it's christmas over at my house

I have been waiting forever to share this with people who would appreciate it but I had to wait until they went public about it.

SO. On Christmas Eve my brother came over to celebrate Christmas with the family like he always does. My gift is a giant brown paper wrapped package tied with string. I opened it up and SUPRISE

The hard cover harry potter book collection. I have always wanted once since I was removed from my moms house and her boyfriend destroyed my old copies. So this was like, the greatest present ever because it was sooo expensive. So I open it up to bask in its glory when I notice the Chamber of Secrets is turned over. I just thought it was a packing mistake so I go to flip it over and a little blue sock falls out.

And by now I’m like WAIT.

and in the sock is a little note for me.

“We solemnly swear we were up to no good and because we managed to get into some mischief, it looks like you’re finally free to be the best aunt ever!”


I just wanted to share probably the BEST announcement ever with you guys. I am so happy and excited. I have nicknamed it “Dobby” because they are waiting to find out the gender until it’s born. 

au ideas
  • “you’re my roommate and the only one on campus who isn’t planning on going home for christmas bc you have family troubles but my mom wouldn’t mind if u stayed with us for christmas so u won’t be alone” au
  • “i only realized i was in love with u after u died and like 3 yrs later u come back as a fuckin angel or some shit and oh god you’re even cuter than i remember and i missed you like hell pls marry me” au
  • “i’m paranoid as hell and i think my house is haunted so i called over a paranormal investigator and oh no you’re really hot?? also it looks like my house really is haunted and its serious so i guess we’re gonna have to spend more time together until we figure out how to deal with this” au
  • “we live together and you have to film something for a project and the subject ur assigned is horror so u drag me to a haunted forest bc you want ur film to be THE BEST but it turns out there really is something lurking in the forest and we’re both terrified as hell and can’t find our way out” au
  • “i woke up in our dorm room in the dead of the night and u weren’t there and when u didn’t come back i got super worried so i wandered around campus until i found u shivering in the bleachers, and u looked really upset so i gave u my jacket and stayed out there with u for an hour until u finally told me what was wrong” au
  • “i have an awful fear of fireworks so on the fourth of july we stay in our dorm room while u strum ur guitar and try everything u can to calm me down” au
  • “you’re having a nightmare and i feel bad because you’re trembling and crying so i crawl into bed with u and hold u so u feel safe, but in the morning u wake up with my arms wrapped around u you’re really confused and embarrassed” au
  • “i’m a siren and you’re a pirate but i decide not to kill u because you’re actually really really REALLY cute oh shit” au
  • “you’re blind and at the airport and you’re really stressed out, hey it turns out we have the same flight, how about u just hold my hand and i can be your eyes, mostly because i feel bad but also because you’re super cute” au
  • “u walked in on me while i was playing a horror game and i screamed out of sheer terror bc i thought u were a monster coming to steal my soul and now ur laughing and i would be mad but your laugh is really, really cute” au
  • “you kissed me in an attempt to steal my wallet but i know all the tricks haha sucks for u, let’s get coffee sometime and i can teach you some goddamn manners” au
  • “i have to kiss u for spin the bottle/truth or dare and it turns out you’re an amazing kisser and now i’m hella attracted to u, wanna get dinner sometime? maybe make out a bit?” au
  • “you’re a lesser-known artist and i’m hanging out at a small art studio in the city and you catch me staring in awe at your work” au
  • “you’re my patient and i’m trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with you but it’s hard to do that when you’re flirting with me, seriously dude i’m not gonna be able to diagnose you as easily when you’re telling me how my labcoat complements my eyes jfc” au
  • “you caught some guy trying to drug my drink at the bar so u punched him and now we’re at my place where i’m cleaning the blood off your face and endlessly thanking you” au
  • “we’re stuck in a convenience store because there’s a huge-ass storm and you’re freaking the fuck out because you’re terrified so i guess since i’m your best friend i’ll just sit with you in this aisle and sing to you to try and calm you down” au
  • “i literally took a bullet for you and now you owe me big time” au
  • “we’re at a mutual friend’s wedding on a ferry so after the initial wedding we’re stuck at the afterparty until we get back to shore, and since we both despise huge crowds we just sorta hang around each other and one thing leads to another and we wake up in the same bed” au
cute sapphic winter things

• when her cheeks get all red from the cold
• big cuddly jumpers and swapping them with her
• when u can see ur breath and it’s all around her like a halo ??
• ice skating !! especially if ur both clumsy and fall over and laugh a lot and then just drink hot chocolate and watch the people who are good at ice skating and make up stories about their life in a snow circus to explain how they can stand up on those lil knife boots
• when she’s cold so u give her ur coat and ur cold but she looks cute so it’s 10000000000000% worth it
• christmas coffee dates and getting silly names on ur cup and warming one hand on the festive takeaway mug and one hand in hers
• u both have cold hands but only one of u has mittens so u have a mitten each and hold hands,,,,, for warmth
• snow !!!!!! making pretty snow angels and saying look it’s u and making a really bad snowman and saying look it’s u and having snowball fights and
• christmas is great u could call her on christmas day and open ur presents together over facetime
• ridiculous seasonal nicknames that get out of hand and become really competitive “hey snow angel sugar plum fairy gingerbread house christmas tree”
• matching ugly christmas jumpers oh my god
• there are so many possibilities,, enjoy being sapphic this season

Castiel’s palms are sweating so profusely, he’s ninety-five percent sure he’s going to sweat through his mittens and the wrapped gifts they’re clutching. He watches with wide eyes and a racing heart as Dean rings the doorbell and walks inside, tugging him along by his coat sleeve.

“What if they hate me?”

“Won’t happen.”

“Mom? Dad? We’re home!”



“Unca Dean!”

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Jolyne: As a floridian, ofcourse I have to put lights up the palm tree

..Even though dad hated the idea of having decorations all over the house due to attracting attention, I think its better to look like an ordinary festive folk.

Jotaro: I’m more surprised on how fast you were able to put all those lights up around the house with your stand. 

Jolyne: You just gotta be festive enough to do it.

((Merry Christmas! Also thanks for 1000+ followers! I had this idea sitting in my wip folder for too long))

Phil x Reader - Phil's Overbearing Candle

I yawn and feel the air hit me as I wake up to roll over in Phil’s chest under the brightly colored duvet. To my disappointment, it seems he’s already gotten up and left me to fend for myself. London is already into it’s winter and you could feel the frost in the air, luckily the flat was heated. I groaned at the thought of having to get up and having to do actual things other than staying in bed. Turning over to my phone, the time reads 10:43 AM. I unplug my phone and get out of bed putting slippers on my feet. I stand up and instantly feel a flavor hit me. It’s insanely sweet so I scan the room but there’s no candle in sight. I scurry out to see what’s Phil up to and find him in the lounge. Luckily, he’s had his coffee already so I can speak without getting a grumpy sassy Phil.

“Why good morning y/n.” Phil greeted me looking up from his laptop, making me suspicious.
“Hi babe.” I sniff the air but I don’t even need to as it’s even more vibrant than earlier. What has he done? I sneak around to couch and want to see what Phil’s hiding behind those glasses. His face stays still but his eyes move around. The scent of something vanilla or just really sugary continues.
“Phil…” There’s already a slight tone of disapproval.
“Yes?” He doesn’t look at me.
“Did you light a candle?” I ask as the smell literally engulfs me.
“Maybe…” Phil pauses looking over the giant three wicker candle on the table. “Ok, yes. It’s Christmas vanilla shortbread cookies!” He says cheeringly, trying to distract me.
“Doesn’t it smell amazing?” Phil asks adorably in his Cookie Monster pajama pants.
“Philly! The whole house smells like a sweet overpowering vanilla cookie place!” I proclaim shaking my head with a slight giggle and groan.
“Correction, its Christmas shortbread.” He speaks like a toddler trying to get out of something as his black hair is ruffled around from getting up.

I roll my eyes and Phil gets up to bring the candle to me.
“There’s three wicks on this. Plus it’s giant! Why didn’t you just light one?” I ask after evaluating then Phil just shrugs his shoulders.
“I was sleepy.” He mumbles.
I have to stop myself from giggling.
“Phil, the whole place smells like it whenever I go I know how it smells already.” Phil laughs like a guilty little child before pulling me into a hug.
“I’m going to smell like sweet vanilla shortbread cookies all day now and it’s going to be stuck in our house for like 3 days.” I tell him as he pulls me over into his chest close.
“y/n?” He whispers closely and I yawn still waking up, “Hm?”
“Nothing smells or is as sweet as you.” Phil grins knowing exactly what he’s doing making that pun.
I cringe but also admire the cuteness of him, “Shush.” Long story short, don’t trust Phil with candles because the flat ended up smelling like that for a week.

Don’t need mistletoe to kiss you

I finally finished a gift for @delta-roseblr for @pjosecretsanta2016
It’s not as long and as good as I wanted it to be, but I’ve been working hard on it and although I write a lot, it’s the first fanfiction I’ve ever posted online! I hope you enjoy it! Merry Christmas! <3

Don’t need mistletoe to kiss you 
Pairing: Solangelo
Words count: 2274

Someone opened the door.
The mid-light crept into the cabin, falling on the back of Nico’s head. His messy dark hair was sticking in a lot of different directions, giving away the fact that he was asleep just a second ago. He let out a tired groan, covering his head with a pillow as soon as he felt sunlight on his face. What time was it? Why was anyone bothering him so early in the morning?

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So I was walking outside today - because at some point the food ends and I gotta leave my house even though its still to cold to be happy outside - and after making my way downtown I saw that some stores are already getting ready for easter time and… seriously? how insane can people be about this kind of thing? Its like when people start decorating for Christmas as soon as Halloween is over. No wonder why we are getting older fater lately, people are always making it look like time is going by faster.

Snowfall All Year (Pt. 1)

A/N: I missed Christmas by like 15 minutes, so let’s say I didn’t miss it. Okay, so I got a new laptop,, meaning I may just get to post more seeing as I’m writing more. I was thinking of doing a Latina!reader series of fics/drabbles seeing as I am Mexican-American. Idk let me know what y’all think?

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Word Count: 3,993

Originally posted by daeguboy

Summary: He loved you so much, he couldn’t say it, but he couldn’t just let you slip away, so he used you for company. Halfway to his psychology degree, he lost you, but a white lie brings you back to your childhood friend, first love, and first heart break.

You could never understand what was so beautiful about the snow, it was honestly glorified rain. You had never cared for the snow, nor did you hate it, it was just there. No matter how fleeting though, you wished he loved you like he did the snow.


You stretched to find Namjoon sat upright, sheets fallen to his waist, looking out the window. Dawn’s light was shining on him, and you were mesmerized. He looked like a Hellenistic art piece while you were a mere onlooker, the best you could get was beneath him.

