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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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DAY NINE: Cuddling when it's Cold w/ Bucky Barnes

a/n: Omg I loved writing this sm, it's ridiculous. I always try to capture Bucky's accent, but I feel like you can't really tell, and I don't want to abbreviate any words to the point where he becomes southern LMFAO!

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You wish you had Bucky's body heat, especially when the winter weather rolls around. You would think with all that extra cushion you had, you would have been able to keep yourself warm, but your boyfriend had no qualms when it came to your body, and having to cuddle to share some of his heat with you. You see, that supersoldier serum had affected everything in Buck's body, including the way his body maintains homeostasis, so he was like a radiator, no matter what kind of temperature it was.

You woke up to your body shivering, your blankets feeling as though they weren't thick enough as you rolled over to your boyfriend, curling your body into his. A light hiss could be heard from him, but nonetheless he didn't stir, the only part of him moving was his metal arm, and it curved to hook around your waist. You were instantly overcome isth a feeling of comfort, a blissful sigh falling from your lips.

"You're cold as ice, doll." Bucky murmured. "Sorry," You apologized, yet you didn't stop snuggling into his bare chest. "It's fine. Did you forget to turn on the heat last night?" You lifted your head up from his chest, looking into his teasing eyes as you grinned sheepishly. "Maybe?" He laughed whole heartedly, his body rising and falling due to the vibration. "It's not my fault you're so warm." It was no lie that you had found yourself falling in this same routine; freezing bright and early in the morning, curling into Bucky's bare body, and getting some morning lovin'.

"'M starting to think you're doing it on purpose." He falsely accused as he tugged you up so your head was right over his, your lips brushing up against each other as you were now halfway strewn over him. "What if I am?" You asked playfully. "Aw, now that's just naughty." He said mischievously, tugging you down so that your lips met, moving against your lips lazily.

Yeah, you're forgetting to turn on the heat tonight.

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rebelliousstories · 18 days

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Family

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Louis Pointe du Lac x Reader, Lestat de Lioncourt x Reader

Fandom: Interview With The Vampire

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 910

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Claudia has requested that everyone get along for one night. Hopefully, they can make her Christmas wish come true.

Every Christmas, Claudia was given any and every present she desired. New dresses, dolls, fabulous art; you name it she had it. And since being gifted a mother figure, she only had one wish for Christmas. Well, one main wish. She wanted everyone to play night and have a family night in for Christmas. Her two papas and mama bickered constantly. Louis tended to isolate himself from the other two, but she never went without love from them.

Oh, they would pretend in front of her, but she knew that they would argue when she retreated into her coffin for the evening. They would try to keep their voices down in the beginning but inevitably, they would start shouting at some point. One night, Claudia hit her breaking point. Her papas and mama had been arguing for hours. The sun had almost risen, and they still were not done. Crawling out of her bed, she held her doll tight as she made her way to the living room where the adults stood.

“All he is asking is that you don’t bring Claudia along with you to hunt all the time, Les. Please, she’s an impressionable young lady and it’s Christmas. Will you please calm down for an evening?” Her mama pleaded, grasping Lestat’s hands in hers. He tugged them away sharply.

“Well, I think she should be going out. Experiencing life as a creature of the night. Why shouldn’t we when it’s Christmas? It’s not like god has forsaken us or anything.” He lamented, as dramatic as ever. Louis remained silent, which gave the young girl the perfect time to slip in.

“Will you all stop fighting?” Claudia demanded, standing firm in her place.

“Claudia, what are you doing up?” Louis finally spoke after a moment, coming to scoop her up. She let her papa hold her to his chest, while she continued to speak.

“I couldn’t sleep because of the arguing. It’s not right for you all to be this unhappy at Christmas.” She cried, tucking her face into Louis’ shoulder.

“Oh dear,” her mama came near, “we’re not unhappy. Just sometimes adults sound that way when they are passionate about something.” Stroking her daughter’s head, Claudia’s eyes became wide and filled with tears as she looked around.

“Will you please get along for one night? No arguments or anything. Just one night, please?” Her tears flowed down her face, and even Lestat seemed moved by the display. No one said anything as they looked at each other.

“Let’s get you to bed, little one.” Mama and Louis walked with her still in his grasp to her coffin. They laid her down, and with a final goodnight kiss to her perfectly curled head, the lid was shut. Walking out of the room, the couple stopped for a moment and stood in silence as they took in the gravity of Claudia’s words.

“Have you finally decided to join me once more, or am I too much trouble for you?” Lestat growled as they re-entered the room. She made her way across the floor, skirts flowing behind her to hold the blonde vampire.

“Les, we only want what is best for Claudia. But you heard her tonight. All out arguing is doing her no favors. Let’s just try to be more understanding for the season?” He stopped, and just stood there with an indignant expression on his face. Looking over, Louis seemed to straighten up under his gaze, with hopeful green eyes. Lestat held out a hand to his other lover, and brought him into the mix. Everyone was holding each other and standing still in the moment.

