#holiday party

[toyastales]

Gooey Garlic Cheese Bread

[aventurineswife]

Hi! I'm here to request a kinich and ororon (separate) x fem!reader and it's Christmas month and wanted to request a under a mistletoe. either someone holds it up above their hands or just hangs by a door as they enter together into a friend's house (definitely Mualani cause we know she's a party girl) really really cute and fluff fic

Under the Mistletoe, A Christmas Kiss

Tags: Kinich x Female!Reader, Ororon x Female!Reader, Winter Special, Christmas, Mistletoe, Kisses, Romance, Holiday Party, Affection, Slow Burn, Tender Moments, Fluff, Emotional Connection.

The festive season had arrived, and Mualani, ever the life of the party, had invited you and several friends to her home for a Christmas celebration. The air was filled with laughter, the scent of pine, cinnamon, and mulled wine wafting through the warm, cozy house. As you entered the lively scene, you felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It was your first Christmas in this circle, and you were eager to make the most of it.

Kinich with his usual calm demeanor, was standing near the entrance, greeting friends and guests. His eyes softened when they met yours, and a subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips. His presence always had a comforting effect on you, like the warmth of a crackling fire on a chilly winter evening.

Just as you walked toward the living room, you noticed something. Above the doorframe, the faint glow of mistletoe hung, seemingly placed just for the occasion. The sight made your heart flutter, and a soft giggle escaped your lips. Kinich raised an eyebrow, sensing your reaction.

"You seem to have noticed the mistletoe," he said, his voice deep and warm, his usual stoic expression betraying a hint of amusement.

You laughed softly, feeling a wave of warmth rush to your cheeks. "Yeah, I noticed," you admitted. "Looks like someone might be expecting a kiss."

Kinich's lips curved into a small, playful smile, his eyes glinting with something deeper. Without another word, he stepped closer, gently guiding you underneath the mistletoe with a hand at your waist. His breath brushed against your skin as he leaned in slowly, a soft, affectionate gesture.

The kiss was gentle, tender, and filled with a quiet affection that only someone as patient and understanding as Kinich could offer. It was a kiss that told you more than words ever could—an unspoken promise, a deep connection that spoke volumes in a single moment.

Pulling back, Kinich smiled fully now, a rare and cherished sight. "Merry Christmas, [Name]."

The night had arrived, and the house was decorated in soft, twinkling lights. Mualani’s annual Christmas party was in full swing, and as you walked through the door, you couldn’t help but be swept up in the infectious cheer that filled the room. The sounds of laughter, music, and holiday cheer surrounded you, but your eyes immediately found Ororon standing near the window, gazing out at the falling snow. His presence was as calming as ever, even amidst the lively chaos of the party.

Your heart swelled, and you couldn’t help but smile back, knowing that this Christmas would be one you'd remember forever.

You smiled softly to yourself and made your way toward him, careful not to disrupt the peace he seemed to carry with him. Ororon turned his head just as you approached, his heterochromatic eyes meeting yours. There was a quiet acknowledgment in his gaze, a familiarity that felt like home.

"You’re here," Ororon said, his voice calm and smooth, a contrast to the flurry of excitement around you. "You’ve come for the celebration."

You chuckled lightly. "Mualani wouldn’t let me miss it. Plus, I didn’t want to miss the chance to spend some time with you."

Ororon’s eyes softened, and he tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable as usual. "Is that so?" he murmured, and then the hint of a smile curved his lips. "I suppose I could spare some time for you."

Just then, a few giggling guests passed by, holding up a mistletoe, clearly aimed at the two of you. Mualani, as usual, had set it up in the most mischievous places, and this one was conveniently placed above the door as you and Ororon walked under it together.

A small, knowing smile tugged at Ororon’s lips. "It seems... tradition calls for something," he remarked, his voice as cryptic as ever, but with a trace of warmth.

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden attention. "Tradition, huh?" you replied, your heart racing a little. "What does it call for, exactly?"

Ororon studied you for a brief moment, his eyes twinkling as if he was reading the very atmosphere around you. "It calls for a moment of understanding, a shared gesture between us," he said, stepping closer to you.

Before you could respond, Ororon gently cupped your face, his touch light and tender. The world around you seemed to pause, the noise of the party fading into the background as his eyes met yours.

And then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Ororon leaned in, pressing a soft, delicate kiss to your lips. The kiss was sweet, tender, and unlike anything you had expected, carrying a sense of calm and acceptance that only Ororon could offer. There was no rush, no pressure—just the quiet connection of two souls understanding each other in the simplicity of the moment.

When he pulled back, his gaze was steady, but there was a warmth in his eyes that wasn’t there before. "Merry Christmas," he said softly, his words more profound than the festive cheer around you.

You smiled, your heart light and full, knowing that with Ororon, even the smallest of gestures held meaning far beyond words.

