#I love my Christmas tree hair special guy

[theodorecanaryhood]

The Coffee Shop guy and The Red Hood: Christmas time

A Christmas special for you all, my favourite series.

Arkhamverse Red Hood / Jason Todd x Male! Nerd reader

It seems it’s here again, the rush of December and before you know. Christmas is less than a week away.

Your glasses sat on the edge of your nose as you wrapped up all your gifts, humming along to the Christmas music playing in the background.

Jason rocked in carrying bags as he walked into the dining room.

‘Am I safe to enter?’ He asked you as you nodded, eyeing up the bags.

‘What did you buy?’ You asked as Jason set them on the table.

‘Food, cookies, some cheeses and meats. I’ve got the turkey for Christmas Day. I also brought some drinks’ he commented.

You had agreed to do Christmas this year at yours, Jason’s family round as you cook for them.

‘Drinks?’ You raised an eyebrow, Jason smiled a little as he pulled out some bottles of the bag.

Vodka, whiskey, gin, tequila … almost like Jason was planning on blacking out with the drink this year.

You just laughed as Jason placed it in a crate, leaving it outside the back with the cold air hitting it.

‘Babe?’ You called to him, he stopped to look at you.

You leant in and kissed him deeply as he greeted it, grabbing ahold of your head.

‘What was that for?’ He asked, you shrugged as you ran a hand through his hair.

‘Just felt like it’ you smiled, kissing him again.

It was a quiet next few days as your work went on Christmas break, no teaching for the next two weeks which meant you could enjoy yourself a bit more. Enjoy the company of Jason.

Before you could even begin to prepare, it was the 23rd of December.

You placed all the wrapped gifts in a big bag ready for the trip to the tree Christmas morning.

Jason was working away in the kitchen as he cooked up some food for the guests coming. Nothing too big, just enough for you guys to enjoy while you talked.

Drinks, food, chatting, laughter … the house was full of the effects of the holiday.

Christmas Eve was soon here as you all sat together watching movies. Jason enjoyed having his family together again. Even if it was just for a few days.

‘Merry Christmas baby’ you smiled as you walked into the bedroom Christmas morning, greeting Jason’s sleepy face with a kiss.

You placed all the presents under the Christmas tree ready for when everyone came down.

Dick was the first one to keep asking if he could open his, you chuckled as he seemed to be a big kid.

You all sat round having coffee and waking up a bit, deciding soon after to go and open all the gifts you’d gotten.

Jason kept glancing at you as you opened the ones he got you, him smiling when he’d see that you loved them.

You near enough doing the same for him, making sure he liked all of yours you’d got him.

Another present session for another year, it was time for the big Christmas dinner. Jason, you, Tim, Barbara and Jim.

It was a strange year without Alfred, but you guys knew he was there in spirit. Watching you all with a smile as was Bruce.

December flew by quickly and the holidays was a success as always. You sat with Jason cuddled by the fireplace as he held onto you, him smiling.

It felt like a lifetime the two of you had been together. And it was bliss. The normalcy of the holidays made you all forget about the pain, the anger and the madness you’d seen.

Here in Jason’s arms as he made you feel so safe, so loved. You making him feel like the most special man in the world.

[penkura]

Special Gift

Summary: Zoro watches your kids while you're out for the day, making sure they don't sneak any peeks at their Christmas gifts under the tree.

Note: So this uses the kids from my OP Men as Dads series, but before the twins are born. Hope you guys enjoy! I'M SORRY IT'S SO LATE, I GOT SO BUSY TODAY.

“I just need you to watch them for a bit while I’m at the doctor, I’ll bring some dinner!”

Your request made Zoro sigh at the time, though he was joking around when he said ‘I guess’ with a roll of his eyes that made you laugh before kissing him. You’ve been together long enough that you know he’s kidding around, he doesn’t mind watching your kids, they’re always good for him and the day usually ends with all three of them taking a nap together. It’s also something you love coming home to, it gives you some quiet to work on a few things if you need to, especially now being pregnant and having to get your house ready for the newest member of your family.

Still though, watching your kids for a few hours is no problem for Zoro. If they need anything they go to him, they’ll convince him to play a game with them or read a children’s book to them, anything to spend any time with their dad. At six and four, Keitaro and Kuina are both bright and active, eagerly awaiting Christmas and the moment they get to open their gifts. You rarely have worry about them acting up bad enough to suggest calling Santa and telling him not to come by, the two are that well behaved for you.

No one believed that was possible with Zoro as their father, but you knew better when you first saw him with your son after he was born. More so when Kuina was born, she had him wrapped around her finger instantly and nothing she does could ever make Zoro upset with her. Keitaro is the same, he doesn’t ever want to get in trouble, he heard you yell once when someone cut you off in traffic and it was enough for him to not want to hear it again. Not like you’d ever yell at him or his sister, you spoil and dote on them too much anyway.

While you’re gone Zoro does what he can to take somethings off your plate, getting you’re kids involved with the laundry or sweeping floors, while he tries to knock out the dishes for you (Sanji never believes you when you tell him this is a common thing in your house). Eventually, he hears the sound of something being shaken from your living room, before little voices start talking and he has to keep himself from laughing too loud.

“Umm…I think it’s a puzzle?”

“A puzzle!”

“It’s yours, Kuina!”

She nearly squeals at the mention of it being her gift, Zoro walks in just in time to see her grab one and start shaking it, trying to figure out what it is by sound alone too. He’s sure they won’t start trying to open anything early, you trust them enough to leave the gifts out a few days before Christmas, but he’s going to watch then just to be safe. If anything they’ll just shake a gift that isn’t theirs and hopefully not break anything. They probably won’t even find the gifts you made to announce your pregnancy or just think it’s a random toy.

He still can’t believe there’s going to be a third one this time next year, even after you planned it all.

“Hey now,” they both almost jump hearing Zoro speak up, him smirking a bit since they were starting to get a little too close to looking in gift bags, “Don’t be peeking, you won’t have any surprises.”

“Daddy!”

Keitaro pouts a little but moves back to sitting on the floor while Kuina gets up and runs to Zoro, having him lift her up to his shoulders. Once she’s there and giggling, Zoro crouches down by Keitaro and ruffle this hair, making him whine.

“Looking for something?”

“No…”

“Mommy said there’s a special gift for us!”

“Kuina!”

She’s confused why Keitaro didn’t want her to say anything, but it just makes Zoro laugh a bit. You’re not giving them any more information than that, they’ll have to wait, but he can’t blame them for being curious. It’s only a couple more days until they learn what it is, he’s sure they’ll keep trying to sneak in and take a peek at their gifts until they figure it out themselves.

“Come on, leave the gifts alone for now, okay?” Zoro pats Keitaro’s head again before standing up and nodding to the kitchen, “Mom will be back soon, let’s get something to eat.”

They both complain a little, since they’re so curious about whatever this special gift is, but they still agree and go to the kitchen with Zoro.

A couple more days before things change, Zoro will enjoy these moments of having just two kids, before it turns to three and things get even more hectic than they already are. He’s looking forward to it though, he’s rather have a busy life than a boring one anyway.

[sydneighsays]

Jee❤️

(Don't ask why, this is just what I call him)

Some doodles of my favorite lil Brain parasite.

[dalgomii]

🍫 ,, santa, tell me if you're really there !

• SYNOPSIS .. christmas / holiday themed drabbles with the dreamies!

♡ WORD COUNT .. 1.1k

☆ NOTES .. have a small lil offering *hands you fic cutely* while i recover from seasonal downtime (aka depresso expresso :)) also, if you want to request something, feel free to do so. or just chat with me. i love making friends and yapping <3

lee mark !

The streets are quiet, lit only by the soft glow of holiday lights strung between lampposts. You and Mark stroll side by side, the snow crunching beneath your boots. It was supposed to be a quick coffee run, but somehow it has turned into a long walk through the nearly empty city.

Mark is quiet, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “It’s weird, huh?” he says suddenly.

“What is?”

“Christmas. Feels different now.” He gives you a small, sheepish smile. “Not bad, just… different.”

You nod, understanding the unspoken weight behind his words. Mark always carries so much—trying to be everything for everyone.

As the two of you stop in front of a massive Christmas tree in the town square, he looks at you, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by something softer. “Thanks for sticking around,” he says, his voice quiet. “This year’s been kinda rough, but having you here makes it feel… better.”

You smile, bumping your shoulder against his. “You’re not getting all sentimental on me now, are you?”

“Maybe,” he admits, laughing as he looks up at the tree. “But don’t tell the guys. They’d never let me live it down.”

The air between you is warm, even in the biting cold. When he finally takes your hand in his, the small, hopeful squeeze is all the reassurance you need that this Christmas is special—for both of you.

huang renjun !

The snow falls softly outside, casting the world in a glittering glow. You and Renjun sit in his cozy room, surrounded by art supplies he insisted on pulling out for a “holiday-themed painting session.”

“You’re doing it wrong,” he says, leaning across the table to point at your canvas. His finger brushes over yours as he adjusts your grip on the brush, his focus so intense you almost forget to breathe.

“Excuse me, Picasso,” you tease, “but this is my masterpiece.”

Renjun smirks. “Your masterpiece looks like an angry snowman.”

“It’s abstract art!” you shoot back, and he bursts into laughter.

Soon, the evening devolves into chaos. You dip your fingers into the paint, swiping a line of blue across his cheek. His jaw drops in mock betrayal before he retaliates, dabbing red on your nose. By the end, both your “masterpieces” are forgotten as you chase each other around the room, laughing so hard you can’t breathe.

lee jeno !

The park is a winter wonderland of twinkling lights and snow-covered trees, and Jeno’s competitive streak is in full force.

“Ready to lose?” he asks, packing a snowball with expert precision. His grin is all sharp teeth and mischief.

“You wish!” you counter, already ducking behind a bench for cover.

Snowballs fly through the air, your laughter blending with his as you narrowly dodge his shots. He is fast—unfairly so—but you have strategy. When he steps closer, ready to strike, you pop up and nail him with a perfect throw.

Jeno freezes, blinking as the snow slides down his face. “Oh, you’re so in for it now.”

Before you can run, he tackles you into a snowbank, both of you dissolving into laughter. The cold melts away in the warmth of his smile as he helps you up, brushing snow from your hair.

“You fought well,” he says, his voice softening. “But I’m still the reigning champion.”

lee haechan !

“Stop eating the candy!” you scold, slapping Haechan’s hand away from the bowl of gumdrops.

“I’m taste-testing,” he replies, popping another one into his mouth with zero remorse.

You were supposed to be decorating gingerbread houses together, but with Haechan, nothing ever stays on track. He's more focused on sneaking candy and sabotaging your house than actually building his own.

“This isn’t a competition,” you say as he reaches over to stick a candy cane in the middle of your roof.

“Everything is a competition,” he shoots back, grinning.

Despite his antics, you can’t help but laugh when his own house collapses under the weight of too many decorations. He looks so genuinely horrified that you decide to share your extra candy, though not without teasing him first.

By the end of the night, your houses aren’t Instagram-worthy, but they are full of memories—messy, chaotic, and perfectly Haechan.

na jaemin !

The Christmas market is alive with the scent of roasted chestnuts and cinnamon, the air buzzing with laughter and holiday music. Jaemin walks beside you, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he leads you to a booth selling handmade ornaments.

“This one looks like you,” he says, holding up a tiny snowman with a crooked hat.

“Are you saying I’m unbalanced?” you tease.

He chuckles, tucking the ornament into your hands. “I’m saying you’re cute.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks, but you hide it by pretending to inspect the ornament. Jaemin is always like this—effortlessly charming, his warmth shining brighter than the fairy lights strung overhead.

The night ends with hot cocoa by the firepit, your fingers brushing as he hands you his scarf. “Keep it,” he says, his smile soft. “I’ll just use this as an excuse to see you again.”

zhong chenle !

Chenle insisted on hosting a Christmas karaoke night, and naturally, it spirals into a chaotic, laugh-filled event.

“Your turn!” he announces, shoving the microphone into your hands as Mariah Carey’s All I Want for Christmas Is You blares through the speakers.

“I can’t hit those notes,” you protest, but he is already singing backup for you—loud, off-key, and completely unapologetic.

By the second verse, you give up and join in, both of you dancing around the living room like maniacs. He twirls you dramatically, nearly tripping over the tinsel on the floor, but his laugh is so infectious you don’t care.

Later, as you collapse onto the couch, breathless and grinning, Chenle looks at you with a twinkle in his eye. “That was terrible,” he says, “but I’d duet with you anytime.”

park jisung !

The ice rink bustles with families and couples gliding gracefully across the surface—or, in Jisung’s case, trying not to fall.

“Don’t let go,” he begs, gripping your hand like his life depends on it.

“I won’t, I promise,” you say, holding back a laugh as he wobbles dangerously.

Despite his initial nerves, Jisung slowly finds his balance with your help. By the end of the night, he skates on his own, though not without the occasional stumble.

“You’re a terrible teacher,” he teases after one particularly dramatic fall.

“And yet, you’re still upright,” you shoot back, sticking out your tongue.

As you leave the rink, his hand brushes against yours, tentative but lingering. When he finally works up the courage to intertwine your fingers, the smile on his face is brighter than any Christmas light.

©DALGOMII, 2024

[mochiwonz]

─── YOU'RE ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS ୨୧

PAIRING. fem!reader x jake sim .ᐟ FEATURING. riki (enhypen) & yoonchae (katseye) CONTENT. strangers to lovers , romance , fluff , cursing , petnames , reader calls yoonchae ' chae ' and riki ' rikster ' and has other nicknames for them too ^ ^ WORD COUNT. 4.3k NOTE. literally spent a whole day trying to figure out how to make my christmas theme cute...so i hope it doesn't disappoint (ᵕ—ᴗ—) enjoyy :D

[ 🧸 ] ... ️ ㅤ' make my wish come true , all i want for christmas is you '

oh how you loved winter. you loved the snow, the chilly weather, the smell of freshly baked cookies and pine tree, being able to snuggle up under your comforter and three other blankets, and most of all— you absolutely loved christmas. but you felt like something had been missing for the past two christmases, you felt lonely.

and instead of something, it might've been someone you were missing.

you always felt like christmas was the best time of the year. wait, scratch that, you knew christmas was the best time of the year. there was always this joy and comfort of christmas that you couldn't really explain, it was just something so special. but of course, you're an adult now and you don't know what happened— but some of that magic had just faded. you didn't really know why or what happened, maybe it was just you becoming an adult and growing up.

but finally, you realized what the problem was after talking with your bestfriends, riki and yoonchae.

you felt lonely. you didn't feel that joy of having company. and even though you had your friends and family, it felt like you yearned for something more. or a special someone, a significant other.

for awhile, you had yourself convinced all you needed was you, your family, your friends, and some food. however, after watching a few k-dramas and seeing couples literally everywhere— social media and while you were out an about, you couldn't help but want a boyfriend, too.

you didn't know who this boyfriend would be, when you would be able to find a boyfriend, and how you'd do it, but you were getting kind of desperate. i mean, you had a whole pinterest board for things you wanted to do with your future boyfriend...yeah.

you had your doubts, maybe you wouldn't end up finding a boyfriend. but riki and yoonchae were sure, very sure, that your certain someone was out there waiting for you— and they were right!

now, enter sim jaeyun, or what everyone calls him, jake.

jake was just like you, he loved christmas and everything that had to with it, as well. and he was also going what you were going through, that lonely feeling. yeah, he really wanted a girlfriend. he wanted someone that would have genuine interest in him, someone that was funny, someone that was pretty, and of course— someone that absolutely loved the christmas season.

luckily for you, you checked all of those boxes.

today was november 30th, a few weeks 'till christmas. the joy was there, but also kind-of not. yesterday, yoonchae had asked you if you could go christmas shopping with her today, and of course you said yes. you just decided to brush off that lonely feeling, you were going to hang out with your bestie today, anyways!

and thank god you decided to go shopping with her, because if you didn't— you would've never met him.

yoonchip : hey girlie yoonchip: u still up for tday?

you: hey :) you: yeah, i'll meet u at xxx !!

yoonchip: sounds good ^ ^ see u at 5

right, you guys were meeting at 5pm and it was— oh shit.

it was already 3pm?!?

you don't know why you always lost track of time, but you did. so, you washed up, picked out a cute outfit— fit for the holiday season, and did your hair and makeup. you managed to get ready in just an hour and a half, which was quite rare for you.

your outfit :

you felt much better after getting ready and all dolled up. you were excited to walk around town and shop with yoonchae, you really did need an outing. and yes, it was snowing!

you wanted to bury yourself in the snow, it was just so gorgeous.

you made yourself a warm peppermint latte and sat down next to your large window, looking out at the pretty environment. the snow, the people, the way the sun was setting, it looked like a scene out of a movie.

you pick up your phone, remembering you had to go meet up with yoonchae. you quickly finish your latte, grab your scarf, and exit your apartment.

after what seemed like a long 16 minute drive to the town, you had finally made it. the pretty christmas decorations on all the buildings, the decorated christmas trees surrounding the street, and the warm yellow lights made you feel so happy.

you quickly walked to the shop where you were meeting yoonchae, and there she was— your bestfriend.

"chae!!" you exclaim while running up to yoonchae excitedly.

she's startled, but realizes it's just you and turns around to give you a warm bear hug. you really loved spending time with yoonchae, she was one of the few people you trusted most in your life. you really saw her as your younger sister.

"y/n!! i missed youuu" she says, you both still hugging one another.

"missed you more chae, now let's shop before all the stores close" you respond and she nods in agreement.

in a span of 45 minutes, you guys had went to 4 stores and already had 2 bags in hand each. let's just say both of you ended up shopping more for yourself rather than shopping for gifts.

"oh my god chae, my arms are already tired" you say, sounding exhausted.

"me too, want to just go back to your place?" she suggests, sounding just as exhausted as you are.

