#can't decide what kind of christmas tree to get? how about all of them at once

[perhaps-mr-collins-has-a-cousin]

My parents just got a new artificial Christmas tree and I’m still laughing because at first I thought it was meant to be a pine:

Until I saw that it also had what looked like spruce branches:

And they threw on some fir branches too for good measure:

Chimera tree is more like it

[sturnsdoll]

NAUGHTY OR NICE ❄ -m.s, c.s

part two here

pairing: dom bf!matt x sub!reader, dom!chris x reader

summary: when your boyfriend matt decides that a vibrator at dinner with his brothers is a good punishment for your attitude, you don't expect to end up being teased by someone other than him. warnings: vibrator, semi-public, cheating!reader, fingering, dirty talk, humiliation, orgasm denial.

word count: 3,598

"pink" + reader speaking, "blue" = matt speaking, "orange" = chris speaking.

matt and you are supposed to meet his brothers for dinner in about a half an hour. swiping gloss across your lips, you watch through the mirror at matt idly pacing around behind you. he's picking up random things, checking himself in the mirror. your used to it, he's typically like this before going out anywhere. you close up your gloss, tossing it down onto your vanity with an exaggerated sigh.

with that matt looks over at you, annoyance already on his features "what now?", his tone is soft but still holds irritation. all damn day everything's been a problem for you. and when something upsets you, it somehow becomes a him problem too.

you give him a bit of a side eye in the mirror, a slight eye roll to follow "nothin', jeez." you respond passively, getting up to go grab your purse and matt continues watching you with a dissaproving look. "there a problem?" you add with a raise of your brow. matt shrugs "you gonna be like this all night?" he asks, slightly amused but also a little over the attitude you've been throwing at him today. he watches your pretty eyes when you look back at him "i'm not being like anything." you defend. directly after your defence, you bend down to pickup your purse and hear matt sigh with a "that's it". -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

the drive there, all you could do was wait. wait to see when he'd chose to torture you. the silicone of the vibrator was tightly fit between your panties and your (already embarrassingly wet) pussy, specifically nudging your clit too close for comfort. when you matt pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant you, him and his brothers were gonna be meeting at for dinner, he refused to acknowledge your anxious glances toward him any time he'd open his phone. every tap of his fingers against the screen had you anticipating the buzzing against your clit, but thus far he hasn't done it hasn't come.

entering the restaurant, you were in awe of the gorgeous christmas decor of green and red around the restauraunt. cinnamon sticks in a little bowl with bows around them on the front desk, a green tree off near the hall to the washrooms, chandelier with lights. it's gorgeous.

you were both lead to your table where nick and chris were already sat laughing and talking. there wasn't much greeting to be done, you just kind of took a seat across from them with matt next to you and hopped into conversation smoothly with your boyfriends brothers.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

the food was amazing, everyone having a great time. chris and nick are your bestfriends by natural selection of matt being your boyfriend so you've grown to be comfy around them. not this comfy though. it was still in the back of your mind that matt was more than capable of turning the toy on whenever the hell he pleased but till now, you'd done a good job just trying to enjoy dinner and forget about it.

currently you're mid conversation with chris, giggling at something stupid he said when abruptly, you go silent. the buzz that comes to your clit is low, gentle. but it's still beyond distracting. you can't help how your eyes grow wide for a moment as you swallow thickly. fucking matt.

chris catches your sudden change of expression and mood. he makes a funny confused face in response to your expression, breathily laughing "what?" in question. now chris is thinking maybe he'd said something outlandish and not realized it.

chris catching the change in your mood only makes your stomach drop further. you deadstare your boyfriend's youngest brother, zoned out in embarassment, feeling clueless on how to respond when there's a god damn vibrator on you in public. but your strange behaviour was cut short by matt's slender ring clad fingers giving a squeeze to your knee. quickly taking the hint, you smile with a soft laugh "oh i just remembered last week when that lady refused to give nick his order cause she thought he was lying about it being his" your almost proud of yourself for thinking of something so fast.

chris seems to believe it, responding with a small "hm". however despite his smile and nod, chris has this slightly intense stare, different from his usually childish and playful demeanour. you assume your paranoid because how would chris know something was up?

"omg and then she did the same thing to that poor girl!" nick's voice breaks your curiosity of chris's stare. your sure you can handle this for a little, just a light buzz. but quite abruptly the buzzing intensifies. you grab at matt's hand, nails digging against the back of his palm as you force yourself to respond to nick with a short and shaky "yeah." it only eggs matt on though, he thinks your reactions are adorably pathetic. before nick can even really notice how shaky your voice was, the waiter approached the table to ask if anyone needed anything. you leave nick and chris to speak to the waiter, taking the chance to look at your boyfriend with a look that shows your embarassment and irriation. in response you just get a sickeningly sweet smile, one that causes you to shut your legs together, frustration and arousal driving you udderly insane.

before your knee's can even touch he pinches your thigh, his smile dropping slightly in warning. "fuck you" you mouth to him stupidly. matt gives a playful pout, forcibly pulling your leg so that you spread em', preventing you from any relief outside of what he chooses to provide you through the toy. "you really gonna act like that when santa's coming to town?" he jokes quietly, almost laughing at his own dumbass joke but instead his mouth just turns up in a slight smile, then you watch him take a quick glance at his phone.

holy fuck. you nearly fold over at the leg tremling, panty wettingly intense buzz that he suddenly inflicts on your clit. your acrylics immedietly digging into his hand again, you look over and catch his amused and adoring glance to you. that evil bastard fucking loves this. it's a bit of a power trip for him to watch you squirming in your seat, all angry at him.

matt's gaze was doing nothing to help, merely mocking you. in a desperate attempt to not give anything away, your teeth caught your lip with a gasp before any other lewd noise could escape. you shift your hips uncomfortably as your eyes leave matt's to see if his brothers are paying any mind to you two.

you felt relief at nick's typical yapping, he was clearly clueless to your situation. but then your eyes meet chris's.

he's clenching his jaw slightly with an unreadable but intense look in his eyes. what's his problem? well, apparently your body doesn't care what his glare is for, because it's enough for your poor neglected cunt to start to clench around nothing besides the pooling liquid dripping into your panties.

you let out a shaky breath that's just shy of a whine. lucky for you it's loud as hell in the restaurant. you mentally curse yourself for letting something as simple as a look from your boyfriends brother get you worked up. then again, what won't get you hornier with that god forsaken buzzing that has you struggling to sit still? you're about to resort to distracting yourself with nick's yapping when the buzzing abruptly cuts short.

you almost let out a sigh of relief. finally a break.

then your jaw drops and your knee jumps up and hits under the table. you didn't even know this vibrator could be this strong.. but as matt tortorously turns it to the highest setting, you can't stop the small whine from slipping your throat.

in panic you look between the three boys. nick is somehow still oblivious, thank god. matt's too busy pretending like he isn't literally getting you off infront of his brothers as he picks at his food. chris is also presumably distracted with his meal, though he shoots you a questioning glance when your eyes pass over him.

clearing your throat, you quickly stand up, announcing that you have to go to the bathroom. you rush right off before anyone can say anything.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

before you can even close the bathroom door you hear a ding from your phone. taking a second, you take a deep breath and squeeze your thighs together with a soft whine, eyes shutting as you dig your phone from your purse.

[ imessage from: matt <3]

-if you turn it off , touch yourself or cum then you're in trouble sweetheart. pathetically so, just reading his threatening text has your knee's weak. you lean one hand forward onto the counter, your thighs clenching tighter together.

[message to: matt <3]

-please it's too much. chris and nick are gonna find out if i come back out there like this

[message from: matt <3]

-behave or i'll make you cum infront of both of them istg

the lewd image of being forced into an orgasm infront of chris at the dinner table creates both a humiliating and pleasurable ache in your stomach. trying to force the thought away hardly worked, already dripping at the thought.

you have to compose yourself. that thought must only be arousing because your so desperate right?.. right.

you look yourself in the mirror, passing off your glossy eyes as you breathe in deeply. you reach your hand beneath your dress to pull your panties down just a little so the vibrator isn't so tightly pressed against you. insantly you sigh in relief at the severly lessened stimulation. straightening yourself out, mentally you prep yourself to get back to the group, opening the bathroom door with the best poker face you can put on.

instantly you're met with two hands roughly shoving you back inside the washroom, the door being locked instantly.

"what the hell are you two up to?"

you swear you experience whiplash at the complete shock as you look up at chris with confusion. chris is staring right back down at you with an almost proud but soft little smile on his face. "hello?" he gives a gentle tap to your arm to urge you to talk. you just shake your head, feeling bewildered "nothing?" you don't even sound sure of yourself when your respond.

chris tilts his head to give you a stare of annoyance at the blatant lie. little did you know that chris had figured you two out much much earlier. his voice comes more accusatory than he intends "you think i'm stupid?" he asks.

you stare up at chris, trying to look irritated at his intrusion into the bathroom but honestly your eyes are that of a lost puppy as the buzzing in your underwear is still growing the ache in your stomach. your legs are squeezing as you struggle to not completely lose it. "and?" you try to seem unphased but there's a shake to your tone.

"and-" he begins in a mocking tone "i know matt doesn't have some fucking vibrator app for himself." he finishes with a cocky yet still adoringly soft look as he watched the panic in your eyes. chris doesn't want to scare you away so his hand starts at your shoulder, thumb gently stroking your shoulder to soothe the panic that's coming with your brain completely short circuiting.

you want to ask how he knows that but chris steps a little closer and you back against the sink counter, both slightly intimidated as well as just udderly so confused you can't really think properly. chris's voice break's into your frozen state "you guys have some freaky thing for getting off in public?" he questions you.

"what? no that's-" chris doesn't quite seem 100 percent sure of himself, almost like he's slightly scared that you'll just think he's a complete weirdo so he keeps his movements slow and his voice stays on the softer side as he speaks to you "you got yourslef in trouble or something then?" he asks tauntingly. his eyes glitter with amusement when he watches you freeze up. looking around, your mouth opens again and again like you wanna argue or deny it but instead you just scoff in disbelief, your eyes rolling at his audacity.

that was enough of an answer for him. he lets out a small hum in acknowledgement, like he's amused by you being punished by his brother. his hand slowly slides down from your arm to the bottom hem of your dress. you find yourself unable to do anything but follow his movement with your eyes, a small breathy whine leaving as the buzzing in your panties continues to make this all the more arousing.

"getting off with your boyfriends brother less than a foot away at dinner is kind fucked up not gonna lie." as chris speaks he uses his other hand to pull the fabric of your dress at the waist, tugging it up a little until you're just barely covered below the waist. his thumb slips beneath the material to rub gentle circles on your thigh "this okay? you tell me to stop and i'll leave n' pretend like this never happened, i promise." his eyes give a comfortingly concerned look, his hand freezing momentarily.

you severly hesitate, a shaky breath leaving your lips, feeling the slick spreading all across your pussy, panties and upper thigh from the nonstop vibrations on your sensitibe bud, now combined with chris's teasing. this is all too much at once. you're starting to feel lightheaded, not knowing how much longer you can hold off either crying or cumming right here on the spot. "matt would mm- hate me chris" you worry verbally to the youngest triplet. chris just shakes his head, chosing to lighten the mood with a joke as per usual "don't worry about him right now. you gonna be naughty or nice for me? cause santa doesn't have to be the only thing coming if you'll let me touch you." there's a shit eating grin on his lips now as he slips his hand just a litter further under your dress.

under other circumstances you would've laughed at his terrible joke. instead you meet his eyes, a suble smile on your face. you know you need to make a decision. guilt bubbles in your stomach, as well as the need to cum. your arousal speaking before you can, you blurt out a "please" your eyes begging chris right along with your words.

chris instantly smirks, stepping closer till there's nearly no more of your space for him to invade "so polite." he teases, his knuckles softly brushing up her thigh till he reaches her panties, where he pauses, his knuckles brushing along the fabric to feel the vicious buzzing. experimentally he uses two fingers to press it up against her clit just a little closer.

your hands both come behind you to grip at the counter top as your legs twitch, unable to hold off your physical reaction to the torture anymore. "ah-" you cry gently as one hand comes off the counter to grip at his arm, not to stop him but for some kind of support.

chris tuts at you "poor thing, bet he's been neglecting you all night" chris says, more so to himself as he shakes his head in genuine dissapointment of his brothers teasing tactics. then in a swift motion, his finger hooks around the front of your panties and tugs them down to your thighs. finally, the vibrator comes off of you. chris's eyes lock on yours for affirmation to continue and he finds your eyes pleading with him already.

you have the sudden thought.. why hasn't matt come to check on you at this point? or texted? your thoughts are quickly are ripped from your head when the buzzing returns once more, chris placing his palm over the vibrator, pressing it right onto your poor swollen clit again.

a strangled moan is forced loudly from your lips at the overstimulating feeling coming back all at once, your back arches off the counter as you look down, shaking your head. "chris no wait- fuckk, i'm gonna cum" you beg for him to stop, but not because you don't want to. for some reason your willing to sleep with matt's brother but you draw the line at cumming without his permission?? pussy.

chris watches as your hips squirm back against the counter, your face scrunched up like you can't take it. he raises an eyebrow at your panic and he subtly smiles, too sweet for the situation your both in. "so?" he urges an explanation with confusion and amusement at your struggle.

you look away from him, nails digging into his arm as embarassment eats you alive at your reason why. chris is having none of it though. he leans down to force you to meet his gaze in demand of an answer. a whine slips when you go to speak, but you manage nonetheless. "not allowed." you state, your eyes finally meeting chris's again.

he's enthralled by your obedience to matt's 'rules' and the guilty little look in your eyes. chris sighs, shaking his head as he brings his free hand to gently cup the side of your face "well i say you are, so go ahead." he says like this is completely normal.

before you can even consider responding, two of his fingers shove into your fluttering hole, his palm still pressing the toy to your clit. you cry out at the attention to your poor pussy that you've been craving all night, hips pushing off the counter to chase chris's hand. whines and choked sobs leave your lips.

chris taps the underside of your jaw "someone's gonna hear ya" he points out with a warning look, then his fingers curl up into your walls to force another response from you. and oh does it ever. you lean your head forwards into his chest with a desperate whine that makes chris's jeans grow a little tighter on him.

he gently cradles the back of your head with his large hand as he talks you through it "oh i knoww." he says with a mocking tone to his voice, a devilish smirk on his face that you can't see as he holds your face into the chest of his hoodie to muffle your cries of pleasure.

