#Festive holiday flannel

[grannyandgrandpascreations]

Cozy Merry Christmas Flannel a Rustic Holiday Apparel

Stay cozy and festive this holiday season with our "Merry Christmas" Flannel! Featuring a stylish and eye-catching Christmas-themed design on the back, this flannel combines rustic charm with holiday cheer. Perfect for family gatherings, holiday parties, or a cozy night in, it’s a must-have for anyone embracing the Christmas spirit. Available in multiple sizes

This long sleeve flannel shirt offers a collar, button front closure, long sleeves with button cuffs, two (2) button flap chest pockets and reinforced seams with a supper soft finish.

SIZING: These shirts vary, many are unisex and come in men's sizing. They can be worn by both men & women. Ordering your normal t-shirt size is recommended for a regular fit. Going 1 size up works well for a baggy/oversized fit. Women's or Children's Specific sizing will be noted on the photo/variation options selected.

FABRIC: All these shirts are made of cotton or a cotton/poly blend, 55% cotton, and 45% viscose. Measurements and thickness vary slightly by brand.

All items are created or designed by Granny & Grandpa's Custom Creations. We also print and heat press our items using our professional, commercial grade heat press! Each design is made with High Quality, Heat Transfer Vinyl.

Care instructions: Turn item inside out, machine wash cold, no bleach, no softener. Do not dry clean. Do not iron. Air dry is recommended.

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

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Embrace the holidays with our "Merry Christmas" Flannel! Featuring a festive design on the back, this cozy flannel is perfect for holiday gatherings and winter wear

[simply-sew-random]

All in my website !!

[scealaiscoite]

*ੈ🎄✩‧₊ christmas prompts

¹⁾ tangled lights

²⁾ fresh gingerbread

³⁾ secret santa

⁴⁾ hidden bunches of mistletoe 

⁵⁾ a broken bauble

⁶⁾ spiced mulled wine

⁷⁾ knitted jumpers

⁸⁾ iced sugar cookies 

⁹⁾ cheap tinsel

¹⁰⁾ snow angels 

¹¹⁾ hot chocolate 

¹²⁾ carols 

¹³⁾ fireplaces laden with stockings 

¹⁴⁾ sleigh rides 

¹⁵⁾ clumsily-made gingerbread houses 

¹⁶⁾ scraps of wrapping paper

¹⁷⁾ a roaring fireplace

¹⁸⁾ candy canes

¹⁹⁾ candlelit churches 

²⁰⁾ old holiday movies 

²¹⁾ familiar festive music 

²²⁾ stacks of cards

²³⁾ red wax candles 

²⁴⁾ christmas eve

²⁵⁾ badly-wrapped presents

²⁶⁾ nutcrackers 

²⁷⁾ illuminated stained glass

²⁸⁾ paper stars 

²⁹⁾ gingerbread men

³⁰⁾ thick, pure snow 

³¹⁾ holly wreaths 

³²⁾ lit lanterns 

³³⁾ fluffy socks

³⁴⁾ sweet-smelling candles 

³⁶⁾ snow globes 

³⁷⁾ flannel pajamas

³⁸⁾ glittery baubles

³⁹⁾ a santa hat

⁴⁰⁾ a sky heavy with snow 

⁴¹⁾ homemade dinners 

⁴²⁾ last-minute gift shopping 

⁴³⁾ cold evenings 

⁴⁴⁾ fresh-baked cinnamon rolls 

⁴⁵⁾ craft fairs 

⁴⁶⁾ ice rinks 

⁴⁷⁾ fragrant pine trees 

⁴⁸⁾ christmas cactuses 

⁴⁹⁾ bear hugs 

⁵⁰⁾ family dinners 

[nanamiscocksleeve]

For thirsty weekend, Let’s make this a not-so-silent night w/ Kento Nanami, please!

First request of the holiday!

"Let’s make this a not-so-silent night"

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You're all warm and wrapped up in your husband's arms, lazing cozily in front the fireplace. The flames crackle merrily and fills the living room with a festive spirit.

The tree stood in a corner, glowing merrily with all it's ornaments, and underneath it, a plate of milk and cookies, placed there by your kids before you had ushered them to bed.

"How long should we wait before we eat them?" You ask Nanami who grins at you like a contented cat.

"I'd say midnight. Then we can sneak back upstairs to our bedroom." Kento nuzzles your ear and you chuckle softly, playing with the collar of his pajamas.

"Merry christmas my love." You kiss the tip of his nose, seeing the way his eyes gaze lovingly at you, the fiery orange of the flames reflected on his amber irises.

"Same to you." He squeezes you against him, then brushing his lips against your ear he says suggestively, "Let’s make this a not-so-silent night hmm?"

The seductive purr of his voice instantly perks your senses and you give him a knowing look. "I mean...We're here for a while. I suppose we'll need something to while away the time waiting for Santa, yes?"

The corners of his mouth quirk upwards and lower towards yours which you accept, lips pressing against his invitingly, parting them for the gentle invasion of his tongue. His large hands creep up your pajama top, squeezing the soft flesh while a groan escapes his throat.

He maneuvers you under him on the sofa, trailing small kisses along the side of your neck and jaw, sucking and nibbling the skin as he makes his way to your collarbone. His hands splay across your abdomen, fingers indenting the squishy area. You feel his arousal pressing against your thigh, and you reach a little lower to stroke the bulge with your palm, earning a noise of satisfaction from him.

He slips down your panties and flannel bottoms, pleased at how your thighs open automatically for him, admiring the sheen coating your swollen folds and the way your clit peeks out at the apex of your folds. He leans forward to give a teasing lick down the length of your slit before lapping at the wetness of your core, dragging the tip of his tongue upwards to the little nub. Your hips arch pleasantly under his work, enjoying the soft circles he draws over the delicate bundle of nerves, little noises of pleasure escaping you.

Kento suctions the small button between his lips, and stars form behind your closed lids as you writhe on the sofa, your orgasm drawing near. The little noises were now growing, turning into soft calls of need as he drove you closer to the edge.

"Kento...!" His name falls from your lips as you finally reach the peak of ecstasy, your core and clit fluttering in orgasmic ecstasy, flooding your senses. He licks you through the last of your tremors before slipping out of his underwear, his long, veiny cock pulsing with desire as he slips into your drenched folds.

Your legs raise to accomodate him, enjoying the stretch and the way he fills you so completely. Once seated completely inside you, you sets up in a comfortable rhythm, using long strokes to build you back up again.

"I believe I said 'a not so silent night', didn't I?" He angles his hips and you can't help but let out a wavering sigh. "Perhaps we need to work on the 'not so silent' part."

[gilbertscurls]

The living room was transformed into a cozy haven of twinkling lights, pillows, and fleece blankets. The blanket fort was a masterpiece—well, at least it was in Matt’s eyes. You had to admit, his enthusiasm made up for its slightly lopsided structure. He stood back with his hands on his hips, looking at his creation like it was the eighth wonder of the world.

“See? Told you I could engineer the perfect fort,��� he said, shooting you a smug grin.

You raised an eyebrow, adjusting the hood of your matching Christmas pajamas. They were soft and ridiculously festive, covered in tiny candy canes and snowflakes. “Perfect is a strong word,” you teased, poking at the corner that sagged dangerously. “It’s cute, though.”

“Cute?” he repeated, clutching his chest as if you’d just mortally wounded him. “This is a work of art, and you’re lucky to be under its glorious roof tonight.”

You laughed, grabbing the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table and crawling into the fort. “Alright, Picasso, let’s see if your fort holds up through a movie marathon.”

Matt joined you, plopping down beside you with a dramatic sigh. “Oh, it’ll hold. Now, prepare yourself. I’ve curated the ultimate lineup of Christmas movies.”

The first movie started, a classic about a boy defending his home from bumbling burglars. You were barely ten minutes in when Matt’s running commentary began.

“Okay, but who just leaves their kid at home? Like, how do you mess up that badly?”

You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh, but he caught it and leaned closer. “No, seriously. They don’t even notice until they’re halfway across the Atlantic? These parents need a CPS case, stat.”

“Shhh,” you whispered, though your shoulders shook with laughter. “You’re ruining the movie!”

“Ruining it?” he gasped, looking offended. “I’m enhancing it. You’ll never watch this the same way again.”

By the time the movie ended, your stomach hurt from laughing so hard. Matt was relentless, pointing out every plot hole, over-the-top reaction, and ridiculous coincidence.

The second movie started—a romantic comedy with a predictable “big city girl moves to a small town” plot.

“Oh, here we go,” Matt said, settling in with a smirk. “Let me guess—she’s gonna fall for the hot, flannel-wearing dude who chops wood in his spare time?”

“Stop it,” you giggled, swatting his arm.

“And wait—wait! There’s gonna be a town-wide event where she realizes the true meaning of Christmas. Calling it now.”

Sure enough, when the protagonist was swept into organizing the town’s Christmas festival, Matt gave you a triumphant look. “What did I say? Flannel guy and a festival. Hollywood is nothing if not consistent.”

The night went on like this, movie after movie filled with Matt’s quips and your uncontrollable laughter. By the time the final credits rolled on the last film, the fort was starting to collapse, and the two of you were lying side by side under a pile of blankets.

Matt turned his head to look at you, his face softening in the dim glow of the string lights. “Okay, admit it. My commentary made this marathon ten times better.”

You smiled, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “Fine. You were hilarious. But next time, I’m picking the movies.”

He laughed, pulling you closer until your head rested on his chest. “Deal. As long as you don’t kick me out of the fort.”

“Never,” you said, your voice muffled against his pajamas.

The room fell quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the heater and the gentle rise and fall of Matt’s breathing. Wrapped in his arms, surrounded by the warmth of the blankets and the glow of Christmas lights, you thought to yourself that this—lopsided fort and all—was the best kind of holiday magic.

tag list: @stuwniolo, @sturnobsessedwh0re, @matts-myloverboy, @imjusthereforthesturniolosmut, @lizzymacdonald06, @asherrisrandom, @sturniolowhore69, @faith5drpepper, @emely9274, @psychologyloverfr, @lovetaylorrussellgrr, @conspiracy-ash, @helpimateenagerinlove, @ghostlythinggoingaround, @sturmatt, @chris-hallelujah, @goingtojohnkramershouseee, @wurlibydominicfike

[shnoob]

Sally Face HC’s (Thanksgiving Edition!) 

A/N: Hey everybody! I know this is a late post so 😭. But anyways, I hope everyone had a great holiday these past days if you celebrate it! If not, hope you had a great week <3.  

ALSO THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT OMG!!! 

Leave any suggestions if you want to see something specific! 

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I feel like any holidays in the apartments usually go unnoticed at first, however that is until one special year!! 

This year Sal, Lisa, Larry and the gang decided to put a Thanksgiving event together!! 

