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widowmaxff · 10 months ago

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the magic of christmas

pairings: natasha romanoff × daughter!reader | aunt!wanda maximoff × fem!reader (all platonic)

warnings: angst, happy ending?, natasha being a really bad mother, reader sees wanda as a mother figure, really mom issues!

a/n: this was supposed to came out on christmas lmao sorry

You hated Christmas. But not just it, you hated all the celebrations that reminded you that you had no one to spend it with. You hated seeing all those kids opening presents, hugging their parents and believing in the magic of Christmas. Maybe you just wanted that too. Maybe you just wanted a normal family. If you had a father would things be normal? Or maybe if it weren't you who came out of your mother's womb, maybe if it were someone else the family would be normal.

When you discovered that all that magic didn't exist, you were a kid, around seven years old. At that time you were at the Avengers Compound, the place was completely decorated while you stared open-mouthed at all those decorations. In the small apartment where you and your mother lived, it was not decorated like the big Tower. Natasha didn't care about that. So, you ran to every room in that big place to admire every bit of it. Soon, you arrived at the kitchen with your light steps and noticed your mother and uncle Steve talking with their backs to you.

“What did Y/n ask for for Christmas this year?” Rogers asks making you stop on your feet as you listened to their conversation.

"I don't know." your mother says. "Wanda always comes to my apartment a few days before to read the letter and buy her what she asked for." Your Auntie Wanda was your favorite person. She seemed to be the only one who cared about you. She was the one who helped you with your homework, who asked if you were okay, who knew your favorite food, color, movie, book and song. She knew everything a mother should know, that Natasha didn't know.

You never asked Natasha to help you with your homework, you never asked her if she would like to play with you or just watch a movie, because you knew she would say no. Since you gained awareness of your own mind and memories, you cannot remember any time when Natasha wished she was your mother.

"You should care about her a little more, you know." Your mother just takes a deep breath, she was starting to get annoyed talking about you.

"I didn't want a kid in the first place."

And it was on that day that you realized that this magic never existed, but Wanda did everything she could to make it exist in you. May you have a normal childhood that your mother would never give you.

That Christmas morning, all the Avengers were gathered around the Christmas tree, including you, who was sitting next to Wanda of course. Each of them opened some of the gifts scattered around while you just watched, quieter than usual. "Now it's your turn, my love." Your Auntie mutters to you, while all eyes were fixed on you. Walking to the tree and picking up your gift, you notice a letter attached to it that a little later that day you would read.

'From: Santa Claus

To: The Brilliant Y/n Romanoff'

It said on the package. You laugh for a second, knowing at that moment and from then on that the one who really would have given that to you was your Auntie Wanda. You delicately open the paper, trying to surprise it even though you knew what was underneath. Your eyes lit up when you saw the large plush of a white bunny with pink details. You never asked for expensive toys and things for Christmas, because you knew there were children in the world who deserved much more than you.

"He's so beautiful, I loved it." You spoke almost like a whisper, but the people around you could still hear you. You stroke the rabbit's soft white fur while smiling broadly. Your eyes stop on Wanda for a moment, who appreciated you with bright and affectionate eyes, happy to also make you happy. "Thank you so much, Auntie Wanda. I really love him."

The smile on Wanda's face disappears when you finish your speech. How did you know she was the one who bought you the gift? Was it that age when children stopped believing in Santa Claus? "Oh." Someone murmurs among the circle of people, falling into total silence as you get to your feet and return to your starting place. Laying your head on her shoulder, still stroking the bunny that became yout best companion on your days alone.

At that moment even your mother was silent, but her eyes never met you. But it doesn't change the fact that Natasha has a great eye, of course, she was once a assassin. You just wished that one time, she would use it to look at you.

You remember arriving at your apartment that same evening with your new stuffed animal clutched to your chest. You enter your room and sit on your bed. The letter that Wanda wrote - or that Santa wrote - was in your hands as you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. You open the envelope and notice the handwriting, with perfect letters.

'Dear Y/n Romanoff,

Over the year, I have observed your good behavior and the wonderful things you have done. Your kindness, generosity and efforts to be a better person did not go unnoticed. It fills me with joy to know that there are children as special and unique as you in the world.

