#Jingle-Karaoke

[finn-is-in-the-binn]

LIFE IS A HIGHWAY DEDICATED TO ANGELA

theyre not letting her love for mator die and i love that

[ka-19]

not entirely sure how to conjugate my thoughts properly but. i need to hear harrys rendition of holiday songs, post martanaise?? like, i know it makes sense that post memory loss he has trouble remembering how phrases go (burn that bridge when we get to it, too many cooks broke the camels back, etc), but does that apply to songs, too??

thats all to say, i desperately need to hear him to preform holiday karaoke and sing "jingle My bells"

[jichanxo]

obligatory flex art (i am out of practice but i love that guy)

[lcvemiyuki]

"ice cream kisses" | atsumu, hq

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓊝 ࿐𓂃𓂃𓂃

content: he would follow anywhere you would go—even full speed towards an ice cream truck

warnings: disgustingly cute, fem!reader, timeskip!atsumu x reader, established relationship

character(s): atsumu

word count: 541

a/n: summer dates, summer datesss

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The windows were rolled down, letting the cool breeze flow in and out of Atsumu’s car. His hands were on the wheel, but he couldn't keep his honey eyes off you. Your head was out the window, your hands making waves like you were in your own little world. He mentally chuckled at the sight, watching you with a fond smile as you enjoyed the simple pleasure of the wind passing by your face.

Atsumu was dressed casually, in an open shirt that revealed his toned physique. His sunglasses were perched at the back of his head, and he wore comfortable shorts that completed his relaxed look. His chest still slightly damp from the beach trip you guys planned spontaneously. Your reasoning was because it looked sunny enough and you were dying in the house.

You cranked up the music, having a mini karaoke session in the passenger seat. Your phone served as a makeshift microphone, and you sang, belting out the lyrics with a passion that made him laugh. He glanced at you, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “A real star, aren’t ya?”

You grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Sorry, my concert tickets are sold out.”

“Look! There’s the ice cream man!” you suddenly yelled, causing Atsumu to swerve slightly. The jingle of the ice cream truck was faint but unmistakable, and the childlike excitement in your voice was contagious.

Before he could scold you for screaming in his ear, you urged him to chase after the truck like it was a high-speed chase. He obliged, speeding up and parking on the side of the beach-side neighborhood before hopping out of the car to run after the pink truck. You, more excited than him, ran a bit faster.

You quickly grabbed his hand to run at the same pace, and he couldn’t help the wide grin that spread across his face. Your enthusiasm was infectious, and he found himself laughing as you both reached the ice cream truck, slightly out of breath.

“Two—cones—please,” you said, beaming at the vendor while trying to spit out the words. Atsumu watched you, his heart swelling with affection. He loved these spontaneous moments with you, the way your eyes lit up with joy over the simplest things.

The two of you sat on the curb with personalized ice cream cones in hand, enjoying the sweet treats. The setting sun cast a golden glow over everything, making the moment feel almost magical. The coolness of the ice cream was a welcome contrast to the warmth of the day and the lingering heat from the beach.

“Oh, the trouble ya get me into,” Atsumu said with a chuckle, shaking his head. “I swear, ya keep me on my toes.”

“Isn’t that why you like me?” you teased, taking a playful bite of your ice cream as you nudged him with your shoulder.

“Maybe,” he admitted, his eyes twinkling. “Or maybe it’s ‘cause yer the only one who can keep up with me.”

Your laughter faded into a soft gasp as his hand reached up to smear the ice cream on your lips, interrupting your protests. "Hey!" you exclaimed, eyes widening in surprise. The cold sensation on your lips was startling, but the mischievous glint in his eyes made your reaction falter.

But before you could finish your sentence, Atsumu leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. You could feel the warmth of his breath, the anticipation tingling in the air. With a fleeting look of fondness, he closed the gap between you, his lips brushing against yours as he kissed the ice cream off.

Your heart skipped a beat at the unexpected intimacy, a slight hitch escaping your lips as the sweet flavor lingered between you. The sound pulled a small smile on him as he pressed against your lips; the taste of vanilla and the faint saltiness of the sea mingled. After he pulled back, a sly smirk played on his lips as he licked the remnants of the ice cream from his own. You sat there, still frozen, blinking a bit too much as you tried to register the kiss.

"Quiet now?" he asked and you swore you could see speckles of mischievous in those hooded eyes.

You shook your head, unable to contain your smile. "Shut up," you replied, lightly swatting his arm.

“Ya love it,” he teased, his arm snaking around your shoulders and drawing you closer. As you both savored your ice cream, the distant melody of crashing waves and the joyous laughter of nearby children added to the ambiance, amplifying that warm and fuzzy feeling between you.

“Next time, I’m drivin’,” you declared, looking at Atsumu with a determined glint in your eyes.

“Oh really?” he challenged, raising an eyebrow. “We’d probably end up in the ocean.”

“Don’t tempt me,” you shot back, your grin widening cunningly.

Atsumu snickered, “Wherever ya go, I’ll follow.”

He pulled you closer, his thumb caressing your shoulder in a comforting gesture; your head nestled in the crook of his neck as if drawn by a magnetic force—finding a perfect fit against his skin.

𓇼𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆉𓇼

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Sing, Well, Try To Sing For You (Mapi Leon and Ingrid Engen x Reader)

Day 14. This is the first time I have tried writing a three person relationship. I hope you enjoy, can't believe there only 10 days left of this!

The snow had started falling just after sunset, a steady drift of large, soft flakes that blanketed the street outside and made the night feel like a scene from the snow globe you knew was sitting on your windowsill in the other room. Inside the warmth of Mapi and Ingrid’s cozy apartment, the three of you were settled in for a festive, low-key evening. A string of Christmas lights cast a gentle glow around the living room, where the three of you had a small Christmas tree set up, already half-buried in gifts you’d been excited to exchange.

You had yet to move in with your lovers having been in a relationship with them for a little over a year now. The two of them taking a liking to you the instant you joined Barcelona two seasons ago but taking a little while to work out their feeling and the logistics of said feelings for you. They had finally brought it up with you just before Christmas last year at the club you and the team had gone to in order to celebrate the holidays. Mapi and Ingrid had saved you from a weird man trying to grind on you on the dance floor and had confessed that they were more than just protective of you because you were a teammate. Luckily for all of you, you had felt the same way about the women just didn’t know how to approach a conversation around it.

This all lead you to the here and now, where Ingrid set down three mugs of steaming hot cocoa, each one topped with a mountain of whipped cream and a dusting of cinnamon. “I think that’s the last of the whipped cream,” she said, her cheeks pink from a combination of the heat and the sight of you and Mapi curled up together on the sofa.

“Perfect, just in time,” Mapi said, grabbing her mug and settling herself back on the couch, patting the space on the other side of her. A gesture that made you pout a little in protest to not have the Norwegian sandwiching you between them. “Can’t do karaoke without fuel.”

You raised your eyebrows, your mind shifting away from the thought of being sandwiched by your lovers. “Karaoke? We didn’t exactly decide on that yet,” you teased, knowing full well Mapi had been hinting at it since earlier in the day.

Mapi shot you a playful grin, tossing a pillow your way only to be scolded by Ingrid about the steaming mug of cocoa you had in your hand and how that could end up in your lap burning you. “Oh, come on! It’s Christmas. What else are we going to do? Go stand outside in the snow?”

