#Gingerbread Bulbs

[cljordan-imperium]

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I am not a fan of the holidays, but these little dudes that came up as a share on my Twitter were too cute not to share with y'all.

#Gingerbread Bulbs #Pokemon #CremeChii #FromTwitter #Cute #Christmas #Adorable #Not Writing

[sasa-chan]

#festival color #colouring #happy christmas #christmas #merry christmas #happy holidays #christmas cookies #coffee #polar bear #christmas stocking #stars #christmas trees #snowmen #candy canes #gingerbread man #reindeer #santa claus #santa #bulbs

[junosmindpalace]

MISTLETOE, BUT ACTUALLY HOLLY

☾ ft. tetsuro kuroo

☾ sfw. because who doesn't find the tradition amusing? 920

somebody on the nekoma boys volleyball team thought it would be funny to hang mistletoe above the clubroom door. it was all in good fun, taking advantage of a year old holiday tradition to laugh at the embarrassed and defensive expressions of his fellow teammates as they tried to escape from the obligatory kiss in a fluster.

it was kuroo. kuroo was the somebody who thought it would be funny.

it was actually holly, and he’d explain the differences in the plant without anyone asking or caring, but the tradition still stood. his mom had asked him to rummage around in a box tucked away with old decor to see if she could find anything remotely festive to celebrate the holiday season. as he was rummaging around through bunches of tangled strings of fairy lights with dead bulbs and old gingerbread kits, his eyes brightened in curiosity as he retrieved a small plastic holly plant from the very bottom of the pile. 

and he’s sure glad he went through with his plan to bring it into school, too, because the look on yaku’s face as he grew red with anger and shouted over his embarrassment at walking under the plant with lev was absolutely priceless. 

“now the two of you gotta kiss.” he laughed as he leaned against the lockers, arms crossed over his chest. yaku gave him a murderous look. 

“we aren’t doing anything!” 

lev, too amused with admiring and flicking the mistletoe (which was shorter than him), didn’t pay much mind to yaku’s disgust, though if had noticed, he probably would’ve taken a disappointedly offended stance at his suggestion. 

“guess you’re in a festive mood, kuroo.” kai muttered as he glanced at him with a sort of nervous smile, removing his jacket. kuroo chuckled. 

“just thought it would be fun. i thought you of all people would get a kick out of it, yamamoto.” kuroo turned toward his junior with the distinct blonde mohawk, who only scowled at him from over his shoulder as he opened his locker. 

“you better watch your back, kuroo. you’re next!” he pointed an accusatory finger at him, still disgruntled over the fact that he had (nearly) walked into the club room in sync with kenma. kuroo scoffed. 

“like you could get me!” 

“yeah? stand under the doorway, then!” yaku chimed in, shooting him an irritated glare. kuroo’s eyes darted between him and the mistletoe at the door. there was only a brief pause in between before kuroo strided toward the door and lingered at the threshold, teasingly taking steps in and out of the club room. yaku hissed. 

“see? can’t get me.” he smirked, and with that, the rest of his body, along with his face, disappeared behind the wall and heading to unlock the gym. 

on his return back, kuroo puffed out a breath of fog and shivered. it had snowed the night before, leaving a strong chill in the dry air, and he was eager to get inside the club room as quickly as possible to where the heat was. 

just as he was about to step inside, however, he heard a voice, and immediately recognizing it, his heart somersaulted in his chest.

“kuroo!” it cried, and it sounded close too, so close that kuroo instantly felt his face warm when he turned around and was immediately met with your face only inches from him.

your cheeks were rosy from the cold, even despite a scarf wrapped snug around your neck and a hat keeping your head warm. your jacket also zipped up to your chin, and he couldn’t help but grow increasingly nervous with every passing moment he spent looking at your eager expression. 

it only took kuroo a single semester’s worth of partnerwork for him to grow utterly hopeless around you--and everyone knew it. it was hard for anyone to miss his clumsy demeanour or tinted cheeks around you, so much so it was a miracle that somehow you hadn’t picked up on all the signs. 

fumbling with his hands, tripping over his words, prolonged eye contact; he shrinks when he thinks about how he's reduced to a klutz around you.

“kuroo, hey! i'm glad i was able to catch you! i have these papers from minaho sensei that you missed when you were on your away game.” 

you extended a hand to hand him said papers, slightly crumpled in your freezing grip. he quickly took them from you upon noticing. 

“oh, thank you so much. i don’t know what i would do without—“ 

“ooooooou, kuroo, you sly bastard! you had to have planned that!” 

the two of you both looked in toward the classroom at a disgruntled, shirtless yamamoto, who seemed so distressed you were almost taken aback. kuroo narrowed his eyes.  

“what the hell are you talking abo—-?”

and then the green above his head caught his peripherals, and amidst the cold, kuroo started to sweat. 

the two of you slowly looked up in unison at the mistletoe, the mischief device of kuroo’s own division, gleaming in the sun. you had stepped onto the threshold under the mistletoe, resulting in the two of you now both stuck having to fulfill in a year old tradition. 

truly, it was a miracle you didn’t catch the signs. 

yaku’s eyebrow shot up in satisfaction, fulfilling kuroo's previous position with his arms crossed over his shoulder and leaning against the lockers. “got you.” 

the two of you slowly turn toward one another with wide eyes and flustered expressions. 

truly, it wasn't so much a miracle that kuroo didn’t catch the signs either.

#merry christmas and happy holidays to all that celebrate! #wrote a quick hq piece because i first watched haikyuu during the holidays #so i associate the time with the show #minaho is actually a teacher from karasuno but shhh #tetsuro kuroo x reader #tetsuro kuroo oneshot #tetsuro kurro oneshot #tetsuro kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsuro oneshot #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshot #hq fluff #hq x reader

[bettyfrommars]

Santa Comes Once a Year

biker!eddie x fem!reader

I had a request from the amazing @idkidknemore for "biker Eddie dressed up as Santa, railing reader on his motorcycle sleigh" and I also wanted some Eddie as Santa action for the Holiday Prompt Party I am doing with @allthingsjoeq he is not a mall Santa in this, but still.

wc: 2.7k

18+ONLY, smut, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, talk of cheating (on Mrs. Claus), roleplay, creampie, fingering, bit of spanking, ton of cliche phrases, sexualizing Santa, secret sex I guess? but it's just pretend, semi-public sex if you squint.

summary: you go to the Lighted Farm Implement show for the first time with Robin and Oliver to see what Eddie and Steve have cooked up for the parade. Afterwards, Santa takes you back to his place in his towtruck sleigh and wants to give you some cream with your cookies.

author's note: This can absolutely be enjoyed as a smutty standalone, but some elements of I'm on Fire are mentioned, including Robin raising Steve's son Oliver with him since he was a baby, and the fact that biker Eddie runs his own towing/mechanic business.

This was your first time attending the night time Lighted Farm Implement parade in Hawkins, and you weren’t sure what that even meant until Robin explained it to you.

“You know, Farm Implements. They decorate them with Christmas lights and throw candy for the kids.”

For some reason, all you could picture were shovels and snippers dancing through the street like some magical Beauty and the Beast scene.

Robin’s cheeks were rosy and she had Oliver in her arms, a navy Columbia fleece zipped up to her chin.  Mother and son each had matching, fuzzy blue ear muffs on.  She noticed your confused expression as the three of you walked up the street from where you parked. 

“Tractors, backhoes, dumptrucks, cement mixers,” she gave a few examples and your face lit up in recognition.  “There will also be buses, a few 18-wheelers, and a tractor bed with the Mayor on it.”

The big, shiny black tow truck from Munson’s Garage was in the parade too, and you were curious to see what Eddie and the guys had done to it.  Your boyfriend had been asked to dress as one of the Santa’s that year, and you’d switched evenings at the Velvet Hammer with Jackie just so you could witness this miracle of the season, being that Eddie wasn’t a huge fan of Christmas. 

He mostly did it for Oliver, to see the wonder on his face when Santa knew his name, and that year specifically, he was doing it for you.  He wanted to impress you by being the star of the show.  

Everyone from town lined the streets and cheered as the Hawkins high school band trumpeted down the lane to officially begin the parade with cheerleaders punching pompoms in the air at the front. Robin put Oliver down and you all moved through the crowd to get closer to the action. .

 Behind the band was a green John Deere bulldozer all decked out in colorful bulbs and an arc of gingerbread people up the back.  The owner of the local grocer drove a 1945 Chevy truck with Christmas trees in the back and a person dressed like an elf in the passenger seat tossing out chocolate bars.  A few skidded close to Oliver and he lurched to grab them with an excited scream. 

Each vehicle had its own music playing, and the next yellow backhoe with a santa in the bucket and adorned with snowflake lights was blaring Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee.  They threw some lollipops out, and this time you rushed to snatch a few for Ollie so that he wouldn’t have to go too far out into the street.

You were distracted watching the mammoth equipment vehicle pass when you heard Oliver screech and point, “Daddy!”

Your head snapped and there was Eddie’s tow truck, blinking with what seemed like a billion white twinkle lights with a pine wreath on the grill, and a person hanging off the side of the truck dressed as…a goat? Or was it Father Time?

Oliver recognized Steve immediately, and when he spotted his son, he jumped down from the step up to the cab with a sack of candy in his hand and came jogging over.  As he got closer, you tried to make out his costume, but came up with nothing.  He was wearing his typical biker attire with his Coffin Kings leather cut on over a hooded sweatshirt and black jeans, but the faux beard he had on was long and thin down to his belly button, and it was gray, not white.  He wore sunglasses and a black fedora.

He ran to give Ollie the bag of candy while the tow truck rolled by at a snail pace.  

“Are you Biker Santa?” You asked, sneaking a look at the sexy Santa in a red hat behind the steering wheel of the tow who was waving to get your attention.  You blew Eddie a kiss and he made the gesture of catching it in the air.  

Steve held his arms out as he trotted backwards to get back on his ride.  “I’m one of the guys from ZZ Top!” He shouted, as if it should’ve been obvious.

You shared a look with Robin.  “Don’t ask,” she mumbled.  

They were towing a wrecked car behind them with what appeared to be four reindeer holding cans of beer, each hanging out a window.  The song Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer played cheekily from speakers that were mounted on the lift.  

All three of you cheered and screamed for the rest of the show, and by the time two clowns in tiny toy trucks brought up the rear, you felt a warm body press up against your backside and you tilted your head back into the squish of a white, fluffy beard.

“Ho ho ho,” Eddie whispered against the shell of your ear making your body tingle from the warmth of his breath.  “I hear you’re the naughtiest girl in town.”

He stepped away and tapped Ollie on the shoulder, taking on a deep, jolly voice.  “And who is this good little boy?”

Oliver had the white stem of a sucker sticking out of his mouth when he turned.  “Oh hi Uncle Eddie,” he managed, sucking back purple saliva.

Eddie straightened to full height, his eyes falling on Robin with a blink of sadness, but she only shrugged.  “He’s getting wise to the world, what can I say?”

You turned to melt into your boyfriend’s chest, feeling the bit of padding he had on his belly under the soft faux fur accents of his red velvet coat.  There was a little jingle bell on the end of his Santa hat, and you flicked it with your finger.  You pushed him back through the crowd, off to the sidewalk and into the shadows, making him back up as you went.

“So,” you made sure no one was around before you slid your hand between his legs.  “Is this the official Yule Log, or are you just happy to see me?”

You could barely find his mouth under the synthetic mustache, and then you giggled and sputtered on a stiff Santa hair.  

He yanked the beard down with a tug of his fist, stretching the elastic band that held it in place,  so that it was under his chin and pulled you in again, returning your kiss so deep that a small groan escaped you.  

“You wanna get out of here?” he said in a rush, and then he nudged your nose with his.  “Come sit in my sleigh with me?”

Steve was reunited with his family by then, with Oliver up on his shoulders, and you checked to see the three of them head off in the opposite direction, possibly to Robin’s car.  You were all planning to meet back up at their place to make cookies in an hour, so you had a window of time.

Back in the cab of the  tow truck that was parked down the street, Eddie pulled the pillow stuffing out from under his coat and flipped the heat on high, but it almost wasn’t needed because the makeout session that ensued made the windows fog up.  You took his hat and beard off and tossed them on the dash so that you could finally have your hands around that face that you loved so much, squirming to get closer to him.  He had his hair tied up in the back and you released the band so that his locks fell around his shoulders.  

“If I’d known this would get you going baby, I would’ve put the beard on earlier,” he huffed.

You flicked your tongue out to tease him a few times.  “I need you inside of me, Santa.  No one will know, it will be our secret,” and you were just about to kick your leg over to straddle his lap when you both realized that there were people walking right next to the vehicle on the sidewalk.  

“Let’s get out of here, Mistress,” Eddie kissed your cheek.  “Take this back to the garage, finish what we started.”

You sat back, giving him a raised brow as he shifted the monster vehicle into gear.  “Oh, you think I’m just going to give it up when and wherever you want?”

“I think you’ll do whatever I tell you to do,” he said over his shoulder, watching for traffic before pulling into the street.  “I’m Santa.”

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You sat right next to him the whole way there, like lovers do, with his hand on your thigh.  He still had the wrecked car with the beer-guzzling reindeer statues inside, so he was careful on the turns, while festive bystanders honked and waved.

At the Munson Garage compound, Eddie thought he would unhook the wrecked car from the crane, but there wasn’t time for that—he could feel your arousal dampening your jeans.  Parking in the furthest garage would have to do.  

“Get over here, naughty girl,” he licked his lips and opened his Santa jacket to reveal two black suspenders over a white t-shirt, and then he undid the suspenders to move his hand down to fist himself.

Your boots were off and your jeans at your knees when the sight of the tip of his glistening pink tip freed from his wholesome attire made you pause to touch yourself, putting your back against the opposite door with your legs spread so he could watch.

It was dim in the roomy cab of the truck, but Eddie could still see the wet spot on your red underwear where you worked your fingers and he bit out a curse.

“You heard me,” his tone was stern.  “I said get that beautiful ass over here and sit on Santa’s cock.”  

You didn’t bother taking your underwear off as you kicked your jeans away and scrambled over, giggling when he pushed his red pants down a bit more to show the mistletoe print on his boxers.  Your head hit the roof of the cab, but then you were finally squatting in his lap, teeth hitting as you fumbled into position.

He was quick to reach down between the two of you and move your panties to the side so that he could rub his knuckle up and down your slippery clit.

He puffed out a chest full of air.�� “Goddamn was it the beard or the whole thing?”

“Just you,” you lifted up, pushing his hair back to cup your hands on either side of his throat.  “I’ve been aching for you all night, Santa. Waiting for you to come down my chimney.”

