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Twelve Days of Fluff!

Yeah, I'm gonna write again with some motivation from my fellow rats and this amazing graphic made by @mariesackler! Thank you especially to her and @hopeamarsu for encouraging me to do this writing event and reminding me that I never ever have to write angst if I don't want to!

I'll be using the fluff option for the Twelve Days of Whumpmas prompts from @amonthofwhump starting 12/1/21!

Masterlist will be updated every day with the link to that day's prompt added! You can find any of my writings for this event with the tag #eagerforhoney12DaysOfFluff

**All prompts are 18+. If you are a minor, please do not interact!**

Day One: Putting up the Tree with Clyde Logan

Day Two: Reunion with Charlie Barber

Day Three: Candlelight with Flip Zimmerman

Day Four: Favorite Holiday Memories with Clyde Logan

Day Five: Gift Giving with Kylo Ren

Day Six: Last Minute Relief with Adam Sackler

Day Seven: First Snow with Kylo Ren

Day Eight: Hot Cocoa with Adam Sackler

Day Nine: Caroling with Maurizio Gucci

Day Ten: Christmas Lights with Clyde Logan

Day Eleven: Their Favorite Song with Kylo Ren

Day Twelve: Found Family with Paterson

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Fluffmas Day 9 - with Maurizio Gucci

Day Nine: Caroling

Maurizio Gucci x Reader

WC: 869

CW: Christmas, mentions of marriage, Italian brought to you by Google translate

Twelve Days of Fluffmas Masterlist

The year had come to a close, and you were excited for what 1979 would bring you. The one thing you had known for sure was that you and your now fiancé would be getting married. He had proposed to you only a couple of months ago during a trip to Milan where you had met his family. Now it was a crisp December night, and the Christmas season had fully taken over Manhattan. You had been buzzing around the large apartment you and Maurizio shared while you prepared dinner. Your parents were coming over for dinner, as well as to meet your soon-to-be husband. They were from the west coast and in your short courtship had never gotten the two loves of your life in the same room. Your parents didn’t mind at all - they just wanted you to be happy. Your mother did gush to you over the phone last week, however, about how excited her and your dad were to finally meet their new son-in-law.

Your gentle, sweet man was a different story. He had gotten progressively more tense the closer the dinner got. He didn’t believe that your parents weren’t upset that he hadn’t asked for their permission before asking you to marry him. Though he was only thirty, he was mature beyond his years. He wanted your parents to know that he respected them and cherished the gift that they had made, which was you. “I’m afraid I’ve already started off on the wrong foot with them, Principessa. I just want them to know how serious I am about my love for you and my intentions to care for you”. He was rambling as he set the table, fidgeting with the silverware and rearranging the centerpiece. “My love, please stop worrying. They aren’t those kinds of people -- they know how much you love me and just want to welcome you into our family” you softly spoke as you exited the kitchen with the wine before it found its place on the table. You gave him a sympathetic smile before you wrapped your arms around the back of his head and pulled him down to rest in the crook of your neck. Maurizio exhaled deeply and his warm breath cascaded down your body while his arms found refuge wrapped around you.

You felt the soft kisses to your neck and knew that he was feeling more calm, more collected. He had put on one of his favorite records and stared out the window, watching the snow blanket the city as you finished getting ready. You thought you had heard the door open, but became worried when you heard “Che cazzo?!” yelled loudly from the living room. You hurried out of your shared bedroom before your concerned expression turned into an amused one. Your fiancé had a dumbfounded look on his face as your parents stood in the open doorway, “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” belted at full volume from their jovial mouths. You chuckled as you came up and wrapped an arm around Maurizio, then leaned your head on his shoulder to better enjoy the performance. Once they were finished you ushered them in with laughs, hugs, and introductions. Maurizio took their coats, still a bit shaken from the surprise caroling.

Not being surprised at all, Maurizio and your parents immediately took to each other. You enjoyed dinner mostly because you watched the formation of a very important relationship. Once everyone had finished, the four of you had sat down in the living room with half empty wine glasses and the inability to stop laughing. “Mauri, my love, is caroling in Milan not quite like what you were subjected to this evening?” you got out before you laughed along with everyone at your question. “No, Dolcezza, not quite like that. There’s usually caroling for about a week before Christmas, but it’s usually children and not so, well, performative” he finished with a chuckle, then shot a wink over at your parents. You felt so elated snuggled into Maurizio’s arms on the couch, knowing he was no longer nervous and had once again found his confidence and charm.

Maurizio gave each of your parents a kiss on the cheek to bid them farewell as he saw them out the door before walking hand in hand with you to your bedroom. After you were both dressed in your pajamas and had crawled into bed, you intertwined your legs with his. “Did you like my parents, Bello?” you sleepily mumbled into his wide chest. He loved when you used the Italian he slowly taught you each day and your words made him hold you tighter to his core. “I did indeed. I’d even go caroling with them the American way if they wanted” he chuckled at himself. “Amore Mio, I’m so happy to be able to call you ‘mia moglie’ soon, and for them to also be my parents”. You smiled at his words, having felt the same way. You didn’t care about what his name meant, only that you belonged to each other and were going to make a life together. The caroling you were also sure would be a fond memory for years to come.

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Fluffmas Day 5 - with Kylo Ren

Hey, so uh, don't hate me for making this longer than the Mississippi River. I'm just outing myself as a Kylo simp and that's okay.

Day Five: Gift Giving

Modern!Kylo Ren x Reader

WC: 2,010 (laughs in delirium)

CW: swearing, mentions of wealth, tattoos, lots of words to read, allusions to sexy times

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Kylo was always generous when it came to giving you things. You had wanted for nothing the two years that you had been dating. That is to say, he was generous in terms of materialistic things, nice dinners, even pleasuring you. You loved the things he gave you, but you wished you saw him more. He worked so hard and even when you two were together he would have his phone notifications on full volume not risking missing anything. You admired his work ethic, but missed being present with him. Christmas was in four days and you were having trouble trying to find something to give him. What did you give your boyfriend who had everything he wanted and also definitely had way more money than you? You figured you’d go with something more on the sentimental side than something like a new tie, or the cufflinks with your initials which you had gotten him last year. It did make you smile seeing him wear them almost every day, and you were thinking of something that would make him feel like you belonged to him like the cufflinks made you feel like he belonged to you.

So that’s how you found yourself in a Manhattan tattoo parlor filling out paperwork after you had met Kylo on his lunch break. Your request was simple enough that the artist was able to see you the same day. You were excited about your gift for him, and felt in your heart and soul that he was it for you so such a permanent Christmas gift wasn’t so daunting to you. After you were all wrapped up you made your way back to the home you and Kylo shared on the Upper East Side, specifically the ridiculously large and luxurious home on 64th Street that you felt you two had no business occupying, let alone Kylo living there alone before he met you. You put away the groceries you picked up on the way home and started preparing the steaks for dinner, Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange playing loudly through the bluetooth speaker in the kitchen.

You heard the front door open and shut, followed by the heavy steps of your big man lumbering towards the kitchen to find you. You had just come in from setting the table that was out on the back patio, never one to not take advantage of nice weather in the city. At your first appraisal of him, Kylo looks exhausted and frankly very grumpy. You hope a nice dinner and being home with you helps turn his mood around. He forces out an exhale when you approach him but opens his arms, beckoning you into his hold. You let him hold you, even when his hands snake down your back to gently squeeze and hold your ass. Not even in a sexual way, just seemed to bring him comfort after his long day. “C’mon, Hot Stuff. Take your jacket and shoes off and come outside for dinner. I made your favorite” you instructed him with a smile before picking up the bottle of red wine you got earlier and made your way out back.

When Kylo joined you again, he already seemed more relaxed. You were relieved to know being home with you made him this way. He had told you before that coming back to his empty home would make him aware of how lonely he was and would stress him out more than his actual job. You took pride in making his life more relaxed, more content and full of love rather than loneliness. You both ate while telling each other about the day you had, making each other chuckle and giving each other simple touches - him squeezing your thigh and you stroking his forearm. When you both were finished, you stacked your plates and refilled both wine glasses and Kylo pulled out a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his slacks. He passed it over to you and casually mentioned “Here’s one of your Christmas gifts. I need to give it to you now or the rest won’t make sense”. You furrowed your eyebrows at him but took the beat up and creased piece of paper with trepidatious fingers and unfolded it. “I’m sorry, Baby, but I don’t understand what I’m looking at” you say softly as you look back up at him with confusion covering your face. He gives you his signature heart-stopping smirk, exposing his dimples and a few of his adorable teeth and says nonchalantly “It’s my work schedule starting tomorrow through the end of February”. You look down again at the paper and see nothing there. “Oh,” you mumble before clarifying: “But there’s nothing on any of the days?” He nods at you with his smirk still on his face before he pulls out his phone and pulls up an email.

“That’s right, Angel. I’m not doing any work from now until the first of March, just spending time with my girl at this cabin I rented for us”. He let you scroll through the reservation email, while it sank in. You’d be alone with Kylo for months with his full attention, work temporarily left behind. This was so much better than any piece of jewelry or luxury perfume he could’ve gotten you. This is what you have truly longed for for so long. Tears threaten to spill over the rims of your eyes as you meet his stare. His smirk drops and is exchanged for a look of horror. “Fuck. Do you not like it? We can go somewhere else, or, I understand if maybe you don’t want to be isolated with me for that long, I can cancel the--”. You shut him up by jumping in his lap and pressing your lips to his, burrowing your fingers in his wavy inky locks. His large hands grip you tight around you and kisses you back with equal ferocity. When you have to begrudgingly lean back for air, you say “Have I ever told you just how great you are at gift giving? Seriously, this is the best gift I could have ever gotten from you. The only thing I want to do is spend time with you, never think I don’t. I am so excited. Thank you so much, Baby!”. He then smiles so wide it takes up his whole face, and runs his hands up your back to pull you in closer again to continue kissing you.