Ingrid laughed, snuggling close to Mapi and pulling the fluffy blanket over all three of you. “You’re both lucky. My usual Christmas karaoke partners have been my family back home and trust me, my dad’s version of ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ is something no one should have to hear.” There was a small grimace on her face as she spoke, a testament to how bad it really must be.

You snorted, imagining Ingrid’s typically reserved dad belting out the holiday classic, and leaned in to make your pitch. “Okay, okay, I’ll give it a try,” you said. “But don’t expect any Grammy-winning vocals. I am no Adele.”

Mapi grinned, eyes twinkling mischievously. “Oh, we’re definitely expecting something memorable.”

Grabbing her phone, she queued up a playlist of Christmas karaoke songs, and before you could change your mind, the familiar opening notes of All I Want for Christmas Is You began to play. Mapi shot up, hand outstretched in your direction like a microphone, her eyes daring you.

“You’re first,” she said, bouncing slightly with excitement. She had been waiting to rope you into her singing antics for the last week or so, knowing full well Ingrid would only get involved if you did. The Norwegian was powerless to saying no to the both of you together.

Giggling, you took an exaggerated breath and launched into the first verse, immediately straying off-key. You were painfully aware of how shaky your voice was, but a quick look at Mapi and Ingrid’s laughing faces only spurred you on. You poured your heart into each word, completely butchering the notes, throwing in an extra dramatic flair as you went. Your hands were thrown out left and right and you even tipped your head right back when you were trying, and failing, to hit the higher and longer notes.

Ingrid was beside herself with laughter, her face buried in her hands, while Mapi watched in wide-eyed delight. By the time you hit the chorus, you were practically yelling, arms outstretched as if you were performing for a sold-out arena.

Bagheera was sleeping peacefully on the arm next to Ingrid when you had all settled in, she was now sat up looking in your direction in as much disgust as a cat could display. As you started the chorus the cat had obviously had enough, meowing her distaste and jumping off the sofa before quickly heading for your open bedroom door. Mapi finally lost it, doubling over with laughter and clapping her hands. “I, dios mio, I can’t breathe,” she gasped, wiping tears from her eyes.

You shrugged, looking unbothered. “What? You were the one who asked for karaoke.”

Ingrid tried to contain herself, though she was still giggling. “I don’t think I’ve heard anyone commit that hard to singing a song that off-key before. You really went for it.”

“Oh, just you wait,” you warned, grabbing the imaginary mic and thrusting it toward her. “Now it’s your turn!”

She gave you a look of wide-eyed horror, shaking her head. “I don’t think I’m any better,” she protested, but with Mapi’s look of encouragement and pure eagerness, she finally took a breath and began singing along to Last Christmas.

To your surprise, Ingrid’s voice was soft and surprisingly melodic, though she was shy about hitting some of the higher notes. Mapi looked at her with a proud smile, nodding along to the beat, and you couldn’t help but join in, trying to match you tune with her, which was impossible for you. Eventually, you pulled Mapi in, and soon all three of you were singing at the top of your lungs, Ingrid’s occasional nervous giggles blending into her notes.

Mapi put her arm around both you and Ingrid as she danced and sang along, her loud and raspy voice making each note sound hilariously exaggerated. You watched her, laughing so hard you were practically doubled over, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was having a blast.

When the song ended, you were all out of breath and still chuckling. Mapi grabbed the imaginary microphone back and put on a low, dramatic voice. “Ladies and gentlemen, next up, I give you…” She made a drum roll with her hands, looking pointedly at you. “The Christmas Karaoke Champion!”

You groaned, already laughing again. “Mapi, I think you’re just saying that because I’m the worst singer here.”

“Not at all,” she replied, adopting a very serious expression. “In fact, you are by far the most memorable.”

She queued up Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and as soon as the song started, you began belting out the lyrics, sounding more like a drunk in a club than anything resembling the original tune. Mapi doubled over in laughter, thoroughly enjoying your enthusiasm, while Ingrid clapped along, nodding with an encouraging look directed your way.

When you finally reached the end of the song, you took and over the top bow, before thanking your fans like Elvis would have “Thank you, thank you very much!”

Ingrid was giggling as she took the “mic” from you, cueing up Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree. She and Mapi singing surprisingly well together. Mapi threw an arm around Ingrid’s shoulder, swaying her slightly with the beat, while Ingrid’s eyes sparkled as she playfully matched Mapi’s energy, swaying just as much as the shorter woman.

“Look at you two!” you teased. “A match made in karaoke heaven.”

Mapi shot you a grin, twirling Ingrid around. “All part of the show, love,” she said, before she dipped Ingrid in dramatic fashion causing the tall brunette to break out into a fit of giggles.

After a few more songs, the karaoke session began to morph into a full-on dance party. The three of you decided to abandon any attempts at singing and instead began grooving along to the holiday tunes blasting from the speakers. Mapi grabbed your hands, spinning you around the living room as Jingle Bell Rock played. She was a surprisingly good dancer, her movements loose and fun, her infectious energy impossible to resist.

Meanwhile, Ingrid took over with some light hearted dance moves, waving her arms and bouncing around with an enthusiasm that sent you into another round of laughter. Watching her, you couldn’t help but join in, mimicking her movements and earning a playful shove.

The three of you kept dancing until you were all out of breath, collapsing in a heap on the couch. Ingrid was on one side of you and Mapi the other, a blanket had been pulled over all your laps and your mugs had been abandoned on the coffee table.

“That,” Ingrid said with a sigh, “was the best workout I’ve had all season.”

Mapi smirked, nudging her with her elbow. “You think the team would be on board if we pitched holiday karaoke as part of training?”

Ingrid raised her eyebrows, considering it. “Maybe we just don’t mention the off-key singing part?”

You chuckled, nestling deeper into the warmth of the moment. “I think that might be an essential part of the experience.”

Mapi nodded in agreement, pulling you and Ingrid closer. “Agreed. No real karaoke session is complete without a little, what should we call it, personal flair.”

[curiouspupsicle]

Good Omens Fan Fiction Friday (12/6/24) - Illustrated Stories

Whoever decided that adult books didn't need artwork? I enjoy reading 19th century stories with line art from when they had been serialized (Dickens, Doyle, etc.) And who doesn't love Howard Pyle's beautiful illustrations for Robin Hood and King Arthur? So today I'm pleased to share a few of my favorite fan fics (but not all; some I've shared previously) accompanied by illustrations or in comic form. Like many illustrated fics, Butterflies in a Bell Jar (T) came about when a Big Bang united a writer and an artist. Writer Still_Not_King and artist @wyvernquill tell the story of co-workers Crowley and Aziraphale who team up at karaoke night and feel a spark. But it turns out, the company's no-fraternization policy is specifically directed at them and no one else. A surprising story that flies under the radar despite being truly unique and quirky. Rain in Avalon (M) by @snowfilly1 is set in Wessex after the death of King Arthur. Heaven wants peace. Hell wants war. Aziraphale and Crowley make a plan to keep both happy and themselves out of trouble. Start of The Arrangement. Sadly, I can't make out the name of the artist of the beautiful kiss illustration at the end. But worth stopping by to check it out. The latest from @klikandtuna, Naked and Afraid: Jingle Hell (T), is a Human AU in which Crowley and Aziraphale are competitors on reality show Naked and Afraid. This one-shot has great banter. I laughed out loud. And the writer also created the illustrations. Bonus is that it's set over Christmas for those looking for new holiday reads. Fan favorite @mrghostrat, wrote and illustrated Big Name Feelings (E) in which Crowley is a big name fan fiction writer who invites artist Aziraphale to pretend to be his boyfriend at a fan convention. Love the story and the style of the illustrations. Stalwart sun, wily moon (M) is a long, twisty tale in which Crowley is an art thief at the top of his game and Aziraphale is the former art conservator swept up into his world. Can't give much away without spoiling this tense and engaging story. But the writer/artist @dustandhalos decided that both our heroes are serious clothes horses. And provided stunning illustrations of their amazing outfits in the form of magazine cover art. Loved it!

