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Office Humor Coffee Mug: Funny Quote Cup for Desk Chuckles

Funny Quote Tea Cup: Cheeky Office Drinkware for Workplace Wit

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Funny Mug — Don't Worry, I Got This! I Watched a Video — Humorous Gift for DIY Lovers, Family, Friends, Coworkers, Coffee or Tea Cup

Need a gift for someone who tackles DIY projects with questionable confidence? This hilarious mug is the perfect companion for coffee, tea, or any beverage they sip while convincing themselves they're the ultimate "internet-trained expert." Whether they're fixing a leaky faucet, building furniture, or trying new recipes after binge-watching tutorials, this mug says it all.

Perfect for DIY lovers, friends, coworkers, or anyone who’s ever believed, "I watched a video, so I’ve totally got this!" It's a fun and practical gift for birthdays, holidays, or just because—guaranteed to bring smiles and laughs.

Add a laugh to someone’s morning routine or desk with this witty and relatable mug. It’s the ultimate blend of humor and utility—perfect for anyone who considers online tutorials their second teacher.

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• Ceramic • 11 oz (325 ml) mug dimensions: 3.8″ (9.6 cm) in height, 3.2″ (8.2 cm) in diameter • 15 oz (443 ml) mug dimensions: 4.7″ (11.9 cm) in height, 3.3″ (8.5 cm) in diameter • 20 oz (568 ml) mug dimensions: 4.3″ (10.9 cm) in height, 3.7″ (9.3 cm) in diameter • Dishwasher and microwave safe • Design printed on both sides of the mug • Coffee, tea, or other beverage not included • Free worldwide shipping

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Shitshow Supervisor 20-Ounce Stainless Steel Travel Tumbler

Own the chaos with our 20-ounce stainless steel travel tumbler featuring the bold and humorous 'Shitshow Supervisor' design. Perfect for hot and cold beverages, this tumbler keeps drinks at the ideal temperature for hours. Made with durable stainless steel, it’s the ultimate travel companion for work, errands, or relaxing at home. This tumbler is a fun and practical gift for anyone embracing their role as the supervisor of life’s little messes!

Its sleek and slim design feels great in your hand and effortlessly fits into your car's cupholder, making it ideal for travel and daily use.

Complete with a convenient straw and spill-proof lid, this tumbler is designed for ease and practicality. The premium polymer coating not only enhances durability but also showcases vibrant colors with a glossy finish, ensuring the design remains bright and clear.

The slender straight shape makes it a breeze to hold and perfectly compatible with car drink holders. Versatile enough for both hot and cold beverages, it's your go-to companion wherever you roam.

Whether you're hitting the road or relaxing at home, this tumbler combines style with functionality, making it a thoughtful and practical gift for any occasion. Treat your friend (or yourself!) to this stylish tumbler and enjoy the perfect sip, every time.

This tumbler has a premium polymer coating which makes the design colors bright, clear, and complete with a beautiful glossy finish.

- The completely skinny straight shape makes it really easy to handle and even fit into your car drink holders.

- Can be used with Hot and Cold drinks.

- Made using a sublimation printing process that can be more costly than other methods, but it lasts longer, and will not crack or peel over time.

Tumbler Care instructions: Hand wash only- Do not soak in water- Do not use any type of abrasive sponges - Avoiding extreme heat- Not placing in dishwasher as it can be exposed to high heat temperatures. - Never placing your tumbler into a microwave- Allow your tumbler, lid, and straw to air dry

Due to different picture lighting settings the actual color might vary a bit from the pictures.

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Big Nick Energy: The Perfect Gift for Romance Novel Lovers

"Big Nick Energy" is a playful phrase that riffs on the popular term "Big Dick Energy" (BDE), adapting it to celebrate individuals named Nick or Nicholas. This humorous concept embodies confidence, charisma, and a positive attitude associated with people bearing this name.

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The term suggests that Nicks possess a natural, effortless cool – a quiet self-assurance that doesn't need to be loudly proclaimed. It implies that these individuals exude a certain magnetism and charm, drawing others to them through their personality rather than any overt actions.

Characteristics of Big Nick Energy might include:

Unshakeable self-confidence without arrogance

A laid-back, go-with-the-flow attitude

The ability to laugh at oneself and not take life too seriously

Natural leadership qualities

A knack for making others feel comfortable and valued

Resilience in the face of challenges

This phrase could be used in various contexts, from light-hearted banter among friends to social media posts celebrating someone named Nick. It might appear on novelty items like t-shirts, mugs, or posters as a fun gift for Nicks or as a way for them to embrace their namesake's supposed qualities.

It's important to note that Big Nick Energy is not exclusive to those named Nick – it's more about embodying the positive traits associated with the name. Anyone can channel their inner Nick and exude this energy, regardless of their actual name.

While humorous, the concept also speaks to the broader idea of nominal determinism – the notion that people's names can influence their personalities or life outcomes. In this case, it playfully suggests that being named Nick comes with its own special brand of charisma and cool.

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Funny Xmas Christmas is a lighthearted approach to the holiday season that embraces humor and playfulness. This concept combines traditional Christmas elements with comedic twists, creating a more relaxed and entertaining atmosphere during the festive period.

It might include quirky decorations like Santa stuck in a chimney, reindeer with googly eyes, or elves in compromising positions. Humorous Christmas cards with witty puns or silly illustrations are also popular. Gift-giving often involves gag gifts or presents with amusing packaging.

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Holiday parties under this theme might feature ugly sweater contests, funny gift exchanges, or comedic holiday-themed games. Even food and drinks can get the funny treatment, with oddly shaped cookies or cocktails with amusing names.

Funny Xmas Christmas allows people to enjoy the holiday spirit while not taking traditions too seriously, encouraging laughter and joy during the season.

Merry Christmas Polish, or "Wesołych Świąt" in Polish, refers to the unique Christmas traditions and celebrations in Poland. This festive season is rich with cultural customs, including the breaking of the opłatek (Christmas wafer) on Christmas Eve, known as Wigilia. The holiday is marked by elaborate feasts featuring traditional dishes like pierogi, borscht, and carp. Poles decorate their homes with

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evergreen branches and set an extra place at the table for unexpected guests. Carols, or kolędy, are sung with great enthusiasm. Gift-giving is often associated with St. Nicholas Day on December 6th, though presents are also exchanged on Christmas Eve. The celebration emphasizes family, faith, and Polish heritage.

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A Shawol, a Monbebe, an ELF and an Army walk into a group chat...

My kpop/kdrama group chat is one of my faves and it's with two of my besties from university that I've known for around 20 years now (even longer than any of us have been into kpop) and another friend who has known us about half that time but feels like she's been there all along and these products of inside jokes in the group chat and our shared deep love of SHINee means I got these stupendous early Christmas gifts in the mail today 💙💎💙

The pearl aqua tissue paper is such an incredibly great touch and the trophy is going up on a shelf with my fancy leatherbound book collection and some of my late grandmother's pottery in the place of honour it deserves 🤣🤣

[jjenthusee]

A Broken Mug

Pairing: Jason Todd x GN!Reader

a/n: i wrote this because of @janybabyy hilarious comments on my last angsty drabble. It made my morning and I wanted to also contribute some fluff as an apology lol (there also might be a little steamy scene if u squint) i love reading comments and reblogs so leave some if your comfortable ENJOY (also the angsty drabble is here)

tags: tons of fluff, shameless flirting

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When Jason went out on patrol, you busied yourself filling the time with aimless activities and chores until he came home. You didn’t plan on trying to shift your sleep schedule with his reversed one, but with your lenient job and bad sleeping habits, nothing was really stopping you.

You got to see him come back from patrol and took naps on the couch together, so you didn’t see any problem with it. Tonight was also any other night that you were walking around the apartment getting any chores done.

