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aphroditeslover11 · 4 months

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Christmas Morning Distractions

Tommy Shelby x Reader

This took me longer to get to you than it was meant to, sorry it is so short. It was fun to write though!

No warnings, just fluff!

The Shelby family was a member bigger than it was last year. You and Tommy now had two beautiful children between you, Charlie who was his son from a previous marriage (but had accepted you as his own mother) and now Rosie, your daughter who would be turning one in February. The Christmas season had been full of excitement, Charlie was at the age now where he could understand the concept of Father Christmas and you had managed to bully your husband into playing into all of the traditions surrounding it. No matter how much Tommy complained, there was no way that he didn’t enjoying taking the bite out of the reindeer’s carrot and the mince pies that were left out. It was a bit suspicious though in your opinion that Father Christmas had also been left out at glass whiskey.

The whole family would be coming over later, eating dinner and opening presents together. The children, mainly Charlie, were getting restless that they were having to wait to open all of their presents. Sat in the drawing room, you could see the lines of Tommy’s forehead drawing together in impatience. He was a good father, but not a tolerant one.

“Charlie, we’ve had this conversation. We have to wait for your cousins to get here before you can open anything…” The boy was about to interrupt when you piped in.

“Surely there must be something that you want to do before then? Something else a little festive?”

“Here’s an idea for you Charlie, why don’t we go and see the horses, eh? You like the stables, it’s snowed a bit overnight and the horses could do with a visit, we could take them something for Christmas as well if you like.” The little boy’s face lit up, he was clearly enthused by the idea.

Charlie was sent to the kitchen to find some carrots from Francis whilst you worried about wrapping up the baby. Tommy emerged at the same time as his son, proffering coats to all of you. He had a complex about you getting cold, he seemed to have decided you were particularly fragile ever since the birth. He took Rosie from you, carrying her in one and arm holding your hand with the other as headed out to the stables.

It didn’t matter how many times Charlie saw the horses, he was always just as excited.

“Go on then lad, go and give them the carrots you got from Frances and make sure you wish them a Merry Christmas - horses can sense that it’s a time to celebrate just as much as you can.” The child went bobbing into the stables, going to find his favourite horse, a bay mare that Tommy had flatteringly named after you - it had a particularly skittish temperament. He reached up to it with the carrot, which it gratefully accepted, his little smile even brighter than the pristine white snow which covered the ground. Tommy drew you to him as you was watched, he had arranged Rosie so that she was tucked inside his overcoat, making sure she wasn’t caught in the wind.

“This is a lovely way to spend a morning Tom, a really good idea baby.”

“Well, I do have ‘em occasionally love,” he chuckled.

“You know, I’d like to make this a tradition, do it every year,” you suggested.

“In that case love, that is what we’ll do.”

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #fanfic #requests

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roryintheir90s · 3 months

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I'm not gonna lie, I am FULLY protecting my gender identity on Jimmy. Aka, he's not a girl, he's not a boy, nonbinary doesn't feel right and neither does agender. Jimmy's gender is just yes.

That's also why some of my jimmy drawings have the transgender undertones.

Jim having boobs in some of my drawings?

Or jim even dressing feminine at times in the older ones?

Reindeer Jim straight up having horns? Male reindeer are supposed to sheed them at that time of the month.

So ye. His gender is yes

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avocado-writing · 5 months

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🎁 I have a mighty need for Crowley, Azi and Nightingale exchanging gifts! Mmaybe historical setting, or modern with the twins? Aaaah love your writing

notes: thank you gorgeous! Hope you enjoy this fluffy piece 💕

You weren’t really a big Christmas person.

Many winter festivals have passed you by from many different parts of the world and religions, none of them really sticking in your mind or heart. But then you found your boys again, and… well.

Crowley likes to pretend he hates Christmas. He wishes he was the Scrooge archetype. But you see the way he smiles when kids run past in a snowball fight, the joy when the street decorations get lit up. He’s no miser and he’s terrible at hiding it.

And Aziraphale? Oh god, Aziraphale loves Christmas.

The bookshop is always decked out in ornaments. He loves a good piece of Christmas tat, so there are plenty of little decorative reindeer and snowmen adorning the place with twee glass ornaments playing tinny carols. It’s like the North Pole vomited directly onto one little corner of Soho.

So yes. You became a Christmas person when you met them. What choice did you have?

And that first year, so many hundreds back, you bought them both pocket watches to commemorate the season.

This was back before pocket watches had been refined, of course. They were bulky things with only an hour hand. But their eyes lit up when you gifted the little pieces.

