#Scrooge just got caught up in it

[aaandbackstabbed]

Scrooge: Goldie is my wife and i love her. No matter how many times I’m charged as an accessory

[l0vergirlsw0rld]

first christmas at the cabin

scrooge!loganxwarm!reader

a/n: i really burned out with kinktober and I'm so sorry guys. I'm also a university student and that was getting a bit hard to juggle and keep up with, but alas! it's winter break! here's a christmas-y fic with logan. <

wc: 1k

18+ MDNI | sexual themes, FLUFF, Christmas?

summary: Y/N tries to get Logan to decorate the tree with her.

The snow fell softly outside the cabin, covering everything in a lush, white blanket. Inside, the warm glow of the fire danced along the walls. The bare tree in the corner of the room brought a refreshing smell of pine that paired well with the existing aroma of whiskey—Logan’s favourite. You were nuzzled deep into the couch with a blanket, wearing an oversized sweater that fell just above your knees and a pair of festive socks, complete comfort for a stormy night like this one. Across from you, lounging in his favourite armchair, was Logan. He worked on a wooden carving, a hobby he'd never admit having picked up to anyone. He worked with his flannel sleeves rolled up, exposing his forearms covered in tufts of dark hair that flexed with each flick of his knife, a delicious sight to see.

“Remind me again why you made me drag this tree in here,” Logan grumbled, setting down his carving with a thud on the side table next to him. “Doesn’t look any different in here than when it was outside.”

You chuckled softly, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. “Oh, come on, Logan. Don’t be such a Scrooge,” you teased, your eyes sparkling as they drifted toward the bare tree. “It’s Christmas, having a tree inside is part of the magic.”

Logan snorted, leaning back in his chair and reaching for his glass of whiskey on the side table. “Magic, huh? I don’t see what’s so magical about a mess of needles I’m gonna be sweeping up until June.”

“You won’t be sweeping anything. I’ll do it,” you replied with a smirk, fully aware that Logan would never let you, his little spoiled princess, near a broom. “Besides, you’ll like it once it’s decorated.”

“Doubt it,” he muttered, taking a sip of his drink, though the way his eyes lingered on you told a different story.

You stretched, letting the blanket fall to your lap as you got up from the couch. The oversized sweater moved with you, revealing the tops of your thighs as you walked. Logan’s gaze flickered toward your exposed skin, and you caught it, grinning knowingly as you made your way over to the box of ornaments and lights you’d pulled from storage earlier.

“Well, if you’re not going to help, I guess I’ll just do it myself,” you said, bending over with an extra arch, and rummaging through the box.

Logan let out a low growl from behind you. “Careful, kid. You’re playing with fire.”

You glanced over your shoulder, your grin widening as you held up a tangled string of lights. “What, this? Pretty sure it’s just Christmas lights, Logan.”

He set his glass down, the chair creaking as he stood. “Not the lights, darlin’. You.”

You held your breath instinctively as you felt him move closer, anticipating his next move. You tugged mindlessly on the tangled wires, trying to loosen them up. Logan stopped to a halt behind you and reached around to grab the lights you were fiddling with. His fingers brushed against yours, sending a shiver up your spine.

“You're gonna' electrocute yourself,” he said, his voice low, his breath hot against your ear. “Move.”

You stepped aside, watching as he worked to untangle the lights with surprising patience. His hands were rough but precise, the very hands that wielded claws, now delicately working through a knot of Christmas lights.

“Look who's helping with decorating,” you said, leaning against the arm of the couch with a triumphant grin.

Logan didn’t look up, but his lips twitched in a smirk. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it.”

Once the lights were untangled, he handed them back to you, stepping back with his arms crossed. “Alright, go ahead. Let’s see what you got, kid.”

You laughed shaking your head as you started draping the lights around the tree. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“Been told,” he replied, leaning against the wall and watching you work. His gaze was intense, but there was a softness there, too, one he tried to hide but couldn’t quite manage.

By the time you’d finished with the lights and started adding ornaments, the cabin felt even cozier, the tree slowly coming to life with each decoration. Logan joined in eventually, though he complained the entire time.

“This thing’s crooked,” he said, adjusting one of the heavier ornaments you’d placed too close to the edge of a branch.

“It’s called charm,” you replied, standing on tiptoes to reach a higher branch.

Logan steadied you with a hand on your waist, his grip firm but gentle. “Call it what you want, but it looks like it’s gonna fall over any second.”

“It won’t. Trust me.”

He grumbled something under his breath but didn’t let go until you were safely back on the ground.

When the tree was finally done, you stepped back, hands on your hips as you admired your work. The lights twinkled softly, casting a warm glow that made the room feel magical.

“What do you think?” you asked, glancing at Logan.

He stared at the tree for a moment, then at you, his expression softening. “Not bad,” he said gruffly.

“Not bad?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “That’s all I get after all that effort?”

He smirked, stepping closer and tugging you toward him by the hem of your sweater. “Alright, fine,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “It’s beautiful, Is that what you want to hear? But not as beautiful as you.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “That was cheesy.”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his hands sliding to your hips. “But it’s Christmas, right? Guess I’m allowed to be a little soft.”

“Just a little?” you teased, looping your arms around his neck.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was slow and tender, with just enough heat to make your knees weak. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

“Merry Christmas, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice rough but filled with affection.

You smiled, your fingers playing with the collar of his flannel. “Merry Christmas, Logan.”

As the snow continued to fall outside, the two of you stood there, wrapped in the warmth of each other and the glow of the tree. It was simple, quiet, and perfect—just like the man you’d come to love.

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Day 8 - Reunion

Drew out a little snippet from @donze-trash's fic for @mesdelostrescaballeros2024!!

Part of a larger continuity being uploaded on ao3! Read it below ⬇️

Donald pulled up outside the apartment where Panchito was staying and took a deep, fortifying breath. Of course he was excited to see his friend again! Of course he was excited for The Three Caballeros to be once more reunited, even if only for a day. There was just that one catch—he felt bad even calling it a catch, like it was somehow a bad thing that he and Zé had finally professed their love for one another—but it would always be awkward telling Panchito. Surely, the duck thought with an internal groan, things would unavoidably change within the trio.

To make it all worse, José had been away on flight shifts when Panchito arrived in town, and Donald had agreed to only break the news when his new boyfriend had returned. He was a terrible liar about this kind of thing: his tongue got all tied up and his beak chattered when he spoke. How in the hell was he supposed to—?

The Donald Duck Pity Party was cut short as sharp, energetic chatter caught his ear from the street: Panchito was being seen off and heading straight for the car. Donald flung himself toward the back seat, toward the gift José had planned to hand over today, and hastily threw a spare blanket over it. The thick, scratchy wool did a decent job of concealing the obvious shape of a brand new guitar, at least if you didn't pay it mind. They'd give it to him when they were all together. That's how they were supposed to do things. Together.

Panchito appeared, waving goodbye to someone before bounding out of the apartment complex. His face lit up when he saw Donald, and before Donald could even get a word out, Panchito had leapt into the front seat, pulling him into a bear hug. His wide sombrero wobbled dangerously, but he didn't seem to care.

"¡Ay caramba, amigo! What took you so long to get here?" Panchito exclaimed, yanking Donald into his arms despite protest from his seatbelt, all to kiss Donald's cheek with his usual enthusiasm.

"'Ey, Pancho! How you doin' amigo?" The duck choked out, finding it a little easier to act natural amid the strangulation.

Panchito released Donald to pinch his cheek playfully. "Better with you here! I've been working on that new song I told you about last night! What about you? What have you been up to all day?"