"g- gonna fucking- oh god chris" your brain is so far from working as he fucks his fingers into you, alternating between curling them at the perfect spot inside and then thrusting them quickly. the sound of you saying his name is enough to have his dick fighting against his pants. he wants nothing more than to stuff you full of him but this isn't about him, the only thing he needs right now is to watch you hold onto him pathetically whilst crying his name for more.

with the hand cradling your head, his fingers gently massage your scalp. the soothing nature is a vile contrast to the way his other hand completely ruins you. this only furthers the haze of euphoria your in, whining desperately as you clutch onto chris for life. if it weren't for him and the counter you'd be a puddle on the floor and chris knows it as he feels your walls squeezing in desperation for release. he knows that's his cue.

you experience the most horrible whiplash as within a second, chris's hand comes out from under your dress, the vibrator with it and all your left with is your cum dripping out of your fluttering hole.

instantly your head lifts off chris's chest. you watch up at him with pleading eyes "chris." you hate how you sound begging for his attention back.

the hand not holding your now turned off, soaked vibrator, is soothing your hair out. he holds the vibrator up to your mouth, tapping it onto your pouted lips. shamefully you open your mouth, allowing him to urge the toy inside for you to clean it of your own mess.

chris's eyes glimmer with satisfaction as he watches your gaze, eager to please him in favour of needing to cum. which is why you nearly wanna cry when he removes his other hand from your hair and brings it down to pull your panties back up, slipping the now completely still vibrator back into the fabric.

"i'm sorry pretty, but the only thing i want more than to watch you cum is to know you'll be left on edge all night thinking about me instead of him" chris states with a grin, giving a frustratingly casual pat to your shoulder before unlocking the door and opening it to leave. you're about to pull him back and cuss him the fuck out when suddenly you see your boyfriend leaning on the wall right outside the door, shaking his head at you as chris walks passed him with a cocky smirk. it all sets in and you feel more embarassed than you ever have in your life. they fucking planned it. matt let chris come fingerfuck you like some slut.

"you're un-fucking-believable." matt states, although not seeming as mad as he should. you have no choice in the matter as he grabs you arm and begins both of your journey to the car.

you fell right into their trap.

.....someone's getting coal this christmas.

lmk if y'all want a part two??

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[whorekneecentral]

Family's Growing

Kylian Mbappe x Fem!Reader

Warnings: kylian has baby fever, dirty thoughts, baby talk, breeding, oral (f!receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), breeding/pregnancy kink goes burrrr, daddy used in a sexual context, begging, creampies, finger fucking and sucking lol, cum play.

Word Count: 1,615

Author's Note: okay I'm finally back on track with these - yes I know Tuesday is over but please look past that lol.

merry smutmas series

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Kylian finds himself swooning over how good you are with his niece and nephew, the thought of having a family with you spins around his head. 

Christmas was a time for family and that seemed to be the only thing on your boyfriend's mind.

The two of you had gone over to his parents' place for Christmas dinner, all of his cousins were there as well as their kids. Kylian was not the favourite uncle for no reason, all of them knew they were getting good gifts in bountiful amounts too.

The tree in the living room that was once full with presents were now opened, the floor covered in wrapping paper. It was only two kids, his cousin's son and daughter, and Ethan if you counted him as well; and yet, it seemed like Kylian had bought the entirety of Paris for them.

Kylian watches as you lay on the floor with his niece and nephew, the three of you putting together a tower made of legos, whispering and giggling as you built the tower.

He smiles to himself as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. A part of him isn't sure what he did to be so lucky, to have a career as great as his and to have a girlfriend who's so loving and kind and supportive. You loved his family like your own, right now was a prime example.

Seeing you with kids always did something for him, you had a maternal nature about you, anyone who met you could see that.

The thought crossed his mind many times, how nice it would be to start a family with you. You two had spoken about it ages ago, when you began dating. You both decided that you'd revisit the idea when you were more stable in life and that you were now. Both you and Kylian were stable in careers, you two lived together, you had been together for a while and you had the means to raise a child.

He couldn't see where it would be a no.

As much as he wanted a kid with you, the idea of making a kid was much more appealing.

Clothes on the floor, hands all over each other, watching as you begged him to cu- "You okay?" Ethan asks his older brother, breaking his thought.

Kylian clears his throat. "Yeah," he nods, a smile on his face as you glance over your shoulder at him.

"They love her," Ethan nods towards you with the kids, "y/n's always been good with them."

"She was good with you too," Kylian teased his brother. You two had begun dating just before his World Cup win, the two of you barely 18 years old and Ethan was 12 - still a child in his brother's eyes and he always will be.

Ethan rolls his eyes at his brother's comment.

After some time, the kids started to get tired which was their parents' signal to head out. You and Kylian left not too shortly after that as well.

Your boyfriend finds you in the kitchen after he changes for bed, his arms wrapped around you from behind whilst your elbows propped on the counter as you waited for the kettle to boil.

"Something on your mind, baby?" You asked him, twirling the string attached to your tea bag.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

Kylian hums. "Kids."

His answer catches you off guard, you turn to face the man with a confused look on your face. "Kids?"

He shrugs, smiling. "Seeing you with the little ones today, I don't know - it got me thinking. It'd be nice to have our own, don't you think?" His hand rests on your hip, thumb disappearing under the hem of your shirt.

A glance at your boyfriend's hand, your eyebrows raised. "Do you really mean having kids or making kids?"

You can't help the laugh, kissing your boyfriend. The man wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. Kylian picks you up, holding you tightly as he kisses you and carries you over to the couch.

Kylian puts you down, sitting on the couch for a moment as he looks at you. You take that as your sign to undress.

The silk shorts sliding down your smooth legs, pooling by your ankles before you step out of them, you pull off the tank top and that leaves you in the blue set he loves. You reach behind to unhook your bra but Kylian stops you, “leave it on.” 

He pulls you by your waist back to him, his hand slipping down to rest on your ass before giving it a smack. You’re quiet, looking down at your boyfriend on the couch. 

He puts you to lay on the couch, he’s sat between your legs with one on either side of him. You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him and Kylian drags his fingers up your thigh, moving to your clothed pussy. 

“I like this,” he tells you, fingers rubbing over the blue lace. 

You smile, “I know.” 

He pulls the panties to the side, his eyes fixed on your pussy. He gives you no warning, pushing his fingers into you. The sound leaving your mouth was like heaven on earth to him. 

Kylian's fingers curl upwards, your back arching at the feeling. 

“Keeks, please.” your hand reaches down to wrap on his wrist but he swats your hand away, managing to pull both to rest on your stomach and his free hand over your hands, pinning them to your stomach. 

You try to wiggle your hands away from him, trying to grab on something. “Behave.” He tells you, adding another finger. 

Your face twists, pleasure all across it and our hands stop wiggling, he smiles, satisfied. 

Kylian can feel it; he knows you’re close, you’re squeezing on his fingers, your thighs trying to close, trying to squirm away from the pleasure. 

He can feel your eyes on him, he reaches for the blue lace you’re wrapped up in and tugs it down your legs, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes. He shifts to lay on his stomach between your legs, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way up to your cunt. 

Your eyes meet his, he knows you’re looking. He wants you to look at him. 

Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair. 

Kylian knew you like the back of his hand, gripping your thighs to keep them in place as his tongue lapped your clit. Your hips buck, your way of saying you want more, he gives in. 

"Please," you whimpered.

"What, mon ange ? Tell me."

You look at the man between your legs. "Fuck me."

There was no hidden meaning behind it; no scolding, no need to hurry him up - you wanted him and that was it. 

“Gonna let me fill you up princess? Hm?” He asks, shifting to line himself up with your cunt. You nodded eagerly, your leg hitching on his hip.

At this point, you can’t do much except lay there and take it; not that you don’t want to because you do, you really do. 

The tip of his cock brushing over your clit before moving to push into you. Your back arches, hips jutting forward to meet his.

Hard and rough, not enough to hurt you but enough to tell you that he's in charge.

Kylian wanted to hear you.

His hand now on your chin. “C’mon amour, let me hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He says, the angle you were at puts him deeper than before.

The slightest movements and you can feel it in your stomach. It’s like he can hear your thoughts because his hand moves from your chin to your stomach. His big hand spread over your stomach, “you’d look so pretty with a baby in you, hm?”

Kylian lets you fall back onto the couch, both of his hands on your hips. “Maybe I should fuck one into you.”

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, he could listen to you say it over and over again. You were close enough that you could taste it.

“So good for me, you take it so well.” He whispers to you, kissing under your ear.

“Uh huh,” you breathe, leaning back against him, your legs felt like jello under you. Your head drops back onto the couch, begging him to let you cum.

He lets you drop back, back arched for him once again. He feels you cum around him, the wetness covering his cock. It’s not long after, followed by a few sloppy thrusts, that Kylian cums too.

The tip of his cock brushing between your folds, spreading his cum all over your pussy.

He pulls away, smiling at the whimper he gets from you. His fingers replacing his cock, covered in his cum when you roll over, he sticks his fingers in your mouth and he doesn’t have to tell you what to do.

“Good girl,” he hums, watching as your tongue laps over his fingers. Kylian pulls his fingers away, leaning down to kiss you. A mess of the two of you, not sure where one of you starts and the other ends.

You lay there for a while, Kylian on top of you, your leg tossed on his hip as his head rests on your sternum. Your fingers drag over his shoulders, the man humming quietly.

"We should do that again," he whispers.

You laughed, "keep it up and we'll end up with a baby by next Christmas."

Kylian nods, kissing you. "Let's try again then."

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[heartmix]

on top - logan howlett

Pairing: Logan 'wolverine' Howlett x fem!reader

Word Count: 900+

Warning: logan and scott bickering, the usual

Twelve Fics of Christmas - Decorating

A/N: Very rushed, oops

Masterlist / Marvel Masterlist

Once the clock struck 12, Thanksgiving was over, and everyone was in Christmas mode. The once bedridden, full-of-turkey kids were now up and bouncing around, talking about decorating the mansion. Even though all of them were supposed to be asleep, well past their bedtime, you adults decided that since it was fall break, why not let them stay up? 

All the kids begged and pleaded to get a start on decorating the mansion because before you knew it "Christmas day would be here." So with the approval from Charles, you all agreed to the kids' wishes. Everyone went off to do their separate holiday festivities. The younger kids were in one of the classrooms making paper snowflakes and garlands, the older boys helped get the decorations out of the attic, while Rouge somehow convinced Logan and Scott to cut down a tree in the middle of the night. How she convinced them was beyond anyone's belief. 

You were tasked with giving directions as to where everything would go. As the boys came down with the containers of stuff, you sent them off into different areas of the mansion that would best suit the decorations. You didn't want to micromanage too much, so once they were in the right room, you let them go as crazy as they wanted to. 

"These are the ornaments for the tree," Bobby said showing you all the sparkly ornaments that filled the box. 

"Let's go wait in the living room for the guys to return with the tree, I think Rouge is also waiting to decorate it." You smiled at the boy helping him carry one of the boxes. 

