#Still kwanzaa sweater...

[crystalized-dreams]

My Fluffy Life - Christmas 2022!

My Fluffy Life – Christmas 2022!

My Fluffy Life has updated for Christmas 2022 (and a Happy Christmas Eve, 6th night of Hanukkah, Early Kwanzaa and/or belated Winter Solstice for those who celebrate) and in addition to four new sweaters you can get once per in-game day (There’s also plenty more if you didn’t get all the ones from last year!), the Stuffie Making Workshop is back (no new options, but still great if you missed it…

[othcrside]

After spending half her life in the system, Marisol had developed a warmth for each and every holiday celebrated by the families she was placed with — the nicer ones, at least. That meant that, alongside Hanukkah, events like Christmas (or Yule, depending on who she was speaking to) and Kwanzaa were treasured by the young witch. Which is why she was always excited to participate in the activities hosted during that special time of year. Building gingerbread houses was a personal favorite, however, as it was the only booth where you could eat what you'd assembled, and if Marisol loved anything, it was a sweet treat. So, in her ugliest Christmas sweater and a pair of reindeer antlers, she made herself comfortable at the table and began plotting what kind of creation she had in mind. After surveying the tools at her disposal, she decided on a cozy cabin; albeit may just have been a form of her manifesting the real thing in her life, still, what better time of year to make wishes and wait for them to come true? She was extremely concentrated on gluing the walls together with thin strips of white icing, her brown eyes narrowed so she could be as precise as possible while assembling the bare bones of the small house.

Once snapping out of her daze she realized she was missing a crucial component in what she needed in order to bring the cabin to life: chocolate chips for the roof shingles. She cursed loudly before catching herself, earning a few glares from parents that were shadowing their children's work. After offering an apologetic smile, she slid out of her seat and made quick work of locating whoever was in charge of the table. Her eyes fell upon a familiar figure who she had recognized as one of her coworkers, and a bright smile lit up her features as she approached the other. "Riri!" she exclaimed, having no real clue if she appreciated such nicknames. "I didn't know you were the woman in charge here. Wow, that looks sick," she complimented the psychic as she leaned over so she could get a better view of the chapel being assembled. "I could help you with the sugar glass if you point me in the direction of the chocolate chips?"

WHERE: DIY pop-up shoppe at rabbit creek; gingerbread house building table WHEN: 17th december, daytime WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: none for now! (might cap later if i feel overwhelmed)

On paper, this had seemed like the perfect opportunity for Rika. She'd been wanting to reach out more, to try and take part in the living breathing community of Anchorage instead of living as a shadow behind the beaded curtains of her room at the Raven House. The popup had a wonderfully festive atmosphere and the air seemed to Rika as though it hung thick with the excitement and curiosity of its guests and volunteers. As expected, the gingerbread station smelled pleasantly of sugar, spice and (of course) everything nice. This volunteering spot required a few things, of course; a hint of craftiness, a dash of creativity, a generous sprinkling of baking talent and a heaped spoonful of patience. These were standards Rika could meet easily enough, even if the patience required just the smallest stretch of extra effort. She'd known from the start that she would be a little out of her depths, lacking much experience with gingerbread houses due to their lack of a cultural presence during the holiday back home, but she'd gotten the hang of things quickly enough.

That wasn't exactly a good thing. Rika was good at getting carried away, at getting far too invested in the house she was putting together, and she may have gotten distracted from her role of guiding others through their own gingerbread creations. It was only her view of her work was darkened by the shadow of another person that she finally broke free from her spiced reverie. "I'll be with you in just a moment," she said by way of apology, whipping her head up with such abrupt speed that several locks of hair broke free from their loose ponytail binding. "I'm just trying to turn this...hmph, sugar glass into a window for my church." She grunted a little as she spoke. It was tricky work. Still, just as Rika said, there sat on the table before her an overly complicated little gingerbread chapel, still half-built. "Did you need any help? After all, that's what I'm here for!" A pause, and she tucked her hair back behind her ear. "Sorry, I guess I haven't made that very obvious so far, have I?"

[trustymikh]

Jason Todd is not Jewish in any canon. Anon is treating a headcanon as fact. Signed, a real actual Jew.

K thank u for clearing this up

[boxofbonesfic]

Hello my bone babies!

 I just hit 5k, and I’m feeling like a celebration is in order. Since I already have my Spooktacular Smutfest going on, naturally I thought “why not another challenge?” Autumn/Winter is my favorite time of year, that’s when you stay in, watch movies, get cozy, snuggle up with friends and family. There are so many seasonal things I love about this time, so I thought maybe you all might want to share in that joy with me!

Let’s get into it! (Yuh)

🍁Rules🍁

You may either write a fic for this challenge yourself, or you may request one from me, using the theme and character wheels!

I have listed below several themes to choose from that I feel are “central” to the season. You must pick one, and run with it! Same for the character wheel! Your theme must be apparent in your work!

Your entry must be able to be read as a stand alone piece, and I would prefer if it was written specifically for this challenge. 

There is a hard 2.5k word limit! Less is fine, but let’s not go over! If your fic exceeds 250 words, put it beneath a cut!

This challenge is open to almost all categories, fluff, smut, dark, soft!dark, AU, etc! But your fic must be tagged and warned appropriately, and I will not reblog it if it isn’t!

BECAUSE OF THE NATURE OF MY BLOG, AND THE MAJORITY OF CONTENT FOUND THEREIN, THIS CHALLENGE IS 18+ ONLY. MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT! Your story does not have to include smut, but my 18+ rule still applies regardless. 

NO: Bestiality, toilet play, snuff, or necrophilia, though Monsterfucking is actively encouraged 😉 

This challenge will run until January 1st, 2022! Please tag your submissions as “bonetastic bombastic 5K”, and also tag me in them so that I can see them! I do, however, reserve the right not to reblog any work I find offensive or that does not follow the rules. 

🍁Themes🍁

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Fireplace

Snowed in

Baby it’s cold outside

Meet the parents

Happy Holidays (Thanksgiving, Xmas, Hannukah, Kwanzaa, New Years, ETC!)

Hot cocoa

Apple picking

Cuffing season

His sweater

Snowball fight

Winter getaway

Getting sick

Warm me up

Baby, maybe?

 🍁Characters🍁

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Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Jake Jensen

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

Eddie Brock

Peter Parker

Thor Odinson

Clark Kent

Sam Wilson

Lee Bodecker

Arvin Russel

Curtis Everett

🍁Quote Prompts🍁

“Well, you know. Tis the season.”

“I didn’t get you anything—” “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re enough.”

“I thought you wanted to go somewhere for the holidays!” “Yeah! Somewhere! I didn’t think that would be here!”

“It’s beautiful.” “Yeah, you are. I mean, it is! I mean—shit.” 

“I never actually… made a snowman before.” “I mean, for your first try it’s adequate.” “Hey!” “I mean, he’s perfect, babe! Frosty himself would be jealous!”

“It won’t be so bad!” “Your parents hate me.” “They don’t hate you! They just… don’t… like you very much.” 

“Are you telling me we’re stranded?” “I’m telling you the snow is higher than the goddamn door!”

“Maybe we should share the blanket. You know, for warmth.”

“Already got my present right here. Stay still, doll, gotta unwrap it.” 

“So what you’re telling me is you’re not interested in wearing matching sweaters?”

 “I don’t know that you’ll get any presents with that filthy mouth.”

“I can’t sleep without you. It’s too cold.” 

“What? Nonsense. It’s the perfect time for scary stories.” 

“My hands are cold.” “Then you should let me hold them.”

“Tell me you didn’t.” “Didn’t… what?” “Didn’t get baked in my parents backyard and then eat all of the dessert for this evening.” “That… depends.” “On what?” “Whether you want me to lie or not.” 

“Mom, this is my [significant other].” “Oh no. What happened to the doctor?”

“You have to help me get revenge!” “Revenge? [insert character name here], he’s seven and he hit you with a snowball.” “He knew what he was doing!” 

“This is… a pregnancy test. And it’s… positive?” “Merry Christmas?” 

“We’re under the mistletoe, and you know what that means…” “You’re holding it!” “It still counts!”

[dynyamight]

omgomg 11 for bkdk!!!!!

send me a writting ask

11. Both of you wore the same ugly Christmas sweater to a party

“I absolutely love it!” Ashido squeals in delight.

“I fucking hate it.” Bakugou growls, jaw clenched.

While Sero and Kaminari are hollering and wheezing on the floor, Kirishima gives a soft, supportive smile. “Look at you.” He says easily, “Now, you’re an actual star, Bakugou”

When he said he’s the fucking the star of their group, Bakugou did not mean it literally.

With arms spread awkwardly, Bakugou stood in the living room in the most gaudy green, Christmas sweater, fuzzy all over. There were faux garlands going across around his torso and arms, with red and yellow bells jingling from them. The muscles in his chest and arms that he once was so proud of, terribly helped to widen the entire tree look.

And, right on top of his head, Bakugou has his wildly blonde hair, tousled, spiked, and gelled by Ashido’s hands. It created to give an illusion that his own damn head, was the fucking star.

“I’m not going.” Bakugou relents firmly.

“No, no!” Ashido whines, hugging him around his back. “Please! You will totally win the ugly sweater contest at the party. And, you know we need that prize money!”

“You mean, you need that prize money, to help pay rent.” Kirishima deadpans.

Ashido pouts in his direction. “Me. We. Same thing.”

Sero heaves a tired laugh, wiping tears off his cheeks. “God, the way he’s just T-posing, without realizing.”

Bakugou raises a brow. “The hell does that mean?”

