#12 days of ficmas 2023

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day one: walking in a winter wonderland - steve harrington

day two: rocking around the christmas tree - steve rogers

day three: i saw mommy kissing santa claus - soldier boy

day four: dreaming of a white christmas - bi-han

day five: last christmas - diego hargreeves

day six: baby it's cold outside - johnny cage

day seven: christmas wrapping - homelander

day eight: all i want for christmas is you - poe dameron

day nine: santa baby - miguel o'hara

day ten: jingle bell rock - soap mactavish

day eleven: let it snow - tomas vrbada (smoke)

day twelve: the most wonderful time of the year - billy butcher

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Ice-scating with Diego Hargreeves please 🥺

ice skating (diego hargreeves x gn!reader) ficmas 2023

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 3 of ficmas!

a/n: sorry this one is so short, but i hope it still brings all the holiday fluff vibes that are necessary.

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Diego glared at the ice skates in his hand, looking at the rink currently populated by families, teenagers, and even the geriatric population. He didn’t want to ice skate. He didn’t want to be here at all. Except that you wanted to ice skate because “the-world-is-ending-and-if-we’re-all-going-to- die-I’d-like-to-do-this-with-my-boyfriend-once.” He had never been that good at turning you down. He just also wasn’t that good at ice skating. You, on the other hand, were a freaking angel. Diego couldn’t peel his eyes away as he watched you glide across the ice, smiling. You even managed to turn backward and let the skates take you. He hadn’t seen you laugh in a long time. You ended up sliding right over to him, hands stopping your motion against the wall as you stared at Diego sitting on the bench. 

“Are you going to ice skate or what?” You raised a brow, looking at your boyfriend in amusement. 

“I’m working on it.”

“You’re terrified, aren’t you?” you chuckle, poking him in the shoulder as he swats you away. 

“I’m not,” he snaps, letting out a huff of air. “Just…never done it before. Don’t want to embarrass myself,” Diego mumbled. You leaned over and took his hand in yours, your mitten-clad hand enveloped in his own. 

“You won’t embarrass yourself; you have me,” you smiled before gesturing back to the ice. “Plus, Klaus is embarrassing himself all on his own.”

True to your word, Klaus was prancing across the ice like no one's business. It's not that he couldn't skate (he was excellent). He was acting like he had taken shrooms before getting on the ice. Knowing Klaus, he likely had. His arms were wiggling around as he balanced on one leg and spoke out loud the whims and wiles of the ice. You were glad he was having fun, even though Diego was annoyed that Klaus had invited himself (again) to another one of your couple activities. 

“Please? We can get hot cocoa after,” You pouted, and with an eye roll, Diego finally relented. He tied on the skates and wobbled to a standing position, hobbling over to the entrance. You held out your hands, reorganizing your stance so you could support him if he started to fall. Diego slipped a little as he grabbed the wall and your hand, a panicked sound leaving him. “You gotta bend your knees, don’t freeze up.” He let out a hiss, which made you laugh, but he hesitantly moved one foot in front of the other, letting the ice carry him around the perimeter. You skated right next to him, reaching out occasionally to keep him studying. Eventually, he started to relax, and you smiled as he got the hang of it. Diego laughed excitedly as he let go of the side wall. He even whooped as he made his first lap without any help. By the second time around, you skated and grabbed his hand, interlocking your fingers with him. 

“Thanks for indulging me,” you said, looking up at Diego. He could be a stubborn ass at the worst of times, but he always made you feel supported in ways you hadn’t experienced before in your life. Diego brought your enjoined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm. 

“Ice skating is pretty cool,” Diego admitted. “Manly, since it has blades.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you chuckled, waving as Klaus circled you. To cause mass chaos, which you were starting to think was Klaus’ mission in life, he reached out for Diego’s open hand and dragged the two of you behind him. This didn’t work out with the intended effect and instead led to all of you sprawling across the ice like a hockey accident. 

“Klaus!” Diego growled, reaching to beat up his brother. Klaus rolled away, sending an apology as he skated away. Diego crawled over you like a starfish on the ice as you lay. “Are you alright?” You smirked instead of answering, grabbing the front of Diego’s jacket and kissing him. 

“I’m perfect,” you laughed. Diego kissed you again before helping you up, letting you lean against him as you shuffled over to the side of the rink. “Should we get hot cocoa now?”

“Oh, yes, please,” Diego huffed, helping you off the rink and holding your hand to the hot cocoa stand the entire time.

[upon-a-starry-night]

Christmas Tree Troubles (Nat)

Natasha Romanoff x Gender neutral Reader

Ficmas Masterlist Natasha Masterlist

Wordcount: 1.8k

Summary: You need a bit of help getting your Christmas tree into your apartment so you ask your neighbor for help

A/n: The beginning is the same but differs per character

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You weren’t expecting much when you knocked on your neighbor's door for help with your 8ft Christmas tree. Honestly, you weren’t even sure if they would help. You knew they were home. You’d heard the door across the hall open and shut enough times throughout the week to know they went on a lot of odd grocery runs at 1 am.

But you’d never really spoken much, a few times at community functions and when you’d see each other in the hall but neither of you made an effort to talk to each other. However, that was mainly because you were intimidated by how attractive they were. Still, they had seemed more on the reserved side. Never bringing anyone home or throwing parties at their place. They were a perfect neighbor on paper, but their loneliness often made you sad. 

Initially, you had wanted to invite them over at some point during the holidays just to make a new friend and help them be less lonely but it became more of a need than a want when you tried to lug your 8ft tree into your apartment by yourself. 

So you knocked on their door across the hall and prayed that they would be willing to help you out. You rocked back and forth on your heels as you waited for a response, just as you were about to give up and turn to ask another neighbor the sound of locks clicking alerted you of their presence.

When the door opened you observed their tired-looking figure, they were dressed in casual gray sweats and a loose T-shirt. They stared at you curiously as you stood there before their eyes drifted behind you to the large tree lying on the floor in front of your apartment door. They raised their eyebrows in surprise.

“Hi!” you waved awkwardly “Listen I know this is random and you’re probably busy so you can say no but I kind of underestimated how hard it would be to get this tree in my apartment and I already had to carry this from my car to here and I scared a bunch of people out of the elevator because this thing took up the whole elevator and-” You stopped rambling when you saw a hint of a smile on their face, you think this is the first time you’ve ever seen them smile.

 It’s cute.

“Sorry, what I’m saying is, can you help me?” You anxiously bit your lip as you waited for a response.  Her lips quirk up into a smirk as she crosses her arms and leans against the door frame  “I’m surprised you didn’t take someone out with that thing”

You huff out a small laugh at the tease, relief slipping out with the action. Shifting on your feet you play with your hands and try not to blush under her intimidating gaze. “Yeah, if I’m honest I think I picked up someone’s dog with it on the way here”

The sound of her soft laugh has a smile pulling at your lips. To be honest you aren’t sure why you’ve never tried to talk to her before, she seems amiable.

The elevator dings somewhere to your right and you look to see one of the neighbors you stole the elevator from. They step out and notice the tree lying on the floor in front of your door, quickly shuffling to their door to unlock it as you give them an embarrassed wave. You’ll have to bring them a tin of Christmas cookies to apologize.

“Let me grab my keys real quick”

You turn back to your neighbor only to see the door in your face, you awkwardly step back and move towards your tree to assess the best way to pick it back up. Just as you're attempting to lift one half you hear the sound of a door and look up to see your aid locking her door. She swiftly joins you by the tree, watching as you struggle to lift the object that was easier to lift 2 hours ago. Your arms were so tired.

“We can probably get it in sideways” Her voice startles you from your half-assed hoisting and you finally stand and stretch your back. Missing the way her eyes follow the movement.

You roll your neck to release some tension and fix your eyes on her small form. You really should’ve used a dolly or something, or ordered a tree online like everyone else, but you wanted a real tree this year and when you saw the tallest one on the farm you really couldn’t resist it.

“Natasha right?” You remember a blonde man knocking on her door a few weeks ago and shouting her name until she opened her door. You weren’t eavesdropping you just so happened to be getting some appliances fixed that day and your door was open most of the day for the repair women.

She looks vaguely surprised that you know her name, tilting her head and folding her arms in an accusatory way that makes you quickly explain your situation. You drop eye contact halfway through your story, her green eyes were really pretty but you felt like you were being interrogated when she stared at you like that “And you’re y/n”

You snap your gaze to hers and see the same smirk from earlier back. You had the feeling she did that a lot, like she wasn’t the kind of person who was wrong often, or she said “I told you so” at least once a day. “How- How do you know that?” Small hands disappear behind her back and

she pulls a small envelope from her pocket, extending it in your direction. You notice the handwriting and address as one of your friends and grab the envelope you know is a Christmas card.

“I got your mail on accident yesterday,” She shrugs “I planned on returning it to you today but you beat me to it”

Blushing you nod your head and put the card in your pocket, “Oh, well thank you” inclining your head towards the tree you speak up “Should we get to it then?”

The dip of her head is your only answer and you crouch down to lift your side of the tree, watching the way she mirrors your action. Together the two of you lift the tree and you're surprised at how effortless she’s carrying her side, although to be fair she does look pretty lean in that T-shirt and you’ve seen her in the shared gym a few times.

Kicking your apartment door open, you lead your side backward and begin walking through the door, careful not to trip on any of the boxes of decorations on the floor. You lead Natasha to a spot you had deemed the perfect place for your tree this year and the two of you maneuver until the tree stands beautifully upright in your living room corner. It’s the perfect spot right by your floor-to-ceiling windows that have a beautiful view of New York in the winter.

Dusting off your hands you turn to Natasha and smile, watching the way she observes your decked-out apartment

“Thank you for your help, is there anything I can get you? A drink or some cookies? I have to warn you though I’ve been told My cookies will ruin all other Christmas cookies for you”

She quirks an eyebrow, eyeing the plate full of ridiculously decorated cookies on the counter “Don’t be fooled by their appearance they are delicious”

Walking over to the plate you pick up the worst rendition of a reindeer ever attempted and wave it at her suggestively, picking up a dwarf snowman for yourself and sticking it in your mouth.