[roxygen22]

bf timothee gets pissed and jealous bc yn is interacting w another guy before realizing that either he has a s/o, hes gay, or wtv you want

Jealous

"Who was that?" Timothée growled as he returned with your drinks, jutting his sharp chin toward the guy you were just speaking with while he stepped away. You and he had just started a few months prior, so this was his first company holiday party as your plus one.

You turned to see who he was glaring at. "Oh, that's Mark. We've worked together for a long time. He is one of our contract attorneys." As if he heard you speak his name, Mark turned and caught you looking. He smiled and sheepishly waved. You blushed with embarrassment and ducked your head before turning back to Timothée.

"He knows how to make you laugh," he said in a flat, gravelly tone.

"Oh, he's effectively the office clown. Mark does great work, but he doesn't pass up the opportunity to make people laugh. He has the worst dad jokes that you can't help but laugh and shake your head at. I enjoy it when he gets assigned to my contracts. He keeps things light."

Timothée shifted uncomfortably in his chair, arms crossed and glowering across the room. He almost looked like he was pouting. Is he jealous? you thought to yourself. You had never seen him behave like this before.

Suddenly, Timothée jumped to his feet and held out his hand. "Want to dance?"

You hesitated briefly as your brain caught up to his sudden change in demeanor. "Of course," you replied, taking his hand to let him lead you to the dance floor. Light jazz music filled the air from the stage band at the front of the room. Perfect for slow dancing.

You and he swayed beneath the twinkling lights on the dimly let floor. He rested his forehead against yours, humming softly to the tune, eyes focused on you and you alone, until you glided past Mark. A fire lit his eyes as his soft gaze shifted to a cold hard stare at the other man. Timothée lowered his hand to the small of your back and pulled you even closer.

On one hand, you were not a piece of meat to be fought over in a one-sided competition, as you were not Mark's type, nor was he yours; however, you were surprised to find the possessiveness mildly titillating on a primordial level. You lifted your hand from Timothée's shoulder to his cheek to gently pull his focus back to you.

His gaze softened once again. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," you returned. "Where did you go?"

"Oh, uh," Timothée stammered. "I just got a little distracted."

"Uh-huh," you replied with a smirk.

"Look up!" Your head swiveled to the side when you heard one of your nearby coworkers whisper yell, pointing to the ceiling. You and Timothée followed her gaze up to the mistletoe near the stage that he had managed to dance you under. He lowered his eyes to you and grinned so hard that you couldn't help but return. Given that you were in a room full of coworkers now staring at the two of you, you expected a cute, chaste kiss.

In an instant, you were staring at the ceiling again because Timothée had dipped you down and planted a forceful kiss on your lips. In shock you parted them, which only encouraged him to deepen the kiss further. You felt the blood rush to your face - in part due to gravity, but mainly from the embarrassment of hearing your workmates whooping and cheering all around you.

When Timothée pulled you back to your feet, your head whirled. You focused on him just in time to see him flash a smug look over at Mark. Mortified, you angrily growled through your teeth and stomped off through the side door by the stage. Timothée hung back for a moment in surprise, arms out around the void where you once stood until he regained his wits and chased after you.

"[Y/N], I-"

You spun on the balls of your feet to face him. He shrank back at the evident anger on your face, something he had not yet been subjected to in your time together.

"What was that?!" you yelled. "Don't you think that was a little EXTRA for a work party?"

"I just, I-"

You wouldn't let him get a word in edgewise. "You are just jealous. Timothée, Mark is GAY. And happily married at that. You have nothing to worry about. But maybe I do, if you feel like you can't trust me and feel the need to strut about like...like a damn peacock to defend your territory."

"I- he-?"

"Yes, Timothée. He is gay. I am definitely not his type, nor is he mine."

"Oh." His shoulders fell as he stared at the ground, realizing that he was out of line.

"Timothée, YOU are my type. I love YOU and only you. Ok?"

He lifted his head rapidly, mouth agape. "You love me?"

"Yes. I know I haven't said it out loud until just now, as this is all still so new. Maybe if I had, it would have prevented this little...," you paused, unable to find the right word as you gestured between Timothée and the event venue. "Display."

"I love you, too," he all but whispered. You stepped closer to him and placed your hand on his chest. His heart beat wildly beneath your fingertips.

"Yes, but you don't own me, Timothée." He nodded and placed his hand over yours. "I need you to trust that I am not going to let myself get swept away by some cute guy at work."

"Cute?!" He bristled and then cleared his throat to keep the green-eyed monster at bay. "I suppose he is objectively good looking," he muttered.

You stifled a laugh. "But not as cute as you, my love."

Timothée half-smiled. "Love. I don't think I'll ever get used to hearing that word."

You patted his chest. "Now that it's out in the open, you'll be hearing it a lot. Now come on, let's get back inside out of the cold."