I came here through this letter to tell you how important and special you are! Never forget that every day you bring great pride to everyone in your family, especially your mother. They are extremely grateful to have you by their side. They love you very much. Remember to always be that sweet and understanding girl that you are. Your smile and your laugh are bright and you should never stop showing them.

I hope you like your gift which I and someone who loves you dearly, chose from our hearts!

Lots of love, Santa.'

You read those words as if it were Wanda who had write, and it was really her. So the comfort of the lyrics made that magic of Christmas still be in your head, even if it was in the deep layers of your mind. You loved your Autie so much, and the way she wrote about you made you think that maybe some day Natasha would see you the way Wanda does. Your Auntie would always say that you were the most understanding girl in the world. You weren't sure about that, you just knew your mother couldn't take one more burden thing in her life.

And the next year, there was no letter for Santa on the table beside your bed.

Now you were 16, almost ten years since that magic ended for you. It was Christmas Eve again and you just wanted this season to pass. Your room was dark and you really thought about just spending the day lying in bed like some other days. But still, you got up.

You knew you wouldn't find your mother somewhere in the apartment, she was never here. It had been almost a week since you knew anything about her or had seen her. Natasha was probably on some mission or maybe she just didn't want to be breathing the same air as you, why would she want to? And it wasn't like you wanted to see her either. Every time you looked at or remembered her, your eyes begged to release tears.

It had been a few years since you really gave up trying to have her as a mother and having any hope that one day she would treat you like a daughter. So even if you met in some room in the apartment, no words were exchanged between you two, and that was okay with you. Natasha always kept food in the apartment and left you an 'allowance' at the end of the month, maybe this was her way of showing you that she still cared, or maybe she was just doing the minimum.

The ringing of your cell phone in the almost empty kitchen takes you out of your thoughts. You place the coffee mug on the table and reach for the device. 'Auntie Wanda' said the name on the screen and a smile appears on your face automatically. "Hi, dear." It's the first thing you hear when you answer the call, making some of your frustration go away.

"Good morning, Auntie Wanda." You respond, trying not to seem discouraged so that you wouldn't be another burden on Maximoff's life, but it seemed like she always knew when something was wrong with you. "I called you to see if you wanted to spend Christmas with us?" She asks. You really have nothing against Wanda's family - now made up of Vision and their twins, Billy and Tommy -, you just felt that being around them during that festive season that was supposed to be spent among families was like you were an intruder at the moment.

"Oh." You stop for a moment. It was obvious that you wanted to, but the guilt grew even more in you for invading that family. "I don't- I think I'll just stay here today."

"I'm not taking that for an answer!" She laughs, making you roll your eyes but with a smile on your face. "The kids miss you and I even bought matching pajamas for us!"

"Right, right! I want to spend Christmas with you, Auntie Wanda." You speak, hearing your aunt's excited screams on the other end of the call. "Vision will pick you up in... one hour. Okay?" You hummed for her quickly saying goodbye to go pack your things before your Uncle Vision shows up at the door to get you.

After hearing Wanda say that they really wanted you that holiday season, something in you lit up. Maybe Christmas isn't that bad, you just haven't experienced the good part of it. The part where you feel loved by the people around you and who really care about you.

You put your backpack on your back with some things you would probably need if you wanted to spend Christmas away from home. You put on your headphones, stopping for a few seconds to choose a song, but the sound of keys in the front door made you completely stop what you were doing. Natasha was finally home. A part of you thought that maybe she would be back to spend Christmas with you, but you knew deep down that it was impossible.

She enters the living room and looks at you, who was still looking at your phone choosing some music. Your mother looks at the backpack and the shoes next to you that you were still putting on, making her tilt her head. "Where are you going?"

You frown. "Auntie Wanda invited me to spend Christmas at her house." Why? Why do you care? - you almost asked, but decided to just keep your head down, not laying your eyes on her.

"Are you going to walk there?" You see from the corner of your eyes Natasha crossing her arms.

"No. Uncle Vision will come get me in a bit." You reach for your shoes next to you and start putting them on a little faster than usual, perhaps trying to escape that uncomfortable moment where you and your mother finally exchange a few words after more than two weeks.

She nods. "Um... do you want me to pick you up tomorrow?" Natasha murmurs, making you finally lay your eyes on her.