"I'm doin' swell! And nothing much! Been taking 'er easy today." He lied, and not well—he was already talking too much. "Excited, though! Not every day I get to hang out with my two best pals!" Donald pulled away from Panchito's hold in order to return his attention to driving, feeling too awkward to linger in the warm hold, however much he usually would.

The charro clicked the seatbelt into place and leaned back in his seat, apparently unfazed by the duck's haste. "Ay güey, I'm just hyped that we are finally getting together again for a change. So, what are we doing this time? Are we gonna hit up the club so hard we get kicked out again? Or maybe reopen the Magical Mythical Monster Petting Zoo from Scrooge's secret vault? Or how about we raid the Anvilania embassy and get the ambassador drunk again? You know she still calls me." 

Donald nodded, absolutely not absorbing anything the rooster was clucking about in favor of focusing on the road. He was happy, of course; his friend's exuberance was infectious to say the least. It had indeed been too long since they got to hang out like this as a group… but a part of him still felt tense. He chanced another glance at the vaquero—oblivious, humming merrily, a long leg resting against the door as he propped up his foot on his knee and took up what little space his seat offered. He wished he could feel so carefree.

When they arrived at the little airport, Panchito's excitement was hard to miss. Before the car could even finish pulling up to the 15-minute zone, he'd unbuckled and bolted out of the car window, running ahead towards the tarmac and calling out for Zé at the top of his lungs.

"Yeah, don't wait up or nothing!" Donald called after him with a roll of his eyes. Crazy bird, he hadn't even put the car into park yet!  The lighthearted atmosphere Panchito had cultivated was at war with the impulse to complain bubbling inside him because he wanted see Zé first, to get a chance to hold his boyfriend first before they had to act respectably platonic in front of their none the wiser companion. It wasn't jealousy, not exactly, just…

One hug, one second to let the weight of the week melt off was all he wanted. But that wasn't happening. Not yet. Instead, he'd have to wait and keep playing the part.

"Great," he muttered, jerking on the car's parking brake. "Just act natural. Simple."

The airport, while always abuzz with people from all walks of life and from every corner of the globe, was relatively less hectic on a weekday like this, and José was all the more grateful for it. Deplaning the small jet from Panama was fairly routine and done quickly, leaving Zé with a little free time before he met up with his friends. He brought with him his single suitcase, loaded with more clothes than his usual amount, plus some souvenirs from Brazil and the several other countries he had stopped in during the work week. There were things for the kids back at the manor, plus a homemade gaúcho style poncho pala made by his vovó for Della (whom the old bird had assumed was still freezing from her time on the Moon).  Strapped to the outside of the suitcase (because it could not fit) and wrapped in cloth was José's gift to Donald, a new hammock for his houseboat. He hoped he would like it.

Walking to the exit, Zé attempted to steal himself for the reunion to come. Not so much for seeing Donald, though his blood ran quick with excitement for him to be sure. But Panchito, whom he had not seen since they met for that ill-fated holiday to Bahia that never came to fruition. They had kept in constant contact even after their break up, though it caused pain on both sides. They had been determined to preserve their eternal friendship even in the face of romantic disappointment. And though it took some years for Zé to be able to look the rooster in the face without the unbearable ache in his chest urging him to take it all back and try again, he never wanted to lose sight of what drew him and the other two Caballeros together in the first place. They were his family, no matter what happened.

Even when I act like a stupid teenager and run crying to my ex-boyfriend about my hopeless crush, which turned out to be not so hopeless after all because we're together now and— Merda!

Zé closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. It was very good that he had this spare moment to compose himself as he entered the airport proper.

The distant sound of a familiar crow cut through the din of the crowd, stopping Zé in his tracks. That voice—there was no mistaking it. And like the call to sunrise, it made his heart want to leap into the sky. Spotting a tall flash of red, and a hat that he insisted was too big for his head, standing tall amongst the crowd, Zé dropped his suitcase and his umbrella and ran forward like his tail was on fire. Before he even had time to think about it, he was launching himself into Panchito's arms. The rooster caught him instantly, just like old times.

"¡¡AAAAAAJAJAJAJAJA!!" Panchito's triumphant grito echoed across the terminal. His grip was tight, almost desperate, and his wide grin spoke volumes. Zé could feel the emotion radiating from him—Panchito had missed him more than words could ever say, that much was clear. His whole body seemed to hum with excitement. 

"José!! Mi cielo!" Panchito crowed, his voice overflowing with affection as he slowly, reluctantly, released the green parrot. 

Zé smiled warmly, returning the sentiment. "It is so good to see you, docinho!" His tone was as light and affectionate as ever. "It has been too long!"

"No manches, pendejo, it's only been a few months!" Panchito guffawed, his eyes sparkling with unfiltered happiness. His grin stretched wide as he shook his head in disbelief, the warmth in his expression unmistakable. The man was an open book, his emotions always worn on his sleeve.

The malandro chuckled softly, adjusting his hat. "Well, yes, but it has been twice as long since the three of us have been—" He stopped, scanning the area. "Espere, onde está o Donald?" 

Panchito's expression shifted briefly—a flicker of realization, maybe impatience. He glanced back toward the car, where Zé knew Donald must still be catching up. The vaquero's elation had clearly driven him to rush ahead, leaving their other friend behind. Zé could almost feel the mixture of emotions brewing under Panchito's playful exterior, a familiar tug of longing buried in the joy of reunion.

But Zé knew better than to bring that up. He simply smiled again, his voice calm, teasing. "Always in a rush, eh  mano?" 

"Life is too short to sit still," the rooster replied assuredly, and his hand which still rested on his waist in a half hug pulled him in for just an instant, a punctuation to the point. 

"Hey, ya found 'im! Over here, guys!!!!" a distinctive voice cut through the busy hum of the arrival hall and Zé immediately turned towards the sound, his heart immediately catapulting into the stratosphere.

"DONAL'!" he and Panchito shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the platform. The moment the malandro caught sight of Donald looking flustered and determined as ever as he weaved through the crowd, all the excitement, the nerves, the longing came rushing back to him. He broke from Panchito's hold to sprint to him with ever increasing urgency, his heart pounding not from exertion but from sheer jubilation.

Quickly he closed the distance between them, throwing his arms around the sailor and pulling him into a tight embrace. He fit into his arms perfectly, and for a moment he didn't want to let go. Donald absorbed the impact with ease and let Zé down safely, the rest of the world seeming to melt away in an instant. Zé quickly buried his face into Donald's shoulder, feeling the comforting weight of his lover's arms around him. There was relief, adoration, and an overwhelming sense of peace. Even for just a fleeting moment, everything felt right—like he was where he belonged.

"Meu querido..." Zé whispered softly, just for Donald, though he didn't linger on the words. He knew this interlude was fleeting.

Sure enough, as if sensing their private moment was up, Donald's voice broke through their quiet intimacy. "Panchito...?" Donald called, one arm still wrapped around Zé as he extended the other towards their rambunctious rooster to include him.

Zé was too distracted with cuddling up to his sailor's side to register the gleam in Panchito's eye, at first. As it was, it was only the loud, triumphant yell that signaled their impending doom, and the parrot felt he had little choice but to make sure he didn't endure it alone, his arm holding his duck in place.

"No, wait—!" Donald started, but it was too late.

Panchito came down hard from where he had launched himself into the air like a luchador delivering his finishing move. Elbow extended, he crashed into the two of them with the energy of a firecracker bursting on impact. Donald let out a choked WAK! of surprise, his arms flailing as he was knocked clean off balance. Zé, caught in the middle of it all, simply accepted his fate with a laugh, not even trying to brace for the collision.

