#and of course holidays that are celebrated all month long like halloween and christmas

[emeraldspiral]

You know, I always thought it'd be cool if Gravity Falls had like a Christmas special where Dipper and Mabel return to GF to spend time with their grunkles over the holidays. But like, if they did a full revival where they're sent back to GF for an entire summer to go on a brand new adventure, they could have like a whole season that canonically takes place from June 1st-June 30th and every single episode features pride decor and references to pride events and pride-themed money making schemes.

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part twenty-nine

summary: you were back in the capitol, and you would be damned if you didn't try your hardest to make it worthwhile.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: ahh shit really hits the fan in this one oops

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

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"Coryo." You hum, knocking on your boyfriend's doorframe.

He looks up from his desk, smiling as he sees you standing in the door. You were still wearing what you had worn to class that day, a button up shirt he had bought for you with the orange skirt Tigris made, short and simple as if it was made by your own mother. It matched perfectly with his own mother's scarf that you always wore out, that was left draped over your shoulders. You were looking at him like you needed something, and it just made him light up.

"Love," He closes his book and stands up. "What do you need?" He asks, quickly pushing up his unstyled hair out of his face- the curls were beginning to come back, but they weren't quite as long as they once were. When he's with you, which is almost always, he makes a very conscious effort to keep it up and away from his face.

Your hands are tucked behind your back, nervously twisting your fingers. "Why must you assume that I need something?" You giggle.

"Because I know that look." He pokes your nose as he gets close enough to do so, now standing a foot away and looking at you expectantly.

"Okay, fine." You sigh. "I was wondering if you had any plans for Halloween."

"Hallo-what?" He asks, tilting his head at you. Your jaw drops.

"Halloween." You say again, wondering if it was possible he just misheard you.

He laughs, eyebrows raised in clear confusion.

"You don't know what Halloween is? You don't celebrate here?" You gasp.

"No, sorry."

"Oh my god, okay. Well, we must do something." You clap excitedly.

"Slow down, darling. You're gonna have to tell me what it is before I can agree." He chuckles, holding a hand out you to stop you before you got too excited.

"Okay, okay." You agree. "So, it's a holiday, similar to Christmas if you have that."

"Of course we have Christmas."

"How was I supposed to know?" You laugh. "Anyway, it's mostly for little kids, but still. Basically, on the last day of the month everyone dresses up in costumes of monsters or animals or different jobs- whatever you want, and the kids go knocking door to door and adults will give them treats."

"Treats." He states, but it comes out more like a question.

"Yes. Like cookies, or candy if you have it, really anything." You grin, nodding at him excitedly. "My Ma usually makes fudge."

"Okay..." Coryo laughs. "So... sorry, I'm confused. What do we do? Hand out candy to kids who won't come because no one's heard of it here?"

"That's the best part!" You clap. "We aren't parents; old enough to be stuck handing out candy, and we aren't young enough to go trick or treating, so we get to have the most fun."

"Okay..." He urges you on.

"We get to have a party!"

"A party." He eyes you a little bit skeptically.

"Yes!"

"Since when do you like to party?" He seems wholly unconvinced.

"I don't, but it's tradition! I always have fun, I just don't drink much anymore. It'll be good to make friends, Coryo. Please?"

"Anymore?" He laughs, but quickly shakes his head to stay focussed on what you were asking of him. "Love, I wish we could but I don't know where we'd have a party, we can't have it here."

You frown, thinking for a moment. "Oh! I'll call Sej." You grin, already bounding off down the hall toward the phone.

That was that, he couldn't change your mind even if he desired to- but really, if a party would make you happy, then you would get a party. He would make sure of it.

You had spent weeks handing out invitations to the other people in your classes, most of which, as you noticed, ended up in the trash cans or littering the halls. You didn't let it bother you, Coryo insisted that people just didn't tend to hold on to those kinds of things and it didn't mean they wouldn't come. (What you didn't know, was his near-constant cleanup efforts of asking anyone he knew or had classes with to come to his "costume party"- and people didn't like to say no to Coriolanus Snow.)

You had come up with a plan. Coryo would say it was his party, and he would be hosting it at the Plinth's estate. You couldn't run the risk of putting your name on the idea, especially after your interview assuring parents that you were just there to learn- not fraternize. You didn't mind, you knew more people would want to come if it was his party, and that it wasn't a "Halloween" party. Just a costume party that happened to land on the district holiday that none of these kids nor their parents knew about. Hopefully.

You were incredibly excited. You spent the days after Sejanus's parents left town over there making decorations, and begrudgingly, Coryo joined you after realizing you weren't only there to drop things off.

He never pictured himself spending so much money on orange and black coloured paper, but here he was. The list of things he would do for you is growing by the day, surprising even himself.

You had put a lot of time into your costumes, with Tigris's help over the last couple of weeks. It wasn't anything crazy, just a white dress and some small angel wings, and for Coryo a gray shirt with leather straps, some light chain mail on the shoulders, and silver sleeves. You were very proud of them, but you hadn't shown him yet. You would be Romeo and Juliet, and you thought it was just perfect.

You smile as you knock on his bedroom door, already in your costume. You would get there a little early to help Sejanus with some final touches, but you did have a lot of people confirm with Coryo that they were coming. You were excited.

He opens the door, his breath dying out in his throat as he takes in your outfit. He must have died and gone to heaven. "Well hello, angel." He grins as he regains himself, opening the door fully for you to come in.

"Do you like it?" You ask, giving a quick spin even as you're holding his matching costume behind your back.

"You look beautiful." He says quietly, nodding as he eyes how the white satin clings to your figure. He couldn't think of a more fitting costume for you; although to him, you always looked like an angel. But now, more beautiful than ever. Ethereal. "It's stunning, love."

"Thank you!" You smile, pulling his forward and holding the folded mix of fabrics up to him. "This is yours."

"Mine?" He asks, a confused smile on his face as he grabs it and unfolds it carefully. "What is it?"

"You're a knight!" You say, clapping your hands together excitedly. "Well, you're Romeo as a knight. And I'm Juliet." You grin, holding the hem of your dress and prompting him to look at it again.

"Romeo and Juliet." He chuckles, nodding slightly as he looks between the two.

"Yeah!" You smile excitedly. "Romeo! Here's drink. I drink to thee."

He laughs, nodding as he closes the door behind you and pulls off his shirt to put on the costume you made for him. "I love it, Y/N/N. Thank you."

"Of course." You nod excitedly. "I've always wanted to do a couples costume."

"Is that a thing?" He asks, getting ready to pull it over his head.

"Yes. It's so sweet! Couples will wear matching costumes and that's how you know they're together, I always loved looking at other peoples." You explain. "My parents always do matching costumes. One year, they both dressed up as cats. My mom made the ears out of felt, and they carried Tybs to the door with them to hand out candy. It was so cute. Like I said, they do matching costumes every year."

In your rambling, you don't notice how he freezes up completely, face falling. Hesitantly, he pulls it over his head. "How do I look?" He asks, gluing a smile back on.

You smile, nodding at him. "So handsome, Coryo." You confirm. "Tigris helped me make it."

"It's... a little uncomfortable." He tells you, pretending to adjust the light chainmail that hung over his chest.

You frown, reaching out to help him adjust it for a moment. "Is that better?"

He hates to do this- it fits perfectly, but he can't have people knowing you're together. Not yet. "Uh..." The hopeful look in your eyes breaks his heart. "Yeah, that's better." He nods, relieved by the smile that returns to your face.

"Are you ready to go, then?" You ask, tilting your head at him.

"Just give me ten minutes, love. Would you mind gathering up our drinks?" He asks, kissing your forehead.

"Of course, Romeo." You giggle, turning on your heel and leaving, closing the door gently behind you.

He hates himself for what he knows has to do.

When you got to Sejanus's house, you were practically vibrating with excitement as you ran around hanging up decorations and placing and replacing drinks and snacks on the tables, moving them around.

"Sej?" You ask, standing on a stool to be able to reach up above a doorframe.

"Yeah?" He calls back from across the room, turning to look at you.

"I'm out of tape, could you grab me another roll? We brought some, it's in the kitchen. Coryo will tell you which bag." You explain and he nods, giving you a quick thumbs up as he walks by and down the hall. 

Walking into the entrance to the kitchen, his eyes go wide.

There's Coryo, holding out the front of his shirt over the sink and pouring a glass of red wine down the front. Extremely, very intentionally.

"Uh... what are you doing?" He asks, and Coryo's head snaps up, eyes panicked.

"Uh, shit, I..." He laughs slightly, placing the glass down quickly and turning on the tap. "I tripped and, god I don't really know. I'm just trying to get this out..."

Sejanus nodded slightly, trying to hide how unconvinced he was. "I don't know if that will come out." He states.

"Shit..." Coryo sighs, albeit dramatically. If Sejanus hadn't just seen him do what he just did, he would be convinced. Coryo would make a good actor. "Well... Do you have something else I could wear?"

"Yeah... uh, yeah. Just go into my closet and help yourself." Sejanus tells him, gesturing down the hall.

"Thanks," Coryo says, brushing past him eagerly all ready to go and change into something else.

Your friend swallows, watching him as he disappears down the hall. Sejanus knew you had spent hours putting together that costume for him, could he even tell you that he saw Coryo ruin it on purpose? It would break your heart- but he did really want to know why.

Sejanus couldn't tell you. You were having fun, or at least trying to, and he didn't want to ruin that. People were talking to you, and to him, which was kind of new territory for the both of you. Your interview and your kindness in classes and to everyone you met did wonders for your reputations as "District kids". Surprisingly, your classmates had lots of questions and none of them seemed to have any real problems with you in a less pressurized setting. The alcohol was likely a contributing factor.

"Yes! Well, we'd go to the lake a lot. Oh! So, one time, my brother and I spent all day dragging this old barrel up a cliffside just to hang it off a tree at the top. We just spent our time doing the most random stuff." You giggle over the music, clutching your glass to your chest as you continue on a conversation with Hilarius, who you saw as a new friend even though Coryo wasn't his biggest fan. You had probably a little bit too much to drink, spurred on by your nervousness.

"A barrel..?" Hilarius laughs, tilting his head at you. 

"Well, yeah, what kind of stuff did you do for fun, then?" You ask over the loud music.

"Chess, I suppose. Reading, I don't know. Fun wasn't really on the schedule." He explains.

"Well, I'd rather drag a barrel up a hill than do nothing, wouldn't you?" You laugh.

"Touché." He tilts his glass at you before taking a sip.

"Y/N, can I steal you for a second?" You hear Sejanus say in your ear, suddenly beside you and you nod, politely dismissing yourself from the conversation.

You follow him down the hall to an empty corner. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to tell you. "I'm sorry about Coryo's costume, I know you worked hard on it." He says honestly.

"It is okay. Spills happen." You smile.

"Well, yes..." He agrees, looking around quickly to make sure he can't spot Coryo's blonde hair in the vicinity. It was a rare moment he wasn't with you, so now was his only shot. "But... it wasn't an accident."

"What do you mean?" You ask, tilting your head at him with a slightly nervous smile.

"Y/N I... I watched him pour the wine on it. Like, very intentionally."

You don't know what to say, slightly shocked. After a moment of him watching your expression evolve, you begin to laugh. "No, no. Sej, I love you, but how much did you drink before we got here? Because he wouldn't-"

"Nothing." He answers shortly, giving a firm shake of his head. "Not a drop, Y/N/N. I swear."

Your smile fades slightly at his abrupt statement. "Well..." You say quietly. "Why would he do that?"

"I don't know, but I know better than to be the one to bring it up to him. You should ask."

"I mean, he said it wasn't very comfortable before we left the house. Maybe he just didn't want to hurt my feelings." You smile to yourself, nodding as you decide.

"By ruining something you made for him? Yeah, that'll spare your feelings." Sejanus scoffs, looking past you once more to make sure Coriolanus wasn't nearby.

"He tried to spare them, I assume." You sigh, giving him a reassuring smile in hopes that he won't let it worry him. "It's okay. Thank you, Sej, for telling me, but it's really not a big deal."

The knowledge that Coryo ruined his costume on purpose was eating you alive. The feeling of dread sat deep in your chest where it apparently couldn't be drowned out with more wine or posca or anything that you could find or was offered to you. It made you so horribly sad, that even though you couldn't seem to find your boyfriend in any room of the large house you weren't sure if you even wanted to.

Talking to strangers helped, meeting new people. Some people you shared classes with, and you could mostly discuss that. It was a lot of explaining and reexplaining that people in the Districts were more or less normal, just with less access to resources. You got a few laughs out of that, but a surprising amount of understanding nods. Maybe all hope wasn't lost.

You were here to have fun. It wasn't like Halloween parties back home, and the sheer volume of boys in their own father's old peacekeeper uniforms was chilling to you. Even back home, where you knew those old uniforms were lying folded up in an attic somewhere, very few kids would dare touch them even to make a joke out of it. You couldn't take it anymore, deciding to just step out onto the back patio to get some fresh air.

The air hits your lungs and brushes over your skin, instantly giving you chills but you don't mind. Hearing talking over to your right, you take a look only to see Coryo with a few of your classmates, smiling as he leaned back against the wall of the house. A couple of faces you recognized, and one you didn't.

You smile as you walk over to them, squeezing in next to Coryo. "Clemmie, Livia. It's good to see you." You smile at them, and Clemmie gives a polite nod while Livia just takes another sip out of her glass while the other boy with them just continues talking.

"I don't believe we've met, sorry." You smile at him during a break in his story, extending a hand to him. "My name is Y/N. What's yours?"

He laughs, hesitantly shaking your hand. "Festus. Festus Creed." He tells you.

"Lovely to meet you, Festus." You grin. "Are you a friend of Coryo's?"

"Yeah, you could say that." He chuckles and you look up at your boyfriend who suddenly looks annoyed, rolling his eyes.

"I just love meeting his friends." You smile excitedly. "Are you studying at the university? I haven't seen you before." You say, folding your arm around Coryo's and he tenses up, not so subtly shaking you off.

You look up at him for a moment, a confused smile on your face from his actions.

"Would you mind giving me some space?" He asks coldly, almost glaring at you. Your eyes flick to his, but it's dark. They're cold, icy blue even in the poor lighting. His cheeks are flushed, but maybe that's from the chill.

"Oh, sorry." You laugh nervously, taking a step back and abandoning your conversation. "I... um, I'm gonna go get some water. It was nice to see you." You wave quickly to his friends, turning and heading for the door.

"Sorry, apparently my tribute gets touchy when she drinks." You hear Coriolanus laugh behind you as you enter the house again. It was met by laughs from the rest of the group he was with, and your heart dropped practically out of your chest and onto the floor. You wouldn't have been shocked if you looked down and saw your white dress absorbing the remains of your heart.

Your white feather angel wings catch on the curtain of the door as you close it behind you, and you want to scream and rip them off as you feel tears well up in your eyes. You look around for your best route of escape, feeling the familiar tightness in your chest begin to build.

You'll have to go along the wall- clinging to the outside of the room as you avoid the chaos of the middle in an effort to make it up to Sejanus's room. You'd be alone there.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you keep your head up, eyes locked on the entrance to the foyer with the large staircase, which you know you can take to get to your friend's room. Your fight or flight is kicking in, you think, as the music and laughter and voices fade into nothing. You almost expect the familiar clang of a metal weapon to sound out in front of you as it slams into the wall- but you have to make a very conscious effort to remind yourself that you aren't in the arena anymore. Even if it felt like it more and more with every step.

Shutting the door to Sejanus's bedroom, you quickly shuffle over to his bathroom and lock yourself in, freezing when you catch a look at yourself in the reflection. She was hardly a reflection of you; tear-stained cheeks, angel wings- when you knew that these days you were just about the farthest thing from it. You had changed. You hardly recognized her, and that's the thing that forced you to look away.

You don't even hear someone enter the room until there's knocking on the bathroom door. "Y/N? Are you in there?" Lyssie asks, concern dripping through her tone.

You sniff, quickly wiping your eyes. "Yeah! Yeah, I just need a moment." You choke out, trying and failing to keep your voice steady.

"Are you okay?" She asks through the door, wiggling the handle now. "What happened?"

"I'm fine just fine." You insist, laughing nervously as you look down at how badly your hands are shaking.

"Can I come in? Can you open the door for me?"

God, how you wished it was Lucy Gray on the other side.

But Lucy Gray isn't here. Lysistrata Vickers is all you have- so with shaky hands you reach for the door and unlock it, letting her in. She won't hurt you, you're sure.