Eddie shivered, reaching to line his tip up with you. “Why is this so hot, holy shit,” he chuckled softly.

But then he was inside of you, and you sank down an inch with a cry, arousal dripping down his length.

His mouth pressed into the side of yours. “Did you miss me all year? You want to be a bad girl for me now?”

“That’s why you come to my house, isn’t it Santa?” You gasped.  “Because you want to fuck me? I’m your favorite.”

Eddie hissed and threw his head back as you bottomed out.  You could feel the faux fur from the top of his pants ticking your taint.  “You know I always come back for you, because you take me so good, fuck—-” 

You rocked your hips, squeezing that important muscle as you went.  “Better than Mrs. Claus?”

Eddie gripped your ass and pulled your cheeks apart with his strong, calloused fingers, thrusting up to meet  you, smacking against your wetness.  “Better than anyone, fuck.  I dream about this all year.  Landing my sleigh in Hawkins so I can bury myself in your tight, wet cunt.”

You were both breathing heavy, sweat trickling down your necks, while a few snow flurries danced into the garage. 

You reached a hand down to work two fingers at your clit.  Every word you said was against his lips:  “I want some cream with my cookies, please Santa.”

“Yeah?” Eddie huffed, rolling his hips in his seat so that you could feel every inch of his cock, making you whine a string of obscenities.  “What else do you want, huh? You want me to fill you up all night, so my cream drips out of you on Christmas day?”

He spanked your asscheek with a thwack and you arched back.  “Yes Santa, please, ruin me so I only fuck myself to thoughts of you.”

“I’m about to cum,” Eddie breathed, and your mouths met in a frenzy of tongues and moans. He could feel you throb around him.  

“So soon, Santa?” You teased.

“Shhhhh,” he took hold of your throat and planted his booted feet to thrust up into, taking you for a ride.  

You put your forehead to his and bounced a few more times, and then you froze, mouth open in a silent scream as the wave began to crash.

“That’s my baby,” he held you in that position and continued to buck up to bury himself inside over and over.  “Cum for Santa, let me feel it.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you exploded around him, whimpering and twitching. 

The back of your heel kicked up and accidentally flipped a switch on the dash, making all of the Christmas lights on the truck blaze on, and Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer blared from the speakers.  

You clung to Eddie while he came, shuddering at how good it felt but also

In a few seconds, you were both grinning, shoulders bobbing with laughter as the song seemed to herald in your mutual releases.

The windows of the cab were completely fogged up, and between that and the music, neither of you heard anyone enter the garage until there was a bang on the driver’s side door.  

“What the—?” Eddie scowled, and you were already scampering off of him, snatching clothing from the floorboard to cover yourself.

Eddie tucked himself back into the huge wet spot on his pants and wiped condensation off of the glass so that he could see who it was.  He was about to be angry, thinking it was one of the other mechanics about to give him shit or try to get a peek at you

but it was Steve.

The truck was lifted and the windows up too high for him to see in, but still Eddie checked to make sure you were decent before he rolled the window down.  He leaned over to switch off the lights and the music.  You gave a nod as you wrapped your coat around your waist.  

“Hey,” Eddie wiped some hair out of his face, trying to act casual.  “What up? Everything okay?”

Steve had his long beard in his hand, hugging himself, shivering against the cold, with the fedora pulled snug to his ears.  “Did you forget you were going to give me a ride?  I just walked halfway across town. Slipped and fell on the fucking ice twice.”

Eddie dropped his forehead to his fist.  “Shit sorry man I—-why didn’t you go with Robin?”

“Because I told her I was riding back with you to unhook the rig,” Steve sounded annoyed, teeth chattering, and you didn’t blame him, but still you stifled a giggle into your arm. 

“Tried to call Astrid from a payphone, and she’s not answering, so now I’ve got blisters from these stupid elf boots that Robbie made me buy.”

Eddie pulled his lips in over his teeth to contain his amusement.

“It’s not funny, dude,” Steve said, but then he caught a glimpse of you in the cab and you gave an apologetic grimace.  “Oh okay, I get it. Forgiven. But can we get this shit over with so we can get out of here? Robin doesn’t know how to work an oven and she’ll probably burn the place down before we get there.”

Eddie stretched across the cab to kiss you.  “Stay in here, keep warm.  I’ll put the Chevelle around when we’re done.”

“Go help your ZZ Top elf, Kris Kringle,” you shoved him playfully, but then he held his face there and hummed until you kissed him again.

You pulled your jeans up, eager to keep Santa’s gift from spilling out.  

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[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Holiday Treats

Summary: Christmas Eve is filled with cuddles and cookies, but Christmas morning....now that's filled with something even more delicious

Warnings: slight angsty bits i guess, smut(fingering, unprotected vaginal sex)

Authors note: yes, i said I wouldn't be posting here anymore but ya know what, I've put too much work into this damn masterlist to not carry on even with lack of interest, and anons are off so i hopefully can't receive any more hate

Authors note 2.0: its late, but here's the first Christmas fic!

Word Count: 4293 BuckyNat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

   Steam surrounds Natasha as she stands under the showerhead, letting the hot water cascade down onto her body and soothe her muscles. After a few more minutes she decides it's time to get out, even if she doesn't want to leave its warm embrace and step out into the chill of the apartment. Not that it truly was cold, not with the heat cranked up the way it was to fight off the outside December weather, but still, it was enough of a difference to matter.

   With the water now off, she's treated to the sound of Christmas music as it softly plays in the living room, filling the apartment in a cozy and cheerful atmosphere. It brings a smile to her face, and she now finds herself much more willing to get out. She opens the glass shower door and carefully steps out, wrapping herself and then her hair in fluffy towels adorned with little snowmen embroidered in the corners.

   She quickly dries herself off and moves closer to the countertop, grabbing her clothes and quickly putting her bra and underwear on. She slips on a pair of leggings next before finishing the look with her new Christmas sweater that you had gotten her. She wipes away the fog on the mirror in order to get a glimpse of how she looks in it, and her smile widens. She hopes you like it on her just as much as she does.

   After drying her hair she finally emerges, and makes a beeline out of the bedroom in order to find her lovers, and her heart practically melts when she finds you both. 

    “Why are you making some when we have these?” James, who also has on the Christmas sweater you bought him, asks as he looks over at a pile of boxes on the table

   “Because those are premade kits for us to make gingerbread cookie houses” you explain, “And I, am making us regular cookies to eat”

   “We can't eat these?” he asks

   You chuckle as you sort through your cookie cutters, “We can, yes. But I thought it would be nice to have a variety to bake together too”

   “Can we make peanut butter ones?” Nat asks, making her presence known. Your face lights up when you see her in her sweater, making her heart swell

   “Of course we can” you answer, smiling softly at the two as she joins James at the table, “I have supplies for some chocolate chip ones and sugar cookies too”

   “You're spoiling us” James says, but the way the corner of his mouth tilts up tells you that he isn't really against that notion 

   You shrug, “The two of you deserve to be spoiled. Especially at Christmas”

   Both practically melt at hearing that, and neither could fully understand what they did to deserve such a loving and caring partner after all they've done, but they certainly were glad they were able to call you theirs.

   “Okay, so what are we making first then?” Nat asks, making her way over to you and your countertop covered in supplies and ingredients

   “Well, since we wouldn't want to ruin these fantastic sweaters you both have on” you tease, “Lets put these on”

   By the time you grab the aprons, James has also joined you at the counter, and he can't help but laugh when he sees Well Hung written on the one you're handing him in fancy cursive writing accompanied by a few decorative bulbs.

   “Don't laugh, we all know it's true” you say with a wink, leaving his cheeks to turn pink as you hand Nat one of the others

   She reacts similarly when handed hers. Santas face wearing sunglasses takes up most of the space, with the words I do it for the HOs written underneath

   “Does that mean you and James are hoes then?” She teases, “Because you know I only do things for the two of you.”

   “I know love, and I'm happy to be your hoe any day of the week. What about you James?”

   He playfully rolls his eyes before answering, “Gladly. Anytime and any place”

   “Oh, now don't tell her that” you scold, slapping his arm, “Or we'll never get these cookies done”

   She laughs, confirming your thoughts with her signature smirk, “Well, we wouldn't want that, so lets see your apron then”

   Yours has a picture of old parchment with an ink quill with the phrase I'm the reason Santa has a naughty list scrolled across it. Both chuckle as James shakes his head

   “You could say that again”

   “Hey!” You pout, “I'm actually very well behaved thank you very much”

   “Oh, we know detka(baby)” the redhead purrs, making you gulp, “Now, keep behaving and tell us where to start���

   You clear your throat in order to regain your cool, even if the blush on your cheeks remains, “Well, I have all of the dry ingredients set out already, so if one of you could grab the mixing bowls and spoon and the other grab the eggs, butter, peanut butter and vanilla extract please?”

   Without even speaking a word to each other, they head in separate directions, Nat going for the rest of the ingredients and James going for the bowls. You smile in gratitude as they both set everything on the counter, both giving excited smiles and return and it breaks your heart to think about the fact that probably neither of them have made cookies before.

   “Okay, so Tasha you're in charge of the peanut butter ones”

   “Of course” James teases, making her stick her tongue out in response

   You shake your head at their antics, but carry on, “And James, you've got the sugar cookies”

   “That's because you can’t mess those up” Nat tells him, jabbing his ribs with her finger

   “Ow, stop that” he chastises, batting away her hand with his metal one

    “Behave” you tell them pointedly, though the smile on your face tells them you aren’t entirely serious

   Still both compuse themselves, and turn to you waiting for you to guide them in cookie baking. They follow along as you tell them how much of each ingredient to put in while you get your own batch of cookies ready, and when the time comes for mixing everything together you watch fondly as they do their best to get all the lumps out. The next task is to portion out the dough and get it on baking pans, which you had already laid out on top of the oven. You hand them each their own tray before bringing your own over

   “Good job loves, you did very well and your doughs look delicious” you praise, watching their faces light up, “Start rolling them into balls for the trays so we can bake them”

   “How big do we make them?” Nat asks, already starting to roll one

   You take a bit of your own dough into your hands and begin rolling it, “Big enough that you can fit all the dough onto the tray, but small enough that there's a decent amount of space between them so they don’t end up touching.”

   They both nod before proceeding to follow your instructions, and before long you have three trays full of cookies ready to bake. Natasha smiles as she looks down at her peanut butter tray and pride fills her. It was hard for her sometimes, not feeling embarrassed for having to learn something that most people were taught growing up or just learned through the normal human experience. But from the start, you and James had never treated her differently for not knowing something. Instead the two of you would always explain things to her and help her, doing it in a way that didn’t make her feel stupid or babied but instead had her confidence blossoming. And she would forever be grateful for both of your kindness and patience.

   On your other side, Bucky feels proud too, but for a different reason. He's just happy to have done something fun that will bring joy. Even if it was short lasting and in the grand scheme of things, was inconsequential. He's done so much violence and harm in his life, and even if it hadn’t been done of his own volition, that doesn’t ease the guilt that gnaws at him. But doing stuff like this, yeah, sometimes that made the guilt fade for a while. Because it was good, and harmless and it just let him be normal and use his hands to create instead of ruin. And having the two women he loved more than anything by his side, loving him despite his flaws and traumas, and sharing in those good memories, it meant more to him than words could ever even begin to describe. 

   “Okay, that should do it” you announce, breaking both of them from their trains of thought, “James could you preheat the oven to 350 please?”

   “Yeah, sure” He says, wiping his hands on his apron before moving to do as he's told

   Nat takes this opportunity to wrap her arms around your middle to pull you close against her and kiss your cheek, “Thank you detka(baby), for helping us make these.”

   “Of course love, and it can be one of our new Christmas tradition for us if you’d both like”

    “We’d love that” James answers, having seen the look on the redheads face at your words and knowing his face showed the same

   You smile as he joins in the embrace, placing a kiss on your other cheek as his one arm wraps around your waist to tangle with Nats, “Good. It’s important to have traditions. Now let's get everything in the sink and clean ourselves up. By then the oven should be heated”

   Sure enough, as soon as you all finish up cleaning and removing your aprons, the oven dings. You put your own tray in first before watching them do the same, but you had to stop yourself from shouting out to James to be careful not to touch the coils, momentarily forgetting that his metal appendage wouldn't be harmed.

  “Alright, now that they're in, we should have enough time for a cuddle session in the living room before they're done.”

   “Oh? Is that so?” Your girlfriend teases, the corners of her mouth lifting up to show her interest in the idea

   James wraps his arms around you both, “Well, then what are we waiting for? Come on”

   He leads you both into the room, but as he sees the state of the couch, his excitement falters a bit. Sensing his posture shift, the Russian tears her gaze away from the beautiful tree in the corner and moves it over to the furniture. She can hardly stifle a giggle as she takes in Liho and Alpine all stretched out, nearly taking up all the cushion space

   “Come on guys, that's just unfair” he huffs, “Can't you move over to your bed? It's just like a giant cushion. And it's in front of the fire, nice and warm.”

  To no surprise, neither feline moves or even shows interest, which deflates him further. Now you're the one trying to stifle your giggles as he goes to move them, only to be stopped by Nat

  “Nope, don't think so. They were their first”

   “You can't be serious” your boyfriend scoffs, looking over at you for help

   You raise your hands in defense, “You heard the lady. And besides, you said so yourself, their huge bed is indeed a big cushion. So…”

   A few minutes later, the three of you are indeed on the comically large pet bed, with James squished in the middle. His arms are wrapped around your waist and Nats while the two of you hold hands behind his back. It's an incredibly soft and domestic scene, one which you doubt either of them had ever thought they'd get the opportunity to indulge in. Thoughts like that always make you simultaneously sad and happy. Sad because they deserved so much more and so much better, but happy because they're here with each other and you which means they are getting what they deserve now. And you’d give them that until the world stopped

  A log crackles and pops on the fire, which gains your attention, and as you gaze at it James breaks the silence, “Thank you for all of this Y/n, it really means a lot to Nat and I that you've helped us have our first true Christmas in god only knows how long”

   “You don’t have to thank me for that, neither of you do. It’s my pleasure to be able to give you happy memories as we spend time together. Have you enjoyed anything more than the other activities so far?”

   “I think the cartoon movies were my favorite.” Nat admits, “They brought out that childhood wonder I have rarely gotten to feel since Ohio.”

   The admission has you smiling wide and tearing up a little if you're honest, “I’m glad to hear that baby.”

   “I liked decorating the tree.” James says next, “Reminded me of when my sister and I would do it together. We always did it too, even after I’d grown and started my training for the Army and even once I was enlisted too. I hope she always carried me in spirit while continuing the tradition just like I carried her with us this year.”

