#celebrating the holidays with her family 🥺

[josephslittledeputy]

Sidra Navros (various) - Enjoying the warmth inside with a lactose-free hot cocoa Celeste Night (og verse) - Gabriel insisted that Aidan should get to enjoy the holidays and Celeste didn't have enough energy to argue, so she's indulging him for once Lacy Cunningham (c*d) - Well, she only stepped out to grab a few things but... it seems she brought half the store back with her. But how can she not fully indulge in the holidays when she's got a kiddo at the perfect age that makes the holidays so much fun?

Tagged by @carlosoliveiraa a hot minute ago to do this meiker, thank you!

I haven't seen many people do this one yet, so if you've already been tagged, my apologies! @inafieldofdaisies @adelaidedrubman @clicheantagonist @cassietrn @simplegenius042 @g0dspeeed @marivenah @purplehairsecretlair @direwombat @socially-awkward-skeleton @alexxmason

[sukunas-wife]

Hehehe rising at 12:57 in the morning for my day of birth 🥺🤍🤍

In commemoration of my birthday, I offer Birthday Sukuna (Student edition) 🥺 I love Big Daddy Ryomen, he loves his wife so much even though she has no find details 💀 (Yet- maybe) they give me Kushina/Minato when Naruto had his Madara induced dream

In all things, the Sukuna family wasn't to extravagantly celebrate holidays. “Special days” such as Christmas, Halloween, Valentines, White Day, and those other seasonal festivities would be recognized, however Ryomen Senior and Junior would usually brush it off, leaving it to their wife and mother to make arrangements.

Akira Sukuna, was a woman who came from a family who loved to celebrate the holidays. Seeing it as a way for the family to come together and tighten loose bonds. Birthdays and Anniversaries in specific were her priority. A sentiment her husband had shared from the beginning. If there was a special day, it would be his wife’s birthday, or his son's birthday. Followed very closely by his wedding anniversary.

Now here she stood yelling at her son, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN Y/N’S BIRTHDAY IS THIS WEEK AND YOU DON'T HAVE A GIFT OR ANYTHING PLANNED OUT!? WHAT DID YOU DO FOR HER LAST BIRTHDAY!? DON'T TRY TO SPEAK OVER ME YOU PROBABLY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING THEN EITHER! RYOMEN SUKUNA JUNIOR, I MAY HAVE BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD BUT I WILL NOT HESITATE TO TAKE YOU OUT OF IT YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTANT BIRTHDAYS ARE I SHOULD- OH- MMM, YOU- RYOMEN GET YOUR SON.” She was livid, and pacing around in front of the table where she had sat her son after he nonchalantly mentioned your birthday would be during the week. Then proceeded to say “Oh I don’t have anything.” After his mother asked what he was going to do to celebrate.

Sukuna turned to look at his father who was attempting to avoid the scene, “Ryomen,” he cleared his throat unable to think of the proper words, “You should understand by now how important days like these are. They come around once a year. Holidays will continue with or without us, birthdays can only be celebrated with that person. You don’t celebrate the birthday of a dead person or a person who is no longer in your life, we celebrate the living because they’re alive and with us in these moments. Our time here is limited and that’s what makes it special, that’s what makes spending time with your loved ones special.” He looked at his wife for approval, she had a soft smile, “Aww my Ryomen.” She raised her arms bringing her husband into a hug, a hand on his face bringing him down to kiss him.

Sukuna cringed at the sight, and scoffed when he saw his dad wink at him. Of course his dad would know how to play his moms game and get away with it.

“Now,” his mom tuned to him with a smile, break into your saving and go find something nice.” Sukuna hesitated in getting up, waiting as if there was something more to be said, and there was. “AND I'M JUDGING EVERYTHING YOU DO AND BRING SO YOU BETTER BE READY TO EXPLAIN AND DEFEND YOURSELF WHEN YOU GET BACK RYOMEN.”

He was quick to evacuate hearing his dad laugh, “That’s my girl.” He heard the mumbles of his parents as he ran to his room and out the house, “Find something nice…” he scoffed to himself, “I’ll find something better than nice, I’ll find something amazing you’re gonna be jealous.” He was mouthing off, shaking his head while looking at the cards in his wallet. He had one escape plan if something was out of his limit, which would be hard considering his father never turned off his weekly allowance from all those years ago. He let out a smug laugh before he was officially ready to go.

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“So what’s the difference between this and that?” Sukuna was squinting displeased at the poor lady behind the counter. She looked around, frantically begging silently for her superior to hurry with his lunch. “Well, this is 2.8 carrots for 775,939.73 yen…” she motioned to the bracelet on the velvet display in front of him.

She hesitated to turn around in fear he’d pocket the bracelet and run off. But his stare had her more fearful of offending him by moving the bracelet away. “I-I’m sorry sir, would you please tell me what you're asking about when you refer to ‘that’.” He gestured to a necklace sitting on a high shelf over a velvet stand, “That necklace up there.” She slowly turned her head, shaky hand resting on the glass case ready to snatch up the bracelet at any sudden movements. Sukuna was occupied tapping away at his phone doing maths to justify his spending.

“S-sir,” the jeweller carefully placed the velvet stand in front of him on the glass case. She watched as Sukuna put his phone away, hand coming up and taking the centre diamond between his curled pointer finger and thumb. He lifted it higher to get a closer look at it, uncurling his hand to let the strand of diamonds run over his fingers. “This is seven carrots in total weight and it goes for 1,901,013.11 yen. It’s called a graduated diamond necklace. The diamonds graduate in size as they near the centre. Many couples or parents for their children like to start off with a hand full of diamonds usually 5-7, odd numbers so the centre stone usually remains the largest and add on more as they achieve accompaniments in life such as graduation, engagement, marriage, job promotions, pregnancies, anniversaries or birthdays.” The sales woman smiled at him, missing his eye twitch, “birthdays…” was all she heard him say before he took a deep breath and sighed, “This may be improbable but will you take a full single payment.” The lady blinked, “I..I’m.. Yes?”

—- —- —- —- —-

“Hey! I just called! You didn’t answer so I thought you were busy and weren’t gonna call back.” Your voice on the phone had Sukuna’s lips shifting into a faint cross of a smile and a smirk.

“I know, I watched the phone ring.” His grin grew when you scoffed “How rude. This is why you're not in the running for Boyfriend of the year and my plushie is.” His grin didn’t falter, “Yeah yeah, see if that little shit buys you your McDonalds happy meal when you want to collect their stupid little toys.” He heard your hushed devious laugh and rose a brow, “why-WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIGHT NOW?” You spoke over him, and his eye twitched, “I’m out, running errands foorrr… running errands.” “Awwww you’re such a good boy running errands for your mommy huh?” He rolled his eyes at your tone, “Yeah sure.” He started to turn on his car, “WAIT” his eyes snapped to his phone, “Ryo, wait wait wait. Hold on, don’t do anything.” He started looking around, there wasn’t a chance in hell you were telling him to wait and not do anything just by chance. He saw you, running up the sidewalk and around his car to the passenger side and jumping in, your phones echoing until you ended the call. He looked at you, mouth slightly open and brows furrowed, “Hi.” You smiled at him, “y/n…” he sighed, “What were you doing running down the sidewalk.”

“Oh, well, I had to um, I was doing a thing where I was going to go and-“ he cut you off with an unimpressed look, “You were going to McDonalds for that hello kitt-Sanrio collection!” You cut him off with a grin leaning forward and smacking the dashboard, “C'mon let’s go! The fries are only getting colder.” He sighed, “Fine but first, get away from the dashboard.” His arm pushing you back against the seat as he reached over to grab your seat belt was something you’d never fight against, instead you always took the opportunity to grab his face and kiss his cheek.

“So what are you doing here at,” you looked out the window, “Woah, that’s the fancy jewellery store.” He shrugged, “Picking up a gift.” He was nonchalant and you awed, “Aww your dad is so sweet to your mom, he loves his wife so much.” He shook his head with a faint smile, side eyeing how your expression, how your eyes lingered on the shop with a soft smile. “Alright, let’s go.”

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“Cmmoonn Ryyooooo.” You whine sitting beside him. He was still sucking from his straw, side eyes you and he tilted his head to the side. You took it as a yes and started to raise your hand and he pulled his head back, “No.” you huffed, “You’re just jealous I’m prettier.” He rolled his eyes watching as you threw your Kuromi comb back onto the booth's table and picked up the sliding Little Twin Stars mirror, opening it to look at yourself and nodding your head. He laughed and put his empty cup down. You looked at his empty cup as he flicked the fries on the wrapper around before eating one. You picked up your cup and took a sip holding it in your hand as if your were offering it, he took and started to sip on what was left of your drink and you angled the mirror to look at him. He let the straw go to make a face at you through the mirror. Snapping your head to him, “Why did you drink my sprite?” He looked confused, “You gave it to m-why did you drink my sprite I was just holding it here and you took-.” You closed your mouth when he pressed some fries to your lip and you shook your head, “Why did you drink-“ he held the fries out to you and you smiled trying to pull away and he did it again, finally you took a bite of the fries and he snapped back at you “why did you eat my fries?” You looked away smiling half covering your face with your spread open hand, “I can't stand you.” You missed his grin, “It’s a good thing you’re sitting down then.” You both sat back against the booth, watching the orange even slowly turn pink. The people passing, the ones on bikes, the kids running by looking like they were avoiding someone they had caused trouble for. You smiled propping your face on the palm of your hand, staring off into the skyline watching the birds pass over. “What do you think tomorrow will be like?” He eyed you, following your stare into the city building skyline. “Hopefully quiet, I wanted to sleep in but I ended up getting in trouble this morning and sent out.” You hummed, “heh, your mom reminds me of Naruto’s mom, don’t tell me your dad I’d like Minato too.” Sukuna went blank, doing his best to remember what you were talking about. There was a small twitch in his lips, “It’s close.”

You smiled huffing through your nose, “Oh wanna go with me to pick up a dress? I was supposed to earlier but ya know.” You picked up the little hello kitty case and shook it around, “I got distracted.” He smirked down at you, “Got distracted or just wanted a ride?” Your sheepish grin gave it away, “Alright, let’s clean up and go.”

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“You’ve been out all day, what did you get?” Sukuna’s mother was quick to stop him at the entrance, “You don’t have anything big so I’m hoping you have plans?” Her eye twitched the same way he had earlier under the stress.