While waiting for Logan and Scott to return, no doubt their fighting is keeping them out longer, the three of you started to sort the tree decorations. One pile for the ornaments, one for the lights, and the last was the finishing touches like the star and tree skirt. You all fell into light-hearted chatter when you suddenly heard the loud voices of Logan and Scott. 

"Turn to the left you idiot." 

"You're leaving a mess in the hallway!"

You and Rouge couldn't help but laugh knowing this would happen. Suddenly you saw Scott back holding the trunk of the tree while Logan came in holding the top of it. Scott was right they're leaving a huge mess, one that you weren't going to clean up.

"Here's your tree." Logan gruffed out clearly irritated, but when does he not look irritated?

"You guys are the best thank you!" Rouge's sweet voice filled the room making Logan let out another grumble.

After setting up the tree Scott made his way to clean up the mess from the tree, grumbling about needing space from Logan. As Bobby and Rouge started to string the lights on the tree you saw Logan trying to sneak out, no doubt wanting to go back to his room. Before you could even think, your hand wrapped around his wrist preventing him from taking a step further. 

"You don't want to stay and help us?"

"I'm not good with this kind of stuff bub."

"What, you can't hook plastic onto a branch?" You teased and for a moment you saw the corner of his mouth tuning up. 

"Don't want to mess up what you guys have going on."

"Please, just stay. It'll be fun." At one last pleading, and one look into your eyes he couldn't help but cave in.

"Okay, If it looks ugly that's on you."

Squealing with excitement you pulled him over to the tree missing the way Rouge gave Logan a smirk. Before he knew it, you were shoving a shiny plastic red ornament in his hands gesturing for him to put it up. 

When Rouge hung the last ornament, the four of you stood back admiring the "hard" work. The pretty colors of red and gold that decorated the tree were a sight to see, it even pulled a small smile off of Logan. 

"Last but not least the star." You smiled carefully taking the glass topper out of the box. 

"Wanna do the honors?" Turning to the teenagers you found them already settled on the couch looking tired. 

"I'm too comfortable, you do it."

"How do you expect me to get this on the top?" You wondered out loud to really no one in particular. 

With not much time to contemplate a solution, you suddenly felt yourself being lifted into the air and there you were eye to eye with the top of the tree. Looking down you saw you were sitting on top of Logan's shoulder. It was there you saw a smile on his face motioning you to put on the topper. With one last look and a faint sight of a blush, you placed the topper carefully onto the tree. 

"Beautiful." You heard Logan mumble looking straight into your eyes. He'd bicker with Scott forever if that meant he got to see that smile of yours. 

[luveline]

Hi, I’ve never sent a request before so forgive me if this sounds weird I’m still learning how to use Tumblr lol but what if Eddie and reader go to Roan’s school for parent-teacher conference and her teacher shows them something Roan wrote or made expressing how much she loves her new mom and her new little family🩷 and reader cries from how happy and loved Roan and Eddie make her feel🥹

ty for ur request, it doesn't sound weird at all! eddie and roan —you and eddie attend roan's PT conference, stepmother!reader, 1.2k

You hide from the biting winter wind in Eddie's side. “Is it supposed to be this cold?” you ask. 

“You sound surprised. It's December,” he says, though he puts his arm over your shoulders to cover as much of you as he can. “I told you to wear a coat.” 

“The coat ruins my outfit,” you say. 

“You being cold ruins the outfit.” He nods towards the step up into the school building. “You could say the outfit ruins what's underneath–” 

“What's wrong with you?”  

“An appreciation for my wife?” 

“Stop saying that, you're confusing people. Steve asked me last night if we got married in private–” 

“You're always talking to Steve,” Eddie complains, “he doesn't even call me anymore, he just wants to talk to you.” 

He'd called to ask if he was still babysitting, actually, but Eddie wouldn't know that because he and Roan had been playing monsters at the time, speaking to each other in gruff tones while they made sandwiches for dinner. 

“You have a problem.” 

Eddie can't decide whether to bicker or dote, squeezing you tightly, a promise about new problems lost to the growing ruckus of the elementary school after hours. Some parents have brought their children, but the majority stand chatting in lines to see the teachers. You and Eddie have come through the main entrance of the building rather than the side door where Roan enters, and the walk to Mrs. Lundy's room is longer than usual, though far from unpleasant. Light shines through the windows where a rainbow of creatures have been painted, leaving glowing shapes of apricot, cerulean, and lilac on your skin as you pass. 

“You're like a Christmas tree,” Eddie says. 

“I just need some tinsel.” You point at the decorations hanging from Mrs. Lundy's doorway. “Like that.” 

“You want some tinsel? I'll get you some tinsel, baby, just give me a minute. And maybe distract her.” 

You refuse to help him steal from Mrs. Lundy, and spend your time in line waiting with his hands held firmly in yours to prohibit any theft. Eddie moans about being jailed but is otherwise content. He quite likes it, actually, rearranging your fingers to stroke your knuckles. 

Mrs. Lundy is smiling, happy to see you and brag about your girl. She starts with Roan's general education, her behaviour, her grades, though this young she doesn't have grades so much as milestones. Roan is smart but no wizz kid (not that you care), she's kind (but not always good at sharing), she's loud, and rambunctious, a great artist, and she's very, very happy. 

“She talks about your wedding all the time. Every day. She tells us she's going to be the flower girl, and the best man, and that she has a beautiful dress.” Mrs. Lundy beams. “She's walking on sunshine.” The teacher's smile turns soft, almost wistful. “Well, she's Roan. You know what she's like better than I do.” 

Your cheeks ache with pride. 

“She's a good kid,” Eddie says. 

“Yes!” Mrs. Lundy reaches across the desk for a turquoise-coloured folder. “There was actually something I wanted to share with you both… You know we have creative writing assignments, and obviously we help them with making real sentences, but what she has to say is very much of her own volition.” 

Mrs. Lundy pulls a sheet of paper from the folder and puts it down in front of your hands. “The prompt was what makes you happy,” she says. 

The first sentence is simple. 

My mommy. 

A drawing of you decorates the page above the lines, so clearly you, your smile wide and pink. 

My mommy is kind and I love her. Dad sayd the wedding is speshul becase he loves her, but she will be my mom. She makes me so happy. Mommy says she loves me all of the time, and she brushus my hair. My best part of the day is when Y/N comes home and hugs me. We are so happy, and Lucky gets dinner. I love my dad too, and Uncle Wayn. 

Her spelling errors have been corrected in green pen, and her backwards letters are written forwards for her to copy. You read the entire paragraph in a blur, thinking about how long it must've taken her to get it all down, nearly an entire page in her bubbly handwriting, big letters running off of the page. 

“Needless to say,” Mrs. Lundy says, “that most children write about their families, or their pets, or their toys. But Roan was extremely focused on the word love. She's clearly going home to a loving home every night.” Mrs. Lundy smiles at Eddie. You nearly miss it, reading the paragraph again, and then a third time. 

“Can I take this?” you ask, clearing your throat, tears brewed and bobbing on your waterline, desperate to be shed. “Is that okay?” 

Eddie laughs and elbows you in the arm. “Come on, it's hardly news.” 

You wipe your eyes before you can cry in front of them both. “I'm sorry, just– can I?” 

Mrs. Lundy beams again, emphasising the well-worn smile lines at the corners of her lips and creasing beside her eyes. 

You hold it together well for a little while. Eddie talks over your wobbly silence, a hand on your shoulder, assuring Mrs. Lundy that you're all, in fact, very happy, and he's just glad that Roan is being a good student and friend to her classmates. Mrs. Lundy's kindness and Roan's love letter to you has knocked you entirely off kilter, and you're crying before you've reached the car. They're happy tears. 

“Come on,” Eddie says, taking the paper you've folded carefully from your fingers as they clench. “She's said nicer to you in person.” 

And sure she has. Roan loves hitting you with the saccharine when you're not expecting it. Drying her hair after bath time, totally distracted, she'll kiss your cheek and say, “You're so pretty.” She sprinkles I love you's wherever they'll fit like her dad does, and she shows it with little gifts and cuddles and invitations. Y/N, do you want to have a fashion show with me? Y/N, can we have ice cream in bed? Can I do your hair, please, mommy? 

“It's different. It's different,” you insist, scrambling to find the words. “She's…” You rub your eyes. Your makeup is smudging, but you can't help it. “I don't even know what to say.” 

Eddie shrugs. Lean shoulders, a loving arm behind your back, the car in sight but getting no closer, he comforts you in the middle of the parking lot while the passing headlights kiss your shoes. “You know how much she loves you, babe. This is a good thing, right? You're not upset?” 

“Not upset,” you clarify. 

“Okay, good. Is this a bad time for me to say that I am profoundly jealous right now? I used to get all the drawings and cards, I used to get Mother's day gifts. I have a mother's day card up in the attic… might have to get it out,” —he kisses your cheek— “just to cope.” 

You laugh through a sniffle. “Let's go get it,” you say. 

He presses Roan's assignment back into your hand. “You can keep that one, but don't get it out around me. I'm serious.” 

[butlervibesonly]

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 | Austin Butler

• Summary : Austin and Y/n make gingerbread cookies, and have the absolutely amazing time together!

• Pairing : Austin Butler x female reader

• Warnings: just fluff, probably like Austin flirting

Last Christmas by Wham! soundly fills the kitchen as you're preparing the dough for gingerbread cookies you decided to do this Christmas. The sweet scent of gingerbread flows through the air, and you sway, vibing to the music.

All of sudden you feel a strong arms wrapping around your waist. It was Austin of course, who is too bored because his girl is busy, baking. You feel Austin's chest on your back, as he kisses you on the neck.

"That smells really sweet," he says, pressing another kiss on your neck. "Just like you," Another kiss. "And looks even better," Another kiss, on the other side of your neck. "Just like y-"

"How about you just stop and help me, bubba?" You turn to face him, and he nods, still presses another kiss now on your lips. You have rolled out the dough into a flat sheet from which you will cut out shapes.

Austin takes the gingerbread man one, and starts cutting it. As you watch him with one eye, inconspicuously, you can see he still needs some practice cutting it out. "Babe, that’s not a gingerbread man. That’s a…gingerbread blob.”

"Excuse me? He’s an abstract art.” Austin points at the gingerbread man proudly. "Fine, Picasso. But his leg just fell off."

"He’s a war hero! I'll fix it." you can't help but laugh. Austin tries to connect the dough to the rest, but eventually makes it even worse. "You're sure you don't need help?" you ask.

"Don't underestimate me, Y/l/n!" The two of you spend few minutes cutting out the cookies, baking them and especially having the best time together. From time to time you catch Austin eating the dough.

"Austin, baby, don't eat the dough! It has raw eggs in it!" you playfuly slap his hand, making him stop. "But it's so good tho," Austin makes puppy eyes at you. "If you'll get sick, I won't take care of you —"

"Yes, you will," he pulls you closer to him, after you put the baking sheet with the last gingerbread cookies in the oven. "You love me."

"Yeah, yeah. I do love you, Butler." you kiss him, as he holds you close. You feel so much of love and warmth fill the kitchen, as you do what you've always dreamed of. Spending Christmas with someone you love so much.

"We should clean it a little bit here, doll. We kind of made a mess—"

"Kind of? Babe, the kitchen looks like a blizzard hit it.”

"Worth it though. This is my new favorite Christmas tradition.”

"Even more than decorating the tree?"

"Definitely. You can’t eat ornaments." You laugh, and start to clean the kitchen with Austin. The both of you spend rest of the day watching movies, drinking some hot chocolate and enjoying the Christmas time together.

"I love you, Y/n." Austin says, cuddling you in the blanket. "I love you even more, babe."

[becca-e-barnes]

The Study

Not only is this the start of my 'Moving In' series, I'm also calling it my birthday piece! I turn 24 on Tuesday and I'm trying hard not to think about the fact I'm overdue a quarter-life crisis.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K (oops)

Warnings: Pleasure Dom!Bucky, sub! reader, spanking, use of a vibrator, forced orgasms, kinda Dom vibes but totally consensual, degradation, safe word system but safe word not used, pet names

Summary: Bucky spends the weekend at your new house and you take him on a tour.

Minors, do not interact

Turning the key in the front door still feels odd. One of the very first changes you made to the house was installing a new locking mechanism on both doors and it hasn't had a chance to stiffen up yet.

The smell of paint is starting to dissipate but it hits you hardest when you open the front door. The hallway was one of the last areas of the house to be redecorated so the smell seems to be most noticeable right at the door.

"Damn, this place is deceptive." Bucky's remark makes you smile to yourself while you hang your jacket up. "It's a whole lot bigger on the inside than I thought."