  Now Natasha was holding back tears of her own as she kisses his cheek, “I’m sure she did dorogoy(darling), I’m sure she did”

   After a few more minutes of shared memories and peaceful silence the oven timer dings, signaling that the cookies were done baking. You and your two helpers trot to the kitchen to remove your respective trays, and James immediately attempts to take one to try.

   You slap his metal hand, “Your hand may not feel it, but I promise you that your mouth would”

   “But they look so yummy, and it's already past ten” 

   “Grandpa” Nat chuckles, earning herself a playful glare from the man

   “It’s not because I’m old. It’d because I know that we’ll all be up earlier than we normally would in order to enjoy ourselves here before going to Tonys” he elaborates, though you and Nat know it really is a bit of both

   “Alright, fine. I’ll give you that” you tell him grabbing some glasses and plates from the nearby cupboard, “So we’ll have our milk on stand by”

   You each put a few cookies on your plates and fill your glasses with milk before taking a seat at the kitchen table. It gives the perfect view of the city on a normal occasion, but now it's even more magical. Snowflakes flutter through the air, drifting down towards the piles that already adorn the rooftops and alleyways, and the twinkle of multicolored lights is almost endless. IT was the perfect scenery to end the night looking at, and the silence that fills the air as your partners also look over the city tell you that they feel the same and are just as enamored by the view.

   It doesn’t take long for the three of you to finish your cookies, turn off your Christmas playlist and get changed into your festive matching pajama sets. And now the three of you are settled into bed, a mess of tangled limbs and body head as you all cuddle together. 

   “Goodnight you two” you whisper, squeezing them both affectionately

   “Night Y/n, Nat” James mumbles, already half asleep

   You can feel the Russian smile against your neck at his sleepy response, “Goodnight loves”

  Come morning, Natasha is of course the first to wake up. And no, it had nothing to do with her being excited, she was just naturally an early riser. Okay, so maybe she was a bit excited, but she would have been awake at this hour regardless. With the curtains being drawn the room is still enveloped in darkness, but that doesn’t stop her from gazing in her lovers directions. With her highly tuned senses her eyes quickly adjust, and when can begin to make the two of you out. James, as expected is still out cold, snoring softly. But to her surprise she finds your eyes wide open as you stare at her with a loving smile

   “Hi”

   “Hi” she greets, reaching out to grab your hip, “You're supposed to be sleeping”

   “One could argue the same about you” you reply, cupping her face

   She chuckles, “Touche, but we all know I’m an early riser”

  “I am too on Christmas” you explain, “I just get filled with too much excitement for the day, can’t keep my eyes closed”

   She lets out a hum of understanding as she shifts, wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you closer. With you now right up against her she tucks her face against your neck, letting her warm breath fan across your skin as her hands trace comforting circles against your pajama top

   You relax into her embrace and reach out to run your hand through her hair, scratching lightly at her scalp as you do so. It's one of her favorite gestures, and she practically purrs at the affection as she places a gentle kiss against your collarbone. As careful as possible she slipes her thigh between your own, and you catch on to what she's doing

   “You're up to something” you whisper, making her smile against you

   “Maybe” she responds, letting one of her hands go up under your shirt

   Her cool hand makes you shudder and you press yourself even further against her, “Tasha, you don’t have to”

   “I know. But I want to” she answers, beginning to trail kisses across your jaw, “I want to show you how much you mean to me, how much I love you. Please Y/n, can I?”

   You fight the urge to dumbly nod, remembering the still slumbering man behind you, “What about James?”

   “Oh, I’m sure he wants the same thing detka(baby), and we both know you can’t stay quiet” a whine escapes you at this and she chuckles before continuing, “So when you wake him, he can join us. Does that sound good?”

   “Yes” 

   “Good” she says, kissing you briefly as her hand makes it way to your hip, “Now, start grinding my love, I know you want to”

   You begin to roll your hips against her and she tenses her muscle for you. The feeling of her strength alone is enough to have even more heat pooling in your belly, but when her hands move to cup your breasts, you know you're making a mess in your panties

   “Tasha” you whimper out, feeling you core throb at just her simplest of touches

   “I’m right here” she assures, letting one of her hands trail down your body until it reaches your waistband. She shifts back enough to get a good look at your face as she slips into your pants, swiping her fingers through your soaked heat, “So wet for me”

   “Please” you beg, pushing your hips closer to entice her, and it works. She eagerly obliges, pushing two of her fingers inside you with ease and curling them just right, “Oh god”

   She begins to pump her fingers steadily inside you as her other hand still works at your chest. It's a miracle your still cognizant of your surroundings with as easily as she's able to work you up, and you can’t help but let out sounds of pleasure as she does everything just right

  “You sound so pretty detka(baby)” she whispers before connecting her lips against yours. It's full of nothing but passion as she pours out her love for you in it, making you feel a bit bad that all you can do is return it sloppily due to your current mindset

   When her lips finally pull away from yours, another arm wraps around your center and James hot breath is in your ear, “She definitely does. Best sound to wake up to”

   He gropes you over your pajamas, causing a wanton moan to leave you as your walls clench down upon Natashas fingers which has her moaning as well. She can tell how close you are so she brings her thumb up to brush against your clit

   “Ah! Tasha!”

   “Gonna cum for her pretty girl?” James asks, feeling how your body begins to shake. You nod furiously at his question and he looks at the redhead with a smile

   “Go ahead, cum when you're ready” 

   As soon as she says in you clamp down on her with a vice like grip and throw your head back against James as pleasure washes over you. Natasha is treated to a gush of your juices down her palm and the sight of you blissed out in pleasure coupled with all your earlier sounds has her underwear quite a mess themselves

   “Hell of a way to wake up” James teases, his hand gently rubbing your side to help calm you down

   Nat only smiles at him, “Well, she isn’t complaining”

   “Neither am I” he assures, reaching out to cup her face, “But now I think it's your turn”

   Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink as he pulls her in, letting her lips meet yours once more before his takes your place. You let your hands roam across the toned muscles of her abdomen as the two of them kiss, and try not to squirm as her fingers finally slip from inside you

   “But Y/n- ”

   “Will be fine, I’m a great multitasker.” he states, shifting slightly to allow you to feel the bulge at the front of his pants

   “Oh” you moan, feeling yourself already becoming needy for him

   “You like how that sounds baby?” he asks, his chin stubble tickling your ear

    “Yes please” you answer, reaching back to palm him

    His hips lightly roll against you, “Get your pants off for me then”

    You wiggle to do just that while you're still stuck between the two. Once he realizes you've done as he asked he moves his pants and boxers down enough to free his length, which is already throbbing at just the mere idea of pleasing his girls. He guides it forward, pressing the tip against your dripping folds and you watch his hand move to grab your girlfriends plump ass, “And what about you Tasha, you okay with this?”

   “Yes” she affirms, moving slightly to both be closer to you and give him better access

   His hand withdraws from her momentarily to hoist your heg up over her waist, and he pushes himself inside you. You gasp as his thickness stretches you open, and your hands find purchase on areas of your girlfriend to help ground yourself. Before Natasha can even register it, his hand is in her bottoms, and his fingers are toying with her entrance

   “James…please”

   “I've got you” he tells her before slipping two fingers inside her just as she’d done with you

   She moans at the stretch and shivers at your despret touches as he starts to roll his hips forward, making you take him even deeper. One of the perks of his serum is the extra stamina, which definitely comes in handy at times like this. He's able to keep up with ease, pumping and curling his fingers in Natashas cunt in perfect rhythm with how he's thrusting his dick into yours

  “God you both feel so good around me” he groans, quickening his pace a little 

   Natasha lets out a moan of her own and her own as he hits that perfect spot inside her, and you find yourself eye to eye with her as her hand clutches onto your thigh as pleasure overtakes her features. The sight alone has you clenching down on James even harder so he starts to move his thumb against your girlfriends clit, reveling in how she begins to shake

   “Oh god…oh god, James” she moans, her eyes practically rolling back

   “Go ahead krasivaya(beautiful)” 

   The Russian word is what sends her over the edge with a cry, which effectively has you coming right after her. As pleasure crashes over you, you can feel James erupt, filling you with his seed. 

   He continues his movements, helping you both come down from your climaxes until Nat whimpers. As soon as he pulls his hand from her she's curling up against your still heaving chest, seeking the comfort of cuddles. You waste no time in indulging her in this, wrapping your arms around her waist and pepper kisses against her hairline while James simultaneously rubs her back soothingly and kisses your neck as he snuggles against it

   “Merry Christmas moya lyubov'(my loves)” she says, trying her best to get her arms around you both, “Thank you both for being the best gift I could ever receive on any holiday”

   “Merry Christmas Tasha, James” you reply, “I love you both more than words describe”

   James smiles at you both, having never felt so full of love or hope before, “Merry Christmas my girls. Thank you for making this one, and every one after it, special”

   You and Nat hum in acknowledgement and you truly just take a moment to thank the universe. You're so glad it was you that got the privilege of having these two incredibly kind and misunderstood people by your side. You're glad it was you that could help mend their wounds and broken hearts, and know they feel the same. Without you they'd be lost, but with you they have a home. A place to be and a thing to celebrate this holiday season. And what could be more perfect than that.

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[theunholyrogue]

under the mistletoe🎄

❤️bayverse! x GN reader💚

still on my writing hiatus, but i thought i would pop in for a quick, short christmas post with my favorite boys

tw: v mild cursing, none— all fluffy! ☁️

merry christmas, and happy holidays! <3

🎄💙Leonardo💙🎄

Oh, how Leonardo loved watching the excitement in your body language and emotions after he had agreed to helping you set up your christmas decorations around your home.

He didn’t mind doing anything for you, you were his partner after all and you definitely put up with a lot from him and his brothers— this was the utter least he could do for you.

So, while sipping on homemade hot chocolate, you and Leo spent the cold day together setting up your christmas tree, stringing the lights around it, and hanging ornaments off of the dark green branches.

You didn’t have many ornaments, as you had rather collect the cooler, more personal ornaments such as a hallmark oogey boogey from ‘the nightmare before christmas’ or a book to describe your various hobbies, over the glass or plastic bulbs that were really only used for the aesthetic…

unless the glass/plastic bulbs are your thing, then go off babe~

Both you and Leonardo enjoyed the quiet time off the moment, listening to the low sounds of christmas music or whatever you would rather play in the background on your TV.

“Thank you for helping me, Leo,” You speak as the two of you hang some garland over the top of your fireplace, followed by two stockings— one for you and one for Leonardo.

“Of course, love,” He responded, a warm and endearing smile on his features as you two finish and meet in the middle of your living room.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, around his shell as best you could as he returned the gesture.

“There is something that’s missing,” Leonardo muttered, causing you to look up at him.

“What?”

In an instant, you spot the mistletoe bundle above both of your heads, trying to figure out how Leonardo pinned it up there without you realizing.

Of course, the answer was that he was a ninja.

Without giving enough time to react, Leonardo tightened his hugging grip with one arm as the other slide to your neck, his hand coddling the back of your head as he pulled you into a longing kiss.

“A mistletoe kiss,” he states as the two of you pull away. “Merry Christmas, my dearest.”

“I don’t think I can love you anymore than I do.”

🎄💜Donatello💜🎄

The turtle genius had been hearing nonstop about Christmas lights from you, April, and Casey— about wanting to visit the biggest Christmas light display and drive-thru around their area.

Annnnd since April is a reporter, she and Casey had the benefit of going in before they opened to the public one night while April ran a story on the on the festive and flashy display.

Leaving you all alone.

Now— Donatello had never been one to celebrate Christmas, the whole ordeal stemmed from something that went against the science that he could prove, yet, after the two of you started dating, he most definitely put in a lot more effort for minor things like holidays and such just to make you happy.

So, since the turtle couldn’t bring you to the lights himself, why not bring the lights to you?

Thus, he banned you from the lair for roughly a week as he put his plan into action. He spent a lot of money for April to buy lights, while he would tinker and toy with the rest, ultimately creating an entire display of assorted lights that he and another could walk through.

And when it was time, he brought you back to the lair with a blindfold over your eyes.

“This is kinky,” you tease.

“Stop it.” Donatello replied, guiding you to the entrance of the lair before removing the blindfold.

You paused in awe, seeing the array of lights that was carefully manipulated into different christmas objected and scenes.

Candy canes, Santa, his reindeer, gingerbread houses, etc…

“Oh my… did you do all of this for me?” You asked softly, gazing up at Donatello, who watched you with a faint smile.

“Of course I did, you deserve it.”

You couldn’t help but hug him for a moment before the two of you walked through his creation.

Eventually, he led you through a multicolored tunnel that ended with an tinsel arch, white lights strung through it to resemble snowflakes. In the very middle, hanging off of the arch was a mistletoe.

Of course Donatello ended the walk with you both underneath it, and in the moment, he swept you off of your feet and bent forward over you, pressing his lips to yours.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

🎄❤️Raphael❤️🎄

“Sorry we had to wait for everyone to clear outta here,” Raphael murmured, slipping around on the ice of the ice hockey rink that doubled as a ice skating rink in the winter time.

You had been talking about wanting to go ice skating, whether you were good at it or not, yet you had struggled to find the time to go by yourself… or at all— period.

So, since Raphael “knows a guy who knows a guy”… Casey Jones… he decided to ask for a favor from the male in exchange for some free pizza.

“Raph, this is so much better than being around others! We’re all alone, I’m with my favorite person, this seriously couldn’t get any better!” You exclaimed as you slid along the ice in your skates, remaining close to Raphael.

Raphael smirked as you proclaimed your total excitement for the night activity, making him feel better about, well, the situation at hand. He always felt bad when he couldn’t take you out in public with others around, yet you always found a way to reassure him that it was always okay with you.

So, he continued to try and pick up the simplest of moves— skating forward, in the ice skates that Donatello had made specifically for him.

“Dang, I feel real bad about calling myself a ninja and not being able to do this,” he grumbled, though you didn’t mind reaching out and guiding him along.

“It takes time to learn, just like how you had to practice ninjitsu to be good at it. Right?” You asked with a smile.

“Yeah… and I’m damn good at it,” he grins.

“You sure are, love.”

Slowly, but surely, Raphael continued to pick up on the way of ice skating, being able to move forward and slightly be able to spin around in a circle.

Finally, as you two were doing one more lap around the rink, Raphael looked over at you.

“You know how ya’ said this night couldn’t get better?”

You paused, watching him as he maneuvered back in front of you.

“Yeaaah?”