They tumbled down in a heap of feathers, beaks, and limbs, Zé wedged between his two best friends, both of them piled on top of Donald, who lay sprawled at the bottom. He could feel Donald wheezing beneath him, dazed from the sudden assault, while Panchito—of course—was perched victoriously at the top of the pile, leaning on one elbow like he owned the world.

"Órale! ¿Que te pasa? You were supposed to catch me!" Panchito chortled, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he flashed a wide, playful grin down at the both of them. "I could have gotten hurt!" 

"God forbid…" Donald rasped weakly.

Zé couldn't help but chuckle, even as he lay squashed in the middle. Completely unconcerned by the chaos, he wiggled into a more comfortable position between them, his head resting against Donald's back. He could feel the frantic beat of his partner's heart beneath his cheek, could hear the shallow breaths as Donald tried to recover. There was no tension, no frustration. Just pure, unbridled affection. Even in moments like this—especially in moments like this—Zé felt nothing but love for the both of them.

This was how it had always been with the three of them. Chaos and laughter, roughhousing and tenderness, all tangled together in one messy, beautiful friendship.

"Well, caras," Zé sighed contentedly, "it is good to be back where I belong."

"Where, with all of ya on top of me?" the sailor beneath him groaned, barely able to get out a full breath with all the pressure bearing down on him.

Don't tempt me, the malandro thought before immediately shelving it for later.

[little-jana]

"Under The Mistletoe"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: kissing, just two cuties

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Another Mistletoe kiss with Spencer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey,” I said, smiling.

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

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

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

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

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

“Classic,” I said, impressed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That caught me off guard. “Me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re not hiding,” I said quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

“I—well—I didn’t mean—”

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

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

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

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

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

“No,” I agreed, smiling. “It wasn’t.”

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

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

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

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

[ninzied]

a little office christmas au

it’s a monday in the office, which is arguably one of the worst things.

and then, as henry goes to prepare his first cup of tea for the day, he sees the actual worst thing, which is this:

someone has planted a sprig of mistletoe above the doorway to the office breakroom.

this is a problem. the breakroom, firstly, has henry’s favorite water dispenser, which dispenses just the right degree of hot water for his tea.

now he has to use the other, less ideal dispenser because he will not be caught under that door next to someone horrid. hunter, for instance.

or, even worse: his office crush, alex, whom henry has only just recently got up the courage to speak to during lunch breaks, and now he can’t, and now his tea will be all cold.

he wonders who’s responsible for this. whoever it is should consider themselves lucky if henry never finds out.

“did you know,” henry says to pez one day, “mistletoe is actually a parasitic plant?”

“whoa,” says alex, passing by his cubicle. “who are you, scrooge?” he laughs his easy, beautiful laugh as he walks away.

henry rather wishes he could fling himself into the nearest paper shredder.

he knows it wasn’t pez’s doing; it’s exactly the sort of thing pez would proudly admit to if he could.

perhaps it was hunter? the thought is a bleak one.

but then henry spots nora and june putting the mistletoe to good use, which, good for them, and which solves that mystery, henry supposes.

one day henry has to double back to the office. he’s left his keys. he expects the place will empty.

except that it’s not, because alex is there. he’s taking the mistletoe down. he looks strangely crestfallen.

“what are you doing?” henry demands before alex can toss it in with the rubbish.

alex glances up, caught.

“it was you?” henry asks. “you’re the one who put up the mistletoe?”

“it was wishful thinking on my part anyway,” says alex.

“what do you mean?”

“you called it a parasite,” alex reminds him. “and”—he looks downcast—“you started making your tea somewhere else, so.”

“oh,” says henry, rather lightheaded. “oh.”

.

alex is still holding the mistletoe when they kiss for the first time. he drops it, forgotten.

henry keeps it at his desk now. he drinks his tea, which is perfect, and smiles every time alex swoops by his cubicle to sneak in another kiss.

[writebackatya]

Ducktales (2017) Holiday Headcanons:

It’s that time of the year again, time for me to dump a bunch of random headcanons! All of which relate to the holiday season cause I love this time of year!

Huey holds the record for most homemade Christmas presents given during the holidays thanks to his JWC skills. Webby is second

Louie wishes that homemade gifts were banned in the gift giving circle.

Dewey always hosts his annual Dewey Dew Night Holi-Dew Special in the Foyer in front of the Christmas tree, much to Beakley and Scrooge’s chagrin

Donald always insists on being the one to decorate despite the many accidents and holiday slapstick he gets involved in every year. They say, the amount of Holiday Slapstick Donald has been in could fill the entire ABC Holiday Special line-up

Now that Santa is no longer banned from McDuck Manor, he always stops and says hello the Duck family on his yearly delivery. Scrooge occasionally joins him and sometimes Scrooge’s Christmas ghost friends help out too

Bentina Beakley always makes the best hot chocolate with the right amount of marshmallows

The kids always go sledding with their friends on Killmotor Hill when the snow is perfect for sledding

Della still puts up a couple of traps every year “for old times sake”. The traps then immediately get taken down the very second Donald gets caught in one of them

Webby is the best gift giver

Huey, Dewey, and Louie got their “Picture with Santa” poses nailed

When given gift cards that are $15 or less from relatives, Huey, Dewey, and Louie will sometimes agree to combine their gift cards to buy something they all want

Drake, Launchpad, and Gosalyn are Jewish and all celebrate Hanukkah but one of their yearly traditions is watching The Darkwing Duck Christmas Special because Drake and Launchpad insist on watching it every year

Gandra Dee doesn’t celebrate Christmas, in fact she’s entirely anti-Christmas, but still chooses to celebrate Christmas with Fenton and his m’ma cause it beats being alone

M’ma Cabrera definitely watches a bunch of Hallmark Christmas movies. So do Huey Dewey and Louie. Also Donald. You know what, especially Donald

Donald’s favorite Christmas movie is It’s A Wonderful Life. It gets him emotional and he always breaks down when George Bailey is proclaimed “The Richest Man in Town”

Della’s favorite Christmas movie is Die Hard. It was her favorite pre-Moon, but the whole John McClane going through hell and trying to make things right with his family just hits a little too close to home these days. Also she says she could totally go through what John did

Dewey’s favorite Christmas movie is Home Alone. In fact he has even set-up a few Mccalister style traps in Donald’s boat house before. They weren’t perfect but they still worked on Donald. He was not the intended target.

Huey seems like A Charlie Brown Christmas kinda Duck

Both Donald and Della know it was Dewey who traveled back in time that one Christmas. Only problem is they don’t know what year it was he went back in time. They just assume it must’ve been on Christmas Eve cause that’s when they saw him. So now until Dewey looks a little bit older they will always be sure to greet Dewey with a mysterious “Welcome back” that sounds like it has multiple meanings whenever they see him after not seeing him for at least 5 min. on Christmas Eve. It’s a bit odd for Dewey to experience, ngl

Dewey and a few other family members will visit Launchpad and co. in St. Canard during one of the nights of Hanukkah to celebrate with them

Matilda always goes to Castle McDuck for the holidays

Donald usually sails back to Duckburg for Christmas, but on the years he can’t Della makes it her duty to FaceTime him on Christmas Eve

And now: The Worst Gift Givers of Clan McDuck

5. Louie, he’s a kid so I’ll cut him slack, but he should put more effort in his gifts. But he won’t

4. Goldie. Don’t ask her why the store security tag is still on

3. Gladstone Gander: King of the Last Minute Gifts, he’s lucky enough to get good deals that cost him next-to and sometimes nothing. Unfortunately the quality of gifts are “Acceptable.”