"Why do you care now?"

“... Because you’re my daughter, Y/n.”

"Daughter? You know you've done really good ignoring me my whole life." You remain calm and with a low voice, getting up from the sofa and collecting your things.

Natasha takes a deep breath. "Okay, then you can come back with Vision or something." She uncrosses her arms and leaves the living room, heading towards the kitchen. Excellent. When your mother finally gives you some attention, you ruin everything, as always. You roll your eyes and head out of the apartment. The quicker you get away from her, the less guilty you feel.

[...]

"I missed you so much!" Wanda hugged you tightly as you hugged back, making you laugh.

"I saw you last week, Auntie Wanda." You say. She rolls her eyes before running the palm of her hand through your hair and ruffling it.

"Yes, and it's a long time!" She kisses your forehead and holds your hand, pulling you through the large house towards the living room, where the twins were. "Come on, the boys missed you." You laugh at her enthusiasm, feeling loved by that family.

"Y/n!" The boys shout your name when they see you. They quickly get up from the sofa and throw themselves on top of you, hugging you.

You mess up their hair, imitating your Auntie Wanda's action from earlier. They lead you towards their toys, making you sit on the floor and play with them. You did this without any complaints, because you adored the twins and deep down, you considered them your little brothers, consequently considering Wanda as your mother too - but you would never tell any of them that.

"I'm so excited for Santa to bring our presents!" Billy says as he moves one of his toys through the air. “What did you ask for Christmas this year, Y/n?”

You didn't know what to answer: the truth ruining their Christmas or lying? You obviously chose the second option. "I didn't ask for anything. We don't have a Christmas tree at home, so Santa can't bring me what I ask for." You make up anything, trying not to talk about how the old man hadn't been in your life for a long time.

"Do you think if we put a letter from you here at home he would bring your gift tonight?" Tommy asks. You place one of their toy characters next to another, as if they were fighting.

"I don't think so. Santa Claus has probably already seen all the things the kids want. But it's okay, you two don't need to worry about that," You speak to them. "you guys need to worry about... the tickle monster!" You 'attack' the two boys with tickles, making them laugh until they can't take it anymore. Billy and Tommy get up and start running around the house, screaming at you.

Wanda and Vision, who were hugging each other sitting on the sofa, laugh at the three of you. You get up from the floor and fix your clothes. "I'll find you two! Don't hesitate to run!" You speak loudly to them as they continue to run around. Wanda looks at you lovingly, making you feel at home.

That Christmas Eve was incredible. You watched a lot of Christmas movies and it seemed like every time someone did something affectionate towards you, all your problems would go away and that parental void would gradually be filled. "Come on, Y/n! We have to go to sleep or Santa won't show up with our presents!" Billy says as he jumps on his bed excited to wake up in the morning and see all his orders under the Christmas tree.

You were ready to go to bed in the guest room, which for years could be considered your own room in the Maximoff's house. "Okay, I'm leaving!" You laugh at the boy, leaving a kiss on his forehead and saying goodnight. The other boy, on the contrary, had already been under the covers for a few minutes, probably dreaming about the next morning.

You walk towards the door seeing your Auntie Wanda looking at you affectionately as she waited for you to say goodnight to the boys. You close the door and walk with her to the guest room - or yours. "I'm glad you agreed to spend Christmas here." She says, sitting next to you on the bed.

"Me too. You guys make me like this kind of festive season."

"You know you're always welcome here, right? The twins even see you as a big sister." Wanda tilts her head, looking at you deeply.

"Really?"

"Yeah. And I feel like I raised you all your life for them to feel this way." You lower your head looking at your sock covered feet with Santa. "You did and I'm glad you did it. I can't imagine myself without at least a little affection from someone older."

"I will always take care of you, my love." She leans in and leaves a kiss on your head, stroking your hair subtly. "Now, go to sleep or Santa Claus won't show up!" You laugh, rolling your eyes at her before getting under the covers.

[...]

"Y/n wake up!" The door is opened brutally as the boys run towards him on the bed. You grunt as they start jumping on your bed and screaming your name. "We need to see if Santa brought our presents!" Billy shakes your body making you laugh briefly.

