#rockefeller center skating rink

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Prometheus and a skater both fly at the rink in Rockefeller Center. No date but probably the 1950s.

Photo: Frank Larson via Queens Museum of Art/Timeout NY

[costumedump]

[itsloriel]

(via GIFER)

[angel-eyes05]

a spider in the snow

pairing: fem!reader x miguel o’hara

summary: you help rehabilitate an injured miguel after he returns from one of his late night patrols…in more ways than one

warnings: nsfw, fluff then smut then fluff, handjob (both m and f recieving), blood mention, an incy wincy tincy bit of angst

word count: 2.5k

notes: heyyyyy i've come back from the dead. i don't really write a lot of one shots so go easy on me for this one. just like every horny person on the internet, i’ve fallen head over heels in love with miguel o’hara. this is me giving into my impulses lmao. sorry if i do anything thats out of character idk him that well so just work with me here. i also don't know everything about nueva york and if names are different than here or something so im just gonna pretend they’re the same. if they are, great! if not, just go with it lmao. one more thing, despite being cuban i am a no sabo kid (rip me) so i had to use a translator for some of this so apologies in advance if some things aren't super accurate. ok lets get on with the show.

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Snowy nights in Nueva York have always been one of your favorite parts about moving up north. Seeing all the lit up buildings illuminated in the snow, all the people ice skating in Rockefeller Center rink just below your apartment window, the reminders of Christmas coming soon. It kept your heart warm against the freezing temperatures outside. You also loved the feeling of being able to bundle yourself up in blankets and hoodies, a mix of yours and your boyfriend’s, having an excuse to make hot chocolate, and finally being able to use the fireplace that normally laid dormant in the middle of your living room. The one con about the snow was when it would land on Miguel’s patrol nights. Your already nervous mind was only heightened by the added uncertainty of everything that could happen while he was out there. What if he got too cold while out there and it affected his ability to fight? What if it started snowing too hard and he wouldn’t be able to find his way back to the apartment? You knew some of your concerns were probably dumb, but they felt serious to you. 

This was one of those nights. One of the nights where you would sit on your couch, next to the cracked window, unable to sleep until you could see him come back safe. You flipped through the channels of the tv aimlessly, trying to find something to keep your mind off of the growing cold outside. You eventually turn it off after coming across the weather channel, claiming a snowstorm would be rolling into the city in about 15 minutes. Deciding there was nothing you could do about your situation, you walked over to your bedroom and wrapped yourself in your massive duvet to shield from the cold. Worries dashed around your mind about everything that could happen. Despite being verbally supportive about Miguel and his…hobbies, you really hated the idea of him sneaking out in basically pajamas almost every night to “beat up the bad guys” essentially. Even though he had explained everything to you by this point, having been dating for about three years now, you still couldn’t quite understand everything. Radioactive spiders? Corrupt businesses? Fangs and claws? Mutations? A multiverse? It was a lot to wrap your head around. But, despite all of this, all of your worries and concerns over Miguel, you stayed. Because you knew you didn’t start dating him because of his whole superhero business or whatever. You were dating him because you loved him. The real him. The way he would always press gentle kisses into the crook of your neck. How on his days off, you would be woken up to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking in the kitchen just for you. How he would always whisper sweet praises to you while you would give him head. How easily he could be crumbled down beneath his rock hard exterior. The Miguel underneath the red and blue spandex. You dreamt of this as you slowly fell into a calm slumber. You fell asleep bundled up in all the blankets on your bed, arm outstretched to the opposite side the bed, almost as if you were reaching for something that wasn’t there. 

After some time had passed, you’re not sure exactly how much, you were awoken by a thud coming from your bathroom. You lazily rubbed your eyes and grabbed your alarm clock to check the time. 3:47 am. Yeah, that’s definitely Miguel in there. You dragged yourself out of bed to help him out, throwing one of this hoodies over your tank top for extra warmth. You also liked how it still smelled like him after three times in the wash. You opened the door, eyes squinting from the bright fluorescent light. And there he was. You found it endearing. How Miguel was trying, and failing, to reach this massive scratch on his back to clean it instead of just waking you up to ask for your help. You look to the floor to find a bottle of hydrogen peroxide sitting there on the rug, probably what caused the thudding sound. You stood there leaning in the doorframe, waiting for him to notice you, even though he probably already heard every step you’ve taken from the bed up to the door now. “You need any help there?” you ask him, jokingly. You had seen him in much worse conditions, so you took moments like these to be more comedic, an attempt to lighten his mood sort of. It didn’t usually work. “No, I got it. Please go back to sleep,” he said, still attempting to wrap his arms around himself. You rolled your eyes and walked over to sit behind him, picking up the hydrogen peroxide off the floor and grabbing a couple of cotton balls from the first aid basket. “Mi amor, please go back to sleep, I promise I can do this by myself,” he argued. Before he could get another word in, you poured some of the hydrogen peroxide over his wound. He groaned in response and squeezed your thigh to help level out the pain. “That’s for worrying me all night,” you said to him, just over the volume of a whisper. As you began to dab the blood off of his cut, he responded. “You know I don’t want you to worry.” Once you could see he was turning his head around to look at you, you turned your eyes away. You didn’t really want to look at him right now. It’s not that you were mad at him. Ok that’s a lie, you were a little mad. But it was more of a helplessness you felt when you would see him like this. Beat up, cut, scratched, bruised. And there wasn’t anything you could do to help. Not until after at least. And it wasn’t like you were a trained nurse or anything. You dreaded the day that he would come stumbling through the window, too injured for you to take care of yourself. Or worse. The day he wouldn’t come home at all. “Yeah, well that doesn’t mean I don’t,” you said sort of coldly. You stood up from your position, waiting to patch up his back until after he showered. You changed your positions to sit from behind him to in front, ready to take care of his front side now. “I don’t want to talk about that right now tho-.” You cut yourself off when you finally saw his face

Cuts were scattered across his face, one above his eyebrow still dripping blood catching your attention first. He also had a bruise quickly forming on his left cheekbone. Once you moved your eyes more, you saw his nose marked with a deep cut going through the middle. His beautiful nose. It was one of your favorite parts of his appearance. Done scanning his face, your eyes moved down to his chest and his torso. His chest was marked with similar cuts to the one on his back. You kept your eyes on his chest in an attempt to hide the fact you were holding back tears right now. “I’m sorry mi cariño. I really am.” You knew he was. But sorry wasn’t going to keep him safe. This was one apology among many. It didn’t really matter. He wasn’t sorry for getting hurt again and again and again. He was sorry for the fact you had to see him like this. If you wouldn’t have seen that he was injured, he wouldn’t have said anything And you knew after this apology as well, he would go out tomorrow night and do the same thing over again. You didn’t respond to his words. All you could manage to do was pull him into an embrace and apologize when he winced from your hands hitting his cuts. You sat there for a bit, running your hands through his hair and trying to hold yourself back from crying. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and planted gentle kisses there, each a little apology from him. Once you finally pulled away and wiped your face, you started to clean the scrapes on his face, this time more gentle than his back. You dabbed the cotton ball on his forehead as he held you straddled on his lap. He admired your features as you concentrated on him, rubbing your back with his fingers in the process. You didn’t say much, only a simple “sorry” if you were a little too rough with cleaning. Despite the stern face you were putting on, Miguel knew you secretly liked the way he would grab at your thighs and hips with his claws when you did something that hurt.

Once you were finished, you silently put the first aid equipment away and left the bathroom so he could take a shower. He planted a soft kiss into your forehead before you left the room. Once you crawled back into bed, you sighed to yourself. How did you end up here anyways? There’s no way you were expecting all of this when you first saw Miguel at the concert bar that day. Some days were amazing with him. Others were much harder. And while you’ve definitely had worse days with him, today was leaning on the latter option. You contemplated all of this until you heard the door to the bathroom behind you open, Miguel stepping out of the steaming room with his towel wrapped around his lower body. You were very quickly reminded of one of the reasons you’ve stayed with him for so long. The way his wet curls were laying around his head. How his chest glistened while it was damp, despite currently being tattered with cuts at the current moment. He sleepily shuffled over to the bed, dropping his towel before crawling up close to you in bed. The warmth of Miguel’s freshly showered body against yours helped to melt the majority of your worries away. It also helped that you could feel his his cock getting harder against your leg while he cuddled against you. You finally turned around to face him, cupping his jaw in your hand and rubbing your thumb across his face. He grasped your hand and pressed soft kisses into it. “I love you so much Miggy,” you finally said, breaking the silence and drawing his eyes towards you. “I really do, and I’m sorry if I ever make it seem like I don’t. You just…you scare me sometimes.” You quickly realize those weren’t the words you meant. You begin to stutter and take back your words a bit, until you see that Miguel has given you his full attention. You take a deep breath and continue. “You don’t scare me. It’s more of what you do that scares me. I never know when you’re gonna come back or if you even are. If you think I take joy in taking care of you after you come back, I really don’t. I hate seeing my boy like this. And it makes me scared that one day you’re gonna come back in a shape I can’t fix. It scares me so bad Miggy you don’t even know,” you say, choking back your tears. Once Miguel notices you’re about to start crying, he wraps his arms around you immediately. “Shhh it’s ok preciosa,” he comforts as you quietly cry into his broad shoulders. “I’m so sorry for making you worry,” he says in between kissing the top of your head. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, and I love you too.” 