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Masterlist

@croatianprincess @bluizh @groovy-lady @pmak2002

[katherine-fisk]

Hosting was Katherine's natural habitat. And she was wonderfully good at it. After all, she'd hosted many political parties for her father. It was a part of who she was.

That was how she got to this afternoon: a fluffy, wide green tree in the corner of the living room, alight with twinkling white bulbs. She had picked a silver braided bead for the garland, and delicate glass blown ornaments of all sizes hung on the branches.

The rest of the home hadn't gone untouched. Between sheer cloth with minimal sparkles to mimic snow and red berries placed strategically along pine branches and cones, the home was a wonderland. On top of the fireplace, she had set up a blue and white menorah. The hand carved candles stood proud in the celebratory holder.

A pot of cranberries, oranges, and cinnamon was gently simmering in the kitchen. It filled the house with a warm, vibrant holiday smell. On the counter, Kaya had laid out multiple different types of chaquterie boards to snack on. Violin music played softly from some hidden corner.

@merc-with-the-m0uth

@mysticmasterstephenstrange

@maryfisk

@wilsonfisk-thekingpin

@misterjameswesley

+1 or family invited!

[thewitchesofthewoods]

[bittersweet-in-boston]

Melancholy modern AU holiday fic, anyone… @steverogersbingo

[toyastales]

Cowboy Butter Chicken Skewers

[appreshaeation]

[milowren29]

I'm a little late sharing this here, but I contributed a little early festive cheer to the @anywhere-with-you-event!

Fake It Till We Make It

Prompt - Starter Line: The first time Henry got on his knees for Alex, it was an accident.

Bonus Prompt - Antlers!

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The first time Henry got on his knees for Alex, it was an accident.

It never would have happened if it weren’t for the strict “partners only” rule that Alex’s company had for its annual holiday party. One of the biggest perks of working in the legal department for a major entertainment company was the huge fancy party they put on each year, and Alex had been planning to bring his best friend, Henry, since practically the day he was hired. The two of them had already been talking about it for months by that point.

So, really, the only option Alex was left with was subterfuge.

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For @orchidscript whose prompts inspired me to write this fluffy holiday fake dating adventure! Thank you to you and the AWY mods for putting this event together! :)

[trooperst-3v3]

Has anyone heard when the First Order is throwing its company Life Day party? The holiday is coming up soon and I haven't even dug my red robes out of storage yet. I'm so far behind this year. Uuuuugghh.

[introvertedx10]

[toyastales]

French Dip Sliders

[appreshaeation]

[gay-mormon-wizard]

since we're making Moon Landing Day a Tumblr holiday, I figured I'd get real about it. On Friday I'm throwing a Moon Landing Day party irl and inviting all my friends.

I've got round and crescent-shaped snacks, I'll be getting pizza (round and made of cheese, like the moon), I've got the soda Starry (and peach juice as it pairs well to make mocktails), and I've got gray paint and white foam spheres so the guests can paint miniature moons.

I live in a residence hall that has a community area called the Luna Lounge, which is where I'll be hosting the party.

Happy Moon Landing Day!

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Mistletoe

Pairing(s): Jackieboyman x F! Reader

Holiday gift for @mothgodofchaos !!

Summary: While decorating for a party, Jackie finds some mistletoe and gets a bright idea..

TW(s): None

Holiday music blasts through the halls of your home. You find yourself humming along as you hang up decorations. Jackie gazes at you lovingly from across the living room while he unboxes the rest of the decorations. You turn around and smile at him, sending a flirty wink his way. A mischievous grin suddenly takes over Jackie's face, and he quickly turns around, starting to sift through the boxes for something, biting your lip as you try to lean in closer, curious as to what he may be searching for.

But you lean a little too much and quickly find yourself falling off your step ladder.

You shut your eyes, expecting to come in contact with the ground but instead feel a strong pair of arms catch you, and you open your eyes to see Jackie with a worried expression on his face. "Thanks honey," you say, gazing into his soft blue eyes with a loving smile. He smiles and gazes back, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Jackie took something from behind his back and held it above you.

Your cheeks quickly grew redder than his hoodie, which made him grin even more. "So, do I get a kiss, aschula~?" He asks, leaning in slightly. A sudden beep from the oven draws your attention away from him. Jackie frowns as you quickly pull away. "Maybe next time."

You giggle and give him a peck on the cheek before walking into the kitchen. When you walk out of the kitchen after setting the tray of cookies on the counter, you see Jackie leaning against the doorframe, mistletoe hanging above him.

"So, do I get that kiss now~?"

[quill-pen]

@rom-e-o

In Timeless, Adonis has invited Connie as his date to the Lord Mayor's Christmas party. Wolf was encouraged (in the end, more like dared, because brothers be brothers) to invite Bess (as merely close friends, of course) and she accepted.

Let's dress our guys and dolls up and rp a little!

Wolf: