#chris evans holiday

[the-iceni-bitch]

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Relationship: professional tight end!Ari Levinson x pop superstar!fem reader

Words: ~3.7k

Summary: You and Ari bring in the holiday season with your own special celebration.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, f receiving oral sex, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms) celebrity lifestyle, America’s sweethearts, 6’7” Ari. SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: an early Christmas gift for all you lovelies!! I think it’s painfully obvious what this fic was inspired by and I’m not even a little embarrassed about it. They’re too cute!

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You waved exuberantly to the crowd as your float rolled past them, the cold autumn sunlight filtering through the skyscrapers and making the sequins all over your dress sparkle. It was absolutely freezing, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. Not only had your tour ended up being even more successful than you had ever thought it could be, you finally got to realize your dream of singing in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Of course, there was something else that had you smiling like an idiot for the past few months. As soon as you got close to the parade’s end at 34th Street you could see him in the stands, holding what may have been the most adorable homemade sign you had ever seen while surrounded by a bunch of screaming tween girls. He was easy to spot since he was six feet seven inches, which made it even cuter each time he had to bend down to answer one of their questions until they all started squealing. Ari was your big, burly, all American man but also perhaps the softest teddy bear on the planet.

When they all saw you they started screaming, and you beamed back at them, laughing when Ari lifted a little girl onto his shoulders so she could see better. Yeah, he was too cute for you, everything the man did made your ovaries flutter. It was hard not to just give him moony eyes all through your performance, but you managed to share your attention with the other fans as you sang your new Christmas song. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much once you were finished performing, like they did every time you saw your beefcake of a man.

Backstage was a zoo but when was it not. Assistants flurried around you as they helped you out of your intricate costume. By the time a large, warm hand slid around your waist you were down to nothing but your bra and some leggings. It’s not like Ari cared about that, though.

“Hey princess.” Ari beamed when you squeaked before turning around to look up at him. “You were amazing.”

“Staaaaaaaahp…” you giggled when he bent down to kiss the tip of your nose, batting your hands at his chest when he teased his hands under the hooks of your bra. “Ari! We only have a few minutes before we have to go to your game, I don’t want your teammates teasing you about being whipped by your superstar girlfriend again.”

“Baby, if I minded their teasing I wouldn’t be dating you.” He kissed your nose once more before pulling your sweater over your head. “There, ready to go in record time.”

“Ari… Ari!” You shrieked with laughter when he flung you over his shoulder and slapped your ass a few times, your face heating up as he got closer to the doors and outside where you knew a pack of paparazzi were waiting to catch the two of you. “Ari!!!”

“Calm down, princess.” He dropped you to the ground and kissed you so deeply you couldn’t breathe for a second, then opened the doors and led you outside with your hand in his even though you were blinking and stumbling like a newborn baby deer. “I feel like they would have thought it was cute.”

“Maybe.” You waved at a few of the paps and made sure they got a good shot of you kissing Ari’s cheek before stepping into the limo. “They do seem to enjoy how much bigger than me you are.”

“Do they now?” Ari pulled you into his lap and started pressing kisses all over your face. “I also enjoy it an incredible amount.”

“Yeah, I bet you do, teddy bear.” You giggled when he leaned back and his face was covered in glitter. “Oh, I think your teammates are still gonna tease you…”

“What? Why?” Ari furrowed his brow until you held up a compact so he could see himself. “Yeah they might.”

“My poor teddy bear.” You pouted and wiggled a little bit in his lap before you began to slide down to the floor between his legs. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

“Yeah, princess, I’m not sure getting glitter all over my dick is gonna keep them from teasing me… ow!” He guffawed when you pinched his thigh before starting to drag his zipper down. “But whatever, I don’t care.”

You hummed in agreement before pulling his thick cock out of his pants and licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his shaft, keeping your eyes fixed on his when you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly. Ari groaned when you swirled your tongue around him, cupping your cheek gently for just a few seconds before curling it around your throat. The sensation of his fingers pressing against your carotid was one you welcomed, your eyes fluttering closed as you started bobbing your head up and down.

Every time you gave him head you marveled at just how huge he was; how he towered over you when you were on your knees; how your jaw ached as you stretched it as wide as you could; how even after so many months you still sometimes had to fight the urge to heave when he slid down your throat. His grip on your throat tightened as you started gagging around him, guttural grunts and murmurs falling from his lips as your drool slid down his shaft until it was covering his balls. Ari’s face was getting flushed as you kept going, and when he leaned forward and braced his massive thighs on either side of your shoulders you could have fainted.

His free hand gripped the edge of the seat until his knuckles turned white when you brought your own hand up to fondle his balls, his gaze intense and full of affection as his thumb stroked your throat. He throbbed and twitched in your mouth as you brought him closer and closer, the taste of his precum coating your tongue before you swallowed him to the root again. You whimpered when he swelled even larger, your eyes beginning to water as you breathed deeply through your nose and gulped around his massive cock.

When he finally came down your throat you sighed, watching his face screw up and then relax as he let out a primal groan. Ari looked so good when he came, the way every muscle in his body would tense up for just a few moments before he would sag and breathe easily as he gazed at you with a sense of possession. You made sure to keep your lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he started to pull out, slurping up every drop of his cum until he slid out of your mouth with a pop.

“Not a spot of glitter on your dick, teddy bear.” You beamed at him as you licked your lips clean, purring when he cupped your chin lovingly.

“No, just all over my pants.” Ari couldn’t help but laugh about it, especially when you spluttered and tried to wipe it off but only made it worse. “Princess, it's fine. No ones going to notice.”

“They have flashbulbs, Ari!” You whined when he tucked himself back in and pulled you up to sit next to him. “Oh my god…”

You didn’t have any more time to worry before the limo came to a stop, squeaking and feeling yourself getting hot again as Ari helped you out of the limo. Thank goodness the man practically ran as he led you towards the team entrance, not giving the press a chance to pick up the sparkly evidence of you fellating him that was all over his pants. Even though he had to go warm up he still took a minute to say goodbye to you, kissing you several times before heading to the locker room while you waved adorably.

He was definitely falling head over heels for you, and he didn’t even care who knew it. There was definitely an unbelievable amount of teasing in regards to the glitter on his crotch and in his beard, but it was good hearted. All of his teammates could tell how happy he was, so even the barbs about him being a kept man for the rest of his life were filled with that sort of friendly affection that old friends shared.

There was also the fact that he seemed to play exponentially better whenever you were in the stands. Analysts were quick to point out that whenever you were watching him play he tended to double his receiving yards, it even became a little joke among the sports commentators. What could he say, he liked to show off for his girl. As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team and saw you cheering on the Jumbotron he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

The trend continued. Maybe it was because every time he caught a pass or made a touchdown he could look up and see you screaming your adorable head off on the Jumbotron, but he managed to set a new personal record for receiving yards. Over a hundred yards by the fourth quarter as well as two touchdowns, and he could tell you were proud by the way you were jumping up and down in the box. Yes, he was extremely tired and extremely sore after so much effort, but the smile on your face made it more than worth it.

Ari couldn’t shower and get dressed fast enough. He definitely got some exasperated looks from the rest of the team when he left them to give all the post-game interviews, but it was hard to care when he knew you were waiting for him. As soon as he stepped out of the locker room you were right there, squealing happily and telling him how amazing he was while he lifted you off your feet to kiss you like a fiend. It was hard to control himself around you, but he managed to keep from feeling you up as you made your way to his car.

He couldn’t keep from feeling you up once you were in the Impala though. Every time he came to a light his hand was on your thigh or your waist, and when he heard your tiny little sighs he growled in response. You were starting to squirm in your seat too, and he knew exactly what that meant.

“Tell me how wet you are, princess.” Ari tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and toyed with the hem of your skirt while he waited for the light to change. “C’mon baby girl, I’ve been waiting all day.”

“Teddy bear…” you squeaked when he pinched the inside of your thigh and felt your face starting to get hot again. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m so wet, Daddy, my panties are sticky.”

“Yeah, I bet they fucking are.” He grumbled when the light changed and he had to focus on the road again. “Show me.”

“Yes Daddy.” Your heart was pounding in your ears as you slid your panties down your legs and hung them from the rear view mirror, wiggling even more when the air cooled the wetness that was between your legs.

It took all his restraint not to reach out and press them against his face. Yeah, he would have crashed the car, but dying with your scent filling his lungs was the way he wanted to go. He stopped himself just in time, though he did suddenly find himself speeding through traffic faster than the law allowed. When he finally pulled into the hotel’s garage he dragged you after him and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving your panties dangling from the mirror without thought.

“Fuck, I need you real fucking bad, princess.” Ari’s lips vibrated against yours as he growled with lust. “I haven’t had your pussy in almost thirty-six hours, it’s killing me.”

“I know, I don’t like it either, Daddy.” You wound your arms around his neck as he carried you to the elevator. “Feel so empty without you.”

“I know, and it’s a damn crime.” He nipped at your chin as the elevator rose to your floor, grateful that no other guests decided to join you as he was pretty sure your ass was hanging out of your skirt. “My poor baby girl.”

You could only moan in agreement when the elevator arrived at your floor, giggling when Ari poked his head out first to make sure there was nobody in the hall before he started towards your room. While he worked on the door you nibbled on his ear, writhing against him and whining until you were in the room and he threw you onto the bed. Ari grinned at you as he ripped his shirt off and undid his pants, giving you a few mischievous growls and barks before pouncing on you.

Even when he was domming you he was still so soft and sweet, calling you his good girl and pretty princess while he kissed your neck and peeled your clothes off your body. The way he looked at you once you were naked made everything below your waist clench, especially when he growled at you like a hungry bear who was going to eat you alive. Then he leaned down to pull your legs over his shoulders and do just that.

“Daddy! Oh god…” Ari just grunted against you in response as he ran his tongue all over your pussy until you felt dizzy. “Mmm, ‘s so good.”

Ari knew it was good, he fucking loved making you turn into a panting, whimpering mess with your eyes rolled back in your head. It made him feel like a god. Those cute little noises and the way your thighs squeezed his head while he drank his fill from your cunt made him purr like a jungle cat. You were so sweet and so creamy, and the way your little pussy would pulse against his lips made his cock get so painfully hard he had to start grinding it against the bed.

His tongue parted your pussy lips so he could push it inside you and you had to kick your feet so you didn’t lose it completely. They thumped against his back as he started to gently fuck you with his mouth, your breathing starting to get heavier and heavier as every muscle in your body grew tight. Every single time he ate you out he managed to bring you to the edge so fast it was unbelievable, and tonight was no different. You were trembling underneath him, your eyes already starting to flutter and your toes curling while his beard rubbed your sensitive folds raw.

When he pulled his tongue out of you and started sucking on your clit that was it for you. You sobbed his name and arched off the bed as you gushed sweet juices all over his face. He reached his hands up to massage your breasts and that just made it more intense, tears rolling down your face and your fingers yanking on his hair while he kept sucking and squeezing until you couldn’t breathe.

“That’s my good girl.” Ari was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he sat up between your quivering legs. “Fuck, you look so fucking pretty after you come, princess. You think you’re ready for Daddy’s big dick, honey?”

“Mmhm.” You licked your lips and gave up trying to catch your breath when he yanked his pants down and kicked them away so you could finally see him in all his naked glory. “Want it so bad, Daddy.”

“Daddy knows, princess.” He moved slowly as he crawled on top of you, his massive body completely covering yours and making your pussy start throbbing even harder. “You just relax and let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.”

You nodded and drew in a shuddering breath when he reached between the two of you to start rubbing your clit as he lined himself up. Ari hooked your knees over his hips to keep you wide open for him, his eyes fixed on your face for any sign of pain or discomfort as he started to push inside you. Even though he wanted to just drive his cock deep and fuck your brains out, he was painfully aware of your size difference and if he ever hurt you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He could tell you were just as hungry for him, beaming at you when your hands clawed at his massive biceps when he finally got halfway in.

It felt like it took an hour, but when his hips finally met the soft flesh of your thighs you moaned and wiggled happily underneath him. Your body was slick with sweat and glowing, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Ari gripped your hands and pinned them above your head as he started to move, his lips ghosting against your throat when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock stretching you so wide it burned. You loved it, though, murmuring nonsense words of encouragement under your breath and locking your ankles at the small of his back.

When Ari really started to move you almost fainted, arching your body to meet his and whimpering when he sucked on your ear. He had hardly even gotten going before you were moaning and whining in his ear, your body spasming underneath him as you came for the second time and felt your muscles turning to jelly. Your pussy was so slick that Ari couldn’t stop himself from starting to slam into you, not that you minded. His breath was hot as he grunted against the sensitive skin of your throat, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of bruises in their wake while he shoved his cock so deep inside you you could swear you saw god.