I adore the style of @dreamdust who has been releasing two illustrated stories on tumblr. The first is Six Thousand Years in Love (NR) in which we see the developing relationship of our favorite pair starting in Eden. Each story comprises about 6 parts before going to a new setting. If you liked the cold open of episode 3 of the first season of Good Omens, don't miss out on what it inspired in dreamdust. And the second is Charmed (and Witch) (NR). A beautiful femme depiction in which Crowley is a witch and Aziraphale is the maiden caught in her enchanted grove. It is a WIP updated regularly. Purrchance to Dream (M) is a lovely collaboration between writer Calico and artist @vavoom-sorted-art. It's a WIP on hiatus but absolutely worth reading and subscribing in hopes they're able to get back to it. Crowley is suffering since Aziraphale returned to heaven. But he finds himself being stalked by a fluffy white cat who won't leave him alone. The comic form of One Night in Bangor (and the World's Your Oyster) is by @anotherwellkeptsecret based on the original fic by Atalan (found here - rated E). Heaven and Hell hold their annual joint meeting. But this time, the demons have made a bet about which hellish employee will be first to bed an angel. Both versions are hilarious. Do you have any favorite illustrated fics? Bonus points if the writer is also the illustrator. Please leave them in the comments. And please follow if you want to keep up with my weekly recs based on a different theme each time.

[dead-dolphins]

Deaddolphins presents:

A heartwarming collection of 17 Christmas drabbles lovingly crafted just for you.❤️

Publication date: from 12/25/2024 to 01/06/25

Drabbles that you will find:

1. THE BEST GIFT OF ALL

Three years into their marriage, Eren is overwhelmed with baby fever, especially during the holidays. This Christmas, Mikasa has a surprise for him: three gifts that might just make his dream come true.

2. SMOOTH CRIMINAL

Eren, an unprofessional and slightly incompetent thief, stumbles into Mikasa's luxurious home while struggling to get his life together. But when he sees her, his priorities shift—now, his only goal is to steal her heart.

3. A FAMILY AFFAIR

Mikasa finally brings her boyfriend, Eren, home to meet her family. Her parents adore him, but Uncle Levi isn’t so easily impressed. Determined to expose Eren, Levi grills him with questions at the dinner table.

4. JINGLE BELLS & BLOOD CELLS

Eren, a Christmas-hating vampire, plans to scare off Mikasa and her orphanage carollers, until her beauty stops him. For the first time in a century, he’s willing to listen to carols if it means she’ll stay.

5. HOMECOMING

After years of being apart, Mikasa stands at the airport, her heart racing as she waits for Eren’s plane to land. She’s spent months, even years, imagining this moment, but now that he is finally here, she’s terrified. What if she has already lost him?

6. RAWR!

Eren and Mikasa are struggling to find the dinosaur toy that their 4-year-old son has been asking for as a Christmas gift the whole year.

7. UNDER THE MISTLETOE

Normie Eren has a crush on his best friend, Goth Mikasa, who feels the same. When their families celebrate Christmas Eve together, Eren tries to kiss Mikasa under the mistletoe, but noisy kids and nosy relatives keep interrupting. Finally, they get their moment.

8. LAST CHRISTMAS I GAVE YOU A CHILD

On Christmas Eve, Eren, Mikasa, and their friends are having a karaoke night. As Mikasa sings Last Christmas, Eren interrupts with their 3-month-old son in his arms, he jokes, “I gave you a child!”

9. OF LONELY HEARTS

Hot Dilf Eren is head over heels for Mikasa, his son/daughter’s kindergarten teacher. Unbeknownst to him, he also takes up most of her mind.

10. THE LUNCH RUN

Mikasa, an office lady, surprises her coworkers when her husband shows up to bring her the lunch she forgot at home. Everyone’s shocked—not just because they didn’t know she was married, but because he’s a... hobo.

11. THE GIRL WITH THE TAIL

Eren, the son of a pirate, dreams of the sea but is stuck ashore. He sneaks onto a fishing boat with Armin’s help and accidentally kills a fisherman while saving a girl. Fleeing, he ends up in Hizuru, where he meets the girl again—now with a tail.

12. PANTS SNATCHED TO SATURN!

Sugar Baby AU. Mikasa is about to give birth on Christmas Eve, and Eren, despite this not being his first time, is panicking—so much so that he forgot to put on his pants!

13. A WOLF'S FIRST SNOWFALL

Yuletide has arrived in the North, and with winter’s chill, the winterlord and his princess wife celebrate their first holiday season with their beloved firstborn.

14. A CHRISTMAS PROPOSAL

Alpha Eren plans the perfect Christmas proposal for Mikasa, his Omega girlfriend of five years, complete with a ring and her favourite scarf. When she unexpectedly comes home early, a near mishap almost ruins the moment.

15. COSY CHAOS

Eren and Mikasa’s first Christmas with their baby, Carla, finds Eren struggling to make something special for their little one.

16. SURPRISE!

The day Athlete Eren found out Mikasa was pregnant with his child was a whirlwind of shock, joy, and overwhelming emotion, changing their lives forever.

17. SWEET NIGHTS

Lord Eren adores his princess wife even more after her baths, as the warmth she enjoys heightens her sensitivity, making their moments together even more intimate.

Thanks so much for participating guys!

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

FICMAS - DAY 1 - MEAN GIRLS CHRISTMAS DANCE

Title: Jingle Bell Rock

Synopsis: You got tipsy, and you're in that short little slip dress

Warning: this is likely dubcon, it's smut and you're tipsy but not fully drunk (doesn't exactly change it) and I'd reckon Simon's had a drink or two, not enough to be pushed over the edge but enough to be thinking a little differently.

AN: This has spanking because it isn't a smut piece I wrote without it <3 anyways I hope it's good! :)

The local bar you like holds a Yearly Christmas Bash, filled with karaoke, dancing, Christmas themed drinks--it's all for a fundraiser that helps kids with cancer. You and your three other friends go to the Yearly Christmas Bash every year since it started, doing the same routine--the 'Jingle Bell Rock' dance they do in 'Mean Girls.'

Except this year, there's Simon, and last year he didn't mind but that's because you just started dating him. This year... Simon is overprotective, to say the least, and he's not the most supportive of you doing the dance. Regardless, you're going to do it, so like the man Simon is he's driving you to your friend's practices, hosting your friends when they're in your little apartment doing the dance, and watching you practice because he finds it extremely sexy because he needs to make sure you get home and stay safe.

Now? You're tipsy, in your little wine red Santa themed Christmas slip dress you wear for your little routine, and all over Simon. And Simon? He's tipsy, drinking a bourbon supplied by one of the other girls' boyfriends, in those He promises himself that he won't give in, that all those years in the military with the discipline of a god will kick in even after military retirement and he won't have the cabdriver pull over on the side of the rode and fuck you mindless set you straight. but... he's driving you back to your shared apartment for the night, to put you to bed, and the fact that this man is an ex-Lieutenant and driving is the only thing keeping him from throwing you into the backseat to have his way with you.

