#ficmas masterlist

12/1 - Pretty Little Collar - Bob's a bit confused when you don't give him his present in front of the team. He's even more confused when you said it's a surprise for later, completely missing Johns grimace and Yelena's muttering about how gross you were. It isn't until you bring him back to the room does he realize what his special gift is.

A leash and a collar.

12/2 - Mistletoe - Bob Floyd has been trying his darndest to kiss you, waiting and planning for the perfect moment. Turns out all he needed to do was to get punched in the face at the Hard Deck to make that happen. Funny how fate works, huh?

12/3 - Grief - The last thing you expected to happen that day was for your husband to end up hit by a bus. What you expected even less, was for you to be sitting at the foot of his bed, staring at him as you rest your hands on your swollen belly, begging him to wake up from the coma he was in.

12/4 - Ice Skating - You and Rhett go Ice Skating at the new rink that opened up right on the outskirts of town! You are having the time of your life; you were born to skate. Rhett on the other, should stick to bull riding.

12/5 - Library Shenanigans - You and Ben have been in Salem's Lot for weeks now to do research for his next novel. But you've just been so pent up and neglected not able to be taken cared of by your husbands dick as frequently as you'd like, you decided to take matters into your hands in the back of the local library.

12/8 - Words Shoot to Kill When I'm Mad - Today was probably one of the worst days you've had in a long time. Every thing that could go wrong, went wrong. And when your emotions are heightened like this, your powers can be unstable, reacting without you even noticing. And today, what you feared the most came true: in your frustration, you use your powers against the ones you love.

12/9 - Uncharted Territory - This Christmas is a very special one indeed. Why, you ask? Because this Christmas, you get to explore some... uncharted territory with your big ol' cowboy.

12/10 - Never Be Her - You saw Clark Kent. You watched as he stumbled in late, yet with a smile and a coffee for everyone, even you, the lowly intern. You watched him in meetings as he advocated for the new and upcoming journalist to get their fair shot. You watched and watched, hoping to finally be seen. Clark Kent, on the other hand, only ever saw Lois Lane.

12/11 - First Fall of Snow - You wake up to find New York covered in snow, and you're so excited! It's your first time ever experiencing it and you drag your unwilling boyfriend to enjoy the beautiful icy snow with you. You seem to underestimate just how cold snow actually is.

12/12 - First Dates and First Times - Bob finally takes you out on that date and it's better than ever. filled with dirty jokes and shy glances, Bob wants to end the date being the perfect gentlemen and departing from you with a peck on the lips. You, on the other hand, want to jump his bones because you've been waiting years for this to happen between you and the furiously blushing WSO.

12/15 - Holiday Blues and Family Woes - Ever since you and Bob got together, the holidays have been your favorite part of the year. You spend them with the Floyds ever year, experiencing an unconditional love and relaxation you've never felt with your own family. You plan to spend this year with them again, but an early morning phone call with your mother makes you feel like you need to change those plans. Thankfully, Bob's there to be strong when you can't.

12/16 - Drunken Confessions - You and Todd have been classmates for years. You found him to be completely infuriating and cocky, despite the fact he made you seemingly forget every part of your public policy class with that stupid smirk of his. You'd roll your eyes and do everything you can to ignore the flutter in your chest only he seemed to make you feel. He's Todd Stevens. He probably does this to all the girls on campus anyway. It isn't until one too many drinks at the Kappa Nu Alpha annual Christmas party, that you realize he's way more than just some stupid frat guy with a cocky smile

12/17 - Sacrificial Son - When Wabangs sheriffs department comes knocking on your door with a search warrant due to the disappearance of Trevor Tillerson. A confrontation at the Abbott Farm brings you and Rhett to an understanding that you're not letting your husband go down for his brothers fuck up.

12/18 - Lights Out - When a storm comes through the El Royale, knocking out the power and all the heating. You and Miles build a fort of sorts in the lobby, trying to stay warm in this blistering storm.

12/19 - Disrupted Cycle - You wake up feeling... off. You think you must be coming down with a bug, it makes sense with the colder days and longer nights Wabangs had since the snow came in. You and your mates think nothing of it, but when you wake up again, covered in sweat and a deep, intense need to bounce on your mates dick, it finally clicks. Oh, it's your heat.

