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gildedmuse · 8 months
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My bro and I were discussing the Live Action One Piece because I made him watch the trailer (he is still too hurt by the live action Death Note, apparently, to give this show even a chance).
Leading to me eventually bringing up that at some point I remember reading that Jamie Lee Curtis mentioned wanting to play Kureha, if they got that far.
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Me: Because Chopper is her favorite, and she said if she was younger she'd love to be Robin, but now she'd be a great Kureha. Bro: I'm really just impressed she knew who that was.... Me: She should show up to the audition in a 100 Berry shirt, just to prove her stuff. Bro: Sounds like she's already got one. Me: It wasn't like on a OP carpet either. It was at some premier, I think, or a con, I don't know.. Bro: Still, Kureha doesn't play a major role in the series after that, so it's just impressive to know who she is. It's like someone mentioning they like Dalton. Damn, now there is a fan. Me: She said Chopper is her favorite so it seems like she was just picking the characters most likely to hug a small reindeer. Me: "Obviously, I'd want to go for the character most likely to snuggle Chopper, but Zoro was already cast. So after Robin I figured Kureha gets the most Chopper time." Bro: Her next choice was that lady from the Foxy pirates. Me: She shows up like in full Foxy pirate gear. Bro: Your Chopper is ours now! Me: I mean, I'd pay to see it.
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lucytherandomfurry · 4 months
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Decided to draw the (1948) Rudolph in my style
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As you can see I struggled a lot with trying to find the right color or the closest one I have
I also tried to draw him more like a actual reindeer
As for the words In the corner I have those so I can keep track of what reindeer i still need to do the one's underlined ans check marked are finished.
As you can see I did my Rudolph awhile back I just haven't posted him yet because im waiting for when im done with the others as for tfp kids names in the corner I have finished the redraw redesigns of them as reindeer .
I am really sorry if this is hard to read
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dangerliesbeforeyou · 4 months
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let's be haters together this christmas <3
(based on my own opinions and the responses from that one inthetags post from a few weeks ago lol)
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bitchimasnake-sss · 5 months
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unwinding after a long day ft. luffy!
in which, after a long day, he comes right back to you <3
ft. luffy x fem!reader
set-up: its been a tiring day for him, good thing you're right here to offer your services (wink wink)
warnings: both sfw/nsfw headcanons for this dumbass; nsfw stuff includes penetration, cockwarming, raw!fucking (kids use protection pls 👍)
luffy:
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sfw!!
- after a long, long day of eating, running around the deck with ussop, defeating like five sea kings, enduring 53628 kicks and punches from the crew (how is this man a captain is beyond me sometimes), luffy is bound to be tired - you're laying on your bed post-dinner, absent-mindedly chipping away the nail polish - you feel the mattress next to you dip lowly as he jumps next to you, face-first - "ynn-" he's whining, wrapping his hands around you and intertwining his legs between yours, "ynnnnnn" "hmm?" you hum, still busy picking apart the colour on your nails "i'm so, so soooo tired" a laugh escapes you, "really? is it due to all the running?" and now he's pouting, "are you saying it's my own fault?" - you peck his cheek, then flash him a grin, "how can i ever say that?" - most of the nights, you silence him by giving him a massage - you don't even think you're good at it but holy shit this boy is obsessed with getting a quick massage from you. - and this has led to quite the number of misunderstandings. "yn," he had asked you when the crew were eating dinner together, "can we do that thing at night? i really need it." "WHAT THE FUCK-" nami is punching luffy in his guts, his food is being thrown out of his mouth and onto zoro, "WE ARE EATING." - he meant massage. - you knew it, he knew it. the rest of the crew? they assumed you were fucking (they aren't wrong, per se. they just didn't want to believe that all the sounds of bed creaking wasn't from you both jumping around, rip them) - yeah ussop threw up and sanji fell to his knees and cried for like 57 mins because how did luffy manage to bag you??? - zoro hasn't spoken in two days from the shock of it (and the traumatic experience of having food spit on him) and nami has retired to her room for a whole business week, she is now only conversing by using chopper as her message carrier - chopper is confused (poor bby 😭😭, he assumed it was massage or something and he is the only one who's correct) - anyways, other than getting massages, sometimes he starts rambling on about something or the other till he falls asleep mid-conversation - rest assured because he will continue whenever he wakes up "where was i?" he's shaking you awake "luffy" you groan, "it's like two am, go to sleep" "oh right, so ussop told chopper than reindeers are called reigndeers because they used to be actual kings back in the ancient times and so rein means reign and not rain like most people as-" he falls asleep again mid conversation - tf are you supposed to do with this man?? - peak, sheer dumbassery even when he's tired
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- this man refuses to entertain one-sided favours - your soft hands were kneading away the tension on his biceps a few minutes ago, so obviously he should return the favour back by massaging your back - you refuse many times because as much as you love luffy, this man does not understand his own strength - so you have a very valid fear that he would break your spine as he gives you a massage - "this isn't fair, let me do it too ughh" "how about no" "okay then let me fuck you, you'd like that right?" - didn't even blink twice plz 😭😭 - this dude is dead serious. - he gotta make up to you for being such a sweetheart to him one way or the other - that explains how he was pulling your top off, sucking sweetly on your tits, fingers gently rubbing over your clothed pussy - that also explained how he pulled you onto his lap, slipping in his dick inside you, stretching you out with a loud moan "you always take it so well, don'tcha?" he grins at you, tipping your head upwards and kissing you - refuses to move tho. - basically baited you into cockwarming him - what a royal asshole. - "what is it?" he coos when he feels your walls clamp down on him, your fingers desperately toying with your clit to get some sort of relief "pl- pleasefuckme-" there's tears clinging onto your lashline, your lips are red from how long you've been biting and chewing on them "hm?" he grins at your state, "what was that you said?" "please-" your breath hitches as he thrusts into you suddenly "fuck you?" "go- god. fuck, yes" his thrusts are merciless, pounding into you at a speed that has your overstimulated cunt spasming in seconds - doesn't let you go till he feels like he's paid you back enough "that was fun" he nuzzles into your neck, breathing slowly "mhm" you feel yourself dozing off he lays you down before snuggling into you and falling asleep - will end up giving you a massage in the morning anyways - although he can be just a little bit of a dick sometimes, there's no one you would rather unwind with
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- ussop (while crying) had to relocate from his cabin to sanji's because the walls are really not that thick and he was next door - "i can hear them-" ussop sniffled, standing at sanji's doorstep, "omg i can hear luffy-" "ussop, you have to learn to face the horrors of the world." sanji spoke firmly, although his expression betrayed the confidence in his voice - actually they both just cried and ate the secret stash of ice-cream sanji had saved up - you and luffy need to pay for their therapy now im afraid 😃
zoro's part <3 sanji's part <3
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writingoddess1125 · 5 months
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Just a Quick Headcanon
Zoro as a New Parent
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Based of Roronoa Koro a OOC of mine
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Support on Ko-Fi I'm poor!
• When Zoro learns about his son, He is both nervous and pleased to start as a father.
• He had experience with children had been a bit limited in truth but he had babysitted children around this young before so he figured the knowledge would be useful.
• A newborn baby was very different from a fully up and mobile one Zoro realized- but was fortunate to be able to experience this.
• It really wasnt-
• "You support the back of his head gently" You instruct as you watch Zoro awkwardly hold his 4 day old son with both hands. Clearly worried about hurting him or doing something wrong
"He's so small-" He whispered softly as if unsure if his voice could wake the child. It was too adorable.
He watched as Koro yawned softly and rubbed his little face with his little hands and snuggled hack for warmth- you practically saw Zoro's heart melt
• Koro is kuckily a very easy baby, maybe it was him being a newborn or just being Zoro's son but he wasn't a difficult boy.
• He rarely cried or fussed, would eat very well and slept often- Very Often.
• Koro and Zoro have a lot of similarities- but the one most prominent was that sleeping one-
• After a few days Zoro would introduce Koro to his crew with your blessing. You agree to two at a time of course and allowed it-
• Since Koro at this point had his eyes open he was looking around everywhere- Clearly wanting to see what was going on at all times.
• Zoro had Luffy and Chopper meet First. Luffy surprised and shocked to see that his First Mate had a son. You finding it really sweet to see the wonderment in the infamous Captian and a talking reindeer.
• "Woah! He looks just like you" Luffy says almost in shock as he holds Koro- The newborn staring confused at the smiling man
•Chopper also holding Koro and giggling excitedly as well as starting to tear up. "H-He's so cute!" Chopper said now fully crying while holding Koro who's bottom lip was starting to quiver as well.
• After this it went Nami and Usopp- Nami of course voicing how weird it was Zoro had a kid while Usopp promoted himself to the baby his status and making up stories to entertain. Koro however seemed to not be amused by any of them.