You pull away from his hug and stare into his beautiful crimson eyes as he wipes away your tears. You suddenly fall into the overwhelming urge to kiss him. He returns the kiss with even more passion than you put into it. You quickly found yourself exploring his body with your hands, moans escaping his lips whenever you would graze over one of his wounds. You drew yourself closer to him to absorb more of his body heat, though you were quickly reminded of his bare cock as you could feel it hardening on your leg. Your hands eventually made it down there, teasing Miguel along the way as you felt him up on the way down. You then took his hard, already wet cock into your hands, caressing every ridge you could find on it. You could hear more moans exit his mouth and slide into yours as you handled him like putty. He would let out messier sounds, even a growl at one point, and jerk forward into your hand when you would tease around his tip. “F-fuck baby. Y-you’re s-so good to me. ‘N pr-retty too,” he would blurb out Feeling his cock get increasingly hard in your hand began to make you slightly wet as well. This only increased as Miguel began to take off your underwear as well, sliding two of his fingers into your pussy and placing his thumb to draw circles onto your clit. Your grip on his length becomes lazy and sloppy as you’re stimulated as well. You’re surprised at how quickly Miguel is able to find your clit, but then again you expect him to know your body so well after three years. After both of you have been at it for a while, you’re the first one to get close to your orgasm. “Fuck M-Miggy, I-I’m gonna cum,” you manage to moan out. His kisses on you get sloppy as he reaches his as well. It’s over for you once he begins to put more pressure onto your core. You let out an inhuman noise as your stomach fills with the white heat of your orgasm, shaking your entire body. Miguel takes his fingers out of your entrance and licks your cum off of his fingers. It’s then over for him when you eventually put the pressure of your fingers onto his cock. You hand is then covered in his cum once he reaches his climax in your fist, moaning intensely into the air. While he’s in the middle of his orgasm, his claws pop out of his fingers and into your hips and underneath your thigh where his hands are placed. Then, he lets out his fangs and uses them to leave hickeys into your neck, making sure not to let out any of his poison while doing so. “Just stay here with me Miggy,” you sigh out, his fangs deep into your neck. “You don’t ever need to go back out there again. Just stay here with me forever.” He simply nods at first, still sucking into your neck. Once he lets go and and begins to calm down, he responds with “Forever and always mi corazón,” whispering the words into your ear as he lays more kisses along your collarbone and neck.

You stare outside the window at the falling snow, hoping this time he’ll keep his word, but knowing deep down that he wasn’t going to. But for now, you could just appreciate your time with him now. He was all yours right now. Everything. And that was enough.

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A/N: uhhhh sorry but i didn't feel like proofreading this cause its super late for me rn sorry not sorry lmao

[simsimulation]

📍 Rockefeller Center, San Myshuno Yasmin visited her sister Zara in the city with her best friend & they all decided to do a bit of Winterfest shopping while their kids were skating at the ice rink. 🛍️

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Ice Skating | Juraj Slafkovský

wc. 2.6k

four times you go ice skating with Juraj and the one time you actually fall

Four 

“Will you please tell me where we’re going?” you beg the young Slovak as he covers your eyes, weaving in and out of the crowd and leading you closer to your unknown destination. 

“We’re almost there,” he promises and you roll your eyes but smile while he continues to lead you. 

“Ready?” he asks, stopping the two of you and leaning close so you can hear him. You nod and when Juraj finally drops his hands, you can’t help the small gasp that escapes your lips. 

You stand at the edge of Rockefeller Center, the rink lit up by Christmas lights, a gorgeously decorated tree acting as a backdrop to the whole scene. You watch as families skate together, couples holding hands and exchanging soft lovelorn looks at each other. You turn to Juraj and he smiles sheepishly at you. 

“Are we ice skating?” you ask, the location finally truly dawning on you. 

“Uhm, yes?” he answers unsure. 

“If I slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault,” you say, holding up an accusing finger towards your best friend. 

“I’ve got you princezná. I won’t let you fall.” 

Juraj leads you over to the counter and rents two pairs of skates. You grab a seat at the bench and Juraj laces his skates up. You pull yours on as well, attempting to pull the laces tight but ultimately failing. Juraj watches with soft heart filled eyes, adoration clear in his features. 

“moja láska,” he murmurs and your eyes flicker over to him. “Do you need help?” 

You nod shyly and Juraj smiles widely, bending down in front of you on one knee and pulling the laces tight. His hands work on their own accord, his mind wandering to a scene where he’s on one knee for a different reason, asking you a question and praying you say yes. 

“Juraj?” you ask, waving a hand in front of his face and watching as he snaps himself out of the trance he’s in. 

“All done,” he smiles, standing and offering his hand to you. 

You take it, instantly wobbling awkwardly on the skates and the both of you share a shy smile. Juraj helps you over to the entrance of the rink and steps in with ease. He takes both your hands and helps you onto the rink where you look at him with fear filled eyes. 

“I got you princezná,” he reminds you and you smile nervously. 

You take a step and your heart flips, the unfamiliar territory scaring you more than it should. Juraj skates backwards with ease and you can’t help but admire the way he glides on the ice. 

With your focus on him, you’re able to calm down and look around you at the New York City skyline. Your face lights up as you look at the perfectly decorated tree, the couples and families skating around you with smiles on their faces and laughter filling the air. 

Juraj can’t help but think you look utterly ethereal. 

“Think you can loosen your grip now?” Juraj jokes and when you look back towards him the glint in his eye makes your heart race. 

Three

“Are you doing anything tomorrow?” Juraj asks, putting away the last dish and turning towards you. 

“Not that I can think of. Why?” 

“It’s family skate at the rink tomorrow and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?” 

Juraj’s question shocks you a bit. Family skate was usually the guys who are married and those with kids, sometimes the guys with their girlfriends or the guys just coming to stop by and say hi. 

“But I’m not family?” is the only thing you can think to say at this moment and Juraj smiles like you’re missing the whole point of it. 

“Princezná, you’re more important than family,” he murmurs and your eyes search his and find genuine love in them. 

“I’ll be there.” 

Juraj picks you up the next day and you head over to the Bell Centre for the family skate. He grabs you an extra pair of skates and is in the middle of tying them for you when Josh Anderson walks by. 

“Don’t know how to tie your skates darling?” he jokes and when he stops near you you jokingly shove him away. 

“Fuck off Andy,” you quip and you watch as both him and Juraj collapse into giggles. 

Juraj finishes tying your skates and with a tap to your thigh you’re standing and wobbling awkwardly all over again. This time it’s a bit easier, you can at least walk towards the ice without too much help but when you’re on the ice, you’re clutching Juraj’s hands again like your life depends on it. 

“(y/n)! I’ve lapped you three times in the past 2 minutes,” Kaiden calls out to you and you let go of Juraj to flip him off. 

“Let’s go grandma!” Cole joins and you shoot him a glare. 

“Ignore them,” Juraj reminds you and you smile as you look back over at him. 

He starts to instruct you on how to push off and skate forward and you hang on his every word. He lets go of one of your hands and you carefully push off, gripping his hand tightly. 

“You’re doing it!” Juraj cheers and your heart flushes at his praise. 

Juraj’s teammates and their families watch the two youngsters with soft gazes, thinking the scene was adorable. 

“Are they dating?” Josh’s girlfriend turns to ask and Josh smiles, shaking his head. 

“Not yet,” he says, slightly rolling his eyes but happy to see you and Juraj so close. 

Two 

“Come on Jakey!!” you scream and Juraj laughs lightly next to you. 

“Oh be quiet,” you joke, shoving him as you sit down. 

Your little brother has been begging you to bring your famous hockey playing best friend (his words not yours) to one of his hockey games. You finally found a day where Juraj was free and Jake was playing a game and dragged your best friend along with you. Jake was playing well, but his team was still losing and with the final ring of the bell, the game ends 2-1. 

“Come on,” you say, grabbing Juraj’s hand and pulling him along to the locker room. 

You wait outside, greeting other teammates of your brother and their families, until your brother finally makes his way out. You look him over and see that he’s still wearing his skates but has changed out of the rest of his gear. 

“Buddy, what are you doing?” you ask when Jake finally greets you and Juraj. 

“Can we stay and skate?” he asks nervously and you can’t help the smile that grows on your lips. 

“Of course.” 

You and Juraj grab a pair of rental skates each before heading out on the ice. Juraj sticks by your side for the beginning before Jake pulls him away to ask for tips on his skating. You cling to one of the walls, watching as Juraj stands in front of your brother and explains his foot positioning. Jake listens patiently, something he wasnt always good at, and butterflies decide to kick up in your stomach at the sight of the two of them. 

“Ready?” you hear Juraj ask and you watch as Jake nods and the two stand side by side. 

Juraj counts down from three and one he hits one, the two of them rush off across the ice in an impressive blur of speed. You watch as Jake takes the advantage and you know deep down, Juraj is letting him win in their little race. Your smile grows even wider at the thought, Juraj purposefully letting the young boy win. 

“Prekliatie, Jake you’re faster than me,” Juraj says, dropping his hands onto his knees and breathing heavily to show how “tired” he was. 

“I think you should replace Juraj in the line up tomorrow Jakey,” you call and the two boys turn and smile at you. 

Juraj grins, tossing a wink in your direction before heading off to skate with your younger brother again. 

One 

How and why your best friend decided to rent out an entire sports complex for her birthday party will continue to remain a mystery to you. She could have gone anywhere in Montreal but she decided on a place with ice skating, laser tag, arcades, golfing, bowling, and more for her party. 

Naturally, you dragged Juraj with you, knowing that you would probably only know your best friend at this party and didn’t want to spend the time alone. The two of you got there early, greeting your best friend and her boyfriend at the entrance of the sports center. 

“Happy birthday!!” you greet her excitedly, leaning forward to hug your best friend. 

“Come on!” She says, dragging you into the building, Juraj and her boyfriend trailing behind. “I wanna go ice skating.” 

The four of you grab rental skates and head out onto the ice together. Just like before, Juraj is slow and careful with you, helping you to skate around the rink. You make it a lap and a half in before you see your best friend exiting the rink with her boyfriend behind her. 