Her eyes are already wide with worry as she gets her first glimpse at you. "Oh, Y/N, what's wrong?" She asks, stepping in and quickly closing the door behind herself. "Here, sit down..." She nods to the floor, which has clearly been recently cleaned. Even so, she pulls a towel from the rack and lays it out for you to sit on.

"I'm just a little too drunk." You sniff, trying to dismiss her worries, and slide down against the wall on top of the towel she laid for you as sobs take over you.

"Want to tell me what happened?" She asks again, hurriedly reaching for a smaller towel and wetting it with what you assume is cold water, wringing it out before joining your side on the floor.

"Nothing." You shake your head and bring your hands up to cover your face as you cry into them. "I can't... I can't tell you."

"Okay, that's okay..." She soothes you. "Here, this will help. Can you move your hands for me?"

She doesn't want to touch you, no one really does. You lower your hands, squeezing them tight together in your lap as she carefully reaches up to dab the cloth across your forehead. It does feel good on your burning skin.

You focus on taking deep breaths, trying not to embarrass yourself any further.

"There you go..." She smiles. "You're good at this."

You laugh through your tears. "Well, it comes with my title, I guess." You sniff, wiping your cheeks again.

"I'd bet..." She hums. "But you're doing great."

You just nod slightly, running through lines in your head out of nervous habit. "I love him, oh, I love him; but he won't let himself be loved."

You don't even realize you're saying it out loud to yourself until Lysistrata speaks. "Is it... Is this about Coriolanus?" She asks, and you don't want to tell her that it's a quote from a story of her namesake because ironically, she is right, and ironically, that was the only line you could think of when you strained to remember any of it.

You nod slightly, biting into your lip and letting your shoulders shake with the latest round of sobs.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." She gently rubs your shoulder. "He's... He's not very sensitive to people's feelings. I know that. Just try not to take it personally. It's not your fault."

"How could it be anyone else's?" You sniff. "I embarrass him... But I try so hard to be good. I try so hard..." You cry, wet eyes making it hard to see.

Lyssie looks at you, a little confused. "What did he say?" She asks.

"That..." You hiccup, trying to breathe through it so you can explain better. "That I needed to give him space, all I was doing was standing next to him." You sniff again, wiping your eyes. "And he called me his tribute to his friends- it made me feel just sick... And earlier Sej told me that he ruined the costume I made him on purpose, we were supposed to match! Now I just look like I'm desperate for people to like me- dressing up as an angel when everyone here knows what I did! I don't know what I did wrong... Why does he hate me now?"

She watches you silently, trying to put together the pieces. 

"I don't understand." You say again, shaking your head. "He told me he loved me this morning! I don't know what I did to change that..."

"Sorry, he said he loved you?" Lyssie asks, eyes wide.

You nod slightly, looking over at her. Why does she seem so shocked?

"Wait, Y/N..." She pauses, shaking her head slightly. "Are you guys like... together?"

"Mhm." You swallow, wiping under your eyes. "But apparently not anymore."

"Oh my god, I had no idea." She stammers out, snapping out of her shock to pat the cloth on your head again.

"You didn't?" You sniff. "He didn't tell you?"

"No." She shakes her head, but quickly continues. "I'm sorry, he doesn't tell much to anyone, though..."

You let out a shaky breath, leaning your head back against the wall. "I should have known this couldn't work. I feel so stupid."

"He shouldn't have led you on like that..." She replies quietly. "I don't know a whole lot about you, but I know you're not stupid. I also know that Coriolanus always gets what he wants, one way or another."

"I just want to go home..." You cry, shaking your head. "I want to go home."

Lyssie looks back to the door, gently dabbing the damp material across your forehead. "I'm going to go get Sejanus, okay? Can you hold this on your head for me?" She carefully passes the cloth into your shaking hands and you nod, leaning your head down against it instantly.

She gets up and leaves, carefully and quietly closing the door behind herself. If one person in this city knew even a little bit about what you were feeling or how to help, it would be Sejanus Plinth.

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[starry-hughes]

christmas wrapping (quinn hughes)

day 25 of star’s ficmas

quinn hughes x reader

note: merry christmas! after posting fics for 25 days straight, i’m extremely proud of myself. i had a lot going on during these 25 days and i was convinced that i was going to give up but it made me have a goal for every day.

with that being said, welcome to the final fic. if you don’t understand the title, please refer to my FAVORITE christmas song by the waitresses christmas wrapping, in which this entire fic is based off of. i’ve been working on this for a while.

thank you for sticking around for 25 days!

It didn’t feel like Christmas. You were in a humbug spirit all month long, despite it being your absolute favorite holiday. Typically, by the month of December, you had presents bought and wrapped before the first week of the month ended.

You didn’t have somewhere to be on the holiday. Last year at Christmas, you were in a ski shop. Your friends had planned a whole ski trip which is where you met Quinn Hughes. Quinn had struck up the conversation and you both discovered you were living in Vancouver. At the end of the conversation, Quinn was giving you his phone number.

You fully intended on calling Quinn. But there was never the time. Between your work and own things, and his busy schedule, it was never lining up. When the season in the spring was picking up for Quinn, it was the time that you just so happened to reach out to him. You asked if lunch was something possible.

Quinn was all for lunch. He wanted to see you. The alluring individual he met in a ski shop when avoiding his brothers’ antics out in the snow. You suggested the first date, he was in Carolina that day. The date he suggested, you were on a work trip in Montreal. After the back and forth and exchange of at least ten different days in the spring, nothing was working out. Both of you laughed it off, promising to keep in touch for when schedules got light and times would match up better.

The next time you would hear from Quinn would be the summertime. You were returning from a weekend trip with some friends to the beach, but on your trip, you had forgotten an important item. Sunscreen. You had horrible sun blisters and it hurt to even lay in bed. Quinn normally didn’t spend the summer in Vancouver but he was there briefly for a little, visiting some friends, when he invited you to a boat day on the lake. You wanted to attend so bad, you were still wanting to meet with Quinn again, see if the spark was still there from December of last year. Sadly, you had to decline, sending him a picture of you with aloe slathered on your face, telling him it was sunburn in the third degree keeping you from joining him.

Quinn understood, no one would ever want to sit under the scorching sun after getting severe sunburn. There were no hard feelings but he was wishing he could see you.

You finally took the time to call all your friends who had invited you over for Christmas. Declining all the invites, making phone calls to all the parties you were asked to RSVP to. It had been a crazy year and you had decided it would be your first Christmas alone. It was a hard decision but it was needed.

You thought back to Halloween. Quinn had invited you to the Canucks Halloween party at Brock Boeser’s house. He was supposed to pick you up. You were sitting in your apartment for a while, costume on, handing out candy to the few kids who knocked on your door. Quinn was exasperated when he called. Of course this would be the night his car battery died. His friends were already all at the party and there was no one to help him. He promised he wasn’t bailing on purpose and you told him it was okay and believed his word. Guess another time would have to do.

You had grocery shopped for your small Christmas dinner days in advance. The moment you decided to eat and celebrate alone, you picked up everything. A small turkey was in the oven, resting, while you put together other items. You cursed to yourself, of course you’d forget cranberry sauce. And it was Christmas Eve, meaning all the last minute shoppers would be at the store. It was windy and rainy in Vancouver, a gloomy Christmas. Slipping on your rain boots and coat, you made it down to the nearest store.

Quinn wasn’t used to spending the holidays alone. But one mistake in his family and their booking of flights and he was alone. Honestly, he preferred it. He needed the time to recharge. After being named captain of his hockey team and his team doing pretty well, he deserved time to himself. He didn’t have a big dinner planned, declining all invites from his teammates.

He had waited until the last minute to buy most things and fought through the last minute crowds to get everything in the morning to make dinner for himself tomorrow on Christmas Day. But while emptying his grocery bags, he realized he forgot cranberry sauce. He trudged through to the store down the street from his apartment.

You couldn’t exactly put your finger on where you knew him from when you first saw him. You were standing in line, cranberry sauce in hand when Quinn joined the line right next to yours. You smiled at him and he immediately knew it was you. He joined in you line.

“Spending this Christmas alone?” you questioned. “Yeah it’s been crazy,” he responded.

“Yeah me too, but why are you at the store..” your voice trailed off, “you forgot cranberry too!”

Quinn and you both laughed and then at the same time, it clicked. Christmas magic from the movies. “My dinner is almost done, if you want to come over,” you suggested. “I’d love that,” he paid for both cans of cranberry sauce. “Tomorrow, you can eat dinner at my place if you want,” he said.

You nodded and the two of you made the way out of the grocery store together and down to your apartment. “I feel bad, we don’t have gifts to unwrap,” you said. “I guess cranberries work. Or maybe a toothbrush depending if I stay the night.”

[babyhatesreality]

Hi love! 🖤

I was wondering if you still take requests for fics or headcannons for the Stucky x Little!Reader series, which is my absolute favorite to read of yours! (If you do not then I apologize deeply!)

Since fall is one of my favorite seasons and Halloween is coming up, I was wondering how the three of them celebrate it! Costumes, trick or treating, movies, you name it, what does their (build up to) Halloween look like?

Thank you in advance 🩵

My angel @nicoline1998enilocin!! First off, I adore you. Second, I am sorry that I've ghosted. Thank you for your patience. Third, here you go my love!

You LOVE Halloween.

Honestly, you absolutely love any holiday, but Halloween is right at the top of the list.

You must start by watching all the Halloween movies. You love it. Your daddies patiently tolerate it.

Don't get me wrong- they love anything that makes you happy. But after hearing you scream-singing "This is Halloween" roughly 826462829475 times a day from whenever it occurs to you in September until Nov 1st, it tends to wear a person down.

Halloween movies are a total joy to you because you feel so sassy watching "scary" movies. Not the super scary ones- not that your daddies would let you anyway- but Hocus Pocus, Casper, and Nightmare Before Christmas have just enough spice to them to delight you without terrifying you and you watch them on repeat for the entire month.

You obsess over your costume like it's your job.

You draw endless costuming options, going through reams and reams of paper. Steve particularly enjoys this because occasionally you'll crawl into his lap with a fresh sheet of paper and a box of crayons and ask for his help to draw what's in your mind. And he absolutely loves it.

You help Bucky decorate. Well, you call it help. He calls it Trouble O'Clock.

You want to play with all the decorations before putting them up, so if, gods forbid, he attempts to put a collection of those cute plastic pumpkins with the light-up faces in the windows before you're done with them, he'll come back after two seconds away and find the entire collection strewn on the living room floor with you happily playing away.

You've lost track of the times that you've gotten tangled in the orange and purple lights.

Bucky finds that hilarious.

Going to the pumpkin patch is always hysteria-inducing joy.

You will be so wound up and excited that it takes them twice as long to get you ready to go, dressing you in a warm orange sweater and black leggings (well of course you have to match the color scheme) with your favorite light up silver sneakers.

There are several reminders to take deep calm breaths, behave, and remember the rules about running in public on the way to the pumpkin farm that are all forgotten immediately the second you pull into the parking lot, often resulting in a minor talking-to before you're five steps from the car, and iron grips on both your hands with them flanking you.

After that, a tiny bit of sense returns and you try your hardest to be on your best behavior all day.

The sweet apple cider and the hayride is definitely fun, but the corn maze and picking out your very own pumpkin is the absolute best. You could burn hours on both.

You sleep like the dead that night from all the excitement.

Bucky and Steve have finally come to accept that there is no such thing as keeping you contained when it comes to pumpkin carving, so they set up a station on the porch, dress you warmly, and then all three of you wear ponchos. No sense in fighting it.

You would draw out what you wanted on your pumpkin, and while Bucky was doing all the knife work, you would gleefully scoop all the innards out of the other pumpkins. And if they happened to go flying, well, what were you supposed to do about that? NOT throw them? Sheesh.

All three of you were completely covered in pumpkin guts and laughing your heads off by the end of the night, when Steve would set the LED candles inside your jack-o-lanterns and you'd all have a cup of hot chocolate while enjoying your handy work before a very long and much needed bath.

Trick or Treating and the Halloween Party in the Tower was always next level. Your candy haul would last you well into February (but only because Steve and Bucky monitored your consumption very carefully, otherwise you would have plowed it all down by Thanksgiving and been on a sugar high until St. Patrick's Day).

The three of you would take long walks in Central Park, with you gathering leaf bouquets of brilliant orange, fiery red, and electric yellow leaves. They never ceased to amaze you. Your daddies would press the leaves in wax paper and preserve them, creating a scrapbook that you would delight in carefully paging through the entire season.

Yup, Fall was one of your most favorite times of the year.

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Snow Globes and Forgiveness

Summary: Even though Chucks no longer creating the narrative, it’s not a Winchester Christmas till something goes wrong.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3194

Warnings: wincest, cursing, m/m kissing, frottage, my attempt at flangst

For: @thepromiscuousduck @spnfanficpond Secret Santa exchange 2023

A/N: set after 15.19 & in this AU 15.20 doesn’t happen

A/N II: Apologies to all other participants for taking so long. Between a last minute switch, couldn’t rewrite until after new year & had a rebound of a bad respiratory virus that’s keep me mostly offline last few weeks.

A/N III: once again, brevity doesn’t exist in my vocabulary

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

*divider by @firefly-graphics

*gif credit to creator

Sam Winchester has never been big on the holidays.

Let’s start with a specific Halloween party and his disastrous bobbing for apples incident involving a girl he liked. Then there was that one Thanksgiving he’d been invited to by another girl who turned out to have hands like an octopus and spent the whole dinner, as his brother so eloquently put it, playing footsie with brace-face, not three feet from her dad.

Not to mention, others celebrated, or not, Winchester style; his dad either missed it entirely or showed up with a bucket of extra crispy from the colonel and passed out on a couch. The best was that one Christmas before Dean went to hell a few months later.

But this year was going to be different.

They’d been adjusting to normality reasonably well. Okay, so Dean is the one adjusting better in some respects and said since it’s the brothers' first non-Chuck Christmas, they had to make it extra special. Sam knows this was Dean’s way of trying to make up for all the shitty holidays during their childhood. And knowing his brother, he’s envisioning emulating Mrs. Butters, the wood nymph they accidentally released in the bunker, Jam Packed holiday extravaganza she’d done those few weeks before leaving.

While Dean was getting the tree (Sam would’ve bet more likely grabbing the first one he saw before hitting the liquor store), he sent Sam to pick out ornaments. Sam was trying to make an effort and found himself standing in the middle of a smaller retail chain store's Christmas section, overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices and feeling like a freak for not knowing what to get outside lights and colorful balls.

“First Christmas together?”

Sam’s head swiveled around, “Umm, I’m sorry?” The person who spoke said, “You’ve got that whole I’ve got no freaking idea what I’m doing look, so I took a guess it’s your first Christmas with your girlfriend…wife?”

“Uh, no, no girlfriend or wife.”

“Ahh, boyfriend.” Sam was about to correct their assumption when they continued, “That can be trickery,” and gave him the once over. “I’m guessing he’s not into frills and bows. You should head to the Christmas Market two blocks south of here. There are always booths selling unique or vintage items for the Holiday. Probably find something more appealing than this mass-produced crap.”

After one more glance, Sam thanked them and texted Dean where to meet up with him later, then headed out of the storefront and strolled down the street. He soon hears jolly holiday music and smells enticing scents wafting before entering the colorfully illuminated European style Market and is hit with the sense he’d been here before.

Sam shook his head, feeling ridiculous. Of course, he’d never been here before, but something about this place kept nagging at his memories of familiarity when the irresistible scent of hot, minty chocolate beckoned. After indulging in a creamy, decadent drink decorated with a soft peppermint stick, he walked around, taking in the wares for sale.

At one booth, he found strands of original bubble lights and instantly knew they’d appeal to Dean and his oft-denied inner child; another yielded hand-strung garlands and got popcorn and cranberry ones with instructions on storing them for future use. Sometime later, Sam is laden with so many packages and bags that even his long arms are having trouble juggling them when he sees an elderly woman seated by a table with a simple stand of lights.

The hunter in him was always looking for anything unusual which fit the bill. Smiling politely at the woman when approaching, Sam studied the few antique-looking items and decided they seemed innocuous and relaxed. He spotted an old snow globe, picked it up, and sardonically smiled at how it looked diminutive in his large hand and began examining it.

Sam took time to appreciate its craftsmanship. Its base was silver with hand-worked engravings and an inscription in a language he didn’t recognize. Giving it a shake, Sam watched the artificial snow gently drift over a scene of a log cabin snugly ensconced among evergreens and bare-limbed trees. He got that feeling again. Impulsively, he asked how much he was surprised not to have to haggle over the price.