In order to get this together they decided to wrap around the table and figured out the main details (In the messy handwriting of Larry until Lisa takes over halfway):

The event will be held down in the basement (Larrys and Lisa's apartment) 

They’ll have an “adults” and “kids table”. (Adults versus the teenagers plus Soda). 

A sign up sheet for food! 

Since Lisa and Larry were hosting Thanksgiving, they decided to bring the essentials (forks, spoons, etc) and dessert! 

After brewing up the plan together, Sal and Larry went up together around the apartments to see who would show up and if they had any food to offer.  

Mostly everybody in the apartments came down for Thanksgiving! However Mrs. Rosenberg and Mr.Addison (as expected) did not arrive. 

He did give tea for the occasion however!  

Thanksgiving comes around and everybody has a fun time! All dressed up in the festive mood with flannel tablecloths and cut out leaves Ashley helped set up before <3. 

For Soda, our main guys sit with her and end up coloring around the small table. I feel like they would show her hand turkeys and those: “Im thankful for __” cards. 

However, without them seeing each other's cards they all ended up making their card for eachother <3.  

After the whole event, Larry and Sal sneak out and go spend the rest of Thanksgiving with Megan. 

[archangeldyke-all]

i’m so excited for halloween. i love all things fall/october.

could you write an autumn fic? 🍂

more specifically— i feel like the reader would have to force sev to wear some kinda costume for halloween >:) how do you think sev x reader would dress up? how would they spend their night together? ly mootie! ♡

my city's in the middle of a heat wave and it's HUMID too, it's horrible-- so yes, let's think about fall for a while hehehehe

men and minors dni

there is no doubt in my mind that fall's her favorite season.

and i think halloween is probably her favorite holiday too.

she's not a festive person, so even though she loves fall, she doesn't really indulge herself in things like decorating or baking.

but you do.

sevika doesn't realize how much she loves fall until she meets you. because you treat fall like it's your birthday or something. sevika's shocked to see how much you incorporate her favorite season into your day to day life. and even more surprising, she's shocked to find that she kind of loves it.

as the leaves start to change, you start making her coffee pumpkin flavored, sometimes adding a bit of hazelnut and cinnamon too. she fucking loves it, it's the best coffee she's ever had.

your apartment always smells like pumpkin pie or autumn leaves or flannel-- various candles burning and filling your space with the cozy smells and a lovely warm glow when the days start to grow dark earlier.

you start cooking hearty, warm meals-- stews and chilis and soups and curries-- sevika fucking adores it. there's nothing like a freshly baked slice of bread scooping up some kind of meaty sauce.

and your baking. sevika's almost cries the first time you hand her a plate of freshly homemade triple chocolate chip cookies, with a tall glass of milk.

she adores watching you start to get cozier as the days grow colder. your home becomes slowly filled with fuzzy blankets, you string up some fairy lights to flick on in the dark afternoons, pumpkin decor starts to decorate your tables and shelves.

she loves watching you cuddle into a hoodie, or pull a scarf up over your nose when you're outside and it's chilly. she especially loves cuddling with you under a blanket on the couch.

sevika just can't say no to you. she hates it. (she loves it.)

this means she ends up carving jack-o-lanterns for the first time in her life with you at the big age of forty three. she's surprised to find that she loves it-- scooping the guts of the pumpkin out is so satisfying, and she's always loved stabbing things. (what she loves most of all is the way you arrange your jackolanterns right next to each other on your front stoop, a scarf strung around the two of them, just like when you share your scarf with her.)

this also means that she wears a halloween costume for the first time in nearly thirty five years just for you.

obviously, it has to be a matching costume. sevika will not humiliate herself unless it's to show the world that she's yours.

i'm thinking about the classic lesbian couple costumes: werewolf and vampire.

sevika tries to get away with being a vampire by just drawing two little dots of red lipstick on her neck. you go all out-- buying a werewolf mask and gloves. and on the night of, when you reveal your costumes to each other, you pout at sevika until she rolls her eyes and gives in-- putting on the vampire costume you bought at the same halloween store you got your mask in.

you go to a party at silco's house, the adults drinking while the kids binge on candy, spooky music blasting, vander trying to jumpscare every guest by the end of the night.

you only show up for an hour before you decide to head home, both of you overwhelmed by the party.

sevika tugs on your sleeve as you wander through the leaf-covered sidewalks toward home. "babe, look." she whispers.

she swipes her vampire-cape to the side and reveals one of her fanny packs on her hip-- stuffed to the brim with candy she's stolen from the kids.

you burst into laughter and smack her shoulder, before pulling a kitkat out of her bag and crunching into it.

when you get back home, you spend the rest of the night smoking a joint on the front porch together, snuffing it out when kids approach and ask for candy.

sevika's shocked when you reveal the box of full size bars you'd bought to pass out, and you just shrug. "it keeps me on the good side of all the neighbor kids for the rest of the year."

she knows this isn't the real reason you do it though, you're too much of a softie. the real reason is the giant smiles and excited laughs the kids give the pair of you when you pass them the giant chocolates.

at one point, a little boy dressed in a dinosaur costume approaches with his parents trailing behind him. he seem's shy-- scared to run up onto your porch-- but with a bit of encouragement from you and his parents, he finally climbs the steps.

when sevika hands the boy the candy bar--nearly the size of his head-- his entire expression changes, a huge, toothless grin taking over his face. "thanks scary ladies!" he shouts, before running back down the stairs to show his parents his bounty. sevika chuckles to herself about this for the rest of the night.

by eleven, most of the kids have gone home. you and sev turn in, blowing out the jackolanterns, leaving the box of chocolate out for any teenagers looking to make trouble, hoping that they'll take the bribe and keep from egging or tp-ing your house.

you get in your (matching flannel) pjs and crawl into bed, snuggling and lazily making out as coraline plays on the tv.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @lavendersgirl @half-of-a-gay @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner

@shimtarofstupidity @chuucanchuucan @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther

@ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai

@glass-apothecary @macaroni676 @artinvain @realgreeniebeanie @k3n-dyll

@sevsdollette @ellieslob @xayn-xd @keikuahh @maneskinwh0re

@raphaellearp @iamastar @sevikitty

[latexb0n3z]

Happy Thanksgiving

Author thought he would get festive, since he doesn’t have a loving family he lives vicariously through these two idiots— writing at a bus stop because some lady threw up on the floor and they couldn’t continue service because of “biohazards and public safety.”

SUCK IT VTA!! ITS COLD OUT HERE.

Wade held up a forkful of pumpkin spice cake, his grin wide and dangerous. “You know what would make this even better?” he slurred, his words slightly off-kilter thanks to the half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey on the coffee table.

Logan, sitting across from him at the kitchen counter, raised an eyebrow and took another sip of beer. “If you shut up and just ate it?”

Wade gasped in mock horror, clutching his chest like Logan had stabbed him. “Wow, Logan. That’s the attitude you’re bringing to the Thanksgiving table? No wonder you’re single.”

It was in fact Thanksgiving, and they’d sort of made it their own. Cheap, domestic, lots of liquor. On the kitchen counter was a mess of dishes, empty beer bottles, a half eaten rotisserie chicken, (not turkey, because neither of them liked it, even declaring it as the worst bird meat below duck) mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce. Logan had been in a good mood all day— recently he’d felt like he finally had a home again.

Logan snorted, unfazed. “I’m single because I don’t spend my free time doing things like… whatever you’re about to do with that fork.”

“Oh, this?” Wade waggled the fork of cake in Logan’s direction. “I was just reminiscing about old times. Y’know, Vanessa loved when I used to do this—”

Before Logan could react, Wade lunged across the counter. Buttercream and soft, pillowy crumbs of pumpkin cake— smeared from Logan’s cheek to his bottom lip- to which Logan licked at it, and looked at Wade incredulously, pausing for a moment.

“Wade!” Logan barked. “What the hell!?” His tone was playful, and he said it with an amused smile.

“Happy Thanksgiving!” Wade crowed, his grin stretching from ear to ear. “You look festive.”

Logan wiped his cheek with a growl, but instead of calming down, he grabbed his own slice of cake and hurled it. The dessert splattered against Wade’s shoulder, leaving a sticky, pumpkin-scented mess.

Wade looked down at the damage, then back at Logan, his eyes sparkling with drunken mischief. “Oh, it’s on.”

Within seconds, the kitchen devolved into chaos. Wade grabbed handfuls of cake and smeared them wherever he could reach—Logan’s face, his hair, even his flannel shirt. Logan retaliated with equally reckless abandon, slamming a plate of whipped cream directly onto Wade’s chest.

“You’re insane,” Logan shouted, trying to dodge a swipe of frosting aimed at his nose.

“And you’re too serious!” Wade shot back, laughing so hard he nearly fell over. “C’mon, loosen up! It’s the holidays!”

Logan growled and tackled Wade into the counter, their laughter echoing through the kitchen as cake and frosting flew everywhere. In the scuffle, Wade managed to pin Logan’s wrists, leaning close with a triumphant smirk.

“Face it,” Wade said, his voice dropping into something low and teasing. “You can’t beat me. I’m the cake master.”

Logan, flushed and breathless, glared up at him. “You’re an idiot.”

“And yet you’re still here,” Wade shot back, grinning. “Admit it, you’re having fun—”

Logan, his head spinning from both the whiskey and the ridiculousness of the moment, surged up and kissed him. It wasn’t planned, not even close. It was messy and tasted like sugar and booze, but it worked—Wade froze, his hands loosening their grip on Logan’s wrists.

The kiss grew into something aggressive, yet soft… so soft, and fulfilling— hot and full off playfulness. Logan licked frosting off of Wade’s cheek, pulling away to see his expression, swallowing the contents on his tongue.

For once, Wade was speechless. He blinked, then slowly tilted his head, a lopsided smile forming. “You know, you could’ve just said you wanted to give me beard burn on my nethers. Cake wars weren’t necessary, peanut.”

Logan groaned and pushed him away, trying to hide his face. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re sweet,” Wade quipped, wiping frosting off Logan’s cheek with his index finger and popped in his mouth. “Literally.”

As Logan tried to salvage what was left of his dignity, Wade grabbed a clean fork and held it out, offering a fresh bite of cake. “Truce?”

Logan hesitated, then leaned forward and bit the cake off the fork, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. He chewed for a second before, “Only if you stop calling yourself the cake master.”

“Deal.” Wade said, though the glint in his eye promised nothing of the sort.

It was moments like these that made being immortal and royally cursed by the universe not so bad, to both of them. He’d really met his match— and Logan loved it, tumors and all.