"It surprised me too. All of the rooms are a nice size."

The house had ticked so many boxes for you. More than two bedrooms in a quiet development, a low maintenance garden, off road parking, a downstairs bathroom and the whole house has plenty of potential. The plan isn't to live here forever, after all. It should be easy enough for you to sell when you decide to move on.

You flick a few lights on in the hallway and toss your keys into the bowl on the hall table before you turn your attention back to Bucky standing in your living room. Despite the fact you hadn't removed your own shoes, he's taken his off, leaving them neatly at the doorway of the living room beside his travel bag.

He's respectful of your space; he always has been but it's nice to just have him in your space. It's nice to have him be part of it.

He walks slowly around the little living room, looking at the few ornaments and picture frames you'd collected. "That's cute." He's looking at a picture of you and your best friend, sitting on the floor of your old kitchen, laughing yourselves to tears over the fact your Christmas tree was three inches tall and cut out from the back of a cereal box. The photo brings a smile to your face every time you see it.

"Are you hungry? You've had a long day." You move over behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his back through his clothes while he looks at your pictures on the fireplace. He's had to travel for a few hours just to get here so you imagine he's bound to want something.

"I'm okay for now." You nod at his response, taking in the fact he's actually standing in your home.

The time you have with him is limited. That's how this works but for just less than two days, he's yours. After that, he'll go back home so you've learned to make the most of the time you have with him.

"Help yourself to whatever you like. Kitchen is down the hall." You don't even really want to move but you can't stand like this forever.

He turns in your arms so he's facing you and captures your lips in his. It's a soft, slow, gentle kiss; the kind you've been dreaming of since you last saw him. You need him to feel exactly how much you've missed him without having to tell him.

The kiss lasts for minutes, far beyond its natural end but neither of you care.

After what feels like forever, your lips part but your foreheads stay pressed together, both of you determined not to pull away.

"I still haven't gotten the grand tour." He's got the most beautiful eyes and they're locked on yours to the point that you'd almost forgotten he's never been here before. "But I want to start in your favourite room."

"Well, the study is my favourite. I converted one of the bedrooms into an office space."

"Show me."

You don't protest. Instead you head out of the living room and up the stairs to the furthest end of the hallway, with Bucky following closely behind you.

"These all used to be built-in storage units around a headboard for a bed. I took all the doors off the cabinets and made it into shelving." You'd turned the room into a space that you love. The walls are painted a light shade of cream with houseplants lined up between books on the shelves. Instead of storage around a headboard, you now have book shelves, arching around your desk. The other side of the room has a sofa that converts into a bed for extra guests and there's a beanbag in the corner by the window to read on.

"I see why it's your favourite. Odd mix of books here though." Bucky's eyes flick over the titles, ranging from your collection of political figures' autobiographies, the 'Diary of an Oxygen Thief' trilogy, the selection of books providing commentary on the criminal justice system and a good few classics.

"It is. But I like this room. It'll be cosy in winter once I get some fairy lights and nice and bright in summer. Somewhere to unwind." You're thinking out loud as you reach up to close the window and that's when you feel Bucky step behind you.

"I think we should celebrate." Bucky’s voice is low, his lips trailing up the side of your neck, heading towards the spot just behind your ear that he's always loved to kiss.

"I think..." He stops briefly on his path, taking a second to inhale deeply, determined to slow down. "I think we should make love in every room of your new house this weekend."

Fuck.

"Are you sure you're up for that? Because I can really stretch it out. I'm not sure how we're going to make it work in the pantry or the downstairs bathroom but I'm happy to try."

"Your 'pantry' is a cupboard." Bucky's breath is hot on your neck, and you feel his lips have curled into a smile.

"I know. You promised every room though." You can't help but tease him, although you're half serious. It's not your fault that you're keen. Not when he's kissing down your neck like that and holding your waist so your back is flush against him.

"You're a handful." You feel his fingertips graze the bare skin of your waist and you remember how nice it is to just be touched the way he touches you.

"I might be a handful but I can promise if I have my way, after you leave here on Sunday, you won't even be able to think about cumming again until Thursday at the very earliest."

"Jesus, that's one hell of a promise." He turns you around to face him and you notice his eyes are damn near twinkling with excitement.

You've got all weekend together; there's no need to rush but you can't help the overwhelming need to feel him sliding into you. That's when you feel closest to him and it's the closeness you're craving more than anything.

Your hand cups the side of his face, your thumb tracing across his freshly shaved jawline and you allow yourselves a second to just be together.

He smells familiar. The heat of his body against yours makes you feel safe. He makes you feel safe.

"I want to start with you though. I brought you a little something." He kisses your lips gently and smooths a hand down over your hair before he retreats downstairs to the bag that he'd brought a few changes of clothes in.

He returns with a small cardboard box with the tape on one end already cut.

"I didn't have time to wrap it. It arrived last minute." You're so busy trying to get into the box that you hadn't even noticed.

Inside the box are a few instruction manuals, a thin white cord and a black satin pouch. Inside the pouch is a neon pink toy that's thicker at each end, narrow in the middle and nicely curved.

"I've already charged it and paired it to my phone. This end slips inside you." He points to the thicker end, studying your face to make sure you're okay with this.

And why wouldn't you be? This is pretty damn close to a dream come true.

"Remember what you said last time I saw you? You wanted me to spank you. Maybe we should take it a little further." He's always been hesitant to do anything that would hurt you and that fact is the very reason you want him to. You know how much he wants to protect you and knowing he cares about you has you convinced that he's the right person to explore this with.

"Please." You whisper, beyond excited at the thought of getting everything you've begged him for. "What did you have in mind?"

"I'm thinking about you bent over this desk with this inside you and we'll start off with a couple of light taps to that pretty ass." He presses the button on the narrow part of the toy and it give a short buzz, coming to life in his hands.

Fuck, you're into this man. You're into his hesitation just as much as you're into his willingness to try something new.

"Traffic light safe word system. 'Red' and I'll stop, 'amber' and I'll give you a break, 'green' to keep going." He wants to be fully sure you know you're in control here, not that you ever had any doubt.

You nod and stretch up on your tiptoes to kiss him, this time with as much passion as you can manage. Your hands run through his hair while his trail over your body, your tongue flicking gently against his.

Just being around this man makes you wet, not that you'd ever admit that to him. Even the thought of him has you throbbing with arousal so now that he's here in front of you, your whole body feels like it's buzzing.

He touches you like he can't get enough. He can't get you close enough and it's beyond thrilling to be the subject of his need.

It's almost embarrassing that you get yourself worked up so easily but from the hungry look in his eyes when you undo the button of your jeans, he doesn't seem to mind.

You step out of your jeans and panties and Bucky helps you out of your top and bra, leaving you naked in your study.

"Look at you." Bucky sounds like he's almost in awe, no matter how many times he's seen you naked.

He kisses you again, matching the same passion he'd had earlier, trailing his hands over your soft, warm skin until his fingers are nestled between your thighs.

"Fuck, you're soaked." His fingertips trail between the folds of your sex, gathering the wetness he's responsible for. "Good girls don't get this wet at the thought of being spanked. You know that, don't you?"

You're almost too turned on to even respond to him. "Bend over. I want to see how well you take your toy."

You do as you're told, bending over your desk while Bucky drops to his knees behind you to slip the toy inside you. You feel him trail the thicker end of the toy against your slick cunt, gathering enough wetness to let it slip inside you comfortably.

Within a minute, the toy comes to life inside you and there's no way to stifle the moan that catches in your throat.

Not only is the internal part vibrating at a low, delightful buzz, the other end is pressed right to your clit and is stimulating it at the same strength.

"Did I say you could make a sound?" Bucky quizzes, sounding harsher than ever and when he gets no response, his hand comes down on your ass with so much force that it makes you yelp.

It was a hell of a spank and you can feel heat blooming under the skin of your left cheek, quickly followed by another spank to the right.

"For the record, you can make as much noise as you need to. But only because I've told you that you can. You see the difference?"

You force yourself not to nod and it has the effect you were hoping for. Two more harsh, painful spanks are delivered, one to each cheek, the same as before.

You don't know if you imagined it but the toy inside you feels stronger. You can't be sure if you're just focusing on the pleasure over the pain or if Bucky really has turned it up.

"Does that feel nice, sweetheart?" He needs to know you're enjoying this because a little part of him is surprised at just how much he's into it. He gets to control both your pleasure and your pain because you want him to and the trust alone is enough to get him off.

"Feels amazing, fuck. Making such a mess." Stringing sentences together isn't easy but you swear you're about to cum already. Your nipples rub delightfully against the wooden desk and you swear every sensation is heightened.

"I wish you could see the mess you're making. Looks fucking delicious." He turns the toy up ever so slightly but that's enough to send you spiralling, gripping the edge of the desk as pleasure ripples through your entire body.

You can do nothing but sob, cumming relentlessly because he's refused to turn the toy down. Even after you're done, he keeps it at the same intensity, moving on like nothing happened.

"You say the sluttiest things. That promise of yours to totally drain me. Who says shit like that? So fucking filthy."

"I mean it. I want every drop of cum you can give me. And then more." You know saying something like that will earn you another spank and it does.

"You're not just acting like a slut. You are a slut. You spend your life hiding it from everyone else but you can't hide it from me." A shiver runs down your spine. You almost feel like you've been caught. Like he's figured you out and now you have nothing left to hide. "Say it."

It's a clear instruction but saying it makes it real.

Your hesitation earns you another sharp spank, heat prickling both your face and your ass at the same time.

"Don't make me tell you twice." For someone hesitant to slip into a dominant role, he's absolutely nailing it.

"I'm your slut." Your voice is less steady than you would've hoped but the words at clear at the very least.

"My slut?" He almost sounds like he can't believe what he heard.

"Yours. Your slut." You repeat, wishing you could see his face.

"Oh sweetheart, that's cute." He means it too. He turns the toy up as a reward and even though it's only at half its full strength, you can't help but cum again, pleading your way through another blinding orgasm.

"Such a good girl for me. That's it. Cum nice and hard. Give that slutty little pussy what it needs." He lands one more harsh spank on your ass and you swear it only makes you cum harder, to the point that your legs are shaking.

But all of a sudden, the sensation stops completely.

"B-Bucky?" You ask, turning around to look at him, wondering if something went wrong.

"Don't want to wear you out, sweetheart. I think that'll do for now." You agree that it's probably a good place to stop and you have no problem taking the toy out for a while.

He pulls you in close, resting your head on his chest, letting you catch your breath while he holds you and kisses your forehead.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice is soft, hoping that you'll tell him the truth.

"No. It was perfect." You smile, capturing his lips in yours, hoping to relieve some of his fear. You're almost giddy with excitment. It truly was everything you needed and you fully intend to thank him for it before the weekend is over.

"Good. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would." He's back to the gentle, tender touches that you're so used to from him and it's a blessing that he can flick so effortlessly between both personas.

"How about we order in and stick a movie on?" He suggests, kissing the tip of your nose. "Go put on something comfortable. I'll find a takeout."

[qwerty019283ytrewq]

Before I pull my hair out because I can't find a fic, I can take a break and share my ideas with you.

This story was supposed to be the second part, but I love Max and Daniel too much, so I rewrote it a bit.

✨️Imagine ✨️

Daniel works at the school, and so does Max. Something happens in Daniel's life, now he is a single father, his adopted son is 5.

For the first two weeks Dan tried to cope on his own, but he almost had a nervous breakdown. Now, his friends, namely Blake and Max, help him. They are also teachers.

It's a week before Christmas. Daniel was so busy that they only installed the Christmas tree yesterday, and they didn't have time to decorate the apartment at all.

Right now, he is discussing with Max which stores they will go to tomorrow and what they need to buy. Jack (no, it's not because of THAT Jack at all...well, maybe a little bit) sitting in the living room and diligently drawing something. Blake is watching a TV series and glances at Jack. If the boy draws even harder, then his whole tongue will be rougher.

"Hey buddy, what are you drawing?"

"It's for Santa. My letter."

"I think you sent one a week ago."

"Yes, but I changed my mind."

Damn it, - Blake thought...Dan will have to run tomorrow..."

"Can I see it?"

Jack looks at Blake very carefully, as if deciding whether to trust him. The kid hands him the drawing and looks back towards the kitchen, where Daniel has made Max laugh again.

The picture shows two people holding hands. One has blonde hair, the other seems to have springs sticking out of his head. The funny thing is their eyes. Both men have cartoon hearts instead of eyes.

Blake sighs. Even a child can understand what's going on here, but the two idiots in the kitchen don't notice anything at all.

"Come on, Maxie..."

Blake rubs the bridge of his nose. If he thinks harder about what kind of idiots his friends are in love with, he'll get a headache.