Even though he had well and truly fucked you stupid he couldn’t stop murmuring sweet praises for you under his breath. Every ‘good girl’ or ‘pretty baby’ just made you slip further and further into the rosy haze of multiple orgasms as he wrung another one out of you. At some point he had rolled the two of you so your were laying on top of him, but it’s not like you could actually ride him in your fucked out state. So Ari was just holding your waist and moving you up and down on his cock like his own personal cocksleeve, grinning up at you the whole time and telling you how good and tight your pussy felt while you whined and drooled all over yourself.

“C’mon baby girl, you want it?” The teasing tone of his voice was still full of affection when you hiccuped as he fucked yet another intense orgasm out of your body. “Daddy needs to hear his princess say she wants his cum or I’m just gonna end up fucking you all night, and I’m not sure you could handle that, baby.”

“Mm-mm… Daddy…” you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, crying softly as you rested your face in the crook of his shoulder as he continued to drive up into you. “Please come inside my pussy, please. I want it, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.” Ari kissed the top of your head and gave a lewd grind of his hips, chuckling into your hair when you shuddered with another climax. “Can’t say no to you, princess.”

Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him swell and throb inside you, a low whine escaping from you when you felt the first hot, sticky spurt of his seed shooting inside your pussy. Ari held you close as he filled you to the brim, his big hands rubbing your hips while his body rolled under yours and he let out one of those yummy groans he always made when he got to come inside you. When you finally came to you were still on top of him, only barely able to lift your head and beaming at the sight of his face flushed red as he struggled to come back down.

“Hiiiiiii teddy.” You scrunched up your face adorably when he grinned at you and kissed your forehead. “I’d say that was a pretty good way to kick off the holiday season.”

“I’m gonna have to agree with you there, princess.” His thick fingers trailed along the curve of your spine and you felt like you could fall asleep just like that. “Definitely gonna have to keep it up. Speaking of holidays, though, I may have gotten you an early present, since we’re gonna be apart next week.”

“A present? Ari!” You squeaked and giggled when he reached towards the nightstand without letting you climb off him, shivering when the change in position made him rub right against your over sensitive clit. “That still gives you three weeks until Christmas, silly.”

“Well fuck me for wanting to spoil my girl.” He kissed all over your face and pulled out a small velvet box. “I know how much you like statement jewelry, so I figured the statement for this one could be just how smitten you are with your beefy football player boyfriend.”

“Ari… oh my god!” You sat up so fast when he opened the box you almost fell off him, grinning like an idiot when he caught you at the last second and steadied you while he showed you the ring. “It’s so big and sparkly!”

The moonstone in the ring was at least fifteen karats, and surrounding the center stone was a chain of labradorite that glittered under the low lights in the hotel room. As soon as he placed it on your right ring finger you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his face over and over and squealing with happiness.

“Everyone is gonna think we’re getting married now, teddy bear.” You rested your head against his chest once you made sure every inch of his face had been kissed at least once.

“Well, not quite yet, princess.” Like he hadn’t known the moment you said yes to a second date with him that he was going to marry you.

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Underneath the Tree

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Warnings: Lightly smutty! Minors DNI! Angst and romance mostly

Work count: 1.4k 

Summary: Dating Captain America during Christmas time certainly has its cons, but Steve is always there to make it up to you

a/n: ARE YOU EXCITED FOR SOME OOEY GOOEY HOLIDAY FICS??? I'm so excited for you to read this one. My first time writing Cap! Lots of Christmas fluff! Reblogs and comments are so so appreciated! Love you all <3

There’s a certain amount of Christmas Spirit that is expected from Captain America, that became clear the first year of dating Steve. Tree lighting ceremonies, Christmas parades, children’s hospital visits, charity galas, Christmas parties all across the country. 

Christmas had become a marathon month where you saw less of your boyfriend in person and more of him in glossy PR images. You couldn’t go with him given your full time job. Everybody got a piece of your boyfriend but you. This year you were hoping it would be different, but here you were. decorating the tree by yourself. Partially out of an empty boredom and partially from loneliness that comes this time of year. 

It was nearly midnight when you heard the lock of your apartment click, followed by the clattering chaos of Steve coming in. You could tell he was trying to be quiet, fighting against the noise from entering his bag of presents as well as his shield. 

“Oh, you uh, you already got the tree decorated?” Steve asked, clearly disappointed. You had resisted decorating it for nearly a month. Steve and Bucky chopped down real trees after thanksgiving and it filled the apartment with a wonderful pine scent. You two put the lights on right away, bright multi-colored bulbs that made the room glow yellow, red and blue. But putting up the ornaments was something Steve had wanted to do together. Unfortunately, you didn’t get to be together much during the Christmas season. 

So it stood tall and empty in your living room. A gloomy reminder of your lonesomeness most nights. He had promised you two would decorate it before Christmas, but that deadline was fast approaching. 

He had lifted the huge sack of presents over his shoulder. You wanted to laugh seeing him in his Captain America get up, with a Santa hat and presents over his shoulder. He looked adorable but exhausted.  He placed the gifts under the tree and took off his helmet. He ran his hand through his messy helmet hair then turned to you to give you a kiss. 

“Well, it's going to be Christmas in eight minutes. So I figured I had to at least get started.” You said dryly. He sent you a sad smile. 

“Thank you for saving the popcorn at least. It’s the best part of the tree.” He picked up the popcorn garland that he insisted on each year. A throwback to the old-fashioned decorations he loved. He had lost the argument about tinsel but popcorn garland was a mainstay. 

“You should get some sleep Sweetie. You’ve got the ABC Special tomorrow.” Even with the smile on his face, you could see how tired his eyes were. There were dark bags expertly hidden under some TV make-up. He scoffed. 

“What are you talking about? We’ve got to get this place decorated. I promised before Christmas.” He said already starting to get the garland strung up. “Any of the ornaments left? There’s room up at the top of the tree!” 

You smiled at him. Your frustrations and resentment twisted in your stomach. It was nice that he was trying. 

“I saved you the cutest one.” You handed him his personal favorite. Winter Fighter, a bootleg Bucky figure with both arms painted silver and no eyes. It made Steve laugh hysterically when he first saw it. You started to collect them, until you had a tree with nearly only ugly, knock-off Avengers merch. The red and yellow Mcdonald’s looking Metal Hero, Nordic Space Hero who had brushable blonde hair, the twisted plastic face and bulging eyes from the Commander USA ornament.

He hung the remaining ornaments with care. You really didn’t know how he still had the energy. 

“I love Christmas. I always have. For a long time I didn’t really celebrate it because I didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with. So I'd filled my calendar with all of this - stuff.  All of December I would get to see so many people and make their Christmas’s special. ” 

“Except I haven’t really been here this year, have I?” 

You shrugged, you didn’t want to fight but you didn’t want to lie either. 

“I’ve seen like thirty Christmas tree lightings this month. But this is the only one that has actually made me feel anything.” 

“Because it's so ugly and cheap?” You joked, lightly elbowing him. He doesn’t laugh, instead he grabbed your arm and brought you into him. He moved his hands to your waist. 

“Because it's ours. I hate that I’ve been away from you so much. I keep celebrating Christmas with everyone except the one person I love most.” His voice broke slightly. You could hear his sorrow. You hugged him

The two of you embraced, you felt tender and vulnerable as you swayed in the soft light of the tree. 

“This is all I wanted this year, just to be with you.” you whispered to him. He squeezed you tighter, you snuggled into his warm chest. 

“Well, I guess there’s still time to return all these...” He sighed, gesturing with his head to the gifts overflowing under the tree.

“Hey!” You grabbed his chin as he chuckled at your indignation. “Let’s not get crazy here. You still have some things to make up for.”  You kissed him again. He tilted his head and parted your lips with his tongue. He gently cupped the back of your head, his other hand going to your hip bringing you tightly against his body.  He pulled his lips away, to lean down and scoop you up in his arms.  You let out a squeal as he swept you up in his arms, placing your arms around his neck.  He brought his lips back to yours as he started to carefully make his way towards the bedroom. 

“Wait, wait!” You cried out. Steve stopped in his tracks, his head tilted to the side. 

“I thought we were making up for lost time?” 

“It’s just…the tree finally looks so good.” You said sheepishly, biting at your bottom lip. “It’s kind of romantic, don’t you think?”

Steve beamed. He bent down to nuzzle his nose against yours. 

“Yeah Sweetheart, I think it looks great.” He spun around to place you down on the couch instead. He crawled over you, warmth radiating off of him as he boxed you into place. His lips met yours again, slowly moving against yours. His tongue teasing against your lips, asking for entrance. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, hugging him closer, you’d missed him so much. You clung to him, hitching one of your legs over his, both of your lips dancing together. 

You reveled in being surrounded by Steve for the first time in weeks. You basked in every part of him. The smell of his cologne, a cedar wood and musk, the sound of his breath hitching as you lift your hips to reach his, the roughness of his calloused hands and the gentleness of his lips. 

“I love you,” he breathed. 

You gazed into his blue eyes, filled with warmth and affection. His beautiful face was illuminated by the twinkling lights of the tree. 

“I love you too Steve.” Glancing at the clock, you could see it was past midnight now. “Merry Christmas.”  He glanced over his shoulder at the clock then back down at you. You could tell what was weighing on his mind. He was the Star - Spangled Christmas Man, he had places to be in about six hours. He cracked his neck then eased back down on to his forearms over you. 

“You know, I think I’m starting to feel a little sick.” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Excuse me?”  He let out a few performative coughs before burying his head in your neck. He started to slowly press kiss down to the base of your throat. 

“I think I’m far too sick to even think about going out tomorrow. In fact, I think we are going to have to cancel all of my engagements, until the new year.”  He continued his kissing down from your throat to your clavicle.  

“Hmm well if it's that serious sweetheart, maybe you should just stay in bed all day tomorrow.” You suggested. You let out a happy sigh as his lips continued down to your chest. He snaked one hand down your legs, cupping your pussy and snapping your panties off. 

You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair and you started to push his head further south, which he quickly obliged. 

You knew you couldn't have your boyfriend all to yourself all of the time. But you’ve been very good this year, and you deserved it.

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Based on this post. A hoe spiral that I am delighted about!

Summary: what happens in the copy room after Ransom pulls you onto his lap at the Christmas Party.

Warnings: Smut! 18+, Linda Drysdale

W/C: 812

Ransom smirked as he pulled you behind him. Still in the ridiculous outfit. But the way you were looking at him, he wasn't ready to take it off quite yet.

“C’mon Kitten, let’s go.” You giggled behind him as he opened the door to the copy room, and pushed you inside.

You could feel his heated gaze taking in every inch of your body. When his eyes returned to your face, his pupils were blown wide. He licked his lips and tore the fake beard off his face, discarding it on the ground.

He stalked towards you like a predator circling its prey. For every step he took forward you took one back, until you finally hit the supply shelf behind you.

He smirked and let his fingers slowly graze up your thigh. Causing you to shiver and whimper quietly. He slowly brought his hand up underneath the skirt of your dress, rubbing the soaked material of your panties against you.

He tsked, “It seems like you should be on the naughty list Kitten. Getting all worked up for Santa.” You squirmed and bit your lip to suppress the moan trying to break free.

Ransom then did something you never thought you’d see. He dropped to his knees in front of you, dragging your ruined panties with him. Once you were free he propped your leg over his shoulder and flipped your skirt up.

Looking up at you through his lashes, he searched your face before finding the confirmation he was looking for. He dove in sucking on your clit, while two of his fingers jammed into your entrance. Your shock was only overpowered by the intense pleasure he gave you. You threw your head back and started to grind down onto his face. You ripped the Santa hat off of his head so you could lock your fingers in his hair pushing him closer.

He pulled back to watch you as his fingers rammed into relentlessly. “Look at you, just perfect.” He murmured, before diving back in to trade licks and suckles to your clit. At the pace he was going you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were going to cum.

“Ransom, please I’m so close.” You moaned and thrashed as he brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

“I know Kitten,” he murmured against your mound. “You can do it, cum for me.”

At his command your body stiffened and you felt the electricity zip through your entire body. Your head feeling light, your limbs like jelly.

Luckily Ransom caught you before you could fall, bringing you to straddle his waist as he sat back on his heels.

“I think I’ve changed my mind, cause good girls follow direction, and you listen so well.” He smirked as he brought you in for a kiss.

As quickly as your orgasm swept through you, you knew you wanted more. You ground yourself down against him.

“Get up.” He motioned towards the copier. You stood and walked towards it, bending at the hips.

“Such a good girl, now let’s see how good you really are.” You heard him pull his pants down, he trailed the head of his cock up and down your leaky folds before pushing just the tip in. He groaned, his forehead resting against the back of your neck. He took a moment before slamming his hips against yours.