Their hearts didn’t beat. Yours did. The tick of them was to remind them of you, to keep your heart next to their breasts when they walked around day to day; together even when apart.

As time went on and watches became more advanced you updated them with new ones, of course - but they still have those very first timepieces somewhere safe today.

In the bookshop’s bureau’s special draw. In the glove box of the Bentley in a little box.

Always ticking, always a remind of your love.

#aziraphale x crowley x reader #crowley x reader x aziraphale #good omens x reader #Fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween #Xmas prompts

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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I’ll Be Home For Christmas

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

rating: E (MINORS DNI, oral (fem recieving), unprotected piv, breeding kink)

word count: 2.5k

8 Days of Christmas Masterlist

Frankie always loved Christmas as a kid, and truthfully hadn’t stopped loving it even into his adulthood, but in his line of work, it was easy to forget all the magic in the chaos.

This holiday season had been one of the busiest ever at the airport, everyone excited to be able to travel again after the pandemic. From October to Christmas Eve, Frankie had been home for a total of only 18 days, missing Halloween and Thanksgiving due to short staffing at the airline.

Instead of watching his three year old trick-or-treat for the first time, or helping his wife carve the turkey on Thanksgiving day, he was stuck on a layover in the middle of the country watching via FaceTime as his family gathered to celebrate.

Having quickly learned his lesson, Frankie made sure to request a month of time off starting December 25th, desperately needing as much time as he could afford alone with his family—with you.

There was no way he was going to watch his daughter tear into gifts via video chat in another Hampton Inn. There was no way he was going to watch you give him another fake smile, reassuring him that it you were okay when he knew how much you wanted him there. No, he was going to be home for Christmas. Even if it meant he had to brave the airport on Christmas Eve.

The drive home seemed to never end, some overly cheery radio host blabbing on about their holiday plans almost enough to make Frankie nod off on the freeway, but he persevered, switching stations to one less focused on talking.

Frankie couldn’t help but to chuckle at the song playing on the first station he landed on, a song he recognized as I’ll Be Home For Christmas.

How fitting.

As he sat there listening to the words, a tired smile appeared on his face. Though there’d be no snow, Florida hardly getting cold enough to feel like Christmas, there’d surely be a mistletoe for him to kiss you under, and presents under the tree for your daughter to tear into tomorrow morning.

Just the thought of seeing you two again after two weeks of being away made him feel more warm and cozy than any fireplace, any cup of hot chocolate, any knit sweater ever could. With a new spring in his step, he straightened his posture and rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes, determined to give you and your daughter all of the energy he had left.

•••

Two headlights peering in through the window of your living room made your heart pick up in pace, your three year old tucked into your side on the sofa dressed in her Grinch pajamas and two fluffy slippers designed to look like reindeer on her feet.

“I think dada’s home,” you announced in a singsong tone, smiling through your words as your toddler jumped up and down on the cushion, eager to see her father.

The holidays were always hard with Frankie gone, but you knew he wasn’t doing it for the hell of it. He was providing for the two of you, picking up extra shifts so that you didn’t have to go back to waitressing and could stay home to raise your daughter. He was working hard to make sure your family had everything they needed, and boy, did that turn you on.

You couldn’t help but giggle along with your daughter as Frankie knocked on the window and grinned at the two of you. Your daughter climbed off the couch and waddled over to her father’s face, putting her hands on the window as he fogged up the glass only to draw a heart.

“Dada! Come in!” Your little girl begged, Frankie cupping his ear as though he couldn’t hear her pleas. “Dada! Can you hear me?”

“Huh? You want candy?” Frankie asked through the window, your daughter letting out an amused cackle and nodding.

Not a second later he was sliding his key into the door and swinging it wide open. Your daughter ran up to his legs, hugging them tight as Frankie set down his luggage, his eyes locked on you cuddled up on the sofa. He shot you a wink as he lifted your daughter up, perching her on his hip before walking over to you.

“Hello, mamas,” he pressed a kiss into his daughter hair before leaning down to kiss you sweetly, your hands resisting the urge to tug him close when he leaned upright again. “Hi, baby.”

“Welcome home,” you purred back, Frankie starting off towards the kitchen, turning to your daughter.

“How about I take you with me and we make mama some hot cocoa?”

“And me!” He chuckled and looked over at you, silently asking you for your approval.

“She’ll be bouncing off the walls all night,” you warned, Frankie and your little girl giving you the same brown puppy eyes and pout. “But I suppose, since it’s a holiday.”

“Say, ‘thank you, mama’,” Frankie instructed, your daughter grinning and sticking her fingers in her mouth as she mumbled a shy thank you.