“Hey!” you call out and she turns and smiles sheepishly. 

“Sorry!” she yells back before rushing away. 

You roll your eyes and turn back to Juraj with a look that says ‘can you believe her?’ and the younger boy just shrugs and smiles at you. 

“Well, as long as we’re here,” you say, trying your best to slow down on the ice. “Wanna teach me how to stop?” 

“Are you sure you’re ready for it?” he asks and you lean forward, swatting at his arm. 

“Of course I am!” you declare but quickly lose balance, reaching out for him and he chuckles as you regain your balance. 

“Anyway,” you murmur and Juraj laughs lightly under his breath. 

He turns on his skates, holding his hands out to you which you happily take and he smiles encouragingly at you. 

“So, the way you stop is on your edges,” he explains, showing the sides of his skate and digging them into the ice so he stops moving. 

“If you’re skating forward, you want to turn your body and push your outside leg out and lean.”

He takes a second to show you what he means, letting go and skating for a second before stopping on his edges. You nod when he pauses, committing his movements to memory. 

“You try,” he tells you. 

You take a nervous deep breath, skating forward a couple of inches before attempting to come to a stop before Juraj. Your legs however shake too much beneath you and you start to fall. Juraj is quicker, catching your arms and hauling you up into them. 

“Sorry,” you murmur, looking up at him and it strikes you how close the two of you are. 

“All good,” he replies, his arms coming to move around your waist. 

Your eyes search his, heat blooming throughout your body and for a moment the two of you simply gaze at each other, uncertain what to do next. 

“Are you two coming or what?” 

You both turn to see your best friend waving you over and you sigh, thinking how close yet how far you were from making a move. 

“Let’s go.” 

And One 

You swear it’s been weeks since you saw Juraj at your best friend’s birthday party. Therefore, you were ecstatic when he called and asked if you could pick him up from practice so the two of you could hang out afterwards. You show up a little later than practice ends, knowing Juraj’s tendency to stay late and work with one of the coaches while everyone has already left the ice. 

You make your way through the back and up towards the tunnel, greeting those you see along the way. Just as you’re heading up to the bench, you pass Martin St. Louis and he greets you with a warm smile. 

“Always good to see you darling,” he tells you and you smile shyly. “Juraj is still on the ice if you’re looking for him.” 

You smile and thank him before walking up and out onto the bench. Marty is right, Juraj stands a few feet away from the goal, practicing shot after shot and you stand there for a moment and simply take in his form. His love for the game and determination to get better at it every day was one of the many reasons you had grown impossibly in love with him. He put 110% effort into everything he did and you admired that kind of work ethic in him. 

“Looking good 20!” you yell out and Juraj turns around on the ice, grinning madly when he sees you standing at the bench. 

“Sorry,” he says, skating over to you. “Pretty sure this is a closed practice.” 

“Come on. Grab some skates and get out here.”

“Juraj,” you whine and he turns those big brown eyes towards you. The ones that are impossible to say no to. 

“5 minutes? Please? Just wanna spend some time with you on the ice,” he murmurs.

You sigh quietly and Juraj instantly tells you where to grab some extra skates. Your heart pounds as you replay his words in your head. You can’t help the smile that crops up on your lips as he ties your skates and helps you out onto the ice. Somehow, Juraj was always taking care of you, a trait you so loved about him and prayed stayed with him. 

As always, Juraj starts off with holding your hands making sure you’re comfortable first before letting go and skating by your side with practiced ease. The two of you exchange small talk as you skate and Juraj’s heart fills with pride realizing he was the one who taught you how to skate. The one who has made sure you won’t fall. The one you’ve trusted. 

He moves to skate backwards in front of you, grinning like he has just won the lottery. 

“What?” you ask, his gaze making you flustered. 

“You’re doing amazing,” he compliments and your body flushes in warmth at his praise. 

“Well thank you,” you say and just as you’re about to add on that it’s all thanks to him, your skate hits a rough patch of ice. 

You instantly lose your balance, a small shriek escaping your lips as you fall forward. Your hands instantly reach out for him and Juraj is quick to react, catching you and hauling you up into him like he did so many weeks ago. 

He forces the two of you to a stop, your hands coming to rest feebly against his chest while his arms stay wrapped around your waist. You look up, a sheepish smile on your face as Juraj sports a self righteous grin on his face that makes you laugh. 

“Spoke too soon, huh?” he asks and you shake your head. 

“Oh shut up,” you murmur. 

“Gladly,” he hums. 

He leans down and finally connects the two of you, lips molding in perfect unison as you press against each other on the cold ice. You’re thankful for the grip Juraj has on you because your knees are suddenly weakened by his lips on yours. You break apart for air and Juraj grins down at you and you take a deep breath to control the happy laughter that wants to break free from you.

“Wanna keep skating?” he asks and you shake your head. 

“No, I think it’s time for us to head home.” 

“Whatever you say moja láska,” he says, kissing the side of your head and leading the two of you off the ice.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Can I look into your heart?

Yelena Belova x Male Reader

Request - Yelena wakes to find that it had snowed overnight and gets excited about playing in it. Male reader gets excited because this means that when Yelena comes inside, it will mean that they get to cuddle by the fire

You got home and you head to the kitchen. You start to put the food away then you heard someone say your name.

“Hello Y/N,” Yelena said.

At first, you didn't recognize her voice then you threw a bottle at her. But she caught the bottle and smiled.

“Hello scaredy-cat” Yelena teased.

“Babe, I am so sorry. The living room light was off and I didn't recognize you” You said.

You and Yelena walked toward each other, she wrapped her arms around you.

“It’s okay. It was funny when you got scared” Yelena smiled.

“So mean. So happy you are here, I missed you” You smiled.

“Me too. Now, I can spend time with my cute scaredy cat” Yelena smiled again.

“Whatever” You laughed.

Yelena starts to kiss you and she starts to smile. You are kissing her back and she places her hand on your cheek.

“Since I'm in New York let's do something together,” Yelena said.

“Yeah, sure” You smiled.

She kissed you again. You help your girlfriend unpack her luggage, then she changed outfits and you go out with her to have fun.

You take her to the ice rink. Now, you and Yelena are holding hands while ice skating. She starts to talk about what she wants to do while in New York. Now, you and Yelena start to skate a little faster.

“I don't think it will snow,” You said.

“It will snow, in a day or a few days later,” Yelena said.

“I just hate when the sidewalks turn to ice and I end up falling,” You said.

“Oh, I remember when you fell in Saint Petersburg when you came to visit me last year in December. It was funny how you fell” Yelena said.

“Wow, you are a rude girlfriend,” You said.

Yelena starts to laugh and you skate away. She starts to follow you but you couldn't help to smile at her. Later, you and Yelena go get something to eat before seeing the tree.

After eating dinner, you and Yelena go to Rockefeller Center. You take a picture with her somewhat close to the tree. You bought her a Christmas souvenir and she likes the snow globe.

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The next day, Yelena made you go with her to Macy's Christmas Parade. You just didn't wake up early in the morning and she does wake up very early. Yelena has on your hoodie and scarf.

“I was going to wear that hoodie, Yelena,” You said.

“Next time, wake up early Y/n L/N,” Yelena said.

She winked at you and you rolled your eyes at her. You and Yelena head to the parade, while standing to each other she would hold your hand. She gave a peck on the lips then you go with her to get something to eat.

✬ ✯ ✬ ✯

Yelena starts to wake up and she feels colder. You are still sleeping, she gets out of bed and sees it snowed overnight. She starts to smile then she starts to shake your arm.

“Y/n, babe wake up,” Yelena said.

You start to wake up and she is smiling at you.

“What?” You yawned.

“It snowed last night. And there is a lot of snow!” Yelena smiled.

You get out of bed and looked out the window.

“You really want to play in the snow?” You asked.

“Obviously, babe,” Yelena said.

You and Yelena start to get dressed then went outside.

Once outside in the backyard, you throw a snowball at Yelena. Now she starts to throw snowballs at you and you try to dodge them.

Yelena playfully pushes you onto the snow, you try to get up but she pours more snow on you. You and Yelena are laughing and just having fun throwing snow at each other. Now, you start to chase Yelena and you throw a snowball at her.

----

After a while of playing in the snow, you and Yelena go inside the house. She pulls you close to her and starts to kiss you.

“I had fun,” Yelena said.

“I had fun too, but I think you cheated” You smiled.

“Such a liar” Yelena laughed.

You and Yelena changed into pajamas and went to the living room. Yelena start the fire in the fireplace and you grabbed the blankets and extra pillows.

“I got the movie for us to watch,” You said.

“What movie?” Yelena asked.

You grabbed the DVD from the shelf and give it to her.

“It's Rudolph, you said you wanted to watch it,” You said.

“The super-powered reindeer Rudolph? He is so weird” Yelena giggled.

“Not many would describe him like that” You laughed.

You and Yelena laughed for a bit. You put in the DVD and get comfortable on the couch, then Yelena lies on top of you then you wrapped your arms around her. You and Yelena start to watch the movie then she would ask questions about the movie.

[spideyzgirl]

all that glitters is snow

A/N: a christmas blurb to drag me out of this terrible writers block 🥲 so sorry if this is terrible it’s been a while. happy holidays <33

summary: having never experienced a cold winter season, peter decides to take you on an ice skating date.

pairing: tom!peter x reader

warnings: none

wc: 866

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“ice skating?” you smiled once peter removed his hands from your eyes, showing his own smile as well.

“what do you think?”

“well, it’s definitely not what i had in mind when you told me you wanted to take me on ‘a chilly date’. i thought you meant the stew, but this works too.”