“I do.” She smiled pulling him in, great WE” she yelled back over her shoulder, “want to hear all about it.”

Sukuna heard his dad groan, “Oh- I mean ofcourse we do.”

That’s how he ended up sat across from them, all of them in silence after he explained his gift choice… “Well.. congratulations on your engagement sweetie.” Sukuna and his father looked at their respective wife and mom, “I’m sorry, dove, what did you say?”

“It's graduation. diamond. necklace. Ryomen, that’s a lifelong commitment. Y/n isn’t his daughter so he would be stupid if he’s going to give this gift away and he doesn’t plan on having a future with her. But, that’s not my little Ryomen. No, he’s smarter than that, so I’m congratulating him on his pre engagement statement.” She looked away sipping from her cup of tea that had long ago gone cold. Her husband was looking at her and she placed her cup down, “Don’t argue with me about this, he came in here and said it’s for LIFE ACHIEVEMENTS, then said graduations, Engagements, marriages, pregnancies and anniversaries- does that not sounds like the process of what their lives could pass through???” Her husband paused to think about it, she was making sense, Sukuna was looking between the both of them, “I also bought a dress…” His mom smiled fondly, “Oh that’s sweet, what colour is it?” “…White..” his mom laughed softly, not at his choices but how in her head it sounds like a marriage was taking place, replace the necklace with a ring and she’d be telling him goodbye next week.

“Well, as long as you put thought into it I’m happy and I know y/n will love it.” His mothers soft eyes and smile matched her tone and he nodded. “I hope so, she basically chose it out and left it because she said she couldn’t ever buy something that fancy without a special occasion.” He scrolled through his phone to find the video of you trying on the dress, his mom saw the look on your face, how your eyes lit up when you turned to the mirror, the smile on your face and how your head snapped to him and ‘you’re taking a picture?’ You smiled with closed eyes holding up a peace sign and, ‘Heh, that’s the best you got?’ He questioned you and you pouted, ‘How do you like it?’ The sales woman who finished laying out the dress asked you, “It’s really pretty! I love the sleeves! It’s a little simple but it would look amazing in pictures.’ Your excitement shined through, ‘It’s our first event dress created, I’m so glad you love it, it’s only 152,100.05 yen. We can alter sizes and length upon request if you’d like, but in my opinion I think the length is perfect here, but in the back we could add a small clasp to hold it in just a bit more snug.’ Your blank smile was enough for Sukuna to cut off the video and go to your rescue.

“Sweetie.” His mom smiled at him, but he was smiling like a fool at his phone, the silly look of your blank smile made him laugh, “Ryomen.” He looked up at his mom, “That’s an event gown…” he blinked and nodded, “I heard her say it was an event gown.” His brows furrowed, “A WEDDING, event gown.” His mom stressed the word, “I would know, I was there and I saw the dress when they first brought it in store a week ago for their wedding debut.”

“Biology wants what it wants.”

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‘Are you going to class in the morning?’ You squinted at Sukuna’s message, it was almost midnight when you had woken up to his message. ‘No, I’m gonna sleep in late. I don't wanna go in tomorrow.’ You watched the screen of your phone when the chat bubble popped up. ‘FINE THEN, didn’t wanna see your face in the morning anyway 😒’ you smiled and laughed lightly at his message. Head nodding as you yawned, blurry vision as you got ready to nod off again.

‘Still awake?’ You blinked slowly at the message, typing your answer and accidentally hitting answer when a call came in.

‘Hey’ Sukuna’s voice on the phone was comforting, ‘hey.’ You were cut off by a yawn. ‘Y/n.. I need to tell you something.’ Yawning again you tried to answer, ‘yeah?’

‘I…’ the line went quiet for a second ‘Happy Birthday y/n…’ silence, you smiled, ‘Thanks Ryo.’ The smile was evident in your voice as you yawned again. Silence took over the line, you laid their comfortably to the thought of Sukuna being the first to wish you happy birthday. ‘Y/n?’ You hummed, ‘Ryomen.’ He let out what sounded like a smug scoff. “I love you…’

You grinned like a mad man, “I love you Ryomen.” You could hear the smile in his voice when he finally spoke up again, ‘Get some rest I’ll see you tomorrow then.’ You hummed with a smile, ‘yeeaah, I’ll see you tomorrow Kuna’m.’

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Waking up at 5 in the morning wasn’t ideal on your birthday, yet here you were, in a haze staring at your window that was being tapped on. The brief wave of panic had you shooting up until you heard the voice of your cursed lover. Sighing you opened the window and he quietly made his way in.

You yawned trying to ask him why he was here and he just brushed you off kicking off his shoes and taking off his sweater showing the long sleeve shirt that hugged his frame. He pulled down his sweat pants and you were going to look away until he mumbled “Calm down I’m wearing pants.” You looked back to see he was in fact wearing a thinner set of joggers, before he threw himself onto your bed throwing the blanket back. You looked at him as he looked at you, “You coming or not?” You weren’t sure what to say, as another yawn racked through your lungs and chest, “Yeah let me just.” You turned and locked your room door playing a risky game of getting caught with your boyfriend in your bed or getting yelled at for having a locked door. Either way, you’d take a scolding for a locked door any day. Yawning as you made your way to your bed, Sukuna rolled his eyes when he saw how much space you left. With one arm he hauled you over into his chest using the other to pull the blanket up over your shoulder. You settled on his chest as he held you tight, “Happy Birthday brat.” You smiled and hummed, a quiet “yaaay”, left you as you fell asleep on his chest to the faint scent of his cologne comforting you.

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It wasn’t until you woke up that you realised you had drooled over Sukuna’s chest. You looked up at him and he had an arm thrown over his eyes, the other wrapped around you loosely. His chest was rising and falling slowly as you started to sit up. You sat up and smiled down at him. When his hand slipped from your side he started to wake up groaning. “What time is it?” He was drowsy based on his squinty eyes that kept closing slowly and he’d force them open again. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, “It’s 10:56.” He hummed and let his head fall back into your pillow. You sat there just staring at him and he was staring off at the roof.

“I’m hungry..” he looked at the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling before answering you, “Where do you wanna go?” He turned to you to see your cheesy grin before he popped your thigh with his hand, “It’s your birthday we’re not going to McDonald’s.” You huffed, pulling his hand into yours, spreading his fingers out and popping his joints, “How about one of those fancy kfc lunches?” He laughed, flexing his hand before intertwining his hand with your own, “I’ll take you somewhere I know that little brain of yours will be entertained entirely.” You would’ve squinted at his little Brian comment but let it slide, “alright, I’ll get dressed then and we can go. He rolled over to face you, you were sitting facing his chest before he propped his head up on an arm, “The place doesn't open til four, we have about 6 hours to burn if there’s something you wanna do.” You sighed, “I don’t know, I’m just hungry.” He huffed, flaring his dramatics, “Fine, get ready I’ll take you somewhere you can eat BEFORE we go eat.” He watched as you jumped up running over to your closet pulling out whatever it was before rushing out your room. He made quick work of getting out of your bed and running to your window to pull his bag in. It was a duffle bag that had your presents, his clothes and a few extra things.

By the time you came back he was dressed and stretched out over your bed that he tried to straighten up. “Took long enough.”

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You were indulgent in the little treats Sukuna kept paying for. By now you had one to many mini bags and Sukuna was carrying a few more. Each one was filled with chocolates and sweets you had picked up from every shop he had taken you to. Biting into a chewy fudge you were content with how it was sweet but not overwhelming, it was smooth and didn’t taste strongly or bitter. Turning to Sukuna with a smile you held the piece up to his lips, any other day he’d resist and make you work for it but he was curious and immediately inhaled your sweet making you laugh. The both of you sat in silence sharing sweets and opinions on what could be better. You mostly listened to Sukuna as he critiqued harsher things.

“Now what?” You asked as he chewed on another piece you pushed to his lips. He shrugged, “Is there anything you wanted to do?” You hummed looking around, and down at your shoes. They were your worn down sneakers, you’d wear when you’d often go out with Sukuna because they were more comfortable than those stiff loafers you’d use for uniform. You kicked your feet, “I wanna go buy new shoes, pretty soon I’ll have to retire these.” He looked at your shoes, “Yeah, didn’t wanna say anything but they look like they’re begging for a break.” You smacked his shoulder and he grinned at you catching your hand squeezing it, “truth hurts sweetheart.”

“Alright, let’s go then, take my bags.” You handed him the rest of the small bags that held chocolates neither of you liked. He rolled his eyes taking them from you and following you God knows where.

That’s how you ended up here, trying on shoes with Sukuna watching intently. You made the mistake of asking his opinion and he had taken his role seriously. “No, you’re not a show girl y/n you’re not going to wear six inch heels anywhere. You’ll break your ankle anyway, look.” His open hand motioned to your wobbly walk. “You just hate me cause I’m pretty Ryo.” He let out a single laugh, “Try these instead.” You sat across the aisle from him holding up your foot to him, “Change it for me?” If you were anyone else he would’ve thrown the box of shoes at you. But alas, there he was with a soft smile a scoff, untying your heel and putting your sock back on he placed the new shoe on your foot. They were simple converse but you were gleaming because he put it on and even tied it for you. “Perfect.” You wiggled your foot at him and he grabbed your foot by the sole of the shoe pulling the shoe off, “Great, we’ve been here so long I think we can go eat now.” You hummed lifting your other foot for him to take the heel off and put your sock on. He watched as you huffed trying to slip your old shoes on. “What about all the bags?” “We can take them back to your home and I’ll give you your birthday present.” He saw how your eyes lit up, “How about now?”

The way you exaggerated batting your eyelashes had a small smile tugging at his lips, “I left it at your house so you wouldn’t bother me all day, let’s go pay and then when we get there you can open it. I won’t fight you about it because you have to use it today or I’ll take it back.” You were smiling like a love struck fool when he offered his hand. You took it, letting him help you up before hugging his arm resting your head on his shoulder, “I love you.” He looked down at you from an angle, “mhm.”