12/22 - Bruised Lips and Broken Ribs - You're not too concerned when Rocco doesn't show up at your apartment when he says he would. You figured he just got caught with friends or something. But when he shows up at your house with a bruised face, wincing every time he takes a breath, and blood covered knuckles, that sends you into a furry of worry.

12/23 - Change - Miles was lonely working at the El Royale. His days were routine, keep the premises clean, inform management about any special guests, and just try and get through life without without wallowing in his guilt. It isn't until you three come along, that his routine changes.

12/24 - Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call - Bob knew he fucked up your relationship big time all those years ago when he was high. He was ashamed of who he turned into when he was on drugs, hiding away who you were from the team, until one day he opened up to Yelena about who the 'pretty, sad girl' in his shame room was. At her encouragement, Bob decides to find you, and try to make amends. It doesn't exactly go as planned.

12/25 - Best Gift This Year - This is yours and Bobs first Christmas together despite being in a relationship for years. He had either been deployed or on assignment for the last couple of Christmas's. Now that he was you all to himself for the holidays, he decides it's the perfect time to gift you that rings he's had in his pocket since you first said 'I love you' to each other.

12/26 - tis' the damn season - This happens every time he comes home. You and Clark, following the same cycle of shy smiles and knowing glances that end with you whimpering his name as he slides his cock into you. Both of you finally feeling at home when you're together. But every time he leaves, it feels like a part of your soul is being ripped in two, and you don't know if you can take another blow.

12/29 - Ours - Sequel to Words Shoot to Kill When I'm Mad. You three finally have that talk and the conversation takes a turn so fast it makes your head spin.

12/30 - Unexpected - The El Royale is in it's prime! Guests of all sorts make their way down to experience all the frills and fun that the hotel has to offer. And for the first time ever this New Years Eve, they are doing fireworks! You're so excited, it'd been so long since you got to see some fireworks since you came here with Miles. Neither of you were prepared when the first explosion happened.

12/31 - New Years Day - Valentina throws the biggest New Years party money can buy, and you and the rest of the 'New Avengers' are forced to attend because of good PR or something. After all the fun and carrying your wasted teammates back up to their rooms, you and Bob spend the rest of the night sweeping up broken beer bottles and confetti that only seems to multiply every time you try and clean it up. And Bob comes to realization that there's no other place he'd rather be.

Growing up, Jax never really decorated his house for the holidays, personally. Gemma was the kind of person who had a ridiculous amount of Christmas decorations stuffed into storage that was all brought out as soon as the month of December began.

She went crazy every year with all the decorations, making sure each and every room had at least five pieces of decor, even the spare rooms no one really went into unless they had a guest. 

Jax couldn’t remember how many fragile pieces he accidentally knocked over and broke over the years, but he knew it was a high number. Whether it was a porcelain Santa, a light up snowman, or a ceramic tree, Jax had probably run into it and shattered it on the floor. Each and every time he’d receive an earful from his mom, even the times when it wasn’t even him that broke it, but Opie when they were running around the house together. 

And that’s without mentioning all the times he accidentally broke something when he became a teen. 

When he moved out and got his own house, it was the polar opposite to his mother’s whenever December rolled around. The only thing he’d put up is a tree that he wouldn’t even decorate, he’d just turn on the lights that came with it so it could light up the living room, and the small, glass tree that his mom had given him as a house warming gift. 

She thought it was funny and fitting, and Jax thought it was too, just not as hilarious as she thought it was. With that being said, it had a permanent place in his kitchen cupboard for eleven out of twelve months of the year, then it would live on the mantelpiece of the fireplace in his living room for thirty one days before it was shunned back into the cupboard. 

That was all the decorating he’d done for most of his twenties, never putting much effort into the holidays since they honestly didn’t mean that much to him. 

But that all changed when he met you, and even more so when you and he moved in together and started growing your family. 

You were similar to his mother in terms of having more than one Christmas decoration, but not nearly as much as her. You had a couple boxes, which seemed like a lot to Jax as well, but when you moved in with him and found them all their own spot in the house, he realized that it wasn’t actually that much.

