#my plushies: eggnog

[the-crittercorner]

Very late intro but everyone welcome Eggnog (he/him) to the critter corner sanctuary! He joined us Christmas night and was adopted for us by my lovey partner <3.

Eggnog is very sociable and dosent have a set group in the sanctuary hes always jumping from group to group and is everybody's friend! Despite being quite social he isnt the most talkative or even loud he's quite soft spoken and is content to just sit and listen to you. Some of his favorite things are Christmas themed beverages, hiking, reading and social gatherings.

[sysig]

Not going the best (Patreon)

[hyperfixationhobo]

Headcanons of the LADS!!!!!

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If there’s one thing that i absolutely love it’s headcanons! I always take my time to study characters and just take the info and sprint with it cause ain’t no one gonna stop me. So why not do it for the Lads? Just some little things I think make them a bit more fleshed out.

Xavier:

. Sleeps wearing running shorts and a sweaters.

. Said sweaters constantly have star themed designs and are pastel.

. Speaking of pastel I really want him to wear more pastel colors. Like I get the color scheme but dammit he’ll look so good in them!

. Uses 3 in 1.

. Please make him stop using that.

. Has the best puppy dog eyes and definitely uses it to his advantage.

. He’s definitely the type to give some guy a quick punch to the throat if he deems it necessary. He does it so fast no one really has the time to process it before he’s using his ‘innocent eyes’.

. Definitely has a ton of plushies after meeting you.

. I think his bedroom would be a bit cluttered.

. The type to research your favorite hobby then proceed to pretend he doesn’t know about said hobby but asks you just the right questions cause he did his research.

. Bunny house slippers…need I say more?

. Definitely watches anime with you.

. Flexible…just gonna leave that here.

. Not the best at being aware of temperature, has worn shorts in the middle of winter.

Zayne

. To me Zayne seems like the type to cry if you cry. I mean like you have to be sobbing and he’ll comfort you and once you fall asleep he starts to cry cause he isn’t capable of taking away what is causing you pain.

. Isn’t the best with expressing emotions so he writes you letters to try to make up for it. Makes communicating much easier tbh.

. Biggest cuddleslut out there. Absolute cuddlewhore. He doesn’t see you much and his power is ice so I think the warmth that comes with cuddling is something he’s addicted to.

. Loves holding your hand, again for the warmth.

. Naturally cold hands so he rubs them together to warm them before touching someone.

. Freezing feet. Just straight up frozen.

. “Zayne I love you but keep your feet on your side of the bed or put on some socks.

. Doesn’t admit it but addicted to coffee.

. Terrible hand writing.

. Hates Brussels sprouts.

. Loves jigsaw puzzles.

. Also loves eggnog, especially with some cinnamon sprinkled on top.

. (I can’t remember which arm of his gets frozen I think it’s the left) His left arm is a bit more tender than his right so he loves when you massage it.

. Wears every scarf you buy him.

Rafayel

. Anytime I image Rafayel in clothes it always contains lace and silk. I have no idea why but to me it seems like something he would wear.

. Has mixed opinions about aquariums. On one hand some aquariums do help out sick and injured sea life and yeah that’s amazing especially if the sea animal wouldn’t survive in the wild anymore. On the other hand some aquariums are greedy money hogging bastards and just keep sea life just to keep it.

. Is the type to give the silent treatment then proceed to break it cause he misses talking to you.

. Has watched the little mermaid, absolutely loves it even if it’s completely wrong about his species.

. “Man if I could steal voices I would.”

. Can’t dance for shit.

. Self care king.

. Gets sick quite easily.

. Can’t hold his alcohol and gets drunk pretty easily.

. Definitely soaks in bubble baths.

. The second idiot in ‘the two idiots’ love trope. Absolutely fuels impulse decisions.

. “That seems very dangerous….lets do it!”

. Two words to describe his studio. Organized mess.

. Really really serious about promises. You’re not allowed to break anymore.

Sylus

. Eats steaks medium rare. He tried rare and absolutely not.

. Unknowingly taps his foot when irritated.

. Also unknowingly clicks his pen when focused.

. Only writes in cursive.

. Picks you up just to pick you up.

. Definitely hates when people wake him up by opening the curtain.

. Gets sunburnt easily.

. Hides your shoes to make you stay longer.

. Is the type to get mad at someone being too loud cause he’s on the phone even though he’s in the middle of a fucking shoot out.

. “Yknow it’s pretty rude to be loud when someone’s on the phone.”

. Definitely has fuzzy house shoes.

. Has had his hardwood floor waxed then proceeded to slip and fall from the waxed floor and now when his floor gets waxed he stays out the entire day.

. Loves ice cream.

. His body is a fucking heater. Cuddles are only done with the AC set to below freezing.

[heartfullofleeches]

Happy (Belated) Birthday, Eggnog!

Tad late to the party between the holidays and my health, but I finally managed to finish this before the new year. Elisha is a very dear cow to me and one of the sweetest of the milk Hybrid crew. I'll post the fic related to their big day when I wake up later

Best wishes from me, Eggnog, and plushie Farmer darling

[jaz-it-up]

tagged by @baronetcoins

tags: @jasperthejester @paranormaltheatrekid @thatapolloguy @winterbyn @courtjesterart @varteeny1234 and whoever else wants to!