Carefully taking the globe in her gnarled hands, the woman told Sam that it was crafted in the country of her birth but didn’t specify where. She carefully inserted it into an equally old wooden box, telling him it was explicitly constructed to house the globe to keep it safe during its travels. Sam hears rumbling and glances around, spotting an old pickup parking not far off, and turns back to find the woman has disappeared.

Frowning, he placed the box in a bag, gathered up the rest of his purchases, walked to the waiting vehicle, deposited the items in the crowded truck bed, and then climbed in noticed Dean peering through the cab's back window, “Couldn’t find any more stuff, Sam?” “Couldn’t find a bigger tree, Dean?” His brother says nothing while backing the truck up, “Good thing I got all that to decorate it with then.”

Dean grunted as he set his end into the tree stand and, catching his breath, huffed out, “This would’ve been the time to use some of those witchy tricks, Sam.”

“Or maybe a good time to start working out more and cut back on the burgers and pie?” Sam shot back. “Wadda you talking about?” Dean snapped defensively, “I’m in great shape!” Sam gives him bitchface and says, “Keep telling yourself that Dean.“

Squatting down to affix the supports to the tree, Sam continues. ”You got winded just carrying this down the stairs. We have to face it: neither of us is getting any younger. We had this conversation not long after dealing with Chuck. Yes, we’ll enjoy the everyday things we couldn’t before. But if we’re doing something or on a hunt and get seriously injured, Cas isn’t here to help. And you know Jack is hands-off, so we’ve ….”

“Whatever, Sam.” Dean interrupted, unsuccessfully tamping down his that hurt but not gonna acknowledge it look. “I’m going to take my out-of-shape self and get the rest of the stuff from the car. Unless you’re worried I might, I don’t know, fall and break a hip.”

“Dean, that’s not what I,” but his brother just left, and Sam sighed, knowing he’d put his foot in it again, trying not to express his true feelings. Since they got their freedom from the manipulations of heaven, hell, and all the other things that went bump in the night, the feelings he’d buried and thought were over had come back.

Before he said yes to Lucifer, Dean acknowledged Sam was an adult, and he needed to stop being overprotective. But there is a part, deep down, in both Winchesters that is psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent. That part in Sam is one hundred percent positive that if Dean found out, he’d be so disgusted by what a perverted freak he indeed was forcing Dean would cut him out of his life forever.

The bunker's door banged shut, and at the bottom of the stairs, Sam paused on the last tread, watching the scene playing out before him in the war room.

“Oh, come on,” Dean grumbles at an ornament, refusing to stay on a branch of the mostly decorated tree. He lets it go, and it begins coming off again. “That’s it, I’m getting my gun.”

Sam couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice. “Maybe I should’ve gotten some floaters and air fresheners instead?” He can see Dean mulling over that memory, “They were great.” Peering over at his brother, he asks, “Where did you disappear to? Thought you were going to help.”

Sam held up a grocery bag, “A peace offering? I know you aren’t going to change your habits, but I'm hoping we can compromise, at least when we’re not hunting. It’s 90% lean beef, and the pie,” Dean's whole face lit up, “Is made with almond flour and natural sourced sugar.”

Trading the wayward ornament for the bag, Dean states, “You deal with this,” Sam shakes his head when he hears, “Meatman coming to town” and sets about finishing the tree.

After cleaning up, the brothers sit in the library, drinking beer and watching an old Christmas movie playing on a laptop, when Dean casually inquires, “So what’s with the box?” Sam frowned before realizing he meant and remembered leaving the item sitting by the displayed swords. “It’s ahh, well,” Sam stammers as he retrieves the box, sets it on the table, and lifts the wooden lid. Dean raised an eyebrow at the contents, “Something you need to tell me, Samantha?” he snarks, removing the snow globe.

“I’m not sure why, but I'm drawn to it.” Dean frowned at his brothers' words and took a closer look. “What’s the saying?” He asked, pointing to an inscription on the base. “Not sure. I think it's a form of an older Germanic dialect. I was going to translate it later.”

Since nothing is screaming cursed object, Dean shakes it, making the snow swirl before setting it on the table, picking up his beer, and resuming watching the movie. He could feel Sam suspiciously eyeballing him asks, “What, Sam?” But Sam simply sighed, knowing his brother wouldn’t let it go. And sure enough…

“Did Santa ask if you were a good boy this year?”

Sam glances around trying to figure out where he’s at since a moment ago he was in the laundry and now starting at his decades younger self reclining against a headboard reading he hears his, their, name and watches himself huff in displeasure and getting up proceeds to trip over his own feet.

Following himself down a wood-paneled hallway, they enter a shabbily furnished living room, and spots his brother watching his younger self standing by a wood-burning kitchen stove. “Dean?” Turning, green eyes boggle, seeing Sam standing next to his own younger visage.

“What the hell you’d do, Sam?” Dean’s gravelly voice snapped and got Sam’s back up. “What makes you think I had anything to do with this?!” Dean looks at their younger doppelgängers arguing about something when young Sam stomps to a rickety kitchen table, plopping down on an equally rickety chair, crossing his arms, and glaring at its sacred top.

“Man, I forgot how bad your emoing could get,” Dean offhandedly commented, returning his attention to his brother, eyes hooded. “You were working in the library, so it's not hard to deduce you deciphered some curse cause now,” chucking his thumb toward the window, “We’re in the damn snow globe!”

Sam shot off bitchface #37, “It’s not a curse! I determined the words are an idiom. Слова не воробьи, как только они улетели, их уже не поймать.”

“Can you put that in English for those who don’t speak geek?”

“Words are not sparrows; once they have flown they cannot be recaptured.”

Dean got his running it over in my brain expression, “Yeah, I got nothing.” Sam concurred, “It didn’t make sense to me at first. But then I found a maker's mark hidden in the engravings. The records said they were a tradesman and spiritual alchemist.”

“What do idiot words have to do with Nicolas Flamel?” Sam's lips pursed, “Idiom Dean. And you know who Nicholas Flamel was?”

“Yeah, college boy, he created the philosopher's stone, turning metal into gold and some immortality elixir.” Sam waited. “He was in that Harry Potter movie, alright? What does that have to do with why we were here?”

“Okay, hear me out. Spiritual alchemy believers follow various paths to achieve the same goal, believing that, like metal, one’s soul can be transformed through stages of purification.” Sam began explaining the stages, and by the third, Dean heard enough.

“You're saying all the crap we’ve dealt with from heaven to hell has done some kinda colonic on our souls.” Sam began to speak, “Shut up, I’m on a role here. And if we take that idiom literally, one or both of us said something wrong and the idiom-alchy-snow globe Ghost of Christmas Past us to complete this whatever stage with an apology?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Great! Let’s figure out where here is, get to apologizing and the hell outta this glass ball.” Spying a discarded newspaper Dean tries picking up found he isn’t corporal. “Seriously?” Tipping his head sideways, he says, “Okay, December 22, 1999. We’re in Michigan..or Wisconsin?”

“Dean, what if it's something so bad there’s no way we can ask for forgiveness?”

That response made Dean's eyes narrow. “Sam, you need to tell me something?” His brother shook his head, but every warning signal in Dean was blaring like the bunker klaxon. He’d bet his entire collection of Busty Asian Beauties that Sam knew why that damn snow globe sent them here, but he was keeping it to himself for reasons.

Dean decided to hold his cards and play ignorant for a while longer. “Dude, what haven’t we done and forgiven each other for?”

Turning his attention to their younger selves made Dean feel a sense of nostalgia, missing how less complicated their lives seemed, even with the daily dose of Sam Winchester teen angst, which he always made up for.

Like now, offering to buy hot chocolate and giant pretzels triggered a memory, and the next moment, Dean was among a crowd wandering through the lighted tunnel entrance, following the loop by the salute to the armed forces towards the live reindeer exhibit.

“I remember this!” Dean exclaimed, “Dad left us in Somerset, Wisconsin, and were you all pissy ‘cause I kept giving you crap about this place’s name- Sam’s Christmas Village.”

“What else do you remember, Dean?”

They make a pit stop at the concessions, and while Sam is paying, Dean pulls out his flask, adding a double dollop to Sam’s. The kid needed to loosen up, then exchanged the cup for a pretzel with a smirk.

“This was the first time we got drunk together. Man, you were hilarious! Kept bugging me to go sledding,” Deans said, “And you fell off halfway down and laid there trying to catch snowflakes on your tongue.” Surrounded by softly falling snow tinted in hues of blues, greens, and reds, the brothers experience a memory trace of what happened that night.

Laughter fills the air as Dean staggers over, flopping on his back next to Sam, smiling at him when Sam’s expression changes and Sam leans over, his eyes' kaleidoscope colors disappearing into thin rings around dilated dark pupils as his fingertips caress the smooth, cinnamon-freckled skin and plush lips he was aching for when Dean pulled him tightly against him, noticing an unmistakable hard bulge pressing into his upper thigh as Sam instinctively started rocking his hips, seeking friction for his growing hard-on.

Dean feels his cock straining inside his jeans, slides one arm around Sam’s waist, another reaching behind him to cradle the back of his skull, angles his mouth up so he can drive his tongue into Sam’s mouth, feeling him suck on it with a sharp pull that shoots straight to his cock when wolf whistles from sledders passing by startled them caused Dean to bolt upright and dump Sam onto his butt.

Abruptly getting up, Dean grabbed the ropes of both sleds and dragged them downhill, leaving his brother perplexed. Scrambling to his feet, Sam rushes after, inquiring what happened, but Dean only responds that they need to head out before the roads ice over too much. The silent intensity of the drive back is broken only by music playing through the Impala’s speakers. Sam initially thinks Dean is concentrating on the road due to his intoxication. But Dean’s chewing his bottom lip signals he’s upset, and the knot in Sam’s stomach tells him to stay quiet.

Shutting the cabin door, Sam opens his mouth to speak, but Dean beats him to it, saying he overstepped boundaries that shouldn’t have been and won’t let it happen again. In a panic, Sam blurts out how his strange feelings for years were crystal clear.

“I love you, Dean, and want us to be together…like together together.” Dean shakes his head, “It’s the whiskey making you talk nonsense.” Sam’s stubborn streak surfaces, infuriating Dean, who shoves him back against the door and shouts in his face.

“Stop acting like a freak and go sleep it off!”

Sam feels like an ice pick is entering the base of his skull, and his stomach twists, knowing he’s the reason the person he cares most about in the entire world; he cares about more than himself is reacting like this, watching Dean disappear down the hallway, slamming his bedroom door shut. He fucked up royally, and suddenly his life was a mess when it seemed all was about to align an hour ago, making Sam wants to scream, to throw up.

Moving on autopilot, Sam shuts his room door, grabs his duffel, and haphazardly throws his belongings into it. Then, opening the window, he slips out and trudges back to town, heading for the bus station. By the time he arrives, his feet are so numb he shuffles across the linoleum flooring to the counter, setting most of his hoarded money down asked for the furthest distinction it’ll take him.

A short time later, the bus pulls out onto the main highway heading west as Sam leans against his window, wondering how everything outside seems so normal when his world has imploded. Dean turns his attention from the younger visage before him to the mature man beside him.

“This is why you ran away to Flagstaff.”

“You were right about me being a freak all along.”

Dean shakes his head, “No, Sam, it was my fault. I tried so hard to keep what I felt hidden, but that night..,” Sam's burst of laughter made Dean bark, “You think that’s funny?”

Eyes that never settled their color, hardened by the decades of horrors they’d lived through, were now gazing at him with unworldliness a thirteen-year-old Dean, after confirming everything in their dad’s journal was true, helplessly watched flame out like dying embers.

“No, Dean. The snow globe brought us back for the dissolution stage, dissolving false beliefs. We’ve been at cross purposes all these years for the same reason, each of us thinking we are the problem and the only way out is to no longer deny our feelings.”

Lifting his hand, Sam hesitated to let his fingertips explore the older, but still, so much loved, freckled skin again when Dean shifted, reaching his still-strong hand to cradle the back of his brother’s skull, angling his mouth up and breathed out against his lips.

“Sammy, we’re good.”

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Halloween- Adam Stanheight x gn! reader

ALLLL RIGHT!! It is officially Halloween and I, as a lover of Halloween, needed to celebrate it. Could I have gone down a spooky route? yes, yes I could've indeed. Did I choose to go down one that involves getting high and slow dancing instead? Yes, yes I did indeed.

My requests also close soon but they'll probably reopen around the middle of next month--I might have a holiday event in the works, I have no idea yet but either way holiday themed reqs are encouraged and accepted around just about any holiday lol

Fic type- this is super fluffy!

Warnings- there are mentions of weed in the context of an edible that Adam and the reader split, mentions of the bathroom trap (all of my fics that weren't requested are post-bathroom trap because it's how I delude myself into believing Adam survived lol) and scott tibbs is a bad friend (it's only mentioned, but he calls the traumatic event known as the bathroom trap 'metal' when he visits adam because, while I haven't watched the scott tibbs doc, given that I've read the wiki it feels like something scott would do)

For Adam, Halloween had pretty much stopped being a huge deal when he stopped trick-or-treating with the coming of high school. From then on, November first was his ticket--all of the Halloween candy was marked down so that it could be rid from the shelves and allow for the Christmas stock to come in.

Adam would take some of the money he got from being a PI and blow it on variety packs so that he had something more than microwaveable popcorn to snack on whenever he chose to sit down and watch a movie, and also because most of it was pretty delicious and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have a slight sweet tooth in October.

Halloween had never really been special. Even after the bathroom trap, his first Halloween after the experience and after a solid week spent in the hospitals recovery unit, it still wasn't.

Well--that was, of course, until you showed up at his apartment with a grin, a bottle of american whiskey, some food for when you inevitably got the munchies and an edible for the two of you to split.

The two of you split the edible and took it while sitting on the couch, your ear against Adams chest to hear the way that his heart kept on beating and his arm around your shoulders, hand idly moving through your hair in a manner that was almost enough to make you tired.

Adam felt it when the edible hit and it was clear you did, too. It always made you both relaxed--Adam liked it after the trap not for the act of getting high but because it soothed his anxieties. Such made him crack the joke that he liked it for it's medicinal purposes from time to time, but Adam wasn't thinking about how chilled out he was, or even about the fact that it had been a few weeks since the bathroom trap and he'd turned out okay-ish in the aftermath.

No, he was thinking about you. And, as you typically did, you were thinking about him.

You'd been Adams rock almost as long as Scott had, and even then he'd stopped talking to Scott after he'd left the hospital--he'd visited twice and both times, instead of acknowledging the sensitivity of the situation, told Adam that it was 'metal' that he'd survived his trap--but you'd stuck around.

Your relationship had been the classic childhood friends to lovers--met in the second grade, started dating the year before Adam dropped out of high school, and there you were at twenty-six, together for a solid eleven years and, before Adams trap, at the point where Adam was boxing up his stuff to move into your place while debating proposing.

He grin as you adjust yourself, meeting your gaze as you grin back at him.

"Hi," he greets.

"I love you," you blurt with a laugh. "I mean--yeah. I do. It's not just the weed, I promise."

Adam laughs a little, pressing a peck to your lips. "I wanna dance," he said. "Not--not a jig. Never a jig or anything very fast--nothing too speedy. Just wanna slow dance, you know?"

You press your nose against his, one hand sliding up his chest to cup the back of his head.

"There's no music," you say. "We can't dance if there's no music, Adam."

"Oh, but we can," Adam stands, offers you his hand. "I happen to have a walkman from our high school days with a cheesy mixtape I made you, and I also have one that's just the songs we used to slow dance to before dear old dad kicked me out. We're high, and we're going to dance because this is the only time we'll have to do so before we get the munchies and blow through the snacks you bought within an hour."

You laugh a little, sighing to yourself as Adam leaves you standing in the middle of his living room while he sprints to his room.

Two minutes pass, and he returns, Walkman and a pair of wired earbuds in hand.

He puts in a tape, pockets the walkman and offers you one of the earbuds with a crooked, handsome smile.

"May I have this dance?"

"I fell in love with an idiot," you accept the earbud, though, taking Adams hand and intwining your fingers as you do. "No regrets, though."

"You'd be a fool to have regrets, my darling," Adam says, putting on a tone of grandeur. "I am the best of the best in my apartment that is more likely than not infested by roaches, and with a job that barely lets me afford groceries unless I buy them from cheap corner stores and shop the bargains in the produce aisle of every Aldi in Jersey."

You laugh, and Adams arm goes around your waist while one of yours finds his shoulder. You drop his hand, letting yourself wrap him in a hug as the two of you begin to sway.

