#this taking place the morning after the christmas party \o/

[billthedrake]

GOALS (PART FOUR)

Story idea by and collaboration with top son Turner (bimgm36@gmail.com).

[AUSTIN]

The holidays were tough. Thanksgiving meant family time for Scott. Shannon was back home and Scott took time off to spend with his wife and daugher. He even canceled our Tuesday session that week.

I had a full couple of days of training sessions to preemptively make up for the holiday. Wednesday afternoon, I made the drive an hour to my Mom's aunt's place where we always spent the holiday, at least since my parents' divorce. It was my first time visiting since I'd come out to them, and I was a little nervous. They acted like nothing was different though. Maybe nothing was different. I was still little Austin in their eyes, and nothing too much had changed.

I texted Scott throughout the day, like I did pretty much every day now. We used a different app to be discreet. By midday though his texts stopped, so I decided to give him a break and let him enjoy family time.

December also meant not as much Scott Delahunt time as I wanted. The man had some work obligations - corporate holiday parties, fundraisers, attending social events from his and his wife's circle of friends. By mid-December, too, Shannon was back home.

Scott seemed apologetic. One evening after our sessions, we were back at my place for a quickie. I used to love quickie sex, and I still did, but that's all we had time for lately. Still, Scott made a show of stripping down for me and getting on his knees in my living room. "Let me take care of you buddy," he hissed.

I still occasionally blew Scott, but it was rare now. And when time was short we went for the basics. His mouth on my cock.

I'd been worked up, and I lasted no more than a minute and a half. Scott greedily gulped my seed. He didn't even pull back to taste the cum, he just let his throat milk me. He'd gotten real good at relaxing his throat.

My prick plopped out of his lips with a smack. Scott had a proud satisfied look on his face as he slowly stroked the lower part of my rod. "Sorry I've not had much time for you, man," he said.

"You don't have to apologize, Scott," I said. "Your family comes first. I mean that."

He looked at me, a little emotional. "Wish I didn't have to choose," he admitted.

"You don't," I said. "But can I get a kiss before you head out?"

"Definitely," he grinned as he stood up. Even with a quick suck, he'd managed to cum in his fist, and I saw his spike still pulsing.

"MMMhhh," he moaned as our bodies connected, then our lips.

"Something to tide me over," he said dreamily as we pulled back.

I had been sincere about wanting Scott to enjoy his family time. But I also knew Christmas would be another tough stretch. Scott and I had no definite plans, but I'd bought him a nice golf-attire zip-up and some expensive golf balls. I wasn't sure when I'd have a chance to give them to him.

Turns out the Saturday before Christmas I got a private message from Scott. Around 7 AM, but I didn't get it until closer to 8, when I woke up.

"Short notice, buddy, but you have any free time today?"

My morning wood jerked even harder. "Yeah, absolutely," I wrote. "When is good?" Saturday usually meant a morning workout and afternoons cleaning up the apartment. But I knew I'd rearrange my schedule to his.

"Kelly and Shannon are going shopping late morning. Wanna meet at my office? Should be quiet there."

We set up a tentative plan. Which two hours later became less tentative. I was able to fit my workout in and shower, then drove straight to his work building right from the gym. Traffic was heavy with the run-up to Christmas, but I still made it on time. It was the first time I'd ever been to Scott's work. He did a great job of keeping me separate from his regular life. I think he thought I'd be offended by that, but I had experience dating married men. Maybe too much.

He was waiting at the entrance. It was cold out, and he had a knee-length camel-colored winter coat on and a plaid scarf that set off his handsome features and silvery temples. "Hey," he smiled as he took his hands out of his pocket and offered his hand for a shake.

It felt weird to shake his hand, but we were in public and this was Scott in his business mode. He was even wearing a suit.

"What's going on?" I asked, chuckling some.

Scott had an impish grin. "I thought we'd have a private Christmas celebration. Just you and me."

"Here?" I asked.

"Here, buddy," he said with a wink. "Come on."

I followed him and I felt nervous. Mostly because it felt like we were risking something by walking into his office building together, even on a Saturday.

It was deserted of course, except for the security guard. "Good day, Mr. Delahunt..." the older African-American man greeted. "Another working weekend?"

"Fraid so," Scott said. "Have some project materials to give Matt here..." he lied.

The man waved us on and soon we were taking the elevator up, way up. I think I had a fantasy idea of what a C-suite office would look like. Scott Delahunt's corner office lived up to that fantasy. Spacious, amazing view, modern furnishings, big desk.

He shut the door behind us and took off his overcoat. He wore one of his pinstripe suits, along with a banker-striped shirt and patterned tie.

I set down the shopping bag I carried, one with his presents. "I brought you your Christmas gifts," I said, excited for him to open it.

He seemed pleased and said, "I have one for you, too, buddy.... but first things first... why don't you have a seat.... over in my chair."

"You mean?"

He nodded. "It's your fantasy, right?"

I'd told him about this one all right. Turns out Scott was determined to make it a reality. I'd barely sat down in his plush leather swivel chair when the middle-aged exec undid his coat button and knelt down on the floor in front of me, almost half under his own desk. He reached out and ran his hands up my jeans and then undid my fly.

I was rock hard within seconds. Particularly as his fingers pulled down my boxer briefs and freed me for his inspection.

"How does your fantasy go?" he asked as he gave my hard tool soft gentle strokes.

"Pretty much like this," I gulped. "The big boss servicing me at his desk."

He took his eyes off my cock and looked up at me. So frickin handsome in his suit and tie. "You like being the big boss for a change, huh?"

"Oh god," I grunted and nodded. Amazed he was indulging my turns on so effortlessly.

"Well, sit back and enjoy," he hissed. Then he took me into his mouth. He was slower than normal. Almost torturously sly. I could tell he wanted me to relish this scene. I'd dreamed of it, and here Scott was, delivering it on a silver platter. His hot executive mouth working me up and down. His suit bunching up some as he hunched his shoulders to brace his upper body on my thighs.

Soon those slow strokes were going deep. All the way to my pubes. "Ah FUCK!" I hissed. Looking around the walls and out the window. Amazed I could enjoy this professional space of his as our private sexual space. "Suck my cock, boss!" I hissed.

My hand rested on his head and now pushed him down on me with each deep swallow. Just enough roughness to turn me on, but not so much as to freak Scott out. He seemed to sense my need and one hand left my thigh to take my wrist to guide it to his head.

I pumped his throat now, lifting my hips off that chair to fuck into his hot mouth. I tested his gag reflex, once but only once. Amazingly he took it for the twenty or thirty seconds it took me to work toward my cum. I looked out the window once more, then back down on his reddened face, a tear forming from the corner of his eye. My hot cocksucking dad.

I blasted. Thankfully I let up my grip when I did, and Scott pulled off for a quick gasp of air as I painted my belly with come. Until his mouth took me in to suck the rest. When I was done Scott pulled off and started licking the sperm from my abdomen. Sucking it all up.

I could tell he was hard in his suit when he pulled back. "Merry Christmas, stud."

"Maybe I can return the favor." Like I said, I rarely offered to blow Scott these days. But I didn't like how his wife sometimes cut him off, and this was the holidays...

I knew I'd said the right thing. "Yeah?" He stood up and reached down to unzip. "I know you're into being the top... but it's been so long since I've had a good blow job buddy. And you were the one to give it to me."

His spike popped out, leaking and ready. I wheeled the chair in and started licking him. I knew it wouldn't take long to suck him off. I decided to enjoy this, feeling that spike fill my mouth and the soft gentle in and out motions as I bobbed on him.

"Getting there, man," he warned, spreading his legs. Then I felt that dick jerk in my mouth and flood my craw with his daddy seed. I suckled a little as I swallowed then pulled off.

"I don't do that for you enough," I muttered. Torn between my fantasy of dad-fucking sex and the reality of being grateful for Scott Delahunt and what he meant to me.

Scott nodded as he tucked back in. "You do prefer to be serviced," he observed.

"Pretty much," I blushed.

He looked at me thoughtfully then leaned down for a soft kiss. He patted my shoulder as he leaned back up. "I love making you happy, Austin. You know that. But maybe, you think, on occasion, we can find a way for that?"

"Yeah," I conceded. "You must think I'm an asshole."

He reached in his coat pocket. "Here's how much of an asshole I consider you," he smirked. "A little early Christmas present."

"I think I know what it is," I said as I opened the card. There were two Titans tickets and a gift card for TopGolf.

"I know you're not a regular golfer, but I figured it would be fun if you wanted to go some time. You know, when the weather's warm."

"That'd be awesome," I said. I then looked at the inscription of the card.

"Merry Christmas, Austin.... Thank you for making me a new man. Love, Scott."

I bit my lip then looked up at the man, who was looking at me with such openness. "You like making me emotional, don't ya?" I laughed.

"It's a good look on you," he smiled.

"Well, I have some gifts for you, too," I said. "You can read the card later, if you like."

Scott rooted in the bag and pulled out the card. "I can't read it now?"

"You can," I said. "But it's corny."

"I like corny," he winked and undid the envelope flap. It was another one of my heartfelt letters inside. Talking about how I never got along with my dad, but I considered Scott to be the kind of dad I wished I'd had.

He looked up at me. "Oh, buddy."

"Too much?" I asked.

"Not at all," he said. "I'm honored. Truly."

I blushed. I wasn't used to being this vulnerable with another guy. "Just a warning: the gifts are kinda 'dad' gifts."

Scott laughed and pulled out the small box, the golf balls. "Nice," he said. Then looking up at me. "You ever think about playing? For real?"

"I'd need a hell of a lot of practice," I said. "Or maybe lessons."

"That could be arranged," he smiled. He looked me up and down. "You got the strength and athletic ability to do real well."

I thanked him then nodded to the bigger box. "Open the other one."

He seemed genuinely wowed by the golf top. "It's perfect, man," he said. Then leaned forward for a kiss. "Listen, I got about an hour and a half before I gotta be back. What do you think of grabbing some lunch somewhere?"

It wasn't fancy or anything. Just a regular burger lunch spot. But in my eyes Scott and I had our Christmas meal together there. It would become our tradition, actually.

[SCOTT]

"Come on, it'll be fun," I said to my daughter. "We've done Europe three summers in a row."

"Your father has gotten on one of his mid-life kicks," Kelly explained.

"We both have," I reminded her. I wasn't the one who'd signed up for baking classes.

Shannon giggled. As much as I sometimes griped to Austin about my spoiled daughter, it was still always great to see her. She was young and happy and her happiness was infectious. "I just can't believe you've been using Austin as your trainer."

Kelly sidled up to the kitchen island with a wine glass in hand. She liked to let loose over the holidays. "I think Austin has some extra business because of him," he put her arms around my shoulder. "My girlfriends all have pestered their husbands to go to him."

I blushed. Maybe I was a grade-A heel for acting like everything was normal. Like I wasn't having sex with Austin a couple of times a week. But I'd been open about developing a close friendship with my trainer. It was kind of in an "I always did like that kid" kind of tone.

But this was more. I had told Kelly and Shannon my dream of hiking Glacier National Park and was upfront this was something Austin was helping me train for. We'd be doing spring hikes in Tennessee and aim for a July trip out west. Austin and I would do the hike and then we'd meet in some resort.

"Linda Price says Jackson Hole is overrated," Kelly chimed in. "She says the smaller resorts are the real deal and much nicer."

"Can I bring Bryan?" Shannon asked. Her boyfriend of the moment.

"Of course," I said. "And some friends if you like." Maybe I figured that this would help sell the trip. But also, I knew it would be awkward to seem like I saw making Shannon's ex the only other person there.

"How come you didn't ask me to do the hike, Dad?" Shannon teased. She could get in her "girl boss" mode sometimes.

I shrugged. "You strike me as more the glamping type."

She laughed. "Maybe. Yeah."

[AUSTIN]

I really worked Scott hard that Tuesday.

"You should have pity on an old man," he teased as we walked out to our cars. It was February and plenty dark out at 8.

"I know what I'm doing," I asserted. "I specialize in training older guys, remember."

"I remember," he said. Then, quietly, Scott asked. "Have there been others? Besides me?"

