#Eggnog FF

[springybonbon]

HEYYYYY THERE!!!!!!!!!! have two old doodles that i did 31 th december and three doodles with my gf that i dre todaaayy :D

(also here is our her me out cake and two regenerce photos for tisha and finn who i made in catalog lololololol)

[ngsketches]

If you see a Goob sitting on a couch in Flavor Frenzy.. Nuh Uh

[rudolphsb9]

This year my personal skeleton war is against eggnog on the shelf since late September

[criminaldoenjangjjigae]

I'm really proud of the rendering on this one ^w^

BISHOUNEN SUPREMACY AAAAA

[not-quite-there-myself]

༉‧₊˚ Sleeping with Eggnog

Synopsis: In dire need of sleep, your first thought was to fall face-first into the comfiest spot in sight. Though it wasn’t a bed, you stumble across Eggnog; in your eyes, he’s the next best thing. Notes: 500+ words; can be seen as platonic or romantic; gender-neutral Master Attendant

"Eggnog..." You whine, approaching him. Eggnog was originally seated on a sofa when you entered the room, his gaze out the window. You’d just got back from something that clearly did not leave you in the most energetic of states, your heavy steps toward him suggesting your exhaustion.

 He looks away from the window and over to you, "Master Attendant? Is something the matter?" He quirked an eyebrow, quickly glancing at the way you moved. "You're walking as though you were drunk, Attendant.” Eggnog stifles a laugh when you pout and continues teasing, “You didn't drink anything weird, did you? Ah, and before you answer, I promise it wasn't me who spiked anything, alright?" You give him a look that suggests he may be lying to your face. The Food Soul replies by raising his hands up defensively, smiling awkwardly as if he'd just been caught. "I swear, it wasn't me! At least tell me why you're so... like this." He gestures to your posture, noting how your eyes weren't even fully open. Though you weren't drunk, Eggnog thought that you might as well be; you looked ready to pass out any minute. 

Speaking of passing out, the Food Soul was just about to suggest you lay down when his eyes go wide. Without giving him so much as a warning, you fell over top of him, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as you practically drop into his lap. "Master Attendant-! Are you okay??" Your only response was a muffled "mhm." You proceeded to fidget in his lap, trying to get comfortable. Eggnog chuckled and relaxed. "You had me worried there, Master Attendant. I thought I really might've done something- err... at least, something accidental." You face him and explain that you’re just tired and want to sleep… With him specifically. He doesn’t seem to question it and welcomes your clinginess to him. He finds it rather adorable.

"Alright, alright, I bet you just want to rest now, huh?" You hum, burying your face into Eggnog's chest.

"You can keep talking..." You mumble.

Eggnog tilts his head to the side, "Oh? Any reason why, Master Attendant?" When you don't respond, he pokes your side. "Master Attendant~ I asked a question, it's only polite if you reply~" With a small huff you mutter a response. 

"You're comfortable," you say simply. "...And your voice is nice." 

His cheeks turn pink. 

…My voice?

He sighs in fake exasperation, fighting back a smile. “Okay~ Well, it's boring if I'm just talking to myself, so why don't I sing you something? Would you like that, Master Attendant?" He feels you nod, sighing a little as you cuddle him. He smiles softly and clears his throat, "Now I'm no bard, so don't judge me if I sound bad. Buuuut then again, you like my voice anyway~" Relaxing into the chair with you on his lap, Eggnog sings an old song he'd heard from somewhere long ago. The melody fits his voice, and you almost melt in Eggnog's arms, his comforting presence washing over you like a warm blanket. 

He finishes the last line of the song, and soon enough, Eggnog finds you already asleep. “Master Attendant?” Eggnog says, poking your cheek twice. "Master Attendant?"

You really were sound asleep, he wasn’t going to wake you now. So peaceful, he thinks. Eggnog was definitely going to tease you about this later. For now though, he’ll stay by your side and make sure he’s with you after you wake.

[little-jana]

"Under The Mistletoe"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: kissing, just two cuties

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Another Mistletoe kiss with Spencer.

a/n: I just love love love these chrismas ff with Spencer. What do u think?

The BAU’s Christmas party was winding down, but the bullpen still sparkled with warm, holiday cheer. Twinkling fairy lights wrapped around the desks, Penelope’s carefully curated playlist hummed in the background, and the scent of cinnamon and pine filled the air. I stood by the snack table, munching on a sugar cookie, my eyes wandering to Spencer Reid.