[makerofmadness]

funny story: my Gingerbrave plushie got stained today 'Cus someone spilled their drink on him and he's not entirely clean but an irl friend helped me clean him. But even after leaving him above an air conditioner for hours he wasn't clean so I had to use my hair dryer on him but I only have this weird brush hair dryer with me (school trip thing I'm on for a week, my mom said just to bring the one and that the hotels would provide a normal dryer... this specific hotel does not) so it's not ideal but.

the thing is that to check if he was still holding onto water on the inside she had to just slam him into her bed repeatedly. Beating up this poor soggy child. Eventually we got to the point where he was only a bit damp. So yeah I kept being sad seeing my precious son getting beaten in this way but such is life.

said friend is not a cookie run person and recently I've taken to showing her the characters and asking for her evaluations based on appearance and small bits of information and so far the takes that have stuck out the most in my mind (note: paraphrased/not quoted exactly 'cus I'm going off memory from yesterday and early this morning):

*Pure Vanilla Cookie: "Cottagecore gay that wanted to be a cottagecore lesbian but was too gay for that"

*Latte and Almond as a lavender couple

*Butterbear and Eggnog as two older gays that take a small gay child/Habanero under their wing at a pride parade

*Dark Choco: "the token straight who is insecure about it"

*Scorpion is Gaslight, Lilac is Gatekeep, Centipede is Girlboss

*Hydrangea and Lotus are crushing for each other

*Espresso is "a twink who wishes he were a twunk"

*Millennial Tree would not care for "gender" and "sexuality"

*Churro would be down to bang the literal actual west virginia mothman (and for those who have known me for a while and know my jokes; no I do not mean the miraculous character this time I just actually mean the moth man)

*Adventurer would be bI and in love with Rye (to make it clear in case I didn't make it obvious before; she is entirely going off of the vibes she gets looking at the characters and what little information I am giving her. But she did not change her stance when I said that Adventurer and Rye to my knowledge don't know each other)

*Poison Mushroom does or would want to do LSD (she was very adamant on this)

*Madeleine is a "femboy himbo"

Uh stay tuned for more god-tier takes

[malinastharlock]

This is actually a lot of fun I've done this for so many holidays.

Valentine's Day - Fuck Valentine's Day

The day after Valentine's Day - I celebrate my best friends B-day with her and we also buy cheap half price chocolate and plushies for each other.

St. Partricks Day - I used to go out and get completely smashed and see how much green I could puke up but that ended up with me having a kid so now I just make a green feast and chill with friends and family.

Horny Spring - yes it's exactly how it sounds, when other people are having a spring feast / fertility festival / Easter, I just have a day for fornication and getting freaky 🤘😝🤘 I try out some new sex furniture, something hot I saw in a naughty video, or some new positions.

June - Pride month. Do gay stuff ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ really I rainbow up everything I can, read up on the Stonewall Riots, go to a pride festival / parade, and dress cute af. 😁

July 4 - if you're American that's cool do your thing but I celebrate Mid Summer Festival, basically just have a barbecue (make sure to burn a burger or 2 for the Lord's of Flame) , blow shit up with explosives, shot some guns and set fire to something you've always hated. (Inanimate objects only) The Lord's of flame dig it. 🤘😝🤘

September 24th - try my best not to be sad and eat a banana split

October - watch horror movies all month

Halloween - besides normal Halloween stuff I make chili and watch a movie called (The Halloween Tree)

November - Harvest festival and the harvest feast. Basically when Americans are celebrating Thanksgiving I do the kinda the same but I make a fall feast with lots of Mead and if you have beef with someone at the feast this is the time to work it out (this includes but is not limited to; talking it out, crying, hugging it out, or beating the crap out of each other - you both have to agree to it and no bs pressing charges crap, if you decide to fight you fight with honor)

December - I wear an ugly Yule sweater all month and make an eggnog so potent you can smell it as soon as you walk in the room. From December 21 - January 1st celebrate Yule, spend time with people that care, enjoy the winter, and don't get eaten by a giant cat.

New Years - I hot box in a tent, play World of Warcraft and drink sparkling grape juice.

[devondespresso]

If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog.

Sorry I didn't see this before, love! Thank you for the ask 💞💖💕

1: i take a stuffed animal to work daily. He's a ranboo sit youtooz plushie and he fits perfectly in my square locker and i take him out for breaks and sometimes to the cafe when i close

2: i hate mayo, almost overdramatically for comedic effect but i actually can't stand its presence. i can even strand touching the bottle in the fridge i gives me a sensory freak out even tho nothings there. same applies to eggnog which is very inconvenient because we have eggnog lattes at work during the holidays and i have to get a glove or ask a coworker to get it

3: i was supposed to get out of bed for work 20 minutes ago 💃🪩🕺

[mangy-writes]

A Godric's Hollow Christmas

For @silly-little-writer

Lily had been flying around the House since about noon. Sure they weren't having many people over, just the usual thanks to the fact they were technically in hiding. Suddenly the doorbell rang and she groans. "James! Grab the door!" she calls and hears her husband opening the door, asking the question that was decidedly for Professor McGonagall while doing so. "It's the Professor!" her husband calls and Lily smiles, her suspicion confirmed. Leaving the kitchen momentarily she smiles and hugs her former head of house. "Hello Minerva." she mumbles quietly and the older woman smiles.

