#But he is actually a pretty good Grinch.

[lazycats-stuff]

Since Christmas is coming up, I wanted to request that Aussie reader that gets rly annoyed because he has to celebrate Christmas in the winter and not the summer with prawns and pavlova.

Just batbro getting so pouty because it’s cold and snowy (idk I haven’t rly been in snow) and hates it.

Also wanted to ask you, what season are you celebrating in? Summer or Winter? You don’t have to answer but I’m just curious.

Well my anon... Christmas is long gone, but that doesn't mean we can't have Christmas! Although I am the Grinch, but hey. Also, I celebrate Christmas during the winter, but it's been years since it snowed on Christmas... Also, this gif is adorable. And cool. And thank you all for 1.7k followers... The fact you like my writing is still a mind blowing thing to me.

Summary: (Y/N) is Australian who celebrates Christmas during the winter. He hates it.

Warnings: minor swearing, (Y/N) is grumpy, the fam is amused.

Being from Australia made someone a bit more tougher when it came to certain things. Such as snakes and spiders. (Y/N) was used to them and considered them roommates sometimes. Of course, moving from Australia to the good ol' US of A, wasn't an easy change. First one being the ruckus and sensitivity about alcohol.

While being 18, you can enlist in the army and die for your country, but can't drink? (Y/N) thought it was ridiculous. Despite still being underage, but legally an adult, he loved to sip some wine and beer... But Alfred and Bruce always made a ruckus about it. (Y/N) thought that Alfred would be on his side since Alfred is from the UK and they also drink underage...

(Y/N) has never felt so betrayed before.

Secondly, the summers were bad in Australia, especially on the coastal areas of Australia. (Y/N) grew up in Sydney and summers were pretty hellish back there. Here? For Australian standards, these Gotham summers are bearable. Sure, the summers may be from December to February. Yes, Australia has it all flipped around.

(Y/N)'s brothers thought that he was insane with how well he was handling the heat well. (Y/N) never told them that the heat in Sydney was that bad, but the outback and the central parts of Australia are hell on Earth. As if (Y/N) would reveal his secret. The temperatures were perfect...

But there was only slight issue with living in the USA as an Australian. Only one. It's a pretty big one as well.

Everyone knows that Australians celebrate their Christmas during their summer. A summer that begins in the month of December and where people are actually on the beach, enjoying the warm weather with their favorite classic desserts, one of the best examples being a cake called Pavlova.

That is also (Y/N)'s favorite dessert and often makes it when he wants to feel like Christmas is coming. Especially during the summer when he knew that he couldn't celebrate Christmas during the warm weather. That was his substitute Christmas. Winters in Gotham... Well...

He didn't like it. At all. He absolutely hated it. December should be warm, sunny, warm enough so you can go out and enjoy the warmth, maybe even swim! Make snowmen out of sand... Well, then they would be called sandmen. (Y/N) was depressed and sad, to say the least. You know the term seasonal depression?

(Y/N) felt it every single time when December rolled around. Instead of a beautiful sunny day, day filled with warmth, spent on a beach, not bundled in milion layers of clothes...

Not this Gotham winter... Not this snow either. (Y/N) absolutely hated it. Absolutely. While the entire America was looking forward to Christmas, (Y/N) was grumbling in his room, looking out the window, the way that the snow fell. (Y/N) frowned.

At this time, in Australia, he would be eating his Pavlova and his beloved prawns. That's what he would be doing... Just sunbathing. Making sandmen. Eating his beloved Pavlova... And his prawns...

He prefers warmth over this stupid snow. He would give anything to go back to Australia, to Sydney and enjoy Christmas on a sunny beach... Maybe he can take one of Bruce's private jets... Pull something off as well... But only Bruce is allowed to even use them and has numbers of the pilots...

And where is (Y/N) going to find a pilot? Craigslist?

Hell no.

So he quietly puts up with it. December, with January and February, are the hottest months in Australia... And here, on the other side of the world, they are the coldest.

And that's why (Y/N) was moping the kitchen while the rest of the family decorated the tree. He hated this festive feeling in this cold weather.

His Australian mind couldn't comprehend this. Just... Happy in the cold? What is that type of bullshit?

" (Y/N)? Why are you moping? And why do you look so sad, as if someone killed something you enjoy? " Bruce asked as he came into the kitchen, getting a cup of coffee.

" Someone did kill something I enjoy. " (Y/N) muttered.

" Oh? " Bruce asked, smile appearing behind his mug, knowing exactly what (Y/N) was talking about, but choose to stay quiet about it. " And what that might be? " Bruce asked, making (Y/N) scoff.

" You know exactly what I mean B and what makes me so pissed during this winter. " (Y/N) grumbled, crossing his arms.

" Well, it's not my problem that Australia is so messed up. " Bruce said and (Y/N) raised his eyebrows.

" The hell is that supposed to mean? " (Y/N) asked, not sure to be offended or amused, since Australia is pretty weird, that much was true.

" The seasons are all twisted. Australian summer is in the winter months, the winter is in summer months... You get my gist. " Bruce said and (Y/N) scoffed. " And besides, what is so bad about snow? " Bruce added, making (Y/N) scoff even louder.

" What is so bad about snow? It's cold, it melts, it's not fun, it's gross... Do you want me to keep going? It's better when I was back in Australia, celebrating it on the beach, in the sand... " (Y/N) stated and Bruce laughed, ruffling (Y/N)'s hair.

" I know, I know. But it's not that bad here. Snow is not that bad. Sure it is the pure opposite of sand and it's warmth during the summer. You can make snow angels, snowmen, throw snowballs at your brothers... " Bruce said, trying to appease to (Y/N).

" Well, I can't go swim can I? Everything is cold and frozen. I can't do anything in the snow. I can only freeze to death and stay inside. " (Y/N) grumbled, still not happy with this type of Christmas. " It's bullshit. That's what it is. "

" You are lucky that Alfred isn't here, otherwise you would have gotten an Alfred glare for that swearing. " Bruce said, sipping more of his coffee. " Also, is some sort of coldness really that bad? Is snow that bad? " Bruce asked, making (Y/N) laugh.

" For an Australian, snow on Christmas is sacrilegious. Like, a cardinal sin. We celebrate the Christmas on our beaches, during hot weather. Not during this snow and winter... Complete and utter bullshit this is."

" You just need to adjust. " Bruce said and (Y/N) rolled his eyes, just as everyone else walked in.

" Oh (Y/N), snow is not that bad on Christmas. " Jason stated.

" It is! " (Y/N) retorted.

Tim and Dick chuckled and Damian shook his head in amusement.

" I can't believe that you can't understand me! " (Y/N) whined and Damian chuckled quietly.

And that's how the evening was spent, teasing (Y/N) about his hatred for snow. And they even let (Y/N) put the star on the top of the tree.

" Come on, lets watch Home alone. " Bruce said, patting a spot on the couch next to him. (Y/N) laughed sarcastically, but he complied, making sure to wrap himself in a warm blanket, making sure to have his beloved Pavlova nearby. "

" I want my prawns tomorrow. " (Y/N) stated out of nowhere, making everyone laugh.

" Of course, I'll get some for you. " Bruce said, putting his arm over (Y/N)'s shoulders, making sure to bring him closer, to try and give him some comfort.

" Wait, where is Alfred? " (Y/N) asked, confused.

" Went home to see his family. " Bruce explained briefly.

" Ah. "

[marlenesluv]

hii! could you do a max smau where his gf takes him to nyc for christmas, but he doesht usually like christmas, but this time he loves it

Christmas Is Better With You. (MV)

hi!! aww, bye, this is so cute🥹 i can 110% do this! i’m a sucker for a cute max smau. he gets way too much hate, he’s just a sweetheart, ugh.

pairing: max verstappen x fem!nyc born!reader

fc: ruby lyn (one of my fav instagramers who actually lives in ny!)

warnings: none!

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y/n.user: first day of turning max from the grinch, to buddy the elf 🎄❤️

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maxverstappen1: i am not the grinch

↳ y/n.user: babe….

↳ maxverstappen1: just bc i don’t like christmas, doesn’t mean i’m the grinch

↳ y/n.user: that’s exactly what the grinch would say

supermaxfan1: max cooks??

↳ y/nfp: y/n has said his cooking has gotten better with her help LMAOO

user6: girlie, i don’t think you will be successful..

↳ user1: y/n is very determined. she’ll crack him

alex_albon: good luck!! you’ll need it

↳ y/n.user: thanks, alex!

↳ maxverstappen1: wowowow. thanks alex🙄

f1wags: our wag takes on a challenge this christmas

yourbsf: have fun babes!!

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maxverstappen1: i guess nyc has good food and pretty decorations (and i’m with the best tour guide, my gf, if you can’t figure it out)

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y/n.user: aww, i really am the best tour guide, arent i?

↳ maxverstappen1: of course

user5: y/n is looking absolutely stunningggg

↳ user2: nyc makes her glow bc it’s her home fr

user0: she’s wearing ferrari colors?

↳ ferrarifans: oh pls. christmas is red and green. plus, there’s red in REDbull😭 ffs💀

y/nseditpage: she’s looking sooo beautiful

maxandy/nfp: need me a max fr🙄

user7: my fav couple, deadass

ferrarifriends: okay. we get it. you guys are in love. gag me (i’m so lonely pls)

francisca.cgomes: she’s a stunnnnaaaaaa

↳ y/n.user: kikaaaa🥹🫶

↳ francisca.cgomes: 🫶🫶

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maxverstappen1: christmas is, in fact, better in nyc with your girlfriend

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y/n.user: yayaya my personal buddy the elf!

↳ maxverstappen1: only for you, though

user5: SOBBING THEY ARE SO CUTE

danielricciardo: hes so whipped

↳ y/n.user: as he should be. i’m whipped for him

↳ danielricciardo: so true

maxiel4life: i may be a maxiel fan, but i’m a y/niel lover

user9: the market in nyc on christmas day is soo real

changeyourcar: mmk best couple, slayyy

paddockgirlie: the home alone movie on the projector?? this is so cute

landonorris: i want a nyc christmas, wth??

↳ y/n.user: next year, max wants the whole grid to come over🤞 soooo hehe

↳ oscarpiastri: omg i’m coming

papayafp: a nyc grid christmas next year??? sign me tf upppp

lewishamilton: y/n’s apartment looks so nice!

↳ y/n.user: thank you, lew!!

