#glee have yourself a merry little christmas

[cryscendo]

kurt hummel in every performance

4x10 - Glee, Actually

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas - New Directions

[datshitrandom]

Klaine moments by episode | 4.10 Glee, Actually

[jauntilyplacedcaps]

[gleesongtournament]

Glee Song Tournament Round 2

[pseudowho]

Post-ShibuyaAU! Grey Nanami Kento...

🎄Christmas Headcanons

(help me find the Nanami artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

As an accompaniment to my story, Grey (link here); an AU where Nanami survives Shibuya exploration because I'm never going to be over his loss.

Merry Christmas, from Haitch, @silkspunweb and Greynami

Part 1 of Greynami Headcanons, link here

Part 2 of Greynami Headcanons, link here

Warnings: Severe injury (burns, eye loss), PTSD, alcohol use, depression, light smut, angst, AU headcanons

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Before he met you:

AU!Nanami Kento who is barely holding himself together on the first Christmas after the Shibuya Incident, healed but not.

AU!Nanami Kento who spends most of his December evenings drinking himself to sleep, in a sleepy haze on the sofa while Christmas specials run quietly in the background.

AU!Nanami Kento who starts hunting Curses of his own jurisdiction, losing track of the days as he sweeps from case to case, kill to kill, nobody's servant.

AU!Nanami Kento who finds a family home and all of its corpses while he's on the hunt for a Curse; stepping over the bloodied threshold, shoes crunching on stained broken glass, he only realises it's Christmas Eve by the stockings hung out and the little broken bodies of their owners beneath them.

AU!Nanami Kento who cries himself to sleep.

AU!Nanami Kento who works through Christmas despite being ill, trying to numb his fear and loneliness, isolated but unable to ask for help.

AU!Nanami Kento who ends up in Shoko's care again; not taking care of himself, not sleeping, and not eating, so a cold grows into an infection and he welcomes in the New Year in a feverish daze in a Jujutsu High hospital bed.

AU!Nanami Kento who declines all visitors, the curtains pulled round his bed.

AU!Itadori Yuuji, Ino Takuma and Gojo Satoru, who leave Kento's gifts by the door for Shoko to collect.

After he meets you:

AU!Nanami Kento who would have planned to keep his head down and keep working, ignoring the Christmas lights and music...if not for you, so excited as the holiday approaches, making his heart swell.

AU!Nanami Kento who grasps your joy with both hands, clinging desperately to the hope for a happier life.

AU!Nanami Kento who lets you know he's ready to partake, by quietly sending his Christmas playlist to you. You never mention it, but begin a silent exchange of each adding new songs to the playlist. Kento hears you giggling in the kitchen as he adds a new one while brushing his teeth.

AU!Nanami Kento who looks at Jujutsu High, and all of its orphaned, abandoned or lonely children.

AU!Nanami Kento who kisses you back into the sofa cushions when you give him an unequivocal yes to his cautious Christmas Day Grand Plan proposal, with you, laughing and squeaking as he nuzzles with glee into your pyjama collar.

AU!Jujutsu High Staff and Kids, who begin to receive lovingly handwritten Christmas Day invitations from Kento and you.

AU!Nanami Kento who brushes off any offers of compensation from those who accept his invitation- and everybody accepts. Just bring yourself, he insists.

AU!Nanami Kento who doesn't take a mission for weeks; he's far too busy making lists, ensuring everyone attending has gifts to open, making recipe and aesthetic Pinterest boards and sharing them with you. Your evenings are spent toe-to-toe on the sofa, feet affectionately rubbing against each other's, discussing recipes and decorations.

AU!Nanami Kento whose love for you only grows when you throw yourself wholeheartedly into making preparations with him. You take up crochet; Kento becomes a plant dad, keen for his home to look more homely.

AU!Nanami Kento who sets his alarm early on Christmas morning, only to find you've beaten him to it and are already in the kitchen. He can't resist sneaking up on you, and you shriek in a puff of flour when he picks you up from behind, spinning you and popping you up onto the counter, scarred face blowing raspberries into your chest as you hit at him with a wooden spoon.

AU!Nanami Kento who starts the Christmas playlist, spinning you round the living room for just one song; there's just so much to do.

AU!Nanami Kento who bakes the gingerbread and pastries while you prepare the dinner, flicking flour and potato peelings at each other as you sing along (badly) to Christmas music.

AU!Nanami Kento who has a momentary pang of anxiety about his scars and eye patch, before you hand him the ugliest Christmas jumper he's ever seen in his life. He looks at you in disgust, but his face breaks into a smile as you step out in your matching jumper.

AU!Nanami Kento who struggles weakly as you pin him against the wall, pulling his cardigan off him and replacing it with the jumper. He struggles a little harder when you replace his eyepatch with a Christmassy one.

AU!Nanami Kento who can barely reach the Christmas tree light switch, for all the presents stacked around it.

AU!Nanami Kento who is overjoyed when people begin pouring through the door, shedding coats and scarves, bearing gifts of food, drinks, and board games, with Inumaki bringing his whole carefully packed games console.

AU!Nanami Kento whose home is suddenly, overwhelmingly full of love, laughter and merriment, watching you ensure everyone has drinks and snacks while he finishes dinner. Being in the kitchen makes it easier to hide that he's tearing up a bit.

AU!Nanami Kento whose dining table ends up too small to hold all of the people, so it holds the food instead, and the people find perches on chairs, the floor, footstools, in a giant Christmas picnic.

AU!Nanami Kento who is too full-up to move...but never too full to thrash Inumaki and Yuuji at Mario Kart.

AU!Nanami Kento who gives Maki some more burn ointment and a short one-armed squeeze, while she and Yuuta warm up the mulled wine in the kitchen.

AU!Nanami Kento who is just so bad at charades.

AU!Nanami Kento who almost weeps with laughter watching you, Nobara and Megumi play Twister after too much to drink.

AU!Nanami Kento who has left mistletoe above an unreasonable amount of doorways, starting a drunken cheek-kissing competition between the party attendees. Takuma Ino is winning, ambushing all passers-by in the bathroom doorway, male or female.

AU!Nanami Kento who was, of course, happy for Yoshino Junpei to bring his mother too; she spends the evening smoking and laughing by a garden firepit with Shoko, while Junpei, Yuuji and the others begin an irresponsible arm wrestling competition.

AU!Maki who wipes the floor with everyone.

AU!Nanami Kento who spirits you away to a dark, quiet nook, peeking round the corner before pulling the cupboard door closed, kissing you deeply and sinking his fingers into your hair to the distant sounds of revelry, which might as well be a hundred miles away.

AU!Nanami Kento who, to his surprise, welcomes Satoru as a late attendee. There is a quiet exchange at the door, before Kento allows Satoru to pull him in for a hug. Just one. It's Christmas after all.