“Namjoon?” You spoke sleepily as his face remained unfazed, transfixed by the white Christmas before him.

“It’s snowing,” He simply stated, voice wiped of any grogginess, “Beautiful, isn’t it?” He mused, not particularly caring of your opinion. He never did.


You glanced from the window to the time, 6:54 am, about time to go begin a 24-hour study session for your exams. Thankfully, the campus library was open 24 hours just about everyday, and you had picked the first snow day, meaning not many people would be there.

Reluctantly, you slipped from your year old sheets and slipped on a large white turtleneck over your jeans, casually adding white tennis shoes and a white beanie to the mix.

Your phone vibrated as you reached for your denim jacket mindlessly to help face the cold, “Hello?” You spoke, not looking at the contact name.

“Hey cutie, where are you headed on a Saturday?” Your friend, Sooyoung rang through the earpiece as you located your headphones, plugging them in.


“It’s closed, hang out with me,” She whined as you opened the door of your apartment, greeted by a harsh slap of the cold hitting your face.

Your face scrunched up at the sensation and the news. Why was it closed in the first place? You knew the first snow was special to people, but you didn’t expect it to be this special.

“Then I’ll go to Western Cafe,” You sighed, “Why is it closed? And how do you even know?”

“Beats me, I wanted to see if I could find someone to give me their notes for philosophy, but it was closed,” She mused, “I should probably just call Namjoon.”

“Yeah, he’s a really sweet guy,” You spoke sarcastically, “Last Christmas with him was by far the best.”

“You should’ve just flown home, I swear,” Her voice dripped with hints of guilt, “Christmas is tomorrow, are you going home this time?”

You scoffed, “To what? An empty house? My family has a habit of vacationing without notice, too risky.”

“Then let’s get you a nice fuck buddy to last you till then tonight,” She chirped.

You rolled your eyes, “No, I hate parties, and I told you yesterday I have to study,” You stated, crossing the street a few blocks over to the small coffee shop, “Even if you know how great I am at detachment with the no strings attached deal,” Sarcasm slithered its way into your voice once more.

“I know this time of year must kinda suck, but you can’t close yourself off,” She whined, “Namjoon did some pretty shitty stuff for a shitty amount of time, but don’t let that interfere with your life.”


“Do you even love anything?” You snapped wrapped up in sheets, but still unravelling each time his fingertips ghosted on your bare shoulder.

A sense of hope ebbed and flowed through you in vain, just like it did each time you asked this question, each time you got into these fights.

Namjoon was a psychology major and had noted that yelling is unproductive, and you bad noted how in love with him you were, so your fights were usually calm with a violent atmosphere.

His eyes only faced the window at your question, “I love the snow,” He simply stated, “I love myself enough to tell you that I don’t love you, not yet, probably not ever you know that, right?”

The room fell into a heavy silence, but he remained unfazed as your eyes cast down. You had been shot down before by him, but not like this, not this vulnerable. Your throat dried up as you desperately wished you could suck the words back into your mouth, but his response landed on your shoulders delicately but with an outstanding mass, just like snow. Over time, he would respond like this, and you would be fine, but each time it began to weigh on you more, until eventually, the foundation you built to love him snapped under his lack of connectivity.

You had no one to blame but yourself for the two years wasted trying to light a spark with an emotional dud.

“You know, I think I finally do,” You let out a humorless laugh as you slid into your clothes.

This sound made Namjoon turn to you, “Oh, did I hurt you? How unfortunate for you,” He mused as your eyes casted down again after you got dressed, “ Are you leaving? For how long this time?” His voice was sickly confident considering your history, “I hurt you a lot, don’t I?”

You nodded, “Almost as much as I love you, how funny,” You responded, grabbing your phone, “Maybe if I cry outside you’ll fall for my tears? Maybe you already have at this rate,” Your voice cracked, “Maybe I should love myself enough to never come back.”

His lips curled into a sickeningly beautiful smirk, “You can certainly try, it would be a sight to see,” He mused, “Loving yourself enough to become more than a pastime is a good goal, I applaud the declaration, but not the cycle of execution you have,” Your entire body sunk in embarrassment, he was right, “Maybe I’ll look in your eyes and you won’t smile one day, how interesting would that be? Did you ever imagine that, a time where you don’t love me?”

“You do,” You sadly confirmed,”I’ve thought about only you loving me for so long, I haven’t given myself time to, maybe I should give the execution of your fantasy a shot,” You confirmed, “Maybe I’ll love someone else someday, maybe even myself,” You almost giggled at the thought, “Goodbye Namjoon, Merry Christmas,” You began walking out.

“See you later,” He simply hollered as you left, letting your tears fall with the snow he adored so much.


You sighed, about to open the door to the shop, “I have to study until 7, at least, okay? Then I’ll hold your keys for 5 hours and sip a soda.”

Her squeal was shrill, but still gratifying, “Okay cool see you at the Alpha Delta house!” You rolled your eyes as she hung up, opening the door to the cafe, ordering your usual drink and setting up your study space in a secluded corner.

Namjoon smiled as the snow touched the exposed areas of his skin while he approached his favorite coffee shop. He would often people watch there, and he couldn’t think of a better day to do so.

Upon ordering, he found that someone was sitting at his usual table. The barista that was utterly infatuated with him offered to move then, but he refused. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to sit somewhere else, but something snapped in him when he saw the face of the mystery person. Your face.

You were there.

You were just typing away, both you and him unaware of the way his heart sped at the sight of you watching cram videos while you studied weeks in advance and sipped your drink. He wanted to be annoyed by you taking his seat, but he determined that is like being angry at the universe for prioritizing Starry Night over himself.

Namjoon’s lips unknowingly twitched upwards for a split second as he watched you chew your lip while you were consumed with studying. He hadn’t properly seen your face in over a year with the campus being so large and your classes differing.

You had changed your hair and developed your own individual sense of style. You had become your own person instead of his fangirl, but he wasn’t quite ready to input that into his mental file he unknowingly had of you. He found himself staring for quite a while before deciding to sit.

A few hours in, you were nose deep into your laptop as someone approached you, a vaguely familiar voice requesting to sit in the chair in front of you. Your headphones were in, so it was a bit muffled, but it was comprehensive. Too lazy to look up, you assumed the other seats were taken and just nodded mindlessly. The person’s face was blocked by your laptop screen, thankful you could avoid awkward eye contact.

Eventually, your break alarm vibrated your phone and you turned it off, beginning a 15 minute break. You sighed, laying your head on the table, looking at the snow pile up.

“Are you studying so that you don’t have to bring your books home?” The presumed male asked.

“I’m not going home, but I have the day off and nothing better to do, “ You participated in the mindless small talk, “Why are you here?”

“I like watching the snow from here,” The person mused, “Stunning, no?”

“It seems I identify with the snow in certain aspects, so no, not at all,” You deadpanned.

“Psych major?” You cringed at the question.

“Had a fling with one,” You responded, “Plus I take a psych class,” You chuckled a bit, “Incorporation of self deprecation is also a specialty of mine, even in small talk with strangers.”

“Are we strangers now?” The man spoke, “I suppose that’s accurate.”

Your eyebrows knitted together as you lifted your head to be face to face with a now dirty blonde, still adonis, Namjoon. He smirked a bit, but it faltered as you stared at him. He noticed the way your lips formed a frown, going the opposite way they used to, “Hello, y/n.”

The day he so fantasised about finally came.

Any sense of light in your eyes replaced by his image in your pupils. Any hint of a smile wiped by the subconscious cringe you exhibited.

He now realized his fantasy was no more than a melancholic nightmare he crafted with the first words you said to him in your reunion.

“Eat a dick,” You snapped, now noticing the empty seats and tables surrounding you.

He blinked in surprise. You had rarely been so crude, especially to him. He noted the change in tone and vocabulary you developed since that last time he saw you, last Christmas.

“One year and my greetings are mindless insults now? What development,” He scoffed, eager to see your reaction. Part of him wanted to see you breakdown, but many parts than he could admit wished to see your smile as you looked at him once more.

Instead, you frowned, “What do you want?” You asked incredulously, “What could I possible have to offer a douchebag of your royal caliber?” You huffed.

“It’s neat how your personality switches like that to me,” He observed, “Defense mechanism?”

His heart subconsciously tightened as the harsh words hit your face, but this was the only way he could get you to talk to him. He felt like an elementary school boy.

“Yes, I get angry after seeing someone that once hurt me, what a revelation you got there,” You seethed, “Wanna over analyze my blinking to feed your ego some more?”

“You’re such a child,” He stated, slightly annoyed at the fact that your reunion had minimal impact on you.

You could swear he could hear your heart pounding out of your chest. You blamed it on his beauty, because despite how much he infuriated you, he was still a work of art.

“You’re such a prick,” You snapped back.

His face curled into a smirk as you prepared yourself for the icy words he would throw at you, “Tell me, have you become promiscuous?” You learned your cheek on your right hand as your eyebrow quirked, “I want to see if my hypothesis was right.”

“That in my heart numbing pain, I’d cling to anything that would make me feel?” He nodded and your entire face scrunched in absolute disgust while he reveled in a reaction from you, “Oh yeah, I suck dick, fuck dick, eat dick all damn day,” You retorted sarcastically, “I’m actually conversing with one right now, amazing I know.”

His smirk fell as he felt the final blow of your icy words strike his walls, crumbling them, “You were never this snippy towards me.”

“I was an exceptional idiot back then,” You remarked, “Now what do you want? I’m busy,” You clipped, starting to type again.

“I can’t check in on an old friend?” His smirk was alive again as your typing ceased, fingers stilled.


“Go away!” You shouted, a smile permeating on your face as Namjoon simply shook his head, looking up at you from the window, “It’s just another day!”

“Nonsense!” He shouted in response from your front yard, “It’s your 17th birthday, and I refuse to let you spend it alone!” You giggled as he pouted while holding balloons and wearing a party hat, trying to hold the massive cake steady, “What kind of sad excuse of a best friend would I be if I did?”

You sighed, “I have to stu-”

“Study tomorrow!” He simply hollered back with his dimpled smile following suit.

After a few hours of eating cake and watching movies, you looked at your phone to see your parent’s picture of their scenery from their hotel out of town and sighed at the thoughts in your head. You had been working up the courage to ask this question you grasped onto anything to preoccupy you, until you let your mouth open, “Namjoon, you’ve had sex, right?” You immediately covered your mouth as he looked at you, swallowing hard.

“We’ve been friends for 13 years, you know I have, why?” He questioned.

“I…I just want to get it over with, you know? I’m not exactly pretty and I don’t want to not ever… and I was… nevermind this is ridi-” You were cut off by a kiss from Namjoon.


“Fuck off, our friendship ended a long ass time ago,” You rolled your eyes, “I’m not the kind of ‘old friend’ you check up on, I’m the kind that you see in passing, but only think, ‘Wow, I sure fucked up with them,’ not come and bother me.” You snapped, “I don’t what you want Namjoon, but I know I’m not giving it to you-”

“Not anymore? What a shame,” He sighed, looking at the snow again.