He didn't spell it out but I knew what he meant. "You serious?" I asked.

"That’s not a no," he said.

"No one else," I assured him. "Yeah, sure, sometimes it's fun to look but you're the one exception to my business-only rule."

He liked that answer. I liked that he liked it. "Hell of an exception, buddy.'

I laughed. "Got time to come back to my place?" Sometimes he didn't but this was as close to routine as we'd get.

"You bet."

He was surprised when he walked in. I had a massage table set up in my living room.

"What's this?" he laughed. "Starting a side business?"

I'm not licensed," I explained. "But we did sports massage some in Kinesiology at UT."

He looked at me. "For me?"

I grinned. "I can't afford a fancy gift, but you have a birthday this week." I pointed to the table. "Come on, strip down and I'll help you relax."

He grinned and started taking off his workout sweats. I enjoyed seeing him hard. But I urged him to lie face down first.

I took my time. I applied massage oil to his daddy muscle and slowly worked it in. Like a lot of exec types, Scott was tense as hell, and our workout hadn't helped. But he moaned and shut his eyes softly as I worked him.

I did what I knew how, but there was a lot of improvising. And some more sensual, sexual stimulation, up the insides of his thighs, and along his ass.

“Turn over,” I instructed. There was his rigid spike again, leaking on his belly. But I didn't touch it. I started with his temples, then down his neck and shoulders. I could sense the tension leave him, even if I wasn't an expert.

Or else the tension was going straight to his prick. I went to the other end. I started with the calves and worked up the legs, one then the other. Finally I grabbed hold of his hardon with my oiled hand and pumped.

I didn't have any special technique here, either, but I was mimicking a tug motion, like milking a cow's udder. Scott was so worked up. He opened his eyes. Hungrily feasting on my shirtless body.

"Austin!" he hissed. And like that sperm flew out, over my first and up onto his chest.

His body tensed in aftershocks, then he reached out to touch my own tented crotch. "Let me do you," he urged. I'd been ready to make this a special Scott day. But I wasn't gonna turn down a blow job. I pulled my sweats down and let my hard cock just toward his face.

Scott twisted his position and took me into his mouth. He'd gotten so good at this. Rapidly he worked his head and up and down while I took in the vision of his naked body. Older, beautiful, just having had its own release.

I pulled out. My prick spurted on Scott's tongue which got him to open wide for the rest of my load. Some of it hit his chin and dribbled down but the man caught most of it before circling his lips back on me to suck it all down.

"You've never done that," he remarked when he finally sat up.

"Yeah, I wanted to see the cum," I explained.

"Was hot," he said as he leaned in for a kiss.

I let him shower the oil off. "I'm gonna sleep well," he said as he came in fully dressed again. Ready to head back home.

"I'm glad. Happy early birthday, Scott."

"I won't be able to spend any time with you this weekend," he explained.

"I get it," I assured him. "For real."

He gave me a nod. I could see some conflicted emotions but stoically he walked out of my pace and into the February cold.

[SCOTT]

Two years ago I would have hated a place like this. But it was a warm March day and I was hanging out with Austin at TopGolf. It was a blast. He had a competitive streak and though I was a better hitter, he had some power in his drives. He got into keeping tally of our scores.

"Good thing it's not a putt putt challenge," he said. "My Dad would always take us when we were in Gatlinburg. I got pretty good."

"How long ago was that?" I asked as I sipped my beer.

"A while," he admitted. "But a few of my buddies and I would actually go play when we were in college. We'd get hammered then make bets on who'd get the best score."

I laughed. "Sounds like a country club," I deadpanned. "Only the drinks would cost more."

"How's the trip planning going?" Austin asked after his turn. He was responsible for the hike planning for Montana, but I was arranging flights, hotels, transportation, park reservations, the rest of it.

"All booked," I said. "You're gonna have to put up with Shannon and her friends."

"It'll be fine," Austin grinned. "I'm a charming guy." He was a little tipsy, I could tell. "Just tell me we're gonna have some alone time, Mr. D."

I smiled. "A week backpacking's not enough alone time?"

"I mean after," he said. "I'm greedy that way."

"We gotta be careful," I cautioned him. "But you have a way of getting me to do things for you, Mr. White."

[AUSTIN]

"How you doing?" I asked as we entered a steeper stretch. I had tried to give myself more of the weight, but Scott insisted on carrying an equal load in our packs.

"Doing good," he said, a little out of breath and very much breaking a sweat, but not making a show of it. "I have a personal trainer who's whipped me into shape."

I laughed. "The gym's different from the trail," I reminded him.

Scott was never short with me, but he was getting short now. "I told you I wanted a challenge, buddy, and I meant it. I'm good."

I was used to type-A corporate types in my job, and it was times like this that I remembered Scott Delahunt was one of them.

The first day was the longest and hardest, and when we got to our first spot to set up, Scott was quiet, almost moody. "Can we rest for a sec?" he asked as we plopped down on a rock. He looked out over the landscape. Parts of the Smokies weren't dramatic. This was dramatic. But contemplation of the scenery was the last thing on Scott's mind. "Glad we beat the thunderstorm," he said as he pulled out his water bottle and took a good swig.

I let him be frustrated. I'd gotten real good at reading Scott's moods. I took a good swig of water myself and enjoyed just being up in the mountains again. Then I got up and gently squeezed Scott's shoulder and walked over to unpack the tent.

He was actually really efficient at helping put it up. "You learn those knots in Scouts?" I asked.

"Probably," he smiled. I was glad to see his humor return. "But I forgot them. I studied up before coming."

I fixed the last of the tiers to the poles. "Looks like that thunderstorm is coming," I said as I looked up to the sky, feeling the breeze pick up just as the clouds were really darkening.

We got the bags inside the tent. I had the foresight to take a tarp and stretch it over some exposed rock dirt and secure it with rocks. We'd want somewhere dry to cook and eat.

The drops came, a few of them, then a lot. I got in the tent first, and Scott ducked in a second after.

"Welcome to the Smokies," I said.

"Love it," came his reply. We plopped down on the tent floor. Scott unfurled his sleeping bag as I did mine.

"I hope we're only using one of these bags," I teased.

Scott looked over, a playful look in his eyes. "Tight fit," he said. Already he was untucking his shirt. "But maybe we can test it out."

I was matching his moves. "I'm a little sweaty," I said.

"So am I," Scott replied. "The hike leader is a real slavedriver."

He managed to get naked first and I saw that beautiful dad spike sticking out of his crotch. I loved every hardon Scott threw for me, with me and around me.

We scooted toward one another. The tent wasn't that big anyway. "We can take our time, right?" I asked.

The rain was coming down. It felt magical. The right time with the right man. The two of us alone in nature.

We kissed and humped against one another. His body was warm and clammy. He gripped my own sweaty muscle. It felt like how men should have sex.

Apparently that's what Scott thought. He pulled back and ran his hands along my arm muscle, from my forearm to my biceps and triceps and then back. "It's nice being with a man," he said, thoughtfully. "Sometimes, I still can't believe it."

I looked into his face. Just that older, dad-like handsomeness was enough to make me and keep me rock hard. The lines around his eyes, and the salt and pepper hair, now grayer than when I first met him. "I've always been too scared to ask you, but you ever get weirded out by it?"

That caught him by surprise. "Why are you afraid to ask?" he hissed then kissed along my chin. I liked this private version of Scott a lot. Sensual as much as sexual.

"I dunno," I said. "Maybe a part of me is always afraid you'll go back to being straight."

He looked at me, taking in my words. "It's not about words for me, Austin. I can't explain."

"You don't have to," I said. "Some things can be put into words anyway."

He nodded. "Maybe. Still, I don't want you afraid to ask me anything. Ever."

"OK," I said. I rolled over on top of him. Just this position got me going. I held my body up above him and felt his hands explore my lats and sides as we looked into each other's eyes. "Do you love me, Scott?"

He didn't hesitate. "I do." I could feel his heart pump through the connection of our dicks. "I don't want to lead you on, Austin. Maybe I can't give you what you need. But I love you."

I smiled. "You give me plenty, sir."

"Sir?" he laughed.

I blushed. But gently thrust my cock against his. "My parents taught me to respect my elders." Kind of teasing, but also suggesting to Scott what was on my mind.

I could see the wheels turning in his head. "I've been afraid to ask you things, too."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Are you looking for a daddy?"

I raised my eyebrow. "You've been studying up on the gays," I teased.

"I gotta keep up with you somehow, Austin," he said sincerely. "But you didn't answer my question."

"I have a daddy already," I said directly, getting the courage to look him in the eye as I described my fantasy, my kink. "I guess I'm looking for a dad."

His fingers now lazily traced circles along my flank. "Sorry. You're gonna have to explain."

I scooted off him, taking the chance to run my hand along his chest and furry abs. He'd slimmed down a lot over the last month, and I could see knotted ridges of his abs now. "A daddy is any older guy I'm with. But a dad.... well, I get turned on by the incest fantasy."

I examined his face for a hostile reaction. Or a positive one. Instead I saw pure curiosity as Scott reached over and wrapped his hand around my cock. "You're rock hard just talking about it."

I nodded. "We don't have to explore this," I assured him. "But I think about it when we have sex. A lot."

"You think of your father instead of me?" I could tell he was a little hurt by that idea.

"Fuck no," I interjected. "I dream of you being my dad. And being with you that way... Sorry if that freaks you out."

He shook his head and removed his hand from my dick. "Doesn't freak me out. It's a new idea to me. A little weird. But I like seeing you turned on." He turned over and I got an amazing view of his backside as Scott rifled through his backpack. I'll just say his back and leg workouts were paying real dividends.

When he turned back he had some lubricant in his hand. "It's been too long," he said. "You wanna?"

I nodded. There would be no rim job this time nor any extended foreplay, but it turns out we were both worked up. The thunderstorm had passed, but the rain still pattered on our tent. Scott scooted in place beneath me and let me place his legs on my shoulders. I decided I like this position, a lot. The ability to see Scott's handsome face as I penetrated him.

"I'm not ready for the 'dad' talk," he said. "But if you wanna think it..." he urged.

Just that permission felt wild. I pumped Scott slow and deep. And he became Dad as I fucked. My hunky, wonderful Dad who let his son have his way far too often. Like now. Scott's eyes looked up at me, knew what I was thinking, his hands urging me to enjoy this fuck.

He was enjoying it, too, his own fist working his spike slowly with each steady pump of my cock inside him. His body enjoying that connection between his p-spot and his dick.

I had an idea though. I nudged his hand aside with my own. Grabbing his cock like a handle, I took over stroking him. Focusing a little less on my own immediate need, though after so long Scott's ass felt amazing on my bare cock.

"You like this?" I asked. Eyes on his as I fucked.

He nodded excitedly, amazed at feeling a different hand than his as we mated. "God yes."

"Keep your hands to the side, OK?" I asked and more than a little commanded. "I wanna get you off."

His eyes were pure excitement as he let his body take over. I was getting real close to nutting myself but I wanted to see if this would work first. I knew Scott loved seeing me get my pleasure and the telltale look on my face was tripping his triggers.

"Keep your hands off!" I urged, louder now.

Scott nodded eagerly, already on the climb toward orgasm.

Just at that moment I let go and put all the power into my thrusts. By instinct Scott's hand went up but I intercepted. And like that, I was watching Scott Delahunt have his first hands-free orgasm. That spike spurting high globs of semen onto his furry front as his body jerked and his deep voice cried out.

"Yes," I hissed and like that I was shooting my wad deep into the man.

The man fell back onto the sleeping bag, head limp as he caught his breath. I slowly pulled out and let his legs come down from my shoulders.

"That was SO hot, Scott," I said as I leaned down to kiss him, his spermy body connecting with my sweaty muscle.

"I'm glad," Scott muttered as he pulled my hard body to his. "I still can't think," he laughed. "You fucked it all out of me."

[stars-n-spice]

Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see–a family struggle to get ready for Halloween. Or the fic in which the Bad Batch holds their annual Halloween party at their ranch for all their friends and family.

Chapter Three: The Invitees

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“RISE AND SHINE BOYS!”

