it's so hard to color some of the scenes holy hell

I’m just… going to… lie down… for a little while… not because… I’ve been… crying over Star Wars fic… again… or anything… no, definitely not….. (Fic recs every Wednesday.)

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Group/Member: BTS // Yoongi

Genre: Humor, college!AU

Word Count: 2.099

Prompt: AU w/ Yoongi 28 & 50
You just caught me reading hardcore smut fan fiction during class and you’re wondering how I can read this with a blank face.
Hey I just followed my friend to your friend’s house but now they’re screwing really loudly in the other room, wanna go do something else?

Summary: Yoongi has never experienced a more interesting day, and to think it was all because he actually showed up to his Economics class.
*I’m too lazy to proofread, so apologies in advance.

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Seventy five percent of the time he didn’t even both to show up to the class. Three quarters of the time he’d be sleeping peacefully in his dorm or out doing something a hell of a lot more exciting. The remaining twenty five percent of the time, that last quarter…he almost always regretted showing up once he was there. Economics killed him; sometimes both mentally and physically. The only reason he’d taken the class was because he’d needed a few more extra credits to graduate on time instead of having to come back for another semester. He remembered how bad his senior slide had been back in high school, but nothing had prepared him for how steep his senior slide in college was. How nearly all of his classes were filled with bullshit papers and bullshit answers. Hungover mornings, and a little too high nights.  

For some strange reason though, Yoongi had decided that today he was going to grace the class with his presence. They were literally five minutes in and he was strongly regretting that decision. The lecture hall was fill to the brim for the most part, Yoongi scanning over all the seats and wondering how the hell so many people could even manage to make it here. As much as Yoongi hated that he’d be spending an hour there, he at least respected the teacher enough where he would simply get up and leave in the middle of class. The poor man lecturing at the front was so enraptured by what he was saying and writing on the board that he probably wouldn’t even notice. The way Yoongi looked at it though, was that he could probably at least get some work done while there. And by work that meant doodling and writing random lyrics in his notebook.

Unbeknownst to him, you were sitting directly next to him, laptop up and fingers flying across the keys. Similarly, to Yoongi however, you were using your time in this class to do much more preferred things. Usually you did pay attention in this class and take good notes but when you’d gotten the notification at the beginning of class that your favorite fanfic had updated, you’d wasted absolutely zero time opening the website and searching for it.


Fifteen minutes into class and you were completely sucked into your fic, the sex scene currently playing out before your eyes causing you to squirt slightly. You weren’t some noob though when it came to reading this type of work; no sir. The past four years of college had had more than their fair share of boring classes, meaning that you’d perfected your poker face when it came to smut scenes like this one. Nobody would ever know what you were doing, not that you cared at moments like these, because absolutely nothing could take your concentration away.

Yoongi having grown bored of even his own form of entertainment was growing more and more restless beside you. He’d resorted to drawing nothing but ink tornadoes on his paper, letting out sighs ever now and then. Pushing himself back in his seat he let his arms stretch out behind him, his body leaning back far enough where he could get a clear look at the screen of your computer.  He’d only glanced at first, assuming that you had some sort of assignment up or that you were taking notes, but when his eyes had caught onto a particular word he’d never lurched forward. Keeping his computer he shook his head for a moment, checking to make sure that you weren’t paying any attention to him before slowly letting his eyes go back to your laptop. “…his cock was even better than she’d dreamed…”. Okay so Yoongi most certainly had not been imagining things.

After looking away for a few moments as to make sure you didn’t catch onto him reading over your shoulder he slowly let his eyes go back to your computer screen.

“…she let him tie her up, the feel of the rope rough on her skin but exactly what she wanted…”

‘Holy shit,’ Yoongi thought as he looked at you this time, giving you a closer look. He’d seen you a few times on the rare occasion that he went to class, was sure even that he’d seen you around campus as well. Never though had he ever gotten the idea that you were into kinky shit like this. Maybe his was where the quote ‘never judge a book by its cover’ came from?

Taking a breath, he leaned back again and looked towards the screen. You’d scrolled farther now so he wasn’t sure what was going on anymore but he could tell just by the first sentence he saw that things were picking up fast.

