#Squealing Santa 2021

[mrskodzuken]

Christmas Lullaby

pairing: Kozume Kenma x f!reader (feat. Kenma’s daughter, Yuki)

genre: fluff

wc: 2.3k

tw/cw: post-timeskip (reader and Kenma are married for xx years and have a child; also doting dad!Kenma), mild swearing. Also implied Filo!reader (yes, I'm kinda back with the 'Kenma-with-a-Filo-s/o' bs after a few months writing the last one last year).

a/n: this is my super-duper late entry* for @kenzumekodma's AUdvent Collab (domestic cliche/au) and @goldenshoyo / @adromedaichi's 2021 Holiday Collab (Day 18 - Holiday Songs), and also (since it's Father's Day today) for my Oh My Daddy! Collab. Thank you @memeingcheetah27 @tetsukentona @eunoji for betareading this + @xshinigamikittenx @beware-of-the-rogue for your kind inputs 🥺🥺🥺 ily all mwah ♥️ tagging @hanayanetwork @hqlabels @tokyometronetwork //more notes at the end of the post UwU

*hope I did my chosen prompts right and on point with the holiday theme *bows* i'm sorry~ /gen

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[13:40. Early December, present-day Japan.]

A notification popped up on Kozume Yuki’s smartphone, nearly startling the young business major student with its loud ping! and turned her head from side to side before checking it; she was inside the university library and doing some school work before her next class would start in a few hours. “A video post notification? From Mama’s Instagram?” she asked in a puzzling tone, grabbing her Airpods and swiping left on the notification banner to bring her directly to your video post.It was uploaded on your private Instagram account–handle name kodzuyn0504–about a minute ago, with the following caption: “January 20xx - Dada @/kodzuken1016 SINGS. And baby @/yuki.kozume loved it lol.” The thumbnail was pitch-black except for a dimly-lit white spot on the extreme right side, and her golden-brown eyes could make out a faint figure of her father sitting and carrying a small infant in his arms–her. This thumbnail alone brought back many childhood memories of her and her father. So, without a second wasted, Yuki pressed Play.

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[January 20xx. Tokyo, Japan.]

[03:14. Kozume Residence.]

You turned on your sleeping figure on one side of the bed, hand feeling through the sheets for your husband Kenma’s figure to reach and hug. “Ken…?” you mumbled, half-opening one eye and squinting through the dark for a silhouette of him. Now wide awake, you got up and sat on your side of the king-sized bed before turning on the night-light lamp, glancing at your phone’s screen that read ‘03:15’ and looking for him around the four sides of your bedroom. “Kenma?” Then you heard a soft staticky baby sound coming from the baby monitor, situated above the nightstand on Kenma’s side of the bed, a small screen illuminated in the dark, followed by Kenma’s soft yet husky awkward voice.

“Shh… Yuki-chan, you’re gonna wake Mama up.” You heard your husband chuckle as the screen flashed a top view of your daughter Yuki’s crib, blankets set aside on one side, and the baby nowhere to be found. Maybe Ken’s carrying her, you thought, smiling, as you carefully got up off the bed soundless, donned your robe and fuzzy cat slippers, and with your phone in hand tiptoed through the nursery sitting next to Kenma’s office/streaming/gaming room.

A dimly-lit ray shone through the nursery's ajar door, and you slightly peeked inside. Faint squeaking emitted from the rocking chair where Kenma was sitting, wearing his reindeer onesie over his old Nekoma VBC shirt (a Christmas gift from his former team captain, childhood friend, and Yuki’s godfather Kuroo Tetsurou… which he reluctantly accepted after some urging from you). Carefully carrying in his arms was your one-year-old daughter, Yuki, clothed in a matching Santa Claus onesie and hat (also a Christmas gift from her Ninong Tetsu).

Yuki’s tiny pudgy arms shot upward with open palms, trying to reach for the big red-rounded nose on Kenma’s onesie’s hood. “Dada… Dada…,” she squealed, tiny baby teeth peeking inside her smiling lips.

“Hm? What is it, munchkin?”

“Lalla, dada, lalla~” your daughter chirped happily, begging Kenma to sing a lullaby for her. In the years that you’ve known the famous YouTuber and gamer prior to your marriage and giving birth to Yuki, never have you heard him hum a tune or two, let alone sing a whole verse of a song. Even when you both traveled to your home country to visit your family, and for Kenma to meet your parents and ask them for your hand in marriage, when he was whisked off by your male cousins and uncles for karaoke night, he politely declined their requests to sing with them. (You, at one time, asked his best friend Tetsurou if Kenma was a bad singer, but the bastard just laughed like a hyena.)

“Want Dada… to sing you a song?” Your husband’s face softened and lowered his hooded head within the toddler’s reach, his red cheeks, and smug grin slightly hidden from your view. He sighed and brought a finger to his curved lips. “All right, then. Just one song, but don’t tell your Mama about this, okay? I don’t want her to know…” Kenma then placed a small kiss on the top of Yuki’s head. “This will be our little secret.”

Huh!? This son of a–why won’t he want me to know about his singing? You felt a small vein pop on your forehead as you noticed Kenma reaching for the baby monitor, turning it off, and setting it down on the nearby nightstand before he cleared his throat. You then opened the Camera app on your phone and set it to Video mode, aiming it at the unsuspecting father and child. Better record this and use it as blackmail, just in case tee hee~

My idea of a perfect Christmas

Is to spend it with you

In a party or dinner for two

Anywhere would do

Celebrating the yuletide season

Always lights up our lives

Simple pleasures are made special too

When they're shared with you

You couldn’t help but be taken aback by how warm, velvety, and smooth his singing voice was, the same goes for when he speaks (albeit a bit awkwardly). It made your heart soar even further and fluttered for the love of your life, the father of your child, even more.

Looking through some old photographs

Faces and friends we'll always remember

Watching busy shoppers rushing about

In the cool breeze of December

Sparkling lights all over town

Children's carols in the air

By the Christmas tree

A shower of stardust on your hair

You zoomed in on the video slightly, focusing on Yuki’s expression. She was, in your opinion, kind of entranced by his father’s beautiful singing, her eyes wide and looking closely at Kenma, her tiny mouth forming a cute ‘O’ shape.

I can't think of a better Christmas

Than my wish coming true

And my wish is that you'd let me spend

My whole life with you

My idea of a perfect Christmas

Is spending it with you

Kenma finished the song nicely without any mishaps. You stopped recording and saved the video immediately to your phone, switching back to Photo mode, just as Kenma turned the baby monitor on and put it back on Yuki’s crib. He then littered several kisses on both your daughter’s plump cheeks, causing her to giggle sweetly. “Oh my sweet little munchkin, Dada loves you very much!” he murmured, hugging his child into his arms for a while.

How cute, you thought, giggling quietly and silently taking a candid photo of them on your phone. You finally decided to go inside the nursery, wrapping the nightgown around your body more. “Hey, Rudolph! Why are you two still awake?” you asked, making Kenma jump from his seat and hold on to his daughter a bit tightly.

His reindeer head turned to your direction sharply, anxiety and embarrassment both shown on his face. “Shit… Y-Y/N! How long have you been standing there?” your husband asked, ignoring Yuki’s tiny pudgy hands patting his cheeks playfully. “I thought you’re sleeping…”

“I was also asking you the same thing, Kozume–and please, no swearing in front of Yuki,” you told him in a stern voice, ignoring his first question. Then you sighed and squatted in front of them, hand reaching out to gently rub your daughter’s plump cheek with the back of your index finger. Yuki leaned onto it a bit and nuzzled like a kitten; you chuckled. Checking your phone for a second, you said, “Yuki’s still supposed to be asleep–it’s five minutes past 4 am now.”

Kenma then carefully sat Yuki on his lap and began rocking the chair slowly to and fro, looking at you with a slight frown. “I woke up earlier and took a leak in the bathroom–don’t worry, I washed my hands before coming here–and before I went back to sleep I noticed this little Santa Claus sitting up and looking directly at the baby monitor with a pout on her face.” He adjusted the red Santa hat on his daughter’s head and grinned. “Turns out, Yuki accidentally dropped her Santa hat outside the bars of her crib and was on the verge of crying… so, I rushed in to check on her. Also, her bottle ran out of milk,” he added thoughtfully.

“What?” Your shoulders suddenly dropped their weight, and it was your turn to frown. “Kenma, you should’ve woke me up instead!” you whined, pouting like a child, and turned towards the door on the way to the kitchen, where Yuki’s sterilized bottles and baby formula are located.

“No,” your husband said in a reprimanding tone, quickly grabbing and tugging on the back of your nightgown, pulling you a bit. “You had an exhausting time at work this week, and you haven’t slept for two days straight! I couldn’t possibly let you go alone and check on Yuki without you accidentally bumping through walls and doors and cabinets and hurting yourself.”

“But–”

“No buts, Kozume Y/N. I can handle this by myself,” Kenma assured you, cradling his daughter on his chest as he carefully stood up on the rocking chair and set her down inside the crib before grabbing her empty milk bottle. “Don’t worry about me. Just go back to our room and sleep…?” His heart ached, as if an arrow pierced through it, at the sight of your saddened expression, a pout visible on your quivering lips, the same expression he saw on Yuki almost an hour ago. The gamer bit the inside of his cheek and stifled a chuckle with the back of his hand, causing your eyebrows to frown deeper and you let out a confused whimper.

“Sorry about that,” your husband apologized, clearing his throat and gently stroking your head with his hand, while he looked at you with a loving gaze. Then, Kenma thought of a bright idea, and gave you a tender kiss on the forehead. “How about the both of us sleep here, together with Yuki, in the nursery, hm? And while I prepare for her bottle in the kitchen, you stay with her and wait,” he said, cupping and caressing your cheek.

“Sounds good to me!” You replaced Kenma on the rocking chair, looking worriedly at him. “But, are you sure?”

Kenma nodded, a genuine smile flashed on his lips. “Of course! I want to help you in taking care of our daughter and I have to fully learn the art of child-rearing sooner or later. So, I practiced changing diapers and preparing the milk formula properly, and also asked my mom what she did when she had me years ago.” He walked outside the nursery but stopped near the door, turning his head at you. “I want to be the greatest dad, the greatest father that Yuki has… and I want to give you both a happy and lovable life that I could cherish for as long as I live. So, allow me to help you by being a supportive husband and father, okay? And don’t cry, please.”

You quickly wiped your tears trickling down your cheeks and smiled. “Okay! I won’t.”

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[A few minutes later…]

“Yuki-chan, Dada’s here with your bottle–?” Kenma came back to the nursery with Yuki’s new (warm) milk bottle and a big quilted blanket for you and him and saw you already snoring quietly on the rocking chair, with a sleeping Yuki laying on your chest, your arms hugging her. “Ah, they fell asleep. How cute.” He chuckled softly, setting the bottle and draping the blanket down on the crib before fishing his phone from his sweatpants’ back pocket and opening the Camera app. Your husband then took some candid snapshots of you and your daughter sleeping on the rocking chair, eventually choosing one as his phone lockscreen wallpaper, before slipping it back into his pocket.

“Yosh… time to drink your milk, munchkin~” Kenma murmured as he retrieved the baby from your arms, careful not to wake both of you up, and gently laid her down into the crib, strategically placing her milk bottle and favorite plush toy (a Hinata crow plushie) near her hands before giving Yuki a goodnight forehead kiss. “Now, then… time to rescue the princess~” Using his full strength, he carefully hooked his arms under your legs and back and carried you bridal-style, gently laying you down on the big and spacious daybed sofa adjacent to his daughter’s crib. He quickly retrieved the blanket from the crib and draped it over your sleeping figure, before snuggling himself beside you. Kenma wrapped his arm around your waist and brought you closer to him, your warm body flushed against his.

“Sweet dreams, my adorable and lovely wife. I hope you’d dream of me as you sleep,” he whispered into your lips, placing a sweet soft kiss, before he shuffled a bit and placed another one at the top of your head, nuzzling his nose through your hair and savoring your scent.

Tucking his chin above your head, he murmured ‘good night, Y/N…’ before his eyes slowly shut down into sleep.