“I suppose we can put the debate on the back burner for now. I’d like to spend the night surrounded by my people, if that’s alright.” His tone was teasing,but the other two vampires were content to being there with him. It was a tight fit, but they made all three of the sleeping in the same coffin together work.

They spent the evening together, loving the ability to get back to how they used to be as younger vampires. Kisses were shared, as well as words of love that seemed to envelope the vampires in the coffin. No one called attention to the fact that this was the most Louis had spoken to Lestat in months.

The next evening, after the sun had fallen and the moon had replaced it, everyone began to stir from their resting places. However, Claudia noticed she heard no voices. No one was talking, or arguing, or shouting. It was silent. Tentatively, she opened the lid of her coffin and went to check the others. Louis’ was empty, as was her mama’s. Maybe they had taken off to go do some shopping before the shops closed for the evening.

But her ears caught something, that her eyes found next. Lestat’s larger coffin was emitting noise and was slightly cracked open. Tip toeing over, Claudia peaked her eyes in and found a sweet scene. Her two papas were wrapped around her mama in a sleepy embrace. No one had quite made the effort to get up, but all of their eyes were still closed. She smiled as she beheld them, happy to see them get along for once. Closing the lid back to where it was cracked, Claudia went back to her own coffin and figured she could use some more rest on this cold winter’s night.

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darkleysgarden · 1 year

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Obey Me 25 Days of Christmas Day 16: Spiked Eggnog

Ship: Dialuci

Diavolo sat next to Lucifer on a fancy couch stationed in the House Of Lamentation.

The brother's were holding a mini Christmas party, only close friends and family gathering.

Lucifer finished drinking his third cup of eggnog, standing up, "I'm going to get another cup, be right back."

"Really?" Diavolo startled, "Another? I'm surprised you like eggnog so much."

The black-haired man let out a small delightful chuckle, "Yes, yes. I'm a big fan of the drink. It only comes around this time of year, and it's hard to get in the Devildom. So, I always drink as much as I can when we have it. Plus, not to mention, this year it'stasting extra delicious."

"I should change that," Diavolo began to form a plan in his mind, one Barbatos would groan at, "Year round eggnog. It's perfect. I'll bring this up to Barbatos. Then, you can have all the eggnog you can possibly imagine."

Another beautiful chuckled escaped the man's lips, "That won't be necessary. I'm content with my once a year treat."

Lucifer continued to drink cup after cup of that eggnog.

And Diavolo began to notice that he was acting a bit....off.

He started to kiss Diavolo like crazy (not that he was complaining), trip over his own two feet, giggle more than he ever should, slur his words, say things he would NEVER normally say, cling onto Diavolo like he was a lifeline, WHINE, and even more.

Some of that stuff became more common when the two were in private, but Lucifer would never slip like this in front of anyone, especially his brothers.

Based on the symptoms, Diavolo could easily tell that his boyfriend was incredibly drunk. But, how? Lucifer was never mature with his drinking, but that's in private. He knows how silly he acts when he's out of his normal head. He's too prideful to make a mistake such as getting drunk off his ass in front of his brothers.

Diavolo was with Lucifer the majority of the time. He didn't see him drink any alcohol. All he drank was-

......

Someone spiked the eggnog, didn't they?

I mean, that's the only reasonable explanation.

But, who would do that?

Certainly not anyone here!

Okay.....

Half of the people here would probably do that....

Diavolo stood up, a drunk Lucifer clinging greedily to his arm, "Noooooo, baby, I want you to stayyyyyyy."

This was so hard to get use to.

Lucifer reached up, placing wet kisses all over Diavolo's face, whining. Diavolo awkwardly reasoned, "You are coming with me, dear."

Lucifer kissed him on the lips, trying to deepen it, Diavolo pushed him away, "Nothing like that right now. You're way too drunk. You can't give any proper consent like that."

Lucifer groaned, walking with Diavolo.

Diavolo approached a large group that contained the majority of the brothers and other guests, "Okay, fess up. Who was it that made Lucifer like this?"

Some faces were startled, some laughed, "The alcohol in the eggnog. Who did it?"

Satan laughed loudly, giving Belphegor a high five, "We didn't think it would work this well! He loves eggnog way more than we thought!"

"Yeah," Belphegor chuckled, "I expected him to drink two or three cups, not ten!"

Diavolo sighed, "I'll allow Lucifer to string you guys up as soon as he is better. I don't want any more funny business from the two of you or anyone else. Now, please, I'm going to take Lucifer back to my room and treat him until morning. I don't want him waking up with a horrendous hangover. He has those and migranes plenty. If I hear one thing any of you did wrong, well, Barbatos's rumored torture room COULD be real. And it may be opening up for a couple of demons."

