#Christmas Chocolate Gifts Australia

[brezzegiftsseo]

The Symphony of Flavors: Elevating Festive Gatherings with Wine & Cheese Hampers

The holiday season is a time for celebration, a period when we gather with loved ones to share joy, laughter, and, of course, delectable food and drinks. While the festive table is often brimming with various treats, there’s one combination that consistently stands out for its sophistication, versatility, and pure indulgence: wine and cheese. When paired thoughtfully, these two culinary delights create a symphony of flavors that can elevate any gathering, transforming a simple meal into an extraordinary experience. This year, instead of searching for individual gifts, consider the art of gifting an experience through curated wine and cheese hampers, perfect for creating a truly memorable festive feast. These hampers offer a curated selection that tantalizes the taste buds and sparks moments of joy.

Finding the perfect present for loved ones during the holiday season can be a daunting task. However, Christmas Gift Baskets Australia that focus on wine and cheese pairings offer an elegant and universally appreciated option. These hampers transcend the ordinary, presenting a curated selection that is designed to delight the recipient’s senses. Whether you’re catering to a wine connoisseur, a cheese aficionado, or someone who simply enjoys the finer things in life, a thoughtfully assembled wine and cheese basket delivers on all fronts. You can curate these baskets with various themes, from rustic to elegant, or to suit the individual tastes of your recipients. They provide more than a gift; they provide an experience.

The festive season isn’t complete without a touch of sweetness, which is where Christmas Chocolates and Gifts Australia become the perfect addition to these pairings. Think of these additions as the finale of your tasting experience. You could include artisan chocolates that enhance the wine's flavors or a selection of chocolate-covered fruits that complement the cheeses. Adding these treats provides an additional layer of sophistication and pure indulgence to the hampers. They also provide a wonderful balance and contrast to the savory flavors of the wine and cheese. Such a combination makes the entire hamper a gourmet experience.

When the occasion calls for an extra touch of indulgence, Luxury Chocolate Hampers Australia paired with fine wines and gourmet cheeses, create a truly unforgettable experience. These are designed to be a step above your usual offerings, incorporating top-shelf wines, artisanal cheeses, and high-quality chocolates. They also include exquisite presentation, from elegant boxes to beautifully arranged interiors. When gifting these hampers, you’re not just giving items, you are offering a full sensory experience of sophistication. These hampers make a very memorable impression, showing your care and attention.

For businesses seeking to express gratitude or build relationships during the holiday season, Corporate Christmas Gift Baskets Australia featuring wine and cheese pairings offer a sophisticated solution. These are much more impactful than standard corporate gifts, and create a memorable impression that clients and employees will truly appreciate. These hampers can be tailored to suit different tastes and budgets. You can choose to include branding or specific corporate messages to give it an extra touch. A well-presented corporate basket is a powerful way to show appreciation. It's a present that perfectly captures the generosity of the holiday season.

The magic of wine and cheese pairings lies in the art of choosing complementary flavors. Rich, full-bodied red wines, such as Shiraz or Cabernet Sauvignon, go well with aged Gouda or cheddar, with the wine's strong qualities bringing out the savory and nutty flavors of the cheese.  On the other hand, a crisp, dry white wine, such as Sauvignon Blanc or Pinot Grigio, complements the fresh and tangy flavors of goat cheese or brie. You can also experiment with sweet wines, like Port or Sauternes, which make an excellent pairing with rich blue cheeses. This is what makes pairing exciting and adds another layer of depth to the overall experience.

The beauty of curating your own wine and cheese hamper is in the personalization. Consider the tastes and preferences of the recipient, and choose items that cater to their specific liking. Include some locally sourced artisan cheeses, paired with wines from reputable vineyards. You can also include a selection of crackers, olives, fruits, and chutneys that enhance the flavors of both the wine and the cheese. Add a cheese knife or a wine opener to elevate the whole experience. The options for customization are vast, enabling you to create a truly unique and thoughtful gift.

Beyond the delights that wine and cheese offer, these pairings provide a unique opportunity for shared experiences. The act of tasting and discussing various flavors fosters conversation and connection. When you receive a hamper that includes such an element, you are also receiving an opportunity to share a moment with your loved ones. This makes the gifting more than just a transaction, but an avenue for bringing people together. These kinds of hampers enhance the entire occasion.

When you are creating a hamper, pay close attention to the presentation. The sensory experience is improved by the overall beauty of the appearance. Opt for a beautifully crafted box or basket and arrange the items in an appealing manner, using decorative elements such as ribbons, bows or natural elements like dried flowers to add to the charm. The present is enhanced by this attention to detail, which gives it a hint of elegance and class. The initial visual impact also enhances the perception of the gift.

This festive season, let Breeze Gifts help you elevate your gifting with our carefully curated wine and cheese hampers. Whether you're looking for sophisticated Christmas Gift Baskets Australia, a touch of sweetness with Christmas Chocolates and Gifts Australia, a luxurious experience with our Luxury Chocolate Hampers Australia, or an impressive Corporate Christmas Gift Baskets Australia, we have the perfect selection to make this holiday truly special. Our hampers are designed to delight, inspire, and create lasting memories. Choose a gift that is not just something you give but an experience you share.

[ryansbedroom]

Merry Xmas 2024 to everyone!

[josephquinnswhore]

Christmas Eve - joel miller x female reader

summary: Christmas Eve with your husband.

word count: 2k

content warning: fluff..slight insinuations to sex, girl dad joel, heavily pregnant reader, anxiety surrounding pregnancy, birth etc. Pre established marriage, joel is in his early 30’s. no outbreak. I think that’s it?

a/n: it’s chrissy eve in Australia… 10:15pm as I’m posting this. Merry Christmas to all my moots / fans of Joel / Pedro / whoever reads this. Love you all x

Lights draped around the window frames and along the porch were strung up, emitting a golden glow along the cleared pathway to the front door. Tinsel is tightly wrapped around the wooden frame of the steps to your front house, complete with a beautiful wreath on your front door.

Through the curtains, you could make out Joel’s figure up on the step ladder, hanging more lights in the living room.

As you step foot into your home, the harsh wind follows you as you tap the snow off your boots on the doormat, a freezing breeze curls up your neck, making you shudder.

But as the front door closes behind you, all you feel is warmth. The ugly Christmas sweater you wore has poorly stitched reindeers, snowflakes and the ugliest shade of green you’d ever seen. Alas, You’re shocked to see Joel wearing his matching sweater as you step through the threshold of the living room.

Tinsel hangs along the hallways, the smell of the pine tree fills your lungs with warmth. Never did you think it could be possible to crave a smell—until now. The fresh scent of pine tree that Joel had cut down, he and Tommy had lugged it into your living room to use as a Christmas tree upon your insistence.

He turns to face you, raising an eyebrow at your messy hair and few intact snowflakes on your sweater. In hand, you’re clutching a sacred tin of powdered hot chocolate.

His ugly Christmas sweater is the same as yours, but red. His dark hair is littered with greys, feral curls untamed and his face framed with a pair of thick specs. The rainbow lights he’s hanging up with a hammer and nail reflect in them for a moment, before he removes them. His sweet, warm brown eyes meet your own.

“House looks good baby,” you call softly, admiring how beautiful the decorations looked with his determination, not allowing you to do anything more than decorate the tree, and wrap the gifts, since it was your favourite part about Christmas, excluding the gingerbread baking.

He climbs down the ladder, hooking his glasses through the neckline of his sweater, setting the hammer and nails onto the flat surface at the top of the step ladder.

“Without your vision this never would have come to life. Sarah’s going to love it.” He preens, stepping toward you. “How was it out there?” With an all recognisable voice of concern, you smile.

It was beginning to snow outside, and Joel was anxious the entire time you’d been gone.

“Chaotic, shopping on Christmas Eve isn’t for the weak. I had to practically fight an old lady to get this tin of hot chocolate you know?”

His soft laugh breaks the tension of his anxiety, just glad to have you back. His arms snake around you, resting on your hips. “Sounds like you needed your man to come with you hm? I’ve got no problems protecting my girl from the oldies.”

“I can handle them, plus.. I’m glad you stayed. Sarah’s going to be so happy when she sees all of this. Did you remember to do Santa’s footprints with flour?”

Tsk. “So much distrust baby, course I remembered, I ain’t the one with baby brain y’know?”.

You roll your eyes at him, shoving his chest lightly. “And who’s fault is that, hm?”

Joel chuckled as you rolled your eyes, knowing how much you secretly loved his teasing. He followed your gaze to the lights before smiling, proud of his work.

"I’ll take half the blame, honey," he said,

“If you don’t recall, I’ll recite the way you begged me to get you pregnant—“

With your cheeks warming you interrupt. “Alright.. alright. I remember.”

His thumb leaves your waist, curling into your cheek to caress you softly with adoration. "I’m glad you convinced me, baby. You look so beautiful, you’re glowing.”

Your cheeks feel warm at his praise. The warmth of the fire crackling inside of the living room begin to ease the ache in your joints, particularly your knees and ankles.

“I look and feel like a whale.” It had been hard on you, anyone could see, with your stomach so round and swollen, the Christmas sweater struggled to stretch over your stomach to cover it entirely.

Joel shook his head, slipping his warm hands underneath your sweater to caress your aching stomach in a soothing notion.

"No," he protested softly. "You look like my beautiful, pregnant wife who is about to bring a little bundle of joy into the world. Half of me, and half of you.”

With a soft hum, you find yourself smiling. The thought warmed your heart, a small bundle of love, made of you and him. “Flattery will get you everywhere with me, Joel Miller.”

"Hm?" Joel hums in return, planting a kiss on your cheek, his nose nudging your own. "That's good to know, I might have to use that to my advantage."

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. "Maybe... it'll get me everything I want."

With a baited breath, you breathe out a shaky response. “And what is it that you want?”

"Hmm..." Joel pretended to ponder about it for a moment, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips again, fingers curling into the curved surface.

"Since you asked," he murmured, his voice low and enticing. "All I really want for Christmas is to spend it with you. But if you're looking for a more tangible gift, I guess I could think of a thing or two."

With a roll of your eyes, you snag a candy cane off of the tree beside you, and uncurl the plastic and stick the hooked peppermint lolly into your mouth, sucking the flavour off with a pop.

“Hot chocolate first.” You insist, kissing his cheek, leaving sticky residue on his warm skin. “I didn’t drive through a snowstorm and fight an old lady for nothing.”

You shake the tin of chocolate powder as if to remind him, garnering his attention.