[lovelytsunoda]

the great christmas light fight // george russell

summary: their newlywed christmas might not be all they hoped it would be when a new couple moves in across the street and threatens to steal george's title as 'king of christmas'

pairing: george russell x newlywed! reader

warnings: this is bascially the movie 'deck the halls' but instead of matthew broderick and danny devito, it's george and lando. a small, interrupted and comedic smut scene, i gave lando a fiancee and her name is belinda.

the frosty-covered grass crunched beneath her timberland boots as she shifted back and forth on her feet. one mitten-clad hand held the coil of brightly tinged christmas lights that her new husband was nailing to the eavestrough on their backsplit. the sun shone down, obscuring her view of george's face, locks of his brown hair escaping the confines of his gray toque.

"right, love, can you uncoil that just a bit more, and then we wrap the rest around the drainpipe?' george suggested, wiping the sweat off his face with the hand that wasn't holding a nail gun.

"sure! can you lean over that far, or are you coning down to move the ladder?"

“I think I can reach, but if you could wrap it around the drainpipe?”

she stepped over the icy puddle at the bottom of the drainpipe, dropping the coil to the floor as she began to wrap it around the metal.

christmas had always been her husband favourite holiday, even before they got married. and now that they were joined in joyful matrimony, his dedication to the festive holiday had grown tenfold.

they were almost done stringing the lights when two large trucks turned down the circular court, tailed by a sleek black mclaren that pulled into the driveway pockmarked by a sold sign.

"i guess the new people are here." george cocked an eyebrow, looking down at her from his perch on the ladder. "i know you want to be nosy, but we've been out for two and a half hours trying to put the lights up, so can we please just focus on the task at hand?"

she looked back towards the house, before grinning up at her husband. "i think they're coming to us, babe."

when he saw the young couple begin the walk over the snow-dusted asphalt, george began to descend the ladder, taking off his work gloves and attempting to warm his freezing hands in the pockets of his flannel coat. y/n placed the remaining lights on the lawn, moving to wrap an arm around her husband, gently nuzzling into his side as they prepared to greet the new neighbours.

"this is quite the christmas setup that you've got here." the first of the neighbours said, his hands tucked into a fake leather puffer jacket, a pathetic attempt to facial hair dotting his chin. "i'm lando, and this is my fiancee belinda. we just moved in across the street from you guys."

"george russell!" george proclaimed, sticking a cold hand out to shake. "resident king of christmas. my display is always the best on the court. not to brag, or anything. and this lovely lady is my wife, y/n."

"hi, lovely to meet you!" she stuck up a gloved hand, waving at belinda, who's blonde hair swayed in the light breeze.

"you have a beautiful home." belinda gushed, a bright smile splitting her face. "i can see that you're quite busy with christmas lights, and we're busy with just about everything, but I would have to have you both over for dinner sometime soon!"

"of course!" george said it a little too loudly, a little too fast, ever the social butterfly, he was.

a sentiment that would, quite soon, come to bit the russells in the arse.

___________

the next morning, all was quiet and frozen in the countryside as y/n russell left the house, now illuminated in colorful christmas spirit, an ice scraper in her hand as she attempted to get the layers of ice, snow and frost that had formed overnight off of the windshield of her bmw. it was still dark outside, no hope of the sun soon creeping over the horizon

while she was scraping, she heard the door open, her husband stepping out on to the porch, his chestnut har was messy, and he still wore his flannel pants and worn england soccer shirt. his hand covered by layers of gloves and the collar on his jacket flipped up.

"thought you could use a hand. get you to work with enough time to make a warm drink and relax." george suggested, gently kissing his wife on the forehead. "and i wanted a chance to see you before you left."

"aw, thanks honey. but i think i've got it. you should go back to sleep."

but something else had caught george's attention. they may have just moved in, but somehow lando and belinda had found the time to put up their own christmas lights. while the rusell's house was fun and festive, the house across the court took a more sophisticated approach. the walkway was dotted with candy canes, cream colored lights staple gunned to the house, a gorgeous wire slwigh lit up in red on their lawn, next to an army of metal reindeer wrapped in bright white leds.

"they're doing christmas better than we are, and they only just got here!"

she’d thought it was mock hurt. she'd honestly thought that george was making a joke out of it. but when she came home from work that afternoon, as the sun was beginning to sink behind the clouds, she would find that george had taken lando's christmas display as a challenge.

she pulled into the frosty driveway, narrowing her eyes as she spied husband talking to the new neighbour, leaning against a light up snowman that they definitely didn't have the day prior. for that matter, there were definitely lights up that they hadn't put up yesterday.

since when did christmas lights become a dick measuring contest? she asked george that much over dinner, and he told her not to worry, that it was all in good fun.

"how much did all of that cost, george?" she asked, twirling fettucine around the tines of her fork. "we don't have the money to be spending on extra christmas decorations while you're out of work."

"i go back to work in march, babe. it's not a big deal." george reasoned. "but my pride is a little hurt, knowing that i'm no longer the block's king of christmas."

y/n sighed, reaching for her glass of red wine. they sat across from each other at the large dining room table, a bath and body works candle burning in the middle. it was supposed to be relaxing, but her minor annoyance at her lover was getting in the way of their romantic evening for two.

the next afternoon, when she went over to help belinda unpack boxes while the men did god knows what, there were even more decorations on lando norris' lawn.

"so you've noticed it too?" belinda sighed. "those idiots are going to go broke trying to outdo each other. seriously, no man should be allowed to have a seasonal job that ends at christmas. now i have to put up with lando and his bullshit until march."

y/n laughed, helping cut open a box labelled 'wine' in all caps. "i told george the same thing. since when were christmas lights a dick measuring contest?"

"right!" belinda giggled, uncorking a bottle of chardonnay. "it's keeping him occupied, but it's driving me up the wall. i work from home for three days a week, and i can't keep doing that if he's here."

"i hear you there." y/n chuckled. "i'm fine letting it go on for now, but once it stars to interfere with my sex life or my bank account, i'm shutting it the fuck down."

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"fuck, george, that feels so good." she whined, pressed up against the cold wall, his breath warm on her neck as he thrusts into her

"that's it, pretty girl. you're doing so well for me." he rasped, kissing her ear, his hand clasping hers behind her back.

she had known that the slutty elf outfit was going to work. she knew that all she needed to do to distract her husband from his silly little christmas light fight was to entice him into bed. or to the wall, as it would so happen.

"fuck, i've missed this." george growled. "i'm so sorry that i lost sight our marriage."

"please don't talk about your pissing contest with lando while your dick is in me." she whined, bucking her hips back, taking his cock deeper.

everything was coming up roses: george and lando had stopped their pissing contest with the christmas lights, she'd spent a nice day christmas shopping with her husband, and now she was going to get dicked down so good that she wasn't sure she'd be able to walk in the morning.

and wait.... was that run run rudolph?

she wasn't the only one that noticed it. george's hips stilled, and she turned her head to face him. they were both confused, but after detaching from each other and heading into the living room to peer at the bay window, the flashing red and green lights were a dead giveaway.

it was lando and belinda's house.

"motherfucker." george cussed, hastily doing up his pants and reaching for his winter jacket. "can i not have one bloody thing in this neighbourhood?"

"george!" y/n shouted, scrambling for her plush bathrobe. "george william russell, get your ass back here!"

they flew down the front steps barefoot, not noticing the cold on the pads of their feet until george stopped at the end of the driveway, glaring at the neighbours.

"what the fuck!"

in the middle of lando and belinda's lawn, set up inside an inflatable pool, was a robotic bucking bronco. oh, sorry, a bucking reindeer that the neighbourhood kids were trying their hand at.

or at least, that was what it was supposed to be for. currently, lando sat astride the machine as it bucked the young man up and down, waving a santa hat in his hand like a lasso. belinda stood next to the controls, frowning deeply at her fiancee.

"this is a declaration of war, you wanker!" george shouted across the street, but he doubted lando could hear him over the stereo.

behind him, y/n closed her eyes, fingers massaging her temples.

it was going to be a long, long christmas season.

TAGS:

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @httpiastri @oconso @thatsdemko @2-fast-2-curious @sidcrosbyspuck @userlando @twinkodium

[superiorsturgeon]

Hallmark Movie

Blonde boy: *wearing business attire* Wow, this small town certainly is quaint and different from the fast-paced world of the big city! I sure am out of my element here!

Blonde boy: After I complete the business for my family’s company that brought me out here, I’ll probably have to hurry back and try to get that promotion/new job that takes up all my time… 😞

Redhead woman: *steps out of pickup truck wearing jeans and flannel* Excuse me, but due to a snowstorm/landslide it looks like you’re stuck in town for a month! How about I show you around this improbably close-knit community and teach you the value of taking time to appreciate the little things instead of working all the time?

Blonde boy: *taking off his sensible tie* Okay! After some initial culture shock, I’m sure I can help pull off some big holiday festival/save the farm and find happiness as your house-husband in the countryside! 😃

Blonde boy: *jumps into Redhead Woman’s arms and kisses her as she carries him over the threshold into a nearby cabin* 🥰

Credits roll

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Pyrrha: …so what do you think…? 😃

Weiss: *reading Pyrrha’s screenplay before pitching it to Schnee Studios* …well…it’s uh…

Ren: Maybe you could flesh out the plot a bit more. Perhaps some kind of antagonist to create conflict…?

Nora: Put more tension early on between the male and female leads!

Jaune: It’s adorable! 🥰

[misshoneyimhome]

What’s up, buttercups!

Welcome to the fourth chapter of Sexy Christmas ☃︎! This one’s a special little treat for my Kevin girls— @ladylooch, this is for you, queen! ❤️ And an extra festive shoutout to @couldawouldashoulda50 —this serves as a bit of an early birthday present just for you, babe! You sweetly requested Kevin, and I truly hope this chapter brings all the holiday spice and joy you were wishing for 🙏🏼💕

Enjoy, my lovelies! 🎄🥰 happy holidays!

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Holiday Stocking Surprise - Kevin Fiala

OC finds a suggestive note in her Christmas stocking, and it leads to a naughty holiday scavenger hunt through her house, with the hockey player waiting for her at the end—ready for more than just Christmas cheer.

Tropes & warnings: 18+ smut, established relationship, Kevin Fiala x reader, please don’t ask me why I always start out with m orally pleasing f 🙈, oral sex (f and m receiving), swallowing cum

Word count: 2.7

The soft morning glow of Christmas filtered through the windows, casting golden streaks across the cosy living room. The scent of pine from the freshly decorated tree mingled with the faint aroma of coffee brewing in the kitchen. You stretched languidly on the couch, still in your flannel pyjamas, and glanced at the stockings hung neatly by the fireplace. Something about the way yours bulged slightly made your brow furrow, curiosity sparking.

Sliding off the couch, you padded barefoot across the warm wooden floors, your fingers brushing over the soft fabric of the stocking. You reached inside, feeling around until your hand closed on a folded piece of paper. Tugging it free, you unfolded it to find Kevin’s familiar handwriting scrawled in dark ink.

“Merry Christmas, Schätzi.

I thought I’d spice things up this year with a little game. Follow the clues, and trust me—you’ll like what you find at the end. Start where we begin our mornings together.

xo, Kev.”