“Is there a point to this-”

“We need to talk,” He spoke almost ominously.

You paused, your eyebrows scrunching together at you stared at his now serious face, “Why? Are you pregnant?” You moderately joked but he stayed straight faced.

His phone buzzed and he sighed, “Not quite, no,” He replied, “Look, I gotta head to my weekend class, so can we talk tonight?”

“Namjoon, what-”

“Okay see you then,” With that, he was gone, and you could finally breathe again.


There something amazingly beautiful about the way you cried. Your head casted down, hair shielding your face the best it could as light sobbing sound emitted from your beautiful lips. All Namjoon could do was watch in pity with sprinkles of pure awe. You were so beautiful. Each tear fell so delicately, emulating the snow outside your parent’s house. You were sat on moving boxes for your new place and were slouched down into a vulnerable sit with your hands press against the box under you.

“Y/n, I thought you said you wouldn’t cry,” Namjoon sighed, “It’s just a little move,” He fumbled a makeshift comfort system together, because as beautiful you were, it still hurt to see you upset.

You only shook your head, “I’m not crying because I’m moving,” You sniffled, “I’m crying because I’m in love with you, Namjoon,” You sobbed.

“You can’t love anyone until you love yourself,” He simply replied.

You shook your head again, “Bullshit,” You spat, “I love you so much I can’t even focus on how much I utterly hate myself,” His heart stopped as you looked him in the eye.

It was a bittersweet confession, because Namjoon has been waiting for this for 10 years, but he didn’t wait for it to not lost. He wants you. He wants you forever, so he can’t have you now. Not until you both learn how to love yourselves, especially him.

With that conclusion, Namjoon nodded, “Let’s continue packing, shall we?”


As he was sitting on the couch in the middle of a busy party, Namjoon wondered where it all turned to shit. When did he start loving himself more than he thought to love you? When did his self-indulgence begin to destroy you? When did you finally begin to love yourself? Was it when you stopped loving him? Was it when he rejected your love but not your body? He was finally ready to love you, but you didn’t seem to love him anymore.

He sighed as his phone kept vibrating, his mother. He put his face in his hands in frustration. He had lied to her and your parents, and he needed you to help fix it.

“This seat taken?” A familiar sullen voice reached his ears, and he just shook his head, not bothering to see who.

You sat down, looking at Namjoon as your beloved friend took body shots, “So let’s hash this out now,” You spoke, “What did you need?” Namjoon looked up at you.

He studied your appearance. You were wearing a plain dress with fishnets and a coat. He took note of the makeup and gave you a once-over, “It’s snowing out there,” He stated.

“And I’m wearing fishnets, I know,” You sighed, “Now what is it?”

“I lied to our parents,” Namjoon blurted out and you blinked.

Namjoon was a lot of things to you. He was an asshole, prick, and all around fuckhead, but he was no liar.

He sighed as you remained gaping at him, “I really don’t want to go home for Christmas, since I like to study, but she wouldn’t take that excuse anymore, so I-” He heaved a large sigh, “I told her I wanted to spend time with my girlfriend, you,” He looked at you as your eyes flared up.

“What the fuck?!” You yelled, your voice falling on a majority of deaf ears to the pounding music, “Why-”

“And they told your parents,” He cut you off and you sighed heavily, “Who want to skype on Christmas day with us since they’ll be traveling.”

It wasn’t like you had any plans, but you were far from keen at the thought of spending it with him.

Nevertheless you sighed, “You’re such a fuckhole,” You grumble, “Fine, I’ll meet you at your dorm tomorrow morning, dumbass,”

You hated parties. You hated drinking. You did like dancing. Did you dance well? Who knows? All you knew was that the guy trying to bump uglies wasn’t too bad, so you went along with it for now.

Namjoon watched you with a sour look in his face. He had no right to feel so heated, he knew that, but that didn’t stop him from clenching his fists. All his life he protected you until you reached college. Then he ruined you, and now he’s watching his friend’s slimy hand roughly caress your sides, treating the art that was your body like silly putty.

The rando’s hands touched your hips and you closed your eyes as his breath hit your ear, “Did you want to g-”

The moment was short lived as Namjoon pulled him by the cuff of his collar, “Jiminie,” His gruff voice made your hairs stand as you turned to see a very attractive, now flustered, guy who looked small in comparison to the towering figure that was Namjoon who smiled condescendingly at the guy, “Why are you touching what isn’t yours?”

Jimin’s eyes widened, “Hyung? You have a-”

“No, he doesn’t,” You snapped, pouting.

Namjoon narrowed his eyes at Jimin, “Off limits,” He simply said as jimin’s eyes went wide in realization.

“Fuck off Nam-” You were cut off by a kiss from Namjoon.

A sloppy, possessive, and unbelievably unnecessary kiss.

Namjoon didn’t know how or why, but he knew that it was almost like a reflex.


“Y/n, stop pouting,” Namjoon spoke as you sat across from him in the university library while he studied, “You’re supposed to study too.

You huffed, deepening the unbelievably cute pout that made him bite back a smile, “Studying is stupid,” You whined, “It’s snowing out, let’s go do something,”

He sighed heavily, glancing at his books again, “Later,” He simply stated and a whine slipped from your mouth as you stared outside.

You were subconsciously pouting and his heart filled with warmth. Your fingers were tapping to a random beat as you leaned your chin on your other hand, watching the snow fall. Namjoon studied your features for what had to be the billionth time in adoration. Namjoon loved you, he knew that, but he couldn’t admit it yet. He deemed it best to build a better relationship between you and your self-esteem before you and him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to confess. All he wanted was to have you as his, love you as his, keep you as his.

He just couldn’t bring himself to say, “I love…” Namjoon was ripped from his thoughts as your eyes snapped to him with hope twinkling in your irises. He realized his vocalization and panicked, “The snow,” He finished off the sentence and you pouted again, only to have your bottom lip retreat as he kissed you like he usually loved to when you made that face.


Namjoon kept his lips mashed on yours until Jimin awkwardly slipped from sight and you managed to push him away, ignoring the ache in your heart as you did, “What is wrong with you?!” You shouted, “We talk once after a year and it’s suddenly okay to do this bullshit?”

Namjoon blinked, “I…I’m sorry, that was just a reflex,” He sighed and your heart jumped.

Despite that you scoffed, “Well it’s been a year so get that shit out of your muscle memory,” You snarled, pushing past him, “I need to go home-”

“Stay at my place,” He blurted and you turned to face him with your most perplexed face.

“Why on Earth-”

“7 a.m. Skype call, that’s why,” Namjoon’s smirk made a reappearance as you relented, following Namjoon to his car.

“You’re all over the place today,” You mused, buckling your seatbelt, “How unlike you.”

“Your aggression is unlike you,” He countered and you scoffed again, leaning your head against the window, closing your eyes as the cold glass cooled your forehead.


It was autumn now, and you still hadn’t called him, let alone even looked at him, but he looked at you. He longed for you. He was so close to being able to love you, but you were so far away now, and he had no one but himself to blame.

You were across the room of the party he was at, looking just as uninterested as you always did at places like this. You busied yourself with your phone, unaware of the staring Namjoon.

“I’d fuck her”  Namjoon turned to Jimin, who had just spoken to Jungkook.

“Me too, no doubt,” Jungkook agreed, “That quiet girl, right?” Jimin modded and Jungkook groaned, “Probably a freak.”

Namjoon usually dismissed their talk, but it was when he realized they were mentally defiling you, he could no longer stand it.

You couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief when you opened the door and stepped into the house, finally escaping from the freezing cold after being out for the entire day. Leaving your Christmas shopping a week before Christmas probably wasn’t the best idea, but at least you were finally done with it! 

“Harry?” You called out, immediately taking note of the fact that the entire house smelt of gingerbread cookies. As you turned to lock the door, you noticed the mistletoe hanging above the doorway. “Typical.” You murmured to yourself, a small smile playing at your features. Harry was probably busying himself with Christmas decorations while you were gone. As you continued to walk down the hall to the living room, that’s when you noticed it. Mistletoe was hanging on every doorway, above the bathroom door, the kitchen door, and somehow, Harry had managed to stick a couple up on the ceiling. 

“Want some hot chocolate? Your nose is all red, Rudolph.” Harry popped out from behind the kitchen door with a smile, walking over to you and handing you a mug of hot cocoa. “Threw in some cinnamon, jus’ how you like it.” He hummed, leaning down to give you a kiss. 

“Uh-huh, thank you.” You paused as you took a sip. “Explain to me why our house has mistletoe littered everywhere.” 

“I dunno wha’ you’re talkin’ about.” Harry’s eyes widened as he gave you an innocent smile and a shrug. “It’s Christmas!”

“I know, but anyone who comes into our house is going to think we’re crazy.” You teased, setting the mug down to take your coat and scarf off. Once again, Harry shrugged. “Can’t we just take down a couple? Kissing in front of the bathroom isn’t very romantic.” 

“Oi, you said you’d let me decorate the house as I pleased, so not another word outta yeh.” Harry scoffed, before pulling something out from behind his back. “Speaking of.. I had extra.” 

“More mistletoe?” You laughed lightly, watching as Harry hovered it over your head. “I kissed you already.” 

“Yeh have to kiss me again.” 

“My lips are chapped from the cold.” 

“I don’ mind.” 

“I do-” 

“If yeh don’ kiss me it means yeh hate Christmas, Y/N.” 

“…Alright, you dolt. C’mere.” 


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Under The Mistletoe~ Mark

I listened to this while writing. Hope you enjoy~

Originally posted by marktuon

Summary: Mark and [Y/N] decorate the house for Christmas.

Type: Fluff

Warnings: None

I sat the star on the tree and made sure it was straight, when I was sure, i stepped off the chair i was standing on. “Alright, turn on the lights Mark!” He reached over and flipped the switch. The tree lit up, and was very bright and colorful. “It looks great!” Mark smiled, and wrapped his hands around my waist.

“Now, its time to decorate everything else.” I suggested, he nodded and looked over to the big box of Christmas decor. “I’m going to put on Christmas music.” He ran over to the music player, and put in a CD. ‘All I Want For Christmas’ started playing.

We sang and danced to Christmas songs while changing out the fall decorations for winter ones. “I’m gonna start on dinner, you can finish putting the stockings up right?” He laughed and nodded, “Sure thing.”

I walked into the kitchen, and started to chop up the vegetables. He walked in once he was done and made some hot cocoa for us. He sat at the table with me and we chatted while sipping on our drinks.

I got up to go check on the soup, when mark snuck up behind me and pulled me into a back hug. “How long until its done? Im starving!” He groaned like a child. “It will be done soon.” I laughed, and continued stiring the soup. 