The torture room is not real. But, it successfully terrified the bunch, "Spread the word! I don't want you guys to be guests here for the next thousand years! Though, I suppose that isn't the record.... Once Barbatos held that poor demon for three millenias! Ahhhh, old times."

Mammon was definitely the most terrified, of course. He was known for being a scardy-cat.

Diavolo left the group, returning back to his private quarters.

He laid an exhausted, drunk Lucifer down onto his bed. He gave him a kiss, Lucifer weakly grabbing his arms and pulling him in for a few more. Diavolo chuckled, "I need to get both of us out of these clothes!"

It took unnecessarily long, but he did get them both changed and ready for bed. He also made sure to feed and hydrate Lucifer, hoping to help the hangover.

Diavolo crawled in next to the tired man, kissing his forehead. Lucifer moved to be cuddled tightly into Diavolo's arms, head against his neck. Diavolo pulled him impossibly closer.

The night was peaceful, both of them basking in comfort.

Though, the morning was not the same.

Lucifer puked quite a lot......

Poor guy.

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writing-all-the-time-2 · 9 months

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Hello ~ I'm Hanna! A queer, 25-year-old college student a little too invested in fictional people.

What is currently rotting my brain? - Jujutsu Kaisen

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Updated: April 27, 2024

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heartbellamy · 1 year

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Hello my beautiful snow angels, I’m back with one last Bellarke Creator Shoutout for the year! I actually had no idea this was going to fall on Christmas Day, but since it has, Merry Christmas to all! And a Happy Holidays as well! Whatever you may be celebrating during this time, I hope it brings you all the love and joy in the world!

Firstly, I’d like to thank our content creators for all their beautiful creations this year, I quite literally wouldn’t be here sharing these lists without you! You are so very loved and appreciated! Secondly, to those who leave support by reblogging, commenting, liking, leaving kudos, etc., you are so very important too! This fandom lives on through all of you, and I thank you for that!

To show my appreciation one last time this year, below you’ll find some amazing content, including some posts from Bellamy Week (Woo! Thank you @bellamygifs!) and some Christmas content! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and may the New Year treat you with much love and kindness. Until next time! May we meet again. (Don’t worry, we will! Love you all!) 💙

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A Hot Cocoa Compromise Fic (Rated G, Modern AU, Winter and First Meetings) by @skyeward-otp

Happy Christmas Tears Fic (Rated G, Modern AU, Christmas and Tooth-Rotting Fluff) by whatspastisprologue

Remember to give these works some love to let our creators know how much we appreciate them! And feel free to tag me in any of your Bellarke-related creations! 💖

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scullysexual · 1 year

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I posted 3,718 times in 2022

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#5

Scullysexual's 25 Day Ficmas Advent Calendar Event!

Participant Limit: 25.

Fandom: X-Files only.

Premise: For 25 days in December (starting on the 1st and ending on the 25th) I will be dedicating a fic to each participant. The day will be random- you will just be tagged in the fic and sent a DM by me letting you know your fic has been posted.

Instructions: To sign up and show your interest- reblog this post. Sign ups will close 30/09/22 (30th September) so please sign up by then. You will then send me your prompts(s) via the my ask box- all prompts must be in by 10/11/22 (10th November) so I can start writing as soon as. Then you just wait until one of the 25 days in December to receive your fic. It's that easy!

Prompt Rules: You are free to send any many prompts as you wish however, please note, that not all of them may be written as this will all be based on the number of participants so if you are sending multiple prompts please list them by order of which prompt you want me to write the most.

Bit more info: There is a cap of 25 people who can sign up for obvious reasons. Failing to reach 25 participants, you may have to provide multiple prompts to fill all the days, however that's just more fic gifted to you! All that will be decided by the 01/11/22 (when sign ups close and I see how many people are interested)

A reminder: These prompts are of your choosing. There will be no list created by me that you are limited to. There are no rules to what prompts you can send nor where you find them- either by a pre-posted list or an original prompt created by you- doesn't matter. They do not have to be holiday or Christmas themed either. If I have any issues with the prompts you send me I will message you personally.

That's pretty much it! So, if you're interested reblog this post and I will add you onto the list. Send in your prompt(s) and then just sit patiently until December.

Any questions, don't hesitate to message me!

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Febwhump 2022: 28 Days of Fic

febwhump 22 | day 4 + 5 | smut prompts | wc; 359 | s7 | ao3 | @today-in-fic |

Today's Prompt: #9: Smut Prompts: "Is that my shirt?"

Today's Season: Season Seven.

Stop Stealing.

You’re laying stomach down on her bed, surrounded by her scent. Slices of her pizza shoved into your mouth- she said you could.

She’s off in the bathroom doing…something you’re not quite sure of but the door is open and you’re talking to her. Life is good right now.

You pick off the mushrooms, shovelling another slice into your mouth.