The cabin Kylo had rented was more like a log mansion. Though despite its size it was still very cozy, your favorite part being the hot tub on the back deck. The snow surrounding the upstate property added to the Christmas aesthetic and made you feel very much in the holiday spirit. True to his word, Kylo hadn’t done a lick of work, barely even looking at his phone. You had been constantly connected to each other since you stepped inside two days ago, always touching, always kissing and holding each other. It was now Christmas Eve and you and Kylo had spent a long while in the hot tub, then climbing into bed. You were so happy and content spending time away from real life here with him. “Kylo, Baby, I’m so excited to be here until March! Avoiding reality in a place so nice is a real treat”. You barely had finished talking before he started laughing. Laughing. You glare at him full of confusion and damn near embarrassment. “What’s so funny?” you spit. He realized how he must have come across and started backtracking. “Oh, Baby, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just that we won’t be here until March. We’re actually leaving the day after tomorrow”. Your heart sank, you thought your vacation would last longer than a few days.

Kylo could see the disappointment on your face and kicked himself internally. “I better give you another Christmas gift now, before you leave me” he chuckles. He gets out of bed and goes through one of his bags before coming back, handing you an envelope. You eye him with annoyance before lifting the flap and looking at the envelope’s contents. Several plane tickets, specifically first class tickets departing from La Guardia and landing in…. France, Monaco, Italy, and Greece. Holy fucking shit. Not only do you get to spend one on one time with the love of your life, you get to do it in Europe, for two whole months. “So, what do you think? Are you still my girl?” Kylo asks with a smile, seeing the shock on your face and noticing how you were unable to speak. Him asking if you were still his, even in jest, reminded you of your gift and how insignificant it seemed now. You were nervous that he’d be resentful even though you knew he wouldn’t care if you hadn’t gotten him anything in actuality. After a few silent moments you thickly swallowed and made eye contact with the amber eyes that now looked a little nervous. “This… this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I really don’t know how to articulate how floored I am, Kylo. This is a dream come true, you have no idea. I feel like my gift totally sucks now. I’m sorry, I wish I had done more”.

He was quick to shush you, pulling you into his lap while he rocked you and kissed your temple. “No no no, Baby. You being with me is honestly a gift every day. Being loved by you is something no bought gift could compare to, really. I can confidently say anything you thought worth giving me I will love. Can I have it now or are you going to make me wait until tomorrow?” he asks with his arms still snuggly wrapped around you. You giggle before replying “You can open it now. We will have to bring it with us, though”. You revel in his expression before scrambling off his lap and stand on the side of the bed in front of him before sliding your silk pajama bottoms down your legs. “Wh- Angel, what are you doing? Are you my present?” he chuckles before watching you start to pull your panties down as well. His eyes are wide as your gift becomes visible. His legs swing off the side of the bed in a flash, you now caged between them while he sits up and yanks you closer to the lamp on the bedside table. On the apex of your left thigh sits the tattoo. About two inches in size, the simple red heart houses black lettering spelling out “K R” in a calligraphic font on the inside. A solid few minutes pass with Kylo’s extremely tight grip on your hips, his eyes locked on the healing tattoo as his breathing becomes more labored. He finally tears his eyes away to look at you, his expression unreadable. He is either really pissed or about to pin you underneath him. You soon discover it’s the latter.

When you’re nestled into his chest later about to drift off, you sleepily ask “So I assume you like your gift?”. His laugh rumbles through his chest and he pulls you higher up his body so he can kiss your cheek, his fingers gently tracing the healing inked flesh. “I can’t believe you did that, but I have never loved anything I’ve ever gotten more, besides you of course. I wanna get you the skimpiest swimsuits now so everyone on our trip knows who you belong to. This is the best gift, Baby. You knew exactly what would mean the most to me”. You wrap your arms tighter around his bare chest and place a kiss in between his pecs as a response. You then start giggling at the thought you just had -- you and Kylo both were so extra when it came to gift giving. You were made for each other in so many ways, and now you could add that to the list.

If you made it this far, thank you so much! I hope you liked it :)

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Fluffmas Day 11 - with Kylo Ren

Day Eleven: Their Favorite Song

Kylo Ren x Female Reader

WC: 1,458

CW: established relationship, lowkey exhibitionism, smut with a sprinkle of fluff, PinV sex, Kylo has BDE, mentions of eating

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It had just turned over from January to February and you and Kylo had spent the last month touring through Greece and Italy. Eating, walking around, relaxing, and christening every hotel and villa with several rounds of hot, passionate, loud sex was what filled your days so far during your vacation. You now had been in Monaco for a few days and were on the beach all day. As promised, Kylo had insisted you wear the most revealing bikinis he could find so that your ample curves and new tattoo would be displayed to anyone who gazed at your body too long. That turned out to be several sets of eyes and it only spurred Kylo on, having to ravish you in the private cabana you two would occupy each day you were on the hot and sunny beach near your hotel. “I love how everyone can see who you belong to,” he would moan out while sheathing his entire length inside of you. His thumb now always lovingly rubs over the heart tattoo encasing his initials every time he has you on your back, eyes darting between it and watching you stretch around him with each thrust. “Fuck! You feel so good, do you know how much I fucking love you? Love your body, your mind, the way you take me so well. You’re perfect and just for me, aren’t you, Angel?” His mouth was running nearly as fast as his hips were rutting into you and you ate it up. “Yes, yes! I’m all yours, always,” you mewled out as best you could despite him hitting that deep spot inside of you that made you lose all coherent thought. You almost forgot you were basically in public where anyone could hear you, but Kylo made sure you weren’t thinking about anything besides how good he was making you feel. The second his thumb slinked down from your tattoo to your swollen clit, you were cumming hard and very loudly. The second your walls started contracting around him he was emptying himself deep inside you, the feeling making you feel so full of him, both literally and figuratively. You were so in love with him and the way he fell on top of you, trapping you in his embrace with his wide torso and substantial weight, you knew he felt the same way, feeling totally wrapped up in you.

After you both recovered and your breathing had returned to normal, the sun was setting and you were eager to get in the shower and into bed. Each time Kylo had fucked you on this trip you were desperately worn out after, almost like he was hellbent on claiming you more than he usually was. As you exited the cabana, several people whipped their heads forward failing to make it seem like they weren’t listening to you and Kylo getting lost in each other. You looked up at his face as he wrapped a free arm around you, the other carrying the bag and towels you brought with you. The smirk he returned your look with shows off his adorably crooked teeth and made you softly chuckle. You didn’t care if the whole beach heard you, you weren’t about to censor your pleasure and Kylo would make sure of it.

When you got back to your hotel room Kylo dropped the bag on the ground before lifting you into his arms bridal style and carrying you into the grandiose bathroom while you wrapped your arms around his neck and kicked your legs as you laughed and gave him kisses from his neck to his jaw, and then up his cheek to his nose and temple. You had never felt more in love with this man you thought to yourself as he set you down in front of the giant bathtub. You held his forearms as you looked deeply into his hazel eyes as you softly said, “I love you so so much, Kylo. I hope you know I’ve never felt this deeply for anyone. You make me feel so safe and I never feel alone, even if we aren’t together. I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me.” His smile reaches his eyes despite it being still so soft. His hold around you tightens as the tub continues to fill. “And I love you so deeply, my love. You have changed me for the better in so many ways; I’m a better man because of you and your love. Now let’s get cleaned up before you pass out on me,” he says with a little chuckle before completely lifting you into the tub and slipping in behind you. Once you were finished cleaning the sand and saltwater from each other’s bodies Kylo had tucked you into the king-sized bed, lifting the down blanket up to your chin. He slid in next to you and pulled you to him from your middle, softly tracing your tattoo with his large fingers. His ministrations pulled you into unconsciousness immediately along with the warmth he radiated from his chest and arms into you.

You woke the next morning with music playing loudly from the main room of the suite. You sleepily swung your legs over the side of the bed, rubbing your eyes and stretching your arms above your head before standing up and pulling one of his large t-shirts over your head and groggily making your way towards the source of the music. You emerged into the small kitchen to find your big man towering over the hot plate wearing only a pair of black boxers. The kitchenette was a total mess but the smell coming from whatever he was making was heavenly. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him, kissing his back a few times before resting your cheek on it and with a squished face mumbling, “It’s a little early for this, don’t you think?” to which he rubbed one large hand over both of yours and replied, “Good morning to you too, Baby. And it’s never too early for Zeppelin.” He ushered you to the small dining table where you could look out of the floor to ceiling window showcasing a breathtaking view of the water and the boats crowded at the shore. The spread was immaculate and somehow the rock music only made it a better breakfast. Once you were done eating Kylo casually mentions with a mouth full of food, “I think this is my favorite song now.” You tipped your head to the side and closed your eyes to listen closely, recognizing it to be “All My Love” by Led Zeppelin. You open your eyes and look across the table at him to find him looking back at you with a look that could only be described as… nervous? You were confused why and asked, “Is that a bad thing? Why is it your favorite song, Baby?” He took a deep breath and almost nonchalantly answered, “Because it’s the song that played when you agreed to marry me.” You blinked several times while your brain attempted to absorb his words. “W-what? Are you proposing to me right now?” You both were basically in your underwear, sharing a casual breakfast during a beautiful Monaco morning. “Yeah, I am. What do you say, Baby? Wanna be Mrs. Ren or are we going to have an awkward trip to France?” He was smirking at you now, confident in your answer. You were honestly more surprised that the situation is so casual, you would have expected something much more fancy from him. Whatever the setting, you are elated. You leapt out of your chair and into his lap, smothering his face in kisses before squealing out, “Yes! Yes of course I’ll marry you! Oh my god, Kylo, I’m gonna be your wife! And oh my GOD, you’re gonna be MY husband. I am so happy, you make me so happy!” You were barely getting all your words out and Kylo was smiling so wide you can basically see each individual tooth in his mouth. “Yeah, Baby, I’m gonna be your husband. Fuck, hearing you say that is making me hard.” He stood, lifting you up and headed back into the bedroom before dropping you on the bed and frantically pulling your panties down your legs and throwing them somewhere neither of you could see. He’s on top of you so fast, kissing up your neck and settling himself in between your thighs. “I’m gonna fuck my fiance just how she deserves. That sound good, little wife?” You moaned at his words, now much more appreciative of Led Zeppelin than you were when it had woken you only a few hours ago.