He walked away to somewhere while i focused on making dinner. “Mark, where’d you go?” I looked around, but didn’t see him anywhere. I turned around to see him looking at me from the doorway. “Did you call me?” “Yeah i was looking for you.” I walked towards him, but he didn’t move an inch.

“Not so fast, (Y/N). You know the tradition.” I looked up to see a mistletoe. I giggled and leaned in to kiss him. Our lips connected, and it felt like fireworks were going off.

“(Y/N), i love you so much. I’m so happy to be able to spend Christmas with you this year.” 

I smiled, “I love you too, Mark. I’m happy you’re here with me too.”

15 Animated Movies To Watch On Halloween:

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (1949)
It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (1966)
The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)
Scooby-Doo on Zombie Island (1998)
Monsters, Inc. (2001)
Corpse Bride (2005)
Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit (2005)
Pooh’s Heffalump Halloween Movie (2005)
Monster House (2006)
9 (2009)
Coraline (2009)
Hotel Transylvania (2012)
ParaNorman (2012)
Frankenweenie (2012)
Over the Garden Wall (2014)

Operation ‘Get Allen Walker Under The Mistletoe’ is a Go

Pairing: Lavi/Allen Walker

Setting: ModernAU, flatmates at University. Lavi really likes Allen and really wants to kiss his stupidly pretty face and thinks Mistletoe is the best way to go about it.

Word Count: 4,007

This is my dgmsecretsanta for tintes-sirds @biiblio. Hello! I hope you like this short fanfic you mentioned wanting mistletoe kisses and I hope this is okay. Have a very merry Christmas and a happy new year uwu Also you changed your url or something I think so I hope this is you let me know if its not!

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curtis gang christmas traditions!!!

for my secret santa and bc i don’t want to finish my essay lmao

- everyone sleeps over at the curtis house on christmas eve bc its the only place they all want to be 
- soda makes hot chocolate for everyone and then darry has to remake it bc soda doesn’t add enough milk and pony complains about getting a tummy ache EVERY YEAR 
- there’s a small tree right next to the tv and every year two-bit kicks it over by accident bc he “DIDN’T SEE IT”
- “ITS THERE EVERY YEAR!!!!”- soda
- darry tries to buy everyone a gift and every year he never expects anything yet pony always gets him a book, soda gets him a new sweater, and the rest of the gang pitches in to get him a hat or something
- dallas gets him a half bottle of whiskey bc he’s classy as fuck
- johnny always stays up until everyone is asleep and he always falls asleep with a smile on his face 
- on christmas morning steve hides the presents and two-bit tries to beat him up and pony has to remind them that tHEY’RE RUINING CHRISTMAS !!!!
- dallas is rlly quiet on christmas and no one knows why 
- he’s usually thinking about how every year mr and mrs curtis would get him something and he never got the chance to give anything to them
- he’s emo
- i’m emo
- none of these are traditions 

thx 4 reading feel free to add more

Querencia - Luke Hemmings

In which Luke has a hidden secret, that [y/n] wants to know.

5.8kish words

Warning: Slight pain kink, smut.


Querencia - (n.) A place from which one’s strenth is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.

Throughout the years, I’ve always had people question my relationship with Luke. It’s understandable, I guess – but it doesn’t make it any less annoying for either of us.

We are best friends’ first, roommates second. Our parents were best friends since high school, so it was only natural for Luke and me to become so close since our parents were constantly in each other’s houses. Our parents always hoped that we would become more than best friends, but it would be too weird for us to even kiss at this stage.

Since we grew up together, a lot of my earlier memories have Luke in them. We even got first-hand view of all the prepubescent stages in each other’s lives. From holding hands when we started school at four – both of us being terribly nervous and not knowing anyone else but each other meant that we had to rely on each other for that added bit of comfort. We spent Christmases together growing up, alternating between whose house the Christmas feast would be ate at, spending birthdays with each other, having sleepovers every weekend too. Even up to when we had hit puberty, both our bodies changing rapidly and the other not knowing what to do or how to act. I started filling out and my body started taking shape and Luke’s voice dropped significantly while his body went through its own change. It has always been Luke and I. Although in saying that, we did have relationships. We had crushes on other people and they would blossom into relationships over time. Luke had girlfriends and I had boyfriends – but all of that would naturally end in subsequential heartbreaks that the other would be the shoulder to cry on and the confidant.

What surprised most people was Luke’s musical ability. From a young age, Luke would upload videos onto YouTube and I would sit in the room with him while he recorded because according to Luke, I ‘calmed him’ and made him ‘feel less nervous.’ He gained popularity from this and became more of the Luke that only I was privy to knowing, and this made me happier than I could ever imagine.

A few months into Luke starting up on YouTube, he and two friends decided to make a band and upload covers together instead of just Luke doing it. At first the two boys, Calum and Michael, didn’t take too well to me but after a few weeks of hanging around with each other we started getting on like a house on fire. I was never excluded from anything and often sat in the background of the videos.

The boys started getting more and more recognised and decided to get a permanent drummer by the name of Ashton. With this small action, they created a band that could now go play full gigs because they had a full band. Thus, 5 Seconds of Summer was born.

Fast forward 3 years and the boys are now selling out gigs all across the country. They are by no means famous but they had a steady fan base who were really devoted towards them.

It was late August when Luke and I decided to move in together and out of our childhood homes. It made perfect sense to us as we have always been with each other. Luke and [y/n]. The dynamic duo. Luke was either recording for the album, touring, or doing promotional work so he was hardly at his home with his parents as it was far away from the city, so he would have to suffice with hotels constantly. Whereas I was starting university and wanted to be closer to campus with the added freedom of not having parents looking over my shoulders. With it being revealed that Luke and I were moving in together, this sparked even more rumours about our ‘relationship’ which he would brush off with explaining about our parents being best friends so it was inevitable for us to form a close bond to each other.

Moving in with Luke is one of my favourite memories and I think it always will be. We managed to get our parents to help so we could just move all our belongings in one trip. The problem with this was that we moved in on a Monday, and our furniture wasn’t due to come until Thursday morning which meant that for three nights, we slept on the hardwood floor of our sitting room covered in blankets. We would stay up till the early hours just talking about our hopes and dreams, and how we were going to decorate our new home.

Two months after moving in (and finally getting our furniture), Luke had to leave for a three month tour without any breaks and he was more than a little apprehensive about leaving me alone in the apartment for that long. The night before he was to leave, he brought up the subject of me going with him.
“Angel… Come on. Take a break from Uni and just tour with us. You know you want to. I’d feel loads better if you came along too” Luke stated, using the nickname I had earned at the tender age of five when I dressed up as an angel to go trick or treating with Luke and his older brother, Jack. He has called me angel ever since.
“Luke please… You know how important Uni is to me. Not everyone gets accepted into their dream course and Uni. I don’t want to jeopardise anything by taking time off. I’m sorry” I responded dejectedly, turning away from the dishes I was washing in our sink to face Luke who was leaning against our breakfast counter. He looked hopeless and a little lost. His eyebrows were furrowed and a creased was formed between them that I wanted to smooth out and take his worries and troubles away. But I couldn’t because I was feeling a bit dismayed and dejected.
“I’ve always supported you, Luke. No matter what. I’ve always been your biggest fan and had your back despite if I agreed with you or not. Please let me do this, please just support me.” I mumbled.
Luke sauntered around the counter and pulled me into a tight embrace, resting his chin on my head.
“[y/n], I didn’t mean it like that. Angel, I swear it. We have never been separated for more than a week and I don’t want to be away from you for that long. You’re my good luck charm. I always play better when you are around… But I understand, I get it. Uni is your dream, just like the band is mine. But you have to call me every day and text me all the time so I know your happy and safe, okay?” Luke quaked.
He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead and smiled down at me. “You come before anything, angel. That’s what best friends do. Go to bed now, yeah? We’re up early to say goodbye before I leave.” Luke whispered endearingly.
I nodded and placed a kiss upon his cheek and went to my bedroom.
Sleep didn’t come easy to me that night. I was constantly trying to turn off the nagging feeling in my heart that I was making a big mistake in not going with him. Of course I was going to miss him, more than humanly possible that it might be considered to miss a person. Luke and I rely on each other. We are best friends and nothing could ever change that. We bring out the best in each other and compliment the others faults perfectly. I was going to lose my other half for three months and that scared me more than I would ever admit to him. I know we would speak every day and text all the time – but it wouldn’t be the same as having him home. I would have no one to go to when I had a bad day, no one to console me after I had a nightmare, no one to laugh with in the early hours – and this made me feel terribly lonely.

Morning came, as did a lot of tears on my part. Saying goodbye to my best friend, even though it was only for three months was a lot harder than I anticipated. Luke remained strong and full of spirits, reminding me that I started Uni in a few days and would make tonnes of friends and I wouldn’t even have time to miss him. He left on a good note and promised to call as soon as he got to the hotel. I gave the other three boys hugs and made them promise me that they would look after him since I wouldn’t be around to do so.

The first two weeks were the worst. Luke would call me every morning when I woke up and every night before I went to sleep. I didn’t want to tell him that I was missing him as I didn’t want him to feel guilty and that he needed to come back. Like he said, I was living my dream and he was living his. It was considerably worse come night time. When the day was done and I was left to my thoughts in bed, the apartment would settle and make noises. When Luke was here, he would always be the brave one and search the apartment when I got scared in case anybody had gotten in. Now that responsibility was on me. I would only forget sometimes over the three months that he wasn’t here. If something great had happened at work or at Uni that I wanted to tell him about, I would come rushing home and burst through the door and beckon for him, only to be greeted my silence and the crushing reality that my best friend was off living his life without me.

The day Luke was due back was the first day I skipped Uni and called in sick to work. I knew that Ash, Michael, and Calum would be coming back to ours as well so I wanted to be well prepared for their arrival.

They all piled through the door earlier than expected. I had been texting Luke on and off for the day and he had told me to expect them at 7pm, it being only 5 I decided to have a shower and freshen myself up a little. I was in the shower when I heard the door slam shut and voices coming from the hall way. Naturally, I thought it was an intruder so I grabbed the nearest towel to wrap around myself and the nearest weapon I could find, which in my luck was a hairdryer.
‘Great’ I thought ‘I’m going to die and I’m in a towel holding a hairdryer to protect myself.’
I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to go towards the sitting room where I could hear the voices. Clutching the towel (and the hairdryer) close to my chest. I crept into the sitting room where I was met with three smiling faces and the back of my best friend.