"C'mon... Si.." you slur out in a whine, a pout on your face, "'S Christmas time! Spread some joy to me... live a little!" And when your hand reaches the inside of his thigh and starts rubbing at the muscley flesh of his thigh and he just snaps. He starts to speed up, definitely speeding you down the highway to get your pretty ass home.

Once you're both in the parking lot you're over his shoulder, your heels clenched tightly in your hands, merely a grunt slipping from his lips. You're giggles and yelps and squirming only get a mere "Don' tease me an' ya won't be over my shoul'er, yeah?" He responds, patting your ass he lugs you off. He makes sure to keep a hand at the bottom of that disgustingly short dress so it doesn't fly up and expose you to any--rather they do or don't want to see it.

Then he's there, at your apartment door, and you're still a giggling, squirming mess. He lets out an annoyed grumble and unlocks the door, and as soon as you're safely inside, door closed, there's a loud slap to your ass.

"You'll be let down when I say you're done, now qui' your squirmin'," Simon grumbles, elliciting a louder giggle from you. You'd always loved how he tried to be menacing or threatening, the bad cop if you will, even if he has no good cop.

"Aww... you gonna spank me?" You taunt out in a slur, "Maybe I should squirm harder an' see what you do with that."

He damn near growls at that and he kicks off his shoes, walking--no, storming to your shared room.

He throws you on the bed and takes the heels out your hands, tossing them roughly near your closet. He crawls on top of you, caging you in with those massive forearms.

"Lovie..." he practically snarls out, "ya know wha' you're doin'... tantalisin' me an' touchin' my thigh while I drive your drunk arse home... ya dir'y bird.." he chides in that lovely, gravelly tone that you can just feel wetten your panties.

He leans in, noses touching, his forehead pressed to yours. You feel his tent pitched in those damn pants, pushing on your leg and you giggle again. It just... makes him feel so aggravated, he grabs your jaw.

"Dir'y li'le birdie... wha' did you think was gonna happen?" Simon asks in a taunting manner, moving to straddle your hips.

God does your brain just shut off as he pushes you down into that bed, "C'mon... spi' ou' what you wan'ed me to do to ya.." he pushes your jaw down a little further, you can't think straight enough to speak.

"Same thing the hard on you have for me suggests.." you giggle out and he just goes ham. He crashes down, lips on yours in such a sloppy manner, it's enough to make a pornstar blush. He tongue is running along your bottom lip and then pushes into your mouth and you kiss back, reaching up to grab Simon's face and keep him as close as possible.

He pulls back once he's sufficiently breathless and pushes his forehead against yours, letting out a low rumbley sound, "Damn you..." and then he pushes his back into kissing you, your hands grasping at his shirt.

He pulls back after a moment, "Alrigh', I'm takin' this shite off ya.." he grumbles, clearly unhappy seeing you in that tiny dress. He helps you to sit up, dragging you onto his lip, your hips straddling him as he unzips it tenderly, holding your hair back from the zipper.

Once the dress is off of you he's laying you back down, taking off his own shirt and patting his lap, positioning himself infront of the mirror.

"C'mon... ya know tha' we're aboutta do this.." he grumbles out, unzipping his pants and letting them drop to his knees. You crawl to him, straddling his hips, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smirks and pulls you closer, "Open wide.." he mumbles, and you immediately oblige, sticking your tongue out a little.

He puts two fingers in your mouth, and you start to happily suck on them, looking up into his eyes with those eyes that he would kill armies for. You grind down on his lap, rutting your weeping cunt against his cock.

He lets out a guttural groan, leaning in to start kissing your neck, nibbling a trail down to your collarbone. You let you little slurping sounds, and after a good moment (and approximately two hickeys), he's throwing you down onto the bed, on your hands and knees.

Your panties are picked up by two fingers and bunched to the side. He plants a kiss on one ass cheek, and then bites down on the other in the way that makes your toes curl.

Then you feel his fingers you just sucked playing with your pussy, teasing your wet little slit, absolutely pummeling it with just two fingers. You're whining and moaning and mewling and whimpering, and all Simon's saying? "Good girl.." in a growl, or "c'mon.. needin' stretched fo' my cock, yeah?" over some particularly louder moans.

once he pulls his fingers out of your cunt, he licks them as you shimmy off your sopping panties. You shift to sitting on the edge of the bed infront of the mirror.

"Bra off, an' stan' up.. Need ya on my lap," he commands, and you do exactly as told.

He sits down and pulls his balls out of his boxers, his cock coming out along with that. You gawk for a moment before he grabs the base of his shaft.

"C'mon.. sit yer ass down," he grumbles out in a raspy tone, patting his lap with his free hand. You giggle and sit down, allowing him to ease his cock straight into your leaking cunt.

You moan out this cute little mewl, Simon holding you with an arm wrapped around your waist. The other hand is holding your face to make you stare in the mirror, forcing you to watch yourself with tears in your eyes from the sheer pleasure.

He bullies your cervix for so long you feel like you're gonna start seeing spots, orgasm after orgasm until finally he lets out this animal growl, holding you down on his cock, shooting his sticky ropes of cum into you, making you scream.

He holds you, stroking your hair as he gently pumps himself into you, trying to ride out his orgasm as best as possible.

When he's done with you, you're a fucking mess. He lays you into bed, covering you up, "I'll clean us both'p in the mornin', birdie."

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest as you mumble out a sweet little "Goodnight, Sim'n..."

[girl-next-door-writes]

Worth It

Characters: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: Steve Harrington always thought Christmas parties were a little overrated—until he met you. Between a crowded room, stolen glances, and one unexpected act of heroism, Steve discovers that some things are worth every awkward moment and every bruise.

Word Count: 1191 words

Prompts: Crowded Party. First Kiss. Protective/taking a punch.

A/N: This is for @mayhem24-7forever and I have LOVED writing my boy Steve.

The house was alive with the chaotic hum of a Christmas party in full swing. Bright lights twinkled from every corner, illuminating clashing reds, greens, and golds. Mismatched decorations were strung across the ceiling like a child had been let loose with tinsel. Steve Harrington took one look at the packed living room and sighed.

Why did I come here again?

The answer arrived in the form of you, laughing as you squeezed past two tipsy partygoers who were attempting to dance to Wham!’s Last Christmas. Your cheeks were flushed, eyes sparkling with a mix of holiday cheer and exasperation. You carried two red plastic cups, balancing them like precious cargo.

“Steve!” Your face lit up when you spotted him, relief bubbling up as you wove your way through the crowd with the grace of someone who’d done this before. The room was warm, buzzing with laughter, but you only had eyes for him.

Steve straightened up from where he was leaning against the doorway, his hand brushing through his hair as if smoothing it down. “Hey, you made it out alive,” he teased, flashing you one of his signature smiles—crooked just enough to be disarming.

You rolled your eyes as you handed him a cup. “Barely. I’m convinced this party is 50% people and 50% fire hazards.”

Steve chuckled, accepting the drink. “I believe it. I’m just waiting for the Christmas tree to catch fire at this point.”

You laughed, loud and clear above the noise, and Steve felt his heart skip in a way that it definitely shouldn’t. He blamed it on the season. Christmas was a time for dumb romantic comedies and questionable life choices—he wasn’t immune to either.

“I’m glad you came, though,” you said, and Steve turned to look at you. Your voice was softer now, almost drowned out by the music, but it hit him like a jingle bell to the head.

“Yeah?” he asked, suddenly forgetting how words worked.