A smile spread across your face as your cheeks flushed. Kevin’s playful nature never failed to surprise you, and this wasn’t the first time he’d left you a little challenge. But a scavenger hunt on Christmas morning? He was definitely raising the stakes.

Your gaze drifted toward the kitchen, understanding his clue instantly. The coffee maker sat quietly humming, the faint steam from a fresh brew curling upwards. Sure enough, sitting beside it was a folded note pinned with a sprig of mistletoe. You plucked it up, grinning as you opened it.

“Clue #2: Where the chill lingers but comfort reigns, the next surprise awaits.

See you soon.”

You laughed softly, your cheeks warming. Sliding open the fridge, your gaze landed on a red envelope tucked beside the milk carton. Inside, you found a candy cane tied with a gold ribbon and another note.

“Clue #3: Where sparks fly, the next gift waits. I can’t wait to see you glowing.”

Your pulse quickened as you turned back towards the fireplace, its embers faintly glowing from last night. Then you noticed it—something you surprisingly hadn’t noticed earlier: a shiny gold box sitting on the hearth, catching the soft light of the morning sun. Kneeling, you carefully picked it up, unwrapping it to reveal a lacy red garter belt and matching stockings. Your cheeks flushed as you imagined Kevin picking them out, his mischievous grin undoubtedly in place.

Attached was one final note.

“The final stop is where we’ve made so many memories, but this morning, I want to make a new one. Come find me, Schätzi.”

Anticipation bubbled in your chest as you made your way upstairs to the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and as you pushed it open, your breath hitched.

Kevin lounged casually against the headboard, his dark hair slightly tousled, and his fitted black boxers clung low on his hips. The morning light illuminated the defined lines of his chest and stomach, and his familiar, devilish smirk tugged at his lips.

“You found me,” he said, his voice a low, smooth drawl that sent a shiver through you. His eyes flicked to the garter belt and stockings in your hand, his smirk deepening. “Those are going to look even better on you.”

For a moment, you stood frozen, unable to tear your gaze away from him. The confident way he looked at you, the playful challenge in his tone—it all made your heart race.

“Well?” he prompted, his voice teasing as he tilted his head. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to show me how they look?”

A playful smile tugged at your lips as you stepped into the room, closing the door behind you. “You really went all out for this, didn’t you?” you said, your voice light but tinged with anticipation.

Kevin chuckled, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “Only for you,” he replied, his tone soft but brimming with intent. Rising from his position, he reached out, catching your wrist gently and tugging you closer as he sat by the edge of the bed. His touch was warm, grounding, and as you came to stand between his legs, his hands rested on your waist.

“You look beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, filled with genuine affection. His thumbs brushed over the soft fabric of your pyjamas, his gaze sweeping over you with an appreciation that made your cheeks flush. “But I think we can do better for what I have in mind.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers moved to unbutton your pyjama top, each movement slow and deliberate, as though savouring every moment. His gaze followed his hands, dark with a mix of desire and tenderness, until the fabric slipped from your shoulders and fell to the floor.

“Du bisch so unglaublich,” Kevin whispered, his hands gliding over the newly exposed skin of your shoulders, down your breasts, and coming to rest on your hips. He tugged you closer, his body warm and solid against yours as he looked up at you from beneath thick lashes.

“Kev…” you began, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?” His lips curved into a soft, knowing smile as he dipped his head, pressing a kiss on top of your nipple. His lips were warm, sending a shiver down your spine as his hands slid lower, teasing the waistband of your pyjama bottoms.

“I want you,” he murmured against your skin, his voice steady and filled with quiet assurance. “Just let me take care of you.”

You let out a shaky breath, your hands finding his shoulders as he gently pulled you into him and pulled you down onto the bed. Rolling over to hover you, the warmth of his body enveloped you, the gentle but deliberate way his lips explored your skin igniting a fire in your chest. His movements were unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world to savour every second.

The garter belt and stockings lay forgotten on the floor as Kevin continued to undress you, his hands and lips leaving no part of you untouched. Each kiss was soft but purposeful, trailing a path of warmth across your skin. When he reached the curve of your hip, his fingers brushing over your lace underwear, you arched into him, a soft gasp escaping your lips.

“Du bisch perfekt,” he murmured, his voice husky as his gaze roamed over you. His hands slid up your thighs, his thumbs tracing small circles that sent jolts of pleasure through your body. “Mmm, I want you so badly, schätzi”

“Show me how badly you want me,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Kevin’s smirk returned, his eyes darkening as he lowered himself further, his lips pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thigh. Every touch was deliberate, every movement designed to heighten the tension building between you. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered, left you breathless.

His lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you in place as his tongue followed the path his lips had begun. The heat building was unbearable, the tension stretching taut with every lingering touch.

“Patience, schätzi,” he murmured, his voice a low, teasing rasp that vibrated against your skin. The nickname, spoken with such affection, sent a wave of warmth through you that had nothing to do with the fire smouldering in his gaze.”We have all morning.”

Your fingers threaded through his dark hair, tugging slightly as you tilted your head back, your body arching into his touch. “You’re one to talk about patience,” you whispered, your voice breathy with need. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

Despite Christmas time, the hockey season only calmed for a few days. Before that, you hadn’t seen or felt your boyfriend in over two weeks. 

Kevin paused, his lips hovering just above the waistband of your lace knickers, and looked up at you with a smirk that was both wicked and adoring. “Oh, I have an idea,” he said, his hands sliding beneath you to grip the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. “But I think I like hearing it.”

Your cheeks flushed, heat flooding your body as his lips found the edge of the lace, his teeth grazing it lightly. The anticipation was unbearable, and a soft moan escaped your lips, spurring him on. His fingers hooked into the delicate fabric, easing it down your thighs with an excruciating slowness that had you trembling beneath him.

Kevin’s gaze never left yours as he discarded the lace, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “Mmm, my favourite kind of breakfast,” he murmured, his hands returning to your thighs, spreading you for him with a confidence that left no room for hesitation. “And all mine.”

He leaned forward, his mouth continuing its exploration, and the first brush of his tongue against your core sent a shockwave of pleasure through your body. You gasped, your fingers clenching the sheets as he worked your sensitive flesh with a mix of expertise and devotion, each movement calculated to unravel you completely.

The room seemed to disappear around you, fading into the background as Kevin focused on you entirely. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as his tongue delved deeper - licking, sucking, poking - exploring every inch of you with a hunger that left you breathless.

“Kev…” you moaned, your voice breaking as your hips bucked against him. He groaned in response, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through you. His grip tightened, his hands anchoring you in place as he continued to tease and torment you, his mouth working you closer and closer to the edge. “Oh my g…” 

He couldn’t help but smirk against your cunt. Licking every drop of juices as he pleasured you, had him grinning with confidence. Meanwhile, he felt the blood rush to his member, hardening in boxers. But your cries were worth it. The way you unravelled for him, he knew you were just on the brink of your climax. 

And when your body finally shattered beneath him, a cry of his name spilling from your lips, he didn’t stop. He drew out your pleasure, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to prolong every wave of ecstasy until you were trembling in his hands, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Kevin finally pulled back, his lips glistening as he looked up at you with a satisfied grin. “Merry Christmas, schätzi,” he teased, his voice thick with desire as he climbed back up your body, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was all heat and hunger.

Your fingers trailed down his chest, the hard planes of muscle beneath your touch sending another spark of desire through you. “Merry Christmas, love. But… now it’s  my turn,” you whispered against his lips, your voice soft but laced with determination. You pushed gently against his chest, guiding him to lie back on the bed, his dark eyes widening with a mix of surprise and anticipation.

You offered him a playful smile, your heart pounding as you settled yourself more securely across his hips. The way Kevin looked at you—so open, so unabashedly taken by this moment—set every nerve aflame. You let your fingertips travel along his torso, enjoying how his muscles twitched under your touch, feeling the heat radiating. “Mmm, what you’ve got in mind?”

“Well, something tells me you won’t mind if I have a candy cane for breakfast” you teased, leaning down so your breath ghosted over the hollow of his throat before trailing your lips lower. You took your time exploring his body, rediscovering him in the soft glow of morning light, the scent of pine and distant holiday cheers drifting in from the outside.

Kevin’s breath hitched, a low hum of approval escaping his lips as your kisses followed a steady path down the lines of his chest, across the defined ridges of his abdomen, and further still. When you reached the waistband of his boxers, you let your fingers linger, hooking gently beneath the elastic and looking up to meet his gaze. And his rock hard member you found there was both reassuring and utterly intoxicating.

“I’ve missed this,” you said softly, pressing a kiss just above the waistband before easing the fabric downward with deliberate slowness.

Kevin’s response was a ragged inhale, his hand sliding into your hair to cradle the back of your head as he propped himself on his other elbow to watch you, mesmerised. “God, me too,” he murmured, voice tight with anticipation. “You have no idea.”

“You can show me later,” you countered, a teasing lilt in your voice. “Right now, it’s my turn to show you everything I’ve been thinking about.”

Lowering yourself between his thighs, you took his cock in hand first, adjusting to the warmth and stiffness of him. His reaction was immediate: a soft, half-formed curse and the subtle arch of his spine against the mattress. You started slowly, watching each subtle shift in his expression, the way his lashes fluttered when you increased the pressure slightly, or how his jaw tightened when your thumb grazed a particularly sensitive spot.

When at last you took him into your mouth, you did so with a careful, unhurried rhythm, each motion designed to draw out his pleasure. He tasted warm, clean, distinctly him, and the quiet moans that fell from his lips urged you on. Kevin’s hand tightened in your hair, not forcefully, but enough that you felt the gentle encouragement in the way he stroked your scalp with his fingertips.

“Schätzi,” he breathed, his voice strained yet filled with reverence. “You’re… you’re driving me insane.”

You paused to glance up, ensuring he saw your mischievous smile, your eyes shining with satisfaction. The power in that moment, the knowledge that you could unravell him with just your lips and tongue, was heady. Returning your focus to him, you adjusted your pace, taking him deeper, savouring each quiet gasp, each taut line of muscle that told you just how close he was teetering on the edge.

He muttered something under his breath—your name, perhaps, or a prayer—and you felt his thighs tense beneath your palms. It was a signal you understood well. You eased your pace, deliberately pulling back just as his breath hitched, refusing to let him topple over too soon.

Kevin groaned, his head falling back against the pillows, dark hair fanning out as he tried to catch his breath. “Please,” he whispered, the word filled with a raw need that made your heart flip. “If you keep going like that, I’m done for.”

With a soft chuckle, you released him. “Oh, that’s the plan, love.”

Settling more comfortably between his legs, you took a moment to admire Kevin—his flushed cheeks, the tension in his arms, and the ragged rhythm of his breathing. The sight of him so undone beneath you sent a thrill through your chest.