Your usual weekly mop and washing your dishes at three in the morning was productive. Until you tried to see how many mugs you can try to carry from the drying mat to the cabinet, then you dropped two mugs.

An old shark mug that would be missed and Jason’s birthday mug you got him last year. You wished you could reverse time, but you stood there watching the mess you created.

Now with the broken pieces, a tube of super glue and your will, you sat on the floor studying how to put the mug back together. The rug in your living room doubled as your current operating table as you laid your supplies around the fragments of Jason’s previous birthday gift.

You had two hours to make it looked like nothing happen, not cry and figure out if you picked up all the pieces. Then apologize to Jason and promise to never pick up a mug again.

…

You looked at your finished handiwork, eyeing the glued ceramic pieces of Jason’s mug.

It looked bad. The glue had settled in some of the smaller pieces, but almost the entire tube was gone and you were out of options. Maybe some last finishing touches, but that wouldn’t fix the problem of it being broken in the first place and you weren’t sure if this was even safe to drink out of anymore. If it didn’t leak.

Now your boyfriend’s precious mug became the victim of your carelessness. The handle broke off completely and the rim had several chipped pieces. With a final attempt you managed to somehow pray that the handle fit and it did, but there were definitely pieces that didn’t fit that smoothly.

Luckily, when the mug fell it didn’t fall onto the floor like the other victim, but onto the kitchen counter. The impact could’ve been worse, but some higher understanding kept most of the mug still intact, but ceramic was fragile, so only so much could be held together against the force of gravity.

“Maybe he won’t notice?” You sighed defeatedly picking at the dried glue.

“Notice what?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at Jason’s voice. You didn’t expect him to be casually standing near the window, standing tall behind you in full Red Hood gear.

You always did manage to forget about his stealth and agility. You nearly smacked him with a pan when you thought a burglar was in your kitchen when you first started dating. Good thing the flowers he brought with him were unharmed.

After closing the window, he slowly removed his leather jacket and gloves with visible exhaustion in his movements, relieved to remove a layer of his nightly outings.

“Welcome home.” You softly spoke, but a bit of strain crept into your voice at the realization that you didn’t clean your mess in time. You whipped your head back to your crime scene that sat in front of you.

Trying to act as naturally as possible, you capped the glue shut.

“Another night of being a handsome vigilante taking down kidnappers and stopping drug trafficking?” You teased as you shifted your body fully toward Jason, no doubt the slight hesitation in your voice giving you away, but you grabbed the tube of super glue, quickly shoving it in your sweatpants pocket as you spoke.

“Nah, only drug trafficking.” Jason lazily said, not paying direct attention to your awkward movements as he emptied his hidden arsenal of weapons off his body. “I made Roy handle the kidnappers.” A hint of amusement in his voice as he stretched his body, muscles contorting. The movement more visible with his jacket off.

“Only drug trafficking.” You tried mimicking him, giving a bad deep voice impression. You slid the mug closer to you, flush against your back so he wouldn’t see it from his angle.

Jason stopped in the middle of his post-patrol routine to look at you. His helmet tilting at you slightly, analyzing you.

Shit. He noticed something.

“Jay, my love, did you shine your helmet recently? It looks shiny and I couldn’t help but notice—“ Your voice quickly died as your gaze shifted from his red helmet down to his hands on his utility belt, lazily resting on the release latch. The look was…wow.

“Cleaner and polish.” Jason spoke slowly, clearly feeling smug under his helmet. He was all too familiar with that look in your eyes. You could practically see the smirk forming.

Click. The belt released as it fell loosely around his waist. Your mouth felt dry. You snapped yourself out of your thoughts.

You can eye-fuck him later, you wanted to hide the cup, but delaying your apology until tomorrow didn’t feel right.

Jason gave one last glance at you, then resumed his attention to his gear as he took the belt off.

“I was thinking we could eat something simple tonight…or morning? I guess it’ll technically be breakfast.” You shifted to get up, grabbing the cup along with you. Thankfully you were able to grab the handle while keeping your eyes on Jason, making sure it wasn’t entirely noticeable.

Jason removed his helmet, a puff of air releasing as he placed it on the dining table.

“Wanna cook something or pick up? It’s kinda limited since it’s early, but there’s always something open.” His voice was clearer, more defined without the modulator distorting it. A slight raspiness that poked at you.

Without the helmet, you could see Jason’s messy hair, matted in some places and fluffier in others, a slight stubble pricking his jaw and that sweet exhausted expression that made him mellow. Your heart raced every time you saw Jason’s face after a night of patrol.

You need to focus. You were getting distracted.

A distraction. That’s what you needed.

With the cup still held behind your back, you walked to Jason as he was placing his belt on the back of the dining chair. He didn’t expect the sudden closeness, but didn’t refrain from it. He looked more…curious than anything.

Jason watched as you reached for his face with your free hand. You didn’t fully extend your arm, purposefully leaving some distance that he would have to fill himself. Giving him the time to come to you.

Sometimes Jason needed time to adjust after a night of patrol, some days he wanted to come to you and other days you had to step in and make baby steps towards him, guiding him back to the domestic life he shared alongside you. Either way you waited and were willing to wait as long as he needed.

This was one of the moments you reached out first, asking to touch him. It was a quiet signal letting your hand hang in the air. Sometimes he held that hand or he let you caress his face. Despite how much you told him he didn’t have to follow it every time, he always did. Like telling you ‘no’ would end him.

Like a magnet, Jason lowered his face placing his cheek in your hand, placing a kiss inside of your palm.

Your heart raced as you watched his careful movements.

He moved his own hand over yours, intertwining your fingers together, but keeping your hand on his cheek. His skin was slightly cold, but he kept your hand in his and he rubbed his face on your palm trying to absorb your heat. It must’ve been freezing outside, maybe you need to get him some hand warmers to keep in his jacket, but a part of you also wanted him to use you to warm himself up.

You felt him sigh as his lips touched your skin. His eyes closed as he fully lost himself in the moment, it felt like he was giving you a silent ‘I missed you’ as he refused to move from you and you squeezed his hand, hopefully giving the message back.

As he breathed your scent in, you counted his eyelashes while you waited, refusing to disrupt his moment from decompressing from patrol. You loved seeing his face from this angle because you could see that some of his eyelashes were white like his hair. It wasn’t that prominent, but your heart fluttered that you were probably one of the only people to know.

Your thumb caressed the edge of his eye, watching him lean into your hand more.

Jason’s eyes opened, barely enough to gaze at you, but you wouldn’t miss the devotion that sat in his eyes. He trusted you and is willing to give himself to you, to let you touch him. To ruin him, if you desired.

“Jay…” You breathlessly spoke into the intimacy pulling at you.

Jason stayed still, waiting for permission, for you to lead him in whatever direction you wanted. All of his resolve focused on what you desired. He was hesitant to even breathe too hard, if it meant you would move away.

You carefully leaned into him, mindful to not touch him more than you already were. Moving your hand from his cheek to the back of his neck. Pushing your fingers through the edges of his hair, his labored breathing on your lips as you hovered over his mouth, just near enough to touch his lips if you spoke.

You wanted his full attention.

You couldn’t tell if you tugged him first or he leaned in, but you were too lost in the kiss to care. You started with a gentle touch, but once Jason angled his face to bring your body closer to him, it felt like he wanted to engulf you.

You felt his fingers slowly itch onto your waist, playing with the fabric of your shirt. You flinched, surprised at the sudden, but welcomed touch. You moved your hand holding the cup—you forgot about the mug!

Luckily, your realization went unnoticed by Jason. He pressed into you, leaning your neck further back to adjust to his height. The new development let a sound reach his throat, but with your bodies this close, you could feel the murmur. Your stomach fluttered.