"Hello Lily dear, and little Harry too. Hello luv." she says taking the boy from the muggle contraption that had been holding the boy to Lily's chest. "Sirius was right behind me, but he stopped at some store, Merlin only knows why." she says as she sits with the infant balancing the boy on her lap. "You know I heard a rumor that Molly is expecting again." Lily says as the doorbell rings again. "No! Really? She only just had Ronald. Arthur must be losing his mind..." the other woman responds. "Mhm, she was over the other day with Alice. She all but said so herself, I think she put it 'We might have a surprise come August.' and I don't know if that means Arthur is up for promotion but with the way she was grinning I wouldn't be surprised if she knocked up."

Lily calls from the kitchen as Sirius and Remus come through the door. "Minnie! Darling I didn't know you'd be here!" Sirius says grandly and anyone in the home could hear Minerva's tongue click. "Well of course I am here Mister Black, it is Harry's first Christmas. As his Godmother it is my duty to be here." she says rather regally, but doesn't correct Sirius on the use of the nick name. "Hello Professor." Remus says as he picks at one of the side dishes Lily is setting out. "Hello Remus, glad to see you could make it." Minerva responds as Lily pulls Remus and Sirius into a hug before James pulls her into his side. "Well come on everyone! Let's eat! Don't know if it'll be on par with Molly but she did lend me her recipes." she says with a grin and Minerva sets Harry in his high chair before they all begin eating.

As the night continues on everyone catches up with each other and they play some muggle games, which surprisingly Professor McGonagall enjoys, and eggnog is passed around. And right before the clock strikes twelve Lily declares it time to open gifts. "Oh yes! Harry has to open mine first!" Sirius declares jumping up and pulling his from besides the door as Remus gathers his as well. "Sirius he's hardly 6 months old! What in Merlin's name is that!?" Lily exclaims as James grins. Handing the present to little Harry Sirius encourages the boy to open the gift, which the boy does ripping open the packaging to reveal a set of plushies. "Oh Sirius..." Lily gasps as they realize it's a wolf, dog, stag, mouse, and even a cat. "I thought I'd include Minnie over there, since, ya know she's the god mum and all." he says rather shyly and even Minerva grins. "That was kind of you Sirius." she says gently and James clears his throat. "Right! So Imma spoil my wife really quick while you two shag with your eyes!" he says loudly and Minerva throws a scone. "I ought to box your ears for that Mister Potter!" she exclaims outraged as he runs from the room to grab a small box. "Here you are lovely." he says cheekily and Lily blushes opening the box to reveal a gorgeous pendant necklace. "Oh James..." she murmurs. "It's your birth stone, see, and mine and Harry's too!" he says trying desperately to explain. "You always said you wanted something to remind you of us whenever we're around and well hair or teeth would be weird so I asked Remus what to do and he said do our birth stones!" he explains in a rush and Lily holds it out to him. "Help me put it on, I love it." she says and he grins. Cuddling up to each other the gift exchange continues, everyone having gotten something.

Minerva a new set of quills from Lily and James ("They're peacock feathers!" James exclaims.), a tine of ginger newts from Remus, and surprisingly a rather lovely tea set from Sirius. Sirius got a leather jacket from Lily and James while Remus gave him his... gift earlier. And of course Harry was spoiled rotten by the end of the night, Minerva being the biggest offender, while Lily and James got matching sweaters, Lily a new tomes book, James a book on trick spells, and Remus gave them both a marble that would vibrate if someone near by was using a illusion or invisibility spell.

Later after everyone leaves James and Lily put Harry to bed and sit by the couch. "Happy Christmas, luv." James whispers quietly and Lily smiles nuzzling further into his chest. "Happy Christmas dear." she whispers back. "You know... I don't think I got anything from you this year..." he whispers and Lily shifts to look up at him before realization dawns on her. "Oh! Hold on, I'll go get it!" she says with a grin and his eyes narrow. It takes only a few minutes before she comes back down and undoes a shrinking charm. A new broom. "You said you wanted a new broom but I wasn't quite convinced at the time, but I saw it in the mail order catalog and decided well why not? Ya know. So, ya, Happy Christmas." she says softly and he grins. "Thank you baby." he whispers and kisses her gently. This was a good Christmas indeed.

[casualmaraudering]

so i can't get family feels out of my head so have some headcanons feat wolfstar having their first baby

Sirius is immediately so excited at first

and even though it's a nine month long wait (even longer with a procedure of getting a surrogate and all) he's so very happy

he physically cannot go shopping without coming back with at least one bag of baby stuff

the socks are so tiny, he's not strong enough to resist

he clears a room in the house right away. Remus doesn't let him turn it into a nursery that fast, but they designate it as the baby stuff pile and so Sirius puts all the shopping bags there

and really, Remus acts as if he's more calm about the whole ordeal but he also contributes to the baby pile quite fast

Sirius will randomly grin to him and go "we're gonna have a family" and how can you not love this man when he's this happy about it?

around the halfway mark is where things turn different

it's when they start painting the nursery, buying furniture, and slowly coming up with names when Sirius has A Thought

it being: what if i end up like my parents

what if the baby hates me like i hated my dad and mom

what if they won't feel at home here like i did

he panics, and internalises it, and therefore freaks himself out even more

he lets it slip during a dinner with James and Lily. the remainder of the dinner is spent with everyone telling him what a fantastic dad he's going to be and why are his thoughts such bullshit

even Regulus texts him the next day saying the kid will be happy to have such a home

they don't have a baby shower so to say, but there is a gathering of friends and family where everyone gifts them things. and also there's cute cupcakes (gender neutral ones, cause Sirius and Remus 1 don't want to make the gender a weirdly big deal 2 they want to find out at birth so no gender reveals) and James cries a lot about being an uncle