Silence befalls the two of you. It's the kind of silence you both appreciate, the kind wherein there is no awkwardness, only comfort. You love him, and he loves you, and realistically in that moment, that is the only thing that matters to either of you.

Adams eyes fall closed, and he hugs you just a bit tighter. You respond by doing the same, and your dance becomes less of a dance--it's more or less just two people hugging now, swaying along to the sound of the music that thrums through the Walkman and into their ears.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispers. "I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, but falling in love with you hasn't been one of them. Thank you for letting me do that."

You laugh slightly. Adam fights the urge to kiss you while he basks in how it sounds.

"I love you too," you respond. "Loving you is the best thing I have ever done, Adam. No regrets."

Adam laughs that time, pulling away enough to press a kiss to your forehead.

It is Adam Stanheights first Halloween post bathroom trap, and he starts to think, for the first time since he was fifteen, that Halloween is not a day to be spent at home, watching bad horror movies from the 70s. Maybe it's a day to get high with the love of his life, slow dance for a few songs, and then help you eat your way through the snacks you've brought along once the munchies kick in.

Either way--however Halloween is meant to be spent, Adam likes that he gets to spend it with you.

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mamaaaaaa you know today is buckys birthday 🙂 how are we celebrating

🥰 I think the theme across the couples is surprise.

Daddy Steve wakes up early and surprises Baby Bucky with the start of little surprises all throughout the day, taking a long weekend to spoil his baby with museum trips and picnics and dimly lit bars and eating dessert they were forced to take to-go because of wandering hands, in bed. Jewelry is most definitely involved as well. How can it not be with these two? A bracelet this time, slim and gold and luxurious. Steve puts it on Bucky's wrist after their second round in bed that night, barely making it in time for his birthday.

Smol Steve and Bucky Bear don't have a lot of money to spare on some extra birthday goodies, but Steve absolutely tries his hardest to spoil his Bear. He makes a cake for breakfast, chocolate, that turns out surprisingly well that they eat in bed. They make some coffee at home and then go on a walk through the park, stop at Bucky's favorite bookstore, end up stopping to get coffee because theirs is stale. When it starts to rain they head home and then watch movies on TV for the rest of the day. Steve surprises him with another plant even though they swore no gifts.

Daddy James gets surprised with long awaited art that Steve has spent months making for him, Steve choosing to have it hung up in Daddy's office with the help of Natasha. Four detailed yet chaotic (his style, hehe) pencil drawings of four places they'd traveled to, that Steve used picture references for. One is a picture he took off the coast of Italy, one is a picture of the snowy view outside of their cabin (from the floor in front of the fire of course, since that's where they always end up making love for hours), one is a picture Steve took of them in bed together, and the last was (reluctantly) a picture of Steve that James says is his favorite.

Bunny's birthday is like a national holiday for 3DWD. It's right behind Christmas, maybe tied with Halloween, but Bucky's birthday is up there. 100% Steve plans a surprise party for Bucky in their backyard and barely keeps the surprised under wraps. Nat takes Bucky out somewhere for drinks or a massage and Steve goes to town turning that backyard into a cozy little wonderland, blankets and fire pits and a s'mores bar and a projector and games. Bucky's so surprised and so tickled to see everyone there that he even cries a little bit, sweet baby.

Now...the senator and intern. I'm in my feels for them today and this response reflects that, haha. I think Bucky's parents would be out of town for work and maybe his friends are busy with midterms and can't really make it out to celebrate. And when Steve asks him what his birthday plans are, Bucky says he has none. And the senator's heart breaks a little bit. And when Steve shows up to Bucky's house that night and he's stuttering trying to figure out why the senator is here and not in New York over for a rally to endorse Same Wilson for Governor, Steve tells him he changed his mind and decided to leave early in the morning. "Get in. You've got birthday plans now..."

[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 01/12/2023

Patched Plains Fusion Collab

Season 2 Featured on: Rips of Christmas Past Also on: SiIvaGunner: Starter Kit & Essentials

Ripped by MtH, dante, turdl3, Charles Ritz, TylerNJazz, toonlink, trivial171, wolfman1405, Chaze the Chat, Princess Sylvysprit, beat_shobon, Can of Nothing

December!! Christmas times!! The holidays!! Wahoo!!

There's of course always a lot of excitement in the air during December, even if its...largely manufactured by big companies. Yet ever since 2016, I've had far more of a personal attachment to the month - the end of SiIvaGunner Season 1, and the beginning of Season 2, was some of the most engrossed I've ever been engrossed with a piece of media - and it was all punctuated with the Patched Plains Fusion Collab.

It may be hard to truly convey to newer SiIva viewers just how suspenseful and strange the month of October was during 2016. For all intents and purposes, the channel appeared to have truly ENDED with Epic Flintstones, and everything that led up to its release just further cemented that. We'd gotten behind-the-scenes reveals of unresolved content, some of the channel's biggest projects and collaborations up to that point, a huge amount of new albums within such a short amount of time...there was very little to suggest that SiIva wouldn't actually be ending. Yet viewers paying attention would be able to connect the dots, these small little hints dropped during the finale, all connected to "Wood Man" - and mind you, this was before he was even established as a character on the channel!

Just a few days after the official ending, as SiIva had gone to sleep and the channel had been avoiding uploads for so long - uploads suddenly returned, as this "Wood Man" character became the new host at the start of November. This wasn't the first time a story event had been happening on SiIva, yet it was one that left us as viewers confused and in the dark of what was truly happening, due to the lack of a proper narrator. After just two weeks and an album release, halfway through the month, uploads suddenly ceased and the channel went dark. So...was the channel actually dead? Was this just a little bonus Halloween thing, to let the team play around with Wood Man as a character in an epilogue to the actual channel?

Turns out, it was all build-up to December - to the Christmas Comeback Crisis. The channel ending, the virus in his computer, the Voice Inside Your Head, Wood Man - it was all revealed to be part of this all new ongoing storyline, presented to us in full-on episodes during the month of December. Like a light switch turned on, the confusion and uncertainty of November turned into full-on celebration of SiIva's seemingly-now-confirmed return to regular uploading. This was the start of Season 2 - and it was, in my eyes, an absolutely perfect premiere.

I really want to go more in-depth on this someday, but I'll circle back to Patched Plains Fusion Collab to round the story out - because really, it was this rip that really cemented Season 2 as having officially begun, halfway through December 2016. It had been a month since Wood Man's sudden leave from the channel, and out of nowhere we're given an animated prologue to this all-new Christmas-themed storyline, directly based on Kirby: Planet Robobot from earlier that year. And after that sudden gut punch, we're treated to an absolute feast for the ears - a red-carpet introduction to the sort of quality we were about to experience. Kirby: Planet Robobot already had a heavy presence on SiIva due to The Reboot, and so starting this big new story event off with another rip from that same game felt like a sort of reassurance - this wasn't a bit, or a side story, or anything of the sort, but the full next step of the SiIvaGunner channel.

As a rip, it's frankly excellent - it has all the quality of the average Fusion Collab on the channel condensed down to just two minutes, covering everything from different genres of music, different games, different time signatures, and everything inbetween - a remix collaboration in the purest sense of the word, and an absolute treat to listen to. A big benefit to fusion collabs of this nature is that you're able to very clearly identify who is responsible for what parts of the rip - Princess Sylvyspirit's involvement is immediately noticeable as soon as the Touhou segment begins, Chaze's affection for MOTHER 3 is expressed through his part in the collaboration, and so on!

Despite the song only having a brief segment on Christmas near the beginning, the spirit is absolutely there throughout all of Patched Plains Fusion Collab - its a celebration of what was to come, a joyous theme that let all of its collaborators truly show their stuff at the start of this new age for the channel. And its a rip that I often come back to just for that sheer nostalgia alone.

[darkfictionjude]

Etymology nonnie here!

So I'm listening to the Nutcracker ballet music, and I thought about this IF as well as I was writing the previous ask recently.

And, I'm well aware WWC will include Halloween. I cannot wait for Imre's party. If it's a costume party (which would make sense, and it's what I would love to see), I would love to have the option to use an Indiana Jones costume. And yes, this is because of my MC name Indiana and the possible conversation with Imre that could result from that. That said, I'm well aware it would be an extra effort to include it, and I don't hope for it to be present. It would be unfair for most people who didn't name their MC Indiana. Of course, there could still be dialogue about an Indiana Jones costume. Yet, I don't know if that could result on Copyright issues or not, so maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that at all. Sorry.

Anyway, that was an unnecessary deviation from what I wanted to talk about.

Would we get to experience Christmas in either season 1 or 2? I'm almost positive Season 1 would end before December, but I'm not entirely sure.

I ask mainly because Christmas is due to be dramatic. Like, I cannot imagine it not being dramatic for the Crowns. No, that's a lie. I can see it not being dramatic only if it's very underwhelming. In the sense that they basically don't celebrate. Which would be a reasonable expectation with their money problems and overall unhealthy relationships.

But there's so much potential for drama. If not with the family, at least with the RO's. Mainly because it's the kind of holiday people question a lot about their own lives. So it would make sense for the RO's and MC to doubt, or finally understand, what they feel for the other. As well as potential gift giving/Christmas dinner shenanigans where MC visits the house of an RO (which would never happen as long as Sally is alive, haha...).

Now I remember Thanksgiving is a thing. However, WWC is not that clear if it's set on the US or in Canada. And I think both have different dates for the holiday (I admit I'm an ignorant when it comes to this matter, I don't have any intimate friend who is from these countries). So you could get a similar result with a Thanksgiving dinner, I guess?

I probably still would prefer Christmas, for universality sake. And because I like the a aesthetic of snow.

And like, it's easier to twist Christmas into horror than Thanksgiving. Which is a moot point, if you don't plan to include it. But still.

Yeah for the costumes I'm thinking of going very classic and thus very general

And this season in December but before Christmas so no Halloween here, perhaps in season 2 but that depends on how long it takes me to write that season and by that I mean how long time passes in-universe. Yeah so Thanksgiving is in different months in Canada and the US so I can't really do it.

I get the allure of a spooky christmas but it's such a traditional spook that it's already been done before. For the Crowns, Christmas is underwhelming, they don't really celebrate it anymore and like I said the plot ends before the 25th

[creative-soul-22]

32, 21, and 38 for Madame Leota

Hi, Starfish! May I call you Starfish or do you prefer another name?

First of all: I AM SO SORRY THIS ASK WAS IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG!! (Like it was literally in there for MONTHS)

THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS FOR MADAME LEOTA!!

Now here's the answers:

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

Madame Leota seems to me like she would start her day with a cup of tea, drink a glass of wine to her lunch, then maybe have a cup of tea again in the afternoon, wine again to her dinner and brandy/whiskey at night before going to sleep.

I don't think she's an alcoholic, but she might have picked up the drinking habits of the rich people we can see in all these TV shows from Dynasty to Murder, She Wrote where rich families are depicted (I swear all of them have brandy, whiskey n stuff)

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

Well, paying her the $3 will pretty much make her happy! (LOOKING AT YOU, DREAMTEAM!)

But seriously.

If you take her seriously, show some respect and tell her how much you like her (if you like her), she would probably be really happy. Show my girl some love!

And of course, the one thing to make her ultimately happy:

Free her from her crystall ball

38. Favourite holiday

Halloween of course!🎃

But I also really like to headcanon that she really loves christmas.

LIKE PICTURE IT! THE HAUNTED MANSION CELEBRATING CHRISTMAS!

And she's like super excited like a child about what presents she gets and she her eyes are shining!

And the other sillies of course

USING HER AS A CHRISTMAS TREE BALL

Also imagine her belting out "Wonderful Dream" by Melanie Thornton!

But maybe it's just my hyperfixation and I'm projecting things on her...

[thedaveandkimmershow]

Right around the top of September, Facebook likes to remind me about once upon a time, a long long time ago, when Linzy was starting school.

And there are plenty of 1st Day of School memories.

Interestingly, this year Linzy 'n I kicked off the month at The Willows were she had a gig and I had truffle fries and we ran into an old friend from summer camps, Chris. :-)

As with a lot of our months this year, while Linzy 'n I kick it off at one of her gigs, Kimmer's with family on her regular monthly southern California visit to care for her aunt and hang out with her cousin who's legitimately the most brother of a brother she has.

September was also about coming to grips with the fact that we've been back for three months now after living on Capitol Hill for four years. September was the month we actually started walking out our front door to embark on neighborhood walks. Since we've been away for a while, we want to see how this place has changed. We also want to simply remember places and people we know. We still enjoy talking to neighbors from other neighborhoods and paying specific attention to this pinpoint of earth on which we live as well as the places nearby.

It's definitely one way to make the world smaller.

There's another one we'll get to, of course, in a moment.

One of the things about Fall I pointed out before is that it's a series of major holidays.

How do I know they're major?

Well, because there's a Vince Guaraldi soundtrack for all three: Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Each of which, of course, has its own Charlie Brown special devoted to it.

September, though, is an unofficial fourth holiday month.

Wait. What's the holiday?

Glad you asked. Because the holiday is our wedding anniversary, this year celebrating the 31st one. A helluvan accomplishment for a coupla high energy kids growing up in proximity like particles in a particle accelerator speeding in opposite directions along the same circular path.

Something like that.

Basically, our paths crossed, kept crossing, and the subsequent colliding of particles, the subsequent smashing of atoms, the subsequent relationship that resulted, held fast.

Like I said, it's a helluva thing.

This year, Kimmer was thinking about our anniversary, our 31st wedding anniversary, and she started thinking about a 7-day Universal Studios vacation celebration during the week of our anniversary. So she asked what I thought and I said Yes! before the question was fully out of her mouth.

It was a thoroughly epic, massively relaxing vacation. Maybe the best peace/adrenalin balance we ever achieved on a theme park vacation. In a nutshell, it's achieved by doing fewer rides each day and making sure that, of those fewer rides, they're the top of your list. Which preserves those experiences and allows plenty of time for strolling, taking time, relaxing, peace, and one more thing:

Surprises.

Like this one that seemed to form out of thin air:

It's a hellava story I captured in my September 20 post if you'd like to hear the whole thing. And trust me.

You do.

😘

Each of our days of vacation were incredibly long in the best way possible. It was more than 24 hours packed into each 24-hour day that somehow left plenty of room for adrenalin experiences and relaxing experiences without feeling rushed. Without feeling exhausted. Without needing a vacation...

For our vacation.

There's a ton to appreciate and definitely I wrote it all down. In a nutshell though, I'd point out "Thunderstruck" at Margaritaville, the massive lightning shows that were on display most nights and, of course, Harry Potter.

Fun and relaxation in the water was also a big deal along with a singular massively epic fail on a water ride during which we thought we might dodge a thorough dunking.

But we did not.

We got soaked.

The dunking was so thorough and unexpected, we literally had to step into a people dryer afterward.

It was an incredible vacation across everything we wanted to experience (and even those few things not on our bucket list that happened anyway).

And yes.

It felt like more than a week of vacation.

The best.

😁

Interestingly, Linzy 'n I finished the month the way we began it: at one of her gigs. Afterward, we had the lovely opportunity to order a cup of creamy ice cream and stroll around the neighborhood at night whilst we partook of unique creamy flavors and enjoyed each other's company.

Of course it always comes to pass that while we're at one of these gigs at the top or bottom of the month, Kimmer's inevitably in southern California with family.

This time around, though... there's a plot twist.

This photograph and the two below were taken at the top of April of this year. Kimmer's aunt Jacquie wasn't super articulate but we could still see her personality. Feel it. This is, in fact, my favorite memory of Jacquie, a combination of this version of her in this place. This is a courtyard under the shade of trees. It's comfortable, a kind of oasis even in summer when the outside world heads into the 90s and broaches the 100s.

When I think of Jacquie, I think of her here.

But then.

But then at the beginning of last week, Sunday maybe, Jacquie fell and hurt herself. By Tuesday that injury declared itself to be a broken hip, making surgery inevitable and soon. This wasn't exactly like her husband in the first days of this year when we were down in southern California within twelve hours of getting the news of his death. This...

Was a process.

So Kimmer had a couple days to figure out the best path forward before getting on a plane last Thursday without a return ticket.

Without a return ticket?

Yeah. Too many question marks in the air. She'd just have to wing it. She'd have to advocate for her aunt to the medical/surgical team as her aunt's circumstance evolved. She'd have to continue her doctoral studies on the fly. She'd have to see clients online from her cousin's place or a hotel.

Basically, she was taking The Kimmer Show on the road, in a way... indefinitely.

Fortunately, Jacquie seemed to recover from her surgery with more cognition onboard, not less. There's more of her present. More personality. More lucidity. She's able to articulate more.

She's got some of her Muchness back.

