#THEY'RE SINGING DECK THE HALLS

[ryanthel0ser]

I am on my knees, facedown on the ground, PRAYING for my wife (Choso) right now

baby you gotta live alright we have plans for Christmas alright and I just made you some hot chocolate and we're going to go look at the pretty lights and have a lovely time you gotta live my love you can survive this I don't know what I'm going to do with myself if you don't come home

[letsbangts]

baby, please come home || jjk

⤷ summary: when he's the only thing you want for Christmas

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ word count: 1.2k+

⟶ genre: fluff, angst (just a sprinkle), married couple au, established relationship au, christmas themed

⟶ content: husband!jk, dad!jk, pregnant!oc, oc is a slightly emotional expecting mother (eight months along), and koo being a deticated expecting father

⟶ warnings: none just some fluff with a dash of angst to make it sentimental because it's the holidays

↬ a/n: this isn't what I thought I would write for this request and I wasn't going to do it so soon but I got inspired & I thought it would make cute drabble so to everyone who reads hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :) angel xoxo

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The snow is coming down all around you as if encased in a snow globe. You watch it fall around you as it makes its way to add to the thick layer already accumulated on the ground beneath your feet. You walk through the Christmas market, looking at the stalls and decorations. Your eyes glance at the bodies around you: families, friends, lovers — surrounded by many people, except for the one you want beside you the most.

The church bells ring, blending with the happy sounds of the town's excitement buzzing in your ears. You finally make your way to the heart of the town square; the carolers begin singing "Deck The Halls" just as you arrive. The usual holiday cheer you would feel is absent, along with the person who brings that joy.

Your mind takes you back to this day last year and all the fun it held, all the memories made together. Sipping hot chocolate with his arm wrapped around you, the hand-holding with both your hands stuffed in his coat pocket, and your cold lips pressed against each other to warm them with sweet kisses.

As you gaze up at the enormous Christmas tree adorned with pretty lights like those shining all around the town, the loss of the new memories you should be making together this year creates a lump in your throat. He should be here with you, with both of you.

You pull out your phone and tap his contact; the phone rings for a few seconds before Jungkook's face appears on the screen. A bright smile on his face that rivals all the lights around you. His face is so close to the camera that you can't see anything behind him, but the snowflakes in his hair, paired with his red cheeks and nose from the cold— just like yours—show that he is also outside.

You can't help but smile back at him, although it doesn't quite reach your eyes. As much as seeing him brings you happiness, you can't help but feel a touch of melancholy that his presence can only be through the phone.

"Hey, sweetheart."

"Hey, baby. I wanted to show you the tree this year; it keeps getting bigger, I swear."  

You hold the phone out and lower it, trying to fit the whole tree behind you in the screen.

"Whoa, that thing is massive! I'd hate to be the person who had to wrap the lights on it; there must be at least ten thousand on it."

You giggle at Jungkook's remark as you raise the phone to speak to him.

"It's so pretty here, Kook. I wish you could see it in person," you say with a sad smile.

"I doubt it's anywhere near as pretty as you, but I wish I were there too, darling. I tried everything I could to find a flight back in time, but as you can imagine, I wasn't the only one trying to make it back home for the holidays."

"I know, but it's unfair for them to send you away for work so close to Christmas. Then, to extend it even more, it's as if they were plotting to keep you away," you pout.

"It is unfair, and trust me, I pleaded my case to the airline agents to please let me get home to my adorable pregnant wife for Christmas, but it didn't seem to work on them. They're all Grinches, I swear," he tries to lighten the mood and continues, "Speaking of which, how are my two favourite girls doing? Let me see!"

You hold the phone out again to angle the camera to show your eight-month-pregnant belly. You sigh as you rub a hand over it.

"We're good, just missing you. She hasn't been kicking as much; I swear she knows that Daddy isn't here."

"I miss you both too, but I'll be back before you know it, and we can celebrate then."

"But it's Christmas Day; I need you here. It is our first one as a family, and we're not whole without you. I wish there were a way for you to come home, baby," your voice cracks as you look away from the screen, trying to hold back tears.

Jungkook catches a glimpse of your tear-filled eyes gleaming under the lights and sighs. The cold weather allows you to see his breath as it floats in the air.

"Hey, you know I would do anything to be there with both of you."

You catch him glancing up over his phone before he continues.

"Now, don't cry. You look too beautiful standing by the tree, surrounded by all the decorations like a Christmas angel, to feel sad. The old man selling cookies will be offended; he'll think you don't like their smell if he sees you," he smiles to cheer you up.

You wipe your tears and sniffle as you softly laugh. You look around, trying to find said man, until you eventually spot his stall emitting the delicious aroma, selling gingerbread and sugar cookies.

You furrow your brows once everything processes in your head. You look back at Jungkook on the screen.

"Wait, h-how did you know that?"

"I'm quite aware of how beautiful my wife is," he chuckles.

"No, I mean, how did you know there is a cookie stall in front of me, and an old man is running it? You can't even see it. Did the camera flip, and I didn't notice?"

A hand taps your shoulder, and you jolt at the sudden touch before turning around. Your eyes widen, and a gasp escapes your mouth as you come face to face with Jungkook. Your husband's smiling face is no longer on the screen but right before you, and your hand holding the phone falls to your side. He opens his arms wide for a hug as you stare at him like a deer caught in headlights.

"But you just—when—how did you get here?" you stutter in shock.

Jungkook laughs, and when he sees you make no move to come into his embrace, he steps forward and pulls you into his arms. You snap out of your daze and immediately wrap your arms around him.

He kisses your forehead. "I told you I would do anything to be here with both of you," he whispers in your hair.

"But there were no flights," you mumble into his chest.

"Yeah, but there were still some bus tickets available. It might have been a much longer journey, but I had to be sure I was here." He pulls back and holds your stomach with both hands as he leans down and kisses it before looking up at you. "There was no way I would miss spending Christmas with my family."

He returns to a stand, and you run your fingers through his hair before your hands settle at the nape of his neck. You gaze into each other's eyes and lean in for a long-awaited kiss.

You break apart just enough to whisper over his lips, "I love you so much. Merry Christmas, Kook."

"I love you too. Merry Christmas, Y/N," he whispers back, lips brushing over yours.

You lean back in for a passionate kiss but are interrupted by a kick to your belly. You both break apart with a gasp.

"Did she just?" Jungkook asks with a smile.

"It seems we're both happy that you came home," you laugh.

Jungkook joins your laughter as he takes your stomach back into his grasp and leans back down, giving it another peck before he whispers, "And I love you, too. Merry Christmas, my little angel." 

↬ a/n: there you go just a little drabble for you all to snack on before mutt pt2 ;)

[londonfoginacup]

Hello and welcome (back) to Londonfoginacup’s 25 Days of Christmas Fic Recs!

