#he's got that holly jolly spirit

[ryomens-vixen]

I Saw Mommy Kissing Fucking Santa Claus

🎅Summary: Your Son is home from college along with his other siblings, but to his knowledge, Santa Claus isn't real, That is until he catches Mommy doing something Naughty that Christmas night.

🎅Wc: Your guess is as good as mine... 🤷🏾‍♀️💕 NSFW btw

📝Authors note: This is just a Christmas drabble so don't expect a full story, I'm still trying to heal from last month, so I'm not too much in the writing spirit. Have a good Christmas and Enjoy ✨

Just imagine it, You and Kento Christmas night, wanting to spice up your sex life you somehow got him into roleplaying. This night you had him dressed up as a very Sexy version of the Jolly ole big man your kids use to love, Santa Claus. And it just so happens to be that your name was on his naughty list this year.

Maybe you forgot to pay the light bill? Or maybe was it coming to Kento's **2nd job** when he specifically told you not to.. Only for him to catch a certain blue eyed annoyance flirting with you, why we're you even laughing at his corny jokes anyways? Yeah, that definitely landed you on the Naughty list for sure.

How naughty of you to be on your knees, arms bound behind your back, Saint Nick's Holly Jolly, Red tipped dick down your throat. You didn't even deserve to breathe. Since his other hand was too busy holding your nappy hair in one big puff, he used his other to pinch your nose closed. That should teach not to breathe the same air as that white haired idiot. Oh man did Kento hate him, the way he was making you laugh, the way he had no regard for who you belonged too, the way he thought he was slick enough to hold you by the waist like that, oh it in infuriated him.

So much that he just had to take it out on your throat first. The kids had came home from college and made themselves at home in their childhood rooms, but one of them was being a little too nosey. Why did mom and dad put out milk and cookies if Santa Claus isn't real? Your son crept out of his room, hearing a combination of muffled moans, bells jingling, and skin smacking. Before he knew it he was halfway down the stairs where he saw it all, Santa Claus was real... And he was fucking his mother, while eating a cookie? And where is dad?

Does he know mom is cheating? This is sick! Oh boy did he ran back up stairs and didn't come back out. You and Nanami couldn't help but to laugh in the morning at your son's horrific story of mommy "cheating" that Christmas night.

📝🎅Naughty List: @blkkizzat @littlemochabunni @halosdiary @hoshigray @screampied @nkogneatho @buttercupblu143 @yung-notorious @rinhaler @arlerts-angel @blkwriters

[undertalecookingwithkindness]

A Very Merry Christmas from The Eclipse!

It's that time of the year again! A time of merriment, jolliness and generosity! A time of hot cocoa, candy canes and gingerbread! A time of KINDNESS! It's Christmas!!!!

The staff at The Eclipse is getting everything ready for a big celebration, as you can see! The Christmas cheer is really flowing, though someone should probably go help Luna untangle themself from the Christmas lights... Still, why don't we have a look under the tree and at the gifts... Oh! It looks like one of them has your name on it! I wonder what it is?

Surprise! It's an update on Undertale Cooking With Kindness!

(Hmm, you don't look very surprised, were you shaking the gift box to figure out what was in it?)

UPDATE

It feels like we've been pretty quiet since the Halloween Update, huh? And that's for a good reason. As many of you may be intimately familiar with, the first chunk of December tends to be a time not of holly jolly cheer, but of hellish torture. Yes, I'm of course talking about

EXAM SEASON!!!

Indeed, many of our team members, myself included, were focusing on exams and schoolwork all of December and much of November, so very little progress has been made. Still, that doesn't mean no progress was made. We've got a lot to how off for you all today, but first, we've got a new team member to introduce you to.

Welcome our new artist and spriter: LightMoonCream! They drew Sunny in the Christmas illustration! You may be familiar with them from their work on Nighfell, but they've decided to hop on board the wild ride that is bringing The Eclipse to life! In the spirit of Christmas, let's all give them a very merry welcome to the team!

Speaking of very merry welcomes... It appears there's someone else that needs some introducing, I'm sure you've noticed him in the illustration or in the previous post that teased him, but it's finally time to properly introduce you to...

Courier!

Courier will be helping out with deliveries in the Eclipse. After all, everyone in the underground deserves a taste of the food at the Eclipse no matter how close or far they may live. Mawzz understood the potential in incorporating a delivery service into the business, so he called up one of his debtors goons employees. Courier will be flying you all across the Underground to help you deliver orders put in by customers.

According to Mawzz, and to his uniform, he used to work for the Underground Postal Service, but was fired for unknown reasons. He doesn’t talk about why that happened, but his firing does create a very shady gap in his resume...

Courier is a very outwardly serious and brooding monster. He’s here for business, not to make friends. However… he does have quite a few things that break through that cold exterior. He’s a little embarrassed about it, but he just can’t resist the allure of a shiny coin or of some sweet treat. Give him what he wants, and he may just open up a little bit. Just a bit though. The mask of coolness may be a façade, and perhaps not exactly a convincing one, but it’s one he’s committed to, damn it!

I suppose we should take a small aside to introduce deliveries. Staying in one place in the underground is cozy and all, but don't you feel like you're missing out on some fun exploration? Well, in deliveries, you'll leave the Eclipse and head off to familiar areas of the Underground to try and give a loyal customer their food. Sounds simple, right? What could possibly go wrong!

Do keep in mind, though, deliveries aren't planned to be included in the first demo. Still, that doesn't mean we have nothing to show off related to them.

You know what time it is? Get your carolling books out, because it's time for the

MUSIC SECTION

One of the areas you'll be making an excursion into for deliveries is the quaint and quiet Snowdin Town. The town is even smaller than the one you know in Undertale, so the new remix is even simpler sounding to match. A homely snow-filled paradise where everyone knows each other and is merry... It's quite appropriate, don't you think? It really fits the vibe of the season.

It's cold out there alone... The wind cuts into you and won't let you forget how small you are, won't let you forget the pain of the path you chose for yourself. You had a choice between comfort and the cold, and now your only company is the chill of the flurry.

UPDATED TRACKS!

An updated version of the intro theme courtesy of Venn November (or is December?) It's not an immediately noticeable difference, but once you listen to the old version and the new version back to back, it's clear to see. Close your eyes and imagine the epic intro that could be attached to this song...

Ok, now open them again, we've got one more updated track to show off:

At last, Customer Approaching is finally out of the draft stage and is complete! I hope you enjoy this theme, cause as you work your daily shifts at The Eclipse, you'll become very familiar with this song. Hey, would you rather listen to this on loop for a couple of minutes or the same Christmas playlist on loop for weeks? You gotta give our real retail workers their flowers!

Ok, that's enough music talk for now, it's time to actually talk about the progress on the game!

GAME PROGRESS

As I said before, progress was stunted somewhat during the past few months, but that doesn't mean we haven't done anything. In fact... It is with great pride and joy that I announce that the cooking system is almost complete! Yes, the bones of the cooking system have been all mostly put in place and stress-tested. You can almost complete a full day of work at The Eclipse. We've implemented the timer, customer waves, the functional COOK button, and a handful of minigames. We're currently hard at work implementing the final piece of the foundation of our unique gameplay: Recipes and Reputation/Prestige! To talk more in depth about this, please welcome our resident back-end coding and implementation expert: Moist!

"The primary 'battle' system is underpinned by a custom-built module that tracks Sunny's progress as they prepare a meal for a customer of The Eclipse, keeps a repository of all the recipes sunny is capable of making stored nice and safe their head, and calculates how well they've done afterward. In the final release, You may be able to cook more complex recipes in later days. As it stands, early recipes will be less complex, but the handler seems fairly stable in its current state!"

— moist

There you have it, in the coming weeks we'll finish implementing this final piece, and at that point the cooking system will be complete! From there, it's just a matter of creating the encounters and waves, stress-testing and polishing, and voilá! We'll be able to show off entirely finalized days of cooking, and from there we'll be all set up to start proper work on the demo.

But what about beyond cooking? What's progress looking like on the overworld, cutscenes and etc.?

Well, we've got a lot of the maps from the demo, well, not done, but set up for integration as we move our focus into cutscene and scene creation. In fact, ignoring some unfinished cutscenes, the map for the game's intro area is complete! Hopefully with some elbow grease from me and the rest of the team in the coming months, those cutscenes will be completed, and the demo maps we're still missing will be set up.

In short, while we were slowed down for the past few months, it seems as if these next few months are going to be very productive for us. Everything seems to be coming up Sunny!

One final thing before we sign off... I'm sure everybody's clamouring for some sort of release date for the demo, but despite all the work we've done, we can't promise an exact date. All we know is that we're hoping to be able to release the first demo in late 2025, but we can't confidently assure you that that will happen. As always, though, if you think you can help that happen, do send me a DM on Discord (shadowofroserade) with an application to join the team.

However, we would still like to announce a planned release date for something else. If all goes according to plan the reveal trailer for Undertale Cooking with Kindness should come out in January*, so stay seated everybody! We've got an appetizer to die for coming up!

*while that is the current plan, it is quite possible that it will be delayed into February depending on future circumstances.

Until then...

Kind Regards,

The Eclipse.

[typicalopposite]

Is it too early to talk about Christmas?? As a mother I’d say YES! Keep that money hungry stress filled holiday away! As a fic writer 😏 hehehe welllll imagine with me… if you will…

Tommy, who has never cared much for the holidays… He didn’t have the best home life, his adult life was filled with hiding and lying about himself and sadness… and loneliness… until Evan, of course.

Evan who loves the holidays! Evan, who convinced him to do a couples costume for Halloween. Evan, who convinced Tommy to host thanksgiving at his house, so he could get to make the bird this year. He’s never had a big enough place to host… and yeah they aren’t living together, but like Tommy could say no to that face (we know that face).