“…the riding crop was cold as he ran it slowly down her stomach, letting it just barely brush the sensitive skin of her sex. It was only a matter of time before that sensation turned to a burning hot one one that would make her scre-…”

Yoongi couldn’t handle it anymore, letting his chair drop back down, probably a little too loudly as multiple people turned and looked at him, yourself included. The red that had tinted his cheeks thankfully looking as though he were embarrassed for making the disruption when in reality, the story he was spying on was a little too much for him to handle in a public place. Glancing over to you he gave you a nervous smile making you raise your eyebrows. How in the hell were you so calm while reading that?

What Yoongi didn’t realize was that you knew he had been reading through the story. Unlike Yoongi who vaguely remembered seeing you around, you had always noticed Yoongi. The kid was hard to miss, always walking around with large headphones on, his hair changing colors more often then you could count. He was one of those kids that you didn’t know anything about but knew automatically that they were cool without even trying. He was nice to look at, that was for sure, but you’d never found a reason to talk to him. When he’d sat next to you during class today you’d vaguely noticed the slight increase of heart rate he’d caused you to have. When you’d opened up the fic and saw what kind of chapter it was going to be, you’d only partially hoped that he’d notice, that maybe it could stir something out of him, but in reality you hadn’t expected it to actually happen.

It wasn’t like you were expecting him to grab you by the wrist and drag you out of the classroom, demanding that you try some of the things from the fic, but you had to admit that the blush it had given him was also quite enjoyable. You couldn’t hold in the smile any longer as you watched him from the side of your vision for the rest of class, noticing how he purposely kept his head down, and purposely turned his body away. ‘So he’s a bit on the shy side…adorable.’

For Yoongi’s sake the rest of the class went by rather fast. Somewhere after the half hour mark he’d pulled out his phone and sent out a few texts, putting his attention on attempting to find something to do when this class was over. If nothing came up, then he’d more than likely just end up back in his dorm sleeping. To his relief though a friend texted him back, inviting him to his place. So, as the class ended and everybody started packing up, the two of you finally making eye contact as you put your laptop back in your backpack, a small smile gracing your lips as you shook your head at the blush that was reappearing on his face again.

“Have a good day Min Yoongi,” you said, probably enjoying his startled look a little too much as you slung your bag over your shoulder and headed out the door.

Going through your last two classes of the day didn’t bring nearly as much excitement as Economics had, but you were glad that the day was finally over. With a sigh and a quick crack of the back you took off, ditching your class attire for a pair of nice jeans and your favorite top, heading to the address that your friend had texted you she was at, saying that she was just hanging with some cool people that you’d probably liked. Rolling your eyes at this, you knew that it was mostly code for you helping her distract the extra people that were there so that she could hook up with whoever she’d found interesting. Four years of college taught you a hell of a lot more than just book work.

Following her instructions on the text you simply knocked once before pushing the door open to the house, calling out her name making your way into what must be the living room, only to stop dead in your tracks at who you saw sitting on the couch. “Min Yoongi,” you said, drawing out his name as you flashed him a smirk, that shocked face gracing your vision once more.

“Twice in one day, what a pleasure,” you teased as you walked over and took a seat on the couch next to him. Yoongi, why usually a rather collected guy who wasn’t so easily thrown off track had no idea how to even reply as he watched you sat down right next to him. “Lighten up,” you said as you patted him on the thigh and give him a small nudge. “What, have you never seen a girl read a dirty story in the middle of economics before? Was I your first?” you teased as you whispered the last part into his ear. Finally, ever since your teasing had begun you heard the small but genuine laugh that left his lips, a small smile on his face as he shook his head at you.

“I feel ashamed for not remembering your name. You really are something else,” he said as he took a deep breath and turned slightly to look at you. How on earth had a girl like you flown under his radar for so long? How long exactly had Yoongi been wasting his time on girls that spent way too much time worrying about what was coming from their mouths, and trying so hard to impress him with everything that they said.

“[Y/N], and no worry at all. I don’t tend to share my smut with many people,” you say, glad to see that the smile on his face wasn’t forced anymore. “For real though, I hope I didn’t scare you too badly back there,” you say as you lean back into the couch watching him.

“Not so much scared as I was shocked. How…I mean how in the hell do you read that stuff with such a straight face?”

Giving him what he would come to know as your signature smirk you winked, “Lots of practice.”