The first day of fic recs is, traditionally, the advent fics! This way, if you so desire, you can take some from previous years and read a chapter a day to experience them the way they were meant to be! These are all the ones from the previous year-- I used to try to list ALL the advent fics that exist, but unfortunately (fortunately) there are WAY too many of them now for that to be practical!

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[munsster]

hi pookieee

i just found your blog and legit spent like two hours reading your stuff- IT'S SO GOODDDDD OML

so, if requests are open, and if they're not! totally fine, but if they are... can i maybe possibly request a jonathan byers oneshot? 😍maybe domestic vibes, some will and joyce, sort of where reader is just part of the daily, like it's not a 'oH jOnAtHaN hAs a GiRl OvEr' type of thing, the byers are just so used to her being around-

OKEY BYEEE, DRINK WATER, EAT SNACKS, KEEP SPARKLING ✨

fall into place

A/N: HI POOKIE! im obsessed w ur energy and i would do anything for u, this sounds so cute hope u like it 😋

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jonathan comes home to find you fully adopted into the Byers’ daily routine. When did that happen? 1.3k words.

Warnings: fluff, domesticity, cringe 80s references, mike being annoying, KISSING, pet names (baby, heartthrob)

The front door slamming shut rattles the frame of the house, but nobody seems to care over the ruckus. Jonathan drops his messenger bag by the bench in the foyer, shucking his shoes and skirting to the kitchen. Joyce flips through a fashion catalog by the phone with her thumb nail perched between her lips.

"She's in El's room," Joyce says while Jonathan swipes an unopened juice pouch off the counter and tucks a pack of toaster strudel under his arm. There's an uproar in the other room from the usual teenage suspects. He's about to make his way upstairs when his mom chuckles.

"Oh, hi, mom, how was your day?" Joyce teases, "Thanks for asking, Jonathan. It was lovely, I bought you those juice pouches and toaster pastries you like. How was yours?" She cocks a brow, and he peeks back into the kitchen.

"Love you, mom."

"Love you, too. Oh, also it's fend night. There are some leftovers and dinners in the freezer. Your brother was craving frozen pizza."

"Sounds good!" he shouts, already halfway up the stairs and down the hall. The cassette deck on El's desk sings something tinny and youthful and he's pretty sure she has it cranked to full volume. You're perched at the foot of her bed with your fingers looping the fluffy strands of her hair into a criss-cross plait. You look over and smile, leaning into the kiss he plants on your cheek.

"Hi," you coo.

"Hi, baby," he says with a lazy smile across his face. "My room?"

"In a sec."

El tuts, "she's braiding my hair." You chuckle, tying off the end of her braid with a sparkly, blue elastic you nabbed from the bottom of the bathroom drawer. He tips the straw of his juice to your lips, and you hum and pat the top of El's head just before hopping to your feet and fleeing the room with Jonathan's hand in yours.

"Thank you!" she calls, but you both know you'd do it for her anytime.

He falls back onto his springy mattress, and you straddle his hips, pry the decadent box from his grasp, and triumphantly fish out a strudel.

"I didn't know Mike was visiting this week," you mumble through a mouthful of pastry.

"Yeah, their spring breaks lined up." Jonathan chugs the rest of his fruit cocktail, crushing the pouch and setting it on his bedside table alongside the discarded pastry box. Then he recoils, nose scrunching: "You met mike?"

You nod, nibbling the strudel in half and pressing bite-sized piece to his mouth, swiping away the stray crumbs that sprinkle his shirt. "It's cinnamon," you whisper. He hums.

"Was he weird?" he worries.

"Only a little," you tease, sweeping his hair off his forehead and leaning down to press a damp kiss to the open space.

"He's a punk."

You shrug. "Only a little."

You split the last piece of pastry between you, making sure you get an even amount of filling and frosting before clinking the edges and popping them into your mouths.

"What were you and El listening to?" he asks.

"Make it big. You know Wham. 'I don't want your freeeeedom!'" you mock, squeaking out the iconic high note, "Mike got it for her."

"Sounded... contemporary," he chuckles, setting his palms into the curve of your hips, hooking his thumbs in the loops of your jeans.

"Yeah, I think she has a thing for George Michael. We've been listening to it on repeat." Your stretch your arms over your head with a yawn.

"He is pretty cute," Jonathan teases.

"Yeah, well," you say with all the casualty of a partly cloudy Wednesday afternoon, "Not as cute as you."

He scoffs, sitting up with you still balanced in his lap. “Shut up,” he huffs.

“No!” You grin and lean in close, mumbling, “heartthrob,” in a kiss to his lips. When you pull back he stares softly into your eyes.

“How long have you been here?”

“My shift ended at two so,” you say, “since then. Why? You tryin’ to send me home, Byers?”

“No,” he whispers, he wouldn’t dream of it, “No, I like that you’re here when I get home.”

You chuckle and drape your arm over his shoulder. “That’s very domestic of you.”

“God, I know”—he rolls his eyes, pressing his palms flat to your back and smiling coyly—“Wait ‘til uou hear how glad I am that everyone likes you so much. And that you like them, too. Even when they’re fucking crazy.”

You peck the corner of his mouth gently, willing a smile to creep across his face.

“I fit right in, don’t I?” you tease. But he doesn’t laugh, enamored by everything you say and do. His fingertips just graze your cheek and his eyes flick down to your mouth.

He sighs. “Like our missing puzzle piece.”

“Yeah,” you reason, “like the piece that gets knocked onto the floor to collect dust for ten years until someone's sweeping and randomly unwedges it from the floorboards only to realize it's from the puzzle they gave away last week.”

“No, more like,” he chuckles, “like the one stuck to the underside of the lid that you only find once youre putting the deconstructed puzzle away.”

You giggle, tilting your head back. Then you sigh, whipping your head back to stare into his eyes, foreheads pressed together.

“Maybe we’re all missing puzzle pieces,” he suggests. It’s whispered. Like it’s a secret and you two are the only ones who will ever know the truth.

You nod. “Oh, we definitely are. Five billion lonely little puzzle pieces waiting for our lost portrait.” Your fingers twirl a lock of his hair, and he holds back a splitting grin. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation sober.”

He cackles, holding your lower back as he leans slightly. “Wait,” he says, “you’re sober?” You smack his chest, chuckling when he hollers, “I’m kidding! I’m kidding, you're the only person worth getting high with anymore since Argyle's in Utah.”

You pout facetiously, sticking out your lower lip with your brows knitting. “Jonny! So romantic!”

“Yeah, yeah, natural as riding a bike,” he teases. You smile and lean in to kiss him, and he meets your lips sweetly. You pull away and peck the corner of his mouth then his cheek before your doe eyes flick up to his. Your mouth opens to say something, but Mike bursts into the room.

“Ew, gross, at least close the door if you’re going to suck face!”

You turn over your shoulder with a scowl. “You close the door, we’re obviously busy.”

“I don’t even know you!” Mike scoffs.

You hop up and jump to the door wildly, about to slam it just as you squint and say, “Then you’ve got a lot to learn, sonny.”

