#happy holidays y'all

[daily-pat]

Happy holidays everyone, to whatever you celebrate. And if you don't, then enjoy the new season. Go out and experience life, do something fun for yourself, and tell those who matter to you that you love them. You never know how much that could mean to them. <3

Merry Christmas from yours truly,

Fish.

[sirtouchstarved]

A YEAR WITHOUT SANTA CLAUS AU FOR GRAVITY FALLS. 

This was inspired by the amazing @beccadrawsstuff, and this fanart series, it’s literally so good, I had to write a fic it was eating me alive. 

Four chapters, one today, one tomorrow, and the last two on Christmas day! First time I’ve written a seasonal fic so I am pretty happy with myself! 

Happy holidays y’all,

[summertaters]

Those cold mornings...

[sinnabum45]

Christmas is a sensitive time for Leon 🥺

HC: Leon used to love Christmas. Krauser and him would have a small celebration in secret every year. (I HC that Krauser also loved Christmas cuz he got to get Leon gifts and stuff) After Krauser died, most holidays and anniversaries were a very painful time.

Now, Leon learns to love it again with the help of everyone (especially Chris) 😭🤲 Pretty decor and Christmas movies will always make Leon feel better, too 👍

[andrews-jort-loving-pipe-dream]

Imagine Andrew in a Santa hat that just says "BITCH" on the front...

[iwoszareba]

It's another year Down by the River discord server organised lovely Secret Santa event. Here is my gift for Hex! I found 'cooking together' prompt truly inspiring with this character combination :^)

[twcfaces]

ho ho ho?

source : Batman and Robin Adventures vol 1

[br41nr0t-101]

I FINALLY GOT ULTRAKILL!!

YIPPEE!!

[bcrdedication]

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

Snowed In

I would like to thank @junosjukebox and @themetaluna for creating this winter fanfic exchange and letting me be a part of it, in incredibly honored to have been a part of it 😁

This is for @puppywritesthings happy holidays so enjoy some camsco!! you can find it on ao3 here as well!

Bosco knew that not everyone was going to like her and she wasn't going to like everyone either. It's just a fact. But they didn't think that their roommate, someone they'd spend every day with would be one of those people. So what happens when they're snowed in and stuck together? Will it bring them closer or tear them apart?

Bosco sat on the couch in the apartment, watching the snowfall before sighing, getting up from the couch and checking her phone. “Expect 10 inches of snow, yeah right. Fucking weathermen.” She scoffed, pocketing her phone before heading back to her room. Across from them, she could hear Camden. She could always hear Camden. She rolled her eyes and closed her door, some would say slam but it just had a little force behind it, and flopped down onto her bed. Just a week and then finals and then she was home free. A whole month without thinking about shitty professors, stupid assignments and most of all, no more of that bloody ginger bitch.

God she could rant for hours about that girl, Daya would know since she was always at the receiving end. Bosco sighed into their pillow, rubbing her tense jaw to try and relax. She’s lost enough sleep over that fucking girl, she doesn’t deserve any more. Thank god she’s moving in with Daya and Willow after the semester’s over, all her headaches will be gone and she can have some damn peace. Maybe it’s wrong for her to be so hateful of the girl but everything she did just ticked them off, like under that bubbly side she knew every one of her buttons and how to push them to drive her up the wall.

They matched up on the school’s compatibility survey and they messaged each other, figuring that they’d be decent enough and signed the lease for the apartment off campus. Everything was fine the first few weeks, maybe even the first month of the semester. In all honesty, Bosco was just happy to finally get out of those vile dorms and could shower in complete privacy without worrying about someone screaming about her simply cleaning themselves. And no more stupid fucking fire drills and walking down fifteen flights of fucking stairs in the cold. 

When they met on move in day, Bosco didn’t think there would be any issue. She was a dancer for campus so she’d be out of the house a lot for rehearsals and performance and what not which was fine, great actually so they could have the place to herself. The first night they were all settled in, they talked about rules and everything seemed pretty great. They agreed on almost everything and what they didn’t they were able to compromise on, smooth sailing. In the beginning both of them were cautious and careful of treading on each other's spaces, always texting if they could borrow a towel or politely turn down the music. Everything was going great and Bosco was happy, maybe they could actually be friends or something.