Sirius quits smoking finally

Sirius decides he doesn't need instructions to put furniture together

he is immediately defeated by an ikea wardrobe

Remus puts it together with surprising ease. he uses the instructions though

the nursery is yellow (Remus's favourite colour)

Sirius buys so many glow in the dark stars. so. many

the stars and the moon are a theme, of course. there's a little mobile with some stars and the moon in the centre, the furniture has star shaped handles, there's a little space rug, and there's also wolf and dog plushies - they go all out and yes, it's sappy, but it's their baby okay, they get to be sappy

they spend a lot of nights just cuddled together and talking about the family they'll have

Sirius cries so hard when he sees the baby for the first time

Remus also cries. but Sirius honestly tears up every time he sees the baby for like. the entire day

just imagine those two boys holding hands and having the biggest smiles on their faces looking at their little baby

the few black hairs on his head and the tiny hands and the little feet and small chubby cheeks

they name him Leo

(Regulus has no excuse not to visit now)

they talk to the baby a lot

Remus reads him his favourite books as a way to pass time. Pride and Prejudice, Dorian Gray, LOTR, all that. he also comments quite a lot, pretending as if he's having an actual discussion with a one month old baby

Sirius's favourite past time is just holding his baby, or just literally lying there while Leo sleeps on his chest. it's so simple and yet he's so happy about it

Sirius starts to wear his hair in a very secure bun. having a baby pulling your hair is very much not a fun thing

Remus has a pretty unregulated lifestyle anyway so he's mostly up at night, while Sirius loves to get up in the morning so he's in charge of breakfast and entertaining in the mornings

sometimes if it's particularly early and Remus argues he doesn't want to get out of bed yet, Sirius will just put Leo into bed with Remus and they'll just hang out there, it's extremely adorable

Sirius sings french lullabies, and talks in french quite a lot. basically any time Remus isn't around his brain wires back to french and so the baby will absolutely be bilingual at this rate

Remus goes back to work when Leo is around 6 months old - he's a very work oriented person, he'd honestly go insane if he had to stay at home all the time

Sirius is more than happy to rebrand to a stay at home dad

it only results in a handful of disasters a day at first

Remus doesn't need to know ok

Sirius likes to say he's got his shit together emotionally and then Leo says his first word (which is 'dada') and he cries so hard

Remus will have Leo on his lap when grading homework and will, of course, chat with his dutiful assistant quite a lot

"Can you imagine Maddie wrote this? This is the worst paper of hers I've ever read"

"Bwaba"

"Exactly. I'll have to have a word with her on Monday"

James visits them at least twice a week, he can't just not see his favourite nephew less often ok

Leo's first Halloween, Sirius dresses him up as a little ghost

they don't go trick or treating, but they take a lot of pictures. and then when the baby sleeps the adult eat far too much candy and watch horror movies and snuggle

Sirius has always had a Christmas spirit, but when it's Leo's first Christmas it hits So much harder than usual

he decorates the house on the first of december and nearly falls off the ladder several times

his Google history for the month being: "can a 9 month old drink eggnog" "can a baby eat gingerbread cookies" "can i take a baby sledding" and whatnot

despite that the house has too many decorations, Remus really doesn't mind the holiday spirit cause Sirius is truly in his element every December, and now he seems twice as happy as usual

he, of course, puts mistletoe on the doorframe of the kitchen. cause yes they're married with a baby but that doesn't mean they can't make out in the door like teenagers

James puts a hat with antlers on Leo and proceeds to take so many pictures and send them to literally everyone he knows

Lily and Sirius make and decorate gingerbread cookies and this time there's only a few penis shaped ones. they've all grown up yall

Leo gets the most presents, of course

and by the time he's in bed sleeping, and everyone leaves after Christmas dinner, Sirius and Remus curl up by the fireplace and talk about what a good year they've had

and when New Year's comes along, their only resolutions are to try and make their little boy as happy as possible

[wellduckmanidk]

Queens as Random Stories:

Lina:

My sister telling me not to mix Hi-C juice and eggnog and that's a horrible idea Layn what are you fucking thinking you dumbass

Anne:

When I joined a Discord server (I'm not naming names here but 👀) and the first thing I did was drink eight hour old hot chocolate and the server has called me a chaotic depressed ever since

Jane:

My mom conceding to my obsession and letting me buy $165 worth of Mario plushies, effectively wiping out any and all Christmas/birthday money I got that year

Anna:

When my second grade teacher made me go to the school's speech therapist and the therapist said "Oh she doesn't have a speech impediment she's just sarcastic" and so I got diagnosed with sarcasm

Kat:

When I was younger and would wake up my parents at like 5am every Christmas so they had to make a rule that Christmas started at 7:30 and no earlier

Cathy:

I always manage to sleep through tornado warnings (and earthquakes when we lived in Kentucky) so my parents have to wake me up and really I'll probably die if any disaster actually comes near my house bc I'll be asleep

[the-crittercorner]

This months agere moments in my life

[lifeofkaze]

October Writing Challenge 2021 - Day 6

Danielle quietly shut the door to the study behind her. She hoped no one had noticed she hadn’t returned to the busy table after helping her mother and sister clearing off the dishes and leftover food.

She stopped and listened, but the ruckus coming from the Parkins’ living room sounded just as heated as before, and she allowed herself to relax; it seemed as if she had made a successful escape.

Dana looked around the room for a moment, unsure of what to do. The light was fading rapidly, and the dense snowfall that had been enveloping Wigtown for the last few days didn’t help either.

