#happy holidays peeps who celebrate!!!!

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Happy Easter from Nikolai & his DOA chicks🐣🐰🪺

[nczennie]

feels like christmas.

Pairing: Reader x Jaehyun AU: Husband!Jaehyun, Dad!Jaehyun, Domestic, Christmas Genre: Fluff Summary: A short peek into the holiday season with Jaehyun and his family. Also an epilogue for these summer lovers.

"There we go, let's place that one right here." You whisper out, helping the little girl place the cookie dough onto the baking sheet.

She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration before breaking out in a bright smile upon seeing her gingerbread safely among the other Christmas shapes. You wipe some flour from her dark hair that's pulled back, "Can I eat the rest of the dough?" She looks at you expectantly.

"Fa la la la la," You both turn to the entrance of the kitchen seeing your husband enter the room singing along to the Christmas music playing on the radio. Bouncing a small baby in his arms he comes closer to look at the baking.

"Daddy," your daughter says, "These are our cookies for Santa." She points excitedly and he gasps to appease her, "How amazing are these." He hovers behind you both looking at the arrangement of trees, reindeer, and gingerbread. You reach to grab your son from his arms, smiling as he yawns, still warm from his bath and cuddled in his Christmas pajamas. Kissing his forehead and tucking him into your arms as your husband helps your daughter off the counter.

Watching as he places the sheet in the oven, you speak up, "Jaehyun, someone wants to eat the rest of the cookie dough." You nod your head to the little girl who gives him a smile she has learned he cannot refuse.

He laughs, reaching for the counter and pulling a piece of dough before handing it to her, "Here lovie, eat this and then let's get you in the bath so we can get ready for bed before Santa comes."

Only an hour later and you were cuddled into the couch, your son sleeping peacefully on your chest as he suckles on his pacifier. Jaehyun and your daughter sat in front of the fireplace, her cuddled into his lap as he reads from a Christmas book.

In quiet moments like these you think how far your life has come. It seems only yesterday you were a young college student falling in love with Jaehyun over summers.

But it's been many years now, and your summer boy is yours year-round; that summer feeling here to stay for good.

Though at the time you craved that feeling of summer that the boy brought, some things have changed. Since those days Jaehyun and you have married and settled down. A cozy house, a determined 4-year daughter, and curious 4 month old son. Your small family seemed to fit together perfectly.

Since your daughter had been born, you started to crave a different feeling. The peacefulness of winter. The calmness of the holidays with your families. Cozy fires, falling snow, Christmas carols, wrapping presents, making traditions. Seeing how magical your kids find the season.

It seems as though time slows for you around Christmas and your heart swells during this time every year.

"Mommy," You break your trance to see your daughter as approached you on the couch, "It's time to sleep before Santa comes," She states with a yawn and you give her a smile, running your hand over her hair. "Go on, I'll be right there."

She scurries down the hall, her pajama dress flowing around her. "You okay?" Jaehyun asks as he folds the blanket and places it back on the couch. You nod, careful of your son, "Yes, was just thinking." He stands over you, running a hand over your son's hair before doing the same to you, "About what?"

"About how happy I am." You whisper out, "I love you. I love our family. I love doing the holidays with you." He smiles at your confession, leaning to kiss your lips softly, "I love you. I love this." He whispers back before standing straight again.

Your kids would go to bed now and you would get to spend the night in your own secret traditions with Jaehyun. Traditions being parents brought to you. Traditions you wouldn't change for the world.

Then you would awake in the morning to see how excited your daughter was Christmas morning. Basking in the magic through her. You would go to spend the rest of the day with your parents, your brother Johnny, and his own family, and Jaehyun's parents.

You couldn't think of anything more perfect, and your heart felt as warm as the fire.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Jaehyun asks, eyes lovingly taking you in. You nod in return, "Yeah, it feels like Christmas."

Copyright © 2023 by nczennie. All rights reserved.

[petitexmagician]

Ay peeps who celebrate, hope you guys have a happy holiday of whatever tradition you have during this month

[rinzay]

I MEANT MERRY CHRISTMAS WHOOPS-

Happs borthday

[readychilledwine]

Happy Birthday, Baby

Summary - You being a busy little bee won't stop your husband from celebrating your birthday

Warnings - None

A/N - Backtracking through my masterlists I had planned and this little drabble ended up happening. I promise, my dear friends, I will post everything I've promised. I have a 5 day weekend coming so I can get all my edits done ❤️

🎂2024 Birthday Masterlist🎂

✨️Azriel Masterlist✨️Master Masterlist✨️

Peep @firefly-graphics for some ultra cute Dividers! So many options and fandoms.

Azriel stood in darkness, a single candle on a single cupcake. He was waiting in anticipation as the clock ticked slowly. You would be home soon after accomplishing a life goal.

Opening day had taken over your life, but you were officially the proud owner of the only bookstore in Velaris that had a coffee shop and bakery inside of it. You had a variety of seating and plenty of space, allowing a quiet place for others to read, work, and enjoy your favorite things, books and coffee.

Azriel was happy for you. Watching his mate, his wife, live her dreams was a reward he never felt he deserved. The only thing that hurt him was how little you had cared for yourself at this point.

Your nights were occupied with contacting authors, setting contracts with vendors, negotiating with Rhysand as he helped you pay for your dreams to come true. Your older brother had been beyond supportive, but was constantly checking your decisions to ensure they promised profit.