You squealed at the intrusion, unable to control your volume. Forgetting that you were at work. Ransom reared up behind you, placing one hand on your hip and the other on the back of your neck. He started slowly fucking you, teasing you both. Soon you were squirming and mewling, begging him to go harder, faster, anything.

He chuckled before saying, “How can I say no when you beg so pretty.” With that he thrust in hard and fast. You soon were chanting a beat of “yes, yes, yes” meeting him thrust for thrust.

His hand slipped from the back of your neck down to your other hip. You could tell he was getting close, with the way his rhythm was faltering. He reached his hand around your hip and flicked your clit twice before you were shouting your release.

He groaned into your neck as his own release followed immediately after. You both stood there panting to catch your breaths when the door burst open. You jumped and turned in Ransom's arms.

“Ransom! Are you serious?! Did you just? Get out and take your little tramp with you.” Linda Drysdale, Ransom’s mother had caught you both. You buried your face in his neck, and Ransom scooped up.

“Wonderful idea Mother. Maybe you can tell the old man so I never have to wear this ridiculous costume again.”

Ransom strutted out of the building, with you in his arms, and many plans to ruin you over the coming days.

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The Holiday Arrangement

Andy Barber x Reader

Author's note: Starting yet another series after I've been neglecting the others for weeks Masterlists Summary: When co-parenting during the holidays becomes difficult to navigate, Y/n brings a proposal to her ex-husband, Andy; spend Christmas together- for the sake of their daughter. Their already complicated arrangement becomes even more messy new memories dredge up buried feelings.

Chapter 1

Chapter Summary: Y/n and Andy's daughter, Grace, wants things back to the way they used to be before the divorce and even if they can't admit it, her parents may want the same thing. Warnings: Angst.

“But I want Christmas to be the way it was before.”

Y/n sighed, soothingly rubbing Grace’s arm as she tucked her close. “Bunny,” she breathed as her lips fell into a deep frown, “I know its tough now that everything’s changing, but its not all bad. You get to decorate two trees and get to open presents twice; how cool is that?” 

“But I don’t want everything to change,” her five year old bemoaned, and Y/n could feel her tears saturating the thick fabric of her sweater. When Grace pulled away from her embrace a little, her big, stormy blue eyes- which looked much like her father’s- were glassy and red rimmed, and it broke Y/n’s heart. The divorce had been tough on her and Andy, but it had been significantly worse for their young daughter, who simply couldn’t fathom why her parents weren’t together anymore.

“Doesn’t daddy love me anymore?” The question came out of nowhere and ripped Y/n away from her thoughts

“Of course he does!” Y/n gasped. That must have been the hardest thing to explain to Grace about the spilt; the rest could easily go over a five year old’s head and she and Andy had done their best to maintain a co-parenting relationship that was grounded in civility but there was no easy way to explain why a moving truck had come and taken all of her father’s things away, or why she could only spend half the week with him a his new place, a townhouse about twenty minutes away. “Bunny,” Y/n shifted so she could take her daughter’s small face in her hands, “Your daddy loves you more than anything else in the whole world.” 

“Then why won’t he come home?” She sniffled, clumsily wiping salty tears off her cheek with the back of her small hand.  

“Well,” Y/n paused, trying to explain it the way the stack of parenting books on her nightstand had suggested, “Daddy doesn’t live here anymore. He has a new house, remember? And sometimes you’re gonna be there with him, and sometimes you’re gonna be here with me.”

“But its not fair!” Suddenly, Grace pulled herself away from Y/n’s touch, “This is all your fault!” She fumed as a fresh wave of tears rained down on her full cheeks. 

Her daughter’s words stung, but she knew that they were just the product of frustration and hurt. “Gracey,” Y/n stood as Grace stomped away from the sofa and towards the stairs.  

“I want daddy!” She fumed, little stomps finally taking her to the top of the steps, while Y/n lingered at the bottom, hand grasping the wooden railing.  

“I-” Y/n had just put one foot on the first step, when the doorbell rang, the sound traveling through the house and beckoned her to the front door. His timing was stellar; she rolled her eyes at the thought. At least he’d be able to get Grace to settle down a bit. Grace had been a daddy’s girl from the minute she could recognize the sound of his voice- months before she was even born- possibly another reason why she was taking their separation so hard. 

With a huff of irrational irritation, Y/n trekked to the front door, yanking it open when she reached it. While she adored that Andy had been the best father a little girl could ask for, it did sometimes annoy her that he always got to be the one that swooped on hard days like a hero while she was always the bad guy; the one who made her eat the vegetables, the one who made her put her favorite blanket in the wash after she'd been playing with it all day, the one who split the family up. “You’re early,” she greeted with a grumble, trying to ignore what the sight of him still did to her.   

That little ember in the center of her chest that burned a little brighter whenever they were in the same room.   

“Nice to see you too,” Andy licked his lips, “Can I come in? Its fucking cold out here,” he scoffed with a little, dry chuckle, though, when her annoyance didn’t let up, Andy added, “But I’m good with freezing too.” 

Y/n’s expression softened and she shook her head. Pulling the door open a bit wider, she gestured for him to come in, retreating down the hallway as he stepped inside. “Uh…Gracey’s upstairs,” she rubbed her sweater clad forearm as she finally admitted, “She’s having a bit of a meltdown.”  

They’d both paused near at the breakfast bar, which was, at the moment, littered with bagged and boxed up Christmas decorations. Y/n had planned on putting up some of it during the three and a half days that Grace would be gone, while things like ornaments for the tree alone with some other things would wait for when she returned, so they could do it together. “Did something happen?” He furrowed his brows while absently picking at the edge of a blue tinted bag that held a wreath for the front door. 

Y/n shrugged, “No….yes…she’s upset about you not being here,” he bent his head, an unconscious gesture prompted by guilt, “She doesn’t understand what’s going on,” Y/n swallowed thickly as she blinked back moisture, “She says its my fault.”  

“Its not,” Andy reassured sympathetically, reaching out to touch her forearm, “You know that, right?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/n fibbed with a nod. Truthfully, sometimes it did feel like her fault; she was the one that initiated the divorce proceedings in the first place. Andy had begged her to work with him on fixing things, arguing that they loved each other, but in the end, Y/n had been the one to put her foot down and insist that love wasn’t enough anymore. She remained steadfast in the belief that relationships- and marriages, by extension- couldn’t survive on just love. Honesty, trust and emotional availability was important too;  

You couldn’t just love someone, you had to let them get close enough so they’d know you did- not freeze them out.

“She’s upstairs,” Y/n stepped away from his touch, and awkwardly, Andy retracted his hand and stuffed it in the pocket of his dark jeans, “She wants you, so maybe you should….”

“Yeah, of course,” Andy nodded, brushing past her to get to the stairs, though, pausing when he noted a box of string lights and garland that were usually fitted to the roof and around the windows, “I can put those up for you, if you want,” he gestured to the box.  

“No its okay,” Y/n waved dismissively, “I’ve already got someone coming over tomorrow to do it.” It was in fact and outright lie; there was no one coming over, Y/n hadn’t even thought about how she’d get them up, it wasn’t like she had any interest in getting up there herself. “But thanks.” 

Andy’s hopeful expression fell, but he didn’t protest, instead continuing towards the stairs and adding as he did; “Alright well….if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” 

“Mhm,” their eyes met briefly, and for a moment, she considered telling him the truth. But then he turned his face away and carried on up the stairs, leaving Y/n to head back towards the kitchen and making a mental note to ask her friends if they knew anyone that could do it in such short notice. 

Not really knowing what to do with herself, Y/n tried to busy her hands by ‘organizing’ some of the decorations in the boxes and storage bins, a pretty useless feat considering they'd been organized before she’d put them away after last Christmas. Still, she carried on, coordinating figurines and ornaments based on different themes. Y/n was just about to transfer a Santa Claus figure decked off in blue and silver when two pairs of footsteps ended in two familiar figures pausing at the landing. Andy with Grace's pink, princess print bag in hand and her daughter, with tear stained cheeks and her favorite stuffed toy clutched close to her chest. 

"Do you have something to say to mommy?" Andy encouraged, affectionately touching the top of Grace's head.  

After a moment of shuffling her feet, clad in bright shoes that Andy must have put on for her before heading downstairs, Grace approached. Y/n moved around from behind the counter and dropped to her knees so she and their little one were at eye level, just as they were within six inches of each other. "I'm sorry, mommy," Grace mumbled meekly, "I didn't mean to yell at you." 

"I know, Bunny. Sometimes its hard not to when we're feeling big things, huh?" Y/n frowned, reaching out to brush a few strands away from Grace's cheek and she nodded stiffly, "Can I have a hug?" Grace nodded again, before diving towards her chest and throwing her arms around Y/n's neck. In return, Y/n flattened her palms against Grace's back, holding her in a tight hug. 

They stayed like that for a moment, until Y/n realized that she was cutting into Andy's time with Grace. "I'm sure your daddy has a lot planned for this afternoon," Y/n sniffled softly as she pulled away. She'd never admit it, but she missed being a family; she still loved Andy and a very small part of her still wished they could have worked things out- that he could have let her in.  

"Uh, yeah," Andy cleared his throat, "I don't have any decorations," which was understandable since he'd only moved out just before they'd started proceedings, about ten months earlier, "So we're gonna go shopping, at the Christmas village," the one they used to go to together every year since Grace was born, she'd planned on taking her the next week, but knew that it wouldn't have been the same without Andy. Presumably noting the falter in her expression, Andy hastily offered, "Do you wanna come with? We can wait for you to get ready."

Before Y/n could respond, Grace's face lit up and she jumped excitedly, "Please come mommy." Her big eyes were alight and her cute smile was broad, and when Y/n caught Andy's eyes, she thought there was something in them, something that resembled a little spark of hope. She didn't want to disappoint them. 

But she couldn't stand to confuse Grace either. Seeing them together, pretending to be a perfect family only to separate again by the evening- especially so soon  after the divorce- couldn't be good for her.

"You know," Y/n sighed, glancing at the disarray; boxes cluttering the counter and dining table, huge bags on the floor and an undecorated tree in the living room, "I have a lot to do here," which she could probably get done the next day, "And I have some work that I've gotta send to the office, maybe next time."  

"Please mommy," Grace pouted. 

It broke Y/n's heart to turn her daughter down but it felt like it would be the right decision in the long run, "Not today Bunny," she walked over to Grace, who was standing close to Andy's side, "But I promise we'll do something fun when you get back, alright."  

"Fine," Grace grumbled, averting her gaze, and when Y/n bent to peck her forehead, she pulled away and stomped off, that time in the direction of the door.   

"This could have waited, and you know it," Andy hissed venomously, clenching his jaw as he turned away to catch up with Grace. 

"Andy-"   

"I don't have time for this," he huffed, shaking his head, before pausing for a few seconds, "You know, I know you’ve got your issues with me, but she shouldn't suffer because of that."  

"That's not what this is," she followed him down the hall, catching a glimpse of Grace standing at the door, waiting for Andy.   

"Yeah?" Andy scoffed, helping Grace into her puffer coat, "Well that's what it feels like," he said, before pulling the door open and taking Grace's hand as they headed out. 

After strapping Grace into her car seat, Andy piled into the driver’s side with a sigh. It was obvious that she was upset about Y/n declining to join them at the Christmas village, and admittedly, he was hurt too- his hurt usually had a way of coming off as anger, and judging by the way Grace had reacted, it was an inherited trait. Andy hadn’t meant to be so harsh with Y/n, but he couldn’t help but feel like she was putting their problems above what Grace wanted and it stung. Their daughter should always come first. 

Of course, Andy would never, ever even think that Y/n was a bad mother, if anything, he sometimes thought that she was the better parent. She was the patient one, the nurturing one, the one that had read all the parenting books she could put her hands on; Y/n was an excellent mother and it wasn’t a secret that she made him a better father. But she was also mad at him, for reasons he couldn’t quite understand, or maybe ones he never tried to; the papers had cited irreconcilable differences, her lawyer had called him distant and emotionally unavailable. 

Andy happened to think he was plenty available, emotionally and otherwise. Though something in the back of his mind did sometimes protest that he should have tried harder, maybe he should have agreed to counseling, like she wanted.   

As he turned onto the main road, Andy glanced into the rear view mirror, catching Grace’s evident despondence as she played with the floppy ear of her stuffed bear. Hoping to cheer her up, he tapped a few icons on the car’s music system and scrolled through a couple playlists until he found one they’d made together the last time he’d had Grace; a collection of Christmas songs that she liked. “Come on, kiddo,” he tapped his fingers against the wheel in time with the Andy Williams tune, “You love this one.”   

