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outsideratheart · 2 years ago

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Christmas Miracle (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: This technically is not part of my advent calendar series but you guys wanted angst and who am iIto say no. To the anons who sent requests for this, i hope you like it. I know it isn’t quite what one of you asked for but I did try to use both of them to build the fic.

2022 was a rollercoaster of emotions for both you and Alexia. You had immense success with Barcelona despite failing to complete the quadruple. Then Alexia had her injury the day before your first game with England. Whilst the summer was one you will remember for the rest of your life, it is one Alexia wished never happened.

Off the pitch you spent endless hours at media events and photoshoots, luckily you had each to lean on when things became too much.

It was the reason why your final appearance of the year was bearable. FC Barcelona requested that the captains of the female team attend the gala so that they can talk about how the women’s game is progressing.

By the time the event ends both of your social batteries are drained and you are ready to go home.

“Tonight has been the best so far” you lean back against the leather seat letting the coldness of the fabric calm you.

“That’s because it was our first one where the world knows we are together. We didn’t have to hide our love” Alexia rests her head on your shoulder. Her fingers interlock with yours as they lay in your lap.

There were many reasons why the night was a success but none came close the one Alexia said. The summer was a test for many reasons yet despite this your relationship with Alexia grew stronger than ever. Being in a different country when your girlfriend was going through the hardest time of her live didn’t stop you from being there for her and Alexia’s injury didn’t stop her from cheering you on from Barcelona. It was during the final when Alexia asked you if you she could tell the world about the two of you. You obviously said yes having been waiting for her to comfortable enough to do so.

“I got to dance with the most beautiful girl in the world and everyone else had to watch on in envy” you recall the moment in your head, it was one that had never happened before. The music slowed yet you and Alexia stayed on the dance floor as you swayed to the beat. The crowd around you becomes less relevant with every verse that is played.

“We certainly stole the show” Alexia says.

“What’s next? We are officially on winter break. I didn’t really get an off season due to AMOS cup, I’m ready for a holiday” you ask Alexia knowing that she has been working with your manager, who just so happened to be hers, to make sure you got at least two weeks off. No photoshoots, no interviews, no distractions in the slightest.

“I’m thinking Australia. Me, you, mum and Alba fly out on the 22nd then have an open invite for anyone to join us between Christmas and new year” Alexia used the words thinking loosely. Truth is she has been planning this for a couple of months.

“That sounds like heaven” you dip your head slightly to kiss her temple. A smile dugs at your lips when you feel her relax into your touch.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence as the radio plays a Spanish Christmas song that Alexia seems to know all the words to. You make a mental note to ask her about it later having never heard it before.

You are calm and still in that moment, holding the woman you love but then out the corner of your eye you can see a set of car lights getting closer and closer. You think it is going to stop but when it becomes clear that the driver has no plans to do so, you do what comes naturally. You protect Alexia. You quickly shift in your seat so that your back is against the door. Alexia doesn’t have a chance to question the movement as the car is hit.

The force of the impact causes the car to roll but enough times that it remains upright.

All Alexia can hear is ringing through her ears, her vision is blurred but she tries her hardest to come to her senses. She squeezes her eyes shut then focuses on her breathing. When she opens them again everything is back in focus. The sight she saw filled her with panic and struck fear within her.

“Ale” Your voice is strained and she can only guess how much pain you must be in.

“Baby, you’re ok” Alexia words are more a form of reassurance for her than you.

She is frozen. What does she do? Does she try to move you? No, in the TV shows they say never move the person as it can cause more harm. There is a deep wound on your side no doubt from the car hitting you. She reaches one arm behind your head whilst the other one applies pressures in hope of stopping the bleeding but she feels warm liquid on her hand which is near your head. When she pulls it away her hand is covered in blood.

“Can you lean forward for me?”

You eyes fail to focus as they stare into space but you do as she says. When you do Alexia can see a cut on the back of your head. This only fills her with more panic as she knows head injuries are very serious.

“Are you both ok?” The driver, who has managed to get out of the vehicle, asks the two of you.

“I am, I think. Y/N is hurt badly, she has cut to her side and a deep cut on the back of her head. It could be worse I don’t know. What do I do?” The panic grows tenfold as Alexia says your injuries out loud.

“Alexia are you hurt?” the driver asks.

This earns a scoff from the midfielder. How could he not see the shape you are in. Why would he ask about her and not you.

“She is hurt” it is all Alexia can bring herself to say.

“I know and I have already called 112. I have told them that Y/N is injured but they asked me about you”

This made more sense.

“I’m ok, I think” Alexia looks herself up and down and repeats her words.

“You have” you cough suddenly “a cut on your eyebrow”

If the situation wasn’t as serious Alexia would have laughed at your selflessness. Here you are, clearly in pain with god knows how many injuries yet you have taken the time to check her out.

She wants to make a clever remark but when she looks back you she see’s your eyes slowly closing, as if you cannot take no more. The pain rushing through your entire body is becoming too much to bare.

“No, No” Alexia begins crying as the severity and the possible outcome of this becomes real.

“Y/N, baby, mi amor, mi alma” She uses every nickname she have ever given you in hopes that one will register.

“I love you Alexia” It was said like a last affirmation of your love for her “If this is where my story ends then I want you to know I have loved every minute spent by your side and I wouldn’t change it for the world” a single tear runs down your cheek and Alexia is quick to wipe it away.

“Don’t cry for me baby. Focus on the good times we have had, they are ours and will stay with you until the end of time”

Those are your last words as your body succumbs to the pain.

The paramedics arrive not long after. As they load you into the ambulance the driver, one that the team had used and who had gotten to know you and the rest of girls well, tells Alexia that he called Jonatan and he has let the team know what happened.

The hospital waiting room is eerily quiet as multiple families wait for updates on their loved ones conditions. Alexia is sat alone in the corner, her hands stained red with your blood. The white trousers she wore are now more pink. Her mind wanders to what happened. She soon finds herself angry with you, which angers her more given the current condition you were in, you chose to put yourself in harms way to safe her. It reminds her of when you were watching some action film, the name escapes her but she remembers you saying that you would sacrifice yourself for her, you said you would take a bullet for her, she never thought for a minute that you would ever prove this to her.

She is so caught up in her own mind that she doesn’t see that she has company.

“Ale” Alba takes a seat near her sister.

The feeling of comfort that her little sister brings shocks Alexia but in that moment she has never been more grateful for her.

Words fail Alexia as every negative emotion rises to the surface. Her body racks with sobs as Alba pulls her close whilst fearing the worst.