"So, let's go!" You get out of bed, pushing the two screaming boys towards the door again. Wanda and Vision were outside laughing at the three of you again.

The boys run towards the stairs, almost falling on the way. You follow the twins to the living room and when they get there, Tommy and Billy's eyes light up when they see the Christmas tree filled with gifts with different colored wrappers underneath it. They run towards the presents before looking with lost puppy eyes at their parents. "Can we open them now? Please!" Tommy asks Vision and Wanda who were walking towards their children.

"Of course you can."

The boys' parents and you sit on the big sofa in the living room, watching Billy and Tommy open their toys. With each gift opened, they ran in front of you to show you each present - with you having reactions of interest to the objects. At the end of that mess of gift wrappers and toys thrown around the living room there were still two big presents under the Christmas tree, but you were too distracted by the boys showing you the toys to notice.

"Oh, I think there are still two gifts missing." Wanda says, making you smile at the boys knowing how excited they are to open more presents. "But you've already opened all yours, haven't you?" She says to the twins, who smile widely at her, nodding in agreement. "I think it's for the other child here."

They all look at you, making you frown. "For me...? But I-"

"Open your presents, Y/n!" Billy rushes you, making you shrug and walk towards the gifts with a little nervousness. You hadn't done this in so long, you didn't even know how to react to this kind of thing. You place the smallest of them on your lap, looking at the small tag written in pretty handwriting glued to the wrapping paper.

'From: Mom Wanda, Dad Vision

and your two little brothers,

Tommy and Billy

To: The Brilliant and Lovable Y/n'

Y/n looked around the room, her eyes settling on the smiling figures that now filled the space. For the first time, you felt the comforting warmth of belonging.

You turn to the first gift, delicately opening the light blue wrapping. You gasp when you see three vinyl records of your favorite albums. Recently, Vision had given you the record player that he kept but was barely used along with an album by The Beatles. You spent hours and hours listening to the same album that Vision gave you, since you didn't have much money saved to buy others. But now, you could listen to three more full albums.

"Oh- my God!" You shake your head. You look down at the vinyl records on your lap, looking like you've seen something magical. "This is- thank you so, so much! I can't believe it!"

"You're welcome, dear." Wanda says with a large smile on her face. "Now open the other one."

You had a gigantic smile on your face, delicately placing your three new vinyl records on the floor, immediately picking up your other gift. "I didn't need any of this, really." You murmur to the elders in the living room. Wanda shakes her head and moves her hands for you to open your last gift.

You again gently remove the purple wrapping from a slightly heavier box. When you open the lid your eyes widen at the things inside. You start to take out canvases, brushes, paints and many other drawing things from the box. Your eyes sparkled with your new materials. You loved drawing and painting in your daily life, you usually spent drawing and listening to vinyl music, that helped you concentrate on what you were doing and not think abou your life too much.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" You were almost crying with happiness when you received all those things.

The family setting was new, but the feeling of safety and love was overwhelming. You realized that you were no longer alone, that now there was someone to share your joys and sadness. The emotion showed in your smile and teary eyes, because you had finally found an emotional home and people who loved you. You wanted to cry because when you received those things, you finally realized that those people cared about you.

You didn't hate Christmas. You didn't hate all the celebrations. You didn't hate seeing the twins opening presents, hugging their parents and believing in the magic of Christmas. Now you had that too. Maybe now you just had a normal family. Or maybe it didn't matter who gave birth to you. Who really mattered were the people who care about you, who really love you. And the magic of Christmas really was inside you somewhere, and that family managed to bring it back.

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thewertsearch · 7 months ago

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>WV: Search for power source. You ate that delicious green nuclear rock earlier in the day, even though it feels like it was more than a year ago.

WV seems completely immune to radiation, which is a lucky break for him.

It's also a weird trait for Sburb to give its NPCs, but I guess it makes sense when you remember they're supposed to explore post-apocalyptic worlds.

Guess there's nothing to do but wait it out.

Lmao. I…. guess that’s a plan?

The problem isn't getting the uranium, it's using it. I didn't spot any convenient Mr. Fission reactor to toss it into, so I don't know what he's supposed to do with the thing once he has it.

