Wrapped in Red

Bucky x Reader Christmas Oneshot

Summary – You have been in love with Bucky for years, but you’ve been too afraid to tell him how you feel.  This Christmas you’re going to risk it all, will he love you back?

Warnings –Christmas fluff!

Word Count – 1,221

Notes – This will be the last Christmas OneShot!  I hope you’ve enjoyed these little balls of Christmas fluff as much as I have!  Don’t worry, I still have an amazing Christmas mini-series starting tomorrow! More details to come later this evening, so be on the lookout!!  As always, any comments or questions are greatly appreciated!  

This one is dedicated to Chanel @imaginingbucky!   Merry Christmas, sweetheart!!


Christmas Fic Masterlist

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Everybody’s happy
Snow is falling down
Prayers are being answered
Miracles all around

From afar I’ve loved you
But never let it show
And every year another
December comes and goes

Always watching
Never reaching

But this Christmas
I’m gonna risk it all
This Christmas
I’m not afraid to fall

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Saving Christmas

Summary: As usual, your family couldn’t stay a day without fighting. That didn’t change because of Christmas. You left the house for a walk, trying to catch some air and scape the crazyness for a while, and something amazing happened: someone saved your Christmas.

Warnings: fluff, drinking

Word Count: 1381

A/N: some late-Christmas one-shot. It’s more depressing than I expected, but hey, Chris saves your Christmas!

Originally posted by lufelicity

You took a deep breath, turning up the music on your cellphone, trying not to hear all the fight and screams that was coming from downstairs. You were used to it. Your family has always been like this. If you had just a month of peace, you’d think a miracle was happening. You closed your eyes, tears starting to come up, and rubbed your temple. You thought they’d give a break at least on Christmas Eve, but that did not happen. You took your coat and put your shoes on, going down the stairs.

“Going for a walk” you said but no one listened to you since they were too busy arguing. You shut the door and started to walk, honestly not even thinking about where you were going. It was snowing and it was cold, and because of that everyone was hurrying up to go their houses. You sat on a bench in front of a 24h shop and stood there for a while, watching everyone come and go. Every happy family you saw you smiled, wishing it was yours.

When you started to feel cold – because you didn’t really bother to grab your best coat – you looked in your phone and saw you spent almost two hours on the streets. There was no missing calls, though, which could mean two things: they were still arguing or they have killed each other. You laughed ironically through your nose. You saw a fifty-something woman walk out of the shop trying to carry at least three boxes of gifts with her and laughed, getting up and helping her.

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“Pièce de Résistance”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Holiday Modern AU)

Summary: You get creative after you forget to get a Christmas gift for your best friend.

Happy Christmas and holidays, lovelies! This one’s for everyone who’s made the time to read and respond my personal posts, stories, and overall made this platform a wonderful place. Special dedication listed after the story!

You open your compact mirror to quickly check out your appearance - your cheeks are slightly rosy from the cold and your hair’s a little messy. Satisfied, you shut the mirror and stuff it in your purse and ring the doorbell.

A few silent beats shuffle by before the door opens. Clad in sweats and a navy shirt that hints his the muscular frame underneath, a slightly disheveled Bucky steps out. His disgruntled look is replaced with one of crinkled surprise and his lips part open. “What the -”

“HELLO AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!” you yell, flailing your arms out.

Bucky sleepily rubs his face. “Christmas is tomorrow, and you’re disrupting -”

“I’m here to give you your gift, my darling!” you interrupt, shaking your shoulders towards him.

Your best friend tilts his head and stares at you in a way that ceases your shoulder shaking. “This couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” he grumbles.

“Well, we leave for our trip tomorrow and -”

“Hold on,” Bucky butts in, holding up an index finger. He squints his eyes and lets his blue orbs slowly skim from your feet to the top of your head. He takes in your black tights, red skirt, and green crewneck sweater with Bucky’s alma mater’s insignia printed on the front. He pinches the sleeve of the sweater. “How and why do you have this?”

“Stole it from you when we went to your family’s beach house three years ago. It was the only green thing in my closet!” you happily chirp. “But how are you not talking about the pièce de résistance?!” you demand, pointing to your head.

Bucky’s blue eyes travel to the “pièce de résistance” you so proudly point to. Taped to your hair is a large and floppy gift ribbon you’ve fashioned from a two spools-worth of red ribbon. You spin side to side, showing off all the angles.

“Is this some fashion trend? Or is it -” Bucky stops, his eyes growing wide as he realizes the meaning behind the ribbon. “No. You wouldn’t.”