He was sitting near the bookshelf, his legs crossed awkwardly, a mug of eggnog in one hand and a book resting in the other. He wasn’t reading, though. His gaze flicked up every few seconds, catching mine before darting back down.

“Why don’t you go talk to him?” JJ teased as she passed by, balancing her own plate of cookies.

“I talk to him all the time,” I said, feigning indifference.

JJ just gave me a knowing smile. “Sure you do.”

She wasn’t wrong, though. I did talk to Spencer all the time. I was one of the few people he seemed comfortable enough to really open up to, and our conversations were some of the highlights of my day. But tonight, under the glow of Christmas lights, something felt… different.

I crossed the room, weaving through clusters of my teammates, until I reached his corner. He looked up, startled, when I sat down next to him.

“Hey,” I said, smiling.

“Hey,” he replied, setting his mug down. “Enjoying the party?”

“Yeah,” I said, leaning back against the wall. “You?”

“It’s nice,” he said, his voice soft. “A little overwhelming, but nice.”

I nodded, understanding completely. “I saw you reading earlier. What is it this time? Something festive?”

He hesitated, glancing at the book before sliding it toward me. It was a leather-bound copy of A Christmas Carol.

“Classic,” I said, impressed.

“It’s one of my favorites,” he admitted. “There’s something timeless about it—Scrooge’s transformation, the idea that it’s never too late to change.”

“Leave it to you to find the deeper meaning in a Christmas story,” I teased.

Spencer smiled, the corners of his mouth twitching upward. “It’s a good story.”

“It is,” I agreed. “But you know, you’ve been staring at that same page for the past ten minutes.”

His cheeks flushed, and he quickly closed the book. “I, uh… I got distracted.”

“By what?” I asked, leaning forward, curious.

“Nothing,” he said quickly, avoiding my gaze.

“Spencer,” I said, my tone teasing. “You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, fine. I might have been… looking at you.”

That caught me off guard. “Me?”

He nodded, his face growing redder by the second. “You just… you look really nice tonight.”

I blinked, my heart skipping a beat. Spencer Reid, the man who could rattle off statistics about anything and everything, was suddenly flustered.

“Thank you,” I said softly, my own cheeks warming. “You look nice too.”

Before he could respond, Penelope’s voice rang out across the room.

“Attention, everyone!” she called, clapping her hands. “It’s time for our favorite holiday tradition—mistletoe!”

The room erupted into cheers and groans as Penelope grabbed her sprig of mistletoe and started weaving her way through the crowd, stopping pairs and insisting they partake in the tradition.

“Oh, no,” Spencer muttered, sinking deeper into his chair.

“Oh, yes,” I said, grinning. “You’re not getting out of this one, genius.”

“I don’t see why mistletoe is such a big deal,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “Did you know it’s actually a parasitic plant? It attaches itself to a host tree and siphons off nutrients to survive.”

“You really know how to kill the mood, don’t you?” I teased.

Spencer opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Penelope appeared beside us, brandishing the mistletoe like a weapon.

“Well, well, well,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What do we have here? My two favorite geniuses hiding in the corner?”

“We’re not hiding,” I said quickly.

“Uh-huh,” Penelope said, clearly unconvinced. She dangled the mistletoe above our heads. “Rules are rules, my friends.”

Spencer groaned softly, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re not getting out of this one, Spence,” I said, leaning closer.

He hesitated, his eyes searching mine. “You know,” he said quietly, “hands actually transfer more germs than mouths. Statistically, this is the safer option.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Is that your way of saying you want to kiss me?”

“I—well—I didn’t mean—”

“Spencer,” I said, cutting him off. “Relax. It’s just a kiss.”

And before he could overthink it, I leaned in, pressing my lips softly against his.

The room seemed to fade away, the laughter and music melting into the background. His lips were warm, tentative at first, but as he relaxed, the kiss deepened just slightly, a perfect mix of sweetness and surprise.

When we finally pulled back, his eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed.

“That… wasn’t so bad,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” I agreed, smiling. “It wasn’t.”

Penelope clapped her hands, breaking the spell. “That was adorable!”

Spencer groaned again, burying his face in his hands, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Come on, genius,” I said, nudging him playfully. “Let’s go find some more eggnog.”

