#should have put the tree up! should have decorated!! should have started the christmas music and pinned the feeling down while I could!!

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A Love as Sweet as Honey

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.1K

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays my lovely people. Here is a small Christmas one shot for our new favorite family. I know it's a little bit late but these last few days have been hectic. I hope you like it.

Warning: Fluff, a little bit of angst, implied smut, Christmas!!!

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You hadn’t celebrated Christmas in years but this time it was different. There was a huge reason to put up decorations, watch Christmas movies, listen to Christmas songs and marvel at all the twinkling Christmas lights. And that reason was currently crawling her way to the Christmas tree. Since Steve brought home a tree and used as many lights as he could, Bee couldn’t stay away. She moves surprisingly fast for her age. You can hear her small coos as she reaches for a branch with her tiny hand. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Steve’s voice cuts over the Christmas music that’s playing softly. “Does my girl want to look at the lights again?” 

You walk into the living room just as Steve picks Bee up. She still looks so tiny in his arms. Her giggles make you smile as you watch father and daughter admire the bright lights and colorful decorations. 

“I have her hat.” You finally interrupt them, holding up the knitted accessory. “We should get going.” 

“Alright, Honeybee let’s get you all bundled up.” 

You put the beanie on Bee’s head and make sure she still had her socks on. Then you grab your coat and put it on quickly before taking Bee so that Steve could put his coat on. 

“I think we’re all set. Let’s go.” Steve ushers you and Bee to the car. 

The three of you were heading to a Christmas light show. You hoped Bee would love it just as much as she seemed to love the lights you and Steve had around the house.

****

“Alright, my sweet Bee,” you say as you unbuckle Bee from her car seat. “Let’s get you into your stroller.” 

Bee giggles as you lift her up. Her little feet kicking in excitement as she looks around the unfamiliar place. As you strap her into her stroller Steve hands you her blanket and you make sure Bee is tucked in comfortably. 

“Are you ready for your first light show, baby?” You ask with a smile, receiving a happy little grunt in response. 

“I’ve got her bag,” Steve says as he shoulders the backpack full of things you might need for Bee. “I think we’re ready to go.” 

You just nod and start pushing the stroller. Steve stays close at all times. He receives a few stares as you walk by other people but fortunately you’re left alone. It takes about five minutes to get to the entrance of the actual attraction. You both hear the tiniest gasp come from the stroller the moment you start to see all the twinkling lights. 

“Oohhh.” Bee coos as she points at all the lights. 

You and Steve can’t stop smiling at Bee’s reaction. She was obsessed with the lights. You knew because of the way she scrunched her nose up like Steve did when he was really happy about something. 

Halfway through the walkthrough Bee gets fussy to the point that Steve picks her up. He gets her closer to the displays and you have a cheerful baby again. You and Steve stop to get some hot chocolate and enjoy some carolers. 

“This is nice.” Steve says between sips of his drink. 

“Yeah, I’ve never done this before.”   

He leans in and kisses your temple. “Well then it’s a family first.” 

“A new tradition, maybe?” 