2. Gyro Gearloose. Just seems like someone who sees something and goes “Well that’s fine enough.”

1. Scrooge McDuck. Rich people suck at giving gifts. It’s a commonly known fact

Also this whole post was a ploy to read my holiday theme DuckTales anthology fic that shows some of these headcanons in action. Enjoy!

[spnexploration]

A Christmas Case

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Dean drags you out of bed to go to a case, ruining your Christmas plans. But does he have a plan to make up for it?

Words: 1.1k

This is my submission for @spnfanficpond Secret Santa 2023 (ignore the fact it was posted in Jan 2024...) and is a gift for @apocalypseornaw ❤ Sorry for the delay!

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“Come on, we’ve got a case,” Dean said, shaking you awake.

“Fu’ offfff,” you grumbled at him. “You’re not allowed in my room.” What you’d really like was Dean to stay in your room permanently, maybe some ravishing… But that was never going to happen.

He chuckled, “Just channel that energy to the monster. We leave in twenty.”

---

You sulked in the backseat. It was December 23rd, why the hell were you off on a case? You’d put in a little bit of effort at the bunker, getting a tree and some dollar shop baubles. That was all for naught, now.

Dean caught sight of you in the rear-view mirror. “What’s up with you, princess? We interrupt your beauty sleep?” You didn’t appreciate his teasing.

“I don’t see why monsters couldn’t give us the bloody holidays off.”

“It’s just another day in our line of work, don’t know why you got your hopes up.”

You glared at him. “Yes, how could I, when known Scrooge, Dean Winchester, was going to be trawling for cases at 6am on Christmas Eve Eve.” It was his own damn fault he wouldn’t be getting the present you’d spent a lot of time choosing for him.

“Hey! I didn’t even find it!”

You turned your glare to Sam, “Got anything to say, Second Scrooge Winchester?”

“I just have some google alerts set up, sorry.”

You crossed your arms.

“You might have been expecting a bit too much from a Christmas at the Bunker anyway,” Dean said in a tone of voice as if he was trying to make you feel better. “We’re not very good at Christmases.”

You rolled your eyes and looked out the window. The boys decided to let you be.

---

You decided to keep a tally of how many people said something about the FBI making you work so close to Christmas: you were already up to 4 and it was only mid-afternoon on the first day. Happily the drive hadn’t been too long from the bunker to the crappy town where the case was, so you’d been able to get started straight away.

There was a giant Christmas tree in the main street of town. You felt like it was mocking you.

You dragged your feet as you followed the boys into the library, conveniently still open. You wondered if Dean even realised everything was going to be closed on Christmas Day. Serve him right if he couldn’t get pie that day.

You half-heartedly trawled some books, not really contributing to the research effort.

“Sorry,” Sam said quietly as he came to sit by you. “I didn’t mean to ruin your holidays.”

“It’s alright,” you said, not really feeling it but not wanting to sound petty, either.

“I can tell you’re upset. Hell, even Dean can tell you’re upset.”

“You know, Dean’s better at reading people than people give him credit for,” you said, always quick to defend inappropriate criticism of Dean.

“Ok, you’re right, that was a low blow. But you’re still upset, and I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well, solve the case fast enough and maybe we can do Christmas on Boxing Day at least.”

He gave your arm a friendly squeeze before standing up again and heading back to the shelves.

“I think I found it!” Dean called from somewhere. You stood to go find him.

---

It turned out to be a very quick case, over by late evening Christmas Eve. It was late enough that ordinarily you’d all head back to the motel room and go home early the next morning, but Dean suggested something different. “How about we head back to the bunker tonight, I’ll drive.”

“It’s pretty late,” Sam said, nursing a couple of injuries.

“You can sleep in the backseat until we get there. Won’t it be better to get to sleep in your own bed?”

“If you’re doing this for me, you don’t have to,” you said. “It’s fine, it’s just a stupid day. You don’t have to kill yourself driving late at night just for me.”

“No, come on, it’ll be nice to be back home.” He gave you that beautiful smile and you couldn’t help but melt.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. Sam mumbled agreement and so you all piled into the Impala, Sam stretched out on the backseat. He was asleep almost instantly, and you weren’t too far behind.

---

“Hey, hey,” you woke to Dean whispering your name and gently shaking your shoulder. “Wake up.”

You looked around blearily, this wasn’t the bunker. It looked like the middle of nowhere. You started to ask Dean, but he held up his hand.

“Shh, don’t wake Sam,” he said, still whispering. “Come out of the car for a sec, I’ll explain it all.”

You looked at him quizzically but followed, closing the door as quietly as you could behind yourself. Dean took your hand and pulled you around to the front of the car. Your heart was racing; this was different…

“I’m sorry Sam and I ruined the Christmas you had planned,” he said, standing very close to you. You looked up into his stunningly gorgeous face wanting nothing more than to kiss him, but knowing that he saw you like a little sister. “But I thought we could look for Santa delivering presents,” he said, gesturing to the huge expanse of the night sky you could see.

You laughed, “What am I, 7?”

“Well, ok, it doesn’t have to be Santa. But it’s a nice night for stargazing, and I wanted to make it up to you.” He reached up and brushed his thumb over your cheek. This was definitely new. You nodded in agreement and he took your hand again, pulling you up on to the top of the bonnet.

He scooted very close to you. You could feel his body heat, which was good in the freezing night air. You felt a wave of goosebumps break out over your skin, but you weren’t entirely sure if they were because of the cold or the proximity of Dean.

He reached behind him and grabbed a blanket you hadn’t seen was there, then put his arms around you and draped it across your shoulders. He was so close, so beautifully close. And yet, always so far.

He didn’t put his arms back down, like you were expecting.

He put a hand on your shoulder. What was he doing? He put his other hand on your cheek. So warm, so close. So... intimate.

You looked up into his big, green eyes.

He leaned in close.

Oh. Oh! This was happening!

His soft, Adonis-like lips were suddenly on yours. You closed your eyes and leant into the moment.

He pulled away, “Merry Christmas. Hope this makes up for having to be on the road.”

“Oh, this definitely makes up for it,” you said before capturing his lips again.

The stars looked down from above, forgotten.

.

.

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[starlight-write]

....lee!Husk () ler!Vaggie and ler!Charlie?

The others come in at some point idk (adorable sight though)

"Need some help there?" Vaggie laughed at seeing the cat sprawled out on the floor.

Husk yelped at the sudden voice before looking up at the exorcist standing at the side side of the bar. The cat's ear flattened in embarrassment and looked away.

The girl shut the door behind her as she approached him. "How did you even manage to get yourself stuck like this?"

"I was doing a little 'Spring Cleaning." He sighed. "I was sweeping under the shelf and the head of the broom broke off. Honestly, we need more cleaning supplies this thing was ancient."

"And you really thought your beefy arms could reach that and not get stuck?"

"Hey, I did get it!" The cat said before flicking the tool out towards the other.

"Good for you, hun." The exorcist noticed her girlfriend walk into the main living space.

"Hey babe, check this out!"

"Oh come on!" Husk whined as Charlie approached the bar. The princess peeked over the counter and shot her girlfriend a confused look.

"Look who got his arm stuck under the counter." Vaggie laughed. "You think we should call the fire department or something?"

Charlie laughed softly at the other. "Aww, poor thing. Does the kitty cat need our help?"