“Yeah,” you replied, sipping your drink and shooting him a grin. “Who else would keep me company while I try not to burn alive in this sardine can?”

Steve smirked, trying to play it cool while his heart did backflips. “Happy to be of service.”

Somewhere between people spilling eggnog and someone (Eddie, of course) starting an impromptu karaoke session, Steve found himself in a corner of the kitchen with you. The two of you had slowly drifted there after deciding that the dance floor wasn’t worth risking an elbow to the face. The hum of the party felt quieter here, and for once, Steve didn’t mind missing out on the centre of attention.

“So, what’s your verdict?” you asked, leaning against the counter.

Steve blinked. “Verdict on what?”

“Christmas parties. Are they worth the hype?” You tilted your head, smiling mischievously.

Steve pretended to think about it, pursing his lips. “I don’t know. The jury’s still out. I’m starting to think they’re only good for people-watching and free drinks.”

You gasped in mock horror. “You mean you don’t love being crammed into a room with 50 strangers, half of whom are sweaty?”

“Shocking, I know.” Steve grinned.

You snorted, trying to hide your laugh behind your hand. “Okay, fine. What would make this party worth it for you?”

Steve shifted under your gaze, suddenly hyper-aware of how close you were. The twinkle lights reflected in your eyes, and for the first time that night, he wasn’t sure if the warmth in his chest was from the crowded room or you.

“Hmm,” Steve started slowly, his voice quieter than before. “I think… I think the company makes or breaks it.”

Your lips parted slightly, caught off guard. “Oh.”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes. Did I just say that out loud?

“Steve,” you said softly, and he glanced back up to find you looking at him like you were trying to figure him out.

“Uh, anyway,” Steve stammered, desperate to steer the conversation somewhere else, anywhere else. “How’s your drink?”

You just smiled, and Steve knew he was toast.

Time passed by in a blur and it happened faster than Steve could process.

One moment, you were laughing at Eddie’s butchered rendition of Jingle Bell Rock. The next, some guy—a little too drunk, a little too loud—stumbled into your space.

“Hey, sweetheart,” the stranger slurred, leaning a little too close for comfort.

Your smile fell. “Uh, excuse me?”

“Don’t be like that,” he continued, grinning in a way that made Steve’s blood boil. Before you could say another word, Steve stepped forward, his hand landing firmly on the guy’s shoulder.

“Hey, buddy,” Steve said, voice sharp and steady. “Why don’t you back off?”

The guy blinked, swaying as he looked Steve up and down. “What’s your problem, pretty boy?”

Steve barely had time to react before the guy shoved him. Hard.

Steve stumbled back, catching himself against the wall. The party seemed to pause for a heartbeat—a moment of tension strung tight like a bowstring. And then, before he knew what he was doing, Steve was moving forward again.

“I said,” Steve repeated, his tone darker now, “back off.”

The guy took a swing, sloppier than Steve expected. Steve ducked, but the fist still grazed his jaw with enough force to sting. Before the stranger could try again, Eddie and Garreth swooped in, dragging him toward the door with muttered apologies.

The crowd slowly dispersed, the moment slipping back into party normalcy, but you were still staring at Steve.

“Steve!” You stepped closer, your hand grazing his cheek. “Are you okay? He hit you!”

Steve winced at the sting but gave you a lopsided grin. “Nah, it’s fine. I’ve had worse.”

“Worse? That doesn’t make this okay!” You frowned, your thumb brushing over the faint red mark. Steve swore his heart stopped.

“It was worth it,” Steve blurted, his voice softer now.

You blinked up at him. “What?”

“I mean… you shouldn’t have to deal with guys like that.” Steve shifted under your gaze, his cheeks turning pink. “It’s… worth it, y’know? Keeping you safe.”

You didn’t say anything for a long moment, and Steve was ready to kick himself. Way to sound like an absolute sap, Harrington.

And then you smiled. Really smiled. “You’re kind of an idiot, you know that?”

Steve blinked. “Wait, what?”

Before he could say another word, you leaned up on your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, right where the bruise was forming.

Steve froze.

“Merry Christmas, Steve,” you whispered, pulling back just enough to meet his wide eyes.

He stared at you, stunned, before finally managing to speak. “Did… did you just..?”

You laughed, shaking your head as you looped your arm through his. “Come on, hero. Let’s find some ice for that face of yours.”

Steve let himself be pulled along, a goofy grin spreading across his face. For once, he didn’t care about the bruise, the party, or the crowd. The warmth in his chest wasn’t from the holiday lights or the crowded room—it was from you.

And honestly? It was totally worth it.

[coichii]

UNTITLED LOVE SONG - SEUNGMIN

pairing - bf!seungmin ♥︎ fem!reader

genre: fluff, very little angst & comfort

word count: 0.6k

warnings: use of the word sexy 2x

A/N : Srry this is late… 😭 also..tiny little spoiler : I’m cooking up a fall series called “Fall : records of love.” that is half way finished. I didn’t want to announce it because I felt as if the pressure to finish it would keep me from doing it but tbh I should just announce it and get it over with. So hopefully that will start rolling out in October !! No promises :p

You hear the jingle of the door opening, seungmin stepping inside, much to your excitement.

You and seungmin had a karaoke date planned for his birthday. The idea of spending time with the man you love on his birthday made you overjoyed, especially since it had been literal days since you two had any personal time together. Now that he’s off work, you get to spend time with the man you love the most on his special day.

“You’re home!” You screech as you run over to him, arms quickly engulfing him in a tight hug. Seungmin knocks back slightly with an oof making you giggle as he hugs you back.

“Hey beautiful” he says, adoring the black dress you had put on while waiting for him. His pet name for you makes you flush red as you press your lips together.

The kiss doesn’t last that long, Seungmin pulling away to go take a shower and re-dress, much to your dismissal. As he gets ready you touch up your look, swiping the sticky solution of gloss along your lips and reapplying your mascara. You look in the mirror and smile in content, confident in the way you look.

It doesn’t take to long for him to come out, Seungmin dressed casually but clean and looking handsome and sexy as ever. (But to be fair, you always think he looks sexy) “You ready y/n?” he asks.

“Ready!”

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The sound of the instrumentals bounce of the walls as Seungmin sings along. You’re in a trance as you listen to his voice, the melodic sound sending ripples through your body.

You’ve always loved when he sung. His voice brings you comfort in so many different ways. And don’t even start on the look on his face as he sings. The smile you adore beaming with passion makes you fuzzy inside.

“Your voice is so majestic, my love.” you say as he finishes the song. He grins sheepishly at you, placing the mic down and sitting besides you.

“Thank you baby, you spoil me.” He blushed. “All the time you spent with me today made my birthday so special.”

“Oh hush. It’s the least I could do for you babe.” You mumbled, sneaking your arm around his waist to pull him closer to you. “I wish I could spin more time with you.”

You look up at him as he says this, taking notice in the slight somber expression on his face. “My love, anytime spent with you is perfect to me. When we go out or when we cuddle. Everything is lovely.” You affirmed, staring into his eyes which were begining to twinkle with guilt.

“You don’t think you deserve someone better?” He whispers. To say you’re taken aback by his words is an understatement. You move your hand from his waist to his back, rubbing it gently.

“No.” You asserted. “You are the one for me. There is no one better. You mean the world to me ok?”

You feel him slightly relax in your hold, his own arm now resting on your waist. “I love you.” He says, looking at you again.

“I love you too. Karaoke time?” You smile, hoping to lighten the mood. He accepts your proposal, smiling as he grabs the microphone again.