Tup gasped, his eyes shooting open as he jolted in bed while on the other side of the room, Fives shouted in surprise and nearly fell out of his bed. Once they recovered from their scare, the two brothers groaned in sync at the rude awakening as Rex’s younger sister, Ahsoka barged into their room in her Nightmare Before Christmas pajamas, banging a drum stick against an empty Halloween trick or treat pail shaped like a jack-o-lantern. 

“Ahsoka-” Fives groaned, flopping back down in bed and pulling the covers over his head, “what the hell?”

“What do you mean, ‘what the hell’? It’s Halloween!” She exclaimed, moving further into their room to poke Fives with her drum stick, “C’mon, get up!”

Tup rubbed his eyes, his curly hair a complete mess as he looked over at his older brother and Ahsoka with a small smile, despite how much his heart was racing from being woken up so suddenly by the enthusiastic teenager. 

“It’s Halloween?” Five questioned, raising an eyebrow before he chuckled softly, “With how loud and excited you’re being right now so early in the morning, you’d think that it was Christmas or something..” 

Tup smiled and shook his head before piping up, “At least on Halloween you should be allowed to sleep in. Stuff doesn’t happen until later.” 

“So?” Ahsoka huffed, raising an eyebrow as she looked over at Tup, “C’mon, Halloween is fun when you can experience it to its fullest!” She waved her hands around, before adding, “Besides, Halloween means going to the Bad Batch Ranch and we don’t have costumes yet!” 

“Do we really need costumes?” Tup asked, tilting his head with a small frown, “it’s not like…a law or anything to not have one?”

“Fine, be boring,” Ahsoka replied, shrugging playfully, “but Rex is going to take me to Spirit Halloween to see if they’ve got any more costumes left. You can come with, or I’m just going to pick something out for you.” 

“Well, have fun, I already have a costume,” Fives responded, waving a hand in the air as he got comfortable again. 

Ahsoka frowned and started to tug the blankets off of him. “You can’t go in the maid dress again , Fives! It was funny the first time when you did it with the rest of em’ but now it’s just predictable and basic.” 

Tup laughed softly and Fives groaned, rubbing his face as Ahsoka successfully managed to yank the blankets off of him. As much as Fives loved having a place to stay at Rex’s whenever they were in town and on leave, that also meant having to live alongside Ahsoka and that was a whole other thing. 

“Fine, fine,” Fives huffed, giving in and swinging his legs over the side of his bed, “I’m up, I’m up.” As much of a morning person Fives wasn’t, he couldn’t deny that he was also pretty excited for the day ahead. Halloween was definitely one of his favorite holidays, after all, who didn’t like tricks and treats? But it was also one of his favorites because he could spend some time with Echo again and with the rest of their friends in a nice, relaxing environment. Well, somewhat relaxing. 

As Fives got up, so did Tup, the two men stretched and yawned as Ahsoka grinned, satisfied and pleased with herself and her ability to be the best surrogate younger sister. As they began to get ready, she left their room to give them time and space, shouting over her shoulder as she left,

“Hurry up! Rex made French Toast!” 

Right on cue, the sweet smell wafted into the room, making the brothers grin and their stomachs rumble. Maybe getting up wasn’t all that bad. 

“Oh! And Rex says the last one at the table has to wash dishes!” Ahsoka added, shouting down the hallway before the sound of her taking off could be heard. 

Tup and Fives both looked at each other, a silence filling their room before Tup suddenly took off to the door, pushing Fives to the side, causing him to shout before breaking out into laughter as he chased after his younger brother. 

“You little shits! Get back here!”

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have yourself a merry little christmas

christmas is hard for steve, he hates it, any memories he has are of his parents out of town and spending it with his grandma or alone after she passed when he was 16, but with you it’s different | (  1.2k, sad, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

H A V E Y O U R S E L F A M E R R Y L I T T L E C H R I S T M A S

🎶 christmas makes me cry, kacey musgraves

“Whoever invented Christmas trees should have their ass kicked,” Steve grumbled from on the other side of the large, bristly pine he was begrudgingly helping you string lights around.

“Tell me how you really feel,” you quip back with a grin, peeking at him through the branches. His brows were knitted together in frustration, fingers fumbling with the tangled string of lights in his hands. You knew how much he hated Christmas and so you knew how much he must love you to be doing this on a Friday night instead of literally anything else.

Steve’s eyes flicked up from the mess he was holding and he set you with a look. He wanted to be mad, wanted to hate this, but when his eyes met yours he felt the heat in chest shrink. How could he hate anything that meant spending time with you?

Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year, right? Well. Not for everyone.

Almost every single Christmas at the Harrington household was far from wonderful. Steve’s dad always had some excuse: an extravagant party in New York for a client, a last minute meeting on Christmas Eve he couldn’t miss, or – the worst one of all – extending a business trip to spend time with the wife away.

At first, when he was just a kid, Christmas morning would roll around and Steve would clamber out of bed, hoping and praying he’d find his mom and dad waiting for him on the couch.

Surprise, Stevie! We’re home early!

But it was the same every single year. Grandma, smiling up at him with a fresh cinnamon roll and glass of milk. A small pile of presents would be waiting on the hearth of the fireplace next to the tiny table-top tree she’d bring over, tiny ornaments and lights trying to make it special for him.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart, and she’d snuggle him in close and they’d make the best of their little Christmases together.

He still holds these memories close to his heart, knows how hard she tried, how much she loved him, but when she passed just after his sixteenth birthday those happy memories cracked and faded with each shitty Christmas that followed. No cinnamon rolls, no little tree by the fireplace, no warm hugs against the fluffy pink of her bathrobe. His parents reasoned he was old enough, he could spend it with friends if he wanted.

It’ll be fun, son!

It wasn’t.

So he erased the holiday from his calendar. It was like any other day, just with snow on the ground outside, and he’d crawl through it suspended between anger, grief, frustration, and disappointment.

Until now.

“Listen, this is impossible,” Steve grumbled, shaking the ball of lights, not at all an effective way to untangle them, but you caught the wobble in his voice.

Moving around to his side of the tree, you took the ball of lights from him and placed them on the floor. “Hey, I can do this later,” your voice was gentle, and when you looked up into his eyes you could see tears welling along his long, pretty brown lashes.

Biting the inside of his cheek he tried to feel anything other than the sadness that was suddenly swallowing him whole and he squeezed his eyes shut, tears slowly streaming down his freckled cheeks. He was holding his breath, a tactic used only in the most desperate of times, hoping and praying that he could suffocate it.

“Steve…” taking his face in your hands you pulled his forehead down to meet yours and without hesitation he enveloped you in his arms tightly as if you were the only thing holding him together.

His shoulders shook as he buried his face into the crook of your neck and you felt your throat tighten with a sadness of your own, wanting more than anything to take away the hurt, the pain that gripped him, made him feel so small.

You didn’t say anything at all, allowed him to be in the moment. When he finally pulled away to look at you, his eyes, despite being bleary, were still so damn pretty. Long lashes holding onto the last little tears that hadn’t made their way down his freckled cheeks.

Lifting a hand up to hold the line of his jaw you brushed your thumb over his cheek to wipe away the tears as he tried to give you a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Clearing his throat he shook his head and pulled away a bit to run his hands over his face, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry, I know how much you love Christmas and all the lights and ornaments and–”

Cutting him off you grabbed his face again and pressed a kiss to his lips, swallowing the rest of his sentence. It was soft, languid and sweet, as you caught his bottom lip between yours, and his arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you in tight. The scent of the pine tree mingled with Steve’s cologne, the feeling of his arms around you taking your breath away. You wished you could stay like that forever, but reluctantly you pulled away.

Opening your eyes to look into Steve’s, you were surprised to find a small, boyish smile tugging up at the corners of his lips. “Okay?” you ask softly, your noses brushing together lightly.

“M’yeah,” he replies, voice sounding sturdier, more confident, more Steve, and it encourages a smile of your own.

“I was saving these for later, but now is good,” you said softly, untangling yourself from his arms and hurrying to the kitchen for a minute.

Steve watched you scuffle away, a confused look on his face as he combed his hands through his hair, trying to gather himself back together. Vulnerability wasn’t his strong suit, he was always the rock, the steady hand, the lighthouse in the storm, but with you it was different. It felt safe. You didn’t need the reassurance, didn’t need him to be the knight in shining armor coming to save the day. Instead it felt like holding hands, pulling each other up when the other fell, shouldering the weight together, and when you came back out from the kitchen he felt the corners of his eyes sting with tears again.

Your nose scrunched up as you held the plate of cinnamon rolls, the frosting on the top messy and untidy looking. “Sorry, Robin helped me, and well–” you half sighed, half laughed, shaking your head, “–I think they’ll taste good!”

Biting in his lower lip Steve looked up at the ceiling, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks again, and when he brought his gaze back down to you he chuckled. “They look delicious,” he said, voice crackly for just a minute, but he recovered as he took the plate from you to put it on the coffee table.

Reaching a hand out to take hold of your waist he pulled you in close again, his other hand lifting to rest gently on your cheek. “Merry Christmas,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Merry Christmas,” again, a kiss to your cheek. “Merry Christmas,” a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Merry Christmas,” a whisper, and then his soft, warm lips pressed against yours as he wrapped both arms around your waist, the ball of tangled lights shining happily from the floor.

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[trashiewrites]

All the HCs I’ve done but ALEJANDRO EDITION!!

All the head cannons ive done but our favorite Mexican man. Cause TBH who doesn’t love his goofy ass.

ALSO YES I AM ALIVE!! I have a lot of request and work has been killing me lately! So if you have a request you sent im still doing them i swear! Enjoy!!

Relationship:

+CAN AND WILL SERENADE YOUUU

+won your heart with his guitar. That is just the truth. You try to lie and say something more romantic.

+He gets offended that you think it wasn't romantic.

+Honestly, he's when he isn't working, HES A PUPPY! He's so happy to be around you and wants to get up and do things with you.

+It is not uncommon to see you two roaming the streets of Las Almas till dusk because he honestly wants to.

+HE MAKES THE BEST FOOD HAND DOWN!! IF YOU WANNA DATE A MAN FOR HIS COOKING YOU CAN NOT AND I REPEAT C A N N O T BEAT ALEJANDRO

+If you aren't a fan of Mexican food, he's okay with it. He would usually make you a separate meal cause you aren't stopping him from his Carnita Enchiladas.

+His family (if he does have any) Is very kind to you! If you don't speak Spanish, they try their best to speak English and you try to talk as much as Alejandro teaches you.

+Going through your daily chores doing Spanish lessons with him

+ Legit, your number one fan! in everything, no matter what. 

Sick

:+You wanna know the best thing about Mexican/ Hispanic foods? THERE IS A LOT OF SOUP!!!

+SOUP IS NEVER JUST BORING CHICKEN NOODLES! THIS MAN MAKES IT ALL; FIDEO, MENUDO, CALDO DE QUESO! AKA surprise soup every day.

+ Takes over all the chores in the house. All of them

+ *INSERT DEAFENING VOLUME SPANISH MUSIC* You already know he's doing more dancing than actually cleaning.

+ Vix... If you know, you know...

+He's not entirely against medicine, but let's say he's wary about it... Won't stop you from doing it tho. It's more of a personal thing. 

+ About him getting sick, "Si no te estás muriendo, estás bien." If you aren't dying, you're fine.

+You often argue with him over this mentality because he gets really bad sometimes. I mean he needs to go to the hospital before because of it

.+AKA Good luck trying to keep this puto in place. That will be the biggest challenge

. Christmas:

+1st day of November, He gives no fucks.

+Prob took out the tree the day after Halloween.

+you get new ornaments every single year, this year you found one from a series you like. Mister over here got a T-Rex with some skis.

+ He's not particularly too religious but he does have religious-based decorations. You know the usual, baby Jesus and the three wise men. You may have given some new decorations to the Virgin Mary you may not have.

 +He does go to church Christmas morning with his family. He always asks you if you want to come and if you don't that's okay with him.

 +There's a cookout at his family's place that lasts a bit, nothing too crazy! Lots of dancing, live music and of course, great food.