This was beyond humiliating. The cat thought to himself and banged his head on the floor.

"Yes, please." He groaned in defeat.

Charlie hopped over the counter and crouched down to face the two.

"Oh so you do have manners," The princess smiled. "Where was that a few hours ago during our last conversation? What was that you called me again? A shit-faced wannabe?"

Vaggie gasped dramatically. "Husker, how could you?!" The two girls giggled at eachother.

"For the last time, Princess, Hell or not, you're still not old enough to drink." The cat argued.

Said princess rolled her eyes before shooting an evil smile at the other girl.

"Y'know...Angeldust told us something pretty interesting about you the other day~" Charlie began running her fingers along the cat's arm.

Vaggie perked up, realizing where the other was getting at. "Yeah. Let us in on a secret on how to deal with your scrooge ass."

"Would you two just get me out alre-ADY- Hehehehey!-" The bartender squeaked when fingers began wriggling under his trapped arm.

Husk shot an angry look at the smiling princess. "Don't you even think about IT!- AHAHAHA- QUIT!!!" He shouted, squirming when Vaggie began tickling his sides.

The poor cat twisted and turned as he fought to get away from the absolute children who were wrecking his shit right now. He tried flapping his wings viciously to shoo them away. Unfortunately, this only resulted in each of the two pinning one down before attacking them as well.

Husk wished he could've said he kept his composure, but that would've been a damn lie.

"GET OHOHOHOFF!!! GET OHOHOHAHAHAHA-AAAA THIS ISN'T HEHEHELPING!!!!" Husk screamed and thrashed uselessly against his attackers.

Angel walked into the living space at hearing the commotion, followed by Alastor who had poofed himself beside the bar.

"What the absolute Hell are you guys doing-oh?" Angel laughed as he realized what was going on. The two girls looked up at the others, laughing as they got off their victim.

Alastor looked over the counter as well, looking slightly disappointed. "Yes, I heard screams of torment and got quite excited. My mistake."

The cat gulped in air, beyond embarrassed at this point.

"He got himself stuck." Vaggie explained. Angel nearly fell to the floor laughing so hard.

Alastor gave a small chuckle before snapping his fingers and the cat was suddenly poofed out of the bar beside Angel who caught him before he fell.

"Next time, call the fire department." The Radio Demon said before vanishing.

"You ok?" Vaggie asked when Husker had seemed to catch his breath.

The cat just huffed. "You guys are the worst."

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A/N: This was a fun pairing to write. Sorry if this seemed a bit rushed.

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I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm With; Anthony Lockwood

A/N: HEYYYYY. Well if it isn't another six-month hiatus...I fear I've done this too many times to keep apologizing. There are some long-overdue requests in my inbox, and for that I truly am sorry. With college, work, family, I'm not sure how you guys keep up with finding the time or motivation to write. Nonetheless, I just recently re-watched this amazing show, and I'm yet again horrified Netflix canceled it. I put a holiday spin on this and I hope you all like it!

CW: Characters are aged up. I wouldn't be comfortable w/ this if they were played by minors but that's not the case. Let's also pretend ppl don't typically lose their gift til their mid-20s

You're getting ready on the floor of 35 Portland Row's master bedroom. Makeup is littered all around you as you add the finishing touches. The smell of cookies flows from the kitchen all throughout your home, ones you'll decorate later upon Lucy's request. Christmas music sounds from the record player in the living room, crackling every now and again with its age.

Lockwood's leant up against the door frame, moving silently to the worn armchair across you. You can feel his eyes on you, quietly admiring, yet still brooding from a recent look at the newspaper. Kipps and his team were beaming brightly across the front page, having just solved yet another notary case on behalf of Fittes.

"I've told you not to read the papers on our day off, haven't I?" He's pulled out of his trance then, adjusting his slouched shoulders as though he's been caught.

"A bunch of posh showoffs, think their ridiculous uniforms and bureaucratic nonsense makes them superior. I swear-"

"Anthony."

"Yes, darling?" It's through clenched teeth, blinking hard to regain his composure. You brush on your mascara, still chastising when you face the mirror once more.

"It's our day off, isn't it?"

"Because we have yet to find another case-" He stops himself under your look of warning through the glass, fiddling with his rings and straightening. "I suppose it is our day off, yes."

"We don't have much of those, do we?" You approach him, then. Voice soft and sweet, unknowingly easing his tense stature with each syllable. He only hums, forehead pressing into your stomach as you run gentle fingers through his hair, careful not to disrupt the intricately combed strands. "We need this. You need this. So let's make it a good one, yeah?"

"Tell that to George. Why must we do the holiday card today?"

"We're all available, Scrooge. And if I'm not mistaken, this was your idea. Something along the lines of 'it's good for business, people are seeking a company with a personable image, clients need people to relate to-" You only stop your mimicking when he pinches at your side. The overly-posh, deep reenactment enough to bring a reluctant smirk to Anthony's lips.

"I do not sound like that." He tugs at your hips so you'll sit on the arm of the chair he's rested in, keeping an arm wrapped over your stomach and knees to settle you against him.

"Bunch of bureaucratic-" Your own yelp ceases your teasing, the arm that's snaked around you tugging hard enough to have you fall into his lap and victim to his incessant poking at your stomach and sides. Your squirming is no use, both of your laughter echoing throughout the room as you hopelessly swat at his hands.

He stops his torture eventually, avoiding an oncoming lecture on how he's ruined your neatly done hair with his tickling. You're breathless under him, stretching out over him to glance at the other mirror just above the dresser. Even with the reflection upside down, you're able to tell you'll have to redo multiple curls. He's grabbing at you before you can scold him, hand under your head to pull your faces just inches apart.

"Stop it. You look lovely." He's pulling out the charm, of course. Voice low and hoarse, the tone that he knows damn well well sets your skin on fire. He's smug then, knowing smirk playing over his dark features as his eyes dart to your lips and then to yours.

"Looked lovely." You correct, breathless all over again. His eyes narrow, incredulous.

"Can I prove it to you?" He moves only slightly closer, swallowing thickly as his thumb traces your bottom lip. You almost let him, nearly succumbing to his enchantments. Only when his lips are nearly on yours do you turn your head, keen on revenge for his sabotage.

"You've already toyed with my hair, I'll send George spiraling if I had to redo my makeup."

Lockwood, genuine betrayal littered across his face, can't even plead his case before your roommate takes his cue.

"Oi!" His shout rings from downstairs, tinged with impatience and growing irritation. "You two better be fully clothed and picture-perfect in five minutes. The camera's ready!"

Anthony can only bury his face in your neck, sore attitude overcoming him all over again.

****

"Wait!" Lucy exclaims just as the flash of the camera ensues, voice strained with exasperation. "I wasn't ready!" There's a collective groan from the lot of you, George shuffling past the redhead to reset the camera. You take the time to fix Lockwood's collar, dodging his swatting, grumpy hands.

"I assume ghost touch is a more amenable torture than this," he mutters pointedly.

"You wanted the bloody holiday card, Lockwood. And I'm the only one with enough creative vision to make the lot of you look remotely presentable." There's a collective sneer toward him, though he doesn't notice with all his tinkering with the outdated lense. Of course, George had insisted using film would make the photos hold a 'certain sense of novelty' that couldn't possibly be reproduced with less difficult equipment. "Take five, this might take a while." He waves you all off, adjusting his glasses and muttering a string of unintelligible curses as he works.