“i still don’t understand how you misinterpreted that. it’s not even spelled the same.” peters voice echoed due to the emptiness of the space. strange. the skating rink was usually bustling with people around this time. that had you wondering what tricks peter pulled land this.

“hey, where is everyone?” you asked as your eyes scanned the rink, realizing just how alone you both were.

“what do you mean?”

“there’s no one here. like at all.”

“so?” peter hid his smile.

“peter, it’s the rockefeller center. it’s never empty like this.” you stated matter-of-factly.

“not unless someone were to rent out the rink for a special occasion. i wonder who did that.” peter squinted his eyes as if he were thinking.

“did you really do this for me?”

“of course i did,” he shrugged. “without mentioning the fact that mr. stark is paying for all of this.” he kissed your nose.

when you told peter you were from florida, one of the hottest states that never gets any snow, he made it his mission to get you to experience a fun, snowy christmas. it had been an excruciatingly cold week of making snowmen and snow angels, and having snowball fights.

you didn’t understand why or how anyone could enjoy having a fast, hard ball of cold hurled at their face, but it was worth participating once you saw the adorable smile on peters face.

as soon as you got your skates on, it was just you and peter on the ice. even though you were clinging onto him the entire time, you had to admit it was really fun. it was fun up until peter suggested you learn how to skate by yourself. despite you reminding him countless times that you’re terrible at skating, peter still insisted that you try a little skating on your own.

you stood like a statue as you squinted at peter, who stood opposite of you on the rink.

“alright, now come to me,” peter encouraged you. “you got this, i believe in you.”

“i don’t got this! i don’t got this at all!” you shouted. “peter come get me!”

“no, you come get me.” he opened his arms.

“i thought this was a date, not a skating lesson?” you groaned, swallowing thickly as you tried pushing forward. it wasn’t perfect and it wasn’t fast, but you were able to push yourself forward.

“oh shit, it’s working a little. peter, i’m doing it! are you watching?” you cheered.

“good job honey, now try going a little faster.”

you lost your balance here and there, but you began to move even faster than you were before.

“see, isn’t it fun when you do it on your own?”

the cold air bit at your face as you sailed towards peter, adrenaline pumping through veins. your smile faded though, when you realized you were going faster than expected.

“uh, peter? how do i stop?” you called out, almost panicking.

“what?”

“how- how do i stop!”

“oh. how do you stop? it’s easy, just-“ peters eyes widened when he too realized you were moving entirely too fast towards him. “y/n, stop!” he cried.

but it was too late, your body crashed into peters, taking you both down to the ground as you landed on top of him. peter groaned; having landed on his back, he had the wind knocked right out of him. you on the other hand couldn’t keep from laughing, which confused peter.

“that’s one way to stop, for sure.” peter grumbled.

“i’m sorry i ran into you. are you okay?”

“your elbow is stabbing my pancreas right now, but i’ll be alright.”

“you don’t even know where that is.” you rolled your eyes.

you tried to get up, but peter wrapped an arm around your back to hold you in place. “wait, let’s just stay here for a second. i need to catch my breath.”

“okay. did you have fun?”

“yeah, up until you tried to kill me. it was great.”

“i had fun too,” you giggled. “but i have to confess, there are ice skating rinks in florida, so this isn’t exactly a new experience for me.”

“could’ve fooled me.” peter joked, laughing when you hit his chest. he connected his lips to yours, giving you a soft, delicate kiss, warm enough to make you both stop shivering. snow landed in his hair, and you looked up to see how pretty and mesmerizing the night sky looked as it snowed.

“hm, a kiss in the snow? that’s different, but i like it.” you shrugged.

“that wasn’t on my list of things to do in the snow, but hey.” peter kissed you again, but even longer than before, not wanting this sweet moment to end.

“i wonder what else we can do in the snow.” you winked.

“you’re talking crazy, i think you have hypothermia.”

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New York City

New York tumblr more photos here New York City, often simply referred to as NYC, is one of the most iconic and vibrant cities in the world. Located in the northeastern part of the United States, it is situated on the southeastern tip of the state of New York. With a population of over 8 million residents within the city limits and over 20 million in the greater metropolitan area, it is the most populous city in the United States.

Geography and Layout: New York City is composed of five boroughs: Manhattan, Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, and Staten Island. The city is located on a series of islands and connected by bridges and tunnels. Manhattan, the heart of the city, is where many of its most famous landmarks are located. It is divided into several neighborhoods, each with its own distinct character and atmosphere. The city is known for its impressive skyline, dominated by iconic skyscrapers like the Empire State Building, One World Trade Center (Freedom Tower), and the Chrysler Building.

Culture and Diversity: One of New York City's defining characteristics is its incredible diversity. People from all over the world have made the city their home, resulting in a rich tapestry of cultures, languages, cuisines, and traditions. This diversity is celebrated through various cultural events, festivals, and neighborhoods that showcase the heritage of different communities.

The city's cultural scene is unparalleled, with world-class museums such as the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA), and the American Museum of Natural History. Broadway, located in the Theater District of Manhattan, is synonymous with American theater and is famous for its top-tier productions.

Economy and Business: New York City is a global economic powerhouse. Its financial district, centered around Wall Street in Lower Manhattan, is home to some of the world's largest and most influential financial institutions. The city's economy is incredibly diverse, encompassing finance, media, technology, fashion, tourism, and more.

Education and Research: The city boasts some of the world's most prestigious universities, including Columbia University, New York University (NYU), and The City University of New York (CUNY) system. These institutions contribute to the city's reputation as a hub for research, innovation, and intellectual exchange.

Cuisine and Culinary Scene: New York City is a culinary melting pot, offering an array of dining options that reflect its multicultural makeup. From street food carts offering hot dogs and pretzels to high-end restaurants serving international cuisines, the city caters to all tastes and budgets. Iconic foods like New York-style pizza, bagels, and deli sandwiches are part of the city's culinary fabric.

Transportation: The city's extensive public transportation system, which includes the subway, buses, and ferries, is a crucial part of daily life for millions of residents and visitors. The yellow taxi cabs are also an iconic symbol of the city's transportation.

Landmarks and Attractions: New York City is home to an impressive array of landmarks and attractions. Some of the must-visit places include:

Times Square: A bustling commercial and entertainment hub known for its bright lights, theaters, and New Year's Eve celebrations.

Central Park: An expansive green oasis in the heart of Manhattan, offering a retreat from the urban hustle and bustle.

Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island: Iconic symbols of American freedom and immigration history.

Brooklyn Bridge: A historic suspension bridge connecting Manhattan and Brooklyn, offering stunning views of the city skyline.

Rockefeller Center: A complex of commercial buildings, famous for its ice-skating rink and the Top of the Rock observation deck.

The High Line: A unique elevated park built on a former railway track, offering a serene escape above the city streets.

Museums and Art Galleries: In addition to the aforementioned museums, NYC is home to the Guggenheim Museum, Whitney Museum of American Art, and more.

Challenges and Opportunities: Despite its allure, New York City also faces challenges such as high living costs, traffic congestion, and issues related to affordable housing. The city has shown resilience in the face of challenges, and initiatives are continually being developed to address these concerns and create a more equitable and sustainable future.

In summary, New York City is a dynamic and multifaceted metropolis that captivates visitors and residents alike with its cultural richness, economic vitality, and unparalleled energy. Its ability to constantly reinvent itself while honoring its history makes it a truly remarkable and enduring global city.

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Women skating at the opening of the Rockefeller Center roller skating rink, April 17, 1940.

Photo: Charles Hoff for the NY Daily News via Getty Images

[littleredwolf]

No Matter What

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Reader takes Bucky ice skating for the first time. 

Warnings: None. 

Words: 621

A/N: This is my first time writing for Bucky so I hope I’ve done him justice! This is just something cute and festive I wanted to try so I hope you enjoy it!

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You scanned the ice rink with childlike glee as you approached the edge, eager to join the other skaters zig-zagging and flitting across the ice. Sparing a glance at the man beside you, you couldn't help but giggle at the mortified expression on his face. 

"You sure you still wanna do this, Buck?" You asked, squeezing his hand for reassurance. "It's okay if you've changed your mind." 

He frowned and turned to you, his expression softening when his eyes met yours. You found yourself wondering, not for the first time, if his enhanced senses granted the ability to hear your heartbeat. He never said anything (which you were grateful for) but you were sure even Clint without his hearing aid would be able to pick up your erratic heartbeat whenever Bucky was around. 

"It's on the list," he said simply, the corners of his lips twitching into an awkward smile. 

The list in question was one he'd made of all the things he'd wanted to do as part of starting his new life. During one of your many late night conversations he'd opened up and shared his dreams with you, discussing all the things he'd missed out on back in his day and all the new and exciting things there were now to explore. He'd spoken with such passion and enthusiasm that the very next day you'd gone out, bought a notebook and told him to write a list of all the things he wanted to do, watch, play, listen to, etc, and had made it your own personal mission to see to it that he got to fulfill every one. 

Today's activity to tick off was 'ice skating at the Rockefeller Center', and you were keen to get started. 

You were by no means a professional but you did consider yourself a confident skater, so had no problem stepping out onto the ice. Bucky, however, was much more reluctant, and he gripped your hand tightly as he staggered after you. 

"You're doing great!" You encouraged as you began to move backwards, taking both his hands and gently pulling him along. 

His wide eyes did not leave yours as you slowly weaved your way around the rink, everyone else a blur as you focused on keeping him steady and helping him find his balance. It was rather comical watching the super soldier with enhanced agility and strength slipping all over the place like Bambi, but he soon found his feet and even managed to let go of one of your hands after a little while. 