Not all of it. But it's breathtaking to witness when you're convinced it's all gone.

More incredibly, on the first day after Jacquie's surgery, she was in her room, Kimmer was out in the hall, Jacquie needed something from Kimmer and so called Kimmer's name.

That, by the way, was information we all knew to be gone. Just as our names are gone. Oh sure, Jacquie may know that she knows us without knowing names or relationships or history... you can see that understanding in her eyes. But we all know the specifics of who we are to Jacquie are irretrievably gone.

Except...

She shouted Kimmer's name.

Somehow... that information was available again. It hadn't been erased.

It hadn't been erased. It had spent all this time hiding from Jacquie's conscious awareness.

Damn.

Still...

Our conversations across this last week aren't my favorite. We all know we're somewhere near the end without being able to see it. So yes. We have talked about memorial services. We have talked about eulogies. We've talked about the end without knowing where it is.

The reason for that is twofold:

Jacquie's recovering into a version of herself with more cognition.

And she's in the right place.

You see the other significant task for Kimmer down here was finding the right hospice care for Jacquie. And she did.

She found it.

She found a place closer to her cousin's home. And she found the right people to walk this last mile with her aunt.

To walk this last mile.

With her aunt.

Because of that, because these are the right people, the ambiguity, the uncertainty, the not knowing... is okay. Is more than okay. No matter how long or short this last mile turns out to be.

Are we thankful for that?

Oh dear God in heaven.

Yes.

😊

So that's it for September.

Nine down.

Three to go in 2023.

Onward!

[chelleztjs18]

The Best Christmas (W.M)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader.

Pairing: SingleMom!Wanda x Fem!Reader, Billy and Tommy Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Y/n was alone celebrating holiday this year what will happen when she find strangers in the house?

Warnings: None i think. Just pure Christmas fluff.

Requested: Yes.

A/n: Hi peeps! I know I had few older requests before this, but Christmas is coming, so I had to get this done first. It's a Christmas one shot. I hope you enjoy this. I will get the other request and Lost in Assistance updates done as soon as I can. Thank you for your patience! Happy Reading!

Halloween has passed, so has Thanksgiving. The holiday season has begun. You live by yourself in a lovely neighborhood. You love all the neighbors and you made friends with all of them. One of them has even become your best friend. Natasha Romanoff, the neighbor from the house on the corner. Both of you have been really good friends to each other since the first time you moved into the neighborhood three and a half years ago.

Both of your parents have passed, so as a single daughter of theirs, you really didn’t have any family to celebrate anything with. She is like the sister you always wished for. Since you moved here, you always celebrate mostly everything with Natasha, unfortunately not this year. She has a business trip out of the country, not just a few days one but a six months long trip.

That’s why you are taking care of her house while she is away and that includes feeding her pet parrot, Sam, that she named after one of her co-worker, who always repeats what she says as a joke just to upset her. You also have to feed and take her dog, Vodka, for a walk everyday. You always tease her that her love for her favorite liquor is beyond your understanding that if she gets a dog someday she should name it with it, and of course she did.

Besides taking care of her pets, you come to her house daily to make sure everything is okay, take her newspaper and mail in, take the trash out on trash day and shove the snow aside. Sometimes you stay the night there when either you are too lazy to walk back to your house or it's too cold and snowy. You often spend the night there when you hang out with Natasha, so one of the guest rooms upstairs is practically yours.

One night after you take Vodka for a walk, you decide to stay a little bit to play with him and watch the T.V. You open one of the wines and drink it.

Before you know it, you finished the whole bottle then you drank some shots of vodka you brought for Nat last time, it led you pretty drunk and fell asleep.

Time surely passed by so fast after you fell asleep drunk. When you wake up, it's already too late and it snows pretty bad. So you decided to stay the night. You fall asleep the second time before you finally drunkenly walk upstairs to your room and sleep the night there.

_____

As the morning comes, the untouched snow outside reflects the sun in and sparkling beautifully, with the coldness felt on your bearskin, stirring you up from slumber. You found yourself only with your bra and underwear. Finding the blanket is off the bed. You grunt softly, realize that probably as usual you drank too much and the alcohol raised your body heat and your drunk self didn’t like it and stripped your clothes off.

You sit up, bury your face in your palm then brush your eyes to wake yourself up more. The headache you are having right now from the hangover makes you regret drinking as much as you did last night. Your head is pounding, your eyes burn from the lights that come into your room. You swallow dry. Your mouth and throat are begging for a glass of water. You take a deep breath. You look for your glasses as soon as you get up from the bed.

Once you get your vision back, you search for your clothes that are nowhere to be found in the room. You let out exasperated exhales. You hate yourself right now. You walk to the little closet and you can’t find your clothes. Your tired and intoxicated brain recalls that you brought home your clothes in there for your long trip last time and you forgot to bring some back in.

You walk heavily, and you are sure you took off your clothes downstairs. You walk downstairs slowly as you are still dizzy. As soon as you reach downstairs, Sam the parrot says “little bandit intruder is here.”

You ignore the parrot and look for your clothes. You grunt irritatedly knowing Vodka must’ve taken your t-shirt and jeans somewhere. You search for them in the living room seriously and with the hangover, you don’t notice your surroundings and your back.

You finally hear a tiny sound of a step and feel a presence behind you. You turn around slowly and you find a red haired woman, standing there, looking at you scared, pointing a kitchen knife at you. She startled you and you quickly let out a short surprised scream. You raise both of your hands as if you got caught by a police officer then you realize you are half naked then you pull your hands down, try your best to cover your body with your hands only.

Then you realize your life might be in danger so you quickly grab the fireplace poker tool near you and you hold it towards her as your guard.

“Who are you?! Why are you here?!” You ask in nearly a surprised yell. “You are the half naked one in someone else’s house. I should be the one to ask who you are?” Her scared thick accent is clearly heard by you as she asks you.

“Oh and I should trust the red haired stranger in my best friend’s house with a kitchen knife pointing at me?” You ask in sarcasm as you pay attention in surroundings, being ready for anything that might happen. “This is my best friend’s house. I just got here early in the morning. How can I not point a knife at you, when I’m here by myself and the parrot is screaming that an intruder is here.” The green eyed stranger in front of you explains with her eyebrows furrowed in such serious expression.

“I knew it was a bad idea to teach Sam to call me that.” You let out an irritated soft grunt as you keep your guard up.

“What do you mean?” She asks. “You know, Sam, the parrot. My BEST FRIEND, Natasha, the OWNER of this house, taught him to call me the little bandit intruder as a joke.” You explain as your hand pointed to the parrot. “How can I trust you that you are telling the truth that you are her friend?” She asks again full of suspicion.

“Well, how can I TRUST YOU that you are really her best friend?” You return her own question. “I’m gonna call her.” You add and you move to look for your phone. “Don’t move! I will call her.” She commands as she reaches for her phone. “Fine. Call her. It’s probably midnight where she is now.” You answer nonchalantly.

You hear the dialing tone from her phone. Then you hear Nat’s sleepy voice answer the phone. “Hello? Wanda? Are you okay? Are you at the house yet?” Nat asks.

“Yes, Nat. Thank you but I have a problem here. Someone is here, I have to ask you if you know this person here?” Wanda asks as she flips her phone to you, her front camera facing you so Nat can see you and you can see that she is really talking with Nat, the owner of the house. You see her and hear her burst out laughing as soon as she connects the dot that Wanda caught you half naked in her house.

“Seriously? You have to do a video call and show me to her in the camera?” You complain. “What? I have to let her see you so I can be sure you are not a threat to me.” Wanda replies nonchalantly as she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay, fair enough.” You mumble under your breath.

“Y/n, why are you half naked there? Oh you know what, nevermind. You probably got drunk and your body temperature got too hot as usual.” She is trying hard to talk while holding her laughs back. “Whatever, Nat. Thanks to you for forgetting to tell me that someone is coming to this house, I almost got killed half naked by a stranger in your house. Your friend here literally pointed a freaking kitchen knife at me.” You answer with agitation.

“Well don’t blame me. Blame the parrot. It started to scream that an intruder is here.” Wanda tries to defend herself, and hearing your conversation makes Nat laugh even more. “Don’t you dare laughing, Nat. I told you it was a bad idea to teach Sam to call me that.” You glare at Nat on the screen.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Y/n, Wanda, I’m sorry I forgot to tell both of you about both of you. Sorry for the misunderstanding. And, Y/n, if you are looking for your clothes, try to search it at that corner near the back door. Vodka always hides stuff there." Nat giggles.

"Okay. I'm gonna go get my clothes now." You put the fireplace poker back and you walk to the spot Nat told you. You hear mumbles of Wanda's and Nat's conversation.

As you put on your clothes, your mind is thinking about her pretty green eyes paired beautifully with her red hair and her thick accent that makes your heart skittered but you try to ignore your mind.

When you are walking closer to the living room, Wanda doesn't realize that you are there. You hear what Nat says to Wanda in a teasing tone. "Don't worry, she is very nice and single."

“Oh geez Nat, stop. The divorce just started, I don’t think I’m going to be in a relationship in a while after this. I will focus on the boys.” Wanda answers. Hearing what she just said, stops your steps. You feel bad for her. “What? I never liked Vision. You deserve someone better than him. I know Y/n will be perfect for you. She loves kids too.” You hear what Nat answers to her.

You clear your throat as you walk into the living room. “Oh is that y/n? Can I talk to her, Wand?” Your Russian best friend asks the red haired woman from the other line. “Yeah, sure.” She hands you her phone. The conversation with Nat was short. She just explained that Wanda and her sons will stay there while she is away until Wanda can find a place and figure things out. You don’t mind at all and you agree with her helping Wanda and her sons.

After you hung up the phone, you awkwardly talked to her and returned her phone. “Uh–here’s your phone.”

You get nervous all of a sudden. Especially now your hangover has slowly gone after what happened, and you are more aware now with her enchanting beauty. You don’t know why you get all nervous and awkward. “Uh–well, I’m Y/n. I’m sorry that you have to meet me the way you met me this morning, you know, uh just with my underwear and I was all–” You start to ramble.

Wanda smiles and giggles softly. Her smile is so soothing. “I’m Wanda. It’s okay. I’m sorry I pointed a kitchen knife at you. I was not emotionally well this morning and when I saw you, I panicked.” Her smile slowly faded away and instantly replaced with a frown.

“No, no. It’s totally okay. I totally understand. Uh, I’m sure you are tired and need some space, I will leave now. Nice to meet you, Wanda.” You noticed her sad face and it made you want to stay longer to give her company but you don’t know what to do or if she wants it.

As you slowly walk away toward the front door, Wanda’s voice halts your steps and you turn around. “Can I at least make you a coffee? So I feel better after, you know, what happened this morning.” You turn around, seeing her smile that you know actually has sadness in it from what she is going through now.

“Y-yeah, that would be nice. Thank you.” You smile at her. Both of you go to the kitchen. You see Wanda trying to figure out where the coffee and the coffee cups are. You chuckle softly. “It’s okay, Wanda. Just relax, have a seat. I’ll make the coffee for you.” You touch her right upper arm with your left hand, trying to guide her with a gentle push to take a seat. You noticed that her breath hitches softly from your sudden touch. “Uh-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—” You awkwardly explain, trying to look away from her to tame your embarrassment but her green eyes keep pulling your gaze to her.

"It's okay y/n. I wanted to make you coffee but I guess you know this house better than I do." She said as she watches you easily find what she was looking for.

“Oh, it’s just because I spent a lot of time here with Nat. I’m an only child, so she is like the sister I always wished for. What about you? How do you know her?” You ask as if you didn’t hear anything from her conversation about her situation. “We’ve been friends since college. After graduating from college, I got married to my husband, Vision. He wanted me to be a housewife and stay at home mom. I kept in touch with Nat but we rarely met up.” She explains.

“Oh I see. So you have been friends with Nat longer than I have. She knows your husband too?” You ask innocently as you hand her the cup of coffee and you sit facing her. “Yes, she does. She never liked my husband, I meant soon to be ex-husband.” She slowly opens up for you a little. You swallow your sip of coffee and you clear your throat as soon as you hear what she said.

“We have been married for over ten years until one day he woke up and told me he doesn’t love me anymore, wants a divorce and wants me to get out of his house as soon as possible because his new girlfriend is moving in soon. That’s why I’m here. Nat helps me and my twin sons with shelter until I can find a place.” Her lips quivered, trying to hold back her tears as she lowered her head to hide the tears that were pooling in her eyes.

“I’m so sorry that you have to go through this, Wanda.” You tell her genuine sympathy and as if your hand has its own mind, you grab her hand hoping that it will help to calm her.

Surprisingly, it gives her comfort that she didn’t pull her hand away from your soft grip. It even made her subconsciously patch a small smile. “Where are the boys now?” Curiosity pushes you to ask. “They are sleeping upstairs, probably will wake up soon.”

As soon as Wanda answers you, you hear footsteps running down the stairs and you see them walking into the kitchen toward her. “Good morning, mom.” Wanda greets them with warm hugs and they hug her tight. Your eyes are drinking the view with awe. It melts your heart to see how close they are with Wanda and how sweet she is to them. You can see that she is a great mom. “Morning my babies. Say hi to mommy’s new friend, y/n.”

They turn to you from her hug and greets you politely. You think that they are very cute, well mannered kids. You spent the rest of your morning with the three of them. You talked more about each other and you had a great time.

_____

Since that morning, you keep visiting them to make sure that they are okay and get everything they need. Nat told you that you don’t have to watch her house anymore since Wanda and her sons live there. You can actually show Wanda where Sam's and Vodka’s food and how many times to feed them, but then you thought you would not have any more excuse to come there everyday.

As time flies by, Nat helps Wanda get a job at where she works. Wanda seems more comfortable with you and the boys like you more and more as much as you love them. Sometimes Wanda will cook and invite you for lunch or dinner. You also invite them to your house. Sometimes you watch the boys while she goes to work and let the boys play with your video games. The more you spend time with the three of them, the more you love them.

One day, you take Wanda out for lunch to spend more time and both of you walk at the park, talk about each other. That's when you realize that you are falling for the Sokovian single mom but you remember what she said that she won't be in a relationship for a while after the divorce, so you keep your feelings for yourself.

After the walk, both of you went to pick the boys up from school.

"Mommy, can we play snowball fights in the backyard with y/n, please? please? please?" Both of them beg. "Yes, you can but be gentle with y/n, okay?" You run with them to the backyard, as she follows behind three of you and sits on the back porch loving how you get along really well with her sons and how much they love you.

"I'm the ice queen! I will beat you both, boys! No mercy!!!" You act dramatically as you throw snowballs at them and they laugh every time a snowball hits them.

Billy sneaks behind you and throws you one, you turn around to him and now Tommy throws you another one from behind. You end up with the boys ambushing you from both ways. Once again, you dramatically screamed, and you fell on your knees. Then you pretend you are defeated and pass out. As the boys get closer, you startle them with your scream and quickly grab both of them and roll them in the snow. Wanda laughs watching the three of you in so much adoration.

You can feel she is looking at you, you look at her and smile at her then she returns your smile. Eye contacts get caught between you two. You are instantly hypnotized by her ethereal beauty and forget to function until a snowball hits your face. "You boys are done!!" You start chasing them and they laugh out loud as they run.

After a good half hour, all of you get into the house. “That was fun. Oh, I think we should start to decorate the house and most importantly, we need to get a Christmas tree.” You pitch the idea excitedly.

“Where does Aunt Natty keep her tree?” Billy asks innocently. “Keep her tree? She doesn’t keep her tree. She always gets a new one every year.” You answer, confused with his question.

“The boys never have real Christmas trees their whole life. Vision never wants to deal with the hassle of getting real trees, so we always put up fake trees that already have lights on them.” Wanda explains after noticing your confusion on your face. “Seriously? Geez.” You roll your eyes. Her face gets a little sad, thinking she is not a good mom for not letting her kids experience a better Christmas. “I’m sorry, Wands. I didn’t mean to cross the line with my reaction. Why don’t we get real trees and decorate them together?” You ask excitedly. The boys cheer, and Wanda smiles so happy that it lights up the room, you can’t help staring at her. She notices and blush slowly covers her cheeks. You see her blushing, making you act awkward so does she.

At the Christmas tree farm, you let the boys pick their first real Christmas tree. Then you bring all the decorations out, turns on Christmas classic songs. Wanda brings cups of hot cocoa for everybody. Her heart melts watching you with the boys. Her heart leaped. She got a warm, fuzzy feeling. Her hopes kindled. Happiness bloomed inside her. She feels fully alive and that’s when she realizes she is falling in love with you. Once again, eye contacts trapped both of your gazes. You look into each other's eyes and it makes her want to get closer with you. She gets up and helps with the decoration. The house is filled with joy, love and laughter from the four of you.