Shaking his head slightly Yoongi leaned back as well, letting his eyes continue to look at you, noticing much more about you this time. “So I’m assuming that my friend is somewhere with your friend,” you say looking around and noticing for the first time that it was just the two of you and nobody else. “I’m going to assume…wherever the bedroom is?” you say, knowing before he can even reply that you’re correct.

“Bingo,” he says, seconds later a yell and a moan reaching the both of you. Both of you shake your head as a few more vulgar noises make their way to you, your hand coming up to cover your mouth and stifle the laugh that’s threatening to break free. “I may be an expert at reading this stuff with a straight face, but I don’t think I can handle holding a normal conversation while listening to this,” you say, Yoongi nodding in agreement.

“Let’s go do something else then,” Yoongi says, a smirk gracing his lips for the first time before he speaks, “maybe you can let me read some more of that story.”

With a laugh and a small smack to his arm you stand, waiting for him to follow. “Oh, I’ve got plenty more that you’d enjoy Min Yoongi,” you say.

Smiling back at you Yoongi realizes that the best decision he’s made today was going to economics…maybe that class would have one more seat filled for the rest of the year.

Weird- Liam Dunbar/ Pack

Request- Um hi I have a request I know you are on a request break but when you have time can you do one where the reader is watching teen wolf and stiles is like “hey that looks like Scott!” And then Scott will come in and say “what the heck that looks like Liam” and they are freaking out BC of the show and the reader is like “just calm down you guys don’t look anything like them” I hope you get what I mean (:

Slight LiamXReader!

Monday nights with the pack were always interesting. Sometimes you went out and did stuff, other times were spent fighting bad guys and evil creatures that rolled through Beacon Hills, and nights like this were spent inside, surfing through TV channels to find something interesting. There was a show about cooking called Hell’s Kitchen, one about a murderer going after a bunch of teens called Scream, a show about rappers called Wild N’ Out, and even one about a town under a dome called Under the Dome (go figure). It was your night to pick the show, and it seemed like nothing was on and that bugged you to no end. Every good show in the history of good shows always came on during different days of the week. You skimmed your eyes down the glowing screen in annoyance, reading over the many shows and movies that were on. “Girl Meets World, Thor, The Avengers, Bones, Mr. Robot, Twilight!” You huffed, turning to look at the kitchen where the pack currently resided. “There’s nothing on!” You grumbled loudly, folding your arms as you continued your conquests.

Several replies came from Stiles and Liam but you just ignored them as you clicked select and turned on a show about supernaturals called Teen Wolf. You folded your arms and took it all in, the way ‘Scott’ reminded you of Scott, with his chocolate brown eyes and incredible personality and a true alpha. There was ‘Stiles’, who was sarcastic like your Stiles was, and completely human as well. ‘Lydia’ was a queen like your Lydia, with a great sense of fashion and a banshee. ‘Malia’ was hostile like your Malia, always thinking of her and Stiles and no one else, also a werecoyote. ‘Kira’ was adorable and shy like your Kira, a thunder kitsune that was dating the true alpha, Scott McCall. They even had ‘Liam’, who was cocky but scared of what he was becoming, a powerful werewolf. Everyone was there, even Theo who was turning out to be evil. Well, everyone except you.

You took interest in the show, leaning your elbows on your knees as you watched the screen intently, trying to take in the plot. It was weird to you, the characters were all going through what you and the pack had gone through just months before. Scott biting Liam, the deadpool, going to Mexico, all of it was there. It was like a TV show about your life, except one person was missing, one important puzzle piece that was used to completely the picture.


The elusive and beautiful Y/N. How could anyone forget about you?!

You were getting jealous, anger rising to fill your cheeks and mind. How come those six were more important than you were? You helped take down supernaturals countless times with the pack, becoming the most feared hunter in Beacon Hills, and even working missions outside of the country. You should be on that show too! You were just about to turn the TV off when Stiles came waltzing into the room, his eyes focused on the screen. “Whoa!” He exclaimed, his eyes focused on the scene of Scott nearly choking Liam to death. “Scott!” He called, snatching the remote from your hands before impatiently pausing the show. You let out an objection, only to be ignored by the senior.