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reply from @danielricciardo :

↳ he could never love my gifts too much, i’m an amazing gift giver ☺️

replying to @danielricciardo from @y/n.user :

↳ whatever 🥲🙄

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[libraryofloveletters]

Christmas With The Robertsons 

Trent Alexander Arnold x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of sickness, built in babysitters, kids are so much work, you're chilling and trent isn't, you have baby fever, their kids are soooo cute.

Word Count: 704

Author's Note: now I don't know the names of andy's kids so I just called the two older ones the toddlers and then thy have a baby that I believe they had recently ? or are soon to have (I sweat I saw that rachel was pregnant at family day lol) but if I'm wrong, do forgive me lol

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Andy and Rachel have a holiday date night and call their two favourite people in the world to come babysit for them; auntie y/n and uncle Trenty.

Their usual babysitter is sick, Rachel suggests that they should just cancel their date night but Andy is determined, he's going to find someone to watch the kids.

"Trent should be free," he says, grabbing his phone. "Don't bother him," Rachel tells her husband, the man had already dialled his friend and was awaiting an answer.

You hear Trent's phone ring, the man had left it on the couch while he was in the shower. Andy's name on the screen so you pick up.

"Hi Andy!" You smiled, the man seemed surprised to hear your voice. "Trent's in the shower, what's up?"

"Oh uh, see our usual babysitter is out with the flu and Rachel and I have a date night planned. We-" there's a smacking noise from his end, "ow! I," he corrects himself. "was wondering if you and Trent would be able to watch the kids for the evening."

"Of course!" You tell him, "we'll be over as soon as Trent's done in the shower. you know how long he takes."

Andy laughs, "yeah, sounds good. Thanks!"

Just as you hang up, the bathroom door opens. "Did my phone ring?" Trent shouts from upstairs.

"Yeah! It was Andy! We have to babysit!" You shout back, "so hurry up!"

Trent grumbles something and goes off to get ready before meeting you downstairs. It was a short drive over to the Robertsons'. Rachel opens the door, you and her chatting about the kids; their bedtimes, what they like to eat and do, normal things to go over.

Andy and Trent were in the living room with the kids, Andy was rocking the baby who was about to hang over to Trent. The vice captain looked scared; you weren't sure if it was because he was scared he'd drop the baby or if he was actually scared of the baby.

"I'll take my little munchkin," you tell him, Andy gently hands you the baby and you settle on the couch with the baby all wrapped up in their blanket.

"If you need anything-" Rachel starts but Andy cuts her off. "They'll call babe, let's go before we miss our reservation."

The first 2 hours were pretty chill, you and Trent played with the kids and watched shows. The two older ones put on a show for you two, something about a fireman and a doctor, you and Trent watched intently.

You caved and ordered pizza for dinner even though Rachel had left food for them, you, more so Trent, couldn't say no when they said "please uncle Trenty!" And gave him puppy eyes.

The 5 of you ended up watching the grinch, the cartoon version which was superior, until the kids started to get sleepy. You had settled Trent with the baby, you figured he could handle the feeding as it was a bottle while you took the kids to bed.

You settled them in, reading them a quick story before tucking them in and making your way back down.

"You okay babe?" you asked him, seeing Trent's distressed face.

"Baby's making a weird face." He tells you, unsure what to do. You hum, "did you try burping?"

"What?" He asks, clearly confused.

You put the cloth over your shoulder, taking the baby from him before holding the baby upright and patting their back softly until you hear a burp.

"See," you turn to show him the baby already settling. "Just needed to burp."

Trent seemed confused still but you shook your head never mind, cradling the little one as you sat next to your boyfriend.

It wasn't half an hour later that Rachel and Andy came in, the two of them giggling as they walked in. "Oh hi," Andy says, almost forgetting you two were there.

"Did they give you any trouble?" Rachel asks, walking over to the couch. You give the baby to Rachel, "they were perfect."

"So when are you expecting a little one from you two?" Andy notices the way you looked at their little one, all the affection in your eyes.

"Not anytime soon," Trent answers, "one night was enough."

"Oh hush," you smacked your boyfriend's arm lightly, "they were perfect, let us know if you need a babysitter anytime."

[asshlyyyy]

Christmas

Fic Warnings: Mentions of possible miscarriage. Pregnancy, swearing I'm pretty sure...? If not, disregard this warning. Mentions of being sick, being sick, vomiting. There may be spelling and grammatical errors. Author's note at the end. Please let me know if I missed any warnings! Thank you!

Note: This could be read as a stand alone or as a part two to Thanksgiving!

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You walked up to the front door and turned the handle opening up the door. You two never really bothered to lock the door since you were behind the gates. You only really locked it at night. You placed your car keys off to the side, away from Elvis’ cause lord knows he doesn’t know which key belongs to which car. You closed the door behind you and started to take off your coat. 

“Mama!” Your son’s voice filled your ears.

“Hi my sweet son,” You smiled and hung the coat up. You walked over to him and picked him up from the floor, Elvis was just sitting a few feet away from you. 

You had just come back from your doctor’s appointment to check on the baby. Elvis wanted to come with, but someone had to watch Theodore. You also couldn’t bring him because he doesn’t do the best in new places.

“How’d it go?” Elvis asked as he got up and made his way over to you. 

“It went well, he just told me to be careful.” You responded with a smile as you looked up at him. 

“So nothing bad?” He questioned as he placed his arm around you. You let out a hum and shook your head. 

“No, he just thinks it might be stress because of the holidays.” You responded as you kissed your son's head, holding him close to your chest. 

“Okay,” Elvis nodded and kissed the side of your head, offering to take your purse. Which you happily gave him. You sat down on the couch and just held your son close. You looked down at your belly and frowned lightly. 

For how far along you were, you were growing big. With Theo, you carried him small, but it looks like this baby wants more room. You knew that with each pregnancy you were bound to grow weight, it’s natural. Not only because of the baby but also because of how our body works. You were good at keeping control of it. 

“What are we doing for Christmas?” You asked as you looked over towards Elvis who was picking up the toys off the ground. 

“I think we were going to host again?” Elvis looked at you with a questioning expression. 

“We can, we would just have to go to the store. We just don't have ham or anything.” You explained to him as you rubbed Theo’s back gently.

“I can send someone out. The stores are probably crazy right now.” You nodded lightly at his response. Your heart felt… sad. It felt empty almost.

“Can you put him down for his nap?” You asked as you looked at the sleepy boy on your chest. 

“Yeah of course,” Elvis said as he took Theodore out of your arms. You mumbled a thank you and watched as he walked away. Elvis knew something was wrong the moment you walked inside. He just didn’t know how much truth you told him. 

You lay down on the couch and pulled the blanket down onto your body. You cuddled into the blanket and reached for the book that was on the coffee table. It was one of your sons, but it was a story either way. It was the story of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Did it give your son a light scare at first? Yes, but once he learned that the Grinch doesn’t come unless you are extra bad, he was okay. 

You actually had a lot of Dr. Suess books. In fact, you got Theodore the two that came out this year for his present. How you opted to do Christmas was that Santa gave the essentials, the ‘boring’ stuff some may call. He may give a toy here and there, but the fun stuff comes from the parents. You didn’t want him to see you guys as boring. To some kids, books may be a boring gift, but he loves to look at the pictures. He was still too young to read, but he liked to point at everything and ask, wha?

You heard Elvis as he began to walk down the stairs. His shoes hit rough against the carpeted stairs. Which bothered you to no extent. You wanted to keep a clean house. He would then argue that it was the maid’s job to vacuum and clean the floors. Some nonsense really.

“He’s all put down and- you’re reading one of his books?” Elvis questioned as he placed the white baby monitor down on the coffee table.

“It was the only thing nearby,” you replied simply. However, just on the opposite end near the lamp sat a copy of the holy bible. Maybe you were just in your feels and didn’t want a hard book to read. Nonetheless, something was wrong.

“All right, tell me what happened,” Elvis spoke as he appeared back into the living room. You tore your eyes away from the book and looked over at him. 

“I told you what happened.” You said, returning your gaze back to the book. Not really wanting to have this conversation. 

“And I know that there is more than what you told me.” Elvis came to the couch. He moved your legs out of the way and quickly sat down, resting your legs on his lap. You let out a sigh and looked over at him. You closed the book and laid it down in your lap.

“He said if I’m not careful I can lose the baby,” you spoke softly. You didn’t even wanna say those words out loud. It would just make it feel more real, and you felt your eyes start to water up. 

“Hey hey,” Elvis’ tone softened. “What? Why would he say that?”

“You know how I went because of a pain? That I felt… really sick.” You brought up as you wiped away your slight tears before things got too crazy.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“He says it isn’t normal to be really sick during pregnancy. Sure morning sickness is normal but… with the sickness and overworking myself. He basically bedridden me.” You explained to him, humming to the feeling of Elvis rubbing his hand up and down your leg. 

“We’ll get through this together okay?” He tried to reassure you, but you both knew deep down the Colonel would pull him away to film some random movie. The two of you repositioned yourselves and your back laid against his chest. His hand rested on your small bump and rubbed slight circles against it.

You played the rest of the day safe. Once your son woke up from his nap you played some games with him before one of the maids started dinner. You felt bad keeping them from their family, but you sent most of them home already. Only two decided to stay and you were thankful. 

Everyone was tucked away in bed before you knew it. Of course not until after you left out milk and cookies for Santa, which Elvis was gonna have to eat and drink later. Along with putting the carrots back in the fridge. He also had you write Santa a little note. Asking for some last-minute items, even though you told him it was too late. Theo argued his case and won.

Christmas Day came sooner than you expected. Well, three in the morning kind of soon. You sat on the floor near the toilet. Everything you had eaten at dinner down the drain of the toilet. It wasn’t just morning sickness anymore. This baby was just… taking everything out of you. So, you sat there until you were able to push yourself up.

Elvis was still sound asleep. He had these moments where he would be either a heavy sleeper or a really light sleeper. Today was one of those heavy nights. You rinsed your mouth out with some water and popped a mint before heading back to bed. You didn’t expect him to wake up every single time. Someone needed rest to watch after Theodore, and Elvis was just more capable of that.

Despite not being able to do much, you knew damn well that you were going to dress up for the holidays. So, as you walked down the grand white staircase, you heard laughter and voices coming from the living room. You steadied yourself on the railing and put on your bravest smile. 