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“No… Sukuna..” you held the dress to your chest looking at him with a sympathetic smile, before holding the dress up and smiling at it before hugging it to your chest again looking at Sukuna, “you didn’t have too Ryo, I love it so much, but it was so expensive I can’t, awww but it’s so pretty Ryyoooo.” You whined doing a little stompy dance squeezing your dress to your chest before throwing it in your bed beside Sukuna. He reached over to pick it up until you were between his legs squeezing him in a hug, his head pressed against your chest with wide eyes. He couldn’t get used to the displays of affection, still he let his hands hover over you until he hugged your waist letting you press your cheek to the top of his head and squeeze him harder, “I lied you are in the running for best boyfriend of the year.” You didn’t see the way he smiled but you felt the way he laughed when he pulled away shaking his head, “Where’s that damn plushie anyway.” You pulled him back into your chest fearing for your plushies life, “Uh, no where.” He squeezed your waist in his hud before he tried to push you back so he could stand. “Get dressed, I need to get ready.” You finally let him go and he turned to give your dress a Quick Look before grabbing his bag and heading out to the bathroom.

It took half an hour for you to get ready and you were still in a Fritz about shoes and how you were supposed to close your zipper. Finally you gave up sitting down on your bed huffing. The knock on your door pulled you out of your despair, “help me..” your plea had Sukuna dropping his bag and walking over to you with a focused face as he motioned you to stand. You did and face your open closet door, the body mirror there showed your reflection and how elegant the dress made you look. You smiled at yourself watching as Sukuna looked like he was struggling, “Step forward.” Was all he said as he finally stood behind you and zipped up your dress, you were smiling bright at your reflection, watching how it looked like he was pulling at something. “Is something wrong?” He looked up at you through the mirror, “Yeah something is missing.” His furrowed brows looked concerned through the mirror and you gave him a worried look, “Put your hands down I’ll fix it.” You kept your arms to your side hearing him rustle something around before he looked up bringing his arms around your shoulder over chest. He pressed his hands together before pulling them apart slowly showing you the reflection of the necklace he had bought. Your jaw dropped before you started choking, “RYOMEN.” You tried to step back only to bump into his chest as he laughed, stepping back to clip the necklace onto you, “What.” “NO RYO you didn’t have to, please, I’m gonna cry.” His smile was priceless, he looked so soft staring at you through the mirror. The edges of his lips were pulled up into soft smiles, his eyes were full of sentiment. “I think it fits well y/n.” You felt heat race to your face as you forced your eyes closed cupping your hands over your face. You turned to face him, hugging him and burying your face in his chest to hide your face, “rryyooo.” Your muffled whine was ignored when he laughed lightly patting you back with his hand, “if you really don’t want it I’ll take it-NO IT'S MINE.” The way you turned your head to the side with a sheepish pout led him to sigh, smiling down at you, “you’re a mess y/n.”

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“Ooou, well aren’t you just fancy.” You shook your head side to side taunting him. “No, I just don’t spend all my money at McDonald’s for toys.” He flicked your forehead making you squirt him and make a face. “So… what is this exactly?”

“Just trust me you’ll like it alright, my parents are here also or else we wouldn’t get a private room so you can have fun with that also.” You both stopped when the hostess stopped in front of a Shoji door, “This is the room reserved for Ryomen Sukuna and company. Company has already arrived.” She slid the door open and there you saw Mr and Mrs Sukuna. Your bright smile was genuine as you greeted them, being wished happy birthday and squeezed into a tight hug by his mother. She held at arm's length, “Oh you look beautiful! This is beautiful. Where did you get it? You look very nice y/n.” Her eyes fell on her son, she looked him up and down, “I see you took a lesson from your father.” Her husband choked in the background looking at his son. Black dress shirt, black dress pants, shiny dress shoes and a black tie. “I don’t see anything wrong with it…” his mumble had her casting him a side glance, “There are other colours other than black husband.” He grinned, “Says the woman wearing black.” You smiled before she turned back to you rolling her eyes, “men.” Your laugh had her refocusing on you, “assuming Sukuna was with you all day after I got a call saying he was in fact not in school, how was your day?” She was smiling, nodding along as you went about telling her of the chocolates you tried, she was surprised Sukuna ate any considering he didn’t like chocolate all that much. Even more surprised when you told her you spent over an hour shoe shopping before he finally found you a decent pair. The two of you kept talking until she asked what he had gotten you as a gift. She was how you perked up jumping out of your chair to show her your dress in its full glory, “He bought me this dress, I really loved it when we saw it in a store, but I couldn’t get it because of how pricey it was. I almost started crying and telling him to take it back.” His mother admired your enthusiasm and sheepish smile, “Well, it looks amazing y/n. A beautiful dress for a beautiful girl.” You blushed with a sheepish smile. “Thank you he also got me this actually, you asked earlier but I didn’t get the chance to answer.” She watched as your hand touched the necklace. Your expression changed to a soft smile as you looked down, “I kept telling him he didn’t have too, I actually started crying.” She looked at her son, he was staring at you with a goofy smile until his dad elbowed him talking about something he didn’t have a clue of.

She smiled, “You’re a very lucky girl Y/n, but I can say that Ryomen is even luckier to have found someone like you.”

You all turned to the door when there was a tap. A chef rolled in with a cart, “It’s a special day, so we’re going to make it extra special!” Sukuna’s mom left you to sit by her husband leaving room for Sukuna to sit with you, “You’re going to love this.” You smiled at him, he was staring at you with a small smile. You reached over under the table taking his hand and bringing it to your lap squeezing it in both of yours. “Thank you for everything Ryomen, I love you.” It wasn't until your hand came up to bring his face closer and you kissed his jaw he reacted. His father laughed at his son's wide eyes and reddening face. The Chef laughed, drawing a heart with oil on the flat grill, “ah, young love,” he lit the oil causing a burst of flames leaving you in awe, squeezing and shaking Sukuna’s hand. He missed the entire show but was content with taking in your reactions.

It was true and he hadn’t realised it, he was in love with you and he couldn’t deny it.

(On a side note, I went to early birthday lunch and I dressed up and a lady literally got a glimpse of me and snapped her head around and screamed across the room “OH MY GOD YOURE BEAUTIFUL!” And i felt so loved 🥰🥰 also go you wanna leave me a gift 🥹 here’s my PayPal (my cash app didn’t wanna link) but it’s not obligatory or anything, I’ll probably take them down later because it makes me feel funny. Someone sent me a dollar and I love that virtual dollar sm it makes me smile lol)

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[wandagcre]

Sam’s Christmas kinks? pls 🥺

WARNING: temperature play, roleplay, use of gags, rope bondage, humiliation, spanking, face-sitting, overstimulation | 18+ men & minors dni.

you both didn't plan it really. or at least, you did not...

but it escalated to something frisky anyway! courtesy of sam doing the spanking and looking for miniscule excuses just so she can put you in her naughty list and spank you until your ass stings in mild pain and tender

at the couch, you're laying in your stomach at sam's lap. she softly ran her hand on your thighs up then your ass, hiking up your dress for tonight's celebration with your family

"know that song about 12 days of christmas? count 12 spanks for me, baby."

you miraculously pull through it and your ass hurts. sam only says 'treats come in later' but oh, you wanted to be fucked so bad. all you can think about while mingling is sam's touch...

sam knows all about it and was internally gloating at the thought. she's surely going to surprise you even more later

in theme for the christmas spirit, you have a nice and naughty gift boxes. nice contains something nonsexual, a thoughtful gift that moves your heart.

and naughty? contains an object for your bedroom activities – making your pussy twitch. you didn't think sam was into this — she gifted you a collar. it had her name and a bell right in the middle.

sam is super into the holiday spirit and she blew your mind how far she was willing to incorporate it in the bedroom!

"the bell? it's multipurpose, baby. it will help me know whether you moved when i strictly ordered you not to. and well... i also need to hear a reminder how exactly rough i'm fucking you with its relentless ringing along your screams."

safe to say you're soaked wet now at sam's teasing. you're hoping that you will survive this goddamn supposed wholesome gathering. you cannot wait to be railed by sam already as she deliciously elaborated.

"guess i am your gift," it was a silly get-up at first, but the glint of absolute delight in sam's eyes and her mouth agape as you presented the slutty santa claus outfit... it fueled the tension even more. it was so rewarding!

sam replaces the santa hat on top of your head with a reindeer headband. "there. much more fitting since i'm going to use you, riding you all night baby."

and sam doesn't stop there. she quipped, "thought you were my present. why don't i see a ribbon all over you?" and proceeds to tie you up with rope and a makeshift bow out of a ribbon she found lying somewhere else, placed on your mouth as a gag 😮‍💨

sam is so into it, you're laid down while you she makes you eat her out. riding your face until you feel all of her weight challenging your neck and mouth that is coated with her arousal 😵‍💫

she doesn't stop there, sam gets up and left you in confusion for few minutes. she comes back with a bowl of ice cubes, some aphrodisiac strawberries and teases you with it, trailing them over your now-shivering body

she didn't hear the bell make a sound. you stayed still as she wanted. "aw, my good girl barely moved?" you preened over the praise ;(

she targets your erogenous areas. she makes you eat some first but orders you to suck the strawberries before biting through them. then sam traces an ice cube on your neck and lower tummy

while tied up you can't do anything but squirm ahh ;( your brain is all fuzzy bc you wanted it to be over AND you didn't want to, at the same time

your nipples aren't safe either. the cold hitting you in such spot made you moan so loud and arch your back helplessly to which sam deviously chuckles at. it's so humiliating ;( but you wanted to be nice - a good girl for sam - so you refuse to complain, only whimpering in gratitude

sam takes a bite of the aphrodisiac strawberries too, removes the poorly made ribbon gag, and pulls you in for a rough kiss. the sweetness and distinct taste of sam that lingered in your tastebuds? both of you were so turned on and felt frenzied, sooo worked up

you're so turned on as sam wanted and you reason out how you have been nice and obedient. sam takes pity and finally takes care of your throbbing pussy.

"it's the giving season, after all. so, I won't stop fingering you until I think you had enough." you came for four times already and sam hasn't shown any signs of stopping just yet.

the collar on your neck won't stop ringing as she fingers you into oblivion 🤕 it was a rather moany christmas indeed ;)

[formula-hamilton]

Living the Dream | Lewis Hamilton x reader

Summary: Lewis and you hard launch your relationship and people discover your past as a fic writer. Face claim: Rosalía A/N: First social media au. Hope you enjoy!