Somehow it seems to have convinced her because she walks over and takes the cookie from you, breaking off a piece of what you think was an antler but could have also been a hoof and plopping it in her mouth.

You watch as she eats it, trying your best not to be creepy but eager to see her reaction. Much to your delight she lets out a noise of pleasure that has you blushing and then quickly takes another bite of the cookie. You can’t stop the smile that overtakes your face as she devours your cookie

“Those are unfairly good. I’m going to need the recipe” She only acknowledged your presence after she finished off the cookie but you don’t really mind her ignoring you for your baking skills.

You bring a finger up to your chin and pretend to contemplate the idea “Mm I don’t know, I can’t just go around giving away my secrets”

Natasha squints her eyes at you but the smile on her face betrays her. The lull in the conversation seems to bring both of you to the realization that Nat has technically fulfilled her helping duty and can now leave. You can’t help the disappointment that washes over you. 

You really wanted to get to know her better.

Deciding to take a longshot, you fix Nat with your best hopeful gaze and ask her a question you hope she won’t refuse

“Do you want to help me decorate it?”

Much to your surprise her smile widens and you swear her eyes sparkle with mirth. She shifts her weight to one hip and crosses her arms, copying your earlier actions and pretending to contemplate her answer.

“I suppose I could be persuaded” 

Your shoulders slump in relief and you swiftly grab a creepy Santa cookie and thrust it into her hands. Gesturing to the plate of cookies you tell her to help herself to as many as she wants

“As long as you leave a few for me to give the people I traumatized earlier” You joke and maneuver around the kitchen to connect your phone to a speaker. You put on a random Christmas playlist and start the process for two cups of hot chocolate all while Natasha eats another cookie.

While the milk is heating you make your way over to Nat and lean against the counter facing the tree “So I was thinking we start with the neon tinsel” Nat wrinkles her nose in distaste and you laugh at the endearing action.

~

Two cups of hot chocolate, Christmas karaoke, and a debate about your questionable ornament choices later, and the tree is fully decorated. It’s by far the best you’ve had in a few years and you’re sure it’s all thanks to Nat. Although she was incredibly apprehensive to put some of your favorite homemade decorations on her masterpiece.

  The two of you are sitting on your couch enjoying a second round of hot chocolate while Nat eats another cookie when you turn to her with an overjoyed smile on your face. “Have you ever seen Santa Claus Conquers The Martians?”

Nat gives you an affronted look but passes you the remote anyway and you put the movie on and scoot closer to her.

By the end of the night Nat and you were cuddled on the couch as the two of you fell asleep to the dull sound of shitty Christmas movies playing in the background.

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This is my first attempt at Ficmas so let me know what you think!~Starry

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Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 11 Santa Claus (Bo Sinclair)

Only one more day after today of this years ficmas! I'm so sad but very proud of myself at the same time and I hope you have all enjoyed this mini series.

Notes: Minors DNI, Fluffy, SFW, No specific descriptions of reader or pronouns used.

'Yeah so then Lester said- Bo? What the fuck are you doing?"

You walked into the living room to find him peering out the window with his shotgun in hand.

"Shhhh darlin' I'm watching for that fat fuck"

"Bo what the fuck are you talking about?"

"That Nick fella you told me about the other day"

"Nick?....Wait, Bo goddamnit. Saint Nick is what I said. Saint Nick is Santa Claus Bo"

"Saint Nick is...Well what the fuck darlin?! You've had me at this window all day watchin for him"

You pinched the bridge of your nose with your hand.

"One, Bo it's the 23rd Saint Nick doesn't come until Christmas eve, second why the fuck have you been waiting with a shotgun to try and catch literal Santa Claus?"

"When you told Lester that stupid story the other day I thought you meant like a real person! Like someone was gonna come break into my fucking house!"

You couldn't hold back the laughter any longer. You held a hand up to your mouth to try and muffle the laughter but that only succeeded in amplifying it and making you louder.

"It ain't funny"

Bo grumbled closing the blinds and setting down his shotgun.

"Bo, Baby. I thought you knew about the whole Santa is Saint Nick thing. You could've just asked! It would've saved you some time waiting at the window with a shotgun"

your laughter died down a bit.

"What did you think was going to happy? Someone was going to come here and take me?"

You asked him, A beat of silence passed and you saw his expression harden for a sec and then it hit you.

"Oh my god you were jealous of Santa?!"

You exclaimed, the laughter bubbling back up. Bo sighed and with an eyeroll began heading into the kitchen to grab a beer.

"Bo Jesus Christ"

You coughed out with a final laugh before trying to catch your breath. Your eyes searched for Bo and you found him sitting on the couch with a beer resting against his knee with his hand wrapped around the neck of it. With THE most unimpressed look on his face that you had ever seen grace it.

"You done?"

He remarked before taking a swig. You grinned going to sit next to him and nodded.

"Yeah I guess"

You rested your head on his shoulder and he put his free arm around your shoulders.

"Plus the next thing your going to tell me is that you think the Easter Bunny is a giant bunny you can go hunt"

You felt Bo tense under you as he stayed silent. Yet again another shit eating grin appeared on your face.

"Oh my god Bo!"

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Santa, Baby | Bucky Barnes (4th Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this pic!)

Heyo! I’m back with another Christmas fic! I kinda wrote this one super late at night and haven’t done a proofread on this, so if this is shit pls forgive me 😅🩵

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics!

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“That’s so cliché! C’mon, I saw that happening from a mile away.” Bucky laughed as we both sat on the couch watching a bad Christmas rom-com, both of us sharing a blanket so that gives us an excuse to cuddle up to each other. He reached for his mug on the coffee stand in front of the both of us and brought it up to his lips, taking a sip and savoring the bitter taste of his coffee on his tongue.

I watched him drink from his mug as I waited in anticipation for him to reach the bottom of the cup. I smiled to myself and shook my head, my attention turning back to the screen in front of us. “You’ve never seen this movie! There’s no way you could’ve guessed.” I joked as he leaned his head closer to mine while his eyes stayed on the TV screen, his arm laid comfortably draped over my shoulder. “Just because I’ve never seen it, doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

He smiled as he took another sip of his coffee, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as the hot liquid slid down his throat. “Well, when you’re as hot as that actor, the bad acting and cliché lines are forgivable.”

“I’m sitting right here!” He raised an eyebrow and turned towards me. “Oh, that’s right! I forgot that I can only fantasize about being stopped at an airport by the love of my life who tells me how much he loves me and doesn’t want me to leave when you’re not here. Sorry, baby, you’re the hottest man I’ve ever met.” He playfully pushed me off to the side and laughed.

“You dork.”

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately.” He shrugged his shoulders and smirked as I let out a gasp. I returned the favor as he lifted the mug away from me. “Hey, hey! Watch it! You’re gonna make me spill it all over us.” He smiled once he realized he was untouchable while holding the hot beverage. There’s no way I’m gonna allow coffee to stain our blanket and he knows it. He smiled as he lifted the cup up to his puckered lips. “Oh you cocky motherfucker, just watch. Once you put that mug down, your ass is mine.”

“You know, I’m actually quite thirsty. I think I might just hold onto it.”

“Mhmm.” I raised an eyebrow at him and laughed, my anxiety starting to rise wondering how much coffee is left in his mug. How would he react? I’ve been keeping this a secret for a few weeks and the anticipation of telling him was starting to eat me alive. Is this the best way to break the news to him? I mean, it’s a bit too late now to take it out of his hands so…

“Random question, but I’m just curious…” He took a quick sip before speaking up again. “Have you thought about what you’re getting me for Christmas?” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Yes, I have. Have you?”

He nodded his head, a small blush appeared on his cheeks as he smiled. “I’ve got the perfect gift, all wrapped up and ready to go.”

“Oh, really? All ready to go, you say?” I asked. “Mhmm. I can’t wait to see the look on your face and doll, let me just say, nothing, and I mean nothing… can top what I got you. I’m callin’ it.” I reached my hand up to his free one and intertwined our fingers together. “Oh, I don’t know about that Bucky. I bet mine is better.”

He shook his head and brought my hand up to his lips, placing a quick sweet kiss on top and looked down at my fingers. “Nope, I’m pretty sure mine is.” I could feel heat rise to my face as I watched him, my mind becoming mush for a second. “As much as I love your gifts, I think I’m the one who's got this one in the bag this year.” I glanced at the practically empty mug in his hand.

“You know what?” He hummed in response, continuing playing with my fingers as he looked directly at me. “You wanna exchange gifts now?” His demeanor changed for a second before clearing his throat. “R – Right now?” I nodded, my excitement and anxiety to tell him the news taking over my next words. “I literally can’t wait to give you your gift. It’s eating me alive.”

He chuckled nervously as his eyes drifted to a random corner of the room. The mug lie standing up on his lap, his fingers gripping the handle. “But uh it’s – it’s not Christmas.”

“I know, but.. this could be a preemie present. I don’t want you to see your gift in front of everyone at Tony’s Christmas party. Too many people watching for something that’s meant to be intimate.” He smirked as he recalled last Christmas. “Is your gift you, doll? Am I gonna have to unwrap you? Is that why you don’t want people watching?” I playfully hit his chest as he laughed before finally meeting my eyes.

“Get your mind outta the gutter, Barnes, I was trynna be sweet here.” His eyes crinkled as he laughed. “Hey, I wouldn’t complain. I loved my gift last year, doll. Can’t help it if I got excited thinking it might happen again this year.” I covered my face with embarrassment as he adjusted his body, his leg bent as he sat directly in front of me. “Do you love seeing me get like this or something?”

“Oh, 100%.”

I pulled my hands away from my face, which I’m sure was beet red. He sat there, staring at me and smiled. “There she is.” I felt my lips curve up and couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Can – Can we please just exchange gifts? I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

He stayed silent for a moment and hummed. Something about the soft faraway look in his eyes and the way he bit his lip told me that my gift must’ve been something special if he’s acting like this. He glanced down at my hands in my lap and as if something in his head clicked. Seeming to come to a decision, he slowly nodded his head and looked up at me.

“Okay, doll. Let’s do it.” I didn’t realize I was holding in my breath awaiting his response until I felt my shoulders slump and a nervous smile creeped up on my face. “Okay… okay um..” I cleared my throat and took in a nervous deep breath as he spoke. “Ladies first.”

