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◦ pairing: reader x choi seungcheol

◦ rating: pg [fluff/crack?]

◦ word count: ~740

◦ a/n: I’m so sorry I’m like this. I literally hate myself for coming up with it, but I hope you have a good laugh. Happy holidays, @trbld-writer 🌟

m a s t e r l i s t

You just barely get to stuff the gloves into your pockets before the door nearly knocks you over. Arm stretched out, you catch it just in time and shuffle quickly into the warmth of the bakery. The sounds of glasses pressing into wooden tables over crowded voices nearly drown out the holiday music playing in the store, but to your pleasure, it is just barely audible nonetheless. The snow dusts off your coat, leaving a melting trail as you weave through. You can’t quite see past the crowd to the register, but there’s really no need to check. He’s always there.

As you get closer, his eyes find yours, and you look away. It’s just that he has the most spellbinding brown eyes you’ve ever seen, and your mother taught you better than to stare. So, you look up at the menu, lips whispering the names of the drinks you aren’t going to get, instead of his name. Seungcheol.

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Genre(s): Christmas Au!, SoulMate Au!

Pairing(s): Wonpil x Reader

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 1.2K

This was it, you could feel it in your bones! Oh my goodness were you excited, no, not just excited... ecstatic, exuberant, electrified, as many freaking synonyms for god damn thrilled you could think of and even the ones you couldn’t.

Every Christmas Eve, souls ready for matching would be paired with a innately colored ribbon to fin one another before the end of Christmas Day. Since you were a child, you waited (not-so) patiently for your turn. You had watched cousins, friends-even your siblings- find their matches, their mates. Oh, how desperately you prayed and wished for your turn.

And now, on this Christmas Eve, just before the clock struck 10, you were practically shaking in your boots as you imagined what it’d be like when you first see that little ribbon tie itself around your ring finger, silently attaching you to another life, another soul.

Your mother said she felt a shiver right before hers appeared, and you were anxiously awaiting for that feeling, the one that shoots through your whole body as your soul is pulled to another.

Pulling your hat snuggly over your ears, the snow falling softly around you as you tapped your foot on the balcony of your apartment, you couldn’t help but take a second to appreciate the moment. It was the perfect Christmas Eve, and not just because you knew in your heart that you’d find your soulmate soon. The day had gone by peacefully, all your gifts for the family wrapped and stored in your car to take over to your parents’ home in the morning. Having a deadline of midnight Christmas Day to find your soulmate was a daunting task, but one you had planned for every single Christmas, just in case. Everything fell perfectly into place and you couldn’t have asked for a better day.

So lost in thought, you almost missed the sound of the clock striking 10, but the jolt of electricity that ran up your spine was more than enough to pull you back to the pressing matter at hand. Just as you’d dreamed, you watched as a thin faint green ribbon tied itself in a neat little bow around your finger. You almost couldn’t feel it, but when you lifted your hand to tug it a bit, you felt the resistance from the other end. Looking out, you saw the line extend out into the night, leading you to your fate. Despite the long day, you couldn’t help the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You wanted more than anything to start searching for your soulmate right now, but you didn’t want to show up at an outrageous hour. Taking a few minutes to just admire your only wish coming true, you decide to slip your pajamas on and try to catch at least a few hours sleep.

You didn’t miss, however, the tug at the other end of the ribbon, almost like a silent hello or a promise to find each other. You fell asleep with the biggest smile resting on your face.

You woke up so early the next morning the sun hadn’t even risen yet. Pulling on your Christmas Day attire, along with a hat, mittens, and boots for the cold, you checked your watch to set a timer for just before midnight.

Tradition says that soulmates have until midnight Christmas Day to find their other half, before the ribbon vanishes and you have to wait until the next Christmas to try again. Most often, missing the deadline wasn’t that big of a deal, but there have been plenty of cases where things happen during that year in between that mess with the magic. Accidents, changes of heart, even death can cut the ribbon in two, separating the once paired souls. After all, it wasn’t a precise thing and humans are incredibly complex beings. Your worst nightmare was not making it in time, only to wait a whole year and not have the ribbon return the next Christmas Eve.