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lewishamilton Celebrating 6 months with my girl

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georgerussell63 Huge congrats you two 👍🏼

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yoursusername Weekend getaway with my favorites 🥰

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lewishamilton Family holiday

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user1 He brought her on the family holiday 🥺🥺

user2 Sooo does Lewis know what's going on??

user3 Anybody else here bc of Y/N's secret getting out? Wonder what Lewis thinks about it all

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[lilbeanz]

Hi! So firstly I want to be a little direct (I hope I'm not being rude 😓) and ask if you're religious and if you practice witchcraft? When I started reading jodt I was pleasantly surprised to see the real life wicca holidays and traditional way of decorating for Yule. You even put in the candle language!!! 🕯️🕯️ (Even if a bit sneaky) It made me, a modern witch, feel seen in a work of fan made, free, easy consuming content. So I wanted to ask if it was a classic writer-researched-a-bit-too-much or you practiced it yourself. Sorry if the question made you uncomfortable .

Secondly I have say you're doing very well with everything and I admire the way you always interact on here and post something almost every day! Just make sure you can rest and have time for your offline life ❤️🔮 Blessed be

Ahhh!!! Merry meet! You are not being rude at all, and tysm for noticing🥺🫶 (it was a bit cheeky of me, wasn't it?😈)

Would I say I'm a witch? ....Sort of? I'd call myself a novice to the craft at best. I'm not explicitly religious, I don’t have an altar or worship any deities.

I dabble! I'm fascinated by witchcraft and wicca, and my family's always been quite witchy at heart.

I've done a couple of spells here and there, nothing huge. Like I said, I dabble... and RESEARCH THE HECK OUT IT🔮✨️

And Joanne really fucked up by having her magic world celebrate Christmas and Easter etc... I get that the Muggle world has blended alot with it when HP takes place -- and it is all from Harry’s pov -- but why would pureblooded witches and wizards celebrate Muggle Christian holidays? Especially families like the Malfoys.

As a witchy person, it just made no sense to me. The eight sabbats predate the christian holidays... Good thing the canon story is all from Harry’s perspective, huh? I saw my opportunity and I took it! 🤣

Also tysm, you're so sweet 🥺💕

Blessed be!🫶

[elvenbeard]

What if we kissed under the bigass neon Christmas tree at Corpo Plaza surrounded by virtual snowfall?

🥺👉👈😘🎄🐟❄️ (<- the emoji combo Kerry sent Vince to start off their date, probably)

Fantastic neon tree prop by @lokiina (you don't have to scale it up to 3000% like I did, but you can, and that's awesome!) 💚

Snowflake props, comfy sweater (Kerry), scarves, and pullover (Vince) by @pinkyjulien💛

Some headcanons and behind the scenes pics below the cut xD

I wasn't sure if I'd manage to do wintery pics still in time cause the last weeks I was ill and also busy as hell, so yeah XD But then, as I was playing around with the Christmas tree, knowing that it's scalable, I had the spontaneous urge to see just how big you could make it... and we'd been talking about how utterly decked out NC has got to be in colorful lights and shit around Christmas (because, yay, consumerism!). And since there are virtual cherry blossoms everywhere, there's gotta be virtual snowfall too!

This is what it looked like from afar :D

Now, headcanon time!

I think, as someone who grew up in the 90s and poor-ish, like me, Christmas must've been a special and magical time for Kerry, even if it's probably lost its charm as he grew older. I still think though, since I interpret him as someone very nostalgic who tends to linger in the past, he'd definitely be into decorating the house and having at least a small fake tree or something set up. He probably did that with Louise and his kids as well (cause yay, giving presents to make up for the guilty feelings of being a probably otherwise not very present parent - ba-dum-tss), and in the following years it brought back too many bad feelings and memories for him to really look forward to it. But with Vince he'd wanna make new memories, he'd probably be in the holiday spirit again for the first time in a long time... but little does he know that Vince is a little Grinch ("What the fuck is a Grinch?" - ".... movie night, right now!")

Vince's family *never* celebrated Christmas in a big way. His mother thought the decorations tacky and didn't want them in her house. Culture-wise, with his dad's Japanese background, Christmas is more a romantic couple's holiday than the traditional family or even religious thing we have in the west. So he doesn't have strong feelings about Christmas apart from "hm, yeah, the lights are pretty I guess". But I'd also like to think that Kerry does manage to get him in the holiday spirit at least a little bit too xD Cause in the end, it's about spending time with your loved ones and giving a shit about the rest imo XD

[pleasingsatellite]

Could you do Matilda Djerf

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yourinstagram what am I going to do without Pham taking my ootd pics everyday :(

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harryfan1 just imagine looking in the mirror and this is what you see everyday. A DREAM

harryfan2 make harry take them

↳ anthonypham if you think my photos are blurry you should see his…

↳ yourinstagram you’re not wrong

↳ harrystyles heyyyyy, it’s an artist choice.

↳yourinstagram it’s a choice for sure!

harryfan3 this comment section has me dying

harryfan4 it’s okay harry I’d give you my lung for you to take my OOTD pics

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harrystyles 2022 changed my life.

I can’t begin to thank all of you who supported me through it, I’ll never forget it. I hope your end of year is filled with happiness and calm.

Love you all.

See you next year. H”

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harryfan1 you are the loml just wanted to let you know

gemmastyles it’s chriiiiiiiiiiiiiiistmaaaaaaaaaaas

↳yourinstagram are we still on for our baking day 🥺

↳gemmastyles of course can’t wait to see you!

↳harrystyles my invite must have gotten lost…strange

↳gemmastyles no you just weren’t invited sorry! mom said you make too big of a mess 🤭

harryflorals I’m so proud of you bestie! See you next year

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yourinstagram it snowed the minute I touched down in London happy holidays 🫶🏻

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harryfan1 thank you for the snow queen!

gemmastyles my bestie is homeeeee

harryfan2 mother nature had you coming home on her schedule

harryfan3 yessss, we’re about to get the best winter fits

harrystyles it’s giving snow queen.

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harryupdates harry landed in LA today and some fans who met him at the airport said he mentioned he would be heading back to England as soon as he can to celebrate with his family 🥺

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harryfan1 sir wtf are you doing in LA…..

harryfan2 okay but i’m so happy he’s going home for christmas

harryfan3 he def did this to throw fans off so they don’t know when he’s going back home

harryfan4 he’s protesting because he didn’t get an invite to the girls baking day

↳ harryfan5 he’s petty so he probably was like oh I wasn’t invited? fine I just won’t come home ✌🏼

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yourinstagram Holiday baking with my ladies @ gemmastyles @ annetwist 🎄

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harryfan1 looking for a fourth baker dm me I can make a mean sugar cookie

harrystyles And apparently I make too much of a mess?!?

↳yourinstagram last time you came we spent the entire night scrubbing icing off the walls cause you set the mixer too high

↳ harrystyles made one mistake and I’m never invited again.

↳gemmastyles you almost burnt like half our cookies….

↳harrystyles can I at least provide entertainment next year?

↳ annetwist of course baby!

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harryflorals HARRY WITH A FAN TODAY IN LONDON THE FAN SAID HE WAS WITH Y/N LEAVING LUNCH

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harryfan1 WINTERRY FINALLY

harryfan2 I’ve missed the face hoodie so badly

harryfan3 winterry just looks like he smells like warm cookies

↳harryfan4 as the fan who met him I can confirm he smells like Christmas time ❤️

harryfan5 gonna wrap him in a warm blanket and put him in front of a fire

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yourinstagram my personal photographer is back in town ❤️ (this was our 500th take I need pham and lloyd back)

📸 harrystyles

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harryfan1 harry being an instagram bf makes sense to me

harryfan2 I just know he was giving posing tips behind the camera as if he isn’t always like 🧍🏻✌🏼 in all his photos

anthonypham we can sit down and I can give some pointers in January don’t worry

harrystyles you’re just picky.

↳yourinstagram you couldn’t see my face in like 30 of the pictures harry…

↳harrystyles that’s my artist direction you just don’t understand.

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yourinstagram 500th holiday party this week

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harryfan1 oh so this is what it’s like to have friends!

harryfan2 green is 10000% your color queen

harryfan3 y’all remember that holiday dinner harry was seen at and his plate was just peas? my fav holiday memory

↳yourinstagram don’t remind me, he went back for 2nd and 3rd’s that night

harryfan4 gonna need an makeup tutorial

↳yourinstagram can post one tomorrow 🫶🏻

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harrystyles happy holidays from my family to yours

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harryfan1 ITS A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE HARRY POSTED HIS SO

harryfan2 was he hacked….

harryfan3 he’s dating an influencer and she’s teaching him her ways and I’m here for it

harryfan4 a non work related post in years thank god

yourinstagram he’s learning ya’ll 🫶🏻

got inspired for the first time in weeks and had to crank this bad boy out in like 45 minutes before it disappeared 🫶🏻

[vanteguccir]

all of ur fanfics are so good i love them, i have a angst request!!!

Y/ns parents aren’t present in her life anymore due to past events and she moved out when she was young. Due to this, she hasn’t been celebrating any holidays with her family members. So (Chris or Matt) invite her to Boston and let her stay over for the holidays and she’s very refusal at first because she doesn’t want to interfere a family event. Either way she goes and when she does she immediately gets welcomed in and at one point Jimmy and marylou are just talking to her as if she’s their child and she gets super emotional because she didn’t realize how much she was craving the parental validation and it felt nice having it in so long. So when she pulls away from the convo she goes to (Chris or Matt) and he immediately comforts her and stuff and even at night they just stay up talking to eachother in bed

Sorry if this was long it’s been stuck in my head for so long 😭😭

OMG ⁉️⁉️ THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD AND HEARTWARMING 😭🥹

coming from a girl who never spent the holidays with my family, this hit too close to home 🫠

IT'S POSTED!!!!

also, thank you so much for your support and compliment, baby love 🥺 love you! 🩷

[w3bheadz]

Literally anything with Johanna please !!! I want her to be happy so badly 🥺❤️

Hi! Sorry it took so long, I've been really busy with uni and things. I have a lot of Johanna headcanons, so I'll do those for now!!