AU!Nanami Kento who must accept many more hugs before the night is over, everyone overjoyed by their gifts.

AU!Nanami Kento who chokes up a little bit when he opens his first present from you; a tie, identical to his leopard print one lost at Shibuya. Found it on eBay, you insist as he pulls it on over his Christmas jumper to applause.

AU!Nanami Kento who waves everyone home with you, snuggled beside him under one arm, until the house is finally quiet and still, the love still remaining in every nook, every cobweb, every scrap of wrapping paper.

AU!Nanami Kento who curls up on the sofa with you, warm and whole under a blanket, until the kisses get deeper and hands start wandering-- let's get to bed, he insists, discarding your Christmas jumpers on the floor.

AU!Nanami Kento who has finished off Christmas in the very best way (in his humble opinion); in between your legs, gazing at you in unadulterated adoration as you whisper your love to him in the lamplight.

AU!Nanami Kento who reaches over you into his bedside drawer, just before sleep washes over you; just one more gift, he hushes behind your ear, and your heart leaps into your throat as his fingers unfold in front of you, to reveal a single tiny square box.

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Merry Christmas, you beautiful little sausages.

-- Haitch xxx

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚

A day at the station reveals more truth than you could have ever imagined — not in the presence of your boys and little ones, or how they were so gentle with the young ones in their joy for festivities.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༄ Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ༄ 1.1k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ༄ Fluff, Bucky is really good with kids (despite the almost debilitating injury), implied spice, Baby Fever

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ༄ I am not projecting, am I?

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ༄ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The station was bursting with life; screams of glee and shouts of joy echoed off of the brick walls of the garage. Children were dashing back and forth, mitten-covered hands covered in snow, while balls of the flurries were being pelted to and fro, hitting the shoulders and backs of everyone in range of the deadly projectiles. 

You were standing just inside the garage door, leaning against the opening with a fond smile pulling at your lips. The children, while only small, had power behind each throw that impressed not only you, but the whole of the crew. 

Though, you only had eyes for the men that were standing either side of their snowman — the ugly Christmas sweaters you gave them both that morning contrasted against the dull white of the snow they were fiddling with. 

Bucky’s voice carried over to you, and he sounded frustrated at the workings of his partner and his way with the snow. “No, Stevie, I told you, you gotta do it like–” 

SMACK

Snow covered Bucky’s side, falling to the cold pavement beneath his feet. 

His accusing stare scanned the crowd of children for the culprit; all of them squealed and ran for cover as he advanced. “That’s it! You’re all gettin’ thrown in the snow!”

You laughed heartily as Bucky chased them; his arms wide as they giggled with the thrill. From the corner of your eyes, you spotted Steve walking towards you, and his boots crunched over the snow on the pavement. He leaned against the wall next to you. 

“He’s so damn dramatic,” Steve said, a slight laugh in his voice. “I swear.”

“He’s your husband,” you reminded him, winking. “Besides, it’s cute.”

One of the children shouted as Bucky cornered them and scooped her into his arms. “Uncle—uncle! It wasn’t me!”

Steve laughed when the child squirmed, and Bucky grunted as one of their snow-boot clad feet connected with his inner thigh, and oh so close to–

“Dammit,” Bucky groaned, ignoring their giggles. “Shit.” 

The kid fled from the crime scene, leaving Bucky buckled over in either shock or pain, you could not tell.

“He said a naughty word,” a boy cried, pointing at Bucky. The parents that were lounging in the garage laughed and shook their heads, and Bucky, the angel he ever was, looked at the boy with a sickly-sweet smile. 

“Only grownups can say that, alright?” he reaffirmed, voice still strained as he attempted to stand straight. The boy nodded and ran off to join the others, and then Steve strode forward. Bucky narrowed his eyes. “What’re you doin’, Stevie?” 

Steve shook his head, and what happened next made your heart swell. 

Both men, so similar in stature, stood side by side to watch the kids run rampant through the yard of the station; matching sweaters in blues and golds, then reds and greens. 

The child who had almost given Bucky a grievous injury suddenly appeared at his side, and they hugged his knees, their lips moving as they spoke. Bucky leaned down to pick the kid up and place them on his hip, where their feet swung back and forth across his back and front. 

“Oh,” you whispered, and your hand moved to cover your mouth, stifling the sound of your affection. The kid’s lips were moving, and so were Steve’s; Bucky was staring between the two with a deep affection that you yourself felt in your soul. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, so consumed in the sight of the two men interacting with a child with such ease, as though they were naturally paternal. “Oh, no.”

Two sets of blue eyes found yours, and you started in place. “You alright, Cherry?” Bucky asked, raising his chin; a spark of mischief in his stare. “We don’t have anythin’ on our faces, do we?”

“No,” you said, far too quickly, and you cursed yourself. “No, you’re fine—totally fine. I was admiring your sweaters.”

Bucky scrunched his nose and laughed — the kind that warmed you from the inside. 

The sweaters they wore, while ugly, were a blessing as the day wore on — chilled air whipped through the snow-covered trees, and you shivered just as Steve yelled, “C’mon, inside, kids! We can get Buck here to whip up some hot cocoa.”

The children screamed at the mention of hot cocoa, and Bucky rolled his eyes. “Typical—put me on drink duty,” he grumbled, and he leaned closer to Steve as you grabbed his arm. “You son of a–”

“Buck! There are children,” you admonished, shaking his arm. “Behave, you brute—don’t be a Grinch. Green looks good on you, but not that good.”

He strode away to the trestle tables that were filled to the point of collapsing with treats — baked goods and warm drinks only covering the beginnings of the festive feast. Kids were running beneath his feet, but he never faltered, only laughing with them as they darted forward to beat him to the goods. 

“Cherry?”

You blinked and looked around. Steve was staring at you, a small, knowing smile on his pretty lips. “What?”

The warmth from his body drew you in, and he put an arm over your shoulder to pull you closer. “You’re lookin’ pretty cute watching Buck and the kids… Somethin’ I should know?”

Time froze; stopping in its tracks with no care for how you were left flailing behind. What? 

“Wha– What do you mean?” you squeaked, staring straight into ocean eyes, absolutely and positively floored. “What the hell do you mean, ‘something I should know’?”

That same smile stayed on his lips as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear. “Don’t play innocent, now, darlin’. It doesn’t suit you.”

You spluttered and pushed away from Steve, the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. Sure, you had thought of it, especially after seeing Bucky hold the child with such ease; after Steve took to wrangling the many kids so effortlessly. 

In a last-ditch effort to protect what dignity you felt you had left, you narrowed your eyes at the blond. “No.”

“No?” he repeated, almost laughing. “What do you mean, no?”

“No.” 