"no, not yet, i still have to find gifts for riki, and he's gonna have an attitude if i show up with nothing for him, ya know?" you explain, and yoonchae nods and rolls her eyes. riki was your guy's bestfriend, and he was supposed to be hanging out with you guys— but of course, he totally forgot.

you both sit down on a bench and place your bags down, giving your guy's poor arms a break. you and yoonchae decide that you just wanted to take a quick break, scrolling on social media for a little and enjoying the snow.

little did you know, a certain someone had been watching— no, admiring you from afar. that someone was none other than jake sim.

you first caught his eye when you were in the same clothing store as him, shopping around with yoonchae. you'd walked by him, and he got a whiff of your perfume— you smelt just like vanilla and freshly baked cookies. he immediately turned to look at you and holy shit, you were gorgeous, you looked like a dream. he never thought he had an ideal type, well, until he saw you.

he was in a trance, just staring at you. thank god you hadn't seen him, you probably would've thought he was a weirdo. the way you were dressed, your silky hair, your pretty big eyes, your voice, shit, he was falling in love.

and he overheard you talking to yoonchae about how much you loved the christmas decorations and snow outside, oh my god. something in him was telling him that you guys were soulmates, and he had to talk to you somehow— it was now or never.

he quickly shakes off the nerves and slowly makes his way across the street, towards you. at first, you don't notice. but yoonchae does, and she nudges your shoulder.

"y/n, girl, look up" she whispers and quickly looks back down at her phone.

you look up and holy shit, he's so pretty. his hair was so fluffy, he had such a tall nose bridge and pretty plump lips and wait, he's walking towards you? fuck, you could already feel your hands getting clammy.

and before you know it, this insanely handsome man was standing right in front of you, smiling while looking down at you. he looked kind-of nervous, but you found it quite cute.

"hey uhm, i'm jake. i just saw you from over there" he points to the store across the street, "and not to be weird, i just thought you were so gorgeous and uhm—" he cuts himself off, he's just rambling at this point. he can't bear to look you in the eyes, he's too nervous.

' goddamn jake, cmon, don't scare her away ' he thinks.

you giggle at the way he suddenly freezes, looking at the ground.

"thanks jake, that's sweet of you. i'm y/n" you say while smiling, and he almost melted. your voice sounded so sweet, so pretty.

you quickly look over at yoonchae and you spot a slight smirk on her face, as if she's holding back a little laugh.

you did sound kind-of nervous, and she was probably going to tease you about this afterwards.

"yeah of course, so like, is there any way that i could get your number? or i could give you mine, uhm yeah anything works" he says, sounding just as nervous as you were.

you can't help but smile at him, he was so cute. and of course you were going to give him your number, how could you not?

"of course, here" you tell him while handing him your phone, "you can put your number and name in"

he was smiling, really hard. he was getting your number, or wait, you were getting his number, whatever. and the cherry on top? you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. he definitely wasn't going to be able to sleep tonight, that's for sure.

"yeah uhm, thanks y/n, i'll text you later" jake says while giving you your phone back, finally looking you in the eyes and shit, he might've just peed himself.

your eyes were so...sparkly...?

you smile at him, your heart was basically melting at this point.

"okay, text you later jake!" you say while giggling as he walks away, you can't help it— he's so cute. you've never met a guy that had this effect on you, maybe jake was special.

as soon as he's out of sight, yoonchae wheezes.

"yoonchae i almost shat myself—"

she wheezes again and puts her hand on your shoulder.

"i know girl, i could tell but did you see him? he looked so in love, so lovey dovey, maybe he's your christmas present" she says, teasingly.

"yoonchae stop" you laugh while playfully shoving her, but maybe she was right.

maybe he was your christmas present, and perhaps you were his. you just weren't quite aware of that yet.

after another hour, you and yoonchae both parted ways. and as soon as you got to your apartment, you absolutely freaked the fuck out. all of the excitement just came rushing out of you, and frankly— you didn't even know that you were that happy, after just meeting a guy.

well, a really cute guy.

once you calmed down a bit, you decided to change into your comfortable gingerbread pajamas and go onto instagram. what you expected was to just see your normal feed, your friend's posts and whatnot. what you didn't expect to see, at all, was jake's post right there— all up in your face. you guessed it was because he was in your contacts now but shit, he looked so good in person and online.

you were contemplating if you should like the post and follow him, until you realized he had already followed you and actually left you a text message.

jake: hey y/n :))

you pause for a second and text him back.

you: hii jake

while waiting for a response, you hop back onto instagram and follow him. i mean, it's fine, he was already following you.

your eyes were blessed with his face when you clicked onto his profile. you were also looking at his other posts, and you found out he had a dog named layla, cute.

jake: i see you liking my posts jake: hehe

you giggle.

you: okay annddd? you: you literally followed me first and liked 90% of my posts

jake: damn, you got me there jake: jake 0 , y/n 1 jake: lol, anyways i was wondering what ur interests are?

you sit and think for a good minute, your interests only really had to do with winter and christmas, and maybe watching movies?

you: i'm kinda boring :p you: i really like christmas, and snow, and i guess watching movies

you see that he reads the text, but after one minute— he still hasn't responded. god, was he laughing at how boring you were?

unbeknownst to you, he was actually kicking his feet and giggling. so you did really like christmas. and you liked the snow and watching movies, too? fuck, you were his perfect match.

jake: sorry had to go get smth jake: but that's cool, and ur not boring :) i rlly like christmas too

you let out a sigh of relief after reading his texts.

your guy's conversation goes on for another one and a half hours, talking about your interests and stuff related to christmas. he was so interested in christmas, just like you. your heart was beating out of your chest, in a good way of course.

after you both said your "goodnights" to each other, you had tried to fall asleep. but you couldn't. you were daydreaming, about him, jake, his pretty face and cute personality. how he loved christmas and movies just like you did. how he didn't find you boring.

you wondered if he was already fast asleep, or daydreaming just like you.

and yes, he was indeed daydreaming— just like you were.

he'd never felt so comfortable around someone, let alone a female. he'd never really been good at even talking to females since, well, ever. he loved how you had the same humor and interests as him, he loved how naturally cute you were, and of course— he loved how you rambled about how much you loved the christmas season.

fast forward a little more than a week later, you and jake had been "talking" and god, he was your dream guy. you were sure of it now.

he was respectful, always holding doors open for you and walking you to your apartment when it was dark. he always complimented you and told you how gorgeous you were, even if you hadn't brushed your hair or gotten all dolled up. and best of all, he was always listening when you talked, even about the stupidest things. even when you were rambling about how gingerbread pajamas are cuter than snowman pajamas, he was genuinely listening.

oh, and you absolutely adored his smile and the way he laughed. honestly, he was like a human golden retriever.

you were falling for him, but...did he feel the same for you?

the quick answer, is yes, definitely yes.

he was sure that he was already in love with you when he laid eyes on you that first day. you looked so unreal and beautiful, and your personality was just as beautiful, too. that's what really locked him in. you were sweet, caring, funny, loved animals, loved christmas, and enjoyed making legos with him.

yeah, you were the one.

he just hadn't found the balls to ask you out properly, yet. but he knew he had to, at least before christmas.

today was the 14th of december and for some reason, jake decided that he actually had the balls today. you'd invited him over to make some cute christmas legos and watch home alone together, and of course he couldn't say no.

once he arrived to your place, he was in awe of how pretty you had decorated it. your tree was beautiful, ornaments and all. and your house smelt like a warm hug, like vanilla and christmas tree. but what he was even more in awe of was how beautiful you were, i mean, every time he saw you he was in awe.

but wow, you looked so gorgeous with your bare face. the way your hair was in a messy bun and you were in your cute little gingerbread pajamas, he just wanted to squish you. in a loving way, of course.

"hey jae, come in!" you say as you open the door. you'd started calling him jae, and he didn't mind it. in fact, he thought it was quite cute.

he ruffles your hair as he walks by you.

"wow y/n, your place is so pretty" he says, and you thank him.

"okay so, the lego set is already ready to be made over there" you point to your living room, "but i was actually thinking of doing face masks before..." you grin at him, "wanna do a face mask with me?" you ask while giving him puppy eyes, of course he couldn't say no.

the thing is, he never really knew what a face mask did, or how to do it, but he just wanted to make you happy, and it really did.

you had bought special christmas face masks for this special occasion, and jake— of course, found you adorable. you gave him a santa one and you gave yourself a snowman. and after finally putting the face masks on, you decided to take some cute selfies with him.

' we look like a couple ' you think, and you feel your ears start to get all red and hot.

"y/n? why are your ears so...red?" he asks, slightly giggling while brushing his hair back with his pretty fingers.

god, this was embarrassing, really embarrassing. he looked so beautiful and naturally just perfect, and you here you were, looking like a blushing mess.

and yeah, you might've thought of it as embarrassing, but jake was even more embarrassed because of how cute he found your red ears. he was already so in love with you, and at this point— he was really holding back the urge to just kiss your pretty face.

"uh i'm just cold, here wait, i'll go turn on the heater" you say, quickly getting up to go turn on the heater, even though that wasn't really the cause of your red ears.

he just nods and stares, he can't help it— you're literally the cutest in every way possible.

30 minutes later, you find yourselves building the lego set together. it's so much fun, you never had an interest in legos before this, but now you definitely did.

"jae—"

he quickly looks up from whatever he's doing, did you just call him jae? he felt his heart beat a little quicker at the cute nickname, he wishes you would accidentally call him that more often.

"sorry jake, uhm" you clear your throat, "i'm kind-of hungry" you mumble, focused on trying to piece together a lego.

"not going to lie, me too. oh my god, y/n, let's make ramen and hot chocolate" he suggests eagerly, but you turn your head in confusion. you've never heard of that combo before, but you were willing to try it since he was so excited about it.

"okay, i need a break from this anyways" you laugh, "i have all my ramens and instant noodles in the cabinet next to the stove" you tell him, as you go to get your phone from the couch, first.

he immediately gets up and happily runs to the cabinet, cute. he got so excited about little things, and it made your heart melt. he was so...genuine.

"i'll make chapagetti!" he says, grabbing a pot and filling it with water.

"okay, i'll make the hot chocolate" you respond, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing your needed ingredients.

you're both focused, he's making his favorite chapagetti, and you're making your y/n signature hot chocolate. there was silence, but a comfortable one. you liked it, and so did he.

however, you're interrupted by a knock on the door. you hadn't invited anyone except for jake. you curiously walk over to the front door and open it.

"hey miss y/n" riki says as you open the door.

"hey rikster" you respond, "i didn't invite you but come in, i guess..." you tell him, rolling your eyes playfully.

you notice the present in his hands.

"is that for me?" you ask curiously, but also matching his playful tone.

"might be..." he responds while putting the gift on a small table near the entrance.

"oh and i have a guest over—" you try to tell him while walking over to the kitchen, but you're cut off by riki's excitement.

"jake hyung?!" he exclaims while running up to jake, who is caught off guard.

"oh my god, riki" jake laughs, "wait— how do you know y/n?"

"bro, i've literally told you about her" riki says while plopping onto your couch, his favorite part about your place.

"wait" riki says, smirking at you and then at jake.

"are you two dating or something? why are you here jake?" he asks teasingly while raising one of his eyebrows.

you both freeze. you wished riki would just shut the fuck up sometimes, honestly.

you quickly glance at jake, and his cheeks are slightly pink. he was just as flustered as you, and that somehow made you feel little butterflies in your stomach.

"riki shut the fuck up for once, please— we aren't dating" you say sternly while scratching your nape.

you and jake weren't dating, but fuck, you really wished you were.

you catch how jake's expression slightly changed when you told riki that you two weren't dating, did he feel the same way you did?

jake thought he made it obvious, but i guess not.

"anyways" he clears his throat, "i finished making the chapagetti" jake says, placing his finished ramen on the counter.

wow, it looked good.

"nice! the hot chocolate is done, too" you respond.

you were about to pull out a chair for you to sit on but jake beats you at it, and pulls out the chair for you.

you just stare at him, you're taken aback. how could one be so respectful and funny, yet so beautiful? is he even real? you were actually wondering if you were hallucinating him.

"y/n this isn't a k-drama" riki reminds you while laughing, and you're embarassed.

"shut the fuck up" you tell him, annoyed and embarassed because he literally just did what does best— calling you out.

jake just lets out a little laugh, still waiting for you to sit.

"ah sorry, thanks jae" you thank him and of course, you accidentally blurt out that cute nickname. you feel your heart drop to your ass, silently praying that riki wouldn't tease you.

he just nods and smiles at you, seemingly nonchalant. however, he was jumping and giggling and screaming on the inside.

you brush it off and you both start enjoying the food, and damn is it good.

"wow y/n" his eyes widening as he takes a sip of the hot chocolate, "your hot chocolate might be better than mine"

you playfully smack his arm, but end up accidentally feeling the muscle. the world was against you right now, you were convinced.

"thanks mister sim" you tell him, trying to play off whatever the fuck just happened to you.

after eating, you both continued building the cute lego set together with riki bothering you guys the whole time.

"awh you two look like a couple"

"are you sure you guys aren't dating?"

"couple goals"

"you guys win couple of the year"

"oh my god riki can you shut the fuck up" jake finally snaps. he might sound disapproving, but he wishes that riki's words were true.

"damn, my bad bro" riki says while playfully putting his arms up, and you giggle. you had no clue they knew each other, but you don't mind it.

once you guys finished the lego, you took a picture of it and placed it on your coffee table. the lego set was two reindeers in a winter wonderland, and for some reason— it reminded you of you and jake.

now, you're both sat on the couch with a blanket over both of you. yeah you were sharing a blanket, but it wasn't weird for friends...right?

"cute" jake accidentally blurts out.

you assume that he's talking about the lego and you nod your head in agreement. however, you don't notice that he's literally staring at you.

"i'm gonna go now" riki says, getting up from the couch. finally, you were waiting for him to get his ass out of here.

"bye" you and jake say in unison.

"bye lovebirds" riki says playfully as he exits, and now there's silence. not as comfortable as earlier, either.

you're fidgeting with your nails, why was the silence so loud. you glance over at jake, and you're taken aback at how he's already looking at you.

this was his chance. he had to do it now.

"y/n" he says gently.

"mhm?" you hum, staring down at your hands.

"i like you" he tells you.

your brain shuts off, oh my fucking god. jake did feel the same way.

you slowly look up and you're met with jake's pretty brown eyes staring right into yours. he has the sweetest smile on his face, you almost started tearing up.

"jae"

his heart melts at the nickname.

"i like you, too."

oh my god, he could scream.

"really?" he asks softly while brushing your hair behind your ear.

"yeah" you respond in almost a mumble, you know your cheeks are red as fuck right now. your ears, too.

instantly, jake gently pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you. you smell so good, just like vanilla. he slowly brushes your hair with his fingers, head resting on your shoulder.

"this okay, pretty girl?"

you smile at the petname and how adorably soft his voice sounds.

"more than okay, jae"

you were both unexplainably happy right now, and stuck in unbelief. you had found your perfect match, your person.

you finally found the person that you'd be able to spend your christmases with. he was all you wanted and needed for christmas.

jake sim was the best present you could've ever wished for.

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I Didn't Know Punk Girls Blushed

Request: Can you do a Chrismd imagine where he’s into an edgier girl? Like maybe she has tattoos and piercings and is the complete opposite of him? Idk how i want the story to go so you can have free range lol

Pairing: ChrisMd x Reader

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 3k

*****

Chris sauntered into the dimly lit vinyl record store, his eyes immediately drawn to the wall of albums that seemed to breathe the very essence of London's vibrant music scene. The sweet, nostalgic scent of old records filled the air, a stark contrast to the bustling street outside. He was on a mission to find the perfect gift for Arthur Hill's birthday, something that would make his old pal's face light up like a Christmas tree.

Behind the counter, a girl with a shock of different streaks of colored hair and a smattering of tattoos peeked out from under her beanie. She was the epitome of edgy, with a piercing gaze that could cut through the fog of a London evening. Her name tag read 'y/n', and she looked as if she'd rather be anywhere but here, serving customers in a store that seemed to be a relic of a bygone era.

Chris approached, a smile playing on his lips, "Hi, I'm looking for something special for my mate's birthday. He's into some old school stuff, you know?"

Y/n nodded, her expression unchanged. "What's his taste?"

Chris thought for a moment, "Arthur's a classic rock kind of guy, but with a bit of a twist. Nothing too mainstream."

Y/n's eyes narrowed as she surveyed the rows of records. "I've got just the thing," she murmured, slipping behind the counter and disappearing into the labyrinth of vinyl. The sound of her boots tapping against the wooden floor echoed through the store, and Chris couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. There was something about her that was different from the usual girls he encountered at games or in the pubs.

When she reemerged, she held a vintage-looking album with a faded cover. "This is 'The Dark Side of the Moon' by Pink Floyd. It's a classic, but it's got that edgy vibe to it." She placed it on the counter with a gentle thud. "Your mate Arthur might like it if he's into something with a bit of depth."

Chris's smile widened. "Perfect! I think he'll love it." He watched as she pulled out a dusty record sleeve and slid the album into it with a practiced ease. Her hands were adorned with rings that glinted in the soft light, hinting at a hidden creativity beneath her tough exterior.

As she worked, y/n spoke up again, "What's your name?"

"Chris," he replied, watching her closely. "ChrisMD."

Y/n looked up, a flicker of recognition crossing her face. "Ah, the football YouTuber," she said, her tone flat.

Chris's cheeks flushed slightly. "Yeah, that's me," he said, trying to keep the conversation going. "What's yours?"

Y/n rolled her eyes and tapped her name tag. "It's right there."

Chris felt a twinge of embarrassment and leaned in closer. "Oh, right," he chuckled. "So, y/n, do you work here often?"

Her eyes met his, and for a brief moment, he saw a spark of something—amusement, perhaps? "It's not the worst gig," she replied, sliding the record into a paper bag with the store's logo stamped on it. "Keeps me in vinyl and coffee."

Chris felt his heart flutter in his chest. He wasn't usually one to get flustered around girls, but there was something about y/n that threw him off his game. Her edgy allure was like nothing he'd ever encountered before, and he found himself desperately trying to think of something to say that wouldn't make him sound like the cheesy, over-eager fanboy he feared he was coming across as.