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Bonus:

kodzuyn0504 January 20xx - Dada @/kodzuken1016 SINGS. And baby @/yuki.kozume loved it lol

kuroTetsuro wwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

kodzuken1016 (c" ತ,_ತ)

kodzuken1016 @/kodzuyn0504 how did you??????

kodzuken1016 y/n take it down pls pls PLSSSSSS 

yuki.kozume cute reindeer onesie papa 🦌🥰🥰🥰

yuki.kozume how nostalgic~ (*^▽^*)

kodzuyn0504 NO @/kodzuken1016 😈

kodzuyn0504 also i didn’t know YOU sing WELL that time wth

kodzuyn0504 AND A FILIPINO XMAS SONG TOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

kodzuken1016 yk i can hear you screaming in the next room lol

kodzuyn0504 i tried asking @/kuroTetsuro before if you’re a crooner but he 🤐🤐🤐

kuroTetsuro cuz I was forced to stfu @/kodzuyn0504 😭

kodzuken1016 😏🔪

yuki.kozume @/kodzuken1016 papa, when i get home after my exams, can i take a video of us singing a duet? And I’ll upload it on Tiktok? pretty please??? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

kodzuyn0504 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

kuroTetsuro 🥺🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻

kodzuken1016 @/kuroTetsuro stop it 🤦🏻‍♂️

kodzuken1016 hmm… sure @/yuki.kozume we can ♥️

yuki.kozume 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰

Notes:

This is another companion fic for my other works "Proposal", "Surprise!", "Pancakes", and "Dada!"

This is how Kenma's daughter Yuki looks like as a child ♥️

'Ninong' in our native language (Tagalog/Filipino) means 'godfather'.

The lyrics Kenma sung to his daughter as a makeshift lullaby are from the 90's Filipino holiday song, "A Perfect Christmas", by Jose Mari Chan.

Kenma really sings. The whole Nekoma team knew, unfortunately. How did they know? One afternoon, after club activities were over and cleaning of the gym was done and all, Kenma was the first one to freshen up in the gym's shower room. Then, as soon as the other Cats reached the room, they heard him singing in the shower, to the tune of the Pokemon theme song (lol). After that, they couldn't stop teasing the poor setter until he snapped at both Kuroo and Lev. Kenma really sings, yet he doesn't want to show it off to other people... especially his own wife! (Yuki's an exception, though 🥰🥰🥰) But, hey! Kenma can sing pop and rock songs, too (to the extent of his voice), not just anime/video game theme songs. Hmm... imo he can also do the Weathering With You theme song sung by RADWIMPS *shrugs*

I put on slash symbols in between the @ and the handle names in the bonus section of the fic coz I just noticed that Kenma's 'personal' IG handle name and a part of Yuki's are actual Tumblr blog URLs, albeit the former is a blank blog ://

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Masterlist

This is every item Panda has written since joining Tumblr*. Some exceptions have been made. This does not include my list of WIPs, because we’d be here forever, and you would be mad at me.** Edits will be made as necessary…when I remember.

If you’d like to see Panda’s original ideas, including OCs, Tickles, and most of the novels I’ve been poking on and off, follow me!

(*Split into separate posts because Tumblr hates commentary. >-<)

(**…Would you guys be interested in seeing my WIPs? Or having access to them in some capacity?)

(Sorted by Fandom, A-Z)

Among Us

Cargo Transfer (2020-)—Yes, despite appearances, this is a story based on Among Us. It’s a strange mix of universes, but I did have fun with it. I was excited to write a mystery or two.

[Technically Ao3 Exclusive!]

Family, Friends, Romance, and Tickles; Minor Violence and Monsters

            Current Word Count: 3,605

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The Avengers

Not-So-Close Shave (2019)—Uh, yeah, that’s the only one. Oops. I wrote this for Squealing Santa that year. It’s short and sweet, but I admit I remember struggling with it.

Light Romance and Tickles

Word Count: 828

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Boku no Hero Academia

Another Year Over (2020)—This was a Squealing Santa story. It’s kind of sad, but I do love the emotions in it. Plus some unique interactions that I don’t write much.

[Ao3]

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Word Count: 4,812

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[Ao3]

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Word Count: 4,186

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[Ao3]

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Word Count: 1,495

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[Ao3 Exclusive!]

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[Ao3 Exclusive!]

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[Ao3 Exclusive!]

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Word Count: 1,261

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[Ao3]

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Word Count: 3,000

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[Ao3 Exclusive!]

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Current Word Count: 3,430

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[Ao3]

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Word Count: 1,452

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[Ao3]

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[Ao3 Exclusive!]

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[Ao3]

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Word Count: 3,772

Kiss and Don’t Tell (2020-)—The only time I’ve really written a hypnosis-type of story; plus he feels bad about it the entire time. Part of me is still thinking about the final chapter.

[Ao3 Exclusive!]

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Current Word Count: 2,950

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[Ao3 Exclusive!]

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Current Word Count: 9,563

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[Ao3]

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[Ao3 Exclusive!]

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[Ao3]

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[Ao3]

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[Ao3]

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[Ao3]

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[Ao3]

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[Ao3]

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Word Count: 1,473

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[Ao3]

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Word Count: 5,462

Little Brothers’ Rights (2022)—I love Garcello so much. >w< He’s a softie.

[Ao3]

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Word Count: 4,818

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Hades

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[Ao3]

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Word Count: 1,296

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[Ao3]

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Word Count: 1,234 <Achievement Get!>

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[Ao3]

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Word Count: 2,681

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[Ao3]

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Of an Amber Autumnal (2021)—A mini exploration of a headcanon regarding Zagreus’ powers. I think it’s just pretty cute. >w<

[Ao3 Exclusive!]

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[Ao3]

Wake-Up Tickles. A Little Brother Being a Brat

Word Count: 1,066

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[Ao3]

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Word Count: 1,569

Submerged Foliage (2021)—I like writing love, okay? >w< Soft, cuddly nonsense that I don’t have. TwT

[Ao3]

Surreal and Silly. Romance and Tickles

Word Count: 1,773

Timebroken AU (2021)--A mod idea I had for Hades back in the day. Definitely staying non-canon with the sequel coming out soon. >w<

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Haikyuu!!

Becoming Rough Crows (2016)—Remember when I wrote for Haikyuu? That was fun. >w< This was the first piece of my Rough Crows AU.

[Ao3]

Bondage and some Mild Tickle Torture.

Word Count: 3,808

The Bigger They Are (2018)—Technically the first Haikyuu story I ever started, based on an RP I did with a birb friend.

[Ao3]

Tickle Attacks and Chase Scenes

Word Count: 1,408

Cold Shoulder (2016)—Another Squealing Santa story! I don’t know why, but writing from Yamaguchi’s perspective is very fun.

[Ao3]

Tickle Fights in the Snow

Word Count: 2,306

Collared (2017)—A short scene for a friend. Definitely something I loved at the time.

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Word Count: 675

The First Fox Hunt (2017)—An AU based on another set of RPs I did with birb friend. >w< Probably the only time I’ve written Bokuto.

An Amateur Thief Getting Teased by a Security Guard

Word Count: 3,912

In a Pinch (2018)—The Rough Crows AU! Set around/before the season 1 finale, I think. Hard to say.

[Ao3]

Minor Sads. Some Gentle Tickle Torture.

Word Count: 2,034

Rough Crows Have Soft Feathers (2020)—Tsukishima’s initiation into the team’s little sleepover games. >w< Technically commissioned by a friend to help round out the collection and tie up the cliffhanger left in a previous story.

[Ao3]

Some Playful Tickle Torture.

Word Count: 5,249

Something about Crows and Feathers (2016)—Yamaguchi’s initiation. >w< Like I said before, his character was so fun to play with; I refuse to believe he doesn’t have secret gremlin energy.

[Ao3]

Bonding with Teammates through Tickle Torture

Word Count: 5,969

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Iron Man

The Mechanic Returns (2013)—This one gets to be in the Masterlist because I still like it. Keep the Time Travel Disclaimer in mind if you want to talk about it. Yes, I did start writing this within hours of seeing Iron Man 3. >w<

[Ao3] [Original]

Teasing, Tickle Fights, and Criticizing a Child’s Ballistic Weaponry

Word Count: 2,583

#a panda says a thing #a panda writes a thing #tickling #panda's friends #Panda's Masterposts

[trashyswitch]

Christmas of 2021

So...This is all going to be complete honesty out of me for the next little while. ⚠️Trigger warning⚠️: Talk of depression and suicide.

So...I'm listening to the old Josh Groban album Noel, from 2007. Here's the link if you wanna check it out. This album was played every year for Christmas growing up. I loved it as a kid, and I still adore the christmas album because it's nostalgic, and because it's just a beautiful album. But...Listening this album began to bring back memories of last Christmas...Probably the worst Christmas I've ever had in my life so far...

Last Christmas, I was super depressed. I was honestly worse than Charlie Brown in that Christmas special...I was dead inside...ready to end my life...The pain was just too much for me to handle...

And yet...Something huge happened on December 16, 2021: I contacted my birth father for the first time...And that was both mine, and his big Christmas present. I sent him a picture of me...and he wouldn't stop talking about how much I looked like my birth mom...It was huge...

But that didn't stop the depression from slowly killing me inside. It...was hard trying to put on a brave face as Christmas came closer. Putting on a happy face during Christmas day was such a difficult task...no one should have to deal with pain and cover it up like that...especially on Christmas day of all days.

43 days later, on February 6, 2022...I would be in a mental health unit an hour away from my parents because I considered ending my life by overdosing on my pills...

I was stuck there for 5 days with no one to talk to, nothing to do except eat, sleep, talk to my parents and write letters about my experience in the mental health unit.

I'm...I'm scared that I'll fall into the same hole as I did last year...Just endless depression with no one to help me get out...I know I have people to talk to and I know I'm not alone...but...

The idea scares me...

I signed up for Squealing Santa 2022 so I could have something extra to look forward to. And I have a large list of fanfic prompts to do to keep me busy when I'm not working. Though it sounds like a lot, it's not. I like being busy like this.

But...

I'm still scared...

#the truth #tw depressing thoughts #christmas

[ticklishraspberries]

my past squealing santa fics!!

Looking forward to this year’s Squealing Santa event!! Make sure to follow @squealing-santa as well as @hypahticklish who is the lovely person in charge this year!! I thought, to celebrate a new year of this event, I’d make a mini-masterpost of my past SS fics!!

2015: Cold Hands, Warm Heart (Harry Potter - Remus/Sirius)

2016: Traditions (Hamilton - Angelica, Eliza, Peggy)

2017: I was the host this year, so I didn’t post a fic!!

2018: The Element of Surprise (Harry Potter - Ginny/Luna)

2019: Sharing Is Caring (It - Eddie/Richie)

2020: Little Bill (It - Bill, Richie)

2021: Welcome (Harry Potter - Harry, Ron, Hermione)

#squealing santa #tfb community

[woosansang]

That's so cool you were able to do an ateez mashup! I first read that and thought, "wow, that's so neat," so I went ahead and looked up your guerrilla challenge. You're so talented! 🕺

And oh my god, you're so right about ateez fighting for attention. I've had Hongjoong as my bias since I became an atiny but Mingi also makes me think twice. He's probably a bias wrecker! I mean, just look at him. Ugh. Woosansang (hehe) are such good bias line picks and all three of them are so talented. Especially during deja vu (when you became an atiny)! What makes you gravitate to them specifically?

I love what you said about Hongjoong and agree completely, that man is so... cool! Incredible! Amazing! I admire him so much and I think that's why I like him so much. He's so unique. There really is no. 1 like Hongjoong! He makes my heart squeal.

One last final question, do you have any Christmas plans if you celebrate or any holiday plans in general?

-🎅

ahhh thank u!! <33333333 i want to do more of their choreography as little dance challenges like that so i can actually post myself doing their dances since i didn't want to post the concert mashup video. the songs in the mashup that i learned parts for (mostly the choruses) were wonderland, inception, answer, horizon, fireworks, thanxx and pirate king. i really also want to learn wave and i sort of know deja vu in theory (i.e. i dance in the car sfdjsdfj) but i want to learn it properly

i'm putting the rest of this under a cut bc it got loooooooooooooooong </3

oh my god how do u even survive biasing TWO RAPPERS shdfus those guys are inSANE. hongjoong especially wow that man invented the word Cool. and he's so clever and wise? so thoughtful and hard working? gAWD <3 no 1 like him indeed :(((((

okay funny story actually. i became an atiny on july 17 2021 and i biased yeosang the literal second i first saw his face bc i was so taken aback by his beauty and that doesn't usually happen to me when i see a person for the first time but it did with yeo which was INSANE to me. i started biasing woo during deja vu era bc like u said, CRAZY GOOD ERA. but mr choi san....... well.... that took me a long time to come to terms with, i must admit. it was a wild ride. i can tell u the whole story if u want but tldr: i was san biased for six months without realising, and in january this year i was making fireworks san gifsets basically every day and some mutuals were like hey jazzy i think u like san DSFJSDNFSHJK

what draws me in is their dancing. as a dancer myself, i can appreciate and partially understand how hard they work and how challenging their choreography is and how much energy is required to pull off the setlists they do. i LOVE watching them dance, all eight of them, but especially wooyoung - hence, he has become my inspiration as a dancer. i also looooove listening to them sing, especially ballads. no joke, wooyoung's 12:45 cover was the thing that tipped me over the edge into admitting he was my ult bias. im whipped, what can i say <3

i nearly forgot to answer your question sdfnjsf i got so caught up in talking about ateez lmfao. christmas is a strange time for me bc my family isn't religious, but our extended family is, so we do have a christmas gathering every year for both sides of the family, but like, i don't care for it? I'm not super close to my extended family and if i could find a way to see the aunts/uncles/cousins i am close to without it being at christmas, i would much prefer to do that. however, i do love giving presents to people i love. im a gift giver. so for that, it is nice to have an excuse to buy things for them and see them, but it's not CHRISTMAS specifically that I'm celebrating, if that makes sense?

how about you, santa nonnie? are you seeing your family or doing anything for christmas?