He pulled out a small mistletoe bushel from his pocket, holding it over both of your heads while moving close. He leaned down in your direction and smiled.

“Merry Christmas, hot stuff,” he grinned before pressing his lips against yours, both lingering for an extra moment before pulling away.

“Couldn’t get better than that.” You grinned, pulling him back into a greedy kiss, causing the two of you to fall onto the ice and proceed to laugh it off.

🎄🧡Michelangelo🧡🎄

The turtles had been planning this holiday party for weeks, now that they had a collective group of people that they now considered apart of the family and wanted to spend part of their holiday season with.

Making the most out of it, you had decided to spend the late morning and midday to help your turtle partner in cooking delicious sweets while the others set up for the party.

Plenty of giggles and goofing around erupted between you and Michelangelo as you two measured ingredients, throwing some of the flour at your partner with the turtle retaliating against you by smacking a palm-full of whipped cream into your face.

You also couldn’t resist taking your finger and dragging it across the surface of the cake bowl, licking the ingredients off while earning a whine from Mikey.

“Oh, no fair! I was gonna do that!”

“Guess you were a little too slow then, huh?”

He simply rolled his eyes with a cheeky grin, catching you off guard with a quick cheeky kiss and quickly copying your actions with the remainder of the leftover batter. He pulled his finger out, creating a loud ‘pop’ sound with his mouth as you narrow your eyes.

“Oop! Guess you were a little too slow, sweet cheeks.”

“You are a total asshole for that,” you pouted, sticking the empty bowl into the sink to wash, along with the rest of the dirty dishes.

As you two cleaned up the disaster in the kitchen and laid the finished desserts of cookies, brownies, fudge, and whatever else came to mind, out onto the bar— you started to plate the desserts onto Christmas themed plates rather than leaving them on the pans.

The boys had finished setting up for the party, leaving the rest of the job for you and Mikey to bring the plates of sweets out and settling them up on a table in the main area where the party would be, alongside the drinks and small finger foods that Casey and April had brought.

One by one, you brought the dessert to the entrance separating the kitchen and the living space, where Michelangelo would meet you and take the plate, moving to the table and setting it down— until it came down to the last dessert.

As you walked to the entrance, Mikey swiftly took the plate from your hands and moved it to one hand, snaking the other around your waist and pulling you close to him.

Without so much as a warning, the orange clad turtle pressed his lips against yours in a short yet passionate kiss before pulling away, leaving you momentarily dazed. From there, he grinned and winked at you.

“Merry Christmas, sexy.” He states before walking back to the food table, leaving you there to stare up at the mistletoe berry and leaf that hung in the doorway above your head.

“That was pretty smooth…” You mutter with a blushing smile.

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[keyaho]

p. Christmas 2023

summary: Nashae is known to the world as Yahya, the sweet voice that has dominated the music industry for almost twenty years. The Queen of R&B wanted nothing more in life than to settle down, especially after seeing her friends getting married, but it's never happened. After a Christmas home with friends, she's introduced to a romance that brings out a side of her she never knew was there.

a/n: wwe is a more serious sport. think of wwe as a brand like the nfl or nba but it has more freedom like boxing/mma. it's not as scripted as we know it to be.

note: reposted from kingmichaelapratt

→p.I ←

Nashea “Coco” Hapeta, known publicly as Yahya -was the top R&B singer with a career spanning almost two decades of music, film, and modeling. At thirty-two, she was the standard, the GOAT, the Queen of R&B. However, tonight she was just Coco. Relaxing with her best friend’s Trinity Fatu for a pajama themed party, she relished in the loving atmosphere and joy that being around a large family brought. In the kitchen, she sat at the island with a glass of white wine and a plate of food in front of her. If there was one thing she was going to do, it was eat. 

“My husband’s family is late, but they are like five minutes away.” Trinity laughed. “I swear that’s why I told him the wrong time last time, but I was trying to be right this year.” 

Fork full of greens, Coco savored the taste of the pork it was cooked in as she took the bite. Hand hovering by her mouth, she shook her head. “I was just being greedy, you did not have to let me fix a plate.” 

“Girl, they are always late. The only reason they were on time for the wedding was because it was right at the hotel and they knew they wouldn’t get in if they weren’t.” 

In matching gingerbread pajamas, Trinity looked at her younger sister, Imani, and rolled her eyes. She was also holding a plate and chewing on a deviled egg. Having met Trinity in college, Coco and her hit off. Two years later their friend group expanded to include Trinity’s younger sister. Somehow, Bianca Crawford and Mercedes Varnado from WWE had also melted into their friend group and the unit have been close for about six years now. 

The large Christmas tree was decorated to the nines in different sized gold and red bulbs in the living room. A few ribbons were wrapped around the tree and at the top was a large bow instead of a star. It was lit up with warm brown lights. Beneath it, and color coded, were multiple boxes of wrapped gifts for their secret Santa exchange. Two weeks ago, one of the aunts passed everyone their name for the exchange. Coco had been absent, but wanted to participate and ended up pulling Joe’s name. She had only seen him once at a family event, but they had never been introduced to each other. Her gifts to him were wrapped in shimmering gold paper with thick black ribbon bows. It was hard, but she thinks she got him gifts he’d like and could use. 

Sipping her wine, she could see the front door opening out the corner of her eyes. Children, two dogs, five boisterous voices and some feminine laughter all filled the kitchen in seconds and before she could get up from the stool to hug him, the single twin Jey yanked her into a hug. 

“What’s up sis!” He said, his arms tight around her shoulders as her arms went around his middle. 

“Hey, Jey, god, loosen up I can’t breathe,’ she giggled. 

They managed to have on the same pajamas, the basic red flannel with thick black satin ribbon at the waist. He was in a black tank top while she had on a cropped black sweater. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun that was falling to pieces after his hug. Jimmy greeted her with a side hug and went to his wife before planting a kiss on her lips. Coco loved how much they were in love. 

“What the hell were y’all doing to be,’ Bianca looked down at her watch, “thirty minutes late?”

Her husband, Montez, strolled up to her in their matching green silk pajamas ready to explain their absence. 

“We stopped for drinks,’ a heavy and deep voice replied. 

Coming up behind her, bottles of alcohol were placed on the island where she was eating by large hands with manicured fingers. He smelled like cognac, deep and rich. Sliding back into her seat, she picked up her fork, watching him push the bottles towards the center of the island so they didn’t fall. A moment later, his head turned to her, dark eyes giving her the once over before recognition set in. She turned her head and he quickly got the hint, but were her cheeks red? Joe hid his smirk. 

“Please don’t ever leave me with those three.” Sarona, known by most as Tamina, stepped into the kitchen with gift bags in her hand. 

Her brown eyes landed on Coco and a smile broke out on her face.

“I know that isn’t little Nae Nae,’ she pushed Jey out the way and wrapped her arms around the smaller woman. “I haven’t seen you in years, girl what the fuck!” 

“Talofa Sarona,’ Coco replied sheepishly. 

To be one of the biggest stars in the music industry, Coco was honestly very shy. How she managed to have loud ass friends was a mystery. 

“Don’t give me native tongue! I missed you so much!” 

She was hugged again and twenty minutes later they were all vibing to music and party games. It felt good being home with people she loved and as she looked around at everyone having a good time she didn’t want it to end. She pulled out her camera and started taking photos for her scrapbook. Each holiday of the year had its own photos and videos saved on her laptop. Turning the camera towards herself she took a few selfies on her own before Jey slid over making silly faces. He was really like a big brother to her and one of the guys that always called or checked in with her, even when she couldn’t answer. Everyone followed and soon they were trying to set up all their phones to catch the group picture. 

“Yo, Joe your camera is the best, just take it on yours and send it to everybody.” Montez suggested. 

Joe had been sitting on the couch watching everyone, but more specifically, he’d been a little star struck. The Yahya, Coco, was sitting across from him and his palms were sweaty. He had her poster on his dorm wall for fucks sake. He’d been around many celebrities and never felt so stuck. So exposed. 

Fuck, he felt like a kid with a damn crush. 

“We have the same phone,’ he replied puzzled. 

“I want to post some of these photos,’ Coco said, saving Joe from having to risk his phone getting broken. “I brought my tripod and Nikon.” 

Situated for the group photo, Coco was flanked in the middle by Trinity and Bianca with Jimmy and Montez on the ends. Mercedes and Sarona were sitting on the back of the couch with Joe standing between them. Once it was taken they kicked the guys out of the shot so they could take more. 

She posted a few, including the group photo. Her personal life was so well guarded, that she made sure her location wasn’t on so they couldn’t track Trinity’s house. This was a yearly party, so her fans were well aware of her friend group, but there were always the crazies that took their devotion too far. 

→p.II ←

Between the alcohol flowing in all of them a game of drunk twister ended up being played outside in the barely lit backyard. Coco was currently in a backbend after Saronas spin had her contorting her body so she wouldn’t lose. Trinity was in a split, Bianca was stretched across the red and yellow circles, Mercedes was almost standing on Jey’s head by the blues, and it was Joe’s turn. So far he had it easy as the only one still standing. 

“You good like that Co?” Trinity laughed before ticking her exposed side. 

The singer almost buckled and her giggles were muffled from the fabric of her top falling in her face. Her lacy halter bra covered her but the cool air licked at her skin causing chill bumps. She was definitely ready for the spiced hot chocolate and movie. 

“As long as Joe’s left foot doesn't land on red," she finally replied. 

The only red space visible was under her head and the last thing she wanted was to land on a foot. She couldn’t see his face because his back was to her, but his smell was suffocating and being outside didn’t help. She could only smell him. Even from upside down. She’s been around a lot of men in the industry, but he smelled divine. It was just a Samoan man thing: to smell so fucking good. She could hear him thump the arrow this spin. His leg moved, putting his right foot on blue. Since Sarona was watching and recording, she spun for Coco. 

“Left leg green!” 

She knew it was to the right of her, but there was no way she was going to make it. Bending her knees for a second she flung her legs upwards into a handstand but between the tight space and liquor she immediately lost her balance and clenched her eyes shut for impact. 

“Good catch, Co, girl you know you're out,’ Sarona laughed. 

Opening her eyes and realized Joe had caught her. One of her legs was on his shoulder while the other hung, dangling from the ground. She weighed very little and he flipped her upright and helped her step around the contorted players. His hands lingered on her lower back as he guided her without losing his footing on the mat. 

“Uh, thank you,’ Coco said. 

Joe winked. 

On the inside the wrestler was screaming. He had her. In his arms. She might have been upside down but how many people could say they held her. He watched her out the corner of his eye take a seat next to Sarona. For the first time he noticed how much smaller she was compared to everyone else. She barely came to his chest when they were standing around. And he had to look down at her when they did exchange words. He admired her. He was admiring her. The way the moonlight shone down on her dark brown skin, the softness of her brown eyes, her plush lips, the damn slope of her nose, fuck. She was beautiful when done up in videos and shows, but seeing her bare face and relaxed gave her another level of beauty he couldn’t put into words. 

“Dude,’ Jimmy punched Joe in the arm, “can you make it any more obvious?” 

He was off to the side watching the game unfold when he noticed Joe was distracted. He followed his older cousin's gaze to where Coco was showing Sarona something on her phone. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” 

“I remember the posters, you singing Upgrade You during your workout, you're a whole fan.” 

“Shut up,’ Joe hissed. “You make me sound weird.” 

Shaking his head, Jimmy sighed. “You have been eying her since you came in. I saw how you looked at her while she was eating.” 

“I didn’t know who she was at first.” 

“Well, it looked like you wanted to eat her.”

“J-”

“Like take a bite of the ass type eating.” 

“Aye, I get it.” 

“Bruh!” Montez yelled, ‘can we get back to the damn game?” 

Trinity ended up winning and they all cleaned up and went inside to eat again and set up for the gift exchange.

While everyone got cleaned up Coco was standing in the kitchen getting the hot chocolate and bourbon ready. Taking a shot, she grimaced as the vodka warmed her belly. 

“That’s some pretty strong stuff.” 

Coco looked up as Joe walked into the kitchen. His hands were in the pocket of his pants. Like her he was barefoot. 

“I think it all burns the same,’ she laughed. “I’m not a big drinker, but it’s the holidays.” 

He could agree with her on that. Being a wrestler meant taking exceptional care of his body and alcohol, with exceptions, was something he avoided. Most of the food they were having tonight he avoided, but like Coco he could sneak a few cheat meals during the holidays. 

“I’m already dreading the gym trips,’ Joe laughed. 

“You don’t look like you need it much,’ she replied. “I mean not that you don’t look good or anything. I watch you…I mean, them, the show.” She rambled. “I watch the shows.” Coco sighed. 

“You do?” He said, hoping he sounded light hearted. 

“I try to catch some of the shows when I have time. I’ve pretty much seen all of the pay perviews recently.” 

Joe leaned against the island next to her, his shoulder against hers, well, nearly. 

“You’ve watched mine,’ he asked boldly. 

“You’re hard to miss.” 

They stood in silence for a while, Coco watching the milk and Joe watching her. 

→p.III←

Presents were divided up and one by one they all opened them up. Coco’s Secret Santa turned out to be Joe and she was surprised at his gifts. Her favorite was probably the cashmere zip hoodie, she had been trying to get her hands on one of these for months and they were sold out. She was never one to use her celebrity status for a get ahead, so she had been watching the site for weeks. 

“Okay so this is my new favorite hoodie, how did you even get one of these?” 

She slipped her arms into the soft material and glanced over at him. 

“I knew someone. I know they are pretty popular.” 

Conveniently the price tag had been ripped off, but she knew what they cost. 

“I’ve been watching the site for weeks.” 

She opened the rest of her gifts; a simple tennis bracelet, an LV clutch-in another color she didn’t have but wanted-, Dior shades, and pair of Louboutins. They were a custom brown shade with her name -CoCo- in elegant script on the right one. 

“Yeah, Joe getting my name next year.” Bianca reached for the shoes as the room laughed. 

She was in no spot to talk, Coco had gushed over the custom fur she had been given. Everyone in the just knew each other, so it was odd for Joe to have no idea who she was but somehow figured out what she’d like. 

“Obviously he knows who had his name and its funny as hell they got each other.” Mercedes cackled. 

Coco watched as he opened the shoe box. Jey helped her with his shoe size and she had a pair of custom leather boots from an atelier. She bit down on her bottom lip and hoped he liked them. They were brown with black laces and detailing on the sole. They were a simple shoe, but heavy from the leather. 

“I know they are kind of simple,’ she rambled. 

“No, no, no,’ he smiled. “I like them. A lot.” 