"I don't think Santa is capable of that, Jack."

"Well, maybe he'll at least get Max to move in with us. And then I'll figure something out."

Blake grins and invites the boy to watch TV, before promising that he won't tell anything. God knows, Blake tried to talk, but Max told him not to talk nonsense, and Daniel said that Blake was a fool and that old Daniel and the baby were not needed by such a young, handsome, smart, funny blah blah blah Max.

A mistletoe story suddenly appears in the series. A typical Christmas story with a kiss. Jack begs him to secretly buy and hang mistletoe so that Daddy and Max can kiss. Blake tried to resist, but those cute puppy dog eyes...He can usually resist, but now he has an ally working as a matchmaker.

Blake orders Christmas brandy and mistletoe, gets distracted by Jack fidgeting on his lap, then by Daniel, who wanted to feed his "little badger," then by Max, who looks at Dan with a baby in his arms like a God descended from heaven, and..

Fifty. The next day, Blake received fifty Christmas wreaths and so much mistletoe that he could open his own shop selling Christmas decorations. Jack was squealing with happiness. He jumped around the boxes, opening them while Blake tried to figure out how to get it all back.

"Come on, we won't have time to put everything up until they come back!"

"To hell with it."

Daniel enters his apartment laughing, Max protests with a serious expression on his face that "They should be red. The color of Christmas is red, not ultramarine." Dan stops abruptly when he sees Christmas wreaths under the tree, in the kitchen, in the corner, next to the TV. Everywhere. And about the mistletoe in all the corners and, it seems, around the perimeter of the room, he is generally silent. His apartment turned into an old witch's shop with all these bunches of grass hanging from the ceiling.

"What the hell?"

"Dad, you have to kiss Max, you're standing under the mistletoe!"

Max blushes sharply, Dan opens and closes his mouth, trying to say something. Blake understands that Jack's abrupt approach can scare off the whole moment, so he explains how it all turned out. Of course he doesn't mention Jack's drawing.

"Well...Probably... um...It's a tradition..."

"Yes...of course..."

As soon as Daniel and Max are about to lean towards each other, Max abruptly puts his finger in front of Dan's face and sneezes into the sleeve of his other hand. Daniel bursts out laughing, Max's ears turn red.

"You know, there's so much mistletoe here, I think we can keep up the tradition a little later. We need to unpack the bags." Dan speaks softly, looking at the confused Max, and walks away towards the kitchen.

Blake thinks he sees disappointment in Max's eyes.

The more time passes since Max and Dan return home from the store, the more Max sneezes. Daniel begins to worry.

"I should probably go home. I don't want to infect you."

"Come on, Maxie, we could survive a little cold. But I don't think it's a cold. Let me take you to the doctor."

"No, no, Daniel, it's a cold. You, Jack, and Blake still need to decorate the apartment..."

"Yeah, hah, Blake and Jack have already tried..."

"I really..." Blake hears a wheeze as Max takes a breath to begin his next excuses.

"You're going to the hospital right now, I'll stay with Jack."

And they leave. Daniel quickly escorts Max to the car and tries to contain his panic. Max is breathing like Darth Vader, starting to panic. Daniel grabs his left arm.

"Hey, Maxie, everything's going to be fine, we'll get to the hospital quickly, and they'll help you. I know it's hard for you right now, but try to breathe slowly, okay. I'm right here, I'm holding you, it's going to be okay."

Daniel doesn't know how much time has passed, it seems too much to him. Max's hoarse sighs and exhalations, the way he squeezed Daniel's hand tightly, can still be heard in his head. Or it's the sounds of a hospital air conditioner.

Finally, the nurse says that Max is fine and he can visit him.

His Maxie is lying in a hospital bed, tired and pale. His eyes are barely open, and a small tired smile appears on his lips, but it doesn't last long.

"Hey," Daniel says softly and sits down next to Max.

"Hey. You look like shit."

Dan remembers how many times he pulled his hair, he's sure there's still a fright on his face.

"But you seem fine."

"I want to sleep. But they say I can go home if someone looks after me tonight and tomorrow."

"What was that?"

"The doctor says it was a sudden allergy attack. Apparently, I was in an "aggressive environment" where there were a lot of allergens."

"There was nothing like that in the store. We didn't even go into the perfume shops. You've been to my house a thousand times alrea..."

"Remove all the mistletoe and wreaths right now!!!"

Daniel lays Max down on the couch and covers him with a blanket.

"Why did they remove all the decorations? It looked cute and funny."

At the end of the sentence Max yawns.

"Because Max, you're the most unromantic person in the world..."

"What?"

"And you're allergic to mistletoe...or pine needles...or something else from those wreaths and bundles."

"I'm the Grinch, Daniel, I stole your Christmas. Jack looked so happy under all those..."

Dan loves him. From Max's first days at their school, from the first stupid conversation about how to properly navigate through the school mazes, which ended with Max's lecture on cartography and geography. This wonderful man helped him when Daniel took on too much. This wonderful man helped him raise a child and almost died because of some component of the Christmas decorations, but he worries that he could upset Jack.

"Maxie, if you don't shut up now, I swear, I'll kiss you..."

"Why do you think this can stop me?"

In the morning, Daniel finds on his bedside table a drawing of Jack with two men who have cartoon hearts instead of eyes. There's a note sticker on it, in Blake's handwriting.

"You don't have to pack this gift."

[samsm2mstories]

Halloween special:

The Mask of Alpha.

As you all know, recently, I have been searching for a new body for Halloween, just living their life for 24 hours, but something more serious has happened. I'd have figured it out, but I can't change things as somebody lured me into this program, and I am now trapped. Here is the Halloween special!

As you all know, my name is Sam, and I've recently come out to everyone, which was a huge relief, but I needed a holiday to enjoy some time in a community that is full of fetishes and everything gay-related. I decided to take a trip to Belgium as I'd heard there was a huge Halloween festival for everyone like us!!

I was lucky that one of my followers offered me to stay at his place for the night, and we instantly hit off when I landed at the airport. His name was Jax. I knew he had a pup/latex fetish, but that didn't bother me as I kind of was into this. The second I saw him, there was an exciting aurora around us, like we were meant to meet up. I felt relaxed around him, but I knew straight up he was one horny bottom pup.

You can see how I chose to meet up with him!

In his car, we were talking away about everything, how he loved my stories and how he wanted me to become him for Halloween. He won it purely because of his big taste in fetishes, but I haven't forgotten about all the other followers; I will use each one of them for Bonfire night, Christmas, and New Year's. A new experience every single time awaits me. Jax was a sexy guy, and I knew this would be a fun night with him. I wasn't sure what he had in plan, but it would be one hell of a night. Jax knew already about my tastes, and he sure was using that to his full potential. He was wearing shorts with white nike socks and his very worn Nike AF1s, fuck me, I was in heaven seeing how sexy he was driving in those!

We arrived at his place, and I was just admiring his sexy body; that ass of his was sure fucking delicious. The things I wanted to do to that body of his later on. Trust me, it will be so fucking amazing when I say this, but he will be walking out holding his ass the following morning after I'm done with him. Jax let us into his place, and it was a nice place; nothing stood out. I was shown around, and his bed was so comfortable, but again, I was admiring how sexy Jax was; he went into the bathroom and took a while.

I did have my hand down in my boxers as I needed to rub one quickly before he came out. I heard the door unlock.

Jax came out wearing only straps and the outfit that had me raging hard below. He knew what he was doing as he walked over to me like a pup, on all fours, acting like a lost puppy. I was amazed and confused at how he had suddenly gone from being a horny bottom bitch now to a horny pup. I played along with this was getting me so fucking horny. The jockstrap was tight; I saw an outline; it looked like he had a big cock behind that tight jockstrap of his. His ass was more perky than before, those pup socks, the dirty small AF1s. Pup tattoo on his left leg. He was everything I wanted for the night. He did not forget the collar straps on his chest so I could walk him like a puppy. That red pup mask showed how gorgeous his eyes were.

Jax took off his AF1s and started to show them off to me, sniffing them like a pup, rubbing them on his bulge just to show me how fucking sexy he was. He was giving me a tour of the pup's life. I called him beside the bed to give him ear scratches, which he purred and started wagging his tail. It felt like his essence was swapped out with a puppy. We spent a good hour or two having fun, but I didn't want to fuck him just yet.

I decided to call him Jaxxy now; he left as he needed to go outside to pee on the tree. I had hit the jackpot, only if I could possess him tonight.

I heard the door close, and he slowly sniffed around the door, and I noticed he had changed again!!! I had to call his name, and he slowly walked in, showing off his proper form. He was now wearing a complete latex pup outfit. You could tell it was so tight as it showed the outline of his body, every muscle bone; THAT ASS FUCKING HELL.

He was parading around like it was a dog show, showing me how amazing he looked. That tail of his was something else; I'm confident it was a pup butt plug as he was moaning softly while wagging it. I did approve of the black and red of this, as it matches up perfectly with Halloween. He was barking, howling like a pup, like he was telling me something.

I called him into the bed, and he kept pointing at his tail. I touched it, and he shivered in pleasure. I slowly played with it, but he wanted something else. I kind of knew as I pulled out the tail his ass was ready for me to breed him. I pulled him to the edge of the bed and bent him over. I grabbed my cock and slid in slowly. We both were moaning so much as I was going deeper, filling up as much as I could.

(A while ago, the company producing the pup masks planned to increase the amount of Alphas / Tops in the community.)

As my cock was deep inside of Jaxxy, I grabbed his hips and started to fuck him faster and harder. He was moaning, and it got louder; I heard him bark, growl, howling away as it was turning me on. I felt the heat coming from his latex body as we fucked more and more. I was enjoying his latex body as my hands were rubbing all over it. I was kissing his mask, biting his neck in pure pleasure. We both were enjoying the pleasure of each other, but I felt it again. That feeling from earlier it felt so intense now...

We carried on fucking and having fun, this was amazing. The sweat, heat, and musk filled the air as we both were in heaven bliss, but as I slid back into him, it all changed after I shot my final loads into him.

(The company planned that most pups had the energy that an Alpha/top should need to control the bottom population as there's more bottom and a shortage of tops.)

As I was fucking Jaxxy, I felt more closer to him than ever before. The bliss we were in was hiding the reality that was happening. If you were watching, you would of saw myself being slowly sucked into Jaxxy as the pup mask was glowing red due to the chemical reaction of us all mixing together.

I felt myself slowly feeling more and more like Jaxxy, memories penetrating me like my own; his tastes, feelings, and fetishes were flowing like my own memories. I learnt everything about him, but I'm sure I fantasised about being him. On the outside view, it was something like a horror film, my body shrinking and deforming as I was becoming Jaxxy.

Jaxxy's essence was accepting me like I was meant to be him; no resistance at all as this was happening, but we both were still in the bliss of this fuck session. We had no clue what was happening.

(The company decided that when an Alpha fucks the bottom, if the chemicals from both were more than 90% matching, it would force the top into the bottom to create a perfect Alpha that has the energy of a bottom to fuck his group of bottoms, the mask was the device that activates this while releasing a toxin that puts both in a dream trance)

After talking to Jaxxy in a dream room, we agreed that if I could take him over for Halloween, he would accept it. That's where the dream world ended.

I woke up feeling fucking amazing but tight. Everything was off as I opened my eyes and saw I was wearing a mask. It was Jaxxy's mask. I panicked for a while as I was wearing a latex outfit. The very one he was wearing was turning me on, but I couldn't get hard??? Something was stopping me!!!!

It took me ages to get out of this latex suit, and I was sweating like a pig being roasted. I felt fucking amazing as my ass was sore as fuck while the testerones were flying through my new body. Wait a minute, this is not my body, but it was now? I was Jaxxy but felt like I was now Alpha Jaxxy; this was turning me fucking horny as I could not get this chaisty nub off my new cock. I remember that certain things happened to Jaxxy when he wore the mask. He was controlled into wearing this nub. It was like this mask was slowly preparing him.

I thought nothing of it as I was fucking raging with hormones as I needed to get this nub off my new cock. Everything around me was my own now: all these outfits, trainers (sneakers), his job, friends. It was amazing that I was wearing Jaxxy for Halloween, but how did it happen?

Something was urging me to take this body to the festival of Halloween pups this evening. I walked into the shower to wash my new body. I'm telling you now that being inside of Jaxxy was fucking amazing. The new sensation of rubbing his skin and bulge sent me crazy; I couldn't cum, but maybe being fucked might help.

I was testing my voice out, but I knew this cock of Jaxxy's was more prominent than before. Maybe it was the hormones that sent me these dirty ideas and thoughts. I grabbed the towel and dried myself off; I tried again to remember the key, but I couldn't.