You had already landed on a movie, your daughter’s latest obsession, “Elf”, when Frankie returned with two mugs of hot chocolate and your daughter trailing behind him eating a lone marshmallow.

“What about you?” You asked as he handed you yours before setting the smaller mug down on the coffee table.

“I gotta go shower real quick,” he couldn’t help but steal another kiss, this time letting his lips linger a little longer than the first one, his fingertips underneath your chin keeping you close to him. His voice was a husky whisper when he pulled away, sending a jolt of arousal to your core. “Start the movie and get comfy, I’ll be right back.”

“Dont take too long. I miss you,” you gave him a half-smile, half-pout, earning another kiss to your lips before he was shuffling off down the hallway with his duffel bags. “Alright, kiddo, come up here.”

“I wan’ my hot cocoa,” your daughter demanded and you chuckled at how similar she sounded to your husband.

“Okay, but its gotta cool down a little bit.”

“No, dada put ice in it for me,” she corrected you sassily, your hands lifting up in a sarcastic apology.

“My bad, didn’t know you and daddy had this all figured out,” you scooped the three year old onto your lap, setting your cup down to help her lift hers to her lips without getting it everywhere.

Frankie returned twenty minutes later with wet hair and his flannel PJ’s on, matching yours. You beamed at him as he walked over with a smile, content with the sight of his daughter curled up into your side under a fuzzy throw blanket, both of your bellies full of hot chocolate.

“She’s crashing,” you whispered, the baby girl half-asleep in a post-sugar coma.

“Dada, can you read me a book?” She lifted her head up to ask Frankie, her voice hoarse with exhaustion. Frankie’s smile turned into an adoring frown as he nodded, walking over to the bookshelf.

“Which one, bebè?”

“Christmas one,” she demanded vaguely, Frankie putting his hands on his hips as he searched the shelves for a book that fit the requirement.

Noticing your yawn, he quickly picked up the first book he found with a Christmas tree on it and walked over to the couch, scooping up his baby girl with one arm.

“Why don’t you go get ready for bed, baby? I can take it from here,” Frankie offered with a softness you missed so dearly. Nodding sleepily, you stood up, pecking him on the lips before kissing your daughters cheek, her head resting on her dad’s shoulder. As you turned to walk to your bedroom, Frankie grabbed your hand, stopping you. “Don’t get too comfy without me, cariño.”

“Oh, I won’t,” you promised with a wink, continuing forward to your master bedroom while Frankie walked your daughter to her room.

•••

“One more story, dada,” his daughter persisted, though her eyes could hardly stay open long enough to blink. Frankie chuckled and shook his head, petting her hair back as he stood up off her bed.

“No, bebè. Santa’s coming and you need to be asleep when he gets here otherwise he won’t bring you any gifts,” he bargained, the little girl nodding quickly as she lifted the covers over her chin.

“Okay, I’m sleeping.” He chuckled and kissed her forehead.

“Santa will know if you’re pretending, mija. You need to actually go to bed—“

“Okay, okay. Lemme sleep, dada!”

Frankie backed out of her room with hid hands held up in defense, smiling to himself as he closed her door behind him.

•••

He wasn’t paying much attention when he opened the door to your bedroom, his eyes squeezed closed as he yawned into his palm. You remained posed on the bed like Burt Reynold’s in his centerfold, wearing the sluttiest Santa-inspired lingerie you could find online. When he finally focused his eyes on you, he froze in place, his eyes wide with both shock and delight.

“What in the world—“

“I wanna be your hoe, hoe, hoe tonight,” you stifled your chuckles as he stood there, his grin growing larger with each passing second. “You’ve been an awfully good boy—“

“Alright, I think I get the idea, baby.” He stopped your bad jokes with a chuckle, crawling onto the mattress and caging you beneath him, his eyes raking over your scantily clad body, one hand traveling from your hip up to the red velvet covering your breasts. Your breath hitched when he pinched your nipple just how you liked it, rolling it between his pointer finger and thumb. “God, I missed you.”

You placed your hand over his and dragged it down your stomach to your core, his eyes locked with yours as he felt the wet patch on your panties.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, Frankie,” you husked, his brows creasing as you guided his fingers to circle your swelling clit over the fabric. “I love how hard you work for our family. You’re such a good husband and father, baby.”

“Fuck,” he dipped his head down, kissing you filthier than he could with your three year old watching. You eagerly accepted his tongue into your mouth, tasting the peppermint candy he must have indulged in at some point tonight. “Wanna take my time with you tomorrow, but I need to be inside of you right now baby.”