Lucy turns to you then, biting back a smile as Lockwood flushes under your doting hands, trying desperately to maintain his grouchy disposition. "Where's your chapstick, the strawberry one-"

"You always steal?" You cease grooming your boyfriend, to his relief, in order to tease her. Smiling when she only sticks out her tongue in mock disdain, already headed for the stairs and presumably your bedroom. "Right side of the bureau, just above Anthony's sock drawer." Your tone grows into a shout to accommodate her distance, grabbing onto Lockwood's wrist so he can't escape away to the study.

"Love you lots!" She calls from upstairs, most definitely making more of a mess of the bedroom in her search.

"Would you unhand me, dove? Pretty sure you're cutting circulation." He's got your attention again, face pulled with irritation. The bags under his eyes look particularly apparent this close, a dull ache in your heart at the sight. It's apparent the attitude is only due to all the stress he puts himself under. The pet name a clear sign the animosity is by no means directed at you. You smirk despite him, digging into your back pocket and ignoring his then curious expression.

Only when you get closer does he catch on. Socked feet clumsily stepping on his boot-covered ones to attempt to gain height, your arm reaches up above both your heads. Letting his eyes follow yours, Anthony can't help but let a dazzling smile spread across his features. Stubborn nature no match against the warmth and adoration overcoming him at the slightly crumpled branch above him.

"Is that-"

"Yep." You mutter, straining under the effort to reach above his head. His gaze is on your face then, arm snaking around the smalll of your back to keep you steady. "You're supposed to-"

"Oh, I know. But I'm having so much fun watching this." A small pout puckers your lip at his teasing, tone filled with the familiar mirth and smugness you hadn't known you missed so much with his solemn mood.

"Forget it then, Grinch." Your reaching arm falls to your side, attempting to push at his chest to force distance between you.

The camera flashes just as Anthony pulls you in for a kiss. Soft and sweet, each of you eventually smiling into it.

"I'm not developing that one." George frowns, adjusting the lens before shooting a pointed look to Lockwood, who loosens his hold only slightly on you. "You've got shade 205 right here, mate." The curly-haired boy draws an imaginary circle around the entirety of his mouth. Anthony scrubs his sleeve across his face at George's comments. Flushing as you laugh into his chest.

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 30: ice skating

Fandom: Lackadaisy

Character: Reuben "Ruby" Pepper / Ivy Pepper

Naughty or Nice: Nice

A excited squeal escaped Ivy's lips as she held your hand tightly while you both skated across the frozen lake. "Daddy come join us!"

Glancing nervously at the lake, Reuben cleared out his throat giving you both a weak grin. "I think daddy is gonna sit the one out." He yelled to you both.

"Oh don't be a scrooge Reuben, come join us." You yelled out.

Groaning, Reuben laced up his skates, he couldn't say no to you both.

The sound of your's and Ivy's laughter filled the cold air as Reuben took his first wobbly steps onto the ice.

“Alright, daddy is coming!” Reuben said, his voice full of cheer, as he steadied himself on his skates. Ivy, always full of energy, was already trying to glide, though her fathers legs as she had let go of your hand.

Your heart swelled as you watched Reuben and Ivy, for someone who was so scared he seemed fully in his element, guiding Ivy on the ice.

“Careful, daddy!” Ivy called out, her voice high-pitched with laughter as Reuben wobbled himself, trying to keep balance while holding onto both you and Ivy.

“Don’t worry, peaches, I’ve got this!” Reuben reassured her, though his grin said it all – he was having as much fun as you bother were. He took a step forward, but the slick ice caught him by surprise, and with a loud whoosh, Reuben let go of both yours and Ivy's hand as he slipped, landing squarely on his backside.

You and Ivy blinked for a moment until laughter escaped your lips, Ivy giggling behind her hands.

“Well, that was graceful, wasn’t it?” he called out to you, who had a hand to your mouth, trying to hide your own laughter. “You’re going to hold that over me forever, aren’t you?”

You shook your head, laughing. “Only until the next time you try to skate, Reuben,” you teased, your eyes twinkling with amusement.

Ivy, still giggling, offered her father a hand. “Come on, Daddy! I’ll help you up!”

Reuben reached up to take her small hand, letting her pull him to his feet. “Alright, alright, I’m up, I’m up,” he said, brushing snow off his coat. “I’ll make sure to stay on my feet this time.”

"Daddy fell on his butt" Ivy still giggled

"Alright...alright....let's just keep this to ourselves."

Grinning, you slid your hand into his giving it a squeeze. "Deal."

[questmouse]

Part 2 of Qftim: Reborn facts because why not ＼(・w・)／

Facts about: Bendy

He accidentally called Felix "Father/Dad" and was embarrassed for a while.

Anytime Bendy drinks, he gets people's names mixed up.

Bendy has the ability to hotwire a vehicle. Don't ask how he knows he just does. :]

He used to have a crush on Ortensia as a kid.

Bendy loves playing beer pong with the questers and circus crew. (And if they have Boris or Mickey, they use Soda instead) :)

Hates the taste of Cherries. (He accidentally ate a cherry with a pit inside of it when he was 6, and he since hasn't eaten a cherry)

Bendy has once eaten a 20-ounce bacon soup. The aftermath was not pretty but did not regret it in the slightest.

Facts about: Boris

Boris only eats meat. He doesn't really eat veggies, but anytime him and Bendy are at Mickey's place, he eats them since Mickey makes them with some seasoning.

He stress-chews when he's really nervous.

Boris has tunnel vision, so he has a great depth perspective.

Likes making handmade bracelets for his crew and for the circus crew.

Enjoys making food with Felix and Mugman.

Doesn't like hugs or kisses. The only expect is Bendy and Mickey. He'll happily take a hug from them.

He loves bitter food and sweet food.

Facts about: Mickey

Mickey is very protective over Bendy & Boris, despite knowing them less than a year.

Mickey has been seen smoking when he is under extreme pressure on a big day for his circus show. Slowly, Mark has been trying to wean Mickey off of the cigarettes.

He still gets teased by Sheba, and ever since him and Mark have been a thing, he gets teased even more by Sheba.

He has very sensitive hearing due to his big semi-circle ears.

Anytime Oswald is sick, Mickey is always at his side: making him soup, comforting, and making sure the bunnies are being taken care of when Oswald is out of commission.

He's very sensitive about himself, and he struggles to love himself, but he has friends and family that well support and love him.

Facts about: Oswald

He feels like he can't trust many people due to past relationships, but he's trying to work on it.

Him and Felix go on dates from time to time. He has Mickey and Mark babysit all the little bunnies.

He tries to make sure anyone who is staying with them is okay. He's in a parent mood a lot.

Oswald doesn't like physical love, but he lets Felix and the bunnies give affection.

He still keeps in contact with Fanny, and she lets him vent to her when he's stressed out.

After Walt kicked Oswald out, he got back inside and took Mickey with him to start a new life, and this was when Oswald was around 3 and Mickey was 1. They both lived with Scrooge McDuck for a while.

Facts about: Mark

He accidentally twisted his wrist once while working, and Mickey scolded him for letting himself get injured.

Mark is based on an American Shorthair cat :)

He doesn't respond to catnip surprisingly.

Mark's first language is Portuguese. He can simply switch between Portuguese and English.

According to Mickey, Mark is very affectionate with hugs :)

Mark's full name is: Marquinhos Izuri Aser, his legal name is: Mark Izuri Asher.

Facts about: Fanny

Has paid off her nursing loan thanks to Dovil.

She slays with mostly any outfit. Her favorite color to wear is Seaform Green & Deep Lilac.