So, with great determination, you hopped in your car, starting off on your journey. First stop, your parents to drop off gifts. They knew how important this was, and you’d spared them no detail in the call last night before bed. Once that was done, you could spend the rest of the day following that cute little ribbon. The more you stared at it, the more detail you could pick out. The ribbon was quite dainty, a perfect shade of pine tree green, and you could even make out gold flecks that glimmered in the sun rays. It was beautiful.

The drive to your childhood home was quite the journey. When you’d stepped into the car this morning, you noticed your path followed the ribbon almost exactly. You couldn’t help the nerves building in your stomach as you ventured further, path identical to the ribbon, like it was leading your car. It was strange, to say the least. Was it possible your soulmate wasn’t that far? Would they live close to you? What if you knew them? The questions racing through your mind didn’t cease, especially when you entered your hometown, ribbon still guiding the way.

The closer you got to your home, the more the feeling grew. They were here, so close you could feel them.

As you rounded the corner of your street, your heart started racing. The lights on the houses, the snow falling perfectly, it was like you were a part of a Hallmark movie.

That’s when your childhood home came into view, and along with it, the end of your ribbon...right next door.

As your breath hitched, your foot immediately slammed on the brakes, not caring about the sudden stop in the middle of the road. You followed the ribbon with your eyes until it disappeared right through that big red door.

That big red door that you remember running through every day as a young child, following that mop of dark hair as you chased each other through your yards. The sound of his laugh floating through your ears, sending a laugh from yourself, even at the dumbest of things. Laying on his big couch in the den and watching Christmas movies until you both fell asleep in a pile of blankets. The late nights, the shared secrets, the entwined fingers.

Was it possible? Your childhood best friend, the person you shared everything with once, the boy you’d watched grow into a man and left behind one day in favor of the big city... could he be your soulmate?

You pulled yourself together enough to park your car in your old driveway, taking in deep breaths to steady your racing heart.

This is it, this is what you’ve been waiting for. In all honesty, you should’ve seen it coming. He was always there, your shoulder to cry on, hand to hold, ear to lend, secret keeper and everything in between. It’d been you who had been dumb enough to leave him behind, thinking it’d be easier to cut it off before you’d have a soulmate to deal with. How clueless had you been?

Approaching the familiar door slowly, like you were suddenly scared it’d eat you up, your brain ran through every worst case scenario you could think of. Maybe he resented you for leaving, maybe he didn’t like you that way, or maybe he’d even forgotten about you.

As you raised your fist to knock, the door swung open, revealing the person you’d been waiting your whole life for. Wonpil. He looked better than ever, taller and more mature than the last time you’d seen him. The sweater he adorned fit him just right, the color a perfect compliment to his skin. Not matter how much he aged, though, you still saw the little boy you stuck to like Velcro. You wondered if he still saw that little girl in you. The longer you stared, the more nervous you got, but his voice melted through all the worry, a soft look in his eyes as he gazed into yours. His hand reached out, finding yours, the identical bows brushing each other and slowly fading away.

“I always knew it’d be you.”

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Merry Christmas!

Love,

Moonie🌙

Pieces of a Puzzle

Day 23- sweaters @hpdestress

" Harry, have you seen my sweater Molly gave to me last Christmas?" Draco called from the bedroom while Harry was picking out his shoes for the dinner at the Weasley's.

" Should be in our closet " Harry replied back.

" I can't find it " He yelled back again.

Huffing Harry went to the bedroom to where Draco was standing in front of the closet finding the specific sweater.

" What does it look like ?" Harry asked

" It's a grey sweater with a DM over the front " Draco replied.

" I have never seen you wearing it, why now ?" Harry hummed as he knelt down looking for the sweater as well.

" I thought you know it's Christmas day, so let's wear what she gave me. It'll be like that I saved it for a special occasion, besides I think she'd feel good knowing I wore the sweater she knit me but it's nowhere to be seen " Draco replied.

" did you burn it ?" Harry joked but Draco didn't find it funny, obviously.