Johanna Mason Headcanons

♫↬ She's a lesbian for sure ♫↬ she listens to rock/punkrock/screamo music when she's training/working out/chopping wood ♫↬ she's really good at building things, she even built a treehouse for finnick and annie's kid ♫↬ johanna’s favourite holiday was Xmas. since she lost her family, she doesn’t celebrate it as much. ♫↬ she's terrified to get too close to anyone considering the fact that her entire family was killed. she needs a lot of assurance to know that someone will stay, but she will never admit it. ♫↬ she's a really hard person to read. you don't know what she's thinking a lot of the time. ♫↬ she's extremely protective once she does get close. ♫↬ she wanted a family, but she was always afraid she would pass her trauma onto them so she never tried to find anyone. ♫↬ katniss and johanna roommate era turned into them being best friends and having hour long phonecalls at least once a week ♫↬ she gives me very aromantic vibes, the only person i ship her with is annie cresta post-rebellion ♫↬ she also uses she/they pronouns probably ♫↬ she loves spicy food too

[lavendernlilac]

With Halloween just passing, I wonder how they celebrate each holiday?

I’m sure Grian does all her seasonal promos(if she does em) early so she has those specific days off and Scar probably does his best to get time off on holidays(he usually gets some of the day off I’m sure).

-bodypillow anon

🥺 grian def does all of her seasonal promos early so she can get those days free. scar I think also does the same? as a model he def makes sure to do any holiday stuff in advance so they don't need anything else from him. and ofc as hotguy, if griande isn't around then there's no need for her personal bodyguard <3 but he does still do a little bit of patrolling on holiday nights

since we already kinda went through halloween...

for thanksgiving I think they both go to their own family's celebration thing but then they meet up at one of their apartments and spend the night together. scar makes it a habit of buying a cake for them to have desert. it became a tradition between them because their first thanksgiving he accidentally bought a cake instead of a pie, and grian teased him about it for days after

christmas 🥺 I think it's their favorite holiday (yes I'm projecting shhhh) they both strike me as festive people and they spend christmas day together <3 scar will come over late christmas eve after patrol and he'll find grian curled up on the couch under a comfy blanket with the christmas tree on hehe

valentine's day is just scar showering grian in affection JKGDFGHFGJF he's all mushy and sappy with her and it flusters the hell out of her but there's a little smile on her face the whole day ;w;

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Hi Shalom!

🐏 anon here. I've been thinking a lot about Judaism lately, and I see your posts all the time (positive!) so I wanted to say hi, and make my own post I suppose.

Recently, I found a photo of my grandma as a teenager, with her family, with a menorah on the table. I was surprised... I thought my grandma's mom didn't really practice Judaism and that's why my grandma doesn't really ever mention it. It's some sort of comfort that I'd be able to, like, prove, that my maternal grandma really was Jewish (at least at one point), you know? I also wonder why it never comes up. It doesn't seem like it's a private subject to her or anything, it just feels unimportant/irrelevant, but you'd kind of think that "observant enough to light a menorah regularly" would be "observant enough for it to be impactful to her identity", yeah? I was also surprised that my great-grandma kind of looks Jewish, because my grandma doesn't at all. I think my great-grandma looks kind of like me, actually...

I keep thinking about sending that email to the shul by me. I've had it drafted ever since you encouraged me last year, and I'm at the point where I really think I should just go check it out and maybe that'll satisfy my curiosity/connection-seeking. But I realized that I have a lot of Jewish friends, all of whom seem to know each other, 'cause there aren't that many Jews around here. And now I'm afraid someone would see me and recognize me and ask questions I don't know how to answer (like "are you Jewish? are you converting? do you want to convert?").

In lighthearted news, I donated $5 to Montana Jewish Project like two years ago when they were trying to buy back a historical synagogue, and today I got a happy new year postcard in the mail 🥺 not even a "send us more money pls" mailing, just celebratory. It's a small thing, but it made me smile.

Shana Tovah, Shalom! It's been inspiring seeing your journey thus far, and seeing how happy Judaism seems to make you. Thanks for the sense of company/community here on tumblr.com!

- 🐏

I'm really glad you decided to send an update - as long as you'd like to, I enjoy seeing how everyone (of course including you) are doing!

I totally get what you mean - I have no clue about half my family, and I've only recently learned a smidge about some of them myself, so I understand why it's like... "How is this not relevant information?". Jewish identity is so complex for many, so it makes sense, you know? But I'm really glad you're connecting with your family, learning about them, seeing you in them. It's a special thing, and I hope you foster that further! And with shul... Nobody knew who I was when I started going, so I don't have that experience, but... I definitely think it's still worth it, honestly. It can be really difficult, and honestly, I myself can get tired of the "what brings you here?" conversations (not anyone's fault, just a conversation I've had a lot that feels... really personal). I honestly think it's one of those "you won't know until you try" sorts of situations, and many people will just be happy to see more people - especially fresh faces! I don't think anyone does this, like... Maliciously, and that helps me when it feels like, "please don't ask why I'm here, it's a whole Conversation."

And it's so sweet they sent you a postcard - here's hoping you'll have a sweet 5785, and I really hope your shabbos will be delightful and refreshing. If you're planning to observe any of the high holidays, may it be meaningful and special! There's no pressure for you, but it's something I think can be really important - I became 110% sure I wanted to convert when I celebrated Purim with my community (which is why Purim is now so incredibly special to me)!

[nerdycanible1]

Hello my lovelies. Happy holidays!!

Sorry for being a bit late with your Christmas present but here I have a drawing of Lin Beifong!! I hope y’all like it!! Took me roughly 4.5 hours to complete it so I hope y’all like it.

I’m sure if we’re in any discord groups together, you’ve already heard about my evil Lin, but if you haven’t, oop- owo I won’t say anymore yet skdksjkdjskdjksjdksj

Anyways here, have a Lin Beifong. And below the line, you could read some HC’s about Linny and the holidays 🥺

Here are some hc’s I have for holiday Lin!

Lin is the type of person that would spend a lot of money getting the people she loves, presents for the holidays, but when she receives a rather expensive gift she is ready to murder you for spending that much.

Lin pretends she doesn’t care for the holidays but she does listen to what you want for the holidays. You could be mindlessly be babbling on and on about what you want or what you’ve seen and Lin always makes a mental note on it.

Her first year without Tenzin or her family, Lin had covered so many shifts during the holidays, she was given a new Sato vehicle by everyone helping in and giving it to Lin after the holidays were over. They thanked Lin, gave her a party and said she was the nicest person in the precinct, tho that was before Lin showed them other wise.

During the years, Lin always allowed her men to take the holidays off and would cover their shifts, even if it was beat cop work. She always enjoyed the way her boys perked up hearing they were allowed time off at their work.

Lin would throw a party for the people that worked during the holidays, she’d always have food ready for her men, drinks, holiday themed treats and sometimes even gifts she got for them. The gifts always included either pairs of socks, gift cards for food or even a nice bottle of whiskey.

Her boys adored Lin and knew under her hard, cold exterior she was nice and very thoughtful. It became a tradition to fill Lin’s office up with random stuff every year. One year it was fancy coats, the next turtle ducks, and so on and so forth. Though the year of the turtle ducks had to be their favorite it because Lin chased the little ducklings around making sure they weren’t squished. They’ve never seen Lin ever hold an animal but that year they saw Lin look so caring for her now new babies.

When Lin would look at her city from the roof tops, her men would take turns checking in on Lin, giving her hot chocolate breaks, snack breaks and even warming her hands up.

When Mako began his job at the precinct, he was confused on why Lin only had them do “paperwork” instead of actual police business. He was even more confused when Lin told him to shut up and party. It wasn’t until later they explained that Lin always threw a party during the holidays for the people that either don’t have families, homes or don’t celebrate the holidays. And when Lin gave Mako not only a nice coat and gloves but also a gift card to one of the best dry cleaners in the city for his scarf to make sure it’s always in good condition and cleaned.

Soon Mako got into the spirit of things at work and he loved his job more. When he and Lin grew closer and he began to see Lin as some sort of mother figure, he one day gave Lin a scarf. Everyone knew Lin would never wear such a thing but were surprised when she wore it. Now Lin and Mako matched and it was a bond.

Lin may not have a family anymore but her men were hers, they were her family and Lin couldn’t be happier.

Alright if you enjoyed that then please let me know in the comments and let me know if you want more! And as for the evil Lin thing I mentioned on top, I’ll let you know more after the holidays!! Thank you and Happy Holidays!

And here are some sketches!! All art is mine, if repost please credit. Thanks UwU

[sacredstarcatcher]

Cruel Summer - Part 7

Warnings: Unprotected sex, rough sex, language, public sex if you squint?

A/N: I’m out enjoying the holiday but needed to celebrate the more important holiday, Cruel Summer Monday 🥺 Forgive the formatting or lack thereof. I’ll fix it tomorrow!! Enjoy your day! 🫶🏻

The Kiszka family was unlike any you had ever encountered. You were constantly trying to keep up with the idiosyncrasies of them all and how they interacted together. There were a few that tripped you up, especially now that you were sneaking around with Sam almost daily.

You knew they all just dropped by Jake’s house as they pleased, since that was the whole reason he added a digital keypad to his home. You had almost been interrupted twice in the duration of your situationship, and both were by Josh.

The same went for Sam’s home- there were no boundaries when it came to visiting each other, and it made you so nervous that you had all but confined the two of you to your apartment. It was nice having him around, so you couldn’t complain. Since he had started staying over most nights, he had brought approximately three houseplants and a hanging flower bed for your balcony.

He was certainly making himself at home, diligently watering his plants and making coffee for the two of you when he woke in the morning. Rosie was comfortable in your home, claiming the foot of your bed as her own when she spent the night. You caught yourself smiling and rolling your eyes affectionately when tidying up your apartment and collecting the countless glasses he left around, always needing a fun drink or a glass of water. You can’t help but laugh as you put them in the sink, “Hydration is VITAL, you know,” echoing in your head.

It’s a warm Friday afternoon and you’re on your way to Sam’s for a barbecue. The four of them had spent the day writing and working, sitting around with guitars in hand or huddled around a phone on speaker making a decision about their upcoming album and tour. It’s clear that spirits are low when you arrive, so after exchanging short greetings with them, you decide to head inside and make them a few drinks to take the edge off.

You call on Josh, who seems to be the least grumpy of the four of them slumped on the lawn furniture, and ask him to help you in the kitchen. He obliges, making his way to you and graciously accepting two of the glasses. He sips one and sighs, murmuring a quiet, “Oh, that’s good.”