Not that money mattered.

This was about joy. Nothing else.

You had been so into this project that you had forgotten today was your birthday. To you, your birthday was nothing more than just another sunrise and sunset. To Azriel, it should have been a holiday within the Night Court. All of the courts, actually.

His most perfect little fae, the one he was made and destined for, the one who made him want to be better for himself and her deserved to be worshiped, and the fact that you had forgotten your birthday was killing him.

He perked up when the door opened. You walked in and froze when you saw him. Azriel stared at you as he lit the candle, his smile beginning to grow as you walked over.

He passed it to you before leaning on the counter, his eyes almost shining like hearts. Azriel watched as you blew out the candle, hoping your wish was for more time with him before moving to grab two little plates to split the cupcake with him.

His hands were on you instantly, arms wrapping around your waist pulling your back against his firm chest. “Love you so much,” he whispered into your hair. “You were supposed to come home hours ago.”

“I love you, too,” you giggled as he pouted, face buried in your neck, “I was so busy after you left. I'm sorry.”

“How busy,” he murmured. “Who stopped you from being with me?”

“I completely sold out of blind date books," there was an air of pride in your tone that hadn't been heard in years.

Azriel paused, “Really? You wrapped over 100?”

She nodded, cutting the cupcake for them, “Like I said, very busy.”

The two of you sat at the table, the dying fireplace the only glow lighting up the room. It wasn't how he wanted to spend the day, but the satisfied, tired smile on your face said it all. For you, today was perfect and that was all that mattered.

Azriel laced your fingers together, breaking the silence with his soft, deep voice, “Happy birthday, baby.”

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tapping in on the @alliwantforchristmasislou project with a donation to Trans Families (aka the Gender Odyssey Alliance)

I watched the first season of 911 with my folks as a general audience member back when I was in highschool. I liked it a lot but school and life got in the way and I totally lost track of it. Cut to this past April. I’ve joined tumblr/the world of fanfic, I’ve very recently figured out that I’m genderfluid (peep the Bio for those he/him pronouns y’all 😉), I’ve just received the news that I have finally passed my masters thesis, and I’m deep deep deep in the throes of burnout. So imagine my surprise when that fuckboy kid that banged Connie Britton is bisexual? Color me intrigued.

I truly had nothing else to do so I binged the whole show in a matter of weeks. Getting to the kiss and bucks “oh” moment really resonated with me. It was a sweet and gentle reminder that we’re never done learning things about ourselves, and that is something to be celebrated not embarrassed by.

I also fell HARD for one Tommy Kinard. I have always loved the lonely ones, the flawed ones who are trying to make themselves into better people even when they have to scrape and claw, the ones who are good at convincing everyone they’re ok when they’re not. I loved getting to watch tommy be loved, because god knows he hasn’t had nearly enough of that. I love when flawed people find a gentleness and safety with each other, and that’s what bucktommy is to me.

but what I couldn’t have anticipated was the life changing community I’ve received through this fandom. I’d written exactly one tiny fic before 911, and now I’m at almost 150k in the span of 6 months. After over a year of nothing but criticism and negativity and failure, I found a space that lifts me up, and I’m forever grateful for the joy this fandom and the friends I’ve made in it have brought me.

I decided to donate to trans families because they understand that finding yourself is a never ending journey best shared with the people you love. A message I think Buck and Tommy would be all over ❤️.

Thank you to all my friends I’ve made here. You guys have brought me back more than you’ll ever know

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@dadbodbuck @littlepaws9 and I’m sure many people my brain is not letting me remember the handles of right now. Happy holidays to you all!

[doveatheart]

Decorating Hazbin Hotel Headcanons

*Christmas edition.*

Part one (Decorating),

A/n: HAPPY HOLIDAYS, PEEPS. I’m so exciteddddd. Eeeee! Niffty is the only one who is platonic cuz my girl would just be bffs with u, Nothin more. Enjoy ig.

*If you wanna request a Christmas story just send me a request. :3*

Alastor:

Alastor is gonna be the person who waits for no man to put up decorations.

Alastor would be the person to have everything sorted in boxes in their own spot until the time to use them comes.

He would have all the more elegant side of Christmas. More refined; less jokey.

Like for him, NO funny signs.

he would have mistletoe but avoid it at ALL COSTS

He would be the one to take the garland from you cuz he’s tall af and your itty bitty compared to him.

In the end he would probably make jambalaya and look over the work you did, as you sit next to him semi-cuddling.

Angel Dust:

Angel would get back at three in the morning after a shift with Valentino and you would be standing in his room at the hotel, holding some garland and begging him to decorate.

In the end, he would give in and grab a box from you.

His Christmas decorations are either a HUGE mess, or haven’t even been opened because he never thought of decorating.

I imagine Angel as the, “Let’s put up funny Christmas signs and enjoy the funny side of Christmas!”

The OPPOSITE of Alastor.

He would help you put up Christmas lights cuz he’s also tall.

In the end you would cuddle next to the hotel fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate

Husk-

Oh man, Husk would be the guy to totally forget Christmas all together because he’s to busy with his alcohol.

But he would do anything for his lover. Even if it meant putting down his beloved booze.

He grumbles at first but enjoys the time with you immensely.

Since he’s not as tall as a FRICKING SKYSCRAPER, he would have to get a ladder for a few of the decorations.

Husk doesn’t really have a style, he just goes with whatever you want. Happy lover, happy life.