I glanced at the mug he still held onto and felt my heart beating erratically. My hands slowly reached for his cup and grasped it, taking it from his hands and lifted it up to his face. He raised an eyebrow as he waited to see what I would say. “Inside this mug, holds your Christmas gift.”

He glanced at the cup in my hand and smiled up at me. “Doll, I’m confused. Why wouldn’t you want me to see this gift in front of everyone at Tony’s party? It’s just a mug.” He laughed as he took the cup back in his hands. “I said inside the mug is your Christmas gift.”

“... Baby – ”

“Oh my God, Bucky, look at the bottom of the mug!” He held his hands up in defense and chuckled at my impatience, “Okay! It’s right here! It’s not goin’ anywhere.” He looked inside his mug and realized he hadn’t finished his coffee. He brought the cup up to his lips and began drinking the remaining liquid until he suddenly stopped. My heart pounded against my chest as he slowly brought the mug away from his face as he read out the secret message at the bottom of his drink.

‘We are pregnant’

His lips parted open slightly as I anxiously waited for his response. I began to play with the blanket that lay between us as I softly called out his name. He turned towards me and asked. “Are you… is this.. baby, is this real?” I nodded as he quickly placed the mug on the coffee table and brought my body close to him, embracing me in a bear hug. I wrapped my arms around him and felt my bottom lip tremble.

Tears began brimming my eyes as he held me tightly to him, letting out a quiet sniffle. “When – When did you find out? How long have you known?” I chuckled as I went to pull away from him but was quickly brought back in and held on even tighter. “I found out a few weeks ago. I took a few tests and they all came out positive.”

He buried his face into my neck and continued listening to how I found out we are pregnant. “I’ve been keeping this secret ever since. I haven’t told anyone yet – not even Nat or Wanda, although I’m sure they both know that somethings up.” I chuckled. “I wanted you to be the first person I told before we told everyone else. I didn’t want you to feel out of the loop or something if you found out at the same time as everyone else. I wanted us to tell them together.”

He pulled away and reached both of his hands up to reach the sides of my face, He sniffled as his glassy eyes met mine and we both just smiled at each other. “Baby… we’re having a baby.”

I nodded as he pulled me in for a kiss. And another.. and another.. and another.

His fingers ran through my hair as my hands stayed on the stubble on his face, not being able to move as much for how close he pulled me towards him. “You’re gonna be a daddy.” I softly spoke as my lips grazed his. “And you’re gonna be a momma.” I smiled against him and pulled him in for one more kiss.

“I love you.. I love you.. I love you..” He mumbled in between kisses as I giggled against him. His hand reached down and I felt the palm of his hand against my stomach. I placed my hand on top of his as he slowly pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine. “Darling, I… this is the best gift you could’ve ever given me.”

“Told you my gift was the best.” I smiled as he chuckled.

“You haven’t even seen what my gift is.”

“Doesn’t matter. This is as much a gift to you as this is for me.” He leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on my lips before pulling away. He held my hand in his as he rubbed his thumb over my ring finger and pinky as he tilted his head to the side before looking up at me and asked. “Can I give you my Christmas gift now?”

I nodded my head and wiped my eyes clear from my tears. He pushed the blanket that lay on his lap away from him and slowly reached his hand down to the front pocket of his pants. I sat there in silence as he suddenly pulled out a small black velvet box. His gaze stayed focused on the box as he took in a deep breath, shuddering and clearing his throat.

“Y/N…” With his free hand, he reached down and grasped mine in his.

Oh my God.

“Before I met you, I never thought I’d be able to find someone who makes me believe I deserve all the love I’ve been deprived of for so long. I never thought I could find someone who makes me want to be a better person. I uh haha.. never thought I’d find someone who I would want to start a family with..”

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes as he nervously blushed as he continued. “Being with you made me realize how much I want things. I want that quiet life in the country. The white picket fence with our kids running around..” He reached his hand down to my stomach as I felt myself become emotional all over again. If it’s because of the hormones or his beautiful speech, I’ll never know. Maybe it’s a combination of both.

“I want it. I want it all with you and no one else. You’re it, baby. You’re it for me and I want to spend every waking moment with you for the rest of my life. I want to be able to call you mine, forever. With that being said, I guess this means I just have one question left..”

He held the velvet box in his hand nervously as I brought my hand up to my mouth, trying to stifle any cry that’s trying to pop its way out.

“Y/N..” he opened up the small box as I let out a soft gasp. “.. will you marry me?”

I gazed at the beautiful ring in his hands and couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. Our lives are really forever about to change. With marriage and a baby already on the way, it’s making me wonder for a split second if we are moving too fast. His hopeful eyes and shy smile is enough to make my heart burst out of my chest and push away any doubt. This is the man I love and he loves me. I’m looking at the rest of my life in front of me.

I nodded my head.

“Yes. Yes, yes a million times yes.”

He smiled and grabbed the ring and slipped it onto my finger before bringing me in for another kiss for the night. I giggled against his lips as I thought about how busy we’re going to be with the baby and wedding preparations. He slowly pulled away and brought my ringed finger up to his face and inspected it.

“I’ve been waiting to put a ring on your finger for so long. Steve and Sam came ring shopping with me and helped pick out the perfect one. It looks even better than I could ever imagine..” I smiled at him as he met my gaze. “I think I chose well. What do you think?”

I chuckled. “It’s beautiful, Bucky. I love it..” I admired the ring as he moved a strand of hair away from my face. “I can’t wait to be Mrs. Barnes.” His thin line smile grew as he blushed at the thought.

“I can’t wait to call you my wife.” Bucky placed his hand on my stomach and softly smiled. I’m excited for what the future has in store for us. “You know we’re gonna be the talk of the party at Tony’s, right?”

“Oh definitely. That is gonna be interesting.”

“Mhmm and I bet you Sam is gonna ask to be the godfather of our kid.”

He laughed and shook his head. “And have our own kid grow up to bully me like he does? No way. Sam would get a kick out of it, I just know it.”

“He really would.” I laughed with him and looked into his eyes.

“You know somethin’?”

“What?”

“Who do you think got the better gift? ‘Cause right now, I’m thinkin’ it looks like a tie this year.”

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I hope y’all liked it! Please let me know your thoughts! Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

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˗ˏˋ THE MRS. CLAUSE ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — NATE MACKINNON x claus!reader premise — when she took the reins as the world's chief claus, her father forgot to disclose one very pressing hidden clause in the job contract…  cw — me getting way too into the lore of the council of legendary figures, reader is blinded by stress and nate is in lurrrvvv, and some mild angst wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ HOLIDATE ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JACK HUGHES x reader premise — in order to avoid the annual interrogation into his love life, jack hughes enlists his longtime friend to be his totally platonic plus-one for the holidays. cw — alcohol mention, jack being moody while luke and quinn are menaces, and reader and jack are idiots (in love, affectionate) wc — 2.3k

˗ˏˋ CANDY CANE GRAM ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — teacher!JEFF SKINNER x teacher!reader premise — their students decide to play matchmaker before a school dance; will their scheming pay off? cw — me using jeff as an outlet for the degree in education i don’t use bc i would like to be financially stable, jeff and reader being sneaky sneaky, kiddos trying to play cupid, and my history major jumping out! wc — 2.4k

˗ˏˋ THE NANNY ON THE SHELF ˎˊ˗ ➤ series masterlist   pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x reader premise — in erik's absence, his nanny takes over staging the family's elf on the shelf in order to keep the magic alive for his children. results are… questionable. cw — pre-relationship/pre-therapy erik being a dick and josie being sassy (if you can’t handle the heat, get outta the kitchen — looking @ you ej…) wc — 1.1k

˗ˏˋ TRADITION ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing — dbf!SIDNEY CROSBY x reader premise — it may not be the right plant, but it's close enough to justify upholding the festive tradition. cw — unspecified age gap (everyone's legal, dw), smokin' grass (oiud, a joint, mary jane, whichever term you want to use), 18+ content — innocence/corruption kink, adult language/dirty talk, sexual activity under the influence between two consenting adults, fingering (r), oral (r), slight exhibitionism kink, unprotected p in v + creampie (a very merry chrysler to you) wc — 4.4k

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˗ˏˋ FARMER’S DAUGHTER ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — foreman!JOSH ANDERSON x farmer’s daughter!reader premise — she’ll always remember the time she let her daddy's foreman soil her in the middle of his pasture… cw — backdoor play, costumes/roleplay (kinda sorta), + risky location/exhibitionism, implied age gap, outdated patriarchal beliefs, innocence kink, corruption kink, slight humilation kink, spit as lube, dacryphilia, slight overstim, unprotected p in v, possessive!josh x virgin!reader (outdated definition and beliefs here, too) and just general filth wc — 3.5k

˗ˏˋ BONER-KILLER ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — camp counselor!JACK HUGHES x camp counselor!reader premise — no machetes, no hockey masks… at least, that’s what he promised. cw — a few jokes about death/dying and murder, rather short n tame ("vanilla") barely-there spice from me???, jack being a little shithead (and a little switchy omg), a smidge of angst, and spoopy ending… (kevin heimbach hive rise!) wc — 1.4k

˗ˏˋ NEW PERSPECTIVE ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — (soft)dark!stalker!QUINN HUGHES x grey!reader premise — in his own shadowy domain, he could be whatever and whoever he wanted… cw — dom!reader + subby-as-hell!quinn (ngl he’s kind of a pathetic loser here, but that’s why we love him), m!receiving oral (perhaps too much idk you tell me) + cum play x2, quinn rendered dumb and speechless by his raging humiliation kink and his need for degradation (and an itty bitty bit of praise — quinn: new kink unlocked), i have been plagued w ball play as of late so im subjecting yall to it, mention of edging and orgasm denial, oh and just some pheromone kink bits and a cute lil oral fixation moment or two, nothing to see here! wc — 4k

˗ˏˋ LIVE DEMONSTRATION ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) ➤ series masterlist pairing(s) — camboy!MITCH MARNER x camgirl!reader (+ some special guests) premise — their first performance with a live studio audience! cw — cameos…bc cameo lol, public sex (a literal audience), unprotected boinking + creampie, some reach-around finger-bang action, unprotected coitus + cum play bc mitchy is nasty, praise kink influencer!mitch — "content, baby, content!" (name that vlogger lol), brief past phone sex (kinda? idk you'll see), discussion of sex work and the selling of items wc — 3k

