchester,” you prodded. “It’s all part of the fun.”

“An apron with dancing elves and sugar plums is part of the fun?”

“It is tonight,” you laughed. You put the apron over his head and reached around his waist to tie the strings. Only loud enough so the two of you could hear, you looked up at Dean with a mischievous glint to your eye and said, “If you wear the apron and at least pretend to have a good time, Sparky, I’ll make it worth your while.”

“If that’s the case, I say we get this show on the road,” Dean grinned, donning a Santa hat that also been put out at the station.

You giggled and kissed his cheek as the instructor took to the front of the class to introduce himself. The class started off with simple gingerbread cookies that you would bake and decorate after the dough had a chance to chill for a bit. While it chilled, the instructor walked the couples through a candy recipe involving white and milk chocolate candy bark, M&Ms, candy canes, and red and green food coloring.

Mixing the dough had gone relatively smoothly, except for the flour somehow ending up smudged on your cheeks and in Dean’s hair, but the candy quickly proved that while you and Dean both enjoyed sweets, the extent of your baking skills ended at holiday cookies, and Dean’s baking skills … well, he tried.

Your Christmas bark ended up looking like a big mess of all the ingredients, especially since the two chocolates had swirled together, along with the red and green food coloring, creating this strange, not-so-Christmas-y color.

“It looks like Santa barfed,” you whispered to Dean as he placed the plate in the little freezer for the candy to harden over.

Dean burst into laughter and nearly dropped the plate. “Don’t make me laugh, pretty girl, or Santa’s bark if going to end up all over the floor here.”

After that, it was time to roll out the gingerbread dough and use the cookie cutters to get the cookies in shapes of gingerbread men, Santa’s hat, candy canes, reindeer heads, and snowmen with top hats. As they came out of the oven and cooled, Dean was inspired by your Santa barf comment to make some, er, interesting decorations on some of the cookies.

There were a few gingerbread men with frowns and glittery “barf” spread down the front of their torsos. Some of the reindeer had extremely unrealistic looking smiles, and most of the snow men were either holding a wrench, a screwdriver, or a mug of beer. Fortunately, he couldn’t come up with anything quite so clever for the candy canes or the cookies shaped like Santa’s hat.

“I hope you don’t plan on giving these to anyone. I mean, I’m down to take some home, but this is a lot of cookies!” you laughed.

Dean gave a proud smile. “I’ll take the questionable ones to the garage – the guys’ll get a kick out of them. The nice ones, I’ll take to Mom and Sammy.”

“I’m sure they know you well enough to not be surprised if a few of the ‘questionable’ cookies sneak into their bundles.”

“You’re probably right about that,” Dean laughed.

Although you expected some kind of mischief from Dean during clean up, he was surprisingly well-behaved. Once all the food was packaged up – including the Santa barf – the four of you once again headed for your cars. While you’d been inside, a mixture of snow and sleet had started to fall, so Dean and Benny made the gentlemanly decision to pull up to the door for you and Jo, so you wouldn’t have to walk much through the cold.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N,” Jo offered. “It’s been a while since Dean’s brought around anyone that he’s taken out. Usually after a couple of dates, he finds something wrong with the girl. With you though – I don’t think Benny and I have heard of much else since that first date.”

“That’s good to hear. I really like him,” you admitted to her. “I’m glad the four of us got to do this tonight. Hopefully there will be more time in the future to hang out again.”

Jo smiled as Benny’s truck pulled up to the door, followed by Dean’s. “I don’t doubt that there will be. Have Dean give you my number sometime; we’ll hang out without these silly boys.”

You laughed and agreed hanging out would be great, then you and Jo made a run for the trucks. You were grateful for you coat, but wished you hat worn a hat, too – anything to keep your head and hair from getting wet. Dean was prepared though, and turned the heater up on high until you were warmed up.

A normally ten-to-twelve-minute drive took nearly thirty. The sleet was freezing onto the streets, and the radio warned of black ice anywhere and everywhere throughout the city.

“Can’t wait to drive over to the next county in this tomorrow morning.” You rolled your eyes; you’d have to be up extra early to give yourself enough time to get there safely.

“I can take you,” Dean offered. “Not that I don’t trust your driving, but at least then I won’t worry so much about you being safe on the roads.”

You smiled. “That’s sweet, but you’d have to be up early, and what if you didn’t get to work on time?”

“I have an hour after you clock in to get to work, since tomorrow’s Friday.” Dean’s face turned pensive. “If you’re all right with it, we can crash at my place or yours tonight and I’ll take you to work in the morning.”

You thought about that for a few moments. This would be the second time you and Dean would be sleeping together – just sleeping – but you technically weren’t even dating yet. Shaking your head, you decided not to overthink the particulars, and agreed that it wasn’t a bad idea.

“I’ll get spoiled,” you told him, “sleeping next to you every now and then. It’s going to make me want to sleep next to you all the time.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Dean replied, really turning on that Winchester charm. “So, what’ll be, pretty girl? Your place or mine?”

Since the last time the two of you had stayed at your place, and most of your in-house dates had been there, you opted to stay at Dean’s for the night. He took you by your place to get your uniform and the other things you’d need to get ready for work, then the two of you carefully made way for his house.