Joel chuckled wipes the sticky candy cane residue off his cheek. “You got it mumma. Hot chocolate first, then I'll tell you what I really want for Christmas."

Joel gestured towards the couch by the fireplace with one hand and an expectant gaze.

"Go take a seat and relax. I'll make the hot chocolate, and then you can tell me about that beautiful baby of ours and how you’re feeling."

He swats your ass softly, amusement clear in his voice.

“Thanks baby. For everything. My feet are killing me.” Minutes later you graciously accept the warm mug of hot chocolate, the white mini marshmallows are soft and starting to melt.

"Anything for you baby.” You know he means it too.

He took a seat on the couch beside you, the leather sinking under his weight. "How's everything been today? Any contractions?"

You shake your head with a small mouthful of the gooey, warm, sweet drink. “No, nothing yet. I feel like she’s never going to come at this rate..”

A soft hum vibrates within your chest as he encourages you to shift towards him, and he props your feet up onto his lap to remove your shoes and socks, promptly massaging your swollen ankles.

“Do you think she’ll come before the new year?”

Joel continued massaging your ankles, looking down at your huge baby bump as you rubbed it tentatively, he can sense some anxiety coming from you as a first time expectant mother.

Sure, you’d practically raised Sarah since she was twelve months, but this was different. A newborn, the birth.. that was all new to you.

"Hard to tell, baby," he said with a thoughtful expression, not wanting to cause you any stress. "But judging by how big you are, I wouldn't be surprised if she decided to make her debut soon."

He looked up at you, his gaze meeting yours as he decided to pry further, coaxing the truth from you. "You feeling ready for the big day yet?"

“I’m terrified,” you admit in a gentle whisper between you, a sudden sense of vulnerability curates between the two of you. It makes it all the more real.

Joel's expression softened as you admitted your fears, his fingers pausing in massaging your ankles. Watching as you set your now empty mug down onto the coffee table, having satiated your sweet tooth.. for now.

"Hey, I get it," he reassures quietly, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your foot in a comforting gesture this time, rather than a massage. "Giving birth is a big deal, baby. But you're gonna be incredible. You're strong, you're capable, and I'll be right there with you every step of the way. I promise.”

Joel smiled warmly, squeezing your shoulder gently as you slowly processed his words of encouragement, that no matter what happened through the birth, you’d soon have a family of four. “You’re right.. it’s all going to be okay.”

"You're damn right it's going to be okay," he said with conviction. "Because we've got each other, Sarah, and our precious little girl.. Sadie, right?”

He moved his hand from your feet, leaning closer to place his hands on your stomach, feeling his daughter actively kick at his affectionate touch. Seeing you nod in confirmation. “Yeah.. Sadie.”

"Just think, in a few days, you'll be holding our baby in your arms."

The thought is overwhelming, a small baby in your arms, Sarah, who had turned six earlier in the year. She was stoked to be a big sister, asking every day when the baby was coming. Constantly cradling your heavy stomach with her small hands, singing as she prompts the baby to kick.

The image of innocence, a young child that still believes in Santa, which will hopefully carry into the next few years of your lives.

The thought makes you smile, wrapping dozens of presents for everyone and sticking them under the tree for all of you, your family of four plus Tommy and Maria who annually joined you for Christmas celebrations.

Joel glances around the living room, taking in the sights of the lights and the decorations that adorned the house. The tree stood in a corner, covered in colorful, homemade decorations from Sarah, the topper at the top of the tree shaped like a snowflake coloured in with a half dozen colours being Joel's favorite of them all.

"You know," he said softly, his hand still resting on your tummy. "This is going to be our last Christmas as a a family of three..."

The thought makes your heart ache with guilt or perhaps anxiety, biting into your lower lip. “It’s all a bit much isn’t it?”

"Yeah, it is," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. He was getting older now, creeping into his early thirties. To start over again, he felt a little out of practice.

"It's a lot to take in, baby, I know. But that doesn't mean it's a bad thing. We can do this together, Tommy and Maria will help.. we aren’t doin’ this alone. Sarah will adore our little girl. And I know you’re goin’ to be an incredible mother.”

Ever the romantic.

With a wry smile and your heart swelling inside of your chest, you offer him what he had indignantly prompted for earlier in the evening. “Want to try and get this baby out?”

Your hand trails through his hair with a suggestive smile. Joel raised an eyebrow at your suggestion, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"Hmm... Now that's a proposition I can get on board with, baby."

[noelkowald]

On what occasions are chocolate gifts important?

Introduction

Chocolates are purchased either for personal consumption or for giving to someone else as gifts. Occasions like weddings, anniversaries, and birthdays are often used for giving chocolates as gifts to people who are celebrating their birthday, anniversary, or getting married. Chocolates can be given away as gifts to someone we love as a symbol of the love and care that we have. Chocolates have a unique taste that appeals to people of all ages across the world and people love to receive chocolates as gifts. Chocolates are categorized into two types based on the way they are made: these are machine-made chocolates and handmade chocolates.

Different types of chocolates

Both handmade and machine-made chocolates can have many categories within them like dark chocolates, milk chocolates, nut chocolates, Ginger chocolates, fruit cream-centered chocolates, and many more. Chocolates these days are mostly made from natural ingredients like cocoa powder and cocoa butter mixed with different natural ingredients to make different flavors and types of chocolate. Chocolates are among the most loved confectionaries when it comes to children who would never settle for anything less than chocolates. On birthdays and other parties, children often demand chocolates and consume them with delight.

Occasions for chocolate gifts

Chocolate gifts are given on many occasions apart from personal occasions like weddings, anniversaries, and birthdays. On festivals like Easter and Christmas, there is a tradition in Australia that people give chocolates to each other to celebrate the tradition of giving something sweet to their loved ones. It is not just individuals who give chocolate gifts to each other but even in corporate circles, clients are entertained by giving them a variety of chocolate gifts with savor before conducting any business. Some deals that are negotiated are also celebrated using chocolate gifts between the parties concerned. Giving chocolates as gifts is a tradition as old as chocolates.

Conclusion

Giving away chocolate gifts is a part of Australian culture and tradition as chocolates are quite popular among all segments of Australian society. All kinds of chocolate makers whether those be machine-making chocolate companies or companies that make chocolates with hands ensure that chocolate gifts are wrapped in attractive packages. Chocolate gifts have custom messages and attractive graphics that make them appeal to viewers and receivers alike. On many occasions, chocolate gifts are often given away to strangers who may be homeless or destitute by generous people.

[mickyschumacher]

[APHRODISIAC CHOCOLATES! PT.1]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: they say you should learn something new every day. in oscar's case, he learns he should really read the fine prints. or in which oscar's secret santa gift comes into use. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (minors dni), protected sex (for the 1st time ever here) childhood lovers (bc oscar IS this trope), face sitting/riding + consent, p in v, teasing, oral sex, mutual orgasms, (over)consumption of aphrodisiacs, mentions of spiders :(

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: oscar piastri x gf!fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: as usual, proofread-ish. for the majority who thought aphrodisiacs and oscar sounded good... hope you like it! ♡︎

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Summer cleaning. You did it every January with Oscar when he came back home to Australia. The reasons you did it? Well, it gave you some peace and the pure free time you had with Oscar was limited. It didn't sound that fun but every year, you managed to make the most of it by reminiscing all the old memories you made, the past year or long ago. The bonus side: you kept things clean!

Last January you had both found an old scrapbook of Oscar and you that you had poorly made with the glue sticks that bare stuck no matter how much you slathered onto the paper, various croppings of coloured paper, loose glitter that hung on by a thread, and the cheapest driest markers you had found (you both thought you took them from primary school).

As horrifically it was made, it was sweet, sending you back down memory lane. The part that made the best was the secret confession in the back of it Oscar had written down with his god-awful six-year-old handwriting. Upon seeing 'really' spelt 'rallllly' and 'pretty' as 'pritty', it was safe to say, Oscar rushed to put the book back as quickly as you found it.

"Babe... what happen to cleaning?" Oscar queried, hand resting on the top of step ladder with raised brows as he looked down at you on the floor. He was moving around the books you stored at the top shelf of

You were sprawled on the floor, relishing the cool breeze the fan brought you. "It's 30 degrees, bro. What do you want me to do? I'm tired. The air outside is warm. It's gross," You complained, feeling your skin stick to the floorboards.

Oscar narrowed his eyes at your words, taking careful steps down the ladder now. "First of all, don't ever call me 'bro' again. Because that's fucking gross," He told you, taking your hand and pulling you up from the floor. "Secondly, you are sugar crashing. We probably should've had lunch an hour or so ago."

You pouted at the sound of sugar, slumping against Oscar's shoulder. "Why are we doing this?" You groaned.

Oscar chuckled, holding you tighter against him. "We're doing this so you don't call me in a few weeks and scream about spiders popping up everywhere."

You curled your lip in annoyance, pushing yourself off of him. "You suck," You retorted, walking over to your fridge. You took a moment to savour the cold air radiating from it as you opened the door before searching for something cold to eat. Your heart deflated at the mostly empty fridge. You hadn't been able to go shopping because everyone was either closed or had close early. You didn't even have any ice cream! The sheer audacity...

Your eyes flickered over your options before a red box caught your eye. You gasped, taking out the container and dangling it in front of Oscar. "We still need to finish these!"

Oscar turned his head towards you, recognising the red box quickly. It was part of the pack of sweets Daniel had given him for Secret Santa last year. To be honest, Oscar didn't have that much of sweet tooth. At least, he had nothing on you. He knew the moment he got it, it was going into his suitcase with prayers that it didn't melt in the Oceanic heat during transit.

While spending Christmas with your families, you, his sisters, and Oscar (mostly you) had taken the liberty to consume most of the candy. By the time you had eaten all the candy canes and small bits, the sight of the mere red box of chocolates made all of you feel sick. So you put it inside your fridge, saving it for some other desperate time. And said desperate time had soon come around in early January during your summer cleaning.

While Oscar would've preferred actual food to eat, he too was at his wits ends. When he nodded, he watched you excitedly come towards him as if you were preparing for your sugar rush.

You sat next to him, knee-to-knee. Opening the box without thinking too much, you both began eating the variety of chocolates. They were in various shades of brown and white, topped of with edible glitter or other candy. You were more than halfway through the box before you wondered what the different flavours were. You popped another into your mouth before closing the box to turn to it's back.

Raspberry... hazelnut... cinnamon.... maca root... epimedium?

Wait what?