“Is Y/N —“ Mapi cannot say the words out loud in fear of getting the answer she didn’t want to hear.

Ingrid pulls her close now knowing how her girlfriend would react if the worse were to have happened to her best friend.

“No, No. Y/N is fine. She is the strongest out of all us. Tell her Alexia” Pina all but begs.

Still, Alexia cannot bring herself to face the team. She cannot look them in eye and say that she is reason why you are in surgery, all because you made the split second decision that her life holds more value than your own.

“Alexia” Leila whispers as she crouches down in front of her friend “are you ok?”

Again Alexia didn’t expect it. Why was she getting asked about herself when you were in much worse shape. Then it hit her, the nurses must not have told them anything about your condition, they weren’t family. At least not according the the hospital.

“It was bad Leila. There was nothing I could do. One minute she was holding me then next thing we got hit by a car. She’s hurt Leila, there was so much blood. Her side and her head”

The team hang on Alexia’s every word as they get told what happened.

“She is alive, yes?” Mapi asks and for the first time since entering the hospital she has hope.

“She’s in surgery” Alexia looks up and faces her team “she was unconscious when we got here but the doctors said she had a heartbeat”

“That’s good Ale” Alba tries to reassure her sister.

“No Albs, you didn’t see her. She said goodbye, like she was already giving up”

The girls listen in shock. You had never given up on anything in your entire life, you were too stubborn to do so.

“Y/N doesn’t give up and she won’t leave, not without living her life with you. She has plans for the two of you Alexia. She has told me over and over again about how she plans on marrying you and having a family with you. How one day your children will celebrate with you both as you win games and trophies. Trust me Alexia, she has plans for the two of you and she won’t leave this earth having not done any of them” Mapi uses every ounce of positive energy she has to reassure your girlfriend knowing that you would do the same if you were in her position.

“I don’t if we will get that future maps. I know this is hard for you too, I know she is your best friend and I know that you must be just as scared as I am” Alexia stands for the first time since the team arrived. She stands so that she can embrace her in a hug.

“She’ll be ok Alexia. Our Y/N doesn’t give up without a fight. She needs us to be strong because she can’t” Mapi responds.

The team sit, pace and stand in the waiting room as the doctors work on you in the operating theatre. A hour passes before they see a man, in his late 40s, dressed in scrubs approach them.

“Are you the family of Y/N Y/L/N?” the surgeon asks and everyone nods in response.

Alexia is front and centre as she listens to him explain the surgery and what is next for you.

“I know it must be scary but the surgery went well. She had a brain bleed and some internal bleeding, both of which we were able to control rather easily but due to head trauma she is in a coma”

Upon hearing this several girls gasp in shock whilst Alexia’s face remains stoic.

“A coma?” she needs him to confirm what she heard was correct.

“A medically induced coma. Head traumas can be difficult to recover from. You don’t realise how much we use our brain because the tasks come so easily to us. Y/N needs to heal before she come back to you, ok?”

“She is going to be ok though? The crash was bad, I thought I was going to lose her”

She can tell the doctor is thinking carefully about his response. The chances of recovery were high but the truth is they won’t know how well the surgery went until you wake up.

“Your girl is a fighter Alexia”

What she does next is unexpected. She pulls the doctor into a hug, thanking him over and over again for saving you. He of course says it part of his job and that the hard part is all on you. Visitors are allowed and he explains that due to the circumstances and with it being the holidays he will allow everyone in to see you.

“You go in first Ale” Alba hesitantly pushes Alexia towards your room.

Alexia froze at the threshold almost as if she was waiting to be let in. There you laid, unconscious, helpless and unrecognisable. If you were to ask anyone who ever met you and they would say that your eyes were unforgettable yet in this moment as your eyes remain closed Alexia tries and fails to remember what they looked like. The tube that was helping you breath causes a level of panic and fear inside Alexia that she never thought possible.

When she plucks up the courage to enter the room she doesn’t go straight to you. Instead she chooses to stand at the foot of your bed, her mind running a hundred miles an hour as flashbacks flood her mind.

She has seen the movies so she knows that she should talk to you and that could help but in there moment she is speechless.

Then she sees your personal belongings on the table beside you. In the clear bag was your jewellery. Some was what you wore for the gala but what she wanted the most was your everyday Jewellery. Your necklace and the ring you always wore on your middle finger. Every since you met you had these items having been given them when your grandmother passed away.

She proceeds to place the necklace around her neck and places your ring on her finger. The small sentiment brings her peace having it feel like part of you is with her.

“Mi alma” she takes a seat beside you bringing your cold hand to her mouth as she places several kisses on the back of it.

”You talked about our story ending but it is only just beginning. I have so much planned for us, you have to wake up that I can show you” Alexia wipes her nose “Please Y/N”

You don’t answer her, how could you.

Alexia is alone with for you almost half an hour. Alba knocks gently on the door as not to scare her sister.

“They can come in” Alexia says like she knows what her sister is about to ask.

With that rest of the Barcelona girls enter your hotel room. Some go straight to your unconscious form, others watch from afar.

It’s when Alexia sees Mapi frozen in the door way, much like she was, does she move from your side.

“She saved my life Maria” Alexia confesses almost like it was a crime.

“I know” the defender nonchalantly replies.

“How?”

“It something she would do. She loves you and I could tell my the way you were acting that there was something more to it than just a car accident”

“I’m so mad at her. Is that wrong?” Alexia knows that she shouldn’t be mad that you saved her live but the cost of that it sit well with her. Should the worse happen, how could she live with herself.

“Oh I’m mad at her too Ale. When she wakes up she will have us both to deal with” Mapi tries to lighten the mood knowing that the alternative wasn’t an option. She had to remain optimistic and plan for the future. A future in which you wake up.

Hours pass, the moon takes place of the sun in the sky and the team get told that visiting hours are over. Unfortunately these rules applied to Alexia regardless of how hard she argues.

“Ale” Alba grabs her sister’s shoulder “you’ll go home, get showered and get some sleep then we will come first thing in the morning”

“I can’t go home. I can’t go back to our home without her” the vulnerability of Alexia’s current state is not something Alba is used to.

“Then we will go to mama’s and the three of us will come here together tomorrow”

And that is what happens day in and day out. The Putellas women visit in the Morning, the doctor allows Alexia to stay throughout the day and then the team visits in the afternoon.

4 days after the accident, the doctors are happy with your progress so they take the breathing tubes out. The hope that was slowly leaving Alexia get reinstilled.

Everyday Alexia talks to you. She tell you stories about what has been happening in the world. She shares her favourites moments that the two of you have shared over the years. Mapi brings in her iPad and talks you through the tattoo designs she has come up with, even stating which ones you should get.