˗ˏˋ A PEARL ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — captain!ERIK KARLSSON x reader premise — its the rum talking… or is it? cw — stranger sex and CMNF, 18th century purity culture and oral (f receiving)  wc — 600 (preview of my POTC au)

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˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 ��𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈���𝐇𝐓 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — firefighter!QUINN HUGHES x reader premise — over a decade ago, jack hughes broke her little sister’s heart. out of loyalty, she hasn’t spoken to his elder brother, quinn hughes, since. the holiday season is brimming with miracles; will a mended bridge make the list this year? cw — angst with a fluffy ending, quinn and the reader being overprotective idiots, named sister!oc (for the reader), kinda non-linear timeline, and less dialogue from me than usual wc — 2.7k

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — baker!NICO HISCHIER x wedding planner!reader premise — nico, the owner of the most sought-after bakery in town, has always had a crush on the reader, an equally popular wedding planner in the area. never more than acquaintances, they still bonded over a shared love of sweetening memories for their special clients. without words, he can tell something is different this time – something is wrong. something happened last christmas; can nico save her from tears this year? cw — angst, mention of infidelity (not on or by nico), a failed engagement and some scrooge-esque pessimism, and some tooth-rotting, cliché fluff! wc — 1.6k

˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — MICHAEL BERZATTO (fx’s the bear) x reader premise — he should be at the celebrating, but he isn’t. he was, but not anymore. not after she called. instead, he’s playing… knight in shining sleigh for his kid brother’s childhood playmate. there’s only one way for this night to end… and it won’t land either of them on the nice list this year… cw — unreliable narrator + self-deprecation, age gap, non-canon timeline for the bear (because i don't want to do math lol), mention of reader x ritchie and implied past carmie x reader, alcohol, a lot of degradation, thigh riding / dry humping, orgasm denial, spit play, unhealthy people in an unhealthy non-relationship relationship, a pinch of misogyny, slight impact play, and slight inappropriate use of a santa costume… wc — 2.9k

˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 ˎˊ˗ (social media au) pairing(s) — JACK HUGHES x reader; jack hughes x olivia rodrigo (iykyk); COLE CAUFIELD x reader premise — inspired by the song of the same name off of sab’s fruitcake ep cw — mention of cheating, me villianizing jack a wee bit, well-deserved cole love, and me having too much fun with famous!reader

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x nanny!reader ➤ series masterlist  premise — (set before the main story) every member of the johnson household loves christmas. all but the patriarch, whose heart seems to be two sizes too small. there is one person, however, who might put things right… cw — too much time in grinch!erik’s head, erik being a douche canoe for no reason and mopey because he’s emotionally constipated, alarming lack of josie and reese, and mel stirring the pot wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ (𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃) 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN (tg: maverick) x bradshaw!reader premise — a christmas miracle is orchestrated by the one person she least expects. cw — a cheesy nickname, mention of candy, an only child writing sibling banter, me not being over goose’s death (that i’ve only seen once because i physically can't experience that again), a smidge of angst followed by tooth-rotting fluff, a wee bit suggestive at the end, and my inability to keep a story contained to one upload wc — 1.8k

˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐑𝐒. ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — professor!SIDNEY CROSBY x TA / grad student!reader premise — red lips, green envy. cw — nameless biotches trying to steal our man!! power imbalance, secret situationship, references to sex but nothing descriptive, and angst angst angst but some fluff for good measure too, some oc deets added to the reader (nothing physical) for story purposes, and insecurity being a bitch but sid is so words of affirmation slay <3 wc — 2.3k new au verse coming soon!

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — MATTHEW TKACHUK x reader premise — during an island getaway, festive fury brings unspoken truths to the surface. cw — white people vacationing in hawai’i, mention of alcohol and liquid courage, reference to (past) underage drinking and (past) sex between consenting minors, mention of elementary age-bully, matty being a jealous, elitist douche via inner monologue and a loser-boy via sudden on-set of foot-in-mouth disease (very dangerous — stay safe out there, y’all!), reference to virginity / a lil slut-shaming, angst with a fluffy, suggestive ending wc — 3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐘 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — grinch!JAMIE DRYSDALE x martha may!reader premise — jamie hates christmas, but it may just all be a misunderstanding. cw — jamie being a passive aggressive baby because he's emotionally constipated, references to childhood bullying, emotional cheating / physical cheating (not on jamie or the reader, brief and kinda wholesome), jamie smoking a cig bc ~stressed~ (and a lack of healthy coping skills), mention of blood/violence (super brief), and references to an angel tree topper but no religion or religious components wc — 2.3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — single dad!MATT MARTIN x ballerina!reader premise — its the first role many young ballerinas aspire toward, and matt’s daughter is no different. however, matt has different aspirations for this season’s sugar plum fairy… cw — an age gap (unspecified, but mentioned), naughty things in a risky and wholesome location, me caring too much about stage costumes, non-hockey playin’ matt (implied), unprotected p in v coitus, and matt being a dirty simpy dog for his kid’s favorite person wc — 1.3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖! ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JOE BURROW x reader premise — an unexpected road trip with his best friend’s little sister becomes a bit more than joe bargained for—in the best way possible. cw — insensitive comment about concussions, awkward!joe 🤍's the reader, + reader has a fear of storms and an overprotective brother wc — 1.4k

˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — JEREMY SWAYMAN x reader premise — his california girl has never seen snow. this isn’t exactly what she had in mind, but she's not complaining… cw — this is straight-up p*rn. cum sharing/cum play, unprotected anal sex + ass eating from the back🙊, manhandling (affectionate), bondage via ribbon, spitting <3, minor objectification + minor discussion of injury, hints of overstim, personification of body parts, and dom!sway being a downright filthy menace ass man with a condescending potty mouth (pun not intended, but funny nonetheless) wc — 1.9k

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — TREVOR ZEGRAS x reader (established); JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader; MASON MCTAVISH x reader; background trevor x the boys; slight jamie x mason premise — what better gift on your friends to bestow than the gift that keeps on giving? cw — everyone’s a lil bi because why not, trevor is boyfriend of the year, mason and jamie bickering over whose turn it is to munch, tz + reader are switchy and mason + jamie are bratty and subby, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), accidental edging, trevor being a cocky menace and stirring the pot, and a wee bit of a cliff-hanger bc i'm incapable of controlling myself :-) oh, and the current pet name fixation of the week! wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 & 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — movie!MIKE SCHMIDT (fnaf) x reader premise — mike has something very specific on his list this christmas. cw — slight festive roleplay, breeding kink to the max (with the explicit intention of getting her knocked tf up), mike being obsessed with tits (and having a raging lactation kink), nipple play, dry humping & domestic dirty talk, no p in v (happens off-page/screen), mention of a past pregnancy scare, me wanting abby to be happy with every fiber of my being, and potential FNAF spoilers (honestly, not really) wc — 2.5k

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CHRISTMAS MIRACLES

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x reader

SUMMARY: Steve has never been a fan of Christmas, and he’s never been a fan of you… so what happens when he finds you in the middle of the road in your broken down car on Christmas Eve?

WARNINGS: enemy’s to lovers, swearing, kissing.

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

The town of hawkins was known by many to be cursed, or haunted. People believed that something evil lied beneath the layer of dirt that they walked a foot on everyday during their daily routine.

But during the month of December, everyone somehow seemed to ignore and forget their fears of this town. Christmas spirit seemed to spread everywhere, distracting everyone from the true events that go on in the upside down.

Including you.

Which is why right now, you were pulling into the parking lot of the family video plaza, on you way to get a Christmas film of your pick to watch before you go to see all the beautiful lights hung up around hawkins. One of your favourite parts of this time of year.

As soon as you opened the door of your car, you felt the strong winter breeze slap you in the face. You climbed out and closed the door behind you, walking to the family video store as snow flakes dropped in your hair and melted on your skin.

You stomped your feet a little on the mat to remove any excess snow before opening the door and entering the store, making the bell at the front door make a ding as it swings.

You were hoping your friend Robin would greet you this evening, but instead, a very disliked Steve Harrington walked out from behind the back, and gave a not so friendly eye role as he spotted you walking in.

He let out a slightly dramatic sigh. “Robin… your menace is back.” Steve complained, throwing his head back in defeat. You gave a light eye roll, trying to ignore him just before your lovely friend came rushing out of the back with a bright smile placed on her face.

She stands in the doorframe for a moment. “We got it.” She says happily like the energetic person she is, and you took notice to the fact that she had her hands hidden behind her back.

You raised an eyebrow. “Care to elaborate Robin?” You question as you take a step towards her, but Steve but a hand in front of you before you had the chance to take another step. “Nope. Nice try. No customers behind the counter.” He crosses his arms, blocking you from getting past.

You role you eyes once again. “Your such a dick… you know that right?” You question, pushing past him anyways, and walking right over to Robin. Steve stands there unimpressed. “Takes one to know one.” He mumbles annoyed, and walks away, trying to make himself look busy by organizing a random aisle of movies.

You ignore his comment and look up at your friend who’s still smiling. “Come on dude… just spit it out.” You tell Robin, wanting to know what she’s hiding behind her back.

She quickly takes her hands out from behind her back, revealing a movie box, which happened to be Mickeys Christmas Carol, making your eyes light up at the sight. Your hands reached out and grabbed the box from your friends as you stare at it happily, scanning the cover of the box. You were a sucker for Disney films. This one came out last year around Christmas, but it was so popular that you couldn’t find a copy anywhere.

You look up at robins who’s still smiling. “Merry Christmas!” She says. You smile in return, and giggle as you move in to hug her, throwing your arms around her. “I love you sososo much thank you thank you thank you!” You say as excitement takes over your body.

Steve moves closer and leans against the wall behind you guys, and takes notice of the movie your looking at, letting out a chuckle. “Jesus. Seriously? What are you, 5?” He comments as he makes fun of you for your choice of Christmas movie.

You turn and look at him over your shoulder. “Has anyone ever told you that you suck at your job harrington?” You shoot back.