"Oh fuck." You heard Oscar whisper.

You raised a brow, lowering the box, still finishing the piece in your mouth. "What's wrong?"

Oscar winced, sucking in a sharp breath before turning the front of the box to you, index finger pointing at the fine print underneath the brand's name.

APHRODISIAC CHOCOLATES.

Effects dependent on the amount eaten and the person. Eat at your own risk.

Your eyes widened, hand almost dropping the box. "Oscar... there's like three left."

Oscar's mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. He pondered the gift. No wonder Daniel was smiling so weirdly at him after he received his gift. That plus his incessant texting, asking whether he had finished all the candy. Shit...

A nervous laugh fell from Oscar's lips as his ears turned red. "I mean... it won't work, right? Surely... this is a scam... a gimmick?"

Your mouth was dry. "Let's check online, hmm?" You told him, taking out your phone. Oscar shuffled closer next you, eyeing the screen cautiously. Typing the product name into the search bar, you felt your cheeks become hot once the results came pouring in.

The best chocolates for sex in 2023!

Horny chocolates for horny lovers. See our favourites!

Viral aphrodisiac chocolates reviewed to be really good.

You pressed your lips, clicking on the last link. Your eyes skimmed the page. You could hear Oscar read the reviews, voice getting louder with every passing second. "Was unsure but no regrets... Bedroom was on fire.. more than... t-three rounds?! Be careful how many you consume... effects stronger with more consumption.... lasts up to three hours?!"

You laughed awkwardly. "S-Surely not. I'm mean not that it's terrible but we still have cleaning to do. I'm sure these are fake reviews... you know like to disguise drop shipping." It was a poor excuse slipping from the likes of your mouth but it was an excuse nonetheless.

Oscar nodded slowly. "Right... cleaning! Yes, that's... that's it! We should probably do that," He told you taking the box out of your hands and putting it to the side.

You and Oscar weren't necessarily awkward or shy about sex. You communicated perfectly well. But the concept of eating aphrodisiac chocolates that were given by his co-worker much less a fellow Australian definitely sent the both of you down the lane of uncertainty.

To be honest, you weren't feeling anything anyways... yet.

Together, the both of you had managed to get all the cleaning done. The thought of the chocolates were long gone after you had multiple Daddy Long Legs come out of the attic, half scaring you to death and sending Oscar into a fit of laughter (although he wouldn't admit he was terrified for a brief second).

Having enough and thrilled you were finished, you were both down to take a nap in your bedroom with all the doors closed and the aircon on blast.

━━━━━━━━━━━

Your nap was going great. It was so good you were sure the red lines of your sheets were embedded into your skin. You were dreaming... it was hot and sticky, it was in the shower for a second and the beach the next and Oscar's hands were all over you.

But all goods things must come to an end.

Especially if it means waking up in Oscar's arms, ass pressed against his hard cock and his hips rutting against you.

With sleepy eyes, you tilted your head to capture a glimpse of Oscar who looked wide awake with a sheen of sweat covering his face. His arms around you tightened when he met your eyes. You furrowed your brows. "Os.. did you not sleep?"

A strained sigh fell from his lips, releasing his hot breath onto your shoulder. "How could I? You were moaning my name and these fucking chocolates are killing me here. God, you sounded so good, baby," Oscar whispered, lips ghosting the shell of your ear.

Your eyes closed naturally at his touch. You were sure you were already wet from the dream but the tingling between your thighs was intensifying. "Oscar," You softly whined.

His hips jerked against you, making you both moan quietly. "I need you, sweetheart. Let me eat you out... please," He pleaded, feeling his cock impossibly tighten.

Clenching your thighs together, you nodded frantically. At your notion, you watched Oscar peel himself away from you. You couldn't hide the shock on your face when you discovered he had already removed his pants long ago. He had been grinding into your ass naked. His cock stood straight, skimming the surface of his lower stomach. It looked different. Angrier... harder... not necessarily bigger but it stood as if it was ready to ruin you.

Oscar eagerly spread your legs with both of his hands, cursing when he saw the patch of wet darkness on your shorts. Carefully, he took away your short, leaving in your panties which were fully damp and clinging to every possible fold of yours. "Shit," He muttered, fingers gingerly pulling the front of your underwear so it was tightly pressed against your pussy.

In his peripheral, he could see your legs squirm, getting antsy for his touch. If he was being honest, Oscar could barely think straight. All this aphrodisiac in his system had sent him overdrive. He couldn't tell what he wanted to do first. Whether he should rub his cock against you so the both of you came like two virgin teenagers going at it for the first time... if he should just fuck you to oblivion or whether he should eat you and find every crevice till you were shaking against him and begging for more..

"Ride my face," Oscar simply stated, peeling away your underwear to reveal your bare pussy. He clenched his jaw, restraining himself from taking you right then and there.

You gasped at the intrusion of cold air on your hot folds. Oscar had said something... what was it again? "R...Ride your face?" You shakily whispered. "A-Are you sure? I... don't you need to breathe?"

In any other moment, Oscar would've laughed lightly. But his need for you was far too strong. He nodded, moving to the side so he laid on his back. "Baby, I've never been so sure of something in my life. Trust me. I've got you," He assured, lust thick with his promise.

You sucked in a sharp breath, unable to mull over the proposition because your answer was already clear by the way your pussy was clenching around nothing and your arousal had increased ten-fold. You moved over Oscar's body, hovering over his face. His hot breath sent a shudder up your spine while his hands naturally placed themselves on your hips, slowly pulling you down, legs on either side of his face.

A groan slipped out of his lips. The scent of your arousal was intoxicating Oscar. He could've sworn that he was fucking pussy-drunk.

Your mouth fell open upon feeling his nose against your clit and his warm tongue flat against your folds. "Oh, fuck," You moaned, thighs tensing around Oscar's face.

Oscar lapped at your juices, slurping all he could while he explored every crevice of your folds. His head jutted against your legs, nose sloppily knocking against your throbbing clit.

Your hands flew to his brown locks, tugging at the sheer pleasure running through your body right now. Any tension or worries you had about suffocating Oscar had melted away, hips already leaning in to put as much of your weight on his face as one could humanely allow, rocking your hips to get even more friction.

His tongue dragged up your folds, finding your swollen bundle of nerves as he came up for air. Oscar just couldn't help it. The urge to get a taste of you shuddering against him was overwhelming. But as he sucked your clit gently, his brown eyes of his flickered up to your face and what a sight it was.

You had completely lost yourself.

Eyes clamped shut, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, sweat littering the surface of your skin, nipples hard against your shirt... fuck. If he knew you would feel and look this good, he would've made you ride his face ages ago.

Despite losing your senses, your body still was restraining from putting your full weight on him. Oscar could feel it as you tried to lift yourself in the attempt of self-control, making him chase for your pussy. But the rise of your hips came one too many times and Oscar had enough, fingers tightening around your thighs with an ironclad grip, holding you close to him.

You squirmed against his hold. All those chocolates... you had both eaten them because you were hungry. But Oscar had only become more starved and thirsty as he drank you as though he was dehydrated. You were so wet that his tongue was practically swimming between each fold.

Hips rutting against his face, your head fell back as his lips moved back to your clit, suctioning the bundle of nerves while stars began to invade your vision. You had barely said anything, so lost in the pleasure, forgetting to praise his art. It was like your brain was so dazed that it wouldn't sync up to your mouth, only allowing for your whimpers and moans to join the lewd slurping of Oscar's.

You couldn't care anymore. The stars were so close... you let your full weight rest on Oscar, making him grin against your heated cunt. Your grip on his hair tightened, the coil in your stomach snapping as his movements became sloppy, drool seeping from the corners of his mouth.

Your body is trembling against his face, convulsing around his tongue while the only thing you can manage to let out is a series of broken moans and obscenities under your breath.

Oscar feels you fall limp, muscles tired from tensing and exerting more energy than usual. He slowly lifted you off of him, shifting you next to him as both of your chests heaved with deep breaths. His head fell against the pillow. "I could do that till I die."

You swallowed the saliva that had built up in your mouth, nestling into the pillow. You let out a soft laugh but it slowly died down once the seriousness of Oscar's tone finally registered. Your eyes travelled down his cock, standing angrier than ever, leaking with pre-cum. From what you were seeing, Oscar must've been in pain.

You shifted closer to Oscar, sweaty skin sticking to his own. You peeled off your shirt, sighing at the cold air skimming your breasts. Without a second thought, Oscar's hands were on them, groping and fondling them. Back arching, you fell closer to his touch, pushing yourself into him.

He was distracting you.

"Oscar," You whimpered at the squeeze of your nipple in response. "Fuck me."

Oscar's hands paused, eyes flickering to you. His breathing had gotten quiet all of a sudden while his eyes darkened. "How?" He asked. "H-How do you want me to fuck you?" His voice cracked slightly with the heavy strain of lust–well, partly the aphrodisiacs-weighing it down.

You pulled yourself away from him, sprawling yourself comfortably on the bed. "However you want."

"Fuck," Oscar groaned, eyes closing at your words before pushing himself up to remove his shirt. He moved to hover his body over you. His hooded eyes flickered over you, full with admiration. You looked like a hot mess. His mess... that he made. You were going to kill him.

His brain must of been short circuiting, however. He blinked blankly at you. "Shit, I don't have a–"

You interrupted him by reaching under your pillow, dangling the foil-wrapped packet in his face. Oscar slowly took what he was looking for from your hands, eyeing you with furrowed brows. "You just keep condoms under your pillow now?"

The sudden comment made you break into laughter, making Oscar's struggling to keep his heart at bay. You nodded your head, quietening down. "Yes, specifically for this occasion."

"When a friend gives me sex chocolates?" Oscar raised a brow, voice full of ridicule.

"Yep! Precisely."

Oscar rolled his eyes, shaking his head. You were bad at joking but to him, you were the world's best comedian. He tore the wrapping, hissing at the sudden contact as he rolled the condom onto his shaft. He blew a deep breath from his lips, sweat-ridden hair doing little to move out of his face.

His eyes fell to your still swollen pussy... so enticing... "I don't think I'll last long," Oscar admitted with a grave mumble, a flush of red scattering across his neck.

You smiled softly. "It's okay. You already gave me the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life... you can fuck me till you can't cum anymore."

Oscar's cock twitched against his stomach. He sure liked the sound of that.

His hands darted out to roam your body, embracing the feel of every curve or bump he could get his hands on. He heard your sharp inhale as his fingers danced around your v-line. Me too, he thought to himself.