Grace didn’t answer, instead turning to look out the window.  Not knowing how else to engage her, at least while driving, Andy started singing along; loudly and off key. “It’s the holiday season, and Santa Claus is coming round!” When he checked the mirror again, Andy caught her fighting a grin, “Really gonna make me sing alone, huh?” He teased before continuing, “Alright. It’s the holiday season and Santa Claus has got a toy for-”

“Every good girl and good little boy! Santa’s a great big bundle o’joy!” When Grace finally joined in, dancing excitedly in her seat, Andy grinned broadly.   

Thankfully, her cheerful mood lasted for the rest of the ride to the park, where the fair had been set up. Even after he’d backed his Audi into a spot between a red jeep and a black station wagon, Grace kept singing and he waited until Frosty the Snowman was finished before shutting off the engine and getting out. “Alright,” Andy began, undoing the buckles of her car seat, “What do you wanna do first? Decorations or feed the reindeer?” 

“Umm,” Grace hummed as Andy set her on the ground, fixing her hat before shutting the door and taking her hand, “Feed the reindeer!” She beamed, all traces of her former upset completely evaporated.  

“Great choice, Bunny,” Andy chuckled, leading her towards the entrance. Just ahead of them, was a young family; a toddler and an older kid about Grace’s age accompanied by a young couple. They looked sweet and happy, and reminded Andy of the kind of life he’d wanted with Y/n; before their marriage had taken a turn for the worst, they’d been talking about having another baby- they could have been that family.  

But they weren’t.  

The reminder was enough to have his shoulders slumping and his expression falling; he still wanted that with Y/n, even if they were divorced. With a well hidden frown, Andy held onto Grace’s hand and led her past the security while trying to shake off the fact that he wasn’t yet over his ex. 

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[jmaster13]

In an alternate universe Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have a happy life together.

#Captain America #Bucky Barnes #Chris Evans #Sebastian Stan #Gay #Happy #Life #Socks #Holidays

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Eleven: More Than Just Turkey

Summary- 5k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Tanya opened her home to the holiday and you are nervous to be joining in on these friends made into a family holiday. Curtis though is happy to include you among those he is closest with.

Warnings- Reader experiences moments of nervousness and doubt. Some hesitant eating moments. Sexual Content, Fingering. This is an 18+ Only Blog

A/N- It is no secret I love holidays and had to include a Friendsgiving chapter for this verse. I think I love this chapter for the fact that Curtis made his own family in his friends. As always, thank you so much for reading, sharing, and commenting. Every time I read someone's comment, message, or ask that talks about being seen in this journey, I just feel so grateful. Special thanks to @what-is-your-plan-today for taking the time to go over this, especially with you having been under the weather. All the love, thank you so much. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Chapter Ten / Masterlist

“You sure this is enough?” You worried as Curtis drove towards Tanya's house. You twisted in your seat once more, checking your two dishes were safe although you already knew they were secured in place. Curtis glanced at you from the corner of his eye and reached over to grasp your thigh, gently squeezing to get your attention. 

“Honey, it is more than enough. Especially when Tanya told you not to bring anything.” He calmly reminded you. 

His tone served as a reminder that you were everything he wasn't right now. Where he was calm and collected, you were a nervous bundle of energy fretting in your seat. You had worried about everything since Curtis went to your apartment to pick you up, patiently he assured you that you looked beautiful and the food you got up early to make tasted perfect. He had his suspicions about why you were nervous but kept those thoughts to himself. 

For you, this was a big moment and it had been drilled into you with Jake that you had to be perfect when going to friends' and families' houses. Curtis was nothing like Jake, but old habits died hard. 

“I can’t show up at Tanya’s house with nothing Curtis.” 

“And you have two dishes that look amazing and I know will taste even better from the sample I took this morning.” 

“Really?” You finally straightened back in place and Curtis took your hand to bring into his lap, smoothing his thumb over the back of your hand. 

“Really Honey, Tanya is gonna be thrilled to see your sweet potato casserole and rolls.” He lifted your hand up to his whiskered mouth, pressing a kiss there. “Now try and relax, enjoy yourself Pretty Girl.” He rumbled out deeply and you inched over closer to let your head rest against his shoulder. 

Curtis kept hold of your hand till the time he pulled into the driveway, several cars were already parked there. You swiftly unbuckled and Curtis tightened his hold on you to tug you close against him, tilting your face to look at him. 

“Remember that these are friends. What’s got you so worried?” Curtis finally voiced, knowing you were still dealing with the shit your ex had put you through, and then not to mention Halloween was just four weeks ago. “I promise all that is expected of you is to enjoy your holiday.” 

He opted not to mention Edgar’s behavior at Halloween. Between him and Tanya, Edgar already knew he was on thin ice and had to be at his absolute best today, or else they really were going to let Ella loose on him. That is if Curtis didn’t get to him first. They still hadn’t chatted, but it was something Curtis planned on fixing today. Get what needed to be said out and move on. 

Curtis wasn’t necessarily sympathetic about Edgar’s jealousy but you had seemed ready to forgive and try again, he supposed he could as well. With the clear promise, it was to never happen again. 

You wrinkled your nose and he pressed a kiss to the tip, even though his crystalline blues bored into your own still. “What if I do something, or get in the way.” Your brows furrowed and you looked down, your insecurities getting the best of you at the moment. “I just don’t want to embarrass you today.” 

“Just be you, Honey, You are sweet, kind, sexy as fuck…” You rolled your eyes a bit here, but Curtis got your attention again. “... and I’m damn proud you're my girl that I get to show off. You have nothing to worry about today.” 

“You are too much.” You couldn't hold back the smile, his words having given you a giddy rush that warmed your cheeks and made you glad you were here now. 

“I don’t tell you nearly enough Pretty Girl. Come on.” He opened the door and slid you across the seat to help you down. Once one of your dishes was secured in your hold and he had the other, the two of you made it up the steps and a knock had the door springing open to Timmy waiting in the entranceway, holding out his hands in offering to let you step inside. 

“Hey Ms.Y/L/N, Curtis, Mama was saying you two should be showing up any minute.” 

“Y/N had to let something cool before we could get here.” Curtis set down his bowl and offered to help you out of your jacket, then took off his. 

“Hey, Timmy, how about today it's just Y/N? We are on vacation after all.” You offered and your student gave a nod in understanding. 

“Sure thing Y/N, the kitchen is just down the hall to the left, everyone is in there or the living room, I will go bring these to mom.” He took off with your sweet potatoes, and you turned to Curtis, moving to pick up the rolls. 

“I'm gonna run these in there.” You mentioned while he unlaced his boots to get them off. 

“I will be around in a minute to say Hi to Tanya.” 

You made your way into the kitchen, bypassing the living room where it looked like Edgar and Timmy were getting ready to wrestle, while Grey was teaching the kid some moves to use on Edgar. In the kitchen you found Tanya and Ella picking at some snacks on a board, an open bottle of wine, and food scattered all over the place. On a stool near Ella stood Sophia, the little three-year-old in pigtails, doing her best to mix some dough with her spoon, happily.

“Hey.” You said as you held up a covered cooking sheet. “I also come with some rolls.” 

“You are a life saver Y/N.” Tanya exclaimed as she motioned to a bare spot on her island counter. “This one distracted me and I done burned mine.” Curtis’ cousin next to her gave a look to her friend.

“Excuse me, I'm sorry that I literally said ‘Hey look at this post on Instagram and you forgot your rolls scrolling the half-naked hot dudes. Hate to see your reaction to pornhub.” Ella set her phone down to help Sophia with stirring. “Alright kiddo, these cookies are looking good. But you know who is here now? Uncle Curtis.” She fixed Sophia’s hair. “Can you say hi to Y/N? Remember she gave us all the best candy trick or treating.” 

The little girl, with her chubby cheeks a bit ruddy from the warmth in the kitchen and bright shining eyes, immediately dropped her spoon in the bowl and threw her hands up to be let down. “Uncle! Uncle!” She beamed at you as Ella wiped at her hands with a wet towel and tugged her flour covered mini apron off to set her free. “Hi!” Little fingers waved at you before she giggled and scrunched up her face at you. 

“He should be here in just a second, he was just taking off his boots.” You told the women as you reached a hand for Sophia, who grasped it in a greeting. “Hey, Sophia nice to see you.” 

Sophia's eyes were bright and exquisite as she looked you over. She must have deemed you okay because she rambled right into a conversation with you in two seconds while still working on getting off her chair. “Those suga’ cookies’ for famksgiving.” You were helping her down when Curtis came around the corner. 

“Uncle!” Sophia's voice rose in excitement and bolted away from you to race to her uncle who promptly caught her and swung her up into the crook of his arm, where she sat like she belonged, hugging him around his neck and pointing excitedly at her cookie dough. “Look what I’m making!” 

“Well, you are the cookie monster.” He swung her around, blowing on her belly and making her squeal in laughter. Ella shook her head at the two of them. 

“How about we finish your sugar cookies and you go play with Uncle Curtis?” Ella wiggled her brows at the suggestion, the little girl immediately on board with the idea. 

“You’re leaving me alone with this rugrat?” Curtis now had Sophia hanging over his shoulder, the little girl squealing with excitement as she grabbed at her uncle's beanie and shoved the too big hat on her head, half covering her head. 

“Her father is in the other room. Let Grey take her for a while. It’s his weekend with her.” Ella nodded, tickling the back of Sophia’s feet, making her kick against Curtis’s chest lightly. Tanya piped up from the stove where she was basting a turkey. 

“You will be safe Curtis.” From the other room, Timmy chose the opportune moment to call Curtis's name. 

There was no saving him now and he took a firm hold of Sophia's swinging legs to keep her from kicking, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “Don’t believe anything these two say while I’m gone.” 

“I’m gonna tell her about that time I caught you kissing my doll.” Ella smirked as she rolled out the cookie dough, Tanya pausing in mid-baste to look over her shoulder. 

“He didn’t!” 

“Sure was! He claims he was practicing to kiss the girl next door to Grammy’s.” Ella promised.

Curtis groaned as he hung his head, sighing. “I should have lied to you.” 

“How could you have lied about that Curtis? Anything else would have just sounded weirder.” Ella laughed as she continued with the cookies. 

You shooed your hands at him, giving a light push. “Git outta here, I wanna hear more about what you did as a kid.” 

He shot one last look at the three women while Sophia slid back into his arms. He looked down at his niece and everything was all good, you fit in just like you had always been a part of the family. “Come on Little Terror, let’s go find your Daddy.” 

Entering the living room where Edgar and Timmy had each other in a headlock and Grey was directing Timmy on which way to twist to bring Edgar down to the floor. 

“Okay! Okay, I give.” Edgar finally bowed out, the two of them falling to the floor, panting to catch their breath. Curtis let Sophia go, watching her run off to her father. 

“Hey Edgar, got a minute?” Cutis cocked his head to the door in suggestion. Edgar glanced up at him warily but gave a nod, pushing himself up off the floor to follow Curtis outside on the porch. The two men stood out in the chilly fall morning, watching Tanya’s street with interest. Edgar shifted nervously next to Curtis, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck to ease the tension. 

“So- uh- before we start, I wanna say thanks, for being cool with me coming today.” 

Curtis breathed in deeply, clearing out his irritation with Edgar and remembering how you were willing to give him a chance. “You really have to thank Y/N for that. She was willing to look past the things you said and give you a chance to prove that you’re better than that.” Curtis leaned his forearms on the railing, still looking out on the street. “Which I know you are Edgar, I just…well, I still don’t fucking understand where that came from.” 

Turning finally to face him, expecting an answer Edgar sighed. “Me being a dumbass. Like I told Y/N, jealous. You were happy Curtis. In two months your whole life was just better all because of Y/N. I was there, you were watching Y/N like she was a literal Goddess walking around the room, and fuck man, I wanted that. I wanted someone who just makes everything seem worth it, you know?” 

“God Edgar, you are something else.” Curtis shook his head in irritation. “So you saw I was happy and you decided to what… try to make Y/N seem unworthy?” 

“I was an idiot, not thinking clearly. She seemed too good, everyone liked her, all of us, myself included liked her from the moment we met her. I just… grasped at the first thing I could to make her seem less perfect I guess.” 

“I could fucking strangle you.” Cutis snapped out, leveling a cold look at Edgar. “You know what happened after that?” Edgar gave a sad shake of his head. “Y/N hated on herself, you made her believe every fear she has about herself. She shut down that night and I spent all Halloween reminding her that she was perfect just as she is.” 

“I wish I could take it back… I don’t feel that way at all about her, I swear.” 

“Words fucking mean something Edgar, the things you say can lift a person up or drag them down. You brought her to a dark place that she had already escaped from once.” Curtis angrily said. 

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Edgar said quietly. 

Curtis took a moment, letting himself calm down once more. “ I know you are, I do believe that you are. Y/N is ready to move on and if she is then I’m willing to as well. But listen carefully Edgar, if you ever make me choose between the two of you again, it is going to be her.” 