Steve shook his head, and stepped closer. “Never you mind, doll. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“There is no secret,” you huffed, and you grudgingly let him pull you to his side again, his warm, callused hand rubbing up and down your arm; over your own warm, ugly sweater. “None at all.”

“‘Course not,” Steve agreed coyly, that damned boyish smirk on his lips. 

You watched Bucky hand out the drinks, carefully insisting each and every kid take their time and mind their feet so they didn’t trip and spill their drinks; all while that smile, charming and sweet, never left his lips. 

And, you reluctantly realised, maybe Steve had a point. “Oh, boy,” you murmured, quiet enough that no one, not even Steve, heard you. “Oh, boy.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[beneathstarryskies]

Merry Smutmas! 🎄Header by @actuallysaiyan

Word Count: 1,158

Summary: Cloud relents and helps you put up the Christmas tree, and the closeness offered by such an activity leads to a little fun.

Warnings: oral (f recieving), fluff, grumpy Cloud

Wanna be tagged in 12 Days of Smutmas? Lemme know!

Cloud was reluctant to take part in decorating. It just sounded like a lot of work just to put up decorations that would take up more space in the apartment only to be packed up in a few weeks all over again. It was sort of silly and pointless in his opinion. 

“Fine, fine I’ll just go to get a tree by myself,” you’d said with a small pout on your face. 

“Suit yourself,” Cloud shrugged. 

Little does he know you’ve been delightfully perusing the tree selection, drinking hot cocoa, and gleefully imagining stuffing the largest tree you can afford into the apartment just to bother him. Your glee was short-lived when you realize…Well, now you have to get the thing home. You’re grunting and whining to yourself as you drag the tree home. 

As you struggle getting the tree home, you begin feeling a little sad that you’re going through all this trouble, and the only person you have to share it with doesn’t even care. You manage to drag into the apartment, but then you just drop it in the middle of the floor and let out a dejected sigh. 

“You had to pick out the biggest one?” Cloud sighs.

“Yeah, sorry.” 

 He notices the shift in your demeanor, the previous excitement you had seemed to just disappear. He’s never been a big fan of all this, even when his mother used to insist they decorate. You begin trying to put it in the stand. Your hands are sore from dragging the whole thing here, and you wince trying to lock it in place. Cloud feels a pang of guilt seeing you struggle to hold the tree up and try to fasten the stand at the same time. 

“Here,” he kneels beside you. “Let me help. Just hold it up.” 

“You don’t have to—” 

“Just hold it,” Cloud cuts you off. 

“Fine,” you stand up to hold the tree while he locks it in place. For Cloud it’s easy work. 

“Now what?” he asks as he stands up. 

“We’re supposed to decorate it,” you giggle and point to the boxes of decorations you’d gotten out of storage earlier. 

“Let’s get started then.” 

“Wait, you’re gonna help?” You ask, your eyes lighting up in that way it’s impossible for him to deny. 

“Yeah, I guess so,” he blushes. He doesn’t know how to voice his desire to make up for his behavior earlier. He knows he put a damper on something that means so much to you. 

“Oh! Cloud!” You squeal and throw yourself into his arms. He gasps and grows flustered as though you haven’t been a couple for over a year now. “Thank you so much!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he pats your back awkwardly. 

You put on some music and begin opening the boxes of decorations. You untangle the lights, and Cloud helps you wrap them around the tree. 

He has to admit doing something so carefree with you is nice, but especially in such close proximity. Your hands so often delicately touch as you place ornaments on the tree. Your bodies brush together. More than once he manages to get close enough to you to smell your shampoo, and he feels like such a pervert that it takes so little to excite him. He’s already half hard from the smallest of gestures, and he’s pretty sure he’d fall apart if you began to do these things purposefully. 

“We need to get the tree topper on it now,” you say excitedly while holding the golden, glittering star ornament in your hand. ��Gimme a boost!” 

Cloud shakes his head at your glee before hoisting you up high enough for you to place the topper on. When you’re finished, one of your hands rests on his shoulder to steady yourself as he lowers you to solid ground again. You’re so close when you look at him, you can’t resist giving him a soft kiss. It leaves him aching for more, but you’re already skipping off to plug the tree in. 

“Look!” you cheer as the tree lights up the room. Cloud is melting for you right now. You’re just so happy from this one little thing, he can’t believe he tried to deny you anything. 

“Now the rest of the house,” you say. 

Cloud helps you place all of your little Christmas themed trinkets all over the apartment. He thinks you’re finished when suddenly, you’re looking more mischievous and you’re hiding something behind your back. 

“What have you got?” he asks. 

“Something you’ll like,” you smirk as you step closer to him. 

“Oh yeah?” 

You reveal the mistletoe to him. To your surprise he just looks confused. 

“It’s mistletoe,” you explain and then hold it up over your head. “And if you’re caught under the mistletoe with someone, you’re supposed to kiss them.” 

Cloud surges forward and kisses you passionately. You’re breathless when he pulls away. He smirks and lowers your hand so the mistletoe is hovering over your pants.

“And what if the mistletoe is there?” he asks playfully. 

“Well then…I guess you have to kiss me there.” 

“I was hoping that’s how this worked,” he kisses you again. With his hands firmly on your hips, he guides you to the couch. You plop on the soft cushions, and he eagerly begins unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down your legs. 

“Someone’s getting into the holiday spirit,” you giggle as he starts kissing up your legs and leaves a gentle bite on your inner thigh. 

“Hm, consider this my apology for making you drag the tree home alone.” 

Your panties quickly join the pile with your pants. Cloud leans back in, and he begins nipping and kissing your thighs. Then, he spreads your thighs. His tongue drags between your folds. He moans as he tastes your nectar. Before you know it, he’s burying his face between your thighs. His tongue darts in and out of your hole as his thumb works your cute clit. 

“Mm, Cloud,” you moan. 

He grunts in response and moves his thumb so he can appreciate your clit with his tongue. You’re keening for him in no time. Your back arches and your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently. An orgasm tightens in your stomach. Cloud picks up easily on the signs. The way you’re panting and your skin is going flushed, and most telling is how you just can’t stay still. He has to drape his arm over your stomach to hold you down as you squirm and writhe for him. As the coil snaps, you whine his name and your body trembles. 

When Cloud finally pulls away, your juices glisten on his lips. His eyes are heavy and his cheeks are bright red. He lays his head on your thigh before offering a rare smile, revealing that Cloud is pussy drunk. The way he’s palming at the bulge in his pants assures you that this night is far from over.

[shame-is-a-wasted-emotion]

Lovely people !! I'm here with another one shot which I wrote for @fallevs @special-bc-ur-part-of-it

Inspired by this post

Have Yourself A Merry Little Otter

Rating:General Audiences

Archive Warning:No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:M/M

Fandoms:Glee (TV 2009),glee-klaine,klaine fandom

Relationship:Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel

Characters:Kurt Hummel,Blaine Anderson,Sam Evans (Glee),Original Characters

Summary:

Blaine Anderson goes Christmas shopping to buy gifts for the season, only to buy something valuable for himself: a fluffy otter plushie that comes alive in one touch.

Read on AO3

[monikafilefan]

Jingle Bells and Jealousy 1

I realized I never shared my newest fic I wrote on Christmas Eve here. There’s 2 chapters: 1 in Mulder’s pov and 2 in Scully’s.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

From now on, our troubles will be out of sight

Mulder scoffs as he draws the final insidious lines onto the smiling image of Santa Claus in front of him.

“Better,” he chuckles wryly.

The black ballpoint’s ink bleeds through the red and white dessert plate where the now new and improved Santa stares up at him. He blows cookie crumbs and remnants of pecan pie off his paper plate to get a good look at his masterpiece. The cookies were bland, but the pie hit the spot.

He feels overdressed and uncomfortable next to coworkers in ugly Christmas sweaters surrounded by tinsel by the pound. Good pie just might be the highlight of the night, Mulder muses sourly.

In a surprising turn of events while wrapping up a post X-File department budget meeting with Skinner this morning, Scully had confirmed that, yes, she was planning to attend the Bureau’s annual Christmas party for the first time in a long time. Mulder almost laughed at her joke — seeing as how they’d both agreed years ago that holiday parties could only serve to further ridicule their spooky department of two — before Skinner boldly stated that he’d hoped to see her there with her plus one. And to Mulder’s utter shock, Scully had blushed, avoided his probing gaze, and nodded. Scully had a date? His jaw had clenched so hard his teeth hurt. From there, Mulder’s plans to spend a quiet Christmas break on his couch with his pretty partner and a carton of Beijing beef had crumbled quicker than the pie crust now littering his lap.

Through the years, we all will be together

If the fates allow

Sinatra croons about fated happiness throughout the Hoover’s reception hall as Mulder slumps further in his seat. He’s only been here a half an hour and already regrets coming. The only plus side is that Diana and Spender are out of town on a case — an X-File, and aren’t here to silently mock his bullpen misery. If Scully hadn’t dropped a last minute bomb about attending this bureaucratic shindig, he sure as hell wouldn’t have either. Should have saved himself the embarrassment, he knows. He should’ve gone for a run instead of stewing in his apartment for three hours before changing his mind and frantically dusting off his tux he didn’t need for front row seats to a waking nightmare cheerfully playing out in front of him.

He isn’t sure his heart can handle what his eyes cannot get enough of: Dana Scully is absolutely gorgeous. Though, she’s always been pretty to him. Even when she emerges from her one star motel room at five a.m., sleepy-eyed and grumpy, rolling her eyes at his new case glee, Fox Mulder is wholly enamored.

But now… Christ. It must be his sorrow kicking him while he’s down again, because Scully has never been more beautiful. The green, form fitting cashmere cardigan looks so good on her with its top two buttons undone and something red and lacy peeking out underneath. It’s festive, flirty. The fine lines of her collarbones rise and fall in time with her shoulders as she sips her wine amongst the crowd. But her luminous appearance is hardly the attribute that attracts him to his partner the most. Her mind, her stubbornness, her heart… all of her has made him fall foolishly and dangerously in love.

And she looks happy without him.

Mulder sighs, sick to his stomach. He doesn’t deserve her attention anyway. His attitude pretty much proved that in the bullpen earlier tonight…

They leave the meeting with Skinner in a blur as Mulder silently reels at the implication of Scully dating, feeling the invisible noose of self-deprecation squeezing tighter.

“I thought you were going to conveniently miss that budget meeting,” Scully comments when they enter the nearly empty bullpen. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Where you, go I go,” he casually admits, trying not to sound as possessive as he feels right now. Because it’s the truth and the promise he’d silently made on his knees as he’d sobbed by her bedside in the Oncology ward.

She huffs a laugh. “Is that an early New Year’s resolution?”

“Not really new.” Mulder flops down in his chair and contemplates further, watching her fiddling with the mess on his tiny desk. He wants to just ask if she’s seeing someone. If she’s finally gotten sick of his shit and moved on, but for the first time in his life, he isn’t sure he wants the truth. “So you’ve decided to attend the Christmas party this year?”

Scully stops stacking files of neglected background checks and gives him a meaningful look. “I have.”

“You don’t think this is just another way to punish us, or you, if you go?” He whispers while pointing a pencil toward Kersh’s office across the hall. “You know how they operate up here.”

“Does enjoying a little Christmas music and conversation really seem like discipline to you?”

“Yes,” he says immediately.

“There’s pie,” she teases, pulling his discarded invitation he never read from the recycling bin and sliding it enticingly across the desk.

As much as he is itching to know more about her party plans, playing cool, calm, and collected feels less desperate. So he feigns disinterest and shrugs, “You know I’m picky about pie.”

Scully cocks her head and crosses her arms. “There’s me.”

“And you’re standing right here like always,” he offhandedly adds, hating his forced indifference more with every dismissive word that rolls off his tongue.

“Like always,” she mumbles. And out of the corner of his eye, he sees her shoulders slump, her arms falling limply to her sides. “Where I go, you go, but not if it includes socializing above subterranean territory?”

Something about the snide way she says that irritates him. Scully’s been just as pissed off about their reassignment to shit duty as he is and has never complained about being in the bowels of the basement with him. Not once.

Whatever reign he’d had on his internal turmoil snaps.

He spins around in his chair and points the pencil at her accusingly. “Am I too much of a loner for you now, is that why you’re bringing a plus one?” he hisses. “A date?”

“Excuse me?” A wave of anger rises within her sea blue eyes. Brow arched, she opens her mouth to rip him a new one he definitely deserves, but then seemingly reconsiders within earshot of others, tilting her head instead. “So what if I am?” she prods, sharp as a scalpel.

It’s unfair, he knows. His agitation and accusation. She’s never mentioned dating anyone before. Has never given him a reason to ask if she was, but the sudden white-hot flare of jealousy in his chest hurts more than her “oh brother” response to his recent love confession than he could have imagined.

Scully is staring at him like she wants to shove him against a wall and choke him with his tie. Mulder’s gut twists.

He tosses the pencil and stands. “Scully, I’m sorr-”

She holds up a halting hand.

“I’m going to the party tonight, Mulder.” Her voice is soft, a little shaky. “With or without you.”

Before Mulder can say another word, Scully turns on her heel and walks out of the bullpen, leaving him alone with a lump in his throat.

Now, Mulder’s heart hammers in time with the beat of the “Little Drummer Boy” echoing off the Bureau’s walls.

He had thought he could handle this soul-crushing feeling of heartbreak when he’d decided to come. He’d told himself he could push his own feelings aside for Scully’s happiness and show up to prove to her he’s really not a hermit intentionally holding her back in life. To remind her that he will do any thing for her. But now, confronted with the reality of her hand caressing another man’s forearm in a room riddled with mistletoe, he finds the sight of it is like a tabloid headline at a gas station checkout people are too ashamed to buy but can’t help indulging in a quick flip-through. Goddammit! His fists clench along the snowflake tablecloth. Like a train wreck, he cannot look away.

“Devil horns on Santa Claus, Mulder?” A.D. Skinner scolds wearily from over his shoulder.

Mulder startles and tears his eyes away from the woman he loves. He should have known he couldn’t wallow at a party in peace. “It’s Krampus, sir.”

“Looks about as cheerful as you do,” Skinner retorts.

Mulder pushes his defiled plate aside. “If I hear one more song about old Saint Nick, I might stuff my ears with marshmallows.”

“As much as you may deserve it after blowing the quarterly budget; again, a party isn’t a punishment, Mulder. Even when you’re off the files.”

The increasing ache in Mulder’s chest disagrees.

“You sound like Scully.”

“Then maybe you should listen.” Skinner nods toward Scully at the opposite side of the room. She’s smiling brightly as the same good-looking agent with dark skin and a gleaming grin hands her a glass of wine. “Agent Scully seems to be enjoying herself.”

“She deserves it,” Mulder mumbles moodily, doing a piss-poor job of ignoring the green-eyed Grinch gnawing a hole in his gut. And it doesn’t make it any less true, his closest, most cherished friend deserves the best.

“She’s said the same thing about you, you know,” Skinner huffs and shakes his head. The twinkling lights decorating the reception hall reflect off his boss’s scalp like a skin-colored disco ball. “Go on, show your tux a good time. Drink some eggnog, make some bullpen buddies. You know, live a little.”

“Dunno, Skinman. Sounds like a bad idea to me.”

“Jesus, Mulder.” Skinner reaches over and snags one of the bundles of mistletoe taped to the hall’s wall and shoves it into Mulder's palm. “Here, consider it my gift to you.”

“Uh,” Mulder blinks. “You shouldn’t have, sir.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Skinner rolls his eyes and pokes at the plastic flower. “For your partner. You know, the woman who — by some miracle, insists on defending you at every turn over the last six years. The same woman I overheard decline multiple dance offers already because of you.”

“How much punch have you had, sir? Because I saw Tom Colton pour a bottle of Jim Beam in there earlier.” Still, his hopeful eyes scan the crowd in search of Scully’s beckoning ones. But her back is turned, her date brazenly tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. Mulder’s heart sinks to his shoes. “She couldn’t have said that about me.”

“Does she really have to?” Skinner asks incredulously.

Mulder tsks and flicks a stray chocolate chip across the table. “Considering she’s here with someone else and has ignored me since I walked in, I’d say so.”

“Well, even I know when your partner’s annoyed with you. More than usual, anyway.” Mulder can only shrug at the big man’s statement. He’s not wrong. “You didn’t tell her you were coming, did you?”

“No, I wasn’t planning to show up at all. Not until-” Mulder stops and groans, his last vestige of hope fading faster than his will to be here.

“Until you were you and jumped to conclusions without supporting evidence? Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“The supporting evidence is currently palming my partner’s back,” Mulder grumbles under his breath as dark thoughts invade his brain. “You heard her in your office,” he says loud enough for Skinner to hear this time. “She’d planned to bring a date before I even knew she was coming.”

Skinner side eyes him. “How do you know she wasn’t talking about you?”

Mulder ponders that prospect as the festive music makes his head pound. He and Scully are in an emotional stalemate as of late. Both treading lightly, trying not to hurt each other, and he fears he's doing a shit job of it. It’s been a domino of disasters between Antarctica and his heated hallway confession, being booted from the files, the Diana debacle, and with Kersh breathing down their necks more and more has undoubtedly tugged hard on their tethered partnership. Mulder would be lying if he said he isn’t worried about losing her more than ever.

“Look, Scully and I are friends,” he responds solemnly. “Best friends. And yeah, I… well, you seem to already know,” he admits in defeat. Somehow, Mulder isn’t embarrassed to confess the unplatonic pull toward his partner to Skinner. His endless love for Scully is practically screaming at this point. “But I’m me. And she…”

“You’re too smart to be this stupid,” Skinner mutters, exasperated.

“Hey,” Mulder scoffs. “She has a date who looks to be the exact kind of man her family would love to see sweep her off her feet. Anyway, I don’t ever want to be the reason she can’t have what makes her happy.”

“For Christ’s sake, Mulder,” Skinner leans down close. “Last month Agent Scully put her ass — and mine — on the line without a second thought to rescue yours from the Bermuda Triangle for a reason. And that’s just one of the recent stunts she's pulled that could’ve cost her her job, and her life. The crazy thing is, I don’t think she cares as long as you’re by her side in the end.”

Mulder clears his rapidly thickening throat to speak, but Skinner shoots him his Shut The Hell Up And Listen look.

“And you’re sulking?” Skinner continues, chuckling to himself. “I know you’re angry about your reassignment. Rightfully so, but now is not the time to show it. You’ve gone head to head with Cancer Man, jumped off a bridge and onto a moving train — and whatever other insane things you’ve done behind my back, let alone Kersh’s, so I know you’re brave enough to haul your ass across this room and enjoy yourself.”

Mulder can’t help but smirk. “Now that’s a pep talk.”

Skinner loosens his candy cane striped tie as his eyes search the crowded room.

“I’ve never known two people so irritatingly stubborn in my life. Consider this my gift to you. Go ask Agent Scully to dance, and apologize for… well, everything, and use that mistletoe for God’s sake.” He slaps a heavy hand on Mulder’s shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “She’s waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass. Don’t blow it.”

Mulder’s mouth hangs open as the A.D. saunters off through the crowd with an unusual pep in his step. If Mulder didn’t know better, he’d think his boss just offered him fatherly advice. He scrubs his hands over his eyes and catches a familiar flash of red hair across the room, feeling a rush of renewed bravery take hold. The big man is right. What the hell is he doing torturing himself instead of seeking out the reason he’s come here?

He wipes the crumbs from his lap and weaves his way through the throng of buzzed and festive Feds. It looks like Kris Kringle threw up Christmas itself here. There are decorations everywhere. As Mulder rounds a corner to follow Scully out into the hallway, an upbeat song blares through the speaker near his ear.