He took a deep breath, willing his cheeks to return to their normal color. "So, y/n, do you like football?" He cringed internally, knowing it was a cliché question, but he was desperate to find some common ground.

To his surprise, she looked up at him with a smirk. "You know, I've been known to kick a ball around," she said, handing him the bag. "But I'm more into the indie scene myself."

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Indie music and football? That's an interesting mix."

Y/n shrugged. "Life's full of surprises."

Their conversation was interrupted by the jingle of the shop door as it opened, letting in a gust of cool air. A customer walked in, and y/n's demeanor shifted, her eyes focusing on the new arrival. "I've got to get back to work," she said, turning away from Chris.

Chris felt a pang of disappointment but nodded, understanding. "No worries. Thanks for the help." He took the bag from her outstretched hand, feeling the warmth she had transferred to it. "Maybe I'll see you around?"

Y/n glanced back at him, a hint of curiosity in her gaze. "Maybe," she said noncommittally before returning her attention to the new customer.

*****

The next few days passed in a blur for Chris. He found himself counting down the hours until he could return to the vinyl record store, hoping to catch another glimpse of y/n. He'd never felt this way about a girl before—his usual type was more of the cheerleader variety, not the edgy, tattooed girl who seemed to see right through him. But there was something about her that drew him in, a challenge that he couldn't resist.

On the third day, he mustered the courage to return. The bell above the door chimed as he stepped inside, and y/n looked up from the stack of records she was organizing. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker in her eyes that made his heart race. She didn't look surprised to see him, just… resigned, as if she'd been expecting his return.

"Back again?" she asked, her voice holding a touch of amusement.

Chris felt his cheeks warm, but he held her gaze. "Yeah, I had to come back. That Pink Floyd album was a hit."

y/n nodded. "Thought it might be." She paused, her hand resting on a nearby record. "So, what are you looking for today?"

Chris shrugged, playing it cool. "Just browsing, really."

y/n raised an eyebrow, her piercings glinting in the soft light. "You're not here to see me, then?"

Chris's heart skipped a beat. "Well, that's not entirely true," he admitted, a grin spreading across his face. "I just wanted to, you know, say thanks and maybe get to know you a bit better."

Her expression remained neutral, but he could see the corners of her mouth twitch. "What's there to know?" she asked, a challenge in her voice.

Chris took a step closer, leaning on the counter. "Everything," he said, his eyes scanning her tattoos, trying to decipher the stories they held. "You're like a walking mystery, and I'm a curious guy."

Y/n's smirk grew into a small smile. "Alright, what do you want to know?"

Chris's mind raced with questions, but he decided to start simple. "How did you get into vinyl?"

Y/n's eyes lit up, a softness coming over her features. "My dad," she said. "He had a collection that was his pride and joy. When he passed, I inherited it all. It's how I keep him with me, you know?"

Chris nodded, feeling a sudden kinship with this girl who had, until now, been a complete enigma to him. "That's really cool," he said, his voice earnest. "I bet he had some amazing records."

Y/n nodded, her eyes misting over slightly. "He did. Some of the best." She paused, then took a deep breath, as if deciding whether or not to let him in further. "He taught me to appreciate the artistry of music, beyond just the sound. The feel of the vinyl, the smell of the sleeves, the way the needle hits the record… It's all part of the experience."

Chris found himself drawn into her world, a place where the music wasn't just background noise but a living, breathing entity that connected people in profound ways. "That's beautiful," he murmured, genuinely moved by her words.

Y/n's eyes searched his, as if looking for signs of mockery or insincerity, but all she found was genuine interest. "You get it," she said, sounding slightly surprised.

Chris nodded, unable to tear his gaze away from her. She looked so pretty when she talked about something she was passionate about, her features softening and her eyes lighting up with an inner fire that made his heart race. He'd never seen a girl transform so completely when discussing something she loved. It was mesmerizing.

"I do," he said softly. "I think that's what's been missing from my music experience. Just playing it on my phone or computer doesn't quite capture that… magic."

Y/n leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Exactly! That's what makes vinyl so special. It's not just about the music; it's about the connection to the artist, the history, the culture."

Chris nodded, feeling more at ease now that they had found common ground. "So, what's your favorite record?"

Y/n's eyes sparkled as she thought. "It's hard to pick just one," she said, scanning the shelves. "But if I had to, it'd be 'The Queen is Dead' by The Smiths."

Chris nodded, scribbling down the name in his phone. "I'll have to give it a listen," he said, his thumb hovering over the screen. "You know, I've got a turntable at home that's been collecting dust. Maybe it's time to put it to good use."

The conversation flowed easily between them, a dance of shared interests and laughter. Chris found himself drawn to her sharp wit and her ability to challenge him. He'd never felt this way about a girl before—like he was discovering something new and exciting, something that made his heart race just a little bit faster.

Finally, as the shop grew quiet and the last rays of sunlight streamed through the dusty windows, casting patterns on the floor, he took a deep breath. "So, y/n," he began, his voice casual but his heart hammering in his chest. "I was wondering if you'd be up for grabbing a coffee or something, maybe show me around some of the local indie music spots?"

Her gaze remained on the records she was sorting, but her hand stilled. "Why me?" she asked, her tone teasing.

Chris felt a thrill run through him. She was playing hard to get, but he could see the curiosity in her eyes. "Because you're the vinyl whisperer," he said with a grin. "And I've got a feeling you know all the hidden gems of London's music scene."

Y/n finally looked up, meeting his gaze. "Flattery won't get you far," she said, but her voice held a playful note. "But okay, I'll bite. How about tomorrow night?"

Chris felt his heart soar. "Really?" He tried to keep the excitement out of his voice, not wanting to scare her off.

Y/n nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, really. But don't get your hopes up, football boy. I'm not going to make it easy for you."

Chris chuckled, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "Fair enough," he said, trying to play it cool. "Where should we meet?"

Y/n thought for a moment, her eyes scanning the ceiling as if the answer were written there. "How about The Lock Tavern?" she suggested. "It's got a decent selection of records, and the coffee's not too bad either."

Chris nodded eagerly. "Sounds perfect. What time?"

"Eight," she said, her eyes finally meeting his. "Don't be late."

Chris couldn't believe his luck. He'd scored a date with the edgy vinyl goddess of his dreams. "I'll be there," he promised, trying to keep his voice steady.

*****

The following evening, Chris found himself pacing in front of The Lock Tavern, his heart thumping in his chest like a drum. He'd chosen his outfit carefully, aiming for a look that was casual but cool—a nod to her indie style without completely abandoning his own. He glanced at his watch. 7:58. Two minutes to go.

As if on cue, y/n appeared around the corner, her hair a riot of color in the streetlight. She was wearing a vintage band tee and a leather jacket that made her look like she'd just stepped off the set of a music video. She spotted him and raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.

Chris took a deep breath and walked over to her. "Hey," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"You're early," she said, sounding slightly surprised.

"I didn't want to be late," he replied, his cheeks reddening. "So, shall we go in?"

The Lock Tavern was a cozy, dimly lit pub with a distinctly vintage vibe. The walls were lined with shelves of records, and the air was thick with the scent of beer and good music. The jukebox in the corner played a mix of indie hits and obscure tracks that made Chris feel like he'd stumbled into a secret club.

They found a table in the back, the light from a flickering candle casting shadows on y/n's face. She ordered a black coffee, and Chris went for a pint, hoping it would calm his nerves. They talked about music, her favorite bands, and the history of vinyl. Chris found himself hanging on her every word, her passion for the subject contagious.

As the night wore on, the conversation grew more personal. y/n talked about her life growing up in London, her love for the city's underground music scene, and her dreams of becoming a music journalist. Chris shared stories from his childhood, his love for football, and his journey to becoming a YouTube sensation. Despite their differences, they found common ground in their shared love for the art of storytelling—whether it was through music, videos, or the written word.

Their laughter grew louder with each shared anecdote, and the tension between them grew palpable. When the topic of tattoos came up, y/n leaned in, her eyes locked on his. "Do you have any?"

Chris felt a shiver run down his spine. He'd never considered getting inked before, but the way she said it made him want to show her something only she knew about him. "No, I don't," he admitted. "But I've always been curious."

Her smirk grew. "Well, if you're going to keep hanging around these parts, you might want to get one," she teased. "It's practically a rite of passage."

Chris swallowed, his heart racing. "Maybe I will," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But only if you come with me."

Y/n's eyes searched his, and for the first time, he saw something other than amusement or challenge in them—there was a softness, a hint of vulnerability. "Alright," she said, her voice just as soft. "But only if you let me choose the design."

Chris nodded, feeling a strange thrill at the idea of letting her mark him in some way. It was a bold move, but he was ready to step out of his comfort zone for her.

The night grew late, and the pub began to empty out. They lingered over their drinks, the conversation never waning. It was as if they'd known each other for years, despite their stark differences. But as they sat in the warm glow of the candlelight, sharing stories and laughs, it was clear that they had a connection that was more than just skin deep.

When y/n suggested they head out, Chris couldn't hide his disappointment. But as they stepped into the cool London night, the buzz of the city seemed to energize them both. They strolled down the cobblestone streets, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the quiet. The stars above were obscured by the city lights, but the magic of their evening was undiminished.

As they approached the tattoo parlor, y/n's hand slipped into his, and he felt a jolt of excitement. The shop was small, nestled between a vintage clothing store and a tattooed bakery, the neon sign flickering in the dark. The walls were lined with flash art, a kaleidoscope of images that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the punk rock playing in the background.

The artist, a burly man with a gentle smile, took one look at the nervousness etched on Chris's face and gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "Don't worry, mate," he said, his voice gruff but kind. "You're in good hands."

Y/n whispered the design into the artist's ear, and he nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're sure about this?" he asked, turning to Chris.

Chris looked at her, her edgy beauty illuminated by the neon glow. "Yeah," he said, swallowing hard. "I trust her."

The process was surprisingly painless, the needle a gentle hum that seemed to sync with the rhythm of his racing heart. As the artist worked, y/n held his hand, her grip tight and reassuring. When it was over, he looked down at the fresh ink, a simple but meaningful design that represented their shared love of music and their blossoming friendship.

They stepped out into the night, the cool air soothing the sting of the tattoo. y/n turned to him, her eyes shining. "So, what do you think?"

Chris smiled, feeling a sense of belonging he hadn't felt in a long time. "I think it's perfect," he said, squeezing her hand. "Thank you."

Their walk back to the tube station was filled with a newfound ease, the awkwardness of their first meeting a distant memory. As they parted ways, the promise of future adventures hanging in the air, Chris couldn't help but feel like he'd found something special in this edgy, pierced girl who'd turned his world upside down.

In the weeks that followed, they explored the city's hidden music venues, discovered new bands, and shared quiet moments that felt like secrets whispered between friends. With each passing day, their bond grew stronger, the lines between fan and crush blurring into something more substantial.

Chris found himself looking forward to their meetups with an anticipation that was both thrilling and terrifying. He knew that the girl who had once seemed so unattainable was now someone he could see himself with, not just for a fleeting romance but for something real.

The tension grew with each shared smile, each brush of their hands. And when y/n finally leaned in and kissed him under the glow of a streetlamp, the music of the city fading into the background, he knew that he was falling for her—for the girl who had shown him that sometimes, the most beautiful melodies were found in the most unexpected places.

*****

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[chilling-seavey]

Winter Warmers: Day 12 — Daddy/Mommy & Mistletoe Kiss

↳ A/N: I know the daddy/mommy prompt was supposed to be spicy but I used it in a fluffy domestic way so deal with it x

↳ Summary: It's your son's first Christmas and that brings you and George all the feels.

↳ Word Count: 887

↳ Winter Warmers Prompt List | The Way It Goes Masterlist

The apartment was silent apart from the soft woosh of the white noise machine on the dresser. The nine-month-old was snuggled in George’s arms, a tiny hand resting haphazardly up against his chest, pacifier resting limp between his lips as he fell into a comfortable sleep wrapped in a blanket and the warmth of his father’s body. George couldn’t stop staring at the baby in the darkness of the nursery, admiring the shadows over his cherubic cheeks and sweet button nose as he rocked side to side ever so slightly. 

From across the room, you had finished making sure the crib was ready with a clean fitted sheet—dotted in little reindeers—and the baby monitor camera on. George drifted over to your side silently, baby boy snoozing away in his arms, and you smiled fondly at the sight. Not wanting to disturb the little one too much, you only leaned down to press a faint kiss to his forehead and then George lifted him up cautiously to do the same himself. The baby stirred, his hand tightening momentarily on the fabric of George’s shirt, before resting again.

George slowly bent over the side of the crib and laid the baby down in the centre of the mattress, careful not to jostle him too much and risk waking him. But, like the good sleeper he was, your son barely stirred. In his slumber with his arms draped on either side of his head, he suckled on his pacifier a little, the soft plastic bumping against his nose ever so slightly, before once again falling still.

“Good night, my angel.” George whispered down to him, petting a gentle hand over his downy hair. “Merry Christmas.”

You leaned over the crib beside him, joining in his whispered words of adoration to your son with a gentle caress of his chubby cheek with the back of your finger, “Sweet dreams, my love.”

The two of you lingered there a moment as if not wanting to break out of that scene. It was something you had learned since becoming parents only nine months earlier: you could never tire of watching your son sleep. The mere sight of him just filled your heart with unfathomable amounts of love and protectiveness, relishing in the reality that your son was the single most beautiful thing either of you had ever seen in your entire lives. And he was yours. 

George’s hand rested on the small of your back, a comforting presence that symbolized your unyielding connection as new parents, your relationship only tested and strengthened since the birth of your son. Your two favourite guys in the whole world, right there in the same room with you. Your heart could have burst. 

Soon, you and George tiptoed out of the nursery to let your son sleep and you closed the door behind you both with nothing more than a faint creak of the hinges. You followed George down the hallway towards the living room where the Christmas tree was set up, awaiting presents from Santa. Your son was not yet one-year-old but you wanted to make the holiday special for him regardless if he would remember it—perhaps this was more for you as parents in the grand scheme of things, but there was nothing wrong with that. 

When the living room was stocked with wrapped presents and goodies for the morning, you and George lingered in the doorway to admire the festive scene. Your own little apartment decorated with your own Christmas tree and lights for your own little family. How perfect. 

“His first Christmas,” George spoke aloud, his voice tinged with near wonder as he held you close at his side, “I can’t believe it.”

“I know,” you breathed, “Where does the time go?”

George pulled you a little closer by your waist and rested his head against yours as you shared in the moment of Christmas warmth. It was a testament to how far you had come as partners; from that hotel lobby a handful of years ago to getting engaged faster than anyone believed was realistic to falling pregnant within a week of your wedding. It felt as though everything was moving so fast and, yet, at the same time, with him, everything felt like it was happening just as it needed to. This moment of peace was a chance to step back and reflect on where you had come from and where you were going. The future to face together, a family to raise…

The sound of a dainty bell ringing tore you from your thoughts and you looked up to see that George had tapped the tiny bell on the mistletoe hanging in the living room archway above you. Brought back to the present, to that moment to share with just him, it was the only place you wanted to be. So, you shared in his cheeky smile and as you did so, he leaned in to kiss your lips. 

When he pulled away, he whispered a gentle, “Merry Christmas, Mommy.”

Feeling the domestic adoration behind his words, nothing more than the sweetest reminder of your newfound titles as parents, your heart soared. You cradled his face in your hand and gently stroked your thumb over his cheek, replying with a soft, “Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

And you shared another tender kiss.

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♡ Summary: Being a father is the greatest gift Namjoon could ever ask for from Y/N. This Christmas it has turned out to be the hardest one for the family. 

♡ Rating: PG - 14

♡ Genre: Established relationship; Dad! Namjoon x Mom! Reader, romance, fluff and angst 

♡ Author’s Note: This is the sequel to Baby Daddy! Also I worked all day on Christmas Eve and on Christmas I spent it with my family. It’s been busy for me!! 

Namjoon knew the day was coming but he didn’t realize it was coming this fast. They spoke about his military leave twice in the past year. Once, in the beginning and the second, in the middle. Both times Y/N was crying and Namjoon dropped the topic. He hated seeing his wife cry. He couldn’t bear the realization on Su-jin’s face that daddy wasn’t coming home at the end of the day and it hurt more that Y/N had to face it alone.  

He wanted to celebrate Christmas early so at least he can see Su-jin’s second Christmas before he leaves. It was December tenth and Namjoon made their living room filled with Christmas decorations the night before. Their tree was filled with ornaments that had glitter falling down onto their carpet and the lights flashed different colors that made Su-jin hypnotized. Of course Namjoon made sure the tree had mountains of presents underneath with cartoon paper hiding what was inside. 

Y/N watched Su-jin open another gift and she sighed. She leaned towards Namjoon who was sitting next to her with a wide grin, “Joon, don’t you think this is overdoing it?” 

He shook his head and kissed Y/N’s cheek, “No, I wish I could’ve done more.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “Babe, how much more could you have done?” 

“Trust me, I had plans.” 

“I don’t doubt that.” 

Su-jin started letting out her giggles when she started playing with her new microphone. Y/N glanced at her and smiled. Namjoon bent down and grabbed a small box that was hidden behind the tree, “Baby, I got you something.”  

She looked back at Namjoon with a surprised look and then at the tiny box, “Joonie, I told you-”

“This is special please.”

She took the box and let out a laugh, “You always had to have it your way.” 

“You’ll like it.”

She opened the box and her eyes widened. It was a ring that had all of their birthstones and engraved in the ring it said, MY FOREVER. She placed the ring next to her wedding bands with excitement, “Namjoon, this is so beautiful.” 

Namjoon placed his hand on top of hers and glanced at the ring, “I just wanted you to know...no matter what. You guys are my forever. Even if I’m far away, I’m always thinking of you guys.” 

“Joon, I don’t need a ring for that. I already know.” 