When Christmas Eve comes the energy amongst the team is down. So when Jana and Bruna suggest decorating your room for when you wake up everyone agrees it’s a good idea.

Alexia allows it but doesn’t join in. Every year the two of you decorate your house and doing it without you feels wrong.

“Mija, why aren’t you helping?” Eli asks as she sees her daughter sitting outside your room instead of with you.

“I can’t do it anymore” she runs her fingers through her hair in frustration “I have tried to be positive but what if she never wakes up or worse what is she—“

“Ale you can’t think like that. Y/N is strong. From what you and the doctor have told me her injuries are bad which is why it is taking so long for her to heal”

“I really love her and I don’t think I can do this without her” Alexia collapses in her mum’s arms as once again her emotions overwhelm her.

“I know you do and I know she loves you. Your story isn’t over, this is just a story you will tell your children” Eli says.

“I will not tell my children how their mother almost died protecting me” Alexia is quick to respond.

She hopes to never talk about this every again. Once you wake up this can be put in the past.

“I spoke to the doctors. They said I can stay here tonight with it being Christmas Day tomorrow. Will you and Alba come visit us?” Alexia asks her mum.

“Of course. Who needs Australia when we can come to the best hospital in Barcelona?“

Her mothers joke causes Alexia to laugh maybe more so than necessary. She couldn’t believe how much had changed in just under ten days. You are suppose to be in Australia right now and instead you are fighting for your life.

When the next morning arrives Alexia feels hopeful for the first time since the crash. It wasn’t just ‘you will be ok’ hope, it’s something different, something more powerful.

“Merry Christmas Y/N” Alexia kisses your temple.

“I don’t know what you have got me this year or if you even had the chance to get anything but I want you to know that the only thing I want is for you to wake up. These past ten days have been the worst in my life”.

She wipes her tears for the umpteenth time.

“I need to see your beautiful eyes, hear your infectious laugh, I need you Y/N”

Alexia goes to her bag to get your present. The small black velvet box which she had bought almost a year prior is held firmly in her hands.

“I had plans Y/N” Alexia opens the box to reveal the silver band with a small diamond in the centre.

“Alba helped me pick it out so I know you’ll like it. She misses you by the way, mum too and Nala, Ay Dios Mío she has no idea what is going on”

“I love you with all my heart and I planned to go into 2023 with you as my fiancée” Alexia pulls the ring out of the box as she plays with the diamond.

She then places it on your ring finger, breathing a sigh of relief when it fits perfectly.

“You suppose to ask me first” your voice is hoarse.

You slowly open your eyes, squinting slightly due to the brightness of the lights. It takes a few seconds to realise where you are and how you got there but then you remember.

“The crash. Alexia, are you ok?” You reach for her face.

“I’m ok, thanks to you. You saved me Y/N”

You see Alexia start to get emotional. A sight that doesn’t get easier no matter how many times you see it.

“Come here mi amor” you use all of your strength to move yourself across the bed so she can fit.

Alexia wants to argue. She wants to tell you to be careful but she is craving your touch. So she buries herself into your side.

“Careful. That hurts” you tell her and her hand reaches to where the wound on your side is.

“There was so much blood. I thought I was going to lose you” Alexia has told many people this but it is much harder saying it to you.

“Hey. We don’t have to talk about it. Let’s talk about this” you hold your hand up for the two of you to look at.

The ring was beautiful.

“I bought it last year when we were in Dubai. I was waiting for the right time to ask you”

“And you thought that now, in a hospital, was the right time” you tease her.

“I never actually asked you” Alexia rises to the teasing.

You raise your eyebrow in response. A smirk pulls at your lips as you wait.

“I love you Y/N. I had so much I wanted to say but I don’t want to waste anymore time. If I have learnt anything in the last few days it’s like life is short and I don’t want to spent another day without you as my fiancée. Y/N Y/L/N will you marry me?”

“I will” it was the easiest answer you have ever given.

When Alexia shifts her weight you know what is coming. The kiss is likr something you have never experience before. The passion in it makes you emotional and when you feel Alexia’s tears on your cheek you know she must be feeling the same thing.

“I wished for a miracle and here you are” Alexia pulls away. She lets you hugs her, hold her in your arms whilst reassuring her than you are ok.

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leasstories · 11 months ago

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Lea’s advent calendar day 10 – First Christmas as a Family

@writerthreads writing prompt for Christmas (2022), prompt 3:

[first Christmas as a family]

Dad!Eddie x Mom!reader

No trigger warning.

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December 24th, 1989

Eddie and you have been dating since 1985, Eddie’s second senior year and your junior year. You and Eddie have lived the perfect idyll for 4 years now. At first, when you went to California for your studies, Eddie didn’t follow you as he was offered a job at Hawkins’ garage, and he knew that with his resume and past he would never get a job in California. But after 6 months of only seeing you once a month, Eddie couldn’t handle missing you anymore. Yes, you used to call for hours every single day, yes you sent letters to each other. And of course, you came back to Hawkins one weekend a month only to see Eddie, but the distance was too much, and Eddie left everything to join you. When he arrived, you moved out from your dorm and the two of you started renting a one-bedroom apartment.

During your third year of studies, in February 1989, you found out that you were pregnant. Right after you found out, Eddie proposed and promised to never be like his old man. He promised to always be by your side and in your child’s life. Two month before your baby’s birth, Eddie and you rented a two bedroom apartment to have more space as well as a room dedicated to your baby. You gave birth to a beautiful daughter you named Lizzie, after Eddie’s late mom. Your girl was born on November 15th, 1989, and so this will be her first Christmas. She already has her father’s eyes and your “cute” little nose as Eddie likes to call it. Lizzie is definitely a Daddy’s girl.

For your first Christmas as a family, you wanted everything to be perfect, and even if she’s only a month old, you didn’t want to your daughter to be affected by your financial struggles. Eddie currently works at the auto shop in the corner of your street, but as you’re still studying you have no income. Nonetheless, you wanted to split the Christmas bill in two, no matter how much Eddie insisted that he could cover most of it. So, you used all of your spare money to decorate the house and buy your daughter and your fiancé the best gifts ever. You want everything to be perfect for your little bean as you like to call your daughter.

You’re currently cooking Christmas Eve’s dinner while Eddie went to the airport to pick up Wayne.

While the turkey is in the oven, you’re making the cranberry sauce. You’re usually not much of a cook, but as Eddie is even worse than you, you both decided that you would be the one giving it a try, and it didn’t turn out so bad, so far. Once the cranberry sauce was made you started cooking some mashed potatoes and the green beans.