Dana suppressed a shudder at the low temperatures in the room and walked over to the fireplace. She pointed her wand at the blackened stones, muttered the according incantation and watched the fire spring to life. She smiled as the heat hit her face and drove the December cold from her body.

She strolled over to her mother’s huge bookshelf that took in the whole length of the back wall. Although the study wasn’t being used as much these days, it hadn’t been spared from being decorated by Dana, her sister Maisie and her mother; they took any kind of holiday decoration very seriously, and Christmas especially so. Dana pushed the twinkling crystal pyramids that looked like tiny mountains of ice to the side to get a better view of the books.

Brushing her finger along the familiar spines, she settled for the broken, red leather spine of a collection of romantic short stories, one of her favourites. The tiny golden lettering of the title gleamed as Dana took it out and carried it over to one of the plushy armchairs in front of the fireplace.

Kicking her shoes off, Dana curled herself into a ball, snuggled into her blanket and started reading. Before long, she was so immersed into the story of two childhood friends falling in love that she didn’t hear the knock on the study door. Only when it knocked a second time, Dana reluctantly found her way back to reality.

“Dana? Darling, are you in there?” her mother’s voice sounded through the door.

Dana sighed and closed her book. “Yes, come in.”

The door opened and Dana’s mother Penny Parkin walked in. She wore her thick, blonde hair in a plait she had pinned up around her head, but some strands were already starting to come undone. She was walking slightly sideways and very carefully, and after a moment, Dana could see why; she was carrying two steaming mugs, one of which she placed on the coffee table in front of Dana’s armchair.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to miss the eggnog.”

Dana wrinkled her nose. “You know I don’t like eggnog, mum.”

Penny smiled. “That’s why there’s eggnog for me, and roast apple tea for you.”

Excited at the prospect of her favourite winter tea, Dana reached for her mug, careful not to burn herself as she blew against the steaming content. “There’s so many people in our living room, I didn’t think you saw me leaving.”

“Of course I did,” Penny sighed, “and I can’t blame you honestly.”

Dana took a tentative sip of her tea and winced as it burned her tongue. “Why do they always have to be like that?” she asked quietly. “Why do they always have to argue all the time?”

“They don’t mean it in a bad way,” Penny said and sat down on the sofa next to Dana’s armchair. She smoothed out her dress and looked at her daughter with an apologetic smile. “Bickering is their way of showing affection to each other.”

“Strange way, if you ask me,” Dana said wryly. “And it’s always about Quidditch, too,” she added, a bitter tone stealing into her voice. “Why does it always have to be about Quidditch?”

She gripped her mug tighter, not caring how the hot ceramic burned her palms. “Aren’t there other things to talk about? Especially on Christmas Eve.”

“They’re Parkins,” Penny chuckled quietly, “I’m not sure they know how to talk about other things. Quidditch is everything for them.”

“I’m a Parkin, too,” Dana insisted stubbornly, “and I couldn’t care less.”

“I know, sweet girl,” Penny said gently, “don’t let them get into your head. It’s perfectly fine if you don’t want anything to do with it. Only because Dad and Maisie are playing doesn’t mean you have to.”

“Dad, and Maisie, and Aunt Skye, and Uncle Nathan, and Grandpa...” Dana counted on her fingers and rolled her eyes. “Do you want me to go on? It’s as if I’m the only Parkin in this entire world who lives for something other than chasing after one ball or another.”

Penny shrugged. “I never played Quidditch, you know.”

“Yes, but you’re not a born Parkin. No one expected this of you.”

“And neither do we,” Penny said. “So what if you’re not a paragon Parkin? You’re perfect just the way you are. I haven’t seen anyone as talented at duelling as you since I was at school. Maybe you just lean more to the Haywood side of things.”

“And what would that be?”

Penny laughed, the sound as high and clear as silver bells. “Well, we Haywoods are gifted at many things. We have a sharp mind, and kind hearts. I was a Potions prodigy, and your Aunt Beatrice was always ahead of her class in Defence Against the Dark Arts. We are easy with people, too. I see many Haywood traits in you, Dana.”

A smile spread on Dana’s face and she shuffled over to her mother’s side when she patted the spot on the sofa next to her. She didn’t care if she wasn’t a small girl anymore, and when Penny started undoing Dana’s own plait and gently combed her fingers through Dana’s chocolate coloured hair, she leaned against her mother’s shoulder and closed her eyes.

“You know what,” Penny said softly after a moment, “if you don’t mind, I’ll stay with you here. Let the Parkins bicker over their game all they want.”

When Dana nodded, Penny raised her wand and pointed it at the bookshelf. A battered looking book wiggled itself free from the shelf and floated over to them; Penny caught it out of the air.

Dana didn’t know the title. “What’s that one about?”

“A girl marrying into royalty,” Penny sighed dreamily. “It’s one of my favourites.”

“I need to read it someday then.”

Penny smiled and brushed a strand of hair out of her daughter’s face. “I can’t wait to discuss it with you.”

They sat like that for the rest of the evening, side by side next to the fireplace. Neither of them cared for either the roaring laughter nor the heated discussions reaching their ears from where the rest of the Parkin clan was gathered. They were lost in their stories about love, heartache, and far away places.

Dana couldn’t help feeling more at peace than she had the entire evening as her gaze drifted off the pages of her book and out the window where thick snowflakes were floating through the night.

Maybe Christmas with her family wasn’t so bad after all.