Truth be told, you woke up and just didn’t want to move. And this is after the hour you had awake between three and four. Maybe you shouldn’t have ever moved since your doctor bedridden you. To say the least, you were grateful for your maids was an understatement. They would be the ones cooking and cleaning until this baby comes. Without them, you didn’t know how your baby would survive, not off of Elvis’ cooking that’s for damn sure.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and heard your baby boy’s voice announcing your arrival. “Mama!” He squealed in happiness. He got up on his feet and made his way over to you.

“Hi my sweet boy,” you said and reached down picking him up. You pressed multiple kisses on his cheek and made your way into the living room. “Look how beautiful you look, Y/n,” your mother complimented you.

“Thank you, mama,” you said with a smile. Though, you doubted you even looked that beautiful. No amount of makeup or pretty dresses will hide the fact that you weren’t feeling well.

Elvis got up from his place on the couch and offered you his seat, which you gladly accepted. “So honey, is there a reason you’re not cooking today?” Your mother questioned.

“Oh, I’m just not feeling that well today, so Janice is holding down the kitchen,” you said with a small smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that dear,” your mother responded. You replied with a smile node and reached over for Elvis’s hand. 

“I believe we were gonna open up presents before dinner, right darlin’?” Elvis looked over at you, seeing if that was still the schedule.

“Yes,” you nodded. “With everything planned out after dinner, Theo should fall asleep at his normal time.” You further explained looking over at your family. 

“What about your father, Elvis? Isn’t he joining us?” Your mother asked with her sweet-toned southern accent. 

“Unfortunately not, that b-“ Elvis quickly coughed to cover up what he almost accidentally said. “That wife of his has him over at their place celebrating. I think she’s still mad about Thanksgiving.” 

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that son,” your father said. Elvis smiled softly at him as a way to express gratitude. 

“Shall we exchange gifts then? I know Theo must be dying to rip them open,” she let out a chuckle. Everyone joined in with her. You tickled Theo’s stomach and watched as he erupted in a fit of giggles. 

“Let’s have him pick?” Elvis suggested, though it sounded like he was asking for permission. He wanted to be careful with what he said, he didn’t want to cause you any stress. 

“Of course,” you responded and placed Theo down on the floor. At first, Theo just sat down, but with some encouragement from his family. He made his way over to the tree. 

You had to arrange some things around, but you placed the tree where the grand white piano is. You, more like you had Elvis, move the piano back so that you could fit the tree. You always thought it looked nicest there. 

Theo looked around trying to figure out what to grab first. Should he go for something big or something small? You just thought he was lost and confused about what to do. He was only two after all. Elvis kneeled down and placed his hand on your son’s back.

“How about we check the stockings? See if Santa filled them with some candy and toys,” your fiancé encouraged the young boy. Theo nodded excitedly at the sound of Santa, toys, and candy. 

You watched your boys make their way over to the fireplace and Elvis pulled down the stocking. He wanted it to Theo and you watched as he started to pull things out one by one. You hummed softly and leaned back, and nuzzled into the blanket that was thrown around you. 

Gifts took… an awfully long time. It was just, that every time Theo opened something he had to play with it right away. It would take anywhere from a minute, to five to get him to open up another present. Not to mention the tears he would shed because he couldn’t play with his toy. It was… a very emotional roller coaster.  

“I actually have one more gift to give,” your father spoke up as he stood up. “I think you’ll be very happy with it.” He looked at you as he said it. You looked at him confused and pulled yourself away from Elvis’ shoulder. 

“I found it the other day when I was cleaning out the attic,” your father explained as he pulled up a box that was hidden from your eyesight. 

“What is it?” You questioned as he placed the box in your hands. 

“Open it and you’ll see.” You rolled your eyes playfully at him and opened the box. You froze when you saw the old ragged, yet somehow in perfect condition, stuffed bunny staring up at you.

You lifted the bunny carefully and continued to stare at it. “Is this Miffy?” You asked as you looked over at your father. 

“It is, I thought… maybe you could pass her down to your baby once they are born.” You smiled softly at his answer and nodded. 

You got Miffy when you were a young girl. You would wear your pretty dresses and run around the yard. She slept by your side every night. Then she became a decoration on your dresser, and then soon she was placed in the attic. You never thought you would see her again, let alone in such great condition.

“I cleaned and fixed her up,” your mother spoke to you. 

“Thank you, this… this means a lot to me.” You started to tear up. You and your goddamn pregnancy emotions. You were quick to wipe your eyes and soon picked up your boy from the ground. 

The fear of losing your baby just kept coming back to you. You didn’t mean to think about it, but… seeing Miffy, and your dad suggesting giving her to your baby once they’re born. It brought that fear that if you are not careful enough, they’ll die. 

You held Theodore close and excused yourself from your family. You pulled on your coat and boots and walked outside. “Mama, oday?” Theodore looked at you worried as he snuggled closer under your coat. 

“Yes, mama is okay.” You replied softly and kissed the top of his head. 

Don’t stress over this.

The more stress, the more likely you’ll have a miscarriage.

Happy thoughts, Y/n, happy thoughts.

“Hey baby, everything okay?” You heard your mother’s voice. You turned your head and spotted her behind her fluffy coat. 

“Yeah, just got a bit emotional, is all,” you gave her a sad smile.

“May I offer some advice?” She asked gently. You nodded slowly and looked at her, your hand rubbing your son’s back. 

“You’re gonna face rough pregnancies every so often. At the end of the day, when you are holding your baby close to your chest… that is when it all matters. It may seem rough, and like your life is over, but at the end of the tunnel is God’s greatest gift. A newborn baby.” She spoke as she looked at you, never for a second leaving your eyes. 

“Do you think he sees us as sinners?” You asked with a sad expression. You may have not been heavily influenced by God, but he played a role in your life. Just as he did with your fiancé. 

“Just because you two aren’t married? Perhaps, but he knows that you two are down that road of getting married. He knows Elvis has a crazy schedule. I believe he made an exception just for you two.”

“How do you always know what to say?” You questioned. 

“I’m your mother, I’m supposed to.” She smiled and pulled you into a hug, being careful of the toddler against your chest. You leaned into her hug, not being able to properly hug back.

“Thank you.”

The three of you went back inside and waited for dinner to happen. The maids made a beautiful and tasteful dinner. The main course being the Ham. You didn’t understand the reasoning behind holiday meats. Thanksgiving was always served with Turkey, maybe a ham, but Christmas was served with ham. 

Your plate was full to the brim, hopefully, you’ll be able to keep it all down. You hardly had much to eat during the day. A bowl of oatmeal and fresh-cut fruit in the morning, and then dinner now. After everyone finished up their plate, everyone slowly but surely left. Your parents, your brother… Vernon made sure to stop by to drop off presents and say hi. 

Other than that, the maids cleaned up, you got Theo in the bath. Then you got him all ready to go to bed, with the help of Elvis. You then got in the bath yourself, figuring that would be the best way to destress. Before you knew it, you were in your pajamas and getting in bed.

You hummed softly as you pulled back the bed covers. You weren’t one to lie and say that the silk covers kept you warm during these cold months. Nonetheless, it made Elvis happy, and if Elvis was happy; you were happy. But- there was no way in hell you were gonna suffer while pregnant during the winter.

“Elvis,” you called out to him as you got into bed, slipping your legs under the covers.

“Yeah, darlin’?~~” You hum at his voice. You don’t know how, but he just sounded more southern at night. Maybe it was because he was getting sleepy. His voice was getting more raspy, the whole nine yards.

“We’re switching covers tomorrow.” You stated, not bothering to ask. You wanted your fleece sheets, not freezing silk.

“Hold on now-“ he came in from the bathroom, a toothbrush loosely hanging from his mouth. “What’s wrong with these?”

“Cold,” you answered simply, “and the baby doesn’t want to be cold. Mama doesn’t want to be cold.” You gave him that look. It was that very same look that said a million unspoken words. 

Elvis had a lot of say what got done in his house. Despite it being considered as both of yours. At the end of the day, it was Elvis’ name on the deed. He was the one to purchase it. He was the one who got to design and plan out the rooms. Then of course your son got a say in what went on in his bedroom. Despite the mess, he would make every single day. All you were asking was for a simple change of the sheets. 

“Fine fine,” he muttered under his breath as he returned to the bathroom. You choose to ignore it just this once. 

Does the bedroom bother you? Yes, it absolutely does. Compared to the rest of the house, it was dark and moody. It almost screamed vampire. You were more than happy with the blackout curtains, but you wanted it to look more lively. To match the rest of the house. Then again, you think it would kill Elvis if you put any sense of color in his bedroom. 

You reached over to your side table and picked up the book you were reading earlier. Joy in the Morning by Betty Smith. While Elvis was more into books that related closely to the lord, you were more of a romance fan. You liked your little romance novels because deep down you wanted your romance to be like them. 

That isn’t to say that the relationship you have sucks. You have your rough moments just like every other couple. In these stories though… it feels as if nothing ever goes wrong for them. That is what you wanted. A perfect life, a perfect relationship, a perfect… everything. Yet every night before you two signed off, you would read together a verse in the bible. One chosen at random. 

You would open the book, and go through the pages, stop at one random, run your finger along the page, and stop it at random. You two liked to take it as… a reading. Thought most of the time the verses don’t lead you on a path of anything. They are more or less… well, they are verses. Not fortune tellings, but you two still liked to take them as such.

The bathroom soon became dark and Elvis emerged from the doorframe. He made his way over to the bed and slid in next to you. Well, more like got in… then scooted over to you. He pressed a kiss to your head and pulled you into his warm embrace. You let out a light giggle and made sure to quickly save your space in the book. 

“You know, I haven’t given you your gift yet.” He spoke softly. You hummed softly and turned your head upwards to look at him.

“You’re giving me a baby, Elvis.” You spoke gently as you brought your hand up to his jaw. 

“I can give you one of those any time. This is a special gift.”

“And what does it have that the other special gifts don’t?” You raised your eyebrow. 

“I-,” Elvis didn’t know how to respond. He generally just needed the excuse of Christmas to give you more gifts. “God told me to.”

“Did he now? And what did he tell you to get me?” You played along with his statement.

“Well, that’s for you to find out,” he pulled out a neatly wrapped long box. You could already guess that it was some type of jewelry because of the box. Not a ring or earrings, could be a bracelet, necklace, or even a watch. The possibilities were endless. 

You took it out of his hands and ran your palm against it. “Let’s see if God chose correctly then.” You pulled the wrapped paper off and revealed a black velvet box. The words of a jewelry company posted on top. You opened it and saw a beautiful gold necklace with an oval, and an E engraved on it. 