He would tell you about the times in his earthly life when they celebrated Christmas, and you would tell yours.

Afterwards, You guys would chat at the bar. And he would say how happy he was to spend that time with you.

Niffty-

oh Niffty is all over the holidays.

instead of you asking her, Sh would ask you after cleaning the hotel top to bottom. Twice.

You accept and she scurries off to get the thousands of Holliday decorations she owns.

Niffty is serious about Christmas decorations yall.

She would run around, taking this decoration and that and hanging it up faster then you can say “all I want for Christmas is my two front teeth.” You even wonder why she asked you.

You helped. Barely

She doesn’t really have a theme. Maybe more old times decorations while listening to old covers of Christmas songs?

after decorating, Niffty would bring out some Christmas cookies and she would put on a cockroach puppet show for you. ✨Christmas edition✨

Vaggie-

Oh Vaggie. She would be paranoid with all of the free gifts and good attitudes, but when you begged her to put down her spear for a second so you could get some help decorating; she gave in.

She would be the one to take every precaution to put everything up right. She’s a by-the-book kinda girl.

She would insist on all the harder work while letting you hang garland and such.

Vaggie doesn’t really have a style. She was a Angel. They did celebrate Christmas but she was too busy getting ready for next extermination.

She lets you take the reins on where everything should go. She’s not gonna interfere

Afterwards, Vaggie looks at the decorations and for once doesn’t worry about all the dangers.

Charlie-

She would be over the moon the second you mention Christmas.

one day, you walk in to see LOADS of boxes.

Charlie explains They’re Christmas decorations and asks for your help.

You say yes and she freaks. Squealing and everything. She runs around and puts decorations up.

She is definitely the colorful and poppy side of Christmas.

She would have the hotel covered in glitter if she could, but alas, you have to pace yourself.

She would put on a classic Christmas movie after and you two would watch, enjoying the decorations you put up.

UHM- LIKE FOR PART TWO.

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OKIE BYEEE ✌️

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Fireworks Beneath Our Feet (My Hero Academia)

Happy New Year!!!! 2025- holy canoli! :D Since I didn't write a Christmas fic last year, I decided to make something for the New Year! I hope you like it :3

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Summary: It's New Years Eve. Bakugou and Todoroki decide to celebrate together.

Bakugou didn’t care much for winter holidays. 

There were some good things that came out of them. Having classes off was always nice, and he’d be a liar if he thought Eri in her little Santa outfit wasn’t the cutest thing in the world. 

He also liked eating; the food was always good- especially Shoto’s sister’s cooking. He had a whole new list of recipes to bribe out of her next time he visited the Todoroki household. Besides that though- he didn’t care much for it all.

What he did look forward to however was New Years. Especially fireworks.

How he loved fireworks.

“Come on, Icy-hot! It’s not even that cold up here!” Bakugou called behind him, pushing the roof door open with a shiver. Okay-maybe it was cold up there, but whatever. “We’re gonna miss them if you don’t hurry up!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming! Why are you in such a rush- they always go off exactly at midnight.” Todoroki reminded him as he came into view, arms full of things. “We’ve got at least half an hour.”

“Half an hour my ass- you know time moves differently in the dorms!” There were so many people to navigate past, not to mention the stairs they had to climb. If they left too late, they’d miss the show. “Here- I’ll take some of that.”

“Did you forget your arms are already full? Go ahead- I’m fine.” Todoroki caught the door with his hip, shivering as the wind cut through his jacket. “Not that cold my butt.”

Soon they were set up- a warm blanket spread beneath them with another thrown on top of their laps. A thermos hot chocolate sat nearby, two mugs filled to the brim with marshmallows and cream steaming in their gloveless hands. Todoroki made it a point to sit on Bakugou’s right, his left side acting as an impromptu furnace to keep them toasty. They were ready to go- now was the hard part. Waiting.

“Are you warm enough?” Todoroki asked after a few minutes, seeing Bakugou shiver. He leaned in closer, pressing their shoulders together. “Let me know if you need more heat.”

“I’m fine- ugh, why do they drag it out? It’s the best part of the freaking year!” He tapped his fingers impatiently against his mug, watching the sky for any sign of light. It was only then he felt the shoulder against him shaking. “What?” Bakugou asked, narrowing his eyes at the growing smile on his boyfriend’s lips. “What is it?”

“Nothing- truly. I just think it’s cute how excited you get over things like this.” Todoroki grinned, watching Bakugou blush. “It’s sweet- you’re like a little kid.”

“Bah, what do you know?” Bakugou huffed and turned away, a clear pout forming on his lips. Todoroki chuckled around his mug, taking a sip before putting his and Bakugou’s aside. He wrapped an arm around him again when he started to shiver. “I’m not some brat..”

“I know you’re not. You’re an amazing hero who actual kids look up to and admire. When we reach Pro and you make your official debut, you’re gonna have tons of fans.” He kissed Bakugou’s chilled cheek, feeling it twitched with a restrained smile. “Of course, I’ll be your number one.”

“You’re gonna pull a Deku and collect all my merch?” He asked, laughing some when Todoroki nuzzled his neck and ears with his chilled nose.

“Sure. I’ll have a whole museum dedicated to you and your merch.” He gently poked him, feeling Bakugou twitch. “Wall to wall, floor to ceiling of your face for all to see. Historians will find it after we’re gone and wonder to themselves: “Just who is this handsome man?”, and I’ll rise from the dead and go “He’s mine- back off!””