Before his hands could move toward your back, you maneuvered your arm still holding onto the cup to avoid getting tangled. You laid your arm on his shoulder, holding the mug by its handle, careful to not let the mug touch him, letting him get even closer.

The movement allowed him to breathe onto your mouth, lost in your contact. It made your stomach warm at the sound.

Your mind went blank and you instinctively followed the movements of the man in front of you. You lead him to this point, but with the permission you gave him, he followed his desires. You wanted him to want more, he barely asks for things and he deserved to be spoiled.

His hands found the edge of your shirt, placing his cold hands underneath onto your bare waist, rubbing the skin with his thumbs.

You shuddered. He watched the tremor in your body, resting his nose next to yours. Dwelling in intimacy and shaky breaths.

Once his hands started to warm against your heated skin, you looked up to him. Watching his reddened skin. Maybe you can mention the mug now.

“Jay…I broke—“

Jason was too infatuated with the moment and holding you in his embrace that he didn’t comprehend anything you were saying. He took advantage of your mouth opening to deepen the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, to keep yourself from falling and to somehow find a way to merge your body with his.

You took a sudden breath, releasing yourself from Jason’s mouth. A sudden…hunger in his eyes as he watched you breathe. You gripped onto the handle of the mug and Jason’s broad shoulder, overwhelmed by the combination of Jason’s touch, breathing and look.

He must’ve not felt any different as he nipped at your jaw, using his hand to cup your neck and angle your face up to give him more access.

“Jay—“ You breathlessly pleaded.

Clink.

The handle of the mug broke off, leaving the handle in your hand and the rest of the cup bouncing off of Jason’s back and shattering on the floor.

Both of your movements stop as Jason shoves you behind him, shielding you from the imaginary attacker.

You could only see the back of his shoulders and his flushed ears peaking out as you looked at the broken handle still in your hand.

“Jay…it’s fine.” You tapped his shoulder to point to the cup broken on the ground. “It’s my fault.”

“Wha?” Jason asked, still breathless as he was ready in attack mode.

“I was trying to tell you, but I—got distracted.” You cleared your throat.

Jason leaned down taking some of the broken pieces near his boot in his hands. Recognizing the fragments once he got a closer look.

“I’m sorry. I tried to fix it, but then I guess super glue isn’t as reliable as I thought—“

“Sweetheart—“ Jason soothed as he stood up.

“Then I forgot about the time and you came back before I could figure out what to do. I can buy you a new one—“

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” He placed his hand under your chin, grabbing your attention. “It’s really alright.”

“But look at it.” You defeatedly gestured to the broken handle still clutched in your hand.

Jason could only laugh watching his partner sadly show him the aftermath of their handiwork, his full set of teeth visible, giving him the cute boyish look you loved.

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s really okay.” He grabbed the handle out of your hands. “I’m glad you didn’t cut yourself from the broken pieces, but we don’t need to fix it.”

He had a smirk on his face.

“Especially with super glue.”

“Hey! I had to use what we had in the drawers.” You puffed.

He placed the pieces on the counter. Carefully moving you to the couch, so you don’t step on any sharp pieces. Cleaning up the mess of his cup.

You silently watched, making you feel worse. Jay noticed your sullen look and consoled you as he swept up any left over pieces.

“I have shoes on still and your in your socks, I just want to make sure it’s safe.”

You frowned further.

A small tender smile spread across his face as he properly disposed of the remaining pieces and walked over to the couch. Your eyes followed his form as he kneeled in front of you, making him sit just below your eye level with your legs in between his, gently taking your hands in his as he methodically rubbed your skin with his thumb. His hands were warm now, probably from your earlier…activity.

“My love, it’s okay. We can replace it or get an entirely new one.”

“But it was a matching set.” You rubbed his hands back.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t choose a new set.” You looked up from both of your hands to his gentle gaze, filled with so much warmth and understanding. “I’ve been meaning to take us to that new pottery place you talked about. We can each make a mug, okay, sweetheart?”

You brought his hands to your lips, gently placing a kiss on his rough hands. A mesmerizing hum left Jason’s mouth.

“Can you make one for me and can I make one for you?” You quietly asked.

Jason laughed, the cute smile poking through again.

“I would love that.”

Maybe breaking Jason’s mug wasn’t so bad after all.

…

Your date to the pottery place was even better than you expected. You got to try something new, Jason made a few cheesy Ghost pottery scene jokes that the instructor probably heard too often and you got to watch Jason’s hands intricately make your brand new mug.

You were internally thanking your clumsiness for breaking his cup earlier in the week and blessing you with the scene of your boyfriend’s biceps. You wish you could brand the memory into your eyes.

Now you tried to concentrate as you painted Jason’s mug. You both decided on painting things about the other person onto the cup, a completely unique design.

You managed to decide on an overall simple red color (surprising, I know), paint a wonder woman emblem and a simplified doodle of Jason’s face. It was your proudest work.

You even snuck in a clumsily written “I love you” with a tiny Red Hood doodle at the bottom of the inside of the cup. A cheesy surprise for him.

“I don’t think I’m made for the arts.” Jason carefully held the paint brush in his hands.

“Don’t say that, your mug shape looks better than mine. Sorry that I made yours a little wonky.” You looked at the slightly slanted rim of the mug.

“I love wonky. You know me so well.” He playfully flirted.

You chuckled at your love-struck boyfriend. You could have given him a ball of clay and he would’ve proudly kept it on his nightstand. You just rolled your eyes at him, knowingly that you also didn’t care if Jason bought a plain cup and handed it to you. You would love it all the same.

A small quiet silence, both lost in your individual masterpieces. You looked up to watch Jay, who concentrated with furrowed brows, trying to add his iconic red bat symbol to your cup. When you noticed he also painted a couple cracks around the handle, clearly digging at the broken handle you religiously held onto earlier that week.

“You’re never going to let that down.” You sighed.

“Huh?”

You pointed at the handle, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Of course, sweetheart, I wish I could’ve gotten a picture of how sad you looked. I would’ve made it my wallpaper.” He chuckled.

“Don’t make fun of me, I was really nervous about telling you. And I lost a pair of sweats because the super glue decided to permanently close my pocket.”

“I’m not, I thought it was cute.” He looked up from your mug. “Besides I already saw it when I crawled into the apartment.”

“What!?” You almost shouted. “What do you mean? You knew?”

“I didn’t know anything, just saw it, but you gave yourself away after you called me ‘my love’ and then I just wanted to see what you were planning.” He finished painting the outline of his iconic bat symbol. “You always call me that when you’re up to something.”

“That’s embarrassing.” You put your paint brush on the table, attempting to cover your flushed face with the back of your hand, careful to not put any paint on your face. “I thought I managed to get past you, but I guess making out doesn’t really count as a distraction.”

“Oh, no, I was distracted, so I guess your plan worked.” He placed his finished work on the table. “But, you’ll have to try harder next time, my love.”

He was getting too cocky now.

“If I tried harder, you would have a hard time getting up in the morning, my love.” You teased.

Jason’s eyes widened. A second to process what you said, then a brazen look in his eye appeared.

“What if that’s my plan all along, my love?” He shamelessly asked.

You leaned in closer to Jason’s side, hiding your voice away from the other customers in the shop.

“One of us isn’t going to be able to walk and it won’t be me.” You joked, both of you laughing at one another. You moved away from Jason. “I think we better stop before we get kicked out, your Ghost jokes earlier already have us on the instructor’s last straw. If it’s not cringy jokes, we’ll be kicked out for indecency.”

“There goes my plans of making out next to the kiln.” Jason shook his head. “I guess it would be bad if we couldn’t pick up our mugs later.”