As you two sing along, you realize exactly how much you missed him and how much you’re grateful he’s your partner. Reaffirming the words that were said not to long ago.

Yes, I love you too.

[finn-is-in-the-binn]

SELINAAAAAAA

absolutely loving these crew songs

[gilbertscurls]

The cozy little lounge was decked out in full holiday cheer, with garlands draped along the walls, strings of twinkling lights casting a warm glow, and a makeshift stage adorned with a tiny, glittering Christmas tree. The buzz of laughter and the occasional off-key rendition of “Jingle Bells” filled the air as you and Chris found a spot near the stage.

You hadn’t wanted to come at first—holiday karaoke wasn’t exactly your idea of a relaxing evening—but Chris had insisted. “It’ll be fun,” he’d said, flashing that irresistible grin of his. “I promise.”

Now, watching him sip his drink and scan the song list with a mischievous glint in his eye, you were starting to think he had a plan.

“What are you scheming?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

He leaned back in his chair, feigning innocence. “Scheming? Me? I’m just here to enjoy some music. And maybe provide some entertainment.”

You groaned, already imagining the kind of show he’d put on. “Please tell me you’re not going to sing something embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? No way,” he said, standing up and grabbing the mic before you could protest. “I’m about to blow your mind.”

You watched as he handed a slip of paper to the DJ and took his place on stage. The crowd clapped politely, but the room went quieter when Chris leaned into the mic with a confident smirk.

“This one’s for someone special,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours.

Your cheeks flushed, and you shrank into your chair as the opening notes of All I Want for Christmas Is You filled the room.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands.

But when Chris started singing, you couldn’t help but peek through your fingers. His voice was surprisingly good—smooth and warm, with just the right amount of charm—and he leaned into every word with exaggerated passion, his grin never faltering.

He pointed at you during the chorus, dramatically singing, “Baby, all I want for Christmas is you!” The crowd ate it up, cheering and clapping along as he hammed it up, winking and even throwing in a little spin for good measure.

By the time he reached the bridge, you were laughing so hard your sides hurt, but there was also a part of you that couldn’t stop smiling at how genuinely sweet it was. Chris had no shame, and it was clear he didn’t care what anyone else thought—as long as he made you laugh.

When the song ended, he took an exaggerated bow, the crowd whooping and whistling as he returned to the table.

“Well?” he asked, plopping down beside you and taking a sip of his drink. “Did I nail it or what?”

“You’re ridiculous,” you said, still laughing.

He grinned, clearly unbothered. “Ridiculously charming, you mean.”

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

Chris leaned closer, his expression softening slightly. “I told you this would be fun. And you’re smiling, so I win.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny it—your cheeks ached from smiling so much. “Fine. You win.”

“Good,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied look. “Because next, we’re doing a duet.”

“What? No way!”

But before you could argue further, he was already flipping through the song list, a gleam in his eye that promised the night was far from over. And as much as you pretended to protest, you knew deep down you wouldn’t trade this moment—or him—for anything.

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[daimonclub]

Best Christmas Songs

Christmas songs quotes Best Christmas Songs with videos, lyrics, famous quotes and carols to enjoy the atmosphere of this magic festival and to practice the English language having great fun. Using songs with lyrics is a very useful means to improve English skills and to have fun at the same time. The advantage of using pop songs to learn English is that you will also be learning something about English speaking culture, which could come in handy. Music means a lot to people. Songwriters use their talent to communicate messages that are important to them, experiences that they’ve had in their lives and life lessons. And then there are those of us who enjoy listening to the songs and finding inspiration, motivation, support and so many other emotions from the words. But not all songs are meant to teach deep life lessons. Some are purely just meant to be enjoyed. Can you believe that famous old songs by Michael Jackson, The Beatles and Elvis Presley are perfect for learning English grammar? Well, it’s not just about making learning fun, it’s about philosophy. The ancient philosopher Plato said that “Musical training is a more potent instrument than any other, because rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul.” Of course, Plato lived thousands of years ago, so that quote may seem a bit complicated to us today but in any case music is excellent because it has the power to move us. If you want to learn actively, you can listen to the songs while following along with the lyrics. You can also simply listen to the songs without taking any notes. You won’t exactly “absorb” the English vocabulary and grammar structures automatically, but you may be surprised how much you can learn just by passively listening to songs. And if you hear something that catches your interest, you can always return to the song later on to find more information about the words or structures. Christmas is such a joyous time of year. For many, the holidays bring back memories of family, food, fun and music. Studies show that hearing certain songs can cue specific memories in people’s brains. One very familiar type of song is the Christmas carol. From music lovers and churchgoers, to people all around the world who celebrate Christmas, carols are the beloved musical backbone of the festive season. Christmas carols are based on Christian lyrics and relate, in the main, to the Nativity. Christmas carols were introduced into church services by St. Francis of Assisi in the 12th century. Here you can find the 30 best Christmas Carols. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7nSKqfBk6k And now here are some best quotes from very popular English Christmas songs. I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen, to hear sleigh bells in the snow. White Christmas  (Karaoke) He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake. He knows when you’ve been bad or good, so be good, for goodness sake! Santa Claus is Coming to Town  (Karaoke) A very Merry Christmas and a happy new year. Let’s hope it’s a good one, without any fear. Happy Xmas (War is Over)  (Karaoke) Jingle Bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to ride, in a one horse open sleigh. Jingle Bells  (Karaoke) I won’t ask for much this Christmas. I won’t even wish for snow. And I’m just gonna keep on waiting, underneath the mistletoe. All I want for Christmas is you, yeah. (And I) Don't care about the presents. Underneath the Christmas tree. I don't need to hang my stocking. There upon the fireplace (Ah) Santa Claus won't make me happy. All I Want For Christmas Is You  (Karaoke) "Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree". Rockin' around the Christmas tree. At the Christmas party hop. Mistletoe hung where you can see. Every couple tries to stop. Rockin' around the Christmas tree. Let the Christmas spirit ring. Later we'll have some pumpkin pie. Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree  (Karaoke) Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special. Last Christmas  (Karaoke) Good tidings we bring to you and your kin. We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. We Wish You a Merry Christmas  (Karaoke) Oh the fire is slowly dying. And, my dear, were still good-bye-ing. But as long as you love me so, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. Let it Snow  (Karaoke) Christmas Eve will find me, where the lovelight gleams. I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams. I’ll be Home for Christmas  (Karaoke) Sing a song of gladness and cheer For the time of Christmas is here Look around about you and see What a world of wonder This world can be. A Christmas Carol lyrics  (Karaoke)