Steve looks down at Bee who is entranced by the twinkling decorations. “Definitely a new tradition.” 

~~~~~~~~~~

Steve walks into your shared home to the fire alarm going off. He rushes to the kitchen to see you with tears in your eyes and smoking coming out of the oven.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks as he rushes over to your side. 

You blink back tears as you look up at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin them.” 

“Ruin what, Honey?” 

“The cookies. I’ve tried to make like six batches and they’ve come out horrible.” 

“What are you making cookies for?” 

“I wanted us to sit together and decorate cookies with Bee. But I can’t get a stupid recipe right.” You buried your face in Steve’s chest and wrapped your arms around his midsection. 

“It’s ok Honey. We don’t have to decorate cookies.” 

You pull back to look at Steve, completely offended by his statement. “Of course we do. It’s a Christmas tradition.” 

“Honey, Bee isn’t going to remember this Christmas.” 

“But we will. And she deserves to have the best Christmas ever with all of the fun things we can come up with. But I can’t even give her that. She deserves to have family traditions.”

Holidays in general were a sensitive subject for you. Your family always excluded you from all of the fun things they would do. But now you were determined to give your sweet baby girl everything you never had. Unfortunately you aren’t a great cook or baker. 

“You know what, we’ll figure it out.” Steve grabs the recipe you’d printed out for sugar cookies and looks it over. “How about we take a break and then try again later?”

“Okay.” 

“Steebie?” Charlotte’s voice rings in the entryway.

“In the kitchen sweetheart.” 

Fast little footsteps echo in the hallway before Lottie and Henry appear in the kitchen. 

“Hi guys. What’s going on?” 

“We’re having a cookie decorating party and we wanted to invite you.” Henry holds up an actual invitation. It was hand drawn, Lottie being the artist behind it. “The party was Lottie’s idea.” 

You look over at Lottie who has the most sympathetic and sweetest smile on her face as she walks up to you. 

“Don’t cwy fo cookies, Duckie.” She says when you squat down to her level. “We habe so many.” 

“Thank you Lottie.” 

She smiles again as she hugs you. 

“You two are the best.” Steve ruffles Henry’s hair. “We’ll be over in a minute ok?” 

“Ok.” Henry nods before holding his hand out. “Let’s go baby.”

“See you latuh.” 

You stand up and lean into Steve’s awaiting arms. 

“There we go. We have cookies for our girl.” Steve says. “Are you ok with that?”

You just nod against his chest. The baby monitor crackles as Bee begins to cry. 

“Why don’t you go get her and I’ll clean up the kitchen?” 

You look around at the mess and start to feel bad about the whole thing. 

“Don’t worry about it. Go get Bee.” Steve gently pushes you out of the kitchen.

“Ok.”

****

The Barnes home smelled like vanilla, cinnamon and all things sweet. There’s laughter coming from the kitchen so you and Steve follow the sound. You find all five of the Barnes family together. There are cookies cooling on one counter top, flour and dough on another. Henry was currently working with the standmixer to make icing, his hair pulled back and an apron stained with powdered sugar.

“Bee-bee, hi.” Peanut waves at Steve. 

“Hi, Peanut.”

“We’re glad you made it.” 

“Thank you for the invitation.” You tell Sugar. 

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome.” 

“Now, give me my niece.” Bucky holds his hands out. Bee initially hides her face against Steve’s shoulder. “Oh come on, Bee. It’s your favorite uncle. C’mon sweet girl.” Bucky tickles her side making her giggle and she turns to look at him. “There you are, c’mon.” 

Bee holds her arms out and goes with Bucky. As soon as Steve has handed her over Peanut does grabby hands in order to be picked up. 

“Is there anything I can help with?” You ask as you look around. 

“I was just going to start setting up the decorating stations on the table. Can you grab the sprinkles and those plates?” 

“Of course.” 

You and Sugar move around the table to set everything up. Lottie follows you both and hands you the little things you need like spoons, napkins, and piping bags. Just as you finish Sam, Wanda, Vision, Nat and Sugar’s siblings walk in. All of them are ready to decorate cookies together. The whole group sits around the table trading stories. You have Bee on your lap and you’re trying to get some icing on the cookie but Bee keeps trying to grab the spatula you were using. 

“Sweet Bee let me spread this on the cookie.” 

Bee replies by letting out a high pitched scream and smacking her hand on the table a few times. Everyone’s eyes are on her and suddenly she’s shrinking into you. 

“That’s right, you tell her.” Nat says from across the table with a smile. 

Bee gives her a shy smile before getting distracted by the cookie in front of her. For the next few hours everyone decorates cookies and talks. It’s nice to have this group of people in your life. As you watch Steve fail at decorating a cookie because Bee keeps licking the icing off you can’t help but smile. While Steve doesn’t have any other living relatives and you are not in contact with your family, your daughter isn’t missing out on the love of aunts, uncles and cousins. 

“What do you think?” Steve leans in. “A new tradition?” 

“Yes, a new tradition.” 

He sends you that grin you love so much before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

Christmas was getting closer. Sam had agreed to watch Bee while you and Steve went shopping for gifts. Now you were sitting in the living room at night getting ready to wrap everything. You had set up all the wrapping paper, tape, scissors and gift bags out to keep things running smoothly. 

“Alright, Bee’s down for the night. Let’s get started.” Steve claps his hands. 

“I think we went a little overboard with gifts for her.” 

“I think we did just fine. Bee deserves everything.”

You raise a brow at him. “While I agree that she deserves absolutely everything on this earth, we don’t want her to be spoiled and become a brat.”

“She won’t. We won’t let her.” 

“If you say so.” You mutter. 

“I do. Now,” Steve pulls you closer and presses his lips against yours. “Should we wrap presents or can I unwrap you?” His hands slip under your shirt and run up and down your sides. 

“Steve…”

“Yes, Honey?” 

You giggle as he kisses down your neck. 

“We have to-“ you cut yourself off with a whimper when Steve pulls you in and you can feel his arousal.

“Unwrapping it is.” Steve says with a smirk  as he walks you towards the couch.

You laugh as you hit the couch. Steve settles himself on top of you. His eyes darken with want. You run your hands through his hair until they stop at his neck and you pull him down for a kiss.

****

You lay on the couch and pressed against Steve, naked. Only a throw blanket covering you up. The stack of presents sit all around but you can’t be bothered to get up.

“You’re going to have to wrap all of these by yourself.” You murmur, fighting to stay awake. 

“Why? Are you too tired to wrap a few gifts?” Steve was way too smug for your liking but you were too tired. 

“Shut up.” 

Steve chuckles as he runs his fingertips up and down your spine. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of all of this.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was Christmas Eve and you were so excited. Steve had to work so you had time to set up a small surprise for him. The dining room table was set up for a romantic dinner. 

“Honey?” Steve calls out from the front door. 

“In the dining room.” You reply as you finish placing a wine glass down. 

“Hey,” Steve stops in his tracks as he looks at the set up. 

There are candles on the table, Steve’s favorite dinner is waiting for him. But the best part is his girls. You and Bee are in similar burgundy colored dresses. Bee’s nose scrunches up as she smiles and holds her arms out for him. Your smile is just as captivating and Steve can’t believe he gets to live his dream.

“What’s all this?” He asks as he gets closer to you. 

“Well, you always do so much for us that we wanted to surprise you. It was all Bee’s idea.” 

“Is that right, sweet girl?” Steve says as he takes Bee from you and kisses her cheek. Bee replies in kind by nuzzling her nose into his cheek. 

You smile up at them. Something about seeing Steve being such a good father makes your heart stutter. In your eyes there is no one more suited for the job. 

“Thank you, Honey.” Steve leans down and gives you a sweet kiss. 

“No, thank you for being so wonderful.” 

You gently push Steve to take a seat and then you settle Bee in her high chair. The three of you spend a quiet dinner together knowing that Christmas Day will be spent with your found family. 

**** 

After dinner the three of you sit in the living room in matching pajamas and watch a Christmas movie or two. Halfway through the second movie Bee falls asleep in Steve’s arms. You expected that he’d go and settle her down for the night but instead Steve just shifts Bee around a little and goes back to watching the movie.

“Do you want me to take her up?” You whisper.

“No, I want to hold her a little longer. I want to hold you too, C’mere.” He raises his free arm up and you snuggle into his side. Steve presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

You watch the rest of the movie snuggled up together. This was easily the best Christmas you ever had. You were sure there was nothing that could ever top this moment. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning you were awake way too early. Excitement for the day ahead had you up and getting ready. While Bee was still sleeping you and Steve decided to exchange gifts. It surprised you how much he paid attention to you with all the gifts he got. You were even more surprised that he had gotten you as much as he had since you didn’t know where he had hidden it. But he was equally surprised when you gave him just about the same amount of gifts. 

What the two of you were really waiting for was Bee to wake up. This was her first Christmas and you wanted to see her open gifts. Just as you and Steve finished your coffee Bee could be heard cooing on the baby monitor. Both of you rushed into her nursery to meet a smiling and still sleepy baby. You changed her diaper and changed her into a onesie that said baby’s first Christmas. 

Downstairs Steve had set up a video camera in order to capture the moment of Bee opening her gifts. The three of you sat down by the tree and Steve got the first gift for Bee. You two were like kids in a candy store as you watched Bee’s little fingers scratch at the paper. She got easily distracted by the twinkling lights of the tree so you had to bring her attention back. 

Every gift had grabbed her attention. There was everything from clothes to toys to books. More than a kid could ever need and Steve had to admit that you were right. Maybe it was a little bit too much. Bee didn’t seem to mind all the gifts though, especially the toys. She giggled and cooed happily as you and Steve sat and played with her. 

****

The team was gathering in the compound for a Christmas party. The usual attendees were already there including Sam and Clint’s family. The kids were running around playing with their new toys while the adults sat around talking. 

“Why don’t you two lovely ladies get settled and I’ll be back with the rest of the gifts.” 

“Are you sure? I can get someone to watch Bee.” You turn to look at Steve. 

“Absolutely not. I’ll take care of getting the gifts up here.” 

“Ok.” You smile at Steve and head towards Sugar who is patting the empty seat next to her. 

“Oh my goodness, look at you.” She gushes over Bee’s cute red corduroy overall dress. She had a white long sleeve onesie underneath, matching white knee high socks and a red bow headband. 

Peanut waddles their way over to you. They reach for Bee and both of them start to babble. You smile before turning to Sugar, the two of you talk about how your morning went. 

As the day went on more gifts were exchanged. Fortunately you and Sugar had put your foot down at a two gift maximum for the kids knowing the aunts and uncles, especially Tony, would go overboard. 

Bee was especially enamored with a bumblebee stuffie that Lottie had picked out for her future best friend. 

“See,” Lottie motioned to Bee who was hugging the stuffie. “She lobes it. I see it my fut-uh dweams.” She beams. 

“Thank you sweetheart. We’ll make sure to take good care of it.” Steve replies with a smile.  

“Kay. Can we dance Steebie?” 

Steve chuckles but nods as he takes Lottie’s hand. Rocking around the Christmas tree plays as Lottie and Steve dance around. Soon enough the other kids join and even some parents join them. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent in a calm and entertaining environment. Some of the guys are trying to put together a few of the toys the kids got. Tony obviously decides to be the so-called project manager and they argue amongst themselves instead of actually assembling the toys. You, Sugar, Sarah and Laura watch them work. In the end the toys were done but it took way longer than necessary. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the end of the day you had a very sleepy baby in your arms. Bee clung to you even as you tried to change her into pajamas. Instead of putting her down in her crib you brought her into your bed and settled her right in the middle. She held the bumblebee stuffie in one hand and gripped your shirt with the other. Her big blue eyes blinked owlishly at you. 

“Did you have the best day ever?” You murmur as you caress her cheek. 

She responds with a sleepy smile. Bee turns her head as the bed dips next to her and her attention shifts to Steve. While still in your arms she turns so that she can get a better look at him. 

“Hi my sweet girl. Are you ready for bed?” 

Bee tries so hard to stay awake but you know she’s exhausted after all the fun and excitement of the day. You can’t help the smile that forms on your lips as Steve sings a final Christmas song as the lullaby for the night. His voice soft and soothing pushes Bee into dreamland. 

“You and Bee are the best thing to ever happen to me.” Steve whispers. 

You smile up at him. “You and Bee are the best thing to ever happen to me too.” 

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Christmas date with Blurr

Short little thing for the holidays. Tried to get his speed talking to show. Have you guys seen that one RATBAT piece of Blurr and the lady?

Blurr revs his engine while you snuggle closer to the warm metal. It was fucking COLD and you were vastly underprepared for it. You had turned back to get a thicker jacket, but a certain blue speedster was impatient and snatched you up before driving off. Yes, the stars twinkled in the sky as beautiful as the lights strung among the trees and light poles. The snow looking glowly, the distant music cheerful. You were fucking freezing. Teeth chattering, goosebumps, can't feel your hands: freezing.

"I'msorrysweetspark, Ijustwantedtomakesurewegotherebeforetheyshutthelightsoff." He spoke rapid-fire as he tried to apologize, revving his engine again. A benefit of having a racer frame boyfriend was how much heat he put off. Miserable in the summer, but perfect in the winter. Despite the huffiness and annoyance, you were gonna soak it all in. Tucked up as close as possible and held in his arms.

It was hard to fault the bot completely. Needing to stay hidden was already difficult when he looked flashy in his altmode, and his regular mode would draw the worst kind of attention. The city had decorated the park into a winter wonderland that would only be up for one more night. Blurr had mentioned it plenty of times, and revealed that he had been scoping the place to find the right time to go with you. Before lights shut off and when there was no one else. Even with the lack of other humans, he had to keep to the trees, close enough to see and no closer.

"The lights are beautiful, even from a distance," he chatters on, carefully tightening his hold on you, nuzzling the side of your head, "Of course they aren't as beautiful as you."

You push at his helm playfully with a giggle, "Cheesy!"

"But true!" He flashes a grin and revs his engine. Heavy footsteps thudding over the snow in the shadows. Your own little hallmark scene, minus the CEO fiancé and small town with an obsession of Christmas. His faceplates find your cheek and he places an obnoxious kiss. You laugh and wiggle out of his grip and onto the snowy ground. Cold be damned, you were gonna throw a snowball at him. Fingers reaching into the icy white blanket beneath you as he cocked his head, trying to figure out what exactly you were doing. His face was so cute… The perfect target.

Blurr steps back in shock as the snowball hits him right between the optics. His mouth agape, steam rising where it melts.

"Sweetsparkhowcouldyou!?" You cackle and make another snowball, intent on getting him again. But the bot is fast and dashes away and around you, scooping you back into his arms, "Ithoughtyoulovedme!" "I do." You reply, before smashing the snowball into his face. He looks shocked again.

"Ohsweetspark, Ithoughtwehadsomething, Ireallydid." He starts walking and you worry you took it too far. Maybe should have explained snowball fights first.

"I'll forgive you this time." He reaches up to the tree you are being held under, and shakes a branch. You let out a screech as ice goes down your thin jacket. Smacking against his plating, you call him a few choice words. He just nuzzles your cheek with a grin and point out how you started it.

"I though you loved me." you repeat his own pitiful declaration of doubt.

"Oh sweetspark. Of course I do!" He sees the way you shiver and chatter worse than before, "Enough to keep you from freezing to death." He finds his way back to the roadway and transforms around you. Once you are comfortably sat in the passenger seat, he activates his holoavatar and turns up the heat.

"Ooooh much better," You settle back in the seat and sigh happily.

"You'll warm up quicker if you take that wet clothing off." The holo-avatar wiggles his brows and you roll your eyes. Blurr drives on, mindful of the ice and resisting the urge to speed through the streets. Watching out the window as city lights fade into sparse streetlights of the highway.

"Why did you want to take me there so badly?" You ask, chin in your hand, "It was nice but…" You stop talking when you glance at the Holo-avatar. It's gone tense, a sign that Blurr is uncomfortable so you drop it.

Blurr isn't heading towards your place, and turns into a neighborhood not your own. You narrow your eyes, mouth open about to question it. Turning the corner, it looks like you're in Santa's village. Every house decked out in lights and decor. Music, lights, the heater going. The only way to make this better would be a big mug of cocoa. You turn with a squeal and look at his holo-avatar, pointing at the giant nutcrackers standing guard.

"Look at them! Look at how cool those are!" A few more streets down, and you unbuckle to scoot closer to the avatar. Leaning against him as he cruises through the neighborhood, up and down each street. Nice and slow. Practically a glacial pace compared to what he prefers. You smile wide and talk about Christmas memories, different gifts you remember and traditions you wish to do again. After going through the large neighborhood, Blurr finds a place to park, still in view of the sparkling lights. Humming along to the music, you rest your head on the shoulder of the avatar, his arm around you. "I saw some couples." His voice crackles over the music, preferring to speak to you this way, even with the facsimile of a person in the driver seat.

"Couples? Walking around?" You look out the window trying to see what he sees, and why he pointed it out.

"At the park." He starts, "I saw couples at the park and thought maybe… Wellyouoncesaidyouwishedwecoulddocouplethings. AndIsawpeopleholdinghandsandwalkingunderthelights. Kissing under a plant."

"Kissing under a plant…" You think for a moment, eyes lighting up as you realize. Leaning close and putting your arms around the avatars neck, you smile "Mistletoe. You wanted to do couple things with me?"

The avatar nods and he speaks quickly again, "Iwantedtospendtimewithyoudoingsomethingspecial. Youseemtoreallylikethistimeofyear. Ieventriedtryingtobuyyouthatchocolatedrinkyoulovesomuchbut-"

You silence him with a kiss to the holo-avatar. It's weird to kiss it. Him, this way. Like kissing an old tv after turning it off, the buzz of static against your lips. The feel of something there, but knowing it was just a very real projection. His engine growls.

"My last partner complained about this all being 'basic bitch' stuff." You said, snuggling closer, "but I love it. Romantic snowy walks under the lights…. A drive with you is just as good. Actually better. I don't have to be cold."