Standing there in front of the mirror, I was admiring my new sexy body for Halloween as I looked at the outfit he was wearing earlier on with the AF1s; I could not believe he was a size 7.5 UK. This collection of his trainers was fucking awesome!!!

I was in fucking heaven, I was now Jaxxy, but I will slowly turn him into an Alpha Pup. This was my destiny, and I'm not giving up this body of his. It was perfect for me, and I was born to take him over.

(Once the integration has been completed, the alpha will have to be conditioned to adapt to the new energy that the bottom has; this will be channelled into the cock that has been locked to prevent any early premature ejaculation. This was due to the DNA being rewritten as it needs to be perfected as the chemicals in the semen will force further bottoms to worship their pack leader. This was how to control the amount of bottoms to an Alpha.) 

After deciding what to wear, I chose the Nike AF1s, pup socks, tight latex boxers and shorts, straps on my chest and a collar. Finally, I placed the pup mask over my head, and I felt a sense of dominant power rush through my body. I am standing in front of the mirror as an Alpha dog now; my body expands slightly as my strength merges into Jaxxy. I could tell this body was changing, still shaping my desires and needs. I’m certain Jaxxy knew about this but didn’t expect me to take him over for good and make this my own body and life.

Either way, I didn’t care. 

I was smirking in the mirror, rubbing my cock, but it was painful as I just couldn’t even precum; I knew this was locked on until the end of November, so I will just have to bottom until the end of the month. The thought of it was giving me mixed feelings. I just hope my cock grows in size to break the thing off!!!

(What I didn’t realise is that Jaxxy’s essence has now been transferred to my dirty AF1s, where he will now spend the rest of his time as my trainers)

Standing here, I felt like a top dog now; I had the urge to go and find some other bottom pups and make them my own, but they will need to fill my ass up with their cum. The idea of being cummed to the brim is sending me wild. It was part of Jaxxy’s trait that has become mine now. It felt natural, as I have been fucked many times.

I got into the car and drove to the local area where the big meet-up was. I looked in the mirror and knew this was when I found my pack of pups and became their master. I got out of the car and started walking towards the nightclub.

(The Mask of Alpha was designed for the new wearer to head straight to the local club; bottoms will instantly get turned on as there is a hidden scent coming from the alpha. This will lure roughly five guys to the alpha, and they will need to seed each other to be solely dedicated to that one Alpha. This was part of the conditioning of the new Alpha. It’s a process that takes a month, and we will aim for November as it’s part of the trend of nobody releasing their semen into anyone.

We will start the first major trials at the big gathering in Belgium on Halloween; each test subject will be controlled into luring an Alpha to their home to begin the process. The subject will wear a specially made chaisty that naturally glues onto the cock like a foreskin and will disappear once the DNA is fully merged.

We have used the power of the internet, especially TUMBLR users who love the idea of possession body swaps for the first trials. We found they were more willing to change and accept their faith.

We approached Sam about the idea, and he was interested; we gave him the choice of who he wanted to be for Halloween to see how the first official trial worked. He accepted our financial support and the chance to become someone new and better. He planned to use a pup called ‘Jax’ as his new body. If it doesn’t go well, we can transfer him into a new body of choice?

Here I am at the club. I must find the subjects I want in my pack; lots of guys here, all sexy as fuck! I must spread my scent to see how many guys will be lured. As I walked around, squeezing through all the hot and sweaty sexy bodies, I could see some of my desired bodies were checking me out and started to follow me. I can’t believe this is easy, but I needed to continue for the company to see how efficient this chemical was.

I knew the company was happy with the results as they saw me with my pack of pups or bottoms. They will never be fucked by anyone else apart from me from now on.

This was the company goal; they passed the trial and paid me well for an easy life. I always will be happy to help them out if I want something new.

It was a perfect partnership; I was known as Alpha JAX, the top dog of the company.

Did I forget to tell you that they are all under my control ;)

I will be the most powerful Alpha in no time!

This was my goal.

Alpha Jax.

Bye

[valkyrieromanoff]

SANTA DOESN'T KNOW LIKE I DO: Don Piper x f!reader

synopsis: you spend your first Christmas with Don, stepping into his world and finding your place in his family. Between baking cookies and quiet moments, you realize how much you mean to each other.

warning: none, fluffy, implied age difference.

w: 957

a/n: Hello there, since the poll was basically a tie, I decided to whip up a little fluffy piece to make sure it didn’t get overlooked! Honestly, Hayden as Don is just the cutest—like, I just want to hug him and cover him in kisses 🥰. Hope you enjoy it, and Merry Christmas, everyone! 🎄✨

I know all of your favorite songs Pick up each time you call So why can't I be the one To give you everything you want?

It was your first time spending Christmas with Don’s family, and the nerves had been simmering all day. You and Don had been together for only a few months, and while you’d already met his ex-wife, Eva, and the kids, this felt different. It was Christmas, a time that held so much weight for you—a time for family, for connection, for reflection. And for the first time, you’d be spending it away from your own family, taking a step further into this growing relationship with him. It was exciting, but it also terrified you.

Don, of course, had been his usual steady and thoughtful self. He’d gone all out decorating the house, stringing colorful lights on the trees, the door, and even outside. The entire house gleamed with a festive glow, lighting up the snowy evening. You couldn’t help but tease him about the electricity bill, and he’d just chuckled warmly, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners, before heading out to set up the nativity scene on the front lawn.

It had been a group effort. The kids had bundled up against the cold, giggling as they carefully helped place the figures of Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus in the little wooden stable Don had built years ago. The scene looked perfect, peaceful, bathed in the soft glow of the nearby string lights.

Now, the house was quieter, the warmth of the fireplace and the smell of pine needles wrapping you in a cozy blanket of Christmas spirit. The snow outside had picked up, fluffy white flakes accumulating on the windowpane. You were in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up and apron tied tightly, standing amidst a small mountain of baking supplies—flour, sugar, eggs, cookie cutters, and icing molds—all scattered across the counter.

You’d decided to surprise Don and the kids with gingerbread cookies. The red apron you wore was already dusted with flour, little white specks smudged into your hair and one streak brushed across your cheek. But you were confident. Even if you weren’t a master baker, it was the effort that counted, right?

In the living room, you could hear the soft murmur of Don’s voice and the occasional giggle from the kids as they watched a film about the birth of Jesus. It was the kind of night that felt so simple, yet so meaningful.

“Looks like someone’s been busy,” Don’s warm, familiar voice drew you from your thoughts. He stepped into the kitchen, carrying two empty mugs of hot chocolate, a kind smile playing on his lips.

His presence filled the room immediately—calm, steady, and comforting. He was wearing one of his usual knit sweaters, the kind that always smelled faintly of pine and something uniquely him. His light brown hair was slightly tousled from lounging with the kids, and his eyes softened as they landed on you.

“I think the kids are all tucked in now,” he said softly, setting the mugs in the sink. But his eyebrow quirked when he noticed the state of you—the flour in your hair, the streak on your cheek, the little trail of powdered sugar on the counter. “What’s going on in here?”

You smiled sheepishly, brushing your hands on the front of your apron, only succeeding in adding more flour to the mess. “I thought we’d make gingerbread cookies,” you admitted. “We can bake them tonight and then call the kids to decorate in the morning.”

His smile widened, lighting up his face in a way that made your heart flutter. “Gingerbread cookies, huh?” he teased gently. “Well, I can’t let you tackle that alone.”

Don opened a drawer and pulled out a green apron with colorful little drawings on it—marks made lovingly by his kids years ago with fabric paint. He held it up with a playful grin. “Looks like this old thing still fits the bill.”

You stepped closer, reaching up to tie the apron strings around his neck. “There,” you said softly, your fingers brushing against the warm skin of his collarbone for a moment longer than necessary.

He leaned down slightly as you tied the bow, his face close enough to yours that you could catch the faint scent of the aftershave he always wore. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low and affectionate, “I don’t think I’ve ever looked forward to decorating cookies this much.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips.

Don’s eyes lingered on you for a moment, full of warmth and something deeper. He placed his hands gently on your waist, pulling you just a little closer. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he said, his tone soft but sincere. “The way you’ve stepped into all of this—into my life, into my kids’ lives—it means more to me than I can ever say.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you smiled up at him, your hands resting lightly on his chest. “They’re easy to love,” you whispered, the truth of it shining in your voice.

He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering as if savoring the moment. “Still,” he said as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “I love how much you care. It’s more than I ever thought I’d find again.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the kitchen, the snow still falling softly outside.

“Well,” Don said after a beat, his playful grin returning. “We’ve got cookies to bake, right?”

You laughed, handing him a mixing bowl. “Let’s do this.”

And together, in the glow of the kitchen lights and the quiet warmth of each other’s company, you started a new Christmas tradition—one that already felt like home.

[tixdixl]

BEEB!

Holiday ask reciprocation!

What kind of traditions or little fun things tend to go on around your cast of OCs? You have such a wide arrangement of backgrounds, I'd legit love to hear about what you think TWST's different regions do to celebrate winter OvO

HELLO BEEB!!!

Aaaaaaaa thank you so much!! I really appreciate you asking!!

Oisín

So I have a personal headcanon that Briar Valley is more likely to celebrate Yule and the Winter Solstace rather than like... Christmas. While it may be difficult for the average person to see the differences due to real life synchrotism, I like to imagine Briar Valley celebrates a Yule without the influences of colonialism. So we might still see the fir trees and the lights in lanterns on the walkways. Feasts and stories by the fireplace are a must.

I imagine the way it translates in NRC too is that Oisín probably spends time with their Diasomnia family, being deliberate about doing Yuletide activities with them. As for the Ignihyde family, they probably offer for their clutch to join them in activities, with the understanding that no one is pressured to do anything.

Emil

So this is a fun one that I will have to offer a bit of explanation too. When designing Emil as a character, I was very deliberate in removing the anti-semitism from Gothel's depictions, in favor of actually leaning into the Jewishness of her character. When trying to figure out how much of Tangled I actually wanted to incorporate, I had the realization. Tangled has a holiday where they light lanterns... in hopes of bringing their lost princess home. Twisted Wonderland interprets the Disney animated films as mythos and folklore for their world, yeah? So I imagine the story of Rapunzel includes a holiday, where the people light lanterns in celebration of the lights that brought their Lost Princess back home and led her to freedom. The celebrations likely include dancing, singing, crafts and games, just like the festival in the film.

You know what that kind of not exactly sounds like? The Maccabees and the festivities of Chanukah. So I decided to lean into that and synchrotize certain elements, harmless nods of Chanukah into the Festival of Lights. Places that neatly overlap without any disrespect to the holiday that I personally celebrate, I opted to combine ideas. So... Emil and his hometown celebrate the Festival of Lights.

He's actually never heard of Yuletide or Christmas prior to coming to NRC. He tries to learn and be respectful of the traditions of his classmates and loved ones. And I do have a ficlet WIP that I hope to finish where Emil invites the unofficial cooking club to make latkes with him, to light a lantern, and to participate with him when he can't be at home.

René

The Black Swan is used to big holiday parties and social gatherings back home. So I like to imagine that René and the Octavinelle squad probably decorate the Lounge and put on a little celebration of their own.

René also gives gifts to the people they care about. At first, it's likely a superficial thing done for appearances. But as they grow and start actually developing and fostering relationships, they start to actually put effort into it. And sometimes those gifts arent even gifts, its quality time. Its acts of service.

Kingsley

This man is a Grinch LOL. Much like Briar Valley, the Cantrevs celebrate Yuletide and the Winter Solstace. It probably looks different for his home considering traditions tend to vary from region to region. And I tried to do research into Cymru, which is where the Chronicles of Prydain pulls its mythos and inspiration from. Again, keep in mind we have to do some imagining that its not been impacted by colonialism.

But when he's at NRC? He doesn't... get the festivities. If he has to under obligation, he'll participate. But he'll be pissed about it the entire time.

Xiáng

The Lunar New Year is definitely something I headcanon is celebrated in the Land of the Red Dragons. And I would say that all the food, clothing, games, dances, decorations... he actively participates in the festivities as much as he's permitted to.

I also had this fun idea that Xiáng goes to Kalim and asks if they can do a New Year's celebration. And Kalim sort of responds "I don't know anything about your Lunar New Year, but I LOVE a good party!!! Let's do it!!!" And Jamil walks into Scarabia SHOCKED that all the preparations were done behind his back, without his help, and the dorm isnt on fire.

Alphonse

Alphonse is also from Briar Valley. He likely celebrates Yule in a similar fashion to Oisín, but he is more likely to keep it to his close friends and loved ones. He is very intentional in giving Malleus, Xiáng, and Yuu gifts. And since he also spends a lot of his time between both Diasomnia and Ramshackle, he probably offers to help decorate Ramshackle too.... by doing it... without asking lol.