[writseo]

Felix Weston X Reader | Christmas Presents

~Gif Source~

Ya’ll were hella excited and nervous at the same time for your first Christmas together

In fact, you were planning it before the month even started

Because of Felix not having enough room in his apartment, you both ended up having Christmas at your house 

Of course, you invited his mother because a.) it’s his mom and b.) you both love each other like family 

The following days were rough though 

He didn’t know what to get you, neither did you know what to get him 

You knew each other like the back of your hands, yet it took a list and 2nd opinions to help you figure out what to get each other 

At first, you thought to get him a little plushie based on The Settlers of Catan 

You were genuinely confused and at a loss for an idea

Until you found something way better 

You finally ran into an upgraded DJ that had even more functions than the one Felix currently had 

Even though you could admit that he wasn’t that good as a DJ 

Oh my god, doing it made him happier than a child in DisneyWorld 

You ended up wrapping it under your Christmas tree, hanging up a little Christmas sock with small treats for everyone 

Felix, though, had trouble as well 

He managed to get literally everyone involved 

It was both of your first Christmas together and he did not want to get the wrong thing at all 

It wasn’t that he couldn’t find something that matched for you  

It was that he kept finding better things for you in every turn he took in the store 

In fact, he was genuinely thinking about just gifting you 3 things, even though it went against both of the rules you both set prior to Christmas shopping (No going over $25 + only one gift) 

Eventually, he found something 

When it came the actual Christmas day, you were both anxious 

You had a pit in your stomach, waiting to unravel when you would finally see Felix’s reaction to your gift 

After watching Elf with some hot chocolate, cuddling with Felix on the couch, surrounded by family and friends, it was finally time 

Shit, even he was scared that you weren’t going to like it 

It didn’t help that it was so different from the other things he thought would be great gifts

When he opened your present though, he lit up so quickly  

Felix smothered you with hugs and kisses for the gift, relief washing over you

But when you opened your gift, he started drinking the (alcoholic) eggnog on the table a bit more frequently 

But you loved the present he got you 

It was a necklace and it matched you with your personality so beautifully 

Even if you weren’t a jewelry person, it was just different 

There were little charms to it, some reminding you of Felix, others reminding you of the best parts in your past, some showing what you had to offer 

And you loved it

giving Felix a hug, especially when you realized that he attached the charms separately  

[heartfullofleeches]

I FINALLY HAD TIME TO FINISH BLUEBERRY MILK.

Name's Anry.

Pronouns: She/they.

Sexuality: Polyamorous/Pansexual.

Personality: Shy, quiet and stealthy. Her voice is low af, so if someones makes her talk they better be in a lonely place or they wont hear shit.

Occupation: Mailman, just because the job does not require her to talk at all.

Hobbies: Sculpting, craft arts and making smoothies (Dont ask her where the milk comes from bc she will get flustered)

Interesting facts (And also my weekly brainrot):

Since she met Beeroot, he decided to start sending empty letters to himself so he got them to deliver it to him at whereever he is at. Just to look at them and flirt.

She met Elisha when they were in a sad mood and gave them a sculpted bird, since then her sculptures have been dissapearing... wonder where they go? Don't worry, they don't leave the house.

I GOT SO EXITED AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! I made them lore in your world from pure excitement.

I ship ElishaxAnryxRiley even if they are not meant to be, just bc I love chaotic ships.

I might do a fanart of Anry with any of them soon... As soon as my classes let me have free time again.

Also, i dunno if anyone wants the nxde one but here you go.

bro the typo messed me up for so long it's funny- but as I said elsewhere very cute that ship indeed chaotic. Rootbeer would leave sappy flirty letters in the mailbox that are hard to read because he can't see shit and act surprised if Anry brings them up. Eggnog does have sticky fingers, but they'll leave little cow plushies dressed as mail carriers as payment. They also have something in common with talking low. Amazing, wonderful, please don't give Elisha a heartattack

[imyourbuddie]

Christmas Comes A Knockin'

January 5th, 2019 

Dear Eddie,

I know you’ve only just left, but I already miss you. And Christopher misses you. Tonight we made your favourite for dinner and Chris accidentally set out three plates. It was rough, but he felt better after Papa Buck’s special hot chocolate. 

You know, I never thought I’d have much use of this notebook you gave me last Christmas, yet here we are. 

Anyway, missing you. Stay safe. 

Buck

January 30th, 2019

Eddie you jackass, 

I don’t know how to send you letters. They told me you’re on some sort of highly classified mission and there’s no communication. Seriously? Some secret military black ops bullshit and you didn’t tell me? If you die on me, Edmundo Diaz, I will kill you. You hear me? I will fucking kill you.

Buck

March 23rd, 2019

Hey Eddie,

Chris got his first ribbon today at the science fair. He’s so proud and we have pictures that we’re saving for when you get back. I know he’s not supposed to get cookies and hot chocolate before bed, but I figure we make an exception for a special night. Hope all’s well. 

Missing you.

Buck

April 1st, 2019

Hen and Chim can walk off a cliff, together. They’re too damn old to be playing April Fools tricks on me! I’m going to be eating glitter for days. Days!

Anway, missing you. Loving you.

Buck

April, 16th, 2019

Feliz cumpleaños, mi amo! See, I’m learning! Chris helped me make you a cake. It’s chocolate and we ate a slice on your behalf. Wherever you are, I hope you’re celebrating.

Missing you. Always missing you.