“Guys, she isn’t even here. I told you trying to surprise her was a bad idea. She’s probably off with all of her new friends from Uni” Luke grunted. I smiled to myself and dropped the hairdryer to the ground. Luke turned around to see what had made such a clatter and instantly smiled when he saw me. “Angel, you’re here!” He exclaimed. I ran towards him and jumped so I could hug him close to me. After he caught me we stayed like that for what seemed like hours but was merely minutes. Just holding each other and trying to show how much we missed each other by the simple gesture. It wasn’t until we heard someone cough in the background that we realised that we weren’t alone.
“Guys, really, come on.” Ashton smirked. The other boys laughed while Luke’s cheeks burned a vibrant shade of pink. “[y/n]… eh… not trying to sound rude, or that I’m not enjoying the view or anything, but why are you just in a towel?” Michael inquired with a grin upon his face.
Luke turned his focus back to me and realised, just like I did, that I was still in a towel and it was bunched up in all the wrong places. Luke’s cheeks flushed even more as he set me down so I could readjust myself to look as presentable as one could in a towel. “Guys, I’m gonna go and put some clothes on.. I didn’t expect you lot to be home so early and I thought I was getting robbed so I came out and I saw you and yeah. I’m gonna go change now” I rambled hurriedly, my own cheeks flushing scarlet. “There is pizza in the freezer and beer in the fridge guys” I said before departing to the safety of my room.

After getting changed, I was sat on my bed trying to get over the embarrassment that occurred twenty minutes earlier when I heard a soft knock on my door. “Come in” I yelled. Luke walked in with a shy smile on his face and a beer in his hand. “Why you not coming out, angel? I told the guys not to say anything about earlier… thought you might be a bit embarrassed over what happened you know?” he said quietly taking a seat beside me. I put my head on his shoulder and hummed. “Missed you lots Lukey. Like oodles. House was real lonely without you lot in it annoying me” I replied with a sad smile. Luke wrapped his arm around my shoulder to pull me closer to him. “Missed you too, angel. But we gotta go out and make sure they aren’t ruining the apartment.” Luke laughed and pulled us out of my bedroom to see what damage the boys had done to our house.

Four hours later, and we were all currently in between the stage of being drunk and being tipsy. The pizza was long gone and the empty beer bottles littered around the sitting room made it look like you were all alcoholics.
“We should play a game of truth or dare” Calum slurred. “Mate… we played that so much on tour. It’s boring now. I don’t want to see you naked any more than I have done” Michael laughed. “Man… no, like I agree with Cal, we have [y/] now, she hasn’t played it with us yet” Ash spoke between hiccups. I gazed at the expectant glares from the 3 boys and let my eyes go to Luke. “Guys, I don’t really want to… You know, seems a bit childish to play and I’m severely outnumbered.” I mumbled. Luke took my hand in his and ran his thumb across my knuckles. It was soothing, and felt nice in my hazy state of mind. “Come on babe, it will be fun I promise” Michael sang. “Okay, fine I guess” I gulped knowing full well that this was not going to end good for any of us.

An hour later, Calum was naked (Like Michael claimed he would be) holding a cushion so we wouldn’t see anything, Michael had make up on, and Ashton was in one of my dresses. Luke and I went unscathed throughout the process because as Michael grumbled at one stage they were ‘going easy on me because I’m a girl and Luke would kill them. “[y/n]” Ash dragged out, the alcohol evident because his words were becoming more and more slurred.
“Truth or dare?” he questioned. The choice was easy. “Truth” I smiled at him. I had noticed that they were going easy on me, not that it bothered me, but it did make me apprehensive over what they were actually capable of. Everyone was quiet for a few minutes while Ashton thought of what to ask me. “I’ve got one!” Michael yelled while leaning over and whispering it to Ash. “Mate, we already know that. It’s a bit obvious.” Ashton scoffed. “Ask anyway just to check. Come on Ash! I wanna know for definite.” Michael pleaded. “[y/n], have you ever had a crush on Luke?”

I sat there for a few minutes, trying my best to figure out how to answer the question. I didn’t want to lie, but I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.
“Yeah I did have a crush on Luke a few years ago, yeah” I mumbled looking at the ground refusing to look at any of them.

It was inevitable, I guess. As cliché as it sounded, having a huge crush on my best friend when we were 15. Obviously I didn’t act upon it or let Luke know in anyway because I didn’t want to jeopardise our friendship and this would have changed it completely. I wasn’t going to risk our friendship for a silly crush.

Everything was quiet. All you could hear was the steady breathing of everyone. “Wow.. Wasn’t expecting that answer, to be honest.” Ashton said with a laugh trying to lighten the mood a bit. “Yeah, me either” Luke muttered. I could feel the atmosphere in the room slightly drop and I’m almost certain that everyone else felt it too. “Moving on swiftly…” Michael dragged out.

The game lasted another twenty minutes before it got to Luke, and he picked truth after all the horrid dares he was asked to do prior to the question that fell from Calum’s knowing lips “Mate, have you ever fancied [y/n]?” If I thought things went quiet when I was asked, I don’t know what you would call the lack of sound in the room now. No one was even breathing. I peaked at Luke and from what I saw he looked angry that Cal had brought this up. “No mate, I’ve always seen her as a sister or a best friend. Nothing more than that.” Luke sneered

I didn’t know why but that made me feel sad. Almost heartbroken in a way. That all the feelings I had towards him were unrequited and he only saw me as a friend. The feeling was slowly crawling at my chest, telling me that I needed to go and be by myself to get over the fact that I admitted into crushing on him but he obviously never felt the same way and that made me sad. Really sad.

The whole game changed after that and after fifteen minutes of playing, I decided it was time for bed. “Guys, I’m a bit sleepy, yeah? Too much beer I think. I’m just gonna call it a night.” I said with as much happiness I could muster. “Oh… okay… If you’re sure [y/n]” Calum mumbled, looking at me with new found guilt in his eyes. “Yeah positive. Night boys. See you tomorrow.” I replied waving at them all before turning down to my room. I closed the door softly before going to get into my pyjamas.

When Luke was away, I’d sleep in one of his ratty t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Tonight though, tonight was different and I didn’t feel comfortable in his clothes so I grabbed a sweatshirt from Uni instead.

After about an hour of tossing and turning I gave up on sleep and headed for the kitchen to get a drink of water before trying to sleep again. I heard voices coming from behind the closed door of the kitchen and decided to listen into what was being said before I interrupted anything.

“Mate you seriously fucked up. Did you see her? Did you see how sad [y/n] looked? Seriously, Luke, she looked like she was gonna break down and start crying” Ashton scolded Luke. “Yeah man… I’ve never seen [y/n] look that unhappy. Even when her and whats-his-name broke up. She looked devastated, mate. You gotta fix this.” Michael chimed in. “What I really want to know is why did you lie?” Calum lashed out at Luke. I flinched at his harsh tone, never hearing it come from him even when he was angry. “Didn’t lie Cal. You should know that by –” Luke was cut off by a fist against the table “Don’t you dare tell me you didn’t lie! I know you lied, Luke. Stop being such a dick and just admit it! You wrote those two songs for her! I was there with you!” Calum bellowed “Man, keep your voice down you’ll wake her up and I’m done talking about this” Luke hissed. “Wait.. Luke. You and Calum only wrote two songs when we were touring. Did you write them? Did you write them about [y/n]? Michael asked quietly.

Luke told me that he didn’t write any songs this tour. That the other boys did and he sent me recordings of parts of them. What were they talking about? Luke told me he didn’t write anything.

“What songs?” I whispered as I walked into the kitchen. Four heads snapped in my direction. Eight eyes widening and six of those eight eyes looked like they would rather be in hell then here. “Guys we need to leave them be, come on” Ashton murmured while dragging Cal and Michael out of the kitchen and out of the apartment completely.
“What songs, Luke?” I asked with more aggression in my tone but still making my voice soft. “Please don’t lie to me.. Please, Lukey” I whispered. Willing myself not to cry. “The ones I sent you three weeks ago. Close as Strangers and Beside You.” He said through gritted teeth. “What?… Why?” I asked, none of this making sense. He was my best friend and these are love songs. Why is he writing them about me. “Leave it [y/n], it doesn’t matter.” He sighed leaving the kitchen to go to his room. That’s when it all hit me at once and it felt like I had a hand constricting my heart. All the moments that I thought was Luke just being an affectionate best friend was really him trying to show me he saw me more than that. I stumbled through the kitchen to get to him before he went to his room. It looks like I caught him in time as he had one hand on his doorknob.

“How long?” My voice quivered. Luke turned around, his eyes rimmed red with tears that won’t fall. He just stared at me. Trying to figure out what to tell me. “How long?” I demanded, my voice getting louder. Luke flinched and balanced on the balls of his feet. “[y/n] leave it, yeah? You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Luke dictated “How long have you been in love with me Luke?!” I screamed at him. My voice echoing of our empty hallway. Luke at one end, me at the other. “I..I..-” Luke stammered “Since you cleaned up the nasty gash on my leg when I fell of my bike” He said in a breath. I wasn’t expecting that. That was over fifteen years ago. We hadn’t even started school at that stage. Luke was in love with me. Luke was in love with me. My best friend was in love with me. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I whispered, not trusting my voice anymore. Luke watched me, my reactions and how I was processing this. I could see it in his eyes that he was weighing up weather or not to tell me why he hadn’t told me about his secret. After a few minutes of silence, I took it as he was not going to answer me. I turned to walk towards my room, feeling more rejected than I have ever done. Just as I was about to reach for my doorknob I heard him speak “I couldn’t risk it. I couldn’t lose you. Its crazy [y/n], seriously. I can’t even put it into words for you. I can’t stand another guy touching you and loving you knowing that I could do it better. All the times you would cry over some asshole that broke your heart and left. I was there thinking that if maybe, just maybe, if I had asked you out that it might save you from the heartbreak. It killed me. It honestly killed me. I couldn’t risk losing our friendship over what I felt. I don’t know who I am without you and that hurts more than you can imagine because I know I should. But I don’t. It’s crazy and irrational. But yeah [y/n] I am hopelessly in love with you that I can’t even be away from you for three months. The guys had to pull me back from coming home to you. I couldn’t stand it [y/n] I can’t stand it.” Luke exclaimed. His face was bright red, either from the lack of breath that he took or the confession and I’m pretty sure that I had tears streaming down my face.

This was it. In the next moment I could do something that would drastically change our friendship forever. Without even thinking of the consequences, I ran to him. I ran to the boy that just poured his heart out to me. As soon as I got close enough I jumped, knowing that he would catch me. Like he always has done and always will do. Before I could even comprehend what I was about to do, I kissed him.

Most first kisses are magical and tender. Ours wasn’t. Teeth clashing against each other, trying to get as much passion as possible into the kiss that altered our lives. His lips were smooth against mine, tugging at my bottom lip then smoothing it back with his tongue. His tongue fought for dominance with mine as we stood in the hallway with my legs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupping my ass. He pulled back from my lips to look into my eyes. Seeking reassurance I presume. That this was okay. That I was okay. He peppered little kisses all over my face whilst reaching behind him to open his bedroom door.