“…if he wasn’t such an ass I wouldn’t have gotten angry,” you say with your mouth full.

You’re talking about the sheriff who has been nothing but difficult during this entire case and who is one step away from kicking you off said case.

“You need to stop letting people wind you up,” says Scully. She emerges from the bathroom post shower, hair curling at the ends as it dries and skin smelling of lemons from the shower gel.

You liked many Scullies but Post Shower Scully was up there as one of your favourites; freckles on full display, skin soft and warm from the water.

Her appearance catches your attention. You frown at a familiar looking piece of grey fabric.

“It’s not my fault these people are dicks,” you grumble. “Is that my shirt?”

Scully stops dead in the middle of the room, a deer caught in headlights.

“It was in my suitcase,” she offers as explanation.

You grin, moving to sit upright. “It just happened to be in your suitcase, huh?” You weren’t buying it.

“Yes,” Scully answers. She offers up her own frown then. “Why are you eating all my pizza?”

“You said I could!”

“One slice, not the whole thing.”

You look down at the pizza and realise that you’ve eaten almost more than half.

Picking up the rest of the slice you shrug.

“Didn’t want it to go cold.”

Scully joins you on the bed, picking up your discarded mushrooms and dropping them onto the other remaining slices.

“Stop stealing my pizza,” she says, slapping your hand away as you reach for another.

“Stop stealing my shirts.”

You know she won’t, just as you won’t stop stealing her pizza, even if she does order mushrooms on it.

“Sharing is caring,” she says.

“I know.”

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#3

Us: Chris, can we have MSR?

Chris: We have MSR at home.

MSR at home:

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Scully: *hears about Mulder*

Scully: Yeah, he sounds Spooky.

Scully: I would probably fuck him, though

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lou-struck · 3 years

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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DAY FIFTEEN: Playing in the Snow w/ Rick Grimes

a/n: I've been trying my best to write for Rick more because that man is just too fine, but I never have any ideas for him.

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This would be Judith's first time being allowed out to play in the snow. With her still being baby and your constant moving, going outside with her was practically a death sentence, but now that you were safe behind Alexandria's walls, why couldn't you take her out?

You had made sure the infant was clothed to the t, like a little cabbage patch kid as you continued to giggle quietly to yourself. Ever since Deanna had given Rick a job, Carl had been the one that would take care of Judith, so you wanted to give the growing teenager a chance to hang out with the other big kids.

"You ready to see the snow?" You asked, truly it was rhetorical, but she babbled some sort of response. You and Rick.. your relationship was complicated. It was hard to ignore that you and him had something, even back when Lori was pregnant, there was always this stagnant energy between the two of you, and it only grew as the prison did, but once it fell, he pushed you away. You watched him become someone you didn't recognize as you all fought to survive, and the only people that could seem to keep him grounded was his kids.

You had practically kissed all hope goodbye until Aaron had found all of you, and you would thank him everyday if you could. You watched Rick come out of his shell bit by bit until you could feel the vibrations once again. You both didn't push though, because Alexandria was new, and you guys couldn't get too comfortable. You would settle for what you had now, the late night cuddling, the longing looks, and the protectiveness.

Walking outside, you heard Judith let out a miniscule gasp, giggling as a snowflake fell on her face. She was such a happy baby, something that was hard to come across now and days. You crouched down, balancing the child on her feet so they sunk into the two inch deep snow. She wiggled as you kept your hands tucked under her armpits to keep her steady.

"What're you two doin'?" You heard Rick ask from behind you. Lifting Judith up, you tucked her back into your side as you stood as well, turning around to see Rick standing there with his hands settled on his hips, a smile tugging at his lips as his eyes landed on his daughter. "I figured since this would be our first year somewhere safe, she deserved to play in some snow." You said sheepishly, a nervous grin on your face as he took her from you. "Is that so?" He asked, but you didn't know if he was talking to you or the girl in his arms.

"Thank you for babysitting her today, you know we have to do good by Deanna, just in case." You sighed a bit as the reality of your situation came crashing down on you. "Yeah, it was no problem really. She's always an angel for me." You were surprised when he wrapped an arm around your full waist, tugging you to his body as he placed a kiss on your temple.

"I mean it, thank you."

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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DAY TWENTY-FIVE: Proposing on Christmas w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: It's the final day, and this challenge has sure given me a run for my money oh my goodness. I'm not proud that I let this challenge slip away from me, but I am proud that I didn't allow myself to abandon it, even though I did want to on major occasions. Sadly, I had suffered a severe case of writers' block and burnt-out motivation, but it seems as though my time away has lifted my spirits! I have received many requests leading up to now, so I'll be sure to catch up on those slowly but surely, and I thank those who have been oh so patiently waiting. I also want to thank everyone for their support on this! It truly was fun, but I think that's enough challenges for me until later lol!!