#asked #santa anon 2022

[brooklynsbrain]

[December 2009]

"Did you get the books yet, did you, did you??"

"Yeah!" I say into the phone. "My favourite is Ruby the Red Fairy, she’s sooooo pretty!"

"She’s my favourite too!" Lauren replies.

"Just wait until you get the books I sent you. Amber the Orange Fairy is even better than Ruby!"

A pause.

"My mom says I have to hang up the phone and go to bed so that Santa will come. She says that he can tell when kids aren’t asleep" she whispers, as if Santa can hear her.

Oh no, I didn't know that.

"My mom said that Santa calls her everyday to see if I’m being good. I really really wanna be on the nice list this year!" My heart starts beating as I think about the possibility of not getting any presents.

Lauren sighs.

"Me too. Okay bye bye Brookie Cookie! Can you ask your mom if we can talk tomorrow?"

"Uh huh. Bye bye!"

[September 2014]

“I really hope we’re in the same class,” I say, nervously approaching the blue gymnasium doors.

“Me too, I don’t think I’m ever going to survive junior high without you,” Lauren turns to me, her sympathetic lips pouting outwards. 

“Oh God me neither, what if Ethan is in my class?? How am I supposed to know what to say if he flirts with me if you’re not there to see?”

“Good thing we don’t have to worry about that.” She smiles as she points to the class list, where our names are five spaces apart from each other.

We walk together side by side to our new classroom, with our backpacks as big as our dreams.

June 2021

“So I have to tell you something.” Lauren says to me, the hairs on our arms brushing up against each other as we sit on my porch step.

Ok. I swallow my fear as a million scenarios run through my head. I hated when people used this phrase, it only allowed my overthinking to indulge.

“Do you finally have a boyfriend?” I tease, attempting to cover my anxiety with playfulness.

She chuckles, “I wish! No no, it’s just that I wanted you to be the first to know that I got into UBC, I’m moving to Vancouver!!”

“Oh my god oh my god!” I squeal, aggressively flinging myself towards her, my arms wrapping her body in a bear hug. “This is so exciting! I need all the details.”

I’m smiling as big as I can, but behind my eyes there is a whirlpool of thoughts. What am I supposed to do without her? She’s my only real friend, and she’s leaving? 

“I don’t know everything yet, I only got the acceptance letter this morning. But I’ve been researching some programs and I…”

I am happy for her, truly. She deserves nothing but the best and to have everything go her way. But she really is the only friend I feel this close to, and I can’t help but feel a little sad. Are these normal feelings for someone who just found out their friend is going to their dream school? Or am I just a bad friend who can’t push her babbling thoughts aside for one goddamn moment and just be normal?

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This one is meant to show how even though I've struggled with my thoughts for years, I haven't always had to do it alone. My best friend Lauren has been there with me for as long as I can remember. And while there have been many instances in which I struggle with anxiety and overthinking when I'm with her, she is always a constant in my life; as someone who is fearful of change, it's calming.

[hypahticklish]

Some Things Change, Some Things Stay

Summary: Where Steven and Connie reunite for the holidays and shenanigans ensue.