" Please Harry, I really want her to know that I care about her presents " Draco complained

" I'm sure you do, the broken vase stands in accord to that statement "

" I still have all it's pieces " Draco rolled his eyes at Harry

" and yet you never reparo it " Harry countered back

Draco hummed momentarily pausing his search" how come that never crossed my mind?"

Harry got up after that, exhaling harshly " It's not here "

" Where could it possibly be then ?" Draco whined

" I'm sure it must be somewhere but we don't have enough time to look for that sweater. Just wear any of them " Harry suggested

" But I wanted to wear her gifted sweater " Draco sighed taking a few steps back to sit on the bed.

Harry came and sat down next to him and took his hands in his own " If you don't wear her gifted sweater, she won't stop loving you Draco. She really really loves you alright and nothing can change that-"

" But-"

" No buts Draco- I know you want to show her that it matters to you and I know it does but losing that Sweater doesn't mean that, that sweater doesn't matter to you. Just wear any of them, she'll love it nonetheless" Harry smiled reassuringly at Draco.

Draco pursed his lips then smiled back, leaning his head on Harry's shoulder " I still wanted to wear her sweater "

"Then you can wear one of mine that she gave to me. I'm sure she would absolutely adore it " Harry smiled.

Draco nodded. He turned his head a little so his head was fitted in Harry's neck and softly kissed him there " I don't know what I'd do without you somedays "

" Absolutely terrible if I have to be honest "

Draco laughed shortly then was pulled up by Harry to get dressed.

They left the house in an hour and Draco as decided wore one of Harry's black sweater with small H's knitted all over. Upon reaching as usual they were engulfed into huge hugs and for an enormous amount of time until they would slightly push to breathe in properly.

When Draco was helping Molly after all the celebrations in the kitchen, she noticed his sweater and said " It looks way better than it did on Harry. I appreciate you wearing that"

" I love them. I wish I could wear these more often but I save these for occasions very special " Draco smiled at her.

" and this is a very special occasion ?" Molly asked

" Of course. You make it special "Draco smiled adoringly.

Molly's eyes filled with little tears due to the overwhelming moment and immediately hugged Draco " You are an absolute gem Draco Darling. Absolute gem"

Draco himself felt too overwhelmed and hugged her back " I love you Molly, I really do"

" Oh Draco-" she choked and hugged him tighter as her voice broke too " I love you too Darling, I love you too "

Little did they know Harry was watching them from the corner and smiling at the way the moment came into being. Harry knew what that affection meant to Draco. All his life Draco was suppressed of so many emotions, so many feelings that he wasn't able to express, love he didn't recieve the way he should've but him coming into the family had shown him ways to express his feelings more so than often and some turned into one of these beautiful moments. Draco finally felt loved and even though sometimes he doesn't admit it but falling in Love with Harry had made him fall in love with so many things that remained out of the count on fingers but he was so glad of that and Harry was even more proud of Draco.

The next morning when they woke up and checked under the Christmas tree of the Weasley house, Draco had received almost 10 gifts from Molly, all of them were the sweaters she might've knit overnight and having Draco's and Harry's initials. Draco had never felt so loved before in his life and he wept sitting there holding onto them tighter to his body enjoying the warmth of the sweaters.

" You like them?" He suddenly noticed Molly had came into the room and was watching him hold onto the sweaters.

Draco stood up and immediately hugged her for a very long time, no words spoken just the affection that developed in the moment. Molly herself didn't say anything but Just kept hugging him back the same way knowing that no words needed to be spoken, no sound had to be made to convey anything. It was only when Ron came into the room and joked about the universe probably imploding with so much love that they separated.

" I love them Molly, every single one of them " Draco said after a while.

Molly smiled in her acute, wide grin and sparkled eyes way that she does so often that said so many more things than the words that could've been spoken.

Harry had been leaning against the door the whole time and now finally he reached behind Draco and hugged him from the back when nobody was looking so they had their privacy " I was right, wasn't I ?"

But Draco didn't reply instead he kept smiling.

Harry, worrisome tried to catch a look on his face " Dray- baby- are you crying?"

" what- no -" he choked.