Evan who has been Holly jolly mistletoe and reindeer since Black Friday (honestly since the Christmas decor hit the shelves it just came out in full force after thanksgiving)

And Tommy tried to keep up. Truly… he did. He tried to slap on the best smile and be cheery and merry and have the holiday spirit. It’s not like he’s the grinch… or Scrooge… he just… He doesn’t get it.

And Evan picks up on it so quick… Tommy feels terrible! He stops requesting holiday movies, or activities... but the kicker is when Tommy finds out about the 118 toy drive through Lucy who is helping out at the sister station.

��Baby, why didn’t you tell me about this?” He asks.

Evan’s face goes red and he bites his lip. “Well— I know it’s not really your thing… Christmas, I mean… and I get that, I swear I do. I just didn’t— I knew you would come if I asked… and I didn’t want to pressure you…”

Tommy melts. Absolutely melts. He pulls Evan into his arms and kisses him. “What time should I be there?”

And when he arrives and they come to him in need of a Santa — Evan was the original choice but he is currently occupied with activities. Apparently the Christmas spirit finds (and possesses) him because he agrees. Which is where Evan finds him shortly after. Jee clinging giddily to his hand. His eyes light up when he meets Tommy’s — who is doing his best to make the impression believable. The kids are buying it— well most of them.

“Hey Tommy!” Jee says as she climbs up onto his knee.

“Uh— oh no, little girl, I’m not Tommy,” he says, and has to bite his jaws to stop from joining in Evan’s laughter.

Jee tilts her head, confused. “But you look like Tommy,” she says.

“You know what… come to think of it, I actually have got that a lot…” he says and adds in a, “Hohoho…” laugh that has Evan covering his mouth with his hand to muffle a snort.

Jee goes on to tell him what she wants for Christmas and he spends about an hour talking with other children; all the while he keeps catching Evan staring at him with this awestruck look. He actually has a really good time that day… catches Evan under the mistletoe every chance he gets… and it doesn’t automatically make Tommy love Christmas. But he is 100% sure he loves Evan… and if that means dipping his toes in new things he didn’t care for before he’s willing to do so.

[jakesuit0]

Memory of a Memory Review

Finn and Jake rush to help Marceline at the calling of a wizard. It’s sweet that Finn and Jake run faster when they find out it’s their friend in peril. Finn and Jake show a lot of care for Marcy in this one. We’re at the point where they view Marceline as one of the most important people in their lives. This is really the last episode where Finn and Jake’s relationship with Marceline feels ever-evolving, this is basically the status quo of their dynamic for the rest of the series. The “wizard” knowing to turn to Finn and Jake, implies that Ash has done his research on the current state of Marcy’s life, and has probably been spying on her. Claiming he’s her spirit animal is absurd but funny. It’s an obvious hint that he’s lying, but it’s easy to believe that it could be true in this weird world.

Ash claims he can’t be the one to help Marcy because he has no arms. It’s a funny excuse that works to add more suspicion. Finn and Jake enter Marceline’s memories to erase a sleeping spell. It’s an exciting premise on the face of it, given we still know almost nothing of her backstory. We start at an early point in Marceline’s life, and move mostly in chronological order throughout. We see a destroyed city, our first brief look at the world five or so years after the mushroom bomb dropped. It also serves as confirmation that Marceline lived through the apocalypse. She looks two or three years older than in the “Simon & Marcy” flashbacks, but maybe two years younger then when Simon abandons her. Her age, and possession of Hambo, places it between “Simon & Marcy” and the second flashback in “Everything Stays”. So, where the fuck is Simon? She’s running around all by herself. There’s a couple possible hand waves. Simon could be behind a tree taking a shit. He was at a period of his life where he had less control over the crown, so maybe he flew off on a crown-induced escapade, or purposefully distanced himself when he knew he was going to have an episode. He could also be searching for ways to summon Hunson Abadeer. It’s not exactly canon-shattering, but it's definitely a bit of a continuity error. The crew had some idea that there’s a deeper connection between Ice King and Marceline, as evidenced by hints in “Holly Jolly Secrets” and “Marceline’s Closet” this season, but this scene is clearly a result of them not really having the Simon and Marcy backstory planned yet. The most striking disconnect is little Marcy calling Hambo her “only friend”. In “Betty”, Marceline instead refers to Simon as her only friend during that period of her life. Marceline sews Hambo’s button eye back on, like Simon how sews a button back on Marcy’s overalls in “Simon Petrikov”. Simon must have taught her how to sew in the interceding years. She tells Hambo she’s hurting him because she loves him. This might be a coping mechanism she picked up on from Elise and/or Simon.

Finn and Jake pass by Marceline picking her nose, showing for the first time how gross she can be while by herself. Next we get to see the infamous fry eating incident, and they even got Martin Olson back for this short cameo. Marcy looks a few years older than in “Marcy & Hunson’s” flashback. I don’t think Marcy was with Hunson this whole time, it wouldn’t make sense for them to be on Earth together for a few years. This must have been one of Hunson’s infrequent awkward visits, possibly the first time they saw each other since their reunion in the previously mentioned episode. She may have even gotten the bass axe during this visit. It’s cool seeing Adventure Time already building on its pre established backstory, and they continue this trend in the next memory. Ash helps Marcy move into the treehouse, referencing “Evicted!”.

Next, probably a couple years later, we see Marceline clearly feeling checked out of her relationship. Ash comes home, revealing he sold Hambo to a witch (Maja) to get a new wand. Marceline dumps Ash, and Olivia Olson’s voice acting here is incredible, especially the “it’s over you psycho!”. Marceline dated Ash during a time when her self-esteem was at its lowest, feeling like a monster that didn’t deserve any better. Ash was probably a rebound after her relationship with Bubblegum, probably starting a relationship with him within a few decades of her breakup with PB. Ash and Marceline’s relationship is very uncomfortable to watch. The “Mar Mar” pet name makes me queasy. Ash still somehow manages to have one funny line, saying he didn’t ruin “all” of her life to defend himself. The episode just gives us tiny glimpses into a few parts of Marceline’s life. Later episodes make this up, but it would have been nice to get just another couple memories in this one. It’s funny in hindsight how we skip over all the biggest parts of Marceline’s past (Elise, Simon, the vampires, PB). If this was a later season episode, Simon and Bonnie definitely would have made appearances. 

Finn and Jake jump into the memory core, which has an unbelievably cool design, with white silhouettes over the black background. Each of the memory balls has a corresponding symbol, and I’ll do my best guess to analyze the meaning behind many of them:

-A portal to the Nightosphere: a memory involving Hunson, possibly the events of “It Came From the Nightosphere” -A roll of yarn: the first memory Finn and Jake entered of Marceline sewing Hambo

-A weight: working out after her break up with PB or Ash

-Marceline’s high heels from “Evicted!” and “Henchman”

-A tree: the memory of Marceline moving into the treehouse

-A wolf: her dog Schwabl 

-A snowman: Simon and the ice crown

-The shovel and/or grave: the death of Elise

-A hand: no idea, maybe meeting the tribe of humans in “Everything Stays”?

Finn and Jake return to the physical world, and Ash reveals he had Finn and Jake erase the memory of their breakup. Her memories of moving on from the breakup must have been altered by this too. Ash intends on bringing her back to his place. This is basically just a metaphor for date rape drugging and has to be the most traumatic thing Marceline has experienced in the present timeline of the series. Another sign of abuse is Ash’s negging, with the “that’s a relief” to Marcy saying she’s going to freshen up. 

Jake tracks Ash and Marcy down with his rarely used super-scent. Jake bashing the shed to get Ash’s attention, only to find it's the house of a defenseless goblin, is the funniest joke of the episode. Finn runs in to tell Marceline the truth. Marcy says that Ash doesn’t like her hanging out with “mere mortals”. In addition to showcasing another red flag, controlling who she sees, it provides more context to the time of their relationship. It’s the second Marceline episode in a row where bad people from her past are shown to reinforce Marcy’s past ambivalence to the lives of mortals. She was probably part of the ghost gang from “Heat Signature” shortly before or after her breakup with Ash, more company that reinforced her low self-esteem. 

Finn brings Marceline into his own memories, set inside his childhood home with Joshua and Margaret. We can see Jermaine in one of the pictures. There’s other dogs too, presumably from Joshua and Margaret’s extended family (maybe the grandmother mentioned in “Ignition Point” is one of them). Marceline sees baby Finn perform the “Buff Baby” dance. It’s second only to “Bacon Pancakes” in terms of viral sensation. It’s funny and cute, but a bit overrated. It also shows how young Finn was when he became obsessed with fighting evil. Finn looks a few years older than the flashback in “Memories of Boom Boom Mountain”, but a couple years younger than in “BMO”. Finn showing Marceline his memory of seeing her memory is such a clever solution, foreshadowed by the cleverly named title of the episode. She immediately seems to believe Finn, even before seeing the memory. This shows the trust she’s gained for Finn over the series, and that she has always known that Ash is a terrible person capable of evil. She has a muted reaction to this, but you can tell she is hurt inside. 

They really go all the way with portraying Ash as a stereotypical misogynist, with him literally telling her to get back into the kitchen. He’s a loser who can’t even make his own sandwich. Marceline and Finn beat up Ash, which is a justified response to attempted sexual assault. He’s one of the most sociopathic characters in the series, and the most despised character among the fans. He has his own hatedom. He’s fun to hate, but he’s a good character that provided a great foil to Marceline while showing the reality of how some men behave towards women. Jake stomping him with a giant foot is a perfect ending. The episode follows the route of “It Came From the Nightosphere” in using Marceline as a way to explore trauma more specific to the experience of a young woman or teenage girl. It’s also really nice to get some good Marceline drama that’s not tied to Princess Bubblegum or a parental figure for once. 