As soon as everything is done, you are ready to turn the Christmas light on. As you turn on the light, the lights shine and bring up Wanda’s enchanting beauty as she stands near the tree admiring everything. Her eyes gleam. Gold speckles sparkling in her green orbs, her smooth skin softly reflected the lights. You can help yourself but stare. “It’s beautiful, y/n. Thank you for all this.” She looks at you, and it feels like cupid’s arrow stabs straight to your heart that you already lost count how many times it did. “Y-yes, it’s beautiful. You are beautiful too.” You realize what you just said and you choke with your own words. She giggles. “Thank you y/n.”

“Uh–sorry, I didn’t–uh yes yes you are welcomed.” You answer. The night goes by, all of you spend more time until it’s time for you to go home. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Wands. Can’t wait for Christmas shopping with you, for you and the boys.” You smiled.

“Actually, I was thinking, let’s just buy gifts for the boys. We don’t have to buy each other gifts. It’s already more than enough, you have done a lot for the boys.” She gives you an appreciative smile. “Are you sure? I would love to give you some gifts.”

“Yes, y/n. Don’t worry about it. All of this is already a nice gift from you. I appreciate you.” Her green eyes light up with happiness, a stark difference from the first time you see her eyes. “Okay, as long as you are happy, Wands.” You try to look away to tame your nervousness but your eyes can’t get enough of her and you keep looking back at her. Sending signals to your brain to move your steps closer to her.

“You have now idea how happy I am right now, y/n. I can’t thank you enough.” She said as she gently grabbed your hand and squeezed it tenderly, making sure you know how much she means what she said. Her touch makes you feel like you are floating instantly. Your heart skipped a beat and your lungs forgot how to breathe.

The urge to kiss her is driving you crazy but you hold yourself back. Don’t want to make her feel rushed or anything. “I-I’m gonna go now, Wands. See you tomorrow.” You smile.

Right before you start to move Wanda moves forward and catches you in her hug. Both of you let out a content sigh. You quickly hug her back. “See you, y/n.” That quick hug was enough time for her scents evoke your sense of smell that gets you love struck even more. She smells sweet, comforting and fresh at the same time. You let go of the hug and nervously bit your farewell one more time and you went home.

You go Christmas shopping with Wanda, and it’s another day filled with her smile and laughter. She sometimes holds your hand to pull you to follow her when she wants to show you toys for the boys. You enjoy every minute of it. Then you had coffee together shortly before you went home and hid the gifts then wrapped them together when the boys were sleeping.

"Wands, when are you going to take the boys to take a picture with Santa? I saw one at the mall earlier." You ask as you wrap one of the gifts. She lowered her head. "I don't know. We never did it. Vision didn't want to stay in line to do it." She explains in a sad tone.

"Oh my god. Did you marry a robot or something? Seems like he doesn't have emotion or Christmas spirit whatsoever." You let out your sarcasm.

She laughs at your antics. "I guess a robot is the right nickname for him." She tucks her hair to the back of her ear. "Well, I'm gonna give the boys the best Christmas this year. We are going to take pictures with Santa tomorrow." You proudly tell her your plan. Wanda laughs and agrees with you.

_____

You are waiting in line with Wanda and the boys and hand them some snacks. "Are you two excited?"

"Yes of course. This is the first time we are doing this." Billy answers in excitement. "That's why we are here. You can tell him what you want for Christmas. He will ask you." You explain to them, Wanda can see how excited you are.

"Really? Anything?" Tommy's eyes widened in excitement. "Uh-huh. Anything. Then you will take a picture with him." You smile as Wanda answers.

It's finally your turn in line. "Hello! What a very nice family you are!" Santa said. Both of you and Wanda look at each other in a glance and smile. Happy with the idea he said. The twins talk with him and tell him what they want. You and Wanda watch them happily and when it's time to take a picture, Wanda joins them. You stand there patiently waiting but the boys call your name and want you to join in. You refuse politely but they insist, Wanda asks you to join in as well. So you oblige.

After that they print the picture and put it in the frame that you bought. All of you go home with so much happiness after having dinner and ice cream together. "This is a very nice picture y/n. I love it. Thank you." She smiles at you and grabs your hand, as all of you walk to the parking lot. "You are welcomed, Wanda. I just want all of you to have the best Christmas this year."

Wanda's heart raced faster. Another blush creeped up to her cheeks. "It is the best Christmas for them, and for me too." She gently rubs the back of your hand and smiles.

When you get home, you help Wanda to put the twins to bed. Then you tell her you need to go home. She walks you to the front door even though deep down she doesn't want you to leave. She wants to spend more time with you.

"Y/n? I notice that you don't decorate your house. I thought you love Christmas?" She starts the conversation. "Oh yeah, I love Christmas but it's okay. I live alone plus I want to focus more on you and the boys, like I said, the three of you will have the best Christmas." You answer selflessly.

Warmth spreads inside her hearing how much you care about them and their Christmas. "No, it's not all about us, I want you to have a great Christmas as well, so you are coming here on Christmas and celebrate with us. And I'm not taking a no as the answer." She tells you without leaving any room for refusal from you. You laugh. "Okay, I would love to. I can't wait."

_____

Wanda invites you to come there on Christmas eve, she cooks your favorite meal from her recipe. Four of you have dinner together and spend Christmas eve like a little family. Drinking hot chocolate in the living room in front of the fireplace watching t.v together until it's time for bed. The boys go to bed. Both you and Wanda spend more time in the living room. Having some wine, sitting on the comfy rugs on the floor in front of the fireplace, soft Christmas classic songs play in the background.

"Thank you for everything, y/n from day one we met." She smiles as she sips more of her wine. "You are very welcomed, Wands. You deserve it. You are a great mom, you raise the boys right. It's not easy, but you did it. You are incredible and beautiful. You deserve the best." You look at her as you tuck her hair that falls and cover her beauty to the back of her ear. You smile and admire her.

She shyly looks at you as both of your and her face get closer and closer. Your eyes flick between her eyes and her lips. You see her slightly open her lips as you tilt your head and finally your lips brush hers. It was a very gentle, hesitant first kiss. It took a few seconds for Wanda to slowly reciprocate the kiss. Her lips are as soft and sweet as you thought it would be. Her lips slowly move and grips your lips. You broke the kiss to make sure if she is okay with it.

She looks hesitant and surprised but her hand gently grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you back to her and kisses you again. You quickly return the kiss and kiss her deeper. She moans softly in the kiss. You cup her cheeks. You can taste the sweetness of her lips and the taste of the wine that was left on her lips. She slowly parts her lips as you tenderly lick it and slowly slide your tongue in. Her breath hitch when she feels your tongue touch hers.

Both of your breaths get faster. You caught her lower lips between your teeth and the feeling of it makes her right hand rake through your hair and gently pulls your hair. You moan under your breath, in the kiss. Butterflies go crazy in her stomach and your stomach does somersault. Both of your hands slide slowly from her cheeks to her neck, then to her shoulders and end on both of her upper arms. You delicately squeeze her arms and as all the air has escaped your lungs and no more left, both of you break the kiss. Both of you press the forehead to each other, smiling on each other's lips. She showers you with peck kisses and you both giggles. Then slowly open your eyes and both of you sit back, looking at each other lovingly.

Comfortable silence fills the room. Both of you are enjoying every single second of it. She doesn’t talk about the kiss but you understand and you don’t want to rush her on anything. She feels giddy and drunk with happiness. To you, the kiss feels like a caffeine buzz. She glows inside, her hopes rose. Joy welled up in your heart.

Wanda pour more wine to your glass. "I try not to drink too much tonight, I don't want to get too hot and strip here in the living room." You tell her jokingly.

She laughs. "I don't mind. This time I won't point a kitchen knife at you." You laugh.

As night gets later, you both get more comfortable with each other. Both of you lay down on the rug, talk about a lot of random things, until both of you fall asleep.

Morning comes, Christmas' ray of sunshine slides into the living room. Gently land on your closed eyelids and wake you up. You slowly open your eyes, and find Wanda snuggling with you sound asleep. You lay on your back, her head is on your chest with her hand wrapped around your waist and of course and your left arm wraps her body with your hand on her arm, as usual you are not wearing your shirt, only in your bra but this time you keep your jeans.

"Oh my God. Wands, wake up. We have to wake up before the boys." You wake her up and try not to panic. You hear she answers you with a hum and she snuggles into you more. "Wands, wake up." This time you call her louder and it wakes her up.

Wanda realized where she was lying and she swiftly got up. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to---" She tries to explain but she realizes you are topless and she holds her laugh.

"It's okay, Wands. And yeah, you can laugh. This is why I tried not to drink that much." You smile with obvious blush on your cheeks. Wanda threw your t-shirt to you. You try to stand up wobbly as if you are still drunk and it makes her laugh more.

You rush, you forgot to bring in one more gift. You come back with quite a large gift and other small gifts. "Oh my God, y/n, why didn't you tell me if you need help. What is this? You are really spoiling the boys."

"Well, I was gonna ask your help but you were busy laughing at me." You sarcastically joke at her and she slaps your arm playfully.

Right on time, you hear the boys running down the stairs. "It's Christmas! Let's go. Tommy!" Billy rushed his twin. "I'm coming!" Tommy answers.

"Whoa!!! That's a lot of presents!" Both of them gawked. "Merry Christmas to you, little monkeys!" You said it out loud as you spread your arms wide, proud with all the gifts. Wanda laughs. "Merry Christmas mommy!" They run to their mom and hug her tight. "Merry Christmas my babies! Go hug y/n too." She commands the boys to go to you and they come to you and cover you with their hug. "Merry Christmas, y/n. We love you!"

Wanda's eyes get teary hearing what the boys told you. "Aw love you too my boys! Go open your presents."

They both open their presents crazily excited. "Whoa! You got us this! This is the best Christmas ever!" Both of them yell in excitement about getting a PlayStation from you.

"Y/n, that's too much. You give them so many presents."

"It's okay, Wands. I love them. Now they can play video games whenever they want and they don't have to wait for me to come home from work." You smile and shrug your shoulders.

You pull a medium size box and hand it to the gorgeous woman in front of you. "Merry Christmas, Wanda." You smile. Her surprised yet happy face is priceless for you.

"Y/n, I thought we agreed we don't give each other presents." She hesitantly takes the present from you. "I know but I want to give you something, so yeah." You answer casually. "Oh okay, yeah, I get it. Me too. So here you go. Merry Christmas, y/n." She hands you present

"Whoa! Thank you, Wands! So much for not giving each other gifts." You joke around. You see her open it excitedly and she admires your gift, a red coffee mug with the picture of Santa and four of you printed on it

"Y/n, this is so cute. I love it! The picture and the color." She said as she looked at the coffee mug, smiling. "Yeah, I remember you were looking for coffee mugs to make me coffee here, now you have your own coffee mug.."

She giggles at what you said as she nervously looks at you opening your present from her.

You smile so wide when you look at a blue navy jacket with a hoodie and you laugh instantly when you see what's printed on it. "Little Bandit Intruder".

You put the jacket on and you wear it proudly. "This is awesome! I love that you put my nickname on it. Thank you! I have another gift for you.” You hand her a smaller box. “What? Y/n—” She takes it from you and opens it.

Her breath hitches as soon as she finds out what it is. A rose gold bracelet with a small ruby stone and initials of Billy and Tommy engraved on its band. Her eyes swim with tears. She pulls her hand to cover her mouth in surprise. “Y/n, this..this is very nice. I—”

“I hope you like it but I can return it if you don’t.” You anxiously tell her. “No No. I love it! Thank you.” Her eyes twinkled. You grab the bracelet and help her put it on her wrist. “I just thought it will be a nice symbol of your new fresh start with the boys in life after the, you know, the divorce. Also as a reminder for you of this year’s Christmas. I–” You got interrupted by her hugging you tightly. “Thank you, y/n. For everything. For being you.” You feel her bury her face on the crook of your neck. You hug her back and she lets out a relief, relaxed and content sigh.

You and Wanda watch the twins open their presents. She hesitantly asks you. “Y/n, Nat is coming home after the new year. It means, I have to find a place for me and the boys. There is this one house that I think it’s perfect. Would you come with me to check the house?”

“I don’t think you have to find a place, Wands.” You answer her. “What do you mean?” Confusion evident on her face as she asks.

“Move in with me, Wands.” You hold her hand. “Y/n, I can’t. I don’t want to be a burden.” She answers, her eyebrows furrowed. “Why not? I love the twins like my own. I love all your company. I have extra rooms for three of you to have your own room. I always live alone, and now I have three of you. I want you to be around me.” You kiss her hand as you keep your gaze locked with hers.

Tears shimmered in her eyes, thinking everything you said was the sweetest thing she ever heard. She nods quickly with a smile. “Okay, y/n. The boys and I will move in with you.” You instantly hug her in excitement. You pull away from the hug. “This is the best Christmas I ever had.” You smiled looking at her. Wanda gives you a quick soft peck kiss.

The unexpected guests have stolen your heart.

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A/n: I hope you enjoyed this! As usual reblog, like, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated. Merry Christmas peeps! Happy Holidays!

Cheerio!

Chellez TjS.

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[666writingcafe]

If requests aren’t over yet do you think they have holidays in the devildom? How do they celebrate?

This is a really good question which requires a lot of thought. I will give you the short version in this response and then elaborate further in the future.

The Devildom definitely has holidays. That much is certain. Some of them are their own creation, and others are taken from the human world, especially the longer MC stays in the Devildom. Canon tells us that Diavolo's birthday is treated like a national holiday (that just happens to coincide with Halloween), and all demons celebrate the arrival of the Blood Moon. However, I feel like those are not the only holidays the Devildom has. Below the cut is a list of those holidays, sorted by month.

January: New Year's Day (adopted from the human world), Midwinter Fest (celebrated late January, early February; celebrates the halfway point of winter; very lowkey), Feast of the First Moon (occurs during the first full moon of the year; a proper feast that takes place at the Demon Lord's castle)

February: Festival of Strangers (the week of Valentine's Day; a time of meeting new people and hooking up with them; Asmo's favorite holiday)

March: Day of Melodies (occurs on the first Friday of the month; takes form in a singing competition), Spring Festival (occurs the week of the first day of spring; welcoming the new season)

April: Day of the Wind (occurs in the middle of the month; essentially a ceremony to ensure that the wind acts in favor of the demons), Festival of Elders (occurs during the last week of the month; essentially a way to celebrate Diavolo's father's birthday)

May: Celebration of Whispers (occurs on the first few days of the month; a ceremony that involves talking to the soil to ensure that the crops grow properly); Fairy Festival (occurs after the Celebration of Whispers; a ceremony that involves making offerings to the Devildom fairies to make sure that they will be helpful during the growing season)

June: Celebration of Wine (occurs on Lucifer's birthday; fairly straightforward), Summer Festival (occurs the week of the first day of summer; welcoming the new season; culminates in the celebration of the summer solstice/Feast of Light)

July: Festival of Silence (an optional holiday that goes through the entire month; people who choose to celebrate take a month-long vow of silence to remember those who have fallen in battle throughout the centuries)

August: Feast of Victory (first of the month; held for those who successfully complete their vow of silence the previous month); Traditional Celebration (demons spend the month doing research on an important event in Devildom history and then complete an oral presentation on the last day of the month; the best presentation wins a lot of Grimm)

September: Day of Pigs (occurs on Mammon's birthday, which is rather unfortunate for the second born); Autumn Festival (occurs the week of the first day of autumn; welcoming the new season)

October: Festival of the Queen (occurs during the first week of the month; celebrates Diavolo's mom's birthday); Diavolo's birthday (October 31st)

November: Festival of Folklore (occurs during the first week of the month; focuses on, well, Devildom folklore); Thanksgiving (adopted from the human world, but with a heavy emphasis on reflection and gratitude)

December: Celebration of Illumination (the Devildom's version of Christmas, except that it's officially a month long); Winter Festival (occurs the week of the first day of winter; welcomes the new season; culminates in the celebration of the winter solstice/Feast of Darkness); New Year's Eve (adopted from the human world)

Of course, there are ancillary holidays, but these are the major ones that residents of the Devildom celebrate.