You sassily place your hand on your hip. “Tada! I’m your Christmas gift!” you cheer.

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The most stressful time of the year

A/N: This is a little Christmas themed Isaac/reader story I thought of and enjoyed writing. I hope you like it and that all of you feel a little Christmas joy. :) 

Plot: You are really stressed about Christmas and need to get all the presents for your family, being on your way to the mall and a horrible shopping trip. In the end you get unexpected help from Isaac Lahey and the day turns out a lot better than expected.

Christmas time: the most stressful time of the year, for sure. Not only do you have a thousand exams to study for and papers to do (at least it feels like it), you are also working at the local coffee shop to earn money for Christmas presents that you still have to purchase. Today is the only Saturday you don’t have to work, which means that you definitely have to go to the mall, otherwise you’d be totally blank on Christmas Eve.

The problem is: You don’t really know what to get everybody and you tried to write a list that still has nothing on it except for the names of your friends and relatives, so you decided to simply improvise. You throw away the list with a sigh, grab your purse and hurry downstairs to get the keys for your car. In that exact moment, the doorbell rings.

You stop with a frown, your hand hovering over the keys while you wonder who on earth that could be. You have no idea, so you just turn around and open the door, only to be even more surprised as you find a breathtakingly handsome Isaac with snowflakes in his hair standing on your porch. You freeze, eyes widened and heart beating fast, as a small smile appears on his lips, making matters even worse.

“Hey Y/N!”, he greets you. Then he finally realizes the state you are in and his face falls. “Oh, are you up to something?”

“Ehm…yeah, kind of”, you stutter. “Sorry, Isaac, but…what exactly are you doing here?”

“I’m here to study. With you”, he answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You can already see the disappointment in his eyes. “Buuuut I guess you forgot about that.”

You have. That’s the sad truth and it must mean that you’re really awfully busy because you never thought you could ever forget about a meeting with Isaac Lahey. Now that he mentioned it, you remember something about studying for the Chemistry exam together. But you did it on your own yesterday evening. Great. Suddenly you’re filled with regret and guilt.

“I’m so sorry, Isaac! I did. I mean, I was working and writing those papers and I really have to go to the mall today or my family will hate me and ban me. Well, they probably wouldn’t but there’s a possibility”, you ramble, resisting the urge to run your fingers through his wonderful curls and free them from the snowflakes that are slowly melting now.

He just stands there, hands in his pockets, teetering on his feet and thinking for a moment. Then he finally shrugs with a smile, releasing your tension.

“Alright, then to the mall it is”, he states.

“Wha…what do you mean?”

“Well…that we could go there together, saving you from your family’s wrath. Unless you don’t want me to come.”

“No!”, you hurry, because there is nothing you want more than spending a whole day with Isaac Lahey. “No, I just never took you for a mall kinda guy.”

“I’m not. But I guess you’re neither so this ought to be fun”, he claims with a smirk.

You consider it for a moment until you realize that there is nothing to consider because there is only one possible answer. Therefore you give him your biggest smile, pick up your keys and say: “Alright, but I’ll drive.”

As you dreaded, the mall is filled to its last corner. There are definitely too many people around, especially for you. Isaac doesn’t seem all too relaxed either and somehow this sign of likeness comforts you a little.

“Sooo…where do we start?”, Isaac asks, protectively putting his hand on your shoulder which you don’t mind at all. As well as the light trace of nervousness in his voice as he does so. “Do you have a list?”

You clear your throat awkwardly: “Well, see…that’s the thing…”

He turns around and stares at you shocked. “You have no list?”

“Nope. Like I told you: this is not gonna be fun.”

“Right…I guess that means that we just have to look into the shops and find something. Let’s enter the battle.”

With that he pulls you into the crowd to an unknown destination, never letting go of you.

In the end it’s a lot more fun than you ever expected. Isaac’s stiffness disappears pretty quickly, at the latest as you enter the scarf section and he tries to persuade you to buy one for your dad. You laugh at him hysterically as you make him try on some hats, totally losing it at one that looks like a cow’s head. Afterwards he suggests a bunch of horrifying purses, making you doubt his sanity until he helps you to pick out a good perfume by using his sensitive nose, coming far too close to you while smelling it, making you all flustered. As you both get hungry after three hours, you decide to sit down and get some pizza.

In that moment, as you are sitting in front of him at the table, watching him secretly, you realize that all of this pretty much feels like a date. You don’t mind at all. Something you dreaded turned out to be the best day since a very long time.