But then the honeymoon phase wore off and oh boy…

It was like a switch flipped and everything just got turned on its head. Camden would wake up with the damn birds and it was everyone’s business to know that she was awake, what with her blaring the damn Spice Girls while making her morning tea. She never put away her dishes or hung up her towels and left her laundry in her hamper until it was bursting at the seams, don’t even get her started on how many fucking times they’ve nearly broken their ankles on that damn dance bag. And the fact that she would just rearrange the furniture in the living, claiming she needed the space to rehearse after Bosco had just fixed it after the last time. 

Needless to say, they were livid.

So she paid it right back to her. She waited until the last second to do chores, cranked the AC and heat no matter what she whined about and brought all the girls back she wanted to. That was the one that really got the redhead, waking up still early as ever and looking much less rested than usual while they sat there with their neck covered in hickeys and whatever chick she picked up from the bar was hanging off her side. That one really seemed to grind the British girl's gears, huffing and muttering under her breath as she stomped off to her room to hide.

They would get into so many arguments and just scream at each other, it was a miracle they hadn’t gotten more complaints from their neighbors about it. The one thing they had in common was their stubbornness. Neither one of them was going to back down and give in until the other did which would never happen, creating such a hostile cycle their supposed home was its own separate battlefield.

She turned over in their bed again, pulling up the covers as the wind picked up outside, throwing white flurries around without a care in the world. The snow was starting to come down harder… surely it’ll be nothing. The most they’d gotten was barely two inches, there’s no way they’d get more than 4, maybe 6 if she was really pushing it. They yawned and curled into her pillow, eyes growing heavy as they fell into a dreamless sleep.

“Bosco!”

Shit. She groaned, rubbing their bleary eyes before sitting up in their bed. It was too fucking early for this. What the hell was she screaming about already? She got up, albeit slowly and not in the rush her roommate's voice told her she should be in, putting on her robe before stepping out of her room. “Good morning to you too, Annie.”

Camden huffed, standing in just her pajama pants and a baby tee that barely covered her chest. Thank goodness she was crossing her arms cause they did not want to see that this early in the morning. “Look outside.”

“Really? That’s why you woke me up? To look out the damn window.” 

“Just look.”

Bosco huffed and muttered some choice words under her breath before looking out the front window of their apartment. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah holy shit.” She scoffed. Outside, all they could see was white. Snow was piled high, completely covering her car in their parking space. She went to the door and unlocked it, trying to push it open but failed. She tried a few more times before Camden piped up. “Lose all your muscles or something?”

“It won’t open.”

“I can see that. Here, let me do it.”

“Please, if we’re talking about muscles then you aren’t one to talk.” She huffed, getting away from the door and watching the redhead put all her weight on the door. It didn’t move a single inch and Camden flushed in embarrassment, turning around to face Bosco’s look of ‘I told you so’.

 “So…”

“We’re snowed in.” They said flatly. “Great.” 

Perfect. Just perfect. This is exactly how she wanted to be spending her weekend. They ran a hand through her dark hair, trying to come up with a plan or some sort of escape route that wasn’t clawing out her damn eyes. “I’m going to check on the breaker and sinks. It’s cold out so we might have to run them so the pipes don't freeze.”

Camden nodded. “I’ll make sure to stay out of your way.” It didn’t have her normal bite most of their exchanges did and it confused them to a degree but she nodded, the two of them splitting up and going their separate ways. 

It could’ve been worse. They still had electricity, which was a damn miracle with these ancient ass apartments the school provided. Water was all good and they got a notification from campus, advising them to stay where they were and not go out. “No shit Sherlock.” They rolled their eyes walking back to the living room and seeing Camden sitting on the couch, looking stressed as she bounced her knee nervously. She looked over to Bosco and got up with an elegance only a dancer could for such a simple action. “How bad is it?”

“We’ve got power and water so we should be fine. Campus put out a message saying they’re sending out plows based on priorities so we’re probably going to be stuck here a while.��� They said nonchalantly, heading to the kitchen as if it were just a normal day.

“Did they say how long it could be?” She urged, following behind the brunette.