But before you can close it, Will peeks into the conversation and offers, “C’mon, let’s be diplomatic, people! Mom says come eat and watch Nightmare on Elm Street.”

“Mister Kreugs again?” you say, “Yes, please!” You high-five Will, and he shuffles down the stairs. Mike and El follow. You turn back to see Jonathan lounging back on his bed, eyes closed and just barely smiling to himself.

“Coming, heartthrob?”

“Yeah,” he says, blinking awake, head lulling to gaze at you, “don’t wait up.”

But you run back anyway, grabbing his hand and tugging him to his feet.

“Too bad,” you whisper, giving him a consolation kiss. You get him to the bottom of the stairs before he pulls you back against him right on the last step. He kisses you sweetly and with a smile.

Will shouts from the living room, “Okay, I’m usually pretty tolerant, but please no making out during horror night!”

You chuckle, still holding Jonathan’s hand with his arm lazily around your waist. “Okay, fine. Only because you asked nicely.”

You look back to find Jonathan already staring at you. It still makes you nervous or excited or something. He’s holding you so close, and you can’t help but kiss him one last time.

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[milf-murdock]

Baby, Please Come Home 

Simon “Ghost” Riley x female Reader

(Alternatively titled: Not the Good Bourbon!)

🎄 @glitterypirateduck’s December challenge

The snow’s coming down I’m watching it fall  Lots of people around Baby please come home  They're singing Deck The Halls But it's not like Christmas at all 'Cause I remember when you were here And all the fun we had last year pretty lights on the tree I'm watching them shine you should be here with me baby, please come home

A/N: I love this song and it was giving such pining energy and this entered my head and I just couldn't... let it goooo ❄️

It was Christmas Eve and from your spot on the sofa you could see the snowflakes falling just outside the window. The gentle blaze from the fireplace kept you nice and warm as you watched the steady stream pour from the sky. The fire warms your toes. The mug of hot cider spiced with rum warms your hands and your belly. The warm glow of the Christmas tree washes your shared flat in its soft hues, like a comforting embrace. 

It was perfect. With one glaring exception. 

Simon’s mission had run long. Again. 

You both knew it was a possibility. He had warned you that it was a complex mission—target on the move, long stakeouts, tricky extraction, the usual—though there was only so much he could say due to the confidential nature. But he had promised to be home from the holidays, his firm grip on your chin forcing you to look up at him as he made the vow. 

You thought back to that bittersweet goodbye. The familiar caress of Simon’s hand on your cheek. The sensation of his lips pressed against yours, as if he could kiss you hard enough to last through the next several weeks. The longing in your heart as you watched his body walk out the door. As a habit, Simon made sure to never look back; he knew that a final glance would make it damn near impossible to keep his feet moving. 

A crack of the fireplace brought you back to the present, and you took another sip of the spiked cider, the burn feeling good, grounding. It took the edge off the pain, just a tad. Just enough. 

Untangling yourself from the heavy knitted blanket, you made your way to the large window to get a better look at the falling snow. It never ceased to amaze you. Simon hated the snow, always complaining. You'd tease him endlessly about his Grinch-y behavior—he had to be the only man in the world who would complain about snow on Christmas Eve. 

You couldn’t help your smile, tinged with sadness. From your new vantage point you could spot a few kids playing in the snow down below. If you really focused, you could hear the distant familiar tune of Deck the Hells playing from a few doors down. And yet, despite the picturesque nature of the whole scene, it just didn’t feel like Christmas. Not really. 

“You should be here with me, Si,” you sighed into your mug, taking another sip.

“Please come home, baby.” You muttered out a solemn prayer to whoever may be listening, a plea to bring your man home safe. 

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Simon growled in frustration as he sat in the London traffic. The honks of the surrounding cars only added to his growing frustration. “For fucks sake, doesn’t anybody in this goddamn city know how to drive?” He pounded the dashboard in irritation. “It’s the bloody snow,” he grumbled, cursing the white flurries that flew all around the still cars. 

In the back of his mind, Simon knows how happy his love must be at the snow. You lived for this kind of thing, a Christmas Eve snow that most certainly ensured a white Christmas. As much as he hated the damn weather, it warmed his heart the way you would smile up at the sky and exclaim with all the excitement you could muster, “It’s snowing,  Si!” You could barely contain yourself. No matter how many years the two of you spent together in Britain’s chilly winter, you never seemed to grow tired of the phenomenon. Your childlike wonder of the world around you was just one of the many things Simon loved about you. 

Simon absently wondered if you were watching the same snow from the warmth and comfort of their shared home. He could see it so clearly: the wonder in your eyes, the curve of your lips, the way you practically glowed in the soft light. It warmed him from the inside out.

He just needed to get home to you. It had been a grueling and physically demanding mission, but his main motivation was being home, with you, for Christmas. He would do anything to make it happen. 

The cars started a snail like pace on the road again. “Fuckin’ finally,” he muttered, shifting into gear and beginning the steady route to his home, his love. 

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With a sigh that could rattle the ornaments on the tree, you slammed the power button on the remote, shutting off the telly. You loved a cheesy holiday movie as much as the next gal, but you just couldn’t take it—every love confession just grating on the raw nerves of your frayed heart. 

In an effort to keep yourself busy,  you reheated some more cider on the stovetop, popping by the bar cart to top off the glass. You eyed Simon’s good bourbon, silently debating. “Oh he’ll be livid if he finds out I mixed this with the cider,” you think to yourself. “Though,  s’pose he won’t be here to complain about it, will he?” With a shrug, you gave a healthy pour into your mug, before bringing the bottle to your lips and taking a swig. And another, for good measure. “That one’s for you, Si,” you muttered, trying not to sputter as the liquid burned its way to your belly, warming you from the inside out. You weren't usually this morose when Simon was gone, but something about the holiday season had you extra bitter. 

There was a thump outside the door, and you nearly dropped the bottle as you jumped. You didn’t dare let yourself hope as you started stalking your way to the door, heartbeat racing. The click of the lock echoed in the silent flat, and you stood there, waiting, heart in your throat, unable to move as the door opened towards you. 

Simon’s hulking frame filled the doorway, his blonde hair pointing every which way, a clear sign his mask was freshly pulled off. 

“Happy Christmas, love,” his low voice sounded like honey, and on instinct you felt the familiar pickling sensation of tears fill your eyes. 

You blinked. And then you were in motion, sprinting to close the gap before throwing your arms around Simon’s neck, trusting him to catch your racing form. 

Two strong arms folded around you, lifting you up off the ground, and Simon held you as close to his body as he could. Your familiar weight in his arms, his nostrils flooded with the smell of your perfume, and he could only think of one word, blaring in his mind like a neon sign: home. This was home. You were his home. 

“You’re home,” you muttered, pressing your face deeper into his neck, squeezing him closer. 

“Course I am. I promised ya, didn’t I?”  Simon quipped. 

Carefully setting you down on your own two feet, Simon did his best to steady you as you leaned up on your tip toes and finally brought your lips to his. 