Oscar couldn't take it anymore. He was practically blue-balling himself at this point. He lowered himself over you, feeling your hot breath envelope him. His cock slowly pressed against your folds, making both of you pause at the warm feeling tingling up your spines. "Shit," he groaned, watching your engorged folds try to grip any bit of his cock. "You're seriously going to kill me."

"A girl's gotta try," You teased, breaking into a small whimper as Oscar dragged the tip of his throbbing cock to your hole, skimming your clit along the way.

Your mouth fell open upon feeling Oscar pushing his hips into you. His cock entered your warm folds, stretching the tight walls of your soaked cunt. Your head lolled back into the softness of the pillows while a high-pitched whimper slipped past your lips.

Oscar grunted as he fully unsheathed his cock, bottoming out as much as he could. The feel of your pussy clenching around him with a vice-like grip was sending over him already. He could feel every part of you, hips flushed with yours while the tip of his cock nudged your cervix.

He began with shallow thrusts, rocking his hips against yours. "Fuck, you feel so good, baby," Oscar swore, eyes fluttering shut momentarily.

You moaned in response, savouring every inch of his cock that came in and out of you. "You fill up so well," You praised, hand travelling to his own to give him an affirming squeeze.

Oscar missed your lips. It felt like he hadn't touched them in a long time even though he had probably spent over half the morning with them today. Sloppily, his lips travelled across your jaw and met your soft pillowy ones. He could hear your muffled moans in the kiss as he rutted into you. Shit...

"Oscar," You whispered with a high mewl upon feeling his fingers roll your nipple in between them. You were going to kill him? More like he was going to kill you.

But you weren't lying. His cock was indeed filling you so well, having you clench around him like there was no tomorrow. You felt so... full... those fucking chocolates...

Speaking of which... Oscar was over these 'aphrodisiac chocolates' or whatever the hell they were. They were making him insane. Every moment he ever spent with you, whether it was on a date or in bed, he always felt like he was being driven insane (in the nicest possible way, of course). But these chocolates... it felt like he was aware of everything. Every reaction... every part of him was on fire... everything was amplified... ten-fold, no, a hundred.

You were both on the crest of your climaxes. Oscar could tell by the way you were gripping him, the sudden reduction of your words, and the dazed look in your eyes. And you could tell by the stutter of his hips and the twitch of his cock.

Oscar bent his head down towards your legs, spitting directly onto your bundle of nerves. Fuck, now your hips were stuttering as well, the familiar feeling of the coil in your lower abdomen unravelling. "Oscar, fuck, I'm going to–"

Oscar doesn't even have the decency to let you finish your sentence, hand rubbing dizzying circles on your clit, hips increasing it's pace, sending you flying into your second orgasm.

"Oh, shit, shit, that's it, baby," Oscar encouraged, fighting to keep his eyes open as the waves of pleasure began drowning him. You were just squeezing his cock so much. Your mouth is wide open as Oscar's hips faltered against yours. He rushed to take his cock out, hand jerking off the engorged shaft to spill every single drop of his hot white cum onto your stomach.

For a moment, it felt like the effects of the chocolates had worn off as Oscar collapsed on top of you without a single thought going through his mind. His chest heavily rose up and down, your chin nuzzling into his collarbone while he soothingly patted your head.

You both laid like that for over ten minutes, saying nothing, just revelling in each other's presence, naked.

"I think we're going to have to thank Daniel," You joked, finally regaining your words.

"Later," Oscar sucked in a sharp breath. "Like three hours later."

You furrowed your brows, looking up at Oscar, only for him to be looking down. Following his gaze, your eyes honed in on the object capturing both of your attention.

"Oh..."

𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[babybearnation]

driving home for christmas

⎇oscar piastri x gn!reader - you're spending christmas alone... or are you? (oneshot) ⎇author's note: my first ever oneshot and ofc, it's a gift fic hehe. MERRY CHRISTMAS @koalapastries I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!!!!! (also sorry, i know you're australian but i know nothing about australian xmas so uhhh reader lives in england) ⎇content warnings: crying, implied depression, light angst with a happy ending ⎇word count: 1.1k

Y/n sighs, nudging the fridge door shut with their hip, a few things rattling inside. Christmas steadily ticks closer and closer and they were not looking forward to when the day would actually arrive. For the first time ever, they'd be spending Christmas alone, and they weren't looking forward to it.

Y/n sighs once more before focusing on making their hot chocolate, craving that much needed chocolatey warmth. Maybe it would make them feel better. Probably not, but it was worth a shot, right?

A bleep from their phone pulls their attention away and they look down at the device, placing the milk to one side to pick it up. What greets them is a text from their boyfriend, Oscar, who'd gone home to celebrate Christmas with his family. The message preview is just a simple [image attached]. Y/n smiles softly and unlocks the phone, a frown quickly forming on their face instead mere seconds later.

It's a cute photo - Oscar's got a silly little Santa hat on and there are all manner of tinsel and light decorations behind him - but Y/n feels bitter and jealous. Why couldn't they be there, celebrating with Oscar and his family?

Y/n sends back a few simple hearts before locking the device and turning back to finish making their drink with a heavy sign. They cradle the hot cup in their palms and stare around at their undecorated apartment with tired eyes.

"This holiday season is gonna suck."

"Hey baby." Y/n says, smiling as Oscar's handsome face fills their phone screen. His camera is more pixelated than normal and he appears to be in a car, the occasionally jerk to his body being captured by the camera.

"Hey, sorry. Meant to call you at home but something came up and now I have to go somewhere. Still wanted to call though." Oscar's voice crackles through the speakers, and Y/n smiles softly. It's a bit rough, but it's better than Oscar not calling at all.

"Where you off to?" Y/n asks, tucking their legs under themself as they stare at Oscar's form, albeit a much poorer quality version. Oscar hums distractedly before registering what Y/n had said, a soft blush coating his cheeks. Y/n's eyebrows furrow in confusion. What could possibly have him so distracted?

"Just a last minute visit to a family friend, that's all. Travelling across half of Australia for it." Oscar says and Y/n hums, frowning softly as they avoid looking at the screen. "You okay?" Y/n sighs at that. Why did everyone have to ask them that question all the fucking time?

"Just... first Christmas all alone, remember? Not even a pet to keep me company." Y/n scoffs, tears building in their eyes. They sigh and lift their head up, blinking away tears. "Sorry..."

"Baby, please, don't be sorry. I'm not gonna claim to know how you're feeling but I'm always gonna be here for you. I'll spend as much of my Christmas with you as I can, I promise you that." Oscar says, the endearing sweetness that made Y/n fall for him evident in his voice. When Y/n looks back down at their phone after blinking away the handful of tears that had graced their eyes, they're greeted by a softly smiling Oscar. Seconds later, he turns his phone, his mum appearing on the screen instead.

"Hello sweetie. Keep your chin up, okay? Next year, you can spend it with us if you're still alone." Nicole says, beaming at Y/n. Y/n smiles and chuckles softly, wiping away the new batch of tears that had sprung up out of nowhere. God, why did this make them so emotional?

"Thank you, Mama Piastri. That means a lot." Y/n smiles softly. Nicole smiles and wishes them a Merry Christmas before the camera is filled with Oscar's far too handsome face again. He looks apologetic and Y/n knows he's about to say goodbye. It hurts, but Y/n can't prevent it.

"I gotta go now, okay? I'll talk to you as soon as I can." Oscar says, a genuine sadness staining his expression. Y/n smiles and says their goodbyes, the call ending seconds later. Their phone drops to their lap as tears flood down their face.

Y/n winces as the brightness of their phone screen hits their face and fills their vision. December 25th, 7:18am. Still nothing from Oscar. It had been over an entire day of no Oscar and Y/n was starting to worry they'd scared him off with their crying a few days ago.

With a groan, Y/n rolls out of bed, padding over to the window. They tug open the curtains, taking in the frost-covered grass at the front of their house. A unfamiliar car is parked outside and Y/n grumbles to themself about neighbours not having the courtesy to ask to use the parking space before doing so.

The more they observe the random newcomer car, the more they notice. The driver is still inside, and unlike the other, more familiar cars that dot the street, this one seems relatively unblemished by the ice and frost outside. Y/n furrows their eyebrows before sighing and turning from the window.

"What am I doing?" Y/n murmurs. They cross to their dresser and pull out some clothes when an insistent knocking sounds at the door. They huff and drop their clothes onto their bed before traipsing out of their room.

Seriously, who the fuck was knocking at damn near 7:30am on fucking Christmas Day? Y/n was alone, sure, but no one else they knew was alone and all of their neighbours kept to themselves on Christmas Day. So who the fuck was it?

Y/n tears the door open as they reach it before freezing, eyes wide in shock at who stands before them. "Oscar?"

"Surprise." Oscar says. Y/n doesn't let him speak further after that, diving into his arms. His bags clatter and thud against the floor as he drops them, lacing his arms around Y/n's torso. "You didn't think I'd let you spend Christmas all alone, did you?" He whispers into their hair.

Y/n pulls away and cups his face, tears threatening to drip from their lash line. Oscar reaches up and wipes away the dampness, a soft smile on his face. Y/n tugs him into a kiss, not caring who could see. Oscar responds eagerly, fingers dipping below the hem of their shirt, brushing along Y/n's soft skin.

"I love you. I love you so much. I love you, Oscar." Y/n says. It's the first time they've said it, yet they know they mean it with each and every fiber of their being. Oscar smiles and kisses them again, tugging them even closer.

"I love you too, baby. Merry Christmas."

© all rights to babybearnation 2024.

[mountsmase]

Christmas Markets

a/n: This one’s a little shorter than the first but I still hope you all enjoy it 🫶🏻 This was also scheduled so fingers crossed it posted on time

———————

Visiting a Christmas market with Mason is something I think about every year, walking around together with hot chocolates

whilst taking the time to look at all the various stalls and pop up shops, stopping every now and then to buy something or grab a bite to eat…

Maybe he even surprises you with it, like he knows you’ve wanted to go to one for ages since you didn’t get a chance to last year so he picks an evening that you’re both free and sets aside the time to take you

He gets home from training a couple of hours before you’re due to finish work and gets started on some house work that he knows you were planning on doing tonight, not wanting you to worry about still needing to do the chores when you get home and he’s waiting in the living room when you walk through the front door.

He doesn’t do anything extravagant to tell you where you’re going, instead just greeting you with a kiss and requesting that you go and get changed into some warm clothes. You do so without question, assuming that maybe you’re just taking Ace out for a walk like you do most evenings anyway, but then you get in the car, without Ace, and suddenly you’re not so sure.