Robin raises her hand in the air in return to your question. “I have. Many times actually.” She jokes, making Steve glare at his best friend.

You shake your head before looking back at Robin, and smiling. “This is amazing. Thank you.” You look down at the movie in your hands and smile. “I should head out before the roads get bad, I still wanna go check out Christmas lights.” You say joyfully, and walk out from behind the counter, giving Steve a glare as you do so.

Robin looks at the time on the clock above her. “Maybe you should just head home? We wouldn’t want you dying in a car crash the night before Christmas.” She comments, being her usual honest self.

“Jesus robin, don’t say stuff like that.” Steve says back, and you squint your eyes at him.

“Like that isn’t already on your Christmas list.” You say back with attitude, before turning around towards the door. “Merry Christmas Robin.” You cal out without turning around.

She watches as you push the door open. “Drive safe! Watch out for ice! Don’t get distracted by Christmas music!” She yells out, just before the door closes behind you.

Robin looks over at Steve and just stares at him, staring at you as he watches you get into your car. It takes him a second to notice, but he finally looks back at robin once you pull out of the parking lot, and he sees he’s being stared at.

“What?” He asks defensively, making robin give an eye roll and a shake of her head before walking away to the back of the store, leaving Steve alone. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander back out the window. He caught a quick glimpse of your car driving down the street, just before you turned the corner, and he lost sight of you.

He looked at the clock, seeing he only has 47 minutes left of his shift.

“Run, run Rudolph, Rudolph ain’t too far behind.” You sing along to the radio in a good mood, drumming the beat on your steering wheel as you drive.

“Run run Rudolph, Santa’s—“

You trailed off quieter and quieter as you drove up the hill, but noticed you were moving slower, and slower the higher up you got, giving you a not so good feeling. “No no no…” You mumble under your breath, giving a good hard press to the gas peddle, but it did nothing. Your car was stalling. Nothing was happening, until you noticed your car starting to go backwards. “Fuck…” you curse under your breath.

“Santa, make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down.” The radio sang as your car drove backwards down the hill slowly. You tried to restick your key in the ignition to start it again. “Come on you piece of shit! Drive!” You yell in frustration as you aggressively turn the key, and give a smack to your steering wheel.

“Run, run Rudolph 'cause I'm reelin' like a merry-go-round.” The song ends as your car comes to a full stop as you reach the bottom of the hill where you once were a minute ago. You angrily hit your steering wheel again and let out a groan. “Stupid fucking Volkswagen!” You yell as you have a mini melt down in your car.

Once you calm down from your fist fight with your steering wheel, you take a look out the window and realize you’re not super close to the lights. Or to home. Or to anywhere you would want to walk to in this snow storm. You look over at the movie that sat in your passenger seat, and you felt tears swell in your eyes. This isn’t what you wanted your Christmas Eve to be. And you didn’t know what to do.

Steve squinted his eyes as he drove through the mini blizzard on his way home from work. He wasn’t exactly excited to go home. He had no plans for Christmas Eve. His parents didn’t care enough to spend it with him.

Which is why right now, he was on his way to the light show at the end of town. Where he knew you would be. Why did he feel the need to go? He had no idea. Steve didn’t even like you. But for some reason… he also did. He was interested in everything you did yet tried to play it off like he didn’t notice you or like you. But he did. He liked your presence. He liked being able to make fun of you over useless stuff.

All these thoughts about you made Steve think he was imagining things when he saw a car that looked exactly like yours stopped in the middle of the lane. He didn’t bother honking since he could clearly see the car was off, so instead he drove around it, but pressed on the breaks when he saw you through the car window, and realized it was indeed your car.

Steve leaned forward and rolled down the passenger window of his car. “Hey!” He yelled loud enough for you to hear. Your head shot up at the sound of a voice. You were so busy crying that you didn’t even hear his car or see the headlights, but you were quickly disappointed when you realized the car contained Steve Harrington. You looked down as you rolled your window down, and looked up at Steve with a tear stained face. “Come all the way out here to make fun of me for this?” You say with attitude.

Steve deserved that. He knew he did. He stayed quiet for a minute. “Car troubles?” He finally says, not thinking before he spoke as usual. You let out an unamused laugh, staring down at your lap. “No, I just happen to like sitting alone in my car in the middle of a snow storm on Christmas Eve instead of looking at pretty lights… and watching happy movies with hot chocolate and cookies.” At first you say it sarcastic, but then you got sadder as you spoke and started crying near the end of your sentence.

Shit. Steve thought.

He looked around for a second as he tried to think. He looked back out the window at you for a second before letting his thoughts take over.

“Get in.” He tells you, making you look up with your sad face. You shake your head in disagreement. “I don’t want your pitty.” You tell him flatly as you sniffle a little.

He tilts his head. “Yeah well I don’t want robins wrath when she finds out I let you freeze out here, so get in my car. We can come get yours in the morning when the storms over.” He tells you, making you sit there and think about his offer for a second. You look at him and take a deep breath before reaching over and grabbing your keys, bag, and you’re movie out of the car before hopping out, locking your door, and hopping into Steves car.

He finally gets a closer look at you, and sees how much you’ve really been crying. You can instantly feel the eyes on you, and you look down ashamed. “Thank you.” You say softly, hoping to get him to stop staring. He gives a nod and looks at you for another second, before turning back to the road. He looks at you again. “Seatbelt.” He says before putting his car in drive as he watched you click the seatbelt on. You watched your car disappear in the distance as you look in the rear view mirror as Steve drives up the hill. You feel a little jealous seeing how easy his car can accomplish this compared to yours that broke down.

Steve turns up the radio a little as nothings gonna stop us now by starship plays, trying to avoid the silence that lingers in the car. He looks over at you as you stare out the window, and he clears his throat. “So…” he pauses and you turn your head to listen to him. “How long you been sitting in that piece of junk for?” He questions you, curious to how long you’d actually been sitting in the middle of the road for. You give a little shrug. “Not long. Maybe over 30 minutes.” You answer pretty honestly, and Steve let’s out a chuckle at this response. “And what, you were just gonna sit there all night instead of calling for help?” He asks without taking his eyes off the road, and also noticing the snow is calming down a little. You rolled your eyes. “No Steve, cause I’m not an idiot.” You say with attitude. You pause for a second. “Hopper said he was gonna come by at 10 after work.” You change your tone this time, informing him that you did indeed have somewhat of a plan.

He nods his head in understanding, tapping his fingers on the wheel. “Cool… cool.” He mentally slaps himself with that reply. He’s never had this much 1 on 1 time with you before. He was nervous.

His response made you giggle a little. He cracks a smile at the sound he’s hearing, and looks over at you quick. “Hold on, did you just smile and laugh at something I said?” He smiled, looking back at the road. Now you look at him, looking at the side of his face. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you’re not such a jackass.” You joke, and now he’s cracking another smile.

A few minutes of silence go by. Not awkward silence, but a comfortable silence as the radio plays, and you drive in a much calmer weather now. As you continue to drive, you realize Steve misses the turn that you’d usually take to get to your house. You wait a minute to see if maybe he’s taking a different way, but after a few minutes, he keeps driving. “Hey I live just back there.” You remind him, assuming he already knew where you lived cause he’s picked up and dropped of robin before. But maybe he forgot?

Except he didn’t forget. Steve nodded his head at you statement, knowing exactly where your house was. “Yeah… but your plan was to go see lights or what ever, am I wrong?” He questions you, knowing you fully sat in your car and cried about it.

“Well yeah, but.” You pause for a quick second, and your eyes light up once you turn the corner, and you see all the beautiful lights hung around the park and on near by buildings. You stare in awe out the window, and Steve pulls into the parking lot. You quickly notice this, and turn your body to face him. “Steve I can’t. I dont have my car to drive home now and it’s like 5 feet of snow to walk through on the way home. I think it’s just a…. wait… what are you doing?” You trail off and question as you see him unclipping his seat belt, and grabbing his winter jacket from in the back seat of his car. He pulls it from beneath the random shit in his car, and looks at you with a smile. “I’m gonna freeze if I walk around in this.” He gestures to the sweater he’s wearing, and smiles while reaching for his door. “Come on.” He climbs out of the car, pulling on his jacket.

You follow his lead and get out of the car. “Steve, you don’t have to do this. Really, I’d be fine with being dropped at home.” You tell him as you protest this nice gesture he’s doing for you. He finishes zipping up his jacket, and shuts his car door, looking at you with a smile. “Well we’re already here, aren’t we?” He tells you. You take a second and look at the beautiful scenery around you, and you realize this was you goal all along, and that your finally here. You smile a little and look at him from the other side of the car. “You’re right.” You smile brighter, and start to skip off. He chuckles a little, not used to seeing you this happy. He’s usually receiving your attitude, but this is a nice change.

You walk further into the park that’s full of people. Full of family’s with their children, friends laughing with each other, people with their cameras taking photos of the beautiful lights, and couples holding hands as they stroll around. You smile happily. “Christmas magic is contagious at this place.” You comment randomly, causing Steve to look over at you.

He raises his eyebrows at your comment. “Christmas magic huh?” He repeats your phrase, and you nod in agreement. “Look at everyone around us. They’re all jacked on Christmas spirit. Seeing everyone happy this time of year makes me happy.” You answer. Steve smiles at your explanation. “Wow. Didn’t take you for a Christmas junkie.” He jokes, and your head turns to him.

“What? You’re not?” You joke back. Steve laughs a little, but thinks about his version of Christmas, and shakes his head. “There’s never much Christmas magic for me. I usually spend the holidays alone while my folks go to some fancy resort on the coast.”

His answer makes you feel a little sad. Christmas had always been a big thing for you, and it made you sad to think Steve has never had that same experience. You try not to think too much into it, and you crack a smile. “Well good thing you found me.” You smile up at him. He chuckles a little. “Oh yeah, everyone needs a hitch hiker to find on the side of the road to spend there Christmas eve with.” He jokes, but not in the mean way your used to. This time it’s… funny. It’s friendly.

It’s nice.