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Daryl was never one to be nervous, let alone on Christmas. Even before the fall of humanity, he had never once celebrated, and even if he did, it would’ve been a shitty holiday in the Dixon family household, accompanied by a drunk and abusive father, with an equally high and bigot brother, and an absent mother. So, it was safe to say that the man had never once imagined himself celebrating, until you, until he learned how this was your favorite time of the year, how he had noticed the lift in your spirits as the first snow fell. Until he had imagined himself being with you forever.

He had seen the happiness that marriage had brought Glenn & Maggie, but he also saw the sadness that plagued Lori & Rick as well. He had seen how broken up Maggie was when Negan had killed Glenn, how vengeful Rick became when Lori had lost her life to giving birth to Judith. He had seen the highs and lows of every kind of marriages, so he had no choice but to ask the only woman that he could trust, and that was Michonne. Yes, Rick was gone. There was no going around it. He had spent months out in the open searching for what felt like a ghost, and in those moments of loneliness, of a punishment he had unknowingly sent himself to, he had realized that he couldn’t be without you, and it would be the biggest mistake he had ever made if continued in this life without you being permanently bound to him.

“Michonne.” Daryl called out to the woman as he approached her. It took her attention away from whatever council business she was in the middle of. “I uh- I gotta ask ya something.’” He said as he fidgeted with his fingers nervously. “Anything.” She said with a smile on her face. “So, I wanted to uh- propose to ______, ‘nd I wanna do it on Christmas but, I don’ know how to.” He confessed sheepishly. The smile on her face was one that wanted to tease, but also help the poor guy out. “Just do it from the heart, Daryl. I know for a fact that she won’t say no, trust me.” Her words were comforting, and she knew that she would never lie to him.

Now all that was left was waiting for the right moment. Does he dress up? Does he gather an audience? It was only then that he realized how intimate and personalized proposals were. There was no right way to do it, in the moment when you two were alone, trudging through the forest as it snowed that he felt deep within his gut that this was it, the moment he had been waiting for.

“Stop.” He said suddenly, hearing the crunching that was coming from behind him cease. “Dar? What’s wrong?” You asked him quietly, eyes frantically searching in front of him for any type of danger, or food. “I uh-“ What was he supposed to say now? He turned around to face you, taking your hands in his. “The snow making you feel romantic, Daryl?” You teased, a soft smile on your face as you watched his large hand swallow yours. “I guess.” He confessed with his own crooked smile on his face. “I know ‘m supposed’ta know what’ta say but... I ain’ never done anything like this before. I’ve thought about this for a long time, hell, even asked Michonne to help me, but uh-" He got down on one knee and you swear you stopped breathing. “Daryl?” You asked shakily. He looked up at you through the hair in his face and dug something from within his back pocket. He had always had a habit of carrying your ring with him everywhere he went.

“Ya don’ gotta say nothin’ jus’... will ya marry me?” There it was the big question that had sat in the back of his throat and his mind for what felt like years. He watched as a large smile broke out on your face despite the tears spilling down your full, cold cheeks. “What do you mean I don’t have to say anything, Daryl? Of course, I’ll marry you!” You could practically scream at the top of your lungs as he stood up, his pants leg now soaked in melted snow. You giggled at the sight of it and Daryl grinned, reaching for your hand and slipping on the band that he had made for you.

“I know it ain’ much, but there’s only so many rings shop in the world, and I didn’ know what your ring size was.” You cupped his cheeks, thumb rubbing at the scruff. “Daryl, it’s perfect, and it’s so... you. I don’t need a gold or diamond ring, all I need is you, always and forever.” And with that, you kissed him, and he kissed you back, pulling your body into his.

At the end of the day, both of you walked out of the greenery as husband and wife. Not yet at least.

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DAY SIXTEEN: Christmas Socks w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: Okay, I am behind on this challenge again but I think it's a good thing that I'm able to post them separately and leisurely. Thank you all for your support, it means so very much to me and I had a lot of fun writing for this one!

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When it comes to the apocalypse, you couldn't be picky with relatively anything; that went for clothes, food, shelter, companions, etc. So when you stumbled across some Christmas socks, you didn't even hesitate to snatch a pack or two off the shelf, stuffing them in your bag as you caught up with the rest of your family.

It was winter once again, and it's been hard trying to keep people's spirits alive, especially after the farm had burned down. You knew how stressed everyone was, especially Rick as Lori grew larger and larger everyday. The food was scarce by the time you guys had finally found somewhere to settle, the chill of the air was merciless as it nipped at the exposed skin that the clothes they were wearing couldn't cover.

"Hey guys, are any of your feet cold?" You piped up."I know mine are," You heard Lori say, "How about you, baby?" She was obviously addressing Carl as he agreed. "I managed to snag a few packs of socks. The Christmas ones were the only ones that I could find, but they're pretty cute." You saw the smile on Beth's face as you went around the group, handing the piece of clothing out. When you were done, you only had one pair left. Yes, your feet were cold. Yes, your shoes were pieces of shit, but there was one person that hadn't taken you up on your offer, and it was the brooding archer keeping watch from outside.