He brought me into his room, tugging on my hand to bring me close to his bed. Luke brought his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, “my beautiful angel, so so so beautiful” he whispered, forehead resting on mine as he leaned in for what was the sweetest kiss I had ever received in my life. It was full of lust, love, admiration, and longing.

His hands started gripping at my sweatshirt; he tugged once to ask permission to remove it from my body. I nodded against his lips and moved back so he could take it off me. As soon as it was off, his eyes glanced down to see I had taken my bra off and was now standing in front of him topless. His eyes lit up like he had just opened the best present ever. His lips smashed against my own, his needy hands groping at me, pinching and twisting my nipples. He lowered his mouth to my neck and started sucking harshly on the skin there. Biting and licking over it a few times until he was certain that he had left his mark on me. His hands were still at my chest and still working their magic against my aching flesh.
I reached up to the buttons on his shirt to undo them so we would be even but my hands were full of shakes that I couldn’t even get the first one undone. “Relax, angel, it’s just me. It’s just me” he whispered in my ear. Luke’s hands left my breasts and made work of his own shirt. When it was off we stood there gazing at each other, at each other’s bodies. He undid his belt and the zipper on his jeans. Luke looked at me to see if I was okay with all of this. Since my voice was gone, I simply nodded. In a matter of seconds, his jeans were no longer on him and he was standing in a very very tight pair of boxers. I could see the tip of his cock at the band of his boxers. It was flushed a pretty shade of red. I licked my lips while I stared at him. I heard a slight awkward cough and return my gaze to meet his. Luke had a cocky grin on his face and gestured to my shorts. “Oh” I squeaked. I ran my hand down my body, as I watched Luke’s gaze follow it. I grabbed my shorts and pushed them down my legs. I stood back up and let my eyes meet Luke’s. An unspoken agreement between us as to what was going to happen. He grabbed my hand for a second time and sat down on the side of the bed, pulling me atop to straddle him.

Our lips met each other’s necks. Sucking, biting, licking. Alternating them occasionally. Little gasps were coming out of our mouths as my hips started to move and grind upon his. Luke’s hands fell to my waist as he tried to steady my hurried movements. I could feel him growing harder and harder at each movement. My own excitement evident in my panties. I didn’t notice when one of his hands dropped from my waist to inch my panties to the side. Luke’s thumb started rubbing against my clit, as I kept a fast pace grinding on him. The friction causing us both more pleasure then we expected. His other hand dropped to my hips to move me faster upon his clothed cock. Profanities slipping from his perfect lips. “Luke please..” I moaned into his neck. His thumb started rubbing my clit faster, harsher than before. His hand on my hip gripped me and started moving me at a speed I wouldn’t have conceived was possible. I felt a knot form in my lower tummy and whispered into his ear “ ‘m close Lukey, real close.” I lowered my head and mouth back to his collarbone and started kissing it. He brought in another finger and started lightly pinching my clit. This was all it took for me come undone, I bit into his collarbone and let out a moan that would make porn actresses jealous. Luke moaned along with me, still guiding my hips, just at a slower rate. I was breathing harshly at his neck when I decided to return the favour.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, palming his already hardened cock. I pulled at his boxers to get them down a bit so I could start making him feel good. Luke was oddly quiet when I pulled his cock out of his boxers and started kitten licking his shaft. I placed his tip at my mouth and lowered my mouth around him. Luke let out a sigh of relief and pushed my hair away from my face. I hummed against his cock to say thank you. Luke really enjoyed this as he bucked his hips towards me, making me take more of him than I expected. My mouth clenched around him, and my teeth grazed against his cock gently. “Oh god… Angel.. Please, please do that again” He stuttered. Taking his advice on board, I took more and more of him into my mouth, licking and sucking until I reached the base. When I got to the base, I bit down as gently as I could, Luke let out an animalistic moan and gripped my hair tighter. I worked my way back up to the tip, biting every so often and earning further groans of approval from Luke in return. When I got to the tip, I licked over his tip as pre-come was oozing out of it, I bit down gently again to have Luke pull me back by my hair. “Sorry, [y/n].. feels so good. Need to be with you. Want to be in you” He softly spoke. He lifted me up and placed me under him, taking off my panties and his boxers quickly.

One of Luke’s arms rested by my head and the other drawing shapes into my hip. He looked positively nervous “[y/n], angel, you sure? This is gonna change everything.. Don’t wanna.. Don’t want you to feel you have to. Want you to want this. Want you to want me.” He spoke in hushed tones. I lifted my hand to rest upon his cheek. “Want you. Want this, Lukey.” I smiled at him. When he smiled back and leaned into kiss me ever so softly. He took his hand away from my hip and guided himself towards my entrance. Both of us nervous and apprehensive of taking this step. His lips held mine unmoving as he pushed himself in me. Stretching me out and filling me up completely. A gasp from me and a moan from him. As weird as it was, I have never felt more complete in my life than I was in that moment. “You good, angel?” He groaned in my ear. Self-restraint was clear in his voice. “Mmhm, move please.” I asked.

Luke drew his hips back and pushed into me Moans filling up the room and the sounds of our bodies connecting echoing off the walls surrounding us. Each trust filled with promises of our future, of the love we shared, all our hopes and dreams combining into one. “Lu, I need more. Harder please” I mewled. Luke picked up the pace, headboard crashing against the wall. I raked my nails down his back which seemed to spur him on further. Luke reached down and took hold of one of my legs and threw it on to his shoulder, doing the same with my other leg. He pulled back and started pounding into me. I was clenching like crazy around him as this position made everything feel better. “Angel, need you to come now yeah? Need you to come around my cock” Luke whispered pushing his hips into mine at such a fast pace. Loud moans coming from both of us was going to give the neighbours a lot to think about. “[y/n], come on. Come for me, angel.” Luke’s words were all I needed to clench one last time around his cock and release all over him. Luke started bucking furiously into me as I ran my nails down his back, already raw from my nails earlier. He followed shortly after with a yell of my name and one final harsh trust into me.

Hours or minutes late, we were still wrapped up in each other in Luke’s bed. Luke lying on his back drawing shapes onto my back, me lying on his chest drawing shapes onto it in return. After what seemed like forever when we were on the brink of sleep. Luke whispered to me words I never thought I’d hear him say.

“[y/n].. What does this make us?”


luna xo


When we were kids we moved to way up north… Just shy of the Canadian border. My dad got a killer deal on this house and was excited to get us (myself, younger brother, and older half brother) out of California. When we moved in there was only half the carpet in my dads room and my room was missing carpet and drywall in the far corner… Like someone had cut the corner right off of my room. As a 7 year old I didn’t give it too much thought, dad did the ness ovary repairs and it wasn’t a big deal. After a couple weeks of living in the house we all had complaints of who it was that always felt the need to walk around upstairs at night… Because they weren’t exactly subtle about it, and always left cupboard doors open and kept taking these unsightly pieces of pottery ( all with a woman’s name signed in the bottom)out of the storage area and putting them just wherever they saw fit amongst the house… And then we would all get yelled at because it stopped being funny after like twice.
When school started all of the local kids were eager to tell us that people had been killed in our house, and that two boys had escaped out of my brothers bedroom window and run to the road and had been the only ones to escape their dads rampage.
At first, we thought everyone was just messing with us… Because it was a very small town and we were from sunny California we were practically aliens.
Through the months the stories continued and not a single word was changed. It had changed from trying to scare us to curiously, and wanting to sleep over at the haunted house.

We had grown accustomed to the sounds of footsteps in the night, and eventually they became much more normal…and we quit noticing. The pottery found its way among our belongings and to this day sits in my dads house– it got so pointless to keep trying to put it away.

One day ,around Christmas time, we were all in the living room watching Alvie and my older brother was being a jerk, and it started a fight. This fight resulted in a piece of pottery being broken… Because my older brother pushed me into the bookshelf.
Once my dad had separated us and we went back to watching out movie this heave, decorative, Christmassy candle holder flies off the top of the TV and hits my older brother square in the face, while laid on the living room floor watching the movie. My younger brother and I were on the couch behind him and my dad was in his recliner on the other side… The next day we came up stairs to all of the cupboard doors open, Christmas tree tipped over and the garbage where the shards of pottery were thrown was spread everywhere. My older brother left shortly after to live with his mom. We glued the piece of pottery back together and I still have it…. The footsteps never stopped, and my dad ran into several weird accidents and incidents when he remodeled… But for the most part living in the house was no big deal. We did find out, after the incident with the candle holder, that my dad got a great deal on the house because a man had in fact murdered his wife and two out of four of his kids in the house about two months before we moved. What we didn’t know was that the two surviving boys rode the school bus with us, and when they would get on the bus the talk of haunting a would stop… As a kid you don’t put these things together…

steggyisimmortal  asked:

I'm watching Love Actually and it's making me think of your fic Special Relationship. The part where the Prime Minister is going around to the houses looking for Natalie but especially the part where the little girls are asking him to sing a Christmas carol.

Quick note: I was just going to jot down a brief drabble…and then this grabbed hold of me and it will now be a full-length chapter…I just have to finish my Secret Santa gifts first lol

Peggy dropped onto the most comfortable couch in 10 Downing Street–hideously yellow, over two hundred years old, and the softest thing imaginable–and kicked her feet up, her high heels flying toward the portrait of some stuffy, forgettable prime minister from three hundred years ago. Her briefcase, bright red and embossed with the seal of the PM in gold, sat on the table in front of her, right next to a generous three fingers of scotch.

She took a swig from the glass and popped the briefcase open. Right on top sat a stack of Christmas cards, wrapped in a rubber band. A sticky note written in Angie’s neat script was placed on the top card.


Peggy snorted. It was typical of Angie to “encourage” her to do the parts of the job she hated, like Prime Minister’s Questions or reading a bunch of cards from pretentious blowhards, with an exclamation point. It rarely worked, but she always gave Angie points for trying. She set the cards aside and rifled through the briefcase, which was full of files and briefings. She scowled at the idea of doing work on Christmas Eve. Intelligence and economics briefings were not conducive to Christmas cheer. Ever.

She sighed and pulled the rubber band from around the stack of cards, shooting it toward the far wall. She winced and whispered an apology as it struck Winston Churchill right in the nose. 

She flipped through the stack quickly, each card containing a perfunctory greeting from MPs and members of the House of Lords. Midway through, a beautiful card caught her eye. It was a hand-drawn rendition of the White House Christmas Tree, and Peggy smiled. There was only one person who would have sent it to her.

Dear Peggy, it read, Merry Christmas. (Or is it Happy Christmas? You Brits say both and it is very confusing). My Christmas will not be as merry because you are not with me, and every day is a little less bright when I don’t get to see your face. 