You nodded eagerly, watching as Frankie peeled your thong off your hips and legs, tossing it behind hin without care before he was splitting your legs apart, licking his lips as he caught a glimpse at your dripping sex.

“Fuck, I need a taste.” Frankie never could stop himself from tasting you, even when he was in a rush. You hummed and combed your hands through his hair as he lowered his mouth to your pussy, lazily lapping at your arousal like he had all the patience in the world.

“Oh, Frankie, baby…I missed your tongue,” you mewled as his tongue tensed, circling your clit over and over until he felt your walls fluttering around nothing.

“Mm, fuck. You taste so good…I never wanna stop once I’ve started.” He sucked hard on your clit, pulsing against it with a moan until your back was arching off the mattress. Your hands tugged at his hair harsh enough to hurt as you came against his mouth, a hum of victory vibrating against you as he drank down your release happily.

“Frankie, need you inside,” you demanded, still lost in your euphoria. He nodded, though you couldn’t see it with your eyes closed, quickly shedding his pajamas before kissing up your body.

His lips started at your knee, placing open mouthed kissed up your thighs and stomach, sliding his tongue up the valley of your breasts as he slid the straps of your bralette off your shoulders, finally exposing your nipples. Your eyes opened to watch as he sucked one bud into his mouth his fist stroking his weeping cock against your still-throbbing cunt.

“Please,” you begged again, Frankie nodding against you and releasing your nipple with a wet pop. Sitting back on his ankles, he dribbled spit down onto his cock, keeping his eyes on yours as he coated himself in the slick.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby. Wanna see you when I put it in,” he ordered and you nodding eagerly, ready to comply with any demand he could possibly make. He smiled down at your obedience, the fat head of his cock stroking up and down your slit. “You ready for me?”

“Always,” you whispered, Frankie wasting no time on sliding into your cunt inch by inch, both of you gasping at the sensation of being flush together after so long. Your praise came out in a string of nearly incomprehensible mumbles, your eyes struggling to remain open as his the curved head of his cock brushed against your g-spot. “Ohmygodit’ssogooddon’tstop.”

“Fucking…christ.” His chest was heaving as he willed himself to be patient, allowing your walls to accommodate his size before he started to snap his hips into you like he wanted.

“I’m ready,” you assured, sensing his hesitance. “Don’t hold back. I need to feel you.”

“Baby,” he whimpered, leaning over your body to kiss you as his hips started to thrust shallowly in and out of you, properly lubricating his cock so that he didn’t hurt you.

You held onto his face with both hands, gasping and moaning into the clumsy and heated kiss, his thrusts getting rougher and needier with each withdrawal.

“You feel so fucking good, bebita…always fucking dripping for me, aren’t you?” He husked against your mouth before tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Didn’t touch myself at all while you were gone,” you confessed. Frankie let out a strangled whine into your ear as he buried his face in your neck, his hands pinning your hips to the mattress as he fucked into you brutally. “Wanted to save it all for you.”

“Jesus—fuck.” His thrusts were getting sloppier, a grin growing on your face at the feeling of your own orgasm building in time with his. “Baby, I’m so close—“

“Me too…please don’t stop…wanna cum with you.” Frankie’s moans became wanton, your lips shushing him as you kissed his temple. “You’re gonna wake our little monster up.”

“S-sorry, baby. Feels so fucking good.” His body lifted into a plank, his eyes dropping to watch as his cock disappeared into your heat over and over, each time coated with more of your slick. “Rub your clit. I’m about to cum.”

“Please fill me up…gimme another little Frankie,” you begged as you obeyed his command, rubbing your clit frantically as you watched him lose control, your words turning him feral. “God, I’m—“

“Shit!” He moaned much too loud as he came in time with you, but neither of you could care as you floated together in bliss, his cock stuffing you full of his cum. “I love you. So fucking much.”

“I love you, Frankie,” you breathed out, already nearing sleep as your high dwindled into a soft buzz. Frankie hummed and laid down beside you, pulling you into his side.

Turning your head over to glance at the clock on your bedside table, you smiled as you saw it was well past midnight. You looked back at him and reached a finger up to trace his jaw, stealing one last peck.

“Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal,” you purred, Frankie’s mouth curling up in a sleepy grin.

“Merry Christmas, mi amor.”

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Yandere Hybrid Cafe Christmas Event

Festive lights and handmade ornaments line the cozy walls of a small cafe. Working with the guise of the shadows, a sneaky crow snips one of the paper snowflakes taped to a wall; tracing the name on its backside with their claws. They swiftly pocket their treasure and slowly ease back into the crowd; commotion at every corner.