Grade: A

[invisibleraven]

Keeping Spirits Bright

Day 21: Party + Greater PolyPhantoms Polycule <=AO3

Kayla stood back and was content to watch the chaos as the kids ran all over the house. It was crazy and she wondered for a bit why they had decided to have a party for their multitude of kids and their friends. But it was the holidays and Carrie had volunteered, so a party they would have. 

Ollie and Kurt, being the oldest, stood off to the side, pretending they were too cool for it all, but they were still gobbling down the treats and faking enthusiasm whenever their siblings shrieked about Santa. 

Danny, Isla, and Shania were playing a giggly game of pin the nose on the reindeer with Willie and Flynn supervising and munching on one of the many cookies Kayla herself had made. Luna, Peter, and baby Gwen were hanging around Julie and Carrie as they chatted while a holiday special played mindlessly on the television. 

Alex was flirting about, checking in with everyone, cleaning up spills and messes as they occurred, breaking up fights and giving hugs as needed. It helped him to keep busy-staved off the worst of the anxiety. 

Luke and Reggie were off tuning instruments for the sing a long later-given almost all of them were musicians, how could they not have one? A lot of the kids who didn’t belong to them were gathered around them, claiming egg shakers, jingle bells, and rhythm sticks as they were offered. 

Kayla’s job was to look out for Santa, which had been a whole other issue. Both Ray and Mitch had wanted to play the jolly old man for their grandkids, but neither could agree who was going to do it. Then Trevor and Caleb caught wind and also threw their hats in the ring for the role. Kayla had thought there might have been an all out fight, and it was only Julie threatening to hire a Santa that they stopped. 

Honestly she wouldn’t be surprised if four Santa’s showed up-though hopefully not because these kids were hyper enough as it is and that could be the tipping point into hysterics. 

Finally a van pulled up, Mitch stepping out in an elf hat and ugly sweater, Ray dressed similarly with his camera bag in tow-might as well get some snaps for all the kids there. Then came Trevor with a pair of felt antlers on his head and a red dot on his nose. For all his failings as a dad, he was trying to be there now, not only for Carrie, but with Peter and Gwen too. Kayla figured his Rudolph-ification was his form of a holly branch. 

Finally, out came Caleb in a sparkly red suit, a Santa hat on his head, grinning. Only he then helped someone from the van-Santa himself, looking fat and jolly. 

But as Santa got closer, Kayla spied a lock of honey coloured curls peeking out of the hat, which she quickly fixed. “Thanks mija,” Santa whispered in a familiar voice. 

“Anything for you Santa,” Kayla said with a wink. “Now you have a very excited audience there, so prepare yourself.” 

With that, she went in, grabbing up the mic to announce the arrival of Jolly Old Saint Nick. Screams went up, and everyone was jumping up and down in excitement-even Reggie, which was too adorable for words. 

The rest went smoothly, with Caleb escorting each kid up, Mitch handing out presents as Ray snapped photos and Trevor gave each kid a candy cane as they went to rip the wrapping paper off. It was all books-Julie figured that would be easy, affordable, and appropriate. 

Thankfully parents started arriving soon after, thanking the lot of them for having the party, and giving them a little break. Wishing various happy holidays as they left, each kid coming down from a sugar high and waving tiredly as they were escorted through the door. 

“Thank gosh they’re gone,” Julie said as she slumped back on the couch. “Next year talk me out of doing this.” 

“We did try this year,” Flynn argued. 

“And last year,” Willie piped up. 

“And the few years before that,” Luke added cheekily.  

“Face it darlin’, you love doing this,” Reggie said, offering her a cupcake. 

“I really do,” Julie admitted. “But you guys are totally in charge of cleaning up.” 

[sunniques]

Heyyyy, happy holidays!! Feeling that Christmas spirit so...

1. woozi giving you a sex toy for Christmas and using it on yourself while he watches. 🤧

2. Getting snowed in with stepbro wonwoo without parents

3. Christmas morning with mingyu, and he has morning wood 🤭

I also think im sick but cross your fingers, guys. I just got through one like last week, like what the freak is my immune system that weak?! UGH, I HAVE A LOVE HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH WINTER.

QOTA: Have a Holly jolly Christmas XOXO, gossip girl 🎀

(Me acting like it's the 25th help 💀)

oh no :( hopefully you get better soon! christmas lasts all of december btw

1 is so crazy because he would be like let me record you and then you end up with this nasty video of woozi jerking off while you fuck yourself with the new toy he got you

2 DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED HE WOULD BE SO CRAZY LIKE JUST FUCK YOU ALL OVER THE HOUSE BECAUSE HE HAS TO KEEP YOU WARM

3 waking him up with head would go crazy. like imagine his cute little whimpers and moans, just thanking u over and over for giving him such a great present

[seaside-writings]

Hello, hello, all you holly jolly people! It is the first day of my “12 Days of Prompts” event and we're starting off with something a little scary.

Every Christmas season there are two horror movies that my family and I watch over and over again. The first one as you can call see is “Krampus” and the second you’ll see later on!

Krampus is by far one of my favorite Christmas movies, I know that sounds strange, but it’s the truth. I love the monster designs, how the characters a portrayed, and how it still feels more like a Christmas movie than a horror movie, even during some of the actual horror parts. Plus, I like that it doesn’t try and take itself too seriously.

So if you haven’t seen it yet, I highly recommend it!

Like always if you do use these prompts please tag me so I can see what you’ve made!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays: Celia ❤💚❄⛄🎄

“It started with the wind, on a cold night, much like this,” - “It's Christmas. Nothing bad is going to happen on Christmas!” - "That's what a family is, baby. People you try to be friends with, even when you don't have a lot in common,” - “You're not thinking of going after that snowplow alone, are you?” “A Shepherd's gotta protect his flock,” - “It's the blizzard, honey, nothing's working right now,” - “They can see dust specks on Mars, but no one noticed a giant blizzard hurtling towards us,” “Well, as soon as the power's back, you can write an angry e-mail to the National Weather Service,” - “I would just be calmer if I knew how we were gonna survive Christmas with 12 people stuck in a house with no hot water, no heat, and no electricity,” - “You know, she and I, we butt heads, but I can't imagine life without her,” Yeah, I know what you mean,” _ “And that night, in the darkness of a howling blizzard… I got my wish,” “Oh, lay off of him! The kid deserves a prize for telling the truth!” - “It's just a scratch,” “Oh, my gosh,” “It looks like something bit you.” “Nope! Probably a bear trap under the snow or something,” “We don't have bears here,” - “Dear Santa, I know I haven't been great this year and I'm sorry for that, but I was really hoping you could help out me and my family this Christmas,” - “So, where’s the nog? I need to get merry,” - “Come on, kids, I'm gonna teach you how to make peppermint schnapps,” - "A little sugar, a little spice, makes everything nice." - "I haven't been this hungover since the Pope died." - “But Krampus didn't take me that night… He left me, as a reminder of what happens when hope is lost, when belief is forgotten… and the Christmas spirit dies,” - “They too had given up. And eventually, so did I,” - “What’s she saying?” “This… This is all our fault… he’s come for us all... He?” - “And for the first time, I didn't wish for a miracle, I wished for them to go away… a wish I would come to regret,” - “I'm old enough to know when life is coming at me with its pants down,” - "Listen, why don't we just leave? Right? We can all pile in the truck and we'll just see as far as we can get, and we can pick up-” “The truck's gone,” - “And I just wanna say I’m sorry for… thinking you’re such a spineless dick all these years,” - “Poor bastard must have sailed clear through,” “Looks more like the opposite,” “What’d you mean?” “The glass is punched in,” - “Don't suppose you got me a backup generator for Christmas, did you?” “Yeah, it's under the tree next to your ties and underwear,” - “Blah blah blah. Bullshit, bullshit. Ah, here we go, the wishlist!” - “Enough with the sappy crap, let's open up the damn presents,” - “See? Let them out of your sight for one second, and boom, shotgun wedding,” “Can you not, please,” “Well, you ought to know,” - “What did you see up there?” “You don't wanna know, sweetheart,” "Honey, I just got my ass kicked by a bunch of Christmas cookies, so trust me when I tell you I can take it!" - “It's not starting! It's not starting! Why isn't it starting!?”