You spent the next hour gliding alongside one another, Bucky's confidence building with each minute that passed (though, he never did quite manage to fully let go of your hand). Of course he fell on his ass a few times - one of which he ended up dragging you down with him in a fit of giggles - but he was more than happy to get back up and give it another go each time. 

You hadn't laughed and smiled this much for a long time and the longer you stayed on the rink the more relaxed you could see Bucky becoming. It was heartwarming to hear him laughing so freely and witnessing the pure joy that crossed his face every time he'd figured out a maneuver, and a swell of emotion overcame you as you realized this was probably the first time in a long time he was fully able to be himself. 

You were proud of how far Bucky had come in his recovery, and honoured that he wanted you to be a part of that journey. And as long as he needed you, you were more than happy to be there. 

No matter what.

[patriciastrike]

Skating rink at Rockefeller Center

[thisapplepielife]

Written for the @steddiemas challenge.

Let the Boy Be Merry

Prompt Day 5: Grinch vs. Holiday Cheer | Word Count: 3333 | Rating: M | CW: Language, Brief Talk of Kids (They Didn't Have) | Tags: Future Fic, Long-Term Relationship, Middle-Age Steddie, Christmas, He's a Grinch, But His Heart Grew Three Sizes That Day, Eddie POV

This one is also available right here on AO3.

"This is ridiculous!" Eddie screams as loud as he can, from the bottom of the ladder. Which is pretty loud. Eddie's not exactly known for his timid demeanor. Especially when he's offended, and this really offends him.

"Yes, Eddie, I heard you the first hundred times!" Steve screams back, from the top of the ladder. Stapling another string of lights to the house. 

He's been doing it for hours. Literal hours. It's cold, snow on the ground, and Eddie is fucking tired of holding the ladder, his fingers are frozen, even in his gloves. But he can't just walk off and let Steve fall to his death. 

"That's enough! You're gonna kill the power to the whole neighborhood!" Eddie yells, trying anything to get him off that fucking ladder.

Steve scoffs. Eddie hears him, even from all the way up there. 

"I'm not Clark Griswold!" Steve shouts back.

Eddie sighs. No, he's not. But that's what they are obviously using as an inspiration for this amount of lights. It's too much. A monstrosity, and they'll never be able to afford the electricity bill. They've been together for years, decades, and Steve still struggles with the idea that they have a budget. 

It drives Eddie insane. 

And about these lights? Eddie's done the math. This is going to cost thousands of dollars to run all month. Thousands of dollars. 

For Christmas lights.

Eddie doesn't approve of this, not at all. He's called Wayne to complain, several times, and Wayne just grunts, not as affronted as Eddie thought he'd be. Wayne understands not wasting electricity, he's the one that followed Eddie around the trailer turning off lights, even ones Eddie was sometimes still using.

"I hear you, Scrooge," Wayne had finally said, "but, can you afford it?"

Eddie had sighed, and muttered a begrudgingly quiet, "Yes."

"Then let the boy be merry," Wayne had drawled, and Eddie had wanted to pull his hair out. He could look even more like Wayne, if he did.

There's being merry, and there's…whatever Steve is, right now.

Eddie doesn't even like Christmas, so this is a hard time of the year in their house. Steve is always acting like they are in the middle of Rockefeller Center, all giant Christmas trees and ice skating rinks. And then there's Eddie, just sitting idly by, wishing for January. 

He doesn't want to drag a real tree into the house. They're a fire hazard. And Eddie doesn't want to traipse out to the tree farm, cut a damn tree down, and pick up pine needles for a month. No thanks.

So, Steve finally relented, and bought an artificial one. And then Eddie saw how much that motherfucker cost, and nearly had a goddamn stroke. It's a plastic tree. It should have been twenty dollars. 

He leans his forehead against the cold metal rung of the ladder.

He's trying. It's just hard. He does the bills. He's going to be the one that has to look at those insane numbers on the electricity bill next month just for running Christmas lights that they can't even see from inside the house, and cut a check. 

"Hey, Grinch ass, I need more staples!" Steve yells, and Eddie grumbles, but passes him up another box from the step. Steve puts them in the front pocket of his gray hooded sweatshirt after he's reloaded the staple gun.

"Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. LOATHE ENTIRELY!" Eddie shouts, quoting The Grinch back at him. If Steve wants to call him The Grinch, Eddie'll be the fucking Grinch. 

Steve's almost forty, and he's on a ladder like he's twenty. It's stupid. He's going to get hurt. 

And, do you know how much a trip to the ER costs? Eddie's pretty certain Steve doesn't.

"You're too old to be up on that ladder!" Eddie yells up at him, and Steve laughs. He laughs so hard he has to hold onto the ladder so he doesn't actually fall off of it.

"How old do you think I am, dickhead?" Steve finally asks, "I'm thirty-nine. Not ninety-three, last I checked. I can still climb a ladder."

And he can. Eddie knows that. Steve's still in shape. Still active. Steve goes to the high school gym here in town almost every weekend and plays in the old timers basketball league with other men his age, or even older. Some of them are much, much older and still running up and down the court. So, Eddie knows forty isn't old. Eddie's forty, and he can still climb a ladder. Well, he could if wanted to. He definitely doesn't want to. 

"You're in the senior basketball league!" Eddie yells back, just poking at him a little bit more, just because he can.

"You got me there," Steve just says, smiling. "Give me another string of lights. If you're not too old to bend over. You're older than me, in case you've forgotten."

Eddie grumbles, he hasn't forgotten, and hands Steve another strand of lights.

So, the lights go up, one strand at a time. With Steve getting down and moving the ladder as he needs to, and then all the other decorations go out with them. It's a nightmare. He had to watch Steve and Robin make decorations for weeks. Carrying in sack after sack from the craft store. 

They made giant lollipops to line the sidewalk out of foam discs that they covered in colorful cellophane. They look good, even Eddie can see that, but they were a waste of time and money, he's pretty certain.

And they're putting holes in the lawn.

Eddie tried to put his foot down when they came rolling old, used tires up towards the garage. They didn't listen to him, they never do, and he had to watch as they spray painted them green, and stacked them up in tiers until they had fake Christmas trees. 

What sucks, is Eddie just knows he's going to be the one trying to dispose of the tires after Christmas is over. 

It's overkill, all of it.

And now, with the lights, Eddie just has to act complacent as he's basically hearing the electric meter whirring 'round and 'round, spinning like a faulty compass, all month long. 

It's torture. Pure torture.

Christmas morning is the usual tug-of-war. Steve wants to get up at six, and Eddie wants to sleep in. They don't have kids. There's no godforsaken reason for them to get up before dawn. They don't even exchange gifts. That stopped long ago, after Steve slowly realized Eddie is bad at receiving gifts, and even worse at giving them. 

So, they've opted out. 

Robin always brings Steve something perfect that Eddie could never compete with, anyway. 

But Steve likes a big breakfast on Christmas morning, always has. It's too much food. He always tries to get Steve to cut back, but Steve doesn't listen. Steve always makes the full spread, and eventually Eddie will roll out of bed, getting a cup of coffee and eating a huge plate of food that Steve's made. Pancakes, eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, ham steak, biscuits and gravy, hash browns, all of it. It's good. It's always good.

Just too much food, more than they can eat.

Eddie's still shoveling it into his mouth when Steve pushes a box towards him.

"What's this? We don't do gifts," Eddie says around a mouthful of hashbrowns, slathered in ketchup.

"You don't do gifts," Steve corrects with a smile. "I do gifts just fine."

Steve's teasing, and Eddie softens, just a little. He's been a dickhead, all month. He's not sure why Steve puts up with him at all. They are polar opposites, sometimes. Eddie, still loud and brash, and a little rude, and those are all things Steve Harrington outgrew as a teenager.  

He's kind, and thoughtful. And yes, he's fucking merry.

"I don't have anything for you," Eddie says, and he's embarrassed for the first time in a long time. Ashamed.

"I know you don't," Steve says. "I want you to have this anyway."

Eddie nods as he pulls the corner of the tape loose, and slides his thumb under it. It's a small kraft paper box, and Eddie pops off the lid, not sure what to expect. 

A thick, silver band wasn't something that had crossed his mind.

He looks up, finding Steve's eyes, a question on the tip of his tongue.

And Steve grins, but he looks a little uneasy, finally saying, "If you wanna marry me, we could do that, now."

Wayne was right. Eddie's been a Scrooge. A dickhead, a fucking Grinch, all month, no, for years, and for some reason Steve still wants to marry him. He will never understand why, but you can't explain love, he supposes. 

He just looks at the ring, a little stunned.

"I know you've always said," Steve continues quietly, looking down at the table, just for a second, before he looks back at Eddie, "that it didn't matter. So, I know none of this matters to you. Christmas. Marriage. All the unnecessary stuff. The things that cost good money for no good reason. I know that. But if you want to, I want to."

And Steve's chin quivers, just a little, the only thing giving him away before the first tears fill his eyes, and then fall. It's comical, that first tear. It's big, and is immediately chased by a few others. Hitting Steve's chin, and then his shirt. If it wasn't so fucking sad, it'd be funny.

"Steve, Jesus H. Christ," Eddie says, "of course I want to marry you. Yes," he says, picking the ring up out of the box and sliding it on his finger. It fits, but he knew it would. Because Steve doesn't get these things wrong. Not ever. 

They've been together for years, nearly twenty of them, and somehow Steve is still unsure that Eddie's all in? That he might not want to marry him? That can't be possible. No, way. Eddie doesn't need to get married. Just like he doesn't need a whole month of Christmas, or to go to Pride, or celebrate Valentine's Day. He isn't built that way. As Wayne would say, it isn't in his nature.

But somehow, somewhere along the way, he decided that what he thought was more important than the fact that all those things are important to Steve. 