With the weather being what it was, and the stop at your house, it was nearly an hour and a half after you left the cooking class before you got to Dean’s. While he put away the baked goods, you changed into your comfiest pair of sweat pants and an old t-shirt from your high school cheerleading days.

“A cheerleader? Now you’re just trying to give me ideas, Y/N,” Dean teased as scooted closer to you on the bed.

You pulled the covers up to your chin and tried to play it off. “It was a long time ago. I doubt I could do any of those moves anymore.”

“I bet you’d surprise yourself,” Dean replied as he turned off the lamp on the nightstand. “You comfortable? I can leave the bathroom light on if the dark bothers you.”

“As long as I’m with you, I’m okay.” You realized you’d just implied you were afraid of the dark; while that wasn’t usually the case, being a not-so-familiar place in the dark did have you grateful you weren’t by yourself.

Dean rolled to his back and pulled you to him. Your cheek was against his chest, and you could hear the steady beat of his heart. His strong arm went around your shoulder, and your arm draped over his abdomen. Dean leaned down a little to kiss the top of your head.

“I think I also agree with you about getting spoiled with this,” he said quietly. “I bet I sleep damn good tonight.”

“Me, too,” you agreed with a yawn. “And not just because I’m sleepy.”

Dean fingers found your chin and tilted your chin up so he could kiss you good night. “Sweet dreams, pretty girl.”

You kissed him a second and third time before snuggling back with your ear again in position to hear his heart beat. “Sleep tight, Sparky.”

Date #8

anonymous asked:

*screeches into your ask* HOLSOM!! Also congrats on the 1k followers, I've only recently stumbled into fandom but I've been doing some major catching up and your blog is awesome :) if you're still taking prompts I'd love to see a charity date auction for Holsom (or like totally AU it up in here with princes?). Thanks :D

Hi! Welcome to the Check Please sinkhole! If you had other hobbies (like I did, once) I’m sorry. 

And hooray for the 5th Holsom! (also to the other anon who requested a single dads fic, you get another one, it’s going to be Zimbits centred so I hope you enjoy). 


Justin isn’t entirely sure how he got roped into this. It’s his ex-wife’s benefit, so surely he got out of going to things like this when he, y’know, got divorced. But apparently, that isn’t the case, because March and April show up together at his apartment to drag him to the gala.

“Come on, Justin!” they said. “It’ll be fun!”

Against his better judgement and apparently insubstantial arguments, he ends up at the gala anyway.

“All you have to do is bid on one of the items,” March assures him, straightening his bowtie. “And then you can go home and…do whatever it is you do on your nights off.”

Justin frowns at her. “I thought I got out of this when we stopped being married.”

“Oh, honey,” March says, patting him on the cheek. “We have a five year old. We are never not going to be connected like this.”

Justin heaves a sigh and is very glad that Ellie is staying with her grandparents in Toronto for the week.

“So what’s the auction,” Justin says, too exasperated to make it into a question.

“You’ll see,” April says with a sly grin.

Justin sighs again. “I hate it when you do that.”

“Do what?” April asks, continuing with the sly grin.

“Smile like that,” Justin replies.

“Why?” March asks. “It’s her sexiest smile.”

“Yeah, I know, it reminds me of the fact we invited her to bed with us and then she stole my wife,” Justin points out.

March rolls her eyes, because it’s been long enough by now that there’s no room for actual bad feelings. April pats him on the arm consolingly, and they go to take their seats.

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A Winmills Christmas- Day 10

Welcome to A Very Merry Winmills Christmas!

This is a challenge hosted by @waywardlullabies​​​​! I was given 12 prompts, one for each of the 12 days of Christmas. I have taken the prompts and turned them into a fluffy, smutty, feels-y love story about Sam Winchester and Jody Mills, and I hope you love them as much as I do! (Also, shout out to my loves @unadulteratedstorycollector​​​​ and @littlegreenplasticsoldier​​​​ for their general wonderfulness.)

Read Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9

Day 10 prompt: Secret Santa + snowstorm

Warnings: smut, feels

Word Count: 2000ish

A/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated on this one, guys! I hope you enjoy this Christmas gift from me to you! XOXO


“S + J,

I picked up some gifts for you since it seems like the two of you don’t have much time to leave the house these days. I hid them. Here are some clues. Have fun and make good choices.

Your Secret Santa,
D”

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Look to the Future Now, It's Only Just Begun

Title: Look to the Future Now, It’s Only Just Begun

Fandom: Hetalia

Pairing: US x UK

Word Count: 10,807

Summary: Pottertalia. Arthur and Alfred are paired up to read each other’s love fortunes in Divination class. Naturally, they’re both too obvlious to realise that the signs are pointing to each other.

Notes: A Secret Santa gift for flamingoflamel. I’m a sucker for Pottertalia, so I may have gotten a bit carried away with your prompt: I managed to write over 10,000 words, despite the fact that nothing happens in this story. No joke: they’re literally just sitting in class the entire time, apart from the end where they walk down the stairs. Wow. Very action. Much plot. I sincerely apologise for letting this get so long. All I can say is I hope you like adorkable obliviousness, teenage boys blushing and long descriptions about hand touching.