+THE REAL KICKER IS THE PARTY ALEJANDRO TAKES YOU TO WITH HIS SQUAD. Ooooh, THAT PLACE IS LIVELY!

+yall both drank so much you blacked out. Luckily you didn't drive home that night. Rudy did, but you wouldn't know that till later.

Wedding:

+The wedding was in Las Almas, no doubt. At least it would be tough to convince him for it to be anywhere else.

+if you had to pick anywhere if you didn't want a church wedding, then it would be in the woods nearby. Nice and scenic!

+He spent whatever to have it look the way you wanted. Any expense as long as he deemed it reasonable.

+The ceremony itself was amazing! Mystical and beautiful, felt as if you were in your little fairy tale.  AND TO BE MARRIED TO ALEJANDRO! oh, honey, you were in tears.

+Yall already know who his best man is. 100% Rudy, and if they could make it, Soup and Ghost.

+ The reception after was WILD! Not perfect though. 

+paid for a custom cake and umm... it arrived... a little lopsided but that's okay! A little melted too but it's okay, still edible!

+He slammed your face into your slice of cake. Soon after met with the same fate. Cake faced, he acted shocked and offended.

+didn't get absolutely shitfaced at your own wedding surprisingly. Everyone who was a guest, except the designated driver, got hammered. 

+overall 9.5/10 would marry again.

[jadedrrose]

Not Just Another Day

Mandatory Levi birthday fic, because I’m very in love with him rn :)

Warnings: none, sfw! Reader can be gender neutral, but they do wear a dress in this.

Christmas had always just had one meaning to you, up until you met your lover. But now it had two meanings, making it even more special in your heart.

Despite his indifference toward both occasions, you always wanted to do something special for Levi. It was a bit difficult to do elaborate things, being in the Scouts and all, but you always managed. This year, you settled on making dinner for the both of you, and taking it up to your quarters to privately eat together.

Luckily for you, Levi didn’t often stop by your shared room during the day. He mostly stayed holed up in his office or doing anything to keep himself busy. So you were able to have a table and chairs dragged up with the help of a few others, and you set out candles to light later.

This was all after your shared quiet moment in the morning. On the other hand, Levi knew the holidays were important to you. He always got you something special, and would try his best to be a little nicer to everyone. You found it rather endearing. But every year, without fail, he’d give you the present right after the two of you woke up. He never even gave you time to get dressed.

This year, you’d given him a “fake” present this morning. You’d given him tea that was more on the expensive side, one he hadn’t had in quite some time.

But tonight, your real gift was a tea cup you had made, with gold and green designs to outline it. And, a matching tea plate of course. You’d honestly struggled for a bit, trying to learn how to make them. But you were rather proud of how it all turned out.

The box which your work was wrapped in sat on the table, which you were now setting up in preparation for dinner. You placed plates and silverware in their correct spots, making sure everything looked neat and orderly. You placed two glasses beside each plate, just for some water. The idea was that Levi would ask why you hadn’t put out tea cups, and you’d then present the gift to him. Once everything looked good, you headed down to the kitchen to grab the food you’d prepared before setting the table. Hopefully someone hadn’t touched it…

To nobody’s surprise, a younger scout, Sasha, was eyeing the food with an odd face… one that was like a suppressed grin, of sorts? But you knew how this girl was. She loved food. And you knew she would most likely be the only person to steal it.

“Sasha, what are you lookin’ at there?” You asked, approaching her with your arms crossed over your chest.

She jumped, snapping her head to look at you. “I… haha, I was just… um, looking… heh.”

“…right,” you replied, suspicion written on your face. “Well, I need to get the food, so, if you could move?”

“It just… looks so yummy,” she said, the grin breaking. She was now drooling.

“If there’s leftovers I’ll bring you some,” you offered.

That seemed to get her off your back. With a small chuckle and roll of your eyes, you picked up the tray of food and headed out.

It seemed everybody was getting ready for the usual Christmas party. A lot of the younger scouts were in the dining hall, helping set up the buffet of food and getting presents for each other all lined up under the already falling apart, sparsely decorated tree. It was too bad you couldn’t afford even a mini Christmas tree for your quarters, you thought.

A few moments later, you had the dinner set up and ready. You just needed to change now. You opened up the wardrobe in your bedroom to find a nicer dress. Nicer than what you could afford, as a Scout.

The top was a pristine white, with some lacing around the neckline and sleeve cuffs. The skirt that went with it had the same lacing, only it was an off-black color. To feel a little fancy, you decided to add the only belt-corset you owned. Another thing that was hard to come by for a good price.

You quickly brushed through your hair and made it look nice, putting on a pair of gold earrings with a matching necklace. You were eyeing yourself in the mirror when you realized you hadn’t changed out of your uniform boots. You could hear soft footsteps coming closer to the room. Panicking, you yanked the boots off and threw them in the closet, quickly pulling out a nice lace up heeled pair, trying to pull the strings up as fast as humanly possible.

You were halfway up the second boot when the door opened. You shot up from your spot leaning against the wall with your foot raised on the vanity stool, leaving the laces dangling, trying to cover it with your skirt.

“What the hell are you doing?” Were the first words he said to you.

“I set up a dinner for us,” you stated, your awkward panicked face changing to a small smile.

“Yeah. But why the hell were you bent over on the wall with your foot up?” Levi kept questioning.

It wasn’t the most embarrassing thing ever, especially considering you were married to him. So why did you feel embarrassed?

“I uh… was putting on my nice boots, but I wanted to look nice when you walked in, so I stopped,” you awkwardly explained yourself.

“Uh-huh,” was all he said as he walked in your direction. You expected him to place a short kiss onto your cheek as he always did, but instead he grabbed your skirt to reveal your untied boot, pulling your leg up so he could finish tying it.

Your face turned red at the gesture. But why? It was so in character of him to do something like that. Maybe it was that you didn’t want to mess up his night?

“There. Now… what the hell is all this?” Levi asked again, nodding his head to the table and food.

“I made us dinner. And I wanted it to be more private this year, so…”

“But why?”

You looked at him funny. “Why? It’s your birthday, did you forget?”

“No. But I’ve told you before I could care less,” he stated. “It’s just another day.”

“But I care,” you argued, “and it’s not ‘just another day’! I wanted to do something especially nice for you. Especially with how the kids tortured you last year.”

You thought back to that. Stupidly, you’d decided that you could save time and just have dinner with everyone at the Christmas party. But then the younger scouts had chased Levi (and you) around all evening with a mistletoe. It made you wonder when they got so bold.

He simply hummed, looking over the table and changing the subject. “The food at least looks better than the shit down there,” he noted.

“I tried my best with what we had in the pantry… hope it at least looks edible,” you shrugged.

“I’d take anything you make over that shit any day.”

You giggled at his comment. “Well, we should go ahead and eat before it gets cold and then turns to shit.”

—

The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, but the dinner portion of tonight didn’t really take that long given the fact neither of you were trying to talk with food in your mouths.

Then, like clockwork, the big question came up.

“Why didn't you make any tea?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You couldn’t help but to let out a girlish giggle, face warming up again. It was exactly how you envisioned it.

“Well, I have a reason,” you started.

“It better not be a stupid one.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing the gift gently toward him with your fingertips.

Curiously, he opened the box carefully without ripping the paper to shreds.

You didn’t expect him to grin, or get excited, or anything that would be ridiculously unlike him. But he could’ve smirked, at the very least.

“Another tea set?” He asked, looking up at you. His gaze at least seemed softer.

“Mhm. But it’s not just another one,” you smiled. “I made it,” you proudly informed him.

Then Levi’s face changed. You could tell he was trying to hide a smile. It was so endearing and cute that you could cry.

“You… made it?” He repeated your words, eyeing the details along the glass.

“Mhm, I practiced a lot while you were busy. I think I did a pretty good job. But you’re the expert here, right?”

He nodded, not taking his eyes off your gift. “It’s… nice,” he commented. “Thank you.”

You smiled warmly, “you’re welcome. Do you want to go make some tea to put in it?”

He seemed to think about it, before shaking his head no.

“No?” You questioned, looking rather shocked at the answer.

“No. I’d rather not have to go down there where the brats are throwing another lame party,” he explained. “And… I think I’d much rather stay up here with you. Just us.”

“Just us…” you repeated, blushing all over again. “You’re so cute, I love you.”

Then it was his turn to blush, though it was much less noticeable than yours. If anyone else had called him cute, they’d be dead within the minute.

But you just had that special privilege.

He paused for a moment, clearly flustered by your comment. But then he looked up and smiled, a real smile, at you. “I love you too,” he muttered.

You’d say that this year’s celebration was a success, then.

[unseenacademic]

3. What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written?

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

3. Oh, this is hard! But I guess my favorite is Breathe. It deals with the aftermath of the MS scandal, from Abbey's perspective, because this is a plot I'm very passionate about and I'm also very upset with the inherent sexism of the society and the system, which enabled Jed to get away with a slap on the wrist, while Abbey lost her medical license in an act of sacrifice. It takes place the morning after the party in "Dead Irish Writers", it's Abbey's birthday and she's about to face NH Medical Board. Oh and it takes place in February, not March! A weird hill to die on, I know lol

6. Yes, there are! There are two series of fics that I return to all the time because they're so good!

There is a beautiful series which portrays Jed and Abbey's lives together from the moment they meet in college up to (currently) the late '80s. It's written by Abby J and Amber L and some parts of the series can also be found on ao3, this is Part One. The authors are meticulous about canon and Abbey and Jed deal with different challenges, raising three kids with very demanding careers and there's also smut, because it's Jed and Abbey.

There is also this wonderful, wonderful fic by Amanda, a post-ep for "No exit" (season 5) which deals with the aftermath of the drill and Jed and Abbey's strained relationship. They are perfectly in character, the writing style is beautiful and of course there's very hot smut, because it's Jed and Abbey. Actually there are many great fics written by Amanda, a couple of AUs where Jed deals with the world politics (I know, I know...), but mostly post-eps dealing with seasons 5 and 6. Masters of of their Fates (season 6), O, Canada (post-ep for "Dead Irish Writers"), No Syringe in the Night Stand (post-ep for "Abu el Banat") etc.

14. I know it's impossible, since it's been 25 years, but I would LOVE to see White Christmas as a Christmas episode/flashback. Imagine Stockard and Martin bantering and quoting Robert Frost at each other, Brad slipping on the stairs and earning himself a pink bandaid, Richard sulking and sipping his eggnog... aaaand we'd get to see the daughters and the granddaughter!

Thank you, friend! 💜💜💜💜

More Fanfic Writer Asks

[oddballwriter]

hi!! i`m very curios how guys from emh will celebrate christmas with s/o?^w^

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Warnings: HABIT is here, mentions of a drinking game and getting wasted

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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I like to think that the whole main group would actually come together and do a white elephant party type of thing

If you don't know how that works, everyone in the group gets a general gift(s) and places them all in a group, then the participants pull a number and then thats the order the picking goes in. People people then have to open it once they get it. Meanwhile every person has one steal/trade move. Basically if you like someone else's gift then you 'trade' it but you can only use it once, and the person you stole from can 'trade' it back.