“I think our best bet is to stay put, board up all the doors and windows, and as soon as the weather breaks, we'll go find her,”

“Hey, asshole! I take back my wish, I take it all back! Give me back my family!” - “I, um-- I just wanna say thanks for, uh, you know, saving my ass back there,” - “Twisted fairytale horseshit!!” - "I've hunted a lot of game in my day, those are hooves. Big ones too. Could be an elk or a goat,” What kind of goat walks on its hind legs? - “How much ammo do you have?” “A couple shells still loaded, maybe a dozen in my pocket. Why?” - “What? “She said we're screwed,” - “They had forgotten the spirit of Christmas, the sacrifice of giving. And my family was no different,” - “And as he had for thousands of years, Krampus came not to reward, but to punish, not to give, but to take,” - “I tried to help them to believe again, but we were no longer the loving family I remembered,” - “I knew Saint Nicholas was not coming this year. Instead, it was a much darker, more ancient spirit. The shadow of Saint Nicholas. It was Krampus,” - “I just wanted Christmas to be like it used to be, but forget it! I hate Christmas! I hate all of you!” - “Evil Santa? She’ll be yammering about a rabid Easter Bunny come Spring,” - “What are we gonna tell the kids?” “I don't know. The truth?” “Sure, which version of it?” - “Yeah, well, you know-- she always gets a little weird around Christmas,” - “Baby, please don't do this, listen, we can figure something else out,” “This is how I figure things out,” - “You had mom's angel this whole time?” “Yeah, I thought you knew,” “No,” - “It was almost Christmas, but this Christmas was darker, less cheerful. But I still believed in Santa, in magic and miracles, and the hope that we could find joy again,” - “I'm sorry, I just wanted Christmas to be like it used to be,” - “Our village had given up on miracles, and on each other,” - “Remember we used to fight over who got to place her?” “Yeah, you fought dirty, I still have the scars,” “Where do you think my girls get it from?” - “I don't like this,” “Whoever did this is a demented son of a bitch,” - “Come on, come on, please,” “I'm trying! I don't even know how to drive a stick! We have a hybrid! - “The snowplow?” “The keys were in the ignition-” “And it was beat to hell!’ “But if it runs, I drive it back here, and then everyone piles in the car and follows while I clear a path in front of us,” “And go where?” “The mall doubles as an emergency shelter, and if it's empty, we'll try the police station,” “And what if they're gone too?” “Then we keep driving till we see lights or people, plowed road, somewhere safe for the kids,” “And then we bring help back here,” - “I think it's panicking, trying to get outside,” “Well, we boarded everything up,” - “What are you doing? We've got four other kids here to protect,” - “It's not what you do, it's what you believe, and what you've given up," - “I think all this might be my fault,” - “What are we gonna do now?” “We keep the fire hot,” - “Oh, hey, there you are! Hey, kiddo. we thought the sugarplum fairies may have gotten you,” - “Everybody, hold on to each other,” - “Be good,” - “Wow, what's this all about?” “It's nothing just… merry Christmas,” “Merry Christmas to you too, baby,”

[catsvrsdogscatswin]

Higurashi Month 2024, Day 20: Jolly

Higurashi Month prompts archive: AO3 

"Have a holly, jolly Christmas; it's the best time of the year," Mion sang along to the schmaltzy English music piping through the busted-up old speaker set Rena had won at last Watanagashi's auction. She was currently on a ladder, fastening a glittering gold strand of tinsel in a swath across the classroom. "I don't know, if there'll be snow; but have a cup of cheer."

"Mew, there will definitely be snow," Rika chirped as she surfaced from a cardboard box, her arms filled with more tinsel in trembling gold and silver points. True to her words, the drifts outside were piled so high that the bottom few inches of the windows were under the snowline.

"Well, maybe they sing this where it's more of a toss-up," Mion replied, climbing down the ladder a few steps to receive her next garland. "Like Great Britain, or somewhere."

"Have a holly, jolly Christmas," the speakers continued cheerfully. "And when you walk down the street, say hello, to friends you know-"

"I still think we should've put on a pageant," Rena pouted as she and Keiichi worked to hang ornaments –both glass and otherwise– on the tree.

"You just wanted to see Hanyuu in a sparkly white robe," he said, scoffing and rolling his eyes as he hung a reflective red ball.

"Hau, hauhau…" Hanyuu whimpered fretfully, seeing the glint in Rena's eyes from where she was arranging cottonball fake snow around the Christmas village they'd made atop some conjoined desks.

"Oooooh-ho, the mistletoe~!" Shion sang in chiming tones, slamming the door open with a plastic shopping back full of greenery dangling from her other hand.

"-hung where you can see. Some-body waits for you; kiss her once for me-"

"You got the goods?" Satoko asked, perking up from where she was weaving evergreen boughs together.

"She's got good timing, that's for damn sure," Mion said, shuffling the ladder a few meters to the side and starting to climb again.

Shion grinned and flicked a lock of hair over her shoulder.

"I have indeed got the special, sent-away-for, real-life mistletoe plant bunches. And my timing was merely a fortuitous coincidence from one favored by Christmas," she replied smugly, making the others let out a plethora of irritated groans.

"Just because you used to go to a Catholic school, sis-"

"It's not favoritism if she just knows more about it-"

"Keiichi-kun lived in Tokyo! If anyone's favored, it's him."

"Yeah, I've seen the commercialized stuff! That's where the real spirit of the holiday is!"

"-oh by golly have a holly, jolly Christmas, this year!"

[tgon]

Ghosts of Fear Street, Fright Christmas | Review

Title: Ghosts of Fear Street #15 – Fright Christmas Author: Stephen Roos (as by R.L. Stine) Cover Artist: John Youssi

INTRODUCTION

The cover artwork got my hopes up. Never before has Silent Night looked so loud loud loud! Unfortunately the plot is less interesting. The ghostwriter must have organized a White Elephant Plot Exchange, because the entire story is lifted from A Christmas Carol. It’s safe to assume R.L. Stine forgot this book exists, too, because he penned his own adaptation of the Dickens classic in 2017 entitled Young Scrooge.

I was fully prepared to skip this book. Bah humbug. But last night I was visited by The Ghost Of Christmas Past. The spectre said unto me, “Fright Christmas had an audiobook adaptation in 1997 starring Kieran Culkin. This wasn’t the most successful Christmas project for the Culkins, but skipping it could be seen as an insult. If they have the power to put a star in Hollywood Boulevard for Macaulay, think about how easily they could put you in the ground!”

Well, I’ve had a sudden change of heart. Let’s give this book a chance! One last toast to has-been ghosts, the review will be soon.

STORY REVIEW

Kenny Frobisher is less of a “peace on earth” guy and more of a “piece of work” guy. When his sister visits Santa in the mall, Kenny spoils the occasion by calling it all fake. He even rips Mall Santa’s beard off! Maybe Kenny is banking on the resale value of coal. Anyways, Kenny wisely dips out after the beard stunt sparks a child riot. He sneaks into a secret control room, pushing past a big sign that says DANGER! KEEP OUT! So maybe Kenny is also banking on the resale value of Darwin Awards.

Kenny decides to flip some random switches, which was quality entertainment in a pre-internet America. This great plan backfires when Kenny locks himself in. Kenny fears that the ghostwriter is copying another story from the 1840s ⁠— until the door mysteriously creaks open. He emerges to discover an abandoned mall. He must have stayed past closing time. Or maybe he timetraveled to the early 2020s.

Santa rises from the shadows, but this fella ain’t holly-jolly. He looks ticked. Truly chilling. If that doesn’t scare you, have you considered SANTA is an anagram for SATAN? Truly chilling. Kenny yanks down on Santa’s beard, but this one doesn’t detach. Uh oh. Santa reprimands Kenny for his naughtiness and warns that the boy will be visited by three spirits. Kenny flees to Dalby’s Department Store, which is a cute bit of continuity, as this store is an important location in the main Fear Street series. Kenny decides it’s a super good time to nap on one of the luxury beds. Yes he’s trapped in a mall and haunted by ghosts, but it’s 8:59 (PM!!) and he’s sleepy, dagnabbit.

Kenny wakes up to the revving of a motorcycle. He meets an intimidating biker named Night Watchman. The guy claims he’s been watching Kenny all the time, but I guess “All Hours Watchman” doesn’t sound cool. This dude shows Kenny a flashback, a day when Kenny bullied some kid named “Tiny Timmy” in front of the whole school. Of course, Kenny enjoys revisiting this memory. To keep his grip on the situation, Night Watchman simply rams Kenny with his bike. Truly an underrated rhetorical strategy.

Eyes snapping open, Kenny finds himself back in the department store. The bed has been torn to shreds. He meets a wintery ghost named Ice Man. This fixes a huge problem in the original Dickens story: the total lack of wrestler-style character names. Ice Man whisks Kenny away to show him how the Frobishers are handling Christmas Eve without their son. Kenny’s sister seems pretty upset, but Mr. Frobisher offers helpful advice such as

“These things happen, honey.”

Think that sounds cold? Turns out, the family is only sad because their dog is lost. They haven’t even noticed Kenny is gone. I guess if you live on Fear Street, you develop an Oregon Trail mindset. Sometimes we have two kids, sometimes we have one kid, oh well what can you do.

Kenny is woken once more, this time by techno lights and crazy music, and he finds himself in an open grave. After all, you can’t spell GRAVE without RAVE. There’s also an unknown figure skulking around above him. Kenny pleas for help, but the figure turns out to be a hooded ghost. The spooky dude points a skeleton-finger at Kenny, and a hoard of ghost kids descend on our protagonist. Oh my God, they killed Kenny!

Back in the mall again, an electrician shakes Kenny awake. The boy fell asleep in the control room. Feeling a sudden change of heart, he buys a gift for his sister. When Kenny gets home, the family dog has indeed gone missing, just like in his dream. Luckily, Tiny Timmy happened to catch the dog and returns it, upgrading him to Regular Timmy. But then Timmy reveals a spooky skeleton-finger, signifying that he was the mysterious ghost from Kenny’s dream. I made a visual aid to convey the terror.

THE VERDICT

If you’d like to create your own adaptation of A Christmas Carol, it might be beneficial to follow this simple set of rules: Don’t.

So concludes our third Biennial Holiday Special. Maybe by 2025, Elon Musk will buy this blog for billions of dollars and replace me with an AI. If you don’t want me replaced by a robot (or maybe you chuckled while reading this entry), feel free to leave a like or drop a message.

BEST QUOTE

“Sorry, Kenny,” Dad said softly. “We were reading A Christmas Carol. I know how you hate it.” “Not anymore, Dad,” I said, […] “I love it! It’s one of my favorite stories now!”

Why? At what point was that experience anything other than traumatizing?

[bostonxbelle]

Day 3: Christmas Drabble

Christmas was a tough subject. It wasn’t a holiday that she particularly liked to celebrate. When she was little Christmas was everything a Christmas should be at least in her eyes it was. After losing her mother Christmas was just too hard. Her mother had always made the holiday so special. Even the traditions that had passed on through her side of the family she tried to pass on to Aurora. Everything from putting a candle in the window, boxes of biscuits (you had to eat one layer at a time, you couldn’t skip), going to midnight mass, having a wreath of holly on the door, writing letters to Daidí na Nollag (Santa Claus) but there was always something so special about what went on the top of the tree. It was something that had been passed down through generations and Aurora has always loved hearing the story behind it.