A fatigued wolf guards both the snack table and back room from an excitable hyena's attempts to spike the punch and rigging the ballot being currently counted for. A leech mermaid rants about the poor quality of the blood in their glass is compared to that of their favorite cafe worker, to a plant woman weaving a wreath for the same individual with an abnormal amount of white bulbs shrewd in.

An attention hungry feline brags to anyone who will listen all about the holiday he had planned for him and his beloved; too many drinks in his system for him to care when people mention they aren't even together. A shy rabbit stands near a large curtain, gripping its frills for comfort from the stress of the crowd. It seemed he had picked up on the scent of the person behind it and relished in the trace in their presences; a cow woman addressing the absent of said person as she hangs the cat's phone out of reach as he scratches at her arm. Each members of the group had joined under one roof for that very soul, and without them present would soon lead the event to chaos.

With the clock nearing twelve, the currents draw back; frightening the rabbit boy until he sees who's on stage and their state of dress. The cafe representative stands front and center; a human wearing a reindeer mask and a santa hat. The sheep girl beside him pulls the string on a confetti cannon to gain the attention of the few stragglers in the room, trying to avoid sneaking a glance at her seated coworker as her boss speaks.

"Good evening, everyone. We're so happy to be celebrating the holidays with you all. As a gift from us to you, we've held a little gathering, with an added present now that we've reach the end. As they are our most requested host, we've held a raffle to spend the end of the year with our most valuable player. Without any introduction needed, please give a warm welcome to Y/n."

You stand up from your chair to the roar of approval from the crowd. A bow sits around your waist and atop your head; your normal work outfit wrapped with a red variant with a fluffy trim. Despite you being the obvious prize, all eyes focus on the little brown box in your arms; a single draw foretelling their fate.

"Now when I say go, they'll pull one note from the box which will be our winner. With all that of the way - Y/n, pick you you'll be spending the rest of the year with."

Request Based Event. Available suitors are the following:

Spot/Clyde: Rabbit Boy

Belle/Pauline: Cow Woman

Saber: Cat Boy

Bo/Shanna: Sheep Woman

Prince/Asher: Hyena Boy

Wisteria: Plant Woman

Bear/Scout: Wolfman

Doc: Leech Mermaid

Trick: Crow Person

Open till the end of the season.

#Cafe tag #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere drabble #yandere hybrid #male yandere #female yandere #event story #yandere event

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ya-world-challenge · 9 months

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Book Review: Fire From the Sky (Sámi [Sweden])

[image: book cover: an outline drawing of two teen boys kissing in an embrace, is overlaid on a blue background with (possibly traditional) interwoven patterns]

Fire From the Sky

Author: Moa Backe Åstot

Ánte is Sámi, and has lived his whole life in northern Sweden herding the reindeer, just like his ancestors before him. He knows that this is his place. But he fears that being gay will mean he cannot stay, that who he is conflicts with the traditional life he loves.

A bundle of awkward teen love and small village coming out, mixed with embracing your identity and a love for the land and the reindeer. (And a cozy grandma's house <3) The emotions are raw, Ánte's feelings come as physical sensations rather than anything he really understands. And Erik is frustratingly elusive with what he wants. There is occasional homophobia, but despite that this was a comforting teen story with a happy ending.

The author is a young Sámi debut writer. The book comes out in English next month.

Genres: #identity #family #romance

Other reps: #indigenous #gay

★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 stars

Thanks Netgalley for an advanced copy!

#book review #booklr #books and reading #lgbtq books #ya world challenge #sámi #sweden #identity #family #romance #indigenous #gay #lgbtq #europe

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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Hiya! I live for your dad!steve blurbs honestly makes my heart crazy-

Could you do a blurb where like reader is preparing for Christmas and because she is a little broke things arent the best and shes struggling financially , but steve loves this little toddler with everything in him and just spashes a bit of cash making the reader like a smidge emotional/embarassed but like its all fluffy and she is reassured and stuff? Like idk if this is well written but it seemed cute 🥰

Thank you so much anon! I love writing them as I’m a sucker for them. And oh boy you don’t know how excited for this blurb I am. I absolutely LOVE Christmas, so this is gonna be fun lol shall I do it in the same universe as the singleteenmom!reader x Steve and her baby? Cause I kinda wanna expand on that if y’all want to read it!

Christmas is a magical time of year.

It’s always been one of your favorites as a child and now, being a mom, it was even more magical to see the joy through the eyes of your little girl.

She’s getting older and starting to understand more than she was when she was a baby. Regardless only being 2, she’s starting to appreciate opening gifts. Her birthday was wild, so you can’t imagine how she’ll be at Christmas.