You opened the necklace and smiled at the pictures already in them. A picture of you and Elvis, a picture of Theodore, and two more spaces to be filled. You looked over at Elvis and started to tear up. “Elvis,” you whispered. 

“Once our baby gets born we can add their picture… then we can do a family picture as well.”

“It’s perfect, I love it.” You threw your arms around him and pressed multiple kisses on his face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he rubbed your back gently. “Merry Christmas, my darlin’,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and held his hand on your bump.

It may have started off as a rough day, but the ending was most worth it. Much like other things. The beginning may suck, but if you truck through to the end you will be rewarded. 

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips as you kissed him.

“I love you, and I love our baby.”

“I love them too,” you smiled alongside with him. Just think, next year you’ll have two kids for Christmas. It may be chaotic, but you were ready for this chapter. 

Special Taglist: @darlinboypresley @austinstyles

Author's note: I started writing this after the first part went up. But it took me all the day till the 19th to finish. I am not completely a hundred percent happy with this, but I think I want to turn this into a holiday fic. I don't think there will be one for New Years. I can see an Easter one happening, a 4th of July one, Halloween, loop back around I might do Veteran's day instead of Thanksgiving for next year. Then ending it again with Christmas. Of course the newborn being there.

In the original fic, the reader actually suffered a miscarriage, and I wasn't completely sure if I wanted to copy that over. So, I placed the idea in this fic, it does not mean it will happen, but it leaves the doors open for that possibility, though I kind of just said what would happen.

Next fic will be posted on Christmas Day. I hope to have it done much quicker then I did this fic. I hope everyone is having a wonderful holidays!

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Ngl 'm kinda salty that instead of having Sun, or Solar, or Monty in today's gaming video on Laes, they had Roxanne, someone who is irrelevant to their channels besides being a running gag for teasing Sun. I know that Davis is probably too busy to record with Kat, Reed, and Valentine but I'd rather wait for him to be available for however long it takes than to watch a gaming video with Roxanne in it :/

My only theory as to why the Roxanne Show did this huge collab was because that they have recorded a VR lore collab episode with them as well and they were available.

Which.........

Isn't great.

I don't like their portrayal of Vanny.

That's my woman blorbo and you screwed her up.

Keep her away from me.

Although, I've never been a big fan of their Roxanne portrayal either.

My personal opinion. Take it with a grain of salt.

I thought the Christmas Special was terrible.

"Did everyone enjoy the Holiday Special?" "No RAGS... only you did." "Oh... well that pretty much my target audience anyway..."

*i watched the whole thing so you don't have to. Honestly, if you have seen the two very short clips of Davis's Sun and Earth/Kat singing, that's all you need. Because they're the only two of this musical that can actually... well... sing.*

The singing made my inner choir kid cringe.... and I just... did not care for the plot.

Roxanne was stressed over the holidays... because of the drama SHE created.... She whined about her estranged on again off again father not liking Christmas, whined when Gregory tried to invite Cassie over, Whined when Gregory was upset and dealing with drama of his only ghost friends potentially leaving the astral plain, Was annoyed when Freddy was trying to be a good boyfriend because she wasn't happy that not EVERYONE was having "the best christmas ever" Cus "Who doesn't like Christmas?" I don't know, Roxanne... people who are busy, people who work retail, people with dead relatives (like Cassie by the way) .... people who don't CELEBrate Christmas???

And I was waiting for the other shoe to drop so much in this special. Because so far, All they've sung about what makes Christmas Great is the Commodification and the Commercialism of Christmas.

That's what makes Christmas great. The cookies, the presents, the colorful lights.....big parties, traditions... etc etc....

Which, come on, I do NOT expect animatronics to get up like the Peanuts Holiday Special and tell me about the Birth of Jesus Christ.

But what I did expect them to do, was talk about the importance of family, and why being with the people you care about is so important... and there was... an attempt at that. But it didn't really land for me.

They didn't even bother to get into how other people celebrate Christmas.

It was all hyping up the commercialism of the Hoilday, and getting excited about that... I understand Gregory, cause he's a literal child... but every single animatronic was either for Christmas or anti Christmas for very commercial reasons.

And what's the crisis.... Roxanne is upset because not everyone likes Christmas and no one is falling into line for her plans for the Holidays... Not everything is about you. Gregory's friends are literally dying and Cassie is mourning her Dad over the holidays.

I thought the special would be about appreciating what you have, even if things don't work out. But no, everything works out and even her estranged father makes up with her for no reason other then because.

Respect for all the voice actors, talent and origination to get the RAGS Christmas Musical together... I just did not care for the plot. And People are free to disagree with me on this... but I found the whole Musical rather shallow and I have seen Hallmark Christmas and Rankinbass Movies with more meat.

I will say.... TSAMS (and MAFS to some extent) did a much better holiday special with far less production... because that's what it's really about, just spending time and exchanging gifts with people who you know care about you. And Earth and Solar experiencing Christmas with others that care about them for the first time and a feeling of warm togetherness and family that wasn't about a big planning or party, while also packing in some of the stressful feeling of the Holidays as well.

And yeah. If Sun was on "Vacation" they could have used this as an opportunity for Solar to be in gaming videos, since Davis himself isn't sick.

We've never seen Solar and Moon play a game together, and I know I'm not the only one asking for it in the official server.

Just involve Solar in more gaming videos. HE ASKED to be in them more. Just DO IT.

[cranberrymoons]

the scrooge who stole christmas

prompt: domestic fluff (@steddieholidaydrabbles) rated: t word count: 523

welcome to Day 5 of the fic advent calendar – bite-sized fics posting every day during the month of december. enjoy!

By the time Steve finally collapses back onto the couch, he’s fucking exhausted. 

His arms are scratched and his hands smell like pine and there are needles all stuck in his hair, but the tree is letting off a warm multi-colored glow that makes everything in the living room look gentler and sweeter. 

He looks up when Eddie comes into the room from the kitchen, smiling at him with big soft eyes.

“It looks great,” he says, sinking down on the couch next to Steve. “Sorry I was… whatever about it earlier.”

“It’s okay,” Steve says. He accepts the glass that Eddie passes him and takes a sip of what turns out to be eggnog strong enough to strip paint. He coughs a little and gives him a sideways glance as he sets it down. “Worth the effort?”

They’d spent all afternoon on it: driving out to a tree farm and cutting it down, strapping it to the top of Steve’s little car and driving it home, wrestling it off the roof and into the house, struggling to get it to sit straight in its stand and then vacuuming up the fallen needles and decorating the stupid thing, all of which had eventually led to a pointless bickering fight which – 

Eddie lets out a little breath, shoulders slumping. “Yeah,” he says. “Definitely.”

“Good,” Steve says. He smiles a little as he leans back against the arm of the couch. “Then you’re forgiven for being a total Scrooge and trying to ruin Christmas.”

Eddie narrows his eyes. “Isn’t that the Grinch?”

“The Grinch steals Christmas,” Steve says. “Scrooge ruins it.”

“Oh right, the one with all the ghosts,” Eddie says. His eyes flash in the twinkling light coming from the tree. “That makes sense, actually.” 

“You know, you’re not as spooky as you think you are,” Steve tells him. He takes another careful sip of the world’s strongest eggnog. “Anyway, he’s nice by the end, so.”

“And I’m very nice and very supportive of you erecting the desiccated corpse of a fir tree in the middle of our living room.” He pulls Steve’s feet into his lap. “Christmas is actually kind of badass when you think about it.”

Steve snorts. “Yeah, all the glitter and elves really drive it home.”

“Elves are very badass, actually,” Eddie says. He raises his eyebrows. “One ate Dustin at last week’s game. He had to roll a new character and everything.”

Steve hums, fighting back another smile. “Sounds pretty serious.”

“It was. Like – you don’t even know,” Eddie says. He widens his eyes. “There was a dark wood and a winding path and…”

And he’s off, describing in detail the campaign that they’d finished a few days ago. Steve feels the familiar twist of warmth run through him that always comes whenever Eddie says something especially lame, and he lets himself sink further back into the couch. Eddie’s words blur together and wash over him, and he nods along even though he doesn’t actually understand half of what he’s talking about.

He has a type, he’s realized, and that type is nerds. He’s fine with it.

[also on ao3]

[alwaysaslutforfic]

Kyoutani Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Guess who’s back with some more headcanons 😏 Apparently I have a thing for mean, blond boys

Warnings: again nothing super explicit, mentions of costumes, oral, recording videos

Minors DNI! There is nothing for you under the cut! I MEAN IT!

Unbeta’d cos 🤷🏾

Despite his aesthetic, he’s actually pretty smart. (I mean he did transfer into an academy so) and is also a pretty gentle tutor. He knows what it’s like to be discouraged from doing something you enjoy so he would never make you feel bad for trying even though your answers are just so very wrong

Very high-key low-key scared of heights. You once got trapped on the 20th floor in an elevator with him and seriously considered knocking him out. If you go to a theme park, he will gladly Watch you ride the rollercoasters. (He loves the teacups though)

Actually has a really charming, boyish smile but it only ever comes out around you

Summer freckles. There aren’t a lot of them, but they are prominent. And a gorgeous tan. If it weren’t for the RBF you’d be more worried with how handsome he is in summertime

Loves to push your buttons but would also never want to disrespect you, so you have a lot of random consent talks; “Can I smack your ass?” “…Like right now?” “Just whenever.” “Sure?” “Cool, lemme know if you want me to stop.” — Proceeds to smack your ass literally every time you walk past him, no matter where you are. You nearly slapped him once when he happened to see you in public cos you thought it was a stranger

Says the sweetest shit with the most deadpan of expressions. Has zero shame or reservations about how much he loves you. He’s a straightforward person through and through. Just wanders into the room you’re in and hits you with “You know your my reason for breathing, right?” 😠

Posts gym thirst traps, but without the intent of them being thirst traps. He just likes to track and share his progress but dude is so buff that it just works out that way (he sends all his actual thirst traps to you directly)

Sweaty, sweaty boy but he doesn’t really smell. Probably sweats so much cos he’s always warm and for that reason winter is his favourite season. He doesn’t sweat as much and you’re always cuddling up to him for warmth

Loves anime. Will watch it for hours with you. And not just Shounen too, this man is an anime connoisseur and has the best recommendations no matter the genre. But beware, cos he waits for no one. If you miss an episode that’s on you

Oh shit and his grime selection! Elite!! He heard one song and he was hooked. Started calling Oikawa a wasteman and is endlessly amused by it