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Fluffmas Day 1 - with Clyde Logan

Day One: Putting Up the Tree

Clyde Logan x Reader

WC: 969

CW: mentions of marriage, holidays, Christmas, family

why do I wanna be Mrs. Logan so damn bad?????

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Twelve Days of Fluffmas Masterlist

This was your first Christmas together as a married couple. Before this, you and Clyde would put up a few decorations, but spent most of the holiday at Jimmy’s with the rest of the Logan family. Now that you had moved into your new home on the wooded property Clyde had found, it was really game on. As you followed your husband down yet another row of identical looking trees you were quickly beginning to understand just how seriously Clyde took Christmas, as if him proposing on Christmas eve the year previous wasn’t enough. You had pointed out a few that you liked and thought would look nice in your living room, but your husband was very particular about the tree he wanted in your home.

The night before you were laying in bed and had asked him when you’d be getting the tree you were now hunting for. “Well, darlin’, there’s a farm my momma and daddy always took us to growin’ up,” he hesitates before continuing, “or we could always get an artificial one if that’s what ya prefer”. You look at him wide-eyed and scoff. “I would rather die right here, right now, than have a fake Christmas tree in my home. We’ll go to the farm and continue the Logan tradition” you say with finality. Clyde is smiling at you now, you can almost see the twinkle in his eye. “Ya see, dumplin’, that’s jus’ one of the many reasons why I married ya” he says before pouncing on you and tickling you until you're giggling and squirming underneath him.

You think to yourself how much you’d prefer to be back in that cozy bed warmed up by your large husband right now than walking through the infinite aisles of trees in the cold West Virginian winter air. Clyde had told you he was gonna take a second look at one he was eyeing. When he came back, however, he was wrapping his arms around you from behind with both hands holding hot chocolate. You crane your head to the side to see him smiling down at you, your sweet man. He leans down to place the softest kiss on your lips, warming your cold nose with his own. You grab your cup and turn around to wrap your arms around Clyde’s middle. “M’sorry I’m bein’ so picky ‘bout the tree. Jus’ wannit to be perfect” he says with a kiss to the top of your head. You smile up at him and reply “I know, baby. I want a good one too”. You peer around the side of your wide husband to see a tree standing almost on its own, not really in line with the others. “What about that one, honey? I think it might check all your boxes for the perfect tree” you say with a wink as you point to the tree with your empty hand. Clyde turns around and walks toward the tree. As you walk to catch up, he’s rubbing his flesh hand over his mouth as he circles the tree, appraising it. Taking sips of his cocoa to help make a final decision, he looks up at you. “I like this one, honeybun. Whaddya think?” You smile and nod eagerly at him. He nods back with his signature pout before he lightly jogs to the main entrance, coming back with a handsaw. You are enamored with the show of watching your big man get down and start sawing away at the trunk of the tree. You grip the tree near the top as Clyde gets closer to sawing all the way through. Once it’s tied to the top of the car and the ticket has been paid, you are off back to your home to put it up and decorate.

Classic Christmas music plays softly in the background as Clyde finishes setting up the tree in the stand, making sure it’s secure and has enough water. You bring over the strings of lights and offer an end to Clyde before you stand on the other side of the tree. You both giggle as you take turns hugging the tree trying to evenly wrap the lights around it, eventually giving the rest to your husband who can reach the top. You are laying out all the ornaments and notice an older looking box. “Baby, what’s this?” you ask Clyde as he makes his way to look over your shoulder. He puts his flesh hand on your shoulder and his prosthetic hand grips your hip. “Those’r some ornaments from my momma’s collection. These’ve been on my family’s tree since before I think even Jimmy was born” he almost whispers into your ear. You smile and begin taking them out and carefully placing them on the tree and Clyde follows suit. You and Clyde then place the ornament that you had gotten that morning. A new ornament each year was a tradition you wanted to start and Clyde thought it was a great idea.

After the ornaments, new and old, are on the tree, you hand your very tall husband the topper. He places the star on the top with ease and comes back to stand at your side. With hands wrapped around each other, you both look at your first tree with pride and so much love for each other and the life you’ve begun to create together. When you look up at Clyde he’s already looking at you with a soft smile. “I love ya so much, honeybun. ‘M so happy to be makin’ memories with ya like this”. You beam up at him and squeeze him a little tighter to you. “Me too, baby. I’m never gonna forget about this, our first Christmas tree. I love you”. He cups your face in his warm hand and kisses you deeply. Yeah, you won’t be forgetting this moment.

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Fluffmas Day 4 - with Clyde Logan

This is kinda sorta a continuation of Day 1, or at the very least the same au. However you do not need to have read Day 1 to enjoy this!

Day Four: Favorite Holiday Memories

Clyde Logan x AFAB!Reader

WC: 885

CW: Christmas, menstruation, pregnancy, Clyde and reader are married, reader referred to as wife

Twelve Days of Fluffmas Masterlist

Having just got home from Christmas dinner at Jimmy and Sylvia’s, you plant yourself down on the couch while your husband starts building a fire in the wood stove in front of you. Once the fire starts crackling to life Clyde joins you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you to pull you in closer to him as you place a hand lovingly on his thigh. After a few moments of silence, decompressing from the busy day and staring into the fire, Clyde takes the hand on his thigh into his own grasp and kisses it softly. “Did ya have a good Christmas this year, Honeybun?” he asks you in a gravelly voice, indicating how tired he was from the day. You turn your head to burrow into his neck, inhaling your favorite scent that was your husband’s natural smell. After a beat you mumble sleepily into his neck “Mmhmm, I did. Do you remember a few years ago? How long it took us to find a tree that was just right?” Clyde’s chest rumbles with his deep chuckle, remembering how patient you had been with him those years ago. “I do, darlin’. That’s one of my favorite Christmas memories, decoratin’ our first tree together. Of course I’ve loved all the holidays I got to spend with ya, my pretty little wife” he adds before smiling wide and squeezing you a little tighter. You wonder if this year might end up knocking that memory down a peg with the final gift you had for him.

You had always had semi irregular periods, but when another month had passed with no sign of it, you decided to go to the doctor. That was two weeks ago, when you found out you had been growing your’s and Clyde’s baby for the last 8 weeks. You knew how much Clyde loved the holiday, and you thought that if he proposed to you on Christmas you would tell him about your pregnancy on Christmas, too. He had noticed you feeling more fatigued than usual the last couple of weeks but chalked it up to how busy you both were during this time of year. When you started getting tense and fidgety next to him on the couch, he began to get a little worried. “You alright, Sweetpea? Somethin’ botherin’ you?” he asked in a sincere tone, no longer the sleepy one he had just minutes before. You took a deep breath to center yourself before clearing your throat and looking straight into his deep brown eyes. “Well, I have one more present for you, and I just hope it makes the cut for your list of favorite Christmases”. He smirks quickly before giving you a quick peck. “Honeybun, you already got me such great gifts this year. N’like I said before, all the ones with you will always be my favorites”. He finishes his reply by softly tucking your hair behind your ear and cupping your face, looking right through you.

You take in another deep breath before you say “Would they still be your favorite if it wasn’t with just me anymore? That’s a lot of pressure you know” you add with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. Clyde’s brows scrunch together and his lips morph into his signature pout, confused by the meaning behind your words. “What’re you on about, Baby? Did somethin’ happen?” He’s rubbing the thumb of his flesh hand across your cheekbone, trying to soothe your nerves even though he has no idea of their origin. He just hates seeing you in any kind of way except blissfully happy. You give him a soft smile and shake your head before getting up and kneeling down in front of the tree. You reach around to the very back, where you had hidden his gift for this moment. You come back and sit next to him, handing him the ribbon and paper-clad present. He looks at you still unsure, but begins unwrapping the paper as you try your best to stay calm, your nerves turning from anxiety to excitement.

He unwraps the two books and reads the titles out loud: “The First Time Dad’s Pregnancy Handbook, and The New Father: A Dad’s Guide to the First Year”. There are a few moments of silence that seem to last hours with his eyes glued to the books in his hands before he whips his head to meet your gaze, his eyes now filled with tears. “I’m gon’ be a daddy?” he asks you, his strained voice barely above a whisper. You are also crying now, seeing your husband react better than you could have imagined. You nod and reply “Yes you are, Honey. Our baby will be here in around seven more months” with a grin plastered on your face. His smile matches yours, the deep dimples somehow bigger than they normally are. He sets the books to the side before pulling you into the tightest hug you’ve ever gotten from him. He’s holding you and openly crying, telling you how happy and excited he is. Without loosening his grip on you, you hear him mumble into your ear “This is my favorite Christmas memory now, Darlin’”. You had expected as much and just held him tighter to you, feeling the same way.