This year would be different. Before Aurora would lock herself away until after Christmas was over, it was just easier that way. Once she got back together with Oliver and the two became husband and wife everything changed. They had their own traditions and she loved to decorate their home when they were home for Christmas or she would decorate and take pictures to send to him before she would leave to come on tour while she was on Christmas break from school. Her spirit had even become JOLLY. She wanted to make their time together special. She had even gotten a tree. She knew that he was in rehearsals at the moment so she wanted to do a little something to bring the Christmas spirit to the hotel room that they were staying in.

She was happily humming along to some Christmas music as she fluffed out the tree. She was completely in her own little world. She had just finished putting the lights on and the last of the ornaments. She stepped back looking at her handy work. It was missing something. She smiled softly as she looked at the box that was on the table. It had her mother’s handwriting on it, in perfect cursive.  ANGEL. This was really special. It was something that had come from Ireland through several generations. It was one of the few things that Aurora had been able to keep that belonged to her mother. It had been years since she had opened the box but she figured that now was as good a time as any. The tree was definitely a lot taller than she was. She got a little teary eyed as she opened the box and held the angel in her hands. It still looked the same as it did the last time her mother had put it on the top of the tree.

She went to the little step stool that she had been using. She smiled as she went up the stool and gently set it on top of the tree. Making sure that it was secure she took a few steps back and admired her handy work. As she did, she felt a pair of arms circle around her waist. Smiling she leaned back and looked up at him.  “Looks like someone got busy while I was gone.” She nodded her head in response. “Even though we aren’t home I just wanted us to have a little bit of Christmas magic here with us.” She turned to face him. “What else have you been up to while I was gone?” She smirked, a playful glint was present in her eyes. “Nothing….nothing at all.” He laughed. “I know you better than you think I do, Mrs. Hendrix. You are up to something.” “I am not up to anything. I swear, Mr. Hendrix.” He shook his head. “Now I know you are definitely up to something.” She smirked as they stood in the doorway to the little living area of their hotel room. “Look up.”

“How did you get that up there?” She leaned in closer. “ I had some help.Would it would be wrong if we wasted that mistletoe?” He shook his head. “You are lucky that I..” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before she pressed her lips to his. She pulled back slowly. “Now what were you saying?” “You know I don’t remember….someone distracted me.” She pressed her forehead against his. “Oh really?” “Don’t play innocent with me.” “Who said I was innocent?” He smiled. “Good point….maybe we should..” She put a finger to his lips. “Just kiss me.” 

[analexthatdoesntexist]

this one is long, brace yourself, i got very invested in this prompt.

Agreeing with the other rebloggers, Swap would probably be the best fit for Sansta. Super enthusiastic, gets around quick, probably planned the entire operation BEFORE December because he was THAT prepared even if he didn't get picked. His brother asks what he's doing at 11 PM only to be told "TRAINING TO BECOME SANTA CLAUS" with 0 elaboration. Only downside is that Swap probably isn't the stealthiest or quietest. You wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of him "sneaking" around and going "ho ho ho" because of how dedicated he is to playing the role, and then he bumps into a table because it's dark, and then he turns on a light because he forgets people are supposed to be asleep, and then he spends the next 5 minutes admiring the cookies you laid out for him because he finds them "so magnificently thoughtful" while also debating if he should eat the cookies or leave them because he's going to be given a lot of cookies and maybe it isn't a good idea to eat all of them but also is that rude to do...?

Christmas morning, you find stale tacos where your plate of cookies were. The glass of milk is literally missing. Sansta took your damn glass.

As for the WORST Sansta... It's gotta be Nightmare.

Imagine falling asleep on the couch by the Christmas tree only to be waken up with a wave of pure DREAD hitting you. Imagine watching pitch black, eldritch tentacles pour out of your chimney, your christmas tree decaying and the lights strung around it flickering out as an entity wearing a stained, deteriorating santa costume slithers into your house. Watch it slowly place down boxes with torn wrapping paper covered in a strange, black substance that seems to be eating away at the box as if your present is covered in acid, and then, then it looks over, realizing you're still awake and watching it.

You should have been asleep.

You WILL be going to sleep.

Nightmare, while not wanting to take on this stupid task originally, realized just how much potential and freedom he could exploit when working as the holly jolly fat man. If unaware of the wheel and who Sansta is, Sanses who are expecting a worry-free, cheerful night to wake up from to presents and a festive spirit will delightfully have their spirits CRUSHED when they realize this year's Sansta is giving them horrid nightmares, spoiling their milk, and drinking all of their leftover eggnog.

And if he sees you awake?

He'll make sure you won't tell anyone you saw him.

Prompt: Every year, Ink spins a giant wheel to pick out one Sans to be that year’s Sansta, who must then buy and deliver presents to everyone else. If the chosen Sansta refuses, they are turned into an ice statue until next year and the wheel is spun again.

- It can be any Sans (including Ink) as long as they celebrate Gyftmas and are aware of the multiverse

- They have a budget of $50 per Sans and the month of December to buy and deliver everything

- The presents must not cause direct harm to the recipient

- They must wear a comedically humiliating Sansta outfit at all times when delivering presents

Who do you think would be the best and worst? What chaos would arise? Funniest answers get drawn in a Sansta outfit.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Yandere Platonic Young Justice celebrating Christmas with the reader (headcanons)

Yandere Young Justice Celebrating Christmas w/ Their Darling!Reader (platonic)

Christmas (along with other holidays) would become all the more important to the team as a whole once their darling has entered their lives. Especially if it’s their first Christmas with their darling or their darling is very much into the Christmas spirit. Either way everyone would want to make it as special as possible, something all of them can happily remember and fondly look back on. They’re going all out cause of course their darling deserves the best of the best after all.

The team would all be extremely overwhelmed when it came to gifts for their their darling. They each want to get the perfect one and also maybe one up each other a little or a lot *cough* Wally, Dick, and Artemis *cough* Each of the members would have their own means of trying to figure out what to get you. Whether it’s just plain asking you or spying on you even more than usual to get an idea of something.

M’gann would be one of the more confident ones in the present she got for you, she can get in your mind after all so therefore she would have the most knowledge of what you would want. And if she feels particularly generous she might share what you were most looking forward to or really wanting with the others. Dick and Wally are a few others who would be confident in their gifts for you only to second guess themselves last minute and go out of their way to get you more. A majority of them would end up getting you more than one gift, even if they had all already agreed on only gifting one present to you and each other. Like, sure everyone else went through with getting one gift for everyone but of course their precious darling had to be an exception.

Kaldur and Connor (especially if this is his first Christmas in general) would probably end up being the only ones to stick with the one gift rule. Speaking of rules, there would be ground rules for spending Christmas with their darling, as there are usually set rules amongst the team when concerning their darling at all but to say they actually go through with following them is debatable.

A one gift rule would have been one of the first ones brought up amongst the group, especially if it was their first Christmas with their darling. They wouldn’t want to overwhelm you with too much (especially when it came to you getting gifts for them) but then again they also want to spoil you with what all you deserve and make the most of the holly jolly day so of course some exceptions would be made. Whether that’s actually been communicated to the others or not is dependable on who we’re specifically talking about.

Another big rule made amongst the team would be ‘Absolutely and utterly no mistletoes for any reason!’ Whether they’re celebrating small with just you and each other or there’s a much bigger celebration going on with others (in particular with strangers or at least people the team aren’t familiar or acquainted with), any and all mistletoes in sight would be immediately dealt with. Wally would be speeding around the entire place pulling down and getting rid of whatever mistletoes he crosses paths with. God forbid anyone were to end up under a mistletoe with their darling, especially if said person purposely lured their darling under said mistletoe. All hell would break loose and hands are being thrown.

When it does come to decorating and preparing to spend Christmas with their darling the team has every intention of going all out. Although they would be torn between decorating everything before their darling can, just having it all be ready for them and overall surprising them or they also really look forward to decorating together with their darling and getting to spend even more time with them and have some good ol’ wholesome fun together.

It probably ends up with the team going all out putting lights and displays up, along with some knick-knacks here and there but they save decorating the Christmas tree for when you get there so you all can do that together like a happy family. To be honest it’s a pretty chaotic mess that they couldn’t be more appreciative of you not being there to bare witness to it. It would be their luck though that you end up walking right in on the mess they end up making in the process. No matter how organized and planned they were going into it that’s not exactly the result you’re greeted to. Like, sure it was all going good in the beginning but of course it had to get competitive. But eventually they’ll get it together, most definitely with your support and encouragement helping them along the way.

When it comes to decorating the Christmas tree, the team is all in silent agreement that they won’t mess this part up, especially since you’re there with them this time around. Everyone is trying to be as careful as possible, not only in handling all the ornaments, garland, and lights (+maybe the strings of popcorn depending) but also by not getting competitive and trying to make a game out of one upping each other for your attention or something of the sort like they usually do. And for the most part it goes well even with a few slight moments of showing off, particularly on Zatanna’s part. She was having a little too much fun using her powers on a few of the decorations, especially doing so to make you laugh or look on in awe.

Once everything else is taken care of and all the decorations are in their places it’s time to put the star or angel on the tree and they all want you to be the one to do so. Whether you’re tall enough to reach on your own or not, Connor would lift you up nonetheless to place the tree topper where it goes. After that’s done there’s a few silent moments of everyone proudly marveling at their handiwork and taking it all in.