The speedster smiles back, engine growling, "You'renotupsetwecan'tkissunderaplant?"

You grin, reaching for one of your festive Mistletoe earrings and hold it above your head, "I think I can make it happen."

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Homemade Ornaments

Spencer Reid x daughter!reader

Summary: How the Reids spend the Christmas season

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: None that I know of :)

A/n: Merry Christmas to all those who celebrate <3

Christmas in the Reid household was always a little bit extra. Spencer could count how many actually enjoyable Christmases he had growing up on one hand. Even as an adult, before having you, it was a time when he more often than not just felt the sickening feeling of loneliness eat him up. He once bought himself a Christmas tree and decorated it with ornaments he bought. For a second it was nice. Until it wasn't. It didn't feel the same as when he was five and him and his parents would dedicate hours to decorating their tree. It felt lonely and desperate. He didn't have the heart to put that tree up again.

Until you were born. For you, he would make Christmas fun and lively for as long as he physically could.

Your first Christmas was one of Spencer's favorite days of his life. Though you couldn't actually participate in decorating the Christmas tree or baking the cookies you couldn't eat, it no longer felt lonely.

Even if all you did was wordlessly stare at the pretty lights on the tree, it filled Spencer's heart with joy. You were going to love Christmas, he made sure of that.

The older you got, and the more things you were able to do, Spencer happily made up new family traditions for the two of you.

You always decorated the tree together. There wasn't a set date you did it, given his unpredictable work schedule. Sometimes it was as early as November 29th, and sometimes as late as Christmas Eve.

Spencer was busy attempting to plug the Christmas lights in while you made cups of hot chocolate. The same playlist of Christmas songs you listened to every year was quietly playing in the background.

You stood in wait, hot drinks in hand, and watched Spencer struggle far more than he should have knowing he'd done that every year for over a decade.

"Can I please just help you?" you asked.

"Nope, you could get electrocuted."

"So could you."

"True, but that's different," he insisted. "It would be irresponsible of me to knowingly put you in harm's way."

Finally, after what felt like a very long seventeen minutes and nineteen seconds, Spencer happily emerged from behind the tree. He adjusted his ugly Christmas sweater and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and then turned the lights on.

You lovingly admired the lights and handed your dad his mug.

"Ah, thank you, sweetheart."

You sat down in front of the tree and quietly sipped your drinks for a minute before you started hanging ornaments.

You cringed a little when you picked up the very misshapen ornament you made when you were a toddler. "Do we really have to hang this one up?"

Spencer gasped in hurt and took the ornament from your hand. "Yes. The tree would be incomplete without it. It was the first one you made without my help." You couldn't help but notice the absent-minded smile on his face as he admired the ornament in his hand.

Few words were spoken as you contently sat and continued decorating and sipping hot chocolate for the next hour or two. Every now and then you would reminisce on another old ornament. By the time you were done, Spencer could only count two that were store-bought.

Despite very year's activities being more or less the same, the tree, decorations, hot chocolate, music, and Christmas sweaters (Spencer bought you one slightly bigger than your size so you wouldn't grow out of it), it never got less enjoyable for either of you.

Baking cookies used to be a lot more chaotic. Spencer wasn't necessarily bad at baking, he just happened to burn or overbake cookies sometimes in fear of them not being baked enough and leading to you getting salmonella.

When you were old enough to help bake, the cookies turned out a lot better, they were (usually) edible.

This year you wanted to try baking gingerbread men. You gathered all the ingredients, your mixing bowl, and measuring cups.

While you made icing, Spencer measured out the ingredients. He liked to tell you about the exact ingredients and their chemical reactions when mixed together. It made baking twice as fun.

On the dining table you laid out things you could use to decorate your cookies. Frosting, chocolate chips, crushed pieces of candy. You removed a bowl of melted chocolate from the microwave and added that, too.

For no real reason, you and Spencer were excessively precise with your first ones, making sure your little gingerbread men looked like they were from a decorating cookbook. Admittedly, his looked a little better than yours.

Your second ones you did were far more messy. They all tasted the same any way, and the two of you devoured every bite.

Building snowmen was one of your personal favorite winter activities. Spencer always insisted you wear warm enough clothes, almost in excess when you were little.

Your snowman was almost complete, but it needed one last thing. And only then did you realize you failed to bring it with you.

"Dad, please tell me you remembered a carrot for his nose," you said, a dramatic amount of worry in your voice.

Spencer laughed quietly, "I was hoping you would remember but since you didn't..." He reached into your snowman making bag (something you thought of when you were four) and pulled out a carrot.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." You excitedly added the carrot to your snowman's face and stepped back to admire you and your dad's work.

"I think he looks gorgeous," you gushed.

"I have to agree," Spencer said. "Now, let's build him a daughter."

Christmas movies were a staple for the Reids during the holiday season. Most films you watched throughout the month were rewatches, but you would occasionally watch something new.

Spencer settled comfortably on the couch and and sipped his eggnog. You were busy putting your favorite Christmas movie in the DVD player. When you once suggested watching it on a streaming service, Spencer was horrified and told you to never say that again.

"How many times have we watched this movie?" you curiously asked your dad as the film started.

Spencer swallowed a gulp of soup. "Thirty-one and a half. If we continue at that rate, we'll be at a hundred-and-four when you're my age."

Not every Christmas was celebrated on actual Christmas Day. Spencer tried his best to be there every year but sometimes it simply wasn't possible. This year he was lucky enough to have the whole day off.

You woke up bright and early, so as to extend Christmas as far as possible, and sneaked to your dad's room.

Spencer snored quietly as he slept. You softly walked over to him and poked his arm repeatedly. "Dad."

Spencer hummed in response without actually opening his eyes. "It's Christmas, wake the fuck up."

Tiredly blinking his eyes open, Spencer started to groggily sit up. "Language." He wiped sleep out of his eyes and looked at the alarm clock next to his bed. "Sweetie, it's barely 6 AM."

"And?" You fiddled with the strings on your hoodie.

"And, your dad needs sleep." He lay back down with a groan but he could tell you weren't going anywhere.

He sighed and sat up again. "Fine, go get our hats."

You squealed happily and ran to get your mandatory Santa hats from the living room.

You already had yours on when you got back to his room.

"Running on socks is a bad idea." He yawned.

"Will coffee make you less of a Grinch?" you put his hat on his head, making sure to adjust his hair accordingly so it wouldn't feel off to him.

Spencer smiled tiredly. "Yes. Yes, it will."

The two of you made your way to the kitchen and you started making your coffee while Spencer put waffles in the toaster for breakfast.

He added whipped cream and chocolate chips to your waffles and crafted an almost snowman shaped clump.

You sat down in the living room — you opted for sitting on the floor in front of the couch — and ate your waffle.

You and Spencer were by no means chefs, but you still managed to make a decently good Christmas-esque meal. Some of the food was admittedly store-bought but you still tried to make a couple of things yourselves. The next few hours were spent cooking, baking, and talking with soft music playing.

Regardless of how well a dish actually turned out, you loved cooking with your dad. If it were anyone else you'd likely bump into them every other minute but you and Spencer worked well together. It was frankly quite surprising given your shared knack for clumsiness.

Spencer handed you a cherry and ate one himself. That was a mistake. You both thought the cherries were exceptionally good and thus the dessert you made ended up severely lacking in them.

"Two is probably enough, right?" You placed two cherries on top of the cake.

Spencer nodded in agreement as he popped another one in his mouth. "Definitely."

Once all the food was done, you took all of it to the dining table and set it out nicely.

"Bone apple teeth," you said with a bad attempt at a southern accent.

Spencer cringed. "Y/n..."

You cleared your throat. "Да ти е сладко." You smiled.

"Velbekommen," Spencer said back.

You continued to say the same phrase in every language the two of you knew. You stopped when you got bored, Spencer could say it in at least three more languages.

You took your emptied plates to the kitchen, though you delayed washing them until much later, and then joined your dad by the Christmas tree holding two slices of cake.

Every year, you challenged yourself to find Spencer a book you thought he would like, but hadn't read yet. This year you finally found one of the books you knew he'd been looking for for a long time. An old book from the early 19th century written by a not-so-famous mathematician.

Along with the book, which he greatly appreciated, you also got him a T-shirt and an oversized hoodie, one red and one purple. Ninety-nine percent of his outfits were made up of button-up shirts and ties, you wanted to get him something comfortable.

"Are these-"

"The exact hexcodes of your favorite shades of your favorite colors? Yes."

Spencer laughed. "Thank you, I love it."

"Did you know that in my entire lifetime, I've only ever seen you in an outfit without a button-up shirt two hundred and seventy-four times?" You asked.

"Okay, well, I happen to like all my button-up shirts," Spencer mused, looking down at his pajamas. "But I was not aware it was that little, no."

"Open your present." He took another bite of cake.

You reached forward and picked up your present. You opened it softly and carefully, in an attempt to not tear the pretty wrapping paper Spencer used.

Once you finally saw what it was a soft smile graced your face.

A Lego set related to your current favorite subject, with over a thousand pieces.

He'd also handwritten you a loving card.

You stood up and walked over to your dad and tightly hugged him from behind. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, sweetheart." He turned around to hug you back.

After you finished eating your cake, Spencer suggested watching that other movie a thirty-third time and you readily agreed.

You paused the movie twenty-nine minutes and twenty-four seconds in and looked over at your dad, getting unnecessarily close to him. "Do you want to go make hot chocolate?" you whispered.

He rested his forehead against yours and whispered, "Yes."

You followed him to the kitchen and sat on the kitchen counter, going on a random tangent about a topic very vaguely mentioned in the movie you were watching.

Spencer added mini candy canes and marshmallows as well as whipped cream to your drinks.

You cozily continued your movie and rested your head on Spencer's shoulder.

"You make Christmas fun," you mumbled.

"Thank you," Spencer said genuinely, pulling you into a hug. "You make Christmas even more fun."

[blujayonthewing]

there are A Lot of factors around me feeling increasingly Nothing around/ about christmastime over the last several years but one of them is undeniably the fact that it's, like, 45 outside and is forecasted to remain so for the majority of the month

[kitkat13001]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⋆ ˚❆ 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜

>> touya todoroki x reader

>> hero au, starts sad ends cute, established relationship, kinda cheesy touya but wtv 😋

it’s depressing, sitting here in the middle of your apartment all by yourself. if you were with the others, you would be having the time of your life right now. himiko and jin had promised to a throw a legendary christmas party this year. they’d even convinced tenko to go, which was a feat next to impossible. 

but you’re not at the party. you’re sitting here, on the couch in front of the christmas tree, all by yourself in the middle of the apartment. alone. 

you’ve been nursing a cup of hot chocolate to try and fill the empty space inside you, void of warmth, but it’s been cold for a while now. 

there’s christmas music playing in the background on the radio, and like it can read your mind, the infamous ‘all i want for christmas is you’ comes on. the singing voices are almost mocking you, their cheeriness the exact opposite of the way you feel. 

you know you should at least be trying to have some fun. you’ve got messages from all your friends sending pictures of the party, checking in on you, telling you it’s not too late to come over. you still can’t make yourself get up from this couch, and with your attitude right now, its probably best you stay home anyway. 

touya was out on some mission or another. you’d pleaded with endeavor to let him stay, but no dice. it was last minute and he needed the backup. leave it to enji to make his son work on christmas eve. 

you flick the radio off irritatedly, the room going silent. 

you sigh, leaning back into the couch, and turn on the tv, just for white noise. the grinch is playing faintly, but your eyes are closed. 

it’s eight pm. and you’re tired. you don’t remember the last time you were tired at eight pm. 

eventually you drift off in your misery, floating between sleep and consciousness. 

touya rolls his eyes at the obnoxiously loud christmas music coming from down the hall. damn rowdy neighbors. 

his key jingles in the door and it creaks loudly as he cracks it open. touya winces, hoping the noise won’t notify you. 

he’s surprised to find your sleeping form curled on the couch, a cold chocolate on the coffee table and a blanket draped over you haphazardly. 

he sets his things down, the dull thud of his bag hitting the ground and the rustle of his coat being put on the hook. 

touya hums softly, the song from the car radio stuck in his head. 

“i’ll be home for christmas,” he murmurs, pulling the blanket up to cover your whole body. “you can plan on me.”

he sinks onto the couch, maneuvering so your head is resting in his lap. 

“please have snow,” he sings softly, stroking your hair. “and mistletoe.”

he eyes the living room, all the decorations you had put up while he was gone. trying to cheer yourself up, probably. the thought made touya’s heart squeeze.

“and presents by the tree.”

his gaze falls on the small array of presents underneath the christmas tree. there weren’t many, given that it was just you and him in the small apartment, but just the idea of wanting to give each other something was more than enough for touya. 

“i’ll be home for christmas,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “if only in my dreams.”

you give a sleepy mumble and crack one eye open with a lopsided grin.

“you’re not santa claus.”

he chuckles. “no, but i figured this was better.”

you cling to him, nuzzling your head into his torso. your vice grip on him doesn’t lighten. 

“you’re home.”

“yeah, doll. i’m home.”

divider by @/saradika-graphics — more holiday fluff, for touya this time 😋 hope you like. if you want to submit a holiday request, try to get them in this week please! 🩷🩷 - 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 !

[nemesyaaa]

Seven days // Zach mclaren x female!reader

Summary ; After an injury from soccer, Zach is forced by his doctor to rest his feets at home which leads him to order food. It was just supposed to be one night, but it was before seeing how pretty you are. And this is how you end up meeting him almost every night on your shift because he couldn't stop himself from ordering just to see you on his door . The food is great but he's now looking for another taste...

Warnings : None. it's purely romcom coded with all the fluff plotline and the cheesy lines filled because i needed this <3 (the delivery trope is so much underrated.)

Author's note : This is dedicated to @nadvs because we belong in the same zach fanclub. but also it's for all the zach's girlies. ✨‼️

There was no one who loved winter more than you. you were always the first to look forward to this season of the year. From the month of November, you waited at your bedroom window for the first snowflakes, the first white trees, the first mist on the window, the first icy breath on the snowfall. You couldn't wait for the city to be immersed in the Christmas spirit with all the decorations in the streets, the lightened places, the warm outfits to alleviate the chattered teeth and the frozen hands stuck on the pocket. The sunny sky above the roofs of the houses completely covered in snow, the sidewalks buried under the ice, and the snow was so pretty to contemplate in the parks, northern lights and the winter landscapes.

You were definitely a winter girl. that night like all the others where you were not with your nose buried in your books or on the screen of your phone scrolling all your tiktok fyp, you were working as a delivery girl in a chinese restaurant a few meters away from your home. The old couple who ran the house had agreed to take you in, even without any professional experience, and you had always been grateful to them. They were friendly people with immigrant backgrounds like you. You bonded easily, and you were a bit like their granddaughter. It was crazy how the clash of cultures could bring people together.

Because you had been lazing around in your bed for too long, you had to take a fast shower, and leave the apartment quickly. you hadn't even been able to put on a coat as you were already heading to your workplace. the only thing you had time to do was get into the frosty december mood with an eternal classic of your playlist music in your ears called “Last Christmas” by Wham.

you didn't like being late, because it made it seem like you didn't take your job seriously even though it was currently one of the things that mattered the most to you. you had good bosses, nice colleagues and in addition to your salary, you received generous tips. you may not have been rich but life offered you countless things to make you happy.

the only thing she had never given you before was a boyfriend. you'd like to say you weren't desperate about it but you were already in your late twenties and had no experience. it shouldn't be shameful to be single and a virgin but you were starting to believe that you would never find the right person. However, you had crushes but you were just good at accumulating them, not collecting them.

a woman should think more about her studies than about guys. and you agreed, but it was terribly frustrating to see the whole world pairing up when you had never kissed anyone, or even discovered what true love was. it was completely ridiculous.

you pushed the door of the restaurant, your entrance punctuated by a shrill sound of a bell. you greeted your work colleagues, put on your outfit and apologized to the bosses. you were ready to return to service.

“I don't mind if you're late here, but don't be late for the customer " the grandmother behind the counter gently scolded you, with a compassionate smile on her face.

“There is no faster or more reliable delivery person than me. I remind you that I have five stars on the site.”

“think you can beat me?” Spencer, one of your work colleagues, had challenged you.

“i already did. but thanks you, you’re adorable but keep going, I love seeing you believe in your dreams.”

you giggled before grabbing the bag of food. when you looked up at the address, your eyes widened.

“ what's the matter ? ” he asked because of the sudden look in your face. “ Something's wrong ? ”

“ it's just…i already delivered this guy almost everyday this week…i'm just kinda surprised, you know ? ”

“ you doubt the quality of my food ? ” questioned your boss with a fake offended tone.

“ no, lady su. nobody makes better food as you in this town but isn't-it strange ? ”