 

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All I want for Christmas is you (JokerXReader)

Merry Christmas to everyone out there! :D I hope you all are having a great time with your familys and friends! <3<3<3 And since I announced it 19 days ago here is my Christmas present for you guys, my personal JokerXReader Christmas Special One Shot. :* I hope you’ll enjoy it and I wish you all wonderful Christmas days! :** <3

Originally posted by ask-mistah-j


All I want for Christmas is you


  (JokerXReader Christmas Special!)

„Where are you going? What about the Christmas dinner?“, Dick asked irritated as I was about to leave Wayne Manor.

„I’m sorry but I won’t stay for dinner this year. I have to visit someone special this year“, I said with an apologizing smile.

„You mean the same person that you visited last year, am I right?“, he asked frowning.

„Maybe“, I smiled.

„And don’t you wanna tell us who it is?“

„Nope, that’s a secret“, I responded cheerful.

„Oh come on, don’t look at me like that, I’ve spent literally the whole day with you and Bruce. I really have to go now and don’t even think about following me, Dick Grayson. I wish you two  Merry Christmas. By then!“

„Yeah but … (Y/N)! Wait!“

Dick gave up on calling my name as soon as I sat in my little white car, that wasn’t even visible under all that snow which was surrounding the entry of Wayne Manor and of course whole Gotham City by now.

After fastening myself I looked down at the little present that I placed carefully on the passenger seat, smiling to myself I remembered the last Christmas …

 ——————————————————-

„Miss I’m sorry to ask but shouldn’t even you be home on Christmas Eve?“, one of the guards at the Arkham Asylum asked as I was about to enter the great entrance.

I was clothed in my usual (d/c) dress, black stockings and (s/c) shoes, my hands were wrapped in a pair of (g/c) gloves and my eyes were covered behind a black mask, the one I was usually wearing when I was out working with Batman.

But this time I wasn’t working with him.

It was Christmas Eve and I decided to visit someone very special today.

„I could ask you the same question“, I smiled.

The guard sighed and led me through the Asylum.

„Really, I wouldn’t want to deal with the clown on Christmas, you’re not exactly a lucky one, aren’t you?“

„Hey, it’s my job“, I just commented his statement.

„Well than, have fun“, the guard said sarcastically, opening the door to the visitors room and then closing it behind me.

I made a face at the man which was standing behind the door now, then I turned around to the man that I was visiting.

I smiled slightly at the Joker.

He seemed a little puzzled even though he didn’t really show it, but I could see it in his eyes.

„Merry Christmas little clown. I know you’re probably not in a happy mood right now, stuck in this hell hole, but I thought it would make a difference if I’m here as well, spending the last hours of Christmas with you … …“

I fell silent for a moment, because he wasn’t answering.

He just stared at me, like I was some kind of hallucination and I was wondering if they had given him some tranquilizers to avoid that he would do something terrible on Christmas Eve.

„I know that you kinda wanted to spend Christmas with me, before they arrested you …“

A few hours ago he had been a free man and was about to lead whole Gotham City through his own Christmas with the Joker TV Show.

Including kidnapping the police Comissioner James Gordon, his right hand Detective Bullock and Gotham City’s most annoying reporter Summer Gleeson.

All because he wanted me to find him, of course he didn’t say it, he disguised his actual purpose in a lot of hidden words.

At first everyone thought he just wanted Batman and the entire city to have the most horrible Christmas ever, with dozens of dead people and stuff but as soon as we nearly arrived at his hiding place I remembered all the things he said in his live coverage.

 

„Batsy it would be clever to bring reinforcement before you’re trying to bring me down …“

„Everyone in this city even the criminals are spending the day with their lovely, lovely familys but because I don’t have any family, I decided to steal one HA HA HA! Maybe little (Y/N) wants to be my family, when she’s here, what do you think Jim? Sounds nice, doesn’t it?“

„Bats what do you think, I blow you up with this whole city and (Y/N) and I are spending Christmas together!“

 

„Oh really did I?“, Mr J asked now grinning at me, like this was all just a joke.

Of course he wouldn’t admit it, he was the Joker after all, he wasn’t someone who’s loved or who loves back, even if they were feelings that started to make him feel uncomfortable in his own skin.

„I know you did.“

He fell silent again, after he realised that I was serious.

„Here, that’s for you“, I finally said and shoved a little present towards him.

„So thoughtful …“, he whispered and looked at the present then back to me.

„What is it?“, he asked.

„Just some Christmas biscuit, since the food here is so bad“, I smiled.

„You wanna try one?“

„If you’re willing to feed me, doll“, he cackled insinuating to his straightjacket.

„I guess I have to, poor baby“, I giggled, opening the box and shoving one of the biscuits into his mouth.

„They’re homemade aren’t they, princess?“, Mr J smiled widely after finishing the biscuit.

„Yes“, I said with reddened cheeks.

„How lovely, spending the whole day in the kitchen just to make biscuits for a criminal lunatic like me. You really are a good girl, (Y/N). And you know what good girls get from Santa J, hm?“

I shook my head.

„Tell me“, I said.

„Come a little closer, angel“, he purred.