• Koro was starting to get irritated by being held when Robin and Franky came in. He did not like the cold hands of the robot and just stared at Zoro when Robin held him- Zoro already able to read his sons face which clearly said 'Make them leave me the hell alone-'
• And last was Sanji- Zoro was of course snide and rude to Sanji who happily returned the favor before letting the man hold his son. Much to your surprise however Koro seemed to just be staring hard at Sanji
• "Why is he looking at me that way?" Sanji questioned as Zoro scoffed-
"Cause he's a baby wai-" He sported as he heard a noise- you all did and everyone stared at Koro who was making a series of different cooing noises and squirming around as he stared at Sanji. He didn't seemed distressed at all only curious as he continued his gurgles and coos.
• "...I hate you-" Zoro said as he looked right at a very cocky Sanji, clearly Koro liking Sanji quite a bit.
• After this Zoro stayed in your village for a few weeks, letting his crew go ahead and come back for him later.
• With this Zoro takes time to help you raise your guys son. Allowing time for you to sleep inbetween feedings- helping with diapers and also helping you post partum.
• Truthfully he had been a God-Sent.. Calling doctors for you and talking you through your depressions and anxiety-
• The moment that damn near made you want to kiss him in joy was when he found out you had a clogged milk duct and he came in with a warm container of water with some Epsom salt.
• "You're a life saver-" You say when you see the container- Even though this should hurt your pride your tit hurt way worse-
• Zoro would stay by Koros side fir hours, Holding him and playing with the newborn. However does freak the fuck out when the embelical cord fell off.
• "It just falls off!?" He yells when he sees you set it to the side.
• Zoro adores his son and treats him as the most precious being on earth-
• It couldn't make you happier
Bonus!-
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• Zoro will send a letter and a photo of his son to Mihawk. Truthfully he found what he did impulsive and didn't know why he did such a thing-
• When Mihawk gets the letter of the arrival of the new Roronoa he feels both surprised and a sense of pride. Keeping both and even showing Perona who squeals and jumps at seeing the cute baby.
• In less then a week a large crate filled with very expensive baby items arrives along with some stuffed toys that creep the hell out of you.
• The legendary Mihawk will even arrive himself to meet Koro- Zoro surprised that his teacher came and you terrified that a former Warlord was holding your son-
• Mihawk stares at Koro, holding the baby like an expert and silently staring. Koro doing the exact same and even scrunching his eyebrows as if mildly irritated that Mihawk was looking at him that way.
• The Warlord cracks a smile at this and nods in approval. Koro reaching for the Cross necklace to try and chew on which Mihawk easily slips away from the baby. "When you are older-" He stated calmly.
• "You have a strong son, I can see he will grow into someone great" Mihawk says calmly.
• "Sensei... I wanted to name you Godfather of my Son" Zoro said calmly, Mihawk looking surprised by this but nods non the less.
• "I will accept" He stated calmly and smiled softly at the boy. Clearly pleased to have a god-grandson to spoil.
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spooky-fm · 1 year
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DP x DC fic: Delivery Ghost
This has been consuming my brain for weeks. Based on this post by @gummybearstastelikesadness:
Danny wakes up in the new world and, not feeling responsible for its villains (unlike the ghost attacks where he is the one who turned on the portal) decides to take a break and have a vacation. As a pizza delivery person, he brings orders to the recipients within the specified timeframe, no matter what. Certain citizens of this world are suspicious when the app lets them order to a town 2 hours away from the location ... and the delivery boy is there in under 10 minutes.
If only Danny cared about their feelings.
Part 1.
Waking up sore and confused in the middle of a random field with only vague memories of last night's events wasn't that weird for Danny Fenton. He had been Amity Park's resident hero for several years and had lived through much stranger awakenings. His list started with Vlad Plasmius's spooky basement inside a cloning tube and his parents' lab strapped to the vivisection table, and ended with places like the middle of nowhere in the Ghost Zone after an ecto-storm or a hundered-year-old abandoned maze of secret tunnels under the Masons' house after a particularly exciting date with Sam. Next to those, an ordinary-looking meadow was a welcome change. Despite that, something felt not quite right, but Danny couldn't quite focus on the feeling in his drowsy state.
Careful inspection of his body revealed that he had all of his limbs attached where they should be attached and functioning as normal. Aside from mild discomfort after lying on the cold ground for a significant amount of time he was perfectly healthy, despite splotches of dried ectoplasm and blood indicating recent injuries.
Deciding that he did not care enough to remember what those splotches were from just yet, Danny shrugged and continued his inspection. He looked around the field, trying to find any clues, tracks, or signs of civilization, and, failing to locate any, he transformed into his ghost form.
The transformation was enough of a jolt to wake him up from his morning sleepiness, forcing Danny to remember the fight with an unfamilliar ghost that appeared just as he finished fixing reindeer antlers to the top of the head of his freshly-made one-foot-tall snowman made from the first snow in the season. He had been so concerned with taking the fight away from his new porch guardian that he hadn't taken it seriously enough. Between exchanging blows and trying to find out the name of the intruder into his neighbourhood, he ended up too distracted to notice that they were not alone and got blasted with a dark-purple beam from behind.
As much as he would have liked to know more, the memory tastefully faded to black and refused to provide any further details.
'Never mind the why's and how's then,' - Danny thought, unconcerned. 'Time to consider the where's and the when's.'
Having thought that, he suddenly realised what had been bothering him from the moment he woke up. He was so busy taking stock of his physical state that he forgot to question the gentle warmth of the ground he had slept on and the decidedly non-December greenery around him.
Wide-eyed, Danny quickly flew up, searching for anything that could point him towards Amity or any other nearby town.
The vegetation did not seem too different from what he was used to, so he concluded that he probably wasn't anywhere Southern enough to be this warm in December. That suggested Clockwork shenanigans, which did not fill Danny with too much confidence.
He turned invisible, picked a random direction, and flew at a leisurely speed fully intending to enjoy the idyllic weather.
A couple of hours later, he finally came across a large enough town where he decided he would not be instantly noticed in the morning crowd. He easily found the local library and got permission to use a computer from the librarian that barely glanced at him in the dimly lit lobby. He made his way towards the two ancient computers ready to learn the local date and hopefully figure out how he ended up in this situation.
Danny wasn't truly surprised when the calendar showed a date a couple months in the past according to his personal timeline. He had spent enough time (ha!) with Clockwork to not be put off by a bit of minor time-travel. What surprised him, however, was his inability to find even a single mention of Amity Park on the internet.
Familiar forums, social media account of his friends, Amity news sources, even his personal blog that he posted blurry pictures of blob ghosts to were missing. Maps, both regular and satellite, showed a familiar but slightly different landscape where his home town should have been with a completely different name written over it.
Danny stared at the monitor with unfocused eyes. If he really had travelled in time, he would have been able to find some trace of Amity, or his friends. Searching for their names gave unhelpful results, and trying to look up ghosts and ghost attacks only led him down the rabbit hole of superheroes and something called 'The Justice League' that just gave him a headache. This led to the natural conclusion that instead of a minor instance of short time-travel he got tangled in a major instance of timeline-hopping.
He shuddered a little, remembering Dan. At least it seemed that Danny didn't exist at all in this timeline, in any shape. That turned out to be a slightly disturbing thought and Danny decided to ignore it with the practiced ease of someone who was used to rolling with the punches for the sake of his mental stability.
He wondered briefly when this world and his started to differ, but his limited knowledge of human history was not enough to give him much of a hint. He figured it was at least a couple hundred years in the past, but that was the extent of his detective abilities.
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It was a relief to finally exit the stuffy library building and let the rays of sunshine fall on his face after several hours of researching the new world he found himself in. Despite failing to get any closer to the mystery of his appearance there, he didn't feel that upset at the change of scenery.
While walking leisurely along the tidy street, Danny contemplated the heroes and villains of this timeline. It seemed that the Justice League was the top dog when it came to the forces of good. He wasn't sure how to approach them without raising suspicion that a person suddenly coming into existence would certainly cause.
Suddenly, he was struck by a thought so alien to him that he stopped in his tracks and stared blankly ahead.
He didn't have to do anything!
There were no ghost attacks in the news, and thus probably no portal to the Ghost Zone. He hadn't opened a doorway between the Infinite Realms and Earth, and there was nobody who needed help that couldn't be given by any of the local heroes.
Danny realised that didn't feel any pressing need to protect this world. That little part of his core that was always anxious about Amity, about Sam and Tucker, and about the rest of the world was now blissfully quiet. Danny smiled at that, shaking his head and continuing his walk towards what seemed to be a small river.
He also began to notice the stares people around were directing at him and tried to get lost in the crowd - with little luck. It almost seemed that having drawn the attention of the locals, he was standing out as an obvious outsider.