Scott, followed by Liam, Lydia, Malia, and Kira came into the room. He hummed and looked between Stiles and you curiously, wondering what the commotion was all about. You simply rolled your eyes and turned to face the TV again, folding your arms in annoyance. You watched Stiles in your peripheral vision, watching as he pointed to the TV, his finger directly on the spit-image of Scott. Scott’s eyes widened and his jaw fell open, his eyes searching the screen. “Is that- Is that me?!” He shrieked and rushed forward, nearly knocking Stiles to the ground.

Lydia, who was the closest to Scott hummed in agreement. “Looks a lot like you actually.” Lydia spoke up, her eyes studying the illuminated screen with interest. “Same name, same face, same eyes.” She declared, tapping one of her cherry red nails on her arms. “A little bit weird if you ask me.”

“A little bit?” Kira huffed, turning her eyes from the screen to her boyfriend. She let them flicker back and forth, pressing her lips together as she gathered her thoughts. “It’s not just weird, it’s freaky, they look so much alike and I assume they act alike. It’s not just some character on a stupid screen, that has got to be him.”

“Well whoever it is, looks a little too much like Scott.” Malia growled impatiently, folding her arms as she began to glare at the image. “It’s like someone cloned him.”

“Guys calm down, its just a stupid show, none of it is real.” Liam reassured the pack, going over and plopping down next to you on the couch. He slung his arm around your shoulder and squeezed, smiling down at you. You kept your eyes averted and on the screen, blushing to yourself that Liam was close to you. “They’re probably actors, it’s a coincidence they look like us. Right Y/N?”

You shrugged and looked at your hands, playing with your nails to avoid everyone’s intense stare. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” You spat, pulling your knees to your chest as you lad your head on your knees.

“Okay, if they’re just trained actors, then how do you explain this…?” Stiles started, clicking the play button. You listened closely to the TV, hearing “Liam's” words to Scott, the same words your Liam said to your Scott in Mexico when Scott was a Berserker.

“You’re not a monster, you’re a werewolf, like me.”

“Holy shit!” Scott exclaimed, clapping a hand to his mouth. “That looks just like Liam!”

Liam took a deep breath and shouted. “Okay! Whoever is recording us needs to back off or something, because this is getting kind of freaky.”

“Someone’s watching us Scott. Someone is watching us and they are getting vital information from us to only turn it into a sick TV show.” Stiles growled, turning to look at the alpha with hard eyes. “We need to find out who is doing it.”

The pack started arguing and bickering, discussing plans and possible outcomes, and all the while, you sat there with a hard glare, watching as Chris shot Kate with the wolfsbane bullet. You clenched your teeth and snorted, you should’ve been there with Chris, you shot her with a wolfsbane arrow, so what the hell was going on?

You snapped from your thoughts and looked at Scott when he called your name. He sighed and began to talk you again. “What should we do?”

“Nothing.” You growled, getting to your feet before looking around. “You look nothing like them, so just leave it.” You hissed before stomping away, tears managing their way to your eyes. They were all so worried about the TV that they barely recognized that you weren’t there.

You walked out onto the porch, and sat down, putting your head in your hands with a cry. You weren’t okay with this, they had the nerve to complain about being on TV, when you barely got any recognition. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Liam asked, going to sit next you, his arm looping around your middle. You tried to fight him but stopped after it became futile. “Y/N, tell me.”

“You all are in that TV show! That’s what’s wrong!” You screamed, pushing back to look into his concerned eyes. “You’re all there, and I was nowhere to be found. Am I not important?”

Liam blinked and sighed, cupping your cheeks with a soft smile. “You’re important to me, to us, to everyone. Who else is a badass hunter who kicks ass?” He teased, leaning forward until your noses brushed against each others.

“Me, I guess.” You shrugged with a tearful smile.

“Not “I guess”, it’s a definite answer. Who is abadass hunter who kicks major ass and always saves the day?” He hummed, brushing his thumbs against your cheeks soothingly.

You smiled wider, swallowing before giving a definite answer. “I am.”

Liam smiled and pecked your lips quickly, watching the blush as it slowly rose to color your cheeks. “That’s my girl. Now come on, Lydia’s about to go on her rant about how weird it is to be on TV.”

Newt tried to catch the Niffler and accidentally saw you naked

Hi there! It`s not my very first imagine/fanfic but it`s my very first writing in english! (i warned you guys). Proud of myself but my english still is not that good so feel free to tell me my mistakes ;3

You came back from a party being a little bit drunk, tired and pissed off because of your boyfriend (ex-boyfriend, actually).