The rest of his gifts were a gold chain, custom Nike tech suits in black and one that matches his in ring persona of the Tribal Chief. It had a Samoan art style and was a show piece more than something for casual wear. Though he could if wanted. There was also a Cartier watch. His last gift was probably her favorite to pick out. Jey had told her he was into vinyls so she scoured some old record stores and found a few classics like Prince and Michael Jackson. 

“I pulled the Marvin Gaye one from my collection.” 

When all the paper and gifts were put up, they all piled on the couches to watch This Christmas. After today they’d all go back to their busy schedules, sneaking in calls when they had the time. 

It was back to being Yahya, the superstar.

#roman reigns fanfic #roman reigns x black!reader #roman reigns x black reader #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns fanfiction

[fountainpenguin]

"And the women, they all pity me... because I'm married, but not in love! Frozen at the center...?" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 20 - “Sizzle (Grian, Scar)”

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Grian makes plans to set SnifferMyFeet up on a date, then buys some very special bread. Scar comes home to a wrecked apartment and confronts the gingerbread-loving demon in his closet. Just your average Traffic SMP fanfic- nothing to see here.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Grian

Status: Dear, bewildered, and awkward

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Grian leaves a very special cloak hanging in the closet of Lounge 3LF specifically for full moon nights. It's black and heavy. Not at all as flamboyant as he'd like, and decorations would certainly make it more fun. The biggest thing that mars the inky blackness is the giant red symbol on the back: a circle with a slash down the center. More red marks, spaced a few centimeters apart, wrap the hems of his sleeves. He's got one on each shoulder too, and it's really not flattering…

… but the stifling, peculiar nature of it is really the whole point. It's a full moon tonight, you know.

Grian wraps it around his shoulders and clicks the silver clasp at the front. The thick cloak is padded (on the off chance anyone nips him with teeth or claws). It's not armor, but he can't use his wings like this. It'd be a massive liability in a fight, but it dulls the color and rustle of his feathers, and it's excellent at diverting the eye of anyone who's out tonight seeking visual or auditory courting cues.

TwoMuchGrian's still fussing with his feathers, scowling in the mirror. Pearl and Jimmy don their black and red cloaks in turn. Martyn, for the first time Grian can remember, struts from the lobby without one. Grian tries not to notice anybody else. He flips up the hood, smothering his hair. He pauses for Two so they can leave together. While waiting, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and almost snorts.

Nah, certainly not flattering… but totally effective. I wouldn't flirt with me either tonight.

The lanterns and copper bulbs that glow inside the multiplayer hub stay fluorescently bright all night long. Defining "night" is difficult in the underground, especially with time zones from around the world all dumped in one small perimeter. The Between dimension keeps chugging along anyway.

As Grian leaves the multiplayer zone, stepping out into the bedrock streets, the clock tower chimes to signal 12k ticks. Out there, above ground, the world's officially bathed in pink and orange sunset lighting. So they say, anyway. Hmm… Grian tips back his head, gripping the hood in both hands. He pulls the fabric downward so it digs against his pores.

He breathes.

New Star Station's bustling tonight. The city population ebbs and flows with account activity at the best (and worst) of times, but for now, chattering voices ripple through the air. Happy, friendly people bounce along wherever they want to go.

Pearl brushes past him then, sending one last I'm sorry grimace with her mouth and eyes. Grian nods back to indicate All good. Each moon phase stretches out for four days in Between, and tonight's the second one in the batch. The pull against his fluffing scarlet feathers is much, much stronger now than it was on Monday. It prickles over every shaft and barb.

Since neither he nor Pearl care for random hook-ups, they usually go out for food together or catch a movie on nights like tonight. It depends what's going on with Hermitcraft. Really, Grian doesn't make a habit of jumping online for projects immediately after an exhausting Life series recording session like this one. He usually gets Pearl's second full moon night- Gem and Impulse hang out with her on the third.

But tonight, Pearl has a refugee at her place… and not exactly someone he's thrilled to go looking for. His last encounter with EthoCam (Sorry… Rhetoric) left a less than pleasant aftertaste behind. At that thought, Grian stares down the dimly lit street, letting his eyes fall halfway shut.

I need to warn SnifferMyFeet not to go near him…

Maybe another time. Maybe when it isn't the full moon. Vex posture and flaunt themselves like mad this time of the month. Sniff might bite, and that's really not something he's in the mood for. There's still server clean-up to do on Hermitcraft. He's been meaning to add a nicer bridge design to the dolphin path. Maybe he'll send Scar a whisper in a bit.

He rocks forward, setting a brisk pace down the street. Blaze powder and slime balls are already mixing into magma cream on the bedrock. Two drifts after him without touching the ground. As much faith as Grian likes to put in the 'Not on the market tonight' cloak designs, it's an extra blanket of reassurance (like a knock to the head) knowing his twin's there to watch his back. Two might split off for some flirting later on, but it's nice of him to walk him home.

His comm buzzes, rattling up his arm like a shockwave. Grian looks down.

TwoMuchGrian: are we going to bigb's?

"… No, not tonight. Just back to our place."

Cheery people flit around on feet and wings. Some dress in 'No' cloaks and chat anyway, just excited to catch up while they have the chance. Some hook their arms around those of friends or acquaintances they've got their eye on for the evening. Strangers, maybe (some of them). No love hearts flicker in the cracks and crevices, but the warm eyes and friendly laughs say just as much.

It's an early courting night. It's posture. It's a show. Expect a few fights to break out tomorrow morning as people settle in and get more cherry-choosey, fussing over the partners they want to keep for the next 100 days. The block turns next Wednesday or Thursday. Scar won't even hunt until a couple nights into the full moon. He says souls taste better when they're satisfied on their post-loving time high, and they put up less of a fight.

Loving time. Sure.

So… What's everybody doing if these were never real hook-ups to begin with? No kisses. No nothing. His digital, programmed peers have no need nor desire to reproduce. All these empty courtship tugs they feel beneath the full moon just lead to… nothing.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

#trafficblr #Grian #GoodTimesWithScar #ZombieCleo #NPC Grian #Dog's Life #ridwriting #apparently art #If you are not writing your flirty bird hybrids feeding people bread with their teeth then what is even the point #Dog's Life art #mcyt #fic announcement #''And how many men before (good anarchy men)...''

[tired-biscuit]

since christmas is approaching, can i request how spending the holidays with our fav boy naruto uzumaki would be like?🥹🍥

ofc!! this was so cute to write, i love him <3

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: naruto uzumaki/fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none. festive nart is extremely wholesome!! // modern AU.

loves spending the holidays with you and your entire family because he couldn’t do it as a child.

not only do your parents love him and thus get him loads of presents to show the love; even your goddamn grandparents spoil him rotten to the core.

if you have a place of your own, say goodbye to a neat christmas tree and stylish decor. this man makes an absolute mess out of your home with all the clashing colours and discoordinated trinkets that he never ceases to order online.

drinks loads of hot chocolate and puts a rather concerning amount of marshmallows in it (i think he’d be a sucker for the pumpkin spice one especially, even if it’s considered a fall drink instead of a winter one.)

matching ugly christmas sweaters are a must (but his lights up because he needs to steal the show, of course.)

gets so drunk with champagne at the holiday party that he becomes besties with your uncle and refuses to leave his side when you tell him it’s time to go home.

adores wearing colourful mittens and knit hats with pom poms on them.

likes taking you on ice skating and sledding dates.

if you go on evening walks, the chances that he’ll start a snowball fight are extremely high.

looks so freaking adorable when his cheeks and the tip of his nose turn bright red because of the cold.

insists on finding a real christmas tree every year instead of a plastic one.

you decorate it together, of course. 

he also loves buying funny bulbs for the tree and placing random stuff on top of it (you had a lightning mcqueen topper because of him one year.)

surprisingly loves receiving socks as a present (especially ones with funky designs.)

kisses you a lot to warm you up.

adores taking cringey holiday photos with you every year and sending them to all of his friends via mail.

stares at christmas lights with eyes as big and fascinated as a cat’s.

attempts to bake cookies and brownies with you, but gives up halfway in and just sticks to licking the batter off the spoon when you scold him because of the chaos he’s causing in the kitchen.

loves cuddling with you and watching cheesy christmas movies whilst eating said cookies and brownies.

you watch the hallmark ones when you’re both tipsy. you laugh so hard that your bellies start to hurt.

opens presents with the excitement of a little kid, no matter how old he gets.

lives for the homey atmosphere christmas brings to your place.

doesn’t attend midnight mass unless your family goes.

if he does end up going to mass, he’s bumping into your side; poking and prodding you the entire time because he quickly grows bored.

sometimes gets this stare of subtle longing when he sees parents taking their kids into toy stores and having fun.

wakes up bright and early despite that he has the chance to sleep in.

can’t stand ‘all i want for christmas is you’.

builds wonky snowmen with you, and then gets sad when they start to melt.

wraps all your presents in minion wrapping paper because he thinks it’s funny.

is surprisingly a good gift giver.

has frequent sugar rushes that tire you the fuck out as you try to tame them.

prefers warm/colourful christmas lights over the cold-tone ones.

insists on assembling gingerbread houses with you, and then pouts when his looks worse than yours.

loves all the presents he gets, but still loves you the most.

#naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto x reader #naruto fluff #naruto uzumaki fluff #naruto imagines #naruto uzumaki #naruto headcanons #naruto x y/n #naruto x you

[splendidlyinlove]

Hearts and Homes

Pairing: O'Knutzy

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Leo is home for Christmas with his boys and his mother has given them the very important job of helping her make Christmas cookies. Something feels different, though.

CW for holiday and food mentions

Thank you to the wonderful @lumosinlove for creating these characters!

Leo's childhood home was warm around this time of year. Warm in the way the incandescent bulbs threw a soft glow across rooms (The LEDS just aren't the same Le), warm from the coastal breeze fluttering through windows, but mostly warm because of preheating ovens. 

His mother had gone all out again this year. Every year since Leo could hold a wooden spoon, Eloise Knut had him mixing cookie dough. The only difference this year was the amount of bakers. 

Finn and Leo bobbed amongst a sea of cookie trays covering kitchen counters. Finn was in the ugliest Christmas sweater one could find, and Logan kept making little disgusted faces every time the blinking Santa Claus on said sweater broke into another verse of Jingle Bells. Though, Lohan did have flour on his face that Finn had yet to mention, so, payback. 

His mother hummed along to the radio as she tossed even more ingredients into the Kitchen Aid. It all felt familiar to Leo; it was home after all, but he couldn't shake a small desire in the back of his mind for snowfall behind the New York City skyline and Canadian cabins up to their eaves in snow. It was an adjustment, to say the least, not a bad one, just one he hadn't been expecting. 

"What's going on in that head of yours, Pumpkin?"

Leo snapped his head up from where he had been staring intently at a sheet of dough rolled out on the counter. 

"It's warm." 

"It is not! It's fifty degrees out; got out my thick socks for today." 

Leo gave his mother a cheeky look. 

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you say that," Finn said. He was on oven duty and strictly oven duty. Logan was allowed to touch the dough under supervision. He was currently attempting to cut little gingerbread men that looked like the three of them. It was cute. It made something settle right behind Leo's sternum. 

"Oh, like you have anything to talk about." Logan poked Finn in the chest with a whisk. 

"I'll have you know, NYC winters–!" 

"So, it's warm." Leo turned back to Eloise as Finn and Logan devolved into increasingly nonsensical bickering. 

"Yeah. It's warm." 

Eloise gave him a look like she already had it all figured out. She probably did. 

"Oh, he's gone all northern on me already. Wistfully dreaming of a white Christmas in the New Orleans sun. The best I have is confetti pumpkin; hope it's enough." 

Leo laughed, and his mother smiled. He was seven years old again, stealing chocolate chips off the counter, laughing when he got caught, his mother laughing too.

They settled into a bout of comfortable silence after that. Something was still niggling at the back of Leo's mind, though. 

"It's just…" 

Eloise looked up, now rolling out her famous peppermint mocha cookie dough. 

"Yes?" 

"This is home." 

"Yes." 

"This has always been my home." 

"...Yes." 

"It's not like it doesn't feel like home this time. It's just that…" 

Eloise looked at him and smiled that knowing smile. 

"What?" 

Eloise shrugged. "Didn't say anything." 

"You're up to something." 

"I am! I'm making cookies!" 

"Mama."

Eloise chuckled. "You're in love, sweetheart." 

"...Okay? But-" 

"Oh, sugar, it's simple. Home isn't really a place. It's just love." She picked up a silver cookie cutter and started pressing out shapes. "So, in that way, New Orleans is home because it's where Dad and I's love for you lives." 

The radio across the kitchen slowly faded to the next song. 

I'll be home for Christmas…

"A home, by the way, that you will continue to visit periodically til the end of time. I'll create new holidays to celebrate if I have to-"

"Of course, I'll always come back, Mama." 

Eloise patted his cheek with a floury hand. "Anyways, but New Orleans isn't the only place where love for you lives anymore, is it?" She tilted her head towards where Logan was taking pictures of Finn attempting to balance spoons on his nose. 

"And the people that hold that love for you, bless their heart, love the cold and snow. And so, home now isn't just the New Orleans sun. It's a little colder." 

Leo could almost feel things finally slot into place in his mind. They had always been there, the strings that tugged his heart North, South, and East. He had always thought one direction would win out, but he was wrong. They enabled his heart to stretch farther across state lines and biomes, rivers and lakes, cities and farms. Home had just gotten bigger, stretching out its limbs, settling into the comfort of having more room to breathe. 

Leo held back a few wayward tears that threatened to well up.

"I miss thirty-degree weather," he said with shock and awe. 

Eloise shook her head. "Lord, help us." 

Leo laughed at the same time a telltale Ding! sounded from the oven. 

"The cookies!" Finn yelped before putting on comically large oven mitts and racing towards the oven. He took out a tray of sugar cookies and started to place them on the wire racks. Logan wandered over to where Leo was working and rested his head on Leo's shoulder. 

"What are we talking about?" 

"The cold." 

"Oh! We should absolutely ask Noelle if she'd be up to trade weeks for the family cabin next month. Maybe we could go ice fishing." 

Leo looked at his mother.

"Don't look at me, you picked him." 

Leo trembled with barely contained laughter.

"Quoi? It will be fun, Soleil, I promise." 

Finn walked over, making little Ah! Ooh! noises as he gently tossed a cookie back and forth between both hands. 

"Here, Le, taste. We need to know if it's Knapproved." 

Leo leaned forward and took a bite out of the same sugar cookie his mother had been baking since he could talk, but it tasted a little different this time. 

It still tasted like boat rides and summer heat, but it also tasted like peppermint tea and long drives. It tasted like sleepy mornings and playoff wins and bookshops. It tasted like something impossible. It tasted like the simplest thing on Earth. 