“Okay.” 

“No, I'm dead fucking serious Edgar. I don’t know where Y/N and I are going to end up, but I’m ready to see, she’s unlike any woman I’ve dated so far. This isn’t us fooling around 'cause it’s a good time.” 

“I get it Curtis, we can all see that this isn’t like any girlfriend you’ve had before.” 

You craned your head out of the kitchen to watch Curtis leave with Sophia when you turned back to the other two, going to help with cutting out the cookies and putting them on the tray. “So… tell me more about Curtis as a kid?” 

“Oh gladly.” Ella grinned, delving into more stories of him when he was younger. The next half hour they spent together was Ella telling childhood stories along with Tanya filling in some of her own stories from their friendship. You found yourself giggling so much that your eyes watered and you constantly were wiping at them.

Tanya finally pulled out the last tray of cookies and set them aside. “Well that's just about it, Y/N can you go tell them I need one of them to carve this turkey and Timmy to come set the table?” 

“Of course.” You set your wine glass down, feeling a bit giddy still and Ella promptly reached over to pour the last of the wine bottle in it. 

“I will bring it to the table.” She winked. “Tanya we gotta open another bottle.” 

“Another one?”

You heard Tanya answer back as you made your way to the living room. Poking your head in, the sight that you saw made you cover your mouth briefly to keep a surprised ‘aww’ escaping. All four of the guys were scattered around the floor lounging, Sophia going to each one to make them so pretty as she kept saying. 

Carefully she would brush the men's hair, trying to sweep it back or make it stand up, depending on who she was with. Making her way to Curtis, she just swiped it over his scalp and then on his beard, beaming at her uncle. “So pretty.” 

“Yes, so pretty.” Curtis agreed with her, rolling his eyes up and wincing just a bit when she let the bristles come down just a little too hard. “Okay, go get Daddy now.” 

This is when you opted to make yourself known. “Hey, Tanya needs someone to go carve the turkey, any takers?” 

Edgar pushed up off the floor before Sophia could circle back to him, taking the excuse to escape getting his hair brushed once more. Timmy was right behind him and Gray caught his daughter in his hold, kissing her chubby cheek. “You wanna go help Mommy now?” The toddler swept her brush through his hair with an enthusiastic nod. 

Leaving just you and Curtis alone in the living room, he pushed to a stand while you joined him. “Having a good time?” He inquired while running his hands around you to press into the dip of your back and pull you flush against him. You circled his waist in response, swaying gently with him. 

“Yes, Ella and Tanya told me a lot.” You giggled, still feeling the warm rush the wine gave you. “I didn’t have the heart to tell your cousin that your moves have gotten better over the years. She likes to think that you are a walking disaster when it comes to women.” 

Curtis groaned with a tilt of his head. “She really forgets nothing.”

“Did you really show up at a girl's house with a boombox to play Backstreet Boys?” 

“It was her favorite song. I was thirteen.” He let his forehead lean against yours, “I just watched Say Anything and saw John Cusak do it.” 

You giggled as you tilted your face up to nibble at his bottom lip, your eyes shining excitedly at him from under your lashes. You are full of surprises Curtis.” 

“I got more for you later.” He winked at you, a thumb and forefinger grasping your chin to hold you still as he tilted in close, kissing you slow and dirty in the middle of his friend's living room, Your hands clutched at the back of his shirt to keep yourself steady at the moment. 

It seemed to have the desired effect he was looking for because you were left with parted lips and dazed eyes as his thumb swiped along your bottom lip before weaving his hand with yours and leading you away from the living room. 

At the moment you were speechless, having him chuckling softly as he tucked you under his arm, while rejoining everyone else. 

“You were playing dirty.” You whispered to him before anyone could hear you. 

“Nah, I was being nice, Pretty Girl.” His tone dropped at the nickname and he eased out a chair which you settled into, glancing around the table. Timmy was carving the turkey with Edgar nearby giving tips, Grey and Ella had Sophia between the two of them, Ella making her a plate while Grey worked on tying her hair back to keep it from getting messy while she was eating. Tanya was admiring the entire setup with a pleased look on her face. 

“It all looks so good.” You complimented as you felt your leg jiggle. There was so much food and everyone was generously helping themselves to what was spread around and you found yourself suddenly nervous about taking any. Each bowl and platter Curtis passed to you had you taking small amounts, easily leaving you with just a few bites of everything. 

It didn’t pass Curtis’s notice, seeing you pick at the food on your plate. Under the table he reached over to gently grasp your thigh, giving a slight squeeze to catch your attention. You were talking to Grey across the table, but feeling Curtis’s hand, you glanced at him, your fork with a tiny bite of potatoes. His gaze dropped to your fork in question and you were quick to take that bite. 

Was he judging what you were eating? The chaotic part of your mind drilled you, even though the sensible part was sure to remind you that he never had before and on the first date he watched you eat a giant burger, fries and a shake, there wasn't even enough on your plate to count as a full meal. 

But his hand never moved away, if anything he tucked it further between your thighs and let his thumb brush back and forth soothing while he went back to talking among the group. Curtis wasn’t upset with you eating, he was just silently checking in to make sure you were okay. It occurred to you that you were letting your thoughts dictate you and you weren't enjoying yourself because you were worried over nothing no one else was noticing. In defiance of the negative thoughts, you nudged Curtis. 

“Can I have the mashed potatoes and gravy?” 

Curtis gave you a genuine smile while handing them over to you. “Anything you want Honey, more turkey? You don't have much.” 

“Yes please and a roll.” 

You were done censoring your eating today and properly filled your plate. 

“Where did you teach before here Y/N?” Tanya asked, drawing you back into the conversation. 

You had to clear your mind, clearing your throat to focus on what was asked of you and take another bite. “Lake George in New York for almost five years, but I needed the change.” 

Curtis had yet to remove his hand from your leg, but you were noticeably at ease once more and were not pushing your food around like you had been before. He remained quiet while you opened up with everyone, soon laughing just like you were before in the kitchen. Completely in the moment. 

And that was all he wanted today, for you to feel welcome in those he considered his family. 

Soon everyone was pushing their plates away with overfilled groans about how good the food had been. “Well, I think I can get this table cleaned off, you all up for some games?” Tanya pushed to a stand, gathering dirty dishes. 

“Sure, what do you have?” Ella asked curiously, handing her dishes over. Curtis removed himself from the table to collect the dishes from Tanya to bring them to the kitchen, you started to gather stuff off the table while the others discussed game choices. 

“Thanks Curtis and Y/N, umm, Timmy what do we have?” 

Curtis was quick to deposit the dishes in the kitchen and you were right next to him organizing them so they didn't take up too much counter space. Taking your hand, he gave you a light tug to have you follow him, leading you into the hallway. “Where are we going?” You asked him in a whisper and he didn't slow down till he got to a door and swept it open to a guest bathroom. Being pulled in, you turned to him with a confused look while he locked the door behind him. 

“Right here.” He directed you to turn around in the small space, moving behind you till you were facing the mirror hanging above the bathroom sink. “I wanted a few minutes alone with you Honey.” He muttered as he rubbed his chin against the curve of your neck, watching your reactions through the mirror. “Just checking in with you.” A tilt of his head made him start teasing near the hinge of your jaw causing you to tilt for him. “Pretty Girl.” 

Your breath hitched hearing him, his gaze lifting enough to see that instead of closing up, you were getting lost in the sensations his mouth was bringing you. His hands squeezed your hips once more before pushing under your shirt to stroke along the lower part of your belly.

“I’m good, feeling really good.” You said hazily as he flushed kisses down to your shoulder. 

“I can tell, think you can be quiet for me?” Fingers delved under the band of your pants to brush his fingers on your mound, pressing lightly into the soft curls before stroking against your slit, making you quiver, shooting a look at him through the mirror. His head tilted in question even though he continued to touch, tracing your slit now to spread your folds apart. 

Yes, you could be quiet cause he gathered enough slick to rub your clit and you urgently gripped the edge of the counter but didn’t make a peep at how good it felt. “That’s my girl.” He praised your efforts and started to tease you more, spreading slick that wept from you to put more pressure on you. He never let up kissing your neck, never quite giving you a hickey, but his teeth nipped in place of some kisses, and he never stopped praising you. Between presses of his lips, he would groan in your ear as a finger filled you, then another to stretch you and make you whimper at the sensation. “Eyes on me Pretty Girl, fuck you’re beautiful when you get like this.” 

You did your best to stare at him through the mirror, your eyes rolling back whenever he hit a particularly sweet spot. 

“Curtis…” You whispered out, your mouth screwing to keep from calling out as his calloused fingers stroked over your sweet spot over and over so you would cum for him. 

“What is it Pretty Girl, think you’re gonna give out on me?” Another stroke had your knees giving a shake and your knuckles whitening as you grasped Tanya’s bathroom counter in an effort not to let yourself sag. Your head shook a no, you could keep going. His tone was heavy, graveled deep as he called you pretty girl once more, and stroked you so thoroughly, his thumb flicking around your clit, it all made your eyes waver back and jaw go slack. 

“Oh god, I’m gonna-” 

Hearing you he went faster, clasping his other hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while his fingers fucked you. “Come on Pretty Girl, you gonna show me how good you feel?” Hearing him, your velvet walls clenched around him and your eyes were now pleading with him in the mirror while his mouth curved up, feeling just how close you were. 

“Pretty Girl, god you are so fucking sexy looking like this.” You clenched again, your slick sounding so loud now, the sound of his hand between your thigh was soon covered by your muffled gasp, feeling the white heat in your belly sear in pleasure while you sagged into his hold. “I got you…” His arm dropped to around your waist and you leaned back into his chest.

“Fuck that was perfect.” Curtis eased his hand from your pants and held up the glistening fingers with a smirk. 

You shyly turned into his arms, feeling vulnerable in the way that this wasn't the safety of your apartment or his house. Your face pressed into the soft flannel covering his chest and he rubbed at your back, smiling to yourself as his mouth pressed at the crown of your head. 

“You looked so good Honey, I couldn't stop thinking about getting you to myself for a few moments.” Curtis assured you, giving his hand a quick rinse in the bathroom sink. 

You hid a smile in his chest but then you looked up, nuzzling a bit against his beard and sighing. “We should get back out there. I can only imagine Ella coming to look for us.” 

Curtis gave a laugh, his eyes amused. “That is something she would do.” Before you let him unlock the door, you cupped the back of his neck and shared a thorough kiss, biting lightly at his bottom lip before pulling away from him.

“Okay, I’m ready now.” Clicking the lock, you both exited the bathroom. 

On the way back through the house to go towards the dining room, you paused seeing all these pictures hanging in the hallway. Glancing at all the happy pictures, you saw a few that Curtis was included in. 

What appeared to be card night around Tanya’s table with a much younger Timmy sitting next to him. You pointed it out to him. “How old was Timmy here?”

He scooped up behind you, kissing the back of your neck while you sunk back into him, looking up at the wall. 

“Mmmh, probably 10? We were having poker night.” Curtis smiled at the memory of it. “Only gambling Tanya said we could do. Kid cleaned me out that night.” 

You giggled at his story, letting your hands cover his resting on your waist. “What a beautiful family.” 

He hummed in agreement and continued back towards the dining room. 

Tanya just glanced at the two of you coming back into the room and gave a smile in greeting. “Would you two like some coffee?” 

“Sure.” You were eager for the attention to fall off you and Curtis. “Let me help you.” 

“No, no… I got it.” She said as she pushed up from the dining room table that was now littered with the board game Clue, some untouched snacks, and drinks. “You and Curtis are the green peg on the board and your turn is next. Cream, sugar?” 

“Sounds perfect.” 

“Curtis?” 

“None for me, thanks.” He said absently while studying the board, Ella flinging over a piece of paper with all the clues already given on the board. His arm circled over your shoulders while waiting for your turn to pop up. “Hey Sophia Bear, what cards does your mom have?” He teased and Ella hid her cards against her chest. 

“Just cause you two went off doing who knows what doesn't mean you can cheat to win Curtis!” 

“She has a man!” Sophia chose to divulge her mom's secrets anyways much to the room's amusement, making them all laugh. Grey tugged his toddler into his lap, whispering in her ear while Ella scowled at her kid.

“Good girl.”  

Timmy stretched out across the table to move his piece into the library and started making his accusation as to whodunit. 

Ella cheekily denied having any clues before she turned to you and Curtis. “Sooo, you two have a good time?” 

“Just showing Y/N the house.” Curtis was quick to reply which had you half panicking next to him but under the table, his hand rubbed against your thigh reassuring. “Tanya has a nice backyard.” 

“Liar, it's just a dirt patch back there,” Ella smirked at the two of you and shared a wink with you. “Good for you two. But… you’re still getting your asses beat at Clue.” 

