gimme the present of all your love

Kim’s Birthday Challenge!

My birthday is next weekend! To celebrate, I have a SHIPPING challenge for y’all!

The rules are incredibly simple:

1. Write a fic- ships only! The only ship I don’t read is Sam x Lucifer. Can be literally any other SPN ship (poly is cool, too). I read all genres, so gimme the fluff and the angst, but we all know smut is my favorite.

2. The theme is music. Base your fic off a song, have them singing karaoke, put music on in the background of a smutty scene. Just include music in some way.

3. Post your fic. No need to sign up, no need to tell me anything in advance. Just post the fic and tag me in it, as well as #kimsbirthdaychallenge.

4. There’s no due date! Just, you know, before my next birthday :)

Basically, this is just a selfish birthday present to myself, because I love all of you and the wonderful ships you write. I’ll start a masterlist and add to it as people post.

Stress free and easy, I hope! Let me know if you have any questions :)

A/N: this prompt is A++++++++++

Brooklyn had been a valentine’s gift from Tony to Steve during their 3rd year together. 

Tony had woken up Steve with a soft kiss and breakfast in bed, then he went away to get Steve’s present in the living room. Steve thought that maybe it was something fancy, maybe a new laptop or a phone or whatever it is Tony invented but then the box started barking. 

Steve might have cried when he opened the box and saw a golden retriever puppy with a bow wrapped around its neck.   

They got along swimmingly. 

And it wasn’t just Steve, Tony and Brooklyn adored each other. Steve’s heart practically melted to the floor when he saw them together on the couch, watching TV while Tony pets Brooklyn’s head that was on his lap or when Tony feeds Brooklyn his food when he thought Steve wasn’t looking. 

So naturally, when Tony’s birthday was coming, Steve had already started looking for the perfect dog for Tony. 

He thought long and hard about it, he wanted a dog that was relatively small (because Tony was small), he wanted to find a dog that wasn’t so active (because even though Tony adored Brooklyn he hated going for long walks), he probably wanted to find a dog that’s a bit feisty (like Tony), a dog that was high maintenance (again, like Tony). Steve could already imagine it. A dog that was small enough for Tony to carry, a dog that would love minimum exercise, a dog that would be small but confident, barking at strangers and bigger dogs but would be extremely gentle and loyal to Tony and a dog that was high maintenance because Steve could already imagine Tony grooming that dog and cooing at it like it was his firstborn. 

So he got a Pekingese named Manhattan. 

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Fic: Good Morning

trufflemores told me to write breakfast snuggles because she was hungry. Somehow I managed to make that happen.

~600 words, would be G if I didn’t curse a couple times.

Blaine tiptoed into the bedroom, carefully balancing the tray he was holding – burning himself on hot coffee wouldn’t really be a great way to start the day. He set the tray on his nightstand and plopped himself gently onto the bed, reaching out a hand to shake Kurt’s shoulder.

“Kuuuurt.”

“Mmmf.”

Kuuuurt.”

“No, s'early. Sleep,” Kurt muttered, curling into his pillow.

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How he wakes you up on Christmas morning

Mark: Opening one eye, you look around the room letting your eyes adjust before turning your head to the figure next to you. “Morning sleeping beauty,” he’d joke lightly. Pulling the covers up over your face, you groan knowing how bad your bed hair must be right now, especially when compared to Mr Prince Charming over there. “Ahh I was only kidding y/n,” he’d say tugging the covers down and nuzzling closer to you. Rubbing his nose against yours and pouting, you can’t resist but smile. You move closer to him still if possible, trying to get whatever warmth he was radiating. “Cold?” he’d ask before wrapping his strong arms around you and peppering your face, neck and shoulders with soft kisses until you started to blush pink. “Warmer?” You nod before he pulls the cocoon of covers off you completely as you whine in protest, squeezing your eyes closed. “Someone isn’t feel all too christmassy,” he laughs and your eyes fly open as one arm tucks under your legs and the other holds your waist, lifting you from the bed. Laughing, he twirls you around before burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Merry Christmas, y/n”

JB: Singing softly, his fingers trace light patterns over your skin, travelling from your arms to your collarbone to your face. “Oh gimme gimme gimme your love,” he sings as you blink your heavy eyelids open. Kissing your forehead, he smiles down at you before reaching over the side of the bed to reveal a golden box wrapped with a red ribbon. “Merry Christmas Jagiya,” he’d say, still quiet. Sitting up and rubbing your eyes, you take the present he’s handing out to you. Carefully untying the pretty ribbon, you open the box to find /your choice/. The /your choice/ that you’d been looking at and awing over for months. Surprise written all over your face, you admire the gift from every angle as you start to ramble your “thank you”’s and “you shouldn’t have”’s. The boy sat silent content with staring at you. “Why.. Why are you staring at me like that?” You ask cautiously. “I adore you,” he whispers, leaning forward to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks tinting red, you giggle and whisper back “you’re so corny.” “Oh admit it, you love it,” he smiles. “Maybe,” you say, smirking. Leaning closer, he lightly cups your cheeks and kisses you softly, slowly.