It saddened you a bit that you can’t get half the things you wished you could for your little girl and you expressed your worries to your boyfriend Steve.

“I just want to get her so much,” you frowned, “I’ll see these toys I’ll know she’ll love or a book. I just can’t afford it this year, unfortunately.”

Being a single mom was hard. It was only your baby girl and you for the first year of your life, until you met Steve shortly after she turned a year old. Ever since then, life had gotten better. He loved your daughter as much as if she was his own and you loved the man he was, especially around your baby.

But you still provided for your girl and some things, such as Christmas, was too extravagant for your budget. You could only get her a few small items.

“I know she’s still at the age where she doesn’t really understand and will love whatever she gets, I just wish I could get her more.”

Steve listened to you, his face pensive, all while holding you in his arms.

“Would it be alright if I got her a few things then? Or maybe we can go shopping together for some more gifts for her?” he suggested.

“Steve, no, you don’t have to,” you reassured him.

He’d already asked you if it was okay for him to get her a gift, which of course you said yes to. Your little girl absolutely loved Steve and you knew he wanted to get her a gift. But you knew you had to draw the line, you didn’t want to seem like you just wanted him just to buy things for her, that wasn’t the reason for your venting.

“I want to,” he grinned sweetly, “You know how much I love my little pumpkin. We can go shopping and get some of those toys and books you said you’ve spotted. How about it?”

You smiled at the thought. Even though she wasn’t his biological child, she was his in every way that mattered and the thought of Christmas shopping for your baby together caused a warmth to spread through your chest.

“Okay,” you relented, “As long as you don’t go too crazy.”

•

Steve went crazy.

“Steve Harrington! Where did all these gifts come from?”

It was Christmas morning. You were still in your pajamas, holding your daughter on her hip.

She was rubbing her eyes sleepily, still in her matching red and green reindeer printed toddler pajamas, not noticing the huge amount of gifts stacked around your Christmas tree.

Steve was sitting on the couch, drinking a cup of coffee, looking way too good at this early of an hour in his own pajamas. His hair was slightly ruffled by sleep and he sported a slight layer of scruff as he beamed at you.

“Teve!” your daughter commanded, reaching her arms out towards your boyfriend.

He sat down his mug and took the toddler into his lap.

“Merry Christmas my little reindeer. Did you sleep well?”

“Yesh.”

She grinned at him and he chuckled, still amused at how her baby version of “yes” sounded.

“Nice way to avoid the question,” you raised an eyebrow, sitting down next to them.

You had bought at most six presents with Steve that afternoon you’d went shopping with him. Along with your gifts, it’d barely made a dozen presents total. Looking at the piles of presents now, there had to be at least two dozen, if not more.

“You really expected me to not spoil my pumpkin?” Steve grinned.

“All of these are from you?”

You were amazed and albeit, a little embarrassed. The fact he could afford all of this when you couldn’t.

“Of course not. Some are from Santa too,” he winked.

You chuckled, shaking your head.

“You ready to open presents sweetheart?” he asked turning her towards the tree.

Seeing your daughter’s eyes light up was so worth it.

“Pwesents!”

You laughed and began hauling over presents. She didn’t dare move from Steve’s lap as she opened them, even though he had to help her a bit.

When you thought she couldn’t get excited enough for one gift, she’d get even more excited for the next. Her pure childlike joy was enough to bring tears to your eyes. This was all you wanted for her on Christmas Eve. It shouldn’t matter how it happened, just that it had happened. It was a Christmas miracle. And for you? Steve Harrington was your Christmas miracle.

You mouthed a thank you to him, when she was busy opening up another present and he gave you a warm, loving smile from over her head.

Wrapping and bows went flying and still the presents piled up.

Toys, books, a pack of crayons, a coloring book, another stuffed bunny, a blanket, candy and more littered the living room floor by the time she was done.

At some point she had migrated from Steve’s lap to the floor, checking everything out.

“Steve, really, this was too much. I’m actually embarrassed I can’t even afford this much for her.”

“Don’t be. You do so much for her already. You love her so much and she knows that,” he said, pulling you into a hug, “Don’t you know that mommy loves you a lot, munchkin?”

“Yesh,” she nodded, not looking up from the toy she was messing with.

“See? The kid speaks.”

You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Really, thank you again. It was worth seeing her so happy. Thank you for the presents, even the ones you got me,” you laughed.

You’d told him not to worry about anything for you, even though it was a bit hypocritical since you had gotten him gifts as well. But, being the sweetheart he was, he’d gotten you a beautiful necklace and a few books you’d been eyeing and it was so much more than you’d even been anticipating.

“I told you, I’m happy to. You know I love my two girls.”