You lead the way out to the yard; Josh walks to deliver a glass to Sam on the other side of the yard as you place the tray on the table and lift one to offer to Danny, taking your own and leaving the last one for Jake to drink when he’s ready. He’s playing a lackadaisical game of fetch with Rosie, tossing her tennis ball lightly whenever she drops it into his lap.

Danny’s got his legs stretched out onto the coffee table, head leaned back and eyes closed. Josh is sitting on the ground, legs crossed, leaning on the table doodling in his notebook. He stops every few minutes to take a sip of his drink. Sam is in the hammock, swaying gently, his drink already empty and the glass sitting in the grass. You observe them all quietly, almost nervously. It would kill you if this was the last time you shared an evening like this with all of them.

“Is anyone hungry yet?” Sam calls, his arms behind his head as he relaxes.

“Yes,” Josh and Jake respond immediately, at the same time. You snicker at their twin synchronization and stand to help Sam. He lights the grill as you work on taking the food out of the fridge and putting it onto platters to make it easier for him to cook.

He slides inside through the door, giving you a soft smile. You watch as he opens the pantry, grabbing the apron on the hook inside the door and putting it over his head.

“Kiss the cook huh?” you ask jokingly, reading the novelty print. “Don’t tempt me.”

He gives a look out of the glass door, making sure his brothers are all occupied before leaning dramatically over the breakfast bar and puckering up. You laugh at his antics, cupping his cheek gently and placing a kiss to his soft lips. It’s short, and you gently pat his cheek to signal he’s not getting another. Instead, you hand him the platter in your hand and simply say, “Chef.”

“Thank you,” he says sweetly, for the kiss and the help, and walks outside once more. Once it’s all set for him, you head back outside to see that the mood has lightened a little, Jake deciding to retire the guitar, Josh controlling the bluetooth. He’s hopping back and forth in front of Rosie, who is jumping, spinning, barking, wagging her tail, all together enthralled by the little man in front of her. He’s letting out some little “woo!” “ooh!” “ah!” “hey!” noises as he dodges her, hopping back and forth, to and fro. You can’t help but laugh as you watch from the patio, standing behind Danny.

“Where does he get the energy?” you ask, and Danny chuckles.

“Fuck if I know.”

It’s then that Josh lets out a high pitched shout. You lift your head to look at him and he’s on the ground, Rosie circling around him.

“You okay?” you ask with a smile, like you’re talking to one of your students. He shakes his head.

“Rolled my ankle and fell on a fucking rock.” He lifts his hand from where it’s touching his knee and there’s some blood.

“Alright, come on…” you say, offering him a hand and escorting him inside. “Let’s get you patched up.” He seems to know exactly what to do, as if he’s used to being taken care of. He sits down on the closed lid of the toilet, leaving his knee out in the open for you to see. You work diligently, washing your hands before opening the medicine cabinet and the doors under the sink to quickly gather everything you’ll need.

When you look at Josh’s face, his brow is a little furrowed.

“How did you know where all that stuff was?” You feel your heart sink, your scalp getting hot. Is he on to you? Why is he suspicious? You have to think of an excuse, and fast.

“Everyone keeps their stuff in the same spots... Where else would someone keep the neosporin and bandaids?” It’s easier to distract yourself and wipe his cut clean than it is to make eye contact with him. He doesn’t respond for a few seconds- instead he hisses at the burn of the antiseptic wipe.

“I guess that’s true.” He chuckles and you feel an immense relief. He chatters on as you finish bandaging him up, not stopping. You eventually finish, patting his shin and standing up.

“Now please. Stop riling up the dog.”

-oOo-

“So then he YELLS,” Sam shouts, enthusiastically telling you a story about the day they all had. Dinner is winding down, a few of you still slowly finishing your meals. Josh interrupts to correct him immediately.

“I didn’t yell, I raised my voice. Am I not allowed to raise my voice?!”

“No, he fucking screamed at the guy.” Jake mumbles calmly into the rim of his glass before taking a sip.

“He really did! I mean it. I swear. He starts laying into the guy. Really giving him a piece of his mind. Fuck this, fuck that, you know how he is when he gets mad,” Sam goes on as you sit back in your chair to sip your wine, eyebrows raised, watching him animatedly talk with his hands and arms as he stands at the head of the table, one leg up on the chair as he goes on.

“I was frustrated,” Josh corrects again, tilting his head with an attitude and a hidden smile before taking a bite off his fork.

“Yeah yeah. So he’s giving him a talking to. And he finally, FINALLY finishes, and the line is dead fuckin’ quiet. Dude wasn’t even THERE, the call fucking DROPPED.” He slams his drink down, laughter erupting from Danny and even a slightly embarrassed Josh.

“And that’s why you were all in a sour mood when I got here?” you ask, standing to get a refill on your wine and flip the record. They go on bickering amongst themselves as you pour, their banter eventually dying down.

Once you make your way to Sam’s record player you flip the vinyl, turning the volume up slightly now that dinner’s over. They begin clearing the table, working together seamlessly as they always do.

All of your options for dance partners are occupied, so you choose the next best option, Rosie. You pat your belly and she gets the hint, hopping up on her hind legs and leaning her front paws on you. You take them in your hands, swaying gently to the music, slow dancing with her from side to side as she wags her tail. You swear her face is the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.

What you don’t see is the way Sam is watching you from the spot where he’s standing in the kitchen. His eyes are full of adoration, a happy, blissful grin on his face as he’s frozen in time, committing the moment to memory.

More importantly, you don’t see the way Josh is looking at Sam. He watches his younger brother as he approaches to place two glasses on the counter, but stops moving as if the slightest movement would send the moment crashing down. He takes in Sam’s expression, his eyes following his taller sibling’s gaze to where you’re standing, blissfully unaware, slightly wine drunk and dancing with a dog.

Josh clears his throat when he realizes what’s going on, sending the world spinning on its axis again though Sam could have sworn it was just stopped.

Danny leaves shortly after dinner, eager to call his girlfriend on the drive home. It’s around 10 when Josh reads the room and suggests he and Jake leave, citing his severe exhaustion and need to go to bed immediately. You don’t think twice, but he’s now aware of what’s going on and knows it’s time to go.

“Please text me when you’re home!” you shout from the kitchen as Jake and Josh leave through the front door. You’re doing your best impression of someone who’s leaving soon, nursing the glass of wine in your hand that you said you’d finish before you left. Little do they know, you’re both just waiting for the sound of Josh’s jeep backing out of the driveway.

-oOo-

You’re standing outside of your apartment, your rolling suitcase next to you. They’re late. You can only imagine how difficult it is to get all four of them into a car on time, so it’s not quite a surprise, but you’re still annoyed you woke up so incredibly early. Josh’s jeep flies into the parking lot at 6:47, tires squealing, despite the arranged time being 6:15. Jake jumps out of the back seat to toss your suitcase into the trunk and let you slide into the middle seat, sandwiched between Jake and Sam. You feel nauseous almost immediately, and it doesn’t subside until you arrive at the airport. You’re not sure if that’s due to the lack of coffee, Josh’s driving, or the discomfort of sitting between two brothers you’ve slept with (in the last month.)

The flight is direct, and you’re seated next to a stranger thankfully. You take advantage of the cushy first class seats and nap for most of it, waking for a meal and snack before resting some more. It’s incredibly easy traveling with them- there’s a van waiting for all of you as soon as you grab your luggage from the carousel.

It’s a unique experience sitting with them all in the green room after they sound check, watching them in their element as they decide on a setlist and do their own pre-show rituals. Josh, writing and doodling. Jake strumming quietly on his acoustic, not necessarily practicing, but likely distracting himself. Sam is snacking and drinking, seemingly unphased by the fact they’re playing a show soon. Danny is calm and collected, happy-go-lucky, enjoying a beer while he scrolls on his phone.

Things start to pick up and they split off into their dressing rooms, getting their hair and makeup done. You’re taken by a friendly security guard to your seat in the small venue- there’s a second floor balcony where he leads you to your seat on Jake’s side. It makes sense; when he planned the trip you were still seeing each other. You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the guilt and feelings as you watch the crowd beginning to funnel in. The girls running to the barricade, the way they take pictures of the stage to share what their view is. You smile, not sure how to describe the feeling in your chest. What’s the word for how it feels to have something everyone else wants?

Whatever it is, it only gets worse when they take the stage. The venue is so small that you’re sure they can see you- it’s taking all you have to not sit slack jawed watching them play. You can’t tear your eyes away from Sam’s hair shining in the light, his long fingers effortlessly moving along the frets and keys. The way he has such an air about him as he lounges on the bench, drinking a cocktail makes your head spin. It’s hard to look away.

But when you do, you see Jake. You’re enamored by the confidence he has onstage, as if he didn’t have enough day to day. He’s covered in sweat halfway through, his hair wavy and messy, reminiscent of what it would look like after an hour spent together in bed before he would kiss you goodbye and hop in the shower.

He catches you staring and grins. He makes a show of himself, stepping out to the furthest part of the stage, staring holes into you. He only does it for a minute, not drawing too much attention to you from the fans, but from behind where he’s sitting at the keys, Sam’s on high alert. Your eyes are wide, your cheeks red, your heart beating in your ears somehow louder than the music.

You’re relieved when you’re tapped on the shoulder as Jake takes out his harmonica during the encore. That probably would have stopped your heart if you had to watch it for any longer. The guard pulls you out during the last song so you’ll miss the crowd, which you appreciate. He leaves you in the lower concourses of the venue and you look down the hall at the doors presented to you. You could play it safe and hide in the green room, or sneak into a dressing room. The only question is whose.

-oOo-

“I didn’t think I’d find you here..” you hear, almost a purr from behind you. You sit up straight, whipping around to look at the dressing room door.

He strolls in, shutting and locking the door behind him. He’s shimmering with sweat, his hair sticking to his face, his pants unbuttoned. You’re silent, taking all of him in. He’s radiating confidence, glowing, yet stoic. He stands at the vanity of the dressing room, using a towel to wipe his forehead.

“C’mere.” It’s a short, mumbled command, and your body immediately obeys. You make your way towards him, slightly wary of what he’s going to say and do.

“Did you enjoy the show?” He’s not even looking at you, sipping his drink, looking around the room.

Your reply is weak and absolutely dripping with guilt. “I did.”

His hand reaches up to push your hair from behind your ear, his finger trailing down your chest as he lowers it again.