POV/Setting: Steven Universe / Post SU:Future / Cannon-verse

Word Count: 1,334

A/N: Happy Squealing Santa 2021 to @writersonicfan91! I really hope you enjoy it! I'm squeakin' in this fic at almost the last possible moment 😅 Thank you so much to @ticklygiggles for hosting this year and for acting as a go-between for me.

~~~

There was something special about how Beach City handled the holiday season. Both Funland amusement park and it's arcades' usual carnival tunes were replaced with electronic versions of copyright free Christmas music. Each shop along the boardwalk and shore was decorated with strings of tinsel and twinkling lights; the Fry Shack and Fish Stew Pizza were obviously competing on whose set up could be more elaborate. Even Little Homeworld adopted a festive mood by mashing all the different winter holiday traditions together and celebrating them all the whole month long.

Here, the night was calm and quiet. It had only been a few months since he left but still Steven felt a bittersweet swell in his chest as he gazed upon his hometown from a hill that overlooked it. A cold breeze rustled the grass in harmony with the ocean waves gently crashing miles below. He laid back and breathed in the familiar scents. Though it was a surprise visit that he and Connie had planned, Steven was sure Garnet had already seen his arrival. Still, he was grateful for the moment that she had the foresight to either keep it to themself or keep the rest of the Crystal Gems from rushing to the outskirts of the city.

He glanced at his phone for the time and saw a text from Connie ping through.

4:43pm - Almost finished packing. Checking my list to make sure I've got everything

4:44pm - Kk, am chillin topside ♪ヽ(´▽｀)/

5:07pm - Just gotta wake up Lion - be there soon!

5:07pm -

"Awww!" Steven quickly relayed his exclamation before pocketing his phone once more. He stood up and stretched. "Okay Steven, it's only been 89 days since we hung out in person - nothing to be nervous about! We video chat every night, it's gonna be totally normal."

He casually put his hands in his jacket pockets.

He shifted his weight to one leg while the other bounced.

He twiddled his thumbs.

A visible heat shimmer rose around him.

"This feeling is valid but pull it together Universe!" He gently scolded and wiggled his whole body to release some of the pent-up energy.

A pink portal opened up a short distance from Steven with a muffled boom of a far away roar. He turned in time to see Lion charge past and Connie launching herself at him.

"STEVEN!" She gleefully cried with stars in her eyes.

An embarrassing yelp was the first thing he could get out as he caught Connie and tumbled head over heels in a protective pink bubble. Then they were laughing in a tight embrace that threatened an oncoming fusion if their emotions danced too far away from them. Lion circled round to catch them from rolling too far down the hill away from Steven's car and Connie's discarded luggage. Once they were safe, the bubble popped and left them lying in the grass.

Connie sighed and lifted herself from his neck. "It's so good to - OPE!" Lion forcefully nudged his large head into the gap between them and pushed her off to cuddle Steven. "Heeey, Liiion!'

"Aww, hey buddy, I missed you too," Steven chuckled. He hugged the massive beast and scritched deep into Lion's mane, causing him to rest his full weight across Steven's chest. Steven grunted and kicked his legs dramatically but made no actual attempts to free himself.

Connie moved to sit beside them at an angle where Steven could comfortably see her, only to be pushed over again when Lion stretched out his massive paws. "Lion!"

She was ignored. Her squinted glare and downturn pout didn't match the amusement in her voice. It was devastatingly simple for Steven to adore her.

"What?"

"Nothin." Steven smirked as she directed her playful ire his way. "Your reactions are just funny, that's all."

"Oh yea? I'll give you somethin' to laugh about!" Connie rolled out of view before reseating herself on Steven's shins.

He was giggling before a protest could form on his lips. Connie's fingertips dripped slowly across the tops of his feet from the thong strap of his signature flip flops. This methodical tickling involving gently traced anatomical shapes (the metatarsals in this case) riled his nerves into a frenzy. Steven kept as still as possible, knowing full well how ruthless she could be if he accidentally kicked her. Instead, he grabbed fistfuls of Lion's mane in a vain attempt to ground himself.

"It's winter, where are your shoes? Don't you know how sensitive feet are to adverse conditions?" Connie teased, emphasizing choice words with both tone and rapid fluttering around his ankles and the edges of his soles.

"I-hehehe-I run war-heh-horm!" Steven explained to his fully aware girlfriend. His giggles grew louder and faster with Connie focusing on the inner and outer edges of his feet. Pinned as he was by an unbothered Lion, Steven still couldn't stop himself from squirming. His shirt and jacket rode up, his jeans twisted a little around his hips and knees, and his flip flops were hanging precariously from his shaking toes.

"Fun fact: hot people tend to be ticklish."

Steven blushed and laughed a little harder at the double meaning in her smug voice. "Connie~!" The snare she had around his feet pulled away to his great relief. Until she shifted her weight and he felt her knees on either side of his. Steven became infinitely more aware of how vulnerable he had become in just a few minutes. "Oh no, no - Connie, please, I'm stuck, Connie - Lion, Lion!Get!Off!Me!" He desperately pushed at the massive cat who leaned into the pressure with a content chuff.

Chilly fingertips squished into his sides and shocked a squeal out of his system. Even colder was the tip of Connie's nose that she touched to his gem. "Why are you so cold?!" A wash of whiney preemptive snickering overtook him.

"If only the Great Diamond Authority," she said in poor imitation of Yellow while squeezing to emphasize each word in the title, "knew the savior of the universe would crumble from tummy tickles." Then, she let her fingers fly.

Joyful tears sprang to Steven's eyes immediately. He was utterly incapable of containing his reactions when his stomach was focused upon in any capacity. Gentle rubs soothed him in a cosmic way, being held or laid upon gave him a profound sense of security, kisses melted his essence to mewling goo. When his gem was included in such affections...it was a transcendental experience.

Tickling summoned the purest, giddiest laughter in all the planets combined. It summoned light to his gem that was stuttering like his frantic heartbeat. Any words Steven attempted were doomed to incoherent babbling punctuated by helpless snorts. If it were anyone but his loved ones toying with his belly, the intense vulnerability would be terrifying. But in their hands, it was unbelievable fun. And in Connie's hands, he was the happiest putty he could possibly be.

Steven was unsure how long Connie had been tickling him when Lion finally had had enough of their shenanigans interrupting his nap. The pink beast grumbled as it came to his feet and padded off toward the temple. Connie seized the opportunity to flop forward and snuggle in his place. When Steven resumed gently scritching, this time to her scalp, she sighed into a sing-song hum.

"Mmm, I missed you so much, Steven." Connie full-body squished him. She kissed beside his heart, unwilling to move her ear too far from it.

"I missed you too. And I missed this."

"The cuddle puddle or the tickle torture?"

"All of it," Steven admitted quietly.

"Good to know." He felt her smile against him. Nature's orchestra filled the quiet - wind and waves and midi holiday-ish songs. "We should probably get going soon, huh?"

Love engulfed him in the same space where anxiety had not too long ago. "Yea...soon." Steven wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of Connie's head.

#Squealing Santa 2021 #Squealing Santa 2k21 #Ss2k21 #Tickle fic #Ticklish!Steven #Stevonnie #Steven universe future #steven universe #connie mahaswaren #IOS tagging be damned I'll figure out new tags later #mine

[rosileeduckie]

Between You and Me

That’s where Dean’s happiest.

Dean is gonna have a night off whether he likes it or not. Perhaps the efforts of two of his favorite people will convince him. @wordstrings, it’s been an honor to be your Squealing Santa this year, and I beg you pardon the late gift 😅 It’ll have to be a Christmas/New Year’s gift to double the fun. I do hope it’s worth the wait and makes you smile! As always, thank you to @ticklygiggles for being this event’s awesome host and keeping it going each year ♥️ Happy Holidays to all, and to all a Merry Squealing Santa!

SFW. Potential warnings: none. Supernatural, Dean/Benny/Cas tickle fic.

Word count: 5,595

~*~

As was ever irritatingly more frequent the older he got, Dean was ready to park the car, get out, and fall asleep on any bed he landed on. Now, he was justified; he hadn’t quite reached the level of post-forty fatigue that incapacitated him after a figurative or, more concerningly or laughably, literal milk run. He and Sam had spent most of the night chasing a trio of ghouls between the cemeteries of four small Idaho towns, and then, when that was sorted, driven through the morning back to Kansas. And then, when they’d barely pulled the Impala into the bunker garage, Sam’s phone had picked up a blip of what looked like vampire activity in northern Illinois. Sam had tucked and rolled out of the car to nurse yet another bungled shoulder, and Dean was back on the highway to see if he could turn a head-start into a finished job before Sam’s first pain meds had worn off.

But in the morning. That’s when he’d make use of the head-start. For the night, he just wanted to sleep.

He silenced Baby’s purring engine and grabbed an overnight duffel from the back seat. The Impala’s keys, he slipped into one pocket, and he pulled his motel room key out of another. After unlocking the door, he edged slowly into the room, hackles habitually raised with no one watching his back. Thankfully, it was as clean and dark and typical as any other motel room, complete with a kitchenette to make coffee in when morning came, a bed to flop down onto and not move for hours, and a tv to provide cable static lullabies to fall asleep to.

Ready to be unconscious as soon as possible—but more likely after ordering some late dinner and showering to scrub away any sneaky ghoul viscera he’d missed that morning—Dean flicked on the light, set his duffel on the bed closest to him, and turned to close the door.

Nothing could have woken him up so much as the telltale sound of fluttering wings behind him in the kitchenette. Dean all but whirled around, hazel-green eyes alight as he beheld the trenchcoated angel who had appeared.

Castiel was already smiling at the expression of blatant surprise and delight Dean wore, the dark-haired man’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “Hello, De—mmph!” His usual greeting was cut off by a much more exuberant ‘hello’ from Dean, which involved introducing their lips with such fervor that it sent the angel back against the fridge behind him. When Dean did pull away, able only to bear the distance between their touching foreheads, Cas chuckled gently. “Hello.”

“Hello, yourself,” Dean replied, winding one hand in Cas’ hair and pressing the other upon his lower back as he pulled him closer for more hello kisses.

Eventually, Cas had to pull back, leaning his head against the refrigerator with a smile spread across his rosy cheeks. Dean was not deterred, kissing down Cas’ jaw and neck until the angel chuckled fondly. “Are you waiting for an invitation?”

Dean looked up at him, confused but ready to offer a sarcastic but flirty reply, and saw that Castiel’s blue eyes were not on him, but on the door he suddenly realized he hadn’t shut. He followed the direction of Cas’ grin, his own smile widening once more.

From where he stood in the door, Benny grinned crookedly. “Am I not allowed to enjoy the view?” After a beat, he cleared his throat. “But, also, yes, being invited into the room to take part in this little reunion would be nice.”

The vampire’s joke got Cas’ nose to scrunch in a smirk and Dean to huff out a laugh. “Get your ass over here, then,” said Dean, an eager little trill zipping down his spine when Benny entered the room, shut the door, and beelined toward him.

“With pleasure,” Benny purred, grabbing Dean by the belt loops of his jeans and pulling him into another equally breathtaking hello kiss.

“I—” Dean started to say when they parted from the kiss, only to be struck dumb with a happiness that made his chest ache as he looked between Benny and Cas. “How? How are you guys here? Sammy and me were—?”

“Sam may have passed on the address of your motel,” Benny shrugged, trying to look innocently despite how the corners of his lips twitched.

“After telling you of some convincing evidence of a lead down here,” Cas added.

Dean blinked as that information slotted into his brain. “That little shit’s shoulder is fine, isn’t it?” he said, shaking his head.

“Afraid you’ve been duped, darlin’,” Benny laughed.

“So the case—?”

“Was only slightly fabricated,” Cas confirmed.

“I mean, there is vampire activity here, so it wasn’t a total lie,” Benny added with a snicker.

“Sam agreed to tell you whatever would convince you to make the drive here.”

“But, before that, he had said that you needed a break, which we were happy to help with.”

“Guys—” Dean said. His mind was still spinning from having been tricked, however benevolently. It was almost out of instinct that he tried to interrupt, to slow down the tide of fondness just to stubbornly insist that he didn’t need a break; he was fine, really. Deep down, he counted himself profoundly lucky that his significant others didn’t let him get a word in edgewise and let him convince himself of that—that he was fine, that he didn’t want a break—too.

“You have a free night, Dean,” Cas said, laying a hand on Dean’s shoulder with a gentle smile. “We promise, we wouldn’t ask you away from something important.”

“Even if it’s for something as important as this,” Benny nodded, drawing Dean’s gaze once more by reaching to cradle his jaw with one hand.

“Have this night with us—”

“Or two.” Benny’s hand trailed down Dean’s chest and to his hip, grin audible in his voice even as Dean’s eyelids fluttered shut with a sigh. “Or three, or four, or—”

“Rest,” said Cas, a smile in his words as well, his hand moving to hold Dean’s lower back in case the mix of driving fatigue and teasing hands would be enough to knock the poor hunter out at the knees. “And we’ll send you off in the morning to chase the next case. But, for now, rest and—”

“GUYS.” At last, Dean’s interruption was loud enough to silence them, but he didn’t fill the empty space right away. He’d always been good at thinking on his feet and adapting to his surroundings, but, shit, they’d really caught him off guard with this loving ambush. Going from irritable from the drive to elated at the reunion to dizzy from all the talking and touching—it was a lot to adapt to. In that moment of silence, Dean took a breath, and felt something else expanding with the air in his chest. Happy. He was happy, so happy. And, tonight, he could just let himself be happy. Dean’s smile grew so fast and wide that it nearly split his cheeks, and he pulled Benny and Cas in for a hug. They adapted much more quickly, their chins hooked over either of his shoulders and their chuckling breath ruffling the hair on the back of Dean’s head. “Thank you.” In the next beat of content silence as the hunter looked over his boyfriends’ shoulders, Dean’s brows furrowed, though his smile stayed big and bright. “How are all three of us gonna fit on that bed?”

Benny hummed, angling his head so as to press a nuzzly kiss to Dean’s neck. “Guess we’ll have to get cozy.”

With a snicker, Dean tried to dodge the scruffy kisses, only to be met with hands holding his back and Cas waiting on the other side to dote similarly.

“Oh, I think we can manage that,” Cas agreed, the tip of his nose brushing Dean’s ear and his stubble tickling Dean’s neck.