"maybe it's not about the food that he orders so much." had simply commented on the grandfather who passed by with a steaming tray of delicious dumplings with a plate of Peking duck.

you rolled your eyes, not believing a word he had just said. but he replied with a wink. sometimes you wondered if they weren't your real grandparents.

you left the restaurant before starting your motorcycle. on the way, you began to regret not having brought a jacket or scarves because you were starting to shiver. the cold was terrible with the wind which literally felt like a blizzard. your body felt colder against the temperature and you had been sneezed on several times. your ears were icy, and you were sure your bones were frozen. at least your fingers were.

you parked in front of the building. you rang the bell for him to open the building door for you before going up the stairs.

you knew the place by heart now that you came there every day. even though you tried not to think about it, it gave you a strange feeling knowing that he ordered at the restaurant every day. it was quite curious. you recognized that the food was incredibly good, but so much so that he wanted to eat it every day?

no way.

impossible.

you weren't complaining about having such a good client, it was very cool but you had to ask yourself questions. you barely had time to knock on the door when it opened, as if he had pathetically and desperately waited behind until you arrived.

“hey” his voice was always so friendly, so eager to greet you.

“hey” you replied with the same intonation, before handing over the bag of food.

Usually, you never bothered to take a closer look at your customers. you delivered and left but this time, you couldn't help but observe him from the third time you came. he must have been the same age as you. he was easily taller than you, his size forcing him to look down on your frame. he had intensely blue eyes, even brighter in the light of the hall.

and you could tell by his athletic shape that he had a sports career at his college. but judging by the way he grimaced when he walked, it was on break. you could tell that he had recently had a problem with his foot. you didn't need to have studied medicine to know that.

even if he wanted to hide it from you, you could hardly ignore that he was in pain.

as he picked up his bag, you sneezed. three times in a minutes. you tried to appear completely normal but it would have been hard for him to act like he hadn’t heard anything.

“i’m s-sorry.” you apologized. “ i'm fine. ”

“don’t tell me you deliver in those clothes ? ”

"it's okay. it's not about the co..." you sneezed.

“what did you say already?” he mocked you softly. “hold on. can you wait just a second?”

“w..."

you couldn't finish your sentence as he already had his back turned to you. you sighed slightly. you couldn’t lie about how terribly cold you were. you were shaking, and your cheeks were frozen.

when he returned, he was holding a jacket in his hand.

“I can’t accept it, I’m sorry.” you politely refused.

“I’m not going to let you go without it.”

“It’s embarrassing. and it’s not mine.”

he placed the jacket on your shoulders, ignoring your words. “now it’s yours. ”

“ you're too kind. I’ll give it back to you after my shift.” you replied, thanking him.

“It can wait until tomorrow.”

"Are you sure? I don't want to take advantage of your kindness."

“you’re better like that…” he hesitated for a long time before answering. “It looks good on you, better than it does on me.”

“then I should keep it.” you joked.

your little moment was interrupted by the vibration of your phone. it was spencer. you smiled, and replied “sorry, I have to go.”

you came home around two in the morning, the night had been long but warmer with your client's jacket on your back. you felt so good in it that when you got home, you kept it on for a few more minutes. the garment carried his scent, it was soft and surprisingly light as a perfume.

the next night he ordered again. you had left home early so as not to be late for work. he ordered at the same time every day, and he was very conscientious about this detail. so he was always your first customer of the day.

you had picked up the food, and walked over to his house in a fuzzy coat and matching boots. you had opted for something warmer, and you were carrying three bags in your hands. Chinese food, coat and apple shortbread with an aromatic touch of cinnamon and spices. you had spent your free time cooking instead of studying in order to thank him for kindly lending you his coat because it had saved you.

you followed the recipe from a culinary influencer that you followed on Instagram. you hoped that would have an effect on him.

you rang the doorbell. and the moment he opened the door, you were about to greet him with your charming delivery girl voice, but the words stuck wildly in your throat. you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stay calm.

you were by no means shy, but he had literally managed to shove all of your self-confidence down your soul with his half-naked appearance. a hot steam hovered his tonic body and a white towel loosened his sculpted hips.

his chest was hot and wet as if he had just come out of a sauna. you wanted to look away but how were you supposed to ignore the size of his biceps when he rubbed his hair, the shaking movements of his arm making splash some beads of water. how were you supposed to ignore the six-packs exposed under your eyes. this body was just full of sins and you were about to lose your job if you heard your thoughts.

you gulped loudly, before finally being able to speak your mind. “ hey ! here’s your jacket. and i… ”

his smile was huge and in a way so warm. but mostly, it was his gaze. the way his eyes were fixed on your face, and your opened lips to catch every word of your mouth killed you. you tried to avoid his piercing stare but you couldn't escape it.

“ i made you some shortbread. i just hope you like cinnamon and apples. ”

“ you really made this for me ? ” he asked, like he couldn't believe it himself.

“ it's my way to show you how thankful i am. ”

“ seems like you've got a lot for me today. ”

“ "It's nothing. And you're a loyal customer. It's very nice to order from us every day. My bosses appreciate it."

“my name is zach.” he replied, holding out his hand to you.

“y/n.”

“I should have known you had a pretty name.”

you smiled before giving him all the bags. he returned a few seconds later with the tip. and your eyes widened at the amount.

“ wow... that's nice but i don't think I deserve that much money. "

“ you don't want my money ? ” he teased you softly, a little smile curving his lips. “ what can I offer you that would please you ? ”

“ you don't need to. just stay safe, okay ? ”

“ it comes from the girl who makes deliveries on cold winter days without a jacket. ”

“ i was stupid, it doesn't count. and I was late to my job, I didn't think too much. but now can you see ? i've got a superb coat. ”

he stared at you longer than he should. obviously, you were pretty. you were coming back from a long drive in the wind. you still had snowflakes in your hair, the tip of your nose was damp from the cold, your lips were slightly chapped and your breathing was foggy. you also wore an earmuff on your head which made your hair sag.

but you still looked so beautiful to him. his eyes were sparkling under the lights of the hall of his apartment.

“ would you mind if i ask you why you are ordering everyday ? i mean yea the food is really great and i'm happy that you're enjoying it truly. but it can't possibly be this awesome ? and deliveries cost some money at the end of the day, so is it…just about the food already ? ”

you know it was a risk to ask something like that but you couldn't hold yourself to hide this thought. you kept coming back everyday to his place, it was kinda your right to want to know. and also, he was not forced to answer you. you were anxious and afraid because you didn't want to seem bothered by him. you started to play with your fingers, slowly biting nervously your lower lip.

a little chuckle came from his mouth, before answering your thoughts. “ you've got me. ”

“ you think i'm dumb, zach ? ” you lighty joked to relieve the tension.

“ oh no. i know you're smarter than me, ma’am. ”

“ it's not true. you're just obvious. ”

“ but the food is really good. ” he defended himself by pulling out of the bag the box of noodles. “ want a bite ? ”

“ i'm working. ” you said.

“ actually, you're talking to me. ” he corrected.

how silly.

“ to be honest, i need to go back to work. my bosses will not be happy if i took too much time with a client. ”

“ then let's see each other without you being the delivery girl and me being the client. ”

“ i don't think it's professional. ”

“ think the way you stared at me when i opened the door was professional too ? ”

“ you know what you were doing. ” you mumbled in your throat.

“ and you're just mad because it worked. admit it, pretty. ”

you rolled your eyes and he laughed. “ it's not like you've got the body of an old man. ”

“ i'm a soccer player so i need to stay in good shape. i'm working out every day. ”

“ oh i totally suck at this game. ” you admitted.

“ you just need to learn. ” he answered. “ because, i promise, it's easy for a sport. ”

“ i don't know if i can trust you when i look at your foot…it doesn't look better since i come here…”

you didn't realize what you had just said until you caught his intense and piercing blue gaze on you. you looked away and he responded.

you had observed him. and you had just exposed it.

“It’s just an accident. It's nothing serious. I just have to be careful for a month but then I can start playing soccer and matches again. "

“you have to really love it to want to pick it up after an accident.”

“I don’t really have a choice.”

you would have loved to finish this conversation and even chat a little more with him but the clock was ticking and you had other clients.

"Okay. We can see each other again as normal people."

you wrote your number on a piece of paper before greeting him. you felt a little sorry for cutting him off in such a serious moment like this but you didn't have time anymore.

you couldn't afford to lose your job. you needed it. you were a student and you didn't really have the choice of working if you wanted to enjoy life, which was quite ironic.

When you got home, you had your phone on. zach sent you a message.

zach mclaren: hey

zach mclaren: your shortbreads were perfect

you: maybe i should start a business :)

(you boost my ego. thank you.)

zach mclaren: you know how to boost my ego too when you stare at me for so long

you: i was just checking that you don't get cold...

zach mclaren: you're not good at lying

zach mclaren: it's a compliment

you: i'm going to sleep.

zach mclaren: are you working tomorrow? i would love to see you

you: you're lucky. it's my day off.

it had already been half an hour since you said you were going to sleep but you continued to text zach. you would probably regret it tomorrow when you were half asleep in class but for now, you were responding to all his texts every second.

after your day of classes, you came home to change. you were meeting zach at the christmas market in a few minutes and you wanted to look presentable. you had arrived early for the meeting for fear of being too late, you hoped not to seem desperate or in too much of a hurry. when you saw his silhouette in the crowd, you smiled.

he was walking towards you, his hands in his pockets, and his lips were twisted into an adorable smile that was only addressed to you.

It was so warm in places like that but it was even better when you had someone by your side. you would think he was your boyfriend but he wasn't. you were still sadly single in winter.

“did you find something you like? " he asked.

“i was waiting for you.”

“ did you wait a long time ? ” he was now worried, but you reassured him.

“ also last time you said that you didn't have the choice to continue soccer…and i was wondering why ? i mean, there are a lot of alternatives. ”

“ i'm just…good at it ? i always focused on soccer since i'm a kid, and i've got no other skills or passions so i can't really give up. ”

“ there is no other things that you're good at except that ? i don't believe you. yes, i don't know you but you can't tell me you're only skilled at just shooting your feet in a ball. ”

“ i really need to show you what soccer is. ” he chuckled out loud, looking at you're confused look.

“ what do you do when you're at home ? you're just watching TV ? don't you read ? ”

“ it's boring to read. ”

you tried not to wince at his comment but your mouth was pursed slightly. “Have you ever tried to at least read some?”

you chatted while walking through the aisles filled with small traders. there was everything: jewelry, food, scented candles, soaps and body care, clothes and scarves, local products and a lot of other things.

“ i want to look at the scarves. maybe, i will find another one to add to my collection. ”

he nodded. honestly, all your desires were orders. he couldn’t say no to your sparkling eyes.

he followed you to the stand run by a lady behind her counter. she was quick to greet you as if you were her first customers of the day.

you grabbed the white scarf before wrapping it around your neck in front of the mirror. the wool was so soft.

you turned around to ask zach’s opinion but he was already looking at you. all his attention was fixed on you.

“it looks very pretty on you. you should pick that one. “

you didn't need to look in the mirror again because his gaze was terribly convincing.

White was certainly an ordinary color but with the tone of your skin, it was the ideal layering. the glow of your features was what made this scarf look so good, and what made you so attractive. Zach was literally watching you with stars in his eyes, trying so hard to not exposing his feelings but you were just so pretty with that accessory and your smile was literally taking his breath away. “ very pretty ” he whispered before towering with his height, using his hands to adjust the scarf around your neck.

His touch was so gentle, cold because of the snow that fell from the sky and gave your bones little shivers. You slowly met his gaze as his face was across yours, his fingers still wrapped around the fabric of the accessory.

Your mouth was agape, filled with tiny breathing that was tickling the space between you and him. You felt every snowflakes on your hair, your face getting colder with time.

When he took a step back, you looked away quickly.

“ i'm gonna take it then ! ”

“ you should. ”

when you were about to take out your wallet, he had already taken out his card to pay.

“You’re lucky to have a boyfriend like that. ” the lady commented.

“ he's n…” for some reason you didn’t continue your sentence.

you had just continued on your way to turn towards a food stand.

"you shouldn't have paid. I'll reimburse you..."

“I know but I wanted to do it. ”

"ok, then let me buy you something in return. why not a smoothie? athletes like that, right? it's fruity, it has vitamins. it's nutritious. let me find the perfect taste for you. ”

zach was lucky that you couldn't read his thoughts because he was gonna explode. hearing you talking about his health like that, turning yourself into a little nutritionist was something irreal for him. you were like a dream.

you were smart, gentle, soft and calm. you didn't need anything more to make him under your spell. just the way you were was enough. he was not the type to be difficult in regards to love, he could fall in love so easily with anyone. but the way you were, all the beauty that came from your brain, your physic, your gesture, your mind.

“ think you can do that without knowing every single thing about me ? ”

“ i know that you play soccer. ”

“ and ? ”

“ yea, you're kinda right. we don't know each other. but this is why we are here together in that marketplace. you're gonna talk to me about your life, the things you love, that make you happy and i will just be here, listening to you and realize that you're in fact a sweet boy. ”

“ only sweet ? i'm sure i'm more than sweet. ”

you ordered a smoothie and gave it to him, waiting to know what his thoughts on the state. he catched the straw with his mouth, and started to drink a little of the juice.

“ pretty good. ”

“ i'm glad. there are strawberries, bananas and spinach in it. i know it's the end of the day, but when you start your morning, it's a good and rich combo. ”

“ do you want to taste it ? ”

“ can i ? ”

“ you're lucky. i'm happy to share. ”

“ oh zach, you're too good. ”

“ i can ask for another str…”

“ it's okay. ”

he handed you the juice, and at the moment, you didn't care about the way your lips literally shared around the straw. you were just focused on how good your taste was. it was delicious.

you and zach continued to walk under the snow.

you shouldn't do it but unconsciously you noticed the little attention of the athlete. like the way he held you closer to prevent you from bump into people, the way he delicately readjusted your scarf so it wouldn't fall off, the way he slowed down when he felt like he was walking too fast for you, the way he went where your gaze went, looking at you so often to make sure that you were okay.

he was also a very attentive person. he loved hearing you talk, as he enjoyed listening to you. you were so interesting that he felt terribly boring next to you. you always had something to say, anecdotes, facts, stories. you could convince him to open a book more often with your words.

you had a way of being simply attractive.

when it started to get late, he walked you home. you talked about absolutely everything about cinema, music, sports, activities. you had never had so much fun. and it felt good.

you had even listened to music on the way home. you shared a pair of headphones that connected to your phone while remaining next to each other.

you had arrived at the door of your house, and a long minute had passed.

“thanks for today, zach. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a great day in my entire life.”

“then we should do this again. i mean if you're okay. ”

"Would you invite me again? It would be a pleasure. We could go to the cinema, or to.."

“whatever you want. i just like to be with you honestly. ”

you smiled. and his lightened gaze already catched your smile, while you wisely kept your hands in your pockets.

“ Oh, I almost forget.” you replied, giving him back the jacket he had lent you earlier. “ this is yours. ”

“you can keep it.”

“I can’t accept it.”

“And I can’t get it back either.”

“zach!”

"I'm serious. I'd rather see it on you than on me…”

he moved closer, leaning just above you. you had started to feel chills throughout your body, like squirming in your stomach. the proximity was so close that you were frozen. when you thought he was going to kiss you because he was leaning over your face, staring at you with light in his eyes, he simply blew on the tip of your nose. you shivered before feeling a slight rush of moisture on your face. a snowflake.

for some reason, you were kinda disappointed.

his mouth was so close to yours that you kinda expected it, his features were over yours, his lips were so close that you could feel his warm breathing against yours, and his nose was literally brushing your skin. the way it was so cold outside but every time he stood near you, the temperature rose again. it felt like he was enough to warm you up.

you didn't realize that you closed your eyes because of the sudden magic you felt inside your tummy. it was so strange. when you fixed your gaze on him again, he was two feets away from you and you chuckled softly. “ you scared me. ” you admitted. “ don't do that again. ”

“ i just protecting you from getting cold again. ”

“ you're worrying too much about me. don't forget yourself. ”

“ i can't help it. ”

"i-i need to go, okay. thanks you so much for today.”

“ text me when you're home. i mean in your room. ”

“ i'm literally there. ”

“ i just want to be sure. ”

“ okay. ”

you had been thinking about this day for the past two days. it occupied all your thoughts. you had returned to work, you had become a simple delivery person again.

you made your deliveries and then went home. the routine was the same except for one detail. zach had stopped ordering. now you were friends.

today, you suggested to Zach that you meet at the mall. It was quite cold outside due to the winter wind and snow so it was better to stay warm. you hadn't waited long before seeing him in the middle of the crowd. you were starting to get used to his presence in your life, and it was crazy how much space he could take up so quickly.

“wow, you really came fast.”

“I couldn’t keep you waiting. I'm a gentleman. ”

“I’m not that special you know.”

“I think you are. ”

“ I think you should stop saying things that make me want to fall in love with you. ”

“ Why ? Is it bad ? I'm a good guy. ”

“ Being too good is suspicious. ”