Kaminari cackles, still rolling on the carpet. “Nevermind that!” He barely voices between laughs, “His hair! His fucking hair!”

“Don’t mind those two.” Kirishima reassures Bakugou. He places a comforting hand onto his tense shoulders. “We’re all looking ridiculous.”

Which, true. Bakugou scans over his group of extras, finally taking in their dumbass outfits.

Kirishima was a red brick chimney, with Santa’s ass sticking out in front. Ashido had an oversized sweater, stating in bold letters, “FEEL THE JOY”, and silhouettes of hands on each boob. Sero wore Santa with obviously red eyes, hitting a blunt, and the words “GET LIT” in this nice cursive. And, Kaminari had red solo cups stuck to his sweater, a walking beer pong table, for fuck’s sake.

“We’re the absolute worst.” Bakugou snorts.

“I swear, if no one goes all out like us, I will feel personally attacked.” Ashido sighs, letting go of Bakugou. Instead, she looks over her phone. “I texted Jirou to remind her and her girlfriend to go big, or go home.”

Sero sputters in another fit of laughs. “M-Momo in an ugly Christmas sweater! N-No way!”

Kaminari snickers right alongside him. “Momo doesn’t even wear anything ugly to begin with!”

“Well, there’s a first for everything, tonight!” Kirishima laughs, shaking his head. “If Bakugou’s going out as a damn stumpy Christmas tree, so can she.”

“I’m fucking stumpy?” Bakugou asks. That’s not-

“Okay, chop, chop!” Ashido claps to the group in the apartment, speed walking in her knee high boots to the door. “To the party, we go, everyone!”

On the cramped car ride, Bakugou tunes out the atrocious caroling of his friends, blasting Kaminari’s Christmas classics playlist. There’s a long night awaiting him, and he’s borderline doubting he can survive.

He usually doesn’t go to these late night, drunken parties. That’s more of, well, everyone else’s thing.

Bakugou would prefer to spend Christmas Eve by his quiet self, avoiding anything Christmas related, in fact. Just a day off work, cooking a nice, warm meal and watching his favorite horror movies under a heated kotatsu.

Alas, his friends begged him to attend this ridiculous Christmas party, instead, hosted by the damn, annoying Aoyama, of all people. Though, he is surprised the guy had the gall to extend an invite his way.

And, yeah, maybe he hasn't gone out in awhile, and actually was willing to show up.

So, here he is. Bakugou Katsuki, readying himself in a small ass car to get egg-nogged-wasted for the Christmas cheer, or whatever they say.

Besides, Kirishima offered to give a ride back home, if two hours into the party he still wasn’t feeling it. That’s his best friend, for fucking sure.

After passing the gates, the car rolled through the private community and pulled up to Aoyama’s residency, shortly after. There wasn’t any parking in front of the house, heavily decorated with lights, inflatables, and a fucking snow machine.

“We need a group photo with that!” Kaminari exclaims in the backseat, face smushing the window. From the passenger seat, Ashido agrees excitedly.

So, Kirishima had to move up a few houses down, in order to find an available spot for his car. The walk was a bit bothersome, the nipping cold, winter air bites at everyone’s faces and noses. But then, Sero yells for a race down to the front doors, undoubtedly to help the group warm up.

Bakugou won’t lie, he totally ran out of breath to those damn doors.

They all waited patiently for Ashido, last and stumbling in her heels hurriedly. It takes Kirishima walking back, and ushering her with his arm, so she can rush over safely.

“Gross, they’re actually cute together.” Kaminari sticks his tongue. Sero and Bakugou roll their eyes.

When Aoyama greets them, he blasts the whole group with a confetti popper. “Merry Christmas! Happy Hannakuh! Happy Kwanzaa! Happy Holidays!” He sings aloud. He shakes his whole body, ringing the bunches of bells that are all over him.

Bakugou feels a headache forming.

“It’s Christmas Eve.” Sero corrects, right beside him.

“Ah, well, tonight, it’s all the holidays combined!” Aoyama laughs, “Now, get inside! The heater’s blasted on, of course.”

And, hell, at least the damn heater’s nice.

Bakugou eyes all over the entrance way, pictures of Aoyama and his family plastered over the walls, with large garlands hanging between them.

The loud commotion of the party echoes from the living room, to his left.

“Here, we brought some drinks!” Ashido gingerly proclaims, with both her and Kaminari handing over the bottles of whiskey to Aoyama. “The essentials, duh!”

“Please! You even got my favorite brand!” Aoyama gasps.

Kirishima coughs over Bakugou's ears. “Yeah, that shit was expensive.” He whispers.

“It ain’t even that good.” Bakugou hisses back.

They both smirk at each other, before letting out airy laughs.

Bakugou lets the rest of his group go in front of him, before stepping over to the living room. Seated and standing throughout, different, unfamiliar faces were gathered together. Groups had already formed; a dancing and twirling circle, a card game circle, a conversation only circle, a drinking circle, and even a circle surrounding the tall Christmas tree at the corner of the room.

It doesn’t take long for the group to split.

Aoyama pulls Ashido towards the rest of the girls, huddled around the fireplace, sipping on hot mugs of chocolate. Kaminari hurries to his tired eyed, purple friend, Sero jogs towards Sato and Tokoyami, and Kirishima is surprised (read: jumped) by Testutetsu and his friends.

Which left Bakugou still standing by the entrance.

He slowly trudges his way around the living room, eavesdropping on the different conversations, in order to see if that’s the circle he wants to join.

But, even after overhearing and eying at the last circle, Bakugou decides he doesn’t want to join any.

Kirishima better uphold his damn promise. Cause, this shit is boring as hell.

He doesn’t know what compels him to do it, but Bakugou decides to grab a drink off the long table of assorted drinks and finger food, and simply sit on one of the couches. Oddly enough, no one was seated over to where he was looking.

Taking a red solo cup of who knows what, Bakugou starts walking around the crowd, and hurries to the open couch.

And, just his luck, he bumps into someone right as he tries to sit down.

Luckily, neither his drink, nor the other person’s, spill. But, as Bakugou looks over to his right, ready to offer a curt apology, he halts.

Staring back at him, was a damn idiot, in the same ugly Christmas sweater as him. And, on top of his head, he wore a springy star, jumping in the air.

“O-Oh, sorry.” The freckled stranger voices, woobly smiling. “But, I think one of us has to change.”

“You need to change.” Bakugou states firmly, settling down close to the armrest of the couch.

The grinning guy seats himself next to him, thighs pressing together. “Well, I arrived here first. So,” He shrugs teasingly, “If anyone’s changing, it’s you.”

Bakugou huffs, taking a sip of the beverage in his hand and trying to avoid any further conversation.

And, instantly, he almost spits that shit out.

“What the hell?!” He blurts. The sweet, sugary flavor of the obvious vodka-mix coats all over his mouth.

“Yeah, I took a sip, and that drink is a little too sweet for me, too.” The stranger chuckles, shaking his head.

“Who fucking brought this?”

Bakugou hears the stranger hum. “If I had to guess, it was probably that Ashido I spoke with a while ago.”

“Hell nah.” Bakugou defends quickly. “We came together. I would know.”

“Really?” The stranger’s face lights up, in recognition. “Wait, are you perhaps her boyfriend?” He asks excitedly. “She did say he's the most attractive person in the room.”

Bakugou snorts. “Hell nah. I would never.” He throws a nonchalant toss of his head over Kirishima's direction, where he was talking to a group of other guys. “Her ‘attractive’ boyfriend would be Shitty Hair, over there.”

“Sorry, sorry!” Bakugou notices he fumbles with his own red solo cup, in between his scarred hands. “I— There’s just so many people here, I only know a few.”

“I don’t know anyone else, other than my close four.” Bakugou clicks his tongue, “Fuck, I guess close five. Jirou and I are cool.”

“Well, you definitely know more than me.” The guy chuckles, “I just know Aoyama and Ochako.”

“The hell? Then, why did you show up?”

“Designated driver.”

“..Fucking lame.”

The guy laughs out loud, and Bakugou enjoys the genuine mirth that slips through his lips. “I really was hoping my luck would help me meet people! But, uh, I guess it’s been a freaking lame night.”

Begrudgingly, not wanting to get up and grab a different drink, Bakugou willingly swallows down a gulp of Pepto Bismol. He lets out a quick cough. “Well, you met me.”

“..That is true.” He smiles back. “Pretty good luck I have, huh?”

“Bad luck.” Bakugou huffs, “It’s bad luck.”

“Oh really? Then,” The guy points at Bakugou. “Is your name Kyuu?”

Bakugou rolls his eyes, but is unable to hold back his laugh. “I’m not literal bad luck, dumbass.”

“Then you’re not so bad! I bet your name isn’t even that bad, either. Nothing is as bad as-”

“Bakugou.”

“Hm?”

Taking another sip, Bakugou looks back at those evergreen eyes. “My name.”

Those freckles scattered over his cheeks are covered by the red flush that slowly floods him. “Ah, m-my name’s Midoriya. Hi.”

“Hey.” Bakugou lifts his cup up. “Happy Holidays, or whatever.”

Midoriya smiles softly, before clinking his cup together with Bakugou’s. “Happy Holidays, or whatever. From one ugly Christmas tree to another.”

“Which, you seriously need to fucking change.” Bakugou reminds in fein resolve.

With a small push on his shoulders, Midoriya giggles, raising a quip brow. “Don’t start demanding, when your hair’s looking like that.”

"The fuck's wrong with my hair?"

"Everything."

Bakugou barks a laugh. "You got some fucking nerve. With your stupid dangly star."