“So, what’s next?”, Isaac asks, waving with a slice of pizza. “We haven’t visited the electronic section yet.”

“We don’t have to”, you answer, fetching the food out of his hand and taking a bite yourself. “I have everything I need.”

“Seriously?”, he prompts, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “No aunts or nieces left?”

“Nope. You officially are a free man.”

“Great. That means we can drive to yours and study after all. Unless you want to get rid of me, which I’d totally understand.”

He says that but his huge blue puppy gaze tells a whole other story. You could never resist them and expanding this date seems like a great idea anyway.

“I’d never. Come on.”

As you enter your house with him you are feeling the Christmas joy for the very first time this year. You appreciate the colourful lights, the cookie smell, all of the typical Christmas stuff your Mum prepared. And it’s even better with Isaac at your side.

“You know what? Why don’t you go upstairs and prepare the books while I make us some tea and get the cookies?”

“Works for me”, Isaac responds with a sweet smile before he disappears upstairs. And you’re not proud of it but you actually catch a glimpse on his butt and you don’t regret it.

You hurry to make the tea and put some of the cookies on a plate. Your heart is beating a little faster than usual as you walk up the stairs and open the door only to find him sprawled on your bed, looking like he absolutely belongs there.

“Hey, I don’t see any books!”, you exclaim, balancing the tray onto the matrass with his help.

He just smirks at you. “No. You know, I thought: it’s Christmas, right? That means that sometimes you should just lie down and watch a movie, relax and enjoy the warmth and silence.”

“You wanna stay and watch a movie with me?”, you ask him in pleased disbelief.

“Absolutely. We could watch your favourite Christmas movie if there is one!”

“Aright. That would be the first Santa Claus movie. I’ll put it into the player.”

You do so and afterwards snuggle into your bed. It doesn’t take long until he puts his arm around you and pulls you to his side, allowing you to bed your head on his chest. You can smell his scent and feels his calm breathing. You feel intense affection and also how your body finally relaxes after so many stressful days.

More About Christmas - It’s About Balance Holiday One Shot

Surprise. ;) 

This isn’t Kansas City – obviously – but that’s coming sooner rather than later. I was struggling with whether or not I’d do Christmas-y things since not everybody celebrates but… I just… I have to. Apologies to those who don’t partake, for whatever reasons. I wish you a joyous holiday, and a stress free season. 

It’s for our Teenage Dirtbag, but it can be read as a standalone without a problem.

Oh, yeah. Smut. x

Gemma and Anne are trimming the tree in front of you. It’s a beautiful thing – huge, full, and dripping in ornaments and lights that are casting a soft glow around the darkening room. They’re mumbling to each other as they coordinate where to place what – there’s two Baby’s First Christmas ornaments, a wobbly looking snowman that had been handmade for some Christmas past, and shiny baubles that reflect your worried frown even from your spot on the couch.

“Love, would you like to help?” Anne asks you warmly as she searches for the perfect branch to place her next ornament. She’s got a thick Christmas jumper on that is the opposite of ugly and tasteful snowmen adorn her socks.

“Thank you,” you manage a smile. “That’s alright. I wouldn’t want to interfere – seems like you two have a plan.”

“Not really,” Gemma says as she reaches on her toes. “Whoops!” she exclaims under her breath when she nearly teeters a bit too far to hang her bauble on a prized branch towards the top. “We’re actually better at it when Harry’s here. He’s all chaos for the first part of it until he settles down, so we’re able to organize when we’ve got to beat him back.”

You laugh, but it’s fleeting, his name reminding you of his present absence. You chance a glance down at your screen, but somehow you feel more deflated than before when you find nothing new from him.

“You might as well help, you know,” Gemma says as she picks up another ornament before replacing it in favor of a new one. “Wallowing isn’t going to bring him here faster.”

“Sweetheart,” Anne warns Gemma gently. “We’re all worried and we want him to be here.”

Gemma is silent and you feel hot and uncomfortable. Both she and Anne have been nothing but kind to you since you’d shown up without Harry, a lump in your throat when you told them that he’d gotten delayed in Los Angeles because of the weather in New York and his flight had been pushed out a day. London, too, has been earning a snowfall that they’d previously assumed he’d miss, and the roads to Holmes Chapel had been covered in a thin coating of fluffy flakes on your drive over. So far, you’d heard of no cancellations to Heathrow, but….

“What one can I have?” you ask as you set your phone down and pull your feet from under you to stand. Anne hands you a star ornament and you stand as tall as you can and place it on the highest branch you can reach.