Sefu

So I'll be completely transparent. I know Christmas and Yule aren't really celebrated in many African countries. I know that the Sunset Savannah likely pulls some of its incluence from Kenyan culture, because of the influence on the Lion King. I ALSO know that Cloudcalling has caused people to debate if additional tribal influence can be found in their traditional garb. That said, I will own up in my ignorance that when I had the opportunity to hang out with my Kenyan colleagues, they didn't speak much on December holidays? Moreso focusing on the traditional holidays celebrated in April, May, and August. So outside of Western influence, I don't know if there are traditions that would be celebrated there. I also don't want to be that American who makes false approximations in their fiction and does a massive disrespect to the people who live there. That said, it IS something I want to learn more about, and not from a poluted Western lens.

As far as NRC goes, Sefu... doesn't really care about the school festivities? They kind of keep to themself and roll their eyes at the jolly gayness of it all.

Thanks again for the ask!!! It really means a lot!!

Tag list: @ramshacklerumble @the-trinket-witch @elenauaurs @rainesol @starry-night-rose

@inmateofthemind @cyanide-latte @winterweary @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter

@twstinginthewind @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @lumdays @boopshoops

Lmk if you want added/removed

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

The Scarlet Witch (CH 2)

Mattheo Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 1854

Warnings: Mild language, violence, graphic content, blood, angst, fluff, smut…

Prompt: Y/n Maximoff, a witch who can perform wandless magic transfers to Hogwarts. She makes friends and foes, all the while love seems to be in the air even though she wasn’t expecting it. There is highs and lows in this love story, with unexpected twists and turns and maybe even heartbreak.

Faceclaim: Wanda Maximoff/Elizabeth Olsen/Scarlet Witch

Y/N’s POV

I was silent, following behind Pansy as she looked for the guys. She squeals when she sees Draco who was with the guys in the courtyard under a tree. Mattheo was smoking, leaning against the side of the tree. I stay rooted to my spot that was a little ways off from them.

I look at the Astronomy tower and decide that maybe I could go there. I tense as my wrist is grabbed and I look over to see a first year girl.

"Please. I want to go home." She pleads as tears well in her eyes.

"Let me show you something." I murmur.

I watch the red tendrils between my fingers before I gently tap her temple. I watch as she smiles widely, her eyes dazed as she takes in the different memories I sent to show her. She turns to me and hugs me.

I tense, freezing as my arms stay up out of awkwardness before I slowly hug her back. She pulls away, thanking me before she skips away. I wait till I know she's gone before brushing myself off. I straighten the front of my outfit before I feel eyes on me.

I look around before my eyes meet Mattheo's. He was watching me and I quirk a brow before turning away from him and striding towards the Astronomy tower.

I wasn't quite sure how to feel about this school. They weren't ready for me. I didn't struggle with casting one of their spells.

I think...I think I had finally settled into Hogwarts. It had been nearly four months, and it's been...interesting. I had nowhere to go for Christmas and neither did Mattheo. He didn't want to go home to where his father was. I couldn't blame him.

"I guess I'll see you guys when I get back." Draco sighs.

He too dreaded going home to his father. He was eager to see his mother, but I couldn't blame him. I had a brief meeting with Narcissa and she is quite splendid when her wretched husband wasn't around. She lives in fear when he is there. It's heartbreaking.

Draco does some “bro” hug with Mattheo before coming to me and hugging me. I’ve gotten better about hugs too in the past four months. Who would’ve thought?

"Try and make the most of it." I say, returning the hug.

"You as well. And try to stay out of trouble." He teases and I chuckle, rolling my eyes as we pull apart.

"No promises." I say.

It was sad everyone was going home. I know it was just for holidays. I kind of wished I was like them. I wanted to have a home to go home too. I wanted to have a family to go to. But, instead I was an orphan myself.

"Mattheo? Y/N? Why are you guys still here?" Pansy asks as she comes back out with her bags.

"Oh...we are staying here for the holidays." I say quietly.

"I didn't want to go back to my father." Mattheo mutters.

"And you?" Pansy asks, looking at me and I frown.

"I...I don't have any family." I say quietly, looking down at my hands.

"Alright, we have to hurry. But, both of you go pack a bag. You guys are coming with me for the holidays." She says.

"What? No, I can't do that to you Pansy. It's so last minute and I don't want to intrude on your holidays." I say.

"Shut up and pack a bag. My mom and I will enjoy having more people with us. She'll be excited. Now hurry! We don't want to miss the train." She says.

Mattheo and I head to our dorms and throw together bags before we meet her back in the common room. She smiles at us before leading the way.

"Are we almost there?" I ask, looking out the train window again anxiously.

"Relax, Y/N. That's the fourth time you've asked in the past fifteen minutes." She says, laughing softly.

"Have you never been on a train before?" Mattheo asks confused.

"No." I say.

"Then how did you get to Hogwarts?" Pansy asks confused.

"I made a portal. Portals are easier than these...trains." I grumble, poking the window.

"Hey, it's not that bad. You get to hang out with us." Pansy teases.

"Your right. I do appreciate your guys' company. But, I've never traveled by train before so it is a bit distracting." I admit.

"It's okay, love. Just relax." Mattheo says mindlessly, focused on his sketchbook.

Pansy wiggles her eyebrows and I stick my tongue out at her causing her to laugh. I put my middle finger up, glaring at her as Mattheo looks between us confused.

"Excuse me, Scarlet Witch?" A small voice says.

I look over confused to see a first year. A Hufflepuff to be exact. They hold out a package with shaky hands.

"He told me to give this to you, your Christmas present he said. I didn't want too, but he said he'd hurt my sister." He says.

"Who?" I ask, taking the package.

"You know who." He says before scurrying off.

I look at the package as Mattheo clenches his jaw. Pansy seemed shocked and I pulled the envelope off the top of the page and pull out the small card.

Dearest Y/N,

Your parents were my loyalist followers until they fell in love. I knew when your mother fell pregnant that you'd be a powerful witch. I could sense it. I knew you'd be a Slytherin. A Pureblood Slytherin who can perform wandless magic. So powerful indeed. Your parents betrayed me when you were born. However, I'm giving you a chance to redeem the Maximoff name...to be my follower.

-The Dark Lord

"He's pathetic. Ignore him. I'll handle this, love. I'm sorry." Mattheo says, glaring at the card I held.

"Mattheo, don't. I don't want you ending up hurt. I'll just ignore it and if he's persistent, I'll handle it. He's right, I am powerful. I'm not being cocky or arrogant, but none of you know half the power I possess." I say.

I look at the box before I open it and my heart falls as I pull out a picture of my mother and father. There were their wands and their wedding bands. Then a picture with me. I grab the last picture, my hand shaking. They were dead. Mattheo snatches it from my hand as I grab the last letter.

If you wish to live, then you'll join me. Otherwise, you'll end up just like your parents.

"Y/N..." Pansy says sympathetically.

My eyes go red as I focus on the letter. Everything goes black and I look around to see him. I was in his head. He turns towards me quickly, glaring.

"Get out of my head." He snaps.

"Do not threaten me. You do not know who you are messing with. I will ruin you. You have my word." I snap.

"Oh, you have the same fire as your mother. Unfortunately, she was too much of a coward to end it." He says, laughing.

"My mother saw the good in everyone. And she saw something in you. She saw that there was still a human in there. There was still someone there that just wanted to save the world even if it wasn't the right way. She still saw a bit of Tom Riddle you heartless, bastard! I’m my mother, I'm my father and I am me. And I can damn well end it." I snap.

I blink and shake my head, as I come back to reality. My magic completely ruined the letter and I look at Pansy who looked shocked like Mattheo.

"You spoke in parseltongue." Pansy says.

"And to whom?" Mattheo asks.

"Your father. I don't appreciate his dry threats." I say.

"Y/N...please do not think this is some joke. I know my father and that is far from a dry threat. He means it." Mattheo says.

"Mattheo, I understand it's a threat and I understand he means it. However, I say it's a dry threat because I'll quite literally end him when I see him. He killed my parents. Then had the audacity to reach out to me. To threaten me. So, I sent him a message. I made him feel threatened and vulnerable. Maybe he'll second guess ever reaching out to me." I say.

Mattheo didn’t look so sure, but he nodded slowly. He looked at his fist that had the crumpled picture of my dead parents.

“I’m sorry…I…I’m sorry for what he did.” He says quietly.

“Mattheo, you…you don’t need to apologize. You had no part in this. This was your fathers doing.” I say.

“Many people say I’m my father. Unfortunately, being his son means I need to help clean up his wrong-doings.” He mutters.

“You aren’t your father Mattheo. You both may share the same last name, but that means nothing.” I say.

“How do you know I’m not him?” He snaps, glaring at me and I smile.

“You just apologized for something that didn’t even involve you, Mattheo. Your father…he would never do that. He hates to admit when he’s in the wrong. And I honestly don’t think he thinks he is wrong. But, you know it’s wrong for what he did. You’ve acknowledged it’s wrong and it never even involved you. This happened a long, long time ago.” I say.

Pansy was silent, a small smile on her lips as she listened. Okay, so maybe I am saying the right thing. He didn’t look like he knew how to respond and I give him a smile.

I grab his clenched fist and grab the picture, watching as red tendrils go towards it before the picture dissipates. I let a slow sigh out, feeling a lot better.

[thebennettdiaries]

the oak king (v)

( directly follows this drabble )

Bonnie doesn't think she will ever get used to driving on the other side of the road. It's funny --- she hasn't even been in the United States in nearly a year but she still cringes as the car careens around a corner.

"You look a little green, witch," Klaus comments dryly. He drums his fingers on the steering wheel and then for good measure, stamps his foot down on the gas. The engine protests for a moment (this car had been the best they could find given the circumstances) but eventually gives in, pressing Bonnie's back against her seat.

She resists the urge to give him a look for that move. Instead she takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering close. "How long have you been back on this side of life?" she asks, deciding to change the subject.

"Since yesterday."

A 'day old' and already driving. How fast they grow up.

"Where did you come to?" She opens one eye and sees another car barreling at them, wheels gripping the snow covered pavement precariously. She squeaks and then squeezes her eyes tightly. She can hear Klaus chuckle next to her. "Stop enjoying this."

"Forgive me," he drawls. "But it has been so long since I had any fun." She can feel the car slow some and nearly breathes a sigh of relief. "To answer your question, when I became aware I was in Wistman's Wood."

Bonnie's eyes open for good and she finds herself staring at him, taken aback. "Wistman's Wood? Are you sure?"

"So said the farmer I ate soon after," Klaus confirms and simply shrugs at the look she gives him for his confession of murder.

Bonnie's teeth catch her bottom lip as she considers what he has told her. Wistman's Wood is known to her. On the surface, it is a oak forest --- but it has a long history of being connected to the mystical, especially the Wild Hunt. She knows what that symbolizes. Catastrophe. If the Wild Hunt appears, death soon follows. It can't be a coincidence that he woke there.

"And you were alone?"

"Yes, just me, the frozen ground and snow softly following. Poetic if you think about it," Klaus muses before growing serious. "What is the importance of this place?"

"Wistman's Wood is attached to a lot of folklore: dangerous omens, hauntings, hellhounds --- it's supernaturally charged so I think there is a reason you were pulled through the veil there. The spell probably had to be anchored in nature somehow. It takes a lot of power to bring back the dead. Especially when the dead is..." She trails off, refusing to point out how his unique status makes his resurrection all that more difficult. She has a feeling he might just preen and she would rather he concentrate on the road. "The real question becomes why were you allowed to get from there to here. To me." She pauses for a moment and then furrows her brows. "How did you find me by the way?"

Klaus opens his mouth and then he closes it. There is silence as he appears to consider his answer. "I just...did."

"Helpful," she quips but she doesn't doubt him. There is something much bigger at play here. She has a feeling that they are only touching the edges of it and before it is all said and done, they will have to wade in deep. She feels something claw in her stomach. She has long thought she left that kind of magic behind. She had spent far too much of her childhood, her teen years, wrestling things so big they swallowed her whole. The life she has carved out for her now is meant to be something small, something manageable. She hasn't had to give up her magic and she is still helping people but she is not putting herself through the wringer to do so.

The days of self sacrifice are long over.

She looks out the window, noting how the city has given way to outskirts. Christmas lights blaze in the windows and she thinks she can even make out a few families crowded around their trees despite the late hour. For the first time, she finds herself missing her family (the one she found throughout her life thus far). She wonders what it would be like to sit next to Caroline, sipping a hot cocoa as the twins argued over whether or not the packages on the tree were the newest iPhones. She knows she could have been there (her invitation is open and longstanding) and now she wishes she was.