„Close your eyes.“

I did like I was told and just a second later, I felt warm lips pressed against mine, followed by a tongue and the sweet taste of Christmas biscuits …

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Yes it was true, last year right at that time I fell head over heels for the Joker.

Gotham City’s most notorious criminal.

But to be true, I never really saw him as a villain.

Yes I’m still working with Batman and Robin against all the criminal lunatics in this city but with him it always had been something else and I knew he was feeling the same way even if he would never admit it.

We had fun with each other whenever Batman, Robin and I were after him.

It had always been a game to us and now I knew why.

I was on my way downtown Gotham, the place where the underworld was ruling over the city.

But tonight on Christmas even the streets oft he gangster alleys were empty, everyone was at home no matter what kind of criminal they were, everyone was enjoying Christmas, all of them but one.

I shook my head in disbelief as I saw the golden entrance of his club full illuminated even though no single soul was here.

He couldn’t be seriously sitting in there, and waiting for Christmas to end.

A sigh left my mouth as I parked my car and stepped out into the snow white night of Gotham City.

It was cold like hell and the way from my car to the entrance of the club made my hands froze on the present that I was carrying.

Not even one of the bouncers were here.

I opened the door and found myself standing into an completely empty club.

Really no one was here, not even a bartender.

Slowly I walked towards the VIP area remembering all the times I had been here playing little games with Mr J or sometimes just showing up for fun, but this was the first time I was here without my masking.

„Boss-“

„I got it, got it, got it. It’s Christmas no one is coming today, calm down Frost.“

I grinned at Frost after hearing J’s annoyed voice.

He really wasn’t a big fan of Christmas, but last year he really had seemed to enjoy it, maybe I just had to refresh his memory a bit.

„No, boss. I was just trying to say that you’ve got a visitor“, Frost said.

„A visitor? And who Frost who could that be on such an important day?“, J asked obviously not amused.

Well this day really must have pissed him off.

Carefully I stepped into the VIP area, smiling as I saw J’s facial expression turn from anger into his big signature grin.

„Oooh, what do we have here? Originating a new tradition, how lovely. Come over, doll. Sit on daddy’s lap. Frost why are you still standing there? Go bring the lady some … what was it that you used to drink on Christmas, doll?“, J asked.

„It’s called tea with baked apple and cinnamon flavor“, I smiled.

„Yes that one! Go and get her some of … that stuff“, he said and gestured for Frost to leave the place.

„You really hate Christmas“, I laughed after doffing my white whinter coat.

„I don’t hate it, doll. I just don’t like it“, he simply said, then pulled me onto his lap, after I came closer to him.

„But last year you liked it“, I mocked him.

„I didn’t like it, I liked that you came to visit me“, he corrected me.

I blushed at the sudden use of this words.

„What’s that?“, he suddenly asked pointing at the present box in my hands as if he wanted to distract from what he just said.

„That’s for Frost“, I said and couldn’t hold on myself after seeing his facial expression change into an „He’s dead“ look.

„Just a joke, open it, it’s yours“, I smiled and gave it to him.

„Oooh you little minx, you“, he said cackling and opened the box.

„I know you’ve lost yours last year, so I thought I’ll get you a new one“, I said after he saw the gold and purple jackknife.

I watched him as he flicked the knife open in fascination and I knew he was probably fantasizing about the next victim which would die by the blade.

„Where did you get it?“, he asked looking me deep in the eyes.

He wouldn’t say it but I could see in his eyes that he really appreciated this gesture.

„Just a few blocks away from here, there’s a small arms shop, I walked past it three or four weeks ago and saw it in the window. It reminded me of you, so-“

I was cut off by my sentence as he grabbed my neck and pulled me into a rough and passionate kiss.

That was his way to say thank you.

„Daddy has got something for you too, princess“, he purred after breaking the kiss for a second.

„Stay with your eyes closed.“

After a few seconds I felt something small and cold on my neck.

I touched it with my eyes still closed.

Was that a necklace?

„Open your eyes, kitten.“

I did and as I looked down I saw a small and subtle necklace laying on my exposed skin.

The necklace itself was made of gold and on it their hung a cute little pendant, it was a purple shiny little J with a tiny green emerald down the letter.

„J …“, I whispered turning my head to face him.

But before I could speak further he cupped my face into his warm hands.

„Do you know what this means, kitten?“, he growled, his cold blue eyes darkened in desire whilst speaking.

„It means that you belong to me. You’re mine and I won’t let you leave again. You’re not working for Batsy anymore, you’re all mine. Your daddy wants you kitten, and that means you’re staying with me, till the very end.“

He pulled me into an even more intense kiss but this one was soon interrupted by Frost.

„Miss, your tea“, he said.

J just glared at him for interrupting us, but I smiled at him apologizing as I saw that his shoulders and his suit were full of snow.

He must have been outside to get my tea, poor Frosty.

„Oh, thank you, Frost. Wait, I still have got something for you“, I said after J was about to send him back where he came from.

Frost stared at me a little irritated what was really something else in contrast to his usual stoic facial expression.

I pulled a little package out oft my coat-pocket and gave it to him.

„Thank you, Miss but that really wouldn’t have been necessary I-“

„Oh come on, just open it“, I smiled.