It stuns him, suddenly. That this is still the case. He thought he'd grown up into a responsible adult. But, in some ways, he must still be that high school kid that was too good to go watch his friend play basketball. The one that'd rather Lucas just miss out on the end of the Hellfire campaign, than move it back a day or two.

Eddie scrubs his hand over his face.

He's really fucked this up, he realizes. For a long, long time. He'll do better, he will. 

Eddie gets out of his chair, squatting next to Steve's chair and both of his knees pop and crack. It's funny, Steve laughs, and Eddie does, too. 

"Don't say a word," Eddie warns, teasing him. It's clearly his karma for saying Steve was old when they were hanging lights. Now, his goddamn body has betrayed him. He had it coming, he's pretty sure.

He puts his hands on Steve's thighs, squeezing.

"I want to marry you. Of course, I do. I'm sorry if you thought that maybe I didn't," Eddie says, and he is sorry. So sorry. "I love you. So much. More than anything."

Steve smiles, gripping both his shoulders, "I wasn't questioning if you love me, Eddie. I know you love me. I was just unsure about the marriage part. I promise."

"I definitely want to marry you," Eddie says, and he means that. No, he wouldn't have thought about it on his own, probably, because he already feels married to Steve. He didn't need the damn government to finally catch up to make that true. But, yes, of course he wants to marry Steve, legally. He wants to be with him for twenty more years, and after that, forever.

As long as they've got.

"We can do something small. At the courthouse. In and out. Twenty minutes and twenty dollars," Steve promises.

Eddie shakes his head, he's not going to micromanage the cost of this thing Steve wants to do. Not this time, "We'll have the wedding you want, sweetheart. Even if it costs fifty dollars."

He's teasing, and Steve knows that, and Steve laughs as he's leaning down to kiss him. Eddie leans up to meet him, halfway this time. He's going to do that more often, try to meet him in the middle.

Later in the day, Steve is standing by the coat rack, and he says, "I'm gonna take the lights down, before it gets dark."

It's not an unusual statement. It's the compromise they've made over the years. The lights can go up, but as soon as Christmas morning is over, they gotta come down. It's ridiculous, and Eddie feels ashamed. What's a few more days? Honestly.

Eddie shakes his head, "No. Let's leave them up until after the new year."

And Steve smiles, big and bright.

That night, they stand on the curb, bundled up, watching the lights twinkle. Eddie can see the tree in the front window, and it's beautiful, too. Full, and decorated. Not like the sad, little tree he grew up with. It was probably worth the money Steve spent on it, he realizes. It looks real, especially from here.

And he's walked past it a thousand times in the house, never even really looking at it. Not seeing it. Not experiencing this beautiful thing Steve put in their house.

Steve has put a lot of beauty in Eddie's world, and Eddie regrets that he didn't take the time to notice it.

Back inside, Steve brings him a mug of hot chocolate, and it's in the silly Christmas Vacation moose mugs Steve bought a couple years ago, the ones that Eddie didn't think they needed. They have plenty of mugs, but these made Steve smile, so they bought them even after Eddie's protests. Tonight, he takes a hold of the antlers, with thanks.

They make him smile now, too. Because Steve is smiling.

That night, Eddie lays in bed, taking inventory of all the things he's given Steve grief about over the last twenty years. It's a long list, he realizes. Sure, Steve holds his own. Doesn't let Eddie steamroll him, not easily, not at all. Steve hasn't been cowed, Eddie is sure of that. Steve just decided to pick his battles, and has let the rest just roll off his back. 

No Christmas presents? Sure, that's fine. No birthday cake unless he buys his own? That's fine, too. Steve always says he'll know best what kind of cake he's hungry for this year, anyway.

When Steve wanted another BMW, and Eddie said they couldn't afford one, Steve picked something else. Something cheaper. When the oven broke, Steve said he wanted double ovens, wanted the extra space, for when they had friends over. 

Eddie was on board until he saw the price of them, and then he balked. Not to mention the cost of having them installed, and Steve didn't press the issue. He just picked a new middle of the road, single oven, and went on with life. 

They could, though. They could have afforded it. The ovens, for sure. And probably even the BMW with a little creativity. Eddie's made sure they have money squirreled away. It's a response to his childhood, and he knows that. Steve never wanted for anything, and there were times, before Wayne, that Eddie wanted for everything.

Steve never seems to get his feathers ruffled by any of these slights, so Eddie has just kept running their finances exactly how he prefers. 

But they can't take it with them, and they don't have kids. 

And that suddenly knocks the wind out of Eddie.

Years ago, Steve floated the idea of a kid, of adopting, and Eddie hadn't entertained it as a real suggestion. They didn't need a kid. Couldn't afford one, anyway, and they were good, just the two of them.

He reaches over and shakes Steve awake.

Steve looks at him, half-asleep, "What? What's wrong?"

"Do you want to have a baby?" Eddie asks, slightly unhinged.

"No," Steve says, like Eddie's an idiot, "but we could practice trying to make one, if you want," Steve adds, reaching out, and patting Eddie on the thigh. 

It makes Eddie laugh. 

"Yeah, some practice sounds good," Eddie says.

And Steve rolls over on top of him, and Eddie forgets, just for a second, why he was worried in the first place. They're happy. He knows that, believes it. Even if they aren't always on exactly the same page.

Eddie will try to be on the same page more often. Even if it's in a book that he's unfamiliar with.

He's pretty sure Steve's too sleepy to follow through, but it's nice to feel the familiar weight of him covering his body, and Eddie just rubs Steve's bare back in soft, delicate strokes until Steve has fallen back asleep.

And Eddie is a man of his word, even if the only person he promised change to was himself. So, he does try. When Valentine's Day rolls around, Eddie brings home roses. And chocolates. And a teddy bear. It's a little bit much, but Steve laughs, and accepts it all. Giving Eddie a kiss, and nothing else, and that's more than fine with Eddie.

He's the one in the hole, here. The ledger is majorly off-balance, and that just won't do. He needs to settle up his debts.

For Pride, Eddie puts on rainbow-colored clothing of Robin's choosing, and follows Steve and Robin to the parade. He walks right beside them, his head held high. Happy, because they're happy.

When Steve comes home on his birthday, the living room is filled with black helium balloons, because while Eddie might be getting on board, it's still Steve's fortieth, and he's not about to miss this opportunity. No way in hell. There's a cake on the counter, shaped like a headstone. Eddie ordered it weeks ago. From an actual bakery, and paid for it, without complaining about the cost. Well, at least not out loud. He's complained in his head aplenty.

Steve has a grocery store cake in his hands. He hasn't realized yet that that's not gonna be necessary anymore. That's okay, Eddie will keep this up until Steve forgets there was ever a time he was responsible for buying his own birthday cake.

And when Christmas rolls around again, Eddie is up on a second ladder, hanging lights next to his husband. He's pretty sure they'll put up more than last year. He helped draft the design, drawing it on a piece of printer paper, in full color.

Steve framed it. Like it was art. Like it was important.

Maybe it is. 

Eddie's done trying to tell Steve what's important. He's going to let Steve tell him for a while.

Eddie gets down to get another string of lights, and he did replace the old incandescent C9's with LED Christmas lights, in the same style. Because they use eighty percent less electricity, which is exactly what Eddie, the old Grinch that he is, likes to hear.

Just because his heart grew three sizes that day, doesn't mean he's stopped looking at the electricity bill. He's not crazy.

Sure, the new lights cost more up front, but he's learned his lesson, and just opened his wallet and pulled out his credit card, keeping his mouth shut. They'll save money in the long run, and they'll make Steve happy. That's a win-win.

And really, that's all Eddie's ever wanted. To make Steve happy. He just got a little lost along the way.

Money is important, sure.

But Steve, definitely, means a little bit more.

Notes: I cried while writing this. I cried a little more while editing this. I don't know. Don't look at me like that. It is what it is, and sometimes life pairs you up with someone that doesn't exactly speak your love language. And you still love them anyway.

Several people have done the math on Clark Griswold's lights, and while none of them have the same end figure, it seems, at a minimum, he spent about $3700 to run his lights during the month of December.

And does that header image not look like it could actually be an older Steve Harrington, or what? I don't know if it's the jeans, or the watch, but as soon as I saw it, I was like, yep, that's the one for this day. (Credit: It's an Adobe stock image.)

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[asvterias]

𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝖥𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 ~ 𝖯𝗈𝗅𝗒!𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗋𝗂

𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝗑 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄!𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

zithandwa zam = my loves

umfazi wam endimthandayo = my darling wife

spending christmas in new york was a new experience that shuri never knew she would enjoy. the beautiful decorations, activities, and carolers were a joyous sight to witness during this cozy winter season.

originally, shuri had planned to stay in again this year, but you refused to spend another christmas of being stuck in the palace. so you online ordered three plane tickets to midtown manhattan, new york, and giddily packed your bags for your mini vacation.

after all, it was your idea to visit the states for christmas, just for shuri to unwind from her royal duties and riri to take a break from her ironheart suit as well.

with the major help of your other wife, riri, persuading shuri multiple times to explore the world outside of wakanda. reluctantly, she agreed and traveled alongside her family, although not fathoming why her two wives were so eager to insist on a visit to the americas.

so once your wives settled yourselves in the hotel, you all headed out to rockefeller center. it was the world’s most famous ice-skating rink, and you definitely couldn’t ought to miss out on the memorable experience.

“where are we?” shuri was quick with the question, her eyes surveying the cheerful crowd of people skating across the ice.

riri answered the question. “only at the most famous ice skating rink in the world.”

shuri observed the people who were making overlapping noise chatter while skating across the rink, buying edibles and hot chocolate at food stands.

tugging her hand while riri tugged onto shuri’s other hand as you dragged them both to the booth, cubbyholes filled with ice skates.

the worker greeted the trio with a small smile as you handed him the money in return for three pairs of ice skates.