After that would be going through all the baking and cooking that’ll be taking place. The decorating wouldn’t just stop at the Christmas tree, no there are still lots of cookies and what not to get to. If you thought the decorating and competitiveness before was a mess then you haven’t seen anything yet. There will be competitions to see who can create the best gingerbread house or who can decorate the cookies the best. Or who can make the most cookies/sweets. There will definitely be a challenge to see who could decorate the best cookie version of their darling, it’s probably the most serious any of them take a competition and everyone is involved in it. But no matter what everyone else were to do or make, if their darling were to go out of their way to decorate cookies that looked like all of them or something like that it would be the cutest/bestest thing in the whole world to each of them. There may even be some tearing up at the the whole thing but definitely lots of gushing over it and their darling.

There will most definitely be a sleepover on Christmas Eve just so it’s all the easier for them to be with you on Christmas Day. That way they can spend every waking moment with you from start to finish. Also, there’s no doubt that someone picked out matching outfits for everyone to where, whether they’re pajamas or ugly sweaters everyone is going to wear them and be happy about it (it may be a little forced depending on who came up with the idea but it’s the thought that counts, right). Now, if their darling was the one to have picked out matching outfits for everyone then it would be genuinely, willingly, and graciously accepted. The team will rock their new pajamas or sweaters all day long and we’ll after Christmas is over with.

When Christmas Day finally rolls around and it’s time to exchange/open up presents everyone is anxiously awaiting their darling’s reactions to their respective gifts. With all the worrying, second guessing and overthinking all the team members had been dealing with they completely hadn’t thought about the fact that they would also be receiving gifts from their darling. Given that a few, if not most, of the members had thrown the one gift rule out when it came to their darling it wouldn’t be a surprise if their darling felt bad for not getting more gifts for them after seeing all the ones they got, resulting in the others feeling guilty for making their darling feel bad. They would all vehemently reassure their darling that it was more than fine and that the amount of gifts wasn’t the point of celebrating or Christmas in general. In fact it was about being able to spend it with each other (mainly just their darling) and getting to make more memories together as a whole.

When I say that everyone on the team would absolutely cherish the ever loving hell out of whatever their darling got them, I mean it. No matter how small it is or what it is, as long as it came from their darling and they thought of the respective team member when they were getting it then that’s all that matters. If the gift were to have been homemade then you can bet your sweet lasagna that it will be treated with the utmost care and utterly adored. I will say though that if some gifts happened to be homemade and the rest were not then the ones who received the homemade gifts would be rubbing it in the others faces.

Of course there would be a snowball fight at some point. It would all start out as harmless fun but eventually get a little out of hand. Like every time before there will be a fight or competition started by one or a few of the team members and it’ll end up with Kaldur, M’gann or Zatanna taking their darling out of the cross fire and off to do something much more calm and relaxing like building a snowman or making snow angels while the others sort out their beef.

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 5: Christmas Boops

Summary: Most of the 11th Street Kids get into the holiday spirit except you and Harcourt due to your rigid past on missions during Christmas time. But that doesn't stop Leota and Adrian from decorating headquarters to get you out of your Scrooge funk.

Author Note: Adrian Chase X Fem Reader, Y/N, 11th Street Kids, A.R.G.U.S., Hallmark Channel level fluff, Explicit language/Cussing/Swearing, Celebrating Christmas, Christmas carol/song references, Mentions of multi-cultural holidays includes Hanukkah & Kwanzaa, Alcohol consumption, Implied nudity & sex, Karate Kid, The Grinch, Scrooge, Elf, Polar Express, & Christmas Vacation movie references.

No dogs were harmed or embarrassed during the making of this fanfic.

Italics indicate character thoughts & flashbacks

**The first Freddie Stroma gif chosen is how I imagine Adrian's face after reader 'boops' his nose**

**Second Freddie Stroma gif is obviously when female reader showers with Adrian. You're welcome**

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The ground once covered in fallen leaves quickly became a blanket of white as winter approached. You and Harcourt lost your lust for Christmas a long time ago. Probably has a lot to do with working for the government since you were overseas for quite a few of them and Emilia working for the gender bend ‘Scrooge’ herself (Amanda Waller) at A.R.G.U.S.  

Adrian and Leota, on the other hand, found this time of year to be thrilling. Adebayo and her wife, Keeya, had a whole wardrobe for their Yorkie, Emerson, dedicated to the season.

“He has the costume from the movie ‘Elf,’ of course Santa Claus…Oh! And there’s one that’s a Christmas tree where the lights actually turn on!”

Leota explained to Adrian while each of them carried a huge box of Christmas decorations and placed them on her desk.

The level of emotion about Emerson’s Christmas ensemble had yours and Emilia’s eyes rolling but had Adrian matching Leota’s excitement tenfold.

“No way!! I have got to see that!” Exclaimed Adrian.

“It’s bad enough that your dog is the size of a squirrel, but to also dress him up like a doll? He probably plans ways to off himself every day because of that, you know?” John said to Leota.

Leota rolled her eyes at Economos.

“I’ll have you know, he loves his outfits.” She stated.

“It’s not a real dog if they’re no bigger than a football.” Peacemaker interjected.

Economos snickered as Leota flashed her middle finger at Chris.

Harcourt shook her head and smirked. You stretched and released an evident yawn to showcase your lack of interest in the topic.

Adebayo turned and looked at you upon hearing your dramatic yawning.

“I beg your pardon, are we boring you?” She asked you sarcastically.

“She doesn’t like Christmas.” Adrian answered. “She’s my sexy little Grinch.” He proclaimed affectionately.

“I see,” Leota replied, “Well, even the Grinch eventually liked Christmas at the end of the movie!” She sang cheerfully as she sashayed across the room and draped a red, sparkly garland around your neck like a scarf.

Adrian chuckled, looking at you like a shimmering spectacle.

You gave her an exasperated look, “Don’t worry Adebayo, I won’t interfere with your Christmas spirit. I just choose not to participate, that’s all. Commence hollying and jollying.” You said with a weak smile, turning to your laptop.

Leota and Adrian continued to filter through the boxes, practically squealing as they discover a plethora of holiday decorations as they dig deeper.

~~~~~~~~

By the end of the day, Adrian and Leota had headquarters dripping in yuletide garnishing.

“Well? What do you guys think??” Adrian asked.

The four of you reviewed the area covered in half blinking, half burnt out Christmas lights, paper Mache cut into snowflakes hanging from the ceiling panels, different color sparkling garland lining the windows, and creepy Santa, snowman, and elf animatronic dolls that looked possessed scattered around the room. They even managed to have a Menorah and a Kwanzaa Kinara candle holder placed on each of the two filing cabinets, each baring all the proper colored candles. Leota even had a Polar Express replica traveling around beneath the starless Christmas tree.

“Not gonna lie, it looks pretty fuckin’ good, you guys.” Chris admitted.

Leota and Adrian beamed at each other bumping fists triumphantly.

“Yeah, definitely looks like Buddy the elf made his way in here.” John said.

Everyone chuckled together. Even Emilia smirked at Economos’ comment.

You only smiled so you wouldn’t be such a Debbie downer and ruin Adrian or Leota’s proud moment like you promised.

Adrian looked over at you, most likely waiting for your feedback. As he looked at you, so did the rest of the group. You blankly look back at everyone. You were genuinely clueless.

“Um, what?” You asked them.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Leota asked.

“Oh!” You say finally catching on.

“Well…” you take another look around the room. Adrian and Adebayo waited eagerly on your response.

You were genuinely at a loss for words. Your distain for Christmas outweighed your ability to pretend to like it. You felt a knot form in your chest, trying hard to swallow it down as it started to rise into your throat. It felt like an eternity trying to come up with a response heartfelt enough to satisfy Leota and Adrian’s expectations. Afterall, they did work really hard on the place, so you didn’t want to hurt their feelings by any means.

You released a deep exhale, “It’s everything what Christmas should be. It’s definitely going to be a shame to take it down after the holidays.” You finally managed to say.

Leota started clapping and jumping in place squealing with joy.

“I knew we’d get you into the holiday mood!!” She ran over and hugged you so hard you almost fell off your chair.

You struggled to laugh. “Uh, yeah… right, Leota…… ACK!!”

You grunted feeling extra weight bare down on you. Adrian had jumped and embraced you and Leota in an unexpected group hug.

Harcourt had began videoing the three of you from her phone when she saw Adrian make a running start towards you and Leota. Everyone was laughing enjoying the moment.

“Maybe this isn’t so bad.” You thought to yourself as you couldn’t breathe from all the weight sitting on top of you.

~~~~~~~~

The following weekend, the group decided to have a little holiday gathering at O’Rourke’s. You all pile in together on a cold Friday evening as flurries fell from the night sky. Chris without hesitation ordered up a round of drinks.

As the hours passed, the majority of you get rowdier as you play another one of Chris’ suggested drinking games. This game was Christmas themed of course. The bar had a different holiday movie playing on each of the flat screens, and Chris said anytime one of you notices a Santa hat appearing in the scene, that person calls out ‘Ho! Ho! Ho!’ as they point to three separate people (basically calling each of them a ‘hoe’) at the table and they have to drink.

Economos and Adrian ended up drinking more since John was very delayed catching any Santa hats, and Adrian just distracted by looking at you dreamily the whole night wearing a low cut red V-neck.

You look at him and whistle at him.

“Hey, buddy, my face is up here.” You say tilting his chin up making his eyes meet yours.

He snickered guiltily having been caught staring at your chest.

“I can’t help it! They’re perfect.” He declared.

You shake your head smiling.

“Well, I’m glad you think so.” He leaned in and gave you a clumsy peck bumping your nose quite hard.

“Ook, I think it’s time to go, Adrian.” You announced rubbing your nose.

“Yeah, I gotta get back to Keeya and the pups.” Leota checked her watch.