“ Fair point. ”

“ Anyways, does your feets hurt ? I've always ask you for things that make you walk so I feel sorry. ”

“ Don't worry, it's starting to get better. ” in fact, Zach was really surprised that you care about it. you cared about him more than he thought.

“ Really ? I'm glad. ”

you had followed the athlete to the video game store, a place that was extremely foreign to you but it was perfect. you wanted to know so much more about his world because since you knew him, you had the impression of only talking about yourself, of being the only one to open up.

“I bet you’re lost.” He scoffed, watching you glance around. “ You look like a puppy. ”

"I'm getting acquainted with your world. Be nice, will you?"

“I should teach you how to play.”

“ Oh yeah, teach me how to kick your ass. ”

" So this is your only motivation. ” he laughed, taking place next to you.

“ you know, i already play some games. not your type of game but…”

“ which one ? ”

“ just dance. ” you replied proudly. “ and i'm pretty good at it so don't even start to mock me. . ”

“ i believe you. but you know, you need to show me those dance skills one day. ”

“ don't say it twice. out of subject, why are we here ? you want to buy something ? ”

“ yea for my little sister. she loves to play video games like me, and it's Christmas soon so I want to buy her a new game. ”

“ oh so you're a big brother ? that's why you're so good with girls. ”

“ i thought i already told you. “

“ no, because i would remember it. what's her name ? ”

“ avery. i think you would like her. ”

“ i would like to meet her. ”

you kept talking while seeking a present for his little sister. when you find a game, he buyed it before the two of you walk to the bookstore. it was his time to get lost, and your time to shine.

“ so, this is your heaven ? ” he asked, still staring at you.

“ isn't it the most pretty place in the world ? i would buy everything here if i was rich but unfortunately i'm forced to choose only a few books. ”

“ you can read online. ” Zach suggested.

“ i know but this is not the same. i want to feel the paper. and i need to have the book in my room, to add it to my collection. ”

“ so you want to be an author later or something like that ? ”

“ oh no, reading is just a hobby. i learn a lot by reading. i can't believe you don't like it, or maybe you just didn't find the perfect book. let me find you one. ”

“ you really took that seriously. ”

“ this is why you shouldn't joke with me. so now, you're forced to read. ”

The Bluest Eye By Toni Morrison.

“ I've read this one when i was younger and it's beautiful. I think it's one of my favorites ever written. ”

“ I'm sure you've got great tastes. ”

one day, the grandmother who was your boss stopped you while you were going on deliveries.

“are you okay?”

“yes. why?”

“you know that guy you were talking about last time. he doesn’t order from us anymore. is he sick?”

" oh so that's it. don't worry. he just got what he wanted. " you replied with a wink.

A month had passed, and his feet were already feeling much better. he was going to return to university, and especially soccer.

zach mclaren : i've finished the book

you : how do you feel ?

zach McLaren : miserable

zach McLaren : but it was worth it

you : i felt the same the first time

you : but congrats, you read a book !

you : i'm feeling proud

zach mclaren : now, it's my turn

zach McLaren : come over

you : i need to study

zach mclaren : this is why you're texting me right now ?

you : i will be there in few minutes

you left your house after a quick shower to spend the rest of the day with him.

before returning to classes, he invited you to his house.

It was crazy knowing this building by heart even though you didn't live there.

he opened the door for you and you couldn’t help but joke. “ shit, you're dressed this time. ”

“ and i still make you look. ”

“ one point for yot. i've got the food. my bosses are generous and wanted to make the food for tonight. ”

“ i'm starting to be the favorite. ”

“ in your dreams. ”

you entered the apartment.

it was big enough for a student. you wondered how rich he was sometimes. you had started setting the table with all the chinese food, and he had brought the drinks. he had even prepared cakes for dessert.

you decided to watch a movie.

“what do you want to watch? ” he asked.

“ the princess and the frog. i'm in the mood to lurk at Prince Naveen. Isn't he the best prince ? ”

“ I thought i was. ”

“ So, i'm your Tiana. ” you joked. “ You would love me if I turned into a frog, Zach McLaren ? ”

“ Yea. And you will still be the best and the most beautiful person i've ever known. ”

“ I can't believe a man like you is single. ”

“ I can't believe you're single too. You're pretty, you're smart, you're talen…”

“ continue and i will think that you're in love with me. ”

“ does it matter ? ”

you looked at him, turning your gaze in his eyes.

maybe it was obvious from the start. all these commands, the way he looked at you, the way he absolutely wanted to spend time with you, the way he was constantly trying to talk to you. it wasn't just friendship, this affection was stronger, more intense. he wanted more than to be your friend.

what was less so for you was when all these attentions began to charm you. when was the moment, he made a house inside your mind and made you think of him so often.

“ Zach. ”

“ You're important to me. I love everything about you. I thought i was good by staying your friend but i want more with you. ”

“ It's so funny…I was just that delivery girl who came to your place and now, we're just here together…i mean, i'm just surprised…i'm just surprised because your words make me feel so attractive and important. i Always thought that i would end up alone and you just came into my life, made it brighter and now you're confessing your feelings about how you love me just because i was myself. ”

you were too sensitive, and zach took your hand in his, gently stroking your skin with his thumb, before you lost your gaze in the blue fierce of his eyes. “ hey, hey. look at me…”

“ when you seek love all your life and you suddenly feel loved, it's just so warm. you make everything so much better… ”

your words were shutted by his mouth, his lips moved into yours crushing them in a passionate kiss, as he pulled you closer with his hand on your cheek. you were exploding, making yourself a way on his lips, letting his free hand slowly down your body to catch your hips. he stroked them softly, his fingers dancing under the fabric of your t-shirt. you were on top of him, controlling the kiss with your tongue, and biting his lower lips with your teeths. you were pleased by the sounds of his moans under your breath. he was deliciously hot, and you shushed him with your fingers against the wet stream of his lips, forcing him to keep his mouth shut.

“ maybe, it's better to do it slowly because we are just confessing our feelings to each other. we shouldn't burn any step. it's okay for you ?”

“ i think you're right. it's better if we're taking time to make things right. ”

“ sounds like we're understanding each other well. ”

“ i really want to take my time with you, and we're not in a hurry. ”

“ i appreciate you for this. you're my first boyfriend you know and what i mean by that is that i'm…very happy that's you. i don't care that i'm not your first girlfriend because I feel really loved and it's all that matters. ”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Mini Christmas Tree and Hot Chocolate » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Week of December 1st-7th

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky comes home to see that you put up a Christmas tree and made hot chocolate.

Warnings: none except Fluff

Prompts: Drinking hot chocolate and Decorating together from @buck-star’s Fluffy Winter Event.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Divider made by me

Bucky walked down the street of Bucharest to go home to yours and his small apartment. He just left the market to get a few groceries. His hands were in his pockets of his jacket. Snowflakes came down and landed on him, sticking to his clothes. His boots made prints in the snow as he walked.

Bucky stomped his feet on the rug of the entrance to the apartment building you and him live in to get the snow off of his boots. He walked upstairs to yours and his apartment. He smiles to himself when he heard you humming Christmas music before he opened the door. He walked inside the apartment to see you making dinner. He put the groceries on the table and took his jacket and boots off before going to the kitchen. Bucky wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your cheek.

“Hi, baby.” You turned your head to kiss him. “Did the market have what we needed?” You asked.

“Yes.” Bucky answers. “I bought those cookies you told me about the other day.” He says.

Bucky spun you around and kissed you sweetly. You smiled against his lips and put your hands on his shoulders, rubbing your hands down to his chest and back up to his shoulders.

“Wanna see what I did to the living room while you were at the market?” You asked, looking up at your boyfriend.

“Of course, doll!” He smiles down at you.

You took his metal hand in yours and lead him to the living room, which was decked out with Christmas decorations. Bucky looked around the room look, admiring the Christmas decorations you put up. He smiles when he seen the small Christmas tree on the coffee table.

“I know the tree is small, but I thought we could decorate it together since it’s our first Christmas together.” You say.

The smile stayed on Bucky’s lips. He pulled you against him and kissed the top of your head.

“That’s an amazing idea.” He murmurs softly. “Is it ok if we drink hot chocolate while we decorate it?” He asks. “That’s what me and my sister did when we were kids.” He says.

“Of course!” You smiled. “Get comfortable on the couch and I’ll make the hot chocolate.” You say.

Bucky kissed your forehead before taking a seat on the couch. You went to the kitchen to make hot chocolate and then went back to the living room. You also brought a plate of cookies with you.

“Where do you want to start?” You asked, taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

Bucky stared at the mini tree for a moment, trying to decide where you two should start.

“Let’s start with the lights and save the star for last.” He says.

“Good idea!” You smiled.

As you and Bucky are decorating the mini Christmas tree and drinking hot chocolate, he pauses and looks at you in an admirable way with a smile on his face. It didn’t take you long to notice him staring at you.

“I can feel you staring, baby.” You say as you continued decorating the tree.

“I’m not staring. I’m admiring my doll.” He says softly.

You smiled and turned your attention to him. You leaned over and kissed him sweetly.

“Merry Christmas, babe. I love you.” You murmured softly, putting your forehead against his and looking in his beautiful blue eyes.

“Merry Christmas, babydoll. I love you too.” He almost whispers and gently caressed your cheek.

-Bucky’s Doll

[scariusaquarius]

makin' a list.

CHRISTMAS ADVENT BONANZA 2K24 DAY 10: Wish List, Ken 'Okarun' Takakura

Ken 'Okarun' Takakura Summary: It had been a long time since Takakura had made anything akin to a wishlist. You sit down with him, however, to make one together.

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A/n: I have NEVER written for Okarun before so this will be the first time I ever write for him. I hope that you guys enjoy!

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Genre: Romance, Friendship, Humor Rated: Everyone Warning: Fluff, Ken is precious :3, nerding out

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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Ken Takakura hadn't made a wishlist since he was 9. When he had discovered that Santa Claus wasn't actually real, and it was just his parents putting the presents under his tree, Takakura had been devastated. It had made him become slightly jaded by the holiday, and so every year since then, Takakura made it a point to avoid doing anything Christmas-like.

Call him petty, but Takakura was truly betrayed.

That's how he began to become obsessed with the supernatural; researching anything about aliens and UFO's and things that go bump in the night. Coincidently, it was also how he met you.

You were just as obsessed about aliens and UFO's like he was; and when you had sat with him in the library, gushing about his alien book that he was reading; it was the start of something great, at least to him.

It wasn't easy for Ken to make friends, and you were his very first one he'd ever had. To say that Ken Takakura adored you would be an understatement.

Then, he met Momo Ayase, and everything changed. He got his penis and balls stolen, got cursed, got his penis back, then one of his balls back, and it was a whole ordeal that he tried desperately to keep you away from.

But you were always such a caring person, and though Takakura tried to protect you, you still got involved when Takakura suddenly wasn't around as much. Strangely enough, you had taken the news of his newfound power very well.

Nothing had changed despite this new development, but Takakura was thankful for that. In a way, you made him feel normal again. That was why on a Saturday afternoon, the two of you were huddled up in your room; Christmas-themed arts and crafts strewn around the room.

Glitter and marker ink stained your fingers, and Takakura was sitting at the desk, watching you as you made a popsicle-stick version of a gingerbread house. A pen was between his fingers, an empty sheet of paper in front of him; decorated with little reindeer and presents but otherwise blank besides the title you had made for him.

"You haven't made a christmas wishlist since you were 9?"

You didn't look at him, your face morphing into an expression of concentration as you carefully glued the popsicle sticks together; precise with your movements and placements.

"No. Ever since I found out Santa Claus wasn't real, I just never really had a good feeling about Christmas."

You pouted, glancing over at him and making his back tense slightly as you sighed.

"Aw, that's so sad though. You should still do one, you know? Even if Santa Claus isn't real, it'll still be a good way to figure out what you truly want for Christmas."

You did have a good point there, he supposed. Glancing back down at the paper, Ken Takakura was then stuck with a dilemma that he hadn't had to deal with for years.

What was it that he actually wanted for Christmas?

Sparing a glance at you, you had gone back to making your gingerbread house, the room filled with christmas music and the subtle sound of the two of you breathing, and Takakura could feel a blush begin to crawl up his neck as an idea struck him.

Carefully, his pen moved across the paper, and he began to write.

Kenny's Wishlist!

New Binoculars

Cryptology: A to Z

New pair of shoes

A kiss from (Y/n) (L/n)

Takakura swallowed thickly before he carefully, but quickly, but his list into the red envelope you had put onto the desk for him once he was done and sat back in his chair. You glanced up at him, raising a brow.

"Are you already done?"

"Yep."

You made a face at him, rolling your eyes and huffing.

"You better not have just left it blank."

"I didn't, I swear!"

He couldn't keep himself from blushing, clutching the wishlist close, and you shook your head at him, sighing and raising your hands in mock-surrender with a smile.

"Alright, alright, I'm just teasing you is all. Let's go put the envelope into the mailbox."

Takakura nodded, and the two of you stood up, brushing your clothes off, and you grabbed another red envelope from your bag. Takakura looked intrigued, asking as he adjusted his glasses and leaned down a bit.

"Is that your wishlist too?"

You smiled brightly, nodding to him and brushing it clean of any glitter, dust, or debris that had gotten onto it since the time of you making it until now.

"Yep. I got it done right around the beginning of December!"

Takakura hummed, asking you.

"What did you wish for?"

Your smile became soft and gentle, and you looked down at the envelope when the two of you made it to the mailbox.

(Y/n)'s Wishlist!

(first item)

(second item)

(third item)

A kiss from Ken Takakura

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"Oh, you know...the usual Christmas list stuff."

Takakura didn't exactly know what that meant, but he didn't care. As long as you were happy and kept smiling like that, Takakura could live blissfully ignorant for the rest of his life. Placing his envelope into the mailbox alongside yours, he became shy, adjusting his glasses and voice shaky.

"Hey, would you...maybe...um, want to...get some hot chocolate and watch the new Cryptid show that came out? They're airing the first episode in a little bit."

Your eyes sparkled with excitement, and you nodded, grabbing his hand and making the man damn-near combust as you dragged him inside the house again.

"Yes! Yes! I'm so excited for it, I hear the pilot is gonna be on vampires and the Chupacabra!"

Takakura gasped, momentarily forgetting that your hands were still conjoined by the time you two made it into the kitchen where the hot chocolate Christmas kits were waiting.

"No way, really?! I thought it was supposed to be on werewolves?"

"Nah, werewolves are lame!"

"Hey, that's not true!"

END DAY 10

i didn't know how to end this so forgive me ;askdjf;alsdjf

[thedevilrisen]

"Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe!" with Jack please !!

Can do, angel! I have had two requests for this so I'm going to just mesh them into one!

You had just finished decorating for Christmas with your boyfriend Jack, you had put up the tree, hung the Christmas lights off the balcony and put little Christmas themed nick nacks you had found at target earlier.

While all the decorations were done, you felt like something was missing, more like smelt like something was missing. That's why you had told Jack you were heading out, jumped in the car and drove down to the grocery shop to purchase the ingredients to make gingerbread cookies!

What you hadn't anticipated was your boyfriend's evil streak to shine through while you were gone.

"Jack, I'm home!" you called out, kicking off your shoes in the entryway, and manovering around the dinning room table to get to the kitchen so you could place your bags down onto the bench.

"Hello, baby!" he smiled as he traipsed into the kitchen. You should of suspected something when he moved you to certain spot in the kitchen. "You've gotta kiss me."

"What?"

"Look up, baby." he spoke lowly.

Looking up you saw the clusters of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling fan.

"Jacky!" you laughed, faces moving in sync to get close enough so you could share a sweet kiss.

"I've go the stuff for cookies, want to help me bake them?"

"Yeah, I'll help!"

"Ok, I'll unpack the stuff and you go put on some Christmas music." you instructed, already starting to pull ingredients from the bag."

"Alright, but wait."

"What?" you asked as he pulled you back under the ceiling fan. Half laughing, half sighing you leant up and kissed him again. He pulled away with an excited grin and rushed off to presumably, retrieve his phone.

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Once he was back, the Christmas songs blasting, and the bench covered in flour, Jack had made it a game to see how many times he could pull you under that piece of fake mistletoe plant.

Twice when you went to pre-heat the oven, once on your way there and once on your way back. Once when you moved to the sink to wash some of the sticky dough of your hand. Thrice as you put all the trays of gingerbread cookies into the oven. Twice while you were waiting for them to cook, and finally when you was trying to pull the burning hot trays of biscuits out of the oven.

"Jack!" you shouted "Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe!"

"Wh-"

"I'm holding a burning tray of biscuits and could hurt someone with it." you reasoned "let me get them out, and while they're cooling, we can move the mistletoe to just above the couch."

"Now that's a compromise I'll take!" he said, reaching for the fake plant on the fan, grabbing it and running of to the living room with it.

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Thank you requesting, hope you enjoy!

[jeonjaemark]

getting into the holiday spirt || kim mingyu

content warning: suggestive, sexual themes, oral, MDNI || masterlist

a/n: hi lovely people!! i hope everyone is enjoying the 13 days of svt holidays. i might slow with posting within the next few days depending on certain things but i should have each one posted up until 23rd/24th. also i would highly appreciate it, if you can leave comments your thoughts/reactions to 13 days of svt holidays, so i know what you like and it would help me with writing more. don’t forget to reblog, like and comment your thoughts/reactions☺️ thank you again for reading & liking the short series so far 💗kate