Best Christmas songs and quotes There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found, for when they placed it on his head, he began to dance around! Frosty the Snowman  (Karaoke) What a bright time, it’s the right time, to rock the night away. Jingle Bell Rock  (Karaoke) Santa, tell me if he really cares. 'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here next year. Oh, I wanna have him beside me, like oh-woo-oh. On the 25th, by that fireplace, oh-woo-oh. But I don't want a new broken heart. This year I've got to be smart. Oh, baby. Santa Tell Me  (Karaoke) Doesn't it feel like Christmas (it feels lovely) Doesn't it feel like Christmas (feels so lovely) Doesn't it feel like Christmas (oh oh oh oh) Yes, it feels like Christmas Doesn't it feel like Christmas (it feels lovely) Doesn't it feel like Christmas (feels so lovely) Doesn't it feel like Christmas (the spirit of Christmas) Yes, it feels like Christmas 8 Days of Christmas Destiny's Child  (Karaoke) And so, I’m offering this simple phrase to kids from one to 92. Although it’s been said many times, many ways, Merry Christmas to you. The Christmas Song (Merry Christmas to You)  (Karaoke) Silent night! Holy night! All is calm! All is bright! Silent Night  (Karaoke) Christmas won’t be the same without you. Christmas won’t be the same if you go. You’re all I need to see, standing by my Christmas tree. ‘Cause Christmas won’t be the same without you. Christmas Won’t be the Same Without You  (Karaoke) Holidays are joyful, there’s always something new. But ev’ryday’s a holiday, when I’m near to you. Merry Christmas, Darling  (Karaoke) There’ll be parties for hosting, marshmallows for toasting and caroling out in the snow. It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year  (Karaoke) But I’d never steal from Santa, cause that ain’t right. So I’m going home to mail it back to him that night. But when I got home I bugged, cause under the tree, was a letter from Santa, and all the dough was for me! Christmas in Hollis  (Karaoke) Hark now, hear the angels sing, a King was born today. Mary’s Boy Child  (Karaoke) Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. From now on your troubles will be out of sight. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas  (Karaoke)

Merrry Christmas songs and quotes Christmas time is here, happiness and cheer. Fun for all that children call, their favorite time of year. Christmas Time is Here  (Karaoke) Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful sight, we’re happy tonight. Walking in a winter wonderland. Winter Wonderland  (Karaoke) Merry Christmas, here I am, boy Gonna love you, gonna give you all I can, boy Merry Christmas, here I am, boy I'm the present and you know it, here I am, boy Merry Christmas, here I am, boy Gonna love you, gonna give you all I can, boy Merry Christmas, here I am, boy I'm the present and you know it, boy. December Ariana Grande  (Karaoke) Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun Now the jingle hop has begun. Jingle Bell Rock Delta Goodrem  (Karaoke) Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bell chime in jingle bell time Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square In the frosty air. Jingle Bell Rock Mean Girls (Funny video)  (Karaoke) It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, toys in ev’ry store. But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be on your own front door. It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas  (Karaoke) Said the little lamb to the shepherd boy, do you hear what I hear? Do You Hear What I Hear?  (Karaoke) Grandma got run over by a reindeer, walking home from our Christmas eve. You can say there’s no such thing as Santa, but as for me and Grandpa, we believe. Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer  (Karaoke) Rocking around the Christmas tree, have a happy holiday. Everyone dancing merrily, in a new old-fashioned way. Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree  (Karaoke) O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree, how faithful are thy branches? O Christmas Tree  (Karaoke) The mood is right, the spirits up. We’re here tonight and that’s enough. Simply having a wonderful Christmas time. Wonderful Christmas Time  (Karaoke) On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a partridge in a pear tree. 12 Days of Christmas  (Karaoke) Oh, what a laugh, it would have been, if Daddy had only seen, Mommy kissing Santa Claus last night.” I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus  (Karaoke)

Best Christmas songs compilation I’ll have a blue Christmas without you. I’ll be so blue just thinking about you. Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree, won’t be the same dear, if you’re not hear with me. Blue Christmas  (Karaoke) Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la la, la la la la. Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la la la. Deck the Halls  (Karaoke) Hark how the bells Sweet silver bells All seem to say Throw cares away Christmas is here Bringing good cheer To young and old Meek and the bold Ding-dong, ding-dong That is the song With joyful ring All caroling (Oh, oh, ah). Carol of the Bells  (Karaoke) Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose. And if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows. Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer  (Karaoke) Joy to the world, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King. Joy to the World  (Karaoke) Away in a manger, no crib for a bed. The little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head. Away in a Manger  (Karaoke) Come and trim my Christmas tree, with some decorations bought at Tiffany. I really do believe in you, let’s see if you believe in me. Santa Baby  (Karaoke) Joy to the world, the Lord is come, let earth receive her King. Joy to the World  (Karaoke) Silver bells, silver bells, it’s Christmas time in the city. Ring-a-ling, hear them ring, soon it will be Christmas day. Silver Bells  (Karaoke) I really can’t stay (but baby, its’s cold outside). I’ve got to go away (but baby, it’s cold outside). Baby It’s Cold Outside  (Karaoke) Do they know it’s Christmastime at all? Feed the world. Feed the world. Do They Know It’s Christmas?  (Karaoke) Merry Christmas baby, sure do treat me nice. You bought me all those good ole presents, I love you baby, rest of my life. Merry Christmas Baby  (Karaoke) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pK9DUvj5OiY Read also our other posts on Christmas Christmas markets in England ; Christmas markets in America ; Christmas markets in Italy and Germany ; Christmas songs ; Christmas quotes ; 60 great Christmas quotes ; Christmas tree origin and quotes ;  Christmas jokes ; Christmas cracker jokes ; Traditional Christmas Carols ; Funny Christmas Stories ; Amusing Christmas stories ; Christmas food ; Christmas thoughts ; Christmas story ; Christmas in Italy ; Christmas holidays ; Christmas poems ; An Essay on Christmas by Chesterton ; See also the decorated complete carols page where you can also download the pdf file! Read the full article

[clone-wars-winter-challenge]

Welcome to The Clone Wars Winter Spectacular Prompt Challenge 2024 hosting by @hanaaishi and @callsign-denmark. This event runs from October 6th to January 5th.

Weekly Promots:

Week 1: *Peppermint* *"I Feel Cold"*

⭐special⭐ Alpha 17

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Week 2: *"At Ease"* *Midnight Snack*

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Week 3: *Polar Plunge* *Holiday Cookies* ⭐special⭐ prompt: Domino Squad

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Week 4: *First Snow* *Fluffy Blanket*

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Week 5: *Hanging Christmas Lights* *Snowball Fight*

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Week 6: *First Date* *Hot Cocoa*

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Week 7: *Snowman* *Sunset*

⭐Special⭐ Prompt: Captain Rex

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Week 8: *Karaoke Night* *Eggnog*

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Week 9: "Your hands are freezing" *bonfire*

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Week 10: *coffee break* *Northern Lights* ⭐ Special ⭐ 1: The Bad Batch* *⭐Special⭐ 2: Mistletoe

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Week 11: *Gingerbread house* *Christmas vacation*

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Week 12: *Gift Wrap* *Jingle Bells*

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Week 13: *Happy New Year* *baby it's cold outside* ⭐ Special ⭐ Prompt*first kiss*

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[yakuzacanons]

hey! Hope you're doing well, love ur blog sm it gives me life

Wanted to ask, do you think the guys have some hobbie? Would they be more likely to introduce their hobby to their S/O or could it be the other way around (the S/O easily introducing them into a hobby)? Thanks beforehand!

OOhhh this is a fun one, sorry it took so long to get back to ya btw. Giving u a big hug. Bit of a long post so sit tight and enjoy!

Kazuma Kiryu

Is working out a hobby? Seriously though, he likes working out and fishing. Not very likely to introduce his hobby to you unless you already express interest in it but is down to try whatever hobby you have as long as it's not something too crazy like climbing Mt. Everest.

Majima Goro

Honestly, he likes singing. It doesn't even have to be public, like karaoke. A lot of the time, you'll find him coming up with his own jingle by himself, minding his own business. Definitely more easily influenced by his S/O's hobbies than the other way around.

Saejima Taiga

Generally speaking, he's an outdoorsman. Likes hiking, camping, fishing, and hunting. Would love to do a camping trip with you but only if you want. Equally likely to introduce a hobby of his to you as you might introduce one to him.