Your eyes widened at your boyfriends hidden plans. A small twinkle of mischievousness in his eyes.

“We have to change up our make out spots once in a while, can’t let them catch on.” You playfully nudged his arm.

Jason smiled and brought your hands up to his mouth, a small kiss on your knuckles that were covered in paint.

A flutter inched in your stomach at the brief contact.

“Then we should schedule a knitting class tomorrow.”

[roboticchibitan]

So last year around February I randomly sent my brother this @shiftythrifting candle with no warning or context because I thought it was funny. He also found it hilarious.

So of course I'm getting him this one for a winter holiday gift

There's no way to leave a note but I think he'll know it's from me cuz sending him weird stuff is my hobby. I had a reward from T mobile once that was a free custom mug where you could upload two photos for it so I uploaded a photo of me making a weird face and a photo of my cat looking judgemental with a caption of "wtf." He said he was going to give it to all his guests.

[cheshirebitch]

Can i request reader who has pingu energy with making and giving alastor his valentines day card please?

I didn’t know what you meant at first until I REALIZED haha. I hope I did you justice and that you enjoy as much as I did writing it! (Here’s a gif for the people who don’t know what this lovely requester meant)

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Alastor x Reader

I really hated Valentine’s Day. Like, I really fucking hate Valentine’s Day. You can only like the holiday so much when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you, shot him, and then got hit by a car while speeding away from the police. Hell of a way to go, I know. Alastor found it hilarious. Especially when my ex tried to stay at the hotel. The lovely deer man ended up eating him before I could get a word in. That was when I realized I really had a thing for the old fashion man.

That pretty much explains why I was now trying to make a card perfect enough to present to him. Everything had to be perfect, but it definitely was not going as planned. I have created at least thirty cards by now, none of which were good enough to give to Alastor. The top three cards so far got ruined when I spilled my paint water on them. I tried recreating the one with the deer puns, since he is always making them with me whenever he has a chance. We were both deer. I joked with Alastor that the reason I was created into a demon deer was because I was hit by a car, like how deer were commonly struck during my time alive.

The next card was completely red with different shades. With how he dresses, and his diet preferences, I figured his favorite color was red, hopefully. Inside it wrote in the fanciest cursive I could write, “You have my whole heart, try not to eat it.” I thought he would get a good chuckle out of that, just in case he doesn’t return the feelings as well.

The last card was one that had a drawing of Alastor I was actually proud of, but of course that was right when I knocked over the cup. Which, of course, stuck me in a completely grumpy mood. I grabbed the red construction paper and slammed it aggressively onto the table. I glared daggers at the cup, now empty of all its paint water, before smacking it off the table.

With the red construction paper in front of me, I glanced around the table for what I should slap onto this three hour long project. Husk walked past before stopping and back peddling.

“What are you doing?” Without hesitating, I mean mugged him.

”This stupid fucking heartfelt card bullshit.” I snatched the red glitter glue from the edge of the table and squirted it messily onto the cover of the card. I grabbed the other shade of red construction paper and started cutting out a heart shape. Husk chuckled, shaking his head.

”To who?” My eyes snapped back up to look at him. I grabbed the three ruined cards and tossed them towards the end of the table Husk stood at. He looked down at them, carefully flipping them without ruining them further than I already had.

“Al-“

”You shut your mouth, Cat.” He raised his eyebrows, dropping the ruined cards back down. The last thing I need is for Alastor to hear and come snooping around. I know him well enough that he could hear when someone says his name and always shortly swings by like the nosy man he is. I mean, he was a radio host. It was his job to be nosy.

“I will leave you to it.” He raised his hands up in surrender, walking back out of the room and towards wherever his original destination was. Yeah, that’s what I thought. Get back to making your own stupid Valentine’s Day gift for Angel Dust. I huffed before slapping my cut out paper heart in the center. My fingers rummaged around the table, ready to grip the black marker whenever I found it. I was too busy glaring at the messy card. My teeth ripped off the cap, spitting the lid somewhere next to me, and then carefully writing his name with as much patience I had left. My patience was barely there, but there was enough for the cursive to come out great.

I was still pissed.

I snatched the card off the table, scribbled my message inside, and then marched to find the deer in question.

”Alastor! Where are you?” I strode into the lobby area, searching for Alastor so this nightmare could be done and over with.

"What's that frown on your face for?” Static and a smile.

“Here.” I spun around and aggressively held out the card, still completely grumpy about everything leading up to this moment. Alastor had an amused face, looking down at the card. Waiting for him to take it, I watched how he tossed his staff into the crook of his arm. His claws delicately took the card from my hands. Glad to be rid of the card and the pressure, I marched off back into the room where my three cards sat, slightly drier than before.

“Stupid fucking water. Stupid fucking cards.” I grumbled while cleaning up the mess I made on the table. Why did I have to worry so much if he liked it? Why did I even decide to even make him a card? He probably just thought it was friendly, or something negative. Valentine’s Day has always been just heartbreak, why did I set myself back up for it this year?

”You left before I could give you my gift, dear.” I jumped out of my skin and turned around to see Alastor looking at the three ruined cards.

”These are also very pleasant. I do wish they didn’t get ruined.” He flipped the cards back over to how they were sitting before. That’s when I saw the bouquet of my favorite flowers, a beautifully decorated card, and a black velvety box. My eyes shot up to his as they looked at me over his monocle. He straightened his back and took two long strides to me.

”I promise I won’t eat your heart if you promise to stop being so enticingly sweet.” The grump look on my face melted away into a sheepish smile. It must have been infectious as he smiled wider and more sincere. He gently places the gifts on a cleared section, then carefully grazes his claws on my face.

“There’s that beautiful smile, Mon Cher.” His hands dragged down from my face to my hands, pulling one up to kiss delicately, then flashing those crimson eyes of his back up to mine.

Okay, maybe Valentine’s Day won’t be so bad this year.

(As always, the character belong to their owner and the story belongs to me. If you have any requests or ideas, send them over :)! I will gladly try to write things for my supporters! Thank you for the love and have a great day <3!)

[cloudyskydreams]

Some general Hcs of UT Sans

felt like doing something silly and was actually motivated to work on these!! These were super fun I think I'm gonna do them for each character. Anyways hope y'all enjoy!!

•His wardrobe consists of his jacket, slippers, basketball shorts (he has like 4 pairs of the same shorts), a collection of pun tshirts, a floral Hawaiian shirt, and a tuxedo for special occasions papyrus created for him.

•He prefers coffee to tea and takes his coffee with no creamer and a few spoons of sugar. He prefers medium and dark roasts.

•He gets nightmares occasionally, they're mostly about fighting frisk over and over and the timelines he remembers papyrus dying. He doesn't remember all of the timelines but some stick out prominently in his mind.

•Had pretty bad depression for a bit while underground especially with the resets going on but it's gotten better and now he has a mild case of anxiety.

•Hates the feeling of deja vu, even someone else mentioning it happening to them makes him uncomfortable.

•Likes to watch documentaries, he generally falls asleep to them but he finds the space ones interesting and will stay awake to finish them.

•Loves gag gifts, fake wrapping paper that says a box is something else? Hilarious to him. Phallus shaped objects? He's got a collection going of them that his coworkers have given him. Just silly goofy gifts, he really enjoys them.

•His favorite mug is one that says worlds best dad and had a slight chip on the mouth part. When Papyrus and Sans got their first house on the surface they went thrift shopping and each picked out some mugs and plates(it's also where sans got alot of his tshirts). Sans picked that one and Papyrus begrudgingly agreed to let him get it. It's been his favorite mug since.