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Fluffmas Day 10 - with Clyde Logan

Day Ten: Christmas Lights

Clyde Logan x Reader

WC: 1,201

CW: Christmas, established relationship, Clyde is cute

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Your boyfriend had been outside in the freezing cold all day of Christmas Eve, having set up the icicle Christmas lights along the trim of the trailer and lined the walkway with illuminated candy canes. He wanted to have it all done before dark so he could do a grand reveal before you both went out and drove around to look at other homes around the area. He had just finished wrapping the soft white lights around the wooden railing of the front porch steps when you emerged from the front door to check on him. “You almost done, Bear? The cider’s almost ready but I know you wanted to oversee the booze part” you smiled at your drink master boyfriend.

You and Clyde had dated for a few years now and you had lived with him in his trailer for just over a year of that time. He had made it very clear how important today was, though you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the seriousness of having to see Christmas lights around the county this night specifically. Nonetheless you made sure you had no plans for the day except to let your big man drive you around and point out all the houses as you sat in the warm confines of the passenger seat of his car.

“Yes, Baby. I’m just finishin’ up out here and then I’ll get the cider in a thermos, and we can head out. Go get some warm clothes on jus’ in case we wanna walk around a bit.” You turned on your heel to head back into the warm trailer and felt a cold smack to your behind on your way in, Clyde close behind you. All wrapped up and holding the warm thermos, you sat in the passenger seat while Clyde finished scraping the snow from the windshield. Once he passed the final swipe over the window he got into the driver’s seat, right away leaning over and kissed you with his cold lips. “So glad I got ya here with me to warm me up, Darlin’. Now let’s get on the road before we’re late.” You happily shared your warmth giving him a couple more sweet pecks before you grabbed his frigid flesh hand and stuck it between your legs to keep it warm. “What is there to be late for, Baby?” you asked. Clyde’s eyebrows shot straight up before he cleared his throat and stammered “W-well, Sweetie-Pie, some of the houses got their lights timed to music and I don’t want ya to miss that.” You had already known about this but thought it was sweet he was taking it so seriously.

A couple of hours had passed as you sipped the cider and followed along to all the houses Clyde pointed out as you slowly drove past. Some were simple setups similar to what Clyde had done, and some of the bigger houses had more elaborate orchestrations of lights littered across the home as well as the front lawns. Clyde had found the radio station that played the music which was coordinated to each house and you were stunned by the detail that went into some of the light shows. You soon found yourself in Madison and your big Bear drove towards the center of town. He parked at the courthouse before he jumped out and jogged around the front of the car to open your door. He helped you out of the car and you followed his lead, rounding around to the front of the building. It was the most beautiful sight you had seen that night. The grand building was one you had always loved – you had talked Clyde’s ear off about the history of the building and had toured the inside many times. It was now decorated with the most beautiful lights of white twinkle that wrapped around the large columns, and the giant tree was dressed to the nines out front. You and Clyde were wrapped up in each other’s arms looking up at the tree as it struck midnight when you felt his warmth leave you suddenly.

You turned your head to see why he had left your embrace and found him looking up into your eyes, his own reflecting the multicolored lights of the tree you were standing in front of as he lowered down onto one knee. Your breath had caught in your chest as Clyde searched your face for any kind of reaction before he spoke. “Honeybee, you are my love and my light. I cannot imagine spendin’ my Christmases with anybody else, let alone my life. You are the smartest, most loving and caring person I’ve ever known. You’re it for me, and I’m pretty damn sure I’m it for you, too. Would you please do me the honor of bein’ my wife?” he finished before he audibly choked back tears. He opened the small box he had been holding to reveal his Mommy’s wedding ring shining from the lights reflecting from it. You hadn’t tried as hard as Clyde to keep it together, already crying from the moment you caught him on one knee and now you had choked out a sob seeing the ring. You felt like the most special person in the world when you were with Clyde and were so excited to spend your life with him. You cupped his cold cheeks and smiled so wide at him as you tried to calm down enough to speak.

“Clyde Logan, I love you so much I couldn’t even begin to put it into words. You are the the most caring, compassionate man and you make me feel so special. You take such good care of me, and I’d love nothing more than to be married to you.” Your favorite dimples etch into his face at your acceptance of his proposal. He shot back up to stand before he squeezed you to him tightly and kissed you deeply. You both knew the kiss had solidified the beginning of a new chapter for the both of you. He begrudgingly separated his lips from yours, rubbing his nose along your face before he pulled the ring out of the box and started to slip it onto the ring finger of your left hand. “No, Baby, wrong hand,” you started. He furrowed his eyebrows at you and gave you his familiar pout in confusion. You directed the hand with the ring to your right hand instead. “I want us to match,” you say with a smile. Tears stream down your new fiancé’s face as he slides the ring onto your right hand and replies “Oh, my girl, you’re too good to me. I love ya so much.” You stared into his wet honey eyes, admiring the assorted colors of the tree lights washing over his cheekbones. You hug him tight, feeling the new weight on your finger and say, “That’s about to be Mrs. Logan to you now, Baby.” You can feel the deep breath Clyde takes, not being able to respond to that with words just yet. He holds you in his encompassing hold under the Christmas lights, the both of you so excited for the Christmases to come.

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Fluffmas Day 3 - with Flip Zimmerman

Happy Hanukkah to all those who celebrate! I am not Jewish, and so the research I did about the holiday was from the ample information provided by the Jewish Alliance of Greater Rhode Island's website. Specifically this and this. Thank you to @strangunddurm for beta reading this for me!

Day Three: Candlelight

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

WC: 641

CW: smoking, Hanukkah, mentions of family and holidays, reader and Flip are married.

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You’ve just put dinner in the oven to stay warm when Flip pulls up to the house. After his case with the Klan he had told you he wanted to start practicing more Jewish traditions, and this was now your second year actively celebrating Hanukkah. Flip had grown up getting gifts during the eight nights of the holiday, but that was the extent of his celebrating. You had grown up celebrating Christmas, however it wasn’t for religious reasons and it was never a big deal in your family. Because of your detached relationships to the winter holidays, you and your husband were excited about getting a little more serious about including more Jewish traditions and practices. Traditions and values you could pass down and practice with your own children one day.

Flip walks in the door, depositing his coat and boots in their respective spots in the entryway. He walks into the kitchen and stubs out the cherried ember of his cigarette before pulling you into a tight embrace. You wrap your arms around him and the both of you take a deep breath, inhaling the other after being apart all day. His long arms are wrapped all the way around you, pressing you into the flannel covering his wide chest. You muffle out a “Welcome home, Honey” while rubbing your hands up and down his back before looking up and smiling at the warm eyes looking back at you. “Ready to light the candles, Baby? Then we can sit down to dinner and you can bitch to me about your day” you say with a wink. Flip scoffs and rolls his eyes while replying “Yeah, sure thing, Sugar” while teasingly poking your sides. You follow him into the living room where the menorah had been sitting in the front window for the last four nights.

The synagogue you and Flip had started going to had been so helpful in getting you both acquainted with how to light the menorah each night, and this year they had given you a Xerox of the blessings so you could try them yourself, as opposed to just listening to them being sung over the radio like you did last year. Tonight was the fifth night, and after Flip lit the shamash in the center you took turns lighting the five candles, beginning with the newest addition.

You and Flip then stand back to look at the soft light coming from the lit candles. He wraps his arm around your shoulders before clearing his throat and unfolding the copy of the blessings. Hearing his deep timbre sing the prayers was by far your favorite part of lighting the candles each night. His voice vibrates through you as you continue to admire the flickering candlelight in the window.

Ba-ruch A-tah Ado-nai E-lo-he-nu Me-lech ha-olam a-sher ki-de-sha-nu be-mitz-vo-tav ve-tzi-va-nu le-had-lik ner Ha-nuk-kah.

Ba-ruch A-tah Ado-nai E-lo-he-nu Me-lech Ha-olam she-a-sa ni-sim la-avo-te-nu ba-ya-mim ha-hem bi-zman ha-zeh.

When Flip finished singing, you both stood in silence for a moment, holding each other and admiring the candlelight and the miracle they represented. You felt yourself part of your own miracle, being able to share this with your husband. You feel a kiss to the top of your head and look up to meet Flip’s gaze. As if he was thinking the same thing as you, he tells you “Thank you for doing this with me, Sweets. All of it. It means a hell of a lot to me; I hope you know that”. You squeeze yourself tighter to him and reply “Of course, Sweetheart. I’m so happy to be making traditions like this for our family”. He smiles down at you and leans his head down to kiss you. You crane your head up to meet him halfway, the candlelight of the menorah shedding a soft light on your embrace.

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Fluffmas Day 2 - with Charlie Barber

Day Two: Reunion

Charlie Barber x Reader

WC: 955

CW: Separation during the holidays, Christmas, family, mentions of children

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It had been three weeks. Three whole weeks since you saw your boyfriend Charlie last. He has been in LA all this time, spending Christmas with Henry. You weren’t too upset at not spending the actual holiday with him - you knew you both would make something special of it no matter if it was a few days past the actual day. You had spent Christmas Day with your side of the family and enjoyed the time you spent with them. Now back in your apartment in New York City, however, you were getting more and more eager to see Charlie again. Not that you weren’t happy he got to spend so much time with his son - on the contrary. You yourself were disheartened when you couldn’t get the time off work to go with Charlie and be able to hug Henry and give him the gifts yourself that you and Charlie had picked out for him. Hopefully the next time Charlie went over you’d be able to join him.