Dean did wriggle out of their arms then, knowing if he let himself indulge in their nearness too early, he’d never hear nor want the end of it. Even as he cleared his throat to bury the snickers that wanted to spill out when they kissed his neck, Dean knew he was still sporting a grin and a flushed pink behind his freckles. “Only after I shower. Feel like I still got ghoul stink on me, and I wouldn’t want you guys to deal with that.”

Cas pouted, his eyes still fixed on Dean’s neck and the flush creeping down it, and ironically had to have his attention diverted by the resident vampire.

“You hit the shower and get comfy, sugar,” said Benny, hooking a hand around Cas’ elbow but winking at Dean as they made their way back to the door. “Me and Cas’ll rustle up some dinner for you.”

At the mention of food, Dean’s stomach grumbled gratefully. “Thanks.”

As the door closed behind the pair, Dean went to root through his duffel from some cleaner clothes. With fresh sweatpants, boxers, and a t-shirt under one arm, he paused to text Sam with his free hand. First was the usual all-clear and confirmation of having arrived at a motel, and then something for the occasion, calling Sam a little shit and a bad liar, but thanking him nonetheless. Sam just sent back a smiley face.

With how quickly his life could turn from delightfully dull to monstrously busy, Dean could be quite precious about his free time. Especially showers. Before living in the bunker, he’d nearly always have to cut showers short to save hot water for Sam or another hunting buddy, or because they were on a severe time crunch. His hurry today wasn’t begrudging, though. Nice and refreshing as the shower water felt, he was eager for what would come after, the time he got to spend with his two favorite people. Dean may have been too excited, though, as Benny and Cas hadn’t returned by the time he hopped out of the shower, toweled off, and changed clothes. No fuss to be had about that; Dean was sure he could entertain himself. He set his duffel on the floor and took its place on the bed, lounging comfortably after leaning over to grab from his bag his laptop and, as an afterthought, his dad’s hunting journal. It was his free time, Dean reasoned; he could spend a little of it poking around the web for the next possible case.

Dean had barely had his laptop open for ten minutes before he heard the lock in the motel door click, and he swore under his breath as he scrambled to shut the device and his journal before stuffing both under his pillow. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and trying to look nonchalant as the door opened.

“Well, look how good you listen,” Benny teased, and Dean opened his eyes just to roll them. And then widen them eagerly when Cas set a greasy-bottomed diner takeout bag on the kitchenette table. “Thought we’d have to pin you down for the whole weekend to get you to relax.”

With a chuckle, Dean pushed himself up from his bed, diverting the path to his dinner to pause and plant grateful kisses on Benny’s and then Cas’ cheeks. “Oh, the commander knows I can follow orders if I want to,” Dean said as he sat at the table, waggling his eyebrows at the angel.

Cas’ ears visibly reddened, and he avoided all eyes as he sat down on the edge of the bed Dean had vacated.

Benny sat across from him on the opposite bed, bumping their knees together with a grin. “Feel like that’s a story I definitely need to hear.”

“I would rather go back to talking about pinning Dean down for the weekend,” Cas said, casting a half-hearted glare toward Dean when the hunter snickered.

Said glare slid easily to Benny when the vampire shrugged and sat back on his hands. “If you command it, I won’t argue.”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh between bites of his burger at Benny’s prodding and its resulting in Cas sending his glare heavenward. “We’ve got all weekend, Benny. Plenty of time to tell you that story.”

“I’m lookin’ forward to it.”

After such long stretches of driving in quiet or to worn cassettes he tuned out after the third play, Dean always forgot how nice it was to just listen to familiar voices converse. So, when the silence awaiting Cas’ response stretched on, Dean looked up, only to nearly choke on a fry. The angel’s conscious attempts to avert his gaze from teasing eyes had ended up with him noticing the disturbed pillow on the bed beside him, and it had piqued his interest enough to reach beneath it and pull out the still-warm laptop. It was Dean who had to look away then, pretending to be very interested in his half-gone meal, when Cas sighed, not having to open the laptop to know what Dean had been using it for. “Oh, Dean.”

“What?” said Dean, who couldn’t save himself from replying by continuing to eat when his mouth was suddenly dry. “Nothing. It’s porn.”

Benny snorted at that, reaching over to grab the journal from under the pillow as well, turning it over in his hands and realizing what Dean had been trying to hide. The vampire shook his head and tsked. “I was joking, but maybe pinnin’ him down for the weekend is the best thing we can do to get him to relax.”

With a hum, Cas nodded. “I agree. Especially if we tickle him. He won’t want to do anything else, then.”

“Oh?”

It was hard for Dean to chew when his heart was pounding in his ears. While, yes, Cas was right—Dean being pinned under his two much stronger partners and tickled until he was too hoarse to make excuses about a hunter’s work never being done and too happy to want to do anything but cuddle was probably the only way they could get him to relax—he didn’t have to talk about it so casually. Not when just thinking the word made giddy butterflies take flight in Dean’s stomach, made him ache for touch (even more than usual). The hunter swallowed, cleared his throat. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here.” Even he could hear how thin his voice sounded, knew how unconvincing the statement was when heat flushed up the back of his neck.

Dean had finished his fries before he realized the silence was stretching on again, and, when he looked up, he realized that Cas and Benny had taken his words as a request to not talk at all, and instead to just watch and wait for him to finish eating, their smirks patient and hungry.

“Okay, that’s worse.”

At least, some of the tension making Dean’s neck hairs rise dissipated when Benny snickered at that. Dean was able to duck his head before his cheeks went too pink, busying himself with the tv remote conveniently on the table beside him. His food was fully gone, and he was in a vulnerable state with nothing to focus on other than his companions.

“Dean,” said Cas.

Taking the last swig of his beer, Dean hummed in reply.

“Don’t make me make you come here.”

Suddenly, Dean was standing before them, hands in his pockets and lower lip between his teeth. Logically, he knew he must have cleaned up his dishes, turned away long enough for Cas to have miracled the beds together and for he and Benny to have moved to sit at the foot of the now single huge bed. He knew Cas hadn’t made him approach, but had let him. Hopefully the last thing he’d need the strength for that night, to let himself be vulnerable.

Cas stood up to cradle Dean’s jaw in his hands, blue eyes warm and gentle. A twitch of the angel’s lip was the only warning Dean had before the hunter was thrown and tackled to the bed, pinned beneath Cas’ wait laying atop him as well as two devilish grins. Between the long stiff hours of driving and now the excitement bubbling in his chest, Dean couldn’t help but struggle under Cas’ hold, even as his own smile grew wide and his heart hammered happily. Practiced and powerful, Cas was unfazed by Dean’s wriggling, holding fast by crab-clawing his hands down Dean’s sides and diving in to kiss his neck when the hunter’s head fell back in merry chortles.

“Thought angels were supposed to be more graceful,” Benny teased when Cas’ hands got too near Dean’s waist, making the hunter shriek and buck and nearly unseat the angel.

“By definition only,” Cas replied with a chuckle. His hands abandoned their downward trek in order to pin one of Dean’s wrists and scribble under his arm. Dean wailed and flailed and gripped the back of Cas’ coat with his free hand, writhing out of reflex but clinging so as not to get too far away. “But, please, you are welcome to demonstrate more grace while tickling him.”

“Oh, it would be my pleasure.”

Dean couldn’t even properly catch his breath when Cas withdrew his hands and rolled off him, too busy already giggling and stammering, “Wait, wait wait—!”

Benny’s fangs were sheathed, but Dean would have sworn he saw them gleaming as Benny swung a leg over Dean’s thighs to take Cas’ place holding him down. “No can do, darlin’.” The hands Dean had instinctively wound in the collar of Benny’s shirt, Benny gently pried loose, kissing the pulses in Dean’s wrists—thundering in panic and delight—before clasping their hands together and pinning Dean’s down on either side of his head. “I’ve got a lot of time to make up for, bein’ as Cas got longer to get familiar with all your lovely spots, don’t you think?”

When Benny’s eyes meandered down from Dean’s face to his chest to his stomach, the pinned hunter wriggled subconsciously. “As much time as I have with his!” Dean said, his wobbly smile going smug for the briefest second when he saw Cas blush in his periphery.

Relief like the scorching sun dipping behind a passing cloud fell over Dean when Benny’s teasing grin was aimed at Cas. “That so? Angel’s ticklish, too?”

“Another time,” said Cas rather than affirm or deny.

Benny tipped his head and turned his gaze back to Dean. “You’re right. For now, it’s all about Dean.”

And Dean was burning all over again. He was sure Benny would be able to almost taste the hunter’s blood for how it rushed to his cheeks when Benny leaned down to whisper lowly in Dean’s ear.

“Uh-oh, big bad hunter,” Benny crooned, grinning all the wider when Dean’s legs twitched under him in a half-hearted attempt at escape. “Looks like a monster’s finally gonna catch you. Why fight it?”

“Because—!” But Dean could squeak out no more of an excuse when Benny growled playfully and moved Dean’s hands higher, fully extending the pinned hunter’s arms above his head on the bed. The vampire hardly needed to hold them down for how jellylike Dean felt his arms becoming.

Benny’s growl transitioned seamlessly into a gravelly chuckle that made the hairs on Dean’s arms rise. “Why fight it, if that’s really all the fight you’re gonna give?”

Dean’s heart was pounding loud enough to fill the space his lack of response left vacant, loud enough for one soul-attuned angel and one keen-eared vampire to hear clearly as eager and elated rather than fearful and flighty.

“Good,” said Benny, brushing the tip of his nose against Dean’s, smile softening but still crooked with mischief. “No need to fight this monster.” His gaze slid toward Cas. “But just in case…”

Cas must have taken the hint, because one touch to his wrist and Dean felt his arms freeze in place under a blanket of grace. Dean wanted to groan, but his breath was stolen as Benny sat back, fingertips winding a teasing trail down his arms, hopscotching over his armpits, and coming to rest on his chest.

With a wink, Benny moved from atop Dean in favor of reclining alongside him. “Thanks, Cas. Feels like you’ll be able to critique my tickle monstering better like this, don’t you think?”

“Mm,” Cas agreed, smiling as he mirrored Benny’s position on Dean’s left side. His eyes sought Dean’s, listening with ear and soul for even the tiniest flicker of dissent from the hunter. Dean’s cheeks flushed impossibly warmer when he realized Cas would find none; Benny had been right about there being no fight in Dean for tonight.

After the adrenaline rush of anticipation Dean had been riding, it was a relief to laugh when his partners finally attacked. Uncoordinated at first, just because he’d been wrecked by Cas’ fingers so many times while Benny was new to this play, but by no means ineffective. Dean instinctively tried to hide his flustered face and stifled giggles as Cas’ fingers fluttered devastatingly and delicately around his belly and along his ribs—the angel’s favorite places to start when he was planning on giving Dean tickly affection for a good long while. The hunter tried to bite his lip against a squeal when Benny’s calloused but gentle hands tickled under his arms and down his side. Dean was used to Cas’ style, quick and featherlight with occasional bout of merciless tasering or squeezing; Benny’s was another matter entirely. Unhurried and relishing every titter, Benny set his hands dancing with the gait of a slow starburst, blunt fingernails sweeping over every jumping nerve as they moved in and extended out. When those lazy but evil spiders focused all their attention under Dean’s arms and along his chest, Dean snorted and ground his heels into the mattress before succumbing to broad-grin chortles that had him throwing his head back against the pillow.

When his eyes weren’t scrunched tight from the width of his smile, Dean occasionally caught the fond gazes of his partners, eyes glowing with warmth at seeing him so happy. Dean couldn’t have said if that was more flustering, or the fact that Cas was coaching and encouraging Benny’s technique every so often with a nod or a chuckle. When the angel tipped his head, Benny followed, and Dean’s gasping reprieve lasted about two seconds before their hands zeroed in on his lower stomach and set him wriggling with a fresh bout of quaking laughter. The ticklers’ hands danced around one another atop the soft pudge under Dean’s navel, Cas’ fingers fluttering quick and digging in sporadically like a sudden rain while Benny’s slow and steady and unyielding movements crossed Dean’s skin like thunder. Together, they had Dean cackling and twitching like his nervous system had been struck by lightning; if the rest of him was washed away in the deluge, he wouldn’t have noticed, too enamored with the touch of his lovers and the laughter ache in his chest.

Dean didn’t see the signal to do so, but he felt both pair of hands withdraw from his belly, albeit leaving teasing phantom tickles still tingling under his skin, as well as Cas’ index and middle finger touching the hunter’s sternum and blessing him with a rush of healing air into his heaving lungs. It was like a second wind, rejuvenating his body that had gone pleasantly and familiarly boneless and peaceful from laughing so hard but not diminishing the increased sensitivity in his nerve endings from the session either. It was good, since, when his sweatpants were shimmied down just enough to bare his hips, the hunter’s fight or flight instinct would have kicked in and sent him torquing against his bonds whether or not he had the energy for it.

It wasn’t the thunder-and-rain fingers that touched down on his most ticklish spots, though. No, it was lips, soft and warm and framed with scruff, that doted his hips with featherlight affection and made Dean howl. Stubbly kisses were everything good and everything awful all at once. One part soft kisses that, on his hip bones, usually had him giggling and melting, and one part scratching that had him thrashing and shrieking. Without pausing in planting kisses, Cas touched Dean’s thigh, divinely locking it in place to prevent Dean from interrupting the torturous attention he so loved. Jerk.

Dean hadn’t meant the thought to slip out—he wasn’t exactly thinking coherently enough to be aware of thoughts beyond ‘breathe’ and ‘please’—but Cas evidently took the insult as insolence worthy of further playful punishment, because the angel bit back. Literally. Delicately and deliciously, Cas nibbled along the outer ridge of Dean’s hip, nuzzling the bowl of the bone with his stubble as he went. Add to that Benny taking advantage of Dean’s frozen leg to tickle the underside of his thigh, and Dean was screaming. Only briefly though, as the onslaught was intense enough to drive him to silent, wheezing hysteria in seconds. No heavenly mercy could save him from this gay wrath. Not that he ever wanted it to.