[vivianweasley]

Let Her Go (F.W. x Reader)

Summary: “Only know you love her when you let her go.” childhood friends to lovers, unrequited love

Prompt: This is for @vogueweasley‘s 1K writing challenge and the prompt is #44 “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.” Congrats again lovely!!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst to a bit of fluff, unrequited love, mention of alcohol (Fred being drunk), language (one curse word), Fred being stupid

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: Did I write another friends to lovers with unrequited love? Yes, but I love this idea and I’m just writing to cope. The inspiration is Let Her Go by Passenger! Hope you guys would like it! (Also, let’s pretend they used telephone)

Special thanks to @valwritesx for the support<3

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Please do NOT repost or translate my work on another site without explicit permission! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcome:)

In your memories, you were always following Fred Weasley around.

You followed him around when he and George were throwing dungbombs in their neighbor’s garden. You were six, and he was seven.

You followed him around when it was your first year at Hogwarts. You were an awkward first year, but he has already established quite a reputation.

You followed him everywhere. Whether it was a quidditch game or detention, you were always there with him. Some people called you his sidekick, but you never really minded because you were absolutely head over heels for him.

You knew he knew about your stupid little crush; you weren’t trying to hide your feelings anyway. And you knew that your feelings weren’t reciprocated, but that didn’t matter. Loving him was your own business. Plus, you knew that at least you meant something to him, so you’ve still got a chance.

You loved him with all your heart and without a doubt. It was one-sided and lonely, but you never cared. Well, at least not until now.

~

It was your party to celebrate receiving a brilliant job offer from America. All of your friends were there.

“I’m so happy for you! But I’m also gonna miss you a lot!” George exclaimed for like the twentieth time today.

You chuckled, “I know, Georgie, I’ll miss you too! And I’m not leaving until the end of the next month. I’ve still got a lot to take care of before I go.” Now that you were actually talking about leaving, the whole concept of living in another country so far away finally began to feel more realistic. “There are just so many things and people I’ll miss.”

“By people, you mean Fred, right?” Ginny teased, “Speaking of which, where is he?”

“I don’t know. He promised he would come,” you replied, couldn’t control the blush that was climbing up your cheeks.

Ginny was right. Of course you were going to miss all of your friends dearly, but you were also going to miss Fred just a little more than the others. And that’s why you were a bit disappointed that he was so late to your party. You couldn’t stop yourself from checking the clock and the door every now and then. The butterflies in your stomach started dancing whenever you heard something outside, but they always die down when you realized it wasn’t him.

The clock soon struck 12, and when you were saying goodbye to the last of the guests, you finally accepted the fact that Fred was not going to show up tonight. 

~

You were helping at the joke shop the next day, and it was already noon when you heard Fred walking down the stairs. 

“Morning,” you could still hear the sleepiness in his voice, and you could tell from his messy hair and puffy eyes that it was a hangover. You frowned a little but you tried not to overthink. Surely he had a good reason, right?

“It’s already noon, brother,” George asked the question for you, “where were you last night?”

“I ran into Lee after work, and we went to the pub. Why?”

“Why? It was Y/N’s party last night, you forgot?”

“Wait, it was last night? Ah shit, I forgot. I’m sorry Y/N,” he turned to look at you. You could see the sorry on his face, but you couldn’t hear it in his voice. You knew that expression all too well. It was the same reaction whenever he got caught playing pranks on someone. He was saying that he’s sorry, but you knew he didn’t mean it.

“Fred, you do realize that she’s leaving soon, right?” George was finding this unbelievable too.

“Oh c’mon, last time I checked, we still have something called a portkey. And I’m sure Y/N will be visiting us pretty often, right Y/N?” The carelessness in his voice stung you.

Hurt, mixed with anger, was rushing to your brain. It was the moment that struck you, a moment that should have happened a long time ago. 

You always thought that even though Fred didn’t love you back, at least you were still a very important friend to him. But now you’ve finally realized that maybe this was just another self-comforting lie. It was not the first time he forgot something about you, and it seemed like he never cared anyway. 

“What am I in your life?” You asked quietly, “Because as of lately, I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“What are you saying? Y/N, you’re not making any sense.”

“I always thought it’s alright that my feelings aren’t reciprocated because it’s just my own business. But I’m not just that stupid girl who has a crush on you; I’m also your friend! And friends shouldn’t treat friends like nothing.” Your voice sounded calm, but tears were streaming down your face, “It was always me who’s looking for you and thinking about you, but friendship takes two, Fred. Maybe you should start trying too.” 

Then you just stormed out of the joke shop, before George could try to talk you round and before Fred could probably tell a joke to laugh it off.

~

One week later, you left for your new job in a hurry. You said goodbye to every one of your friends, except for Fred. 

Fred was feeling guilty but also confused. Why did you snap like that? What he did was surely just a small mistake, right? And he wasn’t too worried. He was sure that you would forgive him and come back to him. You always do. In fact, he was convinced that he could see you again the next holiday. 

Halloween night, George had plans, so Fred was in charge of closing up tonight. Looking at the empty bowl of sweets on the counter, Fred thought about you. You always remembered to fill it up, especially around Halloween.

The autumn wind was getting cold, and he pulled his coat tighter as he walked outside. The kids on the street were all dressed up, going from door to door trick-or-treating. Fred remembered how you two and George would always go trick-or-treating together on Halloween since you were kids. Even after you all grew up, you would still drag him to go with you. But now he was walking alone in his business suit, on his way home. This moment he felt as if the kid inside him has left with you.

When he got home, he turned on the TV and started switching channels absentmindedly. You should be there, suggesting to watch a horror movie, but then deciding on something family-friendly. You would always try to have a Halloween movie marathon but end up falling asleep, lying on his shoulder. He found it adorable, but he never told you that.

Fred sighed as he laid back on the couch. This was the first Halloween without you.

~

Christmas morning, Fred walked downstairs, noticing something was different in the air. The Burrow was quieter. Sure, most of his family were already up and were gathered around the Christmas tree, chatting and laughing. But you weren’t there.

You weren’t there, showing up at the Burrow way too early in the morning. You weren’t there knocking on his door and waking him up using a cheerful, sing-song voice. He would always groan and tell you to give him five more minutes. But this year, when he woke up to the mechanical sound of the alarm clock, he really missed your cheerful voice.

Fred walked downstairs with everyone wishing him a Merry Christmas, but his eyes were searching the crowd for a glimpse of you that was just impossible to be found. This was the first Christmas without you.

~

New Year’s Eve, Fred and George were at the local pub’s New Year countdown party, along with the other boys. Just like usual, the boys had too much drink and passed out in the pub.

When Fred was only half-awake, he heard your voice calling him, “Freddie! C’mon, let’s get you home!” A soft smile appeared on his lips. You were back! He knew you would be back for the new year. He knew you wouldn’t leave him for too long.

You were always there to pick him up and carry him home after New Year’s party. He was always amazed at how you managed to carry him as he was taller than you, but you were always there for him. He just felt so lucky now to have you in his life, and seeing you in front of him made him smile like an idiot.

You were frowning seeing him lying on the floor, but you soon gave in when you saw that smile. You chuckled and whispered, “Happy New Year, Freddie.” 

The soft smile stayed on Fred’s lips. He felt at home.

When Fred woke up again, he found himself lying on the floor of the pub. The pub was already empty. The boys were already gone. Someone must have picked them up, but there was no one for him. He finally began to realize that it was just a dream. You were still in America, and he was still a loser who’s lying alone on the cold floor on the first day of the new year. 

Fred managed to walk out of the pub. The freezing wind was slapping on his face, trying to sober him up. He walked past a coffee shop. That was your favorite. 

You were all he could think of now. Fred knew that you had a crush on him, but he always believed that it was just a stupid little childhood crush and it would fade as soon as you all grow up. He was just too familiar with you, and familiarity wasn’t what he thought he was looking for in romance.

But you were already in every part of his life. No matter where he goes or what he does, you were always there. But now you weren’t.

There was the first time Fred told a joke, and you weren’t the first to laugh. He loved the way you laugh, for it could always brighten up his whole day, but he never admitted it. 

There was the first time he was humming a song, and you weren’t there to sing along. He loved your voice, for it could always calm him down, but he wouldn’t tell you that.

There was the first time when he realized that he needed you in his life.

The first time when he realized that he loved you more than he thought he did.

It was like muscle memory for him to remember everything about you, but he wasn’t even aware of that, and you obviously didn’t know too. Instead of showing you how much he loved and appreciated you, he just took you for granted because he thought you would never leave. 

Fred dialed your number that night. He thought he might go crazy if he couldn’t hear your voice tonight. As he waited for you to pick up, he felt the inside of his stomach were all twisted together, but it was soon replaced by butterflies when he heard your voice.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N, it’s me, Fred,” he didn’t know why he stuttered, “S-so, I was wondering...do you know where is the photo of us at the station? It was your first year of school. Did you take it with you?”

“No, I gave it to George. Why?” He couldn’t tell your emotion through the phone. Were you annoyed? Or were you happy to hear his voice too?

“Oh, umm, nothing, just missing the old days.” 

“Oh, okay...Anything else?”

There were so many things that he wanted to say. He wanted to tell you that he’s sorry and he missed you so much, but you sounded impatient. So all he managed to say was, “Happy New Year, Y/N.”

There was a few seconds of silence; then he heard you reply, “Happy New Year, Fred.”

Hanging up the phone, Fred felt his heart sank. He hated how emotionless you sounded, and he knew he had to do something. Maybe he couldn’t convince you to come back to him, but at least he owed you an apology.

~

Valentine’s Day. Evening, you walked out of the building you worked in. It was on a wizarding street just like Diagon Alley, so it didn’t take you too long to adjust to the new environment. 

The shops on this street were all having Valentine’s specials, and it reminded you of the Valentine’s specials of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. Fred always had the most interesting and romantic ideas-you shook your head. You promised yourself not to think about him anymore.

A shop at the corner captured your attention. You’ve never seen this shop before. You looked for the name of the shop and the sign above read “WWW’.

Just when you thought you were losing your mind and associating everything with Fred again, the shop owner walked out. 

Fred smiled when he saw you. The same beaming smile that had you head over heels for him for as long as you could remember. “Hi, I'm new here. Would you mind showing me around?”

~

A/N: Sorry if the ending feels a bit rushed! I felt like it made sense to end here so the reader could decide if she wants to forgive him or not. 

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could you maybe do an eric forman x reader where they go to a halloween party and the reader dresses up as Leia from star wars and eric absolutely m e l t s it can be spicy or fluffy or both lol i’m deprived of eric content

 I’ll be so happy to do that for you! :)

Eric x Reader

October 24, 1977

Point Place, Wisconsin

Eric Forman’s Basement

“What’s everybody doing for Halloween?” Donna asked as she sat down next to Eric and Kelso.

“Oh, probably going to eat a lot of candy and cry myself to sleep,” Eric commented. “Being alone on this holiday isn’t fun.”

Y/n was sitting in the lawn chair adjacent from him and set down the magazine she was reading on her lap. “What do you mean? It’s not like it’s Christmas,” she laughed.

“Yeah, but with Halloween, girls can dress up as slu-aaaa--” Eric stammered while staring at an amused y/n.

“Like what, Eric?” Y/n asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“Uh,” Eric stuttered once more and cleared his throat. “Like, uh, slugs. Girls can dress up like slugs.”

“Nice save,” Hyde chuckled. 

“Yeah, but Halloween is better,” Fez piped up. “You get all kinds of free candy.”

“Well, Fez, people get candy on Christmas too,” Jackie mentioned and sat on Kelso’s lap.

“Yeah, but my host parents don’t allow me to eat as much candy on Christmas and since they don’t celebrate Halloween, I have to hide it from them,” Fez replied sourly. 

“Well, that’s sad,” Y/n said. 

“You know what’s sad?” Hyde asked, sitting from his usual spot with his feet up on the table and arms crossed. “Halloween is on a Monday this year, so we can’t do anything.”

“Well, we can still have it the weekend of,” Donna suggested. “Like, this weekend?”

Everyone looked at each other,

“Yeah, that sounds good,” they all agreed.

“Saturday night, here in the basement?” Eric asked, looking at everyone for approval.

“Yeah, yeah that sounds good,” everyone agreed, except for y/n.

“Y/n?” Eric asked, causing y/n’s heart to jump in her chest. “You coming?”

Y/n’s brain jumbled for a minute with Eric’s doe eyes staring at her. “Y-yeah,” she stuttered. “I’ll be there.”

“Great!” he exclaimed. “Saturday night it is!”

“Yayyyy,” Y/n mumbled under her breath as she turned her attention back to the magazine.

                                              --Time Skip--

Later that week at the Halloween store, y/n, Jackie, and Donna were shopping around for their costumes.

“What are you guys wanting to go as?” Jackie asked as she picked up a French maid costume. “I think I’m going to go as this and Michael will be my lord.”

Y/n and Donna snickered. 

“What?” Jackie asked innocently. 

“I think Kelso might expecting a little bit more than a house cleaning,” Y/n giggled and laughed when she saw Jackie’s face blush a deep crimson.

“What are you going as, Donna?” Jackie asked, quickly changing the subject. 

“I don’t know,” she answered absent-mindedly. “Casey is going to be there, so I have to look foxy.”

“You’re still going out with him?” Y/n asked, not hiding her judgment. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with him.”

“I know, but he’s so dreamy,” Donna responded with a smile and pulled a sexy devil costume out. 

“That would look good on you,” Y/n commented. 

“Thanks, I might go as this,” she said off handedly and looked at y/n. “What about you? What’re you going as?”

“I don’t know,” she responded and pulled out a sexy nurse costume. “I don’t see anything that sticks out to me.”

“Maybe you should get that one costume we talked about,” Jackie said with a suggestive smile.

“No,” Y/n said quickly with wide eyes and shook her head. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“What? What isn’t going to happen?” Donna asked excitedly.

“Nothing,” Y/n said and walked away.

“Oh, c’mon, y/n. We’re best friends. You can tell me anything,” Donna badgered. 

“No, really, it’s nothing.”

“I think we should tell her,” Jackie agreed. “She was bound to find out sooner or later.”

“No, I’d rather not do this right now,” Y/n begged. “Please, please drop it.”

“Okay, now I need to know!” Donna said with a wide smile.

“C’mon, y/n, just tell her. It’s not like it’s a big deal anymore,” Jackie said.

“It kind of is,” Y/n said quietly. 

“What is?!” Donna almost shouted, causing some people to turn to look at them.

Y/n looked around her for a minute, contemplating saying anything before finally throwing in the towel. “Okay, fine. But, before I do, please promise me you won’t get mad at me.”

Donna knitted her eyebrows together. “Why would I be mad at you?”

A nervous noise came out of y/n as she wrung her hands together before nervously looking at Jackie who signaled for her to continue. “Well, um...okay, it’s uh--” she looked over to Donna who was staring at her with wide and curious eyes, “Okay, here’s the thing--”

“Oh, for the love of God just spit it out!” Donna said impatiently. 

“Okay,” Y/n said, starting to sway a little. “It’s, uh, Princess Leia.”

Donna giggled. “You were nervous about telling me you’re going to go as Princess Leia?”

“Well...yeah.”

This time Donna laughed. “That’s funny because Eric would really love--” she gasped. “Oh my God. You like Eric?!”

Y/n made a face as she just stepped on a bug and heard a nasty crunch. “Yeah.”

“For how long?” Donna asked, all humor gone.

Y/n sighed and rubbed her forehead. She wanted to run out as fast as the flash out the door. “Not very long,” she admitted. 

“When you mean not long, do you mean after me and Eric broke up?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, sort of.”

“What do you mean sort of?”

“Sort of as in yes,” Y/n answered quickly and nervously. 

“What--? How--?” 

“Well, after you two broke up, Eric really needed someone to talk to and I was the only one that would listen without getting annoyed,” Y/m defended. “And during that time, he was vulnerable and just really sweet and it made me look at him in a whole new light.”

Donna was quiet for a moment making both Jackie and y/n nervous. 

“I’m really sorry, Donna,” Y/n said. “I didn’t mean it for it to happen. It’s just that--”

Donna giggled making y/n to stop talking and stare at her in confusion. “Y/n, it’s okay.”

“Wait, really?” Y/n and Jackie asked in unison.

“Yeah,” Donna answered. “We broke up months ago and I’m dating Casey now. And the fact that you hesitated to do anything really means a lot to me. You’re a great friend.”

“Oh, thank you,” Y/n said, sighing in relief.

“And if you want to pursue anything with him, you have my blessing,” Donna said.

“Wow, Donna. Thank you,” she replied and gave her a hug. “You’re the best.”

“It’s no problem. Besides, now you’re the one has to deal with all the Star Wars references,” Donna sang-song as she walked passed y/n to go buy her costume.