It’s not as though you hadn’t heard from your boyfriend in all this time, either. There had been nearly nightly FaceTime calls. Mostly just Charlie and you talking about your days and how much you missed the other. Some of the calls had Henry as a guest star, excitedly showing you all the gifts he had received and profusely thanking you for the gifts you had given him. It made you smile from ear to ear knowing that you had made him happy, and that you were a welcome addition into his life. At times throughout the last three weeks you had missed Henry just as much as you missed Charlie. The FaceTime calls and the texts throughout the day were so nice, but paled in comparison to the warmth Charlie added to your shared bed. Waking up to hearing him singing in the shower or bringing you a cup of coffee in bed if it was a weekend. The feeling of almost being asleep and feeling his strong arms pull you close into him and squeezing you tight. This is what you were desperate to be reunited with.

You’ve decorated your Brooklyn apartment with soft white lights, and even had a small tree decorated and standing proudly on the coffee table. Underneath the tree housed the few gifts that you had gotten him along with his favorite holiday sweet, a chocolate orange. You always poked fun at him at how much he denied having a sweet tooth, but you knew the truth and wanted to really indulge him when he came home to you. The only gift you wanted from him was for him to safely be back home and in your arms as soon as possible. You wanted to once again find home in his embrace, your face in his chest inhaling his signature scent of warmth, clean laundry, and occasionally the cologne he wore or even the smell of his cigarettes. You really missed him so much.

As darkness fell and a light snow started, you became anxious for Charlie’s return. You had taken a nice hot shower to try and quell your nerves and lathered in the lotion he loved the smell of. You had gotten a nice bottle of wine and had old Christmas movies playing while you waited. He had texted you a while ago when he landed so you knew the only thing you wanted for Christmas would be walking in the door of your shared apartment any moment. As if your incessant thinking brought him to you, you hear the key turning in the lock. Before he has even fully opened the door all the way you are running to him. He drops his suitcase and messenger bag in the entryway just in time to open his arms and lift you up as you practically jump him. Neither of you speak for the first few moments of your reunion. You both simply hold each other, breathe in the familiar scents of the other and silently rejoice in the fact that you are together again. Charlie doesn’t put you down as he makes his way over to the couch. He sits down with you now in his lap and holds you tight to his chest, slowly and softly rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head, your temples, your cheeks. You have nestled yourself into the crook of his neck and placed soft kisses there while tangling your fingers in his grown out waves. As you sit up you finally stare into his gorgeous brown eyes which are staring right back at you, into you. Your smile grows as you see the dimples in his face form from smiling at you first. His hands slide down to wrap around your hips as yours come up from his shoulders to cup his face. You still haven’t uttered one word to each other yet as you both meet to join your lips in a deep kiss. A kiss to make up for the last three weeks, you pour every ounce of love and longing you have for him into your lips’ embrace.

Coming up for air far sooner than you would have liked, you run your hands over him wherever they can touch -- solidifying that yes, he’s really here with you. He grabs your hands with his own, encompassing them in his large grasp. “I missed you so much sweetheart” he nearly whispers. You just nod back at him slowly, wrapping your arms around his neck and connecting your forehead with his. “I love you so much, I’m so glad you’ve come home to me”. You smile at each other, knowing how sweet this reunion is for you both.

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Fluffmas Day 6 - with Adam Sackler

Day Six: Last Minute Relief

Adam Sackler x Reader

WC: 951

CW: swearing, implication of sex, anxiety, holiday shopping, Christmas, Sackler is annoying but very cute

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The last gift you had left to get this year was for your sister. She had only asked for this one thing, a one-of-a-kind, handmade art piece that was being sold directly by the artist at one of the many holiday markets in the city. There was only a limited amount of the pieces she wanted and so you were already nervous you wouldn’t get one of them, that small hope turning to a sliver when you discovered the holiday market the artist was set up at was Grand fucking Central. Your boyfriend Adam was tagging along with you, mostly because he helped keep you calm in these kinds of situations, but also after admitting he hadn’t even begun his Christmas shopping yet, only a week before the holiday.

After arriving at the market and navigating toward the artist’s table, you see that theirs had the longest line of any other table around it. “Whooee, this is gonna fuuucking suck for you, Kid” Sackler lovingly said to you before giving you a grin that showed off almost all his teeth. You grumbled and shooed him away to complete his shopping and settled in line, trying your best to stay calm and manifest that you’d get one of the limited pieces for your sister. An hour had passed, and you had made decent headway in line, however there were still more people in front of you than what would have quelled your anxiety about snagging the piece you needed to get. While trying to stay positive you felt big warm hands wrap around you from behind, followed by Sackler nibbling on one of your freezing ears. “Hey! Knock it off, I need to pay attention to when the line moves” you said harshly, immediately feeling bad for taking your anxiety out on your boyfriend.

You started to feel less guilty when Sackler responded to you by trying to stick his tongue in your ear while tightening his grip on you so you couldn’t escape. You end up surrendering and giggling with him, hands resting over his and feeling a little bit lighter about the nerves surrounding your shopping. Sackler rests his chin on your shoulder and mumbles “It’s gonna be fine, Babe. You’ll get the weird little thing your sister wants and if you don’t, I bet I could make some weird shit and she wouldn’t know the difference”. You scoff at his attempt to reassure you, but you were also grateful he was there to remind you that all you could do was wait -- and you were definitely doing that. You spent the next forty minutes slowly scuffling forward in line, giggling at Sackler’s antics to distract you, and stealing kisses from each other. The whole time he was wrapped around you, keeping you warm while you both waited together. You had tried to peek into the backpack he brought to carry the gifts he had gotten, but he was too tall and too quick for you. You settled for just leaning back into his embrace, even when he tried to slip his hands up your shirt.

Finally, it was your turn at the artist’s table. They gave you a friendly smile while you explained what you were looking for. They nodded at you with a knowing smile and turned their attention to Sackler before saying “Oh, yes! Are you the man I spoke to on the phone this morning? I set aside the piece like you had asked about, it’s wrapped up and everything”. They smiled at you both now while your jaw went slack, and you turned to look up at Adam. He thanked the artist for being so accommodating and then met your shocked expression with his own mischievous one before nudging you and saying, “Well c’mon, pay the nice artist who was nice enough to set this aside for you”. You manage to pull out your wallet and hand the cash over to them, thanking them over and over for their willingness to help out. Adam picked up the box with your sister’s gift and used his free hand to start dragging you towards the exit of the market.

It wasn’t until you were on the subway ride back to yours and Adam’s apartment that the shock wore off and you hit your boyfriend in the shoulder. He looked at you shocked before you almost shouted “What the fuck! Why didn’t you tell me you called ahead?! You like watching me freak the fuck out or something? You’re lucky I love you or I’d be kicking your fucking ass right now”. Adam’s dimples are taking up his whole face with how wide his smile is before cackling at you. “Hey, you should be glad your boyfriend is so hot and smart. Besides, I needed you occupied while I got my shit. You get nosey too fuckin’ easily and I needed you focused on something else. I promise I’m not an asshole, just resourceful”. All you could respond with was a dramatic “Pffft” and an equally dramatic eye roll. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze tightly while giving him a sincere look, uttering “Thank you, really. That was very clever and thoughtful of you and I’m really grateful for your help. I love you”. You reach up on your tiptoes and purse your lips out and Sackler gives you a genuine and soft smile before leaning down to oblige your request, kissing your lips and then the tip of your nose. “I love you too, Kid. Aaand I have an idea of how you can show me just how thankful you really are'' before biting on your nose and bracing himself for the mock blow you make to his chest.

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Fluffmas Day 8 - with Adam Sackler

Day Eight: Hot Cocoa

Adam Sackler x Reader

WC: 1,038

CW: talking negatively about food, and they were roommates

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You had been trying desperately to get your roommate to get into the holiday spirit with you since the day December started. Sackler complained every step of the way, saying it was just a “fucked up consumer trap that made people act like fucking animals and use a holiday as an excuse to eat like shit.” Even though he was a total grinch it didn’t deter your attraction to him. You had been crushing hard and the more time you spent trying to include him the harder he was crushing on you also.

“Pleeeeease, Sackler? Just one cup, it’s basically chocolate milk! You drink like a gallon of milk every other day, pleeease?!” you continued to plead, as you had been for over ten minutes now. You had picked up some really nice hot cocoa mix from a holiday market that morning and wanted to drink it and watch an old Christmas movie together. You thought that would be an easy battle to win, but boy oh boy were you wrong. “Fuck. No. That shit is all sugar. Can’t fuckin’ believe you’re even offering, Kid. It’s like you don’t even know me”, he said with a smirk and a poke to your belly. You try to make the case that it’s not the mass-produced shit you would see at the bodega, but homemade and with simple ingredients. “Plus,” you added, “Have you ever even looked at the label on any of the Gatorade bottles you chug every day? They have way more sugar than this!” you emphasized with a stomp. He was really enjoying how worked up you were getting over trying to get him to do this stupid fuckin’ thing with you. “Yeah,” he rebuffed, “But Gatorade has electrolytes in it. At least it’s fuckin’ doing something for me besides giving me an early death.” You roll your eyes and start to retreat, Sackler noticed your defeat. He performs a melodramatic sigh before buckling. “Okay, Kid. I’ll have your fucking sugar milk. Just know you’ll be totally responsible for my diabetes management.” You jumped up and down and did a little victory shimmy before skipping into the kitchen to heat the milk over the stove. As you had made your way into the kitchen, you felt a pinch to your ass. A common Sackler-ism that nonetheless made your heart rate quicken and a flush rise from your chest to your cheeks. You divided the delicious looking cocoa into two mugs having decided to only put the mini marshmallows into yours, not wanting to push your luck with your infuriating yet cute roommate.