You walked outside, standing next to him as you stretched out your arm, lightly tapping the pair on his chest. You didn't look at him as he took it in his hands.

"The hell's this?" You snorted. "What do you think it is? They're socks." You finally turned to look at him. "I ain't wearin' no socks with a.. the hell's that?" You couldn't help the grin that broke out on your face. "It's Santa! You know, the big fat jolly red man that comes down the chimney and leaves you presents?" He blew out an exaggerated raspberry, turning the socks in his hands. He didn't say anything or complain anymore, instead, he sat down, untying his laces and kicking his boots off. Next came his own pair of socks, the material littered with all kinds of holes. You bit back a laugh as he slid Santa on his feet.

"They look good." Your voice was laced with humor. "'Definitely feel warmer."

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DAY THIRTEEN: Kissing in the Snow w/ Daryl Dixon

a/n: The last few days of this challenge have been so fun, and I can't believe how fast this month is flying by! Anyways, here's some husband!Daryl Dixon because I'm convinced that I can't write him any other way.

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It all started when you had woken up earlier than Daryl, his large and scarred arms tucked around your body as you blinked sleep from your eyes, your vision focusing on the small windows that portrayed a white outside. You could tell that it was early in the morning, but also, the first snow of the month. Your body buzzed with childish excitement, slowly peeling yourself from his warm embrace. You would ask Daryl to go out there with you if you didn't want him to catch up on some rest.

You slipped out of the house, layered up as you smiled at the snow flakes that fell, even one of them landing on your nose as you basked in the coldness. Sometimes, the weather was too hot, the feeling of being cooked alive all too familiar.

You watched as a few Alexandrian children played in the white substance, some throwing snowballs at each other, to making snow angels and men. It was a peaceful sight really, one that you never thought you'd be able to experience ever again. It reminded you of your nieces and nephews, how you and your siblings would make Christmas special for them as you moved around the elf and pretended that Santa came and left them all sorts of neat gifts. You wished you could do that with Judith and RJ, but Judith was a little too smart for her age, and RJ is none the wiser, so you wouldn't have to worry about him.

"Whaddya doin'?" You heard Daryl grumble from behind you. He looked so soft, standing in nothing but a black shirt and plaid pajama pants. You had to practically wrench his jeans from him that he would often find himself sleeping in, much to your discomfort, and all it took was saying that you don't think you could cuddle with him if the material kept continually scratching at your skin.

"D, don't you see the snow?" You asked. "It's hard not ta." He remarked back. You just snorted, walking back up to the porch so that you could pull him into your arms. "Don't be mean." You falsely scolded, your arms wrapping around his neck as his fell around your waist. "I guess it is kinda nice." He all but admitted. You smiled, tugging him down so that your lips locked together.

"Yeah, it is."

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DAY FIVE: Going Ice Skating w/ Spencer Reid

a/n: Three days behind isn't as bad as I thought it was and I can probably get caught up if I work hard enough but I've just been so tired recently! I appreciate all of your patience and your support!

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This was long awaited date, one that Spencer was very hesitant to go on. Now, he was very skilled in anything that had to do with using his brain, so it was safe to say he wasn't very athletic. When you had suggested that you guys should go to an ice skating rink together, he didn't have the heart to say no, especially not when you suggested it with hearts in your eyes. You had told him that you wanted to go to one of those things since you were a little girl, and of course he remembered, he made sure to remember everything about you, so it was no surprise to him that you had brought the activity up.

"C'mon Spence!" You called out from the rink. You were stationed right in the middle of it as your boyfriend kept a death grip on the wall that poked out from where the glass sat. He had his back against it, his chest heaving in fear as his legs kept threatening to slide open. "I uh— I think I'll do just fine right here—!" His voice broke as he almost lost his footing. You giggled, leisurely sliding over to him as your hands gently rested on his coat cover hips to keep your balance. "Spencer. You're okay." You reassured with a smile on your face. "You have to relax. If you need to, you can hold my hand like they do in the movies."

His doe brown eyes stared in yours for a means of comfort, believing in your words as he unglued his hand from the half-stone wall. His lithe hand gripped yours tightly, the clamminess of it soaking your softer one as you held back a laugh. He finally fully peeled away from his post, both of his hands now gripping yours. You guided the both of you backwards, Spencer serving as your eyes as you strayed right to the middle of the ice.

"See, it's not that bad." His panicking had calm down some. "I'm sorry." He murmured in embarrassment. "Baby, it's okay. You know what, just in case you bust your ass, I'll bust mine, so we have bruised asses together."

That same geeky smile bled onto his face as he laughed, "Thank you."