Akiyama Shun

If taking a nap was a hobby, he would say that's his favorite activity. In reality, he has no particular favorite hobby but he does spend a lot of free time doing volunteer work for the homeless. Honestly, whatever your hobby is, he's down to try since he doesn't have one of his own to really offer you.

Tanimura Masayoshi

He likes learning how to cook and bake. That or trying the newest and weirdest flavor of snack he can find. Generally a really explorative guy and will try just about anyting you suggest.

Ryuji Goda

Has a particular interest in traditional ceremonies, especially tea ceremonies. Just fond of tea brewing in general. Also has an interest in coffee brewing but that's more out of him needing caffeine in the morning than an actual love for coffee, unlike his genuine love of tea. Would never force a hobby on you. Also not likely to be influenced himself; he barely has time for the one hobby he does have.

Nishikiyama Akira

To put it simply, he likes learning about pretty things. Like expanding his knowledge of fashion and jewelry, more so in how its made or where certain fabrics come from. Also kind of interested in gemstones and minerals but can never remember all the names. It's more of a passing fancy for him, sort of like knowing random trivia or facts, so he doesn't take it too seriously.

Daigo Dojima

If he ever DOES get the time to indulge in a hobby, it's typically something artistic. He would never go so far as to say he has any talent but he's tried his hand at piano and painting. For when he doesn't have time, you'll catch him folding tiny origami cranes at his desk. Actually pretty good at doing that but he never knows what to do with them when he's done.

Mine Yoshitaka

Does a lot of kickboxing and boxing when he's by himself. Will neither try to influence you with his hobbies nor is he easily influenced by your hobbies. Mostly just lovingly and curiously watches you while you're invested in your hobbies; he's more interested in observing than participating.

Tatsuo Shinada

Is baseball too obvious for him? Even if it is, it's the truth. Most of the time, you'll catch him doing something baseball related because that's most of what he knows and it's fairly affordable. Passing interest in photography too but only just in passing.

Ichiban Kasuga

Likes riding a bike or going fishing. Going on walks is also a good option for him. More likely to be influenced by his S/O's hobbies than the other way around. Always down to try something new, for better or for worse.

Yu Nanba

He doesn't personally consider this a hobby but he's actually quite skilled at sewing! Maybe it's just a natural extension of knowing how to do stitches as a nurse. Also more likely to try a hobby because of his S/O than influence their hobbies himself.

Adachi Koichi

Likes reading true crime novels and learning about cars. He doesn't own a car himself but he likes to learn about vintage models or go to car shows if he can. Neither hobbies are particularly serious for him though and more of a passing interest. Will try just about any hobby you present to him but be warned, he can be a little clumsy.

Tianyou Zhao

He spends almost all of his down time exploring something food related. Loves to come up with his own recipes and experimenting with old recipes. Also does a fair bit of tai chi on his days off. Just be aware, if you're dating, you ARE going to be his taste tester.

Joon-Gi Han

It sounds funny but he likes to read or watch random shit for the hell of it. Watches lots of video essays and then spits out everything he learned from it like a fountain. Also really good at making little model airplanes and figurines, although he kind of forgets to clean up after himself sometimes.

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WIP WEDNESDAY!

thanks for the tag! @harmshake a little lumberjack!roman i’ve been slowly chippin away at, i have no clue when this will be ready to post but i dont know, maybe its worth a share of what i have so far

his beer is cold. wet glass slipping against his skin. a crisp hoppy taste on his tongue that settles till his belly excites with warm. the ache in his hands seeking a temporary remedy, holding to the chill of the bottle. thick fingers working with a diligent memory of axes and chainsaws. an all day affair thats old and tedious. the smell of walnut and oak and maple, chips of fly away wood and the hard sun. a good cold beer after a hard day was a must. mandatory. so friday's meant a beer plus two extra. but never four because jey always overdid shit and he had to be the dad of the group. had to take care of baby boy jey. and sometimes seth. and sometimes dean. because dean loved to play and fuck around, car keys jingling between the saucy slip of his fingers, feigning the mind of a sober man and the reckless lust of a drunk one. cackling and teary eyed, because panic about roman's face was just so fucking funny.

lucy's is a town bar. built dead center and extremely assessable. and lucy's has everything. karaoke for jimmy & jey, darts for seth and solo, pool for dean, and nice comfy worn leather booths for roman. his favorite booth on the far left side of lucy's, tucked up against the wall. equidistant from the bathroom set behind the karaoke stage and the bar. where his quiet half sleepy eyes could roam and observe. a little people watching as he sips the gold-ish brew. nibbling at almost soggy nachos and pulling loose the tight knot holding his hair. oak wood from day labor soaking through the inky thickness of it. listening to dean and seth complain about management. because if they weren't at work, they were off the clock rambling and ranting about work. a cyclic state of affairs that started and ended the same way.

first seth. that half snarly little grimace. hair rolled up in a top bun. voice raspy and raw.

"...because how the fuck are you never actually in office and thee greatest-most idiotic micro manager ever, he needs to pick a damn struggle...

and then dean. his finger running to scratch against his auburn beard. just as pissed. words slightly slurred.

"...and then had the absolute gaul to tell me how to do my job. that piece of shit prick never held an axe or a chainsaw in his damn life. goddamn third generation wood chippin dick..."

and roman laughs. his eyes wrinkling. sipping and chewing and falling into the recurrence of every friday night.

"...and his little assistant, who he's totally nailing by the way, i hear her screeching like a damn banshee whenever he's actually in office, had the nerve... the unmitigated nerve to send around a birthday card asking for small donations and to write him a message..."

and dean cackles. gasps from disbelief and leans into roman's shoulder. his forehead banging lightly into the wood of the table. empty beer bottles rattling from his show of contempt.

"...boys i swear, i promise the two of you, they both can get an expedited shipment of my fat cock to suck dry if they think i'm putting two of my very hard earned dollars into a target card for his birthday. his pops should've kept him swimmin in his balls..."

roman smiles. his eyes roaming about lucy's. towards the peace of the bar. his favorite little bartender hard at work. smiling and mixing away.

and here comes the turning over into the second bit of his friday night cyclic affair. a from afar trailing of the eyes, sneaky bouts of admiration sweetened by the beer fizzling his blood. and God do you look sweet. a friendly toothy little smile that piques his curiosity. plush lips, round eyes and fanning lashes that leave you looking delicate. he's unsure though, it could be the beer, the droning of the bar and the exhaustion in his shoulders. tight and soldering to his bones. it all could be feeding his mild delusions. making you look more angelic than you could be, a projection of dreams born from some long avoided longing. and when you finally commit yourself to seeking out the source of such an ardent sensation only the eyes of another can give, you meet him. a glass in your hand and curiosity about your face. so clearly in bartender mode. gauging patron based needs, before the inevitable look away. your lips bitten and a smile threatening to break.

but it never becomes anything more than this tit for tat of a moment. lingering eyes and unspoken things.  something threatening to edge the course of friendly and cautious. your smile seeming to only do him a favor. a courtesy. because he probably wasn't the first man to have such a silent high school adjacent crush on his local bartender and he for sure wouldn't be the last. and no one will ever hear him say it but roman isn't too keen on rejection. he rather live with your cautious little smiles. a short tuck away into his back pocket as he sips at his beer. he'll add it to store away for later, when he's alone with silence and the beginnings of bedtime fantasies.

no pressure tags: @kill-the-artiste @thesamoanqueen and anyone else who’d like to participate!