You made your way to the sofa and Sackler held out his hands to take one of the mugs from you. You brought the bag of marshmallows with you since the mini ones always melted way too fast for your liking. You had barely plopped down beside him before he looked over at yours and screeched. “What the fuck, Kid! Where’s my mother fucking mallows, huh? That’s really fucked up of you, you know.” You hadn’t believed what you had heard. “Adam! You know what marshmallows are, huh? Pure. Fucking. Sugar. So why don’t you fuck off and turn on the movie”. You attempt to finalize your point by settling your legs over his lap. “W-well,” he stammered, “I just want the full experience. You went on and on about the goddamn miracle of hot cocoa and now you’re trying to deny me the full shebang.” You scoffed before sitting up and rebutting with “Well, I thought you hated sugar so much and I didn’t want to offend you”. You leaned back into your reclined position, about to take another sip when you felt a soft pillowy something pelt you in the forehead. You slowly turned your gaze upward to see Sackler with the widest grin and heard the most mischievous chuckle as he bit his bottom lip. “Did you just throw a fucking marshmallow at me, Sackler?” you seethed. As if any of this was truly enraging -- you ate up this flirty banter like it was your desert island meal. “I dunno, Kid. I mean, I didn’t see anything.” His shit eating grin only seemed to grow. You eyed the bag of mini mallows, and he almost saw the cogs turning in your head. You had barely sat up to set down your mug before his long arms snatched the bag and lifted it high above his head. Before thinking you had crawled into his lap to try and reach for the precariously open bag. After the giggles and play fighting had started to die down you both became aware of the position you were in, sitting in his lap and panting for breath. You stared into each other’s eyes for a silent moment before Sackler leaned forward and caught your lips in a hurried kiss. Without hesitation you grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck and kissed him back with matched passion, giving him access to your mouth for him to tangle his tongue with yours.

When you both came up for air, you kept your hands on his shoulders and his own had wrapped around you, fingers interlaced at the small of your back. Adam hums deeply before announcing “you taste delicious, I like that you taste like chocolate. I am now much more open to drinking cocoa or whatever the fuck if I get to keep tasting it on you.” You huffed at him in response before leaning forward for another kiss. Both of your mugs were now cold but being able to kiss and touch each other seemed much more of a priority. “Does this mean,” you stopped to take another of his kisses. “Does this mean I’m gonna be tasting Gatorade all the time now?” you had said with a smirk of your own before kissing him again. He ran his large paws up and down your thighs before he smacked your ass and squeezed, declaring “damn fuckin’ straight, Sugar Tits. You’re never gonna not be tasting that shit now.” You were not the least bit shocked when you woke up with Sackler in your bed the next morning asking you if people drank hot chocolate in the mornings, too.

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Fluffmas Day 7 - with Kylo Ren

Don't hate me for being 12 hours late to post this.

Day Seven: First Snow

Modern!Kylo Ren x Reader

WC: 1,460

CW: swearing, long-distance relationship (brief)

Twelve Days of Fluffmas Masterlist

You had grown up in Southern California, born in the same town you had spent your whole life up until graduation. Once you graduated high school you moved to Greece to complete your degree there, wanting to immerse yourself in your studies of ancient literature and history. That’s how you met your boyfriend, Kylo. Being the head of a very successful business that was known globally he had come to your university to speak to one of the business programs. You had bumped into him when he was helplessly looking for the correct building. You had felt a spark then, and it only continued to ignite when you ran into him yet again when you went out with friends that night for dinner and drinks. That was four years ago now, and you had recently graduated. Kylo had come back to the European country often to visit you. You hated having such a long-distance relationship, but he made it bearable with how often he was able to visit and the near month-long visits those were. He had taken you back to New York with him during a couple of your summer breaks, however you both preferred traveling around to other countries surrounding Greece a lot more. Kylo had spent much of your senior year in the Grecian town you studied in. He had told you it made his work less infuriating when he knew you’d be waiting for him at the end of the day in the apartment he was renting. You had essentially lived together that whole last year of your undergrad in that apartment, and as your graduation approached you could tell Kylo was getting more and more tense.

One night after he took you to a nice dinner, he stared you down with an intense gaze. “What are you going to do after graduation?” he asked you sternly. You chuckled at him and his severity. He was always serious, but it seemed unnecessary to you considering the topic. “Baby, we’ve talked about this so many times. You helped me with my job applications! You know I have a job lined up at NYU and I’m waiting to hear back on those apartments you refused to help me find,” you jokingly jabbed at him. When you had first asked about what neighborhoods would be good to live in, he just gave you an annoyed look and looked back down at his own computer, furiously typing away. After having stared hard at you, he completely shifted his position so he was sitting right in front of you, his large knees brushed your own. He grabbed both of your hands and squeezed them tight. “Well, what if... What if you uh,” he started, needing to take a deep breath to continue. “What if you moved in with me? My house is big enough for us both to have our own space but I, I just have really loved living with you this past year and I want it to continue -- permanently”. Your smile grew more and more wide as he spoke, your giddiness had you dancing a little in your seat. Once he finished he looked at you expectantly, and you removed your hands from his to wrap around his neck and brought him in closer to embrace him tightly. “Of course, Kylo! My sweet man, I only ever want to start and end each day with you”. You saw him visibly relax, his hands snaking around your body to hold you closer before he pressed soft kisses to your lips.

You had been living with Kylo in his brownstone since you graduated in the summer, and it was now December. Your loving boyfriend only poked a little fun at you when you cursed at how cold it was getting, before taking you out and getting you a warm coat. He wanted to get you other winter gear, but you admitted to him you preferred to wear his hats and scarves, and he always kept your hands warm by wrapping them in his own inside his own coat pockets. You felt truly settled and were enjoying your life in New York, despite it being colder than anything you were used to.

You were woken up by what you thought was someone shining a light in your face. You could tell it was still very early which made you a bit more irked because it was the weekend and you and Kylo were both planning on sleeping in and having a lazy Saturday. When you finally opened your eyes and rubbed the sleep from them you discovered it was not a bright light waking you up, but a sheet of white taking up the entirety of your window. As you gently got up from bed so as not to wake Kylo, you walked to the window as what was happening set in. It was snowing, and it was snowing hard. You guessed there was at least three inches that had accumulated on your balcony with no sign of it letting up any time soon. You started squealing with excitement before you turned and ran to the bed Kylo still soundly slept in. Your eagerness clouded your regard for his desire to sleep in, crawling over him so that you were straddling his waist while you shook him awake. “Kylo, Baby! It’s snowing!! Isn’t this amazing? It’s so white and beautiful, and I could even see individual snowflakes! Come on, you have to come look! Get up!” you quickly spat out.

The response you got was a big groan accompanied by two large, strong hands gripping the thighs that were caging him in your hold. Finally, he spoke, sleep thick in his deep gravelly voice: “My sweet, sexy, love of my life. What the fuck are you doing waking me up at the crack of fucking dawn on a Saturday over snow? Come back to bed”. You matched his annoyed groan and laid your hands flat on either of his pecs before hovering your face over his. “I’ve never seen snow in real life before, you big grump. I want to experience it with you, so please wake up so you can show me the best way to kick your tight little ass in a snowball fight,” you said with a smile before kissing him all over his face. You were soon met with a playful growl before he lifted you up out of bed with him, carrying you both to the master bathroom to get ready for your first snow day.

The first stop of the day was Kylo taking you to get proper snow boots. The Prada quilted snow boots kept your feet warm and dry, so you were able to continue walking around the city to finish getting fully prepared for your first NYC winter. Kylo then took you to get waterproof gloves and snow pants, along with a cheap sled. Once you were fully decked out in winter gear you were on your way to Central Park’s Pilgrim Hill. Kylo smiled at you and told you how you looked more excited than most of the young children running around, but you could have cared less. You made Kylo sled down the hill over and over, his size pulling you down the hill that much faster. He indulged in a snowball fight with you which you thought was a fair fight, considering your boyfriend totally cheated with stolen kisses, lots of giggles, and him coming up behind you and lifting you so you couldn’t pelt him with snowballs. You hadn’t seen Kylo smile this much in a long time, and you were grateful your lack of experience with snow could bring him that level of happiness.

You became more aware of how tired you were the closer you got back home. Kylo basically had to carry you up the stairs to your front door and did end up carrying you up the stairs to your bedroom once you were inside, your arms and legs wrapped around him. He started filling up the large bathtub with hot water and lavender smelling bubble bath before turning to you and peeling off your wet layers. Once he helped you into the bath he stripped and joined you, pulling you back against his chest and holding you close. “Did you have a good day, my little snow queen? Are you satisfied with your first snow?” Kylo’s gentle voice resonated through your whole body, helping in your relaxation along with his rubbing of your sore muscles. “Mmmhmm” you mumbled. “I had so much fun, Baby. Thank you so much for giving me the best day. I love snow and I love you”. He softly laughed at your sleepy words, keeping the warm water covering your body as you drifted off in his hold.

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Fluffmas Day 12 - with Paterson

Day Twelve: Found Family

Paterson x gn!Reader

WC: 1,687

CW: Christmas, happy family dynamics, things get a little hot for a sec, mentions of mental health, Paterson’s perspective

Twelve Days of Fluffmas Masterlist

It was so scary moving out here to be with them, but I can’t see myself anywhere else now. Washington is much, much different than New Jersey. I can drive for a mere ten minutes before I’m at the ocean. That’s barely even a couple of songs on the radio, I couldn’t even have a quick phone call in that amount of time. When they first walked into the bar I was a goner, and the more they stayed over at my small home I moved into after Laura left, the more I realized they were my home, not the four walls that sheltered us most nights. I’ll never forget the day they told me their job would be wrapping up in three month’s time. I blurted out my stream of thought before I could filter myself. “Are you going back to Seattle?” I can still hear the desperation in my voice, the small cracks in my heart beginning to splinter. They walked up to me from the other side of the kitchen and wrapped me up in their arms so tightly, making me feel safe. “I am, Honey. I know this is a lot to ask, but will you please come with me? I don’t want to be without you, not for a moment. I need you.” I still grapple with the fact that they feel as much for me as I do for them. I would be so lost without them, no anchor or heart to reside in. It required no thought on my part to accept and immediately begin looking for places to move to in the city. I had never lived anywhere besides Paterson, but my home was wherever I could have them close to me.