Everyone threw money on the table to pay the tab and exited the bar.

Everyone going their way to their car, you take the keys to the Vigilante-mobile and get Adrian into the passenger seat.

“Where’s the steering wheel?” Adrian asked.

You laugh, “It’s in front of me. I’m driving.” You told him.

“Ahhhhh.” He said booping your nose. “You’re cute.”

He placed the palm of his hand on the side of your cheek cradling your face. He musingly looked into your eyes, a wave of adoration pulsing through his veins. You leaned into his hand putting your hand on his. His touch sent a surge through your body.

“Let’s get home so I can love on you properly.” You said finally.

~~~~~~~~

As you drive past the park, Adrian suddenly perked up and demanded you to stop the car.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT!! Stop here!!” He shouted making your heart jump.

“What the actual fuck, Adrian??” You stop the car. “What’s wrong??”

He said nothing opening the door and started running towards the monumental water fountain in the middle of the park.

“Um, Adrian?” You call after him.

“Come on, Y/N!” He yelled back at you.

You get out of the car and run after him.

He stopped by the fountain in front of a fresh layer of fallen snow.

“Adrian?” You asked out of breath as you reach him.

“Ready?” He asked.

You look around you, confused.

“For?” You asked.

Adrian turned around and fell backwards onto the snow on the ground behind him.

“Holy shit!” You gasped, “Are you that drunk?”

“Snow angel!” He chirped at you, like it was obvious.

He started to move his arms and legs in a Vitruvian Man motion creating the angel shape beneath him on the ground.

You watched him awestruck…and slightly annoyed.

“You almost put me into cardiac arrest because you wanted to make a snow angel? Really?” You asked.

“Really really! Now get down here and make one with me!” He said disregarding your irritability.

“No, Adrian. It’s too cold and we’ve been drinking-“

You suddenly feel your feet kicked up from underneath you. You hit the ground hard as the air you did have left in your lungs was forced out as you land on your back next to your boyfriend. You cough a few times trying to allow your brain to catch up to the fact that Adrian had just swept your legs with his foot to get you on the ground with him.

“Did…did you just..?” you began to ask.

“Sweep the leg? Yep! Now that you’re down here, start angel-ing!” He replied with a tinge of pride in his voice.

You cannot believe he just took you out at the leg to get you on the ground to make a snow angel.

“Christ, the level of insanity…” You muse to yourself.

Nonetheless, you began to move your arms head to waist while closing and separating your legs to make the angel, obliging Adrian’s request.

He looked at you and smiled.

“Look at you! Being all Christmasy as fuck!” He gleamed.

He rolled over on top of you, pulling your face up to his, kissing you quite sloppily.

You giggle into his mouth.

“You are crazy, Adrian Chase!” You pull away to say as you continue to laugh.

He hovered over you, exploring your face with admiration.

You gazed back at him, his green eyes putting you under his love spell. And the smile his lips curl into when he looks at you that way has your heart melting every time.

You pulled him back down for another kiss.

The kiss so intense with passion you couldn’t even feel the cold you both are still laying in.

Adrian pulled back.

“See? The holidays don’t have to be bad.” He said with a proud smile stroking your hair.

You roll your eyes, “Yeah I guess this year is different since you’re around.” You say smiling back.

He booped your nose again and stood up pulling you along with him.

“Let’s go home and take a nice hot shower. Then, hot chocolate while watching some holiday movies! Starting with Christmas Vacation!” He said gleefully.

You walked side by side as he held your waist to make way towards the Sebring. He pulled you in tight against him to keep you warm, and to make sure you didn’t slip.

“And by hot shower I mean together.” He whispered into your ear.

“Of course.” You said booping his nose.

So Leota was right, you found your holiday spirit. This was how your Christmases were going to be from now on…

A little bit of second hand multi-cultural decoration, a side of alcohol with the 11th Street Kids, and a little nonsexual tussle with Adrian to get you to make snow angels mixed with sexual tussling after some hot chocolate.

This was the beginning of your Christmas tradition with Adrian, and now you will always have a reason to look forward to the holiday’s thanks all of them.

~~~~~~~~

[ramp-it-up]

“I don’t care about tradition, you try and get me to kiss you under the mistletoe and I will punch you” Chris evans The Evans household on Christmas ❤️💚❤️💚

Holly Jolly Christmas

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader (How I Met Your Father au)

Word Count: 350

Warnings: 18+ as always; Language, a nose punch, individuals drunk on sugar and alcohol.

A/N: Thanks for this ask, my Sweet! 😘 This little ditty popped right out. I know I agreed that this song would go with Jake, but… we’re flowing here. Hope you like it love! #DJsHolidayVisit

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“I don’t care about tradition, you try and get me to kiss you under the mistletoe and I will punch you. “

You were in the kitchen when the threat was made, so you didn’t know anything about your husband making a move on your best friend.

The twins were 6 years old and running around the house like maniacs on Christmas Eve. They’d had holiday punch and cookies and eggnog, entirely too much sugar.

But your house was loaded with love and laughter and holiday spirit and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

“OW! SHIT! FUCK! WHAT’D YOU DO THAT FOR?!!?”

Wynn and CJ were yelling “SHIT, FUCK, SHIT, FUCK” and jumping on the couch while Chris was holding his nose.

“Scott, can you get the kids,” you gestured as you made your way over to Kit and Chris.

“What the hell happened?”

“Oooooh Mommy said Helll!”

Wynn’s eyes were wide and CJ was shocked and silent. You rolled your eyes.

“Where was this reaction when your father said… never mind.”

You looked back at your husband and your best friend.

“Well?”

“I told dude bro I wasn’t kissing him under the mistletoe when I got here.”

You looked at Chris.

“What? It was just a kiss on the cheek. Scott dared me!”

Chris pointed at his younger brother.

You looked at Scott.

“Look at it this way. If she broke his nose, he can finally get more character parts.”

“Oh. I want a cut of your up-charge if it wins you an Oscar, dude.” Kit was thinking of the potential.

You looked around the room and concluded that you were the only sober adult within 20 feet.

“C’mon, DeNiro. Let’s get you some ice.”

“Can I get some hot cocoa with marshmallows too. With Bailey’s?”

Chris stage whispered.

“Yes, Dear. Hold your head back.”

You helped Chris pinch his nose as you led him to the bathroom.

“How about a little Christmas head while we’re at it?”

Chris grinned at you as the blood dripped from his face.

It was 3 pm on Christmas Eve.

This was going to be a long night.

[oh-ranpo]

scrooge mcmaybank

day three: it’s still three weeks ‘til Christmas but you’re already annoying me with your ugly sweaters, the bright lights and songs you’re always humming, so please go away – but leave the cookies! 

pairing: jj maybank x reader word count: 1.1k+ warnings: anti-christmas teasing lmao  an: this is day three of my twelve days of christmas blurbs collection! hope you like it!

The sound of tinkling bells caused JJ to groan and he knew who was coming before you had even stepped through the front door of the Chateau. 

“Are we serious right now? We just got through Thanksgiving!” 

The sound of exasperation in his voice didn’t seem to deter you as you shot him a jolly smile through the mass of garland and tinsel cradled in your arms.

“It’s never too early to get into the spirit, JJ,” you called back as you set your first armful down on the coffee table. “Are you going to just sit there and bitch, or are you going to come help me?”

The quirk of your eyebrow did nothing for JJ’s mood as he shook his head.

“I’m not giving in to this premature Christmas propaganda you’re trying to shove down our throats. I’ll be staying right here.” You rolled your eyes, and while you might have been annoyed, you were too excited to be right now. It was officially creeping up on your favorite time of year, and not even Scrooge McMaybank was going to ruin that for you.

John B just watched on with mild interest while you set to work decorating his house, but the scowl on JJ’s face was ever present as he made the occasional anti-Christmas comment.

“It’s not that I hate Christmas or anything, but isn’t a little early to be so… I don’t know, so festive?” he kept asking, to the point that Kiara had to step in to get him to shut up.

“If you don’t like it, JJ, why don’t you go outside or something? The decorations aren’t hurting anyone.” JJ simply huffed in response as he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the ceiling indignantly.

As the days went on and the décor continued to arrive, JJ seemed to be lightening up a bit. Sure, he made fun of your ugly Christmas sweater, and sure, he would still dramatically sigh when you would start playing Christmas music, but when you started occupying the kitchen a bit more, he became a little more intrigued with your holiday traditions.

“What are you doing now?” he asked one afternoon as you were hanging out in the Chateau’s kitchen, pulling together ingredients to make some of your favorite Christmas cookies. 

“I’m baking,” you replied as you shot him a look over your shoulder. “Did you want to help?” If you were being honest, you had no idea if JJ had ever cooked anything in his life, so you weren’t surprised when he shook his head. However, when he pulled up a chair to the table across the room, you raised your eyebrow questioningly.

“I’m just observing. Carry on.”

You weren’t expecting an audience, but as the Christmas music played through your portable speaker, and you danced around to the tunes of your favorite Christmas carols while you mixed ingredients together, you almost forgot that he was there at all. You were in your own holly jolly world until it was time to put the dough in the oven and you felt JJ’s presence beside you once more.

“Those look really good,” he commented, and a smile turned up your lips as you slid them onto the oven rack and then closed the door so that they could bake.

“They’re going to be delicious. But they’re only for people who appreciate me and my holiday cheer so I’m sorry, you’re fresh out of luck.” 

JJ’s jaw dropped, and he started to sputter out a response, but you quickly brushed him off before squeezing past him and heading into the living room to wait while the cookies baked. You could fell him following behind you, and while you knew that you were just kidding, you looked forward to hear the negotiating that was sure to follow now that he thought he had no chance of getting to experience the goodies that were coming together in the other room.