•Has NASA and star maps up on the walls of his room. Speaking of his room it's still a mess and the trashnado is back in business baby. He doesn't really try to keep it clean because he finds his own form of organization in the chaos but Papyrus occasionally picks up for him.

•Sans actually really enjoys walking but specifically only on rainy and gloomy days. There's just something about the atmosphere that has him in the mood to move his feet, it's the only time he willingly exercises and Papyrus likes to join him on his walks occasionally.

[lumosatnight]

Lani's Birthday Oneshots: 2024 🧁

As per tradition, today is my birthday and as a gift to you, I present a HP ONESHOT REC LIST to celebrate 🥳! Here are 15 oneshots, under 10k words (mostly), one for each day in June leading up to my birthday. Lots of genres, lots of tropes, ordered by ship (kinda).

🌼 - fluff | 💔 - angst | 🔥 - smut

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1. The Pirc Defence by @sleepstxtic [Draco/Harry, E, 10k] ♟️❣️ This fic is brilliant!! Masterful, even. Kat does it again with the intriguing plot, the deeply intense relationships, and strongly lovable characters. This is the chess rivals to lovers fic that everyone deserves and needs to read RIGHT NOW.

2. Nightswimming by @sweet-s0rr0w [Draco/Ron, established Draco/Harry, M, 5k] 🔥🌃 This fic is delicious. Searing hot anticipation. That feeling right before the climax, the first spark of the match before the fire is fully lit. Exquisite. I just want to bask in it.

3. Postcards Of A Life Well Lived by @ghaniblue [Luna/Draco/Harry, M, 950] 🌼🦋 Georgeous slice of life. I love the dynamic between the three, weaving in and out of each others' lives. Luna is a gem.

4. This Tree Grows from Ash and Dust by @wellhalesbells [Dudley/Draco, M, 9k] 💔♣️ This fic is rife with tension. The Drudley dynamic sucks you right in and with unrequited Drarry in the background! I cannot get enough.

5. Different by @camelliacats [Nigel/Colin, T, 10k] 🌼💔 Canon-compliant how Nigel falls in love with his best friend's brother. Teen romance, first loves, and all the wonderful complicated feelings that come along with it.

6. self-made by @onewhodiedyoung [Cho/Ginny, T, 3k] 💔🦢 Beautiful post-war story. Ginny grappling with her identity and who she is after everything. Cho knowing and supporting and growing.

7. My Kink Is Karma by @chaos-bear [Lavender/Gilderoy, E, 3k] 🔥🤣 What a pairing!! Hilarious fic with some hot and then awkward smut. But absolutely perfect.

8. thorns, in amber by @thisisdecemberista [Sirius/Lily, established James/Lily, E, 5k] 💔🔥 God, this fic. The infidelity angst mixed with war mixed with their all-consuming love for James. A whirlwind of emotions that had me in a death grip. So so good.

9. Bouquet by sky_watcher_rose [Minerva/Poppy, T, 3k] 🌼💐 So sweet, so lovely! A professors getting together story that melts my heart. I always knew Minerva was a sweetheart beneath that strict exterior.

10. the end of illusions (who could ever be saved) by lovelit [Tom/Percy, E, 3k] 🦁🐍 Percy discovers Tom's diary and things spiral from there. I absolutely adore Percy in this: hardworking, overlooked, and just seeking a friend.

11. Come Slowly, Eden by Paimpont [Voldemort/Molly, M, 3k] 💔🥧 A pairing that at first glace seems incongruous but actually works so well! Molly showing Voldemort kindness, and him showing her family mercy. *chef's kiss*

12. Tom Riddle Sr. by @limetameta [Tom & Tom Sr, T, 4k] 💔🏡 A Tom Riddle Sr. character study in which he raises Tom on his own. Voldemort is so much the same, and so much different. I would read so much more of this universe.

13. Unfinished by @turanga4 [Fat Friar & Harry, T, 1k] 💔🌙 Grief, love, and loss. A lovely, heartfelt look into the aftermath of the BOH and Harry finding comfort in Hogwarts.

14. Through the Sleepless Night by @mugsdontlie [Mundungus & Arabella, T, 2k] 🌼🐈 I love friendship fics and I love their friendship here! Mugs is the master of rare pair dynamics. There's such familiarity between the characters. It feels so real and the perfect backdrop to canon.

15. Sexy Gobs by @emilyrickman [Lighning Era & Professors, T, 650] 🌼📝 Hilarious and so creative. The formatting is insane! But I'm most impressed by creating a cohesive story simply from a couple of post-it notes.

BONUS FIC (>10k): Wit Beyond Measure by @midnightstargazer [Unrequited Bloody Baron/Grey Lady, T, 14k] 💔👑 Stunning, amazing fic showcasing Helena Ravenclaw. Struggling under the expectations of her mother, leaving to find herself, and returning to safeguard the castle's students. I love the depth, the fleshed-out insight we get into her character!

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Want more fics to read?

Try my rec tag: #lumosinthelibrary

Bday Oneshots (<10k), Year in Reading, WLW Library

[themratts]

A Surprise For Papa

[ A mysterious 'gift' arrives at the ministry, addressed to Copia, and he's not quite sure what to make of it ]

Rating: Teens and Up (May be subject to change)

Chapter One • Delivery (word count : 2.3K)

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It was easy enough for Papa to get into the zone when it came to his ministry work. Despite how tedious and time consuming it could often be, by now, at his age, he was more than familiar with the grind and it came simply enough to him every day.

He’d sit, at his usual deskspace with his usual documents and reports and church budgets and he’d scribble away at them for as long as he had to. The trick was not to get knocked out of his focus once he was already in. That in itself, was the hard part. As he set his coffee mug down, three sturdy knocks met the door of his study, and when the Ghoul’s voice followed, Papa knew he was in for a long day.

“Hey,” Before Copia could even respond, the door was being opened and his eyes were greeted by the sleek and feisty figure of the fire ghoul. Dewdrop leaned against the doorframe, he told him, “Something’s here for you,”

“What?” That was odd. Not that things - fanmail, letters, whatever else - never came for him, but they were commonly delivered to his personal chambers. The odd part was the way Dew had shown up just to tell him about it, “Here for me?”

“Yeah.”

“What is it?” He asked but the ghoul only shrugged.

“Haven’t opened it. But it’s weird.”

Copia wasn’t sure if he was more curious, or worried. He turned in his chair now, papers forgotten for the moment. “Weird how?”

“Come and see for yourself,” As he left, Dewdrop flicked his tail and then it disappeared into the hallway. Papa knew he shouldn’t. He needed to stay, to get things done. Yet, he couldn’t help the urge to follow him. As if something was pulling him from his chair. Copia rose to his feet, and made his way after the ghoul in the distance.

He led him through the hall and down the main staircase. Before turning, and gearing them into the ghoul livingspace. A widened room with separate halls that would lead to ghoul dormitories, but the open area served as a nice space for them to hang out. Ahead, Papa could see two ghouls crowded around a small table. And when he got closer, he recognized them to be Aether and Swiss. Aether was especially close to whatever was on the table, nose twitching when he sniffed so curiously. Dew stepped to the side, hands on his hips.

“Guys, move.”

The other ghouls looked up, and backed away when Copia approached. Now that he could see what they were looking at, he was even more weirded out. A basket, it looked like, covered by a lumpy, stuffed-in sheet with a single folded piece of paper sat atop. A note, it looked like. It simply read “Papa” on the front. Copia’s brows furrowed, creasing the paint on his forehead. He looked at the mysterious package, to his ghouls, and then back down.

“Where did you get this?”

“It was left at the gate this morning,” Swiss answered, crossing his legs where he sat on the other side of the table.

“The gate?” Copia almost laughed, “This isn’t a prank, is it?”

“Nope,” and Dew shoved his clawed hands into his pockets, “Although that’d be hilarious.”