“I just wanted you to have something...”

She smiles and leans forward, placing a quick peck on his lips, “I love it and I love you.” 

“I love you more.” 

Later that night, Y/N put Su-jin down and it was just the couple. They were in the living room cuddling up watching a random drama with Christmas lights flashing in semi darkness. Namjoon’s fingers carefully went through her hair as she played with his fingers, it was pure bliss. 

“Neh, Namjoon...Do you remember when we met?” 

“Of course I do....”

Another long night and Namjoon felt like shit. All day he was messing up in practice and while no one got mad at him, he was mad at himself. He kept trying but nothing was working. It was frustrating because even Jin picked up the choreography. 

“Namjoon, let’s get some coffee. You need it.”

Namjoon looked up from the floor and gave him a sad smile, “Sure...maybe they have a drink that can make me dance better.”

Yoongi scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, “Shut up, let’s go.” 

They walked down the street to the only cafe open that late. There was soft jazz music playing and the sound of soft talks echoed in the room. whispers that held comfort under the dim lighting. They ordered their usual and waited at a table towards the back. Yoongi was on his phone and Namjoon was just staring outside into the night. He wished he could be better at dancing. He was their leader but he couldn’t help them with the formation, what kind of leader is he? 

“You look like you're thinking hard.” 

A soft voice blended in with the jazz music but it was loud enough for him to hear. He turned his head to see a girl around his age looking at him with a soft smile. The way her eyes looked at him made him feel like he was by a fireplace on a cold day. It was comforting and nice, “Yeah...thinking.”

She placed the cups down on the table and turned her head slightly towards him, “Are you alright? Thinking too hard just causes problems and no one likes problems.” 

“Problems can be the solutions we need.”

“Or the headaches we don’t want.”

Yoongi snickered at this and took a sip of his coffee as he watched the two go back and forth. Y/N heard her name at the counter and sighed, “I have to go but my advice is...don’t be too hard on yourself. We have one life, why be so mean to ourselves.” 

Namjoon watched her walk away and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. There was something about her and he wanted to figure it out. 

She let out a small laugh at the memory, “You were so nervous, it was cute.”

He rolled his eyes at this and changed the channel, “I wasn’t nervous. I was just...overwhelmed...”

“That’s what you said when you asked me out, remember?” 

“Jimin, I don’t think this is going to work.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and handed Namjoon the flowers, “Y/N’s favorite flowers are daisies.”

Hoseok nodded his head and opened the cafe door for him, “Stop being nervous and ask her out before someone else does. Like that guy from the other cafe.” 

“I’m not nervous...I’m overwhelmed.” 

“Yeah, whatever. Just go.” 

Namjoon entered the cafe and saw Y/N watering the plants. He heard Jungkook’s voice playing and he smiled. Y/N told him that she would always support him because she believed that he would become big. She was always there believing in her. 

She looked up and waved at him, “Hey! I didn’t know you were coming.”

“Sorry...ummm....these are for you.”  

She glanced down to see him handing her daisies. She smiled softly and took them out of his hands. She brought the daisies to her nose and inhaled the scent, “You shouldn’t have...I love them Namjoon. Thank you.” 

He felt his face get hot but a surge of confidence flew through him, “Y/N you would go on date me?” 

“Namjoon, are you okay?” 

He knew she was teasing him and she sighed. He looked away with his red face to avoid her mischievous eyes, “Would you go on a date with me?

“Of course I would.” 

“It’s not funny, Y/N.”

“I think it is.”  She reached for the remote and shut off the t.v, “We should head to bed. You want to take Su-jin  to the park tomorrow, remember.” 

He smiles at his daughter's name and nods his head, “Yeah, I wanted her to play with Jungkook while we walk through the park together.” 

“That sounds lovely.” 

The couple shut off everything in the living room and headed towards their bedroom. They both laid in their respective spots and she stared at him with a frown. He raised his eyebrow at this and turned towards her, “Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“I’m just going to miss you...”

“Well maybe Santa will bring me to you.” 

She rolled her eyes and moved closer to him until she felt his body heat, “The only thing I want from Santa is our family together.”

“Baby...” He kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her waist, “It’s going to be okay.” 

She let out a snicker as she snuggled into his chest, “Been an angel all year, Santa baby...”

He snorted at this and pinched her sides, making her wiggle, “Shush you...”

“Just promise me you’ll write to me.” 

“Of course I will, babe.” 

She looked up and kissed the side of his neck, “I can’t believe Taehyung is shaving his head.”

“I know, he looks like a prince with his hair. It’s going to be wild to see him without it.”

“I always said you looked like a professor that had all the girls drooling during class.”

He smirked at this and he tightened his grip, “Is that so?”

“Very much so...now that you shaved your head...I don’t know you got hotter to me.”

“Really? Su-jin misses my hair.”

She snickers at this and nodded her head, “She does, she was so confused when you didn’t have it but I think you look handsome.” 

“And I think you look beautiful. Let’s sleep.”

“Fine, what time are we leaving?”

“Around eleven.” 

She kissed his chest and closed her eyes, “Good night my love.” 

“Good night.” 

･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･

“Hyung! Noona!” 

The couple pushed Su-jin towards Jungkook and she waved at him, “Good morning, Kook.” 

Jungkook smiled at her and gave her a tight hug, “Noona, I heard you had a surprise.”

She raised her eyebrow at this, “And who told you this?” 

“Yoongi...”

She rolled his eyes, “It’s not a surprise...It’s more I baked you a cake for all your solo activities.”

Namjoon took Su-jin out of the stroller and pouted, “You didn’t make me a cake for my solo...”

“This is why I told Yoongi not to tell you. I knew you would blurt it out.”

“Sorry noona.” 

She let out a chuckle and ruffled Jungkook’s hair, “It’s fine. Namjoon, I gave you a baby. That’s bette than cake.” 

“Nothing in this world can compare to my Su-Jin. Want to play with Uncle Kook, Su-jin?” 

Su-jin made grabby motions towards Jungkook and he happily took her. He kissed all over her face and Y/N smiled at the scene before her, “You can play on the playground. Just be careful, she’s been more curious these days.”

“I will noona. Have fun on your walk.” 

Namjoon intertwined their fingers together and they walked. It was winter but today it wasn’t as cold. It was the perfect temperature. They walked closely together in silence as nature became their theme song. Namjoon glanced down at her and smiled, “What do you think about having another baby?”

She glanced up at him and gave him a surprise look, “Another baby? I would love to have another one but you're leaving soon...”

“When I come back?”

She let out a small laugh, “Maybe Santa can make that come true.” 

“Santa's probably tired of us asking him for things.”

She rolled her eyes and nodded her head, “But that’s the fun of Christmas.” 

“So...Another baby? Hurry down the chimney tonight.~” 

Y/N let go of Namjoon’s hand and started to walk away from him, “I’m going back to Su-jin.”

“Wait no! Comeback!”

[enterssandmans]

holly and ribbon

(james hetfield x reader)

(summary: tis the season! james knows how much you love christmas and wants to make the day EXTRA special!)

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

“okay keep em’ close, baby” james instructed softly, having a gentle hold on your wrist as he guided you.

you just chuckled softly, squeezing your eyes shut playfully to let james know you were seriously but also curious. “what is it? are you proposing?” you asked jokingly.

even though you couldn’t see it, you knew james had an exasperated look on his face. “y/n, sweetheart, we’re already married”.

“i know, i know” you sighed, still seeing darkness. “i guess it’d be nice to relive it” you replied in a exaggerated tone making james look down at you as he couldn’t help but smile at your usual playfulness.

“would you just shut up and let me guide you?” the guitarist asked, interlocking his fingers with yours, his words and his actions were enough to get you to quiet down.

“yes sir” you mumbled making james smirk.

after what felt like forever, he had finally brought you to the big surprise.

“okay, now open your eyes!” he said, letting go of your hand but still watching you.

you opened your eyes and immediately a gasp left your mouth. the bedroom in your shared home was decorated with christmas lights that lit up the classic green and red, the christmas tree with the bright star on the top and a present underneath the tree.

“james, holy shit” you whispered, the light of the star illuminating off of your eyes as you stared at it in awe. “you did this for me?”

“of course i did, baby” he replied, walking closer to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. he knew how much this holiday was special to you and there was nothing he loved more than seeing your beautiful smile.

your smile cracked as your gaze shifted from the tree to james. “i love you” you stated softly, leaning your head against his chest as you heard his heartbeat pounding faster than before.

“i love you more” he stated back. “now, go open your presents” he smiled, giving you a playful yet gentle shove towards the tree.

you picked your head up off of his chest and kneeled down near the present, you picked it up and unwrapped the paper, discarding it to the side. your eyes immediately lit up as you saw what was in the box, that necklace you’ve been eyeing for months since that new store opened down the street.

it was gold, but shimmered. a little heart dangling down which made you feel warm inside since james was the one who gifted it to you, the man who stole your heart.

“you like it?” the guitarist questioned, kneeling down next to you as he watched your reaction closely.

all he got was you jumping onto him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kissed his cheek affectionately. he let out a small noise in surprise but it was replaced with a chuckle as he greatly accepted your love.

“thank you, babe” you mumbled in his ear, he just rubbed your back. “you’re so welcome, my love” he mumbled back.

you pulled away and handed the necklace to james, he was very delicate with his movements as you felt the cold metal on your skin when the necklace was on you.

you admired it as you looked down as well as james, he absolutely thought gold complimented you very well and was actually very proud of himself that he got you this.

james grabbed your hand as the two of you stood up off of the floor and led you over to the bed which had millions of blankets on it, one of them with the red and black checkered pattern.

you both laid down on the bed, looking up at the lights that hung around the ceiling.

james looked over at you, reaching around to play with your hair.

“merry christmas, sweetheart”

you looked back up at him with a smile

“merry christmas, baby”

you guys shifted your focus back to the lights above, reflecting on the year you guys had overcome.

so many great things have happened and more to come.

best. christmas. ever.

🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁

(merry christmas to those who celebrate!! i hope you guys got everything you’ve ever wanted and got to spend some quality time with your loved ones. see you in the next year!)

[freddie-77-ao3]

Percy Jackson-esque Chapter Titles for a fic i'm writing:

We have friends in holy places (and unholy- Hello Lady Hera!)

What’s Up, Random Person, We’re Kidnapping and Adopting You

Yeah, The Beach Is Nice- Thank You For Not Drowning Us

Hazel Was Dead and Still Knows More Than You

Thank Fuck For The Egyptian- How the Hell Did We End Up In Great Britain

Annabeth Is Obsessed and Bianca Is Possessed- There Goes Christmas

Question Of Our Lives and Today Especially: What The Hell Is Going On?!

Now Would Be A Good Time To Be Anyone Else

Call The Police Because We May Have Just Murdered A Mortal

Ask And You Shall Receive… Sometime In The Next Twenty Years Probably

A Guinea Pig, A Dandelion, A Pine Tree, An Olive Tree and Two Embarrassed Girls Walk Into A Bar  

Satan Or Santa? Neither Should Exist And Yet Somehow They’re Both Knocking On Our Tent Door

A Slight Reprieve From The Last Chapter: Connor Comes For You With The Question ‘Do Tents Have Doors?’

And We’re Back, Why Did You Guys Think Our R&R Would Last Long?

Sugar, Spice, Almost Dying Twice (Today)

Would You Put ‘Cheating Death Almost Daily’ Under Experience Or Special Skills?

An Inspirational Trip Through Hell- Persephone Makes Good Brownies

Those Commercials Where People Screw Up The Most Basic Of Tasks In The Most Idiotic Fashion Ever Describes The Current Situation

As The Prophecy Foretold (We Made It Up, But It Came True)

Living Normally? In This Economy?

And Then The Wolves Came… Sike (Thank Fuck)

The Snails Paced Chocolate Bunny Gives Mixed Messages But Good Cereal

What The Hades Is Going On, Someone Explain

Apparently Exploding A Volcano Makes Us 'Irresponsible’

Why Are Cats So Vengeful 

Oh Look! An Unhelpful Old Person!

The Adults Are More Annoying Than Leo Valdez and Nico Di Angelo Put Together

They Scream For Ice Cream, I Scream For Sanity

McDonald’s And Raising The Dead- Tuesday Never Looked So Good

Unfortunately, I’m Still Not Dead Or A Dolphin (Not For Lack Of Effort)

Eggs Apparently Don’t Like Being Lost At Sea

I’m Packing Up My Crayons And Leaving

Viva La Pluto, Fuck You Guys

A Guide To Giving Up

Hopefully We Can Do This Without Dying This Time

Lady Dirt Face Fucks Us Over- Apparently Today CAN Get Worse

Apparently The Horse Is A God, And Honestly, Fuck The World- But Not You Potty Sludge

If Love Is In The Air Then We’re Wearing Gas Masks- How We Almost Started A War On Accident

If Love Is An Open Door We Should Close It- Aphrodite And Cupid Both Suck

Vegan Ice Cream Sandwiches For One

I Call Shotgun (Said The Invisible Girl  and The Literal Ghost)

I Fucked My Way Into This Mess, I’ll Fuck My Way Out Of It

Things Go Horribly Wrong (Or Horribly Right? It’s Hard To Tell At This Point)

The Fine Art Of Bullshit

We Are Being Hunted And Killed (Why Is This Normal And How Can We Stop It?)

Previously On ‘The Chaos Chronicles”

Cool, Cool, Cool, Cool. Actually It’s Not- Who Lit Katie’s Hair On Fire?!

I’d Like To Say This Is Shocking, But That Would Just Be A Lie

One Hundred And One Monsters, And Twenty Times A Therapist Was Needed

I Am Honestly Surprised That We Are Still Alive, And Apparently So Are The Gods

You Will Never Be A God

Blackmail Only Works If I Care

An Offer I Can Definitely Refuse

Hush Little Baby, Don’t You Cry, You’ll Give Away Our Location, And Then We’ll Die

Only Come Back With Back Up Or A Burger- Maybe Donuts

Doomsday Or Not, Let Me Go Back To Bed, I Haven’t Slept In A Week And I Don’t Care

Practise Doesn’t Make Perfect, Practise Makes A Forest Fire And A Flood

Sea Foam Speaks and A New Person Shatters My Dreams

The Labyrinth Apparently Doesn’t Murder The Already Dead, So Can We Just Die Already?

For A Moment I Forgot Gravity, And As It Seems So Did The Sky, Which Is Good Because I’d Hate To Die Before Breakfast

And God Told Us To Run A Marathon- What Happened To Normal Executions?

At Some Point The Universe Just Needs To Kill Us

There Is Not Enough Faith For This, 

No Words Can Explain Dan, The God Of Moths and Accidental Demon Summoning 

 The Endless and Mysterious Ocean Becomes A Bit Less So, And I Should Have Paid For Diving Lessons

If Best Plus Bitter Equal Better, Then I Am Way Better Than Everyone

Firecrackers And Actual Crackers- Where Is The Cheese

He Likes Art. Terrible Art, But Still Art So I Suppose I’ll Forgive The Sword Through My Head

Hazel Drives Worse Than Thalia Which Says A Lot Because Thalia Crashed Into A Lake- Oh Wait

What Do You Do When The World Almost Ends- And No Nico, The Answer Isn’t Go To McDonalds

This Wasn’t Supposed To Happen (Just Like Me)

Can I Rewrite My Life Story, Because If So I’m Starting With This

I Wasn’t Prepared For Parenthood When I Stopped A Kidnapping, I’m Seven

Patting My Own Back, No One Appreciates Me, Fuck This And Really The Rest Of My Life

Apparently Dying Is Not An Excuse For Being Late, So Fuck You Too 

Buying Happy Meals For The Dead Isn’t An Excuse For Being Late

Caped God? I Was Hoping You Had Said Cape Cod

Incoherent Screaming Is Our Theme Song, And I Feel A New Episode On

Who Told Apollo He Could Give Us Presents, Because MCR Is Not A Proper Wake Up Call

It’s Jesus Who Ruined Our Lives This Time, Folks

Don’t Awaken The Ancient One, She Has Anxiety

I Did Not Know That Could Kill Someone, But You Learn Something New Every Day

The Gods Themselves Want Me Dead, You’re Not Special, Todd

Doritos And Death, A How To On Properly Waking And Raising The Dead Featuring A Trip To Alaska

What Was I Thinking? I’m Pretty Certain I Wasn’t

News To No One: The Previously Dead Can’t Drive

I Really Hate Saving The World Actually

How Many Times Is That Threat Going To Work Considering It’s Not Serious? A Surprising Number

Everyone Asks Who We Are, Not How We Are, And Honestly I’m Pretty Hungry

The Gods Hate Me And I Don’t Know Why (I Do Know Why, But I Don’t Care, And Honestly They Shouldn’t Either)

 Which Circle Of Hell Are We In Now, Because I Was Not Planning On A Field Trip To Tartarus

We Master The Elements (Some Of Them- We Also Torch And Flood New England)

In Which We Almost Die Again And No One Bats An Eye

 Our Lives Would Be Incredibly Saddening If We Could Sit Down And Look At Them, But Leo Burned Our Chairs 

The Houseplants Try To Eat Us, And Katie Gets Mad

We Babysit For A God, And Then Adopt His Kids- Surprisingly He’s Fine With This

Dreams Do Come True And That Is Absolutely Not A Good Thing

There Goes My Best Bargaining Chip (Oh And Also His Head)

A Series Of Horrible Decisions- Who Decided I Was The Leader

Hylla, Please Don’t Leave Us- Oh, You Can Give Us A Box Of Cereal? Nevermind 

Sunshine And Rainbows Are Meant To Mean Happiness Not War- Iris and Apollo Destroy Things

Please Don’t Hit Me With Another Brick

We Were Happy And Then There Was A Giant Pigeon

Oh My Holy Fucking Shit That Was Not The Right Lever

In Which Swimming With Sharks Almost Leads To Death And Yet Saves Our Lives

There Is No Highway To Hell As It Turns Out, Only Backroads, And Now Nico And Thalia Are Disappointed

And Then The Sky Almost Crushed Us Because It Fell And Honestly I’m Never Trusting You Again

There Goes Normal Society, Say Bye-Bye, Miranda 

Are We Supposed To Live Through This?