You’re even more confused when he parks close to the city centre but the excitement takes over as soon as you turn the corner and realise where you’re going.

Going later in the evening as meant that the atmosphere is perfect. Twinkling lights cast a glow over the pathways and stools, the smell of cinnamon and mulled wine spills from the food stands and the crowds are a little quieter with it being later in the day, making it the perfect time to explore.

You walk hand in hand, stopping every couple of metres to look at the different products that the stalls are selling and you can’t help but pick up some dinner from one of the food ones, finding a bench to sit and have some food before getting some churros and a hot chocolate each to eat on the walk around the rest of the market.

We know Mason probably buys loads of little gifts and presents for his nieces and nephew, especially in the build up to Christmas, so when you pass a stand making personalised baubles he of course has to stop and get some made for them. He makes one for each of them, printing their names onto ones that match their different personalities, planning to send them over to Australia for Stacey’s kids and keep the others so that the girls can add them to the tree when they come up to visit for Christmas. You also get one personalised for the two of you to add to your tree in celebration of your first Christmas living together. The tree only went up a couple of days ago, but you’ve already brought multiple new decorations to add with it, and this one will definitely get its space front and centre.

You do a little more Christmas shopping, some jewellery for his mum and sister as well as a few other random pieces that you know people will like and it makes you so excited to get everything wrapped up ready to open with everyone on Christmas morning.

Maybe you even stop at a few stands that have games like ‘hook a duck’ set up, and Mason encourages you to keep going until you win a prize, happily paying for all your goes as well as his own until he finally wins you the giant teddy bear that you had you eye on. You feel a bit ridiculous as a grown adult going home with a giant teddy bear, but you love that you can take it home and keep it as a reminder of the night.

You even have a go on the ice skating rink, seeing if you’re still good from when you skated as a child, but you end up clinging the wall the whole session. Both of you are in fits of laughter as you struggle to even stay up right, only getting away from the wall during the last 5 minuets but it’s the thought that counts right?

You’d probably end up staying until the market closes with how much there is to see and do, neither of you checking your phones or allowing other distractions, just enjoying the quality time together before everyone comes up to Manchester to spend the Christmas period with you. It’s just the loveliest evening and one you’ll remember forever.

On the way home you might end up getting a cheeky McDonald’s if you’re still hungry (and you’re always craving chicken nuggets) and then you unpack all of the things you brought, adding your new bauble to the Christmas tree before running through your night time routines and heading to bed, cuddled up and content after a special evening.

———————

Day 4 Concept tomorrow 🎄

[the-offside-rule]

Jack Doohan (Alpine) - Timezone

Day 15 of Christmas

Prompt: Christmas in Different time zones

25 Days of Christmas

Christmas morning was quiet in Switzerland, soft snow covering the ground outside as Y/n woke up, stretching beneath the warm blankets. Her phone buzzed beside her, lighting up with a notification. She reached for it, her heart fluttering as she saw the familiar name.

Jack: Happy Christmas, love! Couldn’t wait to open the present you got me, but I held strong. Hope you’re having the best morning!

She could picture him back home on the Gold Coast, the sunshine spilling through the windows, a world away from the frosty air outside her window. A smile spread across her face as she typed out a response.

Y/n: Happy Christmas, Jack! Just woke up to your message. I’m about to head downstairs to the family for presents. Talk soon!

Putting her phone down, she threw on a cozy jumper and headed downstairs, where her family was gathered around the tree, mugs of hot chocolate and coffee in hand. The house was filled with warmth radiating off the fireplace, laughter, and anticipation. They began opening presents, passing gifts around the room one by one. Amid the cheerful chaos, Y/n noticed the neatly wrapped gift with her name on it, resting at the foot of the tree where she left it when she got to Switzerland. Before the couple parted ways for Christmas, they switched gifts, both promising not to open them until they were both awake on Christmas Day, which for Jack was tortue considering he was ahead in time. She picked it up, her eyes catching a small note on top in Jack's familiar handwriting: Call me first.

Excited, she slipped away from the bustle, stepping onto the balcony for a little privacy, and dialed Jack’s number. He picked up almost immediately, grinning wide with a Santa hat perched on his head, the bright Australian sun glowing behind him. "Good morning, gorgeous!" He beamed. "I’m calling you live from sunny Australia, where we’re getting the Christmas barbecue ready. Mum insisted on the Santa hat." He said, leaning the phone onto a glass. "Good evening to you then!" She laughed, savoring the warm familiarity of his voice. "Alright, I’ve got your gift here. Opening it now?"

"Yes, ma’am! Go on, I’m dying to see if you like it." She unwrapped the package carefully, her heart racing as the paper fell away to reveal a stunning collection of delicate jewelry; dainty earrings, a silver bracelet with tiny charms, and her favorite chocolates nestled between each piece. She gasped, speechless. Jack’s face softened as he watched her reaction. "I wanted my girl to feel like a princess, especially when you’re back in the paddock next season. You deserve it all." Her eyes sparkled as she looked back at him. "Jack, this is perfect. Thank you. Now, you better open yours!"

Jack chuckled, carefully unwrapping the gift he had stashed under the tree for the last two weeks. Inside, he found the watch he’d been eyeing for months, now engraved with his initials. This particular watch caught his fancy as it had two clocks on it that you could adjust to whatever time you wanted, so he figured if he were to ever get it, he would put Gold Coast's tome and Y/n's Timezone, just so he knew when to check in eith everyone when he was away. Beside it lay his favourite cologne, a scent she’d always loved on him. He shook his head in disbelief, letting out a low whistle. "Y/n, this is unreal!" His voice was filled with surprise. "You didn’t have to do this; this is way too much."

"Just a little something to keep you on time for once." He smiled warmly. "Well, I think I’ll be wearing this every single day now." He held the watch up to his wrist, grinning before looking back at her. "Alright, Santa, are you coming with me to start breakfast?"

"For you? Always." He laughed, switching the camera as she brought him into the kitchen, setting up her phone so they could chat while she made breakfast alongside him. They laughed and swapped stories of past Christmas mornings, his voice a soothing presence as she cracked eggs and flipped pancakes, the sound of sizzling meat drifting over from his side of the world. He talked about the barbecue his family was setting up and promised to save her a spot for next year.

Eventually, with plates ready and family members starting to call him over, Jack sighed. "Guess it’s time I head back to them, huh?" She nodded, the pang of missing him catching up to her again. "Alright, I’ll let you get to your barbecue." She said, blowing him one last kiss. His face softened, eyes warm. "Merry Christmas, Y/n. I love you."

"Merry Christmas, Jack. Love you, too." They ended the call, both hearts full despite the miles between them. Throughout the day, their phones buzzed with updates and photos, each small moment bridging the distance and bringing them closer as they shared their Christmases across time.

[verspia]

—𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

You frown in thought as you cradle a warm cup of hot chocolate in your hands, huddling a little close to the heat emanating from the fire place, which you’re seated in front of.

Christmas is one of your favorite holidays of, and this year, you celebrate it with your boyfriend, Oscar. Normally, with the end of the season, he would be in Australia with his family, spending the holiday under the blazing sun, not under frosted snowflakes and the biting cold of London with you.

The thought makes you pout a little, guilt eating at you for keeping him away from his family during the holidays, as if he isn’t apart from them for most of the year anyway.

Originally, you both were meant to go together, but with christmas being near, the visa application process had taken a lot longer than you’d both expected and that meant that you were only eligible to travel to down under after New Years.

You had insisted that Oscar leave without you, urging him to spend the christmas holiday with his parents and sisters, but he had resisted, arguing that he would make it up to them and it was far too late to book a flight, what with the rush that came during winter break, and you had reluctantly agreed.

That didn’t stop you from feeling guilty though, but you refrained from thinking about it more, knowing that there wasn’t much you could do about it.

Instead you wondered what you could gift your boyfriend for your first christmas together.

You knew that Oscar wasn’t much of a material person, and that he was happy with anything you would give him, but you wanted to do something meaningful.

Given the fact that gifts were your love language, both giving and receiving, it was important to you that you find the perfect gift for Oscar.

You worried your lip between your teeth as you pondered, when your eyes lit up with an epiphany, and you stood up abruptly, abandoning your hot chocolate on the kitchen top, grabbing your keys and heading out to the store immediately.

You payed no mind to the snow that nipped at your face, staining your cheeks a rosy red as you hurried out, charged with excitement for the gift that you had in mind.

When Oscar awakes on Christmas morning, you are not where you’re supposed to be, cuddled up in his arms, and the loss of your presence next to him startles him awake.

He steps into the living room, rubbing away any trace of bleariness from his eyes and finds you there, still in your pyjamas and with one of his hoodies on, Home Alone playing on the tv screen.

Your smile is radiant, and your zealousness for christmas is almost childlike. His heart warms at the sight of you and he smiles widely, trudging over to you.

“Why aren’t you in bed, love”

You turn around at the his voice, beaming impossibly wider, and your eyes sparkle with delight as you spot him.

“Oscar!” His name on your lips always makes him giddy, but the exhilaration in your tone today is tremendous, and vastly contagious, to the extent that Oscar begins to wear the same excitement you do.

“It’s Christmas! I was waiting for you,” You grab Oscar, pulling him on to couch with you, “We gotta open the gifts, Oh you’ll love what i’ve gotten you!”

Oscar stares fondly at you, “I’m happy with anything you give me, baby, you know that.”

You nod at him, not really paying attention, as you stand up and pull him along towards the direction of the christmas tree that you both had decorated together, weeks prior.

He happily lets you drag him along, and soon, both of you have unraveled the presents from your friends and family.

You open the gift that Oscar has gotten you, and gasp in elation, throwing yourself at Oscar, Thank you’s and I love you’s falling from your mouth as you pepper his face with kisses.

He laughs as he holds on to your waist, and then finally, both of you turn to the last present, that is inside a conspicuous bag, glittered golden.

You move over a little, eyes fixed on Oscar as he opens the bag, pulling out a cardboard box that is too, shimmering golden, with a red ribbon holding it together.

He unwraps it, and the sides of the box fall flat in five sections, each have attached a packet of Tim Tams on it, and another box stands proud in the middle.

Oscar uncovers the lid, and another lid appears, the words Merry Christmas on it and much like the first time, the sides fall into sections, each holding polaroids of you and Oscar.