“i don’t think that this is safe.” she finally noticed the thin blade at the bottom of the skates after putting them on her feet.

“relax, i know what i’m doing, sweetie, my mom taught me.”

by the time you finished talking, you were at the opening, mere feet away from the actual ice ground.

“eh, zithandwa zam. do you have on your kimoyo beads? just in case either of you happens to slip and get a pretty bad concussion.” you were the first to enter on the ice and riri joined you.

“when do you ever allow us to take it off?” riri playfully rolls her eyes at her wife and held out a hand in reassurance. “come on, baby, stop being so damn cautious and join your loving wives on the skating rink.”

a hesitant sigh blew past shuri’s lips as she stretches her hands out, feeling slightly at ease when her wives interlocked her hands with theirs.

“ready whenever you are.” you lightly soothed your queen with a warm smile.

she can do this.

besides, it was just ice.

just ice that can give you a horrible concussion and crucial bruises…but she mustn’t dwell on the negative outcomes and instead let loose with her two favorite girls.

her grip tightened on both of you, “just promise to not let me go.”

“we promise, baby.” riri agrees with a firm head nod.

with a shaky exhale, she pushed herself onto the icy ground and immediately lost balance but riri’s reflexes were quick, catching her by her lower back. “see we got you, sweetie.”

after a few minutes of recollecting herself, she regained her balance, which was still shaky, but eventually, she managed her balance being steady as a rock.

“there you go, baby!” you cheered at shuri who became flustered at the appreciation, “we knew you could do it.”

balancing on the ice was out of the way. now it was the moving around part, that certainly bothered her to an extent. you and riri noticed her worried glance at the ice, clearly looking skeptical as if it would harm her, which it could, but not on riri’s watch.

“baby steps…” riri cooed, caressing shuri’s clothed left arm in comfort, “baby steps is how we’re gonna get through this.”

“we’re not gonna let you fall, darling.”

instantly her glazed eyes meet yours, “promise.”

instead of safely reassuring her, panic took over your features, in realization that tears were leaking out of her eyes. “oh baby, what’s wrong?”

“it’s just that….everything that happened to wakanda and my mama’s death and stress overloading upon my arrival as queen…” she stutters, her bottom lip quivering in sadness as she opted to continue, “it’s just been too much…and i can’t handle all of it,” she cried.

ever since she was announced queen, her duties weren’t always easy and often gave her no time to relax. mainly, she had to postpone many dates and pulled many all-nighters, there were even times when she would miss out on dinner.

sharing a glance with the williams girl, you both decided to remove her from the ice and rest your feet. slowly but surely, you manage to get the hysterical queen away from the ice and seated on the nearby bleachers.

“oh shuri, we had no idea that you were under all that stress.” you gently wiped her tears away, making her heart flutter at your tenderness, which was one of the many reasons why she fell in love with you.

she hiccuped, “i don’t know how my mother and brother accomplished it all…it’s just maybe i’m not fit to be queen.”

“that’s not true.” your tone was sincere and riri ran her fingers through shuri’s curly mohawk, more of her style of comfort. you hated when your girls second-guess themselves daily and you were always there to uplift their spirits. “you are fit to be queen, no matter what you say, your mother and brother are happy and by your side, in every decision, you make for your country.”

shuri grunted, ultimately disagreeing with your statement. “if that was true, then how come i feel like i’m doing everything wrong? not being a good enough queen for my people, overworking my scientists nor being a good wife and how am i going be a good mother to our upcoming child?”

although she was the head royal, she still was a part-time scientist and had to update and create new technologies. so with the help of riri, she managed to get things done faster in the lab and hit the hay more frequently.

even though you weren’t that academically smart in science, you still thrived in being helpful to your two hardworking wives by bringing them food and sometimes accommodating them in your area of knowledge.

“…how?” your voice breaks out in a tiny octave. “how…did you find out?”

you were positive that you hid that secret away from them.

before shuri could respond, riri’s brazen tone interrupted her, “wait, so it’s true?” her face was appalled, to say the least, “this better be a joke ‘cause we ain’t ready for no goddamn baby, we haven’t each reached that stage of life yet.”

you reminded her. “riri, we’ve been married for 5 years.”

“i found the pregnancy test in the garbage.” shuri hoarsely replied. “right before we left for the plane.”

“well, when the baby arrives, you’re going to be a good mother.” your gaze averts to riri’s speechless face, “both of you are going to be good parents.”

neither of your wives replied, still contemplating on what to say. what could they even say? with shuri ruling the kingdom and riri working on her ironheart suit, it was already stressful enough, so adding a baby to the mix was going to be a total disaster.

if it wasn’t for their limited free time, it would have been their double life, referring to the black panther and ironheart.

after calming themselves down from this newfound revelation, you bought three hot chocolates with their favorite toppings.

“merry christmas.” you grinned.

they beamed right back at you. “merry christmas.”

after you downed your hot drinks, you discarded them in the nearby bin. suddenly a loud voice echoed across the entire rink. “good night, ladies and gentlemen, please be attentive as we do our annual fireworks.”

automatically your heads avert to the gloomy night sky which glimmered in tiny dozen stars, anxiously awaiting for the fireworks to display.

the crowd was eerily quiet before the fireworks lit up the night sky, tiny colorful explosions dispersing into sparks as they fade away. there were too many to count, but all of them went off simultaneously so it truly was a magical sight and people clamored in astonishment.

just then, you felt something wet touch your nose before another and another until many falling down.

“look, mommy, it’s snowing.” a young girl beside you shouted, trying to catch a pile of snow in her hands.

“i love you girls so much so thank you, really.” she clarified with a vibrant smile, “this is the best christmas that i could have asked for.”

“aww…no problem…” riri feigned, “now don’t get all sappy and shit on us, leave that for [name] for when she’s actually showing, we don’t need two crybabies in the palace.”

“hey!” you defended your unborn child, subconsciously rubbing your belly.

“i’m kidding! kidding, of course.” riri held up her hands in surrender, “i’ll be there when needed, crybaby or not.”

squinting her eyes mildly at riri at the false accusation. “don’t pretend that you don’t love it, umfazi wam endimthandayo.” she gives riri a quick kiss, who whines in frustration for receiving such a short peck.

shuri’s cocky smirk came into play. “maybe that’ll teach you a lesson.”

to add more fire to the flame, shuri resolved it by kissing you longer and making it very demonstrative. riri was the most dramatic woman in the relationship, stating that a cute pout rested upon her lips while her arms are safely tucked together.

shuri stretches her arm over your shoulder while riri was a mere foot away, slightly annoyed at her wife’s antics. eventually, shuri couldn’t contain a smile as she looked down at you, giving her a knowing look. bumping her side with riri, who moves slightly and smiles almost instantly as she snuggled closer into shuri’s side, engulfed by her warm embrace.

shuri was right. this was the best christmas ever and by next year christmas, you’ll be celebrating it with a new addition to your loving family. christmas miracles really do come true, don’t they?

Author’s Note; Happy holidays and Happy New Years to those who celebrate it.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

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[merylstreepsworld]

Gliding Through Love

Pairing: Loretta Durkin x Fem!reader

Word count: 1,283

Summary: Eager to embrace the Christmas magic, you and Loretta embark on an enchanting adventure.

During the festive season in New York City, the streets transform into a dazzling spectacle. Vibrant lights dance in intricate patterns, adorning the bustling streets and storefronts adorned with enchanting Christmas decorations. As you eagerly traverse the lively sidewalks, you clutch Loretta's hand, the excitement palpable in your hurried pace. With flushed cheeks against the brisk city air, you urge her forward, captivated by the radiant displays enveloping you.

Under the radiant, twinkling city lights of New York City at night, Loretta stands, a vision of wonder and affection. Her eyes, alight with a blend of amazement and love, reflect the luminous atmosphere surrounding you both. The soft glow highlights the interwoven strands of her silver and light brown hair, styled into two charming braids cascading over her shoulders, framing her face like ethereal adornments.

Wrapped snugly in a puffy, insulated coat, she exudes warmth against the frigid cold, the garment a shield against the winter's bite. A funky hat, its neutral tones harmonizing with the jacket, crowns her head, adding a touch of whimsy to her ensemble while keeping her head cozy.

Her hands, clad in gloves, perfectly fit within your own, forming a seamless connection even amidst the layers of warmth. As her gaze meets yours, the city's glittering backdrop seems to pale in comparison to the radiance emanating from her eyes, suffused with a mix of fascination for the surroundings and an unmistakable affection directed towards you. In this enchanting moment, the night's luminosity only serves to accentuate the captivating sight of Loretta, a portrait of beauty and love under the shimmering cityscape.

"Come on! Come on!" Your voice exudes enthusiasm as you guide her through the illuminated thoroughfares. Loretta, trailing behind, hastens to keep up, her soft laughter echoing in the wintry atmosphere.

Amidst this spectacle, your ultimate destination emerges – Rockefeller Center. Before you stands the colossal Christmas tree, towering majestically above, eliciting a sense of wonder. Your gaze ascends, mouth agape, as you share the moment with the older woman by your side, both bundled up against the cold in woolen coats and hats. "It's amazing," you breathe in a hushed tone, awestruck by the grandeur.

Loretta's giggles intermingle with your marvel, her affectionate gesture nudging your shoulder as she leans closer, arm intertwining with yours. "It is pretty amazing," she whispers, drawing nearer to you.

As your attention briefly shifts from the magnificent tree to Loretta, the gleam of the twinkling lights reflects in her eyes, rendering her absolutely resplendent. "Come on! Let's go ice skating!" With renewed excitement, you tug at her arm, her laughter trailing behind as she follows, reveling in your eagerness.