The Dick Who Hands Out Toothbrushes Also Assigns Us A Death Quest And This Is Why We Don’t Celebrate Holidays

Sorry For Cursing You Out, Please Fix My Life

The Plan Checks Out- We Can Do This! (Spoiler Alert- We Can’t)

Three Hundred And Sixty Five Times We Can Say Fuck In A Hour

Please Let Me Pass Out On Your Lawn

Apparently Yelling Fuck At The Sky Is Considered ‘Disrespectful’ And I Haven’t A Fucking Clue Why

Yes Sir, That Is A Lot Of Blood, And No Sir, She Doesn’t Need That Leg

That One Time We Accidentally End Up In The Slaughter Sea, And How That Manages To End Up With A New Leader Of The Amazon Empire And Thalia Gets A Girlfriend

Yes, I’m Aware I Look Gay, Thank You Very Much, I’m Here To Be Queer

This Person Is Nico di Angelo With Less Shits To Give, And Honestly That Scares Me

A Good Idea With Bad Results And A Bad Idea With Surprising Results- The Ending Will Astound You

Never Thought I’d Literally Be Shut In The Closet Again, But Life’s Full Of Surprises

One Million Pounds Of Oranges And Sadness, Sixty Thousand Pounds Of Mangos, And A Truck Full Of Happiness- Monsters Not Welcome

Who Packed The Blueberry Muffins?

Nevertheless She Persisted, And Yet Just Like That, She Gave Up

What The Hell Is This, What The Hell Is That, Why The Hell Am I Here, What The Hell, *Moonwalks Into Hell*: A Brief Summary Of Life

All Is Fair In Being The First One In The Shower

We Accidentally Summon An Army Of Lost Souls

All Our Nightmares Come True And We Prove We’re Idiots

Life Gave ‘Lia Lemons. She Squeezed Them In My Eyes. Please No More Lemons.

Trying To Play Nice To The Gods Never Ends Well. In Other Words, Percy Is An Olive Tree

What’s Happening? I’m Digging My Own Grave, That’s What

Finger Guns, Peace Signs, and Middle Fingers To Nowhere- Home At Last

In Jason’s Defense, He Tried, But The Dragon Was More Interesting

Keeping A Family Alive Can Be Difficult, Especially With No Education and More Monsters A Day Than Cash (Twenty Dollars)

Thalia Tries To Sing Over Annabeth And Percy Arguing And All That Happens Is A Noise Complaint

At This Point, Murder Is Less Of A Passing Thought And More Of An ‘It’s Only A Matter Of Time’

Cousin Bonding Time Doesn’t Usually Include The Gods, But There Are Burgers So…

According To The Crazy Titan Lord Kronos, Asking If A Newborn Looks Like A Rock Is A Question That Will Result In The Death Of The Asker

Oh Joy, I’m Facing Scrutiny Over My Love Life From Immortal Preteens

Oh Things Couldn’t Be Worse When Your Parents Run The Universe Oh Things Couldn’t Be Worse When There’s A Vote To Kill Us (Leo stop using Jazz hands!)

We Have The Worst Family Reunion Ever 3.0

Barbed Wire Instead Of String, The Fates Hate Me More Than You Might Think

Zombies, Zombies Everywhere, Wave Your Hands Up In The Air

The World Is A Different Place When You Know What The World Is (Spoiler Alert: It’s Your Murderous Great Grandma)

The Refrigerator Seems Empty, Much Like My Soul

Ah, The Smell Of Success, It Smells Like Bullshit

My Heart Is Broken (Like Those Crackers That Bianca’s Eating)

Utter Chaos: Now Featuring Camp Half Blood And Literal Blood

Family Drama Destroys My Life

Family Drama 2.0: Family Drama Destroys California

So Then A God Says We ‘Will Save Humanity’, And Thalia Says ‘What The Fuck’

Two Middle Aged Women Start Screaming In Walmart

The Main Braincell Holder Is Asleep, God Doesn’t Exist, And Starting Forest Fires Is A Normal Way To Deal With Stress

Hell Is Just Life On Steroids

Queerly Beloved, We Are Gathered Here Togay… A.K.A. A Bet Ruins Rachel Elizabeth Dare’s Life

Normal People Would Avoid This, But The Two Most Normal People Here Used To Be Dead Or Will Die When A Stick Lights On Fire, So We Can’t Have High Hopes

We Try (And Fail, But Hey, It’s The Thought That Counts, Right?)

So THAT’S Where The Greek Fire Went. Sorry, Bus Driver.

Percy Has His Gay Awakening In The Form Of His Grandfather (Technically. He’s Also Technically His First Cousin Once Removed Or Something- Annabeth’s cousin maybe?)

You're Annoying Me To Death With Your Monologue So I Have To Kill You Now

What Can Go Wrong Will Go Wrong Doesn’t Mean You Should Set My Bed On Fire

Thalia Does Shock Therapy Meaning She Electrocutes People When They Say Things 

We Should Know By Now That Yelling Doesn't Solve Things But We Don’t, And The Gods Don’t Either

Most Of My Life Is Incredibly Traumatizing, But This Is New 

Who The Fuck Invited The Norse?!

Okay, I Thought The Norse Were Enough, Why Are The Magicians Here?

Wow. Popcorn. The Roman’s Worst Nightmare. 

So First The World Almost Ends, And Then The World Ends But It Gets Better, And Now It’s Ending Again?

Prophecies Can Fuck Off, And So Can Apollo

“Treacherous Nephew In The Tuxedo” Should Sound Funny, But It Doesn’t, And That Makes Leo Sad

 Why Is A Titan Making Dad Jokes? 

Falling Into A Dumpster Was The Highlight Of My Day, What Is Life

Grieving For The Living Is Just As Hard As Grieving For The Dead

Please Forget That I Tried To Kill You

In My Defence, An Invisible Higher Power Who Has The Ability To Strike Me Down Made Me Do It

Let Out A Boo For The Boom Man

Twenty McDonald’s Happy Meals And A Gun- Godly Gifts Are Awesome

We Enter The Maze Of Doom (This Time With Fabulous Prizes)

Two Brothers Are Not Happy As A Sister Cheers On Two More Brothers As They Duel To The Death- (Triton & Tyson & Kymopoleia & Percy & Anteus Have Sibling Bonding Time) 

The Eight Year Old With A Gun Manages To Save And Then Destroy A Life

Hello, I’m Queer, And Full Of Fear. Please Kill Me Now

Children Try To Make Plans (It Doesn’t Go So Well)

Thalia Grace Once Again Proves That Being A Demigod Really Fucking Sucks

It Don’t “Do Be Like That Sometimes” Leo, We Are In HELL

[a-fluffy-dog24]

HEY tumblr I need your help

So I have a fanfic that I need someone to read and tell me what you think. Feedback and suggestions are welcome.

Here is the description:It's Christmas time at the mystery shack lots of holiday fluff.Christmas shenanigans include snowball fights,cookie decorating,Christmas morning headaches, and fire breathing reindeer.Mabel and Ford Bonding together. Soos has a special surprise for Stan.

A Christmas Story

Dec/23/2012

It was a snowy day in Gravity Falls when Dipper,Mabel and Waddles arrived. The boys were taking a break from their boating adventure, they bent out at sea for 4 months but they were going to spend Christmas in the falls. Dipper and Mabel their mom and dad were driving them to the shack so the kids can fun.And so their parents can have so couple time to themselves."Dipper I am SO excited we get to see Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford,Soos and Wendy,Melody for Christmas"She excited yelled.

" I can't wait to see everybody too,"he added "and after we get back we get to celebrate Christmas with you guys "she told her parents "yea that we be fun"Catherine replied . "It's was fun celebrating Hanukkah with you dad.Maybe I'll get really good at the dreidel and get all the chocolate coins " she said "I can't help that I'm an expert" Dipper smiled joked she  stuck her tongue out at him he smiled. "You kids have fun with Grunkle Stan don't eat to many cookies" Michael said

"And Grunkle Ford" Mabel reminds him "oh right side hello to both them for me"he added remembering that now their are two of them and Stanley is not dead and StanFord has been gone for 30 years. That was a surprising and awkward FaceTime call for him and Catherine . It took two hours for Stan to explain himself and for the parents to process it all.But now they know he had to take his brothers place they now get to know the real StanFord Pines better.

"We will see you soon the day after Christmas stay safe love you" she told them. "Aww you too mom" Mabel added "You bet bye mom" Dipper said.The twins and Waddles were getting out of the car they are waiting for Wendy to meet them at the bus stop. They waved goodbye to their mom and dad they .Then Wendy arrived "hey guys how was your trip up here"she asked "very snowy and long" Mabel answered they all went down the snowy road to the shack,Waddles sniffs the snow then eats the snow.

The shack was all decorated with red,green,blue Christmas lights. They walked inside Soos had decorated the living room with a Christmas tree. On the tree were red, yellow ornaments. And some ornaments Soos and the kids had made when they were little.

And multicolored lights and A yellow star on top, also there were abuela's creepy old santa doll's everywhere and red,white garland hanging on the doorways.The kids hug Stan he is wearing a red beanie and a white shirt and brown coat and blue pants he also is wearing mittens "hi Grunkle Stan we miss you" Mabel said.

But Stan didn't say anything just smiled "wait a minute you look different you're hair is curlier"Dipper notices they look up at Ford.He is wearing a red sweater a blue coat and black pants.He looks a little bit nervous. "Grunkle Ford why is hair so straight" Mabel asked. He says.

"Because I'm Grunkle Stan" . They look at what they think is Stan's hand but now it has 6 fingers "ohhh" they both realize. "Well hi Grunkle Ford you were able to trick us we had no Idea ?" Mabel told him " do you two do this all the time to strangers"Dipper question

"No, not intentionally  but it's funny to watch  I'm glad you kids could make it."Ford hugs them more. "My dear did you get your braces off" he says seeing her pretty straight teeth. "Yup I got them off before we started school I can finally eat gum  worry  free"she told them.Then he lets them go they hug Stan "Kids I'm so happy you're here" Stan hugs the twins and lifts them off the ground.

"Grunkle Stan I'v miss you" Mabel said and was wearing a green sweater that looks like a christmas tree with little lights on it and santa hat. Dipper was wearing Wendy's hat vest, red long sleeve shirt blue, pants "me too" Dipper cheered Stan put them down. "Are we celebrating Hanukkah this year?" he asked her since she likes to celebrate both and makes them celebrate too.

Stan and Ford aren't really religious any more they were when they were kids . But now they do it for the kids sake and it's fun. "No Dipper and I already celebrating Hanukkah we mom and dad  back home." Mabel takes her stuff upstairs Waddles follows her with reindeer ears on.They had a snowball fight. With Wendy and her brothers they beat them. then they warmed up with hot cocoa.

Later Ford visited Fiddleford’s house they had a great time together talking reminiscing about the first holiday they spent together when Fiddleford save the children from monster. And drank eggnog fun times.They gave each other gifts. At the shack Melody made gingerbread cookies ,Mabel decorated hers with pink sprinkles that look like glitter and Dipper ate the gingerbread man's head off. "Why'd you kill him" she asked her brother "because he's delicious" he replied "what if we made our family as gingerbread cookie people " Mabel suggested. "I don't think we have enough cookies I would have to make some more" Melody told them. "If Mabel doesn't eat all of them" Dipper teased her

Mabel trying to stuff her cookies in her chubby cheeks and lick the sugar off her lips. "Hey someone has to taste test them" she defends herself Soos was just finished  putting the last touches  of candy and frosting on his gingerbread house. "Hey dude can you give me a cookie" Dipper gives him a cookie "babe come over here I need your help decorating this house is a lot harder than it looks." "How can I help" Melody asked "look up at the ceiling....how that get there" Melody looks at the mistletoe duck tape to the ceiling she smiles.They kiss .

In the living room their stockings on the wall pink for Mabel, blue for Dipper, red for Stan, green for Ford, yellow for Soos and orange for Wendy. Wendy was outside fixing the snowman she put Dipper's old hat on the snowman she will come back for it later. Dipper watches her "hey Wendy before you go I need you to give this to someone" he has her a purple gift."Nice snowman by the way" "thanks who's this for" she asked "umm Pacifica" he blush a little bit "I mean you were going..in to town and I thought you could just drop it off Umm please" he fished saying . "Ok sure marry Christmas bye"she smiled and left "bye see you tomorrow" he waved goodbye.

Dec/24 Christmas Eve night

They walked outside because Mabel said she saw a reindeer she said "hey guys look I told you I saw a reindeer if he had a red nose we could name him Rudolph" the reindeer had red eyes but other than that he was pretty cute . She run inside to get him a treat " I've never seen a reindeer in the falls before" Ford mentioned. Mabel through a carrot on the ground for him. He eat it "Aww I'm going to name you fireball" she looks at him eating the snack.

Then the reindeer opened his mouth to yawn and instead of air coming out it breathed fire. Then ran off they were a little shocked at a fire breathing reindeer "I should be unimpressed at this point " Dipper says "Well that's what weird" Stan adds well opening the door.They had Christmas dinner turkey and some pie.

After dinner the kids go and wash up Mabel took a bubble bath and after Dipper took a shower. Then they all sat on the couch and watched a movie together. They watch A Charlie Brown Christmas Mabel sit on Stan's lap. She is wearing red pjs that says Happy Hanukkah . She smells like peppermint and he wraps a warm blanket around her. "Grunkle Stan, are you excited for tomorrow?" she wondered "Yeah, are you excited for presents" he asked "yes I'm excited too give you yours". Dipper sat on Ford's lap. Dipper is wearing green pjs that says Mary Christmas . He smells like pine trees.Dipper starts to shiver a little "are you cold my boy" Ford asked "yes" Ford tickles his belly he giggles "this is not what I meant " Waddles sit on the floor he has reindeer ears on.

Twas the night before christmas and the boys were putting the twins to bed, the kid sat on the floor and looked out the window. It's snowing.''It's so beautiful "she told him "yes it's perfect for tomorrow it's something we don't see a lot "Dipper added. "Yup California has never gotten snow in less we live in the mountains, anyway what is the whole point of Christmas.Is it to spend time with your family. Get good gifts, have fun. Or to celebrate baby Jesus birthday and the good things he’s done for us” she said. “I think the meaning  of Christmas can be whatever you believe it to. I believe that it’s all of those things.you understand more than you realize” Dipper tells her “I love you" she whispered "I love you too" he replied then Ford picked up Mabel and tucked her into bed Waddles lay on her bed.

"Grunkle Ford did you put out the milk and cookies?"she asked "yes my dear come on time bed" she fell asleep. And Stan tucked Dipper into bed, "she is going to wake us up so early tomorrow" Stan said "yep it will be a lot of fun" Stan rubs Dipper's head and he falls asleep too. Stan walked over to Mabel and kiss her on the head Ford walked over to Dipper and kiss his head.The boys turn off the lights,close the door and walk in the hallway Stan hums jingle bells.

"Stanley, can you stop humming that all day?" Ford teased, "no I put up with you talking in your sleep and it stuck in my head". "Anyway let's go hit the showers, you should go first because your bubble baths are so long,"Ford complained ."Fine I'll just use all the hot water" Stan teased Ford, smiled and shook his head. I hope the kids Christmas morning will be as great as ours 8 nights where” Stan said. “yeah I hope they don’t get a cinder block as a present are holidays weren’t as spectacular as I recall .” “Oh I don’t think it was that bad all though that huge sweeter mom use to make us where itch a lot.But I remember she would let us light the candles on the Mamala and she even gave us little gifts.” Stan reminds him he thinks back at his childhood and the fun times they shared. Ford recalled celebrating Hanukkah with his mother.And doing their traditions it was enjoyable for them.They went and washed up after they went to bed.You can see the snow falling out the window.

Dec/25/2012

It's christmas MOURNING "DIPPER DIPPER wake up" she excitedly bounced on his bed. "ok let go"he ripped his blanket off and they ran down the stairs Waddles ran from behind them. They wake up their Grunkles and plan to drag them out of bed ,

They go and burst open the door to Ford's old room, "GRUNKLE STAN wake up" she excitedly yelled. She crawled on his bed and sat on his back "it's christmas" Dipper pulled his arm. "I'm awake I'm awake go wake up sixer" he gets his glasses and they walk over to Ford's couch. "GRUNKLE FORD wakes up" she pulls his arm, Dipper takes off his blanket "ok ok I'm coming" he gets his glasses they walk into the kitchen.

Then they see Soos and Melody drinking coffee, and in the living room. All of the stockings are full, and they see the colorful presents, pretty bows with name tags on them under the tree.

"Alright open your stocking fist" Stan suggested "so we can wake up" Ford murmured half asleep as he held his coffee everyone come over and sit down. The kid gets their stocking and passes everybody else out.Soos puts on some Christmas music, they dump out their stoking over and they get candy.Stan hands Mabel a red box she takes the bow off and puts it on her head. He smiles at her she rips off the paper and opens it inside. There was green and yellow yarn "wow it's so beautiful and soft thank you" "I got something for you too" she excitedly crawls under the tree and retrieves Stan's present. And hands it to him he opens it and it's a camera and a painting that she put gutter,paint,macaroni on it."Now you guys can take pictures of your trip" "oh thanks pumpkin I love the painting" he hugs her she smiles.

Dipper hands Ford his present, he opens it, it's a new red notebook and the Dungeon Dungeon and more Dungeon rulebook "oh thank you I've needed a new journal. "When you guys come back can we play together please? '' Dipper asked. "Of course we can, I have a gift for you too' Ford gives Dipper his present and he rips off the green paper. It's a mystery novel and a D and D and more D dice "thank you Grunkle Ford I love this series". He put the dice in his pocket and began excitedly reading the first book.