“Ghe-ehahahahahhaa, thahaht’s so creheheheheepy!” Bakugou laughed, falling into Todoroki’s chest as he swatted at the hands tickling him. “I’ihihihll bloohohow it ahahah up behehefore I dihihie. I whahahant yoohohou to stahhahay dead wihihihth mehehehe!”

“Erasing yourself from the narrative, huh? I’ll have to invest in explosive-proof walls.” He snickered alongside the blonde’s giggle fits, his touch incredibly light as not to draw anyone’s attention to them. Call it what you want, but he liked having Bakugou all to himself in these moments. “Maybe I’ll have it built in the clouds, or on the ocean floor. You’ll be really popular among the mermaids.”

“Thohohohose fihihihsh cahahan suhuhuck it!” Bakugou cackled, feeling ticklish from both Todoroki’s touch and the insane thought. Late hours sure knew how to bring the silly out of them. “Oohohohonly yohohohou geheheht me, yohohou here? Ihiihhih’m yoohohhours!”

Todoroki sucked in a breath, pausing his tickles. “Say it again.”

“Whahaht?” Bakugou blinked, confused. “Ihi’m yours?” Then he went bright red, covering his face with his hands. “Gahha! N-No, don’t fucking lohohok at me like thahaht!”

Todoroki was just as red, his heart racing a mile a minute. Such simple words, but they meant the world to him. “Like what?” He leaned down, gently pawing at Bakugou’s hands until he could meet his eye. “Tell me, Kats. How am I looking at you?”

“Shoto..” Bakugou knew where this was going. A part of him wanted to hide away knowing how his emotions would so easily show on his face. Another part of him wanted Todoroki to just say it already.

“Look at you..like I love you? Cause I do. You’re my whole world. The night sky and the stars above.” He leaned down and kissed Bakugou’s brow, smiling against it. “I’m so forever grateful to have you in my life.”

“Ugh, you’re so fucking sappy!” Bakugou growled, earning a laugh. He looked up at the moon for a moment, finding the courage to say what he wanted- no, needed to say. “I love you too. If I’m your night sky, you’re the sun that comes over the horizon. You make my path in life bright when I need it most. You make me so damn happy, even when you’re being annoying about it.” Todoroki let out a wet laugh at that, kissing his brow again. “Now stop kissing my face and kiss my lips already, you half-and-half bastard.”

“So swoonworthy.” Todoroki did as requested, kissing him fully. His lips tasted of cocoa and marshmallows. He smelled like winter air and firewood at the same time. Bakugou nearly lost himself entirely to such a simple but soothing gesture.

The familiar whistle cut through the air when they pulled apart. Bakugou practically sprinted out of Todoroki’s lap and to the roof fence as the sky exploded. “Look! Shoto, look, it’s happening!”

The sky was a rainbow of shimmers, fireworks popping above them in a breathtaking lightshow. Bakugou leaned against the roof’s edge, standing on his toes and breathing in the smoke-tinged air. If he stretched his hand out, he swore he could touch them- grab them in his hands like falling stars.

A warm hand brushed against his, and he made short work collecting it- intertwining their fingers. Forget falling stars- he was holding the brightest one of all now.  “It really is beautiful.” Todoroki breathed beside him, just as awestruck. Bakugou let out a laugh as he leaned into his boyfriend, watching the twinkling flames dance.

“We’ve probably missed the countdown, but Happy New Year, Shoto.” He felt Todoroki lean back into him, resting his cheek against his spiked out hair. “Thanks for making this year a good one.”

“You too. Thank you for loving me.” He heard him whisper back, bringing their conjoined hands up to kiss Bakugou’s knuckles. “Happy New Year, love.”

Thanks for reading!

[heartstringsduet]

It's the best time of the year again for me: Holiday season. And once again I want to send out handmade holiday cards and make fandom peeps happy💕 💌 If you want me to send you a holiday card: 💌 1. Ideally we're mutuals and/or have spoked before but I'm also open to sending anyone who asks a card to spread some Tarlos joy. :) Don't be shy <3

2. You will have to be comfortable giving me an address I can send it to.

3. If you don't celebrate Christmas do let me know so I can send some well wishes for the holiday you celebrate. -> Please message me until November 27th so I can plan my card production and stamps etc.

PS: You're not obligated to send me anything back though I'd be happy about it.

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Happy Christmas, John Price

Christmas Story Single Dad John Price x Reader Christmas fluff

Merry Christmas if you all celebrate! 💙

The snow that the news originally predicted would be just a dusting for Christmas kept building. Three days ago, they upped it from a dusting to a few centimeters, but just the afternoon before, the weather stations had to eat crow and admit the storm was much bigger than they expected. It had stalled, and a few other ingredients had come together to potentially produce a half metre of snow in some places.

This amount of snow was unheard of in recent memory, and as the news started spreading, panic set in. People who needed to travel were trying to push up plans to get out earlier. Others were running to the store to prep for having family in the house for longer than expected. Traffic turned into a nightmare by lunchtime, and when dusk settled in, and the cold wind started, delays and cancellations began rolling in.

Trudging through the brisk swells of wind and the start of the storm you head toward your flat, flipping up your collar as you walk. Your travel plans are a bust, and while you would have loved to pick up some more wine to help wait out the storm, you aren't going to battle the shops. It’s not worth fighting with people to get the last box of crackers or standing for an hour in line. Cereal and mac and cheese would have to suffice for your Christmas meal.