On the other side of Papa, Aether was taking another step back. He shook his head and crossed his arms, “It smells so strange,” He noted, tilting his head, “You should open it.”

“It smells strange? What does it smell like?”

All three ghouls exchanged a look. A hard to read expression, but it was enough to creep Copia out. He shivered, and when none of them answered, he reached instead for the note that was laid atop the blanket. It was written in unfamiliar handwriting, on thin, ordinary lined paper. He scanned the front and the back, before flipping it open. In big letters on the inside, the words read,

“Your problem now.”

Disturbing. A deeper confusion coursed through him and Papa turned back to his ghouls, “you are sure this isn’t a prank?”

“Not a chance,” Dew raised his hands innocently. Feeling defeated , Copia once again forced his attention back to the basket. He was almost scared to open it. He felt a pressure in his chest, an uneasiness. The circumstances were just so weird. But what choice did he really have?

“Alright,” He sighed. And Copia let his gloved fingers grace the edge of the basket. He hovered there for a second, before moving again. And when he did, he jumped backwards. Something inside the basket had moved, too. “Wh-what the hell!?”

“Dude,” Dew pushed him forward, “Open it!”

“What is it!?”

“We don’t know any more than you do.” A blatant lie.

Papa grumbled. He went to push and rub at his temples but halted when he remembered his face paint. He had to resort to a groan instead.

The thought that whatever was in the basket was alive was both alarming and very concerning. His hand crept forward to the blanket again, as he decided not to waste anymore time in getting to the bottom of it. Carefully, he removed the sides from their tucked position, and lifted the blanket from the basket.

It was barely in his hand for a second before he’d dropped it in shock. Papa gasped, stumbling backward and letting his mouth drop open. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to be inside- but it definitely wasn’t that. A tiny, wrapped up, sleeping little baby.

“What-what the fuck!?” He yelled , slapping his hand to his head. Way, way too startled to care about his paint anymore, “what.. what!!?”

The ghouls were looking at each other, but none of them seemed as surprised. They’d known, of course, what was in there the whole time- from the moment they’d picked it up, the sound of the infant’s heartbeat had been a giveaway.

Copia spun around to them, “what is the goddamn meaning of this!?”

But Dew shrugged, “I feel like we should be asking you that,”

“che cazzo vuoi dire!?”

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious,”

“No it isn’t!?”

“Well,” Swiss leaned forward on the table, “it must be yours.”

“My…..” Copia felt like he’d just hit a brick wall. His stomach absolutely dropped, and he stared blankly at the small baby in confusion and disbelief. “..it… n-no, it can’t be. It can’t be,”

“Why the hell else would it be here?”

“It-It’s not mine.”

“Dude-“

“It isn’t!” Stressed, Copia’s fingers raked through his hair, “It-It just can’t be!”

“Hey, Relax,” Aether placed a hand, soothingly to Copia’s back. Well, about as soothingly as pointed claws can manage, “we’ll figure this out,”

Inside the basket, all the commotion had begun to rouse the sleeping infant. Its hands grabbed weakly at the sheet it was swaddled in , eyes barely opening. Copia just watched. He could hardly breathe.

It… it couldn’t be….

..Could it?

Dew’s tail thumped against Copia’s leg, “why the fuck would someone leave you with their baby if it’s not yours?”

“Can you, please…” Papa groaned. He pulled a chair out from the table and slumped himself into it. “I need… to think for a minute. I just… oh my god…”

Swiss leaned a little closer. Nose angled toward the baby’s hair, “little thing’s super fresh too,” he said, then looked up, “what were you doing nine months ago? Or. I guess. Who?”

Copia remained slumped against the table. He shook his head, “how-how should I know..”

“Nine months ago… nine…” Aeth suddenly snapped his fingers, “We were still out on tour nine months ago,”

The realization settled in on all of them, and all three ghouls slowly turned their heads toward Papa. He was staring blankly at the table, unmoving, stiff as a board but the piercing red that painted his ears was a clear indication that he was in fact, still listening.

“..So, did you..?”

“-on tour?”

“I mean, that’s about right, but-”

“Please.” Copia groaned and leaned back in his chair. His head was pounding, even as he tried to think back to however many months ago, just entertaining the idea that this baby was somehow his had him shaken. What were the chances of this!? He felt… extremely unprepared. “Just… just let me breathe for one moment..”

The ghouls managed to silence themselves, and exchanged looks instead. They weren’t entirely sure how to feel, either. As humorous as it partially was, this was also a very, very serious deal. If this was, in fact, the child of an Emeritus.

The baby made a small, fussy noise and flexed its little hand again. Aether reached forward, allowing it to grab hold of his claw. He smiled, “Cute,”

“Do you think it came from on tour?” Dew asked, and leaned forward on the table beside Papa. The man was quiet for a second, mind running a mile a minute. It was moments until he answered. Quietly, palm against his forehead.

“It’s… it’s not impossible,” he groaned, “but-but unlikely, no? This wasn’t.. I mean, I..”

“I guess you’re a father now,” Dewdrop suddenly slapped him on the back, “Congratulations,”

“Fermare, we don’t know that,”

“There is literally no other reason this baby would be here right now,”

“You know, it’s addressed to ‘Papa’ and not to ‘Copia’, notice?” Aether pointed out, then. He picked the card up, and flipped it around on all sides, as if in search of a clue, “Maybe it came from someone inside the ministry? You know, a congregational member?”

Swiss shrugged, “Yeah, but on tour?”

“Those Sisters who come along and help out backstage?”

“Ohhhh,”

They both looked to Copia, awaiting an answer or reply but he just sat there, blank look on his face. His eyes descended toward the baby in the basket, who was looking at him now, too, and smiling. His heart felt a million things at once, “I can’t believe this..”

“What about a DNA test?” Aether suggested with a shrug, “You know, just to make sure.”

“Yes,” Papa swallowed. It was almost like the reality had started to settle in, and the longer he gazed upon the infant the realer it started to feel. Was it true? Was he really a father now? And if that were the case… who the hell was this baby’s mother?

He felt regret, fear and uncertainty. Guilt. Copia leaned forward, exhaling deeply and covering the upper part of his face with his already paint-stained gloves. He shook his head, mumbling something not quite audible. The ghouls looked at each other. And Dew took a step back, “I’m gonna go get Sister,”

“No,” Copia lifted his head, “Please, per favore, she cannot know about this!”

“What?” The ghoul let out an amused hiss, one of laughter, “You expect to hide an entire baby from her?” He could practically see Papa sweating.

“we-well… eh…”

“They’re gonna know about this one way or another.”

He knew they were right. Groaning again, Copia just shook his head and slumped back in the chair. He didn’t notice when Dewdrop turned and left the room, but even then, he didn’t care. His body felt numb, and he stared and stared at that little bundle on the table. How could something so small carry such a heavy weight of responsibility? He couldn’t even imagine what this would do to his schedule. To his… everything. Copia trembled.

“I.. I-I don’t know the first thing about taking care of a baby,” And Aether placed a hand on his shoulder, patting it there.

“It’s alright,” He did his best to comfort, “You’ll figure it out,”

“How could this have happened…” Papa shook his head, slowly. And when he turned, and looked up at the ghoul beside him, his eyes appeared damp, “How could I be such an idiot?”

“You aren’t an idiot,”

“The thought of..” He paused, and his lip quivered. Copia turned his head away, emotions hitting him somewhat suddenly. He told him, “...the thought of someone, someone carrying my child, while I am far away, with no idea, no way to care for her, to be there or to help… that breaks my heart,”

“Hey,” Aether continued to pat his shoulder, “Hey, It’s alright. And… besides. She seemed to know where you are, yeah? She left the baby here. So.. if she’d wanted you for anything, don’t you think she’d have reached out?”