The pictures are of monumental moments of your relationship, His first sprint win and you congratulating him with a kiss, his first podium as he smiles brightly, you wrapped up in his arms, smiling equally as bright. There’s photos of Oscar surprising you at your graduation ceremony, and kissing you when you win a debate’s competition, as well as a few pictures of your first date, and first kiss.

He pulls away the last lid, and finds a heart shaped letter inside, which he picks up and discovers a keychain for his car.

The keychain is shaped as a heart, and he examines it closely, accidentally clicking it open and finds both his and your initials together in a smaller heart inside.

He breathes softly, a little baffled at the thoughtfulness of the gift, and looks up at you, adoration clear in his eyes.

He’s a little breathless as he whispers I love you to you, and you smile shyly at him.

“Do you like it?”

Your eyes glimmer with hope and a little uncertainty, and Oscar pulls you into his lap, kissing you softly.

He’s not good with words, so he hopes to show to you just how happy you make him, pulling you closer than you’d ever thought possible, kissing you deeper to convey his appreciation to you.

You both are enveloped in a warmth that contrasts the dreary weather outside, but it’s clear that you both have a jolly christmas, under the shimmering pine tree.

This was inspired by this

didn’t proofread so pls don’t mind any errors

[landoom]

organised by @33max and @leatherandcherryblossoms - header from them

List of prompts

Day 10: 🧣 Holiday Travel (I won't be able to finish every prompt today but I'll keep going in January)

22/12 - 9 AM

For all the times he had to take a plane this year, Oscar only had a small delay when leaving for Italy and the 3h-long one in Hungary. He counted himself lucky for that but he had apparently run out of luck. 

Now that he’s waiting to fly back home for Christmas, he finds himself looking at the departure boards and at all the little red “cancelled” appearing on them. A snowstorm of hell is paralysing nearly all of Europe. 

And to make it worse, he’s not even in Monaco, where he could at least get back to his apartment. No. He’s in fucking Madrid because, once again, he was too kind and accepted to do a last sponsor event before going back to Australia for the break…

Oscar looks around at all the people around him, leaving the boarding gate to go ask for info at the desks probably. He could follow them and queue and wait but he really doesn’t feel like it so he just stands, grabs his backpack and walks to the nearest Starbucks where he proceeds to order the most decadent hot chocolate possible.

***

23/12 - 9AM

For all the places Oscar could have been on Christmas Eve’s Eve, Carlos’ apartment wasn’t on the list.

But still, here he is. Alone. He’s not sure if it makes the whole experience better or worse.

He still can’t believe he’s here when he was supposed to be in his Mum’s house in Melbourne… But the snow still falls all over Europe, preventing most planes from taking off. As he paces around the perfectly decorated living room, he checks the weather app again but the little snowflakes are still there… For the whole day… And the next… And the one after.

Slowly, he accepts he’s stuck there. In that town he doesn’t really know, in that flat that is not his. He supposes it could have been worse. He could have found himself in one of the rare hotels that still had free rooms just before Christmas.

At least, after calling Lando to tell him about his predicament and having his teammate answer with an “I know who can help you”, he ended up here. And if he still feels a bit wary of just touching things, the place is quite nicer than a dodgy hotel room.

He reckons he can order some take-out and video call his family at least…That’s not the Christmas he was hoping for but he can’t change the weather, can he?

***

24/12 - 9 PM

For all the people Oscar was expecting to spend Christmas Eve with, the Sainz family was nowhere on the list.

But here he is, in the middle of a huge table with too many people speaking too loud and too fast… Not that he can understand Spanish anyway.

On his right, there is Carlos. Carlos who came to the apartment in the morning and nearly kidnapped him because, apparently, he doesn’t hate Oscar enough to leave him to spend Christmas alone in an empty place.

And Oscar has to admit that, even if he still feels a bit awkward around Carlos’s family, the food is good, the house is homey, the dogs are cute and… Carlos is unexpectedly fun.

And taking a selfie with Carlos Sainz Sr is a good Christmas gift.

***

31/12 11 PM

Things were finally happening like they were supposed to. Oscar was spending New Year in Monaco, in a club Max had privatised for his friends including a few drivers.

There was still a tiny unexpected detail, though…

The man currently sitting next to him in the booth. The man whose arm was around his shoulder. The man he was going to kiss at midnight.

“Carlos?”

“Yes, carino.”

Oscar didn’t answer but decided he could kiss his boyfriend a few more times before 2025.

[fionajames]

Christmas with the Clone Wars

A/N: HEYY GUYSSS! This is basically some headcanons about Christmas for the Clones in my fix-it au on and about Nay Mets!!!! So sorry for being so horrible and slow about updating :/ Enjoy, and send some requests please! And ofc, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!! (from Australia!!!)

Ahsoka

Ahsoka is Christmas crazy.

Basically reverts back to how she was at fourteen years old.

Obsessed with everything, proper Christmas fanatic.

Spends hours and hours in Kmart or Target or whatever looking through stuff for Christmas presents. Buys most people soft toys and ends up stealing the one she buys Anakin a lot.

Badly singing Christmas songs.

Woke Anakin up on December 1st (I know that's not true really, because the dates are different, but imagine it that way anywhere) by blasting ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ at 6am.

Literally a ball of absolutely chaotic excitement on Christmas days. 

Anakin

Threw the cup of water usually by his bedside table on Ahsoka when she woke him up with Mariah Carey.

Badly sings Christmas songs with Ahsoka, and gets all up in Obi-Wan’s face when he does.

Super excited for Christmas, but forgets to do anything for it and ends up at the local retail store at 8pm buying random shit.

Wraps everything at 11pm on Christmas Eve.

Cheap supermarket christmas cards with weird cartoons on them for EVERYONE. Inside is messily scribbled ‘To {INSERT NAME},’ the printed, ‘Merry Christmas and Season's Greetings!’ message and then, even messier ‘From Anakin.’

Very happy though, just joyful because there were holidays like this on Tatooine, but he never really got to appreciate them because of being enslaved.

Obi-Wan

Needs a coffee. So bad.

He is so organised though. Had everyone's gifts and wrapped like a week before Christmas, and all of them are actually good, thoughtful and all.

Did most of the decorating, and all the event organising.

He’s not upset though, he’s pleased.

Goes to church for Midnight Mass alone and thinks Qui-Gon would have loved it, and Christmas overall.

Tries to make everything as amazing as possible for the others, especially Ahsoka and Anakin.

Rex

Does a lot of the Christmas cooking and baking. Absolutely menace in the kitchen, creates masterpieces but is also hitting people with wooden spoons and spatulas to get out of his way.

Insists on helping Obi-Wan, does all the lighting, and does it so wonderfully it’s shocking.

Decently prepared, buys good gifts, and wraps them on the 23rd.

Writes every short and sweet cards.

Cries. You know he does. Too bloody happy.

Takes great joy in seeing how happy Ahsoka is.

Cody

Another normal gift giver, thankfully.

Loves the actually good-quality Christmas films.

Helps a lot with all the organising. Very calming for when Obi-Wan gets too stressed.

Makes huge batches of hot chocolate that taste so bloody good, and everyone loves it.

Enjoys Christmas, loves the way everyone comes together for it.

Keeps the fire stocked and amazing, just contently enjoying everything.

A/N: TYSM, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, I LOVE YOU ALL!!! AND MERRY CHRISTMASSSSSSSSSSSS

(taglist: @techs-goggles9902, @skellymom)

[popcorngirl85]

Downtown abbey 1970

Edith and mary as old people

After 28 years of dodging the Crawley family gatherings. Edith is coming home for Christmas. Maybe she is a glutton for punishment.But it feels like the right thing to do. Even though Bertie her husband and all of her girlfriends back home in Australia think she has gone bananas.

She has always been the black sheep. The chubby girl in a family full of Disney princesses and incredibly charming women. Of which she is neither.

The Last time she went home for Granny's 100th birthday palooza in 1942, it was an absolute disaster. She smeared blueberry pie all over Mary, her dragon lady older sister.The look on the skinny gargoyle's face when Mary realized her white silk dress was ruined was priceless.

Mary wouldn't shut up about what a fat, hopeless cow Edith was as a mother.Edith deserved some of it, for writing that embarrassing story about her sister all those years ago when she was a teenager. And a million other awful things she had said in the heat of the moment. But Mary should have left Bertie out of it.

Luckily,granny and her friends were pretty tipsy and completely deaf. Thank God, nobody heard what Mary said about Bertie's strong feminine side.It would have ruined both of their lives.People were really funny about that sort of thing now.Even with all this talk about free love.It was true he liked to crossdress and sometimes very discreetly meet with men. He had told her before they got engaged and she hadn't cared.As long he never left her and she didn't have to meet or hear about them.Bertie helped cover up her daughter being born out of wedlock. Very few men would have done that back then. He was good to both of them and helped her make the big decisions in the marriage which made her rather panicky. And he bought her flowers just because.

Which no man had ever did before.Edith is not making this trip for herself.Honestly, she would rather stay put surrounded by fans and friends who adore her.The great neices and nephews only knew her as the old lady who writes mystery novels and plays that sent them bizarre gifts from all the places she and Bertie had traveled to.

Marigold, her daughter is hosting the Christmas party at her house in Beverly Hills, California this year. She has had a rough year with that divorce and that jealous crackpot trying to discredit her work.He was proven wrong and settled out of court ,but still. It has been all about Edith for a long time,which isn't right. Rose said that last year,When they were on a trip to India when Edith struggled to make excuses yet again for Christmas.

Rose didn't understand what the fight was about and thought Edith hated her.Even though Rose is in her early sixties, Edith will always think of her as the silly energetic kid who kind of looked like Tinkerbelle and always thought when people where fighting it must have somehow been her fault.Even if things should go bad , she will have fun checking out the Hollywood walk of fame with her daughter and Rose.Also she found a muumuu that makes her look 20 pounds lighter,That is something.

Edith had an extra bullet in her arsonel. She has been reading this new self help book called " I am ok ,your okay". which is really beneficial in healing yourself and dealing with difficult people.She was keeping that and a barrage of snappy comebacks handy , just in case , Mary started on how fake Edith's red hair looks when she waddled through the front door. Edith arrived in L.A. all safe in sound thanks in part to the exceptionally kind bearded gentleman in the fuzzy lavender trousers.

Who aided her in finding a bakery in which to buy a Chocolate yule log and a pumpkin pie that was open Christmas eve. He also aided her in getting unstuck from the backseat of that cab.Marigold was surprised and showered her mother with kisses the moment she came in.Suprisingly, she wasn't too irritated about Edith being a little late.But then,Edith is always late.This time it wasn't her fault.She was chasing the damned luggage all around the airport.