“It’ll be hours, maybe even tomorrow.” They guessed, popping a keurig cup into the machine as they waited for the water to heat. That made the redhead tense up. A whole day? That was too long, there’s no way they would be stuck in here for an entire day. The machine finished dropping the black liquid into their mug and nearly immediately Bosco drank, hissing a little at the burn but swallowing. She noticed Camden still standing there, looking like she was about to blow a fuse. “Well I’m heading back to bed.”

“Bed? But-”

“Look,” their voice sharp as she turned around to face them. “I’ll stay in my room unless I absolutely need something so don’t worry, I won’t get up in your business if you don’t get in mine, deal?” Camden was left in silence, a little taken aback at how straightforward and calm she was being considering the fact they were literally trapped inside! The dark haired girl took her silence as agreement before nodding. “Great, good talk.” They smiled with a faux politeness before turning on their heels and marching themselves back into their room, closing the door with a little force to punctuate their earlier comments.

She stood there in stunned silence before following her roommates lead, heading back to her own room. Camden fell back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. It’s alright, everything’s going to be alright. It’s just a little snow. 

The day passed by and soon it was night, no snow plow ever came and the both of them were avoiding each other, just a typical day for them. Camden had three blankets wrapped around her under the comforter and was still shivering. She huffed and sat up. She knew Bosco must be freezing too, if anything a little less since they were always a furnace. She bit her lip and weighed her options before getting up, her fluffiest blanket wrapped around her and she opened her door, walking quickly across the hall and before she could even knock, the door opened to Bosco standing in the doorway.

The dark haired girl scanned her up and down, dressed in a baggy shirt and pants. “You cold too?”

“What do you think?” She quipped, managing to get her teeth to not chatter.

“Can we turn up the heat?”

“Yeah if you want to foot the bill.”

The redhead huffed. “Fine then. Make room.”

“Wha-” Before they could even finish, the redhead shouldered past her and into their room, plopping down on their bed and looking at her with her chin tilted up like she owned the damn place. “The hell are you doing?”

“Obviously we’re not turning up the heat so I’m staying warm with a demon from hell.” She got under their covers and Bosco could feel their eyes twitch. This fucking bitch..

“Fine.” They smiled politely before getting into bed with her. They grabbed a pillow and shoved it between them and Camden scoffed. “Really, a pillow wall?”

“You’re in my room, ballerina.” They looked over their shoulder at her. “My rules. Pillow wall or walk your happy ass back to your room.” Camden huffed and pulled her blanket up higher, turning away from Bosco. “Exactly.” They smirked before laying back down, facing away from her and sighing. It was going to be a long night.

They had about an hour of quiet and were just about to fall asleep when she heard Camden shift in the bed. “Bosco? Are you up?”

They groaned, eyes still closed. “I am now. What?”

“I’m freezing.”

“Go turn on the heat then.”

Camden groaned, not making any move to get up though. “Not everyone’s a demon that can heat an entire room.” The redhead snarked, glaring over the pillow between them.

“Oh please.” Bosco laughed without any humor. “If you’re trying to insult me, actually say something that’s hurtful, you tutu wearing bitch.” Camden grit her teeth and threw the pillow that was separating them right at Bosco’s face. 

Oh it was on. 

Both of them were throwing whatever they could grab at each other, all in a frenzy of anger before it all stilled when Camden felt hands holding down her wrists. She tried to squirm underneath her but Bosco’s hands had her pinned down, sitting on her hips and limiting her movement there as well. Both of them were glaring up at each other, panting and chests heaving before the anger and tension bled into… something else. As Bosco’s heart slowed they leaned down closer, dark curls falling in her face as she watched Camden’s eyes flit between her eyes and her lips. They were barely a breath away from each other when Bosco stopped, watching the redhead squirm again.

“Bosco.” She whispered, voice close to begging but she would never admit that.

“You still want that heater on?” They grinned, giggling a little bit as Camden rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile barely.

“You’re such a bitch, you know that?” There wasn’t any venom behind her words this time, only a tenderness they’d never shared before and god did it make her chest warm and fuzzy.

“That’s why you like me.”