Even though Leo's love stretched across country borders, it somehow managed to all fit in that small kitchen then, tucked into the corners and squeaky cabinets. 

"It's good."

#lumosinlove #fanfic #fluff #boys in love #o'knutzy #coast to coast fanfic #coast to coast #sweater weather fanfic #sweater weather #vaincre fanfic #vaincre #leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #eloise knut #christmas #christmas cookies #baking #domestic fluff #slice of life #fanfiction #original fanfiction

[hjpslytherclaw]

Christmas With You | Harry Potter

Harry Potter x fem!reader

Summary! In which Harry Potter decides to give his girl the best Christmas she could ever have.

Set after they graduate from Hogwarts, Harry being adorable, no warnings just pure Christmas time fluff.

Harry Potter was on a mission this December.

Give Y/N L/N the best Christmas ever.

Harry and Y/N had spent Christmases together before, at Hogwarts in the Gryffindor common room, Grimmauld place, and now for the first time they're celebrating in the brand new apartment they had bought together.

And he wanted it to be the most memorable Christmas for her yet.

Harry knew Y/N better than anyone else, there was no doubt but when it came to present hunting, he was at a hault.

It seemed as though all recollection of what she had wanted in the past had disappeared from his memory.

He stopped at every shop he could think of hoping it'd spark a memory and give him some insight, but none of that had come.

So he put the present hunting on pause and went to the next stage of his plan.

Decorations.

He went to every shop in London, grabbing every garland, wreath, fake snowman, and small plastic tree he could get his hands on.

While Y/N was away at work on December first, he put all of the decorations up, tightening every light bulb, fixing every loose strand, making sure the star on top of the tree was aligned perfectly, he stood back as he put the finishing touches.

It was as beautiful as she was, as perfect as he had envisioned it.

Y/N had greeted him later that night with a smile bright enough to shun out the sun, it brought a familiar warmth to Harry's heart. But he wasn't done just yet.

Throughout the following weeks leading up to the notable holiday, Y/N came home many nights to see Harry standing over the oven, with a welcoming smile, calling her over to smell the treats he had cooked up for her.

And Y/N never stopped being surprised when he came up with something new for her to try, sugar cookies to bundt cakes, brownies to gingerbread houses. Y/N adored Harry and how he truly went out of his way.

And on Christmas day it seemed Harry's efforts had paid off.

"Merry Christmas my love," Harry had smiled on Christmas morning as Y/N had shuffled awake next to him.

"Merry Christmas Harry," Y/N spoke, still tired but returning a smile just as bright.

Harry didn't waste a second to pull her into his embrace and connect his lips with hers.

Y/N was taken back for a moment by his sudden movement but smiled into the kiss nonetheless, it was perfect. Waking up on Christmas morning, the barely noticeable sun seeping into the room through the snowy window, laying next to the perfect boy.

Y/N didn't think there was anything better than that.

Harry reluctantly retracted his lips from hers and walked with Y/N downstairs, he didn't want any more time to pass.

Y/N had been stunned when she had walked into the living room of their apartment.

On the wall was a white screen, a projector, a wall that had been covered in moving memories that seemed to have been taken out of someones mind and plastered across the wall.

Y/N was on the verge of tears seeing the years pass by before her own eyes, from Harry and Y/N's first meeting, first day, their shenanigans throughout the years, their first kiss, first I love you, first Christmas together, her life with Harry stood before the pair, showing exactly how far they had come from being timid eleven year old's.

Y/N turned around and engulfed Harry in the biggest hug he felt he had ever received, wrapped in a loving warmth that he never wanted to stop feeling.

"I take it you like it," Harry questioned happily, as he smiled into her hair.

"I love it Harry," Y/N replied swiftly, a grin seemingly sewn across her face. She looked up from Harry's chest, where she had buried herself, "I love you Harry, thank you for the best Christmas ever."

"I love you more, love." Harry had returned, the day had just started and his mission had been accomplished.

What the rest of the day was a mystery to Y/N, whatever Harry had in store for her would be worth a lifetime of memories, but none of these material things had mattered.

All Y/N ever needed to have a perfect Christmas was a warm fire place, a blanket or two and the man she loved oh so much.

Harry Potter was the perfect Christmas.

He was all she ever needed.

And that was more then enough.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry james potter fluff #harry james potter imagine #hjpslytherclaw #harry james potter #harry potter oneshot

[btsficsandsuch]

Here’s my first one! I promise to try and get better as I go, especially on the formatting.

Also I know it’s nowhere near Christmas, but I’ve been sitting on this idea for a while.

Gingerbread and Ornaments

It was your favorite time of the year. Christmas music was softly playing in the house, the scent of ginger and cinnamon filled the air from the fresh baked gingerbread cookies that were cooling on the kitchen table, your favorite Christmas movie was playing on the tv.

You and your boyfriend Yoongi were putting the finishing touches on the Christmas tree. While it wasn’t Yoongi’s favorite activity he knew how much you loved it so every year he obliged while pretending to be miserable, but secretly loving to see how excited you were.

However, this year he had something extra special planned. Yoongi knew you had a very special way of decorating the tree. Every ornament had a specific place. The sentimental ones always went on the front of the tree while the rest were sprinkled around the sides and back. His job was to hand you the ornament and you’d turn around and gently place it in its designated spot. The tree was near completion when he let you know there was one more ornament left. Taking the ball from him, you turned around to find the perfect place on the tree. While inspecting the ornament in your hands you realized that you didn’t recognize it. The bulb was painted red with just a touch of glitter. You turned it over to the other side noticing the lettering hand painted in gold. It took a moment to register as you read the words out loud to yourself, “Y/N will you marry me?” Confused you turned back around and you were met with Yoongi already down on one knee holding a little black box, gummy smile on full display. He opened the box to show you the ring he had spent the last 6 months thoughtfully designing. “Y/N you are my everything. I never thought I could love someone the way I love you, but I do. I mean, who else could get me to spend my one day off during the week hanging up Christmas decorations.” You couldn’t help but chuckle as he continued, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you please marry me?”

Standing there in shock you were having trouble finding the words. Finally you snapped yourself out of it and walked towards Yoongi while managing to whisper a choked yes encouraging him to wrap you in a big hug before slipping the ring on your finger. After a few moments in his embrace you wiped away the happy tears and took the new ornament so that it could claim its spot front and center on the tree.

#bts #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts suga #yoongi x reader #bts fluff #yoongi fluff #bts fanfic #bts imagines

[good-night-doll]

Tis the season~

•Part 1–Baking

: As the Christmas season creeps around the corner, you can't help but want to show your girlfriend all the different activities there are to the season other than decapitating the jolly fat man.

Word count: 934

Warnings: None

Tis the time of year to indulge yourself in the kitchen, wisking up beautiful delights, handmade with much love and care. The familiar aroma of wafted cinnamon and spice, and all things nice roam the air freely- greedily attacking and capturing my senses. The inclusion of ginger and nutmeg, whiskey-soaked cherries and nuts with the siding of delicious eggnog had made all the difference. 

We create such an immersive atmosphere with the help of spice and citrus. It's almost like a ritual, committed only truly at this time of year for it's the most purposeful. Warm delights and full bites would fill our stomachs at once. 

My idea of baking was rolling and shaping cookie dough made from scratch into festive cutouts of trees, stars and obviously the iconic gingerbread man. We'd listen to festive music while they bake in the oven at 350° for that golden, rich structure. Then swiftly move on to icing the cookies with all sorts of colours and shades!

Batch after batch is what I initially had in mind for me and my girlfriend to accomplish by the end of the day- but with the course of fun taking a snippet of our attention- we ran off on a tangent of messing up everything.

Looking at my hands now, I blink. A thick, hefty, soggy slab of raw cookie dough had etched itself onto my hands- taking up the needed limbs as it webbed the confines of a shackle to ensure I was prisoner to its grasp.

I feel hopeless now as I look to Wednesday for support. Her gloomy face hadn't softened in a small while, her eyebrows still hung low like a sour judgement and eyes still playing games of apathy and empathy with me. It's impossible to distinguish what's going on in her haunted head. But I still can't help but feel weak in the knees for her.

"I think I need more flour…" I trail off, gulping lightly as I slowly separate the dough from my fingers.

"Maybe" Wednesday says, looking over my shoulder like a rainy cloud of odd fortune.

With a shake of my head, I pick up the bowl of pink flour and sprinkle some over the counter top. Some parts spark off of eachother, causing a few stray specs of flour to fly around the air a second longer.

The white countertop is now stained a bubblegum pink as I flop the dough onto the small mountain of flour- kneading the dough carefully.

Unknowingly, my eyes dribble across the sight of glass bowls littered around the kitchen- each filled with a different ingredient or variation of an ingredient. Tubs of sweets and sprinkles reside at the back of the counters- near the charging ports. And even thick, unopened tubes of icing stand tall with their festive pride.

As I come to a stop in my kneading, I notice Wednesday washing her hands behind me on the kitchen island. The sound of the water rinsing me of most thoughts as I turn to watch, thinking of a possible way to have her crack, even if it is just a tiny smile. I just need something to spruce up the holiday activity other than the misfortune of me overdosing the dough enough for it to become meshy. 

A figurative red and green light bulb flickers above my head, a playful grin quickly darkening my face as I grab a cheeky handful of the now weaponised blue flour we have. And just in time for Wednesday to turn the tap off and dry her hands on a close by cloth, I throw the ingredient far above our heads.

It takes a second before the sight of the frosty blue flour graciously greets us, and hearing Wednesday gasp at the sight certainly has me feeling somewhat dignified.

She turns to me, eyes wide and mouth now sewn shut as it looks like a winterfest has embraced us in a warm hug of welcoming festive spirit. It looks like it's snowing, albeit we're inside, and it's absolutely eye-catching. 

My heart skips a beat at the sight of her though.

The bridge of her perfectly shaped nose now functions as if it were a ski slope with the way the flour desperately hugs her skin. Her ravenette hair is dusted in a rich layer of sparkling sky and her black apron is now a scatter diagram as parts of my handful drag down it in a soft float.

I smile widely to her as she just stares back with that same stoic look she upholds like it's her reputation- like it's her duty to do so. "What was that for?" She mumbles, eyes dropping to the floor as I reach above my head and flick some of the powder off.

"You didn't like it?" I laugh gently as she rolls her eyes, pulling a bowl of the pink flour close to her side.

"Did I?" She takes a handful and too throws it up into the air, looking up as it drifts down upon us with a gentle ease. Parts of the pink flour intermixes with parts of the blue, creating a contrast and contest between the two distinctive colours that lay my counters to sleep.

The splash of colour livens up the area. The glow being that of our playful intentions and Wednesday's curiosity. The strawberry and blueberry look having been enough to prim the area into a majestic unicorn playpen for toddlers.

The pink powder gets caught in Wednesday's eyelashes as she looks back down, a small smirk praying at the corner of her lips. "I think it was… peculiar" 

#Wednesday Addams #Wednesday x reader #Wednesday #christmas time #christmas baking #imagine #wednesday x fem!reader #Wednesday imagine

[auroracalisto]

ugly christmas sweaters

platonic!top gun crew x gn!reader, 337 words tw: christmas a/n: i love ugly christmas sweaters. don't at me on this.

"Merry Christmas!"

Your voice was loud and jovial as you welcomed in your party guests, smiling all the while. You wore the ugliest Christmas sweater you could find, fit with a light-up necklace with Christmas bulbs and bright red socks to match.

Hangman grumbled something under his breath, wondering why he agreed to even come. He had been forced into a striped sweater, courtesy of your incessant begging. Drunk Santa was stitched into the front, pulling a giggle from you. He held a small gift bag in his right hand, his left hand balled into a fist.

Bob came in after, followed by Phoenix. The two chose to wear similar sweaters—the only difference was that Bob's was bright green and Phoenix's was bright red. A reindeer with a big red, glowing nose glared at anyone who would look. Both of them held a wrapped gift—Bob's was wrapped neatly while Phoenix's was wrapped haphazardly.

Rooster came in right after, a bright grin on his face. He seemed far more excited than the rest of them. He wore a bright green sweater, with a gingerbread man at the bottom. In bold lettering read, 'Not the gumdrop buttons!' He held the biggest gift.

The others would come later, still caught up at the base. Maverick was already there, his arms crossed over his chest. He was in the same boat as Hangman—how he ended up here, he would never know. His sweater, however, was the worst one. It was bright red—so bright to the point it almost hurt to look at. Reflective material sat right in the middle—a mirror. Whoever looked into it would see themselves.

"You all look amazing," you said, excitement settling deep within your bones. "Food's in the kitchen! Booze is in the fridge. And Secret Santa gifts go over by the tree," you said. "Payback brought his earlier, so just put it somewhere near his."

Maverick looked from sweater to sweater, sighing.

This was going to be a long, itchy night.

#christmas #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun bob #top gun hangman #top gun payback #top gun movie #top gun 2022 #top gun phoenix #top gun rooster #platonic!top gun x reader #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #top gun imagine #top gun fanfic #christmas fanfic

[dilf-din]

Safe Place to Land: Part 3

—A Frankie Morales Series—

WC: 2400

Warnings: language, talk of loss

Rating: T

Chapter 2 // Chapter 4

December 2004

One perk of his special forces training was that he was home the whole stretch from thanksgiving to new years. Since everything with the funeral happened a few days before he was supposed to leave anyway, and his commanding officer was eager to get home to his wife and kids, he allowed Frankie to leave early. You didn’t expect special treatment or favors like that to be a regular part of your experience being with someone in the military, but right now, you were endlessly grateful to have him next to you for that extra bit of time.

Thanksgiving was hard and Christmas would be harder. Since your mom was in a bad accident that claimed a lot of her back mobility, you had been in charge of wrapping all the presents in the house since middle school. So every Christmas Eve, your dad would sneak out to get you a surprise to unwrap. He would tuck it towards the back of the tree so you didn’t see it until the end. It was never anything extravagant, you didn’t need those kinds of things anyway, but that was one hole in your heart that was extra tender as you found yourself untangling a web of lights for Frankie to hang on your tree that year. He humored you by donning the Santa hat you usually wore all throughout December. His curls starting to peek out under the cap since he was free to let his hair grow during his off time.

The Grinch was playing on the tv mounted over the fireplace and you two were working diligently in the corner where an arm chair had been moved to the opposite end of the room to make space for the tree. A gingerbread candle burned on the table by the front door. There was even snow piling up along the street muffling everything outside with a reverence that only came during winter, but you couldn’t feel less in the holiday spirit. And that was okay. No one expected for you to.