„Yes, open it Frost“, J growled behind me.

He wasn’t delighted that I really had a Christmas present for good old Frost.

Frost opened the package taking a brand new light blue tie in his hands.

And for the very first time I saw J’s right hand smiling.

„Thank you, (Y/N)“, he said, whilst J was growling behind me, because I wasn’t paying attention to him.

„Merry Christmas, Frosty“, I said.

„Would you please now do us a favor and leave“, J said waving with his new jackknife in his right hand.

„Yes, boss“, Frost said now with his usual stoic face and left as soon as he came.

„And you come here“, J growled.

I smiled and sat on his lap again, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him wildly.

He purred into the kiss as his strong hands slid under the white dress I was wearing, pulling seductivly on my panties.

„What are you doing?“, I giggled as his fingers made their way to my already wet pussy.

„You never heard of Christmas punishment?“, he growled, making me moan under his kiss and his touch.

„J!“, I squeaked after he slapped my ass.

He cackled now kissing his way down my neck, leaving bruises there to let everyone know to whom I belong now.

„You’re mine, remember that. All mine.“

Looking him in the eyes I rested my head on his shoulder, kissing the crook of his neck.

„Merry Christmas, J.“

„Merry Christmas, kitten.“


(All rights to this amazing gif belong to the lovely @ask-mistah-j I wish you a Merry Christmas as well, hun. <3)

Daddy Minseok ((301 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL))

Okay, so, for the first part of my ‘301 Followers Special’, it’s Daddy Minseok!!! I apologise for all the weirdness. Its not really good, right? Should I rewrite it?  T.T 

Minseok stuck himself close to the wall and peeked over the corner, watching his wife, in the kitchen, preparing for dinner. A cheeky smile found its way up to his face when his wife lifted her head to his direction, making eye contact with him.

“What are you doing, Minseok?” She asked, laughing. Minseok huffed and walked towards her, leaving his hiding place.

“Spying on my beautiful wife.” Minseok said as he stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She laughed and tried to wiggle away from him.

“Stop it, Minseok. I’m trying to cook here.” Minseok stubbornly refused, shaking his head and he shoved his face into the crook of her neck. He peppered her neck with little kisses, causing her to giggle. Minseok couldn’t help but to smile too. It was nice to hear her giggles.

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Countdown to Winter Holidays: Day 16 (Jungkook)

[Day 1], [Day 2], [Day 3], [Day 4], [Day 5], [Day 6], [Day 7], [Day 8],[Day 9] [Day 10] [Day 11] [Day 12] [Day 13] [Day 14] [Day 15]

I had so much fun with this one! This one includes all of Bangtan, by the way ;u; Happy Holidays everyone, this is the last countdown scenario!

- Admin Audrey

Based off of the song: Mistletoe by Justin Bieber

Originally posted by jungkooksleigh

He tapped the tip of his pen against his chin and stared off into the fire, distracted not by the heat of the crackling flames - he heard Jimin-hyung call someone to put it out, Santa will be burned! - and not by the voices of his brothers around him, but by the emptiness he felt as he wrote out his wishlist to Mr. Clause. More time with my family, his eyes reread, more time with my other family. And he had one final wish, four more words, permanently branded on the walls of his thoughts, but he didn’t know how to write them down. He continued to drum out a beat against his skin, eyes dull despite the brightness and warmth of the fire. But this was not the warmth he wanted to feel.

“Jungkook-ah, wake up!” The maknae jolted at his elder’s order. He glanced up to find Hoseok hovering above him, hands firmly planted on his shoulders as he gently shook his younger from his musing. “Did you finish your wishlist?”

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Klaine Advent: 12.09 Imprint

657 words (AO3)

“Honey… mmm… that's… oh god. That's—shit. Blaine.” Kurt was trying, he was. It was 3—he peeked over Blaine’s shoulder to the DVR clock and gasped, pushing Blaine and his warm wet mouth off of his own neck. “It is 3:28 am!”

“Uh-huh.” Blaine went right back to work, pressing soft then firm kisses along the column of Kurt’s neck. He nipped gently at Kurt’s ear lobe and growled a laughing, “Santa’s coming.”

“Mmm-hmmm. He is and—” Kurt gasped again and pushed Blaine away again. “You did not just say that.”

Blaine sighed, took Kurt’s hand and tugged him to sit on the floor, the wealth of their love, their family spilling out from under the tree in the form of perfectly wrapped and placed presents, including the reason they were still up at 3:30 am.

Claire’s shiny brand new bicycle. Without training wheels because like everything else, she can do it herself. She can. Most of the time.

Kurt’s protests silenced as they settled there, the golden lights from the tree bathing them in a calm that belied the late hour. The early hour. The truth that in no more than four hours, all of this would be a pile of chaos and squeals and “when do we get to eat the cinnamon rolls, Papa?”

Kurt looked at his husband, at the joy of the season reflecting in his eyes, the love that seemed to wash over them anew with the music, the food, the parties and the total recreating of their home as they pushed away the worries of the world for just a few days. And this in particular—it was theirs, every year since their first when it was spent breathing their desires into the phone as their own fists worked to find some relief, some relief from the loneliness of being so far apart and stuck in their respective childhood beds.