“Funny,” Gemma remarks as she pushes an icicle so it twirls back and forth. “That’s where he puts it, too.”

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Snowed In

Steve x Reader Christmas Oneshot

Summary – Between a huge fight with Tony and a freak Nor’easter, your Christmas plans are ruined, but are they really?

Warnings – Christmas Fluff!

Word Count – 2,932

Notes – This is a both a Christmas fic and a birthday present for Amberly @marvelingatthewonder!   Everyone should go wish my darling little cupcake a Happy Birthday!!!  I hope you guys enjoy this bit of Christmas fluff featuring our favorite Captain!  If you want to check out @buckyywiththegoodhair, she will have the links to the other birthday/Christmas fics that the rest of the Avengers Trash Tower wrote for her!!

Happy Birthday, Amberly!!!🎉🎁🎉

Tis the Season - This is the intro for my fic as well as the other fics written by @avengerofyourheart @buckyywiththegoodhair and @imaginingbucky   There is also a link to a beautiful mood board created by @buckysberrie.  You should definitely go check them out!! 😊💞💞💞💞


Christmas Fic Masterlist

Originally posted by pixel8or

As you stood in the long line of people in the crowded airport, you thought back to November 1st when you’d had such high hopes for this Christmas season.  You’d been so excited for all of the Christmas movies and shopping and decorating and snow!  You knew you’d be going back home for the actual holiday, but the thought of snow covering the city and making the lights glow just a little bit brighter had made your heart so happy.  Then everything had fallen apart, all because of Tony Stark.

You replayed the horrendous fight you’d had with him a few hours ago over and over in your mind.  He’d been wrong to keep secrets from you and you’d every right to call him out on it.  The team had refused to take sides, all the while trying to get you and Tony to make peace before Christmas.

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I keep seeing this cute Dad Might picture in my head – clear as a photograph, I tell you.

Just imagine: It’s winter, and cold, and for some reason, Izuku and Toshinori take the train to get home from wherever they have been. It’s already late, the train almost empty, and Izuku is freezing up. So in search for some warmth, he cuddles against Toshinori’s side. Toshinori, you have to know, is a living, walking heater. So he’s the perfect source of warmth for the freezing, tired boy.

Speaking of tired: Somehow, Izuku manages to fall asleep on Toshinori.

Toshinori startles when he realizes that Izuku is literally using him as a pillow, and spits blood in embarrassment and flustered surprise. But once he sees how content sleeping Izuku looks, he can’t bring himself to move the boy away. Instead he adjusts, making sure that the boy is comfortable leaning against his bony shoulder and not going to slip off, and proceeds to watch the lights passing by at high-speed outside.

(Or at least, he pretends to. He quickly comes to realize that watching Izuku sleeping, breathing evenly and scrunching up his nose and murmuring from time to time, is way more interesting.)

The Unboxing Proposal

Title:  The Unboxing Proposal

Character(s): Actor Tom

Chapter Number/One Shot: One Shot

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Summary: Tom is a little cheeky with his all too important Christmas present

Warnings: Major fluffy feels

Author Note: Well I said I was going to do it, so here is day 1 of the week full of Christmas one shots. I have plans for a Gemma/Tom one, as well as a special twins related christmas one shot. So be prepared for the onslaught of fluff!

There were gifts galore under the christmas tree, despite the fact that Tom and I had agreed not to go over the top this year. Not like that man actually listened. Not that I listened at all either. Tom eyed me as we stood in the living room with our coffees Christmas morning, the tree practically exploding gifts.

“I promise some of them are from family.”

“We said to keep it casual this year.” Tom shook his head.

I whacked his arm. “And how many of those are from you, mister?”

He sighed. “Just a few.”

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The Old Fashioned Way

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Summary: Holiday parties and giving you surprises are Tony’s two favourite things.

Warnings: You might die of fluff, I hope. I mean that with all the love in the world :) Oh yeah there’s a bit of language too.

Word Count: ~1670

A/N: This is my secret santa gift to the lovely @marvel-ash​! I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and that this is able to brighten your day a bit! PS thank you Ash and @oneshot-shit for hosting this! I had a lot of fun participating :)

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

You opened your eyes, the cool winter sun filtering through your curtains and gently washing your comforter in dappled light. Stretching your arms over your head, you sighed contentedly before rolling on to your side to check your phone for the time. 9:35am. Not too early, not too late. Just enough time to take a shower and make pumpkin pancakes and a latte for breakfast before going about your typical Saturday routine - training, lunch with Wanda and Nat, errands, chill time… To top it all off, Christmas was in a week.