Leaning in again, your movements were slow and deliberate, every touch designed to savour the way his body responded. His soft groans turned into deep, unsteady breaths as your rhythm quickened, and his fingers tangled gently in your hair, clinging for control. The world outside faded, leaving only the warmth of the room and the sound of his gasps.

As he edged closer, his broken whispers and taut muscles told you everything you needed to know. You held him there, unhurried, until his restraint finally crumbled, his head falling back as he surrendered with a deep, guttural moan, releasing his load into mouth. And you tasted every single drop of it. You continued gently, drawing out every shiver and aftershock until his body relaxed completely, his breaths coming in uneven waves.

You pressed a gentle kiss just below his navel before settling beside him, your palm resting on his chest to feel the gradual rhythm of his heartbeat. Leaning in, you placed a tender kiss along his jawline and whispered softly, “Thank you for an incredible morning, Kev.”

His voice, husky yet filled with warmth, broke the quiet. “Thank you for being here with me, Schätzli,” he murmured, pulling you closer. A playful smirk tugged at his lips. “Looks like I’ll have to wait to see that outfit another time.”

You chuckled, brushing your nose against his. “Looks like it.”

[grannyandgrandpascreations]

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[joelalorian]

Wonder in Winterland - Part II

Hallmark!Joel x f!reader | wc: 5k | masterlist

Series Summary: You, a city girl on a cross-country road trip a week before Christmas, find yourself stranded in a whimsical Christmas town. You soon discover there is more to life than big city dreams. Based on the Hallmark movie Love You Like Christmas.

Warnings: None (although the rest of this blog is 18+ mdni). This is utter fluff and whimsy, with a occasional foul language and lots of banter in the AU style of a Hallmark Christmas movie. Matchmaker!Sarah. Limited descriptions of reader and no use of y/n. Enjoy it with a cuppa hot cocoa and a warm blankie. Will post on Sundays throughout December.

A/N: Thank you so much for the love on this fun little series. It warms my heart like you wouldn't believe! I wrapped this part up early and couldn't wait until tomorrow, so here is Part II a day early. Also, if anyone is interested in creating a moodboard for this fic, you would have my undying love for eternity! Thank you brittmb115 for the perfect moodboard!

Series Masterlist

Part II

“I see you met Barkley,” Maria laughed as you and the pup made your way down the stairs. “He likes to make himself right at home.”

“He’s a great napping partner,” your replied with a broad grin. “How long have you had him?”

“Oh, Barkley’s not ours, he’s Joel’s dog. I think he’s had Barkley for about three years now. Just showed up one day, underfed and in dire need of grooming, and never left,” Maria explained, bending down to greet Barkley with enthusiastic belly rubs. “Joel checked with all the shelters and vets in the entire state hoping to find his owners, but no luck. Now he and Joel are best buds and he stays with us with sometimes.”

Gosh, as if you didn’t already find the man insanely attractive. Now you found out he’s a rescuer of lost dogs. Your heart melted into a puddle right there on the gorgeous hardwood floor.

“Joel and Sarah should be here any minute. Hope you’re hungry!”

The dining room at the Evergreen House was a picture-perfect holiday scene with a long wooden table polished to a deep mahogany, the chandelier above adorned with garlands of holly and fairy lights that cast a warm glow around the festive room. The table filled with delicious food and the scent of roasted turkey and baked cinnamon apples mingled with the faint fragrance of the artfully decorated tree in the corner.

“It smells heavenly in here,” you admitted, taking a seat at the large table.

Joel entered just as you settled a cloth napkin in your lap. Tall and broad, dressed in a fresh green flannel and dark jeans, his presence filled the room. His dark umber eyes lit up at seeing you, leaving your heart sparking to life like the first crackle of a fire in the hearth. A young girl bounded in behind him, an adorable ball of energy wrapped in a red sweater with snowflake patterns. Her dark eyes sparkled with curiosity when they landed on you, but her attention quickly veered toward the happy pup as Barkley sought her affections by spinning circles in front of her. A man with dark hair like Joel’s only longer entered the room last, slipping into the seat at the head of the table and flashed a welcoming grin in your direction.

Maria clapped her hands together once everyone was seated, her smile bright. “Everyone, this is our newest guest.” She went about introducing you by name to Tommy and Sarah, and you were instantly charmed by the knowledge that Sarah was Joel’s daughter. Still, you were curious about his marital status. Your eyes darted to Joel’s left hand to find the third finger bare before turning your focus back to Maria. “She’s here thanks to Joel and his, uh, interesting day on the highway.”

Sarah giggled, nudging her dad’s side as his cheeks flushed, a faint pink blooming beneath his scruffy beard. “Interesting, huh?” he muttered, pouty lips curving into a sheepish smile.

Taking pity on him, you chimed in. “Let’s just say his charm makes up for his ability to block a highway.”

Joel’s laugh came soft and low, the sound melting into the warmth of the room. His eyes caught yours, holding your gaze just a moment longer than necessary. Your heart gave an unexpected flutter, the kind that felt like the start of something magical. ‘Twas the season for it, after all. Right?

The dining room soon buzzed with the easy warmth of family chatter, laughter weaving its way around the table. Joel sat across from you, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp, flicking your way every so often as if drawn to you involuntarily. Beside him, Sarah eagerly loaded her plate, small hands working with the kind of determination that only a child could muster when mashed potatoes were involved. Judging by the size of the pile on her plate, Sarah’s eyes were three times the size of her stomach and you doubted she would finish even half of it.

Tommy leant back in his chair, his easy grin matching the sparkle in Maria’s eyes as they presided over the table like a pair of holiday hosts straight out of a Christmas card.

“So,” Sarah began, looking at you with wide-eyed curiosity. “Are you married?”

You nearly choked on your sip of cabernet, the question snowballing out of nowhere. Joel froze mid-reach for the breadbasket, his ears turning visibly pink. “Sarah,” he started, voice low with a gentle warning, “that’s not—”

“Nope,” you interjected, cutting him off with a good-natured smile. “Not married, you cheeky little thing. Why do you ask?”

Sarah shrugged, her mischievous grin giving away more than her casual tone. “I was just wondering, ‘cause you’re pretty and Daddy’s not married either. Isn’t that funny?”

Tommy sat back in his seat and barked out a laugh as his brother groaned and scrubbed a hand down his face. “Well, I’ll be,” Tommy said, his voice thick with amusement. “Kids say the damnedest things, huh?” He ignored the scowl Joel sent his way.

“Sarah,” Joel muttered, the look he shot her equal parts exasperated and affectionate. “Why don’t we talk about something else? Like, oh, I don’t know… school?”

Sarah scoffed, clearly enjoying making her dad uncomfortable in front of you. “School’s boring, dad. This is way more interesting.”

“Smart kid,” Tommy quipped, raising his glass in her direction and flashing Joel a cheeky wink. “She’s not wrong, ya know.”

“Tommy! Stop encouraging her,” Maria hissed, hiding the grin that tugged at her lips behind her wine.

Joel’s gaze darted to you, his lips curving into a helpless smile that made your stomach flip. “Sorry about that,” he murmured, voice low enough that only you could hear over the chatter from the other three Millers. “She’s got a knack for stirring up trouble.”

“Which she clearly learned from your brother,” you teased, leaning over the table just enough to meet his eyes fully and keep your conversation quiet. “But I don’t mind. She’s just curious and I’m utterly charmed by her. Besides,” you added, your eyes sparkling and tone playful, “she’s not the only charming Miller in the room.”

Joel’s eyebrows shot up slightly, a spark of surprise flickering across his handsome face. “Careful, darlin’,” he drawled, his voice like warm honey coating your skin. “My brother’s married, ya know, and his wife is sitting right next to you.”

You responded with a playful roll of your eyes, “He’s obviously not the Miller I was talking about, Joel.”

“Well, you keep talkin’ like that and I’ll start thinkin’ you like me.”

Tommy let out a low whistle, clearly eavesdropping. “Careful with this one, brother. Sounds like she’ll give you a run for your money.”

Joel shot his brother a look, but you didn’t miss the way his shoulders relaxed, his confidence returning in spades. “Just tryin’ to make a good impression on the big city lady,” he said, gaze settling warmly back on you. “Not every day you meet someone who fits right in like they’ve been here all along.”

The words, simple as they were, carried a weight that made your cheeks warm. You glanced down at your plate, digging your toes under Barkley’s fur as he laid beneath the table to distract yourself, and fought the pull of your lips curving into a pleased smile. Maria’s knowing expression told you the fight was for naught.

“Alright, you rascals,” Tommy said, breaking the moment with a chuckle. “Let’s finish up and move onto dessert before Sarah starts planning a wedding.”

After dinner, you settled on a couch in front of the fire with Sarah, where the rest of the Millers insisted you stay while they cleaned up. Being a chatty and precocious young girl, Sarah regaled you with various tales of her and Joel’s life, often including embarrassingly cute details about her father and pausing to eye your reactions. She was a delightful storyteller.

“I meant it at dinner,” she said, suddenly changing subjects from how she taught Barkley to fetch pinecones yesterday. Her voice took on a hint of longing and wonder. “You really are pretty.”

You hummed in response, running your fingers over her hair. “Thank you. You are so pretty, too, Sarah. You have your dad’s eyes, like a little puppy dog’s when it’s begging for treats. I bet you get away with murder with eyes like that.”

Sarah shrugged with a giggle before her gaze sharpened. “So, I think that means you like my dad’s eyes. You said you’re not married. Do you have a boyfriend? Or a… a girlfriend?”

Goodness but this young girl was quick and, apparently, hyper-fixated on playing matchmaker for her dad. Your wide eyes softened as you realized how Joel was raising his daughter to be accepting and open-minded and your heart melted. He was a great dad.

“Nope, no boyfriends or girlfriends. I’ve been too focused on my work for a while,” you admitted. Before Sarah could pepper you with more questions, Joel entered the room, Barkley following right on his heels. Crinkles formed around his eyes with the brightness of his smile at the sight of the two of you huddled together on the couch.

“It’s stopped snowing. I promised Sarah we’d walk through town before we go home. Would you like to join us to see the town square all lit up?” he asked, hip propped against the arm of the sofa next to Sarah.

Reluctant at first, you gave in to the excitement in Sarah’s voice when she chimed in. “You must see the lights! And the tree! It’s so pretty!”

Bundled in borrowed mittens, coat, and scarf that carried the faint scent of fresh laundry, you followed Joel and Sarah outside into a winter wonderland. Barkley’s leash was clutched tightly in Sarah’s hand as he trotted beside her.

The town square looked like it had been plucked straight out of a holiday snow globe and you stared in awe. Strings of lights crisscrossed above the road, casting a warm glow over the dusting of snow remaining after the last plow went by. Shops selling hot cocoa and hand-knit scarves, pastries and baubles, lined the street, and a small choir sang carols by the towering Christmas tree adorned with ribbons, lights, and silver tinsel right in the heart of the square.