That was several years ago, and it was almost Christmas now. Our apartment in Queen Anne in Seattle had cozy lights all around along with the smell of something delicious. We were having some of our friends over for dinner, along with their parents. I take a moment to look around at the life we have created together and I can feel my chest begin to tighten, my eyes slightly stinging. My lover is shaking their hips to a song I don’t recognize blasting from the kitchen speaker. I think of all the things that have made us a family, them and I. It started for me when their parents started making me my favorite food on my birthday, then when their brother asked me to be the best man in his wedding. After we had lived here for a year they got a promotion and I started taking poetry classes and feeling the desire to try and put my work out into the world. We were a unit and flourishing separately and also together. They support me and never push, and I can pick up on the ebbs and flows of their mental health, always making sure they know they’re safe and cared for. As I stare at them from my spot in the living room, shaking their perfect hips and watching all the parts of them I love jiggle and shake in time with the music, my heart and feet carry me to them. I have to hold them, grab their flesh in my hands to remind me that this is all real. They are more my family than those whom I grew up with. They’ve given me more of a family than I ever thought I would deserve. I reach up over our heads to turn down the volume dial on the speaker so they can hear me whisper in their ear “I love you so much. Thank you for giving me a family, finding me and making me your own.” I feel their smaller hands reach behind us and push my body closer to theirs until we are connected. Feeling their full, round ass pressed up against my front is not helping with me trying to be sentimental. “I love you so much too, Honey. I love our family, and I’m so grateful I have you as the center of it.” They turn around to continue, letting me fall deep into the two round pools I could die happily drowning in. “Now, please kiss me before I perish.” They giggle at themselves and I follow along, leaning down until my lips meet theirs. Their hands delicately slide up my forearms as I squeeze the ample flesh at their sides, the sensation giving me goosebumps all over. The way their lips feel on mine, how their tongue feels like it belongs entwined with my own is something I will never take advantage of or get used to.

I’ve never felt so sure of who my family was before them. The things they have given me, both material and emotional I can now never live without. I feel their fingernails scrape gently up my neck and pull my hair to push my face even closer to theirs and I happily oblige. Our kisses are getting more heated, and I can’t help but push them back against the kitchen counter. They moan into my mouth and I can feel my erection quickly growing from the beautiful sounds. I trail my hands up from the hips over the soft rolls of their tummy, climbing up to knead their breasts for just a moment before wrapping my large hands around their back to attempt to bring them even closer to me. I don’t know how my large nose squished into theirs isn’t uncomfortable but I hear no objections from their perfect mouth. I try to put all my love and appreciation for the family they’ve given me into my touch, my kiss. I think they understand, they always do. “I’m so glad we found each other, Paterson. I wouldn’t want to live my life with anyone else.” I feel selfish for not letting them speak fully, having to push out words in between my insistence at our lips staying connected. I can’t help myself, they are what I need, always. I give in eventually, letting the both of us catch our breath while I rest my forehead on theirs. I brush my nose against their own before I reply “I’m so glad I found you, for the family I found through you.” I see their soft smile at my words and it makes me squeeze them tighter.

Just as we’ve let our lust cool for the time being, the most miraculous proof of my found family comes bounding in the front door. “Daddy!!” The four year old yells while running at me, giving me only a moment to brace myself and catch them in my embrace. I lift them up in my arms and kiss them all over, making them laugh - my favorite sound in the world. “Daddy, Grandma and Grandpa got me a toy bus that is just like the one you used to drive! I wish I could have drived the bus with you.” I can’t help but let my smile reach my ears. This child was the fruition of my love for the person behind me, a sign for all the world to see that I have found my family, and they have found someone they can count on. I squeeze them tight and as I begin to let them down, they hang onto me tighter, not wanting me to let go. I am happy to hold them as long as they will let me, squeezing them closer to my chest and inhaling the baby smell that thankfully still lingers.

Grandma and Grandpa make their entrance not far behind my baby, looking flustered but happy to be in our home. “I think they’re really going through a Daddy phase right now.” My love’s mother says to me as he gives me a hug from the side without a child attached. I look at her and try not to show how gleeful that makes me feel, trying to show sympathy. “They wouldn’t stop talking about you all night, and woke up so early to get back home to see you.” Just last night as I was laying in bed a call came in from my love’s phone. I’ve upgraded my phone since our child was born, but still don’t want a smartphone, which they have no problem with. I see it’s their mother and I worry something has happened, so I pick up and answer the call. My child’s face takes up the whole of the screen and I realize it’s a video call. My heart drops to my stomach when I see tears streaked down their face. “What’s wrong, Sweetie? Are you okay?” I hear a sniffle on the other end before their precious little voice rings out from the speakers. “I miss you, Daddy. You aren’t here to read my favorite story or scratch my back like you do at home. I don’t wanna sleep without you with me.” My heart breaks but simultaneously I feel so much pride knowing my family needs me so much. I give them a genuine smile before saying in a soft voice “I miss you too, Baby. I wish I was there to scratch your back for you, but the sooner you fall asleep the sooner you can wake up and come home to us. Can you do that for me? I can sit here on the phone with you until you fall asleep.” At this moment is when you walk in from the shower and climb into bed beside me. “Is everything okay,” you whisper. I nod and let you peek at the screen. After our baby falls asleep, your mother thanks me and hangs up and I wrap my arms around you before drifting off myself feeling so content and like I perfectly fit into a puzzle of my own design.

As I now hold my growing baby in one arm and my love in the other, looking across the room at their parents, I cannot contain how happy I feel to be able to share the holidays and my life with this family I found.

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Kylo’s love language is gift giving, how very appropriate.

This is so good! 💕

Fluffmas Day 5 - with Kylo Ren

Hey, so uh, don't hate me for making this longer than the Mississippi River. I'm just outing myself as a Kylo simp and that's okay.

Day Five: Gift Giving

Modern!Kylo Ren x Reader

WC: 2,010 (laughs in delirium)

CW: swearing, mentions of wealth, tattoos, lots of words to read, allusions to sexy times

Twelve Days of Fluffmas Masterlist

Kylo was always generous when it came to giving you things. You had wanted for nothing the two years that you had been dating. That is to say, he was generous in terms of materialistic things, nice dinners, even pleasuring you. You loved the things he gave you, but you wished you saw him more. He worked so hard and even when you two were together he would have his phone notifications on full volume not risking missing anything. You admired his work ethic, but missed being present with him. Christmas was in four days and you were having trouble trying to find something to give him. What did you give your boyfriend who had everything he wanted and also definitely had way more money than you? You figured you’d go with something more on the sentimental side than something like a new tie, or the cufflinks with your initials which you had gotten him last year. It did make you smile seeing him wear them almost every day, and you were thinking of something that would make him feel like you belonged to him like the cufflinks made you feel like he belonged to you.

So that’s how you found yourself in a Manhattan tattoo parlor filling out paperwork after you had met Kylo on his lunch break. Your request was simple enough that the artist was able to see you the same day. You were excited about your gift for him, and felt in your heart and soul that he was it for you so such a permanent Christmas gift wasn’t so daunting to you. After you were all wrapped up you made your way back to the home you and Kylo shared on the Upper East Side, specifically the ridiculously large and luxurious home on 64th Street that you felt you two had no business occupying, let alone Kylo living there alone before he met you. You put away the groceries you picked up on the way home and started preparing the steaks for dinner, Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange playing loudly through the bluetooth speaker in the kitchen.

You heard the front door open and shut, followed by the heavy steps of your big man lumbering towards the kitchen to find you. You had just come in from setting the table that was out on the back patio, never one to not take advantage of nice weather in the city. At your first appraisal of him, Kylo looks exhausted and frankly very grumpy. You hope a nice dinner and being home with you helps turn his mood around. He forces out an exhale when you approach him but opens his arms, beckoning you into his hold. You let him hold you, even when his hands snake down your back to gently squeeze and hold your ass. Not even in a sexual way, just seemed to bring him comfort after his long day. “C’mon, Hot Stuff. Take your jacket and shoes off and come outside for dinner. I made your favorite” you instructed him with a smile before picking up the bottle of red wine you got earlier and made your way out back.

When Kylo joined you again, he already seemed more relaxed. You were relieved to know being home with you made him this way. He had told you before that coming back to his empty home would make him aware of how lonely he was and would stress him out more than his actual job. You took pride in making his life more relaxed, more content and full of love rather than loneliness. You both ate while telling each other about the day you had, making each other chuckle and giving each other simple touches - him squeezing your thigh and you stroking his forearm. When you both were finished, you stacked your plates and refilled both wine glasses and Kylo pulled out a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his slacks. He passed it over to you and casually mentioned “Here’s one of your Christmas gifts. I need to give it to you now or the rest won’t make sense”. You furrowed your eyebrows at him but took the beat up and creased piece of paper with trepidatious fingers and unfolded it. “I’m sorry, Baby, but I don’t understand what I’m looking at” you say softly as you look back up at him with confusion covering your face. He gives you his signature heart-stopping smirk, exposing his dimples and a few of his adorable teeth and says nonchalantly “It’s my work schedule starting tomorrow through the end of February”. You look down again at the paper and see nothing there. “Oh,” you mumble before clarifying: “But there’s nothing on any of the days?” He nods at you with his smirk still on his face before he pulls out his phone and pulls up an email.