i fluff up the ribbon to the outskirts of the tree branches then take a step back. i tilt my head off to the side debating if the red ribbons and white lights were balancing out against the tree. i didn’t want the lights or ribbon to look like they were choking the tree or clashing. i walk closer pulling at the ribbon and string of lights until it was to my liking then move down to adjusting the white knitted tree skirt with snowflakes. quietly humming along to the christmas music i step back and forth along the tree and around the ornaments i had dropped to floor.

“what do you think you’re doing decorating for christmas without me?” a deep voice questions from behind me.

“i got a little too excited when i saw you brought down the bins from the garage. i didn’t do much decorating, i swear.” i held my hands up out of defense.

mingyu pans his arm around our living room decorated in various blue and silver decor to go with our snowflake theme this year. it took everything inside of me to not drive to the store today and find more decor to buy for the house. it helped that mingyu had taken the car to the gym this morning. i smile to myself proud of the set up so far. the tree garland with blue and silver ornaments hanging down across the mantle. the mini town village set up on the cabinet storage. the floating candles with a snowflake inside of the case at the center of the coffee table. various blue and white pillows fluffed on the couch with a throw blanket.

“love, you only left the outside for me to decorate and half the tree. you deserved to be punished for your crime.”

“correction, the tree only has ribbons and chrsitmas lights around it. i just barely started putting on the ornaments until you caught me.”

“you know how much i love decorating for christmas with you.” he pouts crossing his arms.

around the holiday season i get a little too excited with all the songs, the decorations and the overall feelings that resonates being with loved ones on the holiday. every since mingyu has been in my life, he hasn’t let me decorate the place alone. he loved being around to help me, listen to christmas music, and snack on our reindeer chow i made. he would also give out his opinion on how to decorate. we would both debate on certain things but there was a lot of comprises. my favorite thing is to decorate the tree with him (and not just because he’s tall and can reach higher on the tree). also how he would pull me away mid decorating to dance with him to the songs playing.

“okay, i promise to not decorate the tree any further until you finish your post work out shower.” i held my pinky up to him.

he hesitates at first, still a bit sulky from my head-start, but he links his pinky around mine. mingyu tugs me closer pressing his lips against mine before breaking into a sprint up towards the stairs.

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while waiting for mingyu to finish washing up, i measure out the ribbons for the kitchen cabinet to decorate it like a christmas gift with a bow. i sway my body to the rhythm of sabrina carpenter’s santa doesn’t know you like i do. the song has been on constant play on my playlist ever since halloween ended a few months ago. i sing along to the song while cutting out the ribbons until the second verse comes on.

i drop whatever i am doing and twirl around the kitchen and smiling to myself at the thought of mingyu. i hated how easily he invades my thoughts with songs involving love. it’s impossible for me to not think of him because he is filled with so much of it.

i somehow make my way to the living room and start to belt out the second half of lyrics. my hand gently and passionately tapping against my chest and fall onto the couch. my heart jumps at the loud clapping coming from behind.

i push myself up against the soft cushions finding mingyu leaning against the wall. his arms crossed against his white santa shirt with his red plaid fleece pants. a smug grin on his lips and admiring eyes.

“how long were you standing there?”

“long enough to know santa doesn’t know me like you do.” he winks. my cheeks flush with warmth, slightly shy from being caught. “so do you want to start decorating the tree with me or do you need to wrap up your concert performance first?”

the songs were still playing and i roll my eyes tossing an ornament at him. he quickly dodges it and walks over to me giggling. i slide over the bin with all the ornaments we were going to use on the tree. mingyu separated the snowflakes in the boxes making it easier for me to take. we fall into our own rhythm of grabbing the ornaments, placing it on the tree and stepping back to examine the balance of the ornaments to the tree.

mingyu occasionally brushes his body against mine as he passes by me making his way around the tree. i can’t help but feel all tingly when his hand would brush against my exposed hips or when his body presses behind mine when he is reaching over me.

it’s not like i haven’t seen mingyu in months. he’s been home for some time now since his two month work trip but for some reason my body was quite sensitive watching him decorate the tree.

i hold the star and mingyu crouches down. i carefully swing my legs around his shoulder as he stood up walking to the tree. it takes me a second to the new height considering i am tiny. i stretch my arm out placing the star on the top then pat mingyu. mingyu takes a few steps back as we both stare at the tree mesmerized with a sense of accomplishment.

“you did good, my love.” he presses a kiss to my inner thigh.

my body freezes except for a small but hot tingly sensation awakens against my skin. i suddenly become hyper aware of mingyu’s head being between my legs. it’s never a good idea with him being so close. it feels so intimate and invasive at the same time even though his head between my legs have lead me to some of the best releases i have ever felt in my entire life. my core starts to throb at the proximity of mingyu’s mouth near her. it’s like it had a memories of it own and starts to ache for his ache for his attention too. memories of the way his tongue felt darting sucking in tandem with his fingers slowly stretching me in and out. the way my body would tremble simply at the touch his hand. fuck.

mingyu squeezes my waist breaking me out of my thoughts. my skin feels warm and my heart pulse a little faster being brought back to reality. i glance around the room as if anyone was here watching me when he carefully swings my legs off his shoulders and sets me back on the ground. we both fall back onto the couch staring up at the tree.

“i really love how the tree looks, love.” he brings his body forward when i notice the back collar of his shirt was damp.

“babes, i think you’re sweating.” i point out, hoping it’s actually sweat and not something that came from me.

i reach over to wipe it but mingyu reaches behind his neck touching the substance. a knowing grin quirks the corner of his mouth. his eyes go from light to something dark and sinister. if i wasn’t looking at him already i would’ve missed the shift in his eyes.

“i don’t think that’s sweat, my love. i think you were enjoying yourself a little reminiscing over old memories.”

“what do you mean reminiscing over old memories?”

“babes, i know how your body reacted when i kissed your inner thigh. it’s nice to know i have that kind of affect on you.” he giggles. “also after i did that, i tried talking to you but you were lost in your thoughts again and i felt the back of my neck getting a bit wet.”

i cover my face with my hands embarrassed by his words. every inch of my body wanted to scream out of horror. if only i could jump into a black hole and hide out until my face stops warming up and being red. am i comfortable with doing sexual things with mingyu? yes. am i comfortable talking about said sexual things with mingyu? also yes. will i still get shy getting caught having x-rated images and fantasies about him even after dating for some time now. fucking yes.

mingyu giggles sliding my hands away to cup my face. his thumb softly stroking my blushing cheeks. “it’s cute you’re being shy after getting caught but i would be lying if i said i wasn’t also reminiscing about what happens when i am between your legs.”

before i could even process what he said mingyu’s body hovers above mine. his arms trapping me between him and the couch. i glance up at him lust flashing over his eyes. i wrap my hand around the back of his neck pulling him down to me crashing his lips to mine. his teeth grazes the bottom of my lip slipping his tongue inside. the kiss intensifies as he slips one hand down to my needy core.

his lips find their way nipping at my neck all the way down until they reached the area where i needed him the most. mingyu kneels in front of me his eyes sparkling and glistening at my body’s reaction to him. his tongue licks at his bottom lip with appreciation of his view. without warning he dives right in not wasting any time. my body response very well and appreciative of him as a moans slips from my lips. mingyu begins to pick up pace switching between different techniques.

“gyu… feels so so good. k-keep going.” i pant breathlessly.

mingyu continues on his journey luring me into a wave of pleasure. his mouth doing wonders to my body. i could feel my head starting to get dizzy at the fast pace he was going at. my back arches off the couch but mingyu presses his hand against my hips keeping me in place.

my mind goes numb seeing the stars above me. i run my fingers through mingyu’s hair tugging him closer to me. so many things were happening that i barely had time to process any of it. mingyu looks up from under his lashes taking in every one of my reactions to him. i thrived knowing how well he knew my body’s turn ons and turn offs. it made everything with him a thousand times better.

his voice vibrates into my body making me coil with ecstasy. something warm boiling inside of my stomach ready to explode when his tongue hits a certain spot. mingyu notices my body’s reaction making him smile against me. he continuously hits that specific spot until i stop tugging at his hair. my head falls back from the amount of pleasurable bliss running through me veins.

i cry out his name as a harsh wave crashes over from my head all the down my toes.

one moment my body rises up from the cushions and the next it falls back to the couch. mingyu cleans up every drop not allowing anything to hit the couch. he kisses his way up my body trembling under his touch.

his hand presses lightly against the side of my neck as he kisses me softly this time. i could taste myself on his tongue. i smile into the kiss reaching down for his the band of his sweats and boxers. he grabs my wrist stopping me. his forehead pressed against mine as we both inhaled a breath.

“this isn’t about me right now, my love. i just wanted to punish you a little for getting a head start on decorating without me earlier.” he snickers pressing a kiss to forehead. “i promise we can get to that part of my punishment later tonight.

mingyu breaks away leaving me on the couch and returns back with a towel. he gently cleans me off before slipping back on my underwear and shorts.

it’s crazy how mingyu can turn a whole one eighty within the span of five minutes. one second we are on the edge of the couch in pure spice bliss the second we are cuddling in said couch watching a holiday movie.

[thirdsaltyhunter]

Cassette Tape

Summary: the story of a gifted cassette tape over the course of you and Dean's relationship

Warning: fluff/angst, talk of character death, heartbreak, season 3/4 references

A/N: this is a Christmas fic like Die Hard is a Christmas movie

2006

Not long ago you had met the Winchesters through Bobby and helped them out on a one or two hunts. Right off the bat, you made a good team. You and Sam were starting to hit it off, sharing an interest in supernatural lore and serial killers. You and Dean... eh not so much. You were caught somewhere between hating and loving his give 'em hell attitude.

After the impala got totalled by that demon, Dean had spent weeks fixing her in Bobby's shop. You had made him promise that once he got her running again, that he would take you for a drive. What could you say, you had an appreciation for beautiful cars.

Now that he had rebuilt her to all her former glory, you, him and Sam had set out on the back roads of South Dakota. Dean had stopped at a gas station to top off the tank. While he filled up and Sam went in to get a drink, you leaned over the front seat and rummaged through his box of cassettes. Led Zeppelin. Ozzy Osbourne. Styx. AC/DC.

"You have good taste in music," you commented as him and Sam got back in the car.

"Thanks," he gave a proud smile "pick what you want to hear," he said motioning to the box.

At this comment Sam gave Dean a look somewhere between offense and confusion. You didn't know Dean well enough to know that he never let anyone pick the music. Even though you were choosing from his music, it was still odd. Sam just shook his head and chose not to say anything. From the box, you picked out a cassette and handed it to him to put in the tape player.

"Good choice," he said, when he recognized which album it was.

You smiled and sat back in the seat, air drumming to the beat.

2008

What better way to spend Christmas than to help the Winchesters hunt a pagan god? That's sarcasm, you would much rather be in a warmer state than Michigan, but they had called you for intel and you happened to be not far away. It's a good thing you came, because they were chasing false leads and managed to get themselves tied to a chair.

After offing the murderous Hallmark Christmas couple, you were going to go back and spend Christmas with Bobby. That was until Sam had offhandedly mentioned that Dean wanted to have a real Christmas this year, as it might be his last. Your chest ached at the thought. You hated that he made that stupid deal. As much of a pain in your ass as Dean was, him and Sam had become some of the only friends you had.

You called Bobby and he agreed that you should stay. You made the decision then that you were going to help Sam scrape together the best Christmas you possibly could, whether Sam liked it or not. Funds and resources were limited, but you thought you did pretty good with what you found at the gas station. You weren't going to mention the decorations you had stolen from someone's front lawn... or the poor excuse for a tree Sam had cut down.

It was all worth it to see the look on Dean's face when he came back from picking up take-out. When he walked through the motel room door, his eyes lit up.

"What made you change your mind?" He asked Sam.

Sam glanced at you and looked down, not wanting to answer the question, so you changed the subject.

"Here, try the eggnog," you said, handing Dean a glass.

He took a sip and made a face from the significant amount of alcohol you had spiked it with.

"We good?" You asked with a teasing smile.

"Yeah we're good," he coughed. "Hey I thought you were leaving, why are you still here?"

Now it was your turn to not want to answer the question. "Bobby said a snowstorm was headed his way, so it was best I just stay here." Total complete lie.

"Well I'm glad you stuck around... First things first," he said setting the bag of food he had gotten on the coffee table and pulling out the presents he had gotten for Sam from the gas station.

"Great minds think alike Dean," Sam responded, pulling out his presents he had also picked up from the gas station.

Sam had gotten him a quart of oil for the car and his favorite candy bar. You had picked out a nice (as nice as you could get at a gas station) bottle of bourbon.

"These are awesome, thanks," Dean said with a bright smile. He glanced at you before getting up and grabbing his keys. "One second," he said holding up a finger to you, before disappearing out the door.

You and Sam shared a look of confusion. Dean returned seconds later holding a small item in his hand.

"Here." He handed the item to you. It was the cassette you had picked out to play that day in the car. "It's yours." He looked down and shifted awkwardly. "Also any other tapes you want you can have." You knew what was going through his head: I won't be using them soon.

"Thank you, you know I'll play the hell out of it." You put it in your jacket pocket and tried not to think about the time when you would be listening to it without him.

May 2009

Dean was gone. And you had fallen in love with him. What better time to realize you're in love with someone, than after they get dragged to hell and now you can't get out of bed anymore. Just your luck I guess.

Since he died, you've been staying at Bobby's and trying not to think about anything. Eventually you decided to get off the bench, get back in the game and start hunting again. Now you're sitting in your car, waiting out the horrible rainstorm you had gotten caught in on the way to the town where the case was. To pass the time and drown out the sound of your own thoughts, you pop in Dean's cassette. Laying back in the seat, like so many nights lately, you cry yourself to sleep.

August 2009

Somehow, by some miracle literally, Dean Winchester was alive and breathing. You could hardly wrap your head around it. It should be impossible, but hey, you had a knack for the impossible.

You, Dean and Bobby were now driving to go find Sam so you could tell him that Dean was alive. While you drove, Dean sat in the passenger seat looking a little zoned out. Not that you could blame him, if you suddenly got pulled out of hell, you'd be reeling too.

To pull him out of his thoughts a little, you turned on some music. The first thing that played was the tape that was in the player, the one Dean had given you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a small smile grace his lips as he recognized the song.

"This the one I gave you?" he asked.

You nodded. "Yeah, I guess you'll need it back now," you answered with a smile. You were more than happy to return Dean's cassettes. He was alive and that's all that mattered.

"I gave it to you, sweetheart. Me being back doesn't change that."

It amazed you. Him saying that was proof to you that, despite going through literal hell, his caring, giving heart was still intact. If anyone had an excuse to be cold and selfish it was him. Yet the more you got to know him, the more he shocked you with how loving he was. Your heart clenched with the weight of emotion you carried for him. Though now certainly wasn't the time to go admitting any feelings. He had enough to process as is. So instead you just smile at him and he looks at you like you're the first beautiful thing he's seen in a long time.

"Alright enough you two, you're makin' me sick," Bobby chastised from the back seat.

You just laughed and turned up the music.

[https-harlow]

Jack Harlow

Series

Dad Jack

Concepts

All Individual Fics

All of my Jack Harlow Fics (oldest to newest)

Saturday Night Live

The reader is a very famous actress, has been since they were a child. Jack has been very open about his crush. The reader ends up hosting Saturday Night Live the same week Jack is the musical guest.

An Evening I Will Not Forget Part 2

Jack and the reader had been friends as long as they could remember, eventually turning into boyfriend and girlfriend in high school. Until several years later when their relationship fell apart and they had to continue their lives without each other.

Missed You

Jack shows up at your house at 2am because he missed you.

Proposal

Jack takes reader on a helicopter ride in Kentucky or Miami and he proposes afterword it’s at night by the way and urban and everyone set the scene for when they land back at the helipad.

Protect You

Jack wants to keep you and him a secret to protect you and him from the media but it lowkey hurts u. Like let’s say you guys are walking back to ur hotel one night and then he sees paparazzi and instantly drops your hand and your trying to not let it bother u but when he looks up at you after dropping ur hand you have tears in your eyes and he feels bad.

Settle Down

Jack wants to settle down, but you think he should continue to focus on his career.

Mini-Me

Paisley’s first dance recital, where you find out that she truly is a mini-Jack, and Jack, you, Paisley, and Olive start a new tradition.

The Early Years

You met Urban in middle school, which eventually led you to meeting Jack in high school. Urban saw how much you two liked each other before either you or Jack did, eventually setting you two up. Causing you to realize your feelings and make your relationship official shortly after.

Paisley's First Word

You and Jack had been trying to get Paisley to say mama or dada as her first word, but when Urban returns from a trip her first word isn’t what any of you expected.

Pumpkin Patch