Outside of that though, he will listen to any and everything. Music is music and as such his Spotify is a trash heap. Like shit is jarring, and is predominately yelling. Boy doesn’t know the meaning of the word playlist

Be his jetpack 😭 he loves being the little spoon. He nuzzles when he’s sleepy

An early riser but not a morning person. And even worse, he hates the taste of coffee so he’ll just glare blearily for at least an hour whenever he wakes up

But he really enjoys herbal tea. Him showing you his collection is what prompted your biweekly selfcare nights. He doesn’t really know what’s happening, but he’s content to spend time with you and let you do whatever. (He also never knew skin could feel that fucking soft)

Oh and good luck waking him up. There’s a video in the OG Seijoh group chat of him sleeping through 4 different foghorn alarms. He was banned from naps after he slept through lunch and missed his next class and was 15 minutes late to practise cos he just wouldn’t wake up. Just dead to the world once his head hits a pillow

He likes when you wear trashy, slutty outfits. Naughty firewoman/man, naughty nurse, naughty cheerleader, naughty grinch. He likes it even more when you play it up. The naughty teacher fulfilled fantasies he didn’t even know he had

He calls you puppy during sex when he’s feeling particulary dominant and you surprised him with a costume on his birthday compete with ears and a tail. He went three rounds that night and you lost count of how many times you came

He gets worked up being ignored by you, likes having to work for your attention. He could spend hours kissing up and down your neck as you read, ignoring the hard on he’s grinding into your ass. It’s only when he’s manhandling you that you break the ruse

Goes gooey eyed for some head. I’m talking knees shaking, toes curled. Man turns to straight mush. The first blowjob you gave him lasted mere minutes, but it was so hot listening to him whimper as he came in your mouth that you weren’t that upset

(Speaking of whimpers) Deep, growling moans, and pretty little whimpers when he cums. He just sounds so good during sex that you actually get a little excited when he has to go to away games cos that means hearing it directly in your ear through the phone

Loves taking videos of the two of you. He just loves having the view of you and him together on hand. And if he plays them in the background while you fuck once or twice, well your embarrassment only makes it hotter

Will eat you out after the gym. He actually gets upset if you shower first cos you washed off the ✨sparkle✨. He just loves the way you taste in general. He mouths wet kisses into your skin when you fuck just so he can taste you

I have one more of these in the works atm 😜 can you guess who it is?

[bysaber]

Neighbor rivalry ft. Satoru Gojo

Day 03 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — you and your neighbor keep bickering about who has the most beautiful christmas-decorated house in the street.

word count — 1.3k

content — enemies to lovers, fluff, lots of swearing, gojo is a menace and implied to be a tsundere, they’re just silly kids (not literally)

notes — third day! I actually wanted to keep all those fics under 1k words but I got carried away and almost kept writing, I swear it would end up with 3k words and a smut if I wasn’t able to contain myself. I hope you enjoy this one <3

You didn’t want to admit how glamorous Satoru Gojo’s house looked, but it did.

Your obnoxious neighbor had made it his life mission to spend the entire year annoying the shit out of you by bragging how he won the “Best Outdoor Christmas Decorations Award” – which was a friendly competition between neighbors, but ignited a childish rivalry between the two of you.

Whenever you gathered together for parties or barbecues, it would always end in debates about a) how immature he was, and b) how he won. Your endless bickering amused everyone, though.

And it made you even more determined to win this year.

You grimaced at his house, groaning to yourself before focusing on your task: fixing the Christmas lights that were suspended from your roof. It was already hard to keep yourself steady on that ladder, but doing that while thinking about Gojo was on another level of torture.

“You shouldn’t try so hard, it won’t look as good as mine.”

Speaking of the devil…

You didn’t even need to look at him to know he was looking up at you with a big, devilish smile. Gojo was quick to destabilize you and get under your skin whenever you looked into his sky-blue eyes, always sparkling at you – so you didn’t.

“It won’t,” you hummed, disinterested. “It will look better.”

He scoffed, “You should only accept your defeat and move on…”

Your gaze finally found him; wearing baggy sweatpants, a sweater, slippers, and, of course, the smile you predicted.

“Did you really just leave your house to be a pain in my ass, you fucking grinch?” you asked when processed his outfit.

He gasped, pretending to be outraged, “Grinch! Me!? The one who loves Christmas the most!”

Tired of his antics, you sighed, dropping the hammer you were holding onto the box beside the ladder and getting ready to climb down. Maybe throw some punches.

When stepping down, you miscalculated the distance between one step and the other and lost your balance. A scream of pure horror left your lips, pretty sure you’d break a bone when the warmth of two arms caught you in the air.

Before you knew it, Gojo was holding you bridal style, your frightened eyes fluttering open to meet his widened ones, “You scared me for a moment there!”, he breathed out, his body relaxing when he realized danger was no longer present.

Still processing what had just happened, you put your hand on his chest and pushed lightly, a silent request to be put down – which he quickly obliged.

“Fuck, sorry, I’m just— so stressed!”, you grumbled while trying to calm your heartbeat. Everything escalated so quickly and your body couldn’t keep up, “You fucking stress me!”, you spat at last.

Almost falling and having Satoru Gojo, of all people, saving you; it was a sick joke. And you blamed him.

Gojo suddenly went quiet – unusually quiet –, and you could see him biting his lip and looking around awkwardly.

Without saying another word, he grabbed the hammer you had dropped a few moments earlier and simply climbed the ladder, “The fuck are you doing?”

“I’m finishing this for you,” he said so low you could barely hear him.

You watched, in utter disbelief, as Gojo hammered the nails into your roof and placed the Christmas in the places you first intended them to be. You didn’t know, but he did watch you decorating your garden and outdoors and he noticed your patterns, so it wasn’t hard for him to make it the way you wanted.

“You need help with anything else?”, the white-haired man asked casually as he climbed down the ladder, never looking directly at you, his ever so annoying smile gone.

“What is that now, Gojo? Stop acting nice, you don’t have to pretend you care about my decorations or about me,” your words held a hint of bitterness and resentment.

“What?” he finally lifted his eyes to meet yours, confliction hidden behind his irises. “I do care about you.”

You scoff, “Sure, Gojo. Go back to your Award Winner house, will you? I will handle things here,” you stopped to add, “By myself.”

Maybe it was the fright of almost falling or just tiredness of fighting, but you felt like you really couldn’t spend another second with Gojo without losing your mind. He truly got under your skin and you recognized it, he didn’t even do anything, but…

“I’m sorry for stressing you out so much, it was never my intention,” was what he said before leaving you alone.

You gulped, feeling a little guilty for lashing out at him. Your rivalry was never that serious, just something you’d actually laugh about at night before sleep, but recently it became sort of a different experience. Something about that damned man, that infuriating smile and maddening eyes – it made you want to scream at him.

Why, though?

You wish you knew.

You sighed and shook your head, trying to forget everything about him. You proceeded to decorate your outdoors a little more until the sun was setting, then you turned on all the lights and smiled to yourself with the results so far.

Entering your house, you took a hot shower before putting on the comfiest pajamas you found, going to the kitchen, and preparing some hot chocolate when your doorbell rang.

You took your time to take the hot chocolate off the stove and went to answer the door.

As you opened it, you almost regretted all your life choices; you regretted opening the door, you regretted putting on that fucking pajama, you regretted not drying your hair, you even regretted moving to that cursed neighborhood.

Because there stood Satoru Gojo with a big box in his hands and sky-blue puppy eyes.

“Hi,” he smiled without a care in the world, he smiled and didn’t care about your pajamas or wet hair, he smiled and a small part of you was grateful that he did.

It felt wrong when he stopped smiling earlier.

“Hi,” you said back, uncertain of why he was there.

“Your house looks so beautiful tonight,” he started and, if you didn’t know Gojo, you’d say he was blushing. “More beautiful than mine.”

You blinked slowly, blood rushing quickly to your cheeks as your heart beat faster with the compliment and in a second you were blushing as well.

Oh.

“Oh,” you didn’t know what to say. What was there to say? What did he want? “Thank you, Gojo.”

“I brought you the best decorations I could find– some I believe that would suit you,” he continued and you noticed how uneasy he looked.

He practically shoves the box he was holding into your arms, but you accept it without a single complaint, “Thank you, but… why?”

“I like you.”

The declaration hung in the air like a mistletoe above your heads, the tension immediately installed, thoughts of should we kiss? and is this the best moment? filling both of your minds, mixed with the embarrassment of an unexpected circumstance.

“I’ve liked you for a long time and I mess with you because…” he looked away. “I don’t know, I just like to spend hours teasing you and having you teasing me back, but I never meant to actually make you feel any kind of bad–”

“Gojo,” you interrupted him. He was talking too much and that was new information you still didn’t know how to process. The mere thought of Satoru Gojo liking you seemed too surreal to be true. “You don’t need to apologize, just…”

You didn’t know why, but a ghost of a smile started forming on your lips. You could feel it tugging on your face, a warm feeling embracing your heart as you took in the image of your obnoxious neighbor standing at your front door. The way he got under your skin…

“I just prepared some hot chocolate. Do you want to come in?”

Gojo’s eyes lightened up instantly, a sparkle you’ve never seen before shining among his blues. He nodded and took a step to enter your house, which he had never entered before.

He crossed your walls and made himself at home.

[hailkingphantom]

Dp x dc

Clark: why would you be better than me?

Danny: I have blackmail of Batman

Bats: OoO

Jl:0o0

YJL:0o0

TT:0o0

Red hood: How much do you want?

_________________________________________________

Bruce&Danny Besties/Mentor/BigBro au!!!

I just love the idea of any interaction among these two

King!Danny +Young! Bruce= Chaos

I thinking that they met before Bruce trained with the LoA, Danny was on his first vacation since he begin his duties as the Ghost King and he was bored. Somehow Bruce find out about Danny being Phantom, an ex-hero with years of experience and asks him if he could train him

He regret it.

Danny became in one of the Bruce's mentors, and is actually pretty good but that if you don't count when he loses Bruce in other dimensions, make him work as stripper, throw him into different times and let him babysit gods/op beings.

At first Bruce tried to behave and treat his new mentor with respect and distance, but WHAT THE HELL!! IS THAT THE GRINCH!!!???!

Bruce just can't be indifferent when is about Danny, his new mentor (friend? Friendtor?... He had pass too much time with Danny....) who is too chaotic but too kind at the same time.