"Stanley here " Ford hand him red box he open it and it's a photo book with pictures of the two, of them through the years.Stan tearful thought about their 30 years apart "Oh poindexter thank ".But he thought about how much better their relationship is he give Ford a present he opens, it and its binoculars and jelly beans 'thank you Stanley' they hug each other.

"Grunkle Stan here I got this for you" Dipper handed him a brown box he opened it and it's a pink,purple,blue tie "Aww thank you Goober, that yellow box there it's yours" Stan told him. Dipper crawls under the tree and gets his present; he rips the yellow paper off the box. And its pens,candy "cool thanks Grunkle Stan" Stan rub Dipper's head.

"Grunkle Ford I got you something too" she crawls under the tree, and hands him a bag he opens it. "Aww did you make this" he holds a pale green sweater with a golden 6 fingered hand on it. "You like it" "I love it" he put it on she sat in his lap " look like santa left something for you my dear". He gave her a red box. She opened it and its cookies and a sketchbook ."Thank you' she ate one of the cookies and she hugged him.

"Dipper I got you something here' Mabel hands her brother his gift he got another blue journal "oh thank you I just finished my old one here yours ' she opened it .And she got stickers and colored pencils.  she hugged him. She couldn't wait to start drawing and began coloring in her sketchbook with her new colored pencils and stickers.Dipper wrote down his first entry and sketches of the reindeer they saw.Soos gave Stan a tiny box. He opened it and it's a tiny blue onesie.

That said Hi grandpa on it"I don't think I can't wear this wait ....You're ... going to be a dad......I'm a grandpa". His eyes felt a little wet. He thought how happy he was that he had a son and that he will have a grandson.Melody is 4 months pregnant Soos hugged him "are you ready dad". "Yep I am," he wiped the tears away "I think.. when is she due ' 'In may we think Melody beaned.

After Stan made them breakfast Wendy came over from her house.They all talk and laughed together , Dipper and Mabel enjoy their new presents Dipper reading in his new book and Mabel started knitting with her new green and yellow yan. "You know what my favorite part of Christmas is" she asked" What presents, going to church,the endless meals of food ?" he replied "no being with all of you" she smiled "Aww me too" he agreed. And ended the best Christmas ever.

[ofthecaravel]

Heaven In Time

Holiday Special

Summary: Danny's California love sees his first snow. Set between Chap 1 and Chap 2.

Tags: Nothing but fluff

Words: 3k

A/N: Happy holidays! Random little prequel for the GVF Writers Christmas Event by @hearts-hunger that allowed me to indulge in fleshing out this universe a little more!

Prompt #26: First Snowfall

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“So, how was your day?”

“Goo-oo-d.”

“That’s all? Just good?”

Sam chuckled into a sip of water, replacing the crinkling plastic bottle in its cup holder as Danny shot him a scrutinizing little smile. They were illuminated only by the truck’s headlights on the trees in front of them, but Sam could read through Danny’s expression in a moment’s time. 

“Busy,” Sam answered anew, replacing the word with something more descriptive like Danny preferred to hear during their work day debriefings. “Which is good. I don’t get as bored as I do when it’s slow.”

“Are your hands feeling any better today, or no?” Danny asked, tilting his head slightly to assess the dry skin on Sam’s hands. Ever since the weather started cooling down, Sam’s dishwater-worn hands had become increasingly chapped and sore in the cool breezes that greeted him after his diner shift was up. Of course, Danny had done nothing but fuss over it since the time he’d picked Sam up after work and gone to kiss his knuckles, only to find the skin there cracked and his lips stained with blood. 

“Meh,” Sam shrugged, holding a hand out for Danny to properly look while his other hand clutched the deli counter sandwich Danny had brought him.

“Gonna have to buy you some gloves, baby love,” Danny murmured as he took Sam’s left hand with his right and soothed his thumb over the tops of his fingers. “Christ, you’re freezing!”

Sam giggled again and darted his hand out to tickle at Danny’s neck with his ice cold fingers, braying a proper laugh when Danny shrunk away with a shout and slapped at him with his free arm.

“That’s what you get for using His name in vain,” Sam teased, managing to draw one more yelp by pressing his fingers against Danny’s cheek before retreating.

“Ah, fair enough,” Danny sighed with a wide, dopey grin. “You know, I couldn’t tell you why, but your pious nature seems to keep slipping my mind as of late.”

“I also couldn’t tell you why,” Sam muttered shyly, wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously as he took a bite of his dinner. “How was your day?”

“Changing the subject, I see,” Danny joked. “My day was also good and also busy. Mostly just restocking and working the register. Nothing insane but- oh, actually, there was this old guy who came in who was a hoot.” 

“Yeah? Tell me more.”

Danny cleared his throat and readjusted in his seat to face Sam more, pulling his knee up comfortably and visibly trying to chew faster through a bite of his own sandwich with an exaggerated facial expression that made Sam burst into giggles.

He’d hate to admit it later on, but Sam was unable to follow along with Danny’s story once it started. Just how it’d been from the very first day they’d met, Sam got helplessly distracted following the movements of Danny’s mittened hands and the glimmer in his dark eyes as they punctuated his jokes. Being an Alabama native, Sam wasn’t much used to the effect that the cold can have on someone, but he was very attracted to the way it forced Danny into jewel toned sweaters and colored Danny’s cheeks and the crest of his freckled nose. With a knit hat jammed snugly over Danny’s hair, his waves sprung out cartoonishly and hid his ears that had turned pink from cold breezes and the sting of a sewing needle Sam had used to pierce Danny’s right ear on a drunken night a week prior. Even if the little silver hoop didn’t stay in forever, Sam was fond of the idea of his actions leaving a scar on Danny. If Danny came to his senses some day and left, Sam would still be with him wherever he went, and Sam smiled at the thought of leaving that lasting mark on someone who seemed to be crafted every bit in God’s image. 

“Funny, right?” 

Sam snapped back to reality and was met with Danny beaming at him, clearly at the end of whatever anecdote he’d been building over the past few minutes. His excited breath puffed out in the air in little clouds and Sam’s stomach fluttered with fond feeling. 

“It’s something that’d only happen to you,” Sam finally answered, hoping it made sense in the context of whatever Danny had said. Danny laughed and shrugged, taking a big bite of his sandwich and smiling out the windshield, staring through the thin trees like they’d ended up at the outskirts of a grand forest and not the parking lot behind their apartment building.

“I guess a lot of crazy shit happens to me, huh?” Danny affirmed. “Good crazy, though.”

“It always works out for you,” Sam added. “Going from Florida to California with no plan is pretty crazy. Scraping up enough to secure somewhere to stay and landing a job at the same time is even crazier.”

“That’s true! You know what’s the craziest thing I’ve done?”

“Hm?”

“Picking up a hitchhiker and moving in with him.”

A surprised laugh punched out of Sam and Danny mirrored it with his own delight, drinking in the victory of shaking a laugh from his still somewhat serious companion. Sam took a stray piece of lettuce and tossed it weakly at Danny, who snorted in response when it fluttered straight down onto the gearshift.

“I think that hitchhiker would also be pretty crazy for that, too,” Sam remarked, leaning slightly over the center console to bait Danny for a kiss. “Then again, you’re pretty cute, so I get why he’d get into your dinged up truck.”

Danny smirked and leaned in just enough for their noses to brush, sending both of their heart rates through the roof as Danny let the tension stretch. 

“Those dings are from when I let you drive and you know it,” Danny teased in a whisper, treating them both to the amusing memory of Sam anxiously getting behind the wheel on a dead stretch of road in Roswell and kicking up a cloud of rocks that nearly shattered a back window and sent Sam into apologetic hysterics. Sam merely hummed at Danny’s accusation, letting his lids lower coquettishly and tipping his chin up ever so slightly to invite Danny in. With Danny so close, he was breathing in the sweetness of his warmth, and Sam felt himself begin to shiver with a hunger that had nothing to do with their dinner and everything to do with the man that had brought it. 

Before Danny could make his move, he caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to greet it with a furrowed brow and a squint. Sam frowned and followed his eyeline, a prickle of panic softening as soon as it had come when he saw what had made Danny breath out a soft whistle. It was simple what he saw; the slow descent of snowflakes through the headlights as they floated against the dark silhouette of the trees like strings of pearls. But for Sam, it was enough to wring a gasp from his chest. Sam tossed his sandwich onto the dashboard and struggled with the passenger door to get out of his seat. Danny followed suit in a flash, watching Sam as his lanky form hurried around the front of the faded red truck and halted in the center of the lights, his head tilted up to the sky to observe the featherlight flakes as they ambled down to kiss his blushed skin.

“Are you a big fan of the snow?” Danny asked gently, not wanting to fully stir Sam from his wonderstruck haze. 

“I…” Sam trailed off, losing his thoughts for a moment as he noticed a dusting of snow beginning to accumulate on a low hanging branch. “I’ve never seen it in real life before.”

“Oh, wow,” Danny marveled, slowly approaching Sam and sliding a hand around his waist to settle on the thin material of Sam’s thrift store bought winter jacket. Sam spared him a brief look, widening his eyes in excitement for a beat before turning his head back to the sky.

A minute of quiet passed. Sam, struck dumb by the wintry spectacle, eyes glued to the deep heavens above. Danny, standing still so as not to disturb Sam, placing a sporadic kiss on Sam's temple when the mood moved him. Upon seeing the pale snowflakes gathering on Sam’s dark hair, Danny removed his hat and shook his hair free as he fit it over Sam’s head instead. Sam looked to him inquisitively, a stray snowflake dangling off his lashes as he blinked up at Danny with a mask of childlike joy.

“Where’d your hat go, baby?” Danny murmured, adjusting the snug brim of the beanie so it protected Sam’s forehead and tips of his ears from the chill. 

“Ran away,” Sam joked, twisting at the hip to link his arms behind Danny’s back and huddle for warmth. “You know how fast I lose stuff.”

“No hat, no gloves,” Danny chastised, shaking his head and tsking. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“I’m a Southern belle!” Sam protested, pressing his chest flush to Danny’s and giggling. “I’ve never had a white Christmas before!”

“Well, I doubt this snow is gonna stick, so I’m not sure that’s a guarantee,” Danny noted. “But anything else festive that you want…I can try and make that happen. Not that I know any more about that than you do.”

“Yeah?” Sam probed. “All the jingle bells and whistles?”

“And all the hot cocoa you can drink,” Danny promised, cupping Sam’s chilly face in his knit covered hands. “Twinkle lights, tinsel, ice skating, candy canes. If we need a Christmas tree, I’ll just chop one down for you.”

“One of these spindly trees? No, thanks.”

“No, no, I’ll hike out to the forest and find the perfect one. Just me and the truck and a big saw. I’ll be a real lumberjack.”

“Good luck getting it up four flights of stairs.”

“What, you’re not gonna help me?”

“Not if I’m going to get all covered in sap!” 

“You have to suffer for the sake of the holiday, Sammy,” Danny explained with a joking lilt to his words, squishing Sam’s cheeks in his gentle grip. “It’s all about Christmas spirit.”

“You’re the real sap,” Sam quipped, his thoughts dampened by the buzz in his head that sang out about Danny’s heavy handed romanticism. Danny laughed and pinched Sam’s cheeks one more time, puckering his lips into a ready pout.

“But before I get any of that, I’m really going to have to invest in some mistletoe,” Danny purred lovingly, nuzzling his nose against Sam’s. “So I can get my greatest holiday wish whenever I want. I can't wait until Christmas day.”

“What do you want for Christmas?” Sam asked as best he could with his mouth obscured by Danny’s hold and the smile that fought so hard to stretch that it burned his facial muscles. 

Danny answered with a kiss, pressing his chapped lips to Sam’s and pulling his frame as close into his embrace as he could. The sounds of the nearby traffic and the frigid temperature seemed to melt away as they stood in the snow, clinging to each other out of pure and patiently built affection. 

If Sam had opened his eyes he figured he would see the curved glass of a snowglobe creeping up around the corners of his vision, not unlike the big snowglobe his mother would put on the hearth on the first day of December. Sam used to stare at it while his older siblings were tasked with more important Christmas decorating tasks like stringing vintage lights with brittle bulbs or pushing needle and string through popcorn for garland. If he thought hard, he could follow the ceramic silhouette of the little house nestled in the snowglobe’s center and the memory of wanting it to be his own. That house was small, and quiet, and removed from the chaos that swept into the pastor’s house at the start of the all important Christmas season. It seemed like a place with someone inside waiting for him to come home. 

Danny pulled away, immediately busying himself with dusting snow off of Sam’s shoulders and fussing with the front of his jacket to properly zip it up, chatting all the while about getting them thicker jackets after their next paychecks. Sam admired him with a lovesick smile, heart pounding with every noted detail of Danny’s long eyelashes and the squared build of his shoulders as they filled out his sweater.

“I’m happy I could be here for your first snow,” Danny commented in a hushed tone when he was satisfied with the state of Sam’s winter bundling. 

“I’m happy you were here for a lot of my firsts,” Sam replied with the same gentle air as Danny, looking up through his lashes as he shuffled in place to stay warm.

“Me too, Sammy lamb,” Danny cooed, cradling Sam’s cheek again to kiss Sam’s forehead through the wool hat. “Come on, grab your stuff and we’ll go in and get you warm. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” Sam affirmed with a shy smile.

“We’ll put on a kettle,” Danny proposed as they went around to their doors. “What’s that tea you like? With the red box?”

“Polar Peppermint,” Sam muttered. Like all things that brought him joy, Sam was embarrassed to acknowledge it.

Danny knew what kind of tea it was, of course. He’d bought it a few times now, definitely enough times to know it by name. He just liked to pry as many words out of Sam as he could, and even though it wasn’t as needed anymore as Sam continued to open up, he didn’t really want to stop doing it. Sam knew this, and Danny didn’t care if he knew, and they both flushed with warmth as Danny put his hand on the truck door handle.

And pulled.

To no avail.

Danny arched a curious eyebrow and jiggled the door handle again, feeling a curse blossom on his tongue when he looked through the window and saw the keys still in the ignition. 

“What?” Sam queried from the other side. “You okay?”

“Uh,” Danny answered awkwardly. “Well! I may have locked the keys in the car.”

“What?” Sam blurted. He instantly pressed his face up against the glass and looked in, finding the keys glimmering from where they hung, illuminated by the headlights that were still on and now unable to be turned off. Sam felt his pulse begin to quicken, already anticipating a rage to follow this untimely conflict. The ghosts of his past were here to haunt him again, and he heard them whisper in his ear to run.

Instead, he was startled from his impending spiraling by the perplexing sound of Danny laughing.

“Ah, shit, okay,” Danny sighed, pulling out his phone and shaking his head with a grin. “What can you do, you know? I’ll call, uh, I don’t know, the fire department. Right? Yeah, they’ll know what’s up.”

Danny started tapping at his phone as Sam regarded him in slightly bug eyed shock, mapping Danny’s every calm and collected movement as Sam attempted to charter anything that would throw them off kilter. All he was met with was Danny amicably chatting with a firefighter and holding out his hand for Sam to take, leading them towards the doors to the apartment building. Danny mouthed ‘Don’t want you to freeze!’ and wiggled his eyebrows, but Sam could only watch as Danny navigated this irritating inconvenience as casually as he moved through his morning routine before work.

It hit Sam in a rush, out of nowhere, out of everywhere, that he was in love with Danny.

He felt kind of stupid as he reeled in the reality of it, fumbling for his keys to let them in as Danny started bantering good-naturedly with what sounded like half the fire department. It rendered him as speechless as the snow had and Sam hoped that his face didn’t betray the overwhelm of emotion that washed over him as they drifted down the dingy hallway towards their little apartment. Now he heard it accompanying every little thing Danny did. 

Danny tapped the toe of his boot against the welcome mat to shake off the snow.

I love you.

Danny winked at Sam as he listened patiently to someone on the other end.

I love you.

Danny waited in the entryway for Sam to walk in first, like he always did. Like a gentleman.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Sam faced their living room as he unzipped his jacket, drinking in the sight of the space that they had built together. It wasn’t much, a scavenged couch and a 2 dollar table and a TV with a crack that worked just fine despite its outward flaw. Lamps with bulbs that Danny had pilfered from work, a plant that Sam had rescued and somewhat successfully nursed to the point of flowering. Around the corner was their bedroom, which would greet him with a double bed that weathered all their long nights and a closet that blended their wardrobes together. It was simple, and it was theirs. 

“You stay put, I’m going to wait downstairs for the lock guys,” Danny called.

“ ‘kay,” Sam replied dreamily, looking over his shoulder and smiling at Danny. “You want a cup of tea too?”

“Sure,” Danny agreed. “Thank you. I promise we will be reunited with our sandwiches soon.”

Sam chuckled and Danny winked at him again, closing the door behind him. Releasing a rattling breath full of emotion, Sam turned back to their living room and watched the snow continue to drift softly down through the window. He took off Danny’s hat and kneaded it in his hands as his eyes began to sting with tears. In his head, he picked up and put down a thought he couldn’t quiet no matter how hard he tried to turn away from it.

God, help me, I love him.

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[marvelsfavoriteuncle]

🎅🏼JJ Claus, JJ Claus, Swinging Thru Midtown ~ 🎶

Summary: Basically JJ is Santa hehe answering questions from the letter he’s been sent and being a bit questionable idk haha 🤷🏻‍♀️

Honorable mentions: Tooth Fairy 🧚🏼‍♀️ (Liane), Jack Frost ☃️ (Ji-Hoon), Sandman ⏳(Ethan), Mrs. Claus 🤶🏻(Liz) and his elves

Note: With a few other names popping up 😉 here and there!!

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Santa appears in his chair and smiles. He picks up the first letter and reads.

“Oh this one is from Sid. It reads, ‘Yo Santa! Why don’t you ever come to my house? I’ve been nice all year, stupid.’…” JJ read and gave a deadpan look at the camera. “That’s why, kiddo. Every time I gave you a toy you blow it up and destroy them with such cruelty. Change your attitude, then let’s talk. And be nice to your sister, that’s all I ask. Jeez…kids these days.”