Taking Paisley and Olive to a pumpkin patch.

Taking Care Of You

All Jack wants to do while you’re pregnant with your first daughter, Paisley, is take care of you even if it’s something small like putting lotion on your belly. You and Jack also start to celebrate Jack’s birthday with your tradition of giving each other gifts at midnight, though this time it is a matching gift. Jack can’t sleep and ends up talking to Paisley while you’re asleep.

Gentle

Paisley watches how Jack interacts with you during your pregnancy with Olive, and with Paisley being Jack’s mini me, it only makes sense that she copies him.

After Party

Jack and the reader would rather spend the after party alone then with others.

Keeping Secrets Part 2

You decide to tell Urban about your relationship with Jack, but he doesn’t respond in the way you thought he would.

Halloween Costumes

Paisley and Olive pick out their Halloween costumes, along with yours, Jack’s, Urban’s, and Clay’s.

That's Not My Daddy

Paisley and Olive see Jack in his wigs for Saturday Night Live for the first time and Olive refuses to believe it is him.

I'm Not Jealous, Just Protective

You and Jack go out to a club when a guy approaches you to hit on you and Jack gets jealous.

I Love You Because

You are struggling after giving birth to your second daughter Olive between feeling overwhelmed and dealing with the changes that happened to your body during your pregnancies, while also comparing yourself to some of the girls in Jack’s music videos. Jack reassures you that he loves everything about you.

Christmas Date

Knowing Christmas was your favorite holiday, Jack planned a Christmas inspired day for the two of you, decorating your Christmas Tree, watching Christmas movies, looking at Christmas lights, wanting to make your first Christmas as a couple and living together special, then on Christmas you exchange gifts.

Meeting Santa

You and Jack take Paisley and Olive to meet Santa.

Christmas Eve

How you and Jack spend Christmas Eve with Paisley and Olive.

Christmas Morning

Christmas morning with the family and you and Jack, with Clays help, surprise Paisley and Olive with a special present.

Elf Emergency

Olive accidentally touches the Elf on a shelf and Paisley is afraid the elf is going to lose its magic.

24 Hours With Jack Harlow

Based off the Vogue 24 Hours With Jack Harlow video.

New Sibling Reactions

You and Jack tell Paisley and Olive about their new sibling, except Olive isn’t ready to be a big sister.

Touring & Pregnancy Tests

Towards the end of the Come Home The Kids Miss You tour, you and Jack find out you’re pregnant with baby number 3.

Aren't You Nervous?

How you and Jack find out you are pregnant with your first born, Paisley.

Memories

You and Jack take Paisley and Olive to the park you went to a lot while dating, where they ask you questions about your relationship.

Baby Brother Or Baby Sister

You and Jack tell Paisley and Olive if they are getting a baby brother or a baby sister.

Officially Outnumbered

You give birth to your and Jack's third baby. Paisley and Olive meet their little brother.

First Concert

You and Jack take Paisley to the Eras tour, which happens to be their first concert other then watching Jack preform.

Pool Day

You, Jack, Paisley, Olive, and Hayden spend a day in the pool.

Presence

When you ask what Jack and Urban want for their birthday, they both say they want you.

Trick Or Treat

You and Jack take Paisley, Olive, and Hayden trick or treating.

Christmas Day

You, Jack, Paisley, Olive, and Hayden celebrate Christmas.

10 Years Later

You and Jack felt like your family was complete after four kids, but you start thinking about having a fifth baby.

She's Totally Flirting With You

Jack gets hit on by a waitress, though he thinks she's just being nice, Paisley and Olive come to your defense to convince Jack she's flirting with him.

First Time Parents (Paisley's birth fic)

You give birth to you and Jack's first daughter, Paisley.

We're Doing Something Right

You and Jack catch Paisley and Olive trying to make sure Hayden falls asleep.

It Was Always You

Despite Jack’s marriage to Amber, you and Jack make confessions to each other that you probably shouldn’t.

Cheered Up

After Gazebo festival is cancelled, you find a way to cheer Jack up.

Met Gala 2024

You and Jack attend the Met Gala, except not together, technically.

We're Going To Atlanta

You find out if you were accepted to a college in Georgia, something that needed to happen for your parents to let you move to Atlanta with Jack after high school.

Bonnie & Clyde - A Scalvo Fic

You and Scalvo are partners in crime, but what happens when a robbery doesn’t go as planned?

By My Side

Despite his team's wishes, Jack has no desire to portray being single to his audience early on in his career. He wants you and your future daughter to be by his side through every step. You come in to meet his team, and bond with Neelam.

Insta AU’s

Date Night

My Girl

Paisley’s Pregnancy & Birth Announcement 

Olive’s Pregnancy & Birth Announcement

Christmas Trees & Gingerbread Houses

Valentine’s Day

Baby #3 Pregnancy Announcement

[ohblimeygeorge]

Was gonna put it on ao3 but thought tumblr can see it first, so here’s fluffy festive gewis 🌟🎄

Merry Christmas!!

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Christmas time was the couple’s favourite time of year. It was an excuse for them to spoil their loved ones, to be able to see the excited expressions on their faces. They also loved decorating. Come the first weekend of December, Lewis would be up in the loft bringing down the boxes of decorations whilst George rearranged the living room furniture and gave everything a tidy ready for the tree to take centre stage. They’d wrap up snug and head towards their local garden centre and spend a very considered time choosing the most perfect tree for that year, Roscoe helping them out by peeing near the ones he didn’t like. Once the tree was selected, they’d take it home and set it into place, when Lewis would connect up his music to play Christmas songs before heading into the kitchen to make hot chocolates, leaving George to start decorating.

George took this job very seriously. Every bauble had its spot and not one could look out of place. Amongst the standard ones, there were a few special baubles that the couple had bought together over the years - from places they’d been, or ones with dates on to commemorate occasions or just miscellaneous ones that reminded them of a funny memory. They all held a fond space in their hearts and George was adamant they would all be shown off every year. Lewis loved watching George at work. The little furrow in his brow from concentration, the tip of his tongue poking out when he was trying to hang a bauble just so, whizzing from the front to the back of the tree so every inch was covered. He’d even sometimes involve Roscoe, who would patter over and sit next to the boxes of decorations, inquisitive to see what his human was up to. George would take a bauble out, hold it up to Roscoe to let the dog sniff it then ask him where he thinks it should go, pausing almost as if to genuinely wait for a reply before responding, you’re so right, boy. I think it would look perfect here too. Lewis loved him so much. Once all the decorations were deposited on the tree and around the house, the couple would settle down on the sofa with another hot chocolate and watch a Christmas film, Roscoe snoozing across their laps.

Throughout the month of December, they would meet up and take part in festive activities with their friends and make sure to see family they hadn’t seen in a while, sharing stories from throughout the year. They loved it - that feeling of being around those they cherish the most and being able to soak it all in and relax as the year came to a close.

On Christmas Day, they switched it up every year. One year, they’d visit George’s parents and spend the day there with his siblings and nieces and nephews, then the next year they’d do the same with Lewis’ family, then the next they’d host themselves and both families would attend. It was crazy when that happened but their families got on well together and they adored the chaos of the kids running around and Roscoe basked in the attention.

This year was their turn to host and so the couple spent Christmas Eve preparing food ready for the big day and making sure all their presents were accounted for under the tree. On Christmas morning, they woke up bundled in each other’s arms, warm and cosy, a shared ‘merry Christmas’ mumbled between them. They revelled in the calm moment they knew they’d only be able to enjoy for so long before having to get up to start the preparations for their guests. Once they’d laid there long enough, they got up and trundled down the stairs, Lewis letting Roscoe out for his morning relief whilst he started on breakfast and George was in charge of tea. Sitting down on the sofa, a plate of breakfast on their laps and cups of tea in their hands, they each took a moment unbeknownst to the other to think of what the day would bring.

Soon enough the families started arriving and the whole house was filled with noise. Warm and comforting. Joyful and safe. They all sat down to open their presents together, gathered round the big table for Christmas dinner and played games until their stomachs hurt from laughter. The evening begun to close in, the siblings with their children and eventually their parents saying their goodbyes and leaving to venture home after a full day. Once it was just George and Lewis again, they decided to tidy up what little mess was left behind before sitting down to enjoy the rest of the evening. After all the jobs had been done, they moved back to the living room where some Christmas special was humming low on the tv in the background, fairy lights twinkling softly as George was about to sit down but then: “wait.” He looked up as Lewis spoke, feeling quite daft as he was half crouched half stood, frozen in place. “There’s one more gift I’ve got for you. But I wanted to wait until everyone was gone.” Lewis explained.

“Oh.” George said simply.

“It’s under the tree, right at the back.”

Lewis stood still as George manoeuvred himself onto the ground and looked for the gift Lewis was referring to. Finding it, he showed his partner with a raised eyebrow who encouraged him to open it with a gentle nod. Turning back around to face the Christmas tree, George slowly undid the bow before tearing at the paper. Upon reaching the box inside, his hand instantly stalled, cheeks feeling warm as his mind went to one thought only. He carefully lifted the lid of the box only to start to see what looked like a bauble inside and feeling his hope deflate. However, as he fully opened the box and read the inscription on the face of it did he understand. Letting out a gasp, George whizzed back around to ask for clarification on what this meant but found he didn’t need to. As Lewis was already down on one knee, ring box in hand, the dazzling jewellery catching the colours of the tree lights.

“George, you are the love of my life and I cannot imagine spending Christmas or any other day for that matter without you by my side. Will you do as the bauble asks and do me the honour of marrying me?”

Eyes instantly welling up, George brought his hands to his face in shock. But he knew what his answer would be. What the answer would always be.

“Yes.”

Grinning, Lewis took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto George’s finger, it fitting perfectly, before he took his fiancé’s face in his hands and kissed him. George kissed back with as much passion and the two broke apart only to catch their breath, foreheads close together as they basked in what just happened. “You know,” George began in a whisper, the mood not calling for anything louder. “It’s funny you said you had something to give me once everyone was gone, because I do too.”

Lewis looked at him quizzically as George once again crawled over to the tree but instead of looking under it, went rifling through Roscoe’s toy box which was placed next to it. As confused as he was at seeing his partner rummaging through his dog’s toys he couldn’t help but smirk at the ring catching the glow of every light along the way. Once George found what he was looking for, he knee-walked back to where Lewis was and handed him his own special gift. Biting his lip with nerves as Lewis copied his previous actions, carefully undoing the wrapping, the younger began to absentmindedly twirl the ring around his finger for comfort. As Lewis got to the box and lifted the lid he saw he was also greeted with his own bauble. But this one said: “Baby Hamilton due 2025…” Lewis was in shock as he looked up at his love, “George are you serious?”

Nodding softly, George tried a smile, “One hundred percent serious.”

He didn’t receive an answer after that just another all encompassing kiss before being gathered into the strongest, most safest and loving embrace he’d ever felt. “Fuck I can’t believe it.” Lewis chuckled wetly, and that was when George realised he was crying.

“Please believe it. We’re gonna be parents!” He grinned, feeling himself relax. But then Lewis got a funny look on his face, “but, you had that done without knowing I was gonna propose?”

“Uh yeah..”

“Well then how did you know it would be Baby Hamilton?”

George placed his warm hands onto Lewis’ cheeks, thumbs sweeping away the stray tears and making sure he was looking directly into his eyes as he spoke. “It was always going to be Hamilton.”

That night as the last hours of Christmas Day passed, the two newly engaged parents-to-be were cuddled up on the sofa watching the last Christmas film before bed, Roscoe snoring at their feet.

The two new baubles placed proudly at the top of the tree just so.

[lives-in-midgard]

🎄Christmas With The Maximoff Family 🎄

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: After celebrating Easter and Halloween with Wanda and her kids it's time to celebrate the Christmas season.

Word Count: 945

A/N: Hey everyone! Here is another fic with the Maximoff Family. I think I should really make a Masterlist with the fics I wrote for them as a family now. Hope you enjoy! 💗

Divider made by @saradika.

Prompt 19: Family time AU

(prompt from @buckys-wintersoldier)

Masterlist | Fluffcember Masterlist

It was just a few days after Wanda and you took down the Halloween decorations around the house, and when you asked her to help you move the Christmas decorations from the garage into the house. You had the idea to surprise Billy and Tommy with it when they got home later. So, you and Wanda went to the garage right after breakfast. You looked around and immediately found the boxes with Christmas things you put there when you moved in. You were so excited to celebrate your first Christmas with them. You can’t wait to experience all the activities and traditions that lie ahead.

“Wow, detka, you really love Christmas.” Wanda said when she saw how much it was.

“Yeah, I really do.” Wanda laughed and then helped you carry everything into the house. With the help of her magic, you finished very quickly. You looked around for a while and didn’t really know where to start because now you not only have your things, but also Wanda’s Christmas decorations. Wanda decided to put on some music and then the two of you started decorating. While decorating, you would sometimes look at her and smile. If you had to stand on a ladder to hang something up, Wanda could use her magic.

“Let me help you detka.” Wanda said when she saw you. She quickly walked towards you until she was standing next to you. You didn’t know what Wanda was planning until you suddenly flew through the air and landed perfectly in her arms. You looked at her and started blushing and hiding your face in her neck. Wanda started giggling and gently dropped you back to the floor. You both smiled at each other. Then Wanda leaned in, tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you. As you broke the kiss you said.

“But now we have to move on before Agnes comes home with the boys.” Wanda looked at the clock and then nodded.

“Oh yeah, we really have to.” After half an hour you were finished and went into the kitchen with Wanda to start cooking. You were putting the food in the oven and were about to kiss her again when suddenly the door opened, and you heard Billy and Tommy come in. Wanda looked at you a little annoyed.

“They always come at the right moment.” You chuckled and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then took her hand and walked into the living room.

“Wow, that looks so cool.” Billy said and both kids looked around smiling.

“It was your moms’ idea.” Wanda said, looking over at you. You blushed and nodded. It still felt new to be called their mom by Wanda and other people, but you were so happy with them.

“I also wanted to decorate but Ralph said it was too early.”

“Oh, Agnes, don’t listen to him. Do what you want to do!” Wanda advised her. They talked for a while, but you couldn’t hear about what, because Billy and Tommy were now asking you about some Christmas traditions, they would like to do this year.

“Let’s talk to your mama about it later, okay.” You suggested. And that’s exactly what you did later that day. Wanda made a list of all the activities you would like to do.

Time passed and you did many things that you wanted to do. You went ice skating, built a gingerbread house, and watched movies together. When it started snowing, you had a snowball fight and had a really nice time together. You and Wanda made a homemade Advent calendar for Billy and Tommy. They were very excited and happy to open it every day. One day you suggested going to a Christmas market and the boys went there to meet Santa. On a snowy afternoon you wanted to decorate the Christmas tree together. It was such a beautiful and special memory for all of you.

You and Wanda also had some special moments just for the two of you. One time when you were baking cookies together it ended in a fight and the two of you ended up full of all sorts of things. Then you had to take a shower and then snuggled up in bed to watch a movie.

You had such a wonderful Christmas time together and now it was finally Christmas morning. When you woke up, Wanda placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You cuddled for a while and talked about whatever came to mind.

“I love you so much, Wands.” You said after a while.

“I love you too, detka.”

“I can’t wait to see Billy and Tommy’s reaction to their gifts and yours to my gift.”

“Me too and I can’t wait to see what you’ll say to mine.” You stayed in bed for a few more minutes until you heard Billy and Tommy knock on the door.

“Mama, mom!” They shouted and you both chuckled.

“Come in, boys.” Wanda yelled back and the door opened as quickly as possible. They ran to the bed and jumped in.

“Slow down boys.” You said but also had to laugh because they were so excited.

“Can we see what Santa put under the tree?” Billy and Tommy looked between the two of you. You looked over at Wanda and nodded at her.

“Sure, let’s go.” She said, jumped off the bed but waited for you and Wanda to get up and go downstairs with you. As the boys ran to the tree, you took Wanda’s hand and kissed her on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

“Merry Christmas, detka.”

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[katiemccabeswife]

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Katie McCabe x Reader || It's December 1st which means it's literally already Christmas! (Made up game mentioned)

You should have been paying attention when Katie told you which stadium the Arsenal V Man City game was going to be played in but you were too busy thinking about the following day. One more sleep and it was officially the Christmas season.

You couldn’t help it. Christmas was around the corner and your body was full of adrenaline and excitement for the holiday season, Christmas being your favourite holiday, even over your birthday.

Katie was due to head off for the game while you had to stay at home due to a check-up appointment for your ACL which was torn almost 4 months ago, adding you to the ACL squad. Normally you would go with the girls to cheer them on from the crowd but the appointment was more important than the game. The game falling on the 1st of December was just an added bonus.

Due to your love for Christmas, Katie had grown to have a special love for the holiday but she was nowhere near as fond of it as you were. She still believed it to be silly to set up the Christmas tree and other decorations before December had even begun so you were forced to wait until December 1st.

“Hello? Are you in there, love?” Katie tapped lightly on your forehead as you had zoned out and were looking at the blank wall as if it were a million pounds.

You blinked and turned your head back towards Katie, “Sorry, what was that?”