Angie promised she would sneak this card in for me, but I don’t know if you will see it in time for my Christmas wish to come true. The Howlers are having a reunion in London this year, and I want nothing more than to sneak away from the craziness and whisk you away. Waking up beside you on Christmas morning sounds like the greatest possible Christmas gift. It was a small miracle that I was able to come for this trip, but my security and protocol officers believe it would be improper to visit you, as it would be perceived as an official visit. I think it’s stupid, but presidents have less power than you may think.

I’ll be staying on High Street through Christmas day, in the area that Falsworth describes as the “dodgy end.” I don’t know if that means anything to you, or if you’ll get this card in time. If you do, I would love to see you. If you are reading this after the fact, know that each one of my thoughts are with you.

Merry Christmas, Peggy. I love you.

-Your Steve

Peggy stared at the card, a wide grin spreading over her face. Steve was here, in London. It was the best Christmas gift she could have ever received. She pulled her phone out of her skirt pocket and pressed his speed dial. It rang four times and went to voicemail. She groaned and tried twice more, with no success. 

She sighed–of course Steve would choose today not to answer his phone–and rang the motor pool for a car. She rushed to the door, clumsily sliding her shoes on as she went. 

“I’m going out,” she told the cop at the door cheerfully. “Don’t wait up!”

She slid into the car and instructed the driver to head for High Street. “The dodgy end, if you please.”

The motorcade arrived in short order, and her driver said, “Here we are, ma’am. What’s the number?”

She peered out the window to see what was quite possibly the longest residential street in London. “Oh God. I have no idea.” And Steve still wasn’t picking up his bloody phone. She heaved a sigh and got out of the car. They would have to do this the old fashioned way.

She knocked on the first door on the street, a one hanging prominently against the wood. The door swung open to reveal an elderly woman.

“Hello, is there a Steve staying here?”

The woman shook her head. “No, sorry.”

“Right,” Peggy replied, turning away. “Thank you, sorry to disturb your evening.”

“Wait a minute. Aren’t you the Prime Minister?”

Peggy spun back around with a wince. She had been hoping to avoid this exact scenario. “Um. Yes? Merry Christmas?”

The woman let out a happy sigh, and Peggy soldiered on. “Yes, it’s part of the service now. Trying to get around to everyone by New Years. Have a lovely evening.”

She all but sprinted to the next house, not wishing to get stuck talking to constituents this evening. The next twenty or so houses passed by easily. Most people were either out or eager to get back to their families, so they didn’t linger beyond a polite “No, sorry,” when Peggy asked after Steve. 

The door to Number 56 opened to an empty foyer. Peggy stared into the house, unsure what to do. She heard a loud cough below her line of sight, and she looked down to see three young girls, all adorned in tutus, watching her expectantly.

“Well, hello. Is there a Steve staying here?”

“No, there isn’t,” one of the girls replied, the other two nodding sagely.

“Oh dear,” Peggy sighed, turning away.

“Are you singing carols?” the same girl asked, hands on her hips.

“Oh, no. No, I’m not.”

“Please, ma’am, please,” a second girl said, and the other two chimed in until their pleading was all Peggy could hear.

She exchanged a glance with the officer accompanying her. “Well, I suppose I could, if you’d like.”

The girls cheered, and Peggy took a fortifying breath. She was good at many things, but singing was not one of them.

“Right. Um,” Peggy dithered, desperately wishing she had just said goodbye and went on her way. “Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen”

She looked to the officer, who chimed in with a spectacular voice, much to her surprise. “When the snow lay roundabout, deep and crisp and even.” 

Peggy and the officer finished the verse with only a little embarrassment as the girls danced around the foyer, laughing and kicking their feet in the air to an unknown rhythm. She extricated herself as graciously as possible, though she was exceedingly grateful that no one in the next dozen homes mistook them for carolers.

At Number 100, Peggy knocked on the door weakly, her excitement at seeing Steve tempered by the many blocks of walking in her impractical heels and without a coat. She was tired and shivering, and when the door opened to reveal a young woman in a pajama set, her shoulders slumped.

“Hello. Is Steve staying here?” she asked wearily, already preparing herself for the inevitable answer.

“No,” the young woman replied, and Peggy turned away, disappointed. “Though there is some sort of reunion next door, and I thought I heard someone say the name Steve. There’s been police cars and limos and everything over the last day or so.”

Peggy slowly spun on her heel, scarcely believing what she had just heard. “Oh. That’s brilliant. Thanks!”

“You’re not who I think you are, are you?” the woman asked.

Peggy chuckled wryly. “Yes, I’m rather afraid I am. I apologize on behalf of my government, we’ll do better next year. Merry Christmas.”

She took the few steps between 100 and 102, heart squeezing in her chest. She missed Steve terribly–phone calls and video chats were a very poor substitution to his presence, and now that she was in front of the door where he was likely staying, she worried that this was a dream, that she would wake up alone in her big house on Christmas morning, this whole night a scotch-flavored figment of her imagination.

She squared her shoulders and rapped on the door. Better to try and fail than never try at all. The door swung open, and she was blasted by warm air and boisterous laughter. The entryway was full of big, burly men dressed in truly horrid Christmas sweaters, and they all went silent at the sight of her on the doorstep. 

Peggy cleared her throat. “Um, right. Hello, is Steve staying here?”

They all looked curiously at her, and she fidgeted in the doorway. She thought she could see Barnes’ face in the back of the group, but it was difficult to be sure. 

As Peggy and the occupants of the house were locked in some strange sort of showdown, heavy footsteps came down the stairs. Steve appeared at the top of the landing, shouting, “Hey, where’d you assholes put my phone? It wasn’t funny when I first ran, and it isn’t funny now–”

He froze in his tracks halfway down the stairs at the sight of Peggy in the doorway, still in her suit, a run in her stockings and her updo on the edge of collapse. “Peggy?”

She sighed in relief. “Hello, Steve.”

The Commandos turned in unison to face Steve, whose cheeks flushed under their scrutiny. “Right. Guys, this is Prime Minister Peggy Carter. Peg, these are the Howling Commandos, my old unit. Dum Dum, Gabe, Jim, Monty, Jacques, and you remember Bucky,” he said, pointing out each of the men as he listed them off. 

“Gentlemen.” Peggy nodded at the group and resisted the urge to give a pathetic half-wave. She had been in plenty of weird, uncertain situations as both spy and politician, and she thought she had tamped down her worst, most awkward instincts, but apparently meeting her boyfriend’s friends brought them all back with a vengeance.

Before she could completely humiliate herself, Steve sprinted down the last few steps and just about bowled her over in a bear hug, wrapping his huge arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground. Her stomach swooped as her feet left the pavement, and she let out an embarrassingly girlish giggle.

“I missed you,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

“I missed you too,” she replied in the same tone. She patted his shoulder and, at a normal volume, said, “Now put me down. People will talk.”

to be continued…

Christmas dinner || a.i.

Originally posted by h-lsey

Christmas Eve night, it was slightly cold, windy but no snow.  Y/n  was applying a couple more layers of mascara in the bathroom mirror, before it was time for dinner at Ashton’s mom place. Finishing her make up she went out into the shared bedroom, picking out a dress for tonight. A black sheath dress with matching white pumps. She wore the necklace her husband got her or their  third anniversary, a diamond matinee with matching earrings.  

Y/n zipped up her dress as far up as she can, but she needed Ashton to do the rest, “Ash?” she called out, but he didnt respond. 

She looked around the house, loud obnoxious drumming was coming from the music room. No way it was Ashton playing like that. Following the sounds of drums. Y/n went in to see Ashton sitting next to Oliver, their eight year old son hitting each set his dad was telling him to. “Okay, now hit the snare three-”

 Y/n leaned on the door frame, clearing her throat loudly. 

“Hey sweetheart.” Ashton smiled. 

“Mom! Look dad is teaching me how to play one of his songs!” Oliver cheered, waving the drum sticks around. 

“Oh yeah? That’s cool honey, what song.” she said. 

“The black heart!” 

“Jet black heart.” Ashton corrected. 

“That’s very cool Oli.” y/n smiled. 

“Yeah, so why are you dressed up?” Ashton questioned, y/n couldnt believe that he forgot about tonight. 

“Well…” she dragged out, “We do have a Christmas Eve dinner to attend to at your moms house. And we have thirty minutes before its time to go.” y/n suggested. “Oliver, go put on some clothes.” she said to him. 

“Okay.” Oliver put the drum sticks down, walking to his room. Y/n petted his curly hazel hair as he was walking. 

“Nice clothes Oliver!” she added.

“What’s wrong with what he wears?” Ashton said. 

“Some band shirt and baggy jeans isnt what you wear to dinner over your moms” Y/n shrugged. Ashton just nodded in agreement. 

“By the way Ash can you zip up my dress?” she asked.

He stood up walking over to her, grabbing her waist he turned her around slowly zipping it up to her back. Ashton pulled her closer to him, kissing her cheek down to the crook of her neck.

“Stop, we have to go soon.” she giggled, trying to resist. Ashton moaned, still kissing her, feeling her body against his. “Do we really?” he said.

“Yes, we do.” she laughed. Ashton playfully groaned, “Fine, I will be ready in a sec.” he said going to the bedroom.

“There you guys are!” Anne greeted, “You guys are late.” she joked. 

“Ashton was busy teaching Oliver how to play drums.” you smiled. 

“Ah thats alright.” she said waving it off, “Come in, come in.”  Anne said opening the door more for them to get in. She gave her son, grandson, and daughter in law a kiss on the cheek. 

“Dinner will be ready in a few.” she said going back to the kitchen. Lauren and Harry were in the living playing around. They both greeted Ashton, y/n and their son. Y/n gave them both presents for tomorrow morning. Oliver went with them two to hang with while dinner was being prepared. 

Ashton and y/n stayed with Anne in the kitchen chatting about life and her career. 

“Do you mind if you guys help me to set up the table?” Anne asked. 

“Of course mom.” Ashton smiled. 

“Momma’s boy arent you Ash.” Y/n joked grabbing plates for the table. He just rolled his eyes as set down napkins, “Very funny babe.” 

“I know it is.” she laughed. Six plates, six silverware, and six napkins. The table was set and now it was time for dinner. Y/n called over for Oliver and Anne called for Lauren and Harry. A huge feast of turkey, mash potatoes, lots of food. Everyone was having a good time, silly stories being told, embarrassments, everything. 

After dinner everyone gathered to watch a christmas movie while eating dessert in the living room with the Christmas tree lit up and the stockings hanged up. Y/n’s head against Ashton’s chest, his hands on the small of her back. Oliver and Harry were messing around. A nice way to spend Christmas Eve with family. 