He is so impatient. Doesn't he realize how time consuming it is preparing for the holidays? […] Wait… you almost forgot, it's still April, and nowhere near the holiday season. You guess all this wintry weather tricked you into thinking it was. But wait! Even THAT doesn't make any sense, since it never snowed on your island, and you were never able to connect it with the holiday season! […]

Sorry Hussie, there's no way to make this make sense – but I don't care, and neither do you. We’re long overdue for Jade’s alchemy session, so Christmas in April it is.

Karkat cannot be conveyed with a more detailed portrait yet. He is too angry, and is forced to look like shit.

This should have been Karkat's first appearance in the comic.

Hell yes.

Does it have a jpegifying aura, like the SORD.....? Maybe it turns the presents left underneath it into jpegs themselves.

TG: yes perfect GG: it is the prettiest tree i have ever seen!!!!! TG: ok im going to torrent you another like negative billion artifact grists GG: ok great! GG: everything about that makes total sense

The funniest thing about this is that we already know Jade's a talented artist - and therefore, the only logical explanation for these abominations is that Dave's been tutoring her.

GG: is this conksucky enough TG: its the conksuckiest piece of fucking shit that ever still somehow qualified as a boot GG: <3

I was right! She's an apprentice SBaHJist!

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #s105 #3138

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brittle-doughie · 11 months ago

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Brittle, I imagined in my head White Lily Cookie singing her own version of “All I Want for Christmas”: “All I Want for Cookiemas is Y/N Cookie.”

Merry Christmas btw

Merry Christmas to ya as well and I agree. Actually, the lyrics from the original song very much apply to White Lily towards you with how they are.

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #white lily crk #white lily cookie x reader

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multi-fandom-imagine · 11 months ago

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A/n: it's been a while since I posted this idea but I am finally writing it. And ugh I am not happy with this 😩

Fem!Reader x which ever Jordan you like, i love them both so I couldn't pick.

It was known to everyone on campus who you were dating, Jordan made it known to anyone that approached a five mile radius from you. They were'r t blind, they could see how half the guy's looked at you. You'd even get a few looks from some of the girls too.

They didn't know why it bothered them so much, they knew you'd never leave them but sometimes that thought couldn't help but drift in their mind every once in a while. It was a concern they voiced to Marie though they never expected her to go to you with their insecurities. Their mind racing from what you might say but of course you didn't bat an eye, you just kissed their cheek then bounded off to your room to change.

Shaking their head, Jordan rubbed the back of their neck. They could still feel the warmth of your kiss on their cheek though they didn't have the chance to think it over as you rushed over to them with a bright smile on your face.

"Ready to go?"

Jordan gave you a teasing smile, their fingers clutching the edge of your dress they then pulled you in close. "We can stay here if you want. Make our own little show."

Rolling your eyes you returned the smile giving their cheek a playful pinch. "How about this, if you enjoy this walk down the path of lights with me then once we get back to our dorm then you can fuck all night long."

Tilting their head to the side, they licked their lips nodding their head. "I am holding you to that." Giving your hand a soft squeeze you two were off.

Smiling, you let your eyes rank over all the lights and though Jordan was smiling you can see some worry in their eyes. You knew what they must be thinking, why were you with them. Nibbling your lip you gave their hand a squeeze as you tugged Jordan to a smaller path of lights.

"You know Jordan, I don't want a lot for Christmas."You gave them a smile rocking on your heels.

"Oh?" Jordan gave you a teasing grin. "And prey tell me, what is this one thing you'd like?" They asked resting their head on yours.

Grinning, you playfully stuck your tongue out at them. "Well there is just one thing I need, annnnnd I don't really care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree."

Jordan chuckled shaking their head as they gave your hand a light squeeze. "Are you gonna get to the point." They teased.

Humming, you stood on your toes letting your lips brush theirs. "I will."

Giving them another kiss you pulled back then rested your head against their chest to listen to their steady heart beat. "I just want you for my own Jordan,More than you could ever know." You wanted to make sure they understood how much you loved them. That they were important to you. "So, will you make my wish come true? And be the only thing I want for Christmas?"

Jordan tensed then relaxed as they pulled you into their chest, a small laugh escaped their lips. Clearing out their throat they cupped your cheeks as they pulled you in for a kiss under the twinkling lights.