"Perhaps, you could say our stars aligned, tonight." Midoriya shakes his head, blushing once more. He looks away. "Ah, sorry. That sounded way cooler in my head. Forget I said that."

Fuck. Fucking shit.

Bakugou blames it all on the Christmas energy, contagious and destroying him from the inside.

He blames the damn Mariah Carey that’s uplifting his own damn stubborn spirits.

He blames the smell of Gingerbread and Cinnamon, wafting in the air, and the toasty, cozy heat that wraps around him, snug.

Because, now his heart’s melting, over this damn idiot in the same ugly Christmas sweater as him.

[mdccanon]

For everyone still talking about St Paddy's Day and they insist that they just wished Mainstream America spent money in black-owned business celebrating like they do for their holidays, let's take some lessons from those holidays and apply them for maximum Black success!

We have 40 days -- that's 11% of the calendar -- designated as Black American holiday time. Let's make that money!

Every profitable American holiday has:

1) About 6-8 cheap, disposable, plastic and paper trinkets and decor for people to wear or keep. Although Mardi Gras and St Patty's Day have a lot of great examples, the real leader for this would be a Chinese gift shop. So many tacky things for suburban women to buy as keepsakes for that one time they remembered the Chinese New Year before it passed!

2) An official alcohol, preferably for each holiday, like how we have eggnog for Christmas, champagne for New Years, and wines for Thanksgiving, and tequila for Halloween -- I googled it, lol -- but let's start with the easiest comparison: if Guinness is the preferred beer for celebrating a Catholic priest, what hard liquor best represents Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr?

3) Tacky clothes, preferably bastardized, stereotypical costume. The same red coat for Santa, and now even Grandma's ugly sweater has been commericalized, the same Leprechaun suit for Paddy's, the same Dracula, witch, and sheet ghost for Halloween. You get the idea. But we're really going to have to tell all of those sensitive liberals to calm down on that whole cultural appropriation thing, because we're not going to be able to sell nearly as many Harriet Tubman and Frederick Douglass themed costumes otherwise.

4) Sickeningly wholesome music that can be played on loop for days leading up to the main events, until every retail worker in America wants to scratch off their ears. We need bangers at the same level as "Proud to be an American", "All I Want for Christmas is You", "Feliz Navidad", " Still I Rise", " The Monster Mash", and "Auld Lang Syne" and we need them yesterday!

I too want Black businesses to cash in on the holiday craze, but ladies and fellas, we've got to do the heavy lifting to make this possible. We can't just expect White folks to make stereotypes FOR us. If we work together, I'm sure we can sterilize Black History Month, Kwanzaa, MLK Day, Rosa Parks Day, and Juneteenth of all that cultural, spiritual, and historical significance and package it down into an easily digestible, cartoonish costume that can be sold online and in bulk so corporate offices and parade planners can decorate on a tight budget.

And I know that you think that I'm being sarcastic, but honestly, let's just take a look at the Chinese and Jewish communities to see how it's done. Since nobody really cares to understand the cultures of either of those communities because it would damage the fragile self-importance of their Christian perspectives, they have had the privilege of being able to sell a simplistic red-and-gold and blue-and-white version of their cultures for a CENTURY... which has not only helped them raise a lot of cash for other endeavors, but after they are done giving Mainstream America a theme park tour of their cultures, they're able to simply celebrate the realistic and authentic version in the privacy of their homes. And they aren't the only ones! Do you think Norway, Denmark, and Sweden care that comic books made their pagan gods into superheroes? No way! They've been prepackaging every Viking and Thor related piece of content that they've made in the last 20 years and shipping it over here so they can collect that sweet, sweet cash with very little marketing needed. The entire Japanese economy is held together by the budget of the average American anime fan.

Don't you want that for us?

[angst-fairygodmother]

Tinsel: First Christmas (A Light Fingers Christmas Special pt 1/2)

Y/N and Diego spend their first holiday as a married couple. And maybe a few siblings drop in along the way. A/N: AKA an excuse for me to write cute domestic fluff for them.  Word Count: 1756 Cross-posted to AO3: here

You leaned in, draping yourself over the back of the couch to wrap your arms around Diego’s shoulders and plant a kiss on his cheek. He smiled, turning to you and kissing you properly, until you pulled away, knowing him and his propensity for pulling you down into his lap and too busy for what that would lead to.

“I was thinking,” you said, eyes dancing. “That since this is our first year together and we’re all, ya know, married,” you dropped your voice so it was low and teasing and grinned as you said the word, “that we should do something for Christmas. Assuming you celebrate Christmas. Oh god, I married you and I don’t even know your religious beliefs or stance on denominational holidays…”

He reached up, gently removing one arm from around him so that he could lace his fingers through yours and kiss the inside of your wrist. The gesture had an instant calming effect, and you sighed, smiling softly at him.

“Dad was never one for holidays or any of that. But I can celebrate Christmas if you want,” he said, smiling back.

“I don’t want to force it on you. We could do Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa, or we don’t have to celebrate if--”

“Christmas sounds nice, baby. What do you want to do for it?”

“Well...we could decorate, maybe get a little tree for the corner. Exchange presents obviously. Have some people over for dinner?”

Diego waited expectantly, knowing that if he gave you a moment, you would continue to explain without prompt. 

“I was thinking Patch, and Daniel obviously. And he’ll bring Amelia. And if you wanted we could try and reach out to your siblings?” You scrunched up your nose and gave him a half-hopeful, half-nervous questioning look.

“None of them will come,” he replied sourly, annoyed at them for risking ruining your excitement even though they hadn’t actually done anything.

“It still couldn’t hurt to offer right? If we can even get a hold of them? Christmas should be about family and hope and goodness. It might be the start of a new beginning?”

He sighed. “I don’t know about all of them, but…” he looked into your shining eyes, trying not to get distracted and dazzled by how his heart fluttered when you looked at him like that, “we can try.”

“Yay!” you cheered, swiftly giving him another kiss on the cheek before straightening up with a bounce, immediately shifting into planning mode. 

~

Eventually you had decided on having the party the weekend before Christmas, hoping that everyone would have the time off and no other plans. Now, the night in question had finally come, and you felt your stomach twist in nervous knots. What if no one came? What if it all went horribly wrong? This might well be Diego’s first real Christmas, and you was terrified to ruin it. 

Tracking down Diego’s siblings had been difficult to say the least. Allison was on the other side of the country but apologized, somewhat insincerely, for not being able to attend. Vanya had said she’d think about it, but that it might be awkward considering where she stood with the rest of them. Luther had huffed that their mother wasn’t available and hung up when you identified yourself as a friend of Diego’s, not even giving you a chance to extend the invitation, and then no one at the Umbrella Academy would answer after that. Klaus was a leaf on the wind, and though you had put feelers out through your connections, there was no definite answer to be had as to his location or possible interest. 

Finding a place to host had been another challenge, since there was no way your apartment was big enough for even the reduced guestlist to be comfortable. It had taken a lot of cajoling and pleading, a few bribes (with both cash and an invitation), and a promise to never ask him for anything again, but eventually you convinced Al to let you hold dinner at The Fighting Lion. Which was a perfect space, but required more planning to get the food and decorations there. 

But you had done everything you could, and decorated your home on top of that. And now it was time to see if it paid off. 

“Relax,” Diego said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to your temple. “It looks perfect.” 

You looked around at the twinkling rainbow lights and the strings of blue and silver garland, the fake tree you had set up in the center of the ring, and the red crepe-paper covered table and smiled. 

“I did do a good job didn’t I?” you asked, snuggling into his side. The motion was enough to press the little button that caused his sweater to light up and start playing music.

“I can’t believe you actually bought and willingly wore this monstrosity,” you laughed, wincing at the very tinny instrumental cover of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer in your ear.

“Isn’t a tacky sweater part of the whole experience?” he answered with a smirk. 

You shook your head, jingle bell earrings mixing with your laughter in one of the most beautiful symphonies Diego had ever heard. 

“Sure, but there’s tacky and then there’s that.” You stretched up to kiss his cheek. “It’s cute.”

A low whistle from near the door made them jump, both of them tensing before they realized it was just the surly gym owner. 

“I’m almost impressed. Wouldn’t have recognized my own place,” he quipped.

One by one, you greeted your guests, first your brother and future sister-in-law and then Patch, as they arrived. Diego hung back, feeling suddenly uncomfortable, though Patch wouldn’t let him get away without a hug and Daniel shook his hand, firm but not unfriendly. He felt like he had no idea what to do at a Christmas party, and was overwhelmed by the strange need to draw you back to his side as if he could hide himself in you.

“I think that’s everyone, so we can get dinner started,” you announced once folks had settled in. “Diego, you wanna help me get the food?”

“Oh no, Y/N, let me,” Amelia said, standing up with a smile. “They were just about to start up a conversation on workout routines.”

“Well, I wouldn't want to interrupt that,” you laughed. “Sure, Amelia, that’d be great.”

Once the food was laid out, practically a feast for an army your brother teased, everyone gathered around and the conversation and laughter flowed like wine. You were pleasantly surprised to find Daniel and Diego getting along swimmingly and felt yourself relax, looking around at this strange little family the two of you had built. 

~

Suddenly, as dinner was winding down but you had judged it wasn’t quite time for pie, the doors of the gym burst open, a chill wind whistling through. Patch tensed, hand instinctively going to her waist even though she was off-duty and unarmed. Diego slid a knife out of some holster you had managed to miss (because of course he couldn’t even come to a party without at least one knife). Daniel and Amelia looked at each other nervously. Al, several cups of eggnog in, didn't seem to notice the disturbance. 