Marigold did roll her eyes when Edith said she wanted to make a dramatic entrance and that is why she didn't call first and ask for a lift from the airport.Maybe later Edith could hint about her making a trip to Melbourne.

The handsome widower down the block from them liked quiet women.They both liked to ride horses.Marigold looked like a younger version of Katherine Hepburn.She even wore the office shirts with the popped up collar,everywhere.Rose is passing out Father Christmas hats and showing off her engagement ring Garesh had given her.They had known each other when Rose was growing up in India and reconnected on that trip to India. And had been writing letters to each other every day every since.Everyone is present except George, Mary's eldest son.Who couldn't face his mother with his latest much younger wife and baby girl.Edith offered to accompany them as acting president of the black sheep club.

But he was afraid of what people would say about his abandonment of his mother and the house. Even though his brother Reggie.The one that came back from the war years later with the most insane story of why he had been away so long. Had major success with the beer garden and'' no shrinkin' violet beer label. And took good care of his mother.

Mary sitting on the neon orange couch next to the aluminum Christmas tree. Thin as a rail and Regal as the queen she was named after.Her older sister still dressed like it was the 40's. complete with white gloves and a blue and white polka dot dress with a stiff lace collar.Their was something decidedly different about Mary.The arrogant smirk has been replaced by a vacant look.Mary is muttering something to the aluminum Christmas tree who she thinks is a copper. Something about the beach and finding henry and her boys. My God she thinks it 1928 , not 1970, Edith shakes her head.

Mary is the only one not in line getting food.They used to play pranks on each other all the time.But she really looks terrified and lost maybe.Reggie needs a break , he looks so worn down.So Edith gets kid -sized portions of everything.(Mary never did eat much: you can't when you wear a corset all the time) And Edith gets her to eat and they talk while watching Charlie Brown.

The whole time Mary thinks Edith is granny.Which is irritating because she didn't think she looked quite THAT old.Even bringing up that dinner and medal of honor she received for saving all those jews during the war (it was way more than the handful ,mary had always said) didn't ring a bell.But watching Charlie Brown and listening to the cartoon kid with the blankie talk about the real meaning of Christmas. Nothing matters but right now ,even if you are thirty years too late

[mask131]

Green spring: The Easter Bunny

THE EASTER BUNNY

Category: Easter folklore

When people think of Easter, they usually consider that there are two sides to the celebration – the religious Easter, about the resurrection of Jesus Christ in Christian religion, and the secular Easter, which is all about finding chocolate eggs. But it might surprise you to learn that the Easter eggs – and the Easter bunny – are not as “cut-off” from the religious celebrations as one might think…

You see, the very tradition of the Easter eggs comes from a Christian custom of sharing eggs dyed red – dyed red to symbolize the blood shed during the crucifixion of Jesus, the death of the Messiah, but eggs to symbolize the resurrection of the Christ upon Easter day. While in most of the “Western world”, the religiousness of the eggs kind of disappeared – as they became plastic eggs and chocolate eggs hunted down by children in gardens and parks, they kept all of their religiousness in Eastern Christianity (Orthodox Christianity), where they are still blessed by a priest. In fact, the very reason the Easter eggs are chocolate eggs now was cause of the practice of Lent – forty days of fasting before Easter during which Christians were forbidden to eat rich foods, such as meat, eggs or sweets. Since Lent ended with Easter, people started to create chocolate eggs to have the pleasure to eat back two of the forbidden “Lent foods” (eggs and chocolate) at once. And similarly, it might surprise you, the Easter Bunny started out as a religious figure…

The Easter Bunny first appeared as the “Easter Hare” among the Lutherans of Germany in the second half of the 17th century – he was a moral figure very similar to what Santa Claus was for Christmas, that is to say that the Easter Hare was supposed to watch over and decide which children were naughty and which children were nice during Eastertide (the Easter season). Nice children would then receive gifts from the Easter Hare – colored eggs, candies and/or toys. The Easter Hare was especially supposed to place the eggs in special nets children had to make in their bonnets, caps or hats on Easter Eve. It was truly a figure of Protestant moralism, the same way Saint Nicholas was tied to Catholic morals for children. It was in the 18th century that the tradition left Germany: as German Protestants arrived in the USA, they brought over with them the “Osterhase”, Easter Hare, which quickly became there the “Easter Rabbit” or “Easter Bunny” – a magical rabbit supposed to hid decorated eggs and/or chocolate eggs in gardens, houses and parks on Easter Eve, eggs that children had then to hunt down and collect on Easter Day.

As you know, nowadays the Easter Bunny is a fully secular creature, part of a “modern folklore” and not being tied to religion anymore. He is a secular symbol of the holiday, especially used by toy-makers and chocolate-makers, who love to distribute Easter Rabbit dolls and chocolate statues on Easter day. Due to this secular nature, there are also many local and regional variations of the creature: for example in Australia, where rabbits are considered a dangerous pest, the mascot of Easter is rather the Easter Bilby – named after an endangered species in an effort to raise awareness and gather funds for the protection of this little marsupial. While the Easter Bunny imposed itself in American-influenced and English-speaking regions, the Germanic countries still hold on to their Easter Hare. And in French-speaking countries (plus Italy) there is a very different custom… The ones supposed to bring the Easter eggs are actually the “Easter bells”. Like, church bells. I’ll explain: in Catholicism it is strictly forbidden to ring the church bells during the “Holy Week” that precedes Easter, to honor the death of Christ. As a result, a legend/story arose, told to children – the story claims that the reason the bells do not ring is because they are gone, they (yes, they are sentient) went on their way to Rome, on a pilgrimage to be blessed by the Pope himself! And they only return to their rightful place on Easter – but not without bringing back eggs they drop in gardens everywhere… This is why in France, Belgium and Italy there is a custom of saying “The Easter bells brought you some eggs!”, “The bells are back from Rome”, or to sell chocolate-bells. But, and as a Frenchman I can attest, this very Christian-focused custom becomes less and less practiced in France, where laicism and the American influence pushed forward the widespread use of the Easter Rabbit instead of the Easter Bells.

You might wonder why a hare out of all was originally chosen for this holiday – and why even the hare was tied to the eggs. Unlike what many people will want you to believe, people “back in the days” did not think that rabbits or hares could lay eggs, no… But the hare had a specific religious connotation which explains why the Lutherans associated it with the “egg of resurrection” of the Christ. You see, it was believed that hares were hermaphrodite creatures, that could reproduce all on their own, without need of a partner. As such, they were considered to be able to reproduce without “losing their virginity”… You see where I’m coming with that? Hares became, especially in northern medieval Europe, a symbol for the Virgin Mary. And thus, the hare (symbolizing Mary) brings the egg (symbolizing Jesus)…

What is also fascinating with the Easter Bunny is that, unlike Santa Claus which has a very precise “canon”, the Easter Bunny doesn’t have any truly settled image in popular culture. Everyone depicts him differently. For some he speaks, for others he doesn’t. For some he is white, for other he is brown – when not blue. For some he is anthropomorphized, dressed with human clothes ; for others he just looks like a regular good old rabbit… There is absolutely no specifically formed image. Everybody pictures a different rabbit in their own head. Though, with the success of Easter Bunny-centered movies this last decade, such as the “Hop” movie or the “Rise of the Guardians” one, things might change in the future… Who knows?

- - - - - -

Since I won’t be able to make much Green Spring post this month, I made an additional one just for Easter. A bit late, I know, but hey, we do as we can.

Speaking of the Easter Bunny, there is something else I should mention: the Eostre theory. Now… As I said, the Easter Rabbit originally was a German figure, a German invention. Well, the Germans have a specific thing with the Easter holiday thanks to the 19th century folklorists, who decided, and tried to prove, that the German celebrations of Easter, were actually tied to the ancient pagan celebrations of a Germanic goddess known as “Eostre” or “Ostara”, a divinity of springtime and the dawn, whose festival got replaced by the Christian Easter. The very name “Eostre” had supposedly turned into “Eastre”, then “Easter”. This theory was notably made EXTREMELY popular by the Brothers Grimm (if you only know them for their fairytales, you should learn that they also studied a lot Germanic paganism, German gods and the German religion as a whole). [To be precise, Eostre was thought to have been originally a Saxon goddess, whose existence and worship then spread to ancient England, thus making her an Anglo-Saxon goddess, and explaining the supposed similarities between the “pagan Easters” of both Germany and England]

In this theory and interpretation, people perceived the “invention” of the Easter Hare as not an “invention”, but a resurgence and return of an ancient pagan symbol – they theorized that the hare was the sacred animal, or animal companion, of Eostre. But despite this very enthusiastic theory, nowadays experts agree that there is no actual substance tying the Easter Bunny/Hare or even the Easter Eggs to the ancient goddess Ostara – and many people even doubt the true existence of Ostara in the first place, with many elements and attributes seemingly being made up.

A bit more Easter eggs trivia for the road: the first chocolate eggs of Easter were invented in France, at the royal court of king Louis XIV, in 1725 to be exact, at Versailles, created by filling empty eggshells with molten chocolate (the first hollow chocolate egg was created in England in 1875). Beyond the red (which was the original dye color for the Easter eggs, reflection of Christ’s blood), the other most popular color for the eggs in the “olden days” was green, to symbolize the renewed foliage and reborn nature of this springtime celebration – the same spring ambiance of Easter also led to the custom of painting leaves over the eggs. The opening of Easter eggs in Christianity is supposed to symbolize the opening of the tomb of the Christ, only to find that it is empty (since he resurrected after being entombed). Between the primitive “let’s dye chicken eggs red” and the modern “plastic eggs filled with candies”, there was a whole tradition of carving Easter eggs out of wood, or making them out of porcelain, and the most famous example of these artificial eggs is without a doubt the Fabergé eggs – a series of wonderful, jeweled Easter eggs made out of precious materials with exquisite decorations, created by the Fabergé jewelry for the two last Russian Tsars… Beyond the traditional “egg hunt” of Easter, found in a lot of countries nowadays, England and Germany have a lot of other Easter games involving eggs – such as the “egg dance” (dancing around eggs on the floor without cracking them), “egg taping” (two people fight by taping each other’s hard boiled egg until one cracks) and the “egg rolling” (an egg race where eggs are throw by the side of a hill, rolling from the top to the bottom).