As you continue to walk through the park, you see bright colours of lights everywhere, some in cool shapes of gingerbread men, and candy canes, and reindeers. Your mood uplifted with every cool thing you saw, and at some point you started to forget about your broken down car in the middle of the road, and all the stress of tonight was gone. As you talked with Steve more, you realized he wasn’t just the boring asshole you thought he was. He was a real person with real interests, and it made you happy that he was here to share this with you. Especially since he doesn’t usually do much for Christmas.

Several feet ahead, you saw a big Christmas tree decorated from head to toe in ornaments, lights, streamers and ribbons, and a big shiny star sitting at the very top.

You both stood in front of the tree, staring up at it. Your eyes and smile big as you stare in awe. “Have I mentioned that I love Christmas?” You say without taking your eyes away from the tree, making Steve chuckle. “Only a few times.” He jokes back, and you look up at him with a smile.

In the corner of your eye, you notice a small women with a camera around her neck approaching you. She gives you a smile, and Steve turns around to see what you’re looking at, taking notice to the women. “A beautiful couple like you should have a Christmas photo for memory.” She says sweetly as she points to the two of you.

Steve looks back and forth between you and the older women. “Us? No no… we just, we’re not actually-“

“Yeah sure, why not.” You cut Steve off before he got the chance to say anything else, and your response caught him off guard.

However, the women was thrilled with your answer, and grabbed her camera. “Alright, a little more to the left.” She said as she closed one eye and looked into the camera, seeing you were both centered with the Christmas tree, but still a small gap between you.

“Closer.” She instructed, cause you each to move a smidge. She was unsatisfied with this. “Even more closer.” She gestured with her hands, and smiled once the two of you were now so close you were touching, and you even sneaked an arm behind Steve’s back. “That’s better!” The women said happily. Steve tensed up a little, not knowing what to do, but took your move as a sign to put his arm around your shoulder, so he did. “Alright, big smiles!” The women says, making you both put on your camera ready smiles. The camera flashes in your face for a quick second as she takes the photo, and a Polaroid comes out of the top.

You and Steve pull away from each other, but still stand close. The women looks back to the two of you, and smirks a little. “Looks like Santa left a present!” She points up above your heads. You turn your gaze upwards to see a mistletoe hanging from a tree branch above. Steve is the next to look above your heads. “Huh.” He says questioning. “I feel like this lady set us up.” You smirk at his comment as you both finally look at eachother and smile. But Steve thinks about it. “What now?” He asks you, hoping you know what to do next.

You turn your head and look over to the nice lady who patiently and happily waiting to take your picture. It’s that moment when you quickly make a decision, turning to Steve. “Just trust me okay.” You say quietly. Steve’s confused by your comment until he sees you slowly raising your hands, and placing them on the back of his neck. He can’t even focus on the feeling of your cold fingers, cause he’s so focused on watching you lean in closer. His eyes widened as he realizes this is really about to happen… then it happens. Your lips are pressed together as you share a sweet kiss. He finally closes his eyes and relaxes, moving his hands to you back to support you better as you stand on your tip toes. But just as quickly as it all happened, you were quickly snapped back into reality by the sound of the camera clicking. When you pull away, you look at each other and share a look. A look that you never thought you’d share with Steve Harrington.

At some point the eye contact makes you feel a little flustered, so you break it. You look over at the women who’s pulling the Polaroid out of her camera. You give Steve one last look, and then he watches you skip off to the lady. He sees your face light up once you see the photos, and he smiles at the thought of the fact that it makes you happy. He watches as you give the photographer a $5 bill as a thank you, and wishing her a merry Christmas before running back to Steve.

You walk over and show him each of the photos as you also look at them yourself. “I think they turned out really good actually.” You smile. “Which one do you want?” You wait for Steve’s response, but when it doesn’t come, you look up at him and seen that he’s just staring at you, causing you to furrow up your eyebrows in confusion. “What?” You question.

He lets out a breathy laugh, and looks over, pointing at the photographer as he finds the right words. “What was that?” He laughs again, looking at you it’s a smile. You could tell he clearly wasn’t mad about the kiss, just confused.

You tried to come up with any sort of dumb excuse as you stare into his eyes. “Well… I could tell taking peoples photos make her happy. I didn’t wanna say no.” You tell him as you each still hold eye contact. Steve takes one small step forward, his gaze dropping down to your lips for a quick second just before coming back to your eyes. “Is that the only reason?” He asks, the sound of his voice suddenly forming butterfly’s in your stomach. You just slightly shake your head, not being able to move. “I don’t know” you say, and it almost comes out as a whisper, one that Steve can only hear due to how close he is to you. Steve smirks at your answer, moving even closer now until you’re pretty much touching. “Oh I think I know.” He smirks, and slowly pulls his hand up to place on your cheek, and pulls you in for a deep kiss. You put your hands on his chest as you melt into his touch, and he takes it as a sign to put his second hand on your other cheek, making you smile into the kiss.

You pull away after a few seconds and look at each other again. “You know, all of a sudden I think Christmas is awesome.” Steve comments, making you throw your head back as you let out a laugh. He swing his arms around your waste, and you threw yours and his neck as you look back into his eyes. “I really am a fan of this new thing we got here. What’s your new years look like? You free at midnight?” He asks with a cheesy smirk, making you roll your eyes. “Shut up Harrington.” You comment before pulling him back in for a kiss to shut him up yourself, leaning into his arms and smiling as you do so.

The photographer turned around after taking photos for a lovely family of 5, and once again saw you two kissing under the mistletoe, smiling to herself before getting another photo of this beautiful Christmas moment. When the photo came out of the camera, she grabbed it, and looked back at the two of you. “Hm. Young love… so sweet.” She says to herself before moving on with her night… but little does she know what a real Christmas miracle she just witnessed.

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Tis The Damn Season

♥ masterlist | request rules | 12 days of ficmas

♥ pairing: lando norris x fem!driver!reader

♥ synopsis: lando’s certainly feeling the pressure of gift giving this holiday season. he wanted to give you something to show you he truly cares and turns to the grid for help.

♥ wc: 1.1k - as always none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing and fluffy fluff fluff !!!

♥ a/n: first day of ficmas with some platonic norstappen <3

Grill the Grid Secret Santa was a video all the fans looked forward to. It was a cute tradition—but everyone always ended up with a bunch of random crap they didn’t know what to do with. But after pulling your name this year, Lando had to make sure the gift was perfect

“I don’t see why you’re taking this so seriously,” Max laughed. “Charles cut out pictures of his own face for me a few years ago.”

“How romantic,” Lando replied, drawing an eye roll from Max. “I just don’t know what to get her.”

Max took a swig of beer, “And you think I do?”

Lando sighed, “I don’t know… I just—I don’t want to get her some random shit object that she’s gonna throw away. I want it to be important.”

“And when I asked you if you were into this girl you said no,” Max smirked.

“Shut up,” Lando said with a playful eye roll.

-

Lando

what the fuck do i actually get y/n for secret santa

Charles

You’re not supposed to tell us who you got :(

Carlos

Get her a jumper

Lando

I’m not getting her a lame ass jumper

Pierre

…i got carlos a jumper one year

Lando

I’m aware

-

Lando sighed and clicked off his phone, the only light source in his room. He switched on his bedside lamp and wandered around his bedroom looking for ideas.

He stepped towards a shelf, a few helmets and tchotchkes on display along with a framed picture of the two of you from your karting days. Sitting beside it was a few broken shards of china.

-2023 Hungarian Grand Prix-

Despite the cheering in the grand stands, you could hear the cracking of your first trophy as clear as day. The beautiful hand painted porcelain hit the ground hard, breaking in three different places after Lando popped the champagne.

It wasn't his fault of course. Accidents happen all the time. It was still a shame though. The first woman to win an F1 Grand Prix and her trophy breaks?

"This is misogyny, actually," your PR manager Morgan said, eliciting a laugh from you and a few drivers.

"I'm so sorry Y/n, I had no idea that would happen," Lando apologized profusely, a look of sincerity in his eyes.

"No, no, don't be sorry. It's okay," you promised.

"Congratulations, seriously. You had an amazing drive," Max praised you while wiping the sweat off the back of his neck.

You adjusted your cap, pulling your ponytail through the space between the clasp and fabric.

"'Thank you," you say breathlessly, gulping down a cold bottle of water.

"Alright, post race interviews for everyone and I'll find out about your new trophy Y/n," Morgan said, setting the broken pieces of porcelain on a table.

Your head spun with ideas what was going to happen to the broken ceramic. Whatever you had in mind never came close to what actually did happen with it.

Lando thought, "Maybe I could try finding the rest of the pieces and rebuild it?"

Absolutely not. Give her own fucking trophy to her as a gift? How lame.

He played with the jewelry on his veiny hands anxiously, caring way too much about the impression his future gift would give you.

Within seconds of this he was struck with the most perfect idea. He tucked the pieces of your trophy into his pocket and quickly made it out the front door, ready to begin a perfect Secret Santa.

-

“Alright,” an interviewer handed you a small box that was wrapped with colorful paper and a bow. “We need you to guess who this is from.”

You shook it carefully, noticing some rounded ridges that stuck out. You gently slipped the ribbon off with a single pull, used the tip of your nail to slice through some clear tape, and unwrapped the gift.

From the moment you pulled it out, everyone knew it was a ring box. The black velvet encapsulating it said everything.

“Wow am I getting proposed to on grill the grid?” you joked, stirring a laugh from the filming crew.

You opened the case to reveal a ring front and center. It wasn’t just any kind of ring though. There was gold rimming around the band and the purple-ish pink design that stood out perfectly on the white porcelain.

Along with that was a folded up picture of you and Lando. The one from karting. The same one he had in his bedroom.

Your heart completely melted, remembering the days where you two were so close.

“Well, this is clearly from Lando,” you smiled with a soft laugh, putting a hand over your heart.

“May I see the ring?” the woman interviewing you asked.

“Mhm,” you nodded, handing her over the glossy object.

She squinted to get a good look at the design.

“This looks like the hungary trophies you know,” she said, looking back up to you.

“It does,” a crew member agreed.

You held your hand out for the small object back and inspected it yourself. It couldn't possibly be...?

It was.

You placed the folded picture back into the box and kept the ring in your palm.

“Hang on,” you pulled out your phone and called Lando as the cameras kept rolling.

“Can you come over here? We’re by Ferrari hospitality.”

