#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

[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.

stranger things masterlist

[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?”

[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!

[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!

[thefootnotes]

⋆⋅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.

[arrowheadedbitch]

Does anybody wanna know how I memorized the beat to the gravity falls theme as a kid? No? Well, I'm gonna tell you anyway.

(This is super embarrassing, why am I admitting this online, oh god)

...

[Sung to the beat of the best part of the song]

They're singing deck the halls

But it's not like Christmas at all

I remember when you were here

When you were!

Dundundudndjdundusnsjn.

[barris-events]

"Blue is the most human colour" (Regina Spektor)

Thomas and Richard go see Snow White (released in December 1937)

Molesley attempts to give Richard dating advice

Snowed in together

Richard gives Thomas a nice dark red sweater for Christmas as a gift (to them both)

Thomas gets a letter (or letters) from someone he treated while in the RAMC

“In the night when the moon is large, the world spreads blue in every direction." (Lynda Barry, Cruddy)

Richard overhears some more classic Downton bullying along the lines of "Thomas Barrow has kissed many a man" because to some of Thomas's (ex) colleagues, every man is one too many

"The mood is right, the spirits up. We’re here tonight, and that’s enough.” (Paul McCartney, Wonderful Christmastime)

Mod AU with neighbours Thomas and doctor!Richard in which Thomas knocks on Richard's door, asking if Richard could patch him up

Thomas takes Teo on long walks as a ruse to meet up with Richard

Thomas helping George eat his vegetables, possibly during the royal visit, and Richard sees him

"Oh, the fire is slowly dying. And, my dear, were still goodbye-ing. But as long as you love me so, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.”

“And when I'm feeling alone, you remind me of home.” (TS, Christmas Tree Farm)

“I found what I was looking for, a love that's meant for me. A heart that's mine completely, knocked me right off my feet.” (Kelly Clarkson, Underneath the Tree)

“It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, toys in every store. But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be on your own front door.” (Bing Crosby, It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas)

“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.” (Darlene Love, Christmas (Baby Please Come Home))

A hallmark Christmas plot where usually cynical about festive things Thomas falls in love with the cute ornament designer Richard Ellis

worrying about finding a Christmas present that is neither too little nor too much to someone far away

Mod AU where the bauble designing workshop is a team building exercise and Richard notices Thomas keeps being left out

If I should lose you, the stars would fall from the sky

If I should lose you, leaves would wither and die

The birds in May-time - they'd sing a mournful refrain

And I would wander around - hating the sound of rain

With you beside me, the rose would bloom in the snow

With you beside me, no winds of winter would blow

(Ralph Rainger & Leo Robin, listen)

A series of dates where one or other of them can’t focus because their work-honed senses are being offended by crimes such as a teapot at an incorrect angle, a waiter’s ill-fitting jacket, poorly polished cutlery, a too-true to life overheard impression of the king, etc.

"Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won't. This is what love is."

You can find the Nice image prompts here, and the Naughty ones here. Feel free to use whatever bits you like, and happy creating! ♥️🎄✨🌶♥️

[magicalberserk]

Microwave Society Quote Starters rp meme [Bren edition]

"If covid-19 doesn't take you out, can I?"

"The Lion King is a Shakespeare play but for furries."

"You know, if I was [their] parent, I would really hope that [they] loves [their] new foster family."

"I am NOT going to Ohio! In fact, I'm going the opposite direction!"

"You know what I wish I had in my hands right now? A gun, so I could shoot whoever made this."

"Did none of the grown people [who decided on this] realize that and go 'You know what? Maybe you should not.'"

"I'm gonna murder two children tonight."

"Someone's halls are getting decked."

"I have no friends and I'm not gonna start now!"

"The only problem with that is the fact that I don't care."

"It's the Pogger Express!"

"This is a sports competition! Why did you have GRENADES!?"

"Nothing personal, but you are the worst being/s I've ever encountered."

"We're not gonna feed [name] unless you buy a shirt."

"I'm gonna put my head in a guillotine."

"Nobody that works here is sad, 'cause if they are sad they're dead."

"Snip snap, your opinion is crap!"