Eddie and Wayne arrived just as the turkey was finished cooking. You put it all on the kitchen counter, pick up your daughter in her crib and go into the hallways to great Wayne.

Eddie comes in first, followed by his uncle. It is the first time ever that “Grandpa Wayne” will meet Lizzie, Eddie already sent pictures and a VHS with videos of her, but Wayne never met her in real life.

“Hi Wayne!” You say while cradling your daughter.

“Wanna hold her Grandpa?” Eddie says with a smile, after kissing his daughter’s forehead. You can see that Wayne has teary eyes when he nods. You delicately hand her to her Grandpa, and Wayne really gently take her into his arms, he starts rocking back and forth all the while examining her small face and features, he smiles at her while addressing to Eddie.

“She looks like you when you were a baby. Has her mom’s nose though” Wayne says fondly.

You all head to the living room, the three of you sit around the table and Eddie is the one holding your daughter while you go to the kitchen to bring the starters. You put the smoked salmon toast on the table and all start to eat. Wayne tells you a lot of anecdotes about Eddie when he was a baby. Eddie gives you Lizzie to hold while he brings the turkey, mashed potatoes, and green beans on the table. You all eat in a cozy atmosphere. Eddie and you share small anecdotes that happened during the pregnancy and Lizzie’s first month. You’re really embarrassed when Eddie tells Wayne how you thought you had peed yourself when your water broke. Thank god Wayne answered. “Son, how do you want her to know what it is when she’s never experienced it?”. Eddie did shut up after that. When Lizzie starts getting a bit fussy, you excuse yourself and go to your bedroom to breastfeed her.

Meanwhile, Eddie excuses himself, take the gifts from your bedroom and put them under the tree.

When he comes back Wayne pats Eddie’s back. “’m proud of you son. You’ve got a lovely fiancé and the cutest daughter on earth. Just don’t mess it all up.” Wayne is stern at the end. Deep down, he knows Eddie isn’t like his old man, but he does feel the need to remind Eddie that he is lucky to have this family.

“I won’t Wayne, I swear on my life. I love them, so much.” Eddie answers. “Can I ask you a question though?”

“Go ahead son.” Wayne answers.

“How did you find out how to raise me?” Eddie asks.

“Son, you and yn are gonna make mistakes, for sure. What’s Important is how hard we try. I probably wasn’t the perfect paternal figure, but I tried my best and look at you now. ‘m really proud of you Eds.” Wayne tells him.

When you come back, Lizzie nuzzled up against you, Eddie says.

“Okay! Presents time!”. He takes the biggest gift and hand it to you. This is from me to our daughter. Eddie tells you.

“Eds… we said we’d share the cost for all of her gifts…” you protest.

“Baby, I really wanted this for her, and it’s a bit for you as well.” Eddie answers.

You give him your daughter and open the gift to see a beautiful baby swing chair.

“Eddie… This is too much...” you say, eyes wet with tears.

“The best one for my amazing daughter.” Eddie says, putting her in the baby swing chair.

Eddie and you give Wayne his gift, a new denim jacket and Wayne gifted the two of you concert tickets to go see Dio in San Jose in October 1990.

You both look at Wayne, shocked by the gift. “This is too much…” you say.

“What about Lizzie?” Eddie says, teary eyed by the thoughtful gift.

“I’ll babysit her, if you’re okay with that.”

You both hug Wayne before exchanging your gifts. Eddie gifted you a new record player and you gifted him new guitar picks as well as a new amp. Eddie gasps.

“Baby… this is too much…” He says, voice choked up with emotion.

“It is what you deserve.” You tell him. He kisses you.

Wayne also gifted a Teddy bear to little Lizzie.

You spend the rest of the night unwrapping the other gifts you bought for your daughter, eating Christmas cookies, and talking amongst yourselves.

This was your first Christmas as a family, and it was the best one you’d ever had.

A/N: I’m so sorry, this was supposed to be a drabble and I got CARRIED ON. So yeah guess those of you who like longer works were happy today!

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the-travelling-witch · 2 years ago

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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Day 5: Winter Walk ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

“Xiao, look!” you gasped, excitedly holding out your hand to capture the first falling snowflakes.

Xiao and you had been strolling around Guili Plains, enjoying the stillness and peace of the crisp winter air, far from the prying eyes of others. The two of you were either engaging in idle chatter or walking in comfortable silence as you admired the changing of the seasons.

When you looked over at Xiao, beaming as the crystals settled on your glove, you found his amber eyes were already fixed on you. There was a soft smile playing around his lips as he studied your expression, committing all of it to memory as if he hadn’t done so thousands of times.

With a position and duty as his, it was easy to lose sight of life’s small joys, the little things that made life worth living. But as you invited him into your life, he suddenly found himself confronted with a huge number of them, almost overwhelmingly so. It took the adeptus quite some time to shift his perception of the world but as he did, Xiao finally understood why his former friends longed for this mundane existence.

“It’s snowing,” he said, mentally kicking himself for not coming up with something more profound to remark. The sound of your genuine laugh he had grown so fond of, remedied his anguish as soon as it had befallen him.

“Look at this one.” Holding out your hand to him, he carefully held it between his and examined the snowflake on your index finger. Once more, he was struck with the realisation that he had never even bothered to look at the sparkling snow up close, taking in the tiny structures making it up. “They say that no two snowflakes are ever completely the same. It’s really cool when you think about it. I can’t wait ‘til more of them fall, it bet Liyue will look super pretty.”

“It will,” Xiao reassured you before stepping closer, softly wrapping your scarf tighter around you. “Do you want to head back to Wangshu Inn? We’ve been out here for a while and I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“It’s just a bit of snow, I’ll be fine.” As you gazed into striking gold, your gloved fingers wrapped around his wrists and guided his palms to cup your cheeks. “Besides, I want to watch more of the snowfall.”

“Hmm, you could see a lot farther from the top of the Inn though,” Xiao reasoned, “and we can come back tomorrow when more of it has fallen.”

“You’ve got a point. Alright, let’s call it a day.”

Leaning in, Xiao pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin just a little longer than usually. In the silent winter landscape, no other sound besides your breathing could be heard, a moment as delicate as a frozen bubble on water and you never wanted it to end.

“I love you, (y/n).” Before he could stop himself, the words had escaped him without any sense of where he was going with them or where the urgent need to confess them came.

But you, beautiful you, only graced him with a knowing smile, quietly repeating them back to him, as if you were sharing a secret meant for only the two of you. Xiao still didn’t understand how you did it, how you reawakened the long forgotten side of him that looked upon the world with curiosity and wonder.