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DAY TWENTY-TWO: Snowed In w/ Emily Prentiss

a/n: I was feeling so thirsty for grey haired Emily it's not even funny. I tried my best to be vague with descriptions because I have yet to watch season 16, but it is hinted at from what I've seen from online! Everything else is already finished, now it's just about getting them out!

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It was a weak attempt really, to act like you wanted to leave where you and Emily were holed up. It didn’t take her long to persuade you from trying to get a connection through the thick snow that was blocking it, to coax you on the bed and into her arms, where it was warm. Your relationship was a new development, but the pining certainly wasn’t. You’d had a big fat crush on her since she first joined the BAU, and you were forced to sit on the sidelines as she got hurt by that cult leader, as she faked her death, but now that she was in a stable position, she was all yours.

You couldn’t help but twirl her grey strands in between your fingers, the silver glint enchanting you as she rested. The both of you had been desperate for some alone time, but it just felt like your job kept getting in the way. Strangely, you had to thank the universe and mother nature for the opportunity. What was supposed to be a stay in a cabin for work turned into the best date you think the two of you had in a long time.

“Entertained?” You heard Emily ask you in amusement. “Entertained and cozy, thank you very much.” Her chest moved up and down lightly at your playful remark. “I would think so, you hadn’t said a word since we laid down.” You set your chin on her sternum so you could look at her with a raised brow. “Well, maybe if you weren’t so comfortable, I’d be able to be sociable.” That pulled another laugh from her, “Oh, you are just full of surprises today, aren’t you?” She teased with a grin. There was no malice or aggression behind her words, just love & admiration.

“Always.” You said cheekily, before leaning up so that your lips met hers in a messy kiss.

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DAY FOURTEEN: Christmas Shopping w/ Bucky Barnes

a/n: YES THIS IS LONG HAIRED BUCKY AND I WILL NOT BE TAKING ANY FURTHER QUESTIONS. Anyways, I was going to make this kind of a Black Friday kind of fic but then that felt too Novembery to me so it's just regular Christmas shopping *⁠\⁠0⁠/⁠*

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Ever since you graduated highschool, you had gone Christmas shopping by yourself. It was like it was little tradition for yourself, going out, waiting in ridiculously long lines, and spending a ridiculous amount of money before you went home and slept for an ungodly amount of hours. Now, you had Bucky, and you were more than excited to take him on a shopping trip with you.

"Buck," You whispered, gently shaking his body. "C'mon, it's almost six, you gotta wake up, we'll lose our spot in the line." Your boyfriend groaned, throwing an arm over his face before his eyes creaked open. "'Morning sleepy head." You cooed softly, sitting on the side of the bed so you can place a kiss on his lips. "Why are you already dressed?" His voice rasped. "Because I told you, were going to shopping so we gotta go early. We're almost late." He turned his head to look the clock on his side table, a amused snort slipping from his lips before turning his attention back to you, his dark hair splayed out on the pillow.

"Late?" He playfully scoffed, sitting up in his hands, his bare chest exposed for your greedy eyes to see. "No amount of seducing is going to make me stay home. I've never missed a day of shopping, so either get up, I'm going without you." You said sternly, forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from his muscular and scrumptious body. You wanted nothing more than to lay back in bed with him, sharing your body heat, but duty called.

"Fine, fine, I'm getting up." He relented, throwing the covers from over his body.

The line that Bucky and you were standing in practically wrapped around the mall, and you were resisting the urge to tell Bucky 'I told you so' as you stood close to the front of the store. His arm was wrapped tight around your waist, protective mode turned all the way on as he stared— glared — at all of the people that were also standing anxiously around you. When Buck wasn't pampering you and practically drowning you in his affections, he looked intimidating, like a big bear with a tragic but serious case of resting bitch face. It was funny really, because you knew he wasnt like that at all, especially not when his long hair made him look so soft.

"Are you not cold?" He asked you as he pulled your full and warmth You just shrugged, "Not really." He was shaking slightly, and you bit back a smile. "I told you hun, you should've worn that puffer, but no, you had to go and wear your leather jacket." You looked up at him, a smirk on your face as you pecked his lips. "You're not as scary as you think you are James Buchanan Barnes." He squeezed your hip, pecking your lips too as he groaned your name. "You're going to be the death of me." You sent him a sweet smile before the announcements rang.

"Are you ready?" You asked him. He shook his head no, "Absolutely not."

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DAY ELEVEN: Christmas Party w/ Spencer Reid

a/n: In order to be able to make an attempt to catch up on my requests, I had to sacrifice two Ficmas days in order to do so, but hell yeah, look at me doin' awesome author stuff B)!

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An office party was surprisingly like a reward after the bullpen easily turned into purgatory. As messed up as it sounded, you preferred when you had cases, because you were able to travel, meet new people, and leave with a sense of pride and accomplishment, and that was not something that you could leave with when you were stuck behind a desk.