You picked out a pair of leggings and an oversized jumper before making your way to the ensuite bathroom.

“FRIDAY, can you play something festive please?”

“Certainly, Miss (Y/N).”

A smile broke across your face as Dean Martin’s rendition of Silver Bells came on over the speakers in the bathroom. Yep, today was going to be a great day.

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Holiday Bound - Snowbound Holiday One Shot

Our favorite three! It’s a little sad, a dash of sweet, and a dollop of smut at the end of it all. It’s part of the Snowbound sandbox, but it also works as a standalone relatively well. Enjoy. x

Note: i’ve proofed some of this, but do need to go back because I have the *nagging* urge that something is there that I can’t find….

“Why are yeh lookin’ at me like that?”

He’s got a small, incredulous smile playing around his mouth and there’s a twinkle in his eyes, but yours are sharp on him. He’s got a skip in his step as he sets a glass of milk down in front of his son, who is chewing contently on mouthful after mouthful of progressively soggier cereal, and he’d been singing in the shower this morning – belting out carol after carol, adding in his own arrangements and note changes. He is, by all accounts, in a good mood.

You’re worried, though.

“When do you have to go?” you ask him from your chair. You’re still in pajamas – festive, plaid flannel ones, with snowflakes sprinkled over the red legs, and the black, long-sleeved shirt of his with a hole in the neck – one that you’d long ago taken away from him – hangs off your shoulder on one side.

Harry’s green eyes dim slightly, but only for a second. “Soon,” he says, pushing the sleeve of his jumper back to look at his watch. “Now,” he amends with a sigh.

“Daddy?” your son asks, the word wet sounding through his mouthful of food. “Are we baking today?”

“We’d better,” Harry says. “’Else your Gran will hang me if we show up with nothing.”

It’s when he leans down to kiss the top of your son’s head that you see a crack in his façade and your heart clenches in your chest. He’s got his eyes squeezed shut and the set of his brow is that which can only be described as wistful while he lingers, keeping his mouth tight to a head of curly hair that so resembles his.

“Be good fo’ your mum,” Harry says while ruffling his son’s hair, rolling his eyes when the child ducks his head out from under his father’s hand.

“Eat your breakfast, please,” you tell him as you stand, abandoning your tea. “I’m saying goodbye.” You skip once across the kitchen floor to stick close to his father’s heels as you follow him out of the room.

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Lonely Demon on Christmas

Meeting Crowley in a coffee shop on Christmas Eve was possibly the last thing he ever thought would happen.

  • Crowley x Reader
  • 481 Words
  • No warnings, just cuteness

Crowley walks into the coffee shop and takes a seat near the window. Snow is falling hard outside and the king of hell just wants a spot of coffee before he gets back down to his minions who know nothing, who disappoint him more than anything.

He orders his usual and sits there, sipping on it until his insides were warm. Which, of course, he couldn’t feel, he only imagined how it could feel to have the caffeine heat him up.

It was a little lonely. Christmas Eve and he wasn’t enjoying himself, he wasn’t with anyone he loved, he was only sitting here with a couple of humans he could kill in a snap—but that idea was quickly destroyed. It was the holiday after all, he didn’t really want to kill anyone on what was supposed to be the happiest day of the year.

Crowley looks up from his cup to see you are watching him. He’s a little confused, wondering if someone was behind him and he didn’t realize. With a glance to his side, however, he realizes you were watching him.

You and Crowley were the only ones in here that didn’t seem to be on a date or with a close friend. It was quite clear that you were both loners, not really people persons.

You give him a small wave and a little smile.

In return, Crowley smiles and waves, his shoulders relaxing at the sudden kindness he was getting from a stranger. That hardly ever happened, which results in his anger toward the human race; for the most part, though moments like this always made him second guess who he really was.

Wanting to get up, Crowley watches you. You sip your coffee and shift your weight in the plastic chair. The worry of screwing something up was what stops him. If he talks to you, will you show him more kindness?

Patience growing thin, you get up out of your seat and walk over to Crowley’s table. Snow is still melting on your coat and sticking to your hair, making Crowley smile a little wider. It gave you an almost sparkly effect.

“Merry Christmas.” You say with a heartfelt smile. “Mind if I sit here?”

“Well, who am I to say no to a pretty lady?” Crowley smiles back, genuinely smiling. He was sure he hasn’t smiled like that since his days of torturing the Winchester brothers.

You giggle and it’s music to his ears. As you take a seat, you pull off your gloves and take another sip of your coffee. “Sorry, but no one should be alone on Christmas Eve.”