He was only human, though, and, when his first bout of being tickled to ecstasy needed to wrap up to keep his lungs from popping with exhaustion, Cas nodded to Benny, and the tickling and binding grace faded away, leaving Dean to catch his breath through raw-throated gasps and a lasting dopey smile. Cas sent another rush of air into his lungs, and Benny kissed his way up Dean’s side, and they both lay alongside him for a cuddle as he came down from cloud nine.

“Now,” said Cas, brushing tears from Dean’s eyes and hair from his forehead, only to chuckle when Dean groped for the angel’s and the vampire’s hands to hold, “what have you learned from this?”

The hunter’s deep exhale was still wobbly with giggles as he replied, grinning, “There’s way more fun things to do on vacation than research.”

“In the ballpark,” Benny snickered.

Cas shook his head with a small smile. “We can try again tomorrow.” His smile only grew as Dean’s heart cantered excitedly at the thought. “First, you should sleep.”

Dean’s eyes usually got heavy after a thorough tickling, but, as he glanced over Benny at the bedside clock, he saw it was definitely late enough to turn in for the night. He almost felt bad for having had dinner so late, but the workout he’d just gone through took the guilt away. He was too happy to care, anyway.

“We tucker you out enough, darlin’?” Benny teased, pressing a kiss to Dean’s temple when the hunter hummed affirmatively. “Okay. Don’t fall asleep before I get back though, alright?”

Dean turned on his side to snuggle his back into Cas’ chest and properly enjoy the view as Benny got up to walk away. Only then did Dean’s eyebrows furrow. It was sleep time; sleep time meant snuggle time, even if Dean was the only member of the trio who needed sleep.

“Cas,” said Benny over his shoulder, “be a dear and hand me our suitcase?”

The angel lifted a hand to snap his fingers before slipping an arm around Dean’s waist. In a blink, a change of nightclothes appeared in Benny’s hand.

With a nod, Benny stepped into the bathroom and shut the door with a smile and a, “Thank you kindly.”

Dean leaned back into Cas’ arms, closing his eyes as the angel kissed the freckles up the back of his neck. The hunter felt warm inside and out. On one hand, he wanted to sleep so tomorrow would come faster, so his boyfriends weekend could continue. On the other hand, he wanted to stay wrapped up in the safety and serenity and afterglow of that moment forever.

Benny returned in clothes that would be more comfortable to lay down in and swapped places with Cas as Dean’s big spoon. Cas could have snapped his fingers and just given himself and Benny some pajamas, but, Dean knew, they were all quite sappy about the feeling of domesticity and comfort of returning to their partners awaiting them. Getting up from a snuggle sandwich for any reason was often laborious, but getting to walk back to it and see a space left open to be filled was as sweet as rejoining the cuddle itself.

His eyes have closed of their own accord as he mused amidst his leftover giggle-high, Dean jumped a little when Benny’s hand around his waist began to make slow, lazy laps under Dean’s shirt and around his belly button.

“Vampires are gluttons, you know, Dean,” Benny whispered, kissing Dean’s pink-tinged ear. “Seeing you laugh like that, I just might not be able to resist.”

Dean curled up, ducking his head away from Benny’s lips but not escaping the shivers his words left behind. “Benny,” he huffed, too tired to hold back a few giggles.

“Shh,” Benny teased, pulling Dean back against his chest and finding little resistance. “You don’t want to ruffle Cas’ feathers now, do ya? You’re supposed to be resting.”

The hunter was about to bite back that he had been resting before a certain vampire had roused him, but Dean bit his lip instead. “Ruffling his feathers is a good start.”

Benny’s hand slowed to a stop, and he leaned in interestedly. “What did ya say, sugar?”

“You asked before if Cas was ticklish,” Dean said, closing his eyes once more with a grin. “He showed you my worst spot, so I’m returning the favor.”

“Good to know,” Benny chuckled. “After we get you some breakfast tomorrow, maybe you can give me a tour of his sensitivities yourself, though I know I can take your word for it. S’more fun, don’t you think?”

Dean nodded, pinching his lips together when Benny’s fingers began skating around his stomach once more.

“Unless you feel awake enough to show me now. Otherwise, I’m happy to keep doing this.” Benny’s little finger brushed the edge of Dean’s hip, and the hunter jumped again. Euphoric as the evening’s play had left him, Dean knew he needed to sleep, which wouldn’t happen if he let Benny indulge his tickle-hungry tendencies anymore tonight. However, drifting off to the sound of Cas’ low giggles—that, Dean knew he could do.

When Cas returned, he lay down facing Dean, enveloping him into the cuddle and kissing his collarbone before drawing up the blankets. Perhaps he’d thought Dean had drifted off already, because he twitched in surprise when Dean encircled and arm under and around the angel’s back, pulling him tight against himself with a yawn.

“Cas, I’m sorry for this.”

Dean’s eyes were still closed, but he could practically hear Cas’ brow furrow. “For—?” And then rise sharply when Dean’s hand, splayed upon Cas’ upper back, began to scribble languidly between his shoulder blades. “Dean—!”

“Benny’s threatening me.”

“I wasn’t threatening,” Benny chuckled, shifting to look over Dean’s shoulder and watch the angel pinch his lips together on a smile. “I was teasing.”

“So I have to show him where to tickle you until I fall asleep.”

Cas groaned, and Dean couldn’t help but crack an eye open when the angel let slip a few stray giggles.

Dean kissed Cas’ cheek, wrapping his other hand around the back of Cas’ thigh to hitch it up and within reach of impish fingers. “Don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

The angel pressed his forehead against Dean’s, smiling big enough now that his eyes shut and his nose scrunched up. “I—! I didn’t say that; I just want you to get some rest—!”

“I am resting. My eyes are closed,” Dean replied, making it so. He didn’t need to see anyway, not to scritch his fingers up the side of Cas’ thigh and over to the edge of his shoulder where he knew the best spots hid. “I’m sleep-tickling.”

“And sleep-teaching,” Benny added, audibly grinning down at the pair of them. “Real well, too.”

Cas seemed to resign himself to his fate, squishing his face half into the pillows and half into Dean’s chest, thankfully able to keep anything louder than gentle, low laughter at bay since Dean was targeting his worst spots with only light touches. Dean sighed as Cas’ sweet chuckles rumbled against his chest, spurred from the blissful hum only when Benny snickered in his ear and gave an encouraging pinch to his hip. The vampire wasn’t mean about it either; Dean knew when his fingers were slowing and could tell Benny was just gauging if he was still awake. For as long as he could, Dean hung on to the heavenly moment of shared warmth and laughter and contentment, but Cas’ giggles were growing quieter, and Benny was playing with Dean’s hair, and their breathing was slowing to keep time with his, and eventually Dean couldn’t help but drift off into sleep.

He'd wake to find himself still wrapped in Benny and Cas’ embrace, complaining about a stiff spine and arms until they tickled the morning grumpiness out of him. They’d lain all night with him, after all, just to keep Dean company even as he slept, to sandwich him in safety and sweetness. What had he learned, when asked that morning? That he had the best partners ever.

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[helloitsghost]

Different type of energy

Hi :D this is my fic for @fanfic-chan in @ticklygiggles squealing Santa :P this is the first time I’ve ever wrote a fic and I wanted to give it a shot and I had a lot of fun writing it (also thanks to @giggly-squiggily for helping me cause trust me this wouldve been absolute doo doo without her help trust me😟) anyways enjoy hopefully you like it :DDD

Summary: idrk how to best describe but hinata is nervous about karasunos upcoming game against shiratowiza and to distract himself he’s more hyper than normal but suga notices and gets asahi and Daichi to help hinata calm down :D

It was late after practice the boys just finished and we’re extremely tired from the drills coach put them through after all they did have a game with shiratowiza coming soon. However a certain person just didn’t want to rest and was still jumping around asking for more to do and more time to practice, who may this be you may ask? Well no other than Hinata mf Shoyo, and as usual Hinata wanted to stay even longer to practice. Now most of the boys have already left home except for Hinata and the three 3rd years who were just cleaning up the gym ready to go home themselves. “Suga-San please just 5 more minutessss” Hinata begged. “I’d love to but im really tired aren’t you?” The tired gray haired boy who honestly lives up to his appearance with that gray hair being all stressed anyways I'm off topic asked. “NOPE I have so much energy left I can spike 2000 balls right now!” Hinata exclaimed. Suga looked at him in shock “how the hell this kid got so much energy?” He thought. Though as suga watched hinata running about practice he noticed something in him, almost something more tense and worried. Worried about his friend, Suga went up to Asahi and Daichi to get their thoughts. “You have a point as energetic as he is he did seem more what’s the word…anxious today” Daichi said. “You think it’s cause of the game coming soon?” “Well of course it'd have to be asahi there’s no other explanation” Suga stated. “How do we get him to calm down though I understand being nervous but this is a whole new level” Daichi asked while watching Hinata literally bouncing off the walls. “Hmm…OH I GOT IT!” Suga exclaimed. “Ok so here’s what we do” Suga said as he explain his plan to the others. The others agreed and devised their plan. “Hey Hinata can you come here for a second?” “Yeah what’s up suga-San?” Hinata perked. “Just wanted to see how your doing are you nervous for the game coming it’s ok to talk to us we’re your friends for a reason” Suga said calmly. “What? Me? Nervous? Nahhhh totally not I’m perfectly fine see?” Hinata said not wanting to worry his friends. “…yeah no that’s a lie. Asahi grab him.” “Wait wha- AY HUH WHATS GOING ON WHY AM I UP IN THE AIR?!” Hinata exclaimed. “Oh sorry hinata.” Asahi said worried as he lowered him down a lil. “Your really bad at lying you know that?” Suga quipped. “Ayy that’s me-EAHEAHAEHAEN” Hinata laughed as suga started to tweak at his ribs. “Just relax idk what you're being so loud about hinata” Suga teased as he moved down to his sides” “HEHEHEHHEHEEHHEY SUHUHAHUHAHGAHAHA I CAHAAHAHAHANT” “oh sure you can- AY DAICHI STOP STANDING THERE LIKE A STATUE AND COME HELP WILL YOU?” Suga yelled at Daichi on the other side of the gym. “Ok ok fine I’m coming I’m coming” Daichi said hustling over, “ok what do you want me to do?” “Get his legs, ribs, stomach, hell his freaking hair just SOMETHING man you're not gonna get any older just standing there” Suga quipped. “AY YOUR OLDER THAN I AM!” “With that attitude I’d say the opposite” Asahi chimed in. “Why y'all so mean to me? I did nothing but fine here” Daichi said as he scribbled his fingers on Hinata's knees. “AHAHAHA GUYS PLEAHEHEHEASE” Hinata screamed. “Not until you’ve calmed down” Suga said as he digged into his stomach”. “AHAHAHA OK OK AHAH OK IM CALAHAHALM IM CAHAHAHALM” Hinata finally screeched. The 2 immediately stopped letting Hinata take a breather as Asahi set him down gently to catch his breath. “Thahaht was cruheheul” Hinata said out of breath, “maybe but how you feeling now after all that?” Suga asked. “A lot better actually, thank you I needed that. “Anytime hinata we’re your friends you can always count on us” Suga said cheerfully as Daichi and Asahi agreed. He was right, Hinata always saw the third years as people he must respect but it wasn’t until now he remembered. That they are also his friends and will always be there when he needs them. ~tada end :P

Also originally I wanted to add a lil art of the fic (since honestly I’m much more better at art than writing) but sadly I didn’t get time to do it soooo…….. Enjoy some chibi festive shoyos I did :DDDDDDDDDDD

#squealing santa #squealing Santa 2021 #Ss2021 #haikyuu #lee!hinata #ler!suga #ler!daichi #ler!asahi

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Jake And Amy’s Laugh-filled Firstmass

A tickle fic for my squealing Santa....@aprilssecretblog !!

The prompt was anything Brooklyn 99, so I cooked up some JakexAmy for you. Hope you like it, and have a happy holiday season!

Jake Peralta woke up on December the 25th at 10:am, greeted immediately by a spam of texts from his best buddy Boyle.

“Merry Firstmas!”

“Merry Firstmas!”

“Merry Firstmass!” and so on.

Though it was rather cruel, kicking Charles off of the 99 group chat was probably one the best things Peralta had ever done. (And the smartest, Amy had added. Jokingly he hoped.)

He turned around in his sofa to see his beautiful girl. Well, she wasn’t his, as in, his his. But she was his lover, and she was a girl. Jake leaned down to kiss Amy’s forehead, “Merry Firstmass babe”.

Amy didn’t respond, not even a grumble. She was clearly still in dreamland, her ponytail whipping over her pillow like a swan resting on a lake. Peralta decided that he would make his girlfriend a surprise Firstmass breakfast.

He slipped on his slippers, brushed his teeth and entered the kitchen. What would he make Amy? Pancakes? Too cliche. Toast? Too average. French toast? Eww, that has eggs in it, and you definitely don’t wanna know where those come from. Jake couldn’t decide, and while he was deciding, he felt a hand nudge his shoulder.

“AH GHOST!”, Peralta screeched, jumping in the air. He turned around swiftly and was both relieved, embarrassed and maybe even a little disappointed that it was just Amy. He could tell that his girlfriend was highly amused, so he lay his elbow on the counter with confidence.

“Good morning agent Santiago”, he said in a deep, Holt-like voice, “I was just in the process of making you a morning meal, plain toast with nothing on it. The perfect flavourlessness for a jolly Christmas morning”.

Amy smirked and wrapped an arm around Peralta’s shoulder, “Aww, you were making breakfast for me, that’s so sweet”.

Jake chuckled and gently soluted, “It’s cause I love you”.

“Ugh, stop being so cheesy”, Amy groaned, before kissing Jake’s lips.

“Cheesy?”, Jake said when they departed, going back to his Holt voice, “Why that’s not even a real world. I expected much better of you Santiago”.

Amy chuckled, “Oh stop it with the act. I caught you doing something embarrassing on Christmas morning, so what?” 

“Don’t end a sentence with So What”, Jake said, straightening his back, “And I’ll have you know, I am not embarrassed”.

Amy raised an eyebrow, “Oh really?”

“Not in the slightest. And I didn’t think you were a ghost either, nor was I disappointed that you weren’t”

Amy playfully slapped him, “Hey!”

“What?”, Jake said, returning to his real voice for a moment, “Iv’e just always wanted to see a ghost. Anyways”, he returned to his deep voice, “My levels of embarrassment are neither hither not nither”. 

“Oh come on Jake, that’s not a real expression”.

“Is it not?”

“No”.

“Forgive me Madame, care for a jolly Christmas morning binging of Die Hard?”

Amy rolled her eyes, “I’ll agree to watch one movie of Die Hard with you if you drop the voice”.

Jake shook his head, “What voice Madame”.

Amy rolled her eyes again and reached out to poke Jake’s sides. He squealed, causing Amy to start laughing.

“Oh Peralta, you wouldn’t be able to keep up that voice if your life depended on it!”

Jake regained his composure and straightened himself out, “I certainly would not”. 

“Would too!”

“I certainly would not.”

“Would too!”

“I certainly wo-hey-hey-hehe!”. Amy had interrupted her boyfriend with fingers lightly squeezing at his sides. 

“Agehent Santi-hiago! Thihis is nohot the appropriate proceduhure!”

Amy just smiled, loving her goofy boyfriend more than anything, “I’m sorry Captain Peralta, but your just too cute for me to resist!”