“Merry Christmas, Kurt.”

Kurt simply smiled, as if his mind met Blaine in the same place of memory. He leaned in for a kiss that in no time, and with every full intention, turned heated and desperate. Clothes flew and hands traveled, mouths mumbling incoherent wishes and gratitude until it stilled for just that brief moment as Kurt sunk his mouth onto Blaine. They slowed then, drawing out the pleasure, wallowing in these last moments of quiet and solitude and Merry Christmas.

Kurt ran his hands down Blaine’s thighs, moaning as Blaine folded them to himself, more, please, your mouth, everywhere.

With one more caress, Kurt pulled up, and worked his mouth around to Blaine’s left thigh, squinting in the dark to try to see what he was feeling underneath his fingers. “Honey… ”

“What? Why’d you—” Blaine hiked up onto his elbows and hissed as Kurt pressed a kiss to the patch of skin in question. “Ow?”

“Is that—” Kurt rubbed his fingers along the skin and laughed, kissing all around the blemished flesh. “Bicycle chain. You really take this Santa thing seriously.”

Blaine felt the spot and laughed, the distinct curve and shape of Claire’s bike chain imprinted into his thigh. “You know I do.” He gently coaxed Kurt’s head back to where it had been, giving Blaine the merriest of… holiday wishes.

But Kurt was too busy cooing and laughing and laughing some more because the truth was Blaine hadn’t even allowed Kurt to help much, determined to make his daughter’s one gift wish come perfectly true.

“Kurt… ”

“Hmmm?” Kurt lifted his head and looked at Blaine with a smile, his finger tracing the peculiar shape on Blaine’s thigh.

“We, um…” He rocked his hips up twice and smirked, his softening cock bobbing in the air. “Talked about Santa… coming? Maybe?”

“Maybe tonight?”

“That’d be… that’d be preferable.”

“Mmm… ” Kurt tenderly kissed the tip of Blaine’s cock, licked at the slit as Blaine gasped and fell back again. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

Dances With Wolves (M)

Two months after the events of the Nemeton, it’s safe to say that Beacon Hills has gone back to the small and quiet town it once was. No animal attacks or strange deaths. No creepy blind man or maniac teacher running about. For the first time in nearly a year, Stiles and his friends can go back to the lives of ordinary teenagers. (Despite half of them not being ordinary at all.) Christmas is coming, and the news of a winter school dance at the end of the semester leaves Isaac terrified and Stiles unbelievably dateless.

It’s funny how both their problems are solved by the same person.

A Very Merry Werewolfy Christmas (17287: T)

Derek Hale is home for Christmas. And by home he means New York City. Despite Cora’s pleads, he doesn’t want to go back to Beacon Hills to spend Christmas with the pack - especially Stiles (who he’s been avoiding every call). But tonight, Derek will receive four visits of people that will show him why he’s wrong in doing so. Changing not only Derek’s Christmas, but also his take on his life and his relationship with Stiles Stilinski.

Stocking Stuffer (9220: E)

The guy was dressed up like Santa - he even had the stupid hat on - and the only thing that was way worse than a crazy person robbing him while dressed up like Jolly Saint Nick, was that Jolly Saint Nick was devastatingly, mind-bogglingly, unfairly handsome and stubbled and firm-looking. Stiles was struck by a hard desire to run his hands over that velvet-clad, fit body, which was a decidedly unfortunate desire to have because the man was clearly stronger and more attractive and, more importantly, dressed up like Santa and burglarizing his house.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside (2791: G)

Beacon Hills has a snow storm. Totally-not-cuddling happens.

Red Against the Snow (34220: E)

Stiles is trapped for the holidays in the cabin of a strange man/hermit named Derek. A strangely friendly wolf befriends Stiles during his stay. It’s up to the teenager to find out why Derek has secluded himself from society, what the feelings he’s beginning to have means, and what the connection between the mysterious man and the mysterious black wolf is.

Gingerbread (16572: T)

Stiles is offered a Christmas wish, and there’s only one thing he can think of to wish for.

Under the Mistletoe (2660: T)

With each of his friends paired up with someone, Stiles decides it’s time he goes after the one person he wants and what better way to do that than trick Derek into standing under mistletoe with him? Stiles thinks his plan is going to blow up in his face but it has a different outcome than what he - or anyone else - ever expected.

Cookie Cutter Christmas (3279: T)

The silence between them was comfortable, the only sound coming from either of them were their soft breaths and the slight scrapes of them working side by side at the counter.

At least until Stiles felt the need to break up the monotony a little. By pelting Derek in the side of the face with a small bit of left over dough.

“Stiles,” Derek growled.

Secret Santa (10866: T)

Stiles was all odd angles and squirming. He shoved words into spaces where they shouldn’t go. He stood his ground when he should have run. He helped and protected Derek and the pack without ever asking for anything in return. Derek found himself wanting a lot of things from Stiles that he hadn’t allowed himself to want from anyone in a long time, which made Stiles feel like a cliff that he was in danger of leaping off of.

‘Tis the Season Baristas Fear the Most (5470: T)

Scott is hands down the worst barista Derek has ever hired. But it’s Christmas and apparently that means something to some people.