Danny's vacation finish and he had to go back to the zone, Bruce met the LoA. (they still in contact but the time is weird in the GZ/IR and Danny don't talk as much as he thinks with bruce)

Bruce have a shock when he sees Danny appearing from the ghost king summon circle.

[uramilf]

Day Six - Gingerbread House

Warnings: This has some smutty thoughts at the start but no actual smut

Matty came home late from the studio the next night. He crawled into bed at what must’ve been after 2am, falling asleep so quickly that he didn’t notice Mayhem jumping onto the bed and curling up in a ball beside him. He didn’t usually dream of nice things, but his head was full of thoughts of Y/N the entire night. He dreamed of what Christmas was going to be like with her, how well she would get on with his mum and little brother. He dreamed of sneakily stealing kisses when no one was looking. But mostly, he dreamed of what it would be like to fuck her in the spare room, hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t wake anyone up with her pretty moans.

He woke up the next morning replaying thoughts of a couple of nights before, in front of the fireplace. He shook the images from his head when his phone rang, rubbing a hand over his eyes before reaching out to get it from the nightstand. Her name lit up his phone and he smiled, hitting the green accept call button.

“Morning, pretty girl.” “Morning, baby. How does it feel to be finished in the studio?” “Incredible. I’ve been counting down the days to the start of my Christmas holiday.” “Well, do you wanna come over and celebrate the proper beginning of Christmas?” “I’d love to, darling. Just give me an hour to shower and walk Mayhem. Then I’ll be right over.”

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An hour later, Matty came through Y/N’s door with a shout of “Babe, I’m here!” “Kitchen!” she called back, the sound of an old Beatles song muffling her voice. Matty walked down the hall and stuck his head into the kitchen, laughing at the mess on the kitchen table. Baking ingredients and equipment were spread out over the surface: icing sugar, sprinkles, chocolate chips, piping bags.

“What the fuck happened in here?” he laughed. “Went to Tesco this morning and bought some stuff,” she shrugged. “Yeah, I can see that. Are we having a baking day, then?” “Nope, not quite. More like a decorating day,” Y/N said proudly, holding up a cardboard box with a picture of a perfectly constructed gingerbread house on the front. “We just need to put this together and decorate it. Simple.” “Babe, I’m not saying you’re not good in the kitchen, but ours will never look like that.” “Yes it will, grinch! We’re gonna make the best gingerbread house ever.” Matty sighed and rolled up the sleeves of his grey hoodie.

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“Matty, stop! That’s too much icing, the roof’s gonna slide off!” “No it isn’t!” he argued. “It’s fine, see?” Matty let go of the gingerbread roof and watched it slide and land on the table in a sticky mess. Y/N groaned. “You are now banned from construction. You can come back for decorating. Goodbye.” “What? I didn’t even do anything, babe!” “You’re wrecking my house!” she grumbled, banishing him to the other end of the table. Eventually she got the house to stick together. It looked rather wonky, but still. She looked at Matty smugly. “See? This is why I’m in charge in the kitchen.” “Yeah, and everywhere else, you fuckin’ dictator.” “You know it,” she grinned. “I’m sorry I wouldn’t let you touch my gingerbread house.” “No you’re not,” Matty smiled fondly. “No, I’m not,” Y/N agreed. “You’re really shit at it.”

Y/N started piping little icing swirls and wonky stars onto the gingerbread house, while Matty followed behind, sticking marshmallows and chocolate chips and pouring sprinkles wherever he saw fit. Y/N laughed at the messy concoction of biscuit and sweets, held together with runny icing. “Wait! We need snow!” Matty exclaimed before grabbing the icing sugar and sprinkling it on the roof of their little house. “Perfect,” Y/N said, leaning up against him. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Can we eat it now, then?” “No!” Y/N cried. “We need to at least take pictures of it. It looks too pretty.” Matty rolled his eyes playfully. Pretty definitely wasn’t the word to describe it, but to Y/N it was perfect.

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After a brief photoshoot of their gingerbread house, the pair settled on the sofa with a cup of tea each (Y/N still refused to let Matty eat any of it). “Thanks for today, babe. Good way to spend my first day off.” “Of course,” Y/N smiled. “I’m glad you came over.” “I love coming over,” Matty laughed. “I basically live here now, me and Mayhem.” “Just the way I like it,” Y/N replied, before catching his lips in a soft kiss.

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I don't like Christmas tbh but idk consider this a Christmas gift lmao

Holiday headcanons for the kids :p

Ashlyn

-Doesn't have any strong feelings about Christmas. Kinda overstimulating for her ngl

-hates when people come carolling to the house :) like hello she doesn't need her ears to bleed as a holiday gift okay

-when she was younger she used to go to church with her parents but she's stopped as she got older

-found Santa to be a creepy concept even when she was little lol

-she doesn't really like getting gifts from people besides her parents and she has THE WORST gift buying anxiety like. She has no idea what people want 🤡

-does like the food tho. Probably the only time of the year when she'll eat more than one plate.

-Weak spot for Logan's Christmas cookies.

Aiden

-he's spent a lot of Christmases alone watching holiday movies. He likes Christmas but he definitely doesn't associate it with spending time with his family or anything.

-he gives people really expensive gifts lmao. He's actually pretty good at gift giving, but he SUCKS at wrapping them, usually ends up with his hand cut up from the scissors and covered with tape.

-Loves Christmas movies, they give him a sort of nostalgia for a Christmas he never had. Really likes Elf and Home Alone (absolutely destroyed his house copying some of the traps)

-definitely the type of guy to look up weird Christmas games to play at the party because like Hell he's gonna have a boring party >:(

-Eats enough food to go into a food coma and then stays up all night anyways.

-believed in santa a littleeee too long.

-Blasts Christmas songs so loud the whole neighbourhood will hear it.

-definitely plotting how to get Ash under the mistletoe somehow (cuz he's a schemer you know it). Probably doesn't work, but doesn't hurt to try 🫠

Ben

-he LOVESSSS listening to carolling and Christmas songs. It makes him so happy <3

-Top Priority: Get an awesome gift for Lily >:) very careful with his gift shopping and he spends a lot of time for each person.

-Likes decorating the house, loves decorating the tree... likes stringing popcorn too :)

-he just really loves the cozy atmosphere Christmas brings. Likes huddling up in his blankets drinking hot cocoa and hanging out with his family ~

-Misses snow, since it doesn't snow in Georgia.

-Goes ice-skating if he can, Taylor's been teaching him ^_^

-Likes those pretty advent calendars but he has a hard time waiting for each day, so there's like a 60% chance he'll eat everything at once lol

-him and Lily dress up to take holiday photos, it's one of his favourite things to do cuz LILY LOOKS SO CUTE WITH HER LITTLE REINDEER HEADBAND AGHHH ✨️✨️✨️

Tyler

-Grinch lookin ahh mf 💀 Hates Christmas cuz he's grumpy >:( He still gonna go along with everything tho cuz Taylor loves it

-Sometimes he goes to mass because Christmas is the only time he will go to church. (He has that Catholic boy trauma)

-Helps Taylor make her little nativity scene so they can decorate the house.

-Can make a hell of a Nochebuena dinner 😌 everything so his mom and sis can have a good time (They really like his bacalao, tamales, and sometimes he makes rompope)

-prefers Spanish songs than English ones (El Burrito Sabanero goes hard/hj)

-his favorite flowers are Flors de Nochebuena :>

-if you got a gift from him Taylor picked it. (It's fair since he pays for it tho...)

Taylor

-She's SOOOOO GOOD AT DECORATING. She's amazing at detangling the lights LMAO When she's done with the tree, she makes it look like a work or art :>

-usually goes to mass with her mom even if she's not personally religious.

-Loves singing along to Christmas music and likes to go carolling!

-Loves giving gifts, and she really loves Secret Santa! She really likes making homemade gifts because a) it feels more heartfelt to her and b) they don't have a lot of money 😭

-Likes to make Rosca de Reyes, she really hopes she will get the little plastic doll baked in :D

Logan

-Mixed feelings about Christmas since it's a time where he gives a lot of thought to his faith (He got that queer religious trauma.)

-Goes to church with his grandparents every year even tho he has a lot of anxiety about it. His cookies are really popular at church tho :>

-Sugar fiend and bakes a lot. He loves hot chocolate, sugar cookies, Christmas pudding, all that jazz. Has a hard time picking gifts so he usually offers food! He likes fruitcake cuz he's weird like that.

-Really likes making the wreath they hang on the front door, it's like flower arranging. Puts up a lot of holly and a hidden mistletoe to surprise his grandparents ^_^

-Winter is usually a good time to stargaze, so before he met the gang, he'd stay up late to look at the sky. His grandpa usually gets him a better telescope each year :)

-he cooks gingerbread and with Taylor he likes to decorate a pretty little gingerbread house ❤️

-probably has a lot of really ugly Christmas sweaters haha, he gets cold easily!

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task force 141 + last minute christmas shopping

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: none

A/N: my sister won't stop making fun of my old facebook posts help

simon "ghost" riley:

alright let's be fr under normal circumstances ghost would never have to do last-minute christmas shopping

he's simply too prepared for that

like he's coming up with lists in october, buying gifts in november, and has them wrapped early december

but for the sake of story let's just say that he has some last minute shopping to do for whatever reason

maybe all his gifts got blown up and he has amnesia so he can't remember anything

jk idk just pretend he's been busy or something

anyways

ghost always has a good idea of what he wants to get people for christmas

so the problem is rarely what to buy but where to buy it

usually he'll go to a plaza that has a bunch of shops so he can just visit each one and see if they have it

another nice thing about ghost is that his sheer size and signature death glare makes it so that he never has to fight with another person to get a gift

he's definitely traumatized more than a few shoppers who tried to grab the same thing as him

somehow though he manages to get everything on his list

even if it takes him all day to find it

john "soap" mactavish:

alright so let's be real pretty much all of soap's christmas shopping is done last minute

he's a procrastinator what can i say

however after years of last minute panic soap has mastered how to get all his shopping done last minute

a few days before christmas he'll wake up early and then head to the mall

and pretty much just methodically work his way through each store until he finds something good for everyone

after he always rewards himself with a soft pretzel and gelato

it's a weird combo he knows but it's what he always bought at the mall as a kid and it brings him back

now soap doesn't necessarily have the intimidation powers of soap but he makes up for it by being ready to throw hands over gifts

besides it's not really like he has a backup plan

so because of this soap's gifts usually end up being those useful knick knacks that you always need but never remember to get

like can openers

he got everyone can openers one year

im kidding (or am i?)