Jackson: A loud bang echoing through the room, your eyes fly open as you notice the sleeping form that is normally next to you, isn’t there. “Jackson?!” Hearing a groan from the floor at the foot of the bed, you crawl under the covers that you now realise are half on the floor. “… What the hell happened?” You say, looking at the scene before you: your boyfriend lying with his face smushed against the floor with the bed sheets tangled around his legs in every way possible. A smile cracked onto your face as you noticed the Santa hat in his hand. “I was trying to reach my hat but I didn’t want to get up and then…” His explanation cut off by the sound of you laughing loudly. “HEY!” He shouts in defence as you continue to laugh. “Your beautiful boyfriend is in pain over here!” he says, only making you laugh more. “Oh that’s it,” he mutters before two strong hands grab your waist, pulling you down to the floor. Accidentally landing on top of him, he grunts before smirking. “Oh well Merry Christmas to me.” Wiggling his eyebrows, you lightly hit his chest as he sits up, putting on his Santa hat. Pointing to his pouted lips, he adds “now how about a kiss?”

Jr:I really can’t stay.. but baby it’s cold outside! I’ve got to go away..” Music playing throughout the entire house, your eyes open to not only the sound, but a wonderful smell drifting from the kitchen. Sleepily walking into the kitchen, you find your boyfriend wearing a Christmas apron over pyjamas as he sang along to the song that filled the room. Noticing your presence, he turned and smiled at you as you giggled at the streak of flour on his cheek and his hair that was stuck up in random tufts. He put the bowl he was holding on the closest surface as he swayed over to you, grabbed your hand and sweetly twirled you around in a circle. “Your eyes are like starlight now..” he continues to sing as you curtsied. Tugging you closer until there is no space between you, he sings softly “mind if I move in closer?” Your cheeks tinted pink, he smiled as he pressed a kiss on the corner of your lips, “Merry Christmas y/n”

Youngjae: Hearing a range of noises coming from downstairs, you walked into the living room to find him sat on the floor encircled by wrapping paper, sellotape and scissors. Looking up at you, he’d be a mess as he tries to hide what he was doing. “You forgot to wrap my present didn’t you?” Subtly trying to push your present behind his back, he’d smile awkwardly as you giggle at the image of him because the poor confused boy has sellotape stuck everywhere, including his cheek. You go to pull it off and as he flinches away confused, you grab the paper and your present (already knowing what it was because this boy isn’t discreet in the slightest). Wrapping it up before handing it to him, you let him put in under the tree. Pressing a soft kiss on his cheek and taking his hand, you lead him back to bed because it’s three in the morning. (However he would make you promise to act surprised when you open it before he let you sleep again!)

Bambam: feeling a soft prodding on your cheek, you turn your head towards your boyfriend as his eyes widen and a smile appears on his face. “Ah Jagiya you’re awake!” He’d lean over you and you can easily tell how excited he is by the sparkle in his eyes as he looks at you expectantly, hoping you would suggest going to open the presents right this very moment. “But I’m still sleepy,” you say teasing him and making a pouting face. “Oh…you can…just..go back to sleep then…sorry..” He’d say genuinely believing you, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Bam I was only kidd-” you wouldn’t even get to finish your sentence before the hyper boy pulls you from the covers and drags you towards the location of the presents.

Yugyeom: The warmth of his arms encircling your waist, your eyes flutter open to reveal the face of your boyfriend only centimetres from your own. Pressing a big kiss on your cheek (including the “MWAH” sound effect), he’d whisper “I’m sorry I didn’t know if I should wake you” Giggling, you tell him that it’s okay and within seconds he’s running down the stairs. After only a moment, you follow him to find him standing in the centre of the room holding a square box perfectly wrapped with a large red bow, a huge smile plastered on his face. Extending his arms to hand you the gift, you take it as you pass him a neatly wrapped hand sized box. Before you even get a chance to open your present, or him his, two long arms wrap around your waist as he buries his head into your shoulder. Caught off guard you almost topple over but he doesn’t let you fall. “What was that for?” Laughing you add, “you haven’t even opened the present yet!” “I’m just really glad you’re here noona.”

(first scenario! more will coming soon so please feel free to send us your requests! thank you!)