Papa hung his head, low. The words weren’t nearly as comforting as they might’ve sounded. Whoever this woman was, she likely wanted nothing to do with him. Nor with the baby, apparently. The longer he thought about it, the sadder he became.

Copia rose from his seat. The baby gazed up at him, eyes wide and curious, and made a small babbling sound. The man sighed, “I don’t know. I don’t know.. where this came from, or what’s going on here, but. We certainly aren’t going to leave it here, and certainly not without a home.”

From the basket, he lifted the little baby, still wrapped and swaddled in its blankets. It was warm, precious, and when its little head lay against him he felt himself melt. He mumbled quietly, “You are certainly adorable..” And brought one finger up to let it grab. The baby giggled, gently when it did and Copia couldn’t fight his smile. “I wonder if you have a name,”

“I guess you’ll pick the name,”

“I guess…” Papa sighed. He only watched, still and mesmerized by the tiny being in his arms, how sweet and sound, and resting on the possibility that this baby was his own. He just couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t. It had been so quick, so sudden. And yet.. after only ten seconds in his arms, Copia knew. If this baby was his… if it was really true. He wouldn’t stop at anything to be the best, the best Papa that he could possibly be.

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[elvisbdoll]

—“Wrapping gifts”—

Summary: Elvis tried to help out wrapping some gifts, but ended up making a mess, you decided to help him out.

Words: about 800 I guess

Paring : BLACK!OC x ELVIS

Tw: none? Fluff, elvis being elvis, cursing (elvis)

A/N: this is something that I came up the last minute, I think this would be hilarious 🫶 enjoy!

It was Christmas Eve, 1972, and Graceland was alive with holiday energy. The tree stood tall and glittering, decorated with an over-the-top mix of lights, ornaments, and garlands that only Elvis could pull off. The air smelled of pine, cinnamon, and freshly baked cookies, and the sound of carols drifted through the halls. Everyone was busy preparing for the festivities, wrapping gifts, cooking, and spreading Christmas cheer.

Everyone, that is, except Elvis Presley, who was in the den waging a losing war against wrapping paper and tape.

“Damnit,” Elvis muttered under his breath, glaring at the mess in front of him. A half-wrapped gift sat in his lap, surrounded by crumpled paper, ribbons tangled like spaghetti, and tape that had somehow found its way onto everything—his fingers, his clothes, and even his face.

He held the gift up for inspection. It looked like it had been wrapped by a blindfolded raccoon. “How in the hell do people make this look easy?” he muttered.

From the hallway, you heard the unmistakable sounds of Elvis’s frustration and decided to check in on him. You peeked into the den, and what you saw made you burst into laughter.

There he was, the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll, surrounded by chaos. A roll of tape dangled off one hand, ribbons were stuck to his sleeves, and—most amusing of all—three strips of tape were plastered haphazardly across his cheek.

“Elvis,” you said, stepping into the room with a grin, “what on earth are you doing?”

He looked up at you, his blue eyes filled with a mix of annoyance and defeat. “What’s it look like I’m doin’, darlin’? I’m tryin’ to wrap these damn presents.” He gestured to the mess around him. “And I’m failin’ miserably.

You laughed, setting down the mug of cocoa you’d brought. “You’ve got tape on your face!”

“What?” He touched his cheek, and his eyes widened when his fingers met the sticky strips. “Goddamnit, how’d that happen?”

“I have no idea,” you said, unable to stop giggling, “but it’s a good look for you. Very… festive.”

Elvis narrowed his eyes at you, but the corners of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. “You think this is funny, huh?”

“Oh, it’s hilarious,” you said, kneeling beside him. “Let me help you before you accidentally gift wrap yourself.”

He huffed, sitting back with his arms crossed. “Fine. But if you’re gonna help, you gotta promise not to laugh.”

“No promises,” you teased, reaching out to gently peel the tape off his face.

As you worked to free him from his sticky predicament, Elvis muttered under his breath about how he could sell out arenas and charm crowds but couldn’t handle a roll of tape. You carefully unwrapped the mess of tape from his hands and showed him how to fold the paper neatly around the box.

“See?” you said, demonstrating. “You just fold here, then here. Now tape it—just one piece, Elvis. Not the whole roll.”

“Easier said than done,” he grumbled, mimicking your movements. His first attempt wasn’t perfect, but it was a huge improvement.

“Hey, not bad,” you said, giving him a small clap. “You’re learning!”

He grinned, clearly proud of himself. “Well, look at that. I’m a regular gift-wrappin’ expert now.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” you teased, handing him another box. “We’ve still got a whole stack to go.”

As the two of you worked together, Elvis’s frustration melted into laughter. He tried to tie a bow on one of the presents but somehow ended up tying his fingers together instead.

“Damnit!” he said, shaking his hands as you laughed so hard you nearly fell over.

“Here, let me,” you said, undoing the knot and showing him how to make a proper bow.

“You’re enjoyin’ this way too much,” he said, narrowing his eyes at you playfully.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted with a grin.

By the time you were halfway through the pile of gifts, Elvis had gotten the hang of it—sort of. There were still a few crooked edges and a little too much tape, but the presents looked much better than when he started.

“Y’know,” Elvis said, leaning back and surveying the pile of gifts under the tree, “I think we make a pretty good team.”

“We do,” you agreed, brushing a stray ribbon off your lap. “But let’s be honest—if it weren’t for me, you’d still be stuck to that roll of tape.”

He laughed, the deep, warm sound filling the room. “Alright, alright, I’ll admit it—I needed the help. But don’t go tellin’ everybody. Can’t have the world knowin’ the King can’t wrap a present to save his life.”

“Oh, I’m definitely telling everyone,” you teased, earning a mock glare from him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said, pulling you into his lap.

“And you’re lucky I’m good at wrapping,” you shot back, leaning against him.

As the two of you sat there, basking in the glow of the Christmas tree, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Sure, the gifts weren’t perfectly wrapped, and there was still tape stuck to Elvis’s pants, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the laughter, the teasing, and the warmth of being together.

Elvis pressed a kiss to your temple and smiled. “Merry Christmas, darlin’.”

“Merry Christmas, Elvis,” you replied, wrapping your arms around him.

And as the snow fell softly outside, covering Graceland in a blanket of white, you couldn’t imagine a more perfect Christmas Eve.

[esmedelacroix]

1 day til' Christmas

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It was the last day of keeping your pregnancy from Miguel and you couldn't be happier; tomorrow he would open his last Christmas gift and see a positive pregnancy test. You couldn't wait to share this great news with him.

The plan was to go to the hospital that morning but you miraculously got snowed in and you hadn't vomited that morning making it crucial to take it slow when drinking and eating.

Normally on Christmas Eve, the two of you shared a bottle of red wine and finished wrapping presents for each other and family and friends.

This Christmas, you would do the same but instead of wine, you’d have eggnog. Every single holiday Miguel is reminded that you hate the idea of egg nog. “Who would ever drink egg milk? That’s weird,” you said.

“I drink said, ‘egg milk’, it's one of my holiday comfort drinks,” Miguel would respond.

“I know but—“ you’d start.

“Please don’t yuck my yum,” he joked. “You’ve never even tried it before,” he continued.

You still had never tried eggnog but now you had a feeling that you’d like it. You took a small sip and your taste buds did pirouettes. Eggnog tasted like a sweet vanilla-flavored version of milk.

“This is good!” you exclaimed.

“Told ya,” Miguel responded as he began to wrap up personalized Fender guitar picks. He always swore Hobie got on his nerves but he still cared. Enough to get him such a valuable yet thoughtful gift.