“I fully agree.” Crowley felt human-like for just a moment. He might’ve understood why this was a favorite day of many people. Why, this wasn’t like him at all. But he supposed for one night, just one, that would be okay.

Christmas At Hogwarts Would Include...

Originally posted by magic-of-eternity

+Butterbear and warm gingerbread

+Gingerbread men that come to life

+Knitted presents from Mrs Weasley

+Hermione gifting you with loads of parchment, ink and books that she knows you’ll love

+Getting a prank gift from the Weasley Twins before they give you their real one

+Looking up at the snowy scene on the ceiling in the Great Hall

+Wrapping tinsel around the bedposts

+Delivering christmas cards via owls

+If the Triwizard Cup was taking place, going to the Yule Ball

+Running through the snow to get to class

+The dungeons get extremely cold so potions class becomes unbearable

+Decorating the common room

+Snowball fights with the other students

+Cheating by enchanting the snowballs

+Ice skating on the black lake when it freezes over

+Ultimately getting in trouble for it

+Taking several trips to Honeydukes for all sorts of candy and treats

+Being invited to the Weasley’s Burrow for christmas

+Christmas parties within the house common rooms and dormitories

+Although some people from different houses go to other house parties

+McGonogall finding out about the party but leaving it because it’s christmas

A Little Christmas Love

Requested by @jennytomlinson99 : “write a fluffy little one- shot about moreid where Spencer is heavily pregnant and they’re decorating their Christmas tree.”  

Pairings: Morgan x Reid

A/N: This was a fun little piece for me to write, hope you like it. Thanks for the request! :)

Warnings: None, just loads of fluff

Originally posted by promiscuouspikachu

“Hmpf!” Reid lets out a groan as he bends down to get another ornament from the box. He rubs his 8- months pregnant belly and feels his baby kicking for what seems like the one- hundredth time in twenty minutes. “Derek, when you said that you would help, I thought you meant you would actually help!” He yelled out in frustration at his husband, who was playing around in the kitchen doing something that Spencer could not make out.

“I’ll be right there Pretty Boy!” his husband called out from the kitchen.

“Hey, you promised not to call me that babe!” Spencer cries out and without warning tears start to spill out from his eyes. Morgan realizing Spencer’s dismay came running to the living room and gently wraps an arm around his pregnant partner. He holds Spencer’s hand, leading him to the couch, he makes him sit down.

Kneeling in front of Spence, Derek wiped his tears away, smiles and says, “Is the little one giving daddy trouble?”

“A little,” Spencer answers sniffling and wiping his nose with the sleeve of his sweater.

“Can you wait one second while I go grab something from the kitchen sweetheart?” Derek asks quietly trying his best not to upset his hormonal husband. Spencer nodded and Morgan ran out of the living room and within a couple of seconds returned with two cups. “Here, I know it might not be as good as your mother’s but it’s the same recipe and I tried my best to make it how she did,” he says while handing a mug to Spencer. Spence takes a deep whiff of the hot liquid and once again starts to tear up. “Babe, I’m so sorry. Was it that bad?” Morgan asks, trying to comfort Spencer.

“You had the patience to talk to my mother, get the recipe for her hot chocolate and you made it for me?” Spencer croaks through the tears and stares into his husband’s deep brown eyes. “Derek Morgan I love you so much.”

Derek chuckles and replies, “Honey, you’re carrying my child the least I can do is make some hot chocolate for you. I know I promised not to call you pretty boy, but that is exactly what you are. You get more gorgeous as the day passes by, and you have given me the best present of all. I love you. I love you both.” Derek places a chaste kiss on Spencer’s swollen belly, and then to his forehead. “Okay, how about you drink that up while I put some more ornaments on this tree!”

And that’s how they enjoy the rest of the evening, Derek decorates the Christmas tree occasionally sharing a silly story of Christmas past, and Spencer sat on the couch laughing and sharing his own stories. Both men deeply in love and expecting to welcome the symbol of their love into the world very soon.

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Three Wisemen and a Lemon Curd - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Christmas One Shot

It’s January 6th! The end of Christmas, for real. Better late than never on this (thanks, technology!), though, so here it is at last as a final gasp of the holiday season! Happy 2017 to all. Enjoy! x

Warning: daddy!kink… I tried to keep it out of Christmas, but, well…. 

Harry hasn’t touched you since you’d mentioned it.


 With your family.

 Technically, you’d told him as you’d straddled his lap and he’d held onto your hips with an unblinking, nearly terrified look in his eyes, it wasn’t Christmas. It was a few days after Christmas, because you’d agreed to spend Christmas with Harry, Anne, Robin, Gemma, and her newest beau ages ago.

