#A face on a lover with a fire in his heart a man undercover but you told me apart! Like hello?!?!

[iero]

“My God, I thought you were someone to rely on. Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on.” is such a wild line to put in a Christmas song to be honest!

[foggysirens]

is this the year i lose my fucking mind and finally write a dinluke Christmas fic?

[tklpilled]

tis the season (to cry about beefleaf)

[kow]

me??? i guess i was a shoulder to cry on …

[januscorner]

Okay random post but I’m caroling with my school and I paid attention to some lyrics and ahhhh

Now I know what a fool I've been But if you kissed me now, I know you'd fool me again

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME WHY WOULD YOU WRITE THIS JUST TO REFLECT MY FUCKING SOUL

it wasn’t romantic but God do I want them back sometimes, I hate them but they were like this swirling vortex they’d draw you in make themselves the center of your world and then toss you aside like it was nothing, they were like a cult of personality. When they were gone I didn’t know what to do with my life

My God, I thought you were someone to rely on Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on

[carlos-tk]

crazy that one of the greatest songs ever is a christmas song

[encyclopediamorbidica]

like are you even once bitten and twice shy? have you ever kept your distance and still they caught your eye? tell me baby, do you recognize me? well, it's been a year, that doesn't surprise me

if you don't like last christmas by wham! i hope you know you are lesser than the dirt beneath my feet fuck you

[khagihan2000]

The new ep just... feel shocked...

A crowded room, friends with tired eyes I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice My God, I thought you were someone to rely on Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on A face-on lover with a fire in his heart A man undercover, but you tore me apart

Based on this

[satureja13]

The Boys returned from Batuu just in time for Winterfest and started decorating right away. They'd found quite some winterfest stuff in Great A'Tuin's storage from when B.D, his kids, Lenny and Albaleyh had celebrated here. And Vlad and Kiyoshi decided to play along this year and wear some ugly sweaters too!

The others surprised Jack and Vlad with Batuu's special dishes they'd learned to cook and so they have an assortment of dishes none of them had tried before. (Did you know that every time you eat a dish you've never tried before, you're going to live 70 days longer? Such a sweet saying <3)

The Boys grabbed their plates and chatted excitedly about their adventures at Batuu. And how awsome it was B.D could return to his kids and celebrate with them (depending on how fast of a ship he found that brings him back (and where 'back' even was ö.ö)) And how weird it was that Val, Jino and their friends resembled them so much. How was it even possible that the happenings of the story 'Escape from Batuu' hadn't happened aeons ago but apparently only a few months/years? Had only the last part about Val and Jino's long life and their urns turning into meteorites been made up then? But the meteorites had to be Val and Jino's remnants, right? Did they fall into a timeslip when they followed the meteorites' route backwards to Batuu? What this the reason the meteorites had left Great A'Tuin when they changed the route to reach the outpost to repair the ship? Ouf, that's a lot to digest and to ponder about and they decided to let the future Boys deal with that ^^'

Time to consume and digest their Winterfest Meal instead!

And then the Winterfest Miracle happened! They all stayed sit and ate! At the table, all at the same time! None of them picked their plate and ran somewhere else! That has never happened in all those years, oh my!

Until: Saiwa: "Dammit Vlad!"

Vlad: "What?" (Their faces! hahaha)

But - and that was the second miracle, they still stayed sit! And only got up when they stared to clean up. Wow. Usually, when Sai or Vlad hiss, the others stop whatever they do and their position and complain.

After dinner, they moved the table aside and some sofas around the fireplace. Sai and Jeb started kissing right away and Kiyoshi needed his mate close too.

And Ji Ho was disappointed Vlad didn't make a move on him! Tch.

The Little Ones were already sleeping but Skully was still awake and thought it's the perfect moment to play 'Last Christmas' once again:

'A crowded room, friends with tired eyes I'm hiding from you and your soul of ice My God, I thought you were someone to rely on Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on A face-on lover with a fire in his heart A man undercover, but you tore me apart Ooh-ooh Now I've found a real love, you'll never fool me again Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day, you gave it away (You gave it away) This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special (Special) Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day, you gave it away (You gave me away) This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special (Special)'

Outtakes

When I logged in and we started decorating, Lenny came running down the stairs and clawed on Vlad! They did this autonomously 💞

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[geordi-dacted]

I like Wham! though. And that song

“What are your holiday plans” I’m gonna listen to the last minute of Wham! ‘s cover of Last Christmas over and over while lying facedown on the carpet, thanks for asking

[gender-luster]

🕺🎶a face-on lover with a fire in his heart🕺🎶

🕺🎶a man undercover but you tore him apaaaarrrrrrrttt🎶🕺

[fizziedoodle]

Last Christmas gave you my heart but the very next day, you gave it away

this year, to save me from tears, ill give it to someone special

a face on a lover with fire in his heart, a man undercover. but you tore him apart. Maybe next year ill give it to someone special

- Wham! ; Last Christmas

[tklpilled]

(looks at a song) how do i make this about beefleaf

[dykelectric]

fuck it. listening to christmas music in october. a face on a lover with a fire in his heart a man undercover but you tore me apart.