He was starting to get annoyed at the constant attention, when he noticed his ragged sleeve and recalled that he was in fact still covered in suspiciously blood-looking greenish blots. He considered the fact that it was actually blood from his already-healed small scratches was irrelevant. 
Cursing quietly, Danny quickly turned into a shady-looking alleyway and made his escape from the public eye by going invisible.
He decided to continue on his course towards the riverside in this way, while mulling over the earlier revelation. The more he thought about it, the more he became convinced that it was a great idea to take a break and get some rest from ghostly affairs. And if he really wanted to go back, he could always find a way to open a portal into the Ghost Zone and find Clockwork. His sort-of mentor, sort-of father figure wouldn't mind helping him with a little nudge towards the right timeline, would he? Besides, the guy probably knew all about Danny's little jaunt across realities. Since there was no sign of him or his cryptic advice, it was entirely reasonable that he approved of the whole thing.
So it was decided: Danny Fenton was going on vacation.
He flipped in the air in excitement and started flying away from the town. Giggling a little at the fact that he still didn't know the name of the first town he visited in this timeline, he froze in place as something occured to him: He had no money, no possessions and didn't know where to go.
Despite not technically needing food or shelter as a ghost, he didn't want to spend his vacation hiding away under his invisibility. And what sort of vacation would it be if he had no money to spend on fun things like videogames and hot dogs?
He figured the solution was simple: He'll just have to find a job.
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joeys-babe · 3 months
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Joey B Blurbs: Lights
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Summary: You and Joe take your boys for a little stroll downtown to look at the Christmas lights.
Warnings: None, fluff
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine universe: Into The Mystic
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*December 23, 2023 - 20 weeks pregnant*
“Look at the reindeer guys!” - you
Currently, Joe and I were walking with the twins around our gated neighborhood, showing them the Christmas lights.
We had done this last year, but they were only a year old. This year, they will be able to walk around better and actually remember it.
Tyson was acting more curious than Miles was, which was normal for the two.
Joe was holding Tyson up on his shoulders as he excitedly pointed at different animals to show to his father.
Now Miles, on the other hand, was holding my hand and begrudgingly trotting down the sidewalk.
He was a homebody and would much rather be at home watching a movie. That's how he's like Joe.
But right now, Joe seemed to be in a good mood, even away from our home.
“Ooo!” - Tyson pointed at a display of two penguins
“Those are cool, buddy.” - Joe smiled
My heart warmed when I looked back at 2/3 of my boys. If Joe wasn't walking directly beside me, he was walking behind me so he could ‘always have eyes on me’.
“Mama.” - Miles whined
“I know, love… but look how happy your bubby is. Can you hang on for just a little longer?” - you
Miles was a smart boy for his age, like very smart. I could talk to him like that and somehow his two-year-old brain could register it perfectly.
He looked up at his twin brother sitting on his father's shoulders, and I swear I could see him match the twinkle in Tyson’s eyes.
“Mhm.” - Miles nodded
I grinned down at my sweet momma’s boy and shifted my gaze to the path in front of us.
“Ow!” - Joe
Quickly I turned around to see what the problem was, and I found myself laughing at the sight of Tyson grabbing fistfuls of Joe’s hair.
“No, Ty!” - you laughed
When Tyson was aware that I was watching, he really tried to put on a show. His giggles got louder as he started kicking his legs dramatically.
“Tyson Lee! Quit it!” - Joe
I gently let go of Miles’s hand and walked toward my husband who was getting slightly attacked by our son.
Lifting my arms, Tyson reached forward and fell into my embrace.
After setting him down he found his default spot, next to Miles of course.
“Is my hair like jacked the hell up?” - Joe mumbled for only you to hear
I had to bite my lip to hold in my laughter. His hair kind of resembled what it looks like after I'm through with him on a real good night.
“It's not too bad, baby.” - you
“Fix it, please.” - Joe sighed
After quickly repositioning his curls and combing them with my fingers, they were back to their normal places.
“There.” - you smiled
“Thank you.” - Joe
Joe opened his arms, and I immediately walked into them. His big arms brought so much warmth as they wrapped around my waist.
“Cwuties.” - Tyson giggled
Joe and I both looked in the direction of our boys with smiles on our faces. My head fell to his chest, and Joe’s hand reached up to hold the back of my head.
Out of nowhere, Miles ran up to us and grabbed my phone out of my pocket.
I tried to get out of Joe’s arms to retrieve my phone, not wanting it in the hands of a toddler, but he stopped me.
“Just… wait a second.” - Joe
And I was glad I did.
“Smile!” - Miles
Joe and I obliged and soon the camera flash would be lighting up our surroundings.
Miles toddled back over to us and handed me the phone, the picture already pulled up.
“Joe…” - you smiled
Tears filled my eyes from the sweet moment plus maybe some pregnancy hormones too.
“We look great.” - Joe
“Is it okay if I post this later? You can't see my bump. We just look so happy.” - you
“And so in love.” - Joe grinned
“Yeah.” - you laid your head on his chest
Moments later, I was just crying into his chest.
“Are you okay, baby?” - Joe rubbed your back
“Never been better.” - you wiped your eyes and kissed him
When we pulled away from the kiss, my eyes locked with Joe’s, and I felt myself practically melt. I wanted to say something, but the moment was taken before I could.
“You like picture?” - Miles
“Yes, baby, we love it.” - you
“Yay!” - Miles
Soon, Tyson would be back in Joe’s arms, and Miles would be holding my hand. We continued walking down the path.
Joe and I were simply talking about what would be for dinner tonight when Tyson had a loud outburst.
“Ooo!” - Tyson pointed
He was lightly patting Joe’s chest to get his attention as he pointed in the direction of a light setup.
“Us!” - Tyson
It was a Christmas light display of four bears; a mom, a dad, and two cubs. The mom and dad were standing a few feet away from their own as one of the cubs was posed taking pictures of the parents with a camera.
Joe looked over at me with such a wide grin on his face that I knew his cheeks were hurting.
“Is that us Ty?” - Joe
“Mhm! Mama, Dada, me, Mi!” - Tyson
“What about baby sissy?” - you
Joe and I watched the gears turn in Tyson’s head.
“Uhm…” - Tyson sighed
I lightly shoved Joe and we both laughed at the fact Tyson just repeated a common mannerism of his.
“He’s just like you.” - you whispered with a giggle
Joe nodded his head before turning back to look at his son who was by now mumbling an answer.
We continued walking, but this time, we were headed back to our house. Joe and I paid attention to Tyson’s speech as it continued the entire way back home.
I was silently giggling at Joe’s serious face as he nodded his head since I knew he could only understand a few words that Ty was saying.
“Thank you, now I understand, bub.” - Joe
Joe was unlocking the front door when he politely shut Tyson’s babbling down.
“Welcome.” - Tyson patted Joe on the shoulder
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Later that evening when the boys were asleep, Joe and I found ourselves in the living room with the fireplace roaring.
I had gotten him to do something completely out of his comfort zone because Joe said he ‘can't say no’ to his pregnant wife.
What that thing was? Slowly dancing to Christmas music in front of the tree.
Joe would usually turn down dancing in nanoseconds, but tonight he happily obliged.
My hands on his shoulders and his on my waist, we leisurely moved to the music playing lowly on the tv.
As time went on, I found myself closer to him. Soon enough, I was completely lying on his chest as he swayed us from side to side.
“I love you, Joe.” - you whispered
“I love you more, Mama.” - Joe
Joe gently moved one of his hands from my waist down to my bump.
“I love you too, Princess.” - Joe
Almost as if she could already recognize her father’s voice, for the first time, she kicked.
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Authors note: The ending was TERRIBLE. But anywho… Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate! Hopefully another Christmas blurb or imagine will be coming out later!
Request that inspired this fic;
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Hope you enjoyed! 💕
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theunholyrogue · 3 months
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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
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🎄💙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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lxvvie · 3 months
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On today's episode of Pranks R Us: It's that time of the year when we're inundated with Christmas carols and movies. All. Damn. Day. Hallmark. Here's a scenario for you: How would your faves react to you purposely, horrendously serenading them with Christmas songs that... they don't like? 😊
Capt. John Price - He's nursing his cuppa because he knows for a fact that the boys put you up to this. He feels it in his bone marrow for Christ's sake. Price likes to think he's smiling behind the mug but his cheeks are hurting a bit too much for it to be genuine which really means he's gonna give the rest of 141 hell when he sees them the next time.
Gaz - Went from raising a brow to his cheeks being puffed the hell out because he's trying his best not to laugh in your face. When you're done, you have the biggest shit-eating grin... which devolves into laughter from both you and him. Tears are rolling down your eyes and he's clutching his stomach. God, he loves you, darling.