Harry chuckled behind him and hugged him even tighter, kissing the side of his neck " I'm so proud of you "

Draco hummed, snuggling himself into Harry's arms wiping the corner of his eyes " Thank you "

" For what ?" Harry asked smiling.

Draco only kept looking forward as the hustle in the house that started with Ginny who came into the kitchen with her flowy ginger hair and Ron's hands which roamed over the leftover cakes, Fleur who spoke posh-ly even yet, Arthur who came with his morning energy and his dad jokes, Hermione with her another day of helping Molly with the breakfast and the rest that fitted into the scene like the pieces of a puzzle.

" For this " Draco replied.

Harry looked forward to what Draco was watching and smiled himself. He was himself thankful for all of it and now he was even more happier to have shared this with someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It all started with just a train compartment with a ginger head boy who was messy, shabby, a smile so keen and a heart of gold.

This was supposed to be yesterday's update

Day 22- Family trip gone wrong || Day 24- behind the bedroom doors

HP DE-STRESS DECEMBER REQUEST OPEN

MASTERLIST

So... I wanna write a cute Christmas themed Drabble...

Should it be with Hobi or Jimin. Sound off in the comments!

Soooo...

I’m gonna drop an OT7 scenario type thing for Christmas. No smut, just fluff! 😍😍😍

Cookie Crumbs: Christmas Drabble

Warnings: 💕 - It’s alllll sugary fluff! Maybe some language and a good smooch at the end. This is soft Jin, despite his sarcasm. Don’t worry. It all works out in the end!

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Note: You and Jin are attempting to make Christmas goodies the night before Christmas and while the whole thing doesn’t work out quite the way you wanted, one thing goes better than planned! It’s all fluff! No smut. Merry Christmas!

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“I don’t think you put enough...” he grumbled, the sloppy mix in front of him definitely not the consistency for chocolate chip cookies. “Well I’m sorry, Jin! I don’t understand the different measurements here and you told me to ‘figure it out’!” He looks at you with something bright and amused in his eye before he holds up the measuring cups. “So which ones did you use and how many?”

Fuck. How were you supposed to remember?!

“I mean, that was like... five steps ago! I just put the flour and counted? Maybe... four?” Jin blinked. “Four what?” Rubbing your head, you looked at them. “I used the red one! Four of the red one!” You sigh exasperatedly as he chides you for not looking at the measurement, also for thinking everything was “American” and that four was definitely not nearly enough.

He attempted to correct it.

What the two of you ended up with was rather large chocolate chip cookies that were so thick and dry you’d need a whole gallon of milk (also not a thing as far as Jin was concerned) to wash it down. “It says ‘Doe’ right here... come on. I know your Korean is better than that!” You glare at him. “A gallon is bigger! You need almost... four? ... of those!” He glowers as he attempts to chew through a chocolate cookie mini cake at this point, grumbling. “Next time we’re just going to get the premade ones.”

You close the book of recipes with a huff and throw the cookie brick in the corner, grumbling. “Next time we go to the states I’m going to... buy you a set of American measuring cups and see if you can convert it! No help from google or Siri or that Alexa thing either!” Jin put his hands on his hips. “That’s not fair! American everything is nonsense!”

Scoffing, you throw a handful of the flour you’d been cleaning up at him, leaving him dusted in white and sputtering. “Hey! Y/N! You’re messing my kitchen up!” With a snort, you shrug. “Oh I’m sorry? This is your kitchen? I thought it was the Bangtan kitchen.” Jin grabs a handful of flour and dusts you with it, making you squeal as you attempt to escape it. “Nooooo! Jin! These are my good clothes for later!”

“Later? Where are you going?”

He is feigning innocence but you buy it, staying still to wipe flour from your eyelashes to see. “Yes! I have a party. And friends outside of you guys!” He looks hurt, and clicks his tongue. “Well this won’t do then, let me help.” You are about to say thank you when the tale tell crack of an egg over your head sounds off... right before the goop from within it settles atop your head. “KIM SEOKJIN!” You rarely use his name and he bristles immediately.

It doesn’t prepare him at all for what comes next.