Within minutes Lando made his way to you alongside Max.

“Is this from my trophy in Hungary?” you held up the ring with two fingers.

“Yeah,” Lando nodded.

“Did you fucking steal my trophy?” you laughed.

“Only like a few pieces,” he held his hands up in surrender with a playful smile. “There were some on the floor that I stashed in my pocket to figure out what to do with later. Maybe ask an FIA person but we all know I didn't get around to that. What do you know? They were in my pockets at the end of the day and i just kept them on a shelf.”

“Well good thing you did,” you looked at the ring and slipped it on your finger. You walked over to him slowly and threw your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a tight hug.

“It was one of the most, if not the most important moment in F1 history,” he mumbled against your shoulder. “I want you to always have a piece of that podium with you.”

You pulled away and wiped a tear from your eye with a laugh. With the memory of that day, the ring, and the picture of you and Lando as kids, all the emotions were starting to flood back.

“Fuck you for making me cry,” you laughed, using the sleeve on your sweater to wipe your face. You softly kissed his cheek and squeezed Lando’s hand before they cut the clip.

You’ll never live down that video. It’s mentioned probably a thousand times a day by fans alone shipping the two of you. But eventually, that first ring Lando ever gave you will sit on your finger right next to the wedding band he proposed to you with.

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

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[doctorroseprompts]

Ficmas 2023 is nearly upon us, friends!

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Without further ado, we present the 7th Annual 31 Days of Ficmas list!

1. Shopping 2. Family 3. Ice Skating 4. Ugly Jumper/Sweater 5. Cheer 6. Cocoa 7. Gifts 8. Lights 9. Biscuits/Cookies 10. Pine 11. Stocking 12. Candy Cane 13. Silver and Gold 14. Season 15. Candles 16. Shiver 17. Traditions 18. Gingerbread 19. All I Want… 20. Wrapping Paper 21. Ornament 22. Blaze 23. Festivus/Friendmas 24. Santa and/or Elves 25. Jolly 26. Unity 27. Love 28. Scarf 29. Snowball 30. Hope 31. Twinkle

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[writtenbygracewilliams]

What a year…

I didn’t post a single bit of writing in 2023, though I did write, and so in 2024 I set out to post one thing every single week. I kept it up until mid March when my phone (which I write, edit and post on) shat itself real bad and I was stuck on a very old missing lots of functions phone for five long weeks. I digress.

Though, in the month of little to no phone I watched a lot of tv and in that was Bridgerton. I then found a meme on Google images, scrolled their tumblr acc on the browser until it made me make an account and—as they say—the rest is history.

Yes, Bridgerton is the reason I’m on this app, but I’ve truly found such a beautiful sense and array of community. I’ve never been able to connect with other readers and writers like I have here.

I’ve posted 15 new works, all now complete, onto Ao3 this year, across 7 different fandoms. Four of them were new fandoms I’d never posted/written before! This doesn’t even include the five chapters of repose (she still exists I promise), the drabbles on tumblr, and my beautiful darling smau Obligated.

I still have plans for a 12 days of ficmas and starting the week after that (around the 11th of Jan) I hope to start posting weekly again. Though maybe ficmas will clear out the drafts/vaults lmao.

Truly, thank you to all my mutuals, readers, fellow writers and anyone I’ve ever chatted to on here for bringing me such joy and igniting my love of writing in a way it hadn’t burned for a while. I’ve had a big year in my personal life, but I have valued and appreciated this safe space of joy more than you could know.

Love you all, and here’s to more writing and perfectly silly fandom joy in 2025. To my first real haters I got this year, thanks for letting me know I’ve ’made it’ as a writer lmao.

–GW xo

[lilacliquors]

pairing: soldier boy x reader

word count: 1062

notes: on the third day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... soldier boy playing santa claus!

life had been peaceful the last few years. you and ben had finally gotten the chance to settle down, and now, you were the proud parents of twin girls, who were now four years old. finally at the age where they’d be more likely to remember this holiday better than the last three, and that made you excited. you and ben had gone a little overboard this year with the gifts, trying to fulfill as many little wishes on their lists as you could. this time of year was magical for a child, and even though ben grumbled about santa getting most of the credit, he knew the smiles on their faces would be well worth it.

the night of christmas eve, you hosted your family for dinner and gift exchange. and when it came time for your daughters to open their gifts from their grandparents, you and ben were more than thrilled to see the girls squeal in excitement as they ripped wrapping paper from barbie boxes and toy tool sets. they ran up to their grandparents and hugged them tightly, then went off to play before it was time to set out the cookies and milk.

“so, will santa be dropping by the house tonight?” your father asked, and you nodded with a smile.

“mhm, he sure will be. we have the sweetest little angels in the world. it would be a crime to skip them,” you replied, and ben nodded with a little smile.

what you didn’t know was that he had gone out of his way to purchase a santa costume. it had been tucked away in your shared walk in closet for about a month, and he knew that it would not only make you laugh, but it might thrill the girls to possibly catch a glimpse at the jolly man in red.

“well, it’s getting late, and the girls should be getting to bed before he gets here,” your mother said.

“right you are. don’t need any mishaps tonight. audrey! quinn! grandma and grandpa are heading out, so come say good night!”

audrey and quinn came rushing out of their bedroom and hugged their grandparents good night, then waved goodbye as their left your home. then, ben crouched down, and he set a hand on their shoulders.

“all right, you two ready to set out milk and cookies for the big guy?” he asked, and you saw their eyes light up.

“yes, daddy!” they said, and with a smile, you led them into the kitchen, pulling out the special plate and bowl you used to leave the treats out.

“looks like we’ve got some veggies for the reindeer, too,” ben said, pulling a bag of baby carrots from the fridge. the girls laughed, and they cheerfully began to arrange the cookies on the plate in the order they thought santa would be most likely to eat them, and then you set some carrots into the reindeer shaped bowl. you helped quinn pour a glass of milk, and then it was time for bed.

the girls settled in, and you read them your father’s old pop-up version of the night before christmas, just like he did with you. ben sat between their beds, making sure they each had a teddy bear tucked in with them, then you both kissed them goodnight before turning off their lamp. audrey and quinn smiled as they shut their eyes. they were worn out from an exciting day, and it wasn’t long before they were both fast asleep. you went down into the kitchen to wash the dished from dinner while ben disappeared upstairs, and you paid it no mind. you could hear the rustling to wrapping paper from behind you, and you figured he was just bringing down the gifts you had wrapped a few nights ago, so you felt no need to turn around to check. but you did have to turn to set the plates aside to dry, and when you did, you saw a brief flash of red. puzzled, you turned off the sink and crept towards the stairs, slowly making your way down them and into your family room, where you christmas tree was light with colorful lights. and there, you saw your husband, dressed in a santa costume, setting the neatly wrapped presents around the tree.

“oh. my. god,” you whispered, your hand going to cover your mouth. he chuckled, then stood and turned to look at you, his hands on his hips.

“nice costume, right?” he asked, and you began to laugh, walking over with a smile.

“it’s perfect. you’re too funny,” you said, reaching to play with the puff on the end of his hat.

“that’s not all. take a look…” he moved one hand over you, and you looked up to find a bit of mistletoe in his hand. you laughed again, then looked back at him, shaking your head.

“what am i gonna do with you?” you asked, and he wrapped his free arm around your waist.

“gimme a kiss, because those are the rules,” he murmured. he leaned down, and you met him halfway, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. the glow from the tree illuminated you both, and it felt like the most romantic moment you could have shared. until, that is, two tiny gasps pulled you apart.

“quinn! look! mommy’s kissing santa claus!” audrey squealed.

“girls! you need to get back to bed!” you said quickly, pulling away from ben to usher them back upstairs. they were giggling as they jumped back into their beds, and you pinched the bridge of your nose. of course, this was going to be the first christmas they truly remembered. how could it not be?

you went back downstairs and joined ben by the tree once more, and he was busy trying to stifle his laughter.

“very funny, benjamin,” you said, and he again wrapped his arm around your waist.

“if nothing else, this will be a holiday to remember. the time our daughters thought you were making out with a fat guy in a red suit with a white beard,” he said, and you snorted.

“great. what fond memories. guess we’ll have some questions to answer in the morning,” you murmured, and he kissed your forehead.

“if they aren’t distracted by the shiny new toys, sure.”

“... let’s hope they’re easily influenced.”

[perseephoneee]

New years party with kate bishop!

new years (kate bishop x f!reader) {ficmas 2023}

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 8 of ficmas!

a/n: I genuinely like this one, and if ANYONE knows me, then they know that kate bishop has been my hero since I read the comics in 2015. i hope this is okay for my wifey @mayfieldss

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Since your first year of high school, you have been attending New Year's parties with Kate Bishop. They were always hosted by your classmate, Agatha Maloney, a bubbly girl with a penchant for party planning. The parties involved games, champagne stolen from her parents, and enough fairy lights to brighten a small city. You and Katie would show up, eat all the hors d’oeuvres (you hated the spicy chips that Kate would always consume), and perform a Bon Jovi duet. And every year, you would wait outside watching the snow fall in clumps across the city while Kate was inside kissing someone else at midnight. You used to think you were just jealous that she could find someone when you couldn’t, but now, you recognize it for what it was. You’re in love with your best friend and can never tell her. 

It was the last New Year's before you split for university. You weren’t sure if you’d have another New Year again; if you did, it wouldn’t be the same. Your classmates would have new friends and new stories. New inside jokes that you wouldn’t understand. You and Kate were attending different colleges. It's the same city, but different. Kate had a lot more money to afford a fancy university, and you were scraping by with tuition (that you were thankful for, don’t get it twisted). But even next year, what would you do when you didn’t share the same wavelength?

It didn’t stop the two of you from laughing as you bound up the doorsteps to Agatha’s. Kate wore a simple, long-sleeve black dress that ended at her knees and matching ankle boots that still made her look beautiful but rugged. You opted for a strapless jumpsuit. You and Kate had a weird apparel rule: if one person wore a dress, the other wore a jumpsuit. So that you always compliment the other person. 

“OMG, you guys came!” Agatha squealed as you approached the front door. Her blond hair was curled like a ‘20s flapper girl, her lips the color of bubblegum. She hugged both of you, almost suffocating you with her grip. “I’m so excited you came here for our last official hurrah. It’s not a party unless the dynamic duo is here.”