The two of you enjoyed your drinks and marveled at the gifts you got each other. It was never really a surprise on Christmas day since you always wrapped everything together. There were one or two gifts that the two of you wanted to keep a surprise including yours. "What's this?" Miguel asked as he picked up a small rectangular box that had his name on it.

"That's your gift but I want it to be a surprise," you replied.

"Hmm, interesting," he replied as he put the gift down thinking it was something like a watch or a ridiculously expensive pen like the years before.

After two hours you were finally done wrapping all the gifts. You were both famished afterward. You were heavily craving some hot chocolate and marshmallows but you didn't have any marshmallows. On top of that, the two of you couldn't leave your home because of the snowstorm.

Thankfully, out of all of the random things that Miguel knows how to do, making marshmallows was one of them. You thankfully had all the ingredients, you tried to follow along but it was way too complicated. You sat on your kitchen island and asked him questions while he skillfully made the marshmallows.

You purposefully asked the dumbest random questions and he found it hilarious. While he was letting the marshmallows sit, he let you lick the bowl like you were a child again making cookies with a loved one that let you try the dough.

The two of you had prepared dinner while waiting for the marshmallows to finish setting. Christmas Eve dinner was your favorite because it was breakfast for dinner. This year's menu was eggnog French toast with cranberry jam and cheesy omelets with spinach and tomatoes in them.

In perfect timing, right after the two of you finished eating and cleaning up after your meal, the marshmallows were done. The two of you got comfy and cuddled on the couch wrapped in blankets watching Holidate with mugs with steaming hot cocoa in hand.

The night was perfect and your heart raced with excitement of what was to come the next morning. You fell asleep halfway through the movie so Miguel carried you to your shared room.

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The lovers were nestled all snug in their bed

While visions of a baby shower danced in your head

Santa sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle,

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

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to be continued → Christmas Special

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Night Before Christmas - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 608 - 25 Days of Jegumas

The Potter family living room was the picture of cozy chaos. The fireplace crackled merrily, casting warm flickers of light on the garland-decked walls. Snow drifted lazily outside the frosted windows. Harry sat cross-legged on the floor, wide-eyed and eager, with a mug of cocoa clasped in his small hands. James lounged in the armchair, wand in hand as he conjured snowflake illusions, while Regulus Black, sat primly on the sofa with a steaming cup of tea and an expression of mild amusement.

“Right, Harry,” James began, grinning mischievously as he adjusted his glasses. “It’s time for the annual Potter tradition: ‘The Night Before Christmas,’ Potter-Style!”

Harry clapped his hands excitedly. “You’re gonna tell it your way, Dad?”

“Of course! Now listen up, kiddo. And you too, Papa Reggie. You might learn a thing or two about festive flair.”

Regulus arched an eyebrow but said nothing, taking a sip of his tea.

James cleared his throat dramatically. “’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring—except, of course, for your Uncle Sirius, who had managed to get stuck in the chimney because he thought it’d be fun to play Santa.”

Harry giggled, and even Regulus’s lips twitched into a faint smile.

“The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, though Sirius’s boots were dangling there too—it was quite the sight, let me tell you. But then—oh, Harry, this is the important part—there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.”

James leaned in closer, his voice dropping for effect. “And what to my wondering eyes should appear but—wait for it—a sleigh pulled not by reindeer, but by Thestrals!”

“Thestrals?” Harry asked, his brow furrowed.

“Much cooler than reindeer, right? And who was driving the sleigh? Not old Saint Nick, no sir! It was someone way more stylish—your dad!”

Regulus let out a faint scoff, muttering, “Modest as always.”

James ignored him, his grin widening. “But I wasn’t alone. Sitting beside me, holding onto the reins like the dashing co-pilot he is, was none other than your very serious Papa Reggie!”

Regulus froze mid-sip, his sharp grey eyes narrowing. “I beg your pardon?”

Harry burst into laughter, and James’s grin turned wicked. “That’s right, Harry! Papa Reggie here looked absolutely majestic in his Santa hat and bright red robes. He had a sack of enchanted gifts, each one guaranteed to hex anyone who dared to regift it. He was the true star of the show!”

Regulus spluttered. “James Potter, what on earth are you—?”

But James pressed on, undeterred. “And when we landed on the roof, Reggie slipped—oh, it was hilarious—and landed right in a snowdrift. But don’t worry, Harry, he used his wand to freeze my trousers in retaliation. He’s sneaky like that.”

Regulus’s tea finally betrayed him. Mid-sip, he let out a strangled noise and choked, sputtering tea across the room. Harry doubled over in laughter, clutching his sides, while James nearly fell out of his chair from glee.

Regulus, now red-faced but composed, set down his teacup with deliberate precision. “James, if you don’t stop this nonsense right now—”

“Oh, come on, Reggie,” James interrupted, leaning back with a smirk. “It’s a Potter tradition! You’re family now; you’ve got to play along.”

Regulus glared at him but couldn’t quite suppress the slight upward twitch of his lips. Harry, wiping away tears of laughter, piped up, “Tell us more, Dad! What happened next?”

Regulus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Merlin save me,” he muttered.

James winked at him. “Next? Well, that’s when Papa Reggie got into a snowball fight with the house-elves…”

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Risotto..... with a witch/wizard bestie... /platonic..........

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Risotto with a witch/wizard reader (platonic)

- Every morning, you and Risotto make your own brews—coffee for him and tea for you—in complete silence. It’s never awkward, he hands you sugar before you ask and you slide his mug over without looking up. It’s honestly sort of a routine that’s very comforting for the both of you, but neither would admit it

- Risotto is surprisingly willing to test out your experimental potions. He drinks them with a straight face, even when you know they taste like absolute death. The only time he broke was after drinking one that made his voice echo like he was in a cave. His only response? “…Never again.”

- On quiet evenings, the two of you sit together at the table: you enchanting small spell bags while Risotto mends his cloak or stitches up a new pouch for you. Sometimes, he’ll grumble about your messy stitches and grab the needle from you, fixing it with a precision that makes you wonder if he was a tailor in a past life

- Between his crows and your familiars, it’s a zoo whenever you hang out. The two of you have a running game: who can convince the crows to bring the weirdest “gift”? Risotto once won with a pack of male thongs, and you still can’t look at it without cracking up

- You suggested he add a touch of silver embroidery to his cape once, and now all his outfits have the most intricate metallic detailing. When you bring it up, he grunts and changes the subject, but you’ve definitely caught him eyeing one of your spell-enchanted cloaks for inspiration

- One of your experimental potions accidentally left Risotto with a faint sparkling aura for a full day. He was less than thrilled. “I look like a damn chandelier.” You teased him so much that day, only to find a glittery crow feather mysteriously tucked into your bag the next morning

- You drag him to antique bookshops all the time, searching for grimoires and rare spell books. He doesn’t complain, but he’s banned from one store after accidentally knocking over a whole shelf of books. You still laugh about it every time you walk by. “I don’t know why you still need my help; you’ve got magic for this.”

- Whenever Risotto goes on missions, you insist on giving him enchanted trinkets, like a charm that wards off angry badgers or a tiny bottle of “just-in-case” antidote. He acts like it’s ridiculous but never argues. One time, the badger charm actually came in handy, and you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it

- Whenever you animate objects to dance around the room, Risotto pretends to ignore it, but you’ve caught him being dragged into the chaos more than once. He has no rhythm, but there’s something hilarious about seeing a deadly assassin awkwardly slow dancing with a floating broom

- Risotto’s crows adore you and have started tattling on him. If he skips meals or pushes himself too hard, they come straight to you. You’ll show up at his door with food, and he’ll just glare at the birds perched on your shoulder. “You bribe them, don’t you?” You just grin as you shove the food into his hands

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