[ao3feed-twiyor]

a face-on lover with a fire in his heart (a man undercover but you tore me apart)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/p2jMqyR by aepreal He wonders if there is some truth to what Anya had said about Christmas magic—if perhaps it really did exist, weaving its invisible threads around him, rendering him devoid of intelligence or logic. He can’t explain it otherwise—whatever it is that makes his heart beat just a little faster as he speaks, whatever it is that compels him to put words to feelings that have been buried too long. or, Loid arrives home late on Christmas Eve to a sleepy (fake) wife, and he confronts feelings that won't remain buried. Words: 6712, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger, Bond (SPY x FAMILY) Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Mutual Pining, Domestic Bliss, Idiots in Love, Accidental Cuddling, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Family Feels, Awkward Romance, Canon Compliant read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/p2jMqyR

[ohwhataniight]

I'm stuck on your heart - Chapter 6 - Part 1

Chapter 1 Chapter 5

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Only fools rush in

When Rosie is finally sleeping soundly in her bed, John makes his way downstairs. Sherlock is waiting for him, sitting down in his festive dressing robe, arms spread out over the back of the couch and long legs crossed. “Mycroft needs to stop doing that,” he states, matter-of-factly.

“That... you mean abducting me when I have a toddler with me? I agree with you on that front.”

“He told you about Victor.” It’s not a question.

John blinks slowly, taking in the image of the man who loves to frustrate him, the man who makes his heart protest. Part of him has been hoping that Sherlock would disprove Mycroft’s assertion, tell him that he was undercover, flirting with a handsome man for a case. Then John would apologize for behaving like a complete fool and they wouldn’t address his little jealous fit ever again. Everything would go back to normal. Well, at least their normal.

John highly doubts that’s possible now.

“Come on, I need to show you something.” Sherlock stands up, uncrossing his legs swiftly. John gulps, then sighs. It always has to be dramatic with Sherlock, isn’t it? All those years, the silence and the secrecy. Is Sherlock about to spill the tea about his hidden life? He’s going to show John... what? A dead body? Hardly imaginative, in their case. A hidden tattoo with the initials of a long lost lover?

Instead, Sherlock walks to the door, opens it, and starts heading downstairs. John follows him, quikly realizing where they’re going: Mrs. Hudson’s basement.

He expects to see photographs and documents smuggled from the Yard covering the walls, connected with threads of different colours. He half-expects to see a dissecting table, a sex dungeon, even. What he eventually sees when Sherlock turns the key in the lock is not what he’s been expecting. It’s not something he understands, either.

A fridge, a table, and bottles. Dozens of small bottles, containing what seems like clear liquids, some purple, some yellow, some colourless. A blue lava lamp making the dim room hazy. Next to the table, a chair.

“Sit down,” Sherlock instructs him, and hands him a bottle. John studies his long fingers, the pads at the tips turning white where there is pressure with the glass. He opens the bottle with a flicker of his thumb. “Smell.”

John takes the bottle from his hand, brings it to his nose, and inhales deeply. His breath hitches on his throat as he smells the powder, the sweetness, the hint of iris. “Rosie...” he mutters.

“Correct. On her first day.”

That is indeed how Rosie smelled when she was brought into this world, when John first held her, cleaned up and wrapped in a soft pink blanket, when he buried his face in the fuzz on her head, when he leaned down to kiss Mary.

“I don’t understand...” he begins, but Sherlock provides him with a bowl of coffee beans. “To reset to ol-factory settings,” he says, and John half-chuckles hoarsely and smells the coffee before he’s presented with another bottle. He inhales deeply, the almond, the cinnamon, the rich vanilla.

“Mrs. Hudson’s cookies.”

“You’re on fire, John,” Sherlock’s lips curve slightly. “Beans.”

John obeys, feeling as if he’s being hypnotized. He smells the coffee beans and takes the third bottle into his hand. He breathes in a whiff of black tea, wood, leather, old books. “Baker Street,” he says in a choked voice, raising his head to meet the other man’s piercing gaze. “Sherlock... I don’t understand...”

“Of course she’s too young, I bought her a View Master for this year, but one day, one day she’ll have all this, it will be preserved for her, she will get to keep it, forever,” Sherlock is rambling now, almost to himself.

“Are these for Rosie?” John presses. “Is that what you’ve been making? Perfumes for future Rosie?”

“It does sound more foolish when you say it,” Sherlock begins to say, but John holds up a hand.

“Sherlock, please shut up”.

“I got it all wrong, didn’t I?”

“No, you fool,” John finally exhales. “No, you didn’t get anything wrong. I... I don’t believe this.” Tears are prickling in the corners of his eyes, and he swallows hard, again and again, trying to drown the butterflies.

“It is shamelessly Proustean,” Sherlock starts speaking again, carefully. “I want her to remember everything. To be able to hold it in her pocket, dab it on her wrist and bring it back. But you’re crying. Why are you crying, John?”  

“How,” John shakes his head, trying to get his thoughts back in order. “How did you come up with this brilliant idea? How, Sherlock?”

“Olfactory reenactment is a powerful resource of memories that have been stored away,” Sherlock answers, his fingers fidgeting nervously with the belt from his robe. “These beans would be useful in my mind palace, sometimes”.

John presses the heels of his hands against his eyes, gulps, tries to compose himself. There are kaleidoscopic shapes in electric blue, swirling away behind his eyelids. “Tell me about Victor”, he finally manages to utter.

To be continued...