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock

Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time

A group of women in red velvet and green lace bump into him and ask him to dance, tell him how good he looks in a tux, but Mulder doesn’t care. Not when Scully is fifteen feet in front of him, talking awfully close with the man Mulder now recognizes as another new agent in the lab. Her handsome, science nerd date with his hands gently cupping Scully’s arms, smiling sweetly at her as she nods up at him. Mulder freezes. With breath caught in his chest, he watches by the wayside in horror as the man seemingly leans down and presses a lingering kiss to Scully’s upturned lips.

What a bright time, it's the right time

To rock the night away

Mulder’s heart nearly stops.

An explosion of emotion flares in his gut. Frustration, sadness, disappointment… Anger. Anger at himself, at the lucky bastard kissing his one in five billion. He grits his teeth, swallows hard against the molten burn of it all, and turns around before Scully sees the misery on his face.

Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet

That's the jingle bell

Maybe this is what was supposed to happen tonight: fate telling him he deserves whatever shitty cards he’s dealt. But fuck, he loves her. He loves her fiercely and wants her to be happy. Whether it’s with him, or someone else, it shouldn’t matter as long as she’s living a life she chooses. A life she deserves.

It shouldn’t matter, but goddammit, it does.

So Mulder tamps down tears, and walks away.

That’s the jingle bell

He stalks out of the hall and bursts his way through the double doors, relieved to escape into the snow covered streets. He frantically searches his pockets for his car keys when his fingers get caught on the mistletoe’s hard plastic petals. Instantly, his nose stings and eyes water. He’s not sure if it’s from the pain of his heart shattering or the icy December air. He doubts it matters.

He doubts anything does, anymore.

That’s the jingle bell rooock

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allisonstuller: Will post a little more stuff later but this was amazing 🎅🏼 allisonstuller: Crissmas in Chicago 🧵🎄 All Those Christmas Cliches allisonstuller: Hippo allisonstuller: Granger Danger. Darren said his voice was off and it didn’t sound that great but I think it’s my favorite time I’ve seen it live allisonstuller: New Year allisonstuller: Glee medley and Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas allisonstuller: Teenage Dream allisonstuller: Christmas Dance medley featuring Santa and Mrs Claus allisonstuller: He also brought out Denise Donovan and her dance studio team! This has the Santa cape moment and bows

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Day 1: Donatello + Mistletoe

Summary: Donnie catches you under the mistletoe with him!

Warnings: None!

Note: Yes I did make that banner in Canva, I tried my best! 😅

You stood back on the top step on the lair's entrance marveling at your work with a victorious grin. Somehow, you'd managed to convince Splinter to let you throw the guys a Christmas party, and you couldn't be more pleased with yourself. Of course there was a very tight guest list, but that's to be expected when you the hosts are mutants who shouldn't exist. Casey and April would be arriving shortly, and everything was decorated, it was nearly time. And to think, you'd managed to keep it all a surprise, just between you, the humans, and the rat.

"Guys, c'mere!" you shouted with uncontained glee. One by one, all the turtles filed in, each filled with wonder at the state of the living room. "Merry Christmas!" You chirped, exchanging an excited grin with their father, who had come in with them. "Well, don't be strangers! I put on some carols, we got a hot chocolate bar, and I even picked out a few movies for us to watch!"

"Wait-" Mikey froze, his eyes darting to the kitchen island, practically drooling over the assortment of cookies, hot milk, chocolate and toppings. "We get to make our own hot chocolate?!"

"Well, duh!" you laughed, walking over to him.

"Oh my gosh," he gushed, rocking on his heels and barely containing his enthusiasm. "That's so boss! I've never made hot chocolate before! Hey, by the way, what's hot chocolate?" Your jaw dropped as you scanned the boys' faces, all of them showing signs of confusion.

"You guys..." you chuckled, taking a cup from the selection. "C'mere, I'll show you." You demonstrated the process of making the treat, dropping a ball of chocolate into your mug, before pouring boiling milk over it. To their awe, the shell of melted to reveal a brown dust that floated around atop the liquid. After mixing it, you dropped a handful of marshmallows into the drink, before topping it with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. After you finished, you took a sip, humming with delight, beofre wiping away a small milk mustache. "That's just how I do it, but you can do it how ever you want! It's better with milk than water, though."

You barely had the chance to move out of the way before the bar was ransacked by grabbing hands, a chorus of bickering to accompany. You giggled, shaking your head and heading to the sofa, just in time for Casey and April to arrive.

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"So you guys have never celebrated Christmas before?" the ginger asked curiously, sipping her coco.

"Not exactly," Leo answered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Not like this at least."

"Christmas is a little different in Japan," Donnie explained. "Master Splinter's culture is the only one we know. Plus it's hard to celebrate anything when you live in the sewers."

"We still get gifts though!" Mikey boasted, hoisting up his skateboard and pointing to a sticker on the bottom of it. "Master Splinter gave me this last year."

"It's more about spending time with family for us," Raph added with a playful smirk. "Now matter how much it hurts."

The conversation droned on, everyone sharing a bit of what the holiday meant to them, or how they normally celebrated. Eventually it shifted to traditions, and symbols and the stories behind them. "So all this stuff has a meaning to it?" the eldest turtle asked, glancing around the room. "Even the star on top of the tree?"

You hummed in response. "Mhm! It's supposed to symbolize the star of Bethlehem, from the story of the birth of Christ. It's a Christian thing, but I just think it looks pretty!"

"What about that little plant hanging from the doorway to the lab?" Raph asked, cocking a brow and tossing a thumb towards it.

"Oh, that's just mistletoe." you replied nonchalantly.

"Wait," Donnie objected, brows furrowing together. "Isn't mistletoe poisonous?"

"Only if you eat it," you snickered. "I strongly advise against eating any of the decorations though."

"What does it symbolize?" he asked, tilting his head as he looked down at you from his seat to your left.

"Peace and fertility, I think." you answered, tapping your chin to ensure you remembered correctly. "It originated in Greece. When two people get walk under it at the same time, their supposed to kiss and make peace with each other."

The terrapin's face heated as he imagined sharing his first kiss over such an occasion. "Seems like somebody's just dyin' to make peace with you, (Y/N)." Raph chided, nudging his younger brother's side. You simply laughed them off as they began to argue.

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You hummed softly to the carols that were playing on the radio as you bustled around the lair cleaning up after the party. All the attendees had retired to where ever it was they chose to rest, and Casey and April had gone home for the night. You decided to sleep over, claiming the couch as yours.

Suddenly, a soft voice made you jump as you dropped the dish you were washing. "Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Donnie," you recognized, before turning back to the sink. "Mind giving me a hand with the clean up? You guys really did a number on this kitchen."