He takes his head and reads the next one, “Aw this one is from Georgia Romanoff. It reads, ‘Oh my gosh Santa hi! Can I get a toy sword for Christmas? My brother wants more books for his collection, magical fantasy books. Please! Oh! Are your elves real or fake? Ohhh! Are you friends with the tooth fairy too?’ Aw, sure kiddo I can do definitely do that. As for my Elves, they definitely real. Actually they’re basically like my spies on the inside and report back to me. And yeah, I’m friends with the other guys.”

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Tooth fairy flies around playing with the stuffed animals and squeals, “Ah! These are so adorable. I only give out money to kids, not toys. JJ can we trade?”

Ji-Hoon Frost rolls his eyes playing with a ball of snow, “That’s not how it works, Lia. You give out cash, and Jolly JJ gives out presents while working one night a year. Don’t you just work almost every week and collect memories of the children, to remind them of their childhood experiences when needed?”

“Yeah, I mean my job is special! No one can fly faster than a buzzing bee than me and do it without anyone noticing.”

“Pff, I notice…”

“Shut up! All you do is throw snowballs and whatever!”

“I bring a little fun to the children. Ever heard of a snow day?”

Liane grumbled frustrated, “See! I wanna bring fun to kids as well, I wanna gift them toys! But your idiotic logic doesn’t let me!” Without a second later, her temper flared up and she burst the stuffed animal as its face began to rise in flames. “Oops.”

JJ opened his mouth to say something but before he could say anything, Ji-Hoon winked and with a flick of his wrist froze the entire stuffed animal before it can get out of hand.

“That’s why you don’t bring toys to children.” Ji Hoon remarked smirking, “Right, JJ?”

He just nodded chuckling, “Yeah. But you’re both amazing at your roles, remember that.”

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JJ sat up in his chair remembering that time chuckling, “I love those guys. Even if my elves might get a bit intimidated by them, but it’s all good fun. Tooth has a fire but it’s amazing, because it’s means she doesn’t always stop when she’s down and keeps going. Ji is our trusted friend here, creating a chill atmosphere and keeping everyone in check at the same time.”

He picks up another letter and reads it, “Aw, it says ‘Dear Santa, my name is Astrid. I want a pet cat for Christmas and new journals, please and thank you. I am curious, do you have help with your Christmas Eve night? Like your elves?’ Aw, thank you sweetheart. I’ll see what I can do about your wish this year. As for your question, I do have some help from an old pal…”

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Santa sneaks into the house with Ethan, also known as Sandman, wanting to make sure no one was awake as he pulled out the presents from the stack. A woman with short hair, named Luna, was asleep on the couch. Ethan helped him with a soft smile excitedly as he hoped Riley, Bella and the other kids loved the toys. The living room tree was lit brightly and shiny with all the colors ornaments.

“This is gonna be amazing!” He whispered yelled grinning then his eyes widened at the dog staring at him. He gulped, “Shit..”

“Ethan what’s wrong…?” JJ started as his words faded away seeing the large dog, blinking, “…oh.”

“Uh…wh-what do we have to do.? He is very big and fluffy and uh…mad!”

“Get him to fall asleep…”

It was like the light bulb went off as he remembered his power set. He waved his fingers throwing dusty golden glowing sand at the large dogs face—well, he was more like a wolf—as he gave a loopy dreamy smile. Images of the galaxy danced above his head as he flopped onto the floor happily, asleep and snoring.

Ethan threw the throw blanket over his shoulder chuckling softly, “Aw, he’s so adorable now that he’s asleep.”

JJ pulled out a present with a name on it and looked at the wolf. He chuckled, “So that’s Rick.”

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Santa smiled fondly at the memory and sighed softly.

“Yeah, Ethan’s a kind soul and very respectful figure. I couldn’t ask for better than him and our friends.” He added generously, “He keeps the good dreams alive and the bad ones away. Tooth is lucky to have him, they make quite a pair. They both agree that the whole leaving out cookies for Santa shouldn’t be made, I need a bigger snack than just two cookies. Maybe chicken wings or something? Oh! Chips and guacamole?”

JJ then adds, “I also have my reindeer that accompanies me…”

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Santa trying to see in the clouds and realize he is moving so freaking slow.

“Rudolph! I see nothing!” He yelled out.

Rudolph, who was a bit older now, sass him, “Who care Santa? I don’t think my nose is bright enough.”

“You better hope it’s bright enough, when I call your father to whoop your behind!”

“You’re killing my vibe, man…”

“Rudolfo, shut up or I’ll throw you in the back with Cupid.”

Later on that night…🕰️

They was going well, presents were being delivered with the help from, Ethan, Sandman and Mother Time, Petra, before they headed off to the North Pole to celebrate the holiday. But they were big help!

Especially with Petra being able to stop time along the route to bigger destinations and allow them more access to get the job done—without rushing against the clock.

So that just left Santa, JJ was flying calmly, on the phone with Mrs. Claus about family dinner and who’s coming over. Then he noticed all the reindeer blabbering and hushing one another.

“I’ll have to call you back honey…” He said hang up the phone and turned to his reindeer and smiled. “Okay, what’s the chitchatting about guys?”

All the reindeer spoke under their breath and the words didn’t come out right away.

“Dasher.” He said calmly. “Care to tell me, what happened?”

Dasher huffed knowingly, at being the most loyal and honest reindeer as he said, “Rudolph is talking about you again…”

Blitzen added, “Yup sir, he’s being ridiculous and clearly hasn’t done this job long..”

JJ rolled his eyes and sometimes wished he could call one of ghosts of Christmas, Cole, to set Rudolph straight.

JJ sighed, “Buddy, what did you say?”

Rudolph grumbled, “Just that you need to be more tactful when entering people’s home.”

JJ blinked and scoffed with a deadpan expression. He has done this long enough and is pretty sure that his methods are working.

“I must be getting old and foolish with age, but Rudolph, reminds me.” JJ remarked with a hint of sass, “Do you still get bullied by the other reindeer?”

“Well, sometimes, yeah-” Rudolph replied shrugging as he flies.

“Good.”

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“Yeah, so, Rudolph is grounded for the rest of the week and won’t be flying around the base for a while…” JJ replied biting down on a cookie.

He glance down at the other laters deciding to read them later and smile softly looking around the room. He watched the folks stumble across the room and the sound of people talking in the distance.

He looks up at the camera once more.

“Allow me to let you in on a little secret folks.” JJ said chuckling, “As much as everyone thinks that I’m the top dog here at the North Pole, it’s really Mrs. Claus.”

“Yeah, sure I do the trip every year, answer the letters and get things sorted out.” He explained softly. “But in reality? Oh my goodness, she’s the real boss! She makes sure things are in order, everyone knows what their role is and so much more. And don’t mess with her. Last person to mess with Elizabeth got a candy cane, where the sun don’t shine…”

He winked at the camera.

JJ chuckled and shrugged, “Anyways, yeah. That’s all the time I have for you guys today. I’ll be reading more later on. Bye!”

With the camera shut off.

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Ahhh this was fun to make hehe tell me what you think?? 💭

We both JJ might even say how these kids nowadays only want iPad Air and no ACTUAL toys 😆 he will roll his eyes.

BTW! I HAD a whole other idea in mind for the questions and JJ responses but I didn’t know if they would be funny or nice to write 🤷🏻‍♀️ heheh

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[thesassypadawan]

Wizard *part 2* (Knight Obi-Wan x RealWorldFemReader)

Note: Read Under My Tree first to get an idea of what’s going on. 

Summary: After a very monumental Christmas with Obi-Wan, it’s time to share the good news with the other most important person in his life, Anakin. What better way to do so than making it the most special New Year Fete he has ever had. Happy New Year!

Warnings: Contains fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

Other Notes: Anakin is ten years old in this.

New Year’s Fete Week is the first five days of the year (according to the Galactic Standard Calendar) and is a five-day festival that celebrates the new year.

New Year’s Day, the first dawn of the year. A time of renewal and fresh starts. The moment when we say goodbye to the old and hello to the new…by celebrating with those we care for the most.

“There!” Obi-Wan declared, straightening the star. “How does that look, darling?”

“As pretty as a card,” you said with a warm smile, setting a tray filled with fresh baked cookies on the small table.

It had been barely over a week since Obi had popped the big question and what followed was a whirlwind of craziness. First you told your family of the joyous news, which they were absolutely elated for you both. Then there was the whole matter of sorting out certain affairs, the biggest being of how you were going to tell the other most important person in Obi-Wan’s life…Anakin.

With two hot chocolates in hand, you came to join your fiancé next to the tree. Offering him a nug, Obi accepted it gladly. “Do you really think Anakin’s going to like all of this?” He asked, wrapping an arm lazily around your waist.

“Of course,” you laughed, resting your head on his shoulder. “In fact, I know Ani will love it.”

“Speaking of the little imp,” Obi-Wan muttered, sensing a ripple in the force.

The second bedroom door slid open and out stepped a still half-asleep Anakin. “G’morning, master,” the ten-year-old yawned, completely oblivious to his surroundings.

Not wanting to spoil the surprise quite yet, Obi replied in his usual cool tone. “Good morning, young one.”

“Morning, Ani,” you chimed in the chipperly.

“G’morning, Aun…” Anakin began to mumble, when suddenly your voice registered, and he snapped fully awake. “Auntie!” He exclaimed excitedly, running over and throwing his short arms around you.

“Hey, kiddo,” you hugged him back tightly. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year,” the padawan beamed up at you. “Are you here to go to the festival with me and master?”

Obi-Wan tousled Ani’s hair. “She certainly did. She also came to help me prepare this special surprise for you.”

On cue, Obi and you stepped to the side. Revealing the tree, presents, decorations, and cookies.

Anakin’s eyes widened in wonderment as he took everything in. “Whoa, what is all of this?!”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched Ani immediately zone in on the gifts. Typical kid. “This is your first Christmas.”

“Christmas?” He asked, gently shaking a package. “What’s that?”

Grabbing a cookie for them both, Obi-Wan came to join his apprentice on the floor. “It’s a holiday your Auntie celebrates on her planet around this time of the season. She wanted to share it with you. Maybe make it a yearly tradition for the three of us. What do you think?”

Anakin took a big bite of his gingerbread wookie. “If it means I get yummy treats, presents, and spend the whole day with you guys…then I’m in!”

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After a morning filled with eating sweets, merrymaking, and unwrapping heartfelt gifts…it was time for the New Year Fete.

The two of you agreed to tell Ani your big news after the fireworks tonight. A wonderful way to end an absolutely perfect day. And, with that plan in place, your happy trio headed off to the festival.

As soon as you arrived, Anakin, of course, began begging for some kind of sugary snack.

“Haven’t you had enough already?” Obi chuckled as he (and you) were led through the bustling crowd, to the nearest confectionery stall.

“Nope, never enough!” Ani replied cheekily, before asking the elderly vendor nicely for an order of fried dough balls.

“Oh my, such a polite young man,” she kindly said, handing Anakin his container. “And handsome too with that scarf and pendant.”

A huge grin spread across his face. He had loved the scarf and river stone pendant you both made him so much, that he insisted on wearing them out today. “Thanks! They’re gifts from my mom and dad!”

Trying not to show either of your surprise, Obi-Wan quickly paid the woman and whisked you all to a more secluded area.

Exchanging glances with Obi, you sat down on the bench next to Ani. “Kiddo, why did you tell that lady we’re your parents?”

“’cause,” Anakin mumbled, popping a ball into his mouth.

“Because why?” Obi-wan asked, taking the other seat beside Ani.

Swallowing, the padawan reached for another. “Because Auntie has that ring on her finger. Which means you’re getting married, and we’ll become a family. So that will make you like my mom and dad.”

Anakin paused a moment, looking back and forth between you two. “I got that right, right? Unless you don’t want me to be your kid.”

Neither of you could believe what you just heard. Anakin had known all along, and he wanted to…

Smiling softly, you pulled him into a loving embrace. “You got it right, Ani.”

“We would be honored to have you as our kid,” Obi added, joining in on the group hug.

“Wizard,” Anakin said happily, tears of joy shining in his eyes.

[duckybarnes1917]

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 14

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

Summary: You and Bucky have finally made it to Christmas! Fluff and filthy smut lie ahead! (This chapter has been slightly edited based on that Christmas smut request I got!)

Warnings: Dom Bucky, daddy kink, breeding kink, lot's of cum (don't look at me, you guys asked for it okay!)

*Tumblr is not letting me add links to the prev or next chapters. Please see the masterlist pinned to my page for the rest of the story!*

Christmas Day

You woke up early; you had barely slept, too excited about the last-minute gift you had managed to secure for Bucky. He was dozing peacefully, and you felt only a smidge of guilt as you coaxed him awake. 

“What time is it? He grumbled, rolling onto his back and putting his arm over his eyes. 

“It’s Christmas time!” You bounced on the bed and shook his shoulder. 

“Can it be Christmas time in like—” Bucky glanced at his clock and groaned, “—two more hours?” 

“No being grumpy on Christmas, you little Grinch, come on!” 

You felt his concession as his muscles relaxed, and he allowed you to pull him up to a sitting position. 

“Merry Christmas,” he muttered as he kissed you. “Can I at least shower before we start?” 

“Your first gift is waiting for you in the bathroom.” You smiled and nodded, slyly scanning his body to check his wounds. Satisfied that he was essentially fully healed, you gave him a quick kiss before letting him up. 

“Suspicious,” Bucky hummed and got up. “I’ll be quick.” 

When you heard the shower turn on, you slipped into the bathroom. 

“Are you joining me?” Bucky peeked around the curtain. 

“No time,” you shook your head. “I’m fixing my hair so I don’t look ratchet in the pictures I know you’re going to take when you think I’m not looking.” 

“Fine,” Bucky said with a pout before disappearing behind the curtain again. 

After you were pleased with your hair, you quickly changed into the matching Christmas pajamas that you had bought for you and Bucky. They were the most obnoxious ones you could find—bright green with little Santas and elves printed all over. You sat on the bed, a giddy smile on your face, and waited for Bucky to come out of the bathroom. 

“Really don’t think this is my color, doll.” 

Bucky stepped out of the bathroom with the most adorably annoyed look on his face. You grabbed your side as you fell into a fit of laughter. 

Bucky crossed his arms in an attempt to look put off. “And now you’re laughing at me.” 

“No, no—” you tried to stop laughing, “—you look very sexy.” 

“At least we’re matching, though you don’t look nearly as ridiculous as I do.” Bucky finally smiled, and such a simple action had your heart racing, making you regret not getting in that shower. 

Bucky held out his hand, pulling you into a tight hug. “Come on, let’s go see what Santa brought you.”

Bucky hadn’t slept much either, and while he would have preferred to celebrate his first real Christmas in decades at a more decent hour, the ridiculous pajamas had instantly lifted his mood. He didn’t fully understand how ugly pajamas made him love you more, but it did. He squeezed your hand as you rounded the corner, suddenly a little nervous about the large pile of gifts that had magically appeared under the small tree. 

“Buck—what—where did these come from?” 

He felt his face go slightly pink as you gaped up at him, waiting on an answer.

After realizing how much you had done to make his Christmas special, he wanted to do the same for you. Never getting gifts from Santa just didn’t sit right with him—even during the Depression, his parents always made sure he had at least one gift to open from Santa. 

Had he gone a little overboard? Maybe, but you deserved it. 

Bucky shrugged. “Beats me. Looks like there's a note.” 

You gave him an amused smile and went to pick up the large red envelope sitting on one of the boxes. “I’m sorry I missed you all those years. Hope this makes up for it. Merry Christmas, Santa Claus.” 

Bucky wrapped his arms around you from behind, squeezing you gently. 

“Buck, I—I don’t know what to say.” 

“Don’t cry,” Bucky whispered when he felt your slight shaking. “Merry Christmas, doll.” 

You turned around in his arms and almost knocked him to the floor with the force of your kiss. Bucky stumbled backward as he caught you and let you wrap your legs and arms around him. Your salty tears ran down your cheeks and over your connected lips. Tears weren’t the reaction he had imagined last night as he piled the gifts under the tree. Your hips grinding against him definitely wasn’t what he had expected. He forced himself to pull his face away.

“You don’t even know what’s in the boxes yet,” he said breathlessly. 

“Doesn’t matter,” you murmured against his skin as you sucked marks on his neck. “Fucking love you so much. You’re perfect. So perfect.” You moved your hands from around his neck to his face and pulled his lips back to yours. 

“Okay, okay—” Bucky made himself stop kissing you and sat you down in the one chair in the living room. “I love you too, but I really want you to open your gifts.” 

You were grinning from ear to ear. “Okay, Santa—but first—” you reached for the remote and used your phone to play your Christmas playlist through the tv speakers. 

“Now everything’s perfect.” You kissed him one last time before you let him go to bring you a present to open. 

“This one is from me.” Bucky handed you the first gift. 

You rolled your eyes at his antics, but your excited smile never faltered. 

As Bucky sat on the floor next to you, you tore into the paper excitedly. You opened the box to find a very interesting purse. You tried to hide the immediate frown that started to form, but you weren't quick enough; you could see Bucky’s disappointment already. 

“It’s okay if you don’t like it—I saved the receipt.” 

You turned to him with a pitying smile. “No, Bucky—I love it. It’s very—yellow.” 

Bucky sighed and looked away, embarrassed. “I wanted to get you something unexpected, and I was clueless, and I asked Nicki to help, and she said you’d like it—” Bucky paused his rambling when you laughed loudly. “What?”

“Oh, Bucky, you poor sweet innocent man,” you squeezed his cheeks as he looked up at you, completely confused. “Nicki does not like me.” 

Bucky tilted his head as if this was news to him.

“Bucky—she is totally into you. So don’t take this personally when I tell you that she picked the most god-awful purse in the entire store on purpose.” 

“Seriously? I—I had no idea. Fuck, we can take it back.” 

You giggled and slid onto the floor to sit next to him. “No, I wanna keep it. I love it because it’s from you.” 

“Really?” Bucky smiled again and held your hand. 