“Who said that?” The brit cocked a brow, making both of them laugh before Bosco closed the distance, finally letting their lips touch. It wasn’t a hungry kiss but it was full of desire and wanting on both ends. Things started to click now, why Camden was so jealous every time Bosco brought someone home and why Bosco couldn’t stand the thought of Camden having any of her dancer friends over as they would always flirt with each other.

They pulled apart slowly and smiled at each other before Bosco laid back down, wrapping her arms around Camden as the redhead did the same, both of them pressing their bodies closer to each other as if their skin could fuse into one. Camden hummed and nuzzled into Boscos neck, relishing in the warmth. “Maybe I should come here more often. You are hotter than hell, in both ways.”

They laughed and pecked her forehead, pulling the covers over them tighter. “Why thank you, princess. I actually do like those tutus on you.”

“Because you can see all of my ass when I bend down.” She giggled, pecking her cheek. She sighed, looking out the window and smiling at the snow. “We should’ve done this a long time ago.”

“Definitely.” Bosco smiled. “But those arguments were kinda hot if you think about it.”

Camden giggled and nudged their shoulder. “Honestly! You’re a crazy woman.”

“Hey, I’m not denying it.” Bosco snickered, rubbing her back. It was all so sudden but so natural at the same time, like they were always supposed to be like this, holding each other and giggling and laughing together. They talked for a few more hours, laughing and exchanging more kisses under the blankets as the sky grew darker and then lighter, the sun starting to come up. 

Camden saw out the window and giggled. “Maybe getting snowed in isn’t so bad after all.” 

“Maybe not.” Bosco smiled, kissing her again before yawning. “Now it’s definitely time for some sleep.”

“Right.” Camden giggled, pecking their lips one last time before cozying up into her arms again. If you told her that she would ever end up cuddling with Bosco and liking it, she would’ve laughed in your face. Bosco would’ve called you crazy but it was perfect, better than anything either of them could have imagined. She’d definitely have to tell Daya she’s not rooming with her next semester.

[nachosncheeze]

It is once again that time of year I wonder why they had to make Jane Doe's snatch the scary furnace from Home Alone

[stargazinglesbian]

made myself one of those decorate my christmas tree things. it's literally christmas eve and no one will probably see this but idc feel free to do it if you want, even if we have literally never interacted before or you hate me

[sselroloc]

Happy Holidays Ch. 2 🎄🤍✨🎄

[theresthesnitch]

Here is my annual reminder to all my loved ones (you, yes you) that eggnog is really good with peppermint schnapps. Screw brandy. Eggnog with pepperment schnapps tastes like the holidays.

[his-name-is-stewart]

14 | Comfort

He could feel their gaze on his face, tracing over every scar, every detail - and then meeting his eyes. The knife they’d been wielding clattered to the ground as they reached up to cup his face in their hands. 

They were warm. That was the first thought he had - that their hands felt alive against his cold skin. He leaned into it - into their hands, into the warmth - as they pushed a strand of his hair behind his ear. 

He realized then that they had started to cry. That tears were silently dripping down their face as they wiped his away. 

He softened, reaching out to dry their face. “Oh, sweets, I’m not worth cryin’ over..” 

“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re alive- you-” Their voice died in their throat as they looked him in the eye again, a sob leaving their lips instead. “You’re alive…” 

He nodded, his hands still wiping the tears off of their cheeks. “Right here. I’m right here..” 

Without warning, they pulled him into a hug, burying their face in his shoulder.

They didn't want to let go of him, not even for a second. As if the second he left their arms, he’d be gone again.

The two of them rode back into the city on his motorcycle for that reason - so they could hold onto him. He drove one-handed, so he could keep a hand over theirs as they made their way through the streets of Gotham.

They kept their eyes closed tight. This didn’t feel real - nothing felt real. It couldn’t possibly be that the person they’d been grieving for six years was alive. How could they possibly be holding onto their long lost childhood friend now? So they kept their eyes closed. If they didn’t open them, they could live in this impossible moment forever.

But the bike came to a stop. He squeezed their hand to let them know they could let go. They didn’t. 

“...sweets? We’re here..” His voice was soft as he glanced over his shoulder at them. “You can let go now.”

They didn’t respond and didn’t let go. They didn’t notice how hard they were shaking until he placed his other hand on their back and began to massage circles with this thumb.