12 Days of Hale Publishing (7533: G)

Something must have poked his Christmas Spirit. It might be the way Hale was watching the proceedings with a scowl on his face, unable to hide what was clear derision. Earlier, his eyes had lifted when Stiles entered the work pen with the presents, and Stiles had been under the impression he had been vaguely pleased. The only thing Stiles could think of that would make someone such a gloomy grump was not getting a gift.

I and this mystery- Here we stand (3916: G)

“Wait, what?” Stiles squawks. “I have to be the Elf?” or The One With Derek In A Santa costume.

Don we now our Fake Boyfriends (14575: T)

“What happened to your sweet Camaro?” Stiles asked.

“His sister borrowed it,” Erica said cheerfully. “Drove to Lake Tahoe for the holidays and left him here without transportation and fending for himself.”

This was… perfect, actually. Stiles needed a fake date and Derek needed a drive. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll drive you to and from the party and in return I get to tell Mrs. Gordon you’re my date.”

“Fine.” Derek nodded.

Yes! Stiles had a fake date to the Holiday Party!

Merry December (7765: T)

Stiles is determined to infect Derek with the festive spirit; if only so Christmas is one less thing for Derek to feel guilty about.

All I Want for Christmas is a Family (9541: T)

Derek is being a total Scrooge about attending the pack Christmas dinner and Stiles really doesn’t agree with that at all. The night before Christmas Eve Derek gets a visit from Laura who intends to show him his past, present, and future in hopes of getting him to change his ways.

"quirky little ska band down in Santa Cruz"

This is for wearethecyclones as a much-belated birthday present and thank-you for producing one of the best pieces of writing I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing, Play Crack the Sky. We’ve talked about how PCtS!verse Stiles has a thing for discovering other acts, new talent, etc, so I picked up some stuff she mentioned and ran with it. *sheepishly rubs back of neck* ANYWAY SO HERE’S A THING.

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Stiles first hears of Shack Pack on an unseasonably warm night in February when he’s vid-bingeing Sublime covers, looking for ideas while they’re finishing Annuals. “Summertime cover by Shack Pack” has been popping up in the Suggested Videos sidebar for the last few clicks, and the thumbnail is a cool-looking foursome wearing aviators, so he clicks. And it’s a ska band. Slightly punk, more Latin, with the girl on vocals and tenor sax. Stiles sits up from his slouch.

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Christmas with the Family. *request*

Zayn: “This is crazy!” I sigh, putting my hands as a shield from my face. “What is?” Trisha must have heard me talking to myself (like always). “Cooking, everything is so unorganized, I should’ve been more prepared.” I shake my head. “Hey, don’t let yourself down that fast! You just need some help,” She rinsed her hands, drying them with a towel. “That’s why I’m here. Too help you,” She says, giving my forehead a light peck. “Thanks, but you really-” “Nonsense! I love to bake!” She proclaims, as she takes the roller from my hands, spreading out some more flour. “Baking takes time, and a lot of patience, it’s not as easy as some people think.” I give a small smile. We both worked together, getting the cooking done. “All we have to do now is glaze the ham!” We clapped our hands together in victory. I got out the tool you use, and went around the whole ham, glazing it in a sweet honey flavor. Mine and Zayn’s family sat down around the table. “Y/N is an amazing cook, you’re lucky you have someone like her.” Trisha commented, making Zayn blush and grin. “Yes, I am.” He leaned over giving my cheek a peck. “So are you, thanks for helping me out,” “Oh, it’s no problem, love.” She smiled. “Christmas dinner was delicious as always.” My Dad said, as I got up too put the plates in the dishwasher. “Yeah.” I replied, Zayn put his arms around my waist. “I think this is our best Christmas yet.” Zayn said, giving me a loving kiss. “I totally agree.”

Liam: “It’s snowing! Wake up!” Our daughter yelled, nudging Liam. He laughed, sitting up in bed. “It’s Christmas morning and all you care about is the white fluff on the grass?” Liam joked, tickling her. She laughed loudly, “C'mon, we have to see if Santa ate the cookies!” She took Liam’s hand, while I sat up, rubbing my eyes while smiling. “C'mon, Mommy!” Taylor shouted. I heard Liam telling her some words. I saw him and her waiting on the stairs for me. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” Liam led me and Taylor down the stairs. Liam (faking) gasped, watching Taylor’s face light up. “Santa came! Santa came, mama! look!” She pointed to the huge pile of neatly wrapped gifts. “Wow! You must have been really good this year!” “More good than last year!” Liam smiled at me, which I returned. “And Taylor look, he ate all the cookies!” Liam said showing Taylor a plate full of crumbs, and half full glass of milk. “And Dasher ate the carrots!” “Yes, he did.” Taylor ran over to her pile. “Can I open them?” Me and Liam laughed. “Yes, baby girl, you can open them.” She ripped open the gift, smiling brightly. “What is it?” Liam questioned, even though he already knew. “It’s a VTech, with a purple sparkle case!” “Yeah! Do you like it?” I asked. “I love it!” Thank God. I looked everywhere for that damn kids tablet, and if she didn’t like it there was no way I was taking it back. She opened some other gifts, saying ‘Cool’, or 'Just what I always wanted’ I cuddled up to Liam, while he put his arm around me, rubbing my arm. “I love you, so much. Christmas wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you.” I rolled my eyes. “Thanks, you helped a lot too. I love you,” I spoke giving him a kiss.