By eight in the evening, the wind is howling, and snow is swirling around the street lamps. Pouring another glass of wine in the kitchen, you hear a knock at the door. You hesitate and stare at it when the knock sounds again. Who would be at your place this late on Christmas Eve?

After a quick glance out the peep hole, you open the door to find your neighbor standing there. He has a box at his feet, a sheepish grin on his face, and snow dotting his coat.

“John?” You ask pulling the door open a bit more.

You knew him enough to have polite conversation, grab his packages for him when he’s out of town for work, and him offer to lug your heavy things inside after shopping. But that’s about the extent of it.

“Sorry, I know it’s late, but I saw your lights on. I think we’re the only people still in town,” he reasons as he picks up the box. “That sounds worse than it is.”

“It’s fine,” you answer peering at the box as you glance into the box. Clothes with the tags still on them, a few toys, some trinkets, a stocking, and rolls of wrapping paper. “I don’t think those shirts will fit me, though,” you tease, glancing at a pale green long sleeved number.

He glances down and grins a bit before looking back at you.

“I was supposed to be home alone until Boxing Day. But the storm trapped Emily’s mom in Germany, so we had to make last minute changes..and she’s too nosey for her own good. I had to hide these in my boot until she went to sleep,” he starts explaining as you step aside to let him inside. “She still believes in Father Christmas, and I didn’t want to risk her waking up while…”

“Come in, we’ll figure it out,” you offer. You know what he’s asking without him having to. “She asleep?”

“For now,” John answers as he sets the box on the ground by the coffee table. “Spent the past few hours doing up the tree. She wanted blue and white this year and eventually made me sit while she fixed my mistakes,” he laughs as he pulls out rolls of paper.

Setting your glass of wine down on the end table, you grab a pair of scissors from the kitchen. John has all the items laid out and boxes to put things in. For being such an intimidating looking man, he certainly looks out of place and unsure as he looks at everything to figure out where to start.

“You work on the stocking,” you offer, sitting on the couch next to him. "I’ll box.”

“Why are you still home?” John asks as he hands you the roll of tape as you seal up a pair of pajamas.

“I’ve been stranded at the airport before. I wasn’t risking it over the holidays,” you state as you grab a roll of paper and begin measuring it out to wrap. “Not so sure I hate the idea of a quiet Christmas at home though. My family can be…a lot,” you laugh.

You both work while chatting a bit, the Christmas movie you had been watching playing in the background. Despite being out of his element, John seems to be enjoying the work. His wrapping isn’t world class; the edges are bent, the ends jagged, and some things are too loose, while others are so tight they look like they may tear.

To keep the illusion of Father Christmas, you send him back to his flat to find things of his own to wrap. It doesn’t matter if it’s old items; Emily will be too excited to notice that detail, but she would certainly pick up on the fact that her dad had no gifts. When he returns with a few shirts that look relatively new and a coffee mug, you smirk before taking them.

“You’ve got nothing under your tree,” John remarks as he glances at the tree in the window. It’s a small thing, a few twinkling lights and ornaments covering up the bare spots.

“Oh, no. I sent my gifts for family to my parents, easier than trying to travel with them,” you explain pouring yourself another glass of wine and topping off the one you had poured for him.

“No I meant,” he pauses as you hold out your hand for the tape that keeps disappearing. “For you. No gifts to open in the morning?”

“Ah, no,” you reply with a small shrug. “Not a big deal. I’m sure my family will send them in the post.”

By the time you both finish your drinks and clean up, it's almost eleven. He doesn’t say anything else about your lack of gifts, but you see him looking at the tree around your flat and then at the pile of gifts at your feet a few times.

“Get some sleep, she’ll be up at the crack of dawn,” you joke as John heads back into his place to set the gifts out.

“You as well,” John states as he looks at you from across the hall for a moment before slipping into his dark living room.

Unintentionally you fall asleep on the couch. Having spent the rest of your evening watching the snow from the living room couch. So when another round of knocks, sounding more impatient and perhaps a bit quieter rap on your door, you jolt up. It’s barely seven, and you yawn and stretch, ambling to the door to pull it open.

“Forget some-“ you start before seeing it’s not John there, but Emily.

She’s wide eyed and grinning as she fumbles her hands in front of her. The little girl is practically bouncing with excitement. Glitter from the wrapping paper coats her hands and shirt, and you spot a pair of socks you had wrapped the night before on her feet.

“Morning!” She bursts out, “dad asked me to come over and invite you for breakfast! He said you were all by yourself for Christmas because of the snow…like us!” She turns to look back at the door where John has appeared, a bit of flour on his flannel shirt…another item you had helped wrap.

“It’ll be ready in about ten minutes,” John adds as Emily darts back to him, pushing past his legs to get back to her gifts. “If you’d like to join that is,” he finishes watching Emily go before turning to look back at you.

“You know…why not,” you state after a second with a shrug. “I’ll just go get changed.”

“We eat breakfast in our pajamas,” Emily chimes in when she returns with a doll, fingers twirling the hair that matches hers.

“Uh, well,” you glance at your sweats and sleep shirt. “Alright be there in a moment.”

You take the few minutes you have to freshen up, ie fix your sleep mussed face and hair then quickly brush your teeth before heading over. The flat smells of pancakes, bacon and maple syrup as you push open the door. The layout is the same as your place, just mirrored, so you’re able to find the kitchen easily.