And finally, the tradition of sharing red eggs ended up creating folk-legends tying this custom to the Biblical times (these legends are found among Orthodox folk-Christianity, again Easter is a VERY BIG deal among Eastern Christians). One of those stories claims that Mary Magdalene had brought boiled eggs in a basket to the other women who went to the tomb of the Christ – and that the eggs turned bright red when the women discovered that the corpse was gone. Another story rather claims that Mary Magdalene, in her effort to spread the news that Jesus was resurrected, went to the emperor of Rome (which one? We don’t know) to tell him “Christ has risen!” (a very common sentence that Orthodox Christians typically pronounce at the blessing or opening of Easter eggs). The emperor mocked her by pointing at an egg and saying “The Christ has no more risen than this egg is red!”, and lo and behold! The egg turned red…

EDIT: @skyprowler pointed out to me that the “blessing of the eggs/blessing of the food” isn’t an exclusively Orthodox rite - it actually is a shared ritual between Western and Eastern Christianity - and while it was never something big in France (at least to my knowledge), it is still very strong today in Germany, Poland, Finland and Slovakia (in fact, skyprowler suggested that it might have been a Central/Eastern European rite that survived in the canon of the Orthodox Church, while kept existing only regionally in the Catholic Church)

[gacmediadaily]

Worst Timing 

It took three Christmases for traveling doctor James (Trevor Donovan) and chiropractor Addie (Merritt Patterson) to finally be available at the same time in Great American Family’s ‘Twas the Text Before Christmas. The real crime, however: James bought this adorable house in Vermont right before they decided to move to Australia together! If he’s selling, we’ll put in a bid to sip hot chocolate and wish on a shooting star from that picturesque porch.

Most Thoughtful Present

Would we prefer the noise-canceling headphones Addie got her dad for his long flight to Australia in Twas the Text Before Christmas? Yes. But you can’t top the angel-wing birthstone James gifted Addie, showing that he remembered a joke she made on the day they met and her birthday. 

[miidnighters]

TAG PEOPLE YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER!

favorite color(s): I'm such a hoe for a pastel. soft yellow especially, but blue; pink, anything in that sort of range. Plus teal, which has been deemed as my colour by anybody buying me Christmas gifts.

favorite flavor(s): I love strawberry flavoured stuff- strawberry ice cream is one of my faves. Unless it's a drink, in which case chocolate is king.

favorite music: what a loaded question uh. I don't have a particular genre i listen to but I'll always either circle back to something i can move to or something i can sing in the car

favorite movie(s): i have answered this question so often lately it feels lmao but Howls Moving Castle, Tangled, Cirque Du Soleil: Worlds Away (I actually can;t overstate how much I love this movie. Isaw it in cinema in 3D and it just. Blew my mind).

favorite series: Leverage

last song: The Blue by ISHAN (an Aussie!)

last series: my husband just made me watch the office for the first time and, contriversial opinion on main, i don't like it

last movie: uh. actually it was Fast n Furious: Tokyo Drift and my husband sat there and quoted almost the entire thing word for word inc the background music

currently reading: Inheritance by Nora Roberts (which like. i am not loving for the most stupid reason but will finish)

currently watching: i don't watch a lot of ongoing series tbh. i am waiting for the new season of Bridgerton. We do make sure to catch Dash Cams Australia on YT every week tho (which, if you want prime examples of our accent and reckless disregard for swearing i cannot recommend it enough)

currently working on: client emails tbh and some website updates for a client who is "ready to go live in the next two months" vs our dev who was ready to go live like, yesterday lmao.

tagged by @fangmother <3

tagging: @draconisa | @starlyht | @fuckedcowboy | @hidefire | @soulmissed |

[illadvisedselfships]

Merry Christmas in Australia!!!!

I have something to offer you on this holly holiday. F/O Christmas imagines!

Imagine celebrating Christmas with Callahan. He's pretty loaded, so you're definitely getting high end gifts. Buuuuuttt that's not all! You know those Christmasy fun things you see on YouTube or TikTok that you want to do, but you know it's out of your pay grade? Like a hot chocolate bar, or more fancy baked desserts that require specific ingredients? Well, sure Callahan is a jerk... But, for you, I'm certain he'll accommodate whatever you want to try... As long as you return the favor with whatever he wants to do with you 😏

Imagine trying to pull Cruella away from work. Before you, she probably worked through Christmas if she wasn't invited to any masquerades or parties. This year, nothing of the sort happened, so your mean wife is trying to get a head start on her spring fashion line. But you know that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to have a nice, at-home Christmas with your high class Cruella. Cruella may not be so easily swayed by your femine wiles like Callahan, though you are the only one on the planet who has a smidgen of a chance at getting Cruella out of her office and in her furs with a mug of cocoa. Do you succeed?

Imagine a cozy little Christmas with Jim!! He is a tad upset he didn't get a good poaching job before; he really wanted to treat you this year his inner sugar daddy shines through on your birthday and Christmas I bet. But you know how to take his mind off of it ^^ you tell him you don't need some fancy present or anything like that. All you need is your favorite outdoors man, some Christmas movies and snacks, and a blanket big enough for you two to share- or better yet, one of his flannels 😏

Imagine that since Otis celebrates Christmas early for you, you don't have to worry about fitting him in your Christmas Visits schedule so much. You can see him first! I.... Can't guarantee that the way the Fireflies celebrate Christmas is very family friendly. But I can say that Otis is definitely gonna try to be gross about the mistletoe tradition with you. Also, you can get away with putting a Santa hat on him this year. He'll be a grump about it, act like he doesn't want it, but note how he doesn't take it off (if it were Baby, he would have. But it came from you ^^)

I hope these put a smile on your face! Even if they are a little OOC I bet 😅 Merry Christmas!

Merry (belated) Christmas Eve In America!!!

SARAH!!

I completely wasn't expecting this- thank you so so much!! As you know I accidentally woke up way too early but it was completely completely worth it to read this and thank you before all the Christmas craziness began!!

Ahhh! These are so perfect, my heart is feeling all squirmy!! XDD They fueled me all day XD No really, whenever I got tired 💤💤💤 I started thinking about them and felt better XD

And- of course- I couldn't help it and had to write lil x reader excerpts for each of these ideas below the cut XDD I wanted to write them all, but the Christmas vibes are slipping away from me- so I just did Callahan and Otis! (Truly couldn't resist XD) XD I LOVED THEM ALL, THOUGH, I ASSURE YOU! XD

(Professor) Callahan x reader:

You weren't sure about staying over Christmas eve and spending Christmas morning with Aaron- it seemed pretty close. Intimate. Sentimental, for him. Sure, you were becoming closer but he didn't seem the type to do Christmas.

Definitely a Scrooge type, you thought.

But you're surprised to see him put in some effort this morning! Sure, he's just sitting there at the kitchen table with bedhead in his pyjamas (An oddly casual navy blue t-shirt and sweatpants combo that always makes you feel a little hot. Or a lot depending on how close he stood to you) drinking a black coffee while you open up expensive presents he shouldn't have got you and peer excitedly into a box of beautiful Christmas breakfast pastries he ordered this morning for you both, but its nice. Its... conventional, except for the fanciness of his townhouse and the gifts he got you. Its just the two of you, not flirting not fucking not arguing, just spending an almost domestic Moment together. It would almost be traditional, if it weren't for the nature of your relationship hanging over your heads- though you don't really mind that. Its cosy!

Finally after thanking him profusely for the gifts, and telling him he really didn't need to get you that much!!, you go get him his present; setting it in front of him with a childish Christmas eagerness. "This one's for you! Go ahead, open it."

"I can see you wrapped it yourself," He teases, picking it up with one hand and silently laughing at the crazy bad wrapping. Sighing and rolling your eyes with a grin, you shake your head at him and urge him to go on then- go on- stop harassing me about my sad gift wrapping skills and open it!

While he opens it, telling you he was looking for one of these when he realises what it is, you go and pick out a pastry for yourself and a Christmas tree donut for him, and sit down in the chair beside him; angling your knees towards him and resting your own feet on top of his under the table. He picks up the donut and gives it a good assessment, smirking in amusement at the silly food.

Meanwhile you wait a moment, thinking about it (About how unexpectedly good this morning has been with him so far. How warm you feel inside spending it with him. You really never expected it to be good like this, you expected him to ignore the holiday, but he did all this for you... ), before leaning over and gifting him a sweet kiss on the cheek. You couldn't help it. "Thank you, Cal, Merry Christmas."

"As much as I like my gift Y/N, you can pay me back in bed later." He tells you offhandedly, not even looking up from his curious silly breakfast. You almost laugh.

"Of course." You grin instead, shaking your head.

Otis B Driftwood x reader:

After the kiss under the mistletoe that leaves your lips bruised, your mouth tasting of all the shit that Otis puts in his (An amalgamation of bad alcohol, smokes, some cum, some blood, and bad - sometimes off, - food tasting something like rot and battery acid), and your ass in need of an ice pack from the way he squeezed it, he tries to just give you a dirty filthy smirk and leave you there- but you dig your fingers into the front of his tight shiur before he can and draw him back to you. "Not so fast."

"Wh- "

"Hold on." Giving him a mischievous look, you reach with one hand into your deep coat pockets (Your other hand still holding him there) and pull out something red and white, and fluffy. Immediately a groan rolls out of your feral boyfriend, his head actually falling back a moment. Your eyes widen at him with that cheeky smile, and you nod. "Uhuh, yes."

"Fuck. no."

"Fuck yes." You don't wait for him to agree, you know he never will; you just reach up onto your tip toes against him and pull the santa hat on over his hair. When you settle back down onto the heels of your feet and take in the full picture, his cranky unamused, bearded frown and stormy blue eyes and that innocent-looking santas hat on his head!!, you cant help but laugh. "You look so good!!"

"Aghh,"

"Really!" You laugh, covering your mouth. "I think I'm hot."

"Right." He rolls his eyes, setting his strong scarred hands on his hips- but not taking it off. That really just shows how good a mood he's in; allowing you your little joke. There's even a ghost of a smirk on his mouth. "Sure. I believe that crap."

Spurred on by his almost pleasant demeanour, you give him mommy finger and add; "You gotta keep it on the rest of the night.", a teasing grin on your lips to match his.

Giving a sigh and a shake of his head, Otis just shrugs at you, like- fucking fine! whatever~, walking off towards the drinks table. You watch him go, tucking your thumbs into your back pockets, the softest look on your face. If he was always like this... well, its not a thought even worth thinking about. But- its nice, when he is.