“Bring it.” Curtis challenged her while he pressed the dice into your hand. “Give us a good roll Honey.” 

#life is short so make it sweet #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett x plus!sized reader #curtis everett fan fiction #curtis everett #snowpiercer au #curtis everett au #chris evans characters #fluff #holiday #friendsgiving #friends made into family #smut #amber writes #sweater writes

[chasingmidnights]

'Tis the Season: Holiday Special

Day 6 - Steve Rogers - what the holidays might look like with Steve Rogers. The holidays with Steve would include helping him mark things off of his list and enjoying the down time. Building gingerbread houses and Steve playing the piano for you as you listened and sat on the couch. You and Steve enjoy the view from the cabin that you rented for a few days. On Christmas, Steve surprises you with the puppy that you've been wanting.

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[sarahrogersevans]

I Wanna Spend Every Christmas With You- Chris Evans xreader Christmas Fanfic

Summary: Reader and Chris are decorating their Christmas tree on Christmas Eve and Chris has a special surprise for reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, soft Chris, shy reader, not a lot of warnings

————Y/N’s POV——-

I love setting up the Christmas tree on the night before Christmas and listening to Christmas music, it always feels so magical. Ever since Chris and I got together four years ago every holiday has been wonderful and he loves Christmas just as much as I do. I got a few ornament boxes out and said “which ones did you wanna put up babe?” Chris picked up a toy story ornament and said “this one is always my favorite I put it up every year, mind if I change the song Y/N? I have a particular Christmas song I wanna play.” I got curious and said “oh, yes of course go for it.” Chris grabbed my phone and looked up the song he wanted on Spotify and then I heard it playing and said “ahh, this is a good one babe!”

I love Christmas this holiday always makes me happy and really makes me feel alive and having Chris home with me makes me feel even more happy. I’m glad he got Christmas off it wouldn’t be the same without him. Plus he loves decorating like I do and he feeds his dog Dodger treats while we decorate and I’ll hug Chris a lot because I love being close to him.

————- Chris’s POV———

Gosh I feel so nervous, I’m about to propose to Y/N and I want this to go right, ever since we started dating every holiday is so wonderful and she loves that I wanna decorate the tree with all Disney ornaments and spoils me every year though I feel guilty and try to spoil her and she just makes me so happy. I went through how I was gonna ask her in my mind one more time and then paused the music and dimmed the lights so the Christmas tree lights would glow.

Y/N said “hey Chris why did you pause the music?” I walked over to Y/N and took her hand in mine and got on one knee and she said “oh my god..” I smiled and said “Y/N, having you in my life is the best gift I could ever ask for and spending holidays with you will always be my greatest gift. I wanna spend every Christmas with you so, Y/N L/N.” I got the ring out and said “will you marry me?” Y/N shook her head yes while crying and said “yes, of course I will marry you Mr. Evans, I love you!” I got up and put the ring on her and took her face in my hands and leaned in to kiss her and said “I love you so much honey, gosh I was so nervous about this.” Y/N smiled and said “aww don’t be nervous that was wonderful Chris, you mean everything to me I love you with my whole heart I’m glad I’m yours.” I kissed her and said “I’m so lucky you’re mine I love you Y/N merry Christmas honey.” Y/N hugged me and said “merry Christmas Chris.”

Ok so since it’s Christmas Eve here I thought I’d post this now while I was thinking about it 😊🎄 happy holidays everyone!! Hope you enjoy!! xx love you all!

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@chrisevansdaughter

@jessybarnes

@lokiandbuckysdoll

@sunshine-on-my-mind

@imyourbratzdoll

@royalwritersoftheuniverses

@evansgurl-love

@marvelstarker-mha98

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@nana1000night

@writersblog20

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@lovebittenbyevans

If I forget to tag anyone please let me know xx

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[avalentina]

Ava's Holiday Writing Spectacular!

CANCELLED...

I just want to say thank you and I'm sorry.

I recently got a new job and I'm back to full time hours, plus with most of the additional staff being college students, I'm filling in a lot more. I get up in the morning, I go to work, I come home, and I go to bed. That's about it. But the holiday Spectacular will be back in 2024, and it will be EPIC! I plan on finishing everything I planned for this year and adding many more. I love the holidays and writing about them makes me very happy, so here's to 2024 and all the places it will take us! I love you all!

-Ava

HO HO HO Merry Christmas!

Feliz Navidad!

Happy Hanukkah!

Happy Kwanzaa!

Season's Greetings!

No matter what holiday you celebrate, welcome to my Seasonal Writing Spectacular! I hope you love the holidays as much as I do!

This event will feature one-shots and maybe some head cannons, for all of the characters I write for. Feel free to send in requests for it as well! I don't have a posting schedule done for it yet, but I will be making one!

My characters are...

Harry Styles

Draco Malfoy/Tom Felton

Sebastian Sallow

Stefan Salvatore

Loki/Tom Hiddleston

Maybe more???

The first post will be for Harry Styles on December 6th!

Stay Tuned!

And HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

I'm not promising a story a day because hell the fuck no, I'm too busy for that, but we'll see where the winds take me!

Ava's Holiday Writing Spectacular Masterlist!

Ava's HWS Posting Schedule!

Ava's Main Masterlist

#harry styles fanfiction #harrystyles #harry styles #harry potter #wizarding world #draco lucius malfoy #sebastian sallow #tony stark #rdj #chris hemsworth #thor odinson #loki #tom hiddleston #tom holland #peter parker #chris evans #steve rogers #stefan salvatore #christmas #holiday shorts #winter holidays #kwanzaa #hanukkah #writing fest #Ava LOVES the Holidays! #send requests

[thesokovianaccords]

#steggyweek22 - day one - inspired by

‘steve, how long are you planning to stay in britain?’

‘indefinitely’

or...a steggy notting hill au (x)

#steggy #steggyedit #steggyweek22 #steggyfanevents #myedits #my quest to turn every rom com I love into a steggy au continues apace #like...where would we be without roman holiday? the impact it had on the genre is a gift to mankind #also I love this movie and i love them and doesn't it just make sense? #I made Steve the movie star bc there is much better video of Chris Evans on red carpets and that's really the whole thought process #idk I'm still thinking through the specifics of the au but here we go #BABY'S FIRST GIFSET #hopefully it's not ugly ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[yourbuckies]

some more of my favorite fics:

Asymmetry • candlemaker If This Is As Far As We Go • BeauRadley my gaunt uneating heart • astrolesbian For the dead there is no story • hansbekhart Walk It Off • fannishlove, Thatswherethelightgetsin And you've got me wanting you. • barthelme a crack in everything • hiljainen i want it, i got it • bornes There's So Much That You Want (You Deserve Much More Than This) • orphan_account Cat Person • The_She_Devil

#stucky #stevebucky #stevebuckyedit #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steverogersedit #buckybarnesedit #marveledit #mcuedit #sebastian stan #chris evans #mine #ficrecs #last post of the year #for if you're at some party you'd rather not be at and want smth to do :) #happy holidays everyone!

[macverse]

Yuletide

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It's Christmas and you finally have time alone with your super soldier

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A/N: Thank you's too @empty-sigh(18+), @moderndaymystic, @sarahdonald87 (18+), and @babyjakes (18+), @daddyneeds-you (18+), @serephineh, @bloodbending, @fucktoyfelix (18+), @fandomfluffandfuck (18+), @quinnandersonwrites for inspo, motivation and reference content.

I do not write smut y'all. I was blushing all the way through this. Not because of the smut. Because I was writing it. I read things like this all the time. Writing it was an experience! But the idea had to let out and here we are. I'm glad all of these beautiful people's pages exist and help me through this fic. Thank you.

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“Y/N, come here,” Steve calls you from the living room, “What is this.”

You’d spent most of the afternoon making the living room in the rented cabin nestled in the woods feel cozy and inviting. It had been a while since you and Steve had had any time alone together and you wanted to make it special. You found an abundance of candles in the store closets and piled every cozy blanket and pillow over every seating surface and on the floor. You imagined Steve would have you moaning and writhing all over the room and couldn’t wait to feel the soft chunky knit pillows and faux fur blankets on your overstimulated skin. 

You transformed the living room while Steve was outside chopping firewood. While you raced around the cabin for supplies, you stopped for a moment to watch him through a window that looked out over the yard. You felt your breath quicken as he swung the axe up and over his head as if it were nothing, easily gliding through log after log, the large snowflakes steadily falling around him. Something about the steady and repetitive thwack of the axe caused your attention to hone in on the space between your thighs. Nothing about the simple act of chopping wood should have made you feel aroused but your body tingled in all the right places as you watched Steve’s muscles work under the tight, long-sleeved shirt he wore as he worked through the pile of wood. 

When Steve came back in, you’d pretended nothing was going on as he placed the basket filled with the large pile of wood he carried inside. You handed him a steaming hot cup of coffee and diverted him from the living room by telling him you’d started the shower so that it would be nice and warm. He kissed you sweetly and headed off to the shower none the wiser to what you’d been up to. You were supposed to be making Steve an apple pie while you’d been purposefully redecorating. You tried to make up for lost time weaving the lattice top and didn’t hear him as he snuck by, finding your surprise before you had meant to reveal it.

“With the way that snow is coming down out there, I thought we could spend some time together however you’d like,” you said feigning innocence, “You’ve just finished a long mission, Steve. I thought maybe I could help you relax.”

Steve looks around the room, taking in the near fire-starting amount of candles and all the plush items before turning to look at you, “You did all this for me, dollface?”

You nod sweetly in reply and slowly unbutton the thick cable knit cardigan you’d had on to keep warm. Underneath, you had on a cropped wrap top that gently cupped your naked breasts and a long peasant skirt that would easily slip from your body the minute you unbuckled the belt from your waist. You shivered slightly as the warmer material fell to the ground. When you saw Steve's eyes darken as he took in your exposed skin you knew that you’d be warm enough soon. It wasn’t just the sight of your exposed body that was turning his mood. It was the sight of every tattoo on your skin. 

The first time you'd done anything sexual with Steve, he'd paid special attention to the places where your original tattoos were. When you’d met him, you’d only had a few simple, small tattoos. The change in his mood over the few lines of ink surprised you. He gripped your hip almost too roughly where you had an outlined heart. He licked and nipped at your skin with his teeth, alternating between your sensitive nipples and catching your skin just below the swell of your breasts where you had a line of text. His large hands securely held down and stroked your wrist where you had your favorite book quote as he drove into you. Long gone was the good ‘ol boy routine that had swept you off your feet. It was replaced with something primal, darker, and hungry. 

Afterward, he’d asked you about them. It wasn’t just curiosity. Steve wanted to know what they meant. Wanting to know why you got them. Wanted to know how you felt when you were getting them. It made you feel as if he was making sure that your tattoos were not connected to anyone other than you. That was when he confessed to you how much he liked tattoos. Told you about how it made him feel, to see the ink permanently there on someone’s skin. How hard it made him to see something he’d drawn on someone's skin. How uncontrollably he felt when he saw it if he’d put it there himself. How much the idea of permanently marking someone like that turned him on.

He’d confessed how badly he’d wanted one himself but never could because the super soldier serum running through his veins was constantly healing him and erasing any ink he’d put on his skin. You’d asked him if he wanted to do that to you, to mark your skin. That was the first time you’d seen his mood turn like this, a dark lust building in his eyes. They burned with the desire that heated you to your core. He was back on you before you realized, filling your already aching cunt with his quickly hardening cock, his voice several octaves lower cut right through you as he said over and over again ‘yes’, ‘mine’, ‘gonna mark you’, ‘all fucking mine’.

That was when he started lovingly mapping out the tattoos that adorn your skin now...

Read the rest on my AO3.

#steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fandom #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers smut #captain america #chris evans #read on ao3 #ao3 #ff #fan fiction #chris evans fandom #marvel #pinterest game #christmas #holidays #writing #sorry its late

[a-moment-captured]

Christmas magic! I love Christmas but this year has me stressed to the max! The amount of money I’ve spent of Coit is insane but he deserves it!

I’ve got messages in my inbox about Jack, Lewis, and other stuff that I haven’t even had time to answer and I’m sorry! Life has been busy!

I doubt I’ll be on much in the next few days with all the Christmas stuff I have got planned for Coit, Addy, and Noah. Dakota being thrown into the mix has made it interesting!

I hope everyone has a blessed and merry Christmas! If you don’t celebrate Christmas, I hope you have a wonderful last 2 weeks of 2023!