A/N: Merry x mas loves. xx

anonymous asked:

Zayn was at Gigi's dad's house tonight for an early Christmas thing lol you can hear him in the background of Bella's snapchat he says "sorry?" And Mohammed says "pleasure to meet you" and Zayn says "pleasure to meet you too" and then laughs (it's clearly his laugh) so I hope this means theyre not going to aspen and he can spend actual Christmas at home crossing my fingers. twitter(.)com/hadidnews/status/811765817327095808

Suh wait. Let me see if I’ve got this right - Gigith and Zayn are supposed to have been seriously dating for over a year now, and Zayn’s only just meeting Gigith’s dad NOW? 

Stunt interns: if you’re gonna do this, please at least take this sage advice:

Daydream Nation Part 5

Pair : Teacher!Dean x Student!Reader

A/N : I know it has been a while for an update, but here it is!! I hope you enjoy it !! 

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

The snow fell all around, blanketing the streets. It was beautiful. I watched as everyone walked around town. Some alone, others with loved ones. I loved this time of year.

“Here, to keep you warm!” Caroline muttered handing me a cup of hot cocoa. The smell of chocolate made me excited. It was a tradition for us to come out here, sitting in the café, near the window away from everyone else. To talk and enjoy each other company.

“So as you were saying.” She exhaled, taking a seat across from me, sipping on her hot chocolate. “What happened?”

My lips curved up, and I knew my cheeks were flushed from just the thought of Deans lips on mine. Its been a couple of days, but it was still new.

“I don’t know, its still a blur. Everything happened so fast. One moment we are outside the diner, and the next we’re-”

“Hey.” I was cut off by Mr. Winchester. My heart raced as I laid my gaze on him. I haven’t seen him since the night I left his house.

“Mr. Winchester!” Caroline almost choked on her drink. “W-what’re you doing here?” She smiled wiping her mouth.

“Ah. Just enjoying this beautiful day with a cup of nice, hot coffee.” He smirked. Making me melt in my seat.

Dean locked his eyes with mine, and the world somehow disappeared around us. He still managed to take my breath away when he looked at me that way, and it drove me crazy.

I felt Caroline kick my leg and clear her throat, capturing our attention. She eyed me for a moment and pursed her lips.

“Care to join us?” I exhaled, feeling my stomach churn.

He flashed an innocent smile and nodded. “I actually have a lot of work to do. Grading papers. Ateacher never gets vacation.” He chuckled. “But I will see you both in class on Monday.”

Caroline nodded and watched as he made his way out of the café.
“Damn, that was something.” She cackled.

I shot my eyes to her and tilted my head to the side. Oblivious to what she meant.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you didn’t feel the sexual tension.” Caroline wasn’t one to keep things in. She was very open, blunt and didn’t care to speak her mind. And that’s what I loved and hated about her.

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes. Chuckling to myself as I looked out the window, staring at Dean who happened to already look my way. But he wasn’t alone. He was with that man I sort of met back at his house.
Wonder who he is.

“Y/N.” Caroline snapped her fingers. “You still have a lot to tell me. So spill! What happened between you two?”

(A Few Hours Later)

“Okay, let me get this straight.” Caroline stammered running her hand through her hair. “You were at Mr. Winchesters house, kissing and touching, the whole thing..But nothing happened?!” She croaked. Her voice was loud, making me anxious. Hoping no one we knew was around to hear.

“Shh. Yes Caroline, Nothing happened. His friend or whatever walked in.” I mumbled, looking around the busy café.

She sat in her chair and sighed. Crossing her arms over her chest, She locked her eyes with mine. “Well no wonder why there was a lot of tension between you two!” She laughed. “This is like a soap opera. I am hooked. I need more!” She cheered clapping her hands together as she grinned widely.

I could feel the blood rush up to my cheeks and my stomach flutter. I was getting everything I have ever wanted.

“Come on, We have to meet up with the group for secret santa!” She squealed. “And I got the best gift for Klaus. And if this doesn’t make him fall in love with me, then I give up!” She huffed.

“Caroline, He is going to love anything you give him because you have him wrapped around your little finger.” I chuckled. She pushed in her chair and grabbed her purse.

“Yea, you’re right.” She cackled.

The cold air hit our faces immediately, causing us to shiver simultaneously. The sound of crunching snow under our boots, like crackling frozen puddles, scratches a primal itch that just feels so satisfying.
We were both cuddled into our heavy coats that kept us warm. It was extremely cold out here, but I enjoyed this weather so much. It was my favorite.

Our eyes were to the floor as we shuffled along the crowded side of the street. Linking arms and staying close, as we mumbled to each other about anything and everything. Until I ran into someone, hitting my body against theirs, and nearly falling to the ground.

“Crap! I’m so sorry.” The man stammered, pulling me up before hitting the snow.

My  eyes met his and in that moment I was frozen. It was the guy from Deans house. The stranger who I have never seen before has suddenly shown his face twice in a week. Who was he?

“I-its ok.” I exhaled.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” Caroline examined my body before returning her gaze back to mine.

“I’m ok. Just scared me.” I flashed a soft smile.

The man stared intently at Caroline for a moment, then back to me. “Sam Winchester.” He reached his hand out to me and smirked.

“Wait, as in Mr. Winchester’s brother?” Caroline interrupted, and saying exactly what I was thinking.

He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “Yep.”

Both Caroline and I glanced at one another then returned to him.
“Wow, you’re parents have some strong genes.” She spewed out. Her eyes grew wide and she looked surprised. “I mean-”

Sam laughed and patted her shoulder, keeping her at ease. “Thank you.”

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. So many questions roamed my mind but nothing was coming out. Dean never mentioned his brother was in town. Sure I knew he had one but I pictured him..

“Differently.” I whispered.

“What?” Sam asked looking down at me, his hands shoved into his pockets.
“Uh I was just wondering where Mr. Winchester was?” I somehow managed to redeem myself from slipping.

“He’s in the store buying us some-” He paused and smiled. “Beverages.”

“You know you can say Beer. Its not like it’s a bad word or anything.” Caroline chuckled. “Plus, Its actually kind of good.” She bit her lower lip and linked her arm with mine once again.

I nudged her side and shook my head. We are underage and she is going on about us drinking beer like nothing.

Sam let out a soft chuckle as he ran his hand through his hair. “Hope to see you two again.” Inching closer to me, He stared into my eyes, not once looking away. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing you very soon.” He muttered. He made his way to the impala without another word.

Leaving Caroline and I alone, baffled of what had just happened.

“Ok then?” She mumbled. “Anyways, we have to go now! Its late.” She demanded, pulling me along with her.


Tylers house was bright from all of the decorations his family put up. Almost able to light up the entire street.

Everyone was all dressed up, with a hint of Christmas spirit. I wore a dark green dress that flowed to the ground and caressed my torso. My hair was curled and let loose over my shoulder.

We all placed our presents onto the table and hovered around in the living room, where the music blasted and the fire cackled. It was perfect. If only it could take my mind off of the incident this morning with Sam. I couldn’t ignore it, pretend it never happened.

“You look beautiful.” Jason whispered, interrupting my thoughts. His face lit up and his eyes glistened under the light. He wore a black suit as his hair was pushed to the back. He looked handsome.

“T-thank you.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but before any words came out, there was a slight knock at the door. Causing us all to shoot our eyes toward the front of the house.

“Oh the guest have arrived!” Mrs. Lockwood Squealed. She was throwing a party of her own. Inviting almost everyone in town.

“Hello Mr. Winchester.” She stammered, motioning for him to come in.

My breath hitched to the back of my throat as he walked in. Wearing a nice black suit and his hair spiked up as usual. His eyes met mine and I couldn’t help but smile. Feeling flustered as he walked toward the room.

“Hey! Mr. Winchester, welcome to mi casa!” Tyler yelped, high fiving the teacher. Dean chuckled and waved to everyone.

“So this is what you all do on your break?” He examined the decorations before glancing over at me. Flashing a faint smile.

There was a knock and a tall man walked in next to Dean.
“Oh this is my brother, Sam.” He stated. “Sam, these are some of my students.”


As the night continued, and our minds grew hazy from the alcohol, we all decided to make our way to the backyard to play in the snow.

Running down the steps, Elena and I scooped up a handful of snow and threw them at the boys. A war we expected and created. It was like old times.

Our laughter filled the air as we ran across the field, hiding and trying to keep from getting hit by snow. This was the time I will never let go. A memory I will hold on to forever.

I lurked behind a tree, alone. Looking for someone, anyone to walk by so I can throw the snowball. Until I felt something pull at my arm.

“What the he-”

It was Dean, Holding a finger up to his full lips. He flashed a smile and pushed me up against the tree, crashing his lips into mine.
A sensation I didn’t know I was craving until now. Our breathing became in sync as we tasted each other.

Dean inched away, just enough to brush his words over my lips. “I missed you.”

A smile crept on my face and my stomach fluttered insanely. I know I shouldn’t do this, and I shouldn’t let this happen but  looking at him, he would somehow make me forget how bad this was.

“I missed you too.” I smiled.

He took a step back and softened his gaze. “You look so beautiful.”

Crap, more blushing.

“You don’t look bad yourself.” I flashed him a wink. Dean chuckled and pressed his lips to mine again. “I better go before someone catches us.” His lips fell and he was serious for a moment. “Meet me at the park tonight. After the party.” I nodded and watched as he made his way back to Tylers house.

I bit my lower lip and smiled. “Ill be there.” I whispered.


The party had finished, and though I am staying over at Tyler’s with Caroline, Klaus, Aria and Elena, I snuck out before anyone could notice I was gone.
Making my way to the park a few blocks away, the cold air felt refreshing. Blowing through my hair and hitting my face. It was satisfying.

Thoughts of Dean’s lips on mine, flooded my mind and It made me excited. Excited to see him, to feel him on me and be alone with him.

Even though I had just seen him, I was missing him. And who knows, maybe tonight was the night I finally gave into Dean and lose the one thing I held on to for so long. Holding out for the one I knew was the one for me. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice rang from behind, making me stop in my steps.

Turning on my heels, The man made his way to my side. Panting, trying to catch his breath.

“Sam?” I muttered, furrowing my eye brows. “Wh-what’re you doing here?”

He stood up and locked eyes with mine. Pursing his lips. “Don’t go to the park. Don’t go and meet Dean.” He finally let out.

“Excuse me?”

“You two cant be together.” He exclaimed.

“What? Sam, I’m sorry but you don’t know what you are talking about. I love him.” I stated.

Sam let out a soft sigh and crossed his arms over his chest. Looking out to the road ahead of us.
“Look, if you love him like you say you do, you would leave me brother alone.”

I could feel anger and sadness wash over me as he spewed each word out.

“You are only going to hurt him. Think about what will happen when people find out. It will ruin him. Ruin his life. And yours. Especially-” He paused, taking in a deep breath.

“Especially what? What is it Sam? I croaked, feeling a tear stream down my cheek.

He turned his back to me, avoiding my question. “Just please, leave him alone.”

Before I could speak, Sam walked away, vanishing into the night. Leaving me alone to my thoughts.

“What the hell?” I whispered.