You are suddenly armed with a handful of eggs and he is free target practice, pegged twice with eggs before he begins to slide over the messy tile. You drop two more, scrambling to stay afoot and suddenly you’re both falling. Hard. The sound he makes as his back hits the floor makes you feel for him, sure he’s had the wind knocked out of him. But... he’s holding you tight against his chest, securing you to prevent your pain, eyes clenched shut as he hisses in pain.

“Are you ok?”

He manages to rasp while breathing and you scramble to check on him, struggling with the slick floor. “Yuck! Eggs... Jin... we made a huge mess. And are you ok?” Your torn from our frantic attempts to check on him when he reaches up, fond smile on his face, to pick a piece of eggshell from your bangs. “I’m... perfectly fine.” You attempt to move again, not sure how to handle his change in behavior, when your hands slip again, and he braces you, noses bumping with the proximity in which you land.

“Jin, I’m sorry... I..”

And then he does it. He throws your whole world for another loop, a soft kiss sending everything astray. You hesitated, though, and he’s suddenly panicking. “I’m sorry... I should’ve asked and...” Silencing him with another kiss, you melt into his chest, enjoying the tender moment. He’s so gentle and calm, taking his time as he maps out your lips, and when you part, he’s grinning like a damn fool. “I think this makes up for the cookies. And the mess.”

You giggle and push his egg soaked hair from his face, nodding. “Ok... so... how about if I make it even better and say that... we can retry that cookie recipe... and I’ll skip the party... and share Christmas Eve with you?” The eldest laughs softly and nods. “Are you playing Santa now? Because I swear you just read my Christmas wish list...” After you two manage to get off the floor, using his shirt to mop up the egg mess, you successfully make a good batch of cookies, steal a few more kisses, and end up curled up on the couch while waiting for ‘Santa’ to arrive. “Merry Christmas, Seokjinie...” you whispered against his chest. “Merry Christmas...” he replied.

And it was.

Glitter and Glass: Christmas Drabble

Warnings: 💕 none! There is a kiss, of course, and poor Namjoon beating himself up, but other than that nothing big!

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Note: You and Namjoon are attempting to decorate for Christmas last minute to surprise the guys. While he’s great at handing the hanging and the cleaning, Namjoon severely struggles while handling delicate ornaments and he decides to make it up to you after!

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“Joon! That looks amazing!”

He’s perched atop a chair, somehow his height not quite enough for him to hang the garland just right. He’s desperate to get it perfect before the group gets back from Christmas shopping. The place already looks incredibly festive, and you’re tag teaming, you assembling the tree and opening the tons of boxes of ornaments he purchased.

He has eager hands tonight, though, and as soon as he has the string of lights wrapped around the garland and hung, he plugs it in to look at his handy work. “I’m not so bad at this!” Coming to stand beside him, you smile. “It’s amazing! Oh! I brought these. Find places to hang them!” He examines the bits of mistletoe you hand him, and raises a brow. “And just who do you think we will be kissing around the house?” You giggle. “I don’t know! I’ve seen you guys do it as dares. And it’s only until the 1st! So... maybe you’ll be lucky and won’t have to kiss anyone?”

As you head back to the tree, he bites his lip. There’s someone he wants to kiss, but he has to hang the damn mistletoe first. Once that’s done, he calls you to look at it again, but before he can set it up for you to come under it, the sound of the guys returning crashes his plans. “Dammit.” He mutters as you run to help them get in with armfuls of bags and boxes. “No! Y/N, get away! You can’t see!”

Jimin runs for his life with a massive bag and you giggle. “I told you not to get me anything!” Mistletoe forgotten, you’re back by the tree, and Namjoon sighs wistfully, before making his way back over. The first few ornaments go on smoothly. His mind begins to wander though, and he fumbles a bright red glass bauble with glitter in it, the ornament shattering as soon as it hits the floor. Yoongi and Hoseok are giggling with Jin as they unpack the groceries, and Namjoon’s pout makes you coo over him, broom and dustpan in hand.

“Joonie, it’s ok! I broke one too! Don’t worry.”