“I am not cute!”, Jake argued, before Amy reached under his arms, making his voice go up by ten pitches.

“I ahahaham a mahahahan ahahahnd you wihihil treat me ahahs such!”

Amy giggled, “Title of your sex tape!”

“Hey!”, he whined through his laughter, not able to escape Amy’s grip as she went on to tickling his very sensitive tummy; “Thahahats my lihinine!”

Amy stuck her tongue out, “Well too bad”.

She than started spidering her fingers up, down and around his belly and navel.

“Ahahaha! Okahahay Stohohohop!”

Amy did as she was asked, a huge mischevous grin still on her face.

Jake panted, releived, (and maybe even a little dissapointed), that his tickle torture was over.

“Merry Firsrtmass to you too”, Jake said, smiling dorkily up at the most gorgeous woman that he’d ever laid eyes upon. 

“Firsmass?”

Jake sighed, “It’s a Boyle-ism. It’s our first Christmas as a couple, Firstmass”.

“Hmm”, Amy said, “Why do I actually like that Boyle-ism?”

The two lovebirds walked to the couch in front of the TV, and snuggled together while Jake held the remote.

“Watching Die Hard to celebrate Christmas is the most Jake thing that has ever existed”, Amy remarked, before kissing him again gently.

“Oh what, it’s a Peralta Christmas tradition!”, Jake defended. Than, he muttered something under his breath, barely audible.

“Maybe we could make tickle fights ours”.

Amy hadn’t heard it all, but had heard “tickle” and “ours”. She smirked and poked Jake’s side, “What was that?”

He squeeked, “Nothing”.

Amy put on the biggest smile, before resuming her ruthless tickle attack on Jake.

The way Jake squirmed and laughed crazily, despite never asking her to stop, was one of the greatest Christmas gift she’d ever recieved.

But of course, a tickle fight had to be two-sided, and Jake soon discovered that detective Santiago was rather ticklish herself.

Merry Firstmass!

#brooklyn 99 tickle #squealing santa #squealing santa 2021

[happyandticklish]

Will you do squealing santa this year?

I am participating, yes!! I've already received the fic assignment! ^^

#non tickling #asks #answered ask #squealing santa #squealing santa 2021 #personal

[ricciardonorrisleclercgasly]

Ugly Christmas Sweater || George Russell

12 Days of Fic-mas: Day 5

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Requested: No

Pairing: George Russell x Reader

Warning: bit angsty, bratty George.

Through George’s many protests you still manage to get your annual ugly Christmas sweater photo.

Ever since you could remember, every Christmas, you would don an ugly Christmas sweater, sit in front of the tree and take a photo. You had every single one of these photographs, from your very first ugly Christmas onesie to last years light up Christmas tree jumper, and this year was not about to be any different.

Well maybe it would be a little different because this year you had George, although you had met each other a very long time ago it was only when you shared a new years kiss with him to welcome 2021 that you realised your true feelings. You loved George and George loved you, not that either of you had said it yet, and this would be your first Christmas together, you wanted him to be apart of your Christmas tradition.

"What about this one?" you held up a sweater to your friend.

"nah not ugly enough" she replied

"this one?"

"not flashy enough"

"this one?"

"not bold enough"

"I'm never going to find us the cutest ugliest sweaters!" you sighed throwing everything back on the shelves. You had been trying to find the best Christmas sweaters for you a George for hours and nothing was good enough, they needed to match and they needed to be ugly was it really that much to ask for? You moved off to the next store with your friend and out the corner of your eye you spotted a dingy, badly lit shop, "Christmas Gifts R Us" the sign read with a rather deflated looking Santa outside, it couldn't hurt to look. You dragged your friend inside and started to look around. Then at the back of the store, almost hidden out of sight, you saw it. "This is perfect!" You squealed picking up the sweater. At first it seemed like your standard run of the mill Christmas sweater, badly knitted, an awful colour and patterns of reindeer and santas and holly across it, until you noticed its size and the fact it had two neck holes and only 2 sleves. A christmas jumper for two! "That's certainly something y/n" your friend laughed. You paid for the sweater and headed home.

Now George was not an ugly Christmas sweater kind of guy, he was always dressed in the latest of fashions, nothing was ever off-trend for George.

"Georgie!" You called into the house, signalling your arrival. He trapsed into the living room in grey jogging bottoms and a plain white t-shirt, even in this he still looked on trend. "So you know how every year I take an ugly Christmas sweater photo?" You asked him.

"Yes.." he said raising his eyebrows at you.

"Well this year I wanted you too be in it too so i bought us this!" You said throwing the bag in his direction. He opened it up and held out the monstrous Christmas Jumper.

"Absolutely not. I am not wearing this" he laughed. It stung a little that he didn't want to be a part of your tradition. "I'll be in your photo, I'll wear a Christmas jumper, but I am not wearing that!" He reiterated.

"George it's christmas, you don't need to be in the latest fashion all the time!" You laughed. "I'm not!" He protested, "I just like to look good. It's not my fault you're happy looking like you stumbled out my grandma's wardrobe" starting to raise his voice a little, you looked at him, taken aback by his words. "It's not my fault you need to look like you've stumbled off the set of a vogue shoot." You shouted back at him.

"So you admit it. I always look good"

"I admit you always look vain!" Your words were like daggers, trying to protect your own ego.

"If thats how you feel why am I here?!" He shouted, throwing his arms in the air. "I'm not doing this Y/N. I'm going out" he frowned, his voice dropping low and stern.

"Fine" you said, a single tear slipping down your face as he grabbed his coat and stormed out.

You sank to the floor of the living room. You couldn't believe he couldn't put his ego aside for one minute to take a photo with you. Your anger quickly turned to upset when you realised what had just happened, a week before Christmas and you were sat crying on the floor with George god knows where, doing god knows what, and mad at you. You headed up to the bedroom to start putting your shopping away.

'I'm sorry George." You text him, with no reply.

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"Y/N!" You hear George call as he reentered the flat, you trudged along the hallway to find him, unsure if you really wanted to see him right now but also sort of relieved he was home. You could hear the gentle ring of christmas music as you walked through the house. When you opened the door you saw the lights dimmed with all the Christmas lights twinking. George sat in front of the Christmas tree wearing his half of the most hideous Christmas jumper ever. It brought a tear to your eye, but a happy tear this time. "George you didn't have to" you said sitting down next to him.

"No but I wanted to Y/N, I'm sorry" he said wrestling your half of the jumper of your head. You messed around taking photos together in your ugly Christmas sweater.

After you were satisfied with the pictures you had taken you laid your head on George's shoulder. "I love you, and your ugly Christmas sweater" he smiled, kissing your forehead. "I love you too George and your stupid fashion sense."

"But next year I get to pick the Christmas Sweater"

"Only if its ugly" you giggled.

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[ticklishraspberries]

Welcome - SS2k21!!

Summary: Harry and Hermione aren’t used to how the Weasley family operates. However, the family is more than willing to welcome them in their own special way. (Happy holidays everyone! This is my fic for Squealing Santa, wonderfully run by @ticklygiggles as usual. And my fic is for...*drumroll*...@misssassyrox!! I hope you enjoy it.)

Being with the Weasley family felt like a completely foreign world to both Harry and Hermione. There was rarely a dull moment in the Burrow and it was a huge difference from their mostly quiet childhoods.

Harry was of course an only child, but he’d grown up with Dudley. That hadn’t exactly been a fun, loving dynamic, but rather a torturous one for Harry, and he actually preferred the solitude of his cupboard than being with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. It got boring, but he had his own imagination and the welcoming arms of sleep to distract him.

Hermione was also an only child, and she didn’t have many friends at school, and so she spent most of her days reading, sprawled on various surfaces in her home, and while her parents were amazing, they were more quiet and reserved.

And the Weasleys were anything but boring, quiet, or reserved. And while it was a change, it certainly wasn’t a bad one. It started small, and it started with Ron.

Ron was a great friend. He was caring, always checking in, and he really wanted Harry and Hermione to like his family and feel safe and welcomed in his home. He gave Hermione encouraging smiles when she talked about Muggle technology with his father, and he gave Harry playful nudges when his mother insisted that growing boys needed second helpings of every meal.

Mr. Weasley was an oddball, but his curiosity was endearing and innocent. Hermione could relate to his thirst for knowledge and was entirely willing to explain things to him, even offering to bring him some Muggle non-fiction books next time she visited. To say that Arthur was ecstatic would be an understatement.

Mrs. Weasley was the loving, overbearing mother figure that Harry never had, always urging him to take another helping during meals and offering to sew up the holes in his shirts. Her fussing made his cheeks flush, but it also made him feel a warmth which he’d never quite experienced.

And all the other siblings had their own quirks and traits which made them unique and loveable. Bill wasn’t able to visit that summer, too busy with work, but both Harry and Hermione had seen photos and heard stories. Charlie was the same story, although they had met him back during the whole Norbert fiasco in first year.

Percy was more reserved, but never outright rude or unkind. He sort of kept to himself, although he and Hermione shared a general love of knowledge, and had discussed which classes Hermione should consider signing up for.

Ginny was a sweetheart, and was finally getting used to Harry being around without blushing like mad. She and Hermione shared a room and it was a welcome change to have another girl around for them both.

But the most eccentric treatment both Harry and Hermione had experienced at the Burrow was from Fred and George. The twins showed their affections in less obvious ways, favoring teasing and pranks over hugs and deep conversation. They ruffled Harry’s hair, made Hermione lose the page in her book, and poked plenty of fun at their two guests.

Hermione found it mostly bothersome, although a small part of her couldn’t help but feel pleased that they liked her. She would huff, roll her eyes, and tell them to cut it out or she’d hex them the moment they were back at school, but there would be a small smile curling on her lips.

Harry didn’t fight back or show any annoyance, he simply took it like a champ, cheeks flushed beneath all the attention.

However, both Harry and Hermione felt strongly about one Weasley initiation.

Ron had poked at them both back at school, and made the mistake of jabbing Harry’s side in front of the twins, and chaos ensued.

“Well, would you look at that, Freddie,” George grinned.

“Seems the Boy Who Lived is a bit ticklish,” Fred replied, his grin matching.

Harry felt like he should run, but his feet were frozen to the floor. The twins were by him in seconds. Fred’s hands flew to his ribs, prodding between the bones. George scribbled his fingers over Harry’s belly, and the apparent savior of the Wizarding World collapsed to the floor in a heap of giggles immediately.

“Guys, don’t kill him,” Ron said.

“Would you rather we go for you?” Fred asked.

Ron’s ears turned red, a grimace on his face. “Sorry, mate,” he said, looking down at his helpless friend.

Any protest that Harry may or may not have had died on his tongue, too busy giggling to say a word.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Ronald. Are you two going to let him breathe?”

“Careful Granger, or we might switch our attention to you next,” George said.

She scoffed. “Unlike your brother, I’m not scared of something so childish.”

It was the wrong thing to say. While George continued to tickle Harry, Fred sprung up and grabbed Hermione around the waist, squeezing at her sides. Her annoyed demeanor immediately crumbled into a scrunched up smile, complete with bubbly laughter as she squirmed wildly in his hold.

Ron observed the situation and decided that neither of his friends were in dire need of his help. As someone who had been on the receiving end of tickle attacks from the twins, he could tell that Fred and George were holding back. George was barely holding Harry’s body down, lightly scratching his fingers over Harry’s stomach. And Fred had Hermione in a backwards hug, but his arms were loosely around her, and his squeezing was soft.

It made Ron smile fondly to see his brothers welcoming his two best friends in such a ridiculous, but oddly sweet way.

And when Harry eventually begged for mercy, and Hermione had effectively smacked Fred in the face by accident, the twins backed off, leaving their two newly initiated family members in breathless heaps on the couch.

It was a completely different world than they were used to, but neither of them were complaining.

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[mads-weasley]

Winter at the Winters'

Dick Winters x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This is part of@hbowardaily's 2021 Secret Santa!!! I hope you enjoy it@multifandomlover01! Merry Christmas!!

Summary: Years after returning from the war, (y/n) and Dick Winters spend some time with their small family.

Warnings: mentions of slight angst, EXTREME fluff; like tooth rotting fluffiness, and mentions of sickness

(y/n) - your name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/e/c) - your eye color

(y/h/c) - your hair color

As the snow fell down in Hershey, Pennsylvania, on a cold December morning, Dick and (y/n) were snuggled up beneath the covers, but he was the only one sleeping. Winter was both their favorite time of the year, but it did bring some unwanted memories of Bastogne, especially when temperatures dropped drastically or it snowed. Around this time, the couple had some trouble sleeping. Whether it was a nightmare, a cold draft that made them think they were still in the Ardennes, or just replaying memories in their mind, they struggled.

This particular morning, (y/n) was the one struggling. She lied awake in the secure arms of her husband, thinking back to the horrid conditions they lived in at Bastogne over the December of 1944. It didn't help that she felt nauseous, too. A sniffle escaped her lips, and she prayed that the sleeping man beside her didn't hear it. To her dismay, he did.

His arms moved from around her as he sat up on his elbows, a sleepy, but concerned look painting his face. She sat up in response, quickly wiping a tear that leaked from her eye.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asked groggily as he wiped the sleepiness from his own eyes.

She didn't respond immediately, thinking of what to say. "Bastogne, the cold, the war. All of it."

Sighing softly, he reached to the nightstand and turned on a lamp. He knew exactly what she meant. His wife wasn't the only one who still suffered from the war. Nix had told him about some of his flashbacks and painful memories, and Dick suffered from his own as well.

Seeing her suffer broke his heart. She had been a medic, so she saw a lot more death, blood, and gore than the average soldier.