“Really,” you leaned in to kiss him lightly, never stopping as you talked. “I’ll keep it forever and pass it down to our daughter; it’ll be a good story—oh shit.” You sat back as if Bucky’s lips had electrocuted you. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that. Oh my god.” Your face was burning red as you tried to get off the floor and escape your embarrassment. 

Bucky pulled you back down to him and held your face in his hands. “It’ll be a great story to tell our kids and grandkids.” 

You stared into his eyes, looking for any hint of regret, of panic, any sign that he was about to get the hell away from your crazy ass. You had barely been together a few weeks, and you were talking about kids, for crying out loud. But all you found was complete adoration and devotion—you hadn’t fucked it up like you was always afraid you would. 

“Time for you to open one of your gifts.” You kissed his cheek and went to the tree to pick up a large, heavy box. “Sit, I got it,” you huffed, dropping the package at Bucky’s feet. 

Bucky opened it curiously, smiling when he found two piles of books inside. 

“I wasn’t sure what you had caught up on already, but the guy at the hipster bookstore you like–yes, I had Yelena follow you one day–said these were the most popular books from the past few decades. I tried to get the oldest copies I could find–vintage, like you.” You smiled softly, sitting next to him as he pulled the books from the box. 

“I love it–I–you could have just asked, though,” Bucky snickered. 

“I wanted it to be a surprise! This one's my favorite,” you picked up an early edition of The Great Gatsby. 

Bucky pulled you into his lap, kissing your temple as he watched you thumb through the pages. “I’ve actually read this one. Why is it your favorite?” 

You shrugged, placing the book back with the rest. “I guess as a poor, lonely teenager, I just liked the glitz and glamor.”

Bucky nudged your chin toward him for a kiss, but you jumped up, searching for his second gift.

“Open this one next.” You placed a much smaller box in his waiting hands.

“A key? For what?” 

You nodded toward the kitchen window. Bucky gave you an exasperated look before jumping up to see what was outside. 

A sleek white motorcycle with intricate black and gold detailing was parked right in front of his building. 

“Holy shit, you–how–it’s mine?” 

You laughed at how Bucky’s head whipped back and forth between you and the window. The idea had come to you weeks ago; Bucky didn’t have a fancy superhero outfit, he couldn’t fly around like Sam, and he didn’t have fancy cars like Nat used to. You wanted him to have his own signature, and no one could miss this bike. 

“All yours, White Wolf,” you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “Do you like it?” 

“It’s fucking perfect, holy shit,” Bucky tore his eyes away from the window to stare at you in amazement. “Sam’s gonna be so jealous–I don’t care that he can fly–this is better. Can we go for a ride?” 

Your heart was whole. His complete and total happiness nearly knocked you to the floor. 

“Of course, anything you want, baby.” 

Bucky pulled your in for a kiss, but you thwarted him. “There's still gifts to open, don’t distract me.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes but followed you back to the Christmas tree. “Okay, but you’re opening one now.” 

You surveyed the pile of gifts and chose one wrapped in sparkly red paper. Bucky sat across from you on the floor as you tore it open. 

“Clothes? You are brave–or did Yelena help you pick it out?” 

Bucky shook his head with a laugh, “trust me, you don’t want her helping me in that department. And this is from Santa, remember?” 

You pulled a black, fuzzy lounge set out of the box. “You’re right; you don’t need help. This is perfect.” 

“Perfect for cuddling.” 

“One more for you,” you placed a small package in his open palm. 

“A coupon book; did you make this?” 

You nodded, curling up next to him. 

Bucky thumbed through the little book, picking a random page to read from. “One free massage–clothes optional.” Bucky smiled wryly as realization sunk in. “There are some, um, interesting things in here, doll.”

You matched his grin, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Don’t worry, Sarge,” you whispered in his ear, “I'll teach you anything you don’t know.”

“Can I kiss you now?” Bucky swallowed thickly.

“A quick one.” You smiled. 

“Everything is perfect, doll. I—it’s been so long since anyone bought me anything. I’m a bit overwhelmed at how thoughtful these gifts are.” 

“We’re just a pair of saps today, aren’t we?” You stroked his hair as you looked at each other misty-eyed. 

“That’s okay; I think we deserve it.”

“Damn right.”

Bucky felt like he might burst at the seams as he watched you open the various gifts he had gotten you from “Santa.” They were nothing big or expensive, just little things he thought you’d enjoy or that reminded him of you. Your favorite candy (sour skittles), a box of mini vodka bottles, a new case for your phone, and a small photo album, half full of pictures Bucky had taken of the two of you over the past few months. You looked at every gift like it was the most precious thing you had ever seen; you never stopped smiling. And Bucky knew his new purpose in life was to spend every moment putting that look on your face. 

You  were both sitting on the floor, surrounded by bits of wrapping paper and tissue and empty boxes. Bucky didn’t think he could smile any more than he had that morning, and there was still one package left. 

“This is another one from me. I think you’ll like it a lot better than the purse.” 

“No help from Nicki on this one?” You shook the box by your ear. 

“Nope, all me.”

Inside was a very fancy-looking knife. The handle was black and gold, the pattern the same as Bucky’s vibranium arm. The blade was shaped like a canto knife, but something was slightly off. You picked it up carefully and appraised it. 

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed out in awe. 

“It’s custom made—obviously. The blade is one of a kind. If you ever have to use it—they’ll know it was you.” 

You grinned and twirled the knife in your hand. “It’s perfect; I love it. I hope I don’t have to kill anyone with it—it’s too pretty.” 

Bucky chuckled and leaned back on his elbows to watch you play with the knife. He should have known that this was a much better gift than the stupid purse. 

“I don’t know what your plans are now–if you’re still going to be going on missions. But if you do, this way, you’ll have something to remind you of me while you’re away.” 

You put the knife away and climbed into Bucky’s lap. “That’s very sweet.” 

Bucky laid back on the scattered wrapping paper and rubbed your hips. “So, what are you going to do now?” 

You shrugged and leaned down to his lips. “I was thinking that I would fuck my boyfriend, really dirty and loud so that bitch next door knows who he belongs to—and to thank him for the best Christmas of my entire life.” 

“I meant job-wise, but that sounds pretty good.” Bucky’s eyes were already screwed shut as you attacked his neck and started taking his pajamas off. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” You tugged his earlobe with your teeth, and his whole body erupted with goosebumps. “You can have anything you want–do whatever you want.”

Bucky tried to contain his groan as you swiveled your hips over his clothed erection. Of course, he knew immediately what he wanted to ask for–he hadn’t stopped thinking about it since the last time in the hallway. 

“Bucky,” you smoothed out the worry line between his brows with a kiss. “I’m serious; whatever you want, just tell me.” 

Bucky sat up, slowly undoing the buttons of your ridiculous pajama top. “I’ll tell you, but we don't have to if you don’t want to.”

You squirmed in his lap in excitement; he grabbed your hip hard to make you stop. 

“Last time–” Bucky kissed your collar bone as he gently pushed the shirt off your shoulders. “We didn’t use a condom.” 

You opened your eyes, looked slightly surprised, and Bucky blushed as he started to panic.

“I know it was a spur of the moment thing, but–”

“Yes.”

“What?” Bucky blinked a few times, his hands frozen at your sides. 

“Yes, I want you–” you slowly rocked your hips against him. “It’s okay; I’m clean, you can’t get sick–and I’m on birth control.” 

Some worry melted from Bucky’s face, quickly replaced by pure excitement. “Fuck, are you sure?” His sentence trailed off as he watched you stand up and slowly pull your pajama shorts down. He quickly pulled his own off to catch up with your state of undress. 

You sat back down in his lap, wrapping your hand around his throbbing cock. “Please, Sarge? Wanna be your good girl.” 

“Fucking hell,” Bucky muttered to himself, head tipped back before snapping it up and giving you the cocky look the role called for. “You’re my best girl, doll.” 

You shivered as Bucky pushed you off his lap and onto your back. The crinkle of tissue paper filled the air as he maneuvered you into the position he wanted–one leg wrapped around his waist, the other around the back of his neck. 

“You gonna take it like my best girl, huh?” 

You arched your back, nodding urgently as Bucky teased the fat head of his cock across your folds. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the last time either. You both had been so rushed and frantic that neither of you fully appreciated the feeling of being so close. You hadn’t been able to fully appreciate Bucky claiming you in a way that no one else had. 

“Are you with me, doll?” Bucky brushed your hair back, waiting for you to open your eyes again. 

“Yes, please, I need it, Sarge.” 

Bucky tried to prepare himself, but that first slide into your welcoming warmth was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. How had he not noticed this last time? How were you ten times warmer, wetter–he groaned when you clenched around him–tighter without the condom? 

“Feel so good, baby girl, a fuckin’ dream,” Bucky grunted as he started to thrust as slowly as he could. 

But you gripped him tightly, moaning for him to go faster, harder, deeper. You weren't joking about letting everyone within a hundred feet know who he belonged to. He didn’t have the resolve to go slow anymore; his hips moved at a frantic pace, greedily trying to wring even more pleasure out of your pliant body. 

You whimpered each time his pelvis rubbed against your clit; he had awoken something in you–you felt out of control, feral. Your hips lifted quickly to meet every stroke he gave you. One hand clung to his shoulder while the otherr searched for purchase in the littered tissue, ribbons, and bows, desperate to ground yourself. 

“Fuck, doll, you need this cock that bad, huh?” 

You nodded, biting your lip to keep your mouth shut. You didn’t know what would come out anymore if you opened it. 

“Talk to me–tell me how bad you need it, or I’ll stop.” 

Your eyes widened, tears already pooling because stopping was absolutely not an option. Not when you were this close to an earth-shattering orgasm. 

Bucky smirked at you before delivering a short, calculated thrust that had your eyes rolling back into your head. 

“Fuck yes, right there, daddy, please, please don’t stop!” 

Bucky groaned, forcing himself to keep going even though his body wanted to freeze in shock. “What did you just say?” He huffed, tilting your chin down to look into your glassy eyes.

Your mouth moved, no sound coming out for a second before you uttered the word again. 

Daddy. 

“Christ,” Bucky muttered, his jaw visibly clenching. “What’s gotten into you?” 

You shook your head, eyes shut tight and your hand squeezing tightly around a piece of glittery pink wrapping paper. “Feels so good like this–” you lost the rest of your words as your world shattered around you, spreading glitter over Bucky’s back as you hung on for dear life. 

Bucky grit his teeth, trying his best to hold out; he was far from done enjoying this new little kink he had unlocked. But you were squeezing him so tightly, moaning his name so prettily. And then–

“Come for me, daddy, please.” 

The sweet little beg would have been enough to end him right there. But Bucky realized what this was, and his heart raced at the thought. 

“Is that what you want, baby girl?” He leaned down to your ear, pushing your thigh up to get even deeper in you. “Want me to fill up this tight little cunt?” 

The spasming of your walls around him was enough of an answer. And again, Bucky wondered how he hadn’t appreciated this the last time. The thought of coming inside you now stirred something in him, something primal; he didn’t have a choice anymore; this was what he needed. Images of you, pregnant and glowing with his child–he knew it wasn’t possible but fuck if it didn’t make him want to try. 

“Gonna put a baby in you, doll–my best girl–fuck.”

You suddenly came again with a gasp. “Bucky–do it, baby, fill me up.” 

Bucky ground his hips deeper, faster. You had never heard such filth spew from his lips as he lost himself in you. And you knew you had unleashed a monster; how could he ever go back?

“Pretty little pussy’s taking it so well–I’m so deep, baby girl, fuck–take it, fucking take it.” 

Bucky swore he saw heaven when he finally came, so deep inside you, he knew it wouldn’t leak out. Not all of it. And the thought made his cock twitch before he even had a chance to go soft. 

Your fingernails were digging into his skin, your breaths labored–he knew you were sensitive but he needed more. 

“One more baby, please?” He damn near whimpered as he pulled out nearly all the way and fucked his come back into you slowly. 

Your fingers ran through his hair and he groaned at the feeling. 

“Want all your cum daddy, please.” Your voice was breathy, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Fuck,” Bucky reached behind him and grabbed a pillow off the chair to put under your hips. 

His eyes were dark, his hands possessive, his thrusts punishing. Before he was frantic, this time, he knew exactly what he needed and exactly how to get there. 

“I’ve got so much–so much cum for you baby girl,” Bucky moaned against your throat. 

You squeezed his toned ass, pulling him closer to you. It felt as if his cock was in your throat and yet you still wanted more. 

A loud bang came through the wall followed by Nicki’s voice telling you both to shut up. You started to laugh until Bucky angled his hips to rub against your overworked clit and your laugh turned into a hysteric gasping noise that stuck in your throat as you came. 

“Good god, you’re so fucking wet,” Bucky groaned sitting up so he could watch himself fuck his cum back into you. 

His dick was so hard it hurt…prickles of pain and pleasure shot up his spine as the feeling of your wet tight walls completely overwhelmed him. He wanted to live in that exact moment for the rest of his days, but he needed to fucking come. The tightness in his balls, and your sweet voice begging him to fill you up was becoming unbearable. 

“Holy–oh christ I’m cumming–can’t stop–” Bucky’s words slurred together as he continued to fuck you as hard and sloppy as he could while his cock throbbed inside you. 

“That’s it daddy, give me every drop.” You clenched around him rhythmically, trying to milk him for all he was worth. 

Bucky’s face twisted as his dick became too sensitive. “Fuck, doll st–stop. Too much,” he groaned out. “Can’t stop cumming–it won’t stop, fuck!”  

You stopped moving, staying completely still as he pressed as deep inside you as he could, cum still shooting from his sensitive pink tip. The mere fact that he was filling you with so much cum was prolong his extended orgasm–he was never going to get over this. 

“Was that okay?” Bucky asked between breaths, still hovering over you, rocking his hips gently because he couldn’t bear to stop completely. 

“Okay? That was fucking exquisite—I’ll be ready for round two after some breakfast. Think you can wait that long?” You teased, clenching around him. 

Bucky groaned but laughed as he kissed you. “For you, I suppose.” 

“Such a gentleman.”

Bucky pulled you up, carrying you to the bathroom. “I’ll make breakfast while you get cleaned up.”

“Waffles?” 

“Anything you want.” 

“Blueberry waffles.” You grinned and kissed his cheek before he sat you down and shut the bathroom door. 

“Oh,” Bucky poked his head back into the bathroom. “And we are definitely talking about this daddy thing—don’t think you’re getting away with that.” 

Bucky swore you blushed, a rare sight, before you pushed him out of the bathroom.

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Hii im that anon who requested the diego prompt! I really didnt realise you already wrote it sorry but maybe “That is not a Christmas movie!” “Yes it is, and I can prove it.” prompt instead? Thanks for being so nice <3

A/N: No need to apologize :) Like I said, it's a great prompt, and I don't expect anyone to have already read through my entire masterlist in order to request something. I just wanted to make sure you were getting something special and unique. Word Count: 619 Rating: G - really no warnings other than some mildly implied future sexy shenanigans and one brief reference to knives. Which really, for Diego is...impressive

“See that?” Diego pointed emphatically at the paused tv screen, remote following the line of his hand like it was one of his knives poised to throw. 

“What?” You countered, barely suppressing a laugh. “The Christmas tree?”

“Yes! A Christmas tree. Prominently placed in the background to show that this movie is set at Christmas. Which only matters if it's a Christmas movie.” You could tell by the way he looked back at you, and the way he deflated when you shrugged, that he thought he had an open and shut answer to the argument that had raged between the two of you for the better part of an hour. 

“Or they set it at Christmas time to have more room for terrible one liners and weird decor-based shenanigans they think are funny. Happy Tuesday or Happy Easter asshole doesn't quite have the same ring as Merry Christmas. And strangling a guy with musical twinkle lights is…memorable.”

“So what? You just acknowledged it was set at Christmas. What else does it need to be a Christmas movie?”

“The Christmas spirit? Traditional themes of love or family or generosity? Major Christmas iconography besides a single background tree and the aforementioned lights?”

“The main character's boss could be impliedly Santa! Old man with white hair, mysterious ability to always be anywhere in the world without limit and have exactly what's needed for the situation, global surveillance network.”

“So while Five was working for the Commission, he was Santa? Your Dad is Evil Santa?”

“What?” Diego's whole face became a question mark, head cocked to one side in curious confusion. “No. Why…how would they be Santa?”

“They meet your whole checklist for implied Santa-hood. If you didn't want me to think you meant them too, you should be more specific, narrow things down more.”

Diego fell silent, obviously pouting, and waiting to find the perfect point to illustrate his claim that you were definitely watching a Christmas movie, a point you were convinced wouldn’t come. When the credits rolled and you still hadn't agreed, Diego looked crestfallen, and you felt a twinge of guilt. You turned to face him, exaggerated doe eyes wide. 

“I’m sorry baby, I know since I don’t think it’s a true Christmas movie, that ruins your plan for a festive marathon, but it’s good to have a little break, avoid getting holiday burnout. But I promise, we can get back on track and still have plenty of time to cover them all. How about Batman Returns next?”

“You've got to be kidding me.”

“What's wrong with Batman?”

“You just spent all this time arguing with me over whether this is a Christmas movie, but you think Batman Returns is one?!”

“Of course it is.”

“How?!” You weren’t sure you had ever heard Diego’s voice rise so many octaves as it did when he asked the question, and it was all you could do to fight back a laugh. 

“While we're watching, I'll prove it. And besides…” You smirked at him, stretching upward to kiss the underside of his jaw the way you knew made him shiver. “I don't really disagree. I just like how passionate you get when you're riled up. It's sexy.”

Feigning indignity, he gave you a gentle shove backwards. Letting him get the upper hand, you kept moving until were lying back on the couch, guiding him to tower over you with a hand planted on the cushion on either side of your head. 

“Oh yeah?” he asked with a smile that made you shiver, “How sexy?”

“Very.” you answered in the breaths before you curled your own hand around his neck and pulled him down into a fiery kiss, the movie marathon quickly forgotten.