#Christmas #Christmas magic #christmas aesthetic #christmas time #Christmas tree #jack harlow #lewis hamilton #love #chris evans #merry christmas #happy holidays #happy kwanzaa #happy new year #2023 #jackman harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x reader #joe burrow

[fortheloveoffanfic]

The Holiday Arrangement

Andy Barber x Reader

Author's Note: I am so sorry about this disappointing final chapter. Summary: When co-parenting during the holidays becomes difficult to navigate, Y/n brings a proposal to her ex-husband, Andy; spend Christmas together- for the sake of their daughter. Their already complicated arrangement becomes even more messy new memories dredge up buried feelings. Masterlists Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter Summary: Andy gives Y/n a sentimental gift on Christmas. A week later, on New Years Eve, an impromptu discussion on the end of their arrangement prove that Y/n and Andy may not be on the same page when it comes to the future of their relationship. Warnings: Angst

Christmas Day Andy had sneaked out of Y/n’s room at the crack of dawn, mostly because he knew that Grace was probably going to be up earlier than usual and barrel into the room, eager to open presents, but also because he wanted to get their traditional, Christmas morning breakfast started. Crepes with orange cream cheese, cranberry sauce and hot cocoa. Usually, it was Y/n that was up at seven, making breakfast while Andy kept Grace entertained, but that morning he was desperate to beat her to it.

Maybe she’d heard the dishes shifting around in the kitchen, or smelt sauce on a low simmer, but instead of heading to Y/n’s room, Grace had joined him downstairs instead of going to wake her mother- a fact that he was grateful for. He and Y/n had both been up late getting the finishing touches done, but he figured that she deserved the extra sleep a little more than he did. So, instead of letting Grace turn on the television and watch whatever Christmas film was on, Andy had encouraged her to help with breakfast; he charged her with setting the table, promising that however she did it- as long as she tried her best- would be great. 

“You two are busy,” Y/n noted almost an hour later as she reached the bottom of the stairs, bundled up in a thick robe thrown over her pajamas and fluffy slippers. 

Andy was just turning off the stove and turned to lay the final crepe on the serving plate, grinning at the sight of Grace practically leaping into her mother’s ready arms. “Merry Christmas,” he greeted, taking the serving plate over to the table. 

“Merry Christmas,” she flashed him a soft smile after kissing Grace on the cheek. “This all smells amazing,” Y/n complimented, and then quickly deducing that Grace had set the table, she added with the same enthusiasm, “And the table looks beautiful.”

“I did it all by myself!” Grace informed her proudly, still hanging onto Y/n tightly. 

“She did,” Andy confirmed, briefly returning to the kitchen to collect a wooden tray decked off with three mugs of cocoa, “I’ve had the best little helper all morning.” 

Beaming, Y/n pressed another kiss to Grace’s cheek, “Great job, Bunny.” When Y/n set her down, Grace excitedly pulled them both to the dining table, ensuring that they were seated on either side of her. 

Over breakfast, which went by rather quickly since Grace was anxious to get started on opening presents, they chatted quietly and for a moment. It felt like nothing had changed- like everything was the way it was meant to be. A happy couple in love and a young child that was adored by, and adored, her parents. 

Not the family they’d been one year earlier, a quiet little girl who could probably sense the tension between her parents, an emotionally distant husband who’d made a habit of bringing work to the table and a furious wife who’d been led to her wits end. Not that family. 

When they were through, Andy somehow managed to wrangle a bubbly, over-excited Grace- who’d probably already had way too much sugar- into washing her hands before letting her head to the living room to wait for them. Y/n had started cleaning up immediately upon standing and instead of joining their daughter, he decided to help out. 

“Hey, no fair,” she scoffed with a breathless smile, trying to take a trio of stacked plates from his hands, “You know the rule.”

“Its just some plates,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “Besides, if we’re not there in fifteen minutes, she might start without us.”

Y/n chuckled, “I’m surprised she hasn’t already.” Resigning to leaving Andy with the plates, and subsequently letting him do the dishes, Y/n moved on to cleaning down the counters and packing away the bits of leftover cream cheese spread and cranberry sauce. “Thank you for taking over this morning,” she eventually offered softly, “That was….really sweet of you.”

“It was nothing,” Andy shook his shoulders, “Just breakfast.”

When he glanced at her between soaping and rising off the pan, Y/n was shaking her head as she returned the flour and sugar to the small walk-in pantry, “Its more than that,” she moved on to stowing the butter and milk in the refrigerator, “You’ve really changed. I don’t know if its what you want to hear but its true, you’re present and you talk to me.” Shutting the door, she sighed softly, “I don’t think I’ve felt this close to you in…..years.”

Years. 

The word made his heart sink a little; he hadn’t realized that he’d been checked out of their relationship for so long. Andy had been so focused on trying to reclaim his former professional glory that he’d never realized how much time had passed since he really let his wife into his life. 

Had it been more than a year? More than two? Did his reinvigorated ambition return when Gracey was old enough for daycare or had he deserted his wife even before then? 

The truth was all he could offer, “I’m trying.”

When Y/n came to stand next to him as he packed the last dish onto the counter near the sink to dry off, she touched his shoulder blade, prompting him to look at her, “I know, and it means a lot me,” she glanced at Grace in the living room, “To both of us.”

They lingered in easy silence for a handful of precious moments, eyes locked and matching soft smiles tugging at their features. They might have been inclined to do more than just stare, but after their silence had been caught by Grace, she called them over while bobbing on the sofa, encouraging them to join her in the living room. 

Chuckling at her excitement, Andy moved off just after Y/n had. “Alright kiddo,” he huffed, resigning into the center of the sofa, only for Grace to clamor clumsily into his lap. In an absent gesture, he shifted her hair away from her face, neatening it at the back with his fingers, while Y/n took a seat in the armchair, crossing one leg over the other. 

"Me first!" Y/n interjected, stretching to reach a large box under their red and gold adorned tree. Collecting the present in both hands, she leaned over to where Grace was sitting in Andy's lap and handed it over, "Merry Christmas, Bunny," she reached a bit further, almost lifting herself off the chair, and kissed her daughter on the cheek.

After Grace offered and excited thanks, Andy held it for her when she barreled excitedly off his lap and onto the ground so she could quickly reclaim the present and start ripping into a brightly coloured paper. "Woah," Andy chuckled at her apparent haste, "What is it, Gracey?" He asked, like he hadn't been there when Y/n had wrapped it the night before. 

"I don't know daddy," Grace giggled giddily, right before tearing a strip of wrapping paper off the front of the box. Her eyes lit up at the sight of what it was; an art set she'd seen advertising on television, equipped with a series of glow in the dark water colours, an easel to be mounted up, a large sketch pad, some stencils and a collection of brushes. "So cool!" She exclaimed. 

As Grace fumbled to get the box open, Andy reminded her to thank her mother and she did enthusiastically. He was really trying his best to be more than just a fun dad who let the bulk of the parenting fall to Y/n and he hoped she saw that. 

He was desperate for her to know that he was putting active effort into reshaping himself into the man she and Grace deserved. 

Temporarily, he rose from the sofa and reached under the tree for a rectangular box the size of his hand, bought in secrecy just a few days earlier during a solo mall trip to finish up his gift shopping and wrapped in red and green paper with a shiny gold bow on top. “This one is for you,” he offered it to Y/n, kissing the corner of her lips quickly, before Grace could catch them being a little too intimate. 

A private smile crept to her cheeks and she flashed him a curious look, “Andy,” she chuckled wearily, “What is it?”

“Open it,” he encouraged. It wasn’t what Andy  had initially intended for her, but when he’d seen in in the store window, it had just seemed like the perfect present. 

“Alright,” she laughed, soft and breathless, as she began tearing the paper. Her fingers employed significantly more care than Grace’s had, but the way she gnawed on her lower lip and the light in her eyes proved that she was just as excited as him. 

Under the paper was a gray, cushioned leather box with the name of a high end brand printed on the front. “This is…Oh my God, Andy-”

“Open it,” he pressed with a quiet chortle. 

Upon finally thumbing the box open, Y/n gasped. A trio of interlinked, diamond encrusted hearts on a delicate hung on a white gold chain. Small diamonds occasionally interrupted the tiny links and the connected hearts dropped down a vertical line. “Three hearts,” she whispered, gently ghosting them with the tip of her finger. 

“Connected; just like ours,” he reached to lay his hand on the back of hers, prompting Y/n to glance up at him, eyes shining. “Do you like it?” He peered, suddenly eager for reassurance. 

“Like it?” Y/n stuttered, “Its gorgeous, I love it but-”

“Here,” he stood again, “Let me put it on you.” Without protest, Y/n let him ease the necklace out of the box and guided it around her neck. As he did, Y/n clasped her hand over the stunning pendant and stole another glance at him, though that time he couldn’t quite read them. Still, their eyes locked and Andy thought he saw something in them that hadn’t been there in a long time; that quiet glimmer that used to be reserved for him.

That little light that was impossible to miss; that he could recognize from across a room with a hundred people between them. 

“Thank you,” she said softly, voice unsteady as his hands brushed her skin. 

“Who’s the big one for?” Grace peered, just as Y/n moved one of her hands to grasp his.

Startled out of the trance they’d accidentally slipped into, Y/n turned back towards Grace and Andy pulled away, rubbing his palms on the thighs of his flannel pajama pants. “Um,” Y/n blinked quickly and Andy cleared his throat. “That’s uh, that one’s for you Bunny.”

“It is?” Her big eyes lit up and Andy approached the tree to lift the huge box and bring it closer, biceps bulging under the weight of the enormous present- which had truly been a pain to wrap. 

“It is,” Andy huffed, setting it down in front of Grace, “This one is special because it's from me and mommy.” They’d spotted it at the Christmas village, and both amazed that it was almost an exact replica of the house, with only a couple architectural  differences, they’d decided to go in on it together. They’d paid for it in full that day, just to make sure no one else had a chance to snatch it up, and Andy had picked it up on the same day he'd gone shopping. 

Grace squealed excitedly when he and Y/n finally got it out of the nondescript, cardboard box. “Its so big!” She marveled with alight eyes. It was about Grace’s height and about three and a half feet wide. The inside was semi furnished, but there were still ‘rooms’ that could be furnished to her liking, and the layout was very similar to their- well, Y/n’s- house. 

“Do you like it?” Y/n clasped her hands together, anticipating their daughter’s next words, so much so that when Andy absently laid his hand on the small of her back, she didn’t even seem to notice. 

“I love it!” Grace beamed, and her broad grin alone was enough to prove at almost slipping on ice while trying to take it to his car was totally worth it. “Thank you,” she deserted the doll house for long enough to run up to them and hug their hips, small arms stretching as wide as they could. 

Both matching Grace’s wide smile, Andy and Y/n bent over to hug her back, resulting in what could only be described as a clumsy- but cozy- jumble of limbs. The minute they let her go, Grace hurriedly returned to her new doll house, gently pulling it open so she could examine the inside. “It came with dolls?” She turned to them as she reached inside what would have been the ‘living room’, where three pretty, handcrafted dolls sat on a sofa. 

“What?” Y/n glanced at Andy, who in turn threw her a confused look, “You bought dolls?”

“No,” he scoffed, furrowing his brows. When they’d paid for it, the dollhouse hadn’t been equipped with dolls. The salesperson must have put them in after, Andy hadn’t opened it upon collection and neither he nor Y/n had opened the box before wrapping it. 

“Look,” Grace shoved the dolls towards them as they both sank to the floor, “They’re just like us.”

“Huh,” Y/n took one and Andy the other two; they did look like them. Two grown ups and a little girl with dark hair and blue eyes. “That’s….”

“Weird,” Andy finished for her, examining Y/n’s tiny likeness, only handing the dolls over when Grace put her hands out to retrieve them. Intently, Andy watched as his daughter replaced the dolls in the living room, that time trying to make them sit on the floor, just like they were. 

He knew better than to take the whole experience as some divine sign that everyone would be okay, Andy wasn’t even sure if he believed in divine signs, but he did know that in that moment, watching that perfect little wooden family, in their picturesque home he felt a little more hopeful than he usually did. 

New Years Eve After shutting off the engine, Andy got out of the car and rounded the front to the passenger’s side, managing to get the door just in time to help Y/n out. When she stood, and subsequently stumbled into him, she chuckled softly and tapped the center of his chest; they were both a little worse for wear- not near drunk, but not exactly sober either- and they only reason Andy had driven them home instead of having them call a cab was because the restaurant they’d gone to was only about fifteen minutes away from their block. 

“I had a nice time tonight,” she hummed, struggling to get the chain strap of her purse on her shoulder as Andy carefully shoved the car door closed, “I can’t remember the last time we did that.”

Their New Years Eve date; they must have stopped when Grace was about three, but on a whim that evening, Andy had suggested they go out. Getting a sitter on such short notice had been a struggle, but in the end one of the neighbors, an older woman who lived alone had agreed to come over and stay with Grace. 

“Neither can I,” Andy absently shoved his car keys into one of the pockets of his new, Italian leather jacket; a gift from Y/n just a week earlier. “We should do it again. Or just date night,” he huffed a chuckle, “Like we used to,” Andy waited for her response, though when she didn’t offer anything further than a hum as she reached for the doorknob, he frowned. 