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright so if gaz has to go last minute shopping it's usually only for small things

like extra stocking stuffers, wrapping paper, tape, etc.

so thankfully there's usually not much riding on it so it's less stressful

gaz actually really enjoys shopping because he can pop in his earbuds, turn up his music, and just unwind for a bit as he walks through the aisles

off topic but he's definitely the guy to just wander around a target listening to music

he'll usually just make the trips as he needs to

but they're usually just to walmart or target so he can stock up on candy and supplies

he also likes getting some of those fancy ghirardelli chocolates to snack on while he wraps gifts

his parents raised him to be polite so if he does end up reaching for the same thing as another person he always lets them grab it

but if it's the last item in stock he definitely gets secretly annoyed at them for it

john price:

alright so in a weird way i feel like price is sorta like the grinch

not in a "i hate christmas" sorta way but an "i don't want to go into town" kinda way

he likes to spend his christmases in his cabin/on base and he doesn't like dealing with the rush of customers doing last minute shopping

but of course there comes times where he has no choice but to run to the store to get another gift or restock on wrapping paper

and during then price is on a mission to get in and out of there as fast as possible

mainly because one year he got stuck in line behind a total karen

and his ten minute trip turned into an hour long ordeal

so now to reduce the chances of that happening he tries to speedrun his shopping trips

that being said he is a gentleman at heart so if someone grabs the same item as him he'll let them have it

even though he'll secretly be annoyed at them because then he has to stay even longer to find another gift

alejandro vargas:

alright so honestly i feel like alejandro is like ghost in that he tries not to get stuck doing last minute christmas shopping

he just doesn't like all the crowds and the lines

i mean he's not the most patient man in the world so it makes sense

he usually tries to keep his last minute gift buying to a minimum but if he does need to buy stuff he'll usually go to one store and get everyone things from there

think like home depot/a hardware store or maybe like a bath and body works

(they have a surprising amount of men's stuff okay)

that being said he usually knows what he wants to get each person from those stores

so if he comes to a point where him and someone else are reaching for the same thing he can sometimes get confrontational

it just depends tho

bc on one hand the gentleman in him is saying to let them have it but on the other hand he wants to get his friends a good gift

usually though he'll end up giving it up if it's like a woman or child

but with men he'll usually try to fight for it if it's really getting heated

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

alright so poor rudy would be so stressed by last minute shopping

i think he probably got a lot of his stuff done early but he wanted some extra things because he was worried his gifts weren't good enough

i feel like rudy's the kinda guy who goes really last minute and so a lot of things are going out of stock quickly

and so he is super duper stressed

mans is biting his nails and everything

definitely is racing throughout the stores to try and find everything he needs

and he simply will not be in a situation where someone grabs the same thing as him because if he sees someone in the same aisle as him he is sprinting and grabbing that thing asap

he really doesn't want to have to fight with someone else over it

especially before he knows he'd end up giving it to them

what can i say it's how he was raised

[calciumdeficientt]

Could you do some headcanons for Gary or Trent, and my oc, Suki? Thanks if U do!

Yesss ofccccc Gary and Trent will be posted now and ill give suki her own special post ^v^

TRENT NORTHWICK & GARY SMITH HCS

GARY SMITH

Gary…. Gary Gary Gary oh how you were so so so wasted by not being in free roam. I guess if i strain i can kinda see why he wasn’t around because, naturally people would incessantly kick the shit out of him

Biggest gossiper in the school, knocks Christy out of the park. He’s really really good at starting rumours because he knows just the right amount of ludicrous bullshit that needs to be added in order to make people want to spread it, while not having it die off by making it completely and utterly bonkers.

The slouch is definitely purposeful, he thought that standing up too straight would make him look too nerdy so he defaulted to this sort of weird grinch/ dr doom pose, he pays for this decision with really bad neck and upper back cramps but he’s simply too cool for meds of any kind including pain meds. Often what he does to get a kick out of Petey is to crack his neck really close to his ear ans laugh as poor Pete squirms in discomfort.

Got stuck in the Regina George headgear/back brace combo after jimmy threw them both of the roof into crabblesnitch’s office after the final showdown. He was in the hospital for a good long while, recuperating and making up for lost time on his meds before he was carted off to happy volts

Wrote down every single aspect of his plan for total bullworth domination in excruciating detail in a notebook that he kept tucked under his mattress, the first page was entitled “GARY’S EVIL PLAN” in all caps, in a heavy metal font, in red sharpie that bled through the next few pages. He would add to it nightly, and check stuff off when he was done with it. Insanely stupid and equally, insanely funny.

Doesn’t actually talk that way, like at all, its very much an act that he uses to make himself seem all cool and mysterious. He’s only ever slipped once or twice, and then instantly got on the defensive and gaslit whoever heard him (most likely poor Pete) its commitment to the bit that most could only dream of obtaining.

Got in so much shit for his special little bullworth vest, its technically not in violation of any uniform policies, a fact that he valiantly defended against the prefects, the faculty and everyone else that questioned it until they eventually just let him off with it.

Definitely a promising young politician if they decide he’s stable enough to leave happy volts, he’s charismatic, not terrible with words, and just generally immoral. He’s the perfect politician for the modern age.

TRENT NORTHWICK

Trent Trent Trent,i know a theatre kid when i see one. Definitely big on the more modern stuff compared the the older musicals, he just prefers the style of singing a little better, he finds it more expressive. However, he’ll take west side story over hamilton any day, dont get it twisted.

He saves money as best he can and goes to voice lessons pretty regularly, as well as intermittent dance lessons. He knows to make it in Hollywood you’ve got to be a triple threat and he certainly does plan to be a triple threat when he eventually runs off into the sunset to pursue his dream of going to audition after audition until he eventually lands himself a starring role in an allergy medicine commercial

Takes pride in his appearance, every few weeks he bleaches his roots and trims his own hair. He’s the only one that knows how to do it the way he likes, and it saves a lot of money for his voice lessons

Trent is a very thoughtful friend, he acts all aloof to save face but he likes to remember the little things about his friends, birthdays, favourite foods, so on and so forth. Enough to make him look good but not enough to make it look creepy or obsessive. He’s got a reputation to uphold damn it! But also he just wants to do right by his friends

He wants to let people know that he’s a man of many emotions, that’s why acting is such a good outlet for him, its not really acting, its his true self that’s simply being read as an act

Such a big sentimentalist, Trent is a scrapbooker, he keeps everything, no matter how small or insignificant seeming, dates it and sticks it in his scrapbook. He figures once he gets some sort of neurological condition from all the head trauma he’ll be able to look back on his high school years, lovingly documented by his teenage self

He was kinda bummed when Kirby dragged him out of line during movie tickets, he was all for going to see that movie, in fact he’d already found a leaked version of it online so he could look really tough during the scary parts and maybe hold Kirby’s hand if and i mean IF the smaller jock had gotten scared. It’s not a huge deal though, after Kirby had calmed down a little, they went and threw rocks into open windows at Harrington House

Of all the kissable boys, i think Trent is hard to beat in terms of accepting his sexuality. Trent is pretty vocal about his bisexuality, and doesnt really give two shits if people are offended by it. This is a kid who really knows himself, and the Trentman never claimed to be a man of the people, he strives to be his true, authentic self as far as the parameters of a high school bully in 2006 will allow, and for that i salute him.

[britany1997]

Holiday traditions and celebrations the Lost Boys enjoy

(Not my gifs)

David:

•David claims to hate Christmas and the other boys call him the grinch behind his back

•But he low key appreciates Christmas because the boardwalk gets much more crowded which means more food

•He’s not the guy to bake cookies or watch movies with, but he does like decorating

•Mainly because he gets to be in charge

•He sits back and tells the boys where to put stuff, how to hang stuff, etc etc without actually doing anything

•EXCEPT when it comes time to put the star on the tree which he ALWAYS does himself

•He’s the leader, it’s a rank thing

•He gets the boys presents but they’re always practical gifts

•Practical for them AND him

•One year he got Paul a stick of deodorant and Paul was just like, “thanks bud” :)

•Trust me, it was definitely a gift for David too

Dwayne:

•Dwayne is a hopeless romantic at heart and he loves watching romantic Christmas movies (with his s/o or if he’s single, he can usually convince Star to watch them with him)

•Not the Hallmark movies though, he’s a man of taste

•His favorites are Love Actually, The Holiday, and Four Christmases

•He also loves Edward Scissorhands and Little Women which he will argue to the death are Christmas movies he’s a Meg but thinks he’s a Jo

•He sheds a single tear everytime Kim asks Edward to hold her and he can’t (shh don’t tell the boys)

•True to his Native American roots, he also observes the Winter Solstice with the boys

•Traditionally, there are sunset bonfires to celebrate

•Theirs happen a little bit after sunset (for obvious reasons)

•They share people food on the beach, and Dwayne will tell stories about his past and his ancestry

•He loves that the boys want to celebrate the holiday with him <3

Marko:

•I definitely believe @luv4fandoms’s headcanon that Marko is Italian, so he celebrates Christmas

•He makes Panettone and Pandoro every year to share with the boys

•Paul doesn’t like it but he eats it anyway because Marko made it

•Marko tells Laddie about La Befana, so now the boys have to get Laddie presents on Christmas AND Jan. 5th because thats when La Befana comes

•It’s ok though, they love him:) and its not like they pay for them anyway

•Marko’s also ethnically Jewish! So he celebrates Hanukkah as well

•Paul grumbles like “how come Marko gets 8 presents and I only get one?” >:(

•The boys watch while he lights the candles each of the eight days

•They also gladly partake in the fried food part of Hanukkah and eat Latkes and Donuts with Marko

•The first time they celebrated, Marko explained the history of Hanukkah with the story of the Maccabees, the restoration of the temple, and the miracle behind the menorah and the eight nights

•Marko’s glad he can share this part of his culture with the boys

Paul:

•Paul lovesssss mistletoe

•Mans has it up ALL OVER the cave, its ridiculous

•Well kinda, he doesn’t have access to much mistletoe so he hangs stuff that sorta looks like it and hopes nobody notices

• “Paul is this lettuce?” “Paul is this Rosemary?” “Paul is this WEED?” No. It’s mistletoe. Shut up.