The game is slightly chaotic and I feel like that's their vibes

But that's sort of just a thought for the whole EMH crew and not just the guys

Vinny

You decorate the house and decorate the tree together

He doesn't know why but this just feels nice and wholesome to him

My family used to put up a Christmas tree when I was younger but it wasn't an actual tree, it was a fake one that you put together

I feel like if you have one of those then putting in together makes for fun banter

"This rod says that it belongs in part J, but I don't see a part J anywhere" "Are you sure." "I'm sure." "How sure." "83.6%"

Putting it together would take a while and so would the decorating so I feel like maybe some around the tree gossip would happen?? 👀👀

At least it would happen in my house when we would do it and that was the best part so maybe while decorating that would happen

Jeff

Would walk around the neighborhood and look at all the houses that are decorated or have displays

Also, I'm going to say it

In the game of white elephant and after you go home. He'd actually reveal that he got a present just for you but didn't put it in the pile just so that if you get it at any point, no one can steal it from you

The whole point of the game was that it was a free-for-all but it doesn't hurt anybody

He makes the best hot chocolate. I have no proof it's just vibes

Evan

I don't know why but I feel like he'd try and do a drinking game with something involving Christmas

Like watch home alone and take a shot for how many times the traps were just lowkey attempted murder

Or watch a bunch of basic ass Christmas romcoms and take a shot for all the clichés

Either way, he thought it was a fun idea but you guys will end up wasted

But if you aren't into drinking games that's fine, I think you guys would also make some treats like cookies or stuff like that

I also feel like he gets a present just for you but he actually puts in the game of white elephant

But he actually tries to be the one to get the present and then waits a while till you got a present and then he trades with you so that you get the gift

And he plays the long wait if he needs to just to make sure that you're the one who gets it in the end

HABIT

He doesn't really celebrate it at all

He doesn't hate it, he just doesn't participate in it

But he will get you a gift of some kind but just because that is a thing he likes to do in general

Like you could wake up the next morning after a Christmas party with friends and or family and there's just a single present on the table from HABIT but he's nowhere to be seen

Listen I feel like you can't ever take HABIT to a party, he has no self control over himself

There's no sense of censor in there and he knows this

[thedaveandkimmershow]

Our Christmas Eve day ends up being a highly focused Christmas preparation event. So I leave the house around 9, maybe later, whilst Kimmer embarks on baking and cooking.

Not just baking and cooking for tomorrow, though. She makes samples as she goes. Samples we get to eat on the fly across the day.

Nine-thirty I'm at the Alderwood 16 buying tickets for Wonka, the movie we're gonna see as a family tomorrow, Christmas Day, at 12:30.

Ten o'clock it's Trader Joe's. Ten-thirty it's the Neighborhood Walmart. Back home by 11:30. I tag out. Kimmer tags in. And now she's out 'n about shopping.

Me, I'm in the house wrapping presents for family friends who're coming over Christmas night, I'm doing a bit of house cleaning with guests in mind, and I'm hanging the final string of outdoor lights (the non-blinky kind) from the front door to the end of the west side of the house.

I think I prolly did the lights first 'cause Kimmer didn't want me up a ladder without her being there as well.

Not sure why. 🤨🤔

So I get the lights done, Kimmer goes out, Kimmer gets back, she tags out and I tag in to go out and get the cat food both of us forgot to buy our first time out. After that, I'm on the hunt for a single pint of whole milk Linzy wants for the Land 'o Lakes hot chocolate mix she brought. She actually shows up at our place right as I'm about to leave to get the cat food... then she goes into the house to help Kimmer by decorating the tree with her choice of ornaments and ribbon stashed in three big crates of Christmas ornaments we collected through the years from Kimmer's original collection she brought into our marriage, to ones we bought together, to a separate collection we got from a friend of ours, to ones Kimmer made when we lived at the apartment.

There's a lot of opportunities, a lot of ways to go decorating our tree from scratch, is my point.

By the time I'm back, that tree is good and done.

And gorgeous.

It really is a helluva thing Linzy did.

Her own little Christmas miracle, as far as I'm concerned. ☺️☺️☺️

So now it's passed five and we're all back in the house together. Linzy decides it's time for a coupla pre-Christmas gifts. In this case, gift bags filled with specialty mugs and Land 'o Lakes hot chocolate. Mint for me. Trader Joe's chocolate butter cups for Kimmer, which, I now realize isn't so much hot chocolate as it is straight-up chocolate.

I definitely indulge before Linzy leaves for the day. And I thank her profusely becsuse Land 'o Lakes is a family Christmas classic.

Our favorite flavor?

Raspberry.

Reminds us of Kimmer's dad.

After that, Kimmer continues her holiday baking and cooking as Linzy 'n I work on the garlands and, in some cases, the lights that go with the garlands. By the time we're done, the inside of our home looks a lovely kind of festive.

And it's Christmas in our home again.

At some point in there, probably between seven and eight, Linzy slips away for a Christmas party as Kimmer continues baking and cooking and I continue wrapping presents. By this point, I'm wrapping the presents I scored for Kimmer.

I also take a moment to write a few thoughts in the Christmas card I'm giving her Christmas morning.

By nine-thirty we're ready to go and out the door to St. Mark's in Seattle where we experience the fanfare of Christmas, the candlelight of Christmas, the carols of Christmas, and a message that hits home at Christmas.

These midnight services never wrap at midnight, of course, and this one's no different. By the time we're rolling out of the parking lot, listening to the smooth tones of Nat King Cole gently singing "O Little Town of Bethlehem", it's just passed 12:30 Christmas morning, which puts us back at the house around 1AM.

Christmas morning.

By the time we're in bed together courting sugar plums...

215AM.

Christmas morning.

Back in the day, back when I was a kid, that technicality of "Christmas" morning would have me all kinds of excited. As an adult, after a full day of transforming and preparing our home for Christmas...

Finally slipping into bed seems the proper reward for a job well done.

Merry Christmas!

☺️☺️☺️

[syxjaewon]

‘merry fucking christmas’

yang jaewon wakes to a cotton tongue in his mouth, a taste too sour on his lips, head throbbing, eyes stinging, and he hates literally everything about the entire universe almost simultaneously with his first sharp inhale of breath.

what the actual fuck happened last night and why did he do it and when did it stop? the last he can remember is noticing there was whiskey in his drink— as though it’s even possible to surprise-spike the cup of someone like the captain; lived on many moons, him, walked through many bars and traps and holidays. this is why he rarely ever comes around his crew when alcohol gets introduced, this is what he’s always feared would happen, events of the evening spiraling out of his control like marbles, and he can’t fucking stand it when things are out of his control.

he’s not entirely enlightened about what occurred last night, but he knows it was a mess and he knows he had too much of it. everything is heavy and dizzy and he feels gross inside and outside, cursing his past self for not stopping in time, for not just bidding them all goodnight, for not pulling his losses and calling an end to the whole thing. he wanted to wake up in his bed without the hangover, without the vague, gnawing sensation of having really ruined something important.

he shifts his arm slightly, and that’s when he realizes it’s not just the hangover that’s bogging him down, it’s also mina, her body draped over him, forehead pressed against his ear, hair spread out across his shoulder. this isn’t the first time he’s woken up with her, both of them clothed of course, friends even though the heartbeats in their chests sync up sometime during the night. they don’t tell you about ptsd when you’re in war, and jaewon hadn’t had much experience with the notion before turning seventeen, so in the years since the independent’s failure, the two of them have really had to rely on each other for comfort against nightmares and waking terrors. he’s used to the warmth of her, the scent of her, their legs tangled slightly in unconsciousness.

but not so tangled enough that he can’t shift and maneuver his way out from under her, and he knows she won’t wake up because he’d smelled the alcohol on her breath as well, remembered her drinking just as deeply as any of them. and he doesn’t want to stay here in her room this morning, doesn’t want to infect her with the scorched disease of him, the one he can feel burning through is veins, thick and unstoppable like lava.

he stands up and shuffles to her door slowly, carefully, as noiseless as he can while still feeling the bloat in his stomach, the ocean swishing in his limbs. he feels stupid, he wants to die, he wants to smash his face against the metal of serenity, or go into his bedroom and never come back out. he’s not wearing his coat and it’s freezing cold out here in the hallway, but instead of going to look for it in the mess hall, he ducks for his own bedroom, praying to high hell no one has tried to usurp it, to be funny.

jaewon would set them on fire if they had.

thankfully, no one managed to get in, so he can dress in peace, every movement a drag with stinging pain, every shift only bringing him more agony. his brow furrows, his eyes darken, his mind works and works and works to try to crack the darkness, the haze he’d draped himself in last night. so little comes back to him; drinks and singing and kafka saying something about mistletoe and?? had he fought with johnny? how had he and mina made it into her room? just how much whiskey had he downed?

he rubs slowly at his forehead, feeling a strange bruise forming there, tenderness in his gums, and the most god-awful taste in his mouth. he goes to brush his teeth, and then does so again, doesn’t bother with his hair, doesn’t bother with more sleep. part of him wants to stay in here, wrap himself up in his blessed blankets, only the dim lighting for company for at least the next two days, but his stomach rolls and he knows he’ll do well to get some food into it. plus, he doesn’t want anyone to think he’s hiding or anything. not that he knows whatever it would be that he might hide from, but knowing him, he did at least one embarrassing thing last night, one thing that everyone else will remember and he cannot.

he shuffles back into the hallway, nothing in his stride speaking of power or purpose, the boots still clomping, but with a messier tread, heading into the kitchen. he keeps his fingers sliding across the wall of serenity, helping him find his way, like how serenity always has, to save his soul. ephy isn’t here, but that’s okay too somehow. again: jaewon doesn’t really want to see anyone, doesn’t want to deal with them right now. he supposes he’ll have to though, so he ought to come up with some kind of battle plan.

but first, food. he makes something quick, something painless and soft, salty enough to encourage the massive glass of water he pours for himself, and then he relocates it all to the head of the table, his usual seat. the room is still a goddamn catastrophe, and he doesn’t know who’s going to clean it up, but it won’t be him. maybe sullivan can round some of this shit up, or get other people who will, if he’s not inebriated as well.

the peace and quiet lasts only a few minutes though, apparently the time being somewhere closer to afternoon, everyone else rising and wandering into the mess hall as well, either to see the damage or get something eat themselves. jaewon doesn’t begrudge them that, won’t bar them from that, but anything else is too much.

true to form, casta walks up, grin on, hair ruffled out, the light of him too bright for jaewon’s mechanically engineered eyesight. “well hello there—”

“shut the fuck up.” jaewon’s voice is loud and clear, despite the wince it urges to pull on him, the look everyone else in the room wears. usually he is all gravity and shine, but right now he is charred, blackened ground, singed and exhausted, gold irises dark and half-lidded, furious. his headache is the size of a planet and his temper is as small as a singularity, neck muscles tensing, teeth bared and clenched in a growl. he doesn’t know what image he portrayed himself as during the night, but here in the normal universe, yang jaewon is still a murderer, still just as quick with a glare as he is with a pistol.

and speaking of pistols, he pulls his out from its holster at his side, tucked familiar in his grip, the weapon held up and aimed at the ceiling for now, his elbow resting on the table. “anyone says one goddamn word to me ever about anything, and i’ll put a bullet in you.”

“oh come on, jaewon—”

he cocks the gun and aims it straight at casta’s left eye, the center of him steady and deadly and threatening in an absolutely serious way. he might not shoot him in the brain, but he could still injure the idiot, somehow someway that all his medicine couldn’t recover him from. they’d have to drag him down to jongsuk, and hope the good doctor is sober enough to operate on him. “try me.” his eyes burn shadowy, already picturing casta’s blood, already coming up with how he’ll explain things to mina later, curt sentences probably, very little sympathy or sorrow. he’s not kidding and he’s not bluffing.

casta, to his credit, lifts his hands up and shuts his mouth, heading away from jaewon again, towards the cabinets. the captain’s eyes watch him only briefly when he walks away but not far enough to turn his head, knowing only pain would be granted to him if he does that. he’s not here for this shit, he’s not interested in making nice with anyone on board this ship today. if they value their kneecaps, they’ll adhere to his silence, doing well to forget everything that had happened, just as much as jaewon has.

he waits for a beat before relaxing his gunhand a bit, sinking down further into his chair, blinking and leveling out. he lets the cold bite of the barrel’s end lean against his temple, letting it ground him, reminding him nothing ever lasts forever.

merry fucking christmas, jaewon hates everyone right now.