“No more emotions for assholes, no more. The don’t worth it, they don’t worth it” you repeated it as a mantra.

You were in your bathroom with your eyes closed try to calm yourself down. You felt no so good. Awful. You looked at reflection and sigh. You looked dreadful. You touched your forehead felt migraine just started hitting your brain. And in additional your neck hurt because of a heavy necklace so you took it off and put it on the corner of your sink. You was standing in front of the mirror so deeply daydreaming (it`s usually happens when you are drunk) so you got scared when somebody knocked at your door.

“Honey? Are you ok?” Queenie obviously heard your thoughts and come to check you.

“Yep. Thank you!” you started to take off your jewelry and try to calm down your messy hair.

“Don’t you want to come over? Mr. Scamander has a lot of fun stories…” you heard about this Scamander a lot, sisters seemed to be the biggest fun of him and you were curious about him too, but not today. 

“Queenie I am really tired. Next time, ok, my friend?”

“It`s ok, sweetie. Hope you feel better!”

You sigh and took off your dress. It was your favorite dress with some rhinestones and crystals on the back. And, unfortunately, with some wine stains. Your date (ex-date) just spoiled evening, your mood and your favorite dress.

“I hate this idiot”

You came into shower and turn on some hot water try to relax and wash off this terrible evening.You just washed your hair and turn around to pick up some soap but suddenly you noticed a shadow near your sink. Despite hot water you felt like you got froze for a sec.

“Maybe it`s just because of a steam” shadow became moving. “Or not.”

And then you heard like something or somebody crawling into your living room. You always let your bathroom door open and now you basically regret about this decision. Hopefully you put your dress with wand on it on the floor near shower curtain so you can take it without getting an unwanted attention.

“Niffler! Niffler! For Merlin`s sake! Come here!” 

You heard some whispering and it seems that a big shadow talk to a little shadow. You can still see a part of your dress on the floor and suddenly you see that a little creature try to pull some of the crystals from your favorite dress.

It was a last drop.

Your day went terribly wrong, your stupid ex-boyfriend spoiled the party and your favorite dress, your feet are hurt because of uncomfortable high heels, your eyes are itching because of mascara, you are starving, upset, and pissed off. And now this Niffler tries to make it worse? Hell no.You open the curtain unexpectedly so you can see a man on his knees on your bathroom floor try to appeal Niffler with a crystal in his tiny paws with your heavy necklace.

“Expelliarmus!” for a guy. “Stupify!” for a Niffler. 

You cover yourself with a towel but you were too angry to care about how you look like at this moment. You got frozen creature and come to living room where guy was lying on the floor try to get himself together.

“Oh holy moly it was the strongest expelliarmus I’ve ever had” he mumbled.

 “Get you little thief and get out! Now!”

He jumped with his hair in total mess, shining eyes, and red blush on his cheeks.

“O-oh I-I am so sorry! It was just…oh Merlin…I just”

“Shut it! Get out!” if you were a dragon everything is going to be on fire already.

“Yes, sure, of course” he took the Niffler. “I’m so sorry! It is my fault! Please take my apologies!”

You nodded and show him a door. Finally he got out mumbling “s-sorry, i`m so sorry, Niffler I hate you!”

Migraine got worse.

“Geez, I need some wine.”

Next day you were off so you just lying in your bed with warm blankets on and try not to think about yesterday night. Every time you started think about that a wave of shame and awkwardness covers you from top to the bottom. Obviously, they saw you naked. Forget about Niffler, he is just a creature but thought about guy you even didn’t know saw you…hm…like that made you feel uncomfortable.

You just want more wine and some ice cream. Or pastry.

Soon you were in the sister`s apartment with Tina eating some strudel with hot chocolate.

She was laughing so bad. She was almost crying. It didn’t make things better.

“Why” giggle “why you always” giggle “put yourself” giggle “into this kind of situations” giggle.

“Stop giggling! It`s not funny, Propentina!” you looked angry.

 “I was so scared! And it was just…freaking crazy!”

“Ok, I’m sorry, honey. But I bet it was ridiculous”

You answered nothing chewing strudel resentfully.

“Wine and hugs?” Tina knows how to make to feel better

“Here we are!” door opened and Queennie showed up. “I heard about what happened yesterday”  Tina giggled again.