•He has the genius idea to just take some to the boardwalk with him so he can kiss random babes

•The boys kinda look at each other and Dwayne sits him down

• “Paul, most girls will find that creepy.” “Ok so I’ll only kiss boys! Problem solved” :)

• Dwayne hides his mistletoe

•Paul also likes Santa

•He always says ‘Santa probably doesn’t exist.’ And the boys are like, uh what do you mean “probably.”

•And after a lot of concerned prodding he gets kinda fed up

•He’s like, ‘so you’re tellin’ me immortal guys who have to feed on the blood of humans to survive exist and an immortal guy who leaves presents for good people doesn’t???’ He’s like, bffr

•The guys are ok with this logic but then David says, “you know you’ll never get anything from Santa right? We’re pretty much all naughty.”

•Paul smirks and says, “only in the best way.”

•The boys all groan

Happy Holidays!

[floating-mid-air]

Under The Mistletoe

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Hi everyone! I've returned once again. Firstly, I want to say thank you for 200 hundred followers! It's crazy to think that someone as inconsistent as I am could reach 200 followers. So I've decided to do a little two hundred followers special! This is part one (of two lmao) of holiday-winter-themed fics. (The other one I have planned is a Goku x reader btw) 

And thank you so much for your constant love and support. I never would've thought there'd be so many people who would actually enjoy my writing. I've been writing for practically my entire life, and I always get bored of the fandom I'm momentarily obsessed with, but I always seem to come back to this one. And I think it's because of all the kind words and support. And as always, my DM's/comments are always open if you have any comments, questions, or concerns.

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Paring: Vegeta x F Reader

Rating: None

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During this time of year, there's always one thing you know you can look forward to. And that's Bulma's yearly holiday party. You're not sure how she does it, but she seems to outdo herself every year. And even if the party wasn't extravagant, you'd still look forward to it. Because the most important thing to you is being around all of your closest friends, having all the people you love together for at least one day out of the year.

Usually, You'd be skipping, singing carols all the way to Bulma's. Nothing could ruin your good mood. But this year is different. This year you have the Grinch trailing behind you. You and Vegeta have been "together" for a while now. You've never defined your relationship, but you think you're dating? Nothing's ever clear with that man. And if you asked, you know you wouldn't get a clear answer. He'd probably just yell at you, calling you a "foolish woman."

With every step you take, your disdain for Vegeta's grumbling grows. Normally you can deal with his chronic complaining. You even tend to find it amusing, but not today. "Can you at least pretend to be happy?" You snap at him. It was bound to happen. It's a miracle that you lasted as long as you did. 

"That would be a waste of my energy. Besides, my awful mood is your fault." Vegeta scoffs. "Dragging me to the blue-haired woman's absurd gathering.... with your idiotic friends."

"They're your friends too." You roll your eyes. He's sometimes just so infuriating.  

"They are not my friends! I put up with Kakarot and those earthlings for your sake."

"You're such a killjoy." You sigh. You're not even sure why you keep bringing Vegeta to these events. The only thing it seems to do is ruin your day. "If you're going to keep acting like this. You can just hog the buffet table with Goku and then sulk in a corner of the room like you always do." You won't let Vegeta's crummy attitude bring you down any more than it already has. So you do the thing every responsible adult does in a healthy relationship. You ignore Vegeta the rest of the way to Bulma's place.

You finally get to your destination. You walk through the front door with Vegeta only a few steps behind. "You're here!" Bulma shouts, running over to you, throwing her arms around you. When she pulls away, her gaze lands on Vegeta, who is now standing beside you. "Vegeta." She rolls her eyes at him. It's no secret that the pair don't get along. Vegeta grunts, nodding his head. It's clear that's the best response she'll get. "Come on, the others are already here."

Bulma leads you further into her house, but you're stopped when Yamcha enters the hallway. "Bulma, can you tell--- Oh, hey, Y/N.... Vegeta." Before Bulma can scold him for not waiting in the main room like she asked, he speaks again. "Hey, look, Mistletoe." He wiggles his brows at you. You look at the ceiling to find the familiar green plant hovering above your head. You've always found mistletoe to be pretty. It's always perfectly tied together with a bow. "You know what that means."

"What are you going on about, you moron?" Vegeta furrows his brows at the taller man. 

"When someone's standing under the mistletoe, you kiss them. It's just a fun holiday tradition." Bulma tells him.

Vegeta scoffs. "What an idiotic tradition. It's pathetic, even. Do humans really need an excuse to kiss their lovers?"  

"Oh, come on, Vegeta. It's bad luck if you don't kiss her." Vegeta rolls his eyes at Yamcha's explanation. There's no such thing as luck. You work hard to succeed. "Well, fine, I guess I'll have to do it then."

Vegeta's head snaps toward him, his eyes narrowing. "Come near her, and I'll snap you in two!"

Yamcha holds up his hands defensively. "I was joking!" He shifts to move behind Bulma. "I don't have a death wish." He mumbles under his breath.

You turn to Vegeta, crossing your arms at him. "Oh, you can't be serious!" Vegeta shouts. "You'd let that neanderthal put his lips on you because you're standing under a stupid plant?"

"I'd let you kiss me under the mistletoe." You've never really thought about kissing your partner under the mistletoe before. It's not like you've chalked it up to be the most romantic holiday gesture of all time. But just for once, you wish Vegeta would go along with your "silly" human traditions. 

"Well, that's not going to happen." He turns his head away from your gaze. "I'm not going to degrade myself like that."

You huff, puffing out your cheeks. "Fine. Forget it." Your face falls as you push past Yamcha and Bulma, walking away from Vegeta.

"Someone's in the doghouse," Yamcha mutters.  

"Oh, come on, woman!" Vegeta shouts. "You can't seriously be upset over something so trivial?"

As the night goes on, it becomes clear to Vegeta that your annoyance with him wasn't just one of your temporary moods. You'd normally come over to him and pull him out of his solitude at these events. But right now, you refuse to meet his gaze. You won't even look in his general direction. Looks like Yamcha was finally right about something. Because Vegeta is definitely in your doghouse. If he knew something as stupid as refusing a small gesture of affection would upset you so much, he would've just done it before. 

Vegeta huffs, swallowing what's left of his pride. You, a human woman, with your pathetic human emotions, have no right to have this much control over him. Vegeta strolls over to you, grabbing your wrist, pulling you up off the couch. "Vegeta!" You shout as he begins dragging you away. "What the hell? Where are you taking me!" You finally break free of his grip when you enter the hallway. "Why are we out here?"

He ignores you, placing his arms on your shoulders. He moves you a bit forward. "Stay there."

"Stop ordering me around! I'm not doing anything until you explain!"

He sighs. "You daft woman. Look up!" You shift your gaze up at the ceiling only to find the same green plant that was hovering over your head just hours ago. 

"But I thought you think kissing under the mistletoe is stupid?"

"Oh, believe me, I do." He pauses, his cheeks flushing. "But it'll make you happy." 

"Vegeta." Before you can get another word out, he places his lips on yours. His lips feel so warm, as they move softly against your own. This is nothing like your usual kisses. Rather than taking your breath away, he's settled for making your heart swell.

He pulls away, placing his forehead on yours. "Are you pleased?"

"One more." Your voice is barely audible, but Vegeta definitely heard you.

He smirks. "You're getting greedy." But he complies, teasingly brushing his lips against yours. 

"Vegeta." You whine against his lips, causing him to chuckle. He decides to stop teasing you, firmly pressing his lips against yours. Your lips are like a drug to him. Every time he gets a taste, he just wants more. Maybe he's truly the greedy one? He pulls you closer, wanting to feel more of you. But before things can go any further, you pull away from him. "We... We need to stop." You pant, putting some space between you.

"You're usually the one begging me not to stop." He snorts.

"Vegeta!" Your face flushes. "L- Let's go back inside." You grab his hand, pulling him back to the party. Maybe this whole Mistletoe thing isn't so bad after all? In fact, Vegeta can see himself getting used to it. Think of all the opportunities he'll have to fluster you in the future.    

[such-a-barbarian]

Weekly tag game - holiday edition 🎄

Thanks for the tags @jrooc @mybrainismelted @metalheadmickey & @lupeloto

🔠 Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given: Honestly, I never really had a nickname. Kell is a short form of my kinda unique name, so I've always just gone by my full name cause I like it. My dad will call me kellski every so often and I've always liked having that with him.

🗺️ Where are you located? Ottawa 🇨🇦

🥶⛱️ What season is it where you are now? Pretty sure we are technically still in fall, but there is enough snow on the ground for it to feel like winter. ❄️

🥳 Favourite tradition this time of year: sooo many. I love Christmas so much. Christmas Eve drives to look at the lights, panettone raisin bread on Christmas morning, my 90 year old grandparents still taking whiskey shots before Christmas brunch - Nostrovia!

🥧 Favourite holiday food: tourtiere (french canadian meat pie) and shortbread cookies!

☕️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? mulled wine always and forever

🍗 Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? Ham! I enjoy turkey when it's done right, but ham can never be bad!

🏔️🏖️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in:  A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? a cabin in the woods for sure! To be fair I'd prefer a cabin in the woods anytime of year.

❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? pro-snow!!! I'm good with snow until about mid to end of February, then it can go away. There is no need for snow in March, but from December - February I am all about the stuff!

⛄️ Have you ever built a snowman? so so many! I have an almost 4-year-old and a 1.5-year-old, so I have made like 5 or more already this month.

⛷️ Skiing or Snowboarding? Ski! It is my favourite winter hobby. Before kids, my husband and I would get some night skiing in multiple times a week after work. This year my oldest is finally big enough that we can take them out and hopefully force them to love it! haha

🎍 Do you decorate for the holidays? oh yeah! It was so fun this year with the kiddos. My oldest decorating the tree was hilarious, wrapping ribbon around the tree as if they were the first person ever to think of putting ribbon on a tree. They were so proud of themselves!

🎬 Favourite holiday movie? Home Alone! And the old school cartoon Grinch and stop-motion Rudolph - not sure if those actually count as movies since they are so short, but it's not Christmas until I watch them!

📖 Favourite holiday fanfic? All I Want for Christmas! Drunken confessions on Santa's lap - need I say more!

🎥 If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? Where would it take place? Taylor Zakhar Perez - he has that perfect cheesy Hallmark swag and he is a very pretty man! As for setting probably like a ski resort or something.

tagging @francesrose3, @juliakayyy, @lupeloto, @zutaralesbian, @bawlbrayker. @suzy-queued, @iansw0rld, @depressedstressedlemonzest, @tanktopgallavich, @transmickey & @meagaboooo if you wanna share and if not have a happy holidays! 🎁