Simon swore internally.

If you were home, then your lips were heaven. 

Simon wound one hand in your hair, pressing you even closer to him, the other hand trailing down to your supple hip. His tongue traced the edge of your lips, begging for access, which you were never one to deny. He drank in your kiss like a man dying of thirst, a familiar taste on his tongue. When the two of you finally came up for air, Simon couldn’t hold back his cheeky grin. 

“Babe, is that my good bourbon I taste?”

[gold-onthe-inside]

deck the halls

who? spencer reid (s7) x oc (piper bishop)

summary: caving in to the norm of the street, piper and spencer decorate the house, but their neighbours are total assholes about it.

word count: 1.2k

content warnings: electricity theft? bitchy neighbours?

"I cannot believe we're falling prey to normative culture," Piper complained, setting the box of decorations on the end table in the hall as Spencer closed the door.

"Hey, you're the one with the vendetta against the Richards," he replied, walking over with his own box. "I couldn't care less about what our front yard looks like on Christmas."

"Uh-huh, you were singing a very different tune on Halloween," she said, pointing at him and he screwed up his lips.

"He taunted my jack-o-lanterns," Spencer said, pouting. "What was I supposed to do?"

"How about not using an EMP to take out their mechanical witches?" Piper asked, pulling out string lights to strategize on where to put them.

"It's clearly cheating!" Spencer protested and Piper rolled her eyes.

"There aren't any rules saying they can't have--"

"Professionally made decorations?" Spencer asked. "They should! It's classist!"

"Who is they?" Piper asked, gesturing with string lights, her eyes narrowed. "The neighbourhood? This is DC. Of course, they're classist."

"I'm just saying, the Richards win every year and it's unfair," he replied. "We handmade all of our decorations on Halloween. All they do is put an order in. It's all garish and horrible--"

"Spencer, I swear, if you cause a power outage on Christmas, I will not defend you from the police," Piper told him and Spencer sighed, helping by sorting baubles for the tree.

"Does it count if we're putting up lights on a cherry tree?" Spencer asked and Piper sighed, closing her eyes.

"I am not bringing a real tree into our house," she said. "Neither you nor I have the upper body strength for that."

"Scrooge," he retorted with a small smile, watching her pull out tiny snowmen.

"That doesn't look safe. At all," Spencer said, his brow knitted in concern as he braced Piper who stood precariously on the porch railing, wrapping green tinsel around the post and hooking it.

"Try the lights?" Piper asked, leaning back slightly and Spencer let go to flick the switch, the string lights twisted around the tinsel lighting up. "Perfect," she said, jumping off the railing. "One down, 7 more to go."

"Good God," Spencer groaned, pushing the box to the next column with his foot. "Why are we doing this again?"

"Social norms," Piper replied, climbing up onto the railing again and holding out her hand for him to hand her the next garland. "Did you see Colette's face when we were the only house without any decorations last year?"

"Tell her we were too busy catching serial killers to spend all day decorating for a holiday neither of us celebrate," he replied, pursing his lips. "Why is it so important for these people to like us?" he asked as she wrapped the garland around the column.

"The same reason you get the popular kids to like you in high school," Piper replied, hooking the end of the garland on a clip. "It makes life easier."

Spencer helped her down, then kissed her nose to make her smile. "This isn't high school. You can't social engineer your way into getting the Richards to like us."

"But if they did like us, they'd stop being assholes to us," Piper replied, grabbing another garland from the box and heading towards the third column, and Spencer sighed, following her.

"You think Christmas decorations are gonna get them to like us?" he asked. "Do you not remember the giant inflatable Frankenstein they had on Halloween? These people have nothing better to do with their lives than show off."

"I think not sticking out like a sore thumb would help," Piper said, hopping up onto the railing and Spencer braced her.

"Please don't break your ankle doing this," he pleaded and she chuckled.

"I've tackled unsubs underwater, this is nothing." She wrapped the garland around the pole, then moved to do the last one on the front side of the porch. She's not tall enough to do the hanging snowflake lights, so it's Spencer standing on a stool that Piper braces as he hooks the hanging snowflakes from one end of the porch to the other.

"Maybe next year we can do Christmas ghosts," Spencer was saying as he slid off the stool carefully, Piper's attention drawn to the figure walking up to their house.

"Speaking of a Dickens villain," Piper muttered, forcing a smile as Colette Richards walked over to their porch.

"So, I see you're joining the rest of us this year," Colette said, smiling smugly, a gaudy gold bracelet on her bony wrist and wearing a dress worthy of the Real Housewives of New Jersey, carrying a cardboard box with clear plastic on the top to see what was inside, red and white striped ribbon tying it together.

"All about the Christmas spirit, right?" Piper asked while Spencer stood around awkwardly, his lips forming a line in what was an attempt at a polite smile.

"Well, speaking of the spirit," Colette said, offering the box with a simpering smile, "we made some extra cookies this year. Seeing as you both work so hard, I'm sure you haven't the time to actually bake. So you can have some of ours."

"Gee, thanks," Piper said, accepting the box, doing her best not to sound dry, and Colette settled her hand on Piper's wrist.

"And if you need any help with Christmas dinner, please let me know," she insisted. "I'm sure we'll have our share of leftovers to give out. Usually, half our dinner ends up going to some Salvation Army thing anyway--"

"That's so kind of you," Piper interrupted her. "But I think we'll be fine."

"If you say so, honey," Colette said, patting her wrist sympathetically. "Have a lovely Christmas."

"You too," Piper said, her cheeks tiring of forcing a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Dr Reid," Colette said to Spencer, flashing him a flirty smile before walking away and Piper dropped her smile.

"Still don't want me to take their power out?" Spencer asked quietly and she huffed.

"Light the fucking house on fire if you have to," she retorted, walking back inside to cool off.

Piper was washing up after dinner when Spencer called for her to come outside. Wiping her hands quickly, she darted out to the porch, forgetting her coat, and so she huddled into Spencer, hugging herself, noticing Metro PD cars on their street. "What's going on?" she asked, shivering slightly.

"Electricity theft," Spencer said, smirking a little. "Apparently, that's how the Richards power all their decorations."

"What?" Piper asked, looking at him, then watching the cops taking both Colette and Nicol Richards into custody, pulling them out in handcuffs and she did her best to hide a shit eating grin.

"I knew it was fishy how they could power all that stuff," he said, gesturing to the giant inflatable Santa that was starting to whine and crumple in on itself as the cops cut the power to the house. Piper looked at Spencer, narrowing her eyes at him.

"What did you do?" she asked and Spencer shrugged, his face sheepish.

"I may have done a little investigating. Nicol Richards is an electrical engineer. Hacking into the power grid is child's play."

Piper snickered, snuggling into his warmth. "I love you, you know that?"

He kissed her hair, rubbing her arm. "Love you too. Come on, I wanna watch the Nightmare Before Christmas."