As we walked back toward the party, I couldn’t stop smiling. Maybe mistletoe wasn’t so bad after all.

[violetmuses]

Holiday Cheer - T. Richmond 💫

Title: Holiday Cheer - T. Richmond 💫

Fandom: “Rebel Ridge” Film Universe

Character: Terry Richmond

Pairing: Terry Richmond + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Terry Richmond returns home for the holiday season.

@episodes-ff @diaries-of-me @pocketsizedpanther @blackgurlnhermoods @sweettea-and-honeybutter @babybratzmaraj @persethegawd 🏷

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2024

“Yes, let's go!” Mike Simmons checked his cell phone and grinned beyond words, almost dancing in the kitchen this morning.

“Uh-uh, Mike! What did I tell you about that phone? Put it away.” Lorraine Simmons frowned toward her son.

It's a miracle that Mike even pulled through and healed past countless injuries after facing the rural yet dangerous town of Shelby Springs.

“Ma, Terry's coming back!” Sneaking treats himself, Mike tapped the phone and his mother smiled, overjoyed despite cooking.

Terry's safe. Lorraine beamed.

****

Though Mike survived his unexpected attack in prison, veteran Terry Richmond fought corrupt police who uprooted the bail cash out of nowhere.

Soon, red tape offered financial settlements and covered several points after handling this large problem and Terry could start all over again.

Heading right toward his childhood home this afternoon, Richmond scored one new truck and parked outside, grateful.

When Terry's mother passed on, Aunt Lorraine would gather loved ones and keep celebrating the holidays with family members, still wanting everyone to spend that important quality time.

Palming flowers, Terry walked near the front after skidding each careful footstep around other vehicles to ring the doorbell.

“Ah - welcome back, Terry!” Aunt Lorraine opened that front door with the biggest smile on her face and hugged Terry, always stumping height while compared to Richmond.

“Good to be back.” His rare yet genuine smile offered kindness. “How are you doing?”

“I feel much better. Both of you are safe and that's all I care about now. C'mon.” Aunt Lorraine shuffled footsteps to bring Terry inside this afternoon.

______

Other family members nearly swarmed this house as Terry poured eggnog and reunited with Mike, clinking glasses from the kitchen cabinets.

“Don't get in trouble again.” Richmond arched his brow while joining this counter.

“Got it.” Mike pulled the upstanding vow. “Guess what, T?”

“You found another job?” Terry clipped the response.

“Yeah. Not much going on, but it's still honest work.” Mike held down this new job despite everything.

“Good.” Terry finished drinking eggnog and headed toward the living room, still greeting folks while Aunt Lorraine continued preparing meals.

_____

“Somebody moved in across the street.” Mike's father Gerald Simmons pulled an announcement for this large group.

“Really?” Mike questioned, sitting right next to Terry again.

“Yeah. She's new in town, so don't act wild, all right?” Gerald warned his family members

Terry nodded when infectious laughter echoed just in time for dinner.

_____

Noting career milestones to acknowledging parenthood and more, Terry would learn several details throughout his reunion with loved ones.

“Still afraid of dogs?” Mike chuckled and nudged Terry after cleaning the kitchen.

“Nah. We were kids.” Terry squinted.

Growing up, Terry fell off his bike as a child and this puppy ran on the sidewalk at full speed. That moment would spook Richmond for quite a while.

“All jokes aside: Ma wants us to pick up her Christmas tree tomorrow. Is there room on top of your truck?” Mike cleared his throat.

“Yeah. Let's get there early before the crowds roll through.” Terry agreed.

“Aight. See you in the morning.” Dapping Terry up, Mike headed upstairs to sleep.

“See you.” Taking that guest room, Richmond also settled for the night.

******

Walking through this ongoing maze of emerald choices, Richmond quietly noticed you in the store.

Snow didn't reach the ground, but your smile warmed his broken heart. That Shelby Springs incident would continue lingering regardless.

“T? We got it!” Mike woke up Richmond's path for the Christmas tree.

“Cool.” Terry noticed the cash register just before you disappeared from his sight.

Damn. Richmond thought.

*******

After returning from the store, Richmond noticed that you stood on your porch to hang up this small yet festive wreath outside.

You even clapped through excitement, but walked back inside and closed the front door, no longer offering Terry this viewpoint of your own world.

Hours later, someone rang the doorbell while Aunt Lorraine cooked again.