“I’ve got this,” you murmured, resting your hand over Diego’s briefly before standing and circling the ring. “I’m sure it’s nothing…”

You frowned in confusion at the sight that greeted you. Standing in the doorway was a tall, dark-haired man, totally out of place and fidgeting uncomfortably. He was dressed in clothing that seemed highly inappropriate for the weather or season: a black sheer top, leather pants that laced up the leg, and a scarf clearly more intended for fashion (though at least it was a festive green with threads of silver glitter she supposed) than warmth. Only his long, fur-lined overcoat gave the impression he was even aware it was wintertime and that the temperature hadn’t been above freezing in days.

“Hello?” you asked, frowning in confusion at the strange man. “Can I help you?”

“Hello,” he sing-songed with a wave of a hand that also said the word. 

You squirmed slightly, feeling deeply uncomfortable under his shrewd gaze, clearly sizing you up. Then, with speed and strength far greater than should have been possible for his size and the restrictive nature of his clothing, he had crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you from the ground in...a hug? Involuntarily you shrieked in surprise, and footsteps echoed behind as everyone at the party came running. 

“Klaus?!” Diego shouted angrily.

“Oh,” you breathed, suddenly understanding who this strange man was and feeling overwhelmed with joy. Somehow, the message had gotten to him, and he’d showed up. A true Christmas miracle. “It’s very nice to meet you, but would you mind...putting me down?”

Gently, Diego’s brother set you back on your feet, brushing the wrinkles out of your sleeves before you did the same to your skirt. Everyone else in the room relaxed, except your husband who was still glaring. 

“You missed dinner, but I think there’s some left, and we were about to have pie,” you offered awkwardly, guiding the suddenly much more uncomfortable party back to the table. 

“I love pie!” Klaus said excitedly, still looking at you like something amused him.

“What are you staring at?” Diego snapped at him.

“Nothing, bro,” Klaus drawled, shooting him a dirty look right back. “She’s just not what I expected. Although hearing my beloved brother had a wife at all...”

“It wasn’t exactly a phone call I expected from my baby sister either,” Daniel chimed in with a chuckle. 

“Was I the only one that saw it coming?” Patch asked, laughing at your shocked and mildly horrified expression. 

Introductions were made and the conversation resumed, with Klaus as a fascinating new addition, chiming in almost at random with a story for any topic. Somehow, by the time you had finished slicing the pie, he had charmed Daniel enough that he’d offered the other man a business card and said to call the next time he got arrested. 

You passed around the little plates of dessert and moved back to your chair, but Diego reached out, catching you by the waist and pulling you into his lap instead. You laughed, happily settling in there.

“This was pretty great,” he mumbled into your neck between bites. “Thank you for a perfect first Christmas, Y/N.”

[infinitevariety]

May Your Days Be Merry

(Now complete!)

Having never been able to celebrate previously, Aziraphale and Crowley decide to embrace the festive season and make the most of their first December together since the world didn’t end.

Chapter Twenty Four: Merry Christmas (AO3)

Crowley and Aziraphale spend a relaxing Christmas eve together, but the celebrations aren’t over yet.

Crowley doesn’t think he has ever been more comfortable and content. The sofa cushions at his back are firm and soft. The blanket over him is warm and cosy. The crackling of the fire playing on TV is peaceful and soothing. The gentle lilting Christmas music from the radio is festive and cheerful.

Best of all, though, is the being beside him, tucked into the crook of his arm, snuggling close. Crowley sighs in contentment before leaning his head to the side and laying a gentle kiss to Aziraphale’s hair. In response, Aziraphale hums and snuggles even closer.

“This is perfect.” Crowley hadn’t meant to speak, but his words are true.

Aziraphale lifts his head from Crowley’s shoulder to smile up at him. “It certainly can’t get any better.”

“Wait, it can!” Crowley nudges Aziraphale, but he doesn’t seem to want to move. “I got us each a Christmas eve gift.”

“You bought yourself a gift?” asks Aziraphale.

Crowley grins. “Sort of. Come on, let me up.”

“I don’t think it works like that.” But Aziraphale does move to let Crowley up from the sofa.

It only takes Crowley a minute to nip down to the shop floor, locate the bags he brought with him, and dash back upstairs to Aziraphale’s flat.

“Here,” says Crowley, depositing one of the bags onto Aziraphale’s lap. “Merry Christmas, angel.”

Carefully, Aziraphale opens the bag and pulls out the gift. He shakes out the material it to reveal a mostly red jumper, with the image of a green bow and ribbon.

“A Christmas jumper?” Aziraphale asks, an undercurrent of excitement in his words.

“Yep.” Crowley motions to the jumper with both hands. “Put it on!”

Aziraphale shrugs of his cardigan and his sleeveless sweater before slipping the jumper over his head. He looks down at himself, then back up at Crowley, grinning.

“I’m a present,” he says.

“You’re a gift to humanity, angel, I only thought it was fitting.”

“I love it, Crowley, thank you! What’s yours? Are you a present too?” Aziraphale giggles. “Should we snuggle under the tree together?”

“Ah, no. Not a present. I went in a different direction for mine.” Crowley pulls out his light grey jumper and slips it straight on over his black long sleeved t-shirt.

Aziraphale seems to scrutinise the rough, red capital letters on the front for a moment before reading it out loud. “Now I have a machine gun, ho ho ho. Where have a heard that before?” His brow furrows as he thinks. It only takes him a moment. “Oh! That film! Rocking Around the Nakatomi Tower?”

Crowley laughs. “Yes, that’s definitely what we’re calling Die Hard now.”

“Shall we watch another Christmas film?” suggests Aziraphale. “We don’t have much time left to get them in.”

“You know you can watch Christmas films any time of the year, right?” Crowley drops back down onto the sofa beside Aziraphale and throws his half of the blanket over his knees. “They’re not only available in December.”

“Yes, but it’s not the same, my dear.”

“Okay,” Crowley is happy to indulge Aziraphale. “What do you want to watch?”

“Nothing like that terrible Trolls film you subjected me to yesterday.”

Crowley bites his bottom lip in an attempt not to laugh.

“No, I would like to watch Hogfather. It’s a delightful book by Terry Pratchett that was adapted for television, and the children were telling me other day how much they enjoyed the film. So.” Aziraphale firmly pat his knees with both hands, as though it’s all settled. “I would like to watch Hogfather.”

It is settled. They watch Hogfather. And it is good. The Them know their Christmas films, apparently.

As they lay snuggled on the sofa after the film finishes, Crowley begins musing out loud.

“As much as I’ve enjoyed Christmas, and the whole holiday season, I’ll be glad once it’s over,” he says as he stares at the ceiling.

“Really?” Aziraphale sounds sorrowful.

“It’s been a lot of work, angel. The gifts, the wrapping, the decorating, the being nice to people.” Crowley gives an involuntary shudder. “I couldn’t keep it up all year even if I wanted to.”

“Fair point,” admits Aziraphale. “But we’re not finished yet, my dear.”

“Well, yeah, there’s still the big day tomorrow. Opening gifts, full Christmas dinner, Queen’s speech, afternoon nap.”

“And then Kwanzaa beings on the 26th. I know it’s a cultural holiday and not a religious one, but it’s the holiday season, not the religious season. And of course there is new year’s eve, we must celebrate that—another year together! And then I was wondering if you’d be interested in taking part in Dry January?”

Crowley groans and pulls the blanket up over his head.

[12daysofficmas]

Some Winter Fic Prompts

If you are still in need of some inspiration for prompts, we’ve got your back.  Here is a list for you to choose from.  These are winter/holiday specific.

Scenarios:

Your OTP’s perfect winter day

Building a snowperson

Baking together 

Ice skating in a private outdoor rink

Ice skating in a public (busy) rink

Shoveling snow 

Shopping for winter coats

Shopping for holiday presents

Lighting the menorah 

Snuggling by the fireplace

Slipping on ice in front of your crush

Snowball fight which leads to flirting

White elephant gift exchange

Lighting the Kwanzaa kinara 

Gift shopping for your best friend

Secret Santa shenanigans

Ugly sweater party

Sharing family traditions

Getting the exact same (odd) order at local coffee shop (meet cute)

Lines:

“You dropped your glove.”

“I love it when it snows!”

“I hate it when it snows!”

“Yes, I’ll pretend to be your date for your family’s holiday.”

“Who wants hot cocoa?”

“I like your holiday sweater.”

“That is the ugliest holiday sweater I’ve ever seen.”

“I couldn’t eat another bite.”

“Don’t tell anyone. The turkey is so dry!”

“I think I made too much soup.”

“I didn’t make enough soup.”

“You were how old when you found out the truth about Santa?”

“Spin the dreidel!”

“What the hell is a piper and why is he piping?”

[riverdale-events]

Happy Holidays, Riverdale fandom! What better way to kick off the season than by playing in all of these Reindeer Games?! Riverdale Reindeer Games - an all ship, all character inclusive event - will run from December 9th - December 31. We have 8 themes (one for each of Santa’s reindeer of course) to satisfy your every holiday or winter themed fandom desire. Don’t forget to tag #riverdaleevents in your first 5 tags!