Soap - Soap is currently the Soapurrito™ with Whiskey (referencing this post) when you decide to randomly serenade them both. Not only do you have Soap looking confused but the dog keeps tilting his head as well, too. Then you hit that one note and they tilted their head at the same damn time and you just fell out laughing.
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Ghost - (Referencing this post) Ghost was having a smoke and knit session and then you barged in and began singing. Not only did you sing the absolute worst fucking Christmas song to ever exist to him but you decided to channel your inner Luciano Pavarotti and make it classical for him. You thought you ate that shit but Ghost was staring at you in Say Sike, Mate the entire time while still knitting. You winked and blew him a kiss and if 'Why are we here? Just to suffer?' was a person.
Roach - He, like Price, was smiling a bit too brightly which means that he's crying on the inside. The one who gets up and gives you that reassuring squeeze because you got the spirit. Not everyone is meant to be a singer but he thanks you and revels in the holiday cheer! ❤️
Alex Keller - Was watching TV and not really paying attention to it and then BAM, you popped up! The more you sing, the more you realize his thighs are slowly but surely closing together and LIKE HELL YOU'LL CLOSE SHUT THE JAWS OF SWEET KELLER LOVIN', ALEX.
Alejandro - Alejandro looked up from his work, leaned back in his chair, and just stared at you with a furrowed brow. Rudy and the others are in earshot and are quietly, collectively laughing their asses off. You actually do a couple songs (per the bet) and Alejandro... has a stiff drink in the meantime lmao.
Rudy - Actually does laugh in your face, even though it's Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Apologizes while laughing in your face. Because laughter is contagious, however, you, too, start laughing.
König - König gets incredibly excited because Schatz, he didn't know you liked to sing horribly! And when you're done, he, too, chooses to serenade you, and holy shit, König actually can sing!
Horangi - Horangi has the most deadpan expression on his face. He's the one that promises you you can sit on his face all day long if you'll promise him to never sing again stop singing.
Graves - Graves was on a conference call with the boys when you busted in and started singing. The entire time, he's rocking the Zoolander grimace and when you're done, you hear someone give their best Simon Cowell impersonation and then it turns into Shadow Company's Got Talent and you're being judged. 'A' for Ass effort, darlin'.
Valeria - The one who rolls her eyes and massages her temple. May or may not put your ass on the couch tonight for this. Or, better yet, you wanna sing? Put your mouth to good use and sing on her pu—
Keegan - Is the epitome of lost as hell. Keegan is the one grimacing with every high note you, er, try to hit. He can't even bring himself to smile but his eyes are somewhat comically wide, made more so after you kiss his cheek, take the piss out of him, and ask him how you did.
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shirecorn · 3 months
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I just had the thought and immediately ran back to your blog to check. Rudolph is a boy! He shed his lil antlers!!!!!!!!! I'm in love??!? So cute!!!!
Yes rudolph is a boy! He's the only one who has pronouns.
I intentionally designed the rest of the reindeer to be androgynous to see how my audience gendered them. You may notice how none of my reindeer days posts have pronouns. Technically you could say they are all afab and headcanon-in different gender identities, or just ignore that and have fun with whatever concept you want. They're open to interpretation.
Both sexes of reindeer grow antlers, but males shed theirs in november while females still have theirs for christmas.
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amywritesthings · 3 months
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meet me on christmas. / an eddie munson holiday ficlet
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pairing: eddie munson x f!reader ( stranger things ) word count: 1.2k / rated mature summary: It's the Christmas of '87. You and boyfriend, Eddie Munson, cruise Hawkins for your annual town lights crawl. tags: post s4, eddie munson lives, explicit language, holiday lights, christmas fluff, childhood friends, established relationship credit: dividers by @saradika / header by @nicostiel
welcome to the sixth day of the twelve days of amymas 2023 !!
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“The rich assholes always have the good stuff.”
“Just because they’re rich doesn’t mean their decorations aren’t tacky,” you argue back, ripping a Twizzler at the center of the rope with your teeth.
"Can't argue with that," Eddie Munson quips in return, holding out a hand for the Twizzler pack.
You hand it to him — if he wasn't idle in the driver's seat of his beat-up van, then you would have tossed it.
Since the battle of the Upside Down, you could argue his reflexes have gotten much better.
Eddie likens it to Spiderman-esque rabies powers from those nasty vampire bats.
(You're just happy he's here.)
“That’s way too many reindeer on that lawn — look."
You lean over the passenger seat to point out of the windshield towards a bloated, light-infused lawn.
"The Weston's put up a ton of them, but that's inaccurate. Santa did not have twenty reindeer.”
“Damn, did Mr. Weston feel bad about the team rejects?” Eddie comments with a feigned sigh of sympathy, tone melodic. “Gave the bench reindeer the gift of playing in the big leagues for Christmas of ‘87.”
“Imagine wanting to do your job.”
“Couldn’t fuckin’ be me, that’s for sure.”
You’re lucky Eddie even agreed to do this with you.
Then again, you’re pretty certain you could have asked him to watch A Christmas Story fifteen times in a row, and he would still enthusiastically say yes. 
Whatever made you happy — when most boys said it, they never meant it.
Not Eddie.
Now that you're home for the holidays from college, you're happy to close the distance with your best friend — your boyfriend — and rekindle old traditions.
Cruising around the better-off parts of Hawkins in his beat-up van was a staple ever since Uncle Wayne taught Eddie how to drive.
Thirteen years old and all too eager.
(A little too young, but hey, 'tis the damn season.)
Truth be told, hiding here with Eddie felt more in line with the Christmas spirit than anything your family had planned for the holidays.
All of the incessant inter-connected drama...
The non-stop questions about college...
The inevitable judgment when you talk about the future they don’t wholly approve of...
None of that mattered here.
Eddie cranked Dio really loud to make sure of that.
(He loves to argue that Dio could put out a killer Christmas album, same as the Carpenters, but they’re too busy churning out the sickest tunes of the decade.)
“I think their neighbors gave up on decorating this year,” you judge, holding out your hand to get the Twizzler pack back. “Look: only a stupid wreath on the door. Remember when the Thomas family used to do that crazy display with the boombox and stuff?”
Eddie keeps one hand on the wheel as he holds out the pack to you, plucking out two final red ropes for himself.
“Apparently Mrs. Thomas divorced Mr. Thomas," he explains, "so they don’t exactly have the budget to be Hawkins’ beacon this year.”
You gasp, jaw dropping.
“No.”
Eddie smirks, chewing on the candy.
“You missed way more than real-life Dungeons and Dragons in Hawkins, Indiana in your pursuit of higher education, Miss Thing.”
He isn’t wrong — you caught the tail end of this town almost getting swallowed by a Mindflayer.
Apparently what few months you had spent away from this small town gave the evils below plenty of time to rip the fabric of reality in half.
Then there was that one time Eddie almost died from a flock full of vampire bats.
Neither of you really talk about that day.
No one involved in that mess does. 
It’s for the best.
“Oh — shit, do you see that one?” you ask out of the blue, leaning over the dashboard to point at an upcoming house littered with string lights.
“What?”
“That!” you exclaim, smudging his windshield as you press against the glass.
A two-story house is decorated from roof to foundation full of sparkling white lights, changing its pattern every few seconds.
In truth, it’s a little disorienting.
Still rad, though.
Eddie slows the car down to a near stall, squinting ahead under his heavy, curly bangs.
“It’s all white. That’s so lame.”
“Lame?” you ask, turning your chin towards him.
He turns to you, too, then a smug smirk crawls over his lips.
The boy leans over, pecking a kiss to your pursed lips.
“You’re cute when you pout. But yeah, fuck white. Multicolored all the way.”
“I didn’t think you had opinions on string lights, Munson,” you tease, smiling wider from the tiny kiss.
You want to pull him into a deeper kiss, but safety first: you have to convince him to park the car first.
“Well, my sweet Christmas angel, that’s where you’re wrong. I am very opinionated.”
“You didn’t even decorate the trailer this year,” you remind him, flopping back down to the passenger seat. “Which, by the way — I noticed. Talk about being disappointed when I rolled up this afternoon to see a totally blank canvas.”
His brows knit together in playful confusion.
“What, did you seriously think I was going to do the lights this year without you?”
The statement surprises you.
Sure, you helped the Munson duo decorate — it’s almost as much of a tradition at this point as the holiday lights crawl.
Ever since you and Eddie became best friends, you’d spend hours meticulously turning a two-person man cave into something warm and cozy, with fake buffalo snow and tiny string lights.
According to Uncle Wayne, something about your touch on the place was warranted for the holidays.
Yet you had assumed they would have started without you this year on the principle that you’d be coming home for the holidays later than anticipated.
(That, and the near death of Eddie had taken a large toll on Uncle Wayne altogether.)
But neither were the real case:
They waited for you.
Your heart swells with the realization.