"If we barrel to our deaths, at least we'll be singing a really cool song!"

"Your parents didn't love you and no one else will either."

"Gamers! Rise up!"

"You're boiling my vibe! You are heating my vibe to 212°F bro!"

"I will forever remember the sound of a dodgeball hitting you in the face. That's a sound that stays with you for the rest of your life."

"I don't care if they know they're bad! I want them to know they're bad!"

"By that logic, potatoes are also very hilarious."

"Oh god I forgot this was a musical! NOOOOO!"

"This is the beginning of my villain arc."

"[I'm] like, microwaving [my] dinner, waiting for [my] hotpocket, and this demon walks in [my] door."

"I forgot [their] name but [they're] pretty cool."

"You know, I hate to break it to you, uh, but you're wrong."

"I wish the motion would stop."

"Check out my new invention: gun!"

"Yeah, they probably built that wall because of you."

"If I could be a fish, I would be."

"This is a call for help. I haven't eaten in days."

"The [insert group/establishment name] does not care for the lives of of children."

"As a pianist, you make me wanna tear my hair out."

"Merry Christmas! [Explosion]"

"Picture this: it's seven am, you just woke up. You eat your hypothetical eggs and bacon. You walk out to the bus and two minutes later you're experiencing fifteen Gs."

"Are you tired of sleeping on popsicle sticks?"

"My grandma's cooking dinner. [Smoke alarm goes off]"

"Technically pirate ships are just really big sailboats."

"To me, he's just a normal frog!"

"Joke's on you, there was a landmine RIGHT there."

"Everyone clapped. Obama was there."

[33max]

Christmaxiel Day Two - Ugly Sweaters 🧶

“Daniel, you can't be serious...” Max says, he's wearing a nice button down white shirt, smart jeans and his usual canvas shoes have been replaced by leather ankle boots. He has even put some wax in his often fluffy hair. Daniel is absolutely going to struggle to keep his hands to himself tonight because Max looks... wow.

This is the first year since 2018 that Daniel is attending the Red Bull Christmas party. As soon as he had signed his reserve driver contract for 2023 Christian had invited him to the party, a way to see everyone again before the 2023 season gets underway.

“What do you mean?” Daniel asks, playing dumb. He knows exactly what Max is talking about.

“That... sweater! You can't be serious!” Max’s eyes betray his words though, because they're sparkling with amusement.

Daniel’s sweater is on the more eccentric side. It is a bright Christmas tree green, with tinsel, baubles and even colourful flashing lights woven into the material. He's essentially dressed as a human Christmas tree.

“Don’t you like it Max?” Daniel asks, putting on a fake pout. “Don’t you think I look handsome?”

That gets a proper laugh out of Max, but as usual he can't be anything other than one hundred percent honest, “I of course think you look handsome in everything, but that sweater is the ugliest thing I've ever seen.”

“Exactly, Maxy,” Daniel says, slipping his shoes on and then pressing a kiss to his boyfriends lips. Once they leave this hotel room they will have to pretend to be just friends. Just close friends. Nobody at Red Bull can know about them, especially now that Daniel is part of the team again.

“Daniel, should I have worn an ugly sweater?” Max asks him, a little frown forming on his forehead. “Do you think I look okay?”

“Maxy, you look amazing,” Daniel tells him, “Plus, I’m not sure you could pull this off, it's too high fashion for you.”

Max rolls his eyes at him, but he has a huge smile on his face. He's so glad Daniel is back at Red Bull, and only partly because it means he doesn't have to attend the Christmas party by himself.

“Press one of my baubles...” Daniel tells him just before they leave, eyes shining with mischief.

Max prods one of the baubles, and Daniel’s sweater starts fucking singing at him. Great.