 “So…Mr. Scamander? Mr. Scamander wants to tell you something.”

He showed up next to Queenie like he tried to hide behind her.

You took you wand. Just in case.

“No more expelliarmus, ok? I`m so sorry! I know it was so embarrassing for you see unknown man while you took shower, but my intentions were good! I`m not a pervert or something like that, I just tried to got my Niffler back. He is sorry to, right? “

Little guy showed up from his pocket looking extremely sad and holding nice big emerald.

“It`s his present for you. I don’t know what I can do just to apologies so… Niffler? Come on.”

He shakes his head refuse giving you emerald.

“Come on. I`m not kidding, mister”

Little creature became to look just desperate and put crystal on Scamander`s palm. This little scene made you smile a little bit because Niffler looked just adorable. And it was so nice of them try to apologizes so hard.

“It matches your eye color so I thought…” he became blushing and you feel that you cheeks are burning too.

“Thank you, Mr. Scamander. My name is Y/N“

“My pleasure, Y/N”  he gently shook you hand.

“I`d like to say I glad to meet you but after yesterday know…” 

Sisters started giggling and he gave you a smile.

”Despite that I still hope we can be friends?”

“Sure. But please take an eye on you Niffler then”

He started blushing even harder when Tina finally put a bottle of red wine on the table.

After couple drinks, you felt more free talking with Newt and he felt like this too.

“Actually, I want to apologies too. My expeliarmus was too tough and sorry for looked totally awful…”

“Oh please stop Y/N ! I was impressed by your spell and you was flawless I mean your body is just…”

“Newt!”  Tina and Queenie yelled at him but you started laughing.

“Too much wine for Mr. Scamander huh?”

“Oh please call me Newt” he continue sipping his wine decided to not talk at all. 

You were a little bit embarrassed but you understand. And he was so cute talking about all his creatures…

“Ok guys I need to go. Thank you for supper, you are the best. And thank you Newt for emerald. Its cute. And tell Niffler he is cute too.”

He smiled back and you felt like something warm cuddling you from inside.

Maybe it`s just wine.

Next morning when you left your apartment you found a piece of paper sticking on your door.

“Good morning YN! I just want to say sorry once again. I know the situation was absolutely stupid and it is all my fault. Do you want to drink some coffee together?

With all the respect,

Newt Scamander”

You starting giggling feeling something warm cuddling you from inside.

And it`s not a wine.

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Ashton: It was your first Christmas spent together and everything just had to go perfectly. However, it was going the complete opposite. At the beginning of the season you had promised one another that anything holiday would be done together, and done successfully. So far, you had burned the cookies that were supposed to be shaped like Christmas trees, they were now little circles of black, the time you tried to hang the Christmas lights ended with a quick trip to the ER and the time you were putting up the tree you ended up falling down the stairs and breaking your glass ornaments. There was still tons of decorating to do and no motivation to do any of it what so ever. “I think we’re Christmas cursed.” You told Ashton one afternoon. He quickly furrowed his eyebrows at you, “What the hell are you talking about?” He ended with a chuckle. You plopped down on the couch next to him, his arm going immediately around you. “Every time we try to do anything Christmas-y we fail. Miserably. You sprained your wrist, I fell down the stairs, god knows whatever else-“ “Y/N, stop it!” Ashton cut you off with a loud giggle, “You’re turning into some conspiracy right before my eyes.” “I just wanted to have a good Christmas, Ash.” You pouted, moving your legs into your chest and wrapping your arms around them to comfort yourself. “It’s not even Christmas yet, we’ve still got time babe.” He told you, rubbing your back. You groaned, sprawling your legs out onto the couch and laying your head on his lap. “I hope you’re right.” He kissed your forehead, “I know I am.” The next day you had to run to the store to pick up some more baking supplies since the first time had been a failure. While you were gone, Ashton had completely taken out all of the decorations that were in a box and hurried to put everything up in its place. He decorated the tree, which was something you thought was never going to get done, and made sure to put the first part of your present underneath of it. He also made sure to fix the lights so they would be on by the time you got back. Even as the time was ticking down before he knew you would be walking through the door he made sure to hang up the final touch on your holiday decorations, this one going right in the kitchen entrance, earning a wide smile on his face when he was done. “Ash I’m home, can you-holy shit.” You stopped in your tracks, your eyes falling over the wonderful lights and colors in your living room. Ashton stayed in the kitchen entrance, a motive behind his ways. “Did you do all this?” You asked once you turned around and saw him. “Yep, do you like?” He asked, his arms crossed over his chest. “Do I like? Ashton this is amazing! And did you even get hurt in the process?” “Well, I got a little glitter on me but I think I’ll be ok.” You shook your head at him, holding in a loud bit of laughter. Ashton smirked as you walked up to him, sliding your arms around his waist. “Why did you do all this?” You asked him. “Because, you need to see that we’re not under some holiday curse. And because I love you.” “You are seriously the greatest. And I love you too.” You pulled away from him, but he caught your arm, “Uh-uh, I put this here for a reason.” “Hm?” Ashton looked up at the mistletoe he had strategically hung and your puzzled face was replaced with a smirk, “I’m definitely not going to kiss myself.”

Michael: Michael wanted this season to be the best you had ever spent with anyone. His agenda all month long included nothing but filling your days with the business of holiday fun. Today, in specific, he was most excited to take you on a tour of lights on a horse-drawn carriage. “You are going to be blown away today Y/N.” He told you, beaming with happiness as he pulled into the parking space. Your eyes wondered over all of the light fixtures, mainly red and green, that were shaped like reindeer and snowflakes and all the things that anyone could associate with the holiday season. “I cannot believe you’re actually taking me on a horse-drawn carriage.” Even as the words came off your lips it was hard to contain your smile and your heart from beating out of your chest. You held Michael’s hand and walked up to the window, “Hi, I had a reserved carriage ride.” The woman nodded her head and began looking through her clipboard as he told her. You kept an eye on the pathway that had the horseshoe prints indented in the gravel, getting more and more impatient. The woman directed over there as a carriage pulled up. It looked like something straight out of a fairytale with a strand of white lights around it, assembled so it created this fancy swirl. You squeezed Michael’s hand, “Oh my gosh, Mikey look at it!” The horse was a piece of chocolate, its hair blacker than the night sky. Michael looked terrified as the horse neighed and became antsy, taking steps side to side. Once you were sitting on the red cushion of the carriage, the scene straight from the same fairytale as the horse began trotting its way through the light displays.  Michael sat with his arm securely around your shoulder as you cuddled into his side, watching and listening the music that played over head that was connected to the blinking of the lights. “Michael look!” You patted his leg, pointing over at Frosty the Snowman and his family dancing along to the song. He knew it was your favorite classic movie and laughed at you as you sung along to it. “Y/N you’re almost as cute as Crystal.” He smirked, pointing at Frosty’s wife. “Well you’re almost as cute as Frosty.” You snapped back at him. The next minute was spent arguing playfully about who was cuter then who, Frosty or Crystal. “Alright, how about we just agree that Chilly and Millie are the cutest.” Michael looked apprehensive and rubbed his chin in deep though, “Hmm, I suppose.” “You suppose?” You chuckled. Michael leaned into you and kissed your cheek, “I actually suppose you’re the cutest.” And you blushed, but silently agreeing.

Luke: He ruffled through his backpack that he had brought with him. The couch wasn’t exactly the most comfortable place in the world, but it was his only option seeing that your father wasn’t really set on you two sharing a bed. For the holidays, you had invited Luke to stay with you and your family. When you first got to your house, it was actually quite funny, Luke had you take him straight to your bedroom so you could begin unpacking, but within minutes your father was up there and asking “What’s going on here?” and “I thought we had a deal that you bring the boyfriend only if he sleeps on the couch.” A part of you thought you could get away with it, but the other rational part that knew your father so well, knew it would never slide. It was worth a shot though. Right before you went up to bed you made sure to spend the time with Luke until you were literally prying your eyes to stay open. “I’m sorry we can’t sleep together.” You had told him sympathetically. Luke nodded his head, “Nah, it’s alright. It might be a better idea I stay down here so that we don’t wake your parents.” He joked, wiggling his eyebrows but earning a slap in the arm. As he lay there unable to sleep, he decided it was a good idea to find your card and sneakily go into your bedroom and set it on your night stand so that when you would wake up, it was the first thing you would wake up to and spend the rest of the day smiling at the thought of it. Once he found the light blue envelope with sparkled snowflakes he quietly crept up the stairs. When he reached the top floor, he had completely forgotten which room was yours. “Why do all the doors have to look the same?” he thought to himself frustrated. There was light peering underneath the door closest too and figured that your parents were already asleep so they wouldn’t have a light on so he hurried to the door and opened it, holding out the card in front of him. So you might have been awake and he wouldn’t have been able to surprise you, but it was still a nice gesture. However, when the door was wide open, it wasn’t your room. Instead your father walked over to him with a menacing look on his face. “What are you doing?” He asked harshly, grabbing the card from Luke’s shocked fingers and opening it. He brought out the card and opened it, reading the whole thing. By now Luke was completely red out of embarrassment. “Is this for Y/N?” Your father asked and Luke nodded with a shy grin on his face. Your dad handed the card back to him and grinned, “Well, she’ll love it. And her room’s the next one down.”