Before you can turn the moment sappy, Eddie winks and turns left at a corner. 
“Let me show you a real house. C’mon, it’s down the block from here. I scoped this shit out when you were busy with finals.”
You stay in your seat, too busy staring at the curly-haired boy as he navigates the streets of Hawkins to find a perfect house.
Suddenly the town isn’t so interesting.
Truth be told, it never was.
If it wasn’t for Eddie, then you’d never come back to Hawkins.
You imagine he feels the same way about his Uncle Wayne.
He can't leave, so you'll stay.
“Why don’t we go home?” you suggest.
The boy frowns as he pulls over.
“Home? You don’t wanna look at other lights?”
He gestures to the grand outdoors.
“You love this shit.”
“I love decorating with you and Uncle Wayne way more,” you tell him.
Finally, Eddie takes a pause.
The boy studies you for a moment, considering, before a smile starts to grow so wide that he has to bite his lip to keep it at bay.
“Yeah?”
“Hell yeah,” you promise.
You raise your boot, poking it at a hole in the calf of his ripped jeans.
“C’mon. Fuck the rich assholes. We can outdo them by miles.”
It takes another pause to pass, but Eddie finally grins like a Cheshire cat. 
“What my lady wants, my lady gets.” 
He switches the van in reverse to ready a three-point turn. 
“Christmas with the Munsons, it is.”
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sabo-has-my-heart · 9 months
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Hey, I love your posts! Would it be possible to request a possessive Shanks x f! Reader x Strawhats/ monster trio? Where the reader is running an errand for Shanks but ends up stranded/injured. The strawhats come along and rescue her. Luffy offers to take her to the rendezvous point. On the way there, the strawhats find out the reader is shank’s gf/crewmate. When they finally meet up. Shanks is a little possessive as the monster trio has taken a liking to her. Thanks so much.
Warnings: possessive Shanks, mean villagers, minor blood and violence (the reader is injured once)
Word Count: 1850
     It’s an easy errand, he said. You’ll be fine, he said. Now, leaning against an alley wall, clutching your bleeding arm while the angry mob searched for you, you couldn’t help but curse your dumbass boyfriend. Apparently this ‘easy errand’ didn’t take into account the fact that this island hated the Yonkos with every fiber of their being. You hadn’t even been sailing under Shanks’s flag when you arrived, but you’d long since gotten his jolly roger tattooed on your hip. When one of the villagers noticed the top half poking out of your pants, they’d immediately started shouting at you, spitting accusations, and getting generally violent. They were just innocent villagers, you hadn’t wanted to hurt them, no matter how much they hated you. So instead of fighting, you’d run. Run, hide, get found, repeat. For the time being, however, they seemed too frenzied to check the small alleyways. It wasn’t their fault. They’d had bad run-ins with the worst of the yonkos, when 2 of the 4 yonkos trash your home, a relatively new one was as bad as they came, a previous one had been a terrifying mountain of a man know as ‘the strongest man alive’, and the other just looks mean, well, was it any surprise you’d been attacked? They couldn’t attack the yonkos directly, but they could attack you. Sighing, you closed your eyes for a moment. Just a moment of rest, that’s all you needed.
     “What’re you hiding from?” a voice asked, making you jump out of your skin. Had they found you again? Looking over, you noticed a boy with black hair and an all too familiar straw hat. You knew the boy, Shanks had his wanted poster plastered in the dining hall, carefully placed on his desk, and one more hung from his wall. He was so proud of Luffy and his success. He was looking forward to their reunion when Luffy was a great pirate. The news had placed him as a new Yonko, he’d defeated both Big Mom and Kaido. He was very well on his way to becoming the ‘great pirate’ than Shanks looked forward to seeing. Letting your heart calm down a little, you nodded.
     “Isn’t it obvious? The frenzied villagers with gardening tools from hell didn’t give it away?” you asked, still holding your bleeding arm. The result of a particularly nasty hook blade, if you had to guess, likely used to trim trees and bushes, the sap and liquid chlorophyll causing your wound to sting and burn.
     “Shishishi, yeah, Nami said I should stay hidden so they won’t attack me. But why’d they attack you?” he asked, head tilted to the side. You chuckled and shook your head.
     “Out of your entire crew, you’re actually the least likely to be attacked. The villagers aren’t stupid, they know they can’t fight a yonko. A yonko’s crew member, however…” you pulled the waist of your pants down slightly, revealing the jolly roger.
     “You’re on Shanks’s crew?! You have to come with us!” Luffy said excitedly, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the alleyway and down the street. Sure enough, the moment the mob saw Luffy, they scattered, hiding in the various nearby buildings, fearing the boy’s wrath. Sitting on the deck of the Sunny, you let the little reindeer tend to your wound, the antiseptic making you flinch. The Sunny had set sail a few hours ago, loaded up with supplies that the villagers had fearfully given to the crew, afraid of what would happen if they didn’t. Luffy had still insisted on paying them, the boy just as kind as Shanks had described. You were thankful for the boy, the villagers having set fire to your own little boat. The crew surrounded you, bombarding you with questions that you answered as best as you could between small ‘ah’s of pain from Chopper tending to your injury. The blond, Sanji, had offered to hold your hand for comfort, stating that ‘a beautiful woman shouldn’t have to suffer in such a manner’. All you could think was that Luffy’s crew was as sweet and interesting as the boy himself, even Zoro, as standoffish as he was, was as kind to you as the others, complimenting your strength and willpower to not just ‘deal with’ the villagers. 
     Laying on the grass of Luffy’s ship, you couldn’t help but smile. You’d have to convince Shanks to put some grass on the deck of the Red Force, it was surprisingly comfortable as you let the sun warm you. The crew had agreed to take you to a rendezvous point to meet back up with your beloved boyfriend, Luffy’s eyes nearly leaving his head when he found out that you were involved with the red-headed captain. 
     “Y/n, you said you were good with armament haki, Luffy won’t train with me because it isn’t ‘fun’. I could use your help.” Zoro said, one hand resting on his swords.
     “I don’t mind, but is such a small ship really a good place to be practicing? I doubt Franky would be too pleased if you tore up his ship.” giving him a raised eyebrow. 
     “The work out room is reinforced and I’ll be holding back a bit, but I need someone that can handle my attacks.” he said, making you smile at the compliment. It might not sound like your typical compliment, but you could see it for what it was as you got up and dusted yourself off.
     Holding the knife in your hand, you helped the blond chef chop vegetables. You were surprisingly skilled in the kitchen. Perhaps not as skilled a chef as he was, but better than what he’d expected after hearing about the, often drunk, red-hair pirates. 
     “Y/n-swan, will you try this for me?” Sanji asked, holding a spoon out for you. You smiled and tasted the food, your eyes lighting up in delight.
     “It’s amazing, Sanji! You’re such a great cook! Luffy’s really lucky to have you on his crew!” you said happily, making the blond melt. You were always so sweet and to the entire crew too! Even to that annoying, moss headed, brute of a swordsman. 
     “You’re the amazing one, Y/n-chwan! You’re so sweet and kind. To find such an amazing woman on the crew like Shanks’s, it’s no wonder he’s so taken with you.” he said, his flattery making you blush a little. He was sweeter than sugar and a damned flirt, he reminded you of Shanks in some ways, a shameless flirt yet sweet and adoring. 
     Your laughter carried across the ship as you joined Luffy in some game that you, honestly, didn’t understand one bit, but were having fun all the same. The boy’s laughter and happiness were infectious, making those around him as happy as he was.
     “You’re losing, Y/n!” Luffy said with his signature little laugh, making you smile.
     “Well of course I am, I’ve never played this before. Besides, who cares if I’m losing so long as we’re having fun. The only time a person is truly losing is when they’re not enjoying the company of friends.” you said, making the boy’s eyes light up. He liked the sound of that, liked how you enjoyed his games and antics as much as he did. He enjoyed how much you smiled and laughed, how generally happy you were and kind you’d been to everyone. Honestly, he didn’t want you to leave anymore, he wished he could just keep you on the Sunny and not return you to Shanks. 
     Landing on the island, you smiled as you jumped from the railing of the ship, not even bothering to give Franky time to lower the gangplank, Luffy laughing as he followed right behind you. Zoro and Sanji, having grown very close to you over the last couple of weeks, were right behind you, not wanting you to run off without them. As soon as you spotted the familiar red hair and tacky pants, you were moving at a dead sprint, throwing yourself into your boyfriends arm, said arm wrapping around you and holding you tight.
     “Did you miss me, baby?” you asked, giving him a soft kiss as you enjoyed simply being together again.
     “So much that I wasn’t able to enjoy my booze without you.” he said, making you giggle. Considering how much Shanks liked to drink, that was saying something. 