You knew this was all Penelope's doing, to the Christmas decorations strung throughout to the fancy food that would definitely fall back on her salary. You also knew that she would never miss an opportunity to make others happy. As you held a red solo cup filled with some juice, you had looked around for the boy wonder on your team. You wouldn't have been surprised if Spencer had went home, seeing as though social gatherings wasn't really his scene, but also a hopeful part inside of you twisted in hopes that maybe he would stay because you did. Okay, maybe you had an obligation to be there being Pen's best friend and all.

Your eyes searched for him before you found him hunched over his desk, a plate full of sweets on the surface no doubtedly thrown together by your colleagues, a cup of half drank juice right next to where his hand moved.

"Spencer?" You called out to him softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. He tensed up at first before relaxing, turning his head so that he could face you. "Hi." He said softly. It was apparent that he was tired, the bags under his eyes appearing heavier. "How about you take a break? This party is about letting loose, you know." You teased, but some of your concern slipping through the cracks of your words as you hoped he'd put down the pencil. "You know I'm not a party person, plus I'd much rather be doing something productive," His voice grew quiet, "But that doesn't mean I'm not enjoying my friends presences."

You sighed in defeat, pulling your chair out from your station and rolling in over to his before plopping yourself down.

"Well that doesn't mean I can't appreciate your presence too, right?" You asked in determination.

You could see a smile tugging at the corner of his lips before he turned to look back at his file.

"I guess not."

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DAY SEVEN: Mistletoe Kiss w/ Emily Prentiss

a/n: These last two days have been super fun to write, it's a relief that I'm getting back my sea legs!

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You could kill Penelope. No, you were going to kill her. You knew she planned this, elaborately placing a mistletoe right where she knew you and Emily would be standing. She was supposed to be your ride to Rossi's Christmas party at his mansion, but randomly cancelling and saying Derek was going to pick her up should've been your first suspicion, which inevitably left you with asking Emily where she happily obliged.

You were in love with the woman, plain and simple. You knew that she was gay, I mean, who wouldn't? There were only so many times that she could avoid your questions about her 'Sin to Win' weekends she has until you finally put together the pieces. You've seen her oggling women, even saying something offhanded about how attractive one is, and you couldn't be happier. That was a strange thing to think, you know, being happy that your crush looked at other women, but it was hard to know which girls were gay and which ones weren't, and you couldn't make that mistake with not only your friend, but also your co-worker.

"Ah, ah, ah, ladies! You know the rules!" Penelope chided teasingly. The both of you looked like you were ready to move out of the way of the wicked plant. You looked at Emily hesitantly, a nervous smile on your face. She didn't look hesitant, just unsure as she bit her bottom lip to hold back a smile of her own. "I uh—" Before you could say anything, Rossi came storming out of his kitchen exclaiming something in Italian as he announced that, "Dinner is served!"

All of your friends ate freely, laughing rambunctiously as they enjoyed Rossi's fancy wine. You could help but grin at the scene in front of you, a feeling of peace settling over your body as you felt a warm hand settle on top of your hand that was resting against your thigh. Your breath caught in your throat, but you looked to your left where Emily was sitting, and she was still fully engaged in an conversation with Spencer, laughing as Derek teased the poor genius. You couldn't stop yourself from squeezing her hand back, and you could have sworn that her smile got a little bit wider.

Everyone migrated to the ridiculously large living room, still indulging in glasses of wine as the quickly became inebriated. Rossi was sat in his recliner, cradling the glass, Penelope pressed up against Morgan's side as they platonically cuddled one another, Aaron was sat on his on his own, watching the fireplace as it crackled quietly, and Spencer.. well.. Spencer was reading, fully immersed in his book, JJ nursing her own glass, staring off into space as if she was lost in her own world. You looked around for Emily, but she was no where to be found, until your eyes landed on the glass door, the silhouette of the woman catching your peripheral vision.

You stood up quietly before going outside, leaning up again the railing right next to her on your forearms. It was quite chilly outside, and it wasn't long before you were cradling yourself, running your arms in a weak attempt to create some friction against your coat covered skin.

"What are you doing out here?" You asked her softly. She turned her head to look at you, flakes of snow caught in her hair, landing on her cheeks, even one of her eyelashes. "I don't know.. just thinking, I guess." You moved closer to her. "About what?" She had unexpectedly moved closer to you, your noses brushing up against each other as your breath caught in your throat. "About why I didn't kiss you under that mistletoe." You blinked a few times, your eyes falling to her lips.

"Who said that you can't do it now?" You asked breathlessly. She looked into your eyes one more time to make sure that this was what you wanted before she locked her lips with yours, her hand cradling the side of your face. This was soft, and warm, your temperature rising in your body to the point where you didn't feel cold anymore.

This surely wasn't a mistletoe kiss, but you weren't going to lie and say that you were disappointed.

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