Sarah skipped ahead with Barkley, her boots making tiny impressions in the snow as she left the adults behind. Joel strolled beside you, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, shoulders slightly hunched against the cold as his warm eyes tracked his daughter’s movements. Every so often, his arm brushed yours, the accidental contact sending a surprising jolt of warmth through you each time.

Watching as Sarah danced around the choir as Barkley stood guard, movements perfectly in sync with the melody, you smiled. “She’s really something,” you said softly.

“She is,” Joel agreed, his voice tinged with pride. His coffee-colored eyes, full of thoughtful vulnerability, met yours. “I hit the damn jackpot as far as daughters go. Her, uh, mom passed away during childbirth. It’s been me and her against the world ever since.”

An involuntary gasp left your lips, and you gazed at him somberly. Not knowing what to say, you finally settled on a soft, “That must have been so hard.”

Joel nodded, his attempt at a smile falling short. “It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. There were so many days where I doubted myself, that I thought she’d be better off with someone else, someone who could give her everything she deserved, but… Tommy, the pain in the ass that he can be, was always there to help and talked sense into me. My parents too, while they were still alive. Soon enough, we found a rhythm and the rest is history. Now I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

Goodness, but this man was something and you would fall for him head over tea kettle if you weren’t careful… “You’re an amazing dad, Joel. I could tell the moment I met Sarah and saw you two interact. She’s lucky to have you as a father.”

“Naw, I’m the lucky one. That girl made me a better man, one to be proud of.” A shine took to his eyes, and you glanced away to give him a moment. Before long, Joel cleared his throat. His gaze shifted to you, his expression thoughtful. “I don’t think I said it before, but I’m glad we crossed paths today.”

You met his eyes, the soft light of the Christmas lights reflected in their warm brown depths. “Me, too,” you admitted, the barely whispered words carried by the gentle, crisp breeze between you.

“I don’t usually open up like that,” Joel confessed, suddenly bashful. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I find it really easy to talk to you.”

Warmth rushed your cheeks as you smiled back at him. “It’s all part of my mysterious charm. You Millers aren’t the only ones blessed with it.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” he teased back with a bark of laughter.

The following morning, you woke early missing the extra warmth Barkley provided as Joel took him home last night. Once you were up and moving, Maria offered to make you breakfast – as their only guest at the moment, she and Tommy catered to your every need – but you graciously declined, wanting to explore the town during daylight hours after the tranquil beauty of last night.

“Well, you’ll have to stop by the diner then, if you want some breakfast while you explore,” Tommy said. “It’s called Mac’s, but a woman named Tess owns it now.”

“She’s a close friend of the family, so is the cook, Frank. Joel’s known them forever,” Maria added. “They’ll take good care of you.”

“Yeah, they’re good people.” Tommy paused, his gaze thoughtful for a moment. “There was a time when we thought Tess and—”

“You should get going if you want to beat the rush,” Maria cut her husband off with a sharp glance. “It’s the only diner in town and gets real busy around this time.”

You glanced back and forth between the couple, feeling like you were missing something important – you reckoned it might have something to do with Joel, whatever Tommy was about to say about Tess – but opted to shrug it off. Wasn’t your business anyway.

“Ok, I’ll head to the diner first, then explore the town. Thank you again for dinner last night.” Donning the borrowed coat and scarf Maria insisted you wear, you waved goodbye to the couple and ventured outside.

The morning was sharp and bracing as you stepped out of the Evergreen House, your breath puffing in miniature clouds in front of you. The sun hung low in the sky, barely breaking over the mountains in the distance, pale light shimmering off a few inches of fresh snow blanketing the landscape. Winterland held a quiet charm in the early hours, with the faint sound of wind chimes and the crunch of boots on the snow as the townspeople walked by.

Only a block down from the inn, the diner sat in a squat, brick building with frosted windows artfully decorated for the holidays and an old, hand-painted sign that read Mac’s. The moment you pushed through the door, a bell jingled overhead, and a cozy warmth wrapped its grip around you. The air was a mix of scents – freshly brewed coffee, sizzling bacon, and the cloying sweetness of maple syrup – and the low hum of morning conversation carried through the seating area.

An attractive, tall woman with long hair and a keen gaze stood behind the counter. Judging by the nametag on her retro diner uniform, the woman was none other than Tess. She greeted you with a welcoming smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes and wiped her hands on the apron around her waist. “Well, you must be the new gal Maria told me about. Welcome to Winterland. Find yourself a seat anywhere you’d like, and I’ll be right with you.”

You slid onto a seat at the counter, the red vinyl worn but comfortable. At a nearby table, a man with brown hair and a thick beard scowled at his coffee like it personally wronged him. His presence practically radiated grumpiness, but it was somehow endearing in this environment.

“That’s Bill,” Tess whispered conspiratorially across the counter when she caught you observing the man. “Don’t mind him. He’s all bark and no bite.”

While she spoke, the cook stepped out from behind the pass – an older man with a kind face and mischievous smile – and said, “Speak for yourself, Tess. Last time I told him we were out of pie; he about bit my head off!”

“Shut it, Frank,” Bill growled from his table without looking up, earning a peal of laughter from Tess.

Frank winked at you as he returned to his station. “What’ll it be, darlin’? I make a mean French toast if you’re hungry.”

Before you could respond, Tess leaned on the counter and added, “And don’t forget to try the coffee. Best in town.”

“It’s the only coffee in town,” Bill grumbled unhelpfully.

The warmth of the place and friendly banter between locals was contagious. You ordered eggs benedict, your favorite, but opted for a diet cola instead of coffee. You watched as Frank worked the grill with lazy efficiency, bopping to the music softly playing from the overhead speakers. Between the homey atmosphere of the inn and now the diner, you felt like you were on holiday and momentarily forgot about the inconvenience of your broken-down truck.

Bill muttered something under his breath as Tess refilled his coffee. “You should smile more, Bill. It makes you look pretty,” she teased, plunking the pot of hot liquid on his table with a flourish.

“I’ll give you pretty,” Bill grumbled in return, but you caught the ghost of a smirk on his lips as Tess walked away.

Your breakfast was ready a few minutes later, the eggs poached perfectly and drizzled with just the right of hollandaise. You dug in, savoring the mix of flavors. “This is amazing,” you said. You meant it, too. You’d ordered eggs benedict at many a restaurant over the years and Frank’s was among the best.

“Frank’s a wizard with a griddle,” Tess replied, coming around the counter to plop down on the seat next to yours. “Time for a break, I think. He’s been keepin’ this town fed for years, long before I took over this place. And Bill over there? He’s been keepin’ that seat warm just as long.” Leaning a little closer, her voice dipped as she added, “I think he comes by just to see Frank. They’ve been sweet on each other for ages.”

Unsuspectingly, Frank piped up again. “Don’t let Bill fool you. He acts grumbly and tough, but he always leaves a big tip.”

“I’ll bet he does,” you teased, winking at Tess. You loved getting this kind of insight to the small-town life. The lighthearted banter and how seamlessly they included you made you feel like you really belonged. Suddenly, you could picture your life in a town like Winterland…

Shaking away the thought as a pipe dream, you finished your meal and turned back to Tess. “So, if you own the place, why is it called Mac’s Diner?”

Tess spun on the stool and glanced around the place. “Ah, well, it was my uncle’s diner. I worked here as a teenager and came back to help him as he got older. He passed last year and left the place to me. I tried many times over the years to convince him to do some updates, but he never did. And now I’m not sure how to make it my own without losing the parts that remind us all of him.”

“I can help you with that! I’m in marketing and work for a big firm back in New York City,” you explained. “I can give you a few tips and small changes that will make a big difference without taking away any of the original charm, starting with changing the name to something that resembles you.”

The pair of you chatted for a while, the breakfast rush coming and going as you brainstormed ideas. Once Tess had a solid to-do list, the conversation switched directions.

“So, Ms. Marketing Guru, what brought you to our delightful little hole in the wall?” Tess’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.

You told her about your cross-country trip, the fear of flying, the broken-down truck, and Joel’s help on the highway. At the mention of Joel, Tess’s expression turned dreamy, her smile almost knowing.

“Ah, Joel Miller,” she said, her tone full of hidden meaning. “He’s a good one. Lucky you ran into him.”

Having been completely enchanted by you, Frank chimed in from the grill with a cheeky grin. “Joel’s a real catch. The kind that would make you want to stick around if you hooked ‘em. No one’s been able to in a very long time, though many have tried.”

Warmth rushed your cheeks as you spluttered. “Oh no! It’s not like that.” Despite your insistence, it felt like an outright lie even to yourself.

“Uh huh,” Bill, Frank, and Tess all replied in perfect synchronicity.

The chill in the air deepened throughout the day and you were ready to defrost in front of a crackling fire after a thorough exploration of the quaint town. You arrived back at the inn to find a frazzled Maria staring at a slowly dying fire in the hearth, the rack for firewood next to her sat empty.

“What’s wrong?” you asked when Maria sighed dramatically.

“We’re completely out of firewood,” she said, gesturing toward the sad little fire. In a flustered ramble, she continued, “Joel’s been our go-to for years, and we usually stay well stocked, but it slipped our minds to get more this week. Now we have a new guest coming this evening and a million things to do and no wood left to keep the fireplaces going. I’d ask Joel to bring a load over, but he already does so much for us, I don’t want to burden him with this during the little free time he gets.”

“Oh, well, I can go,” you offered without hesitation, hating to see your new friend so stressed. “I mean, as long as you don’t mind me borrowing a truck, I’ve got plenty of free time and it’s not far, right?”

Maria’s face lit up with gratitude, warmth coming off her stronger than the dying fire. “Are you kiddin’? If you’re willing to help, of course you can borrow a truck. I’ll get you the keys.” She bounced off as you went up to your room to change into warmer clothes.

A few minutes later, you met at the bottom of the stairs. “You’re an angel, you know that? Just tell Joel I sent you over and he’ll know exactly what we need. Oh, and don’t let him talk you into lifting anything heavy!”

Bundled back into the loaner coat, scarf, and gloves, you set off toward the Millers’ farm in Tommy’s pickup. The heat took a while to kick in as you drove to the edge of the small town and turned onto a private road. The farmhouse and barn looked like something out of a storybook. Snow capped the red barn’s roof, and smoke curled in lazy whisps from the chimney of the house. The scent of woodsmoke and fresh hay filled the air when you opened the door, making the chill seem almost pleasant.

Joel was already outside by a neat stack of logs, axe in hand, splitting firewood with an ease that made the whole process look like second nature. Nearby, Sarah stood next to a preciously beautiful miniature horse, braiding its mane as her laughter rang out across the snow-covered fields. The little horse matched the girl’s laugh with a snort, and you smiled, completely enchanted with the entire scene.