 He knows your family – he’s met them, even, several times – but he’s not… well… it’s just… that detail about the fact that he’d deflowered you and thrown you into a whirlwind romance that has you picked over by the vultures of the press. He’s not been around them since that news broke.

 “You’re not going to tell them that,” you’d rolled your eyes at him. “I’d prefer if you didn’t, actually,” you’d said while kissing his forehead to seal your request.

He’s treated you like you’re a nun or he’s a priest since then, though. Your first semester at university had ended a few days ago, and after not visiting you for even one weekend since the beginning of December, you’re to spend the entirety of break with him in his flat. Anytime you sidle closer to him or teasingly hold mistletoe above your head, though, all he does is give you a chaste little kiss and maybe a squeeze around the middle before mulling over the next item on the Christmas prep list. Anything that dares to venture under the belt is swiftly nipped in the bud as if he’s only ever had wet dreams and the thought of acting on them makes him want to jump out of his skin. His reasoning, he’d explained to you after the first few celibate days, is to keep his mind focused and clean. He’d prefer not to remember your moans, asking him to cum, please, when he’s asking for the gravy to be passed his way at the table.

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Dance with Me? [ Newt Scamander x OC - Reader Insert ]


Prompt : “Dance with me?” she asked, lips curling into a smile he loved so dearly.

Pairing : Newt Scamander x OC

Genre : Fluff |   Warning : lots of kisses for Newt Newt

Author’s Note : Apparently my love for Newt Newt grew with each passing day. So here’s a little Newt drabble! Enjoy! Let me know what you think :)

Originally posted by the-moment-was-all

She was definitely not the most graceful person on earth. That was a fact. She would stumble a little as she moved her body to the music, a Christmas carol she loved to sing along to. The phonograph would crackle once in awhile and she would be startled every single time, eyes widening for a millisecond before she resumed her dancing, swaying her hips as she moved across the living room of their shared small cozy house in the outskirts of London. She would occasionally send him a loving smile, kissing him softly on the lips whenever she walked past him and he would catch her wrist to pull her into his arms so he could give her another kiss, cheeks flushing red as he did so.

She let out a giggle and kissed the tip of his nose, smiling at him like he hung the moon and stars. It still baffled him sometimes, to have someone who loved him more than anything in the world, who would accept him with open arms despite his quirkiness. He really didn’t understand how he could be this lucky (she was the lucky one, she would always say every time he brought this up).

Newt closed the thick leather bound book, a muggle encyclopedia book they found in a small bookstore during their visit to Shanghai last month, opting to watch her walk towards the bookcase. She had her hair tied into a small ponytail, a habit she picked up ever since her hair got longer. She flashed him a fond smile when she felt his gaze on her, returning her attention back to the books in front of her a moment later.


Merlin’s beard, he loved her more with each passing days, he realized. The thought made his very heart constrict with how much he loved her.

“I love you,” he blurted out, looking away in embarrassment when she turned around to face him.

“I love you too, Newt.” Her voice was music to his ears, soft and filled with love. He snapped out of his train of thoughts when she stopped in front of him and reached out her hands, vaguely noticing the unfamiliar muggle Christmas song playing in the background. “Dance with me?” she asked, lips curling into a smile he loved so dearly.

“I might step on your feet, [Y/N],” Newt grimaced a little, recalling the unfortunate event last week.

“It’s alright. Come on, love. Just one song,” she replied, patiently waiting for him to stand up and join her.

He nervously took her hand, heart thundering in his ears as he placed one hand on her waist, slowly taking a lead on the dance after a while. She was staring at him when he finally looked down at her, pausing a moment to plant a kiss on the corner of his lips before they danced again.

“What was that for?” he asked her, smiling fondly at her. He pulled her closer against him, noting the way her cheeks flushed pink when he held her a little tighter. She shrugged her shoulder, leaning her head on his chest.

“I’m glad I met you, Newt,” she said after a while.

“And I am happy to say how grateful I am to be able to meet you.” He stopped moving and tipped her chin up with his forefinger to press a tender kiss on her closed eyelids, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips.

“Merry Christmas, Newt,” she whispered when they broke apart, slowly losing herself in his greenish eyes. The music has stopped a moment ago and she found herself standing in the middle of the room, in the arms of the man she loved so much. She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. He smelled like parchment and spices and home, she noted, smiling a little when he tilted his head in an adorable manner.

“What is it?” he questioned in confusion.