[tsugua-rebmetpes]

101 Cute dates & bucket list

Little fire pit on the beach (middle of the night, private)

Toasting marshmallows & making cute smores

Observing the night sky through a telescope together / watch the stars on a clear sky in the middle of no where

A midnight dip in water (lake, ocean, etc. As long as it's safe)

Skinny dip under a full moon & to kiss passionately on a platform on the lake

To go on a small camping trip just the two of us

To visit the candy shop and pick each other's candy bags for only us to share them between us anyway

Getting crepes with you and eating them side by side

Taking you lingerie shopping so you can see the outfit as I buy it and the level of excite I know you have knowing you'll get to tear it off later

Sharing a bath with you (where we both fit comfortably or just tucked in a little where we can laugh about it)

Baking cookies so we can have them with our coffee in the morning

Taking you to a coffee roaster hut so you can experience amazing coffee

Going to a little tea house & plantation so we can support local business and enjoy the joys of freshly brewed tea

Picking what the other person must eat off the menu at a new venue / a place we've never been to before

Throwing a dart on a map and going to where ever it lands for a small holiday / trip (could be a city map, regional, state, national or global)

Decorating and making a floating lantern to release into the night sky (a la tangle)

Icing biscuits to look like things we like (e.g. ourselves, frogs or whatever your heart desires)

Smooshing whipped cream onto your nose and kissing/licking it off ♡

Making something together in a pottery class for ourselves n one another

Volunteering at a farm to help around (muster, harvest, etc.)

Go fruit picking together recreationally

Go to as many different distilleries and breweries as we can

Try to make bread together

Have our own Minecraft world together

Complete stardew valley & cattails ♡

Take a cooking/pastry lesson

Take Polaroid photos of our time together (on a trip or small adventure)

Go for a little hike together

Go swim in a little unknown ish water hole and push boundaries of comfort

Go to a cinema late at night (last screening of the evening, maybe wear matching pajamas) and buy popcorn / sneak snacks in. Cuddle in the cinema and watch a cute film together (be one of the only people in the cinema)

Have s/o read my favourite book to me aloud before bed time

Make jam & preserve food items & dry ingredients to make tea, etc.

Make chocolates for you (home made)

Grow my own flowers for us to admire

Start a small veggie patch & harvest our own produce to have a "self sufficient" dinner night

Volunteer at an animal shelter

Go to a farmer's market together / local fruit market and buy ingredients we will make into a meal together that evening

Become animal foster parents & successfully get our lil foster a fur-ever home

Do a hot food challenge or some sort of food challenge together

Go to a day spa for a "couple's retreat"

Make your favourite food (lasagne) on your birthday 🥰 / a random day

Steal a shopping trolly and race around an abandon area of the car park thinking we are in go karts & take photos

Dress up as the cool ghosts in the "blanket ghost" trend and take cute photos in odd locations

Explore an abandoned building together and theorize about the past / research about it

Have a little picnic in a field / park

Take a dance lesson together (ballroom) and be clumsily cute on trying something "new"

Sleep next to you & wake up beside you 🥺

Make your lunch for work & wake up early to make an awesome meal!

Make a random meal really late in the evening spontaneously to satisfy a craving

Have a new years kiss

Look at Christmas lights on houses together

Watch all the Harry Potter movies one after another together

Finish a series that either person is interested more initially in but both like towards the end

Do a cute skincare date! (Face masks)

Go to a food festival and try as much food as we can, get creative - pick the other's meals out to switch it up a little

Go paint balling together and try it out (even if I may not be as good as you. :< I'll try!!)

Try laser tag if paint ball doesn't go so well, feel free to invite friends to both events for more fun :) or go karting (something I've never done before)

Go horse riding together sometime

Cook with a campfire / burring our food in the ground for it to cook (Like damper)

Volunteer to plant trees

Become regulars at a small bar

Play pool/billards together

Check out a timezone arcade and play as much as we can :3 see how many prizes we can win and be merry

Have a board game night (catan, uno, monopoly, dnd etc.) Together with friends or strangers

Visit movie world (theme park) and dress up a little! / usj / Disneyland

Play pinball and we swap between balls to see how far we can go together!!!

Have a little date with the power off (candles, moon lit dinner, board games and no electronics! Be cute and creative)

Donate blood, with moral support or together :3

Go foraging for edible fruits, vegetables, etc. And make a meal out of it :3 research and have fun

Make a little stone tower together and take a photo of the creation (balancing stones)

Plant sunflowers and look after them for a whole season ♡ alternatively pick said flowers when ripe and give them as a gift to love ones

Do a Lego / puzzle set together ♡♡

Capture a little froggy and set him free (clean him up and take him to somewhere safe)

Watch horror films or movies we haven't seen before even if it's silly (.e.g the room )

Visit an aquarium and stare at the little jellies in the jelly room

Go to see a musical, play or ballet together 🥰

Dress up and go on a spontaneous date around town, over dressed for the occasion but having fun

Sunset and nibbles planned date 🥺

Go on a theme crawl, e.g. coffee, tea, wine, pub, cocktail, ramen, etc.

rent bikes to travel around on whilst doing a theme crawl

Dinner theatre or dinner murder mystery event together! Something a little less tame and wacky but still just as fun (something I've never done before)

escape room (challenge ourselves to do it within the time set!)

Ice skate together, trip & fall and catch one another on the ice being cute (maybe rent the kiddy pusher to help you out and be dorks)

Mosh and go to A small band performing concert together / go to A concert for an artist one or both like

Hot air balloon ride ^-^ (waking up early and having our own "Up" moment)

Ride in a helicopter one day to see the world like the birds that fly in the sky

Buy a plant or two at a nursery and take them home to look after

Go roller skating, reliving our teenage years with a limited budget, eat old skool candy and slushies.

Surprise birthday party

Outdoor cinema, watch a film on a projector and have fun on some outdoor cushions

Have a little boho tent and lunch date set up as a surprise

Dance under the moonlight and shining stars together just swaying and holding one another

Overnight at a bed & breakfast together, sleep in and enjoy breakfast in bed whilst away from phones

Have a little bonfire moment at home, write down your deepest desire, secrets, fears and burn them

Take a personality test together just to see the results

Read books in a little book cafe & drink our favourite drinks whilst snuggled up in a book nook

Do a little tarot reading & see a psychic or medium

Raise a pet together

Buy some helium balloons & change our voices whilst doing something (e.g. a speak type board game)

Wake up with you kissing me / wake you up with kisses

Plan a vacation together

[alexglitches]

Twisted Wonderland Timeline

Aka. when the heck do things take place because this game is crazy o-0\

I know that some people don’t really count the events as canon but I do so here’s a timeline of how I think the story takes place

In the grand scheme of things, normally people would just let the timeline be everything that's ever been released in release order, but I just put canon chapters and events where I believe they fit

This is my personal opinion of how things go, you are free to have your own opinion as well

Now let's get to it ^^

Prologue : the first thing to ever happen in the game, get shoved into an old dorm, become a janitor for, like, 8 hours, make friends with the jerk that bullied you an some other guy that crushed him with a cauldron, fight a big monster with your fire cat, become a student and prefect/supervisor of your old, beat up dorm and let the chaos begin :)

The Crimson Tyrant : It’s probably about, like, 5 hours since you got back to the dorm and Jerky McJerkface (aka ace) shows up at your dorm, you talk to him at 3 in the morning then go back to bed and kick Ace to the couch. This chapter LEGIT begins the next morning at like 2-3 am and start school at (probably around) 7 am. The whole chapter spans over 2 days, the first day of school and the unbirthday party day plus overblot and takes place in september

Beans Day (Battle For The Golden Harp + Lyre-less Brawl) : Takes place after chapter one but before chapter two, possibly late september, before october. Both events happen on the same day, just focusing on different characters.

Rebel of the Savannah : Takes place after beans day in late September going into October. Takes about a week before the official magift tournament.

Ghost Marriage : All takes place in one day, sometime mid October.

Screaming Halloween Event : Begins on the first of October, but Halloween week officially begins on the 25th-26th, assuming that Halloween is at the end of the week on Friday/Saturday (it's stated that the party is at the end of the week so I assume it is on Friday or Saturday)

Endless Halloween Night : Takes place after the first Halloween event, before November 1st, time stopped at 11:59 (ngl, laughed my ass off when rook said it's been 11:59 for 6 hours o-o)

Dance and Wishes : I’m cramming it in November between October and December cuz it literally fits nowhere else, but at the same time also fits here o-O. Early November.

Master Chef Event : Same as Dance and Wishes. Late November.

Camp Vargas : Takes place during Master Chef, Silver and Riddle end up joining late. Late November.

Merchant of the Deep Sea : Takes place late December, around exams time, but before Christmas break. The chapter spans 3 days, 4 if you count the day you make the deal with Azul.

Tactician of Hot Sands : Takes place during Christmas Break and lasts about 4 days, counting Jamils overblot.

Harveston Kelkkartou : Takes place in winter, but just before VDC, so it's perfect winter sledding season ^^

The Beautiful Oppressor : Begins right after Christmas Break, auditions happen a few days later, camp spans 4 weeks, so it probably ends late February.

Keeper of the Underworld : Takes place literally the day after Vils overblot, the length is undecided cuz the chapter isn’t done yet.

Fireworks Festival : Probably takes place after chapter 6 as a way to calm down from the fact some students got freaking kidnapped.

Fairy Gala : Probably some time in late February or in March, since the gala welcomes the spring season (thanks or reminding me anon!)

NRC Anniversary : NRC's Anniversary is in March

Chapter 7 : Idk, probably skips to April or May, probs takes place before or during the inter school magift tournament.

If I missed anything let me know pls o—O

[kozu-chan]

under the mistletoe

kenma x reader, oikawa x reader, iwaizumi x reader

since it's christmas eve, here's some christmas headcanons involving mistletoe for my faves!!

content warnings: fem!reader, fluffy fluff, mentions of food, kissing, pet names (babe, baby, darling in oikawa's and my love in iwa's), i kinda sorta got super carried away with iwa's...

kenma

🎄since kenma's not a big fan of huge crowds, the two of you just spend christmas eve together at your place

🎄you're cuddled up on the couch eating popcorn and sipping hot chocolate while some christmas movies play

🎄kenma insists that "the nightmare before christmas" works as both a halloween and christmas movie so the two of you watch that too

🎄you bake cookies together and accidentally get dough on each other's faces

🎄you both cuddle up on the couch again and look at memes while waiting for the cookies to heat up in the oven and again when you're waiting for the cookies to cool

🎄at some point it transitions into a battle of who can take the most embarrassing photo of their s/o as possible

🎄kenma says that there's no way he could lose because he has the most beautiful girlfriend who's incapable of looking bad

🎄who taught this man how to be this smooth?!?!? i-

🎄the answer is akaashi. that man is secretly a smooth menace who gave kenma some tips but you didn't hear that from me-

🎄you gape at him, clearly flustered, and you take a picture of each other because yes, he also got really flustered and embarrassed because that was so out of character for him lol

🎄like this is the boy who never uses pet names and isn't the best at expressing compliments or his emotions...

🎄but of course, he still finds little ways to show you he loves you and make sure you know he loves you and it's so cute!!

🎄anyway, back to the story...

🎄the two of you eat some of the cookies together and save the rest for the morning santa

🎄when the two of you wake up in the morning you open up the presents you got each other and make breakfast

🎄you got kenma a new game and matching golden bracelets. he got you something that you've wanted for a long time.

🎄since the two of you put a lot of thought into the gifts, you take some time to admire them and try them out

🎄you and kenma spend a little extra time playing his new game

🎄pls it's so wholesome because you're both learning together and you get so competitive-

🎄he will never ever admit it even if it's kind of obvious to you, but sometimes he lets you win

🎄"you're the only one i'm okay losing to..."

🎄kozumekenmawhyareyousocuteomg

🎄then once the two of you calm down, you get breakfast

🎄well, he makes you pancakes and whatever else the two of you want and you make a quick run to the store to get some onigiri and apple pie since you both love it

🎄after breakfast, the two of you snack on some candy canes

🎄you look up and tap kenma's shoulder. "hey look! mistletoe!"

🎄kenma looks up and looks back at you. "there's no mistletoe-"

🎄"i'm just kidding! i don't need an excuse to kiss you!" you giggle and pull him close for a kiss

🎄best christmas ever if i do say so myself <3

oikawa

💙this man is super social. we already know this

🤍and because of this, he takes you to a christmas eve party that's full of a good mix of his friends, your friends, his teammates, and family.