     “Well how about we have a small party with Luffy’s crew to celebrate? You two can catch up and you can enjoy your liquor again. Zoro might even give you a run for your money on how much you can drink.” you said with a small laugh.
     “What if I just want to sit and spend time with you? Do you know how long it’s been since I got to hold you?” he whined as he nuzzled his head against the top of your own.
     “I do, but I thought you might want to catch up with Luffy. Besides, you should meet his crew, they’re sweet.” you said, making the man pout.
     “Just how much time did you spend with them? Didn’t you think about how much I missed you?” he asked, giving you his kicked puppy look.
     “Of course I did, I missed you every second! But I had to distract myself to keep myself from missing you too much and sulking, so I got to know how great Luffy’s crew was.” you said, making the three boys smile. They’d enjoyed your company and knowing that you enjoyed theirs made them surprisingly cheerful.
     “She’s right, we really should celebrate, I can make everyone something to eat. Besides, we can’t just let Y/n-swan leave with just a simple ‘so long, see you later’.” Sanji said with a charming smile.
     “I’d like to see if she’s right about how much you can drink. She said you can drink more than her and we’d share a few after she helped me train.” Zoro added.
     “Besides, don’t you like to party and drink, Shanks? I bet it would be even better with Y/n!” Luffy said, with a huge smile. Each comment from the boys had Shanks’s hold on you growing tighter and tighter, holding you possessively. Chuckling, you shook your head at the man. You knew how he could be, knew that he could get possessive at times.
     “I’m sure Shanks would love to celebrate, but we should keep this reunion short. Luffy, you and Shanks agreed that you’d meet again when you were a great pirate, but I think you should become even better before we truly enjoy a party together. I know you don’t want to just say ‘so long, see you later’, so how about we’ll meet again soon?” you suggested, wiggling free of your boyfriend’s hold, giving Luffy a hug, Sanji a pat on the head, and Zoro a light punch to the shoulder before leaving with your boyfriend as the 3 straw hat boys sulked. They’d have to find a way to ‘run into’ you again so they could spend more time with you.
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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 4 months
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Candy Cane Christmas
Pairing: SteveHarringtonxFemReader
Summary: You attend a Christmas party and meet a guy you just can't pass up a one night stand with. It's smut guys. Not a whole lot of story. Just smut. 😂
18+ Only
Word Count: 3.5K
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You approached the ridiculously large house that looked like it belonged on an episode of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Even without the size, it would have been hard to miss with the blazing bright twinkle lights complete with Santa and his reindeer on the roof, with your friend, Nancy Wheeler. She had insisted that you just had to attend this Christmas party and you had nothing else going on, so you figured why not. You were dying for an evening that did not include you, your cat, a bottle of wine, and re-runs of Growing Pains and Full House.
You and Nancy had met a few months ago when you both started working at the Hawkins Post after college. She was from the town, had attended Hawkins High, but you had moved here for the job and knew nobody except for her. So, there you stood, in a red and white striped dress that hugged all of your curves perfectly. If you were going to party like Santa was coming down the chimney, you may as well look the part.
As you approached the door, it swung open, revealing a guy with long brown hair that fell to his chin. He was wearing a cream colored sweater and jeans and you had to admit, if this was Nancy's guy, she had done pretty well for herself. Jonathan was handsome in a very grungy kind of way, not at all what you would have expected for perfectly coiffed Nancy in her pencil skirts and heels. 
"Welcome ladies," he said with a grin. "Come on in."
You entered, soaking in the massive house around you. Jesus, what did this guy do for a living? You definitely needed a better job or a promotion. You loved being a journalist, but right now it was entry level. You were grabbing coffee and doing lunch runs. You and Nancy commiserated over the sexist atmosphere that was the news world. Heaven forbid any of the male employees pour themselves a cup of fucking coffee. No, they were above that. The pay wasn't great either, but you kept telling yourself that you just needed one good break, one great story to prove you had what it took to be more than some glorified assistant.
The kitchen was all set up with a wide variety of liquor options, mixers, and beer along the countertop. A large glass bowl sat in the middle and you were certain it wasn’t just fruit punch. The kitchen table looked like it would buckle under all the snacks that were piled on it. Chips, popcorn, nuts, a cheese tray, a fruit tray, and what must have been ten pizza boxes from Surfer Boy pizza. 
"Jonathan, this is Y/N," Nancy said, gesturing to you. "Y/N, my boyfriend, Jonathan."
"Nice to meet you," you said, offering him a smile. "Nancy talks about you so much at work, I already feel like I know you."
"Same," he grinned. "But it's good to finally put a face to the name.”
“Your house is incredible.”
Jonathan laughed, shaking his head, “Not my house. My house would fit in the living room of this place but Nance and I are hoping to get our own apartment soon. This is a friend’s place.”
“Wow, some friend you’ve chosen for yourself,” you teased. “This makes my tiny apartment feel like a closet.”
“Yeah, well, the Harringtons don’t know how to do anything small,” Nancy commented with a roll of her eyes. 
“But don’t let the size fool you. Steve loves having people over. He has a party once a month. So, make yourself comfortable. Have fun. Eat, drink, be merry. Do you mind if I steal my girlfriend away for just a minute?"
"Nope," you told him with a shake of your head. "I am perfectly capable of amusing myself."
You watched the two of them wander off and headed over to the drink table. You were just ladling some punch into a red solo cup when someone slid up next to you. You glanced over and then quickly did a double take. Damn, where did this guy come from? 
He was tall, muscular but lean, and gorgeous, with chestnut locks that would make any woman green with envy. He wore jeans that hugged him in all the right places and a green long sleeved shirt that he had pushed up to his elbows with a smiling elf on the front. HIs hand reached out for the ladle and your eyes were drawn to his hands, his very large hands. He poured a healthy scoop of punch into his cup.
"Hey there," he said, spinning around, leaning against the table. A sexy little smirk crossed his face, a smirk that made you think of asking him if he wanted to go somewhere quieter. Jesus, what a cliche but this man was causing all kinds of images to flash through your brain, images that were causing a pulsing heat to settle in your core. 
"Hey," you replied, taking a sip of your drink.
"I've never seen you before.”
“What makes you think you haven’t?”
“Believe me, I would have noticed if you’d ever made an appearance."
His eyes ran from your head to your toes and back down again before settling on your chest. The dress you wore provided a generous view of your cleavage and his tongue snuck out, the tip resting against his upper lip.
"I'm Y/N," you said, stepping so close you were almost touching, smiling coyly up at him. "I came with Nancy. We work together at the Hawkins Post."
"Ahh, and I assume she's ditched you to go hang with her boyfriend," he commented. 
"Yeah, but I don't mind. I am very skilled at entertaining myself," you breathed, pressing your body against his. You delighted in the way his eyes widened, darkening with lust. "Or finding someone to entertain me."
He tilted his head slightly, his hand coming to rest on your hip, tugging your pelvis against his so you could feel how turned on he was. Damn, you could definitely feel it. This man was not lacking and it had been so long since you’d gotten good and fucked. Knowing you had that kind of power over a guy you had only met five minutes ago was intoxicating. You knew this was probably stupid, some might even call it slutty, but you didn't care. You wanted to know how this man felt in every single way possible. 
"Well, if I am going to...entertain you," he mused, "you should at least know my name. I'm Steve."
"Oh, so you’re Steve, the owner of this very large house.”
“It’s my parents, actually, but yeah. That would be me.”
“Well, it’s very nice to meet you," you smiled, "and just how exactly do you plan on entertaining me?"
He leaned close, his hair brushing against your cheek, his lips right next to your ear as he whispered, "Well, you look like a candy cane in that dress and I have quite the sweet tooth. I intend on enjoying every square inch of you and finding out just how good you taste. Is that entertainment enough?"
You shivered slightly at his words, a pleasant tingling shooting straight to your center at the thought of that mouth tasting you. Those lips were delicious looking, pillowy and soft, and you couldn't wait to find out what they felt like on your own...not to mention other places. God, you wanted to know what they could do to other places.
Steve took your hand, leading you away from the party and up the stairs. He turned into a room on the right, closing the door behind him. You surveyed the room, the massive king bed with the fluffiest looking pillows and comforter, the dark drapes hanging from the floor to ceiling windows, the wood paneling. This was definitely fancier than what you were used to.
Your thoughts were quickly cut off when Steve grabbed you, pushing you up against the door. His hands rested on either side of your head, his thigh sliding between your own. His face was so close, you could feel his nose slipping over yours, his breath brushing across your face as a mix of vodka and cedar invaded your nostrils. You sucked in a slow, shuddering breath in anticipation of finally tasting those lips. 
"The things I want to do to you," he rumbled and then his lips crashed into yours. You wound your fingers through his hair. His thigh pressed against your pussy and you whimpered into his mouth, rubbing against him, seeking pressure to relieve the ache. His tongue parted your lips and you opened your own, welcoming him in, his tongue instantly gliding over yours. Jesus, the taste of him was stimulating every nerve ending in your body.