"You're so obsessed with Tim Burton movies," she said, following him back into their warm, elegantly decorated house.

[peppymintdreams]

Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)

Isaac Rhoades x Pickle

The snow fell softly outside, blanketing the streets in a layer of white that shimmered under the glow of streetlights. Inside the quiet apartment, Isaac sat alone on the couch, staring at the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree. The apartment felt too big, too quiet, without you there.

He leaned back, letting out a soft sigh as the song played from the old record player in the corner:

"They're singing 'Deck the Halls'..."

"But it's not like Christmas at all..."

Isaac ran a hand through his dark hair, his expression unusually tender as his thoughts drifted to you. You had gone home for the holidays to visit family, something Isaac had insisted on despite knowing how much he’d miss you. At the time, he had waved off his own feelings, telling himself he could handle a few days alone.

But now, on Christmas Eve, the absence of your presence was unbearable.

The ornaments on the tree sparkled, and the faint scent of pine lingered in the air. Everything was perfect—except you weren’t there to share it with him.

Isaac rose from the couch, walking toward the window. He stood there for a moment, gazing out at the snow-covered streets. Couples walked hand in hand, families hurried to finish last-minute shopping, and children laughed as they built snowmen. The world was alive with holiday cheer, but to Isaac, it all felt hollow without you.

He turned back to the room, his gaze landing on the little gifts he had wrapped and placed under the tree. Each one was carefully chosen with you in mind: a first-edition book he knew you’d been eyeing, a sweater in your favorite color, and a small, velvet box containing something far more meaningful.

Isaac’s jaw tightened as the song continued to play. He walked to the record player, his hand hovering over the needle, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop it.

"If there was a way..."

"I'd hold back these tears..."

"But it's Christmas day..."

The sound of the door unlocking pulled him from his thoughts. His head snapped up, his heart leaping in his chest. For a moment, he thought he was imagining things—until the door swung open, and there you stood, bundled in a heavy coat and scarf, your cheeks flushed from the cold.

“Surprise,” you said softly, your voice tinged with both nervousness and excitement.

Isaac stared at you for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. Then, without a word, he crossed the room in a few long strides and pulled you into his arms.

“You’re here,” he murmured, his deep voice trembling just slightly. His arms tightened around you, as if afraid you’d disappear.

You laughed, the sound muffled against his chest. “I couldn’t stay away. I missed you too much.”

Isaac pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands framing your face. His piercing eyes searched yours, and a soft, almost disbelieving smile tugged at his lips. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he said, his voice rich and warm. “Christmas isn’t Christmas without you.”

You leaned into his touch, your own hands resting on his chest. “I thought you’d be mad that I cut my trip short.”

“Mad?” Isaac shook his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. “I’m too damn relieved to be mad.”

The song on the record player swelled, filling the room with its bittersweet melody. Isaac glanced toward the tree, then back at you, his expression softening even further. “Come on,” he said, taking your hand. “I made hot cocoa, and there are presents waiting for you.”

You let him lead you to the couch, the warmth of the apartment quickly chasing away the chill from outside. As you sat beside him, the two of you curled up under a blanket, Isaac handed you a mug of cocoa topped with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon—just the way you liked it.

The night passed in a blur of laughter, stolen kisses, and the soft rustle of wrapping paper. Isaac’s reserved demeanor melted away entirely as he watched your face light up with each gift you opened.

Finally, as the clock neared midnight, Isaac reached under the tree and pulled out the small, velvet box. He held it in his hands for a moment, his expression unreadable, before turning to you.

“I wasn’t sure if this was the right time,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “But having you here… it feels like fate.”

Your breath caught as he opened the box, revealing a delicate ring that seemed to sparkle with its own light.

“Pickle,” he said, his tone filled with a rare vulnerability, “you’re my everything. My home, my family, my future. Will you marry me?”

Tears filled your eyes as you nodded, unable to find the words to express how you felt. Isaac slipped the ring onto your finger, his hands steady despite the emotion in his gaze.

As the song played its final notes, Isaac leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and full of promise. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you and the quiet magic of Christmas.

[spirit0flondonatnight]

"They're singing 'Deck The Halls', but it's not like Christmas at all"

enjbjjkrwkjj this drawing reallllly took it out of me for a bit but I persisted and tbh... I'm glad I did. So take this Christmas Crowley piece!

[writingduhh]

Jschlatt || Deck The Halls

Inspired by my pookies love for christmas @lvrj4mie 😭❤️

Gradually, you rouse from your slumber, your ears catching the familiar strains of Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas" echoing throughout the house. A sigh escapes your lips as you reach for your phone on the bedside table, its bold white numbers revealing the unwelcome truth.

"9:00 AM, December 1st," you muttered, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

Your boyfriend, Schlatt, didn't just love Christmas; he absolutely adored it. Without fail, on the first day of December, his Christmas spirit would explode. The entire house would transform into a festive wonderland, with red and green lights, oversized stockings, a beautiful Christmas tree, and festive garlands appearing as if by magic.

Suddenly, a terrible shrieking sound emanated from the kitchen. Was the kettle boiling? Was there an animal in the house? After a moment, you realized it was Schlatt, singing his heart out to the blaring Christmas tunes.

Grabbing one of his oversized hoodies from the floor, you made your way to the kitchen, the music growing louder with each step.

"All I want for Christmas isssss YOUUUUUUU!" He screamed off-key, using a wooden spoon as a microphone.

"J, what are you doing? It's 9 AM on a Saturday," you grumbled, pressing the mute button on the speaker he had set up.

"Did you forget? C'mon, y/n, you can't forget!"

"I know, I know," you chuckled, hugging his shirtless torso from behind.

"Uh... Are those gingerbread men?" you questioned, pointing down to his festive-colored boxers.

"Of course, what else would I be wearing?" he playfully scoffed, holding out the fabric to show you.

"Well, they're great," you said, hugging him once more.

After having breakfast and taking a refreshing shower, it was time to deck the halls.

"Okay, first on the agenda is the tree, of course," he happily declared, pulling out the massive box holding the tree.

With Christmas music filling the air, you set up the tree. You and Schlatt had decided on a faux Christmas tree to avoid the mess and maintenance of a real one. Together, you opened the box and carefully unpacked the various sections. Piece by piece, you assembled the tree, fluffing out each branch to give it a full and lush appearance. Once it was securely in its designated spot, you stepped back to admire your handiwork.

"Perfect! Now, time for decorating!" he exclaimed, pulling out a big box of decorations.

One by one, you pulled out the beautiful ornaments, placing them delicately on the branches. With snow falling gently outside the window, Schlatt humming along to the ambient Christmas music, and the fireplace crackling, you felt completely at peace.

"There, the last ornament," he announced, placing the glass object on a tree branch.

Grinning, you sleepily draped your arms around his torso, resting your head against his shoulder. He responded with a gentle kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms snugly around your waist.

"It looks beautiful."

"Just like someone I know," he remarked, kissing your forehead again.