“Listen to me, yeah?” They relaxed slightly at the touch and nodded. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. I know you’ve been hurting - and I know it’s my fault, but ya aren’t gonna be losing me again, I promise. I’ll stay right here with ya.”

They choked out a sob, holding him tighter. Shakily, they found their voice. “...stewart?”

He looked back at them, giving their hand another squeeze. “Yeah?”

“I…” Their voice was so, so quiet. “I’m scared.”

“I’m right here. Nothing will happen to ya while I’m-”

“No,” they cut him off, “I- I’m scared that if I open my eyes- if I let go- you’ll be gone. This- this feels too good to be true- too good to be real-”

He stayed quiet and held their hand as he listened to them. “I- I understand, sweets. It does feel too good to be true. But I promise, I am, really, right here. And I’m not gonna disappear. But if you don’t wanna let go- hell, even if you don’t wanna open your eyes, you don’t have to. I’ll be right here either way.”

Shaking, they took a few deep breaths and held him closer as they opened their eyes. They breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of him looking back at them. “You’re alive…” They spoke through the lump in their throat. “You’re really- really alive-”

He smiled, his eyes soft. “Yeah. I’m alive.”

They reached forward to touch his face again, brushing his hair back, away from his eyes. “I’m not letting go.”

“Don’t.” His eyes shined with tears as he nodded. “...please.”

So they didn't. They kept their hand firmly in his, their fingers interlaced, even as they both got off of the bike. Even as they made their way into the building and up to their apartment. Even as they’d closed and locked their door, they didn’t let go of him. They stood with him like that for a long moment in the midst of the unpacked boxes in their living room, then they pulled him back into their arms.

He hugged them back, holding them close. “I’m here, sweets. I’ve gotcha.”

It took them a very, very long time to pull away from the embrace at all. When they did, it was so they could look at him again. It felt impossible to find the right words. So they didn’t say anything at all, just tried to memorize as much of him as possible, so they would have something to hang onto in the morning when they woke up. They met his eyes, their fingers still intertwined with his. “You’re crying-” It startled them, to notice this.

“Uh- yeah, I-” he wiped the tears away on his shoulder, trying to compose himself for their sake, “sorry.”

“Don’t- don’t apologize, Stewart- did I do something wrong?” They could feel his hand shaking in theirs.

“No- no, you didn’t do anything wrong, you- you’re here- you’re back-” He stumbled over his words, trying to convince them he was fine and failing to do so. 

“Stewart…”

He looked at them, holding his breath as he waited for them to continue.

“Are you okay?”

That was when he fell apart, beginning to sob with such anguish it sounded more like screaming. “You- you don’t hate me-”

He was hurting - of course he was hurting.

“No, of course I don’t- why would I-” They managed to lower him gently to the floor as he fell to his knees. “Stewart, why would I hate you?”

He looked at them, not bothering to try wiping away his tears. “You left!” He didn’t mean to yell; he didn’t want to yell at them, it just seemed like there was no other way to get the words out. “You- you said that you’d stay! Then you left- I- I was alone! Completely alone- and- I-” His voice trailed off as he began to sob again. He gripped their hand like they might run away. 

They watched him, a sickening, familiar guilt settling into the pit of their stomach. “I- Stewart, I-” 

He spoke again before they could apologize. “No- don’t- don’t say you’re sorry-'' He took a shaky breath, placing his other hand over theirs. “Nothing that happened was your fault. I- I shouldn’t be yelling at you about it; you don’t deserve that. It just… hurt like hell for both of us.”

Pulling him forward and into their arms, they whispered an apology anyway. “You didn’t deserve to be left alone, and I am sorry for- for everything. If- if I did it or not- you deserved so much better.” Their hands found their way to his hair, carding through it gently. 

He leaned into the touch, wrapping his arms around them. “Please don’t leave me..”

“I’m not letting go of you.” They laid back on the floor of their apartment and pulled him down with them.

“Please don’t.”

[powerpayback]

a bright city christmas (eve)

“Here’s to our first Christmas as private investigators, making it on our own in the big city.” Sprout popped the cork of the bottle of sparkling wine - business hadn’t been so good as to afford real champagne. Not yet, she thought hopefully. She figured the least expensive sparkling wine she’d picked up at Vons would have to do for now. 