Calum: It was way too early to even think about getting up, yet there you were, walking down the steps and hearing the loud cheers and giggles. “Did he even like them?” Your son whispered, “Duh he ate them. Maybe he just wanted a taste.” Your daughter answered him. They were huddled over the plate of cookies left for Santa and whispering back and forth about whether the jolly man liked the cookies the three of you had baked a few days ago. “Mom, look at this. He didn’t even finish one!” “Talia, we put out five cookies. There are only three there!” You laughed at her and watched her eyes go wide. She pinched her brother, “I told you!” “Shouldn’t you two be opening presents?” You asked them and they ran off to the tree where the presents were marked with their names. They were practically yelling with excitement talking about what they think they could have got. “Wait kids you know the drill.” “Yeah, no opening until Dad wakes up too.” Your son, Thomas, told his sister. “Who is ready to open presents?” Calum came hurrying down the stairs, giving you a good-morning kiss and then running over to his kids as they beamed up at him. You joined them, becoming more and more nervous for the time that would come when you would give them a gift from you as they each tore open their gifts from “Santa”. Every time Talia opened something she would hold it up, wanting her picture taken with the new toy. “Oh no way!” Thomas exclaimed, opening up a box that had a Neymar jersey and he held it up to his chest. There was a mixture of happiness and jumbled exclamation that mixed with the sound of paper crunching together as the time passed and they had finished opening their gifts. The rule is every Christmas that no toy gets opened until the paper mess has been cleaned up. “This is the best Christmas ever.” Talia grinned holding one of her new shirts in her hand. You had to hold in a laugh as you walked to the hall closet and grabbed out a bag for each Thomas, Talia and Calum. It was a bit of a huge surprise that you knew would either alter the mood positively or negatively, you hoped for the more positive one. About three weeks ago, you found out you were pregnant with your third child, leaving today the perfect time to tell the rest of your family. It’s the perfect Christmas present for the family and left you more and more excited as you handed the bags over to each of them. “What’s this? I thought we said no gifts.” Calum wondered as you set the bag in front of him. “Just open. You two too!” You flung your hands for them to begin and heard the kids start whispering to one another about their speculation. “What the heck…” Thomas said taking out the shirt that said “best big brother” and same with Talia except hers said “best big sister.” Calum’s bag on the other hand was a picture of the ultrasound. And although there wasn’t a full fetus already in your belly, there was enough to tell that there was definitely a baby. “Y/N…” Calum dropped the bag and walked to you, standing right in front of you. “Are you…?” He asked, knowing you would know what he meant. “Yeah.” You grinned, “Pregnant.” He placed his hands on your stomach and crouched down, “Holy shit-sorry kids-but holy shit! You’re pregnant!” “Wait, no way, I’m gonna be a big sister?” Talia shot up and rushed over to you, Thomas not far behind her. “Yep.” You told her and she started jumping up and down, “Ok, now this really is the best Christmas ever.”  

"(A Not So) Silent Night" One Shot

Author: coltsandquills

Summary: In the final hours of Christmas day, Demon!Dean and Crowley exchange stories of Christmases past.

Words: 1512

Warnings: None

A/N: Also on AO3


“You’ve got to be kidding me. The King of Hell, getting sappy over Christmas? Bit nostalgic of you, old man.”

Crowley had been seated on a bench in an empty town green for the last hour. It was late in the evening, and far too cold for any humans to be about. Also, there was the fact that it was Christmas Day.

Dean dropped down beside him, his warm breaths showing in ghostly puffs and smelling of whiskey.

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