“I appreciate you and all your holiday… crap, I just… well, I just never understood the whole appeal to being so excited about this time of year, you know? I guess having a dysfunctional family does that to a guy.”

He was doing his best to appeal to the more sensitive part of your heart, and you would be lying if you said it wasn’t working. You hated the situation that JJ was in when it came to his family, and really, all you wanted was for him to be happy. You had just hoped that the decorations and the lights and everything else that you had brought along with you would bring him some sort of happiness.

“Calling it holiday ‘crap’ doesn’t lend well to the whole enjoyment part of it,” you responded in amusement as you sat down on the couch in the living room. JJ was still standing in the doorway to the kitchen, with his eyes fixed on you. “But I get it, J, I really do. Well, as much as someone like me could get it. You don’t have to love it, but have you even given it a chance?” 

 JJ seemed to ponder this for a moment, and as he did, his eyes floated around the room to take in the decorations that you had set up. The only thing missing was a tree, but John B had put his foot down and insisted that you just decorate one outside instead of bringing a live one into his house. You already had plans to decorate the one out front the next day. 

“No, I guess I haven’t,” he finally replied sheepishly as he leaned against the doorframe. “But if I kept an open mind, maybe we could… maybe we could work on that together?”

You were shocked to say the least, as you hadn’t expected him to give in so easily. You couldn’t really tell if he was doing it just for the cookies or if maybe something you said had actually resonated with him. 

“I’m always more than happy to welcome someone else into the Jingle Club,” you said cheerfully, and JJ emitted a low groan.

“You can’t call it that.”

“Okay then, how about the Jolly Crew? The Holly Jollies? The Merry Maniacs?”

“Please stop.”

Even though he seemed annoyed at your cheesy names, there was now a genuine smile on his face that you hadn’t seen in over a week. Even if it was all for the sweet treats, you weren’t going to complain about the strides that you had made in breaking down JJ’s ‘bah-humbug’ wall. It was the happiest time of the year, after all. 

[delightfulcrasher]

Under the mistletoe:

It was tradition, you supposed. Something to spice up the holiday season. Maybe you never considered yourself much for the jolly celebration, but seeing the Dimitrescu family not even acknowledge it would make even the hardest humbug shiver.

Christmas? They’ve heard of the concept, but never considered celebrating it. Too many things to do, too many corpses to drain, you know the drill. No time for decorations or even the implication of a holly jolly spirit. So you sought to take matters into your own hands by hanging a precariously placed mistletoe in the doorway. You were determined to get a smooch from a vampire damnit! All you had to do was wait.

Lord Dimitrescu:

Given his size, Dimitrescu always had to crouch through the doorways. It was one of the downfalls to being over 9 foot, no where seemed to accommodate him, not even his own home. However, never in all his time of doorway-crouching did he ever expect to be hit in the face with a plant.

He spluttered the leaves from his mouth. Wonderful, just wonderful. Send his servants home for the day and already his sons have started hanging weird things in the doorway. What is this, mistletoe? What in the world was that doing there? He looked down at the culprit, finding you standing there like an expecting puppy. Ah, that explains it.

“Little one,” He began, tearing down the plant and wafting it around like a closed fan. “Would you mind telling me how this ended in the doorway?”

The concept wasn’t new to him. The Dimitrescu house was no stranger to annual Christmas parties. In the past, these gatherings were celebrated for being the most anticipated day of the year, gathering royals from all around the globe. Albin remembered some guests preening themselves under archways, hoping to catch him there with them. After inheriting the castle, he hadn’t thrown a Christmas shindig since.

“Well, I thought the castle could use a little festive cheer, get into the spirt of things, you know?” The look he gave you indicated that he did indeed know. You cleared your throat. “So I thought this would be a nice surprise.” You partly threw you hands in the air and shook them around half-heartedly, trying to convince yourself into some holiday cheer. “...Surprise?”

“A surprise indeed,” In one swift movement Dimitrescu had clasped his hands around your waist and lifted you up to his height. Not knowing where else to put your hands, you settled them on his shoulders. Never had you been this close to the Lord before, pressed up against him with little space to breathe. “Though I have yet to determine whether it is a nice one.”  

The way he spoke with a taunting yet enchanting tone felt like he was leading you into a trance, one that you could never break free. Try as you might, there was no stopping the gradual pull of the other, drawing you closer, only indulging in the others presence.

“Convince me.”

You ran around the corner, grabbing the same chair you used to hang the plant. Nothing was going to stop you now. You would climb this man like a vine if you had to, you were going to get that kiss!

Belmont:

Hmm... Maybe it was missing something...

You put a hand on your chin and tilted your head to the side, inspecting the plant with a keen eye. No matter how many times you rearranged, dressed up, dressed down, moved or cut the mistletoe, it still looked boring. There was something missing, a little personal touch that just wasn’t there. You wacked your head around for some ideas, what would Belmont like?

“CASSANDROS!” Ah. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You peeked your head around the door, seeing a creature rush in your direction, half man half bundle of flies. Against what would be a better judgement (Let’s face it, if you’re in this situation you don’t have one) you stepped out in front of him. There were a few grunts in frustrations and threats, but after he saw you weren’t moving until you got an answer, he gave in.

“Cassandros made a mess in the west hall again,” He let out an exasperated sigh, collapsing in on himself. “And I’m the one who has to clean it up.”

He stepped to the side to move forward, and you, yet again, stepped in front of him. “Isn’t that why you have servants?” You asked. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen a single servant all day... Then again that would imply you saw the servants on any given day, which you didn’t.

“Gave them the day off.” Belmont huffed. “Something about wanting to see their families, an unreasonable request that father granted them.”

Shrugging off the obvious breeching of a healthy work environment, your attention was suddenly pulled somewhere else. Tied around Belmonts neck was a black choker, accented with a red gemstone. Hmm, something like that would look awfully nice tied around... “RED RIBBON!” You suddenly exclaimed, surprising both you and Belmont.  

“My guess is that you were looking for something to accompany the mistletoe hanging above us, and all but suddenly it came to you. Am I mistaken?”

“Oh,” You sheepishly said, turning your gaze to the floor. You forgot it was even there. Seeing your reaction, Belmont cupped your face and pointed it towards him. “You know, I may be chasing my brother, but I am not immune to distractions.” Leaning forward, closing the gap between you two, “We could cause one together.”

But just as your lips were about to meet, a loud crash was heard further down the hall, it sounded expensive. Belmont groaned, leaving your side and chasing after whatever had caused the noise.

Cassandros:

You waited for Cassandros for what felt like an eternity. He just seemed invisible today, even after you strategically placed the mistletoe. Usually he would pass this hallway on his way to the kitchen, but for whatever reason, you hadn’t seen head nor hair of the sadistic brother.

Just as you were about to loose all hope, a swarm of flies bombarded their way past the doorway and into the next room, completely ignoring you and the mistletoe. He reappeared a few seconds later, emerging from the kitchen, half eaten limb in hand. He was messy, as always, making you second-guess wanting to kiss him. It’s fine. It’s just a little blood...

He seemed all but too please to walk right past you before you stopped him. You pointed up. “Don’t you know what this is?”

“A parasite?”

“No, I mean, yes, technically.” You sighed. “It’s mistletoe. You’re supposed to kiss whoever is under it.”

He stared blankly at you. It was never clear what Cassandros was thinking. He either genuinely didn’t know what this gesture meant or was pretending not to know. You didn’t even know if he was paying attention since his gaze kept going from you to the piece of meat in his hand.

“And if I don’t?” He cooed, eager to hear the excuse. Anything to make you uncomfortable, shy away, or feel small, he would do it. He was doing it now, challenging you at your own game.

You narrowed your gaze, but then stopped for a moment. Turns out, you never thought to consider why this tradition was created, or what the consequences would be if you didn’t adhere to it. “It’s considered bad luck... I guess?”

“Oh, bad luck, hmm?” Cassanros began to walk towards you, steps giddy and light. The meat he was carrying was discarded onto the floor, leaving a bloody splatter on the carpet. He approached, backing you against the wall, running his soiled fingers over your cheek and into your hair, twirling it around. “We can’t have that, can we? I need luck for the next hunt. And you’ll happily give me everything I need to win.”

Daniel:

All was quiet as you set up your trap. Standing atop a stool, you carefully hung the mistletoe from the doorway. For once, you were going to be the one to catch them off-guard, the spider spinning their wretched web for the innocent fly. You were the predator and they the prey. Nothing was going to sneak up on you now.

“Y/n! I was just searching for you!”

Jesus fucking Christ. You jumped, balance going completely out the window, and toppled off the stool. Fortunately for you, there was someone waiting behind, ready to catch you at a moments notice. Instead of the hard, cold floor embracing you, you were instead cradled in the warm(ish) arms of the youngest Dimitrescu brother.

“Watch your step,” He warned cautiously, before dangerously spinning you around the hallway. Somehow the two of you managed to knock over a few trinkets and damage the wall. The boy was a walking oxymoron, telling you to be careful and then proceeding to cause havoc.

Daniel drew you closer and his grip became tighter, nails starting to dig into your skin. “Maybe I should hold onto you for a little longer, so that you don’t hurt yourself.” You squirmed within the borderline suffocating hug. “What were you doing up there anyway?”

Unable to breathe, you pointed upward, drawing his attention to the mistletoe. Daniel leaned back, giving his full attention to the ceiling. For a moment, you thought he was going to fall backwards, before he enthusiastically snapped back and threw you in the air.

“How did you know I’ve always wanted to try mistletoe? You’re so thoughtful,” When you returned from the air into his arms, he hugged you again, this time without the bone crushing strength. He leaned down, whispering in your ear. “None of the other guests wanted to try it with me. That’s why your my favourite. You’ll give me a kiss, won’t you darling?”