They didn’t make his house feel cluttered or messy or cramped. They actually looked like they belonged there. A wooden ‘welcome’ sign propped up by the door, completed with a snowman painted on it, a handful of red and green gnomes that were scattered around the living room and kitchen, a couple Christmas-themed pillows that looked at home on the couch, and various other things that really made the place look like a home, rather than the Grinch’s house. 

You had a whole box of red, gold and silver ornaments that you and he put on the tree together every year, and he had to admit that it looked a lot better when it wasn’t bare and dropping plastic pine needles on his floor in the corner. You and he even fell into the cheesy tradition of him lifting you up to put the star on top of the tree, which is something he remembered his dad doing with him when he was younger, a tradition that was quickly ignored and forgotten about by Clay after his dad’s death. 

The more times he did it with you, the more Jax could picture himself doing it with a mini version of you and him. He could picture himself lifting his son or daughter up to the tree, their tiny hands crookedly placing the star on the very top, something you and Jax wouldn’t fix or make straight, instead letting it sit unevenly for the remainder of the tree being up.

Little did he know, that picture wasn’t very far from becoming a reality. 

After three and a half years together, you became pregnant, and were due in the summer. That meant the baby would be nearly six months by the time Christmas came around.

The year Thomas was born was one of the best of Jax’s life. He didn’t think he’d ever become a dad, but now that he was, he knew he was meant to be one. He loved his son more than anything, and watching you carry him for nine months, then bring him into this world only had Jax falling deeper in love with you. You are so strong, and that made you undeniably sexy in his eyes, so a few months after you had Thomas, Jax gave you a ring, and you gave him everything he could ever want. 

That first year, when Jax lifted six and a half month old Thomas up to the tree, his tiny little hands weren’t strong enough to hold the star, let alone place it on top of the tree. So Jax had to do it for him, but it was still a memorable moment. 

The next year, he was one and a half, and was able to put the star on top by himself, with Jax still lifting his small body up as far as he could go. Like he expected, the star was crooked and slanted slightly to the left, but you both thought it was perfect, and neither of you adjusted it and let it stay like that until it was packed away in its box to be taken back out again next year. 

This is the third Christmas with Thomas, and he’d been put in daycare for most of this year since you’d gone back to work after taking a year off, and Jax was always busy. 

It was the weekend, and Jax had set aside some time for just him and his family, which meant anything that had to do with the club could wait. He hauled the Christmas boxes out of storage and put up the tree, fixing the lights and adjusting branches while you set up various decorations around the house. 

Your Christmas pillows had been placed on the couch, the gnomes had been put in their respective places, the glass tree from his mother was on the fireplace mantel, stockings hanging just under it, and a couple of other things you’d added to the collection over the years had been set up around the house, which just left the tree. 

Thomas was propped on your hip, his fingers twisting the fabric of your sweater as you rummaged through the ornament bin that was on the couch. Jax had just finished connecting all the lights when he turned to face you, and a relaxed grin settled on his lips. “Alright,” he said, placing his hands on his hips as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of his son’s head. “What’s first?”

“This,” you held up a string that had popcorn, candy, cereal, beads and cinnamon sticks strung on it out to him with your free hand. When he didn’t immediately take it, you lifted your head and looked over at him, your brows furrowing. “What?”

Jax’s eyes were fixated on the string of food and plastic in your hand, his own brows furrowed as his hands stayed planted on his hips. “This,” he echoed, hesitantly taking it from you and inspecting it for a few seconds. “What the fuck even is this?”

You let out a laugh and reached up to smooth down Thomas’ soft hair. “It’s garland,” you said, giving him a dirty look for swearing in front of Thomas. “The girls at Thomas’ daycare made it with him. He picked out everything on it.”

Jax let out a light scoff as he turned back to the tree. “Right,” he muttered, stringing the garland around the branches. “I think it’s safe to say you didn’t inherit your grandma’s or your mom’s knack for decoratin’, little man.”

You let out an offended gasp, your hand coming up to cradle the back of Thomas’ little head. “Well, at least he’s already more festive than you are, and he’s only two and a half,” you pointed out, “Think it’s safe to say he didn’t inherit his dad’s tendency to be a scrooge.”

Jax laughed and rolled his eyes as he finished placing the ‘garland’ around the tree, then he was turning back to you. “A’ight. Next?” 