Taking in the beautiful scene, you became aware of the increasing challenge of keeping your eyes open. He smiled adoringly at you before suddenly sweeping you off your feet. You let out a surprised laugh as he carried you towards your shared bedroom.

"What're you doing?"

"Taking my baby to bed. You've been up since 9 AM."

"You realize that's a normal wake-up time, right?"

"Shhhh, you're not making sense because you're so tired," he teased, gently setting you on your side of the bed.

He drew back the duvet, creating a cozy space for you to crawl beneath the covers. Once you were settled in, he pulled the covers up to your neck, tucking you in snugly. The softness of the blankets enveloped you like a warm embrace, and you couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness.

"Goodnight, sleep well," he cooed, placing a soft kiss on your lips before turning toward the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" you pouted, emerging from your blanket cocoon.

"Oh, I was just going to finish setting up..."

"Can you come to sleep?" you begged, giving him your best puppy eyes.

"How can I say no to that face?" he chuckled, making his way to the opposite side of the bed and crawling under the sheets.

Immediately, you scooted closer, cuddling against his side. Contentedly sighing, he pulled you on top of him, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace.

The warmth of his embrace and the softness of the bed enveloped you in a cozy cocoon of comfort. His scent, a mixture of his favorite cologne and the faint aroma of fresh pine from the newly decorated Christmas tree, provided an inviting atmosphere. It was the perfect respite from the whirlwind of holiday preparations that had taken over the house.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 23 – POST-CA:CW

i just called to say that we are not never ever getting back together by misura

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,028 Tags: Flip Phone, Humor, Flirting

Summary: "You made a sex-ed video and you didn't tell me?"

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, I can't believe that this is what Tony is using the Flip Phone of Manly Man Pain for. Scratch that, I totally can. This fic is hilarious as hell, which is a feat considering that it's post-CW, but it's so funny that not even the slightest bit of angst has a chance to seep in. I love it, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out!

The Sweetest of Dreams by iam93percentstardust

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 1,081 Tags: Fix-It, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff

Summary: After coming back to the Compound, Steve takes a moment to breathe and return to his old room. Tony takes a moment to flirt and ask Steve out on their first official date.

Reasons why I love it: I think this might just be the most wholesome post-CW fic I've ever read. I love how MCU and 616 canon are mixed up in this, it gives me so many good vibes. And the Stony flirting is wonderful, they're such dorks in love. Please go and check this one out, it's amazing!

Locked Away by tarialdarion

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,326 Tags: Fix-It, Mutual Pining, The Phone

Summary: "Steve realizes he’s in love with Tony two months after Siberia. He sees dark hair, a flash of sunglasses from across the street and has an instant of joy, before disappointment sets in as the man turns around to reveal his face. The visceral feeling of regret and loneliness that follows is so sharp that Steve can’t breathe around it for a moment, swallowing everything down and hurrying away. Tony could always twist him up until he was yelling, laughing, screaming, smiling." or: Steve's always too late but maybe he can get it right this time.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is canon filtered through an angsty Stony lens, and it got me so damn emotional, it's not even funny. It hurts so good, and the ending just feels so right. I love this fic, and I hope you give it a shot for yourself!

they're singing deck the halls (but it's not like christmas at all) by writerkenna

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,098 Tags: Christmas, Phone Sex, Mutual Pining

Summary: Tony, as a general rule, doesn't like Christmas very much. But a call from a very important flip phone can help remedy that.

Reasons why I love it: Oh boys, you're such hopeless cases. Though not entirely hopeless, if that phone sex is anything to go by, hot damn. I love how quickly this fic escalates and how they both slowly but surely drop their facades and just tell each other how they feel. It's great, and I hope you give this fic a shot!

Flyover Country (Exes, Aliens and Cupcakes) by Sadisticsparkle (sadisticsparkle)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 3,056 Tags: Crack, Reconciliation, Hopeful Ending

Summary: Because the universe was more into pulp aesthetics than he had thought possible, that was his assigned mission now - find raccoon, ascertain origin, subdue him by any means possible, bring him in. ‘There has been a… development.’ ‘What is it, FRIDAY?’ ‘Captain Rogers seems to be in the area.’

Reasons why I love it: Who knew that Rocket is such a good matchmaker? I love how Steve and Tony go from bickering to 'wait, you like me?' - 'wait, you do too?' in about three seconds flat, it's so much fun. And the ending is super sweet. Definitely check this one out, it's fantastic!

[sunlight-star]

(ch3m is dancing, it's cringe to watch but they're having fun while he sings badly)

THEY'RE SINGING 'DECK THE HALLS' BUT IT'S NOT LIKE CHRISTMAS AT ALL

I REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE HERE, AND ALL THE FUN WE HAD LAST YEAR

(she laughs)

What are you doing?

[king-trollex-fangirl]

✨🎄Christmas Medley✨🎄 (Smiling Critters ft DeerDelight and LoolaLamb)

Keys: All

LoolaLamb

DeerDelight

DogDay

Picky Piggy

Craftycorn

CatNap

Kickin'Chicken

Beetrice Sunnybee

Hoppy Hopscotch

Bobby Bearhug

Bubba Bubbaphant

_________________________________________________

All: 🎶Deck the halls with boughs of holly

Fa-la-la-la-la

'Tis the season to be jolly

Fa-la-la-la-la

Don we now our gay apparel

Fa-la-la-la-la

Troll the ancient yule-tide carol

Fa-la-la-la-la🎶

LoolaLamb: 🎶Yeah~ Oh~

DeerDelight: I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

DogDay: I don't care about the presents!

Underneath the Christmas tree!

LoolaLamb, DeerDelight, DogDay: I just want you for my own

More than you can ever know

Make my wish come true!

All I want for Christmas (DeerDelight: Oh~ is you!) you!

LoolaLamb: You!~🎶

CatNap & Beetrice:🎶 Jingle bell,Jingle bell, Jingle bell rock

Beetrice: Jingle bells swing

And Jingle bells ring

CatNap: Snowing and blowing up bushes of fun

CatNap & Beetrice: Now the Jingle has begun

Jingle bell,Jingle bell,Jingle bell rock

Beetrice: Jingle bells chime

In Jingle bells time

CatNap: Dancing and prancing in Jingle bell square

CatNap & Beetrice: In the frosty air!🎶

Kickin': 🎶Oh the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful

And since we've no place to go

Kickin',Picky,Hoppy: Let it snow,let it snow,let it snow!

Picky: When we finally kiss goodnight!

Oh how I'll hate going out in the storm

Hoppy: But if you really hold me tight

Kickin',Picky,Hoppy: All the way home, I'll be warm!🎶

Crafty: 🎶It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas (Bubba: Christmas)

Crafty & Bubba: Everywhere you go

Crafty: Take a look at the five and ten

Bubba: Glistening once again

Crafty & Bubba: With candy canes and silver lanes aglow

Bubba: It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Crafty: Soon the bells would start

And the thing that will make them ring

Bubba: Is the carol that you sing

Crafty & Bubba: Right within your heart~🎶

Hoppy: 🎶Santa baby!