                                      --Time Skip--

The party’s music was blaring from the Forman’s basement that night. Kitty and Red had gone over to the Pinciotti’s house for their Halloween--much against Red’s will. A lot of people showed up, making the basement loud. Donna went as a sexy devil, Jackie went as a sexy French maid, Kelso was dressed up in robe playing lord of the manor, Fez as Frank N. Furter from Rocky Horror Picture Show...again, and Hyde didn’t dress up, because, well it’s Hyde. Casey surprised everyone by actually showing up and could barley keep his hands off of Donna. And Eric, of course, dressed up as Luke Skywalker. 

Donna and Casey sat in the lawn chair, her in his lap while he whispered sweet nothings. Jackie and Kelso hung around the washer and dryer machine with Hyde, drinking beers and talking. Eric was hanging around with Fez, a Darth Vader, and a Tinker Bell. Eric was trying not to look at Fez’s pale legs while geeking out with Darth Vader and Tinker Bell. The only person missing was y/n.

“So, when Luke Skywalker blew up the Death Star--” he continued his story, but stopped when Hyde clapped a hand on Eric’s shoulder.

“Hey, man, you’re girlfriend is here,” he joked.

“What? I don’t have a girlfriend,” Eric said confused.

Hyde pointed to the door. Eric’s gaze followed to where he was pointing and could feel his heart stop for a moment. Y/n was standing at the door dressed as Princess Leia. If he was being honest with himself, she looked stunning. He never knew someone could look more beautiful than she did right now. He had always thought she was attractive, but he was always in love with Donna, but ever since they broke up, he found himself liking her more than just a friend. Even though y/n wasn’t as big of a fan of Star Wars herself, he still loved that he was able to be himself and geek out with her and not feel judged by it.

She made eye contact with him and made her way over to him.

“Hey!” she greeted cheerfully. “We match!”

“Uhhhh...y-yeah,” he stuttered. “You, uh, you-you look great.”

Y/n curtsied making Eric chuckle. “Thank you, Mr. Skywalker. You look great yourself.”

Tinker Bell had gotten bored and walked off while Fez and Darth Vader stayed to ogle at y/n.

“Hey, so what cha doing later?” Darth Vader asked.

Y/n looked around the party with a mild confused look. “Uh, this?”

Darth Vader chuckled. “I meant after the party.”

“Going home,” she stated.

Darth Vader nodded his head. “Got it.”

“Thanks,” she said, grateful that he wasn’t going to push her. He walked off, leaving the three of them.

“And I’m going to go find a drunk girl,” Fez said and sauntered off.

Eric and y/n stood alone; Y/n’s heart beating out of her chest. “So, nice party. A lot more people showed up than I thought.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Eric replied, a smile growing on his cute face. “Thanks for coming.”

“Oh, you know I wouldn’t miss it.”

Eric couldn’t stop himself for staring at y/n from head to toe. “You really do look great tonight though.”

She smiled shyly at him. “Thank you.”

“Hey, Forman!” Hyde called from nearby the washer and dryer. “Keg is here. Help me do a keg stand.”

Eric pointed his thumbs over his shoulder. “Duty calls.”

“Yeah,” Y/n replied nodding her head. “I’m going to get a drink.”

“Hey, I’ll catch you later?”

Y/n nodded. “Okay.”

She watched him walk off and hold Hyde by the ankles as he drank straight from the tap. Y/n chuckled to herself as she turned to the shower and grabbed a beer. She popped it open and went over to Donna and Jackie to talk to them.

“Wow, look at you,” Jackie gushed. “Looking sexy.”

“Awe, thanks Jackie,” she said, blushing.

“I saw that you caught the attention of someone,” Donna said seductively and subtly glanced over at Eric who was too into making sure Hyde didn’t fall on his face to notice y/n sitting on the couch. She had purposely had her dress hiked up to expose her right thigh, but still covering to be decent.

Eric wanted to look but he couldn’t take the chance of being distracted. 

“Okay, Forman, your turn,” Hyde slurred as he was lowered down.

“Wait! I have something better,” Kelso called out and brought out a funnel and a tube. “Gotta do this right.”

“Hell yeah!” Hyde whooped and connected the tube to the funnel.

Eric got down on one knee and put the tube to his mouth as Hyde started quickly filling up the funnel with cans of beer.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” everyone at the party chanted as Eric successfully drained four cans of beer. 

Eric stumbled back up and burped as he swayed a little. “I’m going to feel that buzz here in a minute.”

Y/n laughed as she watched the guy she liked come over and sit beside her. “What cha talkin’ about good lookin’?”

Y/n squinted her eyes at him while chuckling. “How drunk are you right now?”

“It’s more of a buzz going on,” he confessed. “But this confidence is real.” He clicked his tongue and pointed at himself.

“Hey, y/n, you wanna give this a go?” Hyde asked.

“Yes, do a keg stand!” Kelso shouted.

“No,” Y/n said quickly and firmly. “I’m not giving you another reason to look up my dress.”

“Kill joy!” Kelso shouted, now in a drunken stupor. 

“I will drink from the tube though,” she said to Hyde who nodded in approval.

As she walked over to Hyde, grabbed the tube, and got on her knees, Hyde nodded approvingly. “Oh, yeah. Get on them knees.”

“Shut up, you idiot and just start,” Y/n said.

“That’s what she said too!” Hyde threw his head back laughing.

“Just give me the beer!” she shouted, laughing at her friend’s stupidity.

“Alright, alright, alright, calm down,” he responded and started pouring the beer down the funnel.

The fizz of the beer burned as it quickly went down her throat. The fizz was going into her nose causing her eyes to water, but she refused to stop. As everyone chanted around her to keep going, she forced herself to focus on ingesting the beer instead of Eric, who was watching her intently. 

Hyde ended up pouring three beers in the funnel before she brought the tube up, careful not to spill. Everyone cheered and she got off the floor, her knees cracking from sitting on the concrete floor. 

“Damn, color me impressed,” Hyde said. “I thought you’d only be able to do one.”

“Please, I’ve been drinking with you morons for the past year and a half. I have a higher tolerance now.”

Hyde grinned, “You’re welcome.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” y/n said and suddenly felt her skin heat up. “I’ll be right back.”

She walked out the basement and up the stairs, feeling that autumn breeze cool down her burning skin. She breathed in the cool evening air and sat on the porch. She leaned her head back and listened to the wind rattling the trees and crunchy leaves fly their way down the driveway.

She sat there like that for a minute or two before a voice caused her to snap her eyes open.

“Hey, you alright?”

Eric sat down next to her as she lazily turned her head to look at him. She could feel the alcohol starting to slush around her head, but it was a good buzz. “Yeah, ‘m fine,” she responded and looked back up at the night’s sky. “Just getting a breather. Started getting hot in there.”

“Yeah, when you’ve had a few beers and have a lot people around you, the air tends to heat up quick,” he commented.

Y/n hummed in response and looked back at him. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Oh, well, I saw you leave and wanted to make sure you were enjoying the party.”

“Oh, me? I’m having a marvelous time.”

“Why did that sound sarcastic?” he deadpanned.

Y/n giggled. “It’s not. I really am having a great time.”

Eric gave her a single nod. “Good.” His wrung his hands as he struggled to find the right words. Y/n had her eyes closed again, so she didn’t notice his nervousness. “You really do look good tonight.”

Y/n opened her eyes once more and looked at him. “Thank you, Eric. You look good too.”

“No, I mean, you look really beautiful.”

Y/n blushed at his words and stood up, pretending to stretch. In reality, it was a way to cover up her nerves. “Thank you, Eric. That’s really sweet.” She smiled at him as he stood up to stand in front of her. “Shall we go back in?”

“Uh, yeah, but before we do,” he began and grabbed her arm, stopping her from turning around. “Um, if you’d like to grab a burger with me--o-or, you know, catch a movie, that would be cool.”

“Oh,” Y/n asked in surprise. “Just you and me?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, his nerves shining through. “If you want to of course.”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” she smiled at him.

“Okay, good. I was afraid that you were going to say no. Because I really li--”

He was cut off by her lips quickly meeting his. She wasn’t sure if it was the newfound confidence or the alcohol, or maybe even both, but she felt like the time was right.

“And you kissed me?” Eric asked, confused.

“Oh my God,” Y/n said, embarrassed. “Did I read the signs wrong? I’m so sorry. I’m so dumb. I thought you were asking me out--”

Now she was interrupted by Eric’s hand wrapping around her neck and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. She didn’t need to wait for her to completely melt into the kiss and placed her hands on either side of his face. She felt the universe line up and butterflies erupt in her stomach.

As he pulled away, he looked into her eyes. “I was.”

“Okay, so I’m not dumb,” she said lowly and chuckled to herself.

“No, not at all,” he said and captured her lips once more. “Tomorrow night, I’ll pick you up at seven.”

She nodded and brought him in for another kiss, completely forgetting where she was for a moment until, “Alright! Get it, Eric!”

Eric and y/n broke their amorous kiss and looked to see Kelso, Hyde, Donna, Jackie, Fez, and Casey watching them.

“Hey, would you look at that. Foreplay has some moves,” Casey commented, making Donna lightly smack him in the chest.

“Bout damn time too,” Hyde said. “I was getting tired of hearing about his feelings towards y/n.”

Y/n flushed in embarrassment and hid her face in Eric’s chest.

“Uh, guys? Can we get a little privacy here?” Eric deadpanned.

“Sure, sure,” Fez said. “Hey, Eric. If you see her boobs, please describe them to me.”

Y/n and Eric looked at him with the most annoyed expression.

“Shut up, Fez!”

[shyvioletcat]

“I moved in next door a few months ago and had no idea how enthusiastic you are about Christmas, but I mentioned I hadn’t decorated, so now you’re knocking on my door with a box full of decorations and are begging me to let you decorate” — this one seems fitting for rowaelin too! I can see Aelin being the super excited one who wants to help her cute neighbor decorate heh

Day One of the Rowaelin Holiday Celebration. Just some neighbourly fluff to get us started.

~~~~~

It had been just before Halloween when Rowan moved into his new place. It was half of a neat little duplex, small garden and a stone path that led up to his front porch. He knew he had a neighbour but he hadn’t seen her until a few days before Halloween when she had been carting boxes and boxes of stuff out of her house onto her own front porch. Her long golden hair was braided back, grey puffy coat over her body, and she had given him a smile as he trudged up the stairs and it had stopped him in his tracks.

“Do you decorate?” She asked.

“I—what?” Rowan stammered, noting the colour of her eyes. A bright turquoise, all the brighter for the rosiness in her cheeks from the cold.

“For Halloween, do you decorate?” She asked again, leaning over her railing so she could see him better.

Rowan took a step down so he could do the same. “No, not really.”

“I like to go all out,” she told him. “I’m Aelin, by the way.”

“Rowan,” he replied simply.

“Nice to meet you, Rowan,” Aelin said. “Do you want some of mine, I have a lot. I don’t usually get them all out every year.” 

“No thanks,” Rowa said.

“Not one for Halloween?” Aelin inquired. 

Rowan shook his head. “Or Yulemas either.”

Aelin gasped and looked as though he had personally offended him. “Excuse me?”

This time Rowan shrugged. “Don’t have anyone to celebrate with.”

She grinned at him. “Well, I guess we’ll have to see what we can do about that.” She pushed off her railing and disappeared but called out, “I’ll make sure to keep my decorations to my side.”

Aelin had kept her word, not one strand of fake spider web had trespassed on his side of the building, the border between the properties meticulously outlined. It had made Rowan laugh. The next time he had seen her was as she handed out candy to kids, dressed like a faerie princess from a fairytale, green flowing dress and a flower crown in her hair. She had noticed him staring and lobbed a chocolate at him as Rowan walked up his path and he’d caught it. And just like that she had captured his heart. Sure she was annoying, obnoxious and a bit of a brat sometimes but there was something about Aelin Galathynius that he couldn’t resist.

Now it was the beginning of December, the air was already bitingly cold and Rowan was in his living room thinking of the smoothest way to ask out his neighbour when there was a knock on his door. Startled from his train of thought it took a moment for Rowan to respond and the knock sounded again.

He called out as he got up. “Coming!”

He opened the door and the sight in front of him was not something he had expected to see. It was Aelin, undeniably despite how little of her face was showing, but those were her brilliant eyes peeking above her scarf and under her beanie. Two boxes were by her feet and she held another one in her arms.

“Hey,” she said, her voice muffled.

“Hey,” Rowan replied lamely.

Then Aelin said something he couldn’t catch through the fabric of her scarf.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Rowan said and reached out and pulled her scarf down a little.

Aelin’s mouth was revealed and she smiled at him. “Thanks. I was saying that I know you don’t decorate but yours is like the only house on the street with nothing on it and it looks so miserable and it’s making my place look bad too. So please, please let me decorate.”

Rowan blinked once. “You want to decorate my house.”

“Yes.” There was a long pause before she added, “Please.”

“You really want to?”

“I would love to,” Aelin assured him. “But you’ll have to help me.”

Rowan did, although he made a show of how reluctant he was to actually do so. Aelin had only laughed at him and continued ordering him around. He hung lights, held ladders and did just about anything else she had asked him to. It took them about two hours to get the outside up to Aelin’s standards. She insisted there were a few things missing, but to fix that she would need to go to the store. Rowan noticed that there was still one box left on the porch.

“What is that one for?” Rowan asked, blowing into his hands to warm them up.

“Decorations for inside of course,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Inside?” 

Aelin didn’t say anything before she ran up the steps, picking up the box on the way and went straight into his home––not waiting for any kind of invitation. If it had been anyone else Rowan would have been pissed beyond belief, but instead he just shook his and followed her in. He found Aelin in the living room, hands on her hips surveying the space. She looked severely disappointed. 

“You don’t have a tree, are you planning on getting a tree?” Aelin asked tertly.

Rowan slipped his hands into his pockets and shrugged. “No.”

Now it was Aelin’s turn to shake her head and then she was moving past him, muttering something under her breath. He managed to catch the words Scrooge, despicable, embarrassment and then she was gone. Curious Rowan went to inspect the box she had left behind. It contained various decorations and tinsel and just about every other kind of Yulemas decoration known to man. Rowan went to his kitchen to brew some tea to warm himself up when he heard movement outside, there was the sound of something being dragged up his steps and then a furious banging on his door. The person seemed to think better of it and opened the door themselves, and Rowan went to his entry way to see Aelin dragging in a long rectangular box.

“You are so lucky,” she panted, “that I decided to get a real tree this year.”

“You brought me a tree?” Rowan asked. 

“It is indeed what it looks like,” Aelin said, dragging her prize towards the living room. 

Rowan just stared. He still couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Well, come help.”

Her demand snapped him out of his shock and Rowan took over the job of hauling the box into the living room. Aelin didn’t waste any time getting the tree set up, passing pieces to Rowan so he could assemble it. 

“Okay, move it over there,” Aelin said, pointing to the window. 

“What’s wrong with it here?” Rowan asked. He’d put in the corner near the couch.

“Rowan,” Aelin said, her voice exasperated. “I thought we agreed that you would do whatever I saw.”

“I don’t remember agreeing to that,” Rowan replied. 

“It was very heavily implied,” she said as she inspected the space by the window. “Now, right here. This way it will light up your window beautifully. The final piece in the puzzle.”

There was no point in protesting, he knew he wouldn’t win this fight, so Rowan shifted the tree to where Aelin said. While she instructed him how to decorate the tree —lights, tinsel, and then ornaments— she asked his questions, about work, his family, did he like living in Orynth. They eventually got onto mundane things and ended up laughing and joking with each other as they decorated the tree. Rowan found himself being scolded quite often about putting a decoration in the wrong spot, he said it didn’t matter, Aelin said it most definitely did. 

When it was all done she excitedly turned the ceiling light off and the lights on the tree on. It really was beautiful, but not as beautiful as the smile on her face as she admired her work. Rowan was now very officially gone for his neighbour.

“I should go.” Aelin was moving toward the couch to pick up her coat. “Thank you for letting me intrude like this. It was fun.”

“Yeah, it was,” Rowan admitted truthfully.

Aelin came and stood in front of him, a sly smile on her face. “Are you standing there on purpose?”

“Huh?” His face was the perfect picture of confusion. Then he looked up.

He was standing right under a sprig of mistletoe Aelin must have hung at some point.

“I-uh, I didn’t see it… no,” Rowan stammered.

Aelin just rose up onto her tiptoes, Rowan frozen in place as he kissed his cheek, “Happy Yulemas, Rowan.”

She left him standing there, stunned and skin tingling from the brush of her lips. Then she was gone through his front door. He let her go, but he didn’t waste any time the next day when he knocked on her door asking her out on a date. She said yes.

~~~~~

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