Suddenly, it was like the mood had done a complete one eighty; Andy could feel the uncomfortable awkwardness that descended upon them and he couldn’t help but feel like they weren’t exactly on the same page anymore. “What?” 

“Nothing, its nothing,” she said softly, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” She didn’t even look at him, and it might not have been his proudest moment, but Andy came to stand next to her and closed his hand over hers- not harshly, just so he could get her to look at him. 

“I want to talk about it now,” she glanced at him, glassy eyes meeting his- that was how he knew that something was definitely wrong. 

Y/n sighed, quickly glancing at their hands, unintentionally joined, before pulling hers away, “I just….I don’t think we’re expecting this to…..end the same way.”

Andy dropped his hand and exhaled audibly, “End, right,” he sniffled, warding off a wave of emotion. After everything they’d been through over the past month- how much closer they’d gotten- they were still going to end. “I guess I thought that everything would be different now.”

Huffing, Y/n shook her head, “Different?” She licked her lips, “Different how?”

“Well first of all, we're different- better even,” he pointed towards his chest and took a couple steps back towards the car. 

“Yeah, but we agreed that this was just for the holidays. After its over-”

“We go back to being divorced,” Andy ran his hand through his hair, and swiping at her eyes, Y/n cast her head down, “And you can go back to hating me.”

“That is not fair- I don’t hate you. I never hated you,” when Y/n glanced up at Andy again, she could see her eyes were filled with water, but he was a little too hurt himself to be sympathetic. 

“Yeah?” He hit the side of his thigh with his fist, “Well you don’t like me enough to give me a second chance. I’m trying- you said it yourself, I’ve changed,” he gestured towards his chest again. “I thought this," he gestured between them, "Meant something to you,” his voice dropped defeatedly

Turning away so her back was to him, Y/n folded her arms across her chest, “Of course it does, but you can’t just show up for a month, ignore a couple work calls, make breakfast and expect that to be enough. Our marriage suffered for years; you can’t undo that kind of damage in a month, Andy.”

“That's not what this is. I’m not trying to change everything that’s happened over the last few years, I’m trying to change what happens tomorrow- next year. And the every one after that. I’m trying to show you that I understand where I went wrong, why you made the decisions you did,” he paused, hoping she’d see his point and inject, but when Y/n didn’t, he continued, “The man who signed those papers last year…..he isn’t me. That man didn’t realize what all this was worth, but this one does,” even if she hadn’t turned, Andy took a couple steps closer, leaving about a foot of distance between them, “He didn’t fight for you,” he moistened his lips, “But I want to; I will. From now till…..” He gestured in a circle with his pointer, “Till I’ve got nothing left in me, because our family means more to me than anything else ever will.” 

When he was through, Andy swallowed thickly and he heard Y/n emit a hitched sob,which was followed by a stretch of silence that was so long that it made him contemplate weather or not he should go inside and gave her space.

But then she spoke and it was like a weight crumbled off his shoulders.

“You have to be home by seven every evening, unless there’s some kind of crazy court emergency,” she turned, hastily swiping at her eyes but unable to keep up with the steady stream of tears, “Weekends are ours, date night every Friday. Gracey and I do not come second-”

“Ever,” Andy approached Y/n gently taking hold of her shoulder. 

“But especially her. You have to show up for everything.”

“Every recital, every birthday party, every parent teacher conference. Doctor’s appointments- you name it, I’m there.”

“We’re not getting remarried,” she added pointedly. 

“Yet,” he chuckled with wet eyes, lifting one of his hands to cup her cheek. When Y/n leaned into his touch, a breath of relief seeped off his lips and he dragged his thumb under her eye.

A somber chortle fell off her lips and Y/n sniffed, “Yet. And if you break my heart again or hurt our little girl, I will definitely hate you, and you won’t get a third chance.”

“Won’t need one,” Andy’s other hand slid from Y/n’s shoulder down to her hip, “Can I kiss you now?” Y/n nodded and he smiled faintly, “Good,” he murmured, guiding his lips closer to her just as she tilted her head to grant him better access. Their kiss was slow, through and through, like snowflakes drifting to the ground- but so much warmer.

“I love you,” Andy whispered against her lips when they broke for a second. He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he’d last said that to her and uttering those words to her after so long felt like saying hello to an old friend that you’d spent everyday missing. 

And hearing her say it back was so much better. 

Like rain to break a thick summer heat, or power after a night long blackout. 

The first threads of sunlight after a storm had passed. 

“I love you too,” Y/n cupped his face, “I want this to work,” she professed between slow, short kisses, “That’s all I’ve ever wanted; for the three of us to be together.” 

Slowly, Andy’s hand inched downward from her face, down her throat, eventually reaching her neck. His thumb ghosted the familiar pendant; three interlocked hearts, “I think we’re meant to.”

Y/n smiled faintly, nodding, “I think so too,” they kissed again, that time lingering longer for a handful of seconds. “We should get in,” Y/n’s fingers found his nape and she planted one final peck on his lips, the taste of champagne from their dinner melting onto his tongue, “I promised Gracey we’d be back to watch the countdown with her.”

Reluctantly, Andy pulled away but took her hand, “Then what are we waiting for?” He flashed her a crooked grin, leading her through the garage door into the house. 

They’d barely made it to the kitchen counter when Grace came running out of the living room, already dressed in warm pajamas with her hair combed through. Their neighbor was sat on the recliner, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose and he set down a bag with a bottle of cider they'd brought home, Andy caught her marking the page of her book. “You’re back!” Grace exclaimed, just as he was helping Y/n out of her coat. 

“We’re back!” Y/n beamed, setting her purse down on the counter, “Were you good for Miss Ward?” 

“Uh huh,” Grace nodded astutely, and Andy watched their interaction unfold with fondness. “We played Go Fish and I played with my doll house,” which they’d temporarily set up in a corner of the living room until they could find a spot for it in Grace’s room. 

“Sounds like you had a good time Bunny,” Andy touched the top of Grace’s head before going over to thank their neighbor and offer her some money for her time- which she graciously refused, citing that watching Grace had made for a nicer time than watching game shows on cable. After she’d refused, Y/n had interjected to offer an invitation to stay for a little while longer to celebrate with them, which she also refused, not wanting to intrude on their time as a family. 

After walking Miss Ward to the sidewalk, Andy  returned to the house, shrugging off his coat and draping it on the marble counter next to Y/n’s before joining her and Grace on the sofa. “Someone’s tired,” Andy remarked when Grace yawned and rubbed her sleepy eyes. It was way past her bedtime, but she’d begged all day to stay up. 

“No I’m not,” Grace protested as Andy lifted her and brought her to his lap. She yawned again, that time settling against his chest. “I’m not tired,” she countered further, though when he angled his head to see her face, he could see the heaviness in her eyes. 

“Bunny, are you sure?” Y/n scooted closer, and Andy instinctively  draped his hands over her shoulders. 

“I’m sure,” she mumbled, glazed over eyes fixed on the television. There was still about fifteen minutes left before the countdown, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that Grace was much too tired to make it, but knowing her, she was stubborn enough to try. 

Two more performances went on before the screen changed to focus on the huge, crystal ball in Times Square that was making its slow, sixty second descent to the ground. Another check on Grace proved that by then, she had in fact, fallen asleep, and after noting that with a tired smile of her own, Y/n suggested in a whisper, “We should take here there one day, when she’s older,” she met his eyes, “Together.”

Just as the word vacated her lips, cheers and music rang out on the television, signaling the start of the new year, and Andy matched Y/n’s soft grin. Leaning in, though careful to not disturb sleeping Grace, he pressed his lips to hers in a deep, impassioned celebratory kiss. When they broke, the tip of her nose was still touching his and their foreheads were pressed against each other,

“Together.” 

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[mikakeya]

The Neighbour Above

((DAY 5 OF CHRISTMAS))

Harvard Hottie (Hayden) X Reader

Word Count: 1,049

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: It's been a year ago since your dog passed on. Christmas hasn't been the same since but maybe it's time to move on with your neighbour, Hayden, and his adorable little Chiweenie puppy.

A/N: I apologise for technically taking a hiatus but I'm back now that I'm on my week break. I think I'll only be able to post this and another fic but as always, I'm working towards finishing the Christmas Masterlist to then be able to go on and write more fics since I already have an idea for Max Burnett.

You got home from work early today since it's Christmas eve and passed by your neighbour's apartment. He was this guy who went to Harvard a few years back since you'd seen him wearing the shirt once or twice. You turned it into a joke however between you and the nanny who babysits the kids above you. But, he'll only ever be known as Harvard Hottie.

You shrugged off the thought of inviting him over seeing as he wasn't home since his shoes weren't on the shoe rack next to his door. You entered your apartment and removed your heels, placing them by the door as you locked up behind you.

You thought about having a fancy dinner tonight but didn't want to leave the house so you decided that you were gonna cook tonight to forget about the fact that it's your late dog's death anniversary.

People would consider it weird to be hung over about an animal but it's usually those same people who've probably never had a pet before in their life.

You sat on the couch for a while as you rubbed your feet. They have been aching excruciatingly at work while you were typing away on your laptop at your desk. You massaged your feet for a while more and got up to take a bath to relax as you cleaned yourself up before getting dressed in a tank top and sweatpants.

As you came out of the room, you turned the tv on. You browsed through Netflix before deciding to turn on, "Friends". You heard the same intro every day and smiled to yourself - at least that never failed to make you happy.

You decided it was time for you to eat as your appetite was calling you forth to the kitchen. You made some pasta for yourself not really feeling the drive to do anything fancy for Christmas albeit already having the Christmas tree set up a week ago.

As you were plating your food, you heard a scratch on the door followed by more scratches afterwards. You set your plate down on the kitchen counter before making your way to the door. You opened it to see a tiny Chiweenie puppy as you looked down at the floor upon hearing its bark.

You bend down to pick it up, smiling as you checked its collar for a name. 'Oscar... What a beautiful name,' You thought to yourself. You were deep into thought playing with the puppy that you didn't hear the proceeding footsteps getting closer to you.

"Hey, I'm sorry if Oscar disturbed you," You felt a pat on your shoulder bringing you out of thought as you looked up to see, Harvard Hottie.

"Hi," You said while admiring him as your jaw dropped but you soon regained your composure before standing up to give Oscar to him, "Here."

"Thank you," He took his puppy back and held it close to him, "I hope he didn't bother you too much... but um Merry Christmas Eve."

"Y-Yeah... M-Merry Christmas Eve to you too," You said chuckling and smiling at him before going back into your apartment as you held the door open still before thinking if you should invite him in.

"Hey um, d-do you wanna come in? If you don't have any plans that is."

He nodded and came inside before you realised that you haven't yet cleaned your apartment and grimaced at the thought as you closed the door.

As he walked in, he admired the place and sat on the couch chuckling seeing 'Friends' playing on the TV. He had put Oscar down and let him roam about the place as well.

You walked to the kitchen to dish out the pasta before serving it to him.

"Here you go, just something light for you to eat... again, I'm sorry that it's not much."

He takes the food and smiles at you before eating it as you sit beside him watching your TV. You looked over seeing that he enjoyed your food as he looked so relaxed. Of course, he caught you looking and opened his arms to extend an invitation for you guys to cuddle as you moved closer to him.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you leaned into him and sigh feeling warm and comfortable before closing your eyes as you fell asleep.

It took him a while to register it before he pulled away to put the plate in the sink as he came back to carry you to your bed. He tucked you in under your blanket smiling to himself before sighing as he made his decision to stay the night.

He closed the room door quietly and went to turn off the TV before sleeping on the couch as Oscar slept on the floor beside him.

The following day when you awoke, you wondered how you got on the bed since you remembered that you had been on the couch last night. Your mind then thought about 'Harvard Hottie' as you got out of bed to leave your room before seeing that he was asleep on the couch as you smiled to yourself.

You grabbed a blanket from the dresser before going out to cover him, but to your dismay, he awoke from the slight brushing of the blanket over his skin.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?" He asked you while sitting up and yawning.

"I-I slept like a baby," You chuckled while answering him. "I'm sorry for waking you up. I didn't mean to but I saw that you were sleeping without a blanket and so I just wanted to cover you with it."

"It's okay," He grabbed your hand, encouraging you to sit beside him as he smiled at you, "For starters, why don't you tell me your name and I'll tell you mine as well."

You told him your name before getting a response from him as well, "I'm Hayden... and I would like to take you out on a date if that's okay?"

You nodded and responded, "I would love that very much, Hayden."

Hayden leaned forward and kissed you gently before pulling away and smiling as he leaned his forehead against yours, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you too, Hayden," You leaned forward and kissed him again.

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