“Looked like it.” He lets out a huff of a laugh, unsmiling.

“I-... I was…” You’re cut off when a strong hand grips your chin and jaw. He’s looking directly in your eyes now, his stare intense and laced with mischief.

“You were what?” He smirks just the slightest bit. “Go ahead, lie. Tell me you weren’t watching him. My brother.”

You take a shaky breath, your heart racing. “Sam…” is all you can let out, pleading, though you’re not sure what you’re pleading for.

His eyes look you up and down- he takes in your tight patent leather skirt, the way the high waist hugs you just right, and the low cut, ripped fender t shirt across your chest.

“You miss him?” His hand goes to your waist, grazing along your figure. “Wanna go down the hall and then come back to me when you’re done? You like him better?” You try and shake your head in his grasp. He chuckles at the way you’re reacting to his touch. “You want him?”

You’re absolutely stunned at the side of him you’re seeing right now. The drinks he’s had onstage have mixed with the high of performing and the jealousy over Jake to create the most dangerous cocktail. You feel heat pooling between your thighs. You’re so red and flustered you’re sure he can tell what he’s doing to you.

“No.” It’s a whisper. You’re treading carefully.

He leans close to you, his lips on the shell of your ear. “Who do you want?”

“You,” you say, almost a whine, frustrated that he even has to ask. At your word, he spins you around, his hand pushing your head down to bend you over the vanity. You look at his reflection, his dark eyes taking in the sight of you from this angle. He slides your tight skirt up slowly, his eyes never leaving your body. You can’t look away from his face, his eyes, the way he drinks in every inch of you.

When your skirt’s out of the way, he stares for a second longer, a palm resting on the roundest part of your ass.

“You sure?” He’s being a smartass now, his smile sly. You nod eagerly in response.

He doesn’t like that answer, because he smacks your ass, taking you completely off guard. “Words.”

“Yes, yes, I’m sure. I’m sure. You, Sammy. It’s you.” Your words spill from your lips like an urgent prayer, full of need and desperation.

It’s all he needs to hear. He quickly pulls down his pants, then all but rips your panties down and they land on the floor.

He’s up against you in just a second, one hand in your hair, the other around himself, running himself past your entrance with a cold-hearted chuckle. “You get all wet watching my brother onstage?”

“No, nononono.” You’re watching his face in the reflection as he’s looking down at himself about to enter you.

“Then what was it?” He continues teasing you, holding back what you want and at this point, need.

“It’s all for you. Just you.”

“You like when I’m a little mean? Ruins your panties when I treat you like a little slut?” He tugs on your hair, wanting an answer. You nod against his hold on you, backing yourself up against him, trying not to cry out. He hums, as if he’s pleased with what he’s done to you.

It’s the greatest relief when he starts to press inside you, sliding in with a smooth, slow thrust of his hips. You can’t look away from his face in the mirror; his brows are knitted, his hair falling in his face, his eyes are closed as he takes in the feeling of you around him. You’re left breathless at the way his pinkened lips part, a delicious moan falling from them once he’s settled deep inside you.

He stays still for a moment before his eyes open and he gradually pulls out of you, the slow drag of him pulling a whimper from your lips. He snaps his hips, knocking all the air out of you, pulling you up by your hair.

“You better stay quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear, do we?” If you couldn’t see it in the mirror, you could have heard his smirk. He picks up a moderate pace, just the way he knows you like, and you bite your lip trying to keep any noises from escaping. It’s like you’ve been waiting forever to feel him, pining for the feeling of him stretching and filling you, but it’s only been a few hours. You don’t think you’ll ever stop craving him.

He’s moving consistently, his hold on your hair pulling you back to meet him. The pressure of the angle sends him dragging over the sweetest spot inside you, already nudging you towards the edge. You know it’s not going to be that easy tonight. You can see the madness in his eyes. The only sounds you hear are the voices of the crew working outside the door, boxes and crates being pushed and wheeled around, and the obscene sound of his hips meeting yours, wet, lewd sounds giving away how much you’re enjoying yourself.

“You’re getting so tight, pretty girl,” he murmurs quietly, the words leaving his lips with a smug smile. “You think you deserve it?”

Your eyes are pleading and desperate, begging him through the mirror. “Please…”

He pulls out of you in a flash, spinning around and lifting you onto the vanity. You lean your weight back on your hands, looking down to watch as he rushes to sheathe himself back inside.

“Want you to look at me when you cum,” he mumbles, his hands squeezing your upper thighs so tightly you’re sure they’re bruising. You’re looking down at him thrusting inside you when he smacks the outside of your thigh, hard. Your eyes shoot up to his face, pupils blown out. “I said, look at me.”

You don’t dare look away now, his flushed face determined as he stares down at you, so close to cumming. Your eyes don’t leave him until you hear it- four loud pounds on the door.

“We’re going to the busses, let’s GO!”

It’s Jake’s voice. Your eyes are panicked and wide, but Sam ignores him and doesn’t stop. He leans down close to you, the angle sending him deeper inside you. You’re absolutely unable to keep quiet, whimpers escaping your throat with every thrust.

“You better.. Stay fucking quiet…” he pants, his necklace dangling in your face as he drives you closer to your peak. “I’m not done with you.”

The pounding on the door comes again. “LET’S GO, ASSHOLE.” He doesn’t let up. You’re about to cum and know you can’t stay quiet.

“I’m-... I’m-” You try to tell him quietly, hoping he’ll save you and slow down, keeping you crying out and ruining it all.

“I’m a little fucking busy,” Sam yells back at the door as he pounds into you, picking up his pace. You gasp for air and you’re falling over the edge.

A sound starts to escape you, but before it gets out, Sam’s middle and ring fingers are shoved in your mouth, partially down your throat, his face close to yours. Your eyes are panicked as you’re no longer able to breathe.

“Quiet.” He seethes through his teeth as the banging on the door starts again. You’re clenching around him, unable to breathe, eyes squeezed shut. Your hands are gripping his forearm for leverage, nails sinking down into his soft skin and marking him red. It’s a gift to watch his face, his eyes squeezing shut as he finishes with you, his hand eventually leaving your mouth and coming down to your shoulder, pulling you closer against him. He breathes heavily against your cheek, spilling inside you with quiet, strained moans for only you to hear.

He catches his breath, holding you close, staying inside you just a bit longer. He grabs a towel to clean you up, being extra cautious.

“Careful. I didn’t take my fucking… stage pants off… wardrobe will kill me..” He backs up, laughing and murmuring as he steps out of them with some difficulty and lays them over the chair beside him.

You take a second to adjust, realizing… it’s Sam. He’s himself again, and you smile sweetly up at him. You’re sure your mascara is running and your hair a wreck, and when you turn to check your appearance and pull your skirt down, you see you’re correct. It takes some effort and Sam’s hairbrush to get you back to almost normal, and by the time you’re done, he’s in his plaid comfy pants and a white t shirt.

“You okay?” he asks, cupping your cheek and placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“More than okay.” You reach on your tiptoes to kiss him again, punctuating the statement.

“I’m gonna go kick Jake’s ass. Maybe… sneak into the green room while you have a second, yeah?” He places a kiss on your cheek before flying out the door. You give him a few seconds before popping your head out, looking both ways, and heading down the hall.

Part 8

[lovely--lover]

Hellfire Holidays

Merry late Christmas if you celebrate the holiday! I always seem to post the holiday themed writing late lol I am settled in my personal life so I will be writing more now. I have missed it a lot 🥺

Eddie Munson

🔥Christmas inflation has hit the drug sales! Eddie gives no discounts or deals during the holiday season. He needs the money to buy Wayne Christmas gifts.

🔥Eddie gets all the Hellfire club members new D&D dice (even Erica) he sees a glittery set of pink dice and thinks of her 🥺

🔥Eddie never knows what to buy Wayne for Christmas. He never wants anything except Eddie to be safe. So Eddie gets him a new hat and mug every year (it’s become some what of a tradition) Wayne must like them since they’re displayed all around the trailer!

🔥Eddie also gets him new work boots and clothes. The nice kind that cost a lot and last a long time. Wayne always protest that he can’t accept the gifts.

“I know these are expensive boy. I don’t want you spending your money on me mine are just fine….take em back and get your money back”

“That’s too much work plus I lost the receipt so just keep em old man”

🔥He buys gifts for Max and leaves them on her front porch with a scribbled tag that says For Red. The gift contains various cassettes and a fluffy blanket (the trailers get cold in the winter) and When Max pulls out a Metallica cassette she can’t help but smile “That freak”

🔥Eddie hated Christmas as a kid his only family was Wayne and they were poor and kid Eddie didn't understand. So Wayne would take him to see Christmas lights and meet Santa, and attempt to decorate the trailer.  

🔥Every holiday since Wayne wraps the trailer in glowing Christmas lights making it stand out in the dark trailer park.

🔥Wayne also made a tradition that on Christmas Eve Eddie could stay up as late as possible and watch the Christmas movies on TV while eating cookies and waiting for Santa. Little Eddie would always crash on the couch resting on Wayne's shoulder. Wayne would carry him to bed and tuck him under the blankets before placing the presents under their small tree.

🔥They still do this tradition but Eddie stays awake much longer and no longer believes in Santa so when midnight hits Eddie will run to his room and get the gifts for Wayne to open “It’s technically Christmas!”

Gareth Emerson

🔥Gets dark red dice with silver numbers from Eddie for Christmas Gareth feels bad so he runs to the vending machine and gets him a candy bar and a soda.

🔥Every year his mom makes him and his sister wear matching outfits and take pictures together at the mall. They are awkward and Gareth doesn't smile until his mom yells at him to.

🔥His mom bribes him with $20 to not tell his sister that Santa’s not real and if he does she will beat him (said jokingly…..maybe) Gareth wasn't gonna tell his sister that anyway but still takes the money and uses it to but his sister a Christmas gift

🔥Gareth gets his a mini red flannel, markers and coloring books, and a bracelet making kit (yes she makes him a bracelet and yes he wears it everyday 🙄)

🔥Gareth gets a bunch of photos of him and his sister and puts them in a scrapbook. Writing down his commentary on the pages. He’s really nervous when she opens it (he spent all his money on his sister’s gifts) 

🔥His mom cries when she looks through the pages and grabs Gareth in a hug squeezing him tight “Oh Gare-bear you’re so sweet such a good boy!” “Mom please!”