"I love you, you know that right?" They muttered agains't your lips before pulling away. "I will be more than happy to be your little present." They teased.

Sighing, you quickly hid your face into their chest, a smile on your face to hide the warmth. "Good." You muttered. It was a beautiful night, with all the lights are shining so brightly, children laughing as they rushed to each spot to look at the display.

But you did not care, because you had someone you love in your arms.

#drabbles #drabble #jordan li x reader #jordan li x you #gen v prime #gen v #gen v amazon #gen v x reader #gen v x you

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stardustamaryllis78 · 13 days ago

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🎵 IIIII don't want a lot of Christmas, 🎵

🎵 There are just two things I need, 🎵

🎵 I don't care about the presents, 🎵

🎵 Underneath the Christmas Tree, 🎵

🎵 I just want Aaravos to not die, 🎵

🎵 And Leola to be revived, 🎵

🎵 Make my wish come trueeeeeee! 🎵

🎵 Writers, all I want for Christmas is THIS! 🎵

#the dragon prince #aaravos #leola #I also don't want Aaravos to be trapped again #that extra pressie too plz

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twin-fantasies · 1 year ago

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Reblog if you dont want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing i need i don't care about the presents underneath the xmas tree i just want you for my own more than you could ever know make my wish come truuuuue all i want for Christmas iiiiiiiiiissssss yoooooouuuuu-

#shes defrosting....#christmas

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poorlydrawngamzee · 11 months ago

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I don't want a lot for Christmas.

There is just one thing I need

I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree

I just want it for my own

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas

Is to learn how to get such a sick fucking haircut like DAMN gamz how the fuck'd you get that

TC: So... WhAt ThE sHiT iS a ChRiStMaS, aNyWaYs?

#bdhs #gamzee makara #ask

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cornishkat · 11 months ago

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All I Want - One Shot

Bob Floyd x F!Reader

Warnings - just fluff, fluff and more fluff for Christmas.

Summary: Allegedly Bob has been flirting with you but both of you being idiots it takes Phoenix to give you both a little push.

“You do realise he is flirting with you”.

You almost choked on your drink as you stared incredulously at Phoenix who was sat across the table from you.

“Don’t be so ridiculous, he is not, why on earth would he be flirting with me”.

Making a dramatic sigh Phoenix put her head in her hands and shook it,

“Are you kidding me, he is crazy about you and that is him flirting. And I know that you feel the same way about him so don’t even try to deny it to me”.

“How I feel about him is irrelevant, he is not interested, and he is not flirting with me”

As Phoenix opened her mouth in protest but Bob came back from the bar with drinks and sat down with you both. You hadn’t lied to Phoenix about how you felt about him but there was no point in talking about it with her, she was convinced he liked you and just wanted the two of you to admit your feelings and get together. But as you looked across at him now, smiling while wearing a truly awful Christmas jumper. He turned his eyes to meet yours as he felt you watching him and his smiled widen. Did he like you, was Phoenix right had he been flirting with you when you just thought he was being friendly. As you felt heat spread through your cheeks you looked away, focusing your eyes on your drink in your hands.

“Right time for some singing, I hope you have all got your songs in. It is time to get Christmas started”.

“Phoenix no one needs to hear me sing, please do not inflict that on them”.

“Bob, I gave you plenty of warning you knew there would be Christmas karaoke. Y/N/N have you got your song in?”

“Not happening Nix, can’t we just get Rooster to play some songs on the piano and all sing along”.

No, we agreed on Christmas Karaoke, I tell you what if you sing Y/N/N I will let Bob off the hook”.

Bob looked at you pleadingly with his big blue eyes,

“Please Y/N/N”

“You owe me big time Floyd”.

“Anything you want, just please don’t make me have to get up there”.

Shaking your head, you turned to Phoenix to see a smug grin on her face,

“Not a word, let’s get this over with before Hangman sings another song”.

You watched Phoenix go to wrestle the mic off Hangman, taking a deep breath and shook your head at Bob.

“Thank you for this, I mean it anything you want Y/N/N”.

“It is a good job I like you Bob and I will hold you to that”.

Phoenix was bouncing up and down and grinning as you joined her, and she handed you the mic.

“OK song is ready to go”.

“What have you put on, I thought at least you would let me pick my own song” “Believe me what I have picked is perfect”.