Buck

May 1st, 2019

Chris was called into the principal’s office today. The other little fuck face claims Chris tripped him on purpose with his cane. His bitch of a mother wanted a written apology and one day suspension. I can’t even right now. Why are people such assholes? Chris says he didn’t do it and I believe him. God, I hate people sometimes.

I don’t know how much longer I can do this without you.

Buck

May 13th, 2019

Chris and I went to the pier for his birthday. It’s kinda special and it felt easier being there when it’s just us. We had churros, cake, lemonade, and maybe that was a bit too much sugar, but he’s passed out now. Yay sugar crash. 

He says you owe him a birthday present but I got your back. Now you owe me for being so brilliantly considerate. I’ll be collecting when you get home. 

Loving you,

Buck 

June 28th, 2019

I heard gunshots coming from the cemetery while we were answering a call. I don’t know if it was a military funeral, but...they’d call me if something happened, right? You’re not so off the grid that I’ll be left wondering for the rest of my life? I’m you husband. They can’t not tell me, right? 

Eddie, please, I miss you so much.

Buck

July 3rd, 2019

Chris gave me a miniature fire truck for my birthday. He’s the sweetest child a man can ask for. Really. The gang got me a cake and Chim shoved my face in it. That asshole. It’s a good thing I love him. 

It’s not the same without you here, though. I hope you’re thinking of me. 

Buck

July 16th, 2019

We went to the aquarium today. They played Baby Shark on repeat and now all I can think about is baby shark do do do do do do do and it’s driving me nuts. Chris thinks it’s hilarious. I may or may not have thrown an octopus plushie at him over it. 

Anyway, we saw all sorts of crazy stuff, and Chris loved the dolphin show. We’ll have to go again when you get back. The mango slushie at the cafeteria is magnificent. 

Missing you always.

Buck

September 15th, 2019

I miss summer vacation. I know, getting child care is always a pain in the ass, but I loved hanging out with Chris. When I’m with him, it’s like being with a small piece of you, and that made things a little easier. Now that he’s back in school, it feels like you leaving all over again. 

It gets pretty lonely at night sometimes. Stay safe and come back to me. To us. 

Loving you.

Buck

November 11th, 2019

We’re thinking of you. All of us. 

Love,

Buck

November 28th, 2019

I made us Thanksgiving dinner at the station. Chris had a blast and the guys loved having him there. We’re both so stuffed right now we’ve not left the couch even though bedtime was half an hour ago. Chris wanted to say hi, he says I can write for him while he talks, so here goes.

Hi Daddy, 

Papa gave me the biggest slice of pumpkin pie tonight, and it was so huge I almost didn’t finish it. But I did. Denny and I got to ride in the fire truck and it’s so cool you get to ride it every day at work. Papa says it’s time for bed now, I love you Daddy, and I miss you. 

Christopher and Buck

December 5th, 2019

Why are Hallmark’s movies out already? I’m not ready. We don’t have enough tissues at the house. I need to buy more tomorrow because I used up the last box watching The Knight Before Christmas. 

Wherever you are, have a pumpkin spice latte for me.

Buck

December 5th, 2019

Eddie I couldn’t sleep, so I stared at the ceiling talking to myself, pretending you’re here next to me. Remember when you first kissed me? I thought I was drowning and you kissed me. I know it wasn’t a real kiss, you were trying to keep me alive, but our lips touched, and it brought me back, you know? You brought me back when I thought I was dying. When I was ready to give up.

You’re not here to kiss me now, but I’m not giving up. I’m going to wait until you get home to me, to Chris, and I’m going to kiss the shit out of you. 

Always loving you. 

Buck

December 16th, 2019

Chris had his Christmas concert at school today. The whole unit came to watch. Mama Grant had a camera so we can record it for you. She’s really good with that thing too, even ran to the front of the stage so she could get some closeups. Chris was fantastic. Voice of an angel, I swear. We all went for ice cream after, and no, Edmundo, it’s never too cold for ice cream. 

We put up the tree last weekend, and Chris came home with these cookie ornaments they made at school. There’s one for you, too, with your name on it, so come get it, big boy. 

Cap says we’re going to have our Christmas party on the 23rd so people can go home and celebrate with their families for actual Christmas. Carla offered to watch Chris, but I’m considering taking him with me. It’s a family friendly party, so maybe Denny will be there too. 

Anyway, this is getting long. Loving you,

Buck

December 23th, 2019

Gonna take Chris to the party with me. He’s pumped. Who knew being a parent could feel like this? 

I’m always so grateful that you let me into your little family. You gave me Chris, and he’s the best present a guy could ask for. For every Christmas for the rest of my life. 

Loving you.

Buck

===

Buck closes his notebook and tucks the pen into the elastic loop attached to the cover. His finger twitches, and he wants to open the book and write our every little thing going through his head right now. Every emotion. But he can’t. It’s too damn painful. And Eddie’s not here. 

“Papa?” Chris calls from the bathroom. “Can you help me?” 

Buck scrubs a hand down his face and clears his throat, willing the prickle of tears to go away. “Yeah, bud, be right there.” 

When he pops his head into the bathroom, Chris is struggling with his bowtie. Buck wanted to get him a pre-tied one, but Chris insisted on the real deal. There’s a little card that came with the tie with diagrams on how to make the bow. Buck studies it, tries and fails a couple times, but eventually he gets a semi decent looking bow that sits snug under the collar of Chris’ shirt. 

“There you go,” he says, patting down the lapels of Chris’ suit jacket. 

“Thanks, Papa.” 