Steve’s hand groped your breast through your dress, squeezing and molding it in his fingers. His hands felt just as sensational as you thought they would, his large palm completely enveloping you. It wasn't enough. You needed to feel his hands on your bare skin with a desperation you didn't know was possible. Just when you were ready to rip your own dress off, his hand slid down over your waist, your hip, gripping your ass before resting on your bare thigh. He gripped it, lifting your thigh up so it was draped over his hip. 
With this new position, Steve bucked his hips against you and you groaned. His lips, those beautiful lips, began to travel along your jawline and down the side of your neck. You sighed, your head falling back against the door, turning slightly to allow him better access. His hands grabbed the straps of your dress, yanking them down your shoulders just enough to expose your breasts to the chill of the air. Your arms were trapped against your body, the straps just above your elbows.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered, "they're even more perfect than I pictured."
He gripped your arms, turning you around and pushing you backward until you hit the edge of the bed. With a quick push, you fell back, landing on the downy soft comforter. He was instantly on you, his mouth lavishing your breasts with attention. 
"Fuck," you sighed, his lips latching onto your nipple, sucking it hard before biting down gently. You gasped at the shock but then his tongue was swirling lazy circles. Just as the throbbing died down, he did the same to the other one, an infinitely sweet torture. You could feel how damp your panties were already and wondered how you were going to make it through this if you were already this worked up. 
Steve rose up on his knees, walking his body along yours until his knees rested on either side of your shoulders. He licked his lips, his hands coming to undo his belt. 
"I want to know how that pretty little mouth feels around me," he growled, reaching in and pulling his cock out. "Open up for me, angel."
You opened your mouth obediently and Steve slid his cock past your lips. You wrapped your lips around it, wishing you had your hands free to touch him as well. You flattened your tongue, sliding it along the vein that ran along the bottom before flicking your tongue along the opening, tasting the precum that had already collected there.
"That's my pretty girl," he groaned. His hand gripped your hair as he bucked his hips, sending his cock so deep it hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, relaxing your throat before he did it again. "Yes, I knew that mouth could handle my dick. Take it all, angel."
He continued to fuck your mouth, pulling gently on your hair. You could feel the coarse hair that surrounded him rubbing against your skin, his sack smacking against your chin each time he thrust into your mouth. Shit, you felt like you could orgasm just from pleasuring him, the sounds he was making. He muttered curses, your name, groans and grunts. His head fell back, that beautiful hair flopping back, the line of his jaw hard. 
Suddenly, his cock was gone and he was off you. He yanked you to the edge of the bed, shoving your dress up past your hips. His finger danced along the fabric of your underwear, a smile forming on his mouth. 
"Damn...so wet already?" he asked, running his fingers up and down along the damp fabric. "Mmm, I need to find out if you taste as sweet as you look, pretty girl. Would you like that?"
You whimpered, nodding your head, incapable of words at the moment with his fingers teasing you to the point of oblivion. Jesus, you needed release. You were so worked up, it felt like you were a champagne bottle that was going to pop, spewing all over everything when the pressure was finally let loose.
"Oh, that's not going to do," he teased, his finger sliding just under your panties, running up and down, barely brushing over your clit, but not quite where you needed him. "I'm going to need you to use your words, angel. Tell me what you need me to do."
A soft groan escaped your lips as you said, "I need you to touch me. I need you to taste me. I need you to make me cum. Jesus Christ, please."
"Oh, I like hearing you beg," he chuckled. "Give me a little more."
"Please Steve," you pleaded as his fingers gently ran along your inner thighs, causing you to shiver. "Please touch me. I need to know what those beautiful lips feel like on my pussy. Please make me feel good."
"You really are a dirty girl, aren't you? Sleeping with a guy you just met, begging him to eat you out," he said, his voice low and husky as his fingers hooked in your panties, dragging them down your legs before he knelt in front of you on the floor. Your arms were still trapped and you wiggled your hips, desperate to get as close to him as possible. He leaned closer, blowing across your exposed pussy and you gasped, lifting your hips and whining. "So impatient..."
Then his tongue ran all the way from your entrance to your clit and you let out a sound that was somewhere between a shriek and a sigh, your back arching. One of his hands splayed across your stomach, pushing you flat to the bed. His tongue swirled around your clit before sliding down to slip inside of you. Your eyes rolled, your hips trying to rise but his hand was keeping you pinned to the bed. 
"Fuck yes..." you breathed, wanting so badly to have your hands free. You wanted to grab his face and rub yourself all over it. Fuck, he was so goddamn talented. You felt like you were rising up out of your body, watching this mind-blowing scene from above. 
"So sweet," he rumbled against you, the vibrations sending another shockwave coursing through your body. His lips pulled your clit in, sucking gently before his tongue circled again. His other hand slid along your thigh and then two of his fingers were inside of you, pumping in and out, their thick girth stretching you as he spread them apart. Your walls clenched around him, the combination of his fingers and tongue threatening to send you over the edge.
"Just like that...oh my god...don't stop...just like that...I'm going to..." you whimpered. 
"Come all over my face, beautiful girl," he whispered, his fingers twisting, curving to stroke your walls in a whole new way. 
His teeth gently ran over your clit and you shuddered, your whole body beginning to shake uncontrollably. A guttural scream clawed its way out of your throat as your orgasm ripped its way through you. Steve’s hand that had been on your stomach clamped over your mouth, muffling the sound from the party guests. His tongue never stopped moving as you rode the waves of pleasure, one right after the other. Finally, you whimpered against his hand, falling back against the bed. Every single muscle trembled, your body like ice cream melting in the sun. 
"Taste yourself, angel," Steve ordered, slipping his fingers past your lips. You sucked on them slowly before sliding your tongue all along them, in between his fingers. "So sweet, aren't you?" He gazed down at you. "Shit, you are damn gorgeous." Grabbing your dress, he pulled it the rest of the way off your body so you were completely bare. He pushed his jeans and boxers down before pulling his shirt over his head. 
Your eyes soaked in the sight of his bare skin, the lean muscles that rippled along his arms, the downy hair that coated his chest and the tantalizing strip of that ran down his abdomen leading to the patch above his cock that was even larger than the outline of his jeans had hinted at. He was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him. 
"Jesus, you are sexy as hell," you breathed, sitting up to run your hands over his chest, raking your fingers through the dark hair. Slowly standing, you pressed your lips against his stomach before moving your lips along his chest, his collarbone, his throat. You wanted to touch and taste every inch of him you could.
"Careful angel," he whispered, his hands running down your back to grip your ass, pulling you hard against him. "If you make me feel too good, I may just want to keep you."
"I may just let you," you replied, your hand gripping his cock and pumping it slowly. You were rewarded with a deep groan and it only intensified your desire to make him feel good. Bringing your hand to your mouth, you spit in it before rubbing it over him. 
"Son of a bitch," he muttered, biting his lower lip as you continued to work your hand and fingers all along his length. HIs hand slid between your folds, finding your clit, his finger running across it rapidly. Your breathing was in sync, both rapid with desire when he growled, "I am going to fuck you until you scream my name."
Steve moved you backward until your back was pressed against the wall. He hiked your leg up again and gripped his cock, sliding it along you, rubbing the tip over your swollen clit, teasing you until you couldn’t stand it anymore. 
"Please...stop teasing," you begged, your breath harsh and ragged. "Fuck me Steve. I need you to fuck me."
He smirked, slamming his full length into you. His hands came to grip your ass and you leapt as he lifted, wrapping your legs around his waist. He began to pound into you, sending your body shooting upward with each thrust. The pounding of your body against the wall could probably be heard by everyone in the house, but you could not bring yourself to care.
"You like that?" he hissed in your ear, one hand braced against the wall, the other steadying you against him. 
"Yes," you answered. "Your cock feels so good...you feel so goddamn good."
Your hands shot out above your head, splaying against the wall as your body continued to slam against the wood paneling. His cock was absolutely perfect, hitting every single delicious spot within you with each drive of Steve’s hips, stretching you more than you’d ever been. HIs arms wrapped around your back as he turned, walking toward the bed. He fell forward, never separating from you. 
"It seems a waste not to use the bed. My parents certainly don’t use it," he groaned, grabbing one of your legs and lifting it straight up in the air as he guided your body onto your side. 
"Oh fuck!" you cried, this new position opening you up to a whole new world of sensation. You gripped the comforter underneath you, burying your face in it to try to muffle the loud shrieks you could no longer control as another orgasm tore through you, even more powerful than the last. Your body tensed, back arched, and you bit into the comforter as you screamed his name.  
"Jesus, you feel so damn good. I'm so close," Steve groaned, his hips thrusting faster and harder, shaking your entire body. "Oh fuck!"