His eyes fell downcast, before perking back up to look at you again. Maybe if he persisted, you'd notice. "Um, sure but first can you-"

"Don, sweetie, you're gonna have to speak up, I can't hear you over this water." you called from over your shoulder, wishing he'd just come to you and talk so you didn't have to yell.

"S-Sorry," he muttered, before clearing his throat and upped his volume by a few notches. He felt so embarrassed shouting the words he needed to say. "Uh, could you come over here for just a-"

Finally, your shoulders slumped with frustration, and you shut of the water, drying your hands on a towel. When you turned to face him. it took you a moment to process, and you, unfortunately needed it spelt out for you. "Um, (Y/N)? W-Would you come over here with me for just a minute?"

Your cheeks caught fire at the sight of him standing there timidly, patiently waiting for you to kiss him under the mistletoe. "D-Donnie... I-"

"Y-You don't have to," he stated, losing all his courage. "Sorry, this was a stupid idea, just forget about it."

"I'd love to..." you paused, deciding to rephrase, lest you let on to having the wrong idea. "Come over there with you..."

Your heart pounded in your head as you approached him, each step seemingly getting you no closer. Finally, you were standing directly in front of him, both of you sharing an awestruck expression. Suddenly, he cleared his throat, almost as if he had a reversed speech to recite. "Oh, look," he said nervously, his voice meek and barely there. "Looks like we're under the mistletoe..."

"Guess that means we gotta make peace then..." you trailed awkwardly.

"Guess so..." he replied, glancing around for anything he could use to buy him a little bit of time to calm down. "Guess we should-uh, k-kiss now?"

"Probably..." you encouraged, waiting less than patiently for your first kiss. Eventually, you sighed, shoulders dropping with the realization that he'd chickened out. And you couldn't be the one to initiate, since he was the one that invited you, it'd be weird! Right?

Donnie fought a war with himself, one part telling him to just buck up and go for it, and the other telling him it wasn't the right time, and that he'd made a fool of himself. When he finally glanced back at you and noticed the sadness in your eyes, and you body language queued that you were going to depart, he decided to go with the former.

"Aw screw it," he suddenly snapped, swiftly wrapping an arm around your waist, while his free hand came up to cup your cheek as he dipped you slightly, looming over you with the calmest expression. You were entranced by how suave he'd managed to become at the drop of a dime, staring up at him through half lidded eyes, lips parted and more than ready. With no more hesitation, his lips came down and claimed yours, holding that connection for a few moments.

To the both of you, it felt like hours could have ticked by in the span of just a few seconds. When you finally parted, you gasped, having forgotten about the need for air almost completely. As you collected your breath, you began to feel his touch leaving you, prompting you to leap forward and catch him in another kiss, this one much shorter.

"Sorry," you blushed, pulling back. "I've just been waiting for that for a while."

"Well, if I would've known, you wouldn't have." he chuckled, pulling you into his chest for an embrace. "Merry Christmas, (Y/N)."

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[thewritersaddictions]

Day Fourteen: Steve Rogers + Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Christmas morning was beautiful. Snow glistens on the ground outside. Making all of New York look like a snow globe. Your winter pajamas that were just a bit too big for you hung loosely on your frame. Dragging pants legs as you walked and your arms rolled up to your wrists so you could actually use your hands.

The smell of coffee and fresh cinnamon rolls filled the air when you left your shared bedroom with Steve. The hunk of a man was standing in your kitchen shirtless, wearing only his sweatpants. That's what he gets for being a super soldier. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your cheek into his warm back.

The sound of sizzles caught your attention as you looked over Steves's shoulder to see that he was cooking up eggs and toast popped from the toaster oven. The first words to be spoken were the exact words you heard every morning. "Your coffee is over there," Steve said warmly as he nudged his head toward your steaming cup.

"The parade is already on the TV if you wanna get comfy while I finish breakfast." You hummed as you brought the cup of coffee to your lips, took a deep breath, and sipped the hot liquid.

Once more, you move towards the living room with your pants dragging against the floor, and when you make it to the couch, you tuck your heels under your butt and get comfy as you bump up the volume to the tv before the parade starts.

Steve was there in just a jiffy. Handling two plates filled with eggs, bacon, and toast alongside a cinnamon roll. Your mouth watered at the smell immediately, and you dug in before getting the entire plate in your lap.

The parade started, and you watched with glee as you did each year. Even though you could simply look out your window and see the massive balloons dance on the ground. You'd rather watch it on the TV. A tradition you'd been participating in since you were a little kid.

By the time the parade was over, the sun was high in the sky, and the two of you were still not out of your night clothes. "Should we open gifts now?" Steve asks as he returns from the kitchen to drop off the dirty dishes. Your thoughts for a moment. You had gotten Steve a few things. Living in a New York apartment meant no lawn to take care of, but it did mean that your boyfriend was a builder. He loved putting together stuff and needed a new toolset for his motorcycle sitting in the parking deck below you.

"I think so. We should definitely do it before we have to leave for Stark's party." You say, wadding yourself up in the comfy and warm blanket. The snow starts to fall again, setting a most beautiful backdrop to the afternoon of Christmas. The wrapping paper litters the floor as you get deeper under the tree. Jewlery had been Steve's thing for you this year. A matching necklace to go with your matching earrings. A new set of pajamas. He had laughed when you pulled them out of the box. "A pair that will actually fit you love." He teased.

"So there's just one more gift for the both of us." You muttered as you pulled out a box with your name on it and a box with his name on it. Both names are written in perfect, pristine cursive. "I want to open mine first." Steve rushed to say, "Of course!" This is the one you were waiting for. "I'm sure you're going to like it." You mutter as you watch him tear through the wrapping paper.

"My…" You can hear the hitch in Steve's voice for a moment. You stay silent with a warm smile on your face. "You found my dog tags?" He asks, looking up at you from his position on the floor. "Well, I didn't find them, but Bucky did. Said they had been stashed away in his belongings. Guess he kept them on him all those years." The smile grew on Steve's face as he crawled over to you, hugging you around your waist. You rubbed his hair gently and whispered 'I love yous' into his hair.

It took a moment for the heated moment to die before Steve pushed your gift into your lap. He stayed right there. You pulled back the wrapping paper. Letting you see a small brown box. "This better now be a box in a box." You tease. Steve only shakes his head as he plays with the dog tags in his plan.

It took you a moment to open the box without a proper pair of scissors or a box cutter. And Steve watched with ease. When you pulled the little box out, your heart started to race, and your vision became blurry. When you opened it, you froze.

A diamond ring set with smaller diamonds around it. The tears flew freely down your cheeks, and when you looked up at your boyfriend, he was standing on one knee. "This is a little unconventional, but I hope you say yes. Will you marry me?" You dropped the box onto the couch and jumped into his arms. Kissing his frantically. Muttering quiet 'yes' over and over again into his face,

"Good." His lips are on yours, and it feels like life is breathed into you. "Now put it on my hand." You say, jutting your hand out into his face. He quickly grabs the box as you pluck the rings from the box and slips it onto your finger with even more ease.