And maybe, he didn’t have to understand. Maybe, he could just indulge and open himself up to that feeling; to you.

“(Y/n),” Xiao called, intertwining his hands with yours as you hummed, “can you explain more of those mortal traditions to me?”

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#⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ holly’s 2022 advent calendar ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆#holly's potions #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fluff #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao fluff #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios

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miss-madness67 · 11 months ago

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Advent Calendar 2022: Day 16

A story of 25 christmases with the love of your life, Dean Winchester.

Day 15

You linger anxiously, staring at the test in front of you. Dean, your best friend, your husband, is waiting with you for the results to appear. You were aware that this was a probable outcome of your current marital status, yet no amount of expecting it prepared you for the mountain of feelings coursing through you. Do you want this? Yes. Are you scared out of your mind? Absolutely. Your mind is working full speed, trying to grasp possibilities at the same time that you deal with your emotions. And if Dean’s face is any indication, he’s not doing much better.

“Whatever the result is, we are in this together.” The love in his eyes says it all. “We’re married now you're my family… You've always been. And you know I do everything for my family.”

The gentle spoken words make your heart beat faster. “I'm with you forever.” You're not usually a sappy romantic, but this occasion calls for it.

Minutes tickle by as you wait for the pregnancy test to reveal. In the background, you can hear the party happening outside. This is probably not a very good moment to discover if you're pregnant, but you really couldn't wait any longer. You've been suspecting your condition for weeks now, and it has been eating you up. You just told Dean about your hunch, and you decided the best course of action was not to wait. Maybe you should’ve done it before, but you weren’t ready then to face the truth. You are now.

The timer you set rings, and you approach the test carefully, as if it's going to bite you. Obviously, it doesn't, but now you know the answer to the question that has been running in your head for a while now.

“What is it?” Dean asks, and you detect eagerness in his tone. When you raise the test to show it to him, and beautiful smile blossoms in his face.

Day 17

Tags: @sweetwerewolfqueen @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @perpetualabsurdity @deanswaywardgirl @seppys-return-to-madness @desimarie12 @hobby27 @mrspeacem1nusone @fluff-lover @melannie77

#fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spn #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #spn fanfic #spn x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x y/n #christmas fanfiction #christmas #advent calendar #spn advent calendar #supernatural christmas #dean #pregnancy

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putonmyfavoriteshow · 1 year ago

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putonmyfavoriteshow's master fic writing post on-going ~ Violetta the heart of pretending (future franletta/leonetta reverse fake-dating au dramedy; my passion project) Soy Luna ...and they were roommates (post show jazmilia/delfma; self-indulgent rom-com chaos for side-characters who deserved more) BIA the celestial goat & her cosmic fish (platonic-for-now chiarleste's great astrology debate; a dynamic exploration between my favorite kind of bickering sidekicks) finished multi-chaps ~ Violetta a perfectly perfect gift (luty ft. franletta - my first official dcla multi-chap!) luty month (daily prompts from @iristhedeadflower) franletta month (daily prompts from @weirdthoughtsandideas) finished one-shots/two-shots ~ Violetta no boys, no problems (right?) (franletta s2 alternate ending to italy arc) an unexpected evening (jadangie fix-it fic - dcla gift exchange 2022 + bonus dcla pride month chap) midnights (a ludmila pov luty fic + bonus luty month chap) playing murder (and all that jazz) (violetta gang halloween fic - canon pairings) go figure (a naty pov luty fic) the mistletoe experiment (a natila story based on a dcla advent calendar prompt from @countessofravenclaw) welcome to new york (christmas version) (violetta gang xmas fic - canon pairings) it is what it is (luty - angsty ficlet) the deadfast club (violetta gang horror two-shot - luty focus ft leonetta/camcesca)

Soy Luna elevator goes up, elevator come down (simbar s3 missing scene - tumblr soy luna fic week 2021) unlock my heart (when lutteo got locked in the dressing room, except it's jazmilia aka the best non-canon ship ever made by a random wheel) there's a great big beautiful tomorrow (lutteo/gastina tomorrowland adventure - dcla gift exchange 2023) BIA losin' sleep (thiana s2 missing scene inspired by @assim-eu-sou) dream date (romantic chiarleste debut to ao3) non dcla ~ my sorta friend's sister's funeral (victorious - jori - angst/fluff one-shot) even crows have wings (six of crows - kanej - sl/roller skating au one-shot) page 55 (the villains of valley view - hartmy - missing scene drabble) if we were a horror movie (the villains of valley view - hartmy - hartmy watch jennifer's body)

other fan content: my tumblr edits tag my tumblr gifs tag

#my masterlist #my masterpost #my fanfics #pinned post #dcla #this is crazy to see how much i've written in just this past year #a little emo about it 🥺#thanks for all the inspiration and support friends 🥰#violetta #soy luna #disney bia

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theartofdreaming1 · 2 years ago

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Advent Calendar Drawing 2022, Day 20

Some mythical Katniss, inspired by the beautiful “Starry Night” dress by Frieda Lepold, which gave me heavy “The Silver Eyed Archer” vibes (a great fic by the lovely @rosegardeninwinter, btw)

#thg fanart #thg #katniss everdeen #fairies #mythical #advent calendar drawing 2022 #advent calendar 2022: day 20 #my sketches and drawings

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rosemaryhelenxo · 2 months ago

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ironstrangle · 2 years ago

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Clintasha Advent Day #1 - Too Cold

Hi everyone. I can’t commit to much longer fics, but I thought I’d try to post some drabbles / short pieces for the Clintasha Advent Calendar 2022 @clintasha-week. I may put them together if they turn out well, because they’re loosely tied to a story.

“It’s cold.”

Clint’s whining was honestly a little cute, but Natasha would never say so. It was even cuter that his hearing aids were out, and he was sort of yelling the words, his volume control off.

“It’s snowing,” she said, mouthing the words with more emphasis than normal, adding the ASL for snow with what she knew was a smart-ass smirk. He rolled his eyes at her, so it got the point across. “That tends to be a little cold.”

Clint’s whine turned into a grumble.

“Why didn’t we go somewhere warmer for the winter?” he muttered, looking down. She took that opportunity to press their bodies a little closer, tucking herself into his side. Clint was wearing a thick coat and had no room to complain, not really, and it felt wonderful to press herself to his side, comfortable in the physical affection it had taken years to develop. “I hate this so much.”

“Because you wanted to keep an eye on Kate and Yelena, same as me. Plus, there’s something beautiful about a New York winter, don’t you think?”