DASHER: Decorations - Out/Inside, Lights, Mistletoe, Candy Cane Lane, Buying/Decorating Trees, Neighborhood Competitions, Christmas Light Tour, Tinsel and Garland, Making Paper Snowflakes, Special Ornaments, Wreaths, Hanging the Stockings, Arts and Crafts, Preparing the Home, etc 

DANCER: Presents - Shopping, Mall Elves, Mall Santa, Wrapping, Making Cards, Gift Exchanges, Secret Santa, White Elephant, Advent Calendar, etc 

PRANCER: Parties - Ugly Sweater Party, Balls, Galas, Office Party, Christmas Market, Pub Crawl, Pajama Party, Sleepover, Family Christmas Party, etc

VIXEN: Winter - Snowed In, Winter Sports, Snowmen, Blizzards, Ice Skating, Snowball Fight, Fireplace, Ice Storm, Power Outage, Shoveling Snow, Sledding, Snowangels, Making a Fire, Cold and Flu Season, etc 

COMET: Traditions - Elf on the Shelf, Movie Watches, Travel, Photos, Costumes, Unique Festivities, Charity, School Plays, Music, Caroling, etc

CUPID: Magic - Santa/Mrs Claus, Jack Frost, Elves, Time Travel, Krampus, The Christmas Carol, Spirits, The Grinch, North Pole, The Nutcracker, It’s A Wonderful Life, Reindeer, ‘Groundhog Day’ Time Loop, etc

DONNER: Tastes - Candies, Cookies, Dinners, Coffee Shop, Baking Competition, Hot Cocoa, Eggnog, Mulled wine, Gingerbread Houses, Cookies and Milk for Santa, Fruit Cake, Awkward Family Meals, etc

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[daydreaming-jessi]

Broadway Beetlejuice winter holiday headcanons go!!!!!

Lydia and Charles actually celebrate this fun holiday Charles and Emily made about celebrating solstice (both were disillusioned with Christmas by the time they met aha)

Lydia knows about other holidays like Christmas, Three Kings Day, and Kwanzaa from school, but she’s celebrated Winter Solstice all her life.

Their Winter Solstice celebration involves making clothes and food to donate to shelters, spending time together for the whole day, visiting neighbors and friends, making a huge dinner of favorite foods, decorating the house with winter plants (that are cat and worm safe of course) to forget about the world going to sleep outside, and this one thing that Lydia really loves that Emily came up with.

You take the Yule log, a piece of paper, and write down the worst time you had that year on the paper. Then you burn the Yule log with the paper at midnight, basically letting go of your darkest time of the year and embracing the returning light and better times.

The last solstice they all had together, Emily gave Lydia her camera as a gift, saying she didn’t want to wait till Lydia’s birthday. Lydia treasures it greatly.

It’s a little hard, celebrating without Emily, but they have the Maitlands, Beej, Delia, and the critters. They help. They really do.

Delia never really celebrated any holidays, you need to have a family to celebrate them. So she’s quite stoked to celebrate anything with her newly acquired family. She’s eager to jump into their celebration, even offering up a few organizations they can take part in.

Beej thinks it’s all a bit cheesy, and prefers to goof around in the snow and make fun of all the late stage capitalism going on during winter. But he still helps, cause Lydia is really excited to share this thing with him, and Delia and Charles wants them all to celebrate the holidays, and he’s a softie for this family of breathers ok?? Get off his dick!

Adam and Barb both celebrate Christmas. This will be their first year celebrating it as ghosts. They aren’t sure how it’s all going to work, but they’ll try, dang it!

They set it up in the attic, not wanting to intrude on the Deetz, but the family downstairs help them set up the attic. Lydia is a little excited, as she wonders how one exactly goes about Christmas. Barb and Adam do love the little Solstice holiday Lydia and Charles have, the both of them helping to make food and clothes as well. It’s a time of sharing that everyone loves, even Charles, despite his long disenchantment with the holiday. Beej never admits how much fun he’s having at all because admitting it means someone can take it away

Of course there are a few cat related disasters with the Christmas stuff, some ornaments were broken, a wreath chewed up, a Christmas tree may have been knocked over one time on a Beef that didn’t realize physics before it was too late, and Adam may have screamed one time because Sandy wrapped herself around the tree to nap and scared him. Typical things, really. Some disasters may have been caused by Beej, it’s still up for debate.

Adam and Barb make gifts for everyone, hand knit gifts and carvings, and the Deetz give them gifts too. It’s basically how the model town starts, Charles knows a guy that makes mini models, so he and Delia ask and a lil model of the house is made and given to the Maitlands. They love it so much and are tickled by the idea of making a model of their neighborhood, since they can’t go out as much anymore. Lydia made a scrapbook of the year they all had together, and the most shocking thing of all was Beej’s gift. He took them for a night out in town, keeping them safe from sand worms and let’s them see the town Christmas tree and all the lights. It’s better than when they were alive. Beej is very embarrassed when they thank him and give him a big soft sweater with sand worms all over it, muttering, shrugging, and hiding his blush and tears before going to hide in Lydia’s room bug Lydia.

One time Beej hangs mistletoe all over the attic. He didn’t expect anything of it, just a good laugh at their indignant spluttering, so of course he nearly passed out when Barb and Adam kissed his cheeks.

Lydia notices that Beej is a lil... withdrawn during all the festivities. After badgering him about it, she finally learns that he wants to celebrate Hanukkah. The only memory he has of his dad is when he was a kid, eating a latke watching the glow of the hannukiyah as his father recited the blessings. He’d try to celebrate it before, but Juno did NOT like doing any holidays. It’s been a long time since he’d been able to do... anything, and he’s afraid to try still.

Everyone is determined to give him the celebration he deserves. Lydia pesters him for details to add to the house, Adam and Barb are able to help because they had a few Jewish friends that invited them to come celebrate, Charles goes and gets Beej a proper menorah set up right in the living room window, out of kitty reach of course, even more sorts of food is made, and Beej pretends he isn’t crying when the house is filled with sights and scents of a better time.

He’s actually never eaten potato latkes before, he celebrated Hanukkah before potatoes were really a big part of any dishes, but these taste REAL good. Goodbye weight goal. Again.

Beej was a little afraid to try and say any of the blessings and psalms, he worried that he’d forgotten everything, that his voice, ruined from years of Juno smoking around him, would make everything sound terrible, but a little research helped him polish his Hebrew, Delia helped psych him up, and he was good to go.

He was so happy to do this again, he felt closer than ever to his absent dad, and to share this with this new family made him feel... complete. Lydia loved learning about other holidays, as did Adam and Barb, and Delia and Charles just liked the energy everyone had. The cats loved the lights.

Of course Beej and Lydia get into a competition over dreidel. Gelts are thrown, accusations of stealing said thrown gelts are had, one dreidel may have been stolen by the cats as a toy, but in the end it’s Adam that earns the most chocolate. Beej says it’s because of his cute face. Adam just smirks and gives Delia the chocolate, as she loves it.

Of course I’m mentioning the cats and sandy hjbgikn

Patches loves to run outside and get snow clumps in his fur. Beef thinks icicles are a very tasty treat. Azazel dislikes the snow, it makes sneaking much harder with his tawny fur showing so much on all the white. Despite all her fur, Circe thinks she is freezing and gets under blankets with folks all the time. Shoggoth despises the snow, not wanting to go outside at all. She does like all the lights, and the Christmas tree in the attic, but it’s not worth the snow.

All the kitties like the cat toys the Maitlands made them, and the cat treats Lydia made them. Circe got a cat sweater. She actually stands it, it’s very warm, and she is. So. Cute! Lydia snaps many pictures.

Sandy spends a lotta time sleeping and being cold. Beej gets her what looks like a big ol useless sock, but he calls it a worm scarf, and she snuggles up nice and warm in it. She’s either at her heating lamp or on someone’s shoulders, there is no in between. She really considers taking a quick vacation back to Saturn, but... the treats the humans are all giving.

They don’t understand holidays, but they love having the humans around to cuddle and play with. And isn’t that really what holidays are about?

Lemme know if I got something wrong, I did a bit of researching on Hanukkah for Beej, as I only ever grew up knowing Christmas and winter solstice, (shocking I know), and would hate it if I messed up.

I actually did this because I thought of how fun it would be if Charles and Lydia actually didn’t celebrate typical holidays and celebrated something like Winter Solstice, and how Delia would join in, and how the Maitlands and Beej would too. I totally see Emily enjoying Pagan holidays and Charles going along and realizing he loves them too. Also I kept seeing people put Beetlejuice into Christmas stuff, but not a lot of Hanukkah stuff so I decided to pitch in and help remind everyone that he is canonically Jewish.

It’s actually cool learning about other holidays, wish I went to schools that were a bit more, you know. Inclusive. And not just... you know. Mormon.

[pocket-clown]

Spending Christmas with Arthur Fleck may include;

// original request: Hello! Thank you for writing my previous request. It was great! Can you please write some Christmas! Arthur headcanons?

thank you for the request, anon! this is actually one I’ve wanted to do for awhile.

I included a bit, towards the end, for those of you that don’t celebrate Christmas (like meeee) so you wouldn’t be excluded!

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Arthur’s always wanted to celebrate Christmas, but he’s never actually been able to. It was a fantasy that he had ever since he was a child, but he’d kinda given up on it awhile ago as it just seemed so far out of reach, given his situation financially and with his mother’s general disinterest in most things like that.

When you’d first told Arthur that you wanted to spend the holidays with him, he was absolutely elated, albeit a bit confused. He didn’t have much money, and he didn’t really know much about the holiday, either - are you sure it was him you wanted to spend your holiday with? 

“Couples always spend Christmas together, silly.” You’d say, with that smile he adored. “Doesn’t matter to me how we spend it, I just know I want to spend it with you.” 

One of his favorite things to do is stop by store windows and look at all of the displays! He absolutely loves to admire the various lights, ornaments, and baubles that adorn the windows of the stores he passes by; their colors and festivity were such a pleasant, bright change compared to how typically dreary and shitty Gotham was. His favorite type of decoration are actually those little village sets - you know, the ones that have little houses and buildings set up to look like happy, snowy little towns. They always look like such nice, happy places to live - which is more than what can be said about Gotham.