“Hey darlin’,” Joel greeted with pleasant surprise as you approached, leaning on the handle of his axe. His dark eyes visibly warmed at the sight of you, and you felt a matching warmth pool deep in your belly.

“Hi Joel,” you replied softly. He looked good, really good, with flushed cheeks and wind-blown curls, brown eyes shining in the afternoon sunlight. You almost forgot why you were there. “Maria sent me to pick up some firewood. Guess we ran out?” you explained, gesturing toward the truck. “She said you’d know what to do.”

Joel huffed out a chuckle, setting the axe aside. “I reckon I do. Let me load up a pile for you. I’ll bring them another supply tomorrow morning.”

From the nearby pen, Sarah perked up, pausing mid-braid. “Wait! Don’t let her leave yet, Dad! We should give her a tour!”

Tilting his head in acquiescence toward Sarah, he turned to you with a playful grin. “What do you think, darlin’? Got a little time to spare?”

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding, lips curved up in a broad smile. “To see more of this beautiful place? You bet!”

Sarah practically bounced with excitement, tugging your hand to lead you toward the barn while her dad took a few minutes to load a pile of firewood into the bed of the truck. Soon enough, Joel joined you, guiding the sweet mini horse along with him. The barn doors creaked open to reveal a cozy, well-kept space where a row of horses shifted in their stalls, soft snickers filling the air. The earthy scent of hay mixed with the faint aroma of saddle leather and horse feed.

“This is Moonbeam,” Sarah announced as Joel ushered the chestnut mini horse toward its stall. “She’s my favorite. She lets me braid her mane every day.”

“She’s a beauty,” you said, stepping closer to stroke the mini horse’s velvet-soft nose. Moonbeam huffed gently, her large eyes calm as she nudged your hand, seeking more gentle pets.

While Joel secured Moonbeam in her stall, Sarah steered you further down the line of stalls until you came to a large, sleek black horse. “This is Daddy’s horse. His name is Onyx.”

The large horse popped his head over the top of the stall, checking you out with unguarded curiosity. He was breathtakingly beautiful. You held out a hand, palm up, allowing Onyx to snuffle at your skin. He nudged your hand, urging you to pet him, which you gladly did.

“You’re a gorgeous boy,” you whispered to the horse. Much like your dad, echoed silently in your mind. As you stepped back from Onyx, ready to continue the tour, Barkley trotted into the barn and rushed over to greet you. Bending down, you ruffled the golden retriever’s ears, pressing your face against his soft fur. “Where’d you come from, huh? Were you on patrol, keeping an eye on the place?”

Joel leaned against the stall door, watching you with quiet wonder. “You’re good with animals,” he noted. “First my dog and now my horses are falling in love with you.”

You glanced at him, a little thrill sparking at the compliment. “It’s my animal magnetism,” you joked lightly.

Sarah stood beside you, her baby cow eyes darting back and forth between you and her dad, a secret smile curling her lips. Without a word, she began leading you out of the barn with the intention of continuing the tour. However, when you all exited the barn, the sun had dipped low behind the mountains, and the air turned even frostier than before.

“I think it’s time for me to get back to the inn with the firewood,” you said, the disappointment in your voice matched Sarah’s falling expression. “It’s getting late, and Maria said there are new guests coming. She’ll want to get the fireplaces sorted before they arrive.”

“But we haven’t finished the tour! There’s so much more to see!” Sarah exclaimed, one foot stomping on the ground in frustration.

“Sarah, mind your manners,” Joel reminded the young girl in a gently stern voice, watching as her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. Turning to you, he added, “We’ll walk you back to the truck.”

Joel led the way, and you looked over your shoulder, watching Barkley nudge Sarah as she scuffed her boots across the ground unhappily. You felt bad for the young girl, knowing how excited she was to show you everything.

“She really likes you,” Joel said, voice a deep rumble over the wind, when he caught you watching his daughter. “Hasn’t stopped talking about you since meeting you. In fact, it seems my whole family is quite taken with you.”

You quirked an eyebrow playfully. “Is that so? And what about you, Joel Miller?”

He glanced away briefly, curls dancing in the wind, before meeting your gaze with a soft, vulnerable smile. “Oh, I’m definitely taken with you, too, darlin’.”

You reached the driver’s side of the truck before you could formulate a suitably charming response and settled for a simple, grateful goodbye. Sarah darted forward to hug you, Joel watching with a warm gaze.

“Thanks for the tour of the barn, little bug,” you spoke into her hair as you bent slightly to return the hug, and the girl beamed at the new nickname.

“Why don’t you come back again in the morning and we’ll finish the tour,” Joel suggested, suddenly feeling that same disappointment as his daughter at the idea of you leaving. “I’ll pick you up around eight when I drop off another load of firewood.”

Sarah bounced in place, hands pressed together and begging you to agree. You stood up straight, eyes darting between Joel’s dark coffee ones. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to be in the way or interrupt your day.”

“I’m sure,” Joel insisted. “We’d love to have you over again. Maybe you could stay for lunch?”

“And maybe we can go sledding! There’s a big hill over there,” Sarah pointed to a slope in the distance eagerly. “Please?”

How could you possibly say no to not just one, but two sets of baby cow eyes staring pleadingly at you?

“Okay, if you’re both sure, I’d be happy to.”

After another round of goodbyes, the Millers watched as you climbed into the truck and drove off, waving with broad smiles the whole time.

tbc

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[wannabe-fic-writer]

Carol Danvers x Reader : Wherever You Are

Summary: Going the extra mile for your girlfriend is never a problem. Covers the ‘Flannel PJs’ square of Holiday Bingo.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

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With a smile, you grab the bag off the counter, and say,“ Thank you so much. Have a wonderful night.”

The shop owner returns the sentiment, thanking you for your patronage as you leave the shop and step onto the pathway. Just like when you came in, the sky is painted brilliant shades of purple, blue, and pink. Jellyfish shaped clouds are scattered about as the smoky pink moon shines its light. 

Pulling your hood up, you begin your walk down the wooden, bridge-like pathways that are suspended above the ground. The alien city is practically split in two levels, the ground floor connected by stairs which you take down and head to the ship.

You landed on this planet with your girlfriend the other day as she received a message from an old friend of hers who needed her help and while she handled her business, you were off on a mission of your own.

It’s been almost three years since you and Carol were back on Earth and you could see the toll it was taking on your girlfriend. At first she was fine, obviously missing family but she wasn’t too down as she believed she’d be back soon enough. However, as it usually plays out, she gets caught up in being a hero, saving lives and the like, and gets so far out in the universe that she loses track of time.

Still, she eventually feels the effects of the distance between her and the people she calls family. Almost a week ago, the sadness she felt over being away nearly doubled as she realized that Christmas was literally two days away.

She had missed so much time with Monica and Fury already, so many holidays, and she now was more than fond of Kamala Khan. Her wish was to be on Earth, participating in cheesy, cliche traditions with her family and instead she was millions of lightyears away.

That night, while she thought you were sleeping, she’d broken down. Her soft sobs filled the silence of the ship and broke your heart in two. 

At the time you let her have her personal moment since being locked on a ship with someone doesn’t grant much of that. While you didn’t say anything to her at the moment, you promised yourself that you’d do everything you could to make her feel even a fraction better than she did. Which is why your exploring yesterday and your shopping today was so important. 

Now, with the necessary supplies, you boarded the ship and got to work, knowing Carol would be preoccupied until much later in the day.

A good hour or so later and the ship was, in your opinion, a masterpiece.

Having used the materials you were able to find and scrounge together, you made the ship as festive as you possibly could. 

Some makeshift tinsel was hung about with multi-colored lights attached. Handmade ornaments and more lights decorate the little Christmas tree you and Carol acquired last year. Stacked beside it are a few wrapped presents. Lastly, hanging from the ceiling, are custom mistletoes, your favorite part.

Knowing Carol was likely on her way back, you dimmed the main lights in the ship, turned on the multicolored ones, and pulled on a pair of pajamas. The warm, comfy, red flannel pants complimented with one of Carol’s band shirts set the perfect vibe and you made sure to set a matching outfit on the bed for her.

With all the craziness that accompanies space travel Carol is always more than thrilled to come back to you. The ship had become her safe space but with you there it became home and she quickly realized that her home was always wherever you are.

She couldn’t describe how she felt having your arms to fall into after a long day but this, coming back to a fully decorated ship and you standing in the middle of it, mug of hot chocolate in hand with a smile on your face, multiplied that feeling.

“What is all this?” Her question follows her stepping further onto the ship, eyes drifting over every square inch in an impressed manner.

“This,” you emphasize with a few steps closer to her,“ is the beginning of a very Merry Christmas.”

Shoulders sagging and a sigh falling from her lips, she looks at you with pure adoration and love in her eyes.“ Y/n, baby, you did not have to do all this.”

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” 

You set the mug on a nearby table, then pull her into a hug with your arms around her neck. The blonde doesn’t hesitate to reciprocate the embrace, her own arms wounding around your waist to pull you even closer. Her warm breath fanned across your neck and you could tell your gesture made her a little emotional from the way said breath stuttered ever so slightly.

After a moment you speak.“ I know how much you wish you could be on Earth and I know how much it sucks to not be surrounded by the people you love, especially this time of year, but I wanted today to be as special for you as it could be.”

“Y/n,” she practically whimpers, holding you tighter.“ I-” Her words are cut off by choked sob.

“Please don’t cry, babe.” You whisper, feeling tears of your own gathering at your waterline.“ You mean the world to me so doing this was nothing. I just- I want you happy, always.”

Slipping away just a little, her hands cup your cheeks and teary brown eyes lock with yours.“ I love you so much.” She says, a tear escaping that you’re quick to swipe away.“ You make me so happy. The fact that you did all of this just adds to the already infinite reasons why I love you.”

“Well I love you too. As long as you know that every day that we’re together, I’m happy.”

She rapidly blinks away the tears in her eyes, sniffling a little before she pulls you into an intense kiss. Gentle hands slip up into your hair to hold you close, even after it becomes a little hard to breathe.

Eventually though, you part, dorky grins on both your faces. Despite trying to fight them off, a few more tears had fallen down her cheeks.

Softly squeezing her waist you tell her,“ I do have a few gifts for you but you're only allowed to open them after you put your PJs on.” She giggles at your words, eyes rolling playfully.

Before she can respond however, the familiar tune of her ship receiving an incoming call sounds through the space.

“Oh, that’s your first gift, hurry up and go change.” You lightly pat her butt, rushing over to sit and accept the call.

“Wh- what gift do you have-”

“Go change and come find out, Danvers.” Fury’s voice sounds from the call, followed by the familiar sounds of Monica and Kamala laughing.

Carol’s jaw drops slightly, tears welling up in her eyes again as she looks at you.“ You’re so getting a ring on your finger.”

Heat rushes onto your face at the looks you receive from Nick, Monica, and Kamala and you can do nothing but grin like an idiot.