You nodded towards the clear bin that was full of blue and silver ornaments, your choice of color changing since having Thomas. Blue and silver went perfectly together, and you liked the way they looked on the tree. 

Jax, of course, couldn’t care less, but he still reached for the bin, popping open the lid and planting himself on the couch. He opened the new pack of hooks since the ones from last year had vanished into thin air after the tree had been taken down, just like the ones from the year before that, and the year before that. 

He hooked them onto the ornaments, then held them out to you so you could place them on the tree. This has become your normal routine every Christmas. When it was just you and him, Jax had come to the realization that he fucking sucked at decorating a tree, or so you told him. 

Who cares if he places a red ornament next to another red one? You did, apparently, which is why when Thomas was born, Jax became the guy who just hooked the ornaments while you took it upon yourself to place them on the tree, with little Thomas helping out, because even he has a better eye for decorating than Jax does. 

Once the tree was decorated, Jax rummaged around in one of the other bins until he found the star, then he stood up from the couch and took Thomas from you, a genuine smile forming on his lips when his son let out a happy sound at being held by his father. 

You stood back, grabbing the polaroid camera from off the coffee table to continue the other part of the tradition. The last two times Jax had lifted Thomas to put the star on the tree, you’d taken a photo of it on your polaroid camera, so of course you were going to do the same this year. 

When Jax gave the star to Thomas and started lifting him up towards the top of the tree, you lifted the camera, making sure that everything you wanted was in the frame, then your eyes drifted from the lens to the real life version, wanting to capture the moment, but also be present in the moment. 

“Alright, ready, little man?” Jax asked, and Thomas nodded quickly. Then Jax moved him upwards towards the top of the tree, and Thomas placed it on. You snapped the photo, a happy cheer leaving your mouth as you set the camera aside after waiting for the picture to come out, then moved towards the boys. 

“Good job, baby,” you cooed, taking Thomas from Jax as he bent down to plug in the lights. You pressed a few kisses to his chubby cheek, then stood back and watched as the tree lit up. It looked perfect to you, and as Jax stepped back and looked at it from afar as well, he thought it looked pretty damn perfect too. 

His arm slid around your waist and he pulled you into his side, his head dipping down to press a kiss to your own cheek. “I thought you called me baby,” he teased against your skin before pressing another kiss to it. 

You laughed and rolled your eyes, holding Thomas securely in one arm while the other wrapped around Jax’s middle. “I do, but you gave me an actual baby,” you pointed out as Thomas looked at the twinkly lights with an innocence only a kid could have. “You can’t be jealous of the child, Jax. It’s just simply not right.” 

As soon as you said that, Thomas turned his head and looked up at Jax with an expression that almost looked like he was agreeing with you, and he let out a laugh of disbelief. Like mother, like son.

“Yeah, alright,” he muttered, giving your hip a firm squeeze. “You happy with your tree this year, babe?”

You nodded with a satisfied grin on your face, “Oh yes, I’m very happy with my tree this year, baby,” you answered, your smile only growing when he shook his head at the pet name. “Ever since you decided to stop decorating it with me, it just looks so much better.”

Jax scoffed, moving away from you and towards the couch. “You’re so rude to me. I’m so nice to you. I gave you a baby,” he repeated your words as he sat down and looked up at you. “You’d think that means you’re obligated to be nice to me for the rest of our lives.”

You lifted a brow, bouncing Thomas in your arms. “Yeah, good luck with that, daddy,” you said, lifting Thomas’ hand in a wave as you passed by the couch and headed towards the kitchen, no doubt planning on feeding him even more sugar than he’s already had. As soon as you passed under the archway, you pressed a series of fast kisses to his cheek, something you’ve been doing to both him and Jax every time you go into the kitchen since you placed a mistletoe above the doorway. 

It was a great place for it since you and Jax are in and out of that kitchen every day, and going all the way around to avoid it was just dumb, because who in their right mind would reject your kisses?

Jax shook his head, but there was no denying the content feeling that filled him as he propped one foot up on the coffee table, right next to the fully developed photo. He reached forward and picked it up, then leaned back as he looked at it. There was a smile on his face, and a damn near identical one on his son’s face, and that content feeling only grew.