He thrust a few more times, grunting with each movement as he emptied himself completely. Blowing out a large breath, he slid out of you and flopped down next to you with a loud grunt of satisfaction. Reaching out, you laid your hand over his chest and he looked over, grinning at you. 
"Shit, I hope you’re good with it because I really might just keep you because I am definitely going to need to do that again," he teased, reaching over to slap your ass.
"I definitely might need to let you," you responded with a playful grin. 
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bedoballoons · 3 months
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─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎄𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎄
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Childe X Reader
{༻~Day 13: Giving gifts to his siblings~༺}
CW: Fluffy and sweet!!
A/n: I know I'm super late with these and I apologize!! Holidays have made it hard to find time to write but hopefully I will post at least a couple of more today!!
Christmas masterlist
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𑁍༄Childe:
You snuggled up closer to Childe, the two of you sipping hot chocolate, Santa hats on your head and the sound of his siblings laughing ringing in your ears. Schneznya was never known for the holiday spirit, but in that moment it felt like Christmas was all around you.
"I love it!! Did you make this toy brother!!" Teucer hopped around excitedly, holding up his brand new ruin guard toy like he'd just won the most amazing thing in the world. Tonia wasn't far off either, her arms filled with toys she'd thought she would only ever be able to wish for.
"Nope, these toys were made by Santa's elves remember? They work hard all year and then Santa delivers the toys to good boys and girls all around tevyat." Childe slipped off his Santa hat and carefully lifted up Teucer, sitting him on his lap so he could put the cozy hat on his brother's head instead.
Suddenly the young boy got a serious look on his face, "Should I have left out cookies for the elves too? I know Santa is the only one in the sleigh and we already leave extra for the reindeer but the elves deserves them too! We could put them in a package and ask Santa to bring them back with him to the north pole!"
You glanced at Childe, unable to hold back the giggles as you watched the gears turn in his mind, "I think that's very sweet of you Teucer, but I'm sure they have alot of cookies already. Elves mostly live off of sweets."
"Wish I could live off of sweets..OH! That's what I'm going to ask Santa for next year!"
"...oh no..."
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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Merry Christmas~*⁠.⁠✧
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cookieswithay · 3 months
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🎄Christmas Rottmnt...headcanonsish!
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(🎅Rated E for everyone!)
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• Leo, the snowman☃️
• "Okay, my little mistletoe~"
• Leo purred (with his usual charming smile.) He set his hands on the box. Sticking his fingers directly under the seams of the wrapping paper.
• "Let's see what you got me."
• With one motion, ALL the wrapping paper torn was off. Super confused and a little impressed, you looked too Donnie.
• "Leo has the "perfect" method to remove wrapping paper."
• He replied, deadpan. You snickered and looked back at your boyfriend, waiting for his reaction.
• He raised it up.
• "What's this?"
• He asked, softly. You cleared your throat. Time for the present's dramatic origin story! You sat down next to him.
• "I noticed whenever you post your "champion" pictures on Tok Tik, you only have shades and a robe hanging off of you."
• You looked down and tugged a loose thread out of your jeans.
• "So, I bought you a crown."
• "It'll look nice on you."
• ...That didn't sound nearly as powerful as it did in your head.
• Leo closed his mouth and put the his crown back in the box. He just stared at with a neutral expression. You looked around.
• "...Do you like it-?"
• The moment those words left your mouth, you were smooched and spun around in the air.
• "Oh my gosh! You are so thoughtful!"
• Leo shouted, still spinning you. You said a dizzy "yer welcome" and he finally stopped.
• "Hold on, I got the perfect thing."
• He said. He rummaged through his jean pockets. And out came the pinnacle of Christmas traditions.
• "Mistletoe~"
• Your cheeks burned. He's not gonna set you free in awhile.
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• Donnie claus🎅
• "You're my secret Santa, right?"
• Donnie asked. You nodded quickly. That was his, alright. You made the "go on" motion. Normally, you're not one to rush, but you were dying to see his reaction. Noticing your eagerness, he snickered and slowly peeled the wrapping paper away.
• He looked closer.
• "Lou jitsu: the video game?"
• You slid next to him, bumping his shoulder.
• "Uh-huh. But unlike the original that only pixels, this is remastered."
• You replied, rolling the R. Noticing all the brothers looked puzzled, you decided to go with the simple yet awesome explanation. You stood up.
• "Let's just say I persuaded Jace into remaking the game this Christmas."
• You said with a smug smile. Obviously, you let your fist do the talking. You're real, like that. Donnie shot up next to you.
• "You shook down the purple dragons for me?"
• You nodded.
• "Even got 'im add to a dlc."
• "Plot written by me, of course."
• D took a breath, kissed you on the cheek, and headed towards the bathroom.
• "Where are you going?"
• Mikey asked. (Already tearing into his present.)
• "Too much eggnog."
• Donnie said, tearfully.
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• Mikey, the red nosed reindeer🦌
• "Wow...it's so big!"
• Mikey laughed. He shook the box around. Which was bad for the gift.
• "Is it just one thing or a bunch of doohickeys?"
• You clamped your hands over his, your chest on his shell.
• "Just open it and find out."
• You said calmly, hiding your nervousness well. He nodded and got to shredding. He was gobsmacked when he saw the shinier box underneath.
• "Oh. Me. Gosh."
• "The Jupiter Jim super awesome fan box!?"
• You nodded, a little smile on your face. You gifted all the boys (and Splinter) Jupiter Jim stuff, but...your boyfriend got the best one.
• "Aw, what?"
• Leo whined in the background. You weren't sure why he was pouting. You got him the BIG set of JJ posters.
• "Posters, stickers, comic books,"
• "Ah! It's got everything!"
• Mikey looked at you with a HUGE smile. You suddenly lost your footing and was pulled into a very tight hug.
• "You're the nicest, sweetest, nicest, person ever."
• He gushed into your shoulder. You kissed him on the cheek and then realized your leg kinda hurts...Did this boy trip you?
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• Raph Frost❄
• "Can I take off the blindfold now?"
• Raph asked, reaching for it. You answered with a sharp 'no' and he totally stopped. He was pretty confused since wrapping paper is enough to cover a gift. Why all the secrecy? After some scuffling and scolding Splinter for trying to "taste test" the gift, you put your hand on Raph's.
• "Okay...you can take it off now."
• You said, quietly. He snatched the 'fold off and looked down. His mouth instantly watered.
• "You made me a cake!?"
• You nodded, getting shy. You wiped your hands wiped on your apron.
• "Funds were kinda low this year, so I could only make you somethi-"
• Raph pulled you close.
• (With one hand, mind you.)
• "Are you kidding? I can't wait to eat this circle of festive goodness!"
• "Donnie grab the plates!"
• You felt, lowkey overwhelmed. You were expecting an awkward 'thank you' and the silent treatment. But...he's super happy. About an edible gift!?
• "You're okay with gift you can only have today!?"
• You asked, still squished against his plastron.
• "Of course, I got it from you after all."
• That one sentence...melted your frozen heart. Why is he the absolute sweetest?...But, it's just for today though! You sighed and laid into on his front shell.
• "Merry Christmas, ya dork."
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Merry Christmas! This was a last minute post, but I'm glad I did it. Did you notice the difference of each reader? I hope so. Please be merry and reblog! That would make me happy. Stay warm today everyone🥰
(Reblog list: @usoppsstar, @takibikaen, @futuristicmage, @whattraintracks, @cottoncandyclown123,)
(Most of those people are the ones who read part 2 and 1 of Donnie 0 recently. Sorry if I missed you. Merry Christmas!)
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thefifthsister · 4 months
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Castlemas '23 #7: Scenic
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"Mommy, they tryna kiss me!" Reece giggles.
"I see that baby," Kate smiles at his excitement. "You wanna say hello?"
"Hewwo," Reece mutters, holding out the carrot he had for them. "Are yous gonna be bwinging Santa to my house?"
"If you're good," Castle reminds him, helping Jake and Lily with their carrots.
"I been so good," Jake assures him.
"Me too," Lily tells the reindeer. "More than my brothers." She whispers, but still loud enough that her parents catch the quip, share a smirk.
"Do you like jus' carrots? Do you want my brocoli?" Reece offers.
Kate laughs. "Sorry peanut, you're not getting out of eating your veggies."
Her little boy huffs but takes another carrot, holding it out for eager chomps, Kate making sure his fingers stay away from their teeth.
"Daddy, you got to tell them how to get to our house," Jake reminds his father.
"Don't worry buddy," Castle assures him. "Santa has a GPS like we have in our car."
"But you still get lost," Lily points out, much to amusement of her mother.
"Santa will actually use his," Kate promises. "Daddy likes adventure."
"Scenic, Kate, scenic route," Castle corrects.
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