Clint hadn’t been looking at her, so he had no clue what she said. That was just well enough though, because he put an arm around her and she just melted into it. They hadn’t had peace in so long, and she was going to enjoy her retirement with her whole heart.

“Come on whiny,” she said nudging him in the side to get his attention. Why he went out in a snowstorm without his hearing aids she had no clue, but it was a very Clint choice. She tugged him by the arm back to the hotel. They were spending the holidays spying on her sister and Clint’s brand new protege, but that didn’t mean they weren’t going to have a luxurious holiday. “I’ll get you warmer.”

#clintasha advent 2022 #clintashaadvent2022 #clintasha-week #clintasha #yelenakate #bishova

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A Convenient Arrangement- Part 14

Universe: Canonverse Arranged Marriage AU Rating: M (Here’s where it gets a little spicy folks!) Length: 3254 Words A/N: This is Day 3 of the 2022 Kristanna Advent Calendar! Beware the change in rating. 13 Chapters until adult content has to be a new record for me I think.

Anna was close, so close he could practically feel her heartbeat.

It was dark now, and he wasn’t sure if it was the wine, the dancing, or her proximity that had him feeling so utterly intoxicated.

It had been a fun evening, and despite his protests, he’d allowed himself to be pulled from Anna’s side a few times throughout the revel that was still, despite their sneaking off, very much in swing despite the hour. He knew that the people of Arendelle, their people, had needed a celebration, a real public celebration, to feel content in the new Queen’s rule and in the marriage of their Princess, so he understood fully why it was continuing without them.

Now though, he couldn’t think about the reception line, or the dances he’d watched Anna enjoy without him, he could only think about the fact that she was pulling him towards her bed with her hair askew, her body against his as she kissed him and backed up toward the furniture in the semi-dark of her bedroom.

The stars and moon outside the large windows on the opposite wall were providing them with a soft and entirely too sultry light.

This wasn’t how he’d thought the night would be ending. Of course, he’d thought of nights ending in this way since the first night they’d been together. As soon as he’d seen her for the first time, up close and personal at their wedding, he’d already been attracted to her despite their situation. That first night on her bed he’d promised her that they never needed to be intimate, the whole time pleading with his lower half to behave because she’d been so scared of him and he’d been imagining a day where she, beautiful and feisty woman that she was, would want him.

And now she does.

“Anna,” he said, pulling half heartedly away from her kisses, “Anna, we can’t, you’ve been drinking…”

She shook her head and ducked down for another kiss, her mouth hungry on his.

My feisty princess.

“No, I’m not. I haven’t had a drink in hours, and neither have you, I made sure.”

Gods. He thought as she pressed herself somehow even closer to him, her hips somehow grinding into his despite her very full skirts. She’d been planning this.

When he thought about it, he knew that she was right. They’d been dancing and drinking all afternoon, but for the last few hours they’d been tiring and spending an increasing amount of time people watching and pulling away from the party.

“This is me saying yes,” she said with urgency, continuing to pull him towards her bed, “If you aren’t then we can just sleep, but Kristoff this is a yes, this is a thousand yesses.”

Just like that he was fully back to the night they met, when he’d told her that “just because you don’t say no, doesn’t mean you’re saying yes” and that when she said yes, he’d have to say yes too. God, despite how desperately he’d wanted her, he’d told her that it would take some time for him to be ready to say yes as well.

Has enough time passed? Is she really ready? Am I?

All signs pointed toward yes and he honestly could not imagine living another day without having her, fully and completely, unless her yes turned into a no. He remembered how thin and small and fragile she’d been on their wedding night, and now she was a wildfire, threatening to consume him if he let her.

I’d love nothing more.

He pressed on then, toward her bed, kissing her back and loving the way that her moan came unrestrained in a way that it hadn’t been able to in the hallway in the morning.

“Yes,” he said between hungry kisses, their want seemingly well matched, “I want this with you Anna. I’ve never… but yes, with you, yes.”

***

He all but tossed her back onto the bed as he pressed on with her, and God she loved it.

“We’re going to do this right,” he said quickly and Anna was certain that his cheeks were just as flushed as hers were when his fingers went to the laces of her gown.

She wasn’t sure what doing this “right” was, and she thought that while he likely had some more experience or at least knowledge in… these matters… than she did, she also was very certain that it was not much more. She also knew that she trusted him with all her being. He wouldn’t hurt her, he wouldn’t scare her, and even with the urgency of their current predicament, she could see the gentleness he brought to her undressing.

The bodice of her gown went first, then her overskirt, and the underskirts and petticoats and everything that made the shape of the dress and the shape of her body match. As he set everything aside, she worked at his buttons as best as she could manage from her position below him.

He was much less gentle with his own clothes, all but tearing them off as soon as her attention was focused on removing them. She was grateful to see no buttons or ties flying off them when they were both pared down to underthings. She liked him in those clothes. That she liked him even better out of them didn’t mean she wanted to see them damaged.

She’d seen him shirtless before, but there was something about it now, in this dim light knowing the purpose of their bareness made it feel new. He was muscled and yet soft, something she’d appreciated each night they’d spent together once she’d been brave enough to pillow her head on his chest. She took note now of the smattering of light hair running down his stomach from his navel to the place where his flesh became obscured by the waistband of his undergarment. The fabric was tented, and while she was far from an expert in sex, she knew that it was for her, because of her.

The air was just cool enough in her dark room to have her nipples hardening under the thin material of her chemise. She thought that she should probably care about how sweaty she had been from dancing. She thought that she should probably tell him that she needed a bath before they could reconvene, but as her eyes drifted back up his body from where they had been fixed, she couldn’t find it in her to care about anything other than the way his eyes were on hers and the sensation of her body reacting to the cool air and his warm hand on her hip.

“You can change your mind at any time,” he said, taking advantage of the pause between them, the air thick with possibility and the inevitability of what they were about to do despite his kind reminder.

“So if I do anything you don’t like,” he continued, “Or if you start to feel scared or uncomfortable or anything… Anna…”

She shushed him gently, not quite telling him to be quiet, but trying to relay that he wasn’t saying anything that she didn’t already understand.

“I trust you Kristoff, trust me to know what’s right for me,” she added, as she thought of it, “And you have to tell me what’s right for you too… I want this to be good for you… I want you to feel good.”

Her face felt like it was on fire, but her flush was more from anticipation than it was from anything like embarrassment. As best as she could tell in the dim light, he may be blushing as well, but she knew that neither of them were going to judge the other for any of the feelings they were having in the moment.

How good it feels just to feel without fear, to not have to censor myself.