“You always know how to make us feel welcome,” you mumble, trying to dislodge yourself from her arms. Agatha was a sweet girl but very intense. And pushy. 

“You can let go now,” Kate choked, sending you a look of distress as Agatha officially detached herself. Kate sent you a look as you both followed Agatha into the house. Most of your classmates were experiencing the wonders of intoxication, and you appeared not to have missed a single critical moment. “Is it just me, or does she get crazier yearly?”

“She’s certifiable,” you chuckle, nudging Kate as you make a bee-line to the snacks. You shove your mouth full of pretzels and tomato cheese covered in balsamic vinegar. There’s a name for the snack, but you can’t remember and don’t care as you let the tastes overwhelm your tongue. As usual, Kate eats the hot Cheetos until her fingers are dyed red. She smiles at you over red Cheeto dust, and you think that even though she is messy, she looks beautiful. Instead of saying so, you just make fun of her. 

“Do you think that a cheetah has seen a Cheeto and thought, that’s cannibalism?” Kate asks you, eating more Cheetos. 

“I think you’re crazy,” you laugh, grabbing a plastic flute for the champagne and pouring you and Katie a glass. “A cheetah is more likely to wonder how it became a mascot wearing sunglasses.”

“Because it’s the cool thing to do, obviously,” Kate took the glass you handed her, taking a sip before excitedly motioning to the set-up karaoke machine. “Showtime!”

Every year, you debated what to perform. And you still ended up doing “Wanted Dead or Alive” by Bon Jovi every year. You needed to spice up your choices, but you two were old souls who got too impassioned with Bon Jovi. During the instrumental breaks, you guys would yell out how many measures were left and march across the stage. You even had experimental pop star names (“If Beyonce goes by Sasha Fierce on stage, why shouldn’t we?” said Kate). 

You finished your duet to a round of applause like always. And just as you finished, one of the attendees turned on the New York countdown so everyone could wait till the ball dropped and the new year was ushered in. You averted your eyes when you saw Stephanie from your chemistry class taking second glances at Kate. You ignored the feeling that gripped your heart when you saw Kate looking back. You thought this would be a good cue to step outside, like every year, and watch the snow fall as you ignored your heart breaking into pieces inside the house. 

The balcony was covered in a light layer of frost. Agatha’s home always had boughs of greenery wrapped around the terrace, with beautiful sparkling lights that reflected the city spread out before you. You wrapped your coat tighter around yourself, letting your breath fog in front of you. You huffed like a dragon and giggled to yourself. You liked seeing the tall buildings sprawled out in front of you, the little houses in front like a treeline to the secrets further back. The sounds of the ten-minute countdown could be heard from inside, but you let it become a dull sound in your ears. You were in blissful silence until you heard the balcony door close behind you. 

“Aren’t you freezing?” Katie asked, coming up right next to you. You look over, noticing she put on her coat and a beanie to fight the freeze. 

“It gets stuffy in there,” you turned back to the city, feeling the heat of Kate’s arm next to yours.

“I hear that; it’s like a sauna,” she chuckles. You sit in silence for a while. “Can I ask a question?” You gesture for Kate to continue. 

“Why do you come out here every year?”

You let the question hang in the air, unsure how to answer. How do you tell someone that you leave because you’re in love with them? Because watching them kiss someone else kills you? Because you want to grab and kiss them as firecrackers erupt in the air, just like they would in your heart? You opt to lie instead. 

“I don’t like watching people make out,” you awkwardly chuckle. “PDA is weird.” Kate gives you a look that tells you she doesn’t believe you. Your breath is shaky as you exhale. “Maybe there’s no one available worth kissing.”

You freeze up as Kate grabs your hand with her own, intertwining your fingers. Her hands are rough and calloused from all her physical activities, compared to your soft ones untouched by nature. 

“The person I would want to share my kiss with is never here,” Kate whispers. “She always goes outside and hides.”

Your heartbeat is heard in your ears to the point where you almost miss the countdown starting from inside. You make eye contact with Kate, her blue eyes wide as she looks at you. She seems as nervous as you are, making you feel better. The party attendees start to count down from ten. 

“Y/N,” Kate says, snow coating her hair in beautiful crystals. 

There are only five seconds left on the clock. When it hits one, you lean forward and kiss Kate, enjoying the gasp she lets out from surprise. Cheers are heard not just from inside but from the city, neighbors, and everywhere as people welcome the new year. Your hand cups her face, twisting in her black hair as she wraps her arms around your middle, pulling you close. You feel freezing and yet on fire as you kiss the love of your life on New Year’s Eve. A bad taste makes you pull away. 

“Did you eat hot Cheetos right before this?” you mumble, grimacing at the spiciness on your tongue. Kate laughs, a full-bodied laugh that is your favorite sound in the world. 

“I stress eat when I’m nervous.”

“It tastes disgusting.”

“Oh shut up,” Kate chuckles, kissing you again. And again. And again.

[upon-a-starry-night]

Ficmas!

A/n: I've never done a Ficmas before so it might be a bit different then what you're used to. I've used multiple characters for some of the prompts so they might have the same intro but I promise their outcomes will be different

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🎄Prompt 1: You need a bit of help getting your Christmas tree into your apartment so you ask your neighbor for help

★Spencer Reid

★Natasha Romanoff

★MoonKnight

🎄Prompt 2: Fake dating at a Christmas party...with your boss

★Kylo Ren

🎄Prompt 3: Mistletoe

★Connor(Dbh)

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I still need some more prompt ideas so if you guys have any let me know please!! ~ Starry

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's 12 Days of Ficmas: Day 8 Silver and Gold (William Afton)

See what I did with that title *wink wink*Day 8 is here! I'm really proud of the inspo for this one. I watched Rudolph the red nosed reindeer with my parents the other week so this is basically that.

Notes: Minors DNI, SFW, Fluff, No specific descriptions or pronouns used for the reader, William Afton is a warning in himself. William calls reader Bunny as a pet name.

"William it's almost Christmas, you promised me-'

"I know bunny, I know. I'm sorry but I have to get this work on the animatronics done tonight"

He held the door to the pizzeria open for you as the two of you stepped inside. You had made him promise that he would put work on a back burner with the impending holidays but this was an "Emergency" according to him.

You trudged in behind him, purposefully dragging your feet in protest. You knew once William was sat down he was going to be here until he was done and not a minute sooner.

"Bunny c'mon, don't be like that"

William commanded without interrupting his stride. You sighed and rolled your eyes, but picked up your feet anyway. If you had to be stuck here a few days before Christmas with William the last thing you wanted was for it to be an angry William.

The two of you made it into the small parts and services offices in the back, this room always creeped you out for some reason but you could never put your finger on it.

You took a place on the chair that William had once rolled in for you as you watched him start to get set up. The old spring suit was already laid on the table awaiting repair.

There was always something about that old golden rabbit spring suit that made you think it was William favorite out of all of them. It was the only one he took such extra care of.

"How long is it going to take you think?"

You asked him, he looked over at you for a moment before shrugging.

"I don't know Bunny, why?"

"Rudolph the red nose reindeer comes on tonight and I wanted us to watch it"

"Rudolph? baby do I look like the type of guy to watch a kids movie?"

"Ya know I really would've pegged the man who owns a literal pizzeria to maybe like a kids movie"

William chuckled a bit at that, never taking his eyes off the animatronic.

"I guess that would make sense wouldn't it Bunny, You've got your own silver and gold right here though"

"Silver and gold? Like the song from Rudolph?"

Willian nodded, lifting the head of the animatronic spring suit up to you. He showed you the golden fabric covering then the silver endoskeleton underneath.

"Not really the silver and gold I had in mind Will"

You said but smiled never the less.

"Well Bunny it might have to do this time around anyway"

"Why do you like that one so much anyway?"

Will shot you a confused look.

"Like what so much?"

"That animatronic suit, it's like your favorite"

"Oh, uh well this one is sorta a...passion project ya know?"

Will started to get noticeably jittery but you knew he didn't really like to talk about the pizzeria in depth as it was so you didn't think anything of it.

"Sorry Will, I didn't mean to pry but you never talk to me about the pizzeria and I was just curious"

"It's ok Bunny, hey why don't I put this away for tonight and we go and watch Rudolph"

"Are you sure Will? I know you like to finish what you start when it comes to work"

He nodded, and began to put his tool aways. Before standing up and reaching for your hand.

"C'mon Bunny, let's go get you some silver and gold huh?"

You nodded taking William's hand as he lead you out of the pizzeria. One day maybe William would tell you more about his silver and gold and the rest of the animatronics, but for now Yukon Cornelius's song would have to do.

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Christmas Drabble Advent 2023

Ho ho ho, its that time of year again. In the lead up to chrimstas I'll be writing 25 x 100 word drabbles for various characters in my xmas drabble event! Feel free to send some requests in, I have a few written/requested already, but I can fit some more in too ✨ Merry ficmas

Smut = 💘 | Angst = 🖤 | Fluff = ✨| Horror = 💀

✨ Day 1 - König (CoD - A Rocky Start) - Sneaky, Sneaky

✨ Day 2 - Gaz (CoD) - You shouldn't have

💀💘 Day 3 - Corinthian (Sandman) - Sharing is caring

✨ Day 4 - Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy) - Comin' to town

✨ Day 5 - Captain Price (CoD) - Surprise, Love

💘 Day 6 - Soap (CoD - (Un)bearable) - Pretty Present

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[callsign-phoenix]

I am so excited to show you the masterlist for my 12 days of ficmas 2023!

I am collecting all the fics on here, I hope you like them 😊

Dec 1: Jack Frost - Jake

Dec 4: Secret Santa - Natasha

Dec 6: Snow - Pete

Dec 8: Snowed in - Tom

Dec 11: Naughty vs. nice - Bob

Dec 13: Driving home for Christmas - Bradley

Dec 15: Ornaments - Jake

Dec 18: Holiday shoot - Natasha

Dec 20: Santa Baby - Pete

Dec 22: Matching Christmas sweaters - Tom

Dec 24: Elves - Bob

Dec 25: All I want for Christmas - Bradley