“Father Christmas did pretty good it looks like,” you state as John digs out plates and forks.

“She was beyond excited. I think she was a bit nervous about him not knowing where she was…Christmas is always at her mother’s,” he explains as he heads to small dining room table. “But at five sharp she was squealing and dragging me from bed.”

“You did good, dad,” you whisper, glancing over your shoulder to see Emily on the floor digging another new toy out of the box.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he replies and when you turn back around there’s a small box sitting in front of you. Wrapped in the same paper as the night before, but with a ribbon and tag with your name.

“I, what’s this?” You ask grabbing the box and turning it over in your hands. “You didn’t have to get me something,” you mutter as he slides a plate in front of you.

“Wasn’t me. Father Christmas must have mixed up our houses,” John answers with a knowing smirk as Emily slides into one of the chairs.

“What is it?” Emily asks as you peel back a corner and glance at John who’s busying himself at the sink.

Not sure what to expect, you pop off the top of the box and peer inside. It’s a familiar looking pair of socks, the same ones on Emily’s feet, though on your size. Pulling them out, you spot John's note under them, and you carefully put the cover back on. Emily doesn't need to see the note and ruin the illusion.

“It looks like we have matching socks,” you say with a grin, looking at Emily as you hold them up.

“Dad got a pair too!” She exclaims before darting from the table to go find them.

“When did you have time to get these?” You ask as you clutch the soft material. “It’s a blizzard out there,” you remark glancing at the bright white snow still falling.

“Doesn’t matter,” John answers as he sits across from you and nudges the box toward you again. “There’s one more thing in there,” he adds as he glances to where Emily is rooting around in the discarded paper. “A proper gift…I hope,” he adds as Emily comes in and shoves the socks at John, demanding he put them on so you all match.

While they’re busy, you unfold the letter still in the box and read it over. It’s an invitation to dinner and drinks with John for New Year's—a date of sorts at a very hard to get into restaurant in downtown London that costs about half your rent for one meal.

You blink at it, preparing to refuse because of the cost, but when you glance up to see John smiling a bit nervously at you, you don’t.

Unable to give him an answer with Emily sitting there, you eat instead, grinning to yourself and catching John’s eye every once in a while. The anxious grin John had at first turns into a dazzling one as time goes on. And when Emily darts to her room to get changed, yelling about sledding, you catch John’s arm as he stands up.

“Wasn’t exactly the Christmas I had planned,” you state as he looks at you. “But…it is better than the quiet one I was planning on having. Only issue is, I have nothing to give you.”

“A yes would be good enough for me,” John states as his eyes dart to the box.

“A yes? That’s it?” You ask, raising an eyebrow as you stand up, realizing how close you are to him. “Seems easy…and not exactly a fair trade since you’re the one taking me out. ”

“Just a yes,” he replies looking down at you, his hand braced on the table fisting a bit.

“Well then. I wouldn’t want to ruin the day, John,” you say quietly. “So, Happy Christmas,” you state and push up on your toes to kiss his cheek lightly.

“Happy Christmas,” he answers, cupping your cheek to give you a proper kiss before his eyes dart to the suspiciously well placed mistletoe…right above your chair.

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New Years can be found here.

[awoken-artist]

Merry Christmas To everyone and Happy Holidays! Hope everyone is having a wonderful time this christmas!

Having a wonderful time with my parents and my brother and the doggo's. Got some awesome goodies and getting things organized in my room a bit more. Also planning out some things for 2025. :)

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Also to peeps who want to see new content FMA Related theres official work going on this month to celebrate the Anniversary to my OCxCanon pair of mine since the pair started back in December 2010. Theres an official story for both the FMA 2003 plot and Brotherhood plot on how they both met and they'll be avalible on some platforms. :3 I have answered someone asking me where to read them at on my FMA edxem ask blog so check that out if you can but announcements will happen here and on the blog @edwardxemmy !

[comphyjost]

happy holidays everyone!!! whether you celebrate or not, i just wanted to take a moment to say i love you guys.

i started this blog during the pandemic and honestly i didn’t know what i would get out of it. it took me a while to make my first post and i never thought i’d be here with all of you who i love so much.

it’s so cringey of me, i know, but i just am a sappy person sometimes so just let me have this moment, i truly can’t believe hockey brought me all of you and these great friendships. i never thought that it would be able to do that, but i love the little community that we have created on here.

although i haven’t been active as much lately because of health problems, i truly am so grateful for everybody here.

for the ones who have reached out to check on me.

for the close friends i have made that i have been able to lean on.

for the people who make me laugh during the live blogs even if i’m not posting.

for the insanely talented content creators who deserve all the recognition and everything the world has to offer.

you guys are a bright light through some of the darkest of days i have had to endure recently.

one might say you twinkle beautifully like christmas lights ✨ okay sorry, i know that was cringey of me. anyways.

@jostystyles gave me this idea of doing the decorate a tree…and while i am not the biggest christmas person - certified grinch over here - though even guest star could tell you i am doing a lot better this year.

i thought it would be fun to do. now it’s not like my actual tree at home with avs pictures all around it at home (yes i made my mom let me do that - if i have to put one up then it is going to be an avs tree) so here’s the link to my tree 💚❤️

tagging some peeps: @mrs-mikko-rantanen @avsmfs @joeyisourranger @laurenairay @boqvistsbabe @fallinallincurls @csblogs @ilyasorokinn @pucksnwheels @europeanpuck @krugstrash @rosesvioletshardy @mattymartin @lyds21

[manawari]

sooooooo

sort-of long post, but bear with me!