He seemed to understand, taking her hand and guiding it between them as he leaned onto the mattress and held himself above her.

“You can touch me if you want…” he started, slowly moving her hand with his toward the fabric covered bulge she’d observed just moments before, moving so slowly as if he expected her to pull away at any moment.

She wouldn’t pull away. She wanted this, she wanted him too badly to even think about it.

“You have to tell me if I’m doing it right, I’ve never…”

“I know,” he said, “but God… Anna!”

She barely touched him, her fingers ghosting over his length, but the way he immediately reacted to her touch let her know that he, like her, wasn’t overly concerned with skillfulness tonight. He wanted her, she wanted him, and tonight they would just do their best to make the other feel good. They had many years ahead of them to worry about technique.

In response to her touch, he ducked his head down to her mouth and began pressing the most hot, longing kisses she’d ever experienced against her open mouth.

Not to be outdone, she stroked her fingers across his length again, this time wrapping her fingers around him experimentally and finding his groans of pleasure to be a great indicator of her success.

The hand that was not working at holding him above her, the one that had been guiding her, was evidently deciding that it would not be outdone. As he kissed her deeper, he worked at pushing up the hem of her chemise, and when his fingers brushed against the skin of her inner thigh she shivered.

He didn’t stop though, he just kissed her harder and she in kind returned his every advance. She kissed and stroked and as he did the same she parted her thighs for him until he brushed his fingers against her.

And she knew in that moment that even if this was the first night they spent together in this way, it would outweigh every single night where she’d brought herself to her own end.

***

He was grateful for the depth of their kiss, because the things his mouth would say if unoccupied were filthy and unfit for the ears of a princess. Perhaps though, his wife would enjoy hearing them, his feisty, beautiful wife who was rolling her hips into his hand as he touched her tentatively. He was absolutely on track to be undone by her before they even got close to the sex proper between the beautifully hungry way she was responding to him and the way she was growing ever more confident to stroking him through the fabric that separated them.

“Off,” she managed between their kisses.

He was amazed she had time to speak when he barely felt like he had time to breathe.

She was tugging on his underthings, but he decided first to pull away, for just a moment to remove her chemise.

She put up no resistance, and in fact leaned up for him to make removing the garment simpler.

She was breathtaking, always, but now entirely bare he wished that he had the lanterns lit so he could take in every detail of her in living color. In the dimness of the room, he could see the faintest trace of the freckles on her arms and shoulders and the soft tuft of curls that adorned the apex of her thighs, where he had just been and very much wanted to return touching her. He would commit her nakedness to his memory, and he knew that while he hadn’t for months, he would never again think of a faceless woman when he touched himself. From this moment forward his every fantasy would be Anna, his Anna, naked and wanting and tugging on the fabric of his waistband demanding his nakedness in return.

He gave her what she wanted. He’d always give her anything she asked.

***

They’d both already been too close to bother with much more foreplay than the light touching and stripping they’d engaged in, and yet the actual sex was turning out to be achingly slow.

She’d thought that she’d be afraid. She had been on their wedding night, but now she just wanted him, trusted him, knowing that even if there was pain, he’d make up for it in giving her pleasure.

Of course, he had no such intention when it came to her discomfort, and as such she was pressed to the mattress, his hand on her hip keeping her from moving as he slicked himself with the wetness she could not manage to feel embarrassed about. Each pass of his cock against her entrance had her hips bucking, forcing him to press her down with firm pressure, which she had to admit had her feeling even more needy.

The things he was doing to her with just his mussed hair and dark eyes should be illegal for how intoxicated she was feeling, but she would be damned if she were to ever write up that law. In fact, the concept of doing anything with her mind ever again was nearly obliterated from her consciousness when he finally asked her, his voice deep and low, if he could press inside her.

“May I?”

“Oh God, yes! You may!”

He had the audacity to chuckle at her enthusiasm, and she may have held it against him if it weren’t for the gentle press of him inside her that had them both groaning.

It didn’t hurt. The first few times she’d touched herself she’d managed to make herself sore, overstretched by too much too fast, but Kristoff’s approach and likely her previous exploration of her own body had this feeling like nothing but pure pleasure.

She loved the sounds he made as he continued to press into her, aided by her hips shifting to meet him, only somewhat impeded by his hand pressing her into the mattress. He was cursing under his breath and she wished that she knew a few more appropriately naughty words herself because her heart raced with each and every movement and the feelings in her stomach were pleasantly electric when he bit back his moans.

“Gods, Anna…”

She bucked her hips up and he bottomed out. It was her fault that the stretch was a bit more uncomfortable now, forcing him to move faster, but she wanted it.

I want him. I want all of him, and I want him now.

The words hard and fast came to mind as well, but before she could even give them much thought, he was seemingly aware that she’d thought it.

“You have to tell me to stop if you want me to,” he said, pulling back a bit only to slide into her again with a groan, “because I don’t think I’m going to be able to if you don’t say so.”

His words were punctuated with more thrusts which she rolled her hips to meet with some success.

She moaned in response and when she met his eye, he didn’t stop moving in her but ducked his head down to kiss her.

His hair had long since freed itself from style, falling into his eyes as they kissed and if she thought that he’d looked amazing dressed up, it was nothing compared to watching him as he came apart for her.

She reached up to his shoulders and used him for leverage as she met his thrusts, trying and failing in trying not to dig her fingers into his skin. He didn’t seem to mind, capturing her mouth again for a kiss despite the awkwardness of it and swallowing her moans. The friction between them had her feeling closer to coming faster than she’d ever managed to bring herself to the edge before.

The orgasm blindsided her, as it barely had time to build before she just felt it roll through her like a thunderclap. He continued to make love to her through it, and she knew that if he continued for very much longer, it was only a testament to his will.

His thrusts grew more and more wild as she broke the kiss and moaned his name. She wasn’t positive of what all she was saying to him as he continued to thrust, she just rolled her hips and begged him to come.

I want to make him feel good. I want to watch him orgasm and know that it was for me… because of me. I need this, he needs this.

“Please,” she heard herself moan, “Please Kristoff.”

It may have been the most coherent she’d been in minutes, and whether that was what brought him to the edge, or the pleading sound in her voice, she wasn’t sure, but before she could repeat what she’d said, he’d pulled himself from her and she’d watched him over her lashes as he’d rubbed his hand over his length with fervor and spilled his warmth onto her stomach.

He'd come for her, cursing, and yet whispering her name like a prayer.

***

He’d cleaned his spend from her skin with cool water from the wash basin and she’d only laughed at the cold and squirmed. He’d been worried that it would have disgusted or upset her, but he wasn’t sure why he even thought to worry about something like that with Anna.