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[theostrophywife]

Hi! Can I request an Az x reader where its just like a bunch of fluff during Christmas time? Like decorating and baking, etc?

winter solstice.

author's note: to all my azriel girlies out there, i got you. here's a purely fluffy holiday piece for our favorite bat boyfriend.

There was nothing quite as magical as Winter Solstice in Velaris. 

You spent the majority of the year in quiet anticipation, awaiting the crisp winter air, the fresh powdered snow, and most importantly, the annual Winter Solstice fair. The festivity was a week-long celebration held in the city and showcased vendors, artists, and food from the four palaces. Amongst your favorite activities were drinking spiked hot chocolate, building snow castles, and watching the faelight show that you’ve adored since you were a child, but by far the best part of this season was getting to spend it with Azriel. 

Your mate knew how much you loved Winter Solstice and made it a point to accompany you to all your favorite activities even if it involved getting drunk on warm cider and causing a tinsel explosion in your shared flat. Azriel would do anything to put a smile on his mate's face, including cleaning up your mess and tucking you into bed clad in your favorite cozy pajamas. The twin of which you insisted he wear as well.

You considered yourself incredibly lucky to have a mate that put up with your antics. Azriel spoiled you beyond belief and you loved every second of it, but not nearly as much as you loved Azriel himself.

It was only the first day of the festivities and so far you’ve baked, decorated, and drank your fill of spiked hot chocolate. According to the shadowsinger, this was just a glimpse of what he had planned. 

“Can you at least give me a hint?” 

You balanced on your tiptoes, dangling a crystal star in front of your mate’s face as he loops a string of faelights around the pine tree that you picked out together the night before. Azriel shakes his head, chuckling as you pout in return. You’ve been dying to know what this mysterious plan of his was since the minute he’d woken you up this morning, but so far he hasn’t given you any hints besides telling you to dress for the cold. The male was a steel trap of secrecy. Damn him and his spymaster skills. 

Still, you couldn’t even pretend to be mad at Azriel. Not after the amazing morning you’ve had baking holiday cookies and decorating your entire flat with faelights, tinsel, and glitter. The latter of which was currently covering Azriel’s knit sweater. The sight made you grin. You were so used to seeing him in his Illyrian leathers that the cream, cable knit sweater combined with his blue flannel pajamas made him seem like a whole new male. If only the rest of Prythian could see the feared shadowsinger donning fuzzy bunny slippers. You giggled as you flicked the front of his sweater, causing flecks of glitter to rain down onto the carpeted floor. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you declare with a huff. 

The shadowsinger tickled your sides before sweeping you into his arms. He was surprisingly warm and smelled of his usual night chilled mist and cedar with a hint of pine and dark chocolate. You squeal in delight as he peppers you with kisses. 

“I promise that the surprise will be worth the wait, my love.” Azriel declares as he scoops you up into his arms. “Now come on, I believe our tree needs its star.” 

Perched on Azriel’s shoulder, you carefully positioned the crystal star on top of the tree. You tapped it once and the ornament sparkled, casting an iridescent glow upon your entire flat. 

“It’s beautiful.” 

Your mate sets you down and wraps his arms around your waist before spinning you to face him.

“So are you, my love.”

“No peeking.” Azriel warns as he fastens the blindfold behind your head. 

After your busy and festive morning, you and your mate finally made it out of the flat and into the city. Azriel still wouldn’t budge when it came to revealing his plans, hence the blindfold. You braced yourself as he took off in flight, nestling into the warm cocoon of his shadows as Azriel careens through the skies. 

You weren’t airborne for long and landed a few minutes later. Judging by the excited chatter and the faint carols echoing all around, Azriel had taken you somewhere near the four market squares. The crunch of the fresh powdered snow underneath your feet was a pleasant sound and you felt giddy with excitement as the scent of caramel candy apples hit you full force. 

“You can look now.” 

You eagerly tear off the blindfold only to be greeted with the sight of your friends grinning back at you. The Inner Circle gathered upon the banks of the Sidra River, its icy waters frozen solid underneath you. Fresh powdered snow coated the makeshift wooden barriers that encompassed the whole rink, which was decorated with trinkets and ornaments that rivaled the decorations you had at home. All around you, High Fae and faerie alike whizzed past in a blur of joyful cheer and laughter. It was an absolute dream.

"Surprise!"

“Oh. My. Gods.” 

A high pitched squeal escapes your mouth as you encompass your friends into a group hug. 

“I’m guessing this means she likes it?” Cassian asks with an amused tone. 

“Loves it.” Azriel quips with a grin.

A few moments later, you were all laced up into a pair of ice skates and sliding gracefully into the ice rink. Beside you, Azriel struggled with his footing until you grabbed him by the hand and carefully led him further into the mouth of the Sidra. He grinned sheepishly and gods the sight of it felt like an ash arrow piercing through your heart. Your mate was so breathtakingly beautiful it nearly knocked the air out of your lungs. 

The both of you took it slow, circling around the frozen river while the rest of your friends followed suit. Everyone seemed to be slowly acclimating to the icy terrain. The ever so graceful High Lord was currently desperately clinging onto Feyre while Mor and Amren stuck to the edges as they pieced together the momentum and velocity they needed without falling on top of one another. Even Cassian was bested by the ice. For all his muscle and strength, the Lord of Bloodshed was no match against the slippery floor. Nesta, on the other hand, was skating circles around everyone. You weren’t the least bit surprised. She was a graceful dancer. It only made sense that it translated to skating as well. 

“I think I finally found the one thing that I’m better at than you, Az.” 

Azriel squeezes your fingers, pulling you close to his side without a hint of shame. His wings playfully brush over your shoulders, providing him more balance. 

“I’ll take any excuse to keep my mate close. Even if I make an absolute fool of myself.” 

You chuckle as you spin in circles around him. “At least you’re doing better than Cas.” 

“Hey! I heard that,” Cassian grumbles. The Illyrian warrior teetered on his skates, barely gaining an inch of movement as his wings wobbled behind him. You couldn't help but laugh. It was akin to watching a newborn learn how to walk.

Just to annoy him even further, you skate over to his side and trace a figure eight underneath you before executing a series of spins that made everyone around you gape in awe.

“Showoff.”

“Perhaps you can try this move next time you and Az decide to have another icy showdown with the Vanserras."

Cassian shoots you a vulgar gesture in response, which only makes you laugh. 

Despite the cold, you thoroughly enjoyed yourself that afternoon. By the time the sunset finally rolled around, Azriel declared that he had one last surprise for you. After a round of warm cider and candy apples, you and the Inner Circle parted ways. The rest of your friends were off to explore the games, sculptures, and shows happening all around the market squares while Azriel flew you to the top of the highest building in the city. 

Fresh powdered snow fell steadily from the sky as you and Azriel perched on the balcony. From this vantage point, you could see the crowd milling about in the streets, their faces bright and happy as they drank, ate, and joined in on the merriment of the holidays. It fills you with warmth to see the citizens of Velaris celebrating after all this city has been through. 

Azriel hugs you from behind, resting his chin on the crook of your shoulder as he points to the horizon. 

“One last surprise.” 

One by one, the buildings flicker with different colored faelights, blanketing the city with the brilliance of the rainbow. Across the starry night, an assortment of jewel toned lights sparkled above the frozen Sidra, spelling a clear message: marry me?

You spun on your heel to find a sprig of mistletoe hanging between you and your mate. A velvet bow was fastened at the end of the branches and in its folds lay an enormous sapphire ring set in a stunning array of diamonds. Azriel carefully untangles the ring and kneels before you. 

Your heart was beating so loudly that the sound was ringing in your ears. 

“All my life, I have searched for a place to belong. In you, I have found a best friend, a lover, but most importantly, a home. You are my haven and you taught me that there is beauty in vulnerability. You have made me into a better male in every way possible and I’ve never felt safer than when you’re by my side. I love you more than the moon and stars. Being your mate is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, but I’d like to also have the privilege of calling you my wife. What do you say, my love?” 

The tears were falling before you even realized that you were crying. Gods, this male. It would’ve been more plausible to number the stars in the sky than to measure the amount of love you had for your mate. 

You look into those sincere hazel eyes, cupping your entire world in your hands as you smile up at your mate.

“You’re the love of my life, Azriel. The shooting star that lights up even the darkest of nights. You showed me how to love and be loved. Sometimes I think you were made just for me. I am yours till the end of my days and even beyond that. Of course I’ll marry you.” 

Without hesitation, Azriel picks you up and presses his lips against yours. You smile into the kiss, tangling your fingers through his dark locks. The bond snaps between you, lighting your very souls as you send the overwhelming surge of love you felt for this male through the connection you shared. 

Azriel was your best friend. Your mate. And now, your soon to be husband. 

“I can’t wait to be your wife,” you say with a grin. 

Azriel kisses the tip of your nose. “I can’t wait to be your husband.” 

“My husband,” you say, testing the word. “Gods, that’s so fucking sexy.” 

Your mate grins mischievously. “Why don’t I fly us back to the flat so I can show you just how sexy your future husband can be?” 

“Your future wife would like that very much, Az.”

[bunny-lovers]

2, 8, 9 for the holiday asks! —CCFM

Hope you & your f/os have a great day & thank you for the ask! 😊 @cordshake @solitaireships

Who gets absolutely drunk at the Christmas party?

Rumi is the one who get absolutely drunk at the Christmas party.

Who insists on blasting Christmas music in the house?

That would be me!

Who really adores the festive season?

That would be me!

What do the two of you do when it snows? A snowball fight? Building a snowman? Etc.

We build a snowman, make an snow angel, go sliding in the snow & go for a walk.

Who is the better gift wrapper?

Rumi is the better gift wrapper than I am.

What do they get for you? What do you get for them?

Rumi gave me an active top, a pair of leggings, a flannel snow jacket & a gold bracelet. I gave Rumi a cookbook, a crescent moon glow necklace, a long sleeve turtleneck sweater & a pair of leggings.

How do the two of you spend a day at the ice skating rink? Who is the better skater?

We really enjoy spending a day at the ice skating rink. Rumi is the better skater.

How does shopping for a Christmas tree go? Do they let you pick out whatever you want? Do they insist on carrying it home in their bare arms to show how strong they are? Etc.

It goes pretty well! Yes, she lets me pick out whatever I want. Yes, she carries the Christmas tree home in her bare arms.

Who goes out into the cold without a scarf/jacket/etc? And who chastises them and gives them a scarf/jacket/etc?

I'm the one who goes out into the cold without a scarf/jacket/gloves. Rumi chastises me & gives me a scarf/jacket/gloves.

Who insists on making/eating smores? How does it go? Do you spill the chocolate? Burn the marshmallows? Or does it go seamlessly? Etc.

Rumi is the one who insists on making smores & it goes very well. It goes seamlessly for Rumi & I.