💙he actually got one of his friends to throw the party at their place and invite a ton of people you know so you would be comfortable

🤍he's cute like that 🥺

💙he dotes on you the entire time

🤍and by the entire time, i mean the entire time

💙he waits for you when you have to use the bathroom "because someone has to hold your drink and it's gonna be me"

🤍he's so cheeky stop he's the most adorable, hopelessly in love dork ever

💙this man is SPOON FEEDING you because he wants to, and i quote, "show off his beautiful girlfriend and make everyone jealous from how cute the two of us are"

🤍"babe... isn't this getting too much?"

💙sweetie this is THE oikawa tooru. he is the opposite of subtle and to him, there is no such thing as "too much"

🤍but he's willing to tone it down if you get uncomfortable because even he knows that you shouldn't make anyone uncomfortable.

💙he just wants to romance you and make sure you love his present!!

🤍and boy oh boy does he deliver...

💙once you're both at his place, that's when the real cuteness begins

🤍you enter his home and find the entire place decorated with mistletoe and tinsel and presents and even a fake reindeer!!

💙"tooru you really did the most oh my god-"

🤍"but you love it, don't you?"

💙"of course i do! this is amazing!"

🤍"anything for you, baby"

💙this man is such a simp but like, the cutest simp i know-

🤍he gives you one of those professional looking photo albums with pictures full of the two of you and handwritten reasons why he loves you 🥺

💙me and who fr 😩

🤍this man is making you cry bc w h a t that's so sweet!?!?!?!

💙this man also finds every. single. possible. chance. to be under the mistletoe so he can get a kiss kiss

🤍"darling look! mistletoe!"

💙you roll your eyes. "tooru, babe, this is the nth time you've done this-"

🤍but you always give in because duh that's your baby, your gorgeous man, the love of your life!! of course you're still gonna kiss him!

💙now there's a happy, spoiled oikawa who's cuddled up to the most loved, beautiful, one and only love of his life <3

iwaizumi

🎁after knowing each other for so long, you've definitely turned iwa into a christmas lover

🎁he gets so excited about it now it's so cute-

🎁he doesn't even care about being teased by his friends because he's a man who's secure in his masculinity and knows he's can like what he likes and it doesn't take away from how "manly" he is 😌

🎁iwa's a surprisingly good gift giver unlike me and he always gives the most thought out gifts that he thinks knows that his friends and family would love <3

🎁this year, he gives oikawa a bullet journal and a new set of pens because he knows how much oikawa likes pretty, aesthetic notes

🎁oikawa kinnie moment 😚🤞

🎁he gives his parents super comfy matching sweaters with their family name on it since his mom likes matching things and he knew his dad wanted a new sweater

🎁he gives you a ton of kisses!!

🎁okay obviously he gives you something more than that because he loves you so much lol

🎁this man may not look like it, but he's an easily flustered, dorky, adorable simp when it's just the two of you

🎁i mean, it seeps into his personality around everyone else but it's a lot tamer because our man has a reputation to keep :)

🎁you're really impatient for gifts because you're excited to see what hajime actually got you and you really wanna see his face when you give it to him!!

🎁however, iwaizumi hajime is also a fairly traditional man so he waits for christmas morning to open presents

🎁and no amount of whining or pouting will change his mind. our man is sturdy and will!! not!! budge!!

🎁he tries a lot of things to take your mind off of it, and for a while, it works

🎁he invites oikawa, makki, mattsun, and some of your close friends over for a dinner, but once they leave and you're both cleaning up, you're eyeing the presents, causing your exhausted boyfie to sigh

🎁he takes your hands in his and looks you in the eyes "y/n, my love, i know you're excited to open gifts and give me mine, but we need to wait until morning, okay?"

🎁this man KNOWS that pulling out the "my love" makes you weak bc it gives me butterflies so you pout and nod, kissing his cheek and going back to cleaning up

🎁after the kitchen and living room is clean, hajime tries out a movie

🎁he cuddles up to you and watches your favorite christmas movie with you and pulls out all the snack, drinks, blankets, and pillows

🎁stop bc that's so cute haji where are you and why can't you be real?!?! 😩

🎁but after the movie you look at the time and ask if you can open presents now

🎁ma'am it's 10 pm?!?

🎁iwa just laughs and kisses your head

🎁"how about this? i'll clean up and then we can sleep so the time passes by faster. is that all right, my love?"

🎁"okay haji" you let out a yawn and make your way to the bathroom to do your night routine

🎁he follows behind you so you can do your routine together

🎁after he tucks you in with a kiss to your head because he's the sweetest, he cleans everything up and goes to bed with you

🎁when you wake up, iwa's already in the kitchen finishing up breakfast and you gape at the scene in front of you

🎁haji went ALL out

🎁 there's streamers and stockings and tons of decorations all over the living room and kitchen

🎁"merry christmas, my love! now we can open presents" he greets you with a peck to the lips and leads you to the couch with the presents

🎁you give him your gift first and you're super excited to see his reaction since you got him a limited edition godzilla figure that you found at a store

🎁"is this real?" he looks incredulously at you, then the figure, and then back to you. you nod and he sets it down so he can hug you. "thank you so much, my love! here's your gift..."

🎁you carefully take the gift and unwrap it to find a beautiful golden necklace with your name and his engraved on the heart shaped charm. "haji... this is beautiful!" you wrap your arms around him kiss him "i love it so much!!"

🎁iwa just can't help but smile as yours only gets larger once he shows you his matching bracelet. "i knew you would"

🎁this time, he's the one kissing you only to realize that you've been sitting under the mistletoe this entire time <3

[jamiewintons]

BBC Ghosts Masterlist

Fics

A Hard Day ;; It’s your first death day, and you’re not taking it very well. To try and cheer yourself up, you go and visit Thomas. (1335 words, ghost!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort)

Never Gonna Give You Up ;; Thomas has composed a poem to convey his feelings for you, though it seems that he once again isn’t as original as he believes. (798 words, fluff, ghost!reader)

Merry Kissmas ;; It’s Christmas at Button House, and Thomas is once again waiting under the mistletoe for a kiss. But this time, it’s not Alison he’s hoping to meet. (1446 words, fluff, ghost!reader)

The Perfect Gift ;; It’s Christmas Day, and you’re excited to give Thomas his gift. You soon find out that the two of you think very much alike. (810 words, fluff, ghost!reader)

There All Along ;; Three days after your fight with Thomas, Pat convinces you that you need to make the first move to fix things. A sequel to You Belong With Me. (1597 words, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, ghost!reader)

A Wonderful Start ;; It’s nearly midnight on December 31st, Alison thinks you should get an early start on your New Years’ Resolution. (801 words, fluff, ghost!reader)

Together in Death ;; Hoping to protect Thomas from your father, you break your engagement and his heart in the process. A week later, Thomas perishes in a duel. You go to the place of his death to pay your respects, and find that fate might have more in store for the two of you. (1264 words, angst, fluff, character death, eventual ghost!reader)

More Than Friends ;; You and Thomas have been close friends ever since you died, but when you accidentally come across a poem he's written for you, you learn that his feelings for you are stronger than just friendship. (2314 words, lots of fluff, ghost!reader)

Things We Do For Love ;; Thomas gets into a duel for your honour, and you intervene. (1509 words, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, blood cw, alive!au)

Married Bliss ;; Before your wedding, you had been warned of the difficulties of marriage. What a struggle it was, how it took a toll on your heart and mind. But, being married to Thomas, you have no idea what they’re talking about. (2606 words, smut, fluff, alive!au)

Drabbles

Closeness (259 words, pure fluff, touch starved!thomas, ghost!reader)

You Belong With Me (549 words, angst, unrequited love, crying, ghost!reader)

Starlight (227 words, pure fluff, ghost!reader)

A Most Pressing Question (628 words, pure fluff, ghost!reader)

Not Again (463 words, very mild references to spicy things, ghost!reader)

In Secret (252 words, fluff, alive!au)

Last Night (228 words, strong references to smut, ghost!reader)

Modern Flirtation (646 words, fluff, mild references to spicy things, ghost!reader)

The Happiest Day (415 words, fluff, ghost!reader)

That Would Be Enough (575 words, slight angst, mentions of injury & death, alive!au)

May I Have This Dance? (799 words, fluff, ghost!reader)

Rest (344 words, fluff, mentions of illness, one vague spicy reference, alive!au)

Finally (305 words, angst, fluff, alive!reader)

A Party? (352 words, angst, alive!reader)

Such Sweet Sorrow (903 words, pure angst, alive!reader)

Bundle of Joy (354 words, fluff, mentions of pregnancy/childbirth, alive!au)

Headcanons

Thomas Thorne Smut Alphabet

Thomas being affectionate headcanons

Kissing Thomas headcanons

Thomas remembering things about you headcanons

Thomas getting jealous headcanons

Cuddling with Thomas headcanons

Thomas telling you he loves you headcanon

Thomas being protective / protecting Thomas headcanon

More Thomas relationship headcanons

Thomas using pet names headcanons

Thomas with children / Mornings with Thomas headcanons

Domestic Thomas headcanons

Thomas flirting headcanons / Nighttime with Thomas headcanons

Dancing with Thomas

Meeting Thomas under the mistletoe

Thomas proposing / How Thomas would deal with you moving on before him

Thomas comforting you headcanons

Comforting Thomas headcanons

PDA with Thomas headcanons

Thomas with a dominant s/o headcanons (sfw)

Thomas with a dominant s/o headcanons (spicy)

Needy/Clingy Thomas headcanons

Emotional Thomas headcanons / Hugging Thomas headcanons

Thomas sleeping habits headcanons

Telling Thomas that you're pregnant headcanons

Even more Thomas relationship headcanons

Fics

TBA

Drabbles

TBA

Headcanons

Cuddling with Julian headcanons

Julian telling you he loves you headcanon

Dancing with Julian

Meeting Julian under the mistletoe

Various Julian relationship headcanons

Fics

TBA

Drabbles

TBA

Headcanons

Kitty with children headcanon

Dancing with Kitty

Meeting Kitty under the mistletoe

Fics TBA Drabbles

Back In One Piece (498 words, fluff, ghost!reader)

Headcanons

Dancing with Humphrey

Meeting Humphrey under the mistletoe

Various Humphrey relationship headcanons

Various Humphrey relationship headcanons #2

Various Humphrey relationship headcanons #3

[pregnant-piggy]

S E R I E S

- Dad!Marauders  (Remus x reader, Sirius x reader, James x reader)

Separate stories about the marauders as dads. Married to Remus, you enjoy your daughter growing up. New life is ahead for you and Sirius. James, as a single dad, meets you and he introduces you to his life with Harry.

- The Artist’s Muse   (Remus x reader)

After years of dreaming, you and Remus finally took the step and opened your own bookstore, Muses. Now, with every day that goes by you fall more and more in love with books and your store, and eventually, you realise, also with Remus. But after being friends for so long, admitting your feelings isn’t so easy.

- arts and literature   (Sirius x reader)

Sirius finds himself in a pit of despair after the umpteenth nasty letter from his mother, but when he meets you on the university’s campus his life turns upside down.

- A place to call home    (Sirius x reader)

The war is at its highest point, impacting everyone’s life. When you get attacked and are forced to hide in a safe place, Grimmauld Place seems like the best option. Its host, Sirius Black soon catches your admiration and you his. But with a house full of guests for Christmas misconceptions lurk around the corner.

- The Wedding   (Sirius x reader, James x Lily)

The story of James’ and Lily’s wedding. The preparations make emotions run high, especially when Peter is missing and with dangerous Order missions.

- Cursed  (Sirius x reader)

You get hit by a life-threatening curse and the marauders take care of you. Being so close to you makes Sirius wonder if there is more to your friendship.

- I’m having your baby   (Sirius x reader)

A drunken party leads to a passionate night. Three weeks later a positive test leads to you faking your period with Remus’ help. Scared of Sirius’ reaction you stay quiet, every attempt to tell him leaving you without any words.

M A R A U D E R S

- The Haunted Mansion

- A day on ice

- Birthday mornings

S I R I U S   B L A C K

- World Tour

- Both

- Nothing good happens after 2 AM

- Our little secret

- Motorcycle

- Dare

- Tangled in the sheets

- Learning how to fly

- Can I have this dance?