"It looks beautiful." You say to him and yourself as you look down at your left hand. "of course it does. It's as beautiful as it's weary." Steve says before grabbing your face and bringing you down for another passionate kiss.

"Aren't you glad you didn't wait till after Starks party!" Steve teases. "Oh, you're damn right. I'm glad I didn't wait. The girls are going to scream when they find out." Still staring down at the sparkling diamond on your hand.

Completed on: 11/22/23

Posted on: 12/14/23

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Marvel Master List // The Old Master List // Christmas Stories Master List

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Glee Song Tournament Redemption Round

[lfc21]

Secret Santa - day 20

TW: Fluff, surprise

Summary: Football drove a wedge between many families at the most heart-wrenching times but sometimes there are exceptions with a little help from your friends and their loving personalities.

You and Darwin were more than what met the eye. It was something so much more, something that wasn't visible to anyone else but you two. The world had put you both together as if you were two pees in a pod. But sometimes absence is what made the heart grow founder. Due to Darwin's commitments to his international duties, there was a chance of not waking up to his familiar self on Christmas morning. You were sure he could come back before Christmas but as more of the tournament went on the statistics of his arrival was decreased as every day went by. You knew you couldn't complain, football was his life especially when he was proudly styling his Uruguayan shirt. As much as you want your boyfriend back home you knew that you had to make the most of the situation you had.

Due to the close nit relationships of all the LFC teammates, you hosted a small secret Santa party for some of your closest friends. As most of your best friends were WAGs of the players they knew how hard it could be to not have your loved one with you at Christmas time; they were more than happy to join you and make your occasion as festive and enjoyable as possible. You had been pottering around all day trying to make your house as festive as possible for everyone around. All though you were disheartened about Darwin you couldn't help but feel excitement for the memories that were going to be made.

"Hello!" You said with glee. As soon as you opened the door you were met with Andy and Rachel Robertson standing with huge smiles and plenty of presents.

"Hiya!" Andy shouted back with a laugh as you let them both in and guided them towards your living room. James and Amy Milner were already vacating the living room with champagne in their hands and Christmas songs being sung from their bodies.

"Merry Christmas everyone," Rachel and Andy said in unison with just as wide smiles. You quickly let Thiago and Julia Alcantara inside as well as Jordan and Trent with their families. Your living room was filled with such a buzz and the most amazing feeling of joy. You finally took a seat next to Julia as everyone shared old and new memories from their Christmas traditions.

"How are you feeling?" Julia asked as she placed her hand on yours as a show of care and friendship. You could always trust her to look out for you. She had been in this situation before and knew how hard it was for you especially when it was just you and him normally.

"I'm ok, I just miss him that's all" You explained with a tight smile. Her eyes were filled with sorry and hope that maybe something could change. Christmas was days away and the thought of him being with you was all you wanted.

"I understand and I know how hard it can be. Unfortunately, these things have to happen but it makes the days with them feel so much better" She said with a soft tone and delicate words. Since you and Darwin arrived in the city of England Julia had taken you under her wing and shown you what a truly amazing and kind friend is. You were nervous when you first arrived, the idea of settling into a whole new country gave you fear you couldn't describe but you couldn't off adapt to it all better. You were in love with your life in Liverpool even if it was freezing a lot of the time.

"I cannot wait to finally see him again," You said with a huge smile as you thought about yourself reuniting with the man you couldn't help but love every day. Julia gave you a huge hug as you both took a long sip of your cold champagne flutes with the same feeling - a festive and cheerful feeling.

"Right should we start with secret Santa then" Trent suggested with a smile as he sat up from his seat and passed around some of his presents.

"Oh yeah!" Amy and James shouted in unison with a laugh as they couldn't help but feel like little kids on Christmas morning. You all sat up in your seats and got ready for the present giving. You had gotten James for your secret Santa and as the presents for the game were strictly funny and personal to the recipient you couldn't help but buy him a bottle of Ribena as it was popularly his favourite drink after his famous interview.

Can I go first?" Jordan asked as it seemed like he and his wife couldn't help in waiting for their present giving. You all agreed with a laugh as they didn't even seem to have a present with them.

"So our present is for y/n" Jordan's wife explained with a wink towards you. You couldn't help but feel a wave of nerves at how strange they were both beginning to act. "You all need to come outside for it though! Y/n you come out first but put this on first" She added with a laugh as she handed you an eye mask with a huge smile. You reluctantly took the item from her hands with curious eyes as you stifled a laugh.

"Oh god! if there's some kind of animal outside I will cry!" You warned as you couldn't help but think there would be some kind of lion chilling on your drive or a giraffe eating from your trees.

"I wouldn't personally call it an animal but it depends on what your opinions are" Jordan explained with his northeast accent as he took your hand and led you out of the front door you had to try and guess where you were placing your feet. Everyone else followed behind you, as soon as they saw the present in question their heart's doubled and something seemed to fall into place.

"3," Jordan said with a smile.

"2" everyone shouted with huge grins as they couldn't wait for you to peel the eye mask off and reveal your secret Santa present.

"1" They all screamed louder as they covered their mouths with the aim of not spoiling the surprise by screaming. As soon as you heard one you pulled the mask off your face and your eyes landed on your present. Your heart stopped and your hands came flying onto your face as you saw what was before you.

"Darwin!" You shouted before running over to his large body and wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands strongly held you onto him and gripped onto the one thing he urged himself to have every day.

"Mi amour" he softly whispered in the cruck off your neck as he squeezed his eyes shut in an aim to stop the threatening tears from falling down his cheeks. You couldn't help but wrap your body closer to his and feel that connection you were away from for so long. The feeling of his love and devotion filled a hole in your heart and you couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion.

"Your home," You said in barely a whisper as you stood in front of his large body and his hands came and caressed your soft warm cheeks. The familiar sight of his structured jaw and addicting orbs sent your body to the peace you couldn't describe it was perfection to you, this was your home.

"I'm home baby," Darwin said agreeing with your soft words in his Uruguayan accent as his lips came crashing onto yours and the applause and whistles from everyone behind you filled your ears. Darwin let out a laugh as he waved to everyone behind you as he was greeted by his new teammates and their loved ones. Maybe this Christmas was something so much better than normal.

This is day 20 of the advent calendar 📅 please leave feedback as I feel like I don't have many comments or feedback on my writing which is sometimes needed as I spend a lot of my time writing everyday 😀 5 days till Christmas 🧑🏻‍🎄 merry Christmas 🎄 master list ❤️

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