Deck the halls with boughs of holly

Fa la la la la, la la la la

'Tis the season to be jolly

Fa la la la la, la la la la

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 23 – POST-CA:CW

MASTERPOST

Here are all the fics I recommended this week. For the more thorough recs, see the posts by clicking the corresponding numbers:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

We're not broken, so please come home by IronSwordStarShield (SweetFanfics) (1)

Over Sea, Under Stars by vorkosigan (2)

Forms of Love by bear_bell (2)

The Crying Game by fohatic (2)

The Ruins of Babel: Series by WhenasInSilks (3)

Cosmic Love by emquin (4)

Steve's Darkest Desire by AvocadoLove (5)

it's been a long year (since we last spoke) by Anonymous (5)

Meeting the Avengers by firstpynch (5)

May 3rd by nanasekei (5)

Another Chance (The Complete Honesty Remix) by laireshi (5)

sheron (6)

Evidence of Things Unsaid Better in Time your eyes have their silence North (Northwest to Nowhere Remix) Exit Wounds (The No Exit Remix)

i just called to say that we are not never ever getting back together by misura (7)

The Sweetest of Dreams by iam93percentstardust (7)

Locked Away by tarialdarion (7)

they're singing deck the halls (but it's not like christmas at all) by writerkenna (7)

Flyover Country (Exes, Aliens and Cupcakes) by Sadisticsparkle (sadisticsparkle) (7)

[landlady73]

It's Christmas

Baby, please come home

(Yeah!)

The snow's coming down

I'm watching it fall

Watching the people around

Baby please come home

The church bells in town

They're ringing a song

What a happy sound

Baby please come home

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

Pretty lights on the tree

I'm watching 'em shine

You should be here with me

Baby please come home

Baby please come home

Baby please come home

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

If there was a way

I'd hold back these tears

But it's Christmas day

Baby please come home

Ohh...

Baby please come home

Baby please come home

Baby please come home

Ohh...

Baby please come home

Baby please come home

[writerkenna]

one line, any fic

rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

Tagged by @livingincolorsagain ! Thanks, this was a lot of fun!

You’re my Obsession, Forever and a Day

He deserved more than Eames’s charming, vague, indefinite attitude towards them, had earned it from years of this exchange between them.

Not Our Time

It’s been so long since they’ve kissed, just kissed, and Sam thinks he could weep as he tastes the salt and sweetness of Bucky.

we’ve always been impossible

Possibly for this reason, or maybe because it’s been nearly a month since Bucky has seen anyone but Sam and his doctors and his sense of decorum and social boundaries has crumbled, Bucky rushes Sarah the second she comes through the door and slams her hand down flat to the side of his stomach with a delighted shout of ‘feel this shit!’

Stumble and Fall Your Way to Each Other

Every time you try to give her up, cut off from that less than forgiving drug that is being fucking weak for her, Lisa has given you one look or one word or one touch with her delicate little fingertips and you fall headfirst.

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

Tony had been halfway reclining against some of his pillows on his bed before Steve said that, but once the words are out, he bolts upright so quick that everything he’s drunk rushes up at once to his head

Hot Tubs Are Not Effective Modes of Contraception

And then, Sam’s so happy and overwhelmed and tired and worked over and insane and flustered he’s laughing, Bucky’s telling him to shut up and that the kids are sleeping, and, in the wee hours of the night, they are deciding to have a third kid.

you’re havin’ my baby (what a lovely way of sayin' how much you love me)

“You’re gonna be fine,” Steve murmurs to Tony, “Howard’s choices don’t determine yours. I mean, I think the way you’ve remade Stark Industries makes that fairly obvious. You’re so much more than what he gave you. Also, we have each other. That helps. Right?”

Parts of a Whole

“Just, don’t start with the prequels, okay? Let yourself fall in love with the Ewoks before you have to sit through Jar Jar Binks. Trust me on this,” Sam had said with that smile of his. Bucky had hid his flush and taken the DVDs.

why, why (did I ever let you go)

“It’s okay,” Peter jumps to assure, “I don’t need anything from you, except to stay for the wedding. And … and for you to … to tell me if you’re my other dad?”

Guess That This Must Be The Place

Bucky feels an odd rush of joy at their mutual distaste for Scott’s over the top doting, one he decides he might as well capitalize on, considering his mood could be described as overall ‘lethargic’ for the past few weeks.

I’m sorry if I tag anyone who’s already been tagged, just ignore me!

@finnsafropick @iamgalicia @late-to-the-party-81 @christywantspizza @problematicturtle @glittercake @angelmichelangelo