“That’s right, Angel. I’m not doing any work from now until the first of March, just spending time with my girl at this cabin I rented for us”. He let you scroll through the reservation email, while it sank in. You’d be alone with Kylo for months with his full attention, work temporarily left behind. This was so much better than any piece of jewelry or luxury perfume he could’ve gotten you. This is what you have truly longed for for so long. Tears threaten to spill over the rims of your eyes as you meet his stare. His smirk drops and is exchanged for a look of horror. “Fuck. Do you not like it? We can go somewhere else, or, I understand if maybe you don’t want to be isolated with me for that long, I can cancel the--”. You shut him up by jumping in his lap and pressing your lips to his, burrowing your fingers in his wavy inky locks. His large hands grip you tight around you and kisses you back with equal ferocity. When you have to begrudgingly lean back for air, you say “Have I ever told you just how great you are at gift giving? Seriously, this is the best gift I could have ever gotten from you. The only thing I want to do is spend time with you, never think I don’t. I am so excited. Thank you so much, Baby!”. He then smiles so wide it takes up his whole face, and runs his hands up your back to pull you in closer again to continue kissing you.

The cabin Kylo had rented was more like a log mansion. Though despite its size it was still very cozy, your favorite part being the hot tub on the back deck. The snow surrounding the upstate property added to the Christmas aesthetic and made you feel very much in the holiday spirit. True to his word, Kylo hadn’t done a lick of work, barely even looking at his phone. You had been constantly connected to each other since you stepped inside two days ago, always touching, always kissing and holding each other. It was now Christmas Eve and you and Kylo had spent a long while in the hot tub, then climbing into bed. You were so happy and content spending time away from real life here with him. “Kylo, Baby, I’m so excited to be here until March! Avoiding reality in a place so nice is a real treat”. You barely had finished talking before he started laughing. Laughing. You glare at him full of confusion and damn near embarrassment. “What’s so funny?” you spit. He realized how he must have come across and started backtracking. “Oh, Baby, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just that we won’t be here until March. We’re actually leaving the day after tomorrow”. Your heart sank, you thought your vacation would last longer than a few days.

Kylo could see the disappointment on your face and kicked himself internally. “I better give you another Christmas gift now, before you leave me” he chuckles. He gets out of bed and goes through one of his bags before coming back, handing you an envelope. You eye him with annoyance before lifting the flap and looking at the envelope’s contents. Several plane tickets, specifically first class tickets departing from La Guardia and landing in…. France, Monaco, Italy, and Greece. Holy fucking shit. Not only do you get to spend one on one time with the love of your life, you get to do it in Europe, for two whole months. “So, what do you think? Are you still my girl?” Kylo asks with a smile, seeing the shock on your face and noticing how you were unable to speak. Him asking if you were still his, even in jest, reminded you of your gift and how insignificant it seemed now. You were nervous that he’d be resentful even though you knew he wouldn’t care if you hadn’t gotten him anything in actuality. After a few silent moments you thickly swallowed and made eye contact with the amber eyes that now looked a little nervous. “This… this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I really don’t know how to articulate how floored I am, Kylo. This is a dream come true, you have no idea. I feel like my gift totally sucks now. I’m sorry, I wish I had done more”.

He was quick to shush you, pulling you into his lap while he rocked you and kissed your temple. “No no no, Baby. You being with me is honestly a gift every day. Being loved by you is something no bought gift could compare to, really. I can confidently say anything you thought worth giving me I will love. Can I have it now or are you going to make me wait until tomorrow?” he asks with his arms still snuggly wrapped around you. You giggle before replying “You can open it now. We will have to bring it with us, though”. You revel in his expression before scrambling off his lap and stand on the side of the bed in front of him before sliding your silk pajama bottoms down your legs. “Wh- Angel, what are you doing? Are you my present?” he chuckles before watching you start to pull your panties down as well. His eyes are wide as your gift becomes visible. His legs swing off the side of the bed in a flash, you now caged between them while he sits up and yanks you closer to the lamp on the bedside table. On the apex of your left thigh sits the tattoo. About two inches in size, the simple red heart houses black lettering spelling out “K R” in a calligraphic font on the inside. A solid few minutes pass with Kylo’s extremely tight grip on your hips, his eyes locked on the healing tattoo as his breathing becomes more labored. He finally tears his eyes away to look at you, his expression unreadable. He is either really pissed or about to pin you underneath him. You soon discover it’s the latter.

When you’re nestled into his chest later about to drift off, you sleepily ask “So I assume you like your gift?”. His laugh rumbles through his chest and he pulls you higher up his body so he can kiss your cheek, his fingers gently tracing the healing inked flesh. “I can’t believe you did that, but I have never loved anything I’ve ever gotten more, besides you of course. I wanna get you the skimpiest swimsuits now so everyone on our trip knows who you belong to. This is the best gift, Baby. You knew exactly what would mean the most to me”. You wrap your arms tighter around his bare chest and place a kiss in between his pecs as a response. You then start giggling at the thought you just had -- you and Kylo both were so extra when it came to gift giving. You were made for each other in so many ways, and now you could add that to the list.

If you made it this far, thank you so much! I hope you liked it :)

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This is so soft and adorable 💕💕

Fluffmas Day 1 - with Clyde Logan

Day One: Putting Up the Tree

Clyde Logan x Reader

WC: 969

CW: mentions of marriage, holidays, Christmas, family

why do I wanna be Mrs. Logan so damn bad?????

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My 12 Days of Fluffmas Masterlist

This was your first Christmas together as a married couple. Before this, you and Clyde would put up a few decorations, but spent most of the holiday at Jimmy’s with the rest of the Logan family. Now that you had moved into your new home on the wooded property Clyde had found, it was really game on. As you followed your husband down yet another row of identical looking trees you were quickly beginning to understand just how seriously Clyde took Christmas, as if him proposing on Christmas eve the year previous wasn’t enough. You had pointed out a few that you liked and thought would look nice in your living room, but your husband was very particular about the tree he wanted in your home.

The night before you were laying in bed and had asked him when you’d be getting the tree you were now hunting for. “Well, darlin’, there’s a farm my momma and daddy always took us to growin’ up,” he hesitates before continuing, “or we could always get an artificial one if that’s what ya prefer”. You look at him wide-eyed and scoff. “I would rather die right here, right now, than have a fake Christmas tree in my home. We’ll go to the farm and continue the Logan tradition” you say with finality. Clyde is smiling at you now, you can almost see the twinkle in his eye. “Ya see, dumplin’, that’s jus’ one of the many reasons why I married ya” he says before pouncing on you and tickling you until you're giggling and squirming underneath him.

You think to yourself how much you’d prefer to be back in that cozy bed warmed up by your large husband right now than walking through the infinite aisles of trees in the cold West Virginian winter air. Clyde had told you he was gonna take a second look at one he was eyeing. When he came back, however, he was wrapping his arms around you from behind with both hands holding hot chocolate. You crane your head to the side to see him smiling down at you, your sweet man. He leans down to place the softest kiss on your lips, warming your cold nose with his own. You grab your cup and turn around to wrap your arms around Clyde’s middle. “M’sorry I’m bein’ so picky ‘bout the tree. Jus’ wannit to be perfect” he says with a kiss to the top of your head. You smile up at him and reply “I know, baby. I want a good one too”. You peer around the side of your wide husband to see a tree standing almost on its own, not really in line with the others. “What about that one, honey? I think it might check all your boxes for the perfect tree” you say with a wink as you point to the tree with your empty hand. Clyde turns around and walks toward the tree. As you walk to catch up, he’s rubbing his flesh hand over his mouth as he circles the tree, appraising it. Taking sips of his cocoa to help make a final decision, he looks up at you. “I like this one, honeybun. Whaddya think?” You smile and nod eagerly at him. He nods back with his signature pout before he lightly jogs to the main entrance, coming back with a handsaw. You are enamored with the show of watching your big man get down and start sawing away at the trunk of the tree. You grip the tree near the top as Clyde gets closer to sawing all the way through. Once it’s tied to the top of the car and the ticket has been paid, you are off back to your home to put it up and decorate.

Classic Christmas music plays softly in the background as Clyde finishes setting up the tree in the stand, making sure it’s secure and has enough water. You bring over the strings of lights and offer an end to Clyde before you stand on the other side of the tree. You both giggle as you take turns hugging the tree trying to evenly wrap the lights around it, eventually giving the rest to your husband who can reach the top. You are laying out all the ornaments and notice an older looking box. “Baby, what’s this?” you ask Clyde as he makes his way to look over your shoulder. He puts his flesh hand on your shoulder and his prosthetic hand grips your hip. “Those’r some ornaments from my momma’s collection. These’ve been on my family’s tree since before I think even Jimmy was born” he almost whispers into your ear. You smile and begin taking them out and carefully placing them on the tree and Clyde follows suit. You and Clyde then place the ornament that you had gotten that morning. A new ornament each year was a tradition you wanted to start and Clyde thought it was a great idea.

After the ornaments, new and old, are on the tree, you hand your very tall husband the topper. He places the star on the top with ease and comes back to stand at your side. With hands wrapped around each other, you both look at your first tree with pride and so much love for each other and the life you’ve begun to create together. When you look up at Clyde he’s already looking at you with a soft smile. “I love ya so much, honeybun. ‘M so happy to be makin’ memories with ya like this”. You beam up at him and squeeze him a little tighter to you. “Me too, baby. I’m never gonna forget about this, our first Christmas tree. I love you”. He cups your face in his warm hand and kisses you deeply. Yeah, you won’t be forgetting this moment.