Louis: “Babe?” Louis whispered. “Huh?” I groggily replied, rubbing my eyes. “We’re here,” He smiled, unbuckling my seatbelt, lifting me into his arms. Louis rung the doorbell to my parents house, while I closed my eyes again. I heard the door sweep across the floor, as the door opened. “There they are!” My Dad shouted bringing Louis into a side hug. Louis gently placed me on the couch, draping a blanket over me, kissing my forehead. A little while later, I woke up in my old bed, with Louis cuddled up next too me. “Merry Christmas.” He whispered, which was so unlike him. “Merry Christmas.” I replied, kissing him. We made our way out to the living room, where three gifts were sitting. We greeted my parents, and my dad turned on some Christmas music. “Well? Are you going to open them?” My Mom asked, a smile spread across her face. “Oh, yeah, right.” I picked up the first box, unwrapping it, and it happened to be new boots. “Alright! These are so cute! Thanks!” I set them aside. Louis opened his, which happened to be a new a nice looking tux. My parents opened their gifts, which they loved. I had asked Louis to do the shopping, so I was hoping the gifts weren’t jokes, like he did to me last year. “You have to open that big one together, but be careful!” My Mom warned, and me and Louis started tearing the paper, once the candy cane designed paper was all off, Louis opened the box. “A puppy!” I said, taking him out of the box. He was baby husky, and he was so pretty! “What should we name him?” Louis asked, petting his soft fur. “What about- Poncho?” We all laughed. “Poncho the puppy. I love it!” Poncho played around, as we ate dinner. Everyone seemed to be enjoying this Christmas, especially Poncho!

Niall: “C'mon, babe.” I took my four year old son’s hand, helping him get into his seat on the plane. It was nearly 6:24 A.M. Christmas morning and since Niall couldn’t make it home because of tour, I made arrangements to surprise him. I settled in next to him, taking his hand. “Ready to see daddy?” I asked, laying my head back against the seat. He nodded, smiling. “Good.” Once we got off the 3 hour flight, which to my surprise, he slept the whole time. I got our luggage, waiting for a shuttle. “Momma?” I looked down, he held his hands up, and I picked him up, getting his blanket out of the carry on bag, and wrapped it around him. He lay his head on my shoulder, presumably falling back asleep. We made it too where One Direction was going to perform tonight. It was crazy that he still had to perform on Christmas, but whatever. “Where we going?” he asked in his four year old voice. “To see daddy, and your uncles.” I stated, climbing out of the car, “Rie now?” I giggled. “Yes, baby.” “YAY!” He screamed, jumping in my arms. “But we have to be quiet, we can’t let him know, okay?” I held out my pinky, and his small one wrapped around mine. I called Lou, and she came outside, helping us in the building. “The stage is that way, have fun!” Me and Caleb made our way to the stage, as I put earplugs in his ears for protection. “Look! There’s Daddy- go say hi!” Caleb ran more fast than ever to get to Niall. I tugged on his legs, and Niall looked down confused. “Hi buddy!” Niall said surprised picking him up. “I missed you!” Caleb said, hugging him. “I missed you, too.” I walked out on stage, and Niall’s cheeks turned pink. “I love you both so much!” He said, hugging us all. “We did too!” The rest of the band joined the hug, while the crowd awed. “Merry Christmas!” Liam told us. “Yeah, glad you could make it!” “How did you even get here?” Niall asked. “Christmas magic!” Caleb shouted, clapping his hands. “Christmas magic.” I confirmed.

Harry: My aunt had invited me and Harry to spend Christmas with them and the rest of my cousins. So here I was, sitting on a sofa, curled up in a blanket watch Harry play with my little cousins, with the new toys they had received. Harry absolutely loved the kids, it was so interesting to see the way he talked and played to them. He caught my gaze, giving me a wink. I rolled my eyes playfully, blowing him a kiss. He acted like he caught it bringing it up to his lips, kissing them. “He’s a sweet boy.” My aunt told me, hugging me. “Yeah, he is really handsome.” I felt my cheeks getting hot, already knowing they were red. “Aw! You’re blushing, you must really love him a lot!” She said half joking, half serious. All I did was nod, looking back at Harry. After we ate dinner, me and Harry were just talking, having some apple juice. “Look where you’re standing!” My younger cousin- age five in a half, as she likes to announce when you first meet her, spoke. “What?” I looked over to the other one that was standing right beside her pointing up, smiling like mad. Me and Harry looked up, to where we were standing right under the mistletoe. Harry laughed, his hands cupping my cheeks (like always) and kissed me, long and lovingly. The kids were cheering, and clapping. We pulled apart. “I love you.” Harry stated, kissing me one more time. “I love you, too.”
To this day- even from 60 years ago, that same picture of me and Harry kissing under the mistletoe still hangs in our flat, and our love has only gotten stronger since.

A/N Sorry this one is a little late. But hey- It’s still nice to read! Thanks for your patience, love you more than anything!