You spoke too soon. In the next thirty minutes he’d managed to kick (and step on) the same box, crushing all but one, dropped two more, and nearly knocked you and the tree over whole moving around it. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be doing this. I suck at stuff like this and I’ve ruined so many ornaments...” You’re shaking your head now, helping him pick up the pieces. His wince and grumble of pain signal your worry and the sight of him tugging a shard from his fingertips make you pout. “Oh, Namjoon. Come here.”

Playing doctor for only a moment, you had to laugh at how careful he was. Practically tip toeing around the bathroom, anxious and afraid to break anything else. “Joon, look at me...” you ask, and he nods, finally meeting your gaze as you finish wrapping the bandaid on his finger, and then tip your head. “What’s got you in such a frenzy? They’re just ornaments... and there’s no rush! The guys are already here. Let’s just finish it...”

He sighs. “I wanted it to be perfect. And just us. Like... time for me and you only.” You catch the shy dip on his voice, and smile brightly up at him. “Just us?” His eyes finally focus on you again and he nods. “Yeah...” Humming, you take his hand. “Ok. So... just us. We can ignore the others and pretend they’re not here.” He’s grinning, but as you lead him down the hall, he stops you, tugging you back into him. “Wait..”

You turn, confused, and then follow his gaze up to the mistletoe above you. He’s blushing now, and you feel the same. “You picked good places for this...” he laughs, and drags you closer by your waist, fingers gently threading through your hair. “Let me at least do something right tonight.” And the kiss he lit you up with was definitely right. It was perfect, your toe popping and everything. Hearing giggles from behind you, you turn to see Jimin and Jungkook wide eyed and red faced, surprised to see their leader and you lip locked. “Thanks for warning is about the mistletoe. And... Merry Christmas!”

Burying your face in Namjoon’s chest, you end up laughing as he follows, the two of you giggling as the younger two disappear, before you tug him into another kiss, occupying that space in the hall for a few more minutes. “Now...” you started, nose brushing against his, “How about you give the tree one more shot? I’ll help you.” And he agreed, promising to let you guide him. Surprisingly, he didn’t break a single ornament after that, the two of you finishing the tree with a star before going to dinner with the others.

Gift wrapped: Christmas Drabble

Warnings: 💕 none. This is pure honey boy Yoongi at his finest. He’s so serious but so soft and I wanna squish him. Maybe some language, and a kiss, but that’s it!

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Note: Yoongi is really struggling to get you a gift, waiting until the last minute. Afraid his gift is awful, he avoids you all night until you confront him and finally get it.

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Two Months Before Christmas:

“How is this so hard? Y/N is not that complicated!” He’s glaring at the jewelry on the other side of the display, frowning at the two he has in his hands. He can’t decide on size, style, or color as far as necklaces go, and he gives them back with a grumble before exiting the store and finding Hobi. “I hate Christmas shopping. What did you get for Y/N?” Hoseok laughs. “A little bag! Like all of mine! A satchel? Is that what they’re called? Mmm... yep. Colorful and hand beaded. It’s gorgeous. You can’t pick something? What about a perfume? Or... a gift card!?” Yoongi grumbles again, mood soured. “No... it has to be perfect.”

Two Weeks Before Christmas:

“This is stupid.” He’s scanned the merchandise for every fandom you were a part of. Lord of the Rings. Supernatural. He even dared to look at girl group items for you before he felt bad and closed the tab on his browser. “Fucking stupid holiday. Why do I bother?”

Two Days Before Christmas:

“So... this one is popular?” He eyes the woman at the counter cautiously as she’s gift wrapping the set of scents he selected. They were all name brand and high end, and he made sure you had at least five to pick from in case you’re not a fan of one or another. “Oh yes! These are the latest and greatest ones on the market! Don’t worry! I’ve put the receipt in the bag in case you need to return.” He rubs his neck as he leaves, feeling as though he’s fallen short.

Christmas:

He didn’t mean to avoid you... he just found himself naturally running when you popped up at the party. First it was a drink, leaving you chatting with Hobi and Namjoon whole he fled. Then it was snacks. The bathroom. Checking his phone. The bathroom again. More snacks. Another drink. Needing to talk to Jimin. He was running out of excuses and you didn’t look too pleased as your eyes met his across the room.