Nightly walks around Gotham become the norm around holiday time for the two of you. Though it’s cold out, hand in hand you’ll search for any place that’s open to the public for any sort of holiday event; the lighting of a tree, carolers, light displays, and the like. 

Together, the two of you manage to afford a smaller tree; one of those mini ones that stand about 4ft tall. While it’s not the prettiest thing ever, it’s Arthur’s first tree as well as your first tree together, so it’s more than enough. The majority of its ornaments and decorations come from second hand shops and anything that you may have left over from previous celebrations, but Arthur will dig through the drawers of the apartment in search of any little knick knacks he can put up on it. 

You were joking when you said that the lack of an angel/star to put on the top of the tree meant that Arthur should stick one of his extra clown noses up there, but when you returned home from work one day and saw that he actually did it, you laughed so hard that right then and there the two of you decided that that’s how it was going to be done from then on.

He longs to get you all sorts of nice stuff; he’ll see nice, soft sweaters that remind him of you, that film collection that you’ve been after that just hit the store shelves - and he’ll feel pretty badly that he can’t afford it. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, he’ll practically beg Hoyt to see if there’s any extra gig he can pick up just so he can save up enough money to get you something decent. He wants to make your first Christmas with him special. 

Christmas cookies? Christmas cookies. They come out crumbly and the frosting is a mess, but Arthur’s excitement over actually getting to do something festive completely makes up for it. The two of you make sugar and gingerbread cookies together, and you make an absolute mess with them, but at the end of the night it was time well spent together that he wouldn’t have traded for anything.

During those nights that neither of you can sleep, you’ll stay up late cuddling on the couch, watching those old black and white Christmas films that come on TV at odd hours.  

Arthur asks you a ton of questions about how you used to celebrate Christmas. What did you do? What did your family do? What was your favorite thing to do? Anything and everything that you can tell him, he wants to know - would you want to do any of it with him? 

Though he doesn’t believe in Santa or any of that, that doesn’t stop the two of you from leaving out a plate of cookies that night. Neither of you care about how childish or pointless it may seem; it’s a fun, sweet tradition, and you’re more than happy to get Arthur up to speed on the various ones that he’s missed that accompany this time of year.

This absolute sweetheart wakes you up on Christmas day with breakfast in bed. Arthur isn’t the best cook around, but years of caring for his mother taught him a thing or two. Though it’s nothing fancy, probably just a few pancakes (though he tries to draw a smiley face on the top one with whipped cream) and a bowl of oatmeal, it’s the thought that counts. 

The apartment is always, always filled with holiday music. Despite never having celebrated Christmas before, the ubiquitous music of the time of year was always something he did like. It’s not uncommon for you to return home from work to find the radio that was nestled in the corner on Arthur’s desk in the living room playing some sort of holiday tune, and he’ll hum a song here and there whenever you two are dancing lazily together or doing something as mundane as the dishes.

Insists that he doesn’t need any gifts from you on Christmas - having you in his life is enough. Don’t let this stop you, though! He may honestly tear up a bit when Christmas morning comes and you shyly present him with that joke book he’s been after, or a new pair of gloves, or a new sweater. 

He’ll buy you the nicest thing he could possibly afford with the money that he’s saved up. Even if that means having to go a week without his cigarettes so he has more money to put towards your gift he doesn’t care - he just wants you to be happy and he wants your first Christmas with him to be as perfect as possible.

...For those that don’t celebrate Christmas:

Hanukkah? Kwanzaa? Something completely different, or nothing at all? Regardless of what it is, Arthur just wants to spend time with you. He doesn’t need a holiday to enjoy his time with you - that’s just a small bonus.

If you do celebrate something other than Christmas though, he is more than happy to go along with whatever it is. He’s more unfamiliar with the other holidays than he is Christmas, but he’s open to any and all of the explanations and story telling about whatever holiday it is that you offer. 

He’ll clear a safe area in the apartment for you to place the kinara or hanukkiah so that it goes undisturbed when its lit, and he’d feel so special if you showed him how to light it so he could try it. Including Arthur in the things that are important to you is one of the biggest ways you can show him that you love him, and your offer of “Wanna try lighting it tonight?” never fails to make him smile.

Arthur likes games, so he’d get a kick out of being shown how to play dreidel. Even if you don’t use any sort of gelt or game pieces, just being able to learn something new with you by his side and see you genuinely enjoy yourself with him means the world to him. 

Any sort of gift you give him, handmade or not, is cherished by him. He can’t even begin to believe that you’d spend your own money or take the time out of your day to make something for him, of all people, and the raw disbelief and gratitude in his voice when he thanks you as you hand him whatever it was is unmissable.  

If you don’t celebrate anything, he doesn’t mind. He’ll still want to do something small, but it’s more out of his desire to spend as much time with you as he can, and seeing as it’s the holiday season he feels he has more of an excuse to. 

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Headcanon 10- Christmas!!!

Kaiba brothers traditions:

They make food and take it around to all the neighbors' houses, and the neighbors love it- there's an older couple down the street and they absolutely adore the boys' visits

They go pick out the biggest tree they can find and put it up in the house's foyer, and spend a whole day decorating the house while playing Christmas music

They have a yearly rivalry with the family across the street on who's house is the best decorated- the Kaibas always win when the other neighbors vote (but the results may be skewed sometimes bc the Kaibas are always polite but their rivals are kinda mean)

Roland gets to spend Christmas with the boys, which all of them enjoy, because Roland has no family of his own but the brothers might as well be his family since he's always taking care of them

Roland always makes desserts for them and lets them help decorate the cakes and pies. Seto is more minimalistic while Mokuba is wild and colorful

The three of them tell funny stories while they work on the desserts and end up laughing so hard they have to stop or risk messing up

Seto and Mokuba always try to give each other heartfelt gifts, and they do the same for Roland. Last year, they gave him a "World's Best Dad" mug and a bottle of champagne since they know how hard to deal with they can be (Roland still doesn't know how a 17 year old got his hands on champagne)

Roland nearly cried when he unwrapped the mug- because even though the gift wasn't valuable itself, the implications of it were powerful

He uses it to this day

The brothers like to have extreme snowball fights, and even roped Roland into it a few times

They make breakfast together, and help Roland cook the Christmas dinner

The Mutos:

Yugi and Solomon get an adequately sized tree and decorate it together

They but each other one gift that has a lot of meaning or is something that the other really wanted

They sing Christmas songs together and visit the neighbors

Yugi ends up putting the tree up because Solomon's back isn't what it used to be, but they both help to decorate it

They watch Hallmark Christmas movies all week, and laugh and cry depending on what happens in them

Joey and Serenity:

They spend the holidays at their mom's place, and their favorite thing to do together is decorate cookies

Tea:

She spends time with her parents and they stay in the whole time, talking about current events and such

Tristan:

He doesn't really celebrate as much as the others, but he does take the day off to relax and take time for himself

The Ishtars:

They don't celebrate Christmas, but rather Kwanzaa, so they follow all the traditions of that holiday instead

Ryou:

He celebrates Christmas with his aunt

They don't really decorate the house because they'd just have to take it all down soon, but they do host an ugly sweater party each year in their neighborhood

Present day:

Atem is delighted with the idea of Christmas

He celebrates Kwanzaa as well, but the "Christmas magic" is too enticing to not do that as well

So he's living with the Kaibas by his first Christmas, and he persuades Seto to invite everyone else over to his house this year

Seto reluctantly agrees- he does have the space for it, and how bad could it be, really?

So Christmas Eve, everyone and their parents arrive at the Kaiba household bearing presents for the tree and food for the table

Seto and Atem and Mokuba all greet the guests and direct them on their rooms to stay in, and once everyone is settled, they reconvene back in the (luckily large enough) living room

Atem goes into a speech about how this is his first Christmas and that he's so thankful that everyone could be here for it to make it even more special

He asks Seto if he has any comments, but Seto shakes his head "Nope. You've got it." Everyone laughs because Seto usually likes to make speeches but apparently not now

They eat dinner and stay up late into the night telling stories and making jokes, then around midnight they all go to bed

Atem can barely sleep from how excited he is, and Seto has to stop himself from laughing at Atem's childlike behavior

Christmas morning rolls around and Mokuba is the first one up

He runs through the halls screaming for everyone to wake up- at 8 in the morning

Everyone begrudgingly rolls out of bed and makes their way downstairs to a breakfast fully prepared by Roland, who was up even earlier

They eat and talk then gather around the tree and take turns opening presents

Once that's over, they keep a conversation rolling for a while until a few families decide it's time to take their leave

The group dwindles bit by bit until its just the Kaibas and the Mutos

They talk for a bit longer and then Yugi and Solomon decide to leave as well, wishing the others a "Merry rest-of-your-Christmas!"

Atem is still as happy as the day before but the exhaustion is starting to catch up to him and he collapses on the couch with a sigh

Seto falls in on one side of him, Mokuba on the other, and they sit there in silence for a few minutes

"Well how was it?" Seto asks Atem

Atem cuddles up to Seto's side and says, "Better than I imagined. Thank you"

Seto kisses his head and the three fall asleep like that on the couch

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Holiday Headache

A/N: Sorry this is so very late guys. I’ve been getting adjusted to my new job and new work schedule. This is a little piece I wrote for @bitchassbucky‘s holiday writing challenge. It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so I’m a little out of practice. I hope you enjoy it and if you want to be added to my Marvel taglist or any of my taglists, just send me an ask or shoot me a message! (To anyone who read it, the epilogue to See You Again is coming soon I promise. Thank you to all for bearing with me!!)