"How come you haven't gone to see your family?" she asks, the very act of missing hers making her realize a glaring error in his ways. He is all about family --- that infamous always and forever. Add to that, he has a daughter. A very strong willed powerful daughter.

Klaus' mouth is pressed thin and she can see the way he tenses even in the dim light. She thinks he is going to ignore her but then he is speaking, voice low. "I am a danger to them."

She furrows her brows. It is not like Klaus to be introspective. He has always been a danger to them --- his temper, his jealously, his paranoia...all traits that have led to destructive moments when it came to his siblings. She doubts that he sees it that way. So, he must be speaking literally. She thinks for a moment, her head turning so she is looking out the window. "When I heard you had died, I almost didn't believe it --- especially when the rumor came around that you staked yourself. For someone who values immortality, it seemed out of place. But..."

"I had to," Klaus tells her. "I had no other choice." The words tumble out of him like running water, quick and close together. "There is something in me that wants my daughter --- and I won't go near her until I can be sure I am rid of it." Bonnie is confused. She is about to say more when Klaus jerks the wheel down a narrow road. "You said one of clients lives down here? Let's go wish her a Merry Christmas, shall we?"

End of discussion.

For now.

[delopsia]

happy thanksgiving, delly 🍓 i’m sorry people are being disrespectful assholes to you 😔 so have this:

rhett is currently testing the extent of robert’s food coma by trying to singlehandedly pull boxes of christmas decorations down from the attic without making any noise. except he’s making a lot of noise and cussing up a storm all the while and it’s hilarious, but (luckily?) that third helping of turkey and sweet potatoes (that was almost more marshmallows than sweet potatoes) was keeping flyboy well and truly lulled…

💐 t

Happy Thanksgiving, even though I'm several days late, and the turkey is reaching a questionable age in the fridge! 🦃 I got so distracted the first time I read this. I had zero idea about the marshmallows and sweet potato thing 😭and then I wound up watching a video on it, even though I can't stand sweet potatoes 😔✌ here I am, days later

All I can imagine is Rhett poking his head around the corner and staring at Bobby for the longest time, looking for a sign of life before he dares touch the attic. And then the Reader, not knowing what the hell he's doing, pokes their head out too, like, "?? what are you doing?" and if Bob opens his eyes in this very moment, he's going to think he's in a damn sitcom.

It's not like it's a surprise that Bob is currently in the same kind of slumber that made Romeo think Juliet was dead; Natasha still talks about the time this happened on a deployment and ended in them calling a damn medic.

And so maybe Rhett is the reason why there were so many marshmallows in the sweet potatoes...and maybe, just maybe, he's the one who deliberately placed the whole dish on the table, knowing Bobby wouldn't be able to help himself...

Turns out, putting Bob Floyd into a food coma is insanely easy.

The Reader has zero idea what Rhett is up to, but they're standing in the kitchen sneaking another piece of their favorite leftover when they just start hearing a distant, "motherfucker! No, no, no, shit!"

Walk around the corner, and it's Rhett fighting with the lower half of the Christmas tree 🙄

"You couldn't wait?"

"Wanted t' see how far I can get before he wakes up."

It's honestly impressive how much manages to happen while Bob is snoring in the corner of the couch. The festive mugs have been switched out for the winter set, the Christmas tree is fully standing and half-fluffed (that's a job that Rhett has decided Bob can keep), there are reindeer figurines on the shelf, and even the festive blankets and rugs have made their appearance. Hell, Rhett found the mistletoe Bob harassed y'all with last year and hung it above the bedroom door.

Bob knew he could be a heavy sleeper, especially when he's over-ate and found himself a cozy spot to nap, but he truly thinks he's slept a whole month when he opens his eyes. It was Thanksgiving when he settled down, and now Christmas has taken over the house.

The moment he lays eyes on Rhett, he knows it was him who started this because the big ol' cowboy is standing there looking back at him like:

Guilty as can be.

(Bobby hasn't the slightest clue that Rhett has armed himself with a piece of mistletoe and is gonna exploit it for endless free kisses the moment Bob is close enough)

[take-everything-you-can]

Tree Topper Steve

I'm gonna be thanking @babygorewhore again for this amazing mood board! She kills it every single time! Also shoutout to @xxhellfirebunnyxx , @monstxrteeth and again morgy for beta reading ! the rest i'm keeping as a suprise for y'all. And a quick shoutout to @rainbowkisses31 for making and sharing these cute dividers! Steve Harrington x Fem Reader Wc: 1K TW: There are none ! This is pure fluffy goodness for the soul.

The drastic change in temperature by just a closed door was astounding. Just minutes ago you had been bundled in blankets on the couch waiting for Steve to get home. His wide smile and snowflake kissed lashes made you jump up only for him to stop you in your tracks when he flings the small build up off of his shoulders and a shake of his hair. But when his eyes meet you he can't hold back his excitement.

“I've got a surprise for you!”

“What kind of surprise?” you keep in mind that he has yet to take off his shoes as he reaches for you. 

“Well, ok so I know you've been wanting to go and look at trees together, but on the way home I saw one and I could not pass it up babe, it's perfect.” 

You don't even care that you didn't get to pick it out with him, the second you see this beautiful Fraser Fir your mind races at all of the possibilities of how you can decorate it. This six foot tall, full branched stunner is absolutely the one. You beam at Steve as he stands looking down to you. 

“ It is perfect Steve! We have to get this thing inside right now !” You beam.

So yes you froze a little to bring this beast into the living room. Only for a second though as you get Steve to hold it up, while you run to the garage to grab a holiday tote. You had a few that sat in the small space. 

This house was fairly new to you and Steve. It had only been a few months of living together and this was the first holiday you were spending in it together. Halloween was shared with friends and Thanksgiving split between families, but Christmas was a holiday you had decided to spend solely together this year. 

A decision that Steve had suggested, one that made your heart soar. A Grinch in his own right, Christmas had never been one of Steve's favorites, until he met you. Something about seeing how purely excited you got when it snowed or when you saw a gift you thought someone would love. Everything about this season in Steve's mind began and ended with you.  

To see that look in your eye as you stood back and saw the tree in the corner of your shared living room, that made every bad decision in his life worth it. Since it led him here, straight home, to you.

A few more totes brought in and all filled with ornaments, some old and some new. Heavy and willing , you lifted each one to show Steve. 

“Alright champ, who's ornaments are we going with?” You look at him a bit off, a strong side eye as you open the lid to the first tote. 

“Both , duh ! “ He stares at the totes and then towards you and a small sigh leaves him. 

“ They won't match each other ya know?.” You stop shuffling through the mound of decorations and look at him. 

“Do they need to ?” The question stuns him. 

“I mean.. I guess not, but won't that bother you ? The fact that our decorations don't aesthetically go together?” You look at the totes scattered in front of you and survey that of your six, Steve has only one.

 So no you could honestly say you didn't give a damn if his glass baubles didn't match yours. That the garland he owned was gold unlike your silver. As long as he felt that he could set his things next to yours in harmony you really didn't care how it looked to prying eyes. 

“ Do you care if they match ? “  He shakes his head as a small blush dusts his cheeks. “ Then neither do I “ you both find that among his few small trinkets you share a few, doubles for if one breaks. 

You pull out your ceramic trees and place them along the mantle above the fireplace while Steve strings lights along the tree. A few ornaments get placed across the bottom as he weaves in and out of the branches at the top leaving just enough space for the tree topper. 

He starts to play a George Michael record, one he knows you can't resist dancing to. A secret you shared on one of your first dates, coincidentally around the holidays. He recalls you saying how beautifully haunted Michael sounded when singing about his lost love and how you knew that feeling all too well, one you would never know again. 

Steve watches as you place small hooks into rings and place delicate glass and ceramic into thick full leaves as he sits leaning against the back of your couch. Listening to you hum sweet melodies, content in your skin. He thinks to himself how lucky he is to have found you this early in life, grateful beyond belief. 

“Do you think we should use your star topper or my angel topper this year babe?” Your question startles him out of his thoughts. 

“Hmmm? What ?” You laugh having let him drift away for a bit. 

“Star or Angel ?” You hold both in your hands and wave them back and forth in front of the tree to gauge his reaction to either.  You had debated for about ten minutes silently yourself, opting to let Steve decide so you wouldn't have to.  

He groans coming up towards you and taking them both out of your hands. He holds the star up and then the angel as if he is deep in contemplation. 

“I'm going star my love , I've already got my angel this year.” You feel the heat in your chest at his words. They fall from his lips as easily as reciting his name , so fond of you this man is. Yours , he is all yours. 

You place a small kiss to his lips that turns into something of hunger, instantly. Buttons become skewed and zippers get pulled down.

How did you get so lucky as to unwrap Steve Harrington? 

[tekutiger]

Post 3 for the day about games 😅😇

First thing I'm going to say here is, if you consider getting this one, do NOT get it for the Switch. Get it for the PC. It is massively buggy on the Switch and there is so much drama regarding the bugs and fixes that it's kind of a mess. But it's genuinely a great game. I'm hoping they get all of that resolved but like all things- it's something that's going to require time.

This isn't the first game I've seen this with, and I'm positive it isn't going to be the last.

That being said...

😅

Only reason I haven't logged in yet today is because I've been writing blog posts all day and doing chores, lol.

My story with this game is a bit of a roller coaster. It might even deter some people and if it does that's fine. I'm going to be completely transparent here.

I attempted to play this at the beginning of last year, iirc? For around 9-ish hours and I found it so incredibly complicated with all of the craft stations that I just couldn't get into it. This is coming from someone who plays FFXIV on a near daily basis and has played other games like FFVII, Ragnarok Online (live and p-servers), Sims 4, WoW, DDLV, and like 20+ other small indie games I can't recall atm- not that those have insanely complicated crafting systems but they're not one-click craft systems either.

Simply put, I dropped it because I had other games that made more sense. But a friend of mine had this on their wishlist so I bought it for them this last Christmas and I noticed another friend of mine had also bought it. The friend I had bought it for was very enthusiastic about playing it so I was like "okay... I guess I should try re-learning it again!". I logged in... but all of my things had poofed- including my farm, lol 🫠 It was just an overgrown mess of trees, rocks, and weeds. I don't even know how that's possible. I went to reddit and I guess this happened to several people in some patch a while back in July (2024) or something and it was a freak-accident that should have never happened- just some dozen of players were affected by it. Go figure, lol.

👆🏻 This is basically what my "farm" looked like after I attempted to clean it up thinking "maybe if I clean the area it's supposed to be on, it'll come back"... yeah no. That didn't work LOL. (I was also an angel previous to this and tried to remake my chara to an elf and it just shoved me back on the same plot with the same items and pet so that was confusing)

I decided at that point I needed to remake my character again but this time delete my old character because it was taking from my old character data somehow? I had no clue what was happening here, being totally unfamiliar with this game...

The good news is- I got my NEW elf and my NEW farm up and running and everything is smooth now.

This game is really cute though, in that it has seasonal events, a main story plot (that I haven't completely finished yet), multiple towns, characters you can romance (and even date/marry), lots of decorations, many pets and mounts, toggle settings so you can choose your play style. If you want to be casual or don't want to worry about HP, you can enable invincible. If you don't want to deal with the seasonal crop nonsense like pests stealing your stuff or crops freezing in the winter- you can turn that off.

Second important point I'd like to make is that this game is a bit slow to start, or get going. But after you get the snowball rolling, it'll avalanche, so don't give up on it. And all those crafting stations- take time to scroll through them and learn what they have and do. Don't do what I did the first time and craft ALL of them ALL at once like a dummy and get overwhelmed with them, lol 🙃

Third, those seasonal bosses that come to wreak havoc on your farm; you have the option to ask for help from people in the town. It's in the dialogue box. I think I skipped this the first time, I know other people skip this too, and then get frustrated and stop playing because there's an elementari on your farm throwing out all these things you have to remove taking away time from all of your normal tasks. Don't put yourself through that if you don't want to and ask for help, lol. But if you want to, by all means 😅 (There's also a setting to turn the seasonal bosses off, but then you miss out on some items.)

I don't want to spoil major plot points of the game but I had to show off the cephalopods and the helpful watering ghostie. The other two shots I just like a lot 💖

Here's some of my decorating 😊 The art studio is for Jun, he loves his plants so I made it very plant-y 🪴🎨. The kitchen cafe is more for my character 🍵🌻. If you play and marry Jun, the sunflowers will make sense.

I have several other areas to decorate but 40 minutes being the maximum you can set days to be kind of makes that a bit difficult for me 🫠 (personal problems, lol, I'm a slow decorator)

I do kind of wish the game's wiki was updated. They stopped updating it at some point. And the Reddit mods are no longer active but people are currently trying to get new mods in. This game and its community is very much still active- it just needs some tlc.