And with that she bounced back to the table and sat next to Bob, as the music began to play. You smiled and shook your head as you recognised the music and realised exactly what Phoenix was up too. But there was no backing out of it now, so taking a deep breath you began to sing.

I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you

As you sang you made eye contact with Bob, his eyes held yours and widened as he realised what you were singing. Even with Phoenix digging him in the ribs and prodding at him he never broke the stare.

I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you You, baby

Stepping forward you reached out your arm and pointed at Bob and watched as a blush spread through his cheeks but still, he didn’t look away from you. Well even Bob could not be in any doubt that you were singing just for him, it was up to him now and if he didn’t do anything about it you could always try pass it off as a joke even if it would hurt like hell.

'Cause I just want you here tonight Holding on to me so tight What more can I do? Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is you You, baby

The rest of the team were clapping and cheering as you finished the song and lowered your gaze before placing the mic down. Blushing slightly, you walked back and grabbed your drinking glancing at Bob from under your lashes.

“You were amazing, told you the song was perfect”.

“No idea what you are talking about but isn’t about time you got up there seeing as you have bullied everyone else into it”.

“I’m going, but I’m not sure how I am meant to follow that”.

Phoenix heading up to sing meant you and Bob were left alone at the table,

“Y/N/N you were unbelievable, you voice is beautiful”.

“Flattery will get you nowhere Bob, let’s talk about you saying you would do anything I wanted if I got you off the hook”.

You could see him swallow hard as he started to blush again, it made you smile, it was so much fun flustering him.

“I meant it, anything you want. What do you want Y/N/N”?

“Did I not make that obvious in my song?”

“I didn’t want to presume, and I never thought you liked me”.

“How could I not Bob, so anything I want?”

“Anything you want”.

Taking his hand, you led him across the bar, so you were stood next to the piano, he looked at you slightly confused as you stood in front of him. Smiling you raised your eyes up above your heads at a large sprig of mistletoe. Bob nervously licked his lips and slowly stepped into you, dipping his head and gently lifting your chin. He was giving you every opportunity to stop him if you wanted to, rising onto to your tiptoes you rested your palms against his chest and pressed your lips to his. It was soft and sensuous, and you placed your hand on his neck to pull him closer to you, as he deepened the kiss it took your breath away and you had to eventually break apart to catch your breath.

“Wow, I really wasn’t expecting that”.

“Y/N/N please tell me you mean that in a good way, because I really want to do a lot more of that”.

“Oh, I mean it in a very good way, and I really want to do some more of that too”.

You saw relief wash over his features as he rested his forehead on yours,

“So, what now?”

“Take me home Bob”.

“Yes Ma’am”

You almost managed to make it out of the Hard Deck unnoticed but just as Bob opened the door for you, you heard Phoenix's voice from across the bar.

“About time, I told you I was right”.

Blowing a kiss at her you stepped out into the evening air with Bob’s hand in yours.

#bob floyd x y/n #top gun maverick fic #bob floyd fanfiction

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anumacy · 1 month ago

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I~~~~~~

don't want a lot for Christmas

There is only I need

I don't care about the presents

🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶UNDERNEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

I love you anon. You understand me.

I just want you for my own

More than you could ever know

So make my wish come truuuueeeee

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corpsekiller · 2 years ago

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✝ 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖨 𝖶𝖠𝖭𝖳 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖢𝖧𝖱𝖨𝖲𝖳𝖬𝖠𝖲 (𝖨𝖲 𝖸𝖮𝖴) — 𝖪.𝖡𝖠𝖪𝖴𝖦𝖮𝖴

i was in the mood to write something fitting for this season, even though i'm not really a fan of christmas. thank you @dilfteracy for reading this and supporting me with your amazing commentary.

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. katsuki bakugou x genderneutral!reader

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. fluff, language, mentions of alcohol, underage drinking (listen, it's legal to drink at the age of 16 in germany)

𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳

I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need

Bakugou scoffs into his cup of hot cocoa. He’s had about three of them now, spiked with a good amount of rum Mina managed to sneak past Aizawa’s observant eyes, but the alcohol has yet to unfold its effect to make the voice of Maria Carey somewhat bearable as she sings the lines to her infamous Christmas song for the fourth, no, fifth time that evening, warbling her high-pitched notes through the sound boxes Momo and Jirou placed in each corner of the common room for the party his class planned.