Bobby: Slip a sable under the tree

For me

Crafty: Been an awful good girl

DeerDelight: Santa baby~

Beetrice: And hurry down the chimney tonight

All Girls: And hurry down the chimney tonight~🎶

DogDay: 🎶You're a mean one,Mr. Grinch

CatNap: You really are a heel

Kickin': Your brain is full of spiders

Bubba: You have garlic in your soul,Mr. Grinch

CatNap: I wouldn't touch you...

All Boys: With a thirty-nine and half foot pole! 🎶

Crafty: 🎶I really can't stay (Bubba: Baby, it's cold outside)

DeerDelight: I got to go away (DogDay: Baby, it's cold outside)

LoolaLamb: This evening has been (DogDay: Been hoping you'd drop in)

Beetrice: So very nice~ (CatNap: I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice~)

Hoppy: I ought to say "No,no,no sir"(Kickin': Mind if I move in closer?)

Bobby: At least I'm gonna say that I tried (Bubba: What's the sense in hurting my pride?)

Picky: I really can't stay (Kickin': but baby don't hold out)

All: Ahh but it's cold outside~🎶

CatNap: 🎶Have yourself a Merry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

From now on,your troubles will be out...of sight

Beetrice: Through the years we will all be together

If the fates align...

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough...

CatNap & Beetrice: And have yourself a Merry little Christmas...now~🎶

[DogDay: "Uhh is it over?"

Bobby: "No! It's just getting better!"

CatNap: "But I'm tired!"]

DogDay: 🎶You better watch out!

Picky: You better not cry!

DogDay: You better not pout

I'm tellin' you why!

Hoppy: Santa Claus is coming to town!

CatNap & Beetrice: He sees you when you're sleeping

He knows when you're awake

Bobby & LoolaLamb: He knows when you've been bad or good

So be good for goodness sake!

Bubba: Oh,you better watch out

Crafty: You better not cry

Kickin': You better not pout and I'm tellin' you why!

All: Santa Claus is coming to town!

Santa Claus is coming to town!

Santa Claus is coming to town!

Santa Claus is coming to town!

Beetrice: Santa Claus is coming...~

DeerDelight: To town! To town!

All: Santa Claus is coming to town!!

A little early Christmas gift! ✨

Smiling Critters belong to Mob Entertainment/Poppy Playtime

DeerDelight belongs to @jade-green-butterfly

LoolaLamb belongs to @mintsuwu

Song: Christmas Medley YouTuber singers Collab

[elliebear75]

🎶 They're singing "Deck The Halls"

But it's not like Christmas at all

'Cause I remember when you were here

And all the fun we had last year 🎶

[elitadream]

@julena-joos Mario would know a lot of songs from Earth for sure, and he would greatly enjoy learning new ones from the toads! :D 🎵 The citizens would delight in hearing him assist the musicians with his warm and rich timbre, and they would often request a sample or chorus from him when there would be a good opportunity for it. ^-^

@living-the-dream-yall Oh, there are many options there! 😁 Jingle Bell Rock and Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree would be among the bros' favorites when they're goofing off while wrapping gifts or decorating their house. Peach would be swept up by the contagious joy of It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year and would twirl to its merry fanfare with glee. I can see the three of them singing along to Deck the Halls or sitting cozily on a couch and drinking hot chocolate to White Christmas. 🤗❄️

And on a slightly more wistful note, I imagine Mario quietly humming Grown Up Christmas List while the others would be asleep. 💙🌃

[the-lincyclopedia]

Winter holiday fics by lincyclopedia

Thanks for the tags, @cricketnationrise and @doggernaut! When you tagged me, I wasn't sure if I had any winter holiday fics. I have 12, across four fandoms. In my defense, I have over 200 fics total, so I lose track of what I've written sometimes. (Also, looking back through my AO3 account, it's like, man, I used to write. Unfortunately I've been too depressed to do much of that for a while now.) Anyway. Here's what I've got, organized by fandom:

Check Please

Deck the Halls with Balls of Holly

Ransom misunderstood the lyrics to "Deck the Halls," and he and Holster wind up making some interesting Christmas decorations for the Haus.

This is a super short one-shot featuring platonic Ransom & Holster friendship from Bitty's POV. (It's part of my series of fics based on misheard song lyrics.) The relevant holiday is Christmas.

Palentine's Day Karaoke

This fic is inspired by @softfloralbro's story "Shitty Knight's Palentine's Day Spectacular" and is basically a karaoke playlist wrapped in narration. The basic idea is that SMH has a karaoke party on Valentine's Day, and everyone serenades their friends. Set in February of Year 2.

This fic is full of SMH friendship, music, and not much else. The relevant holiday is Valentine's Day.

In Your Warmth I Forget How Cold It Can Be

In a world where the graduation kiss never happened, it's winter break of Bitty's senior year, and Bitty and Jack are both out and single. The plan is for Bitty to spend New Year's Eve with Jack at Jack's condo, but that plan goes awry when Bitty and Jack return from the airport to find a homophobic slur painted on Jack's parking space. TW for homophobia.

Basically, this is canon-divergent Zimbits getting together. The relevant holiday is New Year's Eve.

too long i've been afraid (of losing love i guess i've lost)

Dex gets disowned after coming out as gay. SMH is there for him.

Basically, angst, hurt/comfort, and platonic Frogs content, plus some platonic Dex & Bitty. The relevant holiday is Christmas.

Five Times Lukas Was Homesick Plus One Time He Didn’t Have to Be

It can be hard to go to school in another country where everyone speaks a different language and no one celebrates your holidays. Luckily, Lukas has friends to help when he’s homesick.

Okay, this is a 5+1 and only one of the scenes is actually about a winter holiday, but I like that scene, so I'm including this fic on the list. The relevant holiday is St. Lucia Day.

When Lucia Day Dawns

For Lukas's senior project as a music major, he has to plan/lead a public music performance. He decides to form a choir to sing Swedish Lucia/Advent/Christmas songs on St. Lucia Day (December 13). This is the Friday before finals and everything is stressful—until the concert starts and suddenly it’s perfect.

This is another Lukas-centric fic about being Swedish. The relevant holiday is St. Lucia Day.

Carry On

Right Now

A one-shot set during Christmas break of Simon and Agatha's fifth year at Watford. Even though they're not ultimately meant to be, they made sense as a couple once.

This is very jossed by Any Way the Wind Blows, but I still kind of like it. It's pre-canon Simon/Agatha. The relevant holiday is Christmas.

Stranded

After leaving Baz's house and dropping Penny off in London, Simon and Agatha get stranded in a ditch in the middle of a snowstorm. Ex awkwardness ensues.

Unlike "Right Now," this fic features Simon and Agatha as exes. The relevant holiday is Christmas.