“Can you tell Steve thank you for all the gifts?”

Your daughter got up, running back towards the couch as Steve reached out, picking her up. He held her high in the air for a few moments causing her to kick out her arms and legs and squeal with happy laughter before bringing him down on his chest.

“Tank oo Teve!” she smiled, throwing her arms around his neck.

It was a picture that would’ve melted even the coldest of hearts and your smile reached from ear to ear and you watched him hold her tiny body closer to him.

“Anytime, baby girl.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #Steve Harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things blurb

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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okaayyyy soooo …. I may or may not be making fanart of your Forest God AU.👁👁 ( and possibly a spin off sorta AU story?? self indulgent ramble thing) and I was wondering if you have any examples of the boys antlers / horns ? My guess is that Sans has basically deer antlers but bigger and branch-like, skull has moose antlers but they’re misshapen and twist up in an odd way ( like that story that said they extend up like hands reaching out ), and red has caribou antlers. like a mix of deer and moose because I feel like he’d have the pointy parts of deer for fighting ( and general edgy aesthetic) but the shape and width of moose. I’m bad at explaining so i’ll just add an image. ignore the face shapes tho because I haven’t figured out how I want to really draw that yet and didn’t have examples ;-; it was all rushed hhh

That's absolutely perfect! You've nailed it. But just for the sake of it, here's the reference images I used when writing about the forest god boys' horn structure.

Sans - elk/stag

Red - Caribou/reindeer

Skull - moose/irish elk

Hope this helps!

#sorry for the late reply on this one #i do not have object permanence #as for face shapes- if its helps i pictured them as red and sans resembling large wolf skulls #and skull looking like a mix between a wolf and a crocodile #bog boy is very dinosaur-like

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la-undercover-latina · 4 months

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Christmas Creations (Armin Arlert fluff)

This is for my girl @arlerts-angel

Just a little holiday fluff with our favorite blonde babe

Taglist:

@arlerts-angel @arlertwitch @leviismybby @humanitys-strongest-bamf sorry if I forgot anyone

“Angel? Y/D/N? Are you guys home?” Armin asked as he stepped through the door, shrugging off his puffy winter coat that your daughter insisted that he wore this morning because ‘You’ll get sick daddy’.

And there’s one thing that everyone who knew Armin Arlert knew without a shadow of a doubt: there were 2 people on this planet that are completely spoiled rotten.

You and your daughter.

Armin followed the sound of sudden giggles to see the two most important people in his life sitting on the floor with colored pencils in their hands.

Armin leaned against the door, his heart full as he watched the love of his life play with their daughter that they made out of love. A daughter that was Armin’s carbon copy, much to your dismay.

“I spent 9 months growing her and then birthing her and she has the nerve to be a carbon copy of you,”

“What can I say, I’ve got strong genetics,” He had leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips as you and your newborn spent quality time getting skin to skin contact.

“Daddy!” Your four year old smiled beamingly at Armin and you looked behind you to see your husband gazing at you both with the most loving look that you’d seen in his oceanic eyes.

“What did you draw?” Armin asked, picking his little princess up in his arms.

“Mama made Santa and I made the reindeer,” she smiled, while you grabbed the drawings.

“Are you ready to show daddy?” You asked, pressing a quick kiss to your husband’s lips.

“Eww! Mommy you’re gonna catch cooties,”

“So daddy has cooties?” You gasped in mock surprise.

“Yeah, Rosie told me,” Jean and Mikasa’s daughter was ever so slightly older than your daughter, and always fills your daughter in on the ways to survive being a big girl. Apparently the most chief lesson recently has been about how boys have cooties.

“Did Rosie say if the doctor can get rid of it?” Armin asked.

“Nope. All boys have them. It’s why boys have to stand up to use the potty,” That had earned a snicker from Armin and you.

You, unlike your husband, we’re better at hiding it with a cough.

“Well dang, looks like my littlest princess can’t have any goodnight kisses after her bedtime story,” Armin said in a singsong voice.

“Rosie’s wrong,” your daughter said with the most sincere look on her face. The prospect of no more goodnight daddy kisses was unacceptable.

“No I can’t have my princess getting cooties,” Armin had to bite back a laugh.

“I don’t care. Daddy cooties are okay,”

“Yeah daddy cooties are fine. It’s those other boy cooties you need to watch out for,” you smiled, brushing some loose blonde hairs from her forehead.

“Hey, so since you and mommy got to draw, how about we all go see Christmas lights tonight after dinner,”

“Can we?” The four year old suddenly became extremely hard to hold from her bouncing at the prospects of Christmas lights.