“Nothing,” she shook her head, eyes fixed on the fallen snow outside their home. “I love you,” she quietly added not long after, her voice almost inaudible. Newt’s face broke into a huge smile as he pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her deeply.


One Shot: Pre Christmas (Smut)

I hope you all like this one! Any feedback on this one is really appreciated, as I have hardly any experience writing smut. So if you have any suggestions please let me know. If you liked it let me know, if there was something in particular that you didn’t or felt weird PLEASE let me know as I’d like to get better. Again, thank you for reading!!  

“Alright look at the camera. Here we go!”  

There was a bright flash from the studio lights. A few more pictures were taken of the family in front of us and then we stepped forward for our turn. My sister pulled my niece who was a ball of red velvet and passed her to my brother in law. He walked over to the big chair with Santa sitting on it and Santa reached for her.

My brother in law fussed over his daughter smoothing out her little dress making sure she was picture perfect. The photographer began to readjust for the picture.

Shawn who was standing right at my said leaned close to me and began to speak gently. “Are you going to sit on Santa’s lap?

I glanced up at him. “I don’t know should I?”

His arm wrapped around me. “Meh, you should. Tell Santa what you want for Christmas. Not that I think you’ll get it.” He leaned down and breathed into my ear. “Because I think you’ve been a very bad bad girl.”

My mouth dropped and I swatted at his chest. “Shawn!” I protested acting as if his deep voice in my ear had done nothing to my thoughts. “Not with my family here.”

He chuckled and leaned in again. “You like it.”

I didn’t try to deny it.

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Tony x Reader Christmas Oneshot

Summary – You and Tony sneak into the common room to open the presents you bought for one another before the other Avengers wake up.

Warnings – A couple of curse words, some nudity, and tons of Christmas fluff!

Word Count – 1,668

Notes – This fic is my Secret Santa gift to @jennareedus! Merry Christmas sweetie, I hope this helps to brighten your day!

**Special tags: @marvel-ash @oneshot-shit  Thank you so much for putting this together!

**Thank you Anika @avengerofyourheart for helping me come up with a name for this one!!  You’re the best!


Christmas Fic Masterlist

Originally posted by unknown-99

You had been sleeping peacefully.  That is until your boyfriend decided that you needed to wake up at 4am on Christmas morning.

“Tony,” you muttered as you glanced at the clock on the nightstand.  “The tower had better be under attack for you to dare waking me up this early.”

“(Y/N),” he pleaded as he started nuzzling your neck.  “It’s Christmas!  Don’t you want to see what I got you?”

You couldn’t help but start laughing as his goatee tickled the back of your neck.  “Fine.  You’re not going to give up until I get up anyway.”

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Sexy Santa

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Sexy Santa
Day Three
25 Days of Christmas
Rated: Mature

Welp, it finally happened.

This was how you were going to die.

Suddenly every single horror movie you’d ever saw came back to haunt you. Were you supposed to investigate that loud sounds coming from your living room and possibly die, or were you supposed to stay in your bedroom without a weapon and wait for death to find you? Hmmm well if you took your chances with the living room you might be able to find a weapon of some sort, or at least make it to your front door.

You looked around your room, and sighed heavily. There was not a damn thing that was useful in here. Noted, you just moved in and a significant amount of your things were still in boxes. You were hoping that you at least had a box cutter with you. So much for that. 

You could hear the commotion in the living room; A combination of jingles, and grunting. Who the hell broke into your house? The world’s loudest thief? Weren’t the supposed to at least be stealthy? Grabbing a lamp off your end table you slowly made your way into the hallway.

Each step was almost louder than the other and you could feel your heart pumping out of your chest. You can do this! You tried to give yourself a pep talk. If you see him just swing on him. 

As you reached your living room you loaded up your swing seeing the burglar near your Christmas tree. Was he taking things out of his bag? He seemed to of noticed your presence and turned around to meet your stare, yelling as you screamed and dropped your lamp. “JAY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”

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I’m Not Tired, an Everlark (with toastbabies) Christmas one shot

Rating: K+

Summary: Lily and Reed are too excited for Christmas to settle down to sleep. Katniss and Peeta are getting frustrated with their children.

Author’s note: Based a little on the Amy Lee song I’m Not Tired from her children’s album Dream Too Much.

Peeta and Katniss stepped out of their children’s rooms at the same time and leaned against the wall in between.

“She’s not asleep.” Peeta said, defeated.

“I don’t think he is either.” Katniss slipped her hand into his.

Lily called, “Can I have some water?”

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