Request: Could you do 12 and 14 with Leonard Snart (Christmas prompt) Hugs and kisses ;)
‘12: “Why are you humming ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’?”’ and ‘14: “Ew being nice to people for two days. Not my kind of holiday.”’
a/n: hell yea Xmas Len! BEWARE: FLUFF WARNING
For some reason Len hates Christmas. Which is crazy; who hates Christmas?! With your reindeer headband on, you skip around the Waiverider, trying to find the blue eyed man. Each step you took jangled thanks to the bells on the antlers.
“I don’t want a lot for Christmas…” you begin to sing, music echoing through your head. “There’s just one thing I need…” your voice grows soft, into a slight buzz of the melody as you turn the corner. Your hands behind your back as your feet shuffle from one to the other, heading towards the main room.
But you ram into someone, putting a pause on your glee. You peer up to see Len, smirking ever so slightly. “Why are you humming ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’?” he drawls, huffing out a sigh while he glances down at you.
A smile stretches your face. “‘Cuz all I want for Christmas is you!” you cheekily muse, shaking your head from side to side. The tiny jingle bells ringing with your movement. Ah, how you love this headband.
Len eyes the reindeer antlers with his icey aqua colored orbs, a petty grin sneaking on his lips cautiously. “Cute.” he snorts. His navy button up crinkles against his body as he crosses an arm over his chest; the other arm being used as support on the wall.
One loud huff exits your lips and you pout. “Look, Ebenezer Scrooge, I don’t get it! Why don’t you like Christmas? Everyone likes Christmas! Why don’t you, Len, huh?” you whine, hitting his shoulder. “It’s when everyone is nice for once!” you protest, balling the end of your ugly off-white Christmas sweater in your fist.
For a moment, he’s silent; just gazing at you and your attire. “Ew, being nice to people for two days. Not my kind of holiday.” he shrugs nonchalantly, ignoring your (adorable) glare.
You give him a death stare, “Are you kidding me? Can’t you just…be happy? Do I need to get a Christmas miracle up in here?” you grumble, pouting at your shoes. “Can you at least wear the hat? Please?” you beg, revealing the bright red Santa Claus hat from behind your back; looking up at him with pleading eyes.
He breathes out through his nose, bending down to your level. “Fine.” You rejoice, jumping a little before sliding the hat over his buzzed head. The white pompom hangs to his shoulder. He smiles, rolling his eyes, “Lead the way, deer.” he snickers; his heart racing when you hold his hand. Christmas isn’t too bad Len supposes…
Prompt: There used to be six of us, now i’m alone | gang au | 2.4k words
Genre: Gang AU, violence, action, fluff (sort of), angst, reader x hoseok, reader x jimin
Authors note: So this is a new series, this first chapter doesn’t have much action but I still hope you enjoy it x
Warnings: swearing, violence
You stared at Emile, your boss, mouth agape and eyes stony.
“I still have Len.”
“Y/N he’s still alive but is he able to come here and help you? No he isn’t. We can’t have lone ranger in a society of gangs can we now? I’m telling you, you need to move on with another gang. This gang is a great choice because their position is just as high as yours used to be.” As she spoke her eyes screamed pity.
“How can I trust these guys?” You ran a hand through your hair and stared at the picture that sat in your hand. There were six boys, all looking dapper in suits with mischievous glints in their eyes. When this picture was shoved into your hands, Emile had told you to learn their names since you’d become part of their team. You let out a laugh of disbelief. Gangs were all about loyalty and trust yet here you were, sitting in front of a woman who was telling you to leave behind the only living member of your group to join another.
“These guys have been in the game nearly as long as you have Y/N . They’re on our side and are 100% trustworthy.” Emile re- assured you.
“You can’t force me join this team Emile. Remember who the real leader here is?” She looked down at her hands that sat on her lap. “Exactly.”
“Y/N please, y- you have to, it’ll be good for you. You can’t mope around for the rest of your life!”
“You’re right Emile, I can’t mope around for the rest of my life but can you at least give me time to mourn. They died a week ago Emile. A week.” She looked forlorn as you spoke.
“I already set up a meeting with them though.” She dragged on.
You sighed and pushed your hair away from your face, “I’ll do it. Now stop begging.” Guess there’s no time to mourn you thought it’s all about business, again.