Sounds Like a Date

Baz is a barista stuck working on Christmas Eve. Simon is a handsome customer.

This is a coffee shop AU featuring a Snowbaz meet-cute. The relevant holiday is Christmas.

Yuri on Ice

Ice Quality

One of Yuuri's college friends invites him to spend Christmas with her family, and Celestino approves as long as Yuuri promises to skate while he's there. Trouble is, the town's indoor rink is closed for renovations. A one-shot set during Yuuri's time in college in Detroit.

This is a pre-canon platonic Yuri & OFC fic. The relevant holiday is Christmas.

Happy New Year, Otabek!

Yuri and Otabek have been best friends for four years, and Yuri's had a crush on Otabek for a while, but he never expected Otabek to like him back. Until, that is, Otabek gets drunk at the Grand Prix Final banquet and says some things Yuri doesn't expect. It's going to be a very interesting New Year's celebration in Almaty . . .

This is a post-canon Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek, and it's the only multi-chapter fic on this list (though it's still pretty short). The relevant holiday is New Year's Eve.

Sherlock

Over the Table and through the Giggles

John has insisted on hosting a Christmas party. Again. Everyone but Sherlock is drinking, and John is telling stories about Sherlock, and suddenly Sherlock decides to kiss John. Plotless fluff.

This is a canon-divergent Johnlock getting-together scene based more heavily than you might guess on my sober-but-sleep-deprived friends and me being ridiculous in high school. The relevant holiday is Christmas.

I'm guessing a lot of people have been tagged, especially from the Check Please fandom, but I'm going to try to pull in some Queen's Thief folks. I tag @worldsentwined, @newtsoftheworldunite, @hoeratius, @eponymiad, and anyone else who wants to play!

[donovankinard]

⋆⋅welcome⋅⋆ call me ellis. he/him pronouns. trans, pansexual. fanboy. chronically online, i write fanfics and poetry. i stand with palestine. ambiverted infp-t. type six. sagittarius. gmt +9:30. founding fuck. just a jolly little fella tryna get by. i run @onedirectionandblank, the @bemyvalentinechallenge, and @thecornerwehaunt - please check them out.

autumnleavesforwinter -> holes-in-my-false-confidence -> timecanalwayshealyou -> roundagaininanemotionalblender -> theblackdog-taylorsversion -> fandomestloser

⋆⋅links⋅⋆ my ao3 my spotify discord: loneolecowboy - dms welcome.

fandom list, fic masterpost, requests, asks, tags beneath the cut

⋆⋅fandoms⋅⋆

one direction/solo - this is my main fandom. i rb all sorts, i discuss music, and i write fanfics. my main 1d fic atm is on hiatus. will be a few months before i return to it.

hamilton - this is my other main fandom. i rb my mutuals fics, and the occasional fanart. i discuss the songs and write fanfics. my main wip atm, watch the sun rise, is being updated as regularly as i can make work!

5sos - side fandom. i dont fic around here, but i *do* talk about their music a little bit (and calum. because like. calum.)

marauders - side fandom. i write fanfics (predominantly wolfstar) - all linked below.

rwrb - side fandom. i write fanfics, again, linked below.

heartstopper - side fandom. currently only wip fanfics, but hoping to get some out soon! mostly tara&darcy.

nevermoor - side fandom. currently only wips - mostly morrigan&cadence or hawthorne&___ fics atm.

noah kahan - side fandom. i discuss music and cry a lot. like a lot lot. was at melb. n1 of the stick season tour<3 (acoustic set!! view between villages!! passenger!! help me!!!!!) (seriously please leave asks/reach out, i love talking about noah.)

others:

ed sheeran

hozier

olivia rodrigo

conan gray

billie eilish + finneas

sabrina carpenter

doctor who

taylor swift

⋆⋅complete works⋅⋆

1d:

underneath the mistletoe - larry stylinson christmas au

tear away my tattoos - larry stylinson break-up au

just for a moment - larry stylinson break-up au

grey hairs - larry stylinson old age au

greatest fear - larry stylinson 1D reunion au

hold on - larry stylinson mental health au

orange juice - larry stylinson break-up au

gone - zayn's death au

they're singing deck the halls - larry stylinson advent calendar fic

challenge collections (including wolfstar, firstprince, 1d, hamilton)

whumptober 2023 - masterpost.

whumpcember 2023

whumpuary 2024 - masterpost

⋆⋅ongoing works⋅⋆

1d:

caffeine factor - ziam mayne coffee shop au - on hiatus.

letters from my bedroom floor - poetry compilation

hamilton:

watch the sun rise - fic post

⋆⋅coming soon⋅⋆

forever - fic post coming soon

2011 - fic post coming soon

painkillers series - series + fic posts coming soon

⋆⋅requests⋅⋆

i take fanfiction requests for almost any tropes and pairings, in the fandoms listed above. no explicit sexual content, no non-con underage, no a/b/o dynamics, and no y/n fics requests. one shots will most likely be written and posted within two months, depending on my personal schedule, and the complexity of the request.

⋆⋅tags⋅⋆

#mutuals - my lovely mooties #ask answered - asks #ellis is at it again - me completely bullshitting my way through life/being a complete dumbass. #ellis is angry again - me ranting/getting political

⋆⋅asks⋅⋆

ask whatever. be respectful. or dont. i dont really care.

⋆⋅mutuals⋅⋆

my lovely mutuals; @jittyjames 💙 @enchantedlandcoffee @keeganisabluegreener 💕 @felizusnavidad @surrowndedbylights💡 @fansykiltentragedry @queerhoodie @elledino @loveheartslouis @larrysballetslippers @braverytattoos @littleohs @hellolovers13 @parmahamlarrie @l0veproof @cc-horan28 🥔 @ravenclawdirectioner @mynightsoutofsight @weeping-in-the-willows 🍭 @skeelly @fandomgirl1999 @idontwanttobeabuzzkill @allll-these-ruins 🔞 @evilteapot 🫖 @lighter-like-a-feather 💋 @like-the-stars-i-shine @youareinlovetv @faintedlcve @abodyhasbeenfound 🌌 @anniesmusingsoneverything @starduckys 🦆 @lonelydncers @berryzxx @runwiththerain @foaming-sea @bodybetters @a-beautiful-fool 🦋 @half-eaten-baguetteee @fresasconsal @alltheliars 🔪 @i-must-confess-i-am-an-idiot 🍁 @kurtcobainsgreencardigan 🩷 @octoberconstellation @stars-over-ice-cream @rep-meow-tay-tion 🌻 @justlikeyou

(i am at some point going to assign you all like. emojis or tags or something. it is just 1:18am and im delirious so not right now.) (also this is absolutely everyone i follow who follows me back. i would like to get closer to a lot of these people, as i dont talk much to most of them. i also am always up for meeting new mutuals but im socially awkward so you gotta reach out lmao.)

⋆⋅thank you⋅⋆

this post is regularly updated for challenges/works/links, etc.