"Come here," he whispered, pulling her into his arms. She laid her head on his chest, bringing in a shaky breath. Her eyes fluttered shut when he started running his fingers through her (y/h/c) hair. Sleep welcomed her quickly, but before she could drift away, the light flicked off as she heard a gently voice.

"You're safe. I love you, (y/n/n)."

~

(Y/n) is awoken by something, or more like someone, lifting up her eyelids.

"Mommy. Mommy. Wake up. Wake up. It's snowing!" her three year old son whispers before jumping up on top of her. Groaning, she gently moves him in the middle of the bed between her and Dick. Her husband's soothing voice almost lulled her back to sleep.

"Richie, let your mother sleep, buddy."

"Daddy, I want to play in the snow!"

Sighing, Dick gets out of bed and helps Richie slide off the bed and onto the floor.

"Alright. Let's go play. Go get your coat."

The smile that crossed the toddler's face was nothing short of precious. Immediately, he ran out of the room to get dressed. (Y/n) felt soft lips softly kiss her forehead and she sighed in content.

"Get some sleep."

"Love you." She slurred, falling back asleep.

~

Not long after falling back asleep, (y/n) was awoken by the feeling of nausea once again. Just making it to the bathroom, she threw up into the toilet. When she was done, she brushed her teeth to get rid of the taste of bile in her mouth. She had just recently found out she was pregnant, and was waiting for the right moment to tell her husband.

She was snatched from her thoughts by squeals of delight coming from outside her window, so she walked over to it to watch. Richie threw a snowball at Dick, who fell to the ground laughing as the toddler ran and jumped on him. Smiling to herself, (y/n) decided to join her boys outside in the snow. Pulling on her snow gear, she thanked God for the commodity that they didn't have during the war. She couldn't find her coat, so she went over to her husband's side of their closet and stole one of his. It was very big on her, but she loved that. It made her feel all nice and cozy wearing his clothes.

By the time she got outside, the boys were in the backyard laying on the ground making snow angels. She laughed to herself when she saw the size difference in her husband's tall, lanky frame compared to that of their tiny three year old's. Deciding to just watch them for a minute, she leaned up against the side of the house where they couldn't see her as they talked away. She couldn't hear them, so she never would have guessed their conversation was about her.

"Daddy, why does mama hate the cold?"

The question caught Dick off guard. He knew why his wife hated the cold, but how could her explain all the terrible reasons why to a three year old. He wouldn't. He didn't like to lie, but he didn't know what else to do.

"She doesn't hate the cold."

"Uh huh. She does." He said, nodding his head with raised eyebrows.

"What makes you say that, Rich?"

"She doesn't come play outside." the toddler stated, his voice lowering before continuing. "And she cries."

Dick's heart seemed to crack softly at his son's reasoning. (Y/n) did get upset about things, but she always tried to hide it from Richie. She never wanted him to think anything was wrong. Dick sighed, finally giving in. He decided to tell him a tiny part of the truth.

"Your mother doesn't hate the cold. It makes her think of bad memories." Dick said softly, sitting up on his elbows as Richie mirrored his actions.

A confused expression painted the boy's face. "What bad memories?"

"Remember how I've told you that mommy and daddy went far away to stop bad people?"

He nodded animatedly.

"Those memories."

Richie seemed to understand. Well, as much as a 3 year old can understand. Not 30 seconds later, he was back to his rambunctious self, jumping on his father, laughing. Seeing this from around the corner, (y/n) pushed off the wall to join her family. Running over to them, she gently flopped on top of her husband, getting a hearty laugh from him, and a "Mommy!" from her son.

Richie had his father's auburn hair and freckles. Being in the cold for so long, they now also shared rosy cheeks and a bright red nose. The only trait the little boy got from (y/n) was her (y/e/c) eyes. She wondered if their new child would have more of her features or if they would look like another carbon-copy of Dick. They had always wanted a girl and a boy, but would gladly accept whatever God blessed them with. She knew her son would be so excited to find out that he was going to get a sibling.

Richie's scarf on the snow stole her attention. Picking it up, she gently tucked his scarf around his neck and into his coat.

"You're freezing, baby!"

"I'm fine mama!" He said with a toothy grin.

"Alright. Do you want to build a snowman?"

His little eyes lit up as he jumped to his feet, running towards the door. He yelled over his shoulder. "I'll go get the carrot!"

Dick, who was watching the whole interaction with literal heart eyes, put his arm around (y/n) and gently pulled her next to him as they laid in the snow. He leaned over, giving her a kiss on the temple. The sweet smile she gave him in response warmed his whole body.

He motioned where Richie had disappeared around the corner, "Can you believe him? He's getting so big. Before we know it, he's not going to be a little boy anymore."

This was her chance to tell him, and she wasn't going to miss it for the world.

"Good thing we've got another one coming then, huh?"

He chuckled, breathily responding, "Yeah."

A smile grew on (Y/n) Winters' face as she was waiting for the gears to finish turning in her husband's head. About five seconds later, he sat up off the snow, looking down at her with furrowed brows as she lay below him.

"Wait, what? Are you-" He looked down at her stomach with wide eyes.

"Yep. Found out last week. Little Richie's getting a sibling."

Dick felt the air leave his lungs. He tried to say something, anything, but the words were not coming out. What were words? How do you speak? He forgot how to perform basic functions. It felt as if his body went into shock. Maybe it did. The only thing that was running through his mind was how happy he was. Their small family would be expanding in a few short months.

In an instant, he had moved one of his hands onto the snowy ground next to her head to brace himself as he pressed his lips to hers. His other hand rested on her jaw while hers wrapped around his neck. Pulling apart, they both sat up, wrapping the other in a bone-crushing hug.

Nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck, Dick murmured, "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

The couple fully parted at the voice of their son. "I've got the carrot!!"

With teary eyes, they welcomed their three year old with welcome arms into a 'family hug,' as he called it. Richie looked up at his parents with a concerned face.

"What's wrong, mommy?"

"Nothing, baby. These are happy tears."

Dick smiled and gently squeezed his wife's arm, nodding. "We have something to tell you, Rich."

His eyes widened. "Are we getting a puppy!?"

The pair just laughed at the little boy in front of them.

"No, buddy." (Y/n) chuckled.

"You're getting a new brother or sister!"

They could tell the little gears in his mind were turning just like his father's had minutes before. After a few seconds, his hands flew to his mother's stomach. Dick's eyes about bugged out of his head.

"Richard! Be gentle."

"Sorry," he muttered before getting excited again, "There's a baby in there?"

"Yep."

Richie hopped up eagerly, running for the house once again, yelling, "I'm getting a carrot for a snowbaby!!"

Dick gave his loving wife a hug as they watched their son disappear around the corner yet again. He gently placed his hands on her stomach that would grow in the next few months.

"Just wait til' I tell Nix!"

They knew that from then on, the Winters family would never be the same. It also marked the time that winter became Richie Winters' favorite time of the year.

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[lovebykai]

Merry Christmas

》 Secret Santa 2021

WC: 900+

Pairing: Sawamura Daichi x Reader

Warning(s): Domestic Fluff.

Authors Note: I hope your holiday is bright and full if joy, @vanilleswtmacaron!

Daichi babies you. Maybe too much.

Dark eyes settle on you as you organize the gifts under the tree, lips pursed in annoyance when it doesn't look quite like you envisioned. He's humoring you— letting you shuffle and huff and pout as he sips his hot chocolate. He's even wearing the sweater you got him.

"I don't think the kids will care how it looks, my love." It's a teasing drawl that makes you roll your eyes; the fact you were awake so early doing this was enough of a tragedy.

"But the pictures!" You're not whining. You're not.

Daichi chuckles, shrugging when you turn to him with narrowed eyes.

"They're going to be half asleep in their pajamas for hours, I doubt the pictures are going to be as pretty as you're hoping." Its a fair assessment, but you’re so visibly offended he has to muffle his laughter. Right. Gotta get into the Christmas spirit or you’re going to throw a fit. It’s always a rough time of year strictly because you’re obsessed with giving everyone the perfect gifts.

"I love you." He chuckles at the confession, tilting his head to press a kiss to your temple.

“C’mere, sweetheart.” You obey, leaving the presents in their current configurations and crawling into his lap.

He sets his mug aside, pulling you close as the two of you get comfortable on the couch. Daichi tugs the nearby throw blanket up around your shoulders and drops his head onto your shoulder. The silence is comfortable and you're almost lulled back to sleep as he rubs his big hand up and down your spine. Your thighs are settled around his, face pressed against the column of his throat.

"I love you, too."

When the kids wake up, it's chaos. Of course it is. Daichi doesn't even wake you initially, just gently shuffles you down onto the couch and corrales the kids onto the kitchen for breakfast. They're too excited to truly contain, though, and you blink open your eyes sleepily to the sound of your youngest arguing that they should wake you up for presents.

It makes you smile to yourself, eyes drifting closed to simply enjoy being cozy while they all eat. It isn't until Daichi finally surrenders and let's them barrel into the living room like a tiny stampede that you decide to sit up. A cup of coffee is immediately deposited into your hands and you give your husband a grateful smile as you lift it to your lips, watching your kids tear into their gifts.

"We can take pictures after." He promises as he sits beside you on the couch, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

It's all so domestic and soft you could cry— and Daichi was right, none of your kids remembered to put on their matching pajamas before hustling down to see what Santa had dropped under the tree.

You're unsurprised by this development, though.

"They'll never sit still for it." The rueful grin you send him earns you a chuckle in response.

"I could make them." And he could. His kind personality did not override his ability to bring rambunctious children to heel. But then your youngest is squealing as he spins to show off the game system in his tiny hands and you just shake your head.

"We'll just have to settle for some cute candids." Daichi outright laughs then, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head before wandering back to the kitchen. He returns with his phone up and you make sure to pout at the camera when it's your turn, brushing your fingers through the mess that you know your hair is.

Bedtime comes too soon.

At least, that's what the groans and negotiations your kids pull tell you. Once they're settled into bed, though, you and Daichi are left cleaning up the remains of Christmas. He's his usual relaxed self, shuffling through the living room with a trash bag to gather up wayward wrapping paper as you finish up the dishes from dinner.

“Ready for your gift?” He’s teasing as a dish gets put away; you huff and pout like he’s expecting.

You can’t help but smile when he deposits a few more mugs into the half finished sink, a kiss pressing to the back of your head as he totes the trash out. For years, it was the two of you against the world, then you and a beautiful bundle— followed swiftly by two more. These chores have been divided for years, but you never tire of seeing his beautiful smile when he waltzes in through the back door and grabs the nearest dish towel to start drying.

“I’m ready for bed.” The gripe makes him laugh and you lean your head against the arm closest to you affectionately.

“Then let’s go.” You squeal when he drops the dish back on the dry rack and hefts you up by your waist. Sudsy hands slap down on his shoulders with a guffaw as he totes you down the hall towards your bedroom and you point out he left the sink running between giggles. When he darts off to correct this travesty, you crawl into bed and wriggle back to wait.

Daichi is back seconds later, shutting the door behind him before prowling towards you. His kiss is intense— more intense than you’d been prepared for, honestly, as he nudges you back to crawl over you. It makes your toes curl eagerly, a dreamy sigh passing your lips as he pulls back to press his forehead to yours.

“Merry Christmas.” The mumble passes your lips on instinct and the two of you start snorting with giggles again.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

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[bakuroo-writings]

Dabi + 11 + “If you throw that snowball, you’re declaring war.” + 4 “Wait, can you hear that? Santa says you’re an asshole.” for my Snow Place Like Home one year anniversary event, requested by @ajaviary

Warnings: female reader (no pronouns used but Dabi calls reader doll), just happy fluff, 426 words

Snow crunches beneath your feet as you run outside, your laughter ringing out as you stop to scoop up some snow and form a snowball.

Dabi chases after you until he sees the snowball in your hand, immediately raising his arms in surrender, “doll, you don’t want to do this.”

“Oh, I think I do, babe.”

“Doll, I promise, if you throw that snowball, you’re declaring war.”

Your eyes narrow as you slightly lower your hand, only for cold snow to hit your face. You let out a gasp as you clear the snow from your face and raise your hand again, “oh, I cannotbelieve you did that.”

“Didn’t you hear, doll? The early bird gets the worm. You shouldn’t have hesitated.”

Bringing the snowball to your ear, you gasp out again, “wait, can you hear that?”

He rolls his eyes but humors you, “hear what, doll?”

“Santa says you’re an asshole,” you lob the snowball at him before you run away again, giggling as Dabi chases you again and a snowball flies past your face.

You quickly scoop up some snow and send it towards Dabi again, hitting him in the chest. Lungs burning, you pick up your pace but it’s fruitless as Dabi catches up and tackles you to the ground. You squeal and struggle to free yourself as his arms hold yours against the ground. Moving them above your head, he transfers both of your wrists to be held in one palm. He moves his free hand to rest against your side.

“Looks like you’re trapped, doll. Ready to wave the white flag?”

“Never! I can get out!” You twist and turn and struggle to get free before giving up, huffing as you do, “No fair. You’re too strong.”

He smirks as his fingers tickle your side, causing you to squeal out in laughter. You thrash in the snow, caged between him and the ground as he doubles his efforts.

“I sur-surrender! You win! Just stop!” His tickles cease as you try to catch your breath. “You’re such a jerk sometimes.”

“A jerk who you love.”

“Unfortunately,” you huff again as you tease before a pout forms on your face.

He gives you a cheeky grin as he presses his lips to yours, keeping you warm with his natural heat in this winter wonderland as snow falls softly around you both. The taste of icy mint invades your mouth as his tongue entwines with yours. If all snowball fights with him end like this, declaring war just might become your new tradition.

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