Buck’s chest swells, like it does every time Chris calls him Papa. It started as Papa Buck, but somewhere between Buck moving in and his and Eddie’s wedding, he became just Papa. It was a little strange at first, but it didn’t take long before Buck forgets that Chris isn’t his biological son. He loves Chris the same way he loves Maddie and his parents, but even more so because he never knew he could be so fiercely protective of a single human being. 

Some days, Buck muses he loves Chris more than he loves Eddie, and that’s saying something.

Buck stares into the mirror, his eyes meeting Chris’, and they both smile. “Ready?” Buck asks as he straightens his tie. 

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Chris leads the way, and Buck follows him out of the bathroom, through the living room, and out the front door. December in LA is mild at best, but Buck shivers as he helps Chris into the car. He looks behind him, then around, but there’s no one there. 

“Hm.” 

“What’s wrong?” Chris asks. 

Buck looks over his shoulder once more, then shakes his head. “Nothing, little man, let’s go.”

The drive to the station is uneventful, but Buck can’t shake that weird feeling swirling in the pit of his stomach. They pull into the parking lot just as Hen, Karen, and Denny pile out of their car, and Buck’s glad he decided to bring Chris afterall. 

Bobby’s whole family is here too, along with Michael, and as the spiked eggnog got passed around more than once, that uneasy feeling dissipates into something warm and fuzzy. Buck’s a little buzzed, but only enough to take the edge off. 

Chris, Denny, and Harry are off playing somewhere. Buck finds a spot with line of sight to the children and takes a seat, cradling his overstuffed stomach. He doesn’t know why he does this, but he just can’t stop himself from overeating when it’s a holiday. It’s a good thing he’s surrounded by LA’s finest paramedics incase he keels over from too much turkey. 

The upstairs lounge is buzzing with people. Firefighters and their families, and Buck tries not to let Eddie’s absence dampen his Christmas spirit. The rest of his family is right here, and he loves and cherishes them, and having Chris here makes up for the fact that Eddie isn’t. 

And that’s enough. It has to be. 

Buck contemplates a third eggnog, but decides against it. They still need to get home after, and Buck will be damned if he puts Chris’ life in danger just because he’s feeling a little maudlin and a lot lonely. He heaves out of the chair and heads for the trays of cookies and pastries laid out on a long table. If he can’t drink his sorrows away, he’ll just eat his feelings tonight instead. 

Somewhere behind him, Chris gasps. Buck’s heart drops through the floor and he spins to find Chris making a mad dash for the stairs. He acts before he’s had time to process, and he’s running up behind Chris, who’s half way down the first flight of stairs, before he sees what Chris is running towards. 

Or who. 

Down in the engine bay is a lone figure dressed in army fatigues with the brightest hazel eyes Buck’s ever known. His heart jumps into his throat, and the hubbub of the party fades as his eyes meet Eddie’s for the first time in what feels like a lifetime. 

They stand there, frozen, staring at each other, and a million things pass in that wide chasm between them. A whole year’s worth of fear and sadness and loneliness. Of love and longing and hope. Buck gets a little lightheaded, and that’s when he realizes he’s been holding his breath. He huffs, and with that single breath, every doubt he’s had this year flows out of him.

Eddie’s lips twitch into a rueful smile, that smile splitting impossibly wide when he sees Chris coming around the corner and down the second flight of stairs. 

“Daddy!” Chris’ jubilant shout breaks the freezing spell Eddie and Buck are under, and they move in sync. 

“Christopher, mijo. I’ve missed you so so much.” Eddie’s muffled voice drifts up as he clutches Chris to his chest. 

When Buck finally, finally makes his way down the steps, he stops just short. 

He’s dreamt of this moment, played it in his head over and over and over, imagined every possible way it could play out, but everything he imagined pales in comparison. Buck’s chest aches in that bittersweet, delicious way he never knew he could feel, and bites the inside of his cheek to keep from crying. 

Don’t fucking cry. Don’t ruin the moment. Just don’t, Buck. 

Eddie looks up over Chris’ head, and his red-rimmed eyes glisten with unshed tears. And that fucking does it. Buck’s eyes burn, and his nose stuffs up even more as he heaves for breath. His vision blurs, and everything turns into a watery mosaic. Eddie reaches for him, Chris still tucked against his chest, and Buck steps into the embrace like his life depends on it. 

When Buck’s arms wrap around Eddie’s actual, solid form, every dam he put up breaks, and the first of many sobs heaves out of him. Chris turns around, wrapping his arms around Buck’s neck, and then Eddie’s lips are on his skin. Warm, dry, and a little chapped. 

They’re on the floor, and Chris is in Buck’s lap, and Eddie’s hands are cupping Buck’s cheeks and Buck can’t fucking breathe. Can’t fucking see because his eyes are leaking like broken faucets. But he doesn’t need to see to know Eddie’s here, in his arms, and his presence is answer enough to all of Buck’s unanswered letters.

“Hey, Buck,” Eddie rasps, his lips hovering on the corner of Buck’s mouth. 

Buck wants to say something, anything, but all that comes out is another sob. Eddie chuckles, then his lips press against Buck’s in a soft, chaste kiss. “Evan, Ev, I’m here. It’s okay.”

“Papa missed you,” Chris pipes up between them. 

Eddie’s eyes mist, and his arms slip around Buck’s shoulders. “I missed Papa too. Missed you both so, so much.” 

“Are you coming home, Daddy?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and his bright eyes lock on Buck’s with a conviction. “I’m coming home. For good.”