As she filled the plastic flute in Magni’s hand, he corrected, “First Christmas Eve.”

She shrugged. “Alright, fine.” Come Christmas day, both of them would be trapped under the Marottos’ roof. Aside from the occasional years Magni and his mother went to California to see his folks, they were always invited to their home come the holidays. 

But for the night, there were no judgmental or nosy family members. Sprout didn’t have to think about feeling like a stranger in her childhood home. Magni could retreat back into his room if he got overwhelmed. She even felt good enough to fill her flute as well. 

Christmas Eve was always theirs. 

Magni took a sip of his sparkling wine. “And we’ve both lived in Bright City since we were 20.” He went to sit by the tree, the multicolored bulbs on the fake branches lighting up his face. 

Setting down the bottle of sparkling wine, Sprout rolled her eyes. “Okay, just give me my present before you spoil all our fun.”

She joined him on the floor, watching him reach for a small present wrapped in striped green wrapping paper. “It’s not much,” he warned. 

Sprout took the present and ripped the paper off. She felt slightly guilty, given how neatly he’d wrapped it all, but she figured he expected it by now. Under the paper was a white box. “Hate to tell you this, Maggie, but I’m not a jewelry person.”

“Shut up and open it,” he said, raising his flute back up to his lips. 

She grinned, but cracked the lid off anyways. Resting inside was a gold tie bar, that looked plain at first glance. Sprout picked it up to get a closer look. Only then could she see the daisies engraved onto the bar, faint enough that someone had to really be looking for them. 

Despite her numb fingertips, she ran her thumb over the engravings and imagined how they would feel. She hadn’t liked being gifted flowers since her burnout. They were a bitter reminder of what it had left her with. Yet, Magni always had a way of bringing blooms back in her life even in the coldest months of the year. 

“Thanks, Magni,” she said, setting the pin back in the box with a quiet grin. “Though I did think we had a present budget.”

“Don’t get too flattered,” he said. “That is under budget. It’s not real gold.” But he still had a small smile on his face. 

“Now I feel a little bad about the gift I got.” Sprout set the box aside and reached for her present. She’d stuck it in a shiny silver bag, not wanting to embarrass herself with her wrapping skills. 

As she handed it to him, Magni set his flute aside. “Unless it’s a dildo, I won’t put it past you.”

“Dang. Ruined my surprise.”

He rolled his eyes, but he pulled out the tissue paper filling the bag until he reached the gift inside. Wrapping something in tissue paper was no more easier than wrapping it properly, but at least the lumpy, unshapen job was hidden away. He tore away the candy-cane covered wrapping paper to reveal a cookbook. Just as he knew her complicated feelings about her namesake, she knew that he only really used YouTube to watch a few chefs. One being Roland Hayes, a conventionally handsome white man who shared her green thumb and Magni’s passion for cuisine. 

Magni raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh. I had thought about getting his cookbook, but-”

“Look inside,” Sprout said, nearly vibrating in excitement. 

He cracked it open to the front page. Unlike her partner in solving crime, she could actually use Instagram and had seen Magni’s favorite bookstore announce they were hosting a book signing for Roland Hayes right around the holiday season. It was so not his type of thing, but Sprout would do many things for her best friend, apparently even enduring a long line to get a signed copy of his favorite YouTuber’s cookbook. 

“To Magni,” he read aloud. “Keep it crispy. Roland Hayes.” He looked up at her. “I didn’t even know he came to town.”

“That’s what happens when you use social media, Maggie,” she said. “Now you can make his recipes without having to have your laptop bugging you in the kitchen.”

“Well, I appreciate it.” Magni gave her a smile. “That does mean you will have to be a taste-tester while I try these out.”

“Oh, no, you’re going to cook for me? How awful,” Sprout said, voice heavy with feigned concern. 

“Hey, just be happy I’m not making you be my sous chef.”

“The only reason you don’t is because you don’t like blood in your bisque.”

“True.” Magni set the book aside and picked his flute of sparkling wine back up. “Here’s to knowing each other far too well.”

Sprout knocked her flute against his, the thud of plastic not quite as satisfying as a proper clink. 

It was hard to feel pessimistic about the year to come with her best friend by her side.