- pointe shoes

- Great, actually

- A gift from Santa

- Back again - part I, part II

- You’re not going home

- A glass too much…

- Hide and Seek

R E M U S   L U P I N

- Sweet dreams

- The Hidden Name

- A sweet smile

- Butterflies

- Both

- The colour of your eyes

- Lord of the Flies

- Courtyard secrets

- Oliebollen

- Lost

- The most wonderful time of the year - part I, part II

- On my list

- Five times

- Question...?

J A M E S   P O T T E R

- Summer revelations

- Don’t let me go

- Courtyard secrets

- Doll

- New hair

- Last minute gifts

- Take it easy

- I don’t wanna be your ex

- Cold

- Sledge ride

- Snowballs and tea

- Jealousy at the ball

MASTERLIST GOLDEN TRIO ERA

MASTERLIST HEADCANONS

[dc418writes]

•Say Yes•

✨Pairing✨: Colin SheaxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Colin’s present for you can’t wait until Christmas morning

⚠️: mention of past naked hugging, use of a nickname (princess), pretty much all fluff

A/N🎙: Hi guys! So I’ve been seeing posts about the Soulful Hoeliday Collective created by @geminixevans​ @fineanddandy​ @cocobutterqwueen, @syntheticavenger​, @jamalflanagan​, @sunshinexsin​, & @afriendlyblackhottie and I wanted to participate (as to get out of my shy comfort zone and seeing that I’m finally in the Christmas spirit lol). Since I write using the mobile app, I’m not quite sure of the word count nor am I able to use the keep reading cut off (unless I’m just missing something) so apologies for that, and hope you guys like it☺️!

Lashes lazily fluttering against his lightly freckled cheeks, the corners of his mouth curled into a tired smile watching your shoulders sway to the low music as you neatly placed another present, along with some light blue tissue paper, in a separate gift bag covered in snowflakes.

Who would’ve thought Colin Shea; notable player, womanizer, himbo, whatever your term of choice would be smitten enough to actually be tied down? His friends and band mates definitely didn’t. Nor did the countless women expecting a call back the next day only to never hear from him again until they’d awkwardly meet in the grocery store, or at some party.

Even Colin himself didn’t think so, content with his bachelor lifestyle and having no responsibilities other than taking care of himself. That one night after bringing you back to his place though, something in him changed. Just as he was now, he smiled to himself waking up to your head on his bicep that next morning. Braids scattered along the wrinkled pillow and your pouted lips ghosting against his inner elbow. Instead of using Ally’s apartment to avoid your hopeful eyes as you suggested date ideas he knew he’d never agree to, he went over asking to borrow some of her coffee since he hadn’t gone to the store yet. Plus he knew she wasn’t using it with him having yet to replace her broken coffee pot.

Contrary to how she and most his friends thought, no this new Colin wasn’t because of the two hours you spent tangled in different positions and probably disturbing the other inhabitants on the floor—and maybe the floor below too. Well, not solely.

You had this infectious spirit that once you entered his life, he knew you’d be hard to let go. Not that he wanted to though. From your bright smile to the adorable way your nose scrunched when you laughed, Colin wanted you with him for as long as possible. He admittedly felt crazy having such strong emotions so early on, but he was addicted to what he knew about you so far and wanted to know so much more.

A year later and he was still addicted. Feining for you and your touch even if you were only apart for an hour.

“Look who’s awake,” you smirk over your shoulder hearing him groan as he stretched his limbs. “You know, when you suggested we wrap presents together I assumed you’d be helping too.” His tired chuckle hits you just as deep as his raspy voice.

“Sorry princess, guess I was still tired from the gig last night,” he replies moving to kiss up your neck to your cheek and finally tilting your head back to reach your vanilla lips before sitting beside you.

“It’s okay. You’re just in time for the actual wrapping portion,” you smile handing him the fresh roll of mistletoe covered wrapping paper. “I saved it for last since it takes up the most time.”

Carefully removing the glossy paper from its plastic covering, Colin watches you place the cream sweater and matching scarf you bought his mom in a cardboard box before effortlessly measuring, cutting, then folding the paper over the present until it was neatly wrapped with a shiny, red bow on top. You didn’t make it seem difficult, clearly it should be the same for him.

So just like you, he placed the plaid button up for his father in the box before cutting a long strip of paper he was sure would be long enough. Folding around the middle of the box was simple enough, but the ends left him ready to cancel the entire holiday after 10 minutes of trial and error.

How did you get the little triangles on yours again? And how was your paper so taut while his looked wrinkled and loose?

His frustrated sigh has you looking over from your third wrapped present to see him still struggling on his first. “Need some help?”

“We don’t have any more gift bags I can just put this in?”

“We do, but you’re halfway there! Your ends are just a tad bit long,” you reply cutting the ends so they were now about half the length they originally were. “Now you can press these in like this, then fold the top to sit on the bottom piece, and done! Think you can do the other half?”

“How ‘bout you take over the wrapping, and I’ll just hand you stuff when you need it?,” he suggests using the same charm that’s somehow gotten him out of trouble all these years.

The way you narrowed your eyes before softly laughing proves it still works.

“Next time you ask for my help with presents, I’m charging you plus interest.”

“Thank you princess, you’re amazing,” he smiles leaning over to peck along your jawline making your giggles strengthen.

“Yea yea, I’m only taking over because it’s already late and I gotta head back home.”

“You’re not staying?”

“Can’t. I’m supposed to hang out with Melissa tomorrow.”

Call him sappy, but he hated seeing you go. Especially when you’d have to leave late at night when anything could happen.

“She can pick you up here,” he states sliding behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist to slot you between his legs. “Orr, you can reschedule.”

“No that’ll be the third time I rescheduled—second because of you,” you laugh gently nudging his knee. “You can’t be the only person I hang out with Colin Shea.”

“Why not? I’m fun,” he whines tucking his face into your neck.

“Because your fun would probably include us never leaving this apartment if you had your way.”

“I mean…would that be so bad?”

“Colin-”

“I’m kidding,” he chuckles nipping your earlobe. “If I really had my way though, you’d be the first thing I see in the morning and the last I’d see at night.”

Finished with the last present, you turn to straddle his hips as your hands rest along the sides of his neck. Fingers gliding along the small hairs at his nape making him softly hum.

“Such the romantic.”

“And I’m not done yet,” he whispers, pecking your lips before his arm stretches under the colorfully lit tree across from you to retrieve a small grey box hidden behind one of your earlier gift bags.

“What’s this? Christmas isn’t until next week babes.”

“It couldn’t wait,” he shrugs watching your eyes twinkle untying the sparkly white ribbon to lift the lid. Lying on top of the square, cotton like material sat a red capital B with a silver baseball bat behind it making you softly gasp. Not in the way that you were surprised, but how a parent would react to their child gifting them a drawing of what looked like scribbles but was apparently something else.

Your quiet wow as you tried to appear grateful made it hard for Colin to hold back his laughs.

“Aw…um a Red Sox keychain! Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but you should always look to make sure there’s nothing extra,” he chuckles. Your finger hooks in the clasp of the cold metal raising it until you see a silver key reflecting the overhead light as it gently twists back and forth.

“A mysterious key…”

“That opens my front door.” Your blank stare has him a bit nervous definitely expecting a different reaction. “I uh thought since you’re mostly over here that maybe you’d like not having to wait on me sometimes you know? Let yourself in. Get comfy. Maybe even have some stuff over-,”

“You’re sure?,” you ask. Eyes feeling watery holding the key in your lap.

“Of course I am. I meant it when I said I wanted to see you in the morning and at night. Plus I wouldn’t have to worry about you getting home safe since you’ll be here,” he smiles. “That is if you want.”

Of course with any big decision in your life, there was that anxiety filled voice of doubt that wondered if it wouldn’t work. If you both were moving too fast and this was a mistake. A catastrophic explosion of personalities waiting to happen.

But you loved Colin and knew he loved you too. Everything was great and you both were happy, so why not follow your heart?

“Okay.”

“O-Okay?”

“Okay, I want to move in,” you smile, thumb grazing over his plump bottom lip. “If you’ll still have me that is.”

“I’ll have you now. Later. Tomorrow. Three years from now,” he answers pecking your lips between each statement, pulling your body down to lie over his. “I love you too much to not.”

“I love you too Colin.”

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eggnog

kaeya x gn!reader

fluff

warnings: all lowercase + not proofread + mentions of alcohol & hangovers + swearing

a/n: sorry this is short i very exhausted tonight 😭 (edit: i posted this before midnight on accident LMFAOO oh well)

the knights of favonius was holding a small christmas party tonight (it was just between the knights & their +1)

of course kaeya had to bring you. you were his s/o— how could he not? he lowkey loved flaunting around that you were his (not in a creepy way just more of a protective way ig)

it was honestly a lot smaller than you had expected. you knew most of the people there (lisa, jean, amber, eula, sucrose, albedo, klee, huffman, and kaeya ofc) and it was nice catching up with them

there was a whole assortment of snacks and drinks— crackers, mini sandwiches, christmas cookies, candy canes, a yule log, trifles, wine, eggnog, hot chocolate, water, and a bit more.

kaeya decided on eggnog to drink— which was fine except that it had some heavy rum in it (he was aware of it. did he care? no)

you just picked water to drink because you really weren’t in a drinking mood— plus you knew you’d have to be sober to get kaeya home tonight

the party went pretty well. you two stayed for about 3-4 hours, talking with everyone you knew and just catching up with them

the party went pretty well. you two stayed for about 3-4 hours, talking with everyone you knew and just catching up with them

kaeya had his hands on you for pretty much the whole time you were there. didn’t matter if it was just a simple hand on your thigh, resting his hand on top of yours on the table, his arm wrapped around your waist, he always found a way to touch you. you weren’t exactly sure why he did it but you didn’t mind, you loved his touch

near the end of the night he got a lot more touchy though. nuzzling his head into your neck, giving small kisses to your neck, even pulling you onto his lap a few times. this told you he was pretty drunk because he usually isn’t that cuddly at events like these. you two decided to leave at that time (it was getting a little late too)

once you got home you two immediately went to the bedroom. both of you were exhausted and just needed some sleep (after your makeout session tho— kaeya 100% enjoys drunken makeout sessions with you)

—

the next morning was… a little rough

when you woke up (way earlier than usual) kaeya was sick off his ass from a hangover. the first hour or so of your day was just you holding his hair and rubbing his back while he threw up (you didn’t mind though, he’s done it for you countless of times)

after all of that was over you brought him back to bed and got some water and medicine. he insisted he was fine but you knew damn well he wasn’t. you knew he was obviously dehydrated and probably had an awful headache

“love, i promise you i’m okay. i don’t need anything—“ you and kaeya had been going back and forth about this for about 5 minutes. he always claimed to be okay when he clearly was not.

“no, you’re not. alcohol causes dehydration and you throwing up only worsened it. please just drink the water and take the advil,” you held the water and pills out a bit further towards him.

with an exasperated sigh, he took everything out of your hands. he knew you wouldn’t back down from this and it’d just go on forever. he sat down on the bed and popped the pills in his mouth, chasing them with the water.

“ah, what would i do without you?”

“probably fucking die,” you joked, crawling onto the bed and resting your back against the pillows. you separated your legs a bit, motioning for kaeya to come lay there. he shifted around some and laid back, resting his head on your chest.

this was something the two of you did a lot when the other wasn’t feeling well— whether it be from a hangover or an actual illness. one would always place themselves between the other’s legs and lean back until their head was rested on the other’s chest. then you’d just play with each other’s hair until you two fell asleep.

kaeya hummed when he felt your hands raking through his hair, massaging his scalp gently.

“thank you for taking care of me hun,” you could hear the tiredness coming back into kaeya’s voice. he always got a certain tone in his voice when he was sleepy— that flirty tone would drop and his voice would sound a bit raspier.

“of course,” you hummed, placing a small kiss to the top of his head. “now get some more rest bub, you’re tired and need it.”

within a few minutes you could tell kaeya had drifted off to sleep. it didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep either.