“You alright?” She tilted her head to the side as if it would give her a better look at you to see if anything was physically wrong with you.

“Yeah, I’m perfect,” You smiled and moved forwards to kiss her, to shut her up, “Right, you’ve got a big game tomorrow, so we best be off to sleep. Night!” You kissed her once more before turning off your bedside lamp and closing your eyes.

“Night?” Katie questioned but pulled you into her and closed her eyes as well.

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The morning had gone as they usually do, the both of you, having built a routine for game days which only slightly changed after you tore your ACL. You were buzzing and Katie was lost on the true reason and when she asked you blamed it on your upcoming appointment and getting to watch your girlfriend play.

You both left at the same time but drove in separate directions and you were pleased with the absence of traffic and lack of patients in the doctor's office which meant you were in and out of there as fast as you possibly could. The news that your knee was healing faster than usual only added to your bright mood and you treated yourself to a holiday drink and pastry from your favourite cafe.

Your mood lead to you leaving a generous tip and buying a beautiful bouquet of flowers, also leaving the vendor of the floristry a generous tip. The traffic was still minimal on the way home as you sang Christmas songs for the first time this year and you were feeling amazing.

As soon as you got home you turned on the TV and made sure you had enough time to dig out the Christmas boxes from the spare room before the game was due to start, when you saw that there was plenty of time you screeched with joy and walked briskly (being weary of your knee) towards the spare room to receive the decorations.

You had your Google Home playing Christmas music softly so you could still hear the commentators of the game while you were whizzing around the apartment, Santa hat comfortably on your head. You stopped every now and then when you heard excitement through the TV and celebrated every time the girls won a challenge or scored a goal and groaned when Katie eventually got a yellow card.

You were sitting on the living room floor with your attention split between the Christmas tree in front of you and the game on the tele. You had set aside the star, wanting to wait for Katie to be home to put the final touch on the tree. You were officially done and so was the game and you were filled with joy as the girls had won the game by 3, Katie assisting 1 and scoring 1, and how beautiful your Christmas-ified apartment was.

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It had been a few hours of buzzing around the apartment, waiting for Katie to come home, which consisted of lighting the candle that smelt of fresh-cut pine, cinnamon sugar and toasted marshmallows and making gingerbread cookies. Christmas music was still playing and you had lit the tree’s lights and were anticipating the arrival of your girlfriend.

When you heard the door click open, you jumped up from the couch, slid around the corner, courtesy of your fuzzy socks, and ran at your girlfriend.

“CONGRATULATIONS MY LOVE!” You yelled as you jumped into her arms, “Guess what?” 

Katie laughed at your attire which was a Christmas-themed onesie, “Hmm, I wonder, what’s that smell? And what is with the decorations?” She questioned sarcastically.

You dropped from her hold and crossed your arms, “I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, love. IT’S CHRISTMAS!” You switched your attitude in a second and began to shake Katie’s shoulders. 

“Oh, really?” She laughed.

You took her hand and dragged her towards the living room which looked like an elf had thrown up across the room, “Oh my god,” Katie shook her head and laughed.

You rolled your eyes and collected the star from the coffee table, “Look, I left this off so you could say that you helped!” You knelt to one knee and presented her with the glitter-covered star.

“Oh, bless,” She took the star and you hand and pressed onto her tippy toes to settle the star on the top of the tree, “Thank you, I appreciate that,” She gave you a huge hug and squeezed you tight before kissing you deep on the lips.

You smiled goofily at her, “You stink,” She laughed loudly at the statement, “Why don’t you go shower and I’ll make hot chocolates!” You clapped at your idea and ushered her off to the bathroom before making your way to the kitchen.

Once Katie was done, so were the hot chocolates and you had also set out some of the gingerbread cookies, “Look what I made you,” You showed her one of the cookies which was iced with a #1 and was cut into the shape of a medal.

“Beautiful, love. Absolutely stunning,” She took a bite, “And delicious,” 

The night was spent watching Christmas movies and eating takeout in matching Christmas onesies. You were still buzzing as you closed your eyes, resting your on Katie’s chest.

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I am absolutely loving my Katie McCabe TikTok advent calendar!

[fanficsbysteve]

Author’s Note: So, I really wanted a cute BuckTommy Christmas story. And this is what happened. Hopefully, everyone likes it. I enjoy reading your comments and tags so please keep them coming. I also appreciate any likes I can get. When I figure out a title for this, I’ll post it on AO3 as well cause the Kudos and Comments there also give me inspiration to keep going.

Rating: G

W/C: 2944

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Thanksgiving wasn't Tommy’s favourite holiday of year. That holiday privilege had always gone to Christmas. Growing up it had been the one day of the year where everyone in his family got along, there was no fighting, just happiness. So, the moment that Thanksgiving was over, Tommy started his decorating. He had boxes and boxes of decorations in his garage. And this year was the first year in many that he had someone to celebrate and decorate with.

Evan was still in bed when Tommy was rummaging around in the garage, slowly boxes of trees and ornaments and everything else you could imagine started to make its way from the garage into the living room. It was time to get the decorating started and nobody could tell him otherwise.

First task was organizing everything. He had decided on a theme years ago that he liked so he stuck with it. He connected his phone up to his speaker system and started to play some Christmas music to get him in the mood. Not too loud. He didn’t want to wake up Evan. Ok, so we have the tree, the mantle village, the ornaments, garland, a never-ending supply of neatly organize lights, he wasn’t going to be spending hours untangling these. He had things to do.

As he pulled different things out of their boxes, he also spent some time in the kitchen. Today was not the ‘spend too long making breakfast’ day. This was a coffee and a bagel day. The coffee machine was brewing. He was busy so he didn’t do the bagel. He did hear some shuffling around upstairs. He poured two cups of coffee, making his how he wanted, and leaving the cream and sugar out for Evan to make his. Taking his mug to the living room, he set it on the mantle and started to rearrange the furniture in the living room. He had been waiting to do this as it was noisy.

Evan shuffled into the living room holding his cup of coffee, a zombie of a human being. This must be one of the mornings where he isn’t a ball of sunshine right off the bat. Tommy was amused by this, “Morning,” he called out to Evan as he moved a chair from one corner of the room to another, stood for a second, and then nodded. This would work.

“Bah,” Evan wasn’t in a sunshine mood this morning, “You sleep well?”

Tommy answered while still organizing everything, “I slept ok. Too much food at Bobby and Athena’s house last night. The food coma helped some.”

“Good to hear,” Evan put his mug down on the coffee table, and came up behind Tommy, pulling him into a hug, “My mind just kept going so I stayed up a bit later than I had originally planned to.”

“I think I briefly woke up and saw you on your phone,” Tommy leaned back into the hug. It felt nice. It was nice to be treated once in awhile. As the older man in this relationship, he tended to be the initiator of most things, “What hole did you fall into last night?”

“Besides yours?” Evan chuckled at his horrible joke. Tommy pulled out of the hug slightly and looked over his should with a ‘You’ve got to be joking’ look, “Why Turkey is the protein of choice in North America during holidays, while in Europe they tend to have Goose,” Evan said, “Turns out its all marketing and money.”

“You’ll have to tell me all about it while you help me decorate,” Tommy pulled a box with an artificial tree in it. He’d always had an artificial tree and something about the consistency that it brought felt right. Of course, a real tree was always nice, but it left a mess all over the place, took way too much effort to keep alive the length of time that Tommy liked to have it up, and disposal was a nightmare. He just liked to stick to an artificial one and add pine scented candles around the room to give the effect of a real tree.

Evan groaned as he fell onto the couch, “You decorate this early? Its the day after Thanksgiving.”

“Christmas was the one time of year when my family stopped fighting,” Tommy said offhand, “So its really the one holiday that I truly enjoy and I might go a little overboard with the decorations, and start earlier than most people do, though I think they put things up in September in some places, but its something that brings me joy.”

Evan took a swig of his coffee, stood up, cracked his knuckles, and said, “Alright then Auntie Mame,” another half attempt at a joke, “What do you need me to do? If it makes my man happy then I’m ecstatic to help,” the determination on his face didn’t mask the exhaustion that was also there. Thankfully, they both had today off.

“I’ll go easy on you,” Tommy smiled, “Since you were up half the night researching turkeys and geese.”

“Thank you,” Evan truly sounded exhausted.

“I need you to sort out the stocking holders and stockings for above the mantle,” Tommy said, “And start setting up the village. There is a picture in the main box,” Tommy pointed to the box labeled village, “On where everything should go. However, if you feel like something might look better a certain way, let me know and we can make some changes. This is your Christmas as well.”

Tommy watched as Evan went about sorting out and placing the various stocking holders and village on the mantle. It was easy enough work for the time being. It would get more difficult later when they started putting lights up on the house.

“Who’s Paul?” Evan asked out after a bit of time had passed. Tommy got all the furniture moved around and had set up the tree. He was about to start the lights when Evan asked his question.

Tommy frozen in mid-motion. Paul. He had almost forgotten about Paul.

Tommy paused for a second, “I forgot I had that one in there,” He came over and took the stocking out of Evan’s hands, “Paul was one of my military buddies.”

“Just a buddy?” Evan raised an eyebrow, “I know in my family we only made stockings for important people to us.”

“Well, it was Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell time,” Tommy explained, “And I was still trying to delude myself into thinking I was heterosexual at that time. But Paul was more than a buddy to me, I guess. We would stay up well past curfew talking about our lives, what we wanted to do in the future. That kind of stuff,” Tommy held the stocking close, “I may have had a crush on him but he was always talking about all his conquests before he went into the military,” Tommy put the stocking down, “We were sent to Iraq, whatever name they gave to justify the invasion had been earlier that year so we didn’t expect to see any combat. One night we were just chatting. It was around Christmas time, I think. Hard to tell in the desert unless you were paying attention to a calendar.”

“Hard to tell around here as well,” Evan piped in, looking out the window at all the green trees and grass everywhere. Tommy knew that Evan did miss the snow in Pennsylvania when Christmas came. It never snowed in LA.

“Well, I told Paul about all my Christmas traditions,” Tommy continued his story, “Family stockings, little villages, the whole thing. He made me promise that I would put a stocking up for him. I think he knew how I felt about him. He just didn’t want to lead me on at the same time. We didn’t talk about it like that. Anyways I said that I would of course put one up for him when we got back home. He was killed in action a month later.”

Evan got up and hugged Tommy again, “I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Evan just squeezed Tommy hard while they stood there.

“I put this up as a memory of him,” Tommy continued. He grabbed a stocking holder and walked to the mantle. He took the stocking and put it up, “I originally didn’t want to keep putting it up, it brought back too many hard memories. But I eventually made one and started putting it up. A memorial of sorts.”

“That’s a super sweet story,” Evan said looking at the stocking. Tommy smiled looking at it.

                Coughing, Tommy started to rummage in a box, “OK onto the next stuff,” He pulled out the base of the tree and started puttering around to get that organized. He had spent the extra money for the pre-lit one. He liked the way it looked. The lights were more hi evenly spaced. He plugged the first part in and used that to make sure that he got the next pieces in correctly, “I do love how this looks.”

                “We always had a real tree in Pennsylvania,” Evan commented, “But then again it was also easier to just go out into the woods somewhere, ask a farmer and cut your own down out there than it is here. Unless you want to decorate a palm tree.”

                “I’ve tried doing that,” Tommy admitted, “Its not as fun as it looks. Just a bunch of lights going up the trunk. Doesn’t look as nice as the fullness of the evergreen.”

                “I agree,” Evan said. He got up and brought some baubles over and started to help putting them up.

                Tommy let Evan do what he wanted with the baubles. They weren’t needed in a specific place. But he had a few that needed to be placed a certain way. One for his mother. One for his sister. They were both no longer with him, so he needed to remember. The only family he had was his drunk of a father and he pretended that man didn’t exist. He was somewhere on the east coast last he heard. Good riddance, Tommy thought.

He walked over to the box of decorations while Evan did the baubles and started to set up his little Christmas village. His mom had loved the villages she saw in stores, she liked to fantasize about the perfect home in the perfect town where everyone was always happy, and nothing ever went wrong.

The village had its own little space on the mantle. Carefully Tommy placed each house where it should go. Little corner store near the back, dream family home on the left, a church on the opposite of the house ‘Every town needs a church even if you don’t believe because sometimes, they can be good people. Being religious doesn’t automatically make you a bad person. Being a bad person makes you a bad person.’ That’s what his mom had always said anyways. He didn’t believe it due to how horrible religious people had constantly been to him in his 40 years of life, but he kept the church just for her.

“That’s a cute village,” Evan said, “Didn’t know you were religious.”

“Oh, I’m not,” Tommy replied, “Far from it. My Mom believed in the good in all people even the religious whack jobs out there. I keep the church for her.”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Evan asked meekly, “You’ve never really talked much about your family. Just your father who you very obviously don’t get along with.”

Tommy sighed, he didn’t like talking about this, but communication was key in a relationship, “Mom died when I was six. Car accident. My sister Amy was with her. They had been going out to look at all the decorated houses around my hometown. I had stayed home because I wasn’t feeling well. My father was also feeling unwell. Drink driver hit them, and they both died on the scene. This was the 80’s/90’s,” Tommy placed a little motorized skating rink in the middle of his village. He plugged everything in, hiding the power bar so that it wasn’t easily visible but was safe. No cotton snow to hide it, “That’s when Father became a raging drunk who constantly beat me.”

Evan gasped at the story, “I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

“I’m not,” Tommy replied, “this made me the man I am today. And the military but that less so. The military was a means of getting away when I was old enough.

“Still,” Evan pulled Tommy into a hug and gave him a kiss, “That had to have been hard at 6 years old.”

“You didn’t have the greatest of childhoods either,” Tommy countered, “We all have our trauma’s, how we handle them is how we are represented. I spent a few years going to therapy regarding mine. I don’t know what kind of stupid things I could have or would have done if I hadn’t done that.”

“I don’t want to think about that,” Evan replied. They continued along with their decorating. Slowly the living room started to turn into a Christmas wonderland, “Have you ever wanted to just leave your decorations up and just become a Christmas house?”

“Every single year when it comes time to put everything away,” Tommy laughed as he replied, “But every year I remind myself, the magic of it is that you only put it out for this short time of each year. If you were to leave everything up, then what’s to get you excited next year?”

“That’s a good point,” Evan placed what he hoped was the final bauble on the tree, “We only had real trees as mentioned so there’s always a temporariness to it since you always had to get rid of it somehow. Unless you wanted dry pine needles all over your living room.”

Tommy smiled at Evan. It was nice to just do something together with just them. Usually someone from Harbor or the 118 was around so it was difficult to just get some alone time with just them, “And the final touch,” Tommy took out some wax melters and placed them on different tables around the living room. There were only 2 and he didn’t intend to have them on at the same time. One was enough to get the smell around the room, and then you turn the other on while you clean the one that just ran out of scent. He flicked the switch and went to sit on the couch. It was late afternoon now, so they deserved some time to just relax. Evan joined Tommy on the couch and snuggled up in his arms. Slowly the scent of pine tree started to permeate the room. Evan took a deep breath, “I know you said they were Christmas, but what do I smell besides pine?”

“I make my own wax melts,” Tommy admitted, “I can never find the scents I really want in the way I really want. So, I make my own with pine oil, some cinnamon, some vanilla, and the barest hint of cloves. Something to have the Christmas smell for me.”

“It smells perfect,” Evan said, “Is there anything else that needs doing?”

“Oh, there is lots to do,” Tommy replied. Evan made a slight groaning noise, “But that is for another day. Today was about setting this up and now relaxing. Maybe order something for delivery.”

“I think they added a new restaurant to UberEATS that I’ve been wanting to try,” Evan added.

“Sounds like a wonderful plan,” Tommy replied, “I’ll get that ordered, and you get to relax since you helped me so much after a food coma and a traditional Evan Internet Deep Dive kept you tired.”

“An informative deep dive,” Evan replied, not leaving Tommy’s arms. Tommy smiled, it would be hard to hold Evan and order dinner, but he would keep it that way for awhile. Tommy didn’t even smell the wax melts he made. Just Evan right now and it was perfect.

“Well, you’ll have to tell me more of that deep dive that you learned,” Tommy added, “But lets just relax a bit for now.”

Tommy was perfectly happy. He had Evan, he had his memories and his decorations. Everything was perfect. Without noticing, Tommy’s eyes may have flicked to the bedroom area without thinking. Hidden away in his nightstand, a special gift that Tommy intended to give to Evan on Christmas. But that was a few weeks away, so he tried not to get too excited about it. Tommy did hope he would say yes though.

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Author’s Note: I just really wanted a cutesy Christmas decorating story. Christmas is my favourite holiday, so I just want a happy one for my favourite couple. I apologize if there are some conflicting ideas in here. I honestly don’t plan ahead on what I write. I just start and stop and go from there and as the words come into my head that is when they come into my story. I legit didn’t know where it would end, just that it would end eventually. Any Constructive Criticism is welcome.