In South Korea, people like to celebrate 'unofficial' holidays in the 14th day of every month, along with some other holidays that mostly couples celebrate together. These are: Diary Day (January 14), Valentine’s Day (February 14), White Day (March 14), 100 Days, Black Day (April 14), Yellow Day/Rose Day (May 14), Kiss Day (June 14), Silver Day (July 14), Green Day (August 14), Photo Day (September 14), Wine Day (October 14), Pepero Day (November 11), Movie Day (November 14), Hug Day (December 14), and Christmas. [thesoulofseoul.net]

Diary Day: only a few Koreans pay attention to this holiday. Simply put, this holiday has partners gift each other diaries that include their hopes, dreams, plans, etc.

Valentine's Day: self-explanatory. Except it's women who give gifts to men.

White Day: this day is also known as "answer day" where it's the men's turn to reciprocate the gifts they received on Valentine's.

100 Days: every 100th day of the year means a big deal to the people in Korea. Much like everyone's anniversary.

Black Day: a day dedicated for singles. Single peeps come together and hang out as they hadn't received anything in both Feb 14th and March 14th.

Yellow Day/Rose Day: from the term itself, single people who are looking for a relationship would be dressed in yellow while couples will gift each other roses.

Kiss Day: couples celebrate together by expressing with a kiss.

Silver Day: couples exchange silver accessories/jewelries to signify commitment. This is also the day where couples see their parents and possibly ask for approval.

Green Day: couples, friends, and family alike spend time in nature together and enjoy the beautiful outside.

Photo Day: couples spend time in local photo booths.

Wine Day: couples share wine, specifically rose wine that is made from raspberries or magnolia berry.

Pepero Day: usually celebrated among young couples where they exchange those delicious chocolate sticks. Friends and family are also included in the tradition, plus the singles. Hence, 11/11 because the numbers look like pepero sticks.

Movie day: couples watch movies in theaters, which are anticipated to be full due to people celebrating it.

Hug Day: couples give hugs to each other, symbolizing comfort and warmth.

Christmas: contrary to customs in most countries where people celebrate it with their families, Koreans usually celebrate it with their lovers and restaurants would even set up tables primarily for lovers.

SO!

Imagine otps (can't say mine cuz everyone has their own ship in their mind while reading this post and I don't wanna ruin it lol) celebrating those holidays! In the SL world, Go Gun-hee would encourage hunters to celebrate those holidays as they deserve to feel happiness every once in a while:3

plus, he celebrates it with his wife ehe~

Writing prompts anyone?? There ya go!

[edogawa-division]

Happy Halloween! 🎃

-> Candy for all three!

-> Moon for Yuriko

-> Werewolf for Kaoru

-> Spider for Kanra

Candy - If they got to choose to be any supernatural being, what would they choose? 

“Easy enough for me. I'd be a devil.” Kanra grinned. 

“Okay? Fork found in the kitchen.” Kaoru snorted. “It's basically your whole shtick, Kanra.” 

“Like you're any better Kaoru because I know you'd choose to be some sort of spider woman.” 

“Uh yeah I’m Arachne it’s in the name. At least it’s less known than a devil.” 

“You girls are both easy enough to figure out,” Yuriko interrupted a smirk on her face. “You’re just taking your MC names literally.” 

“And then what would you be then?” Kaoru crossed her arms.

“I have no shame in admitting that I’d be a reaper of some sort.” 

“And you call us predictable.” 

“Yeah!” 

“Shush you two. At least my choice isn’t a reference to my MC name.” 

Moon - Do they get mad when they see Christmas decorations beside the Halloween decorations at the store? 

“I know Christmas is the biggest holiday of the year, but truly can we wait until after Halloween to put decorations up?” Yuriko huffed. “I saw Christmas decorations being put for sale in August. August. That’s just outrageous. I would like to celebrate Halloween first before getting to the corporate holiday known as Christmas, and the less said about the carols, the better. If I hear a peep of “All I want for Christmas is You” before December I’m getting Kaoru to hack the nation's airwaves and let her play whatever meme music she likes.” 

Werewolf - What is their favorite part of Halloween? 

“What isn't my favorite part!” Kaoru grinned. “The costumes, the candy, the tricks, and the fear! It's all great! I guess if I had to choose, I would say the history behind Halloween is my personal favorite part, to me at least. It’s no secret that I love learning about history, and this time of the year is just rich with it! Did you know modern Halloween is descended from Samhein? An old Gaelic festival that-”

“Kaoru you're rambling again.”

“Whoops! Sorry, but it really is interesting!” 

Spider - A fairy befriends your character, and they give them an unmarked potion. Does your character drink it? 

“No? At least I hope I won’t drink it.” Kanra blinked. “Yuriko-san has already told me a bunch of times about stranger danger. That I shouldn't eat candy given to me by strangers in unmarked white vans. I like to give myself a little more credit there. Plus, I've read enough stories to know that not every fairy is good. What if this is an evil fairy who's trying to drag me into the fairy realm and make me a slave for the rest of my natural life? That would fucking suck!” 

[meowzfordayz]

surprise!