“Hi. Sorry if I'm disrupting, but I made treats for your family.” When Terry answered the door, you held baked goods.

“Thanks.” Terry offered this rare yet genuine smile. “Happy holidays.”

“You too.” Your presence moved back across the street, but when Terry closed this front door, Mike and Aunt Lorraine almost screamed with laughter.

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SingleDad!Peeta Fics Masterlist (3)

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Created: Sept 15th, 2024

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Katniss’ Grown-Up Christmas List-mrspeetamellark (ao3) Summary: Twenty-eight-year-old Katniss has been pining after her best friend Delly’s dad for seven years. No one has ever made her feel the way he does, and no matter how many dates she’s gone on with other men, she’s never been able to get over her feelings for him. Everything about him drives her wild: the streaks of gray in his ashy blond hair, his stunning blue eyes, and most of all, the sexy British accent she dreams about most nights. During Christmas break, too much eggnog leads to the thing she’s been wishing for forever: a night of passion with him. What will happen the morning after? Will their encounter turn into something more, something real? And will her friendship with Delly be ruined once the truth comes out? kink-chele20035 (ao3) Summary: What happens when you run into someone you used to know? On the way home from meetings, Katniss runs into a bakery in a unfamiliar town. There she runs into her first crush from school, Peeta Mellark. part of prompts in panem over on tumblr for round eight... single daddy!peeta Lost Little Pumpkin-mellowasinyellow (ao3) Summary: Peeta and his son get a bit of a fright in a haunted house. Happy Halloween. Mic Drop-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen doesn’t share the details of her life with many people—that is until forced onto stage at an open mic night by her friend. Recently divorced and still smarting, Peeta Mellark buys her a drink, and they commiserate and debate the fine art of a real mic drop. Middle of the Night-peetasbunmyoven (ff) Summary: Katniss has a new neighbor with a new baby and when for the countless night she's kept awake she ends up at his door. Peeta Mellark rumpled and overwhelmed with his bright eyes and a baby against his chest is not what she expected. Turns out unexpected is exactly what she needs.  Mr. Mellark and the Houseguest-peetasbunmyoven (tumblr) Intro: Over the rim of my coffee cup and the sizzle of bacon I watch my son come into the kitchen. His hair hangs in his eyes because he needs a haircut but it’s the same white blonde he was born with. I always thought it would get darker with time but seeing as he’s nearing his nineteenth birthday that doesn’t seem to be the case. His green eyes light up when they see the stack of pancakes next to the stove. Of Ice and Elves-alatariel_gildaen (ao3) Summary: Single father Peeta Mellark’s life revolves around his young son. When a chance meeting brings an enchanting woman into their lives, maybe it is more than just coincidence—maybe a little extra Christmas magic is at work… Orientation Night-titania522 (ao3) Summary: Teacher/single parent AU; Everlark; Single Daddy!Peeta Peeta attends orientation with his son to meet his new homeroom teacher, Ms. Everdeen. Room and Board-lesbianophelia (orphan_account) (ao3) Summary: Katniss wasn't sure what she expected when she interviewed for the nanny position at the Mellark household, but it wasn't this. Daddy!Peeta and Nanny!Katniss. Just generally a fluff fest. Roughing It-atetheredmind (ao3) Summary: After an argument with Gale leaves her stranded in the woods, Katniss joins a handsome stranger and his son on their camping trip.

[poison-maiden]

Eggnog probably t-poses over Turkey to bully him jdjjdjdjfhdjdj

[ff-soft-serve-cone]

edit: no context turkey

[flip-flan-flonne]

New Eggnog skin

[kyunyuki]

This skin is a need!!! I've been waiting for it for so long only to find out it's stuck in the gatcha... I can't even buy it with crystals/skin vouchers like the other two skins I want

[cakerollk]

more AU stuff ft. Napoelon, Bloody Mary and Eggnog 

[blakeandaffairs]

Food Fantasy Monocolored Series 3/?

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[cloud-scrapbook]

Oh heyyyy  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) HYPNOSIS MIC x FOOD FANTASY: phone wallpapers :^) Part 3 - Dotsuitare Hompo &  Bad Ass Temple Sasara x Ume Ochazuke Rosho x Tortoise Jelly Rei x Buddha's Temptation Kuko x Pretzel Jyushi x Eggnog Hitoya x Toast