Fanny has gotten multiple promotions as a nurse is earning over $650 per week. She's got the money >:)

Her name "Francine" comes from her grandmother, Fanny is only a nickname, her folks Gabe her.

She's surprisingly still sweet to Oswald after their breakup. She does talk with Mickey, and they both try and talk about their interests in life.

She felt bad for Oswald after hearing about what had happened to Ortensia, she wanted to talk to him but she felt like she would only bother him.

Fanny in (Reborn AU) hasn't met Brute, and she's happy being single. She has caught an eye for Cuphead. 👀

Sorry, this is short headcanon list peeps :(

And thanks to @mysticdreamiz for the art :)

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Clexmas Prompts for the Holidays!

Here's a list of prompts, two for each day of December. Feel free to use either one or combine them into the same fic! Fics must be Clex based, but can include any background ship or Clex+others. Tag me if you use the prompts and want to be reblogged!

“What do you mean you 'don't need a coat'?” / Snowball Fight

"That was more ice than snow!" / First Snow

“Maybe you could warm me up...?” / Cuddling by the Fireplace

“Looks like you've caught a cold.” “I never…achoo…get sick. I'm fine!” / Under the Mistletoe

“You're so toasty!” / Holiday Traditions

“Thank you for making it special.” / Naughty or Nice

“Let's build a snowman!” / Spiked Eggnog

“It's just a little something.” / Decorations

“But if I get out of bed I'll be cold!” / Sleigh Ride

“You did all of this yourself?” / Caroling

“I can't believe you got me this!” / Winter Wonderland - Metropolis Style

“That's the ugliest sweater I've ever seen.” /Ugly Sweater Party

“You've never been ice-skating?” / Picking Out the Tree

“Looks like we're snowed in.” / Dinner at the Kents

“Office parties suck…that's why I brought you here, to share my misery.” / Party at the Talon

“At least pretend to like it!” / White Elephant Party

“Here, warm yourself by the fire.” / Secret Santa

“No one should be alone for the holidays.” / Movie Marathon

“I see we've ended up under the mistletoe.” / Baked Goods

“Hey, no peeking!” / Gift Wrapping

“You're the best present I could have ever wished for.” / Winter Solstice

"You know you aren't getting this jacket back, right? It's mine now." / Gingerbread House Contest

"You always look better with my stuff on...you might as well steal my entire wardrobe at this point." / Making Cider

"I brought my jacket because I knew you would forget yours." / Candy Canes

"Oh, don't be such a scrooge." "Bah humbug." / Christmas/Hanukkah

"Just think about how warm it’ll be once we’re there." "And how’s that supposed to help me now?” / Twelve Days of Christmas

“If that snowman moves, I’m hitting it with the shovel.” / Seeing the Light Displays

"You know, I heard that hot chocolate makes everything better.” / Sledding

“It's Smallville, I wouldn’t discount the possibility of ghosts showing up to teach me a lesson.” / Champagne

“Look, I'm not sure if I'll be back in time for New Year's Eve. Come to Metropolis with me?” / Fireworks

“Luthor's don't make resolutions they can't keep." / New Year's Kiss

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[kathren-is-here]

Been thinking about Ducktales 2017 again and needed a quick Brad doodle done during my break

anyways so I made my own hc timeline thing using some bits of the show as guides under the cut!!

• Modern Bradford - working for Scrooge with his “brothers”, the rest of the events in the show continue

• 2010 distances Scrooge more

• 2000 and up, still working for McDuck but also expands FOWL, works on distancing Scrooge from his family

• 1990 CFO for McDuck and apart of the Board of Directors with his “brothers”

• 1980 looking more like modern Bradford now, has attended Scrooges Christmas party with his “brothers”, almost gets caught during a FOWL mission but doesn’t, leaves shush for McDuck enterprise to work closer to Scrooge

• 1970 A trusted shush worker and worked behind their backs to make fake brothers (?)

• 1960 Bradford just started working for shush

• 1950 Bradford graduated school and got recommended to shush from his grandma

• 1940 Bradford was in his studies

• 1920 Bradford most likely left to live with his mother again, Isabella published her books (?)

• 1910 Bradford adventured with Isabella finch

• 1900 birth and very young Bradford

also just like, I’m reaaally stretching it with the Clone Bros they just sorta appear during the Christmas episode in the past so like??? Only conclusion he made the clone bros around that time behind shush or used shush materials to help him out, also i skimmed the show so like hdjshd I’m pretty much here for Brad, very sorry if this looks like it doesn’t line up I’m really just here making up my own story dhjshdhs

[alex31624]

Duck Comic Reading Club Week 20: The Old Castle's Secret

I finally got around reading The Old Castle's Secret. It was the last comic from the Club I was missing. Let's see how it went.

The story begins with good old Scrooge asking Donald and HDL to come to his house. He needs help to find a treasure.

With that hair, Scrooge looks like Doc Brown from Back to the Future.

The treasure is on Castle McDuck, located on Dismal Downs. Hey, just like in the 2017 hit Ducktales!

There's a problem tho, ghosts. An evil spectre protects the treasure. Sadly, there were no Ghostbusters to call, and Scrooge called the second best option. Is time for Donald to prove his courage.

Is worth mention that this is the second Scrooge comic, he's not the brave tomb robber… I mean, treasure hunter we know, yet.

Anyway, is time for the McDucks to go to reveal the secret(s) of Castle McDuck!

In Scotland, they were welcome by Scrooge's trusty worker, Scottie.

So, he's a scottish whose named Scottie. Ja.

The McDucks went to work right away, using Scrooge's X-Ray machine to search for the hidden treasure. They worked for hours until…

It's so funny how Scrooge walks on Donald.

They found the treasure on the walls, millions on gold and jewels. Donald is forced to take the treasure outside, but he's attacked by the ghost.

Unfortunately, the castle is full of dust, and that makes a lot of problems for Donald because of his asthma, you know it. So, he went to the yard to get some fresh air, not because he's scared, no, no, no.

Thankfully, Huey has the solution to all their problems.

Sadly, the ghost escaped. Only Scottie was left behind. Suddenly, an armor approached them, and Louie did the logical.

That's a fine armor, Donald took an axe directly to his head like it was nothing.

Scottie had enough of this madness and left the Castle. The best decision so far. On the other hand, HDL continued with their ghost hunt, only to be trapped in a battlement. Not long after, Scrooge ended in the same place.

Now, is up to Donald to rescue them. He's on his way, but first, he found out Scottie's now playing on the ghost's team.

And of course, he's trapped too.

Well, I get that it's a hard situation and they need to escape, but, I'm not sure if I would have told my ten-years-old nephew to swing into a pond.

With HDL on the ground, the babies went to find a way into the castle. They found a secret tunnel in the cemetery. Because, of course there's a secret tunnel.

Meanwhile, the adults are preoccupied about the kids. Scrooge regrets not having given them a gun.

Imagine if Scrooge had have that gun on DT17. The second Magica appeared, he could have shoot her and avoid the Shadow War.

Anyway, the ghost is attacking the babies, and Scrooge didn't hesitate.

Remember kids, next time a ghost wants to mess with you, shoot it. Kill it a second time.

The ghost tried to escape, but the McDucks caught it. And now, the plot twist, the ghost was Scottie, who actually was Diamond Dick, the guy with the best name ever.

It was all Diamond Dick's scheme to steal the treasure using an invisible spray he stole. Also, the real Scottie is dead.

Ok, forget about the invisible spray and how Dick still made a skeleton shadow. Forget about the fact that his third wife was a McDuck, technically making him a member of the clan.