With skates secured and excitement brimming, you both make your way onto the glistening ice after securing and lacing up your skates, each lending a hand to the other. As you tentatively tread onto the rink, Loretta grasps your hand for support. Gripping the railing tightly, you're resolute, determined to maintain your balance.

Amidst the initial wobbles, Loretta extends her other hand for stability. "We got this," you assert optimistically, attempting to infuse encouragement into the skating venture. Tentatively, your legs set into motion – right, left, a cautious glide. Meanwhile, Loretta relies on your guidance, holding onto you as you navigate the ice together.

Playfully teasing, you quip to Loretta about her apparent lack of skating and your carrying the load. "Looks like someone's enjoying a free ride while I do all the skating," you jest, nudging her playfully

Loretta chuckles, her laughter ringing in the crisp air. her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well, I've got the best view from here, don't I?" Her playful banter matches your own, her fingers tightening around yours for reassurance.

As the ice beneath your skates glimmers with reflected light, you take on the role of Loretta's impromptu skating instructor. With patience and care, you offer guidance, gently encouraging her to find her balance and rhythm on the ice.

Positioning yourself beside her, your arm becomes a steady support as you guide her through the initial strides. "Relax your stance, darling," you suggest, your voice calm and reassuring. "Feel the ice beneath your blades. You've got this."

With deliberate movements, you demonstrate the basic techniques, demonstrating how to shift weight from one foot to the other, gliding with controlled motions. As Loretta tentatively follows suit, you offer words of encouragement, adjusting your pace to match hers.

"Lean slightly forward, that's it," you advise, your hand lightly resting on her back for added stability. "Now, push off gently and let the ice carry you."

With each instruction, Loretta gains more confidence, her movements gradually becoming smoother. You stay close, offering continuous support and guidance, celebrating every small triumph together. Through your patience and encouragement, she begins to find her own rhythm, slowly but surely gaining the confidence to skate more independently.

In a seamless transition, both of you glide across the ice, hand in hand, effortlessly navigating the rink. Amidst the graceful movements, conversation flows freely between you, voices mingling with the soft sounds of skates gliding against the icy surface. Your gloved fingers intertwine, forming a warm and intimate connection despite the wintry surroundings.

After reveling in the joy of skating, the suggestion of indulging in some comforting hot cocoa meets swift agreement from Loretta. "Oh, some hot cocoa sounds amazing right now!" she exclaims, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue from both the exhilaration of skating and the frosty air. A gentle, chilled kiss lands on her equally cold cheek, eliciting a deeper blush in response.

Guided by Loretta, you both find yourselves at a beloved café. Nestled in its cozy ambiance, you eagerly order steaming mugs of hot cocoa to chase away the lingering chill from the skating excursion.

Seated together at a secluded corner table, you relish the warmth that seeps through the ceramic cups cradled between your palms. Gloves removed, you embrace the heat, savoring the comforting sensation as it gradually soothes your cold fingers. As the hot cocoa reaches the perfect sipping temperature, you close your eyes momentarily, a contented smile gracing your lips. "Mmm, perfect," you murmur, the warmth spreading through you with each delightful sip.

Following suit, Loretta takes a sip, mirroring your posture, her expression mirroring your satisfaction as the comforting heat spreads within her. Both of you share a moment of quiet contentment, wrapped in the comforting embrace of the hot cocoa and each other's company.

As the night deepens, enveloping the city in its serene embrace, you and Loretta draw closer, seeking warmth not just from the surroundings but from each other's presence. Snuggled closer, you find comfort in the simple pleasure of being together, the shared silence speaking volumes about the depth of your connection.

Wrapped in the quietude of the café, the ambiance around you fades into the background, leaving only the gentle hum of conversations and the occasional clink of cups. In these moments, words become secondary; the shared glance, the subtle touch, and the warmth radiating between you convey everything that needs to be said.

In this tranquil atmosphere, contentment thrives, not reliant on words but on the sheer delight of sharing this serene interlude with someone special. Each passing minute strengthens the bond between you, the unspoken understanding deepening with every shared moment.

Finally, as the night matures, the time comes to bid adieu to the enchanting Christmas wonderland of New York City. With a lingering hug and a promise of more adventures, you and Loretta venture back into the crisp night air, hearts warmed not just by the hot cocoa but by the enduring warmth of a cherished connection, illuminated by the magical glow of Christmas in the city.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Winter

Wanda Maximoff X Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Summary - Christmas Fluff... Reader and Wanda.

Y/n is sleeping in bed and Wanda is looking out the window. She starts to smile because it snowed last night, and she goes back to the bedroom. She starts to shake Y/n’s arm.

“What?” Y/n mumbled.

“Y/n, it snowed. Let's go play in the snow” Wanda smiled.

“I’m still sleepy” Y/n mumbled.

Wanda kept shaking Y/n’s arm.

“Wake up now or I'm taking the blankets away from you,” Wanda said.

“You are so mean right now,” Y/n said.

Wanda smiled and kissed Y/n’s forehead.

“I will make pancakes for you,” Wanda said.

“Okay, fine. Make me pancakes and I will play with you in the snow” Y/n smiled.

“Deal” Wanda smiled.

Wanda went to the kitchen and Y/n sat up and then started to stretch. Wanda did keep her promise, she starts to make pancakes. Half an hour later, Y/n goes to the kitchen and wrapped their arms around Wanda.

“It's ready,” Wanda said.

She turned around and gave Y/n a peck on the lips. They sit down together and they start to eat.

“We have to buy the tree,” Wanda said.

“Today?” Y/n asked.

“Of course, Y/n,” Wanda said.

“You seem very happy about it,” Y/n said.

“Well, around this time is always rough for me. Until we started dating, well I want things to be different...” Wanda said.

“Oh okay. As you said, things would be different. Whatever you want to do, we can do it together” Y/n said.

Wanda smiled at Y/n and she is happy about it.

They put on their jackets and gloves and then go outside. Now, Y/n and Wanda are trying to build a snowman and they keep messing up. But they don't want to give up, they try again. They did build a snowman then it fell apart, and they start to laugh about it.

“Let's get something hot to drink,” Wanda said.

“Yeah, I agree. I need something to make my body warm” Y/n said.

They hold hands and walk to a cafe shop. Wanda smiled big because she saw a drink named after her and Pietro. They did order the drinks to try them out and they like the flavors.

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Wanda and Y/n are decorating the tree, by putting ornaments on it. Now, Y/n is struggling to untangle the lights which would go on the tree.

“Instead of laughing, you should help me,” Y/n said.

Wands giggled and she used her magic to solve the problem. Wanda winked at Y/n and they smile at each other.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Wanda is baking Christmas cookies with Y/n. And they talk about what is the best Christmas movie. The neighbor from upstairs started to play loud Christmas music.

“They definitely have the spirit of Christmas” Y/n smiled.

“To be honest, I hate that Christmas song,” Wanda said.

“But they won't change the song,” Y/n said.

“Oh, the song will change,” Wanda said.

She used her magic to change the song and Y/n is surprised by what Wanda did.

“Wow,” Y/n said.

Later, they start to eat cookies while watching elf the movie. A bit later, Wanda cuddles with R on the couch with a blanket. Then Wanda used her magic to turn off the neighbor’s music.

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Wanda convinced Y/n to take a picture with Santa Claus at the mall. Wanda is loving the picture so much and Y/n did it to make Wanda happy.

Now, Y/n and Wanda are at The Rockefeller Center, to see the Christmas tree. Wanda asked a stranger to take their picture with the tree behind them.

“I don't know how to ice skate. I always saw it in the movies but never tried it” Wanda said.

“Let's go skating right now,” Y/n said.

“Really?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah, let's do it right now” Y/n smiled.

“Okay, let's do it” Wanda smiled.

Y/n helped Wanda put on the skates and they go to the ice rink. Wanda is holding on to Y/n’s arm for dear life.

“You don't have to be scared, Wanda,” Y/n said.

“Have you done this before, Y/n?” Wanda asked.

“A few times. Just relax and have fun” Y/n said.

“I will try,” Wanda said.

Wanda tries to have fun but she won't let go of Y/n. They still start to skate around the rink, well they are going slow around the rink.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Wanda and Y/n are doing Christmas shopping. A few weeks ago, the team agrees to do secret Santa. Now, they are trying to buy gifts for the people they got. While window shopping, they are holding hands.

“I don't want to get for Tony. He is rich and he has everything, so the only thing I can think of is a gift card” Wanda said.

“I have to buy a gift for Natasha and she is hard to shop for” Y/n sighed.

“Buy a leather jacket. I took her jacket and never gave it back” Wanda said.

“Why did you take it?” Y/n asked.

“It's a long story and it went with my outfit. Plus we had to fight at the airport” Wanda said.

“Wait, what?” Y/n said in confusion.

Wanda starts to explain and Y/n is in shock.

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Wanda and Y/n are at The Stark Tower, for a Christmas party. But Y/n and Wanda are making out in the corner and Clint sprays them with a water bottle.

“That's enough kissing,” Clint said.

“Did you really had to get us wet?” Wanda asked.

“Yes. Go eat something or do karaoke” Clint said.

“So rude” Y/n said.

Clint just laughed and everyone on the team is having fun. Y/n watched Wanda do karaoke with Thor, everyone did cheer for them.

“Having fun?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah. I had fun but Thor is not a good singer” Wanda said.

“He was bad” Y/n giggled.

Later, everyone started to trade gifts. Natasha did love the leather jacket and Wanda bought Tony a burger fryer. He did like it because Wanda got it engraved. Later, Y/n gave Wanda’s gift and it's a necklace and she loves it. Y/n puts the necklace on Wanda, and she kissed Y/n on the lips.