Her only question, with love and curiosity in her tone had been to ask him why he hadn’t come inside her.

It caught him fully off guard.

“Anna… I didn’t want … I mean I did want to, but… you do know that if I had then there was a chance…”

“I do know where babies come from Kristoff,” she said, her tone teasing and immediately melting his anxiety away.

“Well, we hadn’t talked about it so I didn’t want to put you in that position.”

She seemed thoughtful for a moment as he dried her stomach and pulled the covers over her. The room seemed to have grown far cooler than it had felt when they’d rushed in and stripped down and he wasn’t sure whether it was the cooling of sweat that had him feeling so, or if it had been cold and he hadn’t felt it in the moment.

“That’s kind,” she said, patting the bed beside her to beckon him down to the mattress, “I should expect that from you, to never force me into anything I don’t want.”

He nodded and was glad that she understood his intentions. He would do his very best, for as long as he may live, to never force her into anything, to never hurt her, to never put his needs before her own. Those were the vows he would have sworn to her if they had known each other that day.

“We can talk about it someday,” he said as he fell into bed beside her, “but tonight we’ll sleep and, in the morning, if anyone is brave or sober enough to come knocking on our door, we’ll pretend we can’t hear them.”

“Good,” she said with a tired laugh, “because I don’t plan on letting you leave this room until we do this at least twice more.”

Greedy. He thought with amusement, so he told her such.

The way she laughed and cuddled him close had him thinking that he’d let her keep him there for a fortnight if it were feasible.

They didn’t know that on the floor, in the pocket of his jacket, a small stone set in a simple band, glowed.

#a convenient arrangement #kristanna #kristanna advent 2022 #arranged marriage AU

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Lea’s advent calendar day 13 – Scary

@writerthreads writing prompt for Christmas (2022), prompt 12:

[meeting Santa at the mall but it goes awfully wrong]

Dad!Eddie x mom!reader

No trigger warning.

WC: ≈0.9K

December 22nd, 1991

Eddie Munson and you have been dating since high school. You’re both still living in Hawkins. Eddie works as a bartender at the Hideout at night, so he can be the one taking care of your daughter during the day, while you are at work. As for you, you work as a secretary for Hawkins’ police station. You don’t like your job, but you need the money.

Almost three years ago, you unexpectedly got pregnant. You and Eddie were only 22 years old back then, but you still decided to keep the baby. Now you have a beautiful daughter named Galadriel. Eddie and you both share a passion for The Lord of The Rings, so you had to name your daughter after one of the characters. Now, your little Galadriel is two years old. As she is now two years old and more aware of her surroundings, Eddie and you decided to make a trip to the mall to see Santa.

When you told your daughter, she was so excited, she's been talking about it for days. It warms both yours and Eddie’s heart to see your daughter like this. You pack a diaper bag with diapers (in case of accident) as well as changing clothes, her pacifier, her Teddy, a water bottle, and a milk bottle. You also pack teething biscuits in case your daughter is hungry. While you’re packing Eddie gets the impossible mission to make her get ready.

Eddie takes cartoonish voice and makes her left shoe dance. “Please Galadriel, let me be put on. I promise to keep you warm and protect your cute little feet from being hurt outside.

Galadriel is pouting. “Don’t want.” She speaks.

Eddie is helpless, he doesn’t know how to make his (sometimes) petulant daughter to put her shoes on.

He raises the left shoe and make it dance, still using his cartoonish voice. “Please little Galadriel, let me be on your feet. If you don’t put me on, we can’t go meet Santa you know?”

Galadriel crosses her arms and stomp her foot. “NO” she says raising her voice.

At that point, you arrive into your hallway and asks. “What’s going on here.”

Eddie keeps his cartoonish voice, moving the shoe around to show that it is the shoe speaking. “Little Galadriel doesn’t want me to be at her feet.”

You crouch down in front of your daughter and take the shoe from Eddie’s hand, looking at him sympathetically.

“Hey Bunny, if you want to go meet Santa you have to put your shoes and coat on. We can’t go outside without them. You know, it’s freezing outside.” You explain patiently.

Eddie looks at you fondly. He really loves seeing him interacting with your daughter, he loves how you handle her tantrums.

Galadriel drops her hands and shrugs. “Don’t like shoes.” She speaks.

“I have an idea!” Eddie dramatically says.

Galadriel turns towards Eddie, her curious big brown eyes looking at him.

“What about you put them on, we go see Santa and then we buy new boots for you? How does that sound?” Eddie asks.

She nods her head and let you put her shoes and coat on. You go to the mall, you put some Christmas songs (even though Eddie protested) during the car ride and you giggle at your daughter trying to sing along.

After a 10 minutes’ drive, you arrive at the mall. You’re in the line to see Santa and your daughter looks so excited. She’s holding both you and Eddie’s hand.

“Ready to meet Santa?” Eddie asks when there is only one person in front of you.

“Yes! Yes! Tell him I want guitar. Like Daddy!” she says enthusiastically.

Eddie smiles at that. “And if Santa brings you a guitar, I promise to teach you.”

“Eddie she’s too young to learn how to play guitar.” You tell him.

“Don’t listen to mommy.” Eddie says while covering Galadriel’s ears.

As soon as it is Galadriel’s turn you and Eddie lead Galadriel to Santa’s chair, but as soon as she is close to him, Galadriel hides between her father’s legs and starts crying. Eddie picks her up and whispers sweet nothing into her ears.

“Hey, shh…" he says, "everything’s fine, daddy's here” Eddie keeps going, hugging her close to his chest and soothingly rubbing his daughter’s back. He brings Galadriel and a quieter place of the mall while you profusely apologize to Santa.

“What happened back there?” Eddie asks calmly, while his daughter tries to stop sobbing.

“Scary” she manages to say in between to sobs.

You decide to let Eddie handle it, you know that when your daughter’s overwhelmed, she is a daddy’s girl and only Eddie can make her calm down.

“You got scared sweetie?” he asks and your daughter nods.

Galadriel nods.

“You know, there is nothing to be afraid of besides mommy and I were here.” Eddie gently tells her.

“Daddy? Hug please.” Galadriel says.

Eddie hugs his daughter to his chest and asks her. “What about grabbing a hot chocolate, how does that sound to you Sweetie?” he asks.

She enthusiastically nod.

Your little family sits at a coffee, ordering three hot chocolates. Your daughter hands up with chocolate everywhere and Eddie and you hold hands all along while your daughter tries to tell you all she wants for Christmas. You and Eddie love those family moments, more than anything.

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