“Babe?” Frankie’s voice cut through your thoughts and you realized you had gotten lost watching the snowfall out the window.

“Sorry what?” you blinked bringing your focus back to him.

“I said we’re gonna need one more strand, are you okay? Do you want to take a break?” he asked stepping down from the small stool he had been using to reach the top. His hand finding your cheek, deep brown eyes under tightly knit brows. He saw through all of your defenses. You wouldn’t have made it through the past month without him.

“No I’m okay, I like doing this,” you said genuinely turning to pull the next jumble of lights out of the box. You sighed, “Every year we take these down carefully and then they spend the next eleven months becoming spaghetti,” you tutted searching for the end to continue fishing him the white bulbs.

That night, his roommates Skyped him. You had become fond of the boys always roughhousing in the background. Will and Benny were brothers, and they called from their mom’s house where they would be spending the holiday. Will, a few years older and more stoic than his rambunctious sibling. It was like watching an old golden retriever with a new puppy tugging at his ears.

“Couldn’t stay away from me,” Frankie grinned answering the call. You sat perched on the arm of the chair beside him smiling at the two blonde boys on the screen.

“I’m so lonely without someone to cuddle me at night,” Benny whined causing Will to crack a smile.

“Hey I get him for holidays, you get him the rest of the year,” you teased about your custody arrangement.

“How ya hanging in there, honey?” Will asked, fully aware of what had called Frankie home early.

“I’m okay, it’s just,” you paused, “Weird. I knew it was coming, but it still doesn’t feel real sometimes,” you admitted. Frankie’s arm snakes around your waist and squeezed your hip.

“What are you boys getting into?” you asked.

“We just helped mom bake cookies!” Benny grinned.

“You probably ate more than made it into the oven,” Frankie mused with a grin on his face.

“Yeah well she doesn’t get to see us often so she didn’t mind,” he rattled on.

The conversation was mostly driven by Benny who excused himself after about 30 minutes to go shower.

Will was a few years older than the others, he had been serving in the special forces for about two years. He was kind, but quiet, thoughtful. He didn’t speak without carefully considering his words first. You left Frankie to have a few minutes with him while you straightened up your own kitchen.

You heard them talking quietly as you scrubbed the pan down from the remnants of your dinner. Your mom was working overtime in the small cafe office to try to close out the books for the end of the year, so it was just you and Frankie most nights. She had told you to not bother with the tree this year, and that’s how you knew she needed it. So you spent the afternoon decorating. Her little snowman collection lined the mantle. Frankie had hung extra lights along the top of the kitchen cabinets so it glowed peacefully when the rest of the lights were off. You even hung small ornaments from her plants that stood or draped in every corner of the house. It started out as all for her, but seeing the familiar items out, soaking in all the memories, it thawed a part of your heart out you weren’t quite sure still functioned.

You stood watching the snow fall out of the alcove the kitchen table was nestled in. The moon shone off of the clean slate of the ground, painting earthbound constellations that twinkled brilliantly. You felt Frankie’s arms slip around your waist as his lips pressed a kiss to the skin between your neck and your shoulder. “Penny for your thoughts, hermosa?” he mumbled, his mouth still buried in that patch of you not covered by your sweatshirt.

You signed and turned to hop up on the end of the counter, his hands resting on your waist drawing slow lines up and down your hip bones. “I dunno, I was just thinking about how beautiful it looks out there, and then I started feeling guilty about not being crippled by sadness for a second, but I know he wouldn’t have wanted me to stop living” you mused, your hands fiddling with the buttons of his Henley. “He really liked you, you know?” you continued, allowing your eyes to travel up his torso, admiring the broad expanse of his shoulders, the way the sleeves of his shirt hugged his biceps. His eyes met yours and he gave a small smile, “And you were his world, hermosa,” he whispered.

His mind traveled back to March of that year. He was sitting on your couch waiting for you to come downstairs. You were headed to go see a movie. His friends that worked at the theater still gave him free passes, this weekend they were for Fifty First Dates. Your dad muted the golf game he had on and turned to Frankie. “Are you serious about my girl, Morales?” he asked. Frankie straightened his posture and turned to face him, “Absolutely, sir.” Your dad smiled softly, he wanted him to know he wasn’t trying to intimidate. The cancer had taken what was left of his hair recently, so he had a beanie you had made him pulled over his ears to keep him warm. “She’s crazy about you, you know? She walks different, talks different,” he smiled at the ground.

“I’m crazy about her,” he hesitated, “I’ve loved your daughter for a long time.”

Your dad blinked back tears, his voice faltering, “Promise me you’ll look after her,” he pleaded. Frankie’s heart lurched in his chest, “As long as she’ll let me, sir.” he replied solemnly. Your dad reached over to pat his hand, giving it a squeeze. “You’re a good man, Morales,” he turned the volume to his golf game back on as Frankie tried to level his emotions before hearing your footsteps coming down the stairs.

“You okay?” you questioned, noticing his demeanor was a little off. He opened his mouth to speak but your dad interjected, “Yeah, I just told him I’d kick his ass if he tried anything with you.” You chuckled before pressing a kiss to his cheek, “You get ONE intimidating conversation, so I hope it was worth it,” you joked pulling your chucks on. “It was,” he said with a wink to Frankie that you never saw.

“Hey,” your voice pulled him back to the present, “Where’d you go?”

He smiled and shook his head, “Nowhere, amor, I’m right here, and thankful as hell to be,” he pressed his forehead to yours. You angled your head up to press a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled into it and laced his arms around you, pulling you flush to his chest. One hand flat against the expanse of your back, the other squeezing your ass. Your legs wrapped around his waist, you reached up to pull the Santa hat off. One of your hands found purchase in the short waves, the other cupping his neck. He pulled away from your lips to slowly drag them up your neck, knowing the way you liked the feel of his beard on your skin. You shuddered, a quiet, “Baby,” escaped your lips before you both jumped at the sound of the garage door rumbling. He quickly pulled himself away from you fumbling for the hat again. Pink creeping up his cheeks, “Sorry.” “Don’t be,” you smiled, pulling one of his hands to rest in between yours.

“Surprise!” you both exclaimed holding your hands out in an exaggerated fashion when your mom walked in bundled in her warmest winter wear. She took in the sight of the house, breathed deep the scent from the candle. “You guys, this is really nice,” she sighed. “You’re gonna have to come back to get all these lights down,” she joked at Frankie. “I’ll tell them it’s an emergency,” he laughed. You leaned against his chest and he wrapped an arm around your waist pressing a kiss to your forehead.

December 24, 2004

Your family’s tradition once you were a little older was to open presents Christmas Eve night and sleep in on Christmas morning. It was usually just you and your parents, so having Frankie there as a third was more comforting than you could admit.

You exchanged a small pile of presents and played a game of scrabble while drinking hot cocoa.

“I still don’t think that’s a word,” Frankie grumbled clearing the tiles back into the bag.

“The scrabble dictionary and the triple word score don’t lie,” you said with your hands up defensively. Your mom had excused herself for a second and came back holding a small gift in her hands. It was wrapped beautifully.

Your heart fell into your stomach. “Is that from dad?” you asked quietly. “For you,” she whispered handing the box to you. You looked at the tag that read in neat cursive “to my angel, love always, dad.”

“He went to get it this summer and made me promise to give it to you,” explained your mother, taking her place on the couch again. “And this is for you,” she said handing an even smaller box to a now speechless Frankie.

You opened it carefully, not wanting to mess up the neat bow or perfectly folded paper, relishing the fact that his hands had touched them. They peeled away to reveal a small black box. You popped off the lid and inside sat a simple silver bracelet with a single charm. The bracelet itself was dainty and round, off of it hung a silver heart with a single diamond in the top right corner. There was a small note folded inside that read, “For all the Christmases I’ll miss, let this remind you that my love will be with you always. —Dad.”

Your eyes welled with tears as you slipped it over your wrist turning to see Frankie. He was holding a small box in one hand reading a note in the other. He popped open the box to see your grandmother’s engagement ring. You recounted all the times you admired it as a child, its classic but beautiful design of one larger stone in the middle offset by three smaller ones on each side.

You placed your hand on his arm and he tilted the note for you to scan. “To my future son in law, for whenever the time is right. Love always, Jack.” A tear strayed down his cheek as he tried to keep his composure. All three of you sat in a mutual silence except for the occasional sniffle. “Well, I’m gonna hit the hay,” your mom said softly leaning forward to place a kiss on your temple. “Merry Christmas Frankie,” she breathed pulling him into a tight hug before ascending the staircase. She had never been one for emotional moments. You knew how to read her, but she definitely wasn’t a heart-on-your-sleeve type.

“That’s pretty,” he said taking your hand in his to admire the bracelet.

“Do you need to head home?” you asked glancing at the clock nearing ten.

“I’ve got a few hours, princesa,” he smiled leaning back on the couch, his arm draped over the top as an invitation to sink into his warmth, one you would never pass up. You sank into his side fiddling with the charm on your bracelet while he picked the ring up out of the box to look at it more closely.

“I’d marry you tomorrow,” he said quietly, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. “I know my love,” you whispered back.

“One day,” he promised linking his pinky with yours.

“One day,” you repeated back.

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[mostlymarvelsstuff]

To Call You Mine

Chapter 9

Authors note: Christmas Special!!! 🎄

Warnings: none, all fluff!

Word count: 4332   Nat Masterlist   Marvel Masterlist   TCYM Masterlist

 It's been a few months since Natasha and Dima had moved in with you, and it didn’t take long for them to become fully settled into the new space. And now that it's the holiday season, that really shows. You never really went all out with your decor, other than the tree of course. The most you did before was a wreath on the outside of your front door with some lights on the front bushes. Which is still all that adorns the outside, but inside was absolutely brimming with holiday cheer.

   Lights and garland are wrapped around your staircase bannister, while even more garland and lights adorn your mantle. Above the fireplace hang three lovely stockings for each of you. Yours and Nats are from childhood, while Dimas is brand new. A few candles which smell of cinnamon are placed around the living space, they are an absolute favorite of your mates. The towels and oven mitts in the kitchen have been changed from their normal ones to cute red and green plaid ones with small gingerbread men amongst the design. And on the coffee table there are three small cat statues, each dressed as a stereotypical Christmas figure. There was a nutcracker, a reindeer and of course Santa. They were a not so subtle hint from your Omega to remind you of the cat she longs for no doubt. 

   In the corner of your living room is your freshly cut tree, it fills your house with the pine scent, which you've found is an easy way to make your Omega happy. The three of you had gone to the tree farm on the very first day of December. Nat held a very bundled up Dima close to her as you walked around to find the perfect one. Once she found one she liked and excitedly pointed to it, you went and grabbed an ax. In a few swings you found yourself sweating so you shrugged your jacket off to continue, much to Natashas excitement. 

   You were too busy chopping to notice her give a death glare in the direction of an Omega that stared at your muscular form too long for her liking. The way they quickly scurried away after getting caught in her stare made her chest puff out in pride. You were her Alpha, and she would be sure everyone knew it. Once the tree was downed you hauled it to the car with ease and made quick work of strapping it to the roof of the car. Once home, the two of you intend to spend the rest of the day decorating your tree. 

   Dima played in his bouncer nearby as you and Nat wrapped the beautiful colored lights around the branches before placing each shiny ornament on with care. There were a few ornaments that were special compared to the others though. First there was one that Natasha had hung with pride, a small silver circle that read ‘Dimas First Christmas’ along with a handprint from when he was a newborn pup. You made sure to snap a picture of her placing it on the tree. Next had been one you stumbled upon when she had asked you to hand her another bulb from her box. It was a small frame shaped like a wreath, and in it was a picture of you and Nat back in highschool. Seeing it had truly warmed your heart, it was a favorite memory of hers, and yours. Your Omega explained how she had to keep it hidden from Bruce in order to keep it safe. You were glad she had.

   The last piece of festive decor that Nat decided to put up was mistletoe, and she nearly put it everywhere she could. It was adorable really, how she would rush to her feet any time you happened to be under some. It never failed to make you laugh, but you always indulged her with a kiss. Or two even.

   Finally, the night of Christmas Eve was upon you. Outside snow silently flutters down to the ground, further covering it along with trees and houses in a soft blanket of white. The lights on your front bushes shine magnificently through the layer of fluff, causing a cozy vibe to befall your entryway. Upstairs Dima sleeps peacefully in his nest, snug in his insulated fleece onesie with plenty of his blankets to keep him warm as he cuddles with his stuffies.

   Back downstairs in the master bedroom, you and your Omega lay cuddled together. Though asleep your arms still wrap themselves around her protectively, and this has her subconsciously shuffling impossibly closer. Her legs tangle with yours as you both sleep soundly under all her fluffy blankets. She was determined not to let herself or her beloved mate get too cold, even though that technically wasn’t even possible when you had the heat on. But you admired her care nonetheless. 

   You wake up as the early morning sunlight just begins to shine through the tops of the trees and slots in the blinds. A soft smile spreads across your face as you look down at your Omega. Her hair is a tousled mess and a bit drool is dripping from the corner of her mouth, but she's still absolutely stunning to you. Unfortunately you do have a few loose ends to tie up on with some gifts.

   “Natty” you try gently shaking her awake to no avail, “Natty baby”

   Her brows furrow as she grumbles, “Too early…go back to sleep..”

   “But it's Christmas. And I still have to pick up a few things, remember?”

   “Mhmm.” she grumbles, ignoring you to bury her face against your chest. Your laugh jolts her awake however, and she lifts her head up to glare at you, “

  “I’m sorry detka(baby). You're welcome to stay in bed until I return, ok?”

   Reluctantly she removes herself from you, and watches as you stand, “Be careful out there, printsessa(princess). The roads might be bad.”

   You lean down to kiss her, “I will be. I’ll be back within the hour. Two hours at the latest if the roads are bad.”

   She nods, “I love you, Alpha”

   “Love you too, Omega”

   She falls asleep soon after that, missing the kiss you plant on her forehead before you leave. She's awoken about half an hour later by Dimas cries through the baby monitor. She gets up and puts her Christmas themed robe on before ascending the stairs.

   “Shh malen'kiy(little one). Mamas here, I’ve got you” she coos as she picks him up. He calms down immediately and she smiles at his still sleepy expression, “You are so much like me, my sweet boy”

   She sits down in the rocking chair Wanda had gifted her and gets ready to let him suckle. He latches on and sighs happily before he begins to get his breakfast. She gently rocks him, planning on letting him eat until he's content. Eventually he lets go of her nipple and she burps him before changing his diaper. 