Content: Loads of fluff and a little bit of harmless mischief.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader if you squint

Word Count: About 1.8k

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     “No, Peter, on the other side, next to Pepper,” you directed. “That’s it. Harley! Stop messing with your sweater and hold still!”     “Why am I doing this again?” Harley complained, pulling on his itchy sweater. It was green with shiny, silver tinsel-thread glinting throughout it.     Pepper sighed and rolled her eyes, explaining for the hundredth time. “It’s for the Avengers’ latest public campaign to wish everyone a safe holiday season.”

     “Again, why am I doing this?” Harley grumbled flatly. “I’m not an Avenger.”     “You’re doing this because it’s a family photo and you’re part of this madness, kid,” Clint grinned as he straightened his elf ears.     Harley’s brow furrowed and his jaw fell open indignantly. “I never signed up for any of this!” He protested.     Maria gave an explosive, exasperated sigh and turned to the young man. “Harley, so help me if you don’t stop whining I’ll web your mouth closed!” She gritted, pointing to the web-shooter on Peter’s wrist. Peter snickered, glancing at Harley.     Happy turned to Peter, narrowing his eyes. “And if you don’t stop moving I’ll web you to a chair.” Peter’s face fell and Harley smirked. Happy rolled his eyes. “I swear, Morgan should be babysitting you two.”     The two boys frowned and looked down at the little girl in front of them. Morgan just looked up at her brothers and gave them the brightest, most angelic smile, her curled, brown hair hanging down her shoulders and down to the big, golden ribbon tied in a bow on her back. Her eyes sparkled in the soft glow of icicle lights decorating the mantle behind them.     “Well, why isn’t Y/N in the picture then, huh?” Harley retorted, shaking his head as if coming out of a trance. He swore Morgan’s smile was hypnotic. If you weren’t careful you’d end up taking her to the International Spy Museum, something Pepper had forbidden after the last time Natasha babysat her. The last time someone stared at her smile for too long, Morgan was seconds away from convincing Bucky to steal her a panda from the National Zoo.     “Hey, someone has to take the picture!” You grinned, looking over the top of the camera on its stand at Harley. He opened his mouth to protest but you had already shifted your attention back to the rest of the group. “Peter, scoot a little to your left, I want to be able to see your whole sweater. I’m no expert but I know the menorah has more than six candles. There you go, perfect! Wanda, step back a little... a little more... right there, stop! Good.”     As you continued moving everyone around and giving directions, you didn’t notice Tony watching you closely. You told everybody that you needed to take the picture, saying you had an eye for things like that. That part was true, but in reality, you had offered to take the picture when you overheard Tony and Pepper discussing the campaign the week before. Tony had plenty of gadgets that could have taken it, but you seemed excited about the idea, so he agreed. Now though, Tony suspected there was a reason you didn’t want to be in the picture and he thought he might know why.     Tony sighed. You had only joined the team a few months ago, but anyone on the outside wouldn’t have known. You got along great with everyone around the compound, connecting with them right away. It may have only been a few months, but already he couldn’t imagine what the team would be like without you, and he knew he wasn’t the only one.     At the Avengers’ holiday party last week, you spent most of the night sitting at the bar in the ballroom, talking with Maria and Pepper. Whenever the team went out after a successful mission, you usually stayed behind, volunteering to do the report for SHIELD. Whenever they had nights in, you’d slip off to your room when you thought no one would notice. It seemed no matter how well you got along with the team, you felt like you didn’t belong. Tony could understand why you might feel that way but he really wished you didn’t. He’d been reading your file since you joined the team. He hadn’t finished it yet, but he knew if anyone deserved to feel like they belonged somewhere, it was you. Tony shook his head lightly as your voice broke through his thoughts.     “Vision, if you could--”     A snickering caught your attention and you turned to glare at Sam and Steve, laughing on either side of an irritated Bucky. You crossed your arms and glared at them. “Am I gonna have to separate you three?”     “No, you won’t,” Steve answered quickly.     “Sorry, Y/N,” Sam apologized. “Bucky was just saying how the picture would look better with you in it.” Bucky elbowed him in the ribs, his face reddening slightly. Steve snorted.     “Oh, I don’t know,” you replied teasingly, peering through the lens and hoping the camera hid the light blush forming on your cheeks. “I don’t think I could top Santa’s reindeer.”     Steve rolled his eyes good-naturedly and Bucky smirked to himself.     “Hey!” Sam protested, lifting his hands to adjust his antlers. “I’ll have you know, we are Santa’s best-looking reindeer.”     “You know, they’ve got a point,” Tony spoke up, giving you a slight start. He had barely said a word since you started arranging everyone for the photo. “Not about the reindeer thing,” Tony rolled his eyes. “But you really should be in the picture. You are an Avenger after all, and part of the Avengers family.”     “Thank you!” Harley threw his hands up in exasperated vindication.     Your cheeks flushed a little, lowering your eyes. “No, I’m fine, really. Someone has to take the picture and besides, nobody would know who I am.”     Rhodey snorted and jerked a thumb at Scott. “You think they know who he is?”     “Oh, come on man!” Scott whined, the tiny bells on his hat jingling as he tipped his head back in frustration. “I turned into a freaking giant, multiple times even!”     Bruce shook his head with a reluctant sigh. “This is why I don’t do group pictures.”     “Come on guys! I would like to be done sometime before New Year’s.” Natasha groaned.     “Natasha is right,” Thor agreed. “The sooner we get this picture done, the sooner we can get out of these uncomfortable clothes.” He scrunched his face as he pulled at the collar on his sweater.     “Hey now, I think you look very handsome in that Christmas tree sweater,” you chided with a grin. How Tony had managed to convince everyone to dress up for the picture you would never understand, although judging by his, Pepper’s and Morgan’s regular dress clothes, you suspected there may have been a misunderstanding somewhere along the line...     You scanned over the group one more time, eyes narrowed in focus. “Okay... I think that’s it. Now everyone, smile!” You grinned in emphasis as you spoke the last word. “Hold it...” After a few seconds, the camera flashed. “Ok.”     Everyone sighed, their muscles relaxing. “It’s about time,” Harley grumbled. Maria rolled her eyes.     “Wait...” The chatter fell as everyone froze and turned to look at you. Harley’s face darkened with a look of murder on his face. “We need to take one more, Scott blinked,” you continued. A collective groan came from the group and Hope elbowed Scott in the ribs. “And Rhodey, stop acting like Clint’s ears poked you in the eye!” You scoffed, glaring at the two.     “Hey!” Clint’s brow furrowed as he turned to Rhodey.     “That’s what you get for saying my Kwanzaa socks don’t count as dressing up!” Rhodey countered.     “Nobody can see ‘em!”     You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed before shaking your head. While you were distracted by all the bickering and squabbling, Tony leaned forward and whispered something in Peter’s ear, all the while keeping an eye on you. Peter’s eyes widened a fraction as he sat up straight with the faintest nod and a small glint of excitement in his eye.     You straightened and smoothed out your red and white striped dress before clearing your throat. “Ok guys, one more time. Five seconds, ok?” your eyebrows arched. “Just keep it together for five more seconds. You guys ready?”     After a few seconds of shuffling and murmuring, Tony answered. “I think we’re ready, Y/N.” He and Peter exchanged a quick glance while you set the timer on the camera.     “Ok, five...” In a flash a web shot out and wrapped around your wrist, catching you by surprise. “Wha-- woah!” Before the cry left your throat, you were yanked forward. Narrowly missing the camera, the force of the pull spun you around as you stumbled into the group... and right into Bucky.     On instinct, Bucky threw his arms up to steady you and ended up catching just as you tumbled into him. “You ok?” he asked as you looked up and shook the hair out of your face. Flustered, you opened your mouth to answer but you were cut off.     “You’d better smile Y/N, ‘cause I’m not standing for another pic!” Harley gritted through a forced smile. Shocked, you turned to face the camera just as it flashed. Once your eyes adjusted again, you stood up to straighten yourself out.     Bucky lowered his arms awkwardly, letting them fall to his side before rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh, sorry.”    “It’s ok,” you replied flustered, quickly tucking your chin to hide your embarrassment and your blushing cheeks.     Bucky looked at you in confusion. “You ok?” he asked again. “What happened?”     As you straightened your dress you noticed the web tangled around your bracelet. You frowned and turned to Peter but before you could say anything to him, Tony interrupted. “Let’s check out the picture, huh?” he suggested.     “And that’s my cue,” Harley spoke up as he made for the exit. “I need to stop by the library before it closes for the holidays.”     “I’ll come with you,” Peter offered a little too quickly. “Happy Holidays everyone!” He called over his shoulder as he followed Harley to the door.     You watched him with narrowed eyes before shaking your head with a sigh. You walked over to the camera and with a few taps you brought the picture up. “Wow,” your eyes widened. “That’s--”     “Not bad,” Tony peered over your shoulder. “Not bad at all actually.”     You turned to him incredulously. “Are you kidding? It’s terrible! My hair alone--”     Tony grabbed the camera out of your hand and started toward his office. “Hey FRIDAY, remind me to send this to the ad agency first thing tomorrow.”     You blinked, stunned, as Tony walked away with the camera. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly again as he looked at you, wincing sympathetically.     “At least it’s only for the holidays,” you muttered under your breath as you walked away, rolling your eyes resignedly. “I’m already gonna be out of town. I’ll just extend my trip through New Year’s.”