How was Scottie a trusty worker if Scrooge didn't even knew how he looked. Diamond Dick said, hey guys it's-a-me, Scottie and Scrooge was like, hell yeah, that's Scottie.

Donald tried to take all the credit for solving the case, and the babies sprayed him with the invisible formula.

This was a great, fun story that I enjoyed a lot. One of the best Club readings of this year, IMO.

And with this review done, I have done all the Club comics. It has been a lot of fun, let's see what next year brings.

[eventinelysplayground]

Day 4 of the Ikemen Advent event hosted by @candied-boys and @queengiuliettafirstlady. Today's prompt is tinsel and I also paired it with the prompt Christmas decorating contest from @writingwhimsey naughty or nice event. After Victor declares a contest you learn something about Liam and decide to have some fun with it. Fluff with a hint at something spicy. WC approx 780.

Mesmerized

“I really think we're going to win this.”

“Me too! Let's see what's in this box.”

You smiled up at Liam who was standing beside you, he had just finished putting on the last of the candle holders. Yesterday evening Victor had announced to somes excitements and others unsurprisingly non excitement that everyone would be paired off this year to compete in decorating a tree for Christmas. The teams were decided by draw and you were relieved when you had drawn Liam's name. He had been just as excited about it as you were and the both of you were sure you'd win. Your only real competition was Roger and Harrison’s tree.

“These ornaments are so pretty.”

“Victor has picked up most of the castle's ornaments over the years but Elbert has contributed a good amount too.”

“Has anyone else ever bought any?”

“Mmmm Ellis did one year, but then Jude made fun of him and he never bought any again.”

“Ugh he's such a Scrooge.”

“Hahaha ya, too bad being visited by spirits wouldn't make him be nicer. He'd probably threaten them actually.”

You giggled, you could definitely see Jude doing just that.

“Well let's get started hanging these.”

“Just tell me where you want them!”

You and Liam got down to placing the ornaments on the tree, a task that maybe you were both taking a bit too seriously but you were both still having fun. As you came to the bottom of the trunk you found a large velvet pouch.

“I wonder what's in here?”

You untied the strings and reached in with excitement and pulled out some tinsel. Liam had come over to see what you found and he reached over taking a bit from your hand.

“I always liked tinsel.”

“Really?”

“Yup the way the candles reflect off it once their lit is so pretty. It looks pretty nice in the electric lights too but, candlelit is still the best. Here I'll show you!”

Liam took the bit of tinsel he had taken out of your hand and draped the strands over several branches then he turned out the lamps and lit two of the candles.

“See!”

“It is pretty, but my favorite part of the tree was always the gingerbread ornaments because we got to eat them."

You were smiling as you turned to look at Liam but he wasn't looking at you instead he was transfixed on the tinsel.

“Liam?”

You waited a moment but he didn't reply.

“You look like a cat that's been mesmerized by a sunbeam.”

As soon as the thought left your lips you had a not so nice idea. You reached in and took more tinsel out of the pouch then grabbed a candle and holder off the tree. You set it up on a table near the wall and began to dangle the tinsel around it.

“Oh Liam…”

Your voice was a bit higher pitched than normal, like you would use to entice a cat. It took a few tries but eventually it worked and you had Liam mesmerized but your dangling tinsel. You were so caught up in what you were doing you didn't know someone else had joined you until you heard an amused whisper in your ear.

“Now just what's going on here?”

You jumped slightly and almost dropped the tinsel but you quickly recovered and turned your head slightly to the side.

“William I'm just…”

“Yes?”

William had a knowing smile on his face and you let out a sigh.

“I'm sorry, once I saw how mesmerized he was by it, I couldn't help myself.”

You were still dangling the tinsel as you guiltily hung your head. William took the tinsel from your hand and picked up the candle with the other. You thought he was going to blow it out but instead he dangled it over to the tree and tossed it on to it making Liam follow it. He placed the candle back on the tree before walking back to you.

“It's not nice to tease the poor cat.”

“I know.”

Williams' lips met yours in a soft kiss and he trailed a hand down your side.

“Hmmm you say that but…I think my robin needs to have it reinforced just how naughty teasing someone can be.”

William's long fingers slid over your cheek and down your neck sending a shiver of desire through you.

“Mmm, I think you're right William.”

William smiled at you and you could see the desire building in his eyes. He wasted no time in taking you by the hand and leading you towards the dining room door.

“Come my robin, while the cat is still distracted.”

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[fluffansmut]

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Eddie Munson x crybaby!reader

Fairy’s first Christmas - December 2

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The little village.

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Most of the christmas decorations in the Munson household were either really cheap stuff from melvalds, or things that were passed down to Wayne from Eddie’s grandmother.

He unfortunately had little to no memory of her so it was only sentimental to Eddie because it was something that Wayne would put up every year.

Among other things there was a ceramic Christmas village.

Four little houses with lights in, a couple of christmas trees and a few figurines.

You quite enjoyed to look at it, sitting on Eddie’s shoulder as Wayne unpacked the house and plugged in the lights.

But one of the figurines gave you and off feeling.

It looked so, grumpy, like it judged you and all your life choices without even knowing anything about anything.

“Why is he mad?” You whispered to Eddie as Wayne carefully placed each figurine on the cotton wool.

“Who? Uncle Wayne?” Eddie asked, genuinely confused about who you were referring to.

“Nooooo” you said, eyeing the older man who’s eyes twinkled with nostalgia. “Him”

You gestured in the general direction of the figurine and finally the gears clicked in Eddie’s mind.

“Oh honey, baby he is not real” Eddie said, reassuringly, with a smile playing on his lips, cause god you were cute.

“But you said earlier that it’s supposed to be joyful… so why put him up if he looks mad?” You asked, eyebrows deep knit together in confusion.

“Well he’s supposed to be Scrooge, so being grumpy is kind of his trademark” Eddie began explaining as he plucked you from his shoulder, holding you out in-front of him.

When he saw that recognition never settled on your face he quickly promised to tell you the story of a Christmas Carol later.

The following day a couple of minutes before Eddie had to leave he was looking for you.

You had promised to stay in the living room whilst Eddie brushed his teeth, but when he returned you were gone.

He checked all the usual hiding places but couldn’t find you anywhere. It wasn’t until he turned towards the Christmas village that he noticed the sudden changes that were made.

One figurine was missing and there were wings sticking up behind the house furthest back. He plucked you up by the wings which made you squawk at the surprise.

“Well hello there sweetheart” he said, holding you level with his face.

“Oh hi Eddie” you twinkled, trying and failing to look innocent.

“Where did you hide him, hrmm?” Eddie asked, not thinking for even a second that you had any other business by the village.

You crossed you arms and huffed in Eddie’s direction.

“I did not.” You said.

Eddie sighed and moved you over to the couch.

“Now I don’t care how you do it but I want that figurine back on the displaytable before Wayne return this evening alright?” Eddie said, voice serious.

You crossed your arms and got very huffy.

Had Eddie not seen the attitude that figurine had towards you?

“Pout all you want baby, I gotta go now” Eddie said and moved to get his lunchbox.

But when he swooped it of the counter something scrambled inside it.

He opened it up and you saw just how busted you were on his face as he lifted the lid.

Eddie caught you by the leg when you tried to zoom your way out of the conversation.

“Now please baby, tell me what he’s doing in my lunchbox?” Eddie asked, ever so patiently.

“He’s in jail” you deadpanned.

“Jail” Eddie asked, as if he didn’t hear you correctly. “But why?”

“He was looking at me weird” you said with a shrug.