“Only if you finish all of your dinner,”

“Veggie too?” Your daughter asked and you nodded.

“Yeap, veggies have to be in your tummy before we go,” you told her, tickling her tummy.

“You and mommy clean up while I make dinner, how’s that?” Armin asked and your daughter nodded before grabbing her colored pencils and putting them back in the box.

“Hey Angel, did you ever think when we met that our lives would be like this?” Armin asked, his crystal eyes on his mini me.

“No, but I love every second of it,” you smiled softly at the man you got to call your husband for the rest of your lives.

“Good, because you’re stuck with me,” Armin teased and pressed another kiss to your lips. It was one of those kisses that, while you were a great mother and never forgot about your kid, made you forget the world around you existed. It was as if time stopped in that moment. The only thing that mattered to you was Armin’s lips against yours and strong hands holding you.

“Good. Wouldn’t want it any other way,” you smiled and Armin pulled you in for another kiss.

“Mommy… Daddy… Can you stop kissing so we can go see lights faster?” Your daughter asked innocently, getting a laugh from you both.

#aot #attack on titan #snk #armin arlert #snk armin #armin aot #aot fluff #for my moots #christmas

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spider-jaysart · 1 year

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Christmas headcanons for my Batkids Young age au:

Batkids ages:

Damian: 5 years old

Tim: 9 years old

Jason: 12 years old

Duke: 7 years old

Cassandra: 8 years old

Stephanie: 9 years old

Dick: 15 years old

Superkids ages:

Kon: 9 years old

Jon: 5 years old

Damian and Tim always fight for the last of Alfred's home baked ginger bread cookies

Little Duke loves being the one to put the star on the top of the Christmas tree

Bruce and the Batkids, along with Alfred and his expert guidance, try to sometimes bake cookies together for Christmas. They always like to bake them in fun shapes like Christmas tree's, snowmen's, reindeers, and snowflakes

They sometimes play secret Santa with eachother to make it more fun

One time Damian gave Jon a drawing of the both of them as little Robin and little Superboy as a gift for Christmas, with the words on it saying "The best team". Jon loved the drawing very much and taped it on his bedroom wall, and of course gave the little Boy wonder a (chokeful) tight hug, thanking him for the gift after he had given it to him

One time, while the Kent family was invited to the Wayne Manor for a family Christmas party, little Kon convinced Tim to sled down the Wayne Manors roof with him, assuring him that he will catch him if anything, though... This didn't go exactly as planned, since they both ended up with little cuts on themselves and sprained ankles, which resulted in them both having to get casts for the rest of the holiday season. Clark, Lois, Alfred, and Bruce were not happy with this at all, though in the aftermath, they both just sat at the fireplace together in the Manor, letting their ankles rest on the couch with pillows and ice packs to support and heal them, while chilling with eachother and chatting the whole time while drinking hot cocoa together

Jason is always trying to steal everyone's candy canes from their stockings

Bruce likes getting Alfred, himself, and the kids together every year for family Christmas photo's, also making them all wear ugly Christmas sweaters and cute reindeer headbands for it (some of the Batkids are sometimes annoyed with having to wear the silly, colorful sweaters and headbands)

Little Damian thinks that Santa is a creep who breaks the law every year on Christmas night by breaking into the homes that belongs to millions of people, so he tried to catch him one day by setting up a trap one Christmas night and successfully caught him. After seeing this and feeling victorious in his catching, he accidentally also woke up Bruce and little Tim in the process, making them both come down stairs to see where all the noise had came from. Once they both saw what it was that was happening, they both tried to convince Damian to let him go, telling him that he can't just hold Santa hostage like it's okay, especially because he has to deliver a bunch of presents everywhere to everyone on Christmas night before the morning arrives. Though, Damian as always was very stubborn about it, saying that Santa just sneaks into people's homes while they're asleep without ever asking for permission, making him a criminal since it's breaking an entry in someone's home. Though, Santa was able to change his mind, surprising him after giving him a katana that he had always wanted but never got, and explained to him that he does it because he loves giving all people and children joy all over the world every year on Christmas by leaving gifts under their tree, always bringing happiness to them every Christmas morning when they wake up to their sweet surprises, which is a feeling he enjoys giving to them very much, which is why he even became Santa in the first place. After being told this, little Damian begins to change his mind a little and lets Santa Claus go while it's still night time, so that he can deliver the rest of the gifts to everyone else before morning. Though, once Santa was finally gone, Bruce and Tim, out of concern for young Damian, both quickly made sure to safely put the sharp Katana away where he can't just grab it and run around with it

(My goodness that last one was long lol)

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