To enjoy the last days of school together before everyone leaves to spend the holidays with their families, they had explained after he had nearly blown off the decorations a few days prior, bellowing at them why on earth they’d even want to throw a party as stupid as this one, but now, as he glowers over the rim of his mug, he’s convinced they set it up for the sole purpose of getting on his nerves.

(and I) don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree

But despite his initial dislike of this party, he has to admit that his classmates did a decent job at capturing the festive spirit for this night — red and green ornament decorate the walls, colorful stockings that carry the names of his friends are filled with sweets and hang upon the fireplace and there’s a distinct smell of vanilla and cinnamon tickling his nose.

I don't need to hang my stocking there upon the fireplace

Somewhere near the kitchen, Denki is fighting Sero over a batch of freshly baked cookies Sato brought, though their playful banter seems to be more to the amusement of his classmates who have gathered around them to watch their antics. With their red hats and equally ugly Christmas sweaters, they somehow resemble angry elves in Santa’s toy factory and despite trying to keep a stern face, Bakugou can’t help but crack a smile at his friends.

Yeah, they’re idiots, but at least everyone seems to have a good time.

Santa Claus won't make me happy with a toy on Christmas Day

Between the cheers of his friends and the unwavering tootling of yet another Christmas carol, he can faintly hear your voice, laughing softly with someone. Instinctively, his eyes scan the crowded room to catch a glimpse of your face, but you’re neither standing among the group of students howling at Dunceface who has proceeded to throw cookies at Sero’s head nor does he find you talking to some of the girls sitting on the sofa and around the small table, happily reaching for the snacks as they chatter away.

"Were you looking for me?" You ask with a raised brow, pushing a plate of baked goods into his hand before you settle for a spot beside him, comfortably leaning against his shoulder. A smile creeps across your lips when he shrugs, suddenly far more interested in the pink marshmallows floating around his hot chocolate, though the treacherous blush that tints his cheeks and reaches the tips of his ears tells you that you caught him red-handed. "Hey, I'm talking to you, idiot. Are you enjoying the party?"

I just want you for my own

“Yeah, ‘s alright,” he mumbles softly. Blonde lashes flutter against his brow bone when he looks back at you, sharp gaze studying the curve of your nose, the space between your eyes and the smoothness of your cheeks, tracing each feature with a hint of secret admiration. A grin flickers across his lips, baring his teeth for just one second before it disappears behind his usual scowl and he slumps against your back, focuses on your body heavy and warm against his own — he likes it, the feeling of your shoulders touching and his fingers faintly grazing your hand as he stands there with you and suddenly Bakugou realizes he likes you.

More than you could ever know

He actually likes you.

Right, maybe he’s had too much of that stupid rum Mina mixed into that awfully sweet hot chocolate and a part of him is becoming aware of the blush that creeps up the back of his neck and seems to flush his entire face in embarrassing heat, but before he can stop himself, he’s fucking giggling. Tears prickle at the corners of his eyes as he tries to stifle the sounds behind his raised hand, clasped tightly over his mouth until he can’t take it anymore and drops his head on your shoulder, laughing quietly into your hair.

“What’s going on with you now?” You ask. There’s a teasing lilt to your voice that coaxes another fit of giggles out of him and you swear it’s the most beautiful sound you have ever heard. “Katsu, c’mon! What’s so funny?”

"I think I like you,” he wheezes, barking out a laugh. His hands find yours, fingers curl tightly around your wrists and then he’s sliding down the wall, pulling you with him to the floor where he gently knocks his head against yours. There’s a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth and you think you should be alarmed, because you’ve never seen him like this before or maybe you should take the empty cup out of his grasp and keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t get another sip of the spiked cocoa, but this is—

Make my wish come true

"You think?" You repeat quietly, full of hope.

“Yeah,” he mutters after a beat and turns his head. For a moment, neither of you dares to say more before he finally leans in to press his lips against yours in a clumsy kiss that faintly tastes like hot chocolate and rum and your heart punches your ribcage in excitement. “I like you, dumbass.”

All I want for Christmas is you

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