🔥He’s secretly a sucker for Christmas sweaters! They’re so soft and cozy but he only wears them at home while watching movies with his family or laying in his bed cuddled up with his stuffie that his sister got for him…..so he can’t get rid of it! (that’s what he says anyway)

🔥He stays up late and stars out the window when it snow he thinks the falling snow is mesmerizing. The next morning he makes snow angels and has a snowball fight with his sister (he really adores her even though he would never admit it 🥺)

🔥Jeff makes him a bear plushie!

Dustin Henderson

🔥He gets dark green dice with silver numbers from Eddie for Christmas. Dustin gives him his old copy of the Never Ending Story soundtrack. 

🔥The second it gets cold his mom is pulling out the scarves and gloves making him layer up until he’s sweating. 

“Mom it’s not that cold!”

“Dustybun! Yes it is, you’ll get sick. I still remember how miserable you were last year after getting the flu. My poor baby!”

He takes off all the layers when he gets on the bus (yes he does get sick🙄 )

🔥Has been getting gifts for months to make Suzie a Christmas box! It’s full of candy, fantasy books, a blanket, and one of his hats and a bunch of other nerd stuff lol

🔥Always makes his mom a Christmas gift (because she loves it) and it is the only type of gift she will accept.

Every Christmas Eve him and his mom eat cheese and crackers while drinking sparkling cider and watch game shows. His mom is so proud when he gets all the questions right!

🔥Jeff makes him a lion plushie

Mike Wheeler

🔥Mike gets yellow and purple dice with gold letters from Eddie

🔥Mike is an absolute Grinch!! He hates Christmas all the cheer annoys him. He always complains when his mom ask him to help decorate or go to festivities

🔥Only gets a gift for Eleven and spends hours at the mall trying to pick something. Makes Lucas and Dustin go with him (Max refused) he ends up getting her some scrunchies, markers, a teddy bear, and a Hawkins t-shirt to remind her of home.

🔥On Christmas morning he refuses to get up early so everyone has to wait to open gifts. He doesn’t really show any expression when opening gifts just gives a “thanks”

🔥He hates the snow and gets cold easily but still only wears a jacket because he thinks he’s too cool to wear a coat.

🔥Jeff makes him a mouse plushie

Erica Sinclair

🔥Gets pink glittery dice from Eddie and gifts from all the other Hellfire members. It’s all cute and nerdy stuff! She is the Hellfire Club baby but no one says it because the one time Gareth did she had to be held back by Dustin

🔥Erica likes Christmas because all of the gifts and money she get’s. She is a material girl! But she will not be getting gifts for anyone else she’s Erica she doesn't have to 😌💅

🔥I'm torn between the idea that she still believes in Santa or when she is taken to meet Santa she says something like 

“Who is this man! I know he’s not Santa! He’s not real” all the other kids in the line gasp in horror 

“Erica!”

  “What it’s just the facts”

🔥She is very honest about gifts if she doesn’t like it you will know

🔥Has an American Flag Christmas sweater where the stars are snowflakes instead (something like that) because Christmas is the peak of capitalism and she loves it!!

🔥Jeff makes her a bunny plushie!

Lucas Sinclair

🔥Eddie gives him gold dice with white numbers for Christmas. Lucas gives him a Hawkins Jersey “What the hell is this Sinclair?”

🔥Tries to convince Erica that Santa is real because he sees her as a kid “Only nerds think Santa is real”

🔥Gives Max the basketball he first scored a goal with, a new cassette player, and sneakers because he knows that hers get worn out quickly from skating and walking everywhere.

🔥Send will a letter updating him on everything and painting supplies for Christmas asking for him to send back a painting.

🔥He and Dustin have snow ball fights and Erica watches them from the window before knocking on it. “What is she saying?” Erica rolls her eyes and holds up an L before closing the curtains.

🔥Loves Christmas movies and popcorn! Invites Max to come watch one every Friday even though she always declines.

🔥Jeff makes him a tiger plushie

Jeff

🔥Gets light blue dice with silver numbers from Eddie for Christmas. He gives Eddie a handmade bat plush, chocolate chip cookies, brownies, and lemon bars for Wayne.  

🔥Definitely knows how to sew and makes each of the members their own plushies. They are different animals.

🔥He loves Christmas and the winter. It’s cold which gives him an excuse to stay inside and bake all day. Gifting the sweets for people around him!

🔥He proudly wears Christmas sweaters and is the person to wear a Santa hat all day on Christmas. Insisting people fill a plate and make another one to go.

Adam (Freak 1)

🔥Gets black dice with silver numbers from Eddie. He gives Eddie the new Metallica CD (he wants to impress Eddie so bad lol)

🔥He loves the Holidays because he gets to spend time with family and loved ones. He is a very sentimental guy and loves being close to those around him.

🔥I get the vibes he is half Jewish. He tells the members about Hannukah and how they celebrate it. They are all very respectful!!

🔥Jeff makes him a shark plushie!

Masterlist

Thank you so much I hope you enjoyed it! 

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

🥺 i know you said the traveler would give death reader a birthday in her story quest but what if childe and his family gave her a birthday instead? like he manages to convince her to come with him to snezhnaya and meet his family and teucer asks when's her birthday and she says she doesn't know so childe suggests they come up with a birthday for her then

that's actually so cute???

it's with a lot of reluctance on your part since you ultimately hope ajax will let go of his fascination with you, but you cede and agree to return with him to snezhnaya to meet his family who has undoubtedly been told that you're his lover in his letters. he probably even introduced you to his underlings as his lover when they inquired as to who you were and why you were returning to the motherland with them

and his family is quite kind, very kind souls that you think are extremely warm in contrast to their cold homeland. you wounder if those smiles would still remain on their faces if they knew your true identity, not simply an ordinary woman who has enraptured their son

ajax's father has a booming hardy laugh, regaling tale after tale about his troublesome third son whom he asks you to care for. someone has to look after him and he is pleased to hear that even if ajax has his fair share of battle scars, you are always there to tend to them

his mother dotes on you frequently, fretting about the bags under your eyes and how you're cold to the touch despite how many layers she has dressed you in. she complains to her son as much, stating that he should look after you better. "don't be shy, dear, here take this coat as well. we have to warm you up. what was my son thinking not noticing your state?"

all the while, you sit by the fire with anthon, tonia and teucer who ask you plenty of questions between the many games they drag you into. where are you from? ("i'm simply a wanderer in my own right") where are you going next? ("wherever the currents take me") when are you going to marry their big brother? ("hopefully soon," ajax cheerfully interjects) when finally they ask the question of the hour, "when's your birthday?"

truthfully, you have no idea. you don't even know how old you are, you never really kept track of the years as they all bled together day after day, year after year, death after death. as death incarnate, you've existed since the very beginning of teyvat and a birthday isn't necessary for your role in nature

of course, to the family hosting you while their son is visiting home for a few weeks, you simply smile sadly and say "i don't know myself" which only brings more questionsー didn't your family tell you? ("i have no family, so ") how do you know how old you turn each year? ("i suppose i've never really counted")

the mood of the household shifts into one of puzzled sadness and before you can attempt to smooth things over, ajax throws an arm over your shoulders. "we'll just have to give her a birthday then, won't we?" and the atmosphere changes into one buzzing with excitement as suggestions fly throughout the room ranging from dates coinciding with holidays, a generous offer from anthon to share his birthday with you to ultimately choosing a day that falls within the timeline of your visit that way they can celebrate your first birthday with you and and by all meaning of the word, your celebration is a feast full of traditional snezhnayan foods

there's borsch, pelmeni, pirozhki, shashlik among many other things his family went all out on making. and your birthday cake? the largest sharlotka ajax's mother has ever baked. all complete with some last minute birthday gift purchases, all with a heartfelt note that reads that you now have a family to claim as your own

to say you're moved is quite an understatement. your tears can range from misty eyes to a few drops to buckets but in either scenario, you accept a hug from his equally teary-eyed mother and the rest of his extremely warm family

when ajax moves to kiss you when you have a private moment to yourselves later in the evening, it's the first time you don't stop him. perhaps that kiss was a mistake, ajax certainly won't stop chasing after you now. you can tell in the way he kisses you again and again like a man starved, unsure as to when a moment like this will drop at his feet. if anything, all you have done is cement your relationship in his eyes. a bond transcendent to the laws of this world and one that will continue after death comes for him once and for all

but at the very least, you can say it was nice playing human for a few weeks (even if behind the scenes, you performed your never ending duties. death never sleeps after all)

[tranakin-skywalker]

🥺 would you perhaps be okay with sharing the three…

Of course

Festival by sinking815

Naboo's Festival is a time to celebrate family, friends, the turn of the year and new beginnings. Padme wouldn't miss the chance to be home for anything in the galaxy… except for maybe her new secret husband. Or how the newlywed Skywalkers spend a rare holiday opportunity and realize some secrets aren't that easy to keep…

This one is mostly just fluff so far, but I've been enjoying it a lot. Found it last night while looking for fics that scratched the itch.

Uncle Ani by my beloved @keistance

Pooja and Ryoo Naberrie know that Anakin Skywalker is their uncle way before he comes out and says it. They love him, even when they cannot tell anyone of his true relation to their family. The Clone War is a brutal time, and it doesn't leave the children unscathed.

The ending is a fucking gutpunch. This fic inspired an au where Pooja sees Leia playing with Artoo and Threepio while attending a senatorial event on Alderaan and connects some dots. I am slowly working on it. Very slowly.

now i want my letters white again by @ozvezdja (also how did I only just now make the connection that you wrote one of my favorite fics???!!!)

This was no time for sadness. The war had ended; the darkness had lost. A new life was being born, right here and now, in the ashes of the old one. alternatively: after their relationship is made public, Anakin and Padmé try to re-discover their happy ending on Naboo

I've already recced this one before but it is seriously so good. RotS au where Anakin kills Palpatine and no one is doing okay. Just such a fun look at Skywalker-Naberrie insanity from an outside pov.

And as an added bonus, have an angst chaser

Midnight Thunderstorms by Artikka

"If you want to help me," Padmé says, leaning her head back against the cushions of the couch and closing her eyes, "then stop interrogating me about my dead husband." Sola freezes. "Your what?" * Or, the night the Empire rises, Sola's sister finally comes back to her.