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[peaches-of-1]

Day 5 | Gingerbread

Black!Reader x BTS

You weren’t sure if this was really the best job for you seeing as it included talking to people a lot and explaining in excruciating detail how things went even though there was clear instruction on the back. What was worse were the children who tried to eat the Christmas display even though there was a sign that said, “DO NOT EAT” in red glitter letters. Parents wouldn’t even try to stop them.

Still, you needed a job since you lost yours recently for not accepting the creepy and borderline stalker advances of your boss’s son. So here you were in a clear apron and green sweater with comfy jeans and Converse on working in the newest addition to BigHit, its café. Unlike most corporate cafés, BigHit Café was not attached to the main office building of BigHit Entertainment. Instead, the dark wood and green marbled setting was near Han River.

This means it was where a lot of families came to visit as well as beautiful couples, not to mention foreigners and bloggers. It was a very varied clientele, so you were usually very busy. Especially today.

Because you were “one of the best workers”, the manager decided you’d be here during today’s LIVE episode of Run BTS which would be a competition to build the best gingerbread house within the span of 90 minutes. You had spent all day yesterday decorating the café to look like such a sweetened dwelling on the outside.

Today, you were in your Christmas attire and one of the judges of the competition along with a lucky fan and another co-worker. There were more cameras than usual, and you saw the seven beautifully exhausted idols walk through the door in their own holiday merch. Jungkook’s gray sweater had a picture of their logo filled in with a green and red vertical ombre. J-Hope was wearing the same one underneath his thick padded coat.

Jin’s and Jimin’s sweaters were that of the logo surrounded by a wreath. Because of Suga’s new significant other being Jewish, he was wearing the Hanukkah version, a blue sweater with a silver and lighter blue ombre BTS logo. Namjoon and Tae were the only ones wearing the Kwanzaa versions. It warmed your heart that the boys were doing their best to support all the holidays that ARMY might celebrate.

You were wearing the Kwanzaa one today, of course. That was one of the perks working here was that BigHit merch was part of your uniform, so you got one free shirt/sweater a month. It was also the reason why the aprons were clear, so that patrons could see what you were wearing and ask where they could get it.

Of course...you needed more than one shirt a month, so you had to buy merch in order to be in uniform. But like, other than bills what else were you gonna be spending your money on? BTS merch, duh.

Anyways, the fact that you were wearing the green version of the Kwanzaa sweater and Namjoon was wearing the black version got you a polite smile from him. Taehyung stood in front of you as you greeted the group and their managers...as if he wanted to say something. However, the young man stayed silent until he was called to get his makeup touched up.

Maybe you were just being paranoid or hyperaware, but it seemed like the guys were talking about you. However, they were nothing but professional. You and your co-worker brought out the now cooled down trays of gingerbread that had already been cut into the proper shapes. The very excited fan helped to uncover the selection of candies they could use on their houses.

“Can I use the cute employee too? I think she’d make my house look the best.” J-Hope said, a smile on his voice.

You looked over to Kara who was always getting hit on, but it soon clicked that he was looking at your face. That very same face soon got heated cheeks because what? Was J-Hope hitting on you? Nooooo. No. He was just playing around.

“That’s cheating to put something already so beautiful next to whatever you make, hyung.” Jimin replied with a giggle.

Jin then added, “Leave the pretty girl alone. She’s just doing her job. Besides, she should only be paired with someone who is almost as attractive as she is.”

Jungkook gasped loudly, “Oh, hyung, you just admitted that you think she’s more attractive than yourself. You’re just as bad as the others.”

The oldest member blushed, “I just, what I meant was--” he looked over at you and bowed. “I am sorry.”

“It’s ok. It’s fine.”  You replied and couldn’t help but feel your cheeks.

Taehyung blurted out, “We have matching sweaters!” with no follow up.

“Oh, look what you’re doing. You’re embarrassing her.” Suga said and then looked at you. “What is your name?”

“Y-Y/N.” You stuttered out. “Please call me Y/N.” You said with a bow and pointed to your name tag.

He said that he had already read your name tag, but just wanted to hear me say it. Your heart felt like it was just about ready to explode with all of their kind compliments as they began to focus on the competition. Even though you had thought you’d be judges, you were simply there to help the guys and do touch ups so that they weren’t horrible. The public would be voting on them tomorrow.

Was there even fridge space for three finished gingerbread houses? Each young man was basing it on whatever they wanted. The thing they were having the most trouble with was putting the pieces together. Even when a building went up, it would crash seconds later because of too much or too little frosting. You were called in when they had broken a piece past repair.

They could call on any employee or the fan to help up to three times, and it felt like your name was the one being called all 9 times. However, Kara was helping Hobi with his roofing and the fan gave team JinKook inspiration to do a Bt21 themed house. Kookie got excited and started trying to create the characters out of marshmallows and frosting while Jin decorated the actual house.

“Y/N-nim!” Jimin called sweetly. “Can you help me with something?”

You walked over and asked what they needed help with. He wanted to know how to do the dripping icicles on the roofing, so I started to do it for him.

“No, no, no. Show me how to do it, please.” He said, his grin becoming more mischievous by the second.

Taehyung smiled, “I’ll work on the gingerbread man. I need green frosting.”

He got up to do so while Suga asked me how the front was already. You told him it was very neatly done before showing Jimin how to get the pointed dripping effect using some of the discarded bits of spiced cookie to pipe out some examples.

“You are really good at this, Y/N-nim~” The mochi like blonde said with smiley eyes.

“Thank you. I think you have the hang of it, so I will leave you to it.” You gave a bow and then went towards Kara before being called by Namjoon who had his hand up.

If this was another broken gingerbread person, you were going to just tell him to glue it with frosting. Kara gave you a cheeky head nod to go to them. You felt bad for the fan as she was supposed to be the center of attention for this event.

He didn’t look at you in the eye as he asked, “I um, we are not sure what to do. I’m pretty sure we won’t be getting first place, but it just looks bad.”

“So just a general help?” You giggled.

“Yes, please.” He replied, scratching the back of his neck, getting frosting on it.

You just handed him a napkin and quickly fixed up the roof to let them put candies on dots placed on the empty shingles. It was the 500th time you had been doing it this holiday season, and it was just November. Him and J-Hope thanked you before you went back and sooner or later, time was up.

Then it was time for voting. The sloppiest of the three houses was the one Namjoon and Hobi made since they didn’t have artists in their groups. The BT21 house had collapsed halfway through, so JinKook quickly made a simplified but still amazing house to present.

Still, it was too simple compared to the others. The one that Suga, Jimin, and V made together was the perfect mix of the two houses. That’s the one that ended up winning.

The prize was a Christmas themed date with the fan. They were glad to get to know her better and ended up leaving with her. The others had to help clean up. You’d be putting their houses up for sale for an auction and the money would go to UNICEF. The winners had well hidden pouts behind their smiles, wishing they had lost instead while the losers were glad because they got to spend more time with you.

They kept asking if you needed help with things and to let them do things instead. However, Namjoon kept eating the candy he was supposed to be putting away. He gave you such a charming smile in return, you didn’t care that he was chomping away on inventory. It seemed that he was a nervous eater.

“I’ve been craving this taste for a long time, too.” He said and then helped to keep the door open while you put his house into the fridge.

It wasn’t long until you and Kara were bowing to the four remaining idols. There were gift bags for the both of you, and you were glad to get such compensation for a stressful overtime. Both of you were sure to go fast asleep since this was all you had to do today.

You wanted to go through your bag first. CDs, signed mini poster, a Christmas Cooky, and...a KKT. After typing it into your phone, you nearly chucked your phone across the room. One by one, the boys greeted you and asked if you would date them, all seven of them.

[luciddrreamss]

Why hello. 'Tis the Holiday Season. And since I like giving and writing, I'll be writing Christmas fics from December 15 - December 24. (I unfortunately don't know much about Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, etc.....sorry ;()

WWE/NXT CHRISTMAS PROMPTS PT. 2

"All I want for Christmas is-" "Finish that sentence. I dare you."

"What are you doing?" "Hiding from carolers."

"You're not going to a Christmas party dressed like Regina George."

Person 1: *hums the beginning of Santa Tell Me* Person 2: ALL YA LADIES POP YO PUSSY LIKE THIS-"

"Can we play in the snow?!" "No." "Why??" "You're a grown adult."

"I'm sorry we can't be home for Christmas babe."

"Stop snooping around, you're not gonna find your present."

"Where did all the Christmas cookies go?!" *other person wipes crumbs off face and shrugs*

"You're still so beautiful even with an ugly Christmas sweater."

"Look the mistletoe thing is a joke. A-and this date could just be a one time thing if you-" *interrupted by a kiss* "Merry Christmas, (Name)."

"You're really leaving me? On Christmas?"

"Your aunt gave me this bracelet." "It's ugly, regift it."

"There's no such thing as too much Christmas lights." "Aaanndd there goes the power."

"I'm cold...cuddle me!"

"I want to be proposed to on Christmas." "That can be arranged."

"First Christmas without you babe...I miss you so much."

"Guess my Christmas wish came true, cause you're here with me."

"I'm you're secret Santa. What do you want for Christmas?" "You weren't supposed to tell me!"

"Throw one more snowball at me!"

"(Child), honey. Santa isn't real." "(Name)!!"

"Stop being a Grinch."

"Thanks for ruining Christmas for me." (Could be angst or comedy)

"MISTLETOE!" "Get. Away. From. Me."

"Its cold outside and yet you still look hot."

"Nightmare Before Christmas IS a Christmas movie, and you can't disagree."

Fill my inbox! Just like, no smut, please. But go for it babyyy!!