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: none

Suggestion Fulfilled: Just kyo celebrating readers bday 🥺

~faqs~

You’re beginning to worry that Kyojuro’s actually forgotten your birthday. It’s in a couple of days, after all, and you’ve observed precisely zero indications that he’s aware of anything imminent and important. Wake up, kiss your forehead, roll out of bed, go on a run for who knows how long or how far, come home, shower, cook breakfast, and peep his head into the bedroom to see if you’re fully conscious yet. If you’re conscious, then it’s breakfast in bed. If not, then it’s into Tupperware for whenever you’re ready. That’s his schedule, seven days a week, rising before the sun to fit everything in before work. Of course, he doesn’t work weekends, but wouldn’t know how to sleep in if you locked him in a dark basement — the man would still rise at approximately dawn, estimate his running distance by his number of footsteps, praying all the while that you’d let him out in time to cook breakfast. Tangent aside.

He’s organized. Not especially spontaneous, albeit happy to go with the flow—assuming you are the flow—and scrupulous regarding important dates and details. To celebrate your second year (romantically) together, he’d gifted you a Daily Planner with at least one ~achievement jotted down for every day: Shared a milkshake, Held hands, and Survived the holidays to name a few. Thus, your approaching birthday + his apparent lack of memory = he’s either proposing, concussed, or fallen out of love. As for the solution of Just (Gently) Remind Him: it did occur to you, but you can’t decide what would feel worse — discovering that he did in fact forget your birthday, or discovering that he had something wonderful planned only for it to be thoroughly ruined by your prodding.

“Good morning sunshine!”

Kyo? “Hmph,” you groan, swatting at fiery hairs hovering above your face, “Sunshine?” irritation apparent, “Rengoku Kyojuro,” realization settling in, “There is no sun.”

Undeterred by your less than cheerful greeting, he presses a warm kiss to your forehead, smile wide as ever, “Get dressed!”

Get dressed? “For what?” you demand, not bothering to disguise your discontent, “Were we robbed? Is the kitchen on fire? What time is it?”

“For the beginning of your special day!”

My special- Oh.

“I thought you forgot,” you mutter, ignoring his exasperated huff, finally swinging your legs over the side of the bed, eyes droopy as you yawn, “How unfortunate that you remembering means I get to wake up before I’ve even gone to sleep.”

“I made sure you went to bed at a reasonable hour last night!"

Huh you pause, smiling wryly I guess he did.

“Meet me outside in fifteen minutes!”

“Do I get breakfast?” you raise a teasing eyebrow, his excitement hard to miss, “Or at least a beverage?”

“Everything is planned!” eyes shining as his palms smack together, “Prepare to be amazed!” frowning slightly, “But seriously, get dressed!” hesitating for a quiet second, “And I would never forget your birthday.”

—

“Are you ready for your first clue?!”

“My what?” you blink tiredly, skin prickling from morning’s cool breath, eyes widening as his words finally register, “What did you do?”

“We are going on a scavenger hunt!” he nearly shouts, his giddiness almost infectious, “I have created an all day affair for us, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and optional after party included!”

“Kyo,” you manage to squeak, head buzzing, sternum tightening, “You did what?!”

“Utilizing my morning jogs, I created an all day scavenger hunt for you! Some clues have been in place for months, and others I finalized yesterday! There are built in stops for eating, shopping, and-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, his body pulled firm and close to yours, your toes squishing his as you squeal into his chest.

“You’re ridiculous!” grinning ear to ear, “Absolutely ridiculous!” stepping back with a deep inhale, face scrunching at his satisfaction as he watches you, “An entire day?!”

“I did create an abbreviated version too, if you would prefer? I am simply content to be your guid-”

“No way are we doing the abbreviated version!” mock scowling as you interrupt him, “Who do you think I am?!”

“Well,” his eyes narrowing playfully, “Part of you definitely wishes it was in bed,” chuckling at your indignant expression, “But I am honored that a larger part of you is eager to embark on our adventure!”

—

At the end of the day, your favorite part is getting to draw the second half of every unfinished heart on every newly solved clue, as if to say We did it!, ink bleeding into the papers as your arms swing together, linked warmly, hand in hand.

[readychilledwine]

Halloween is right around the corner, and since it's my favorite holiday, it's going to be all treats and no tricks on my page 💜

Peep what's coming up below

2023 Halloween Celebration:

10/26- Scream - Rhys x Reader Smut - you and Rhys have never hid a fetish from each other before, but you had one left the High Lord is more than happy to call you out for (predator/prey play dynamics, mask kink, kind of dub/con-ish)

10/27- The Conjuring - Lucien x reader - You knew heading into the woods with Lucien this late would be a mistake. You two just didn't realize how big of one (protective Lucien, haunted house, fluff at the end)

10/28- Practical Magic - Elain x Witch!reader - helping Elain kill Graysen may have been the worst mistake you've made in over 300 years of witch craft. (Friendship, found sisterhood, magic)

10/29- Goosebumps - Cassian x Reader - Cassian has always loved messing with you. He just might have taken this prank a little too far. (Angst, fear play, implied smut, fluff)

10/30- The Craft - Valkyries x reader - Nesta has always told you that magic works best when you're naked, and who were you to tell Nesta that's not exactly how things work. (Fxfxfxf smut, sex ritual magic)

10/31 - Last Cabin on the Left - Azriel x Autumn Court reader - after moving to the Night Court, y/n has held up an Autumn tradition with her new family, and this year, she's pulled out all the stops (humor, fluff, Nyx being adorable) - based on a request