Fuck. How long was he going to do this?

He finally sets his drink down and runs for his room, not prepared to look at your crestfallen face for another second. He can’t hide for long though, not even making it to his closet before you basically kick his door in. “Min Yoongi, if you don’t tell me right this second what I’ve done to make you run from me, I’m going to leave and never come back.” Floundering, he begins whining. “What?! No, please don’t leave. You didn’t do anything! It’s me, not you. I mean it’s my gift.” He exhales and then takes a deep breath before rambling off another sentence.

“IwantedtogetyousomethingperfectandIsuckandIknowyou’regoingtohateit.”

Blinking, you’re stunned as you try to decipher the gibberish he just fed you before busting into laughter. “Yoongi, sweet heart, first, I’m sure I’m going to love it. And second... you didn’t have to get me anything.” He frowns, perhaps not having thought of that, and then quickly grabs the box to hand it over to you. “Well... I did. And... it’s this. And... if you hate it I kept the receipt for you.”

The box was perfectly gift wrapped, your name neatly scrawled on a tag attached to it. Taking the box gingerly, you hummed softly and then tipped your head. “Can I open it now?” His faint nod and flushed face made you giggle and you began to tug the side loose, gasping as your present finally came into view. “Versace? Salvatore... I don’t even know how to pronounce his last name... Armani? Wow... Yoongi...”

Your response was not what he was expecting. In fact, the second tears welled in your eyes, he was scooping you into a hug. And you returned it readily, burying your face in his neck. It surprised him, but also made his stomach twist in ways he’d not felt in a long time. He knew why you made him this nervous but he hadn’t considered it until now. And your fingers in his hair was nice. So nice.

“Are these happy tears or... tears of disgust?”

Your laugh and the soft shove to his shoulder made him grunt and he shook his head as you wiped your face and sniffled. “No! They’re amazing, really. Thank you... I... I got you something too. They’re probably not as nice as mine... but... you can’t open them until tomorrow!” He snorted. “Now I’m starting to believe you didn’t get me one.” Your shy smile made him smile right back, fingers brushing your hair from your eyes. “Y/N... can I... kiss you? As a promise that you did get me a present?”

You look shocked, but amused. He’s so charming in a devilish kind of way you never expected. “Insurance? Of a gift? Hmmm... ok.” And as your lips met, you felt something shift between you, like something unspoken was finally being said, sort of, which made your heart flutter and your stomach knot up. Parting with a sigh, you let your fingers clasp behind his neck as he dives in for another kiss, the two of you remaining there until a curious Tae came to find you, breaking your happiness bubble up and announcing to the entire party that he’d “found you”, eyebrow wiggle included.

Merry Christmas everybody! I’m going to try to get at least one more Christmas Drabble out, one for Hobi!

I guess the Maknae line will have to be New Years!

Pass the Eggnog

Summary: Dean makes Sam’s famous spiked eggnog, but he’s surprised when you decide to pass this year. Just wait until he finds out why…

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 653

Warnings: Fluffy, fluff fluff. Adorable Dean.

A/N: This was written from a Christmas request by @spnbaby-67​ that I’ve had saved since last year. Sorry it took so long, love, but I hope you like it!

Dean Winchester didn’t have many Christmas traditions, but there was one he always, always celebrated. Every year, without fail, Dean Winchester would spike the eggnog.

It had started out as a joke one year when Sam had spiked the eggnog with a hefty serving of rum, but Dean had latched right onto the idea, turning it into a Winchester family tradition.

This year, that tradition was celebrated on a particularly chilly Christmas Eve with Dean, Sam, and the newest member of the Winchester family, Y/N. Ever since Dean had fallen in love with and married Y/N, she’d been one of the few people to ever celebrate a Winchester Christmas, and she’d been one of the biggest fans of the spiked eggnog, but that all changed this year.

“What d’you mean you don’t want any?” Dean asked, holding the paper cup in front of her face. “It’s got extra rum, just like you like it.”

She exchanged a nervous glance with Sam and shook her head, biting her lip softly. “Um, not this year, Dean. I’m gonna pass.”

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