   She quickly redresses him in his Christmas onesie, “Merry Christmas honey” she tells him, kissing his forehead before bringing him downstairs

   She gets him set up in his highchair, and as soon as she hands him a small bowl of cut up fruit she hears your car pull into the garage. After a few minutes you enter through the door and greet your mate with a smile. She smiles back and quickly rushes over to you, stopping you beneath the mistletoe.

   “Merry Christmas moya lyubov'(my love)” she whispers before pressing her lips against yours

   You kiss her back, wrapping the arm that isn’t holding bags around her waist to pull her closer against you. Your kiss doesn’t last long as it's interrupted by your pup. 

   He starts to squeal excitedly and you can’t help but smile against your mates lips, “Sounds like someones excited for presents”

   She chuckles, “I think he's just excited for you, Alpha.”

   You beam at her admission and quickly make your way over to him. As soon as you're in front of him he begins to bounce up and down, clapping happily, “Ma ma!!”

   “Hi buddy!!” you exclaim, setting the bags down so you can pick him up

   Natasha smiles at the happy look that overtakes both your faces before her thoughts drift back to whatever you had to go out for, “Did you get everything you needed?”

   Your mind wanders to the secret mission you’d gone on, for the surprise that now waits hidden in the garage, “Yeah, no problems at all and thankfully the roads were clear and the crowds were thin.”

   “Good.” she nods, “I’m going to go get dressed before Yelena shows up, see if you can get him to finish his fruit please.”

   “Of course” 

   As your mate heads to the bedroom you place your pup back into his highchair. He eats a few more pieces by himself before his attention is fully on you. You sigh before picking up a piece and make all the silly sounds and movements with it you can think of to get him to eat it. Thankfully this plan works and he finishes just as Natasha re-emerges. 

   She's in a pair of leggings that accentuate her curves perfectly, and her sweater with Rudolplph on it is about two sizes too big. The outfit perfectly showcases her ability to be adorable and sexy at the same time, an ability you first picked up on in highschool. 

   “You look great Natty”

   A slight blush covers her face, she still gets so flustered by your compliments, “Thank you baby”

   The two of you are brought out of your little bubble when the doorbell rings, an excited bark on the other side lets you know who it is and your Omega scurries to open it for her sister. As soon as the door opens Fanny struts in. She walks right past Nat to head to her favorite person, Dima. You pick him up once more and walk into the living room. Fanny greets you with a wagging tail as Yelena pulls her older sister into a hug.

   “Merry Christmas, bol'shaya sestra(big sister)”

   Natasha smiles, “Merry Christmas, mladshaya sestra(little sister)”

   The blonde walks further into the house and smiles wide as she finds you, Dima and Fanny on the living room couch. She pats her beloved dog on the head before taking her nephew from your outstretched hands.

   “Hello my amazing little nephew!” she coos, proceeding to squeeze him in a hug only an Aunt would be capable of giving. He giggles at her cheerful tone and wraps his little arms around her just as tightly, “Merry Christmas malen'kiy(little one)”

   Your Omega joins you both, and easily takes Dima from her sister's hold so you can greet her. You quickly stand and hug the Beta, who lets out a small ‘oomph’ at the power of your embrace.

   “Merry Christmas Lena”

   She smiles, glad to finally have you as part of the family, “Merry Christmas Y/n”

   Natasha watches on with happiness blooming in her chest. She has always enjoyed this time of year. The lights, the snow, the warm glow from a fireplace, the foods and time spent with Yelena watching old Christmas movies. But this year is different. Now she has a son and a mate to share traditions with and make memories with and that has her overjoyed, something her sister can easily pick up on as she sees the way the redhead smiles.

    “You didn’t make breakfast without me, right?” Yelena asks, eagerly looking at her sister

   She shakes her head, “Of course not. I have’t told Y/n what our tradition is, so she’ll stay out here with Dima and Fanny while you and I make it.”

   The blonde nods before quickly making her way to the kitchen, not even sparing you or her nephew a second glance, and Fanny of course follows her. Natasha places Dima in his bouncer beside you before placing a quick kiss on your cheek, thinking that would be enough before attempting to follow her sister but your arms loop around her waist and stop her in her tracks.

   “Baby!” she laughs in surprise as you bring her into your lap, “I have to go help Yelena”

   You tighten your hold on her, “Not until I get a real kiss”

   She laughs again, but nods in agreement, “Of course moya lyubov'(my love)”

   Your grip loosens, allowing her to turn to face you and her hands softly cup your cheeks before her lips meet yours. You hum approvingly and pull her closer by her hips, not missing the way she whimpers at your touch. You’d gladly spend the rest of your morning like this if you could, but your peace is all too quickly interrupted. 

   “Sestra(sister)! Stop sucking your Alphas face and get out here! Do not make me send Fanny in there!!”

   Your Omega groans at being called out by your actions and you laugh at her expression, “Go on Natty, go spend time with Lena. We’ll be here.”

   She quickly does just that, practically sprinting to the kitchen in excitement leaving you with your pup. He looks at you with wide eyes before looking back to the tree and you smile as you loving ruffle his hair, “Merry Christmas honey”

   It doesn’t take long for the sisters to have breakfast prepared, and while the smell alone is enough to tell you what they've prepared you don’t spoil their fun or happiness by commenting on it.

   “Alright Y/n, bring my favorite nephew out here and come eat!” 

   You chuckle as you pick up your son, “Lena, he's your only nephew.”

   “Which is why he's my favorite” she responds, setting your plate or french toast and eggs down at the table with a smile before she and Nat take their seats as well

    The three of you eat in a peaceful silence, each too hungry and excited for the following activities to prolong breakfast by having a conversation. Once everyone is finished you hand your pup to his Aunt before taking everyone's dishes to the kitchen and cleaning up a bit.

   “Come on Alpha! It’s time for presents!”

   The movie White Christmas plays on a low volume in the background as your family opens their gifts. Dima had gotten a wide variety of things. From Santa he received: Three new outfits, two new books on dinosaurs and a new book on animals, a plush Elmo, a large tub of 240 crayons with four coloring books, and a set of figures from Bluey. From his Deda and Baba, in a large box from Russia he was sent: an adorable pair of Sesame Street overalls, a set of dinosaur figures, and a plush piggy.

    Auntie Wan and Uncle Vis gifted him: A giant plush tiger to cuddle in his nest along with wooden alphabet blocks to help him start learning. And from Uncle Clint and Auntie Laura he was sent: an adorable set of knitted mittens with matching scarf and some bath toys of various fish.

   From Natasha he had gotten: a small slide for the backyard, a ball, a farm playset with figures, a book that made animal noises to help him learn them, a rubber duckie, and a shirt with Winnie the Pooh on it. While from you he received: A plush stegosaurus, a large container of bubble soap with different sized bubble wands, a set of Winnie the Pooh figures, a small Mickey Mouse table and chairs, and little beanie with the Batman logo on it.

   And now it was time to open his gifts from Auntie Lena. She beams as she hands him a small  wrapped bundle. Just as he had done with everything else he eagerly tears apart the paper and then squeals happily as he sees the new Bluey plush in his hands. As if to show his appreciation he hugs the stuffie tightly which causes you all to chuckle.

   “You love Bluey, don’t you malen'kiy(little one)?” Nat asks as she holds her pup

   He coos happily, wiggling and bouncing his legs in excitement. Yelenas smile never falters as she hands him another small wrapped present. The paper is torn from in with lightning speed and a stuffie of Pooh Bear is revealed. He reacts in much the same way as he had with Bluey, showing he loves it just as much.

   “He loves Pooh too, don’t you mister?” you ask, waving Poohs arm at him, causing him to giggle

   “This ones still his but you’ll enjoy opening it more than he will” Yelena states, handing the gift bag over to Nat

   She opens it to find a onesie, its white and blue stripped and adorned with rubber duckies all over it. She loves it, and can’t wait to see him in it. “Thank you, he’ll look so adorable in it.”

 Lastly she slides over a medium sized box. Dima struggles a bit with the paper on this one so Natasha helps him free his present. As soon as you see the item that shows through the boxes open side your eyes widen, and you can tell your mate is just as stunned to see the atrocious object.

   Dima picks up the small yellow stick and clangs it gracelessly against the metal keys. He repeats the action a few more times and do your best to not flinch at shill noises that escape the xylophone. 

   “Yes! I knew he would love it!!” Yelena nearly shouts, and Natasha immediately glares at her, “What?? He's a natural musician!”

   You shake your head and wonder where on earth you can hide that thing so hes not pounding on it 24/7 as your Omega slides over the gifts for her sister.

   “Top one is from me and the bottom one is from Y/n.”

    The Betas excitement is apparent as she picks up the first wrapped box. Much like her nephew she quickly tears into the paper to reveal what's inside. She finds a green vest, almost military in style with lots of pockets. She excitedly puts it on over her Rudolph sweater.

   “I love it! So many pockets!”

   Nats smile widens, “I knew you’d enjoy it”

   Yelena moves on to your gift, equally excited to see what you had gotten for her. She practically tackles you after she sees the set of throwing axes with matching throwing knives.

   “Thank you thank you thank you!”

   “You're welcome Lena, I remembered how much you wanted to buy that set at the range when we went ax throwing last month”

   As if she realizes she's missing out on something, Fanny whines which prompts you to grab another box, “Don’t worry girl, Natty and I didn’t forget you.”

   Being the one with thumbs, Yelena opens the box and turns it to show the dog, “Look Fanny! Two new tennis balls, a new squeaky toy, and so many treats! You will be all set!”

   Her tail wags excitedly so the blonde tosses her a treat. She happily munches on it as Yelena grabs the gifts for you and her sister. She hands you each a small box first. “These are from Mama and Papa”

   When Natasha opens the box she can't help but gasp. There was a small necklace inside and it was absolutely beautiful. The chain was thin silver that led down to the charms, one which had your initials while the other was a small photo of you. This way her Alpha could always be with her. Yours was the same, but with her initials and a picture of her instead.

   Next she hands you each a gift bag and you both know these are from her. Nat again opens hers first. She finds a photo album inside and as she flips through the pages tears build in her eyes. It has memories in it starting at when she and Yelena were pups, moving to when she moved over to the US and met Clint before meeting Wanda and you in school, then her college years with you all, leading up to when Dima was born, and finally ending with the two of them moving in with you.

   “It's perfect sestra(sister), thank you so much.” she says, wrapping her arms around the Beta

   “You're welcome. You deserved to have your happy memories close.”

   They turn to look at you and you take that as your cue to open your present. Inside is a beautiful picture frame. It’s able to hold six photos and Yelena had chosen her six favorites of you with her sister throughout the years. The last one of course had the two of you with Dima.

   Tears build in your eyes as you observe the photos, you still sometimes have trouble believing you’d actually gotten with your friend, the Omega of your dreams.

  “Thank you Yelena. I love it so much”

   She nods, “I wanted to remind you that you always had my sister, and you always will.”

   Natasha smiles at the care her sister had taken with these gifts and hugs you tightly, “I love you so much, my Alpha”

   “I love you too my Omega, so very much”

   Yelena pats her dog's head, “Well, I think me and Fanny are gonna head out now to let the two of you share your presents in private.”

   “Are you sure?” you ask her, not wanting her to feel like she wasn’t welcome to stay longer 

   “Yeah.” she says before nervously scratching her neck, “Besides Kate invited me to join her for lunch so- ”

   “Well what are you waiting for?!” Nat shouts excitedly, “Go on! Go!”

   You laugh at her enthusiasm, “Calm down baby, at least let her properly say goodbye first.”

   Yelena does just that, giving her sister, nephew and you one last hug before she heads out to her truck. She places her gifts on the passenger side floor before letting Fanny jump into the seat. She cheerily waves goodbye as she pulls out of your driveway and you and Nat wave back from the front window. Once she's gone you all return to the living room, and you get ready to receive your gift before going to get her surprise.

   You sit down beside Nat and she excitedly hands you a wrapped box and a small gift bag. You open the bag first to find a new wallet for yourself. Your name is engraved into the money clip on the inside, a picture of her and Dima sits right inside where everyone can see it. You open the box next. The item makes your jaw drop.

  Inside a sleek black frame sits a photo of your motorcycle in the middle of the woods, and on top it sits your Omega in a set of lingerie. Her pose is not only sexy but also shows off the mark you left on her perfectly.

   “It's for your office.” she says shyly, “That way when it catches your eye you’ll remember I’m only a few rooms away and you’ll come find me”

   “I will definitely be doing just that Natty” you admit before kissing her, “You look too damn good on my bike”

   “Maybe I need my own then” she says with a cheeky smirk

   “Maybe you do…now you wait here while I go grab your gift from the garage, ok?”

   She nods and waits excitedly as she hears you rooting around out there. Finally you make your way back inside and hold out a bow to her. It's wrapped but she can also see small holes in both the paper and the box.

   She grabs it from you and sets it on her lap. She slowly lifts the lid only to be met with a pair of small emerald eyes staring back at her. Her eyes widen and she gently lifts it out of the box to get a better look. She smiles as a pure black kitten with a red bow on its collar is revealed. 

   “You said life would be perfect as long as you had a cat” you state, “So, here she is”

   “Oh moya lyubov'(my love)! She's absolutely precious!!” she exclaims, holding her close, “How old is he?”

   “About 16 weeks. Still needs kitten food but she is litter box trained. She doesn’t have a name yet.”

   Her eyes sparkle as she looks back at the kitten, “She looks like a Liho to me”

   “Liho it is then” you agree, watching her hug the kitten before allowing her to explore. The kitten wanders over to where your pup lays sleeping on the sofa and she lays down beside him, curling in close to cuddle and his hand gently grabs onto her fur “Look at them. Already best friends”

   Natasha watches a few moments more, the hand in her pocket nervously fiddling with the long skinny box inside, “Y/n?”

   “Yeah Natty?”

   “I um, I have one last gift for you.” she announces, finally getting your gaze to fall on her. 

   You take the box from her and open it, freezing as you see the test that lies inside. Two purple lines show up indicating a positive result causing a wave of emotions to overtake you.

   “You…are you really?”

   She nods, “Yes Alpha, I’m with pup”

   You smile wide before crashing your lips into hers and your arms protectively wrap around her midsection, “I love you and I promise I’ll take such good care of you Omega. Keep you safe and give you anything you need or want”

   She nuzzles into you, letting her tears of happiness fall freely, “I love you too, and I know you will baby. You're such a good Alpha and Mama.”

   The two of you remain cuddled like that for a few minutes more before Nat speaks up again, “We’re gonna have another pup…I can’t wait to meet them”

   “Neither can I” you admit, nuzzling against her, “Neither can I”

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