#you better watch out 🎅 you better WATCH OUT

[giganyte]

why do u show so much ankle SLUT :|||

SLUTSHAMING??? IN QUADRATUM? ANOTHER SIN CHECKED OFF HIS LIST.

Instead of going for LOW hanging fruit and pointing out that the other’s ankles were exposed too >:| he stares for a minute straight -- dumbfounded and mildly offended. 

‎‎‎           “I’m not taking any questions at this time." 

Give him one good reason why he shouldn’t push Riku into traffic . . .

‎‎‎           ‎‎‎           Technically still sparing him if the cars do all his work.

[amomentsescape]

Hey I love yanderes and slashers and used to have a sleep walking problem where I would try to crawl through windows, can you do a yandere slasher x reader where the reader has developed Stockholm syndrome and been loving to the slasher so they trust them and let them have more freedom. Then they see them try to crawl out a window in their sleep? How would they react? Would they believe the reader? What would make them believe them if they didn't? If they didn't believe them the how would they react to finding out the reader told the truth?

Thank you so much! And merry Christmas! 🎄 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎅🎅🎅🎅🎅

Slashers with Reader Who Sleepwalks & Tries to Leave

Yandere! Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, of course. Mentions of abusive behavior

A/N: Merry (late) Christmas! I hope you all had a great holiday! For this request, I decided to leave Eric out. He's just the complete opposite to a Yandere in my opinion, and it was nearly impossible for me to write him as such. I hope that's okay!

Freddy Krueger

He knows you would never purposefully leave him

Like, he actually knows

His (undead) life revolves around sleep

He knows when you're awake and where you're actually sleeping, even if he keeps you stuck in his dream world

So when he finds you trying to escape out of the little window he built for you, he just laughs

He had already known you sleep walked

He'd been haunting your dreams for weeks prior to actually taking you

Freddy just keeps watching you, not really doing anything about it

You're stuck in his world either way

Might as well see how far you'll go

He'll almost use this as a test of sorts

He'll let you wander to wherever you want to go in your sleep, and he may even change the environment to something you don't recognize

When you wake up, his name better be the first thing that falls from your lips

If it's not...

Well, he'll just have to try harder at getting you to need him

Michael Myers

It took a very long time for Michael to get to this point

The fact that he lets you sleep without chains is a huge decision on his part

He doesn't trust easily

And any feelings of trust he did have come crumbling down the moment he wakes up without you beside him

It didn't take long to find you

There you were, pushing and prodding at the boarded up window

He's truly pissed

And a little hurt

He really thought you were growing to actually like your situation

But when he spins you around and sees your eyes staring blankly through him, he tilts his head

You don't seem... right?

He'll shake you harshly until he sees the life come back to your eyes

When you finally look up at him with a similarly confused look on your face, he starts to realize

He understands you well enough to know when you're not acting like yourself

When he finally explains what you were doing after you repeatedly asked him, you sigh

You explain that sometimes at night, you wander around without realizing it

A sleepwalker, huh?

Sadly, the chains will need to come out again

Jason Voorhees

You wouldn't actually leave him, right?

You seemed so caring

He actually believed you when you said you needed him

But here you were, trying to leave your shared home in the middle of the night

He almost breaks down as he picks you up and takes you back to your room

He finds it a bit odd that you don't fight back at all, but he assumes you just don't care to

He locks you up and makes sure that you can't go anywhere

How could you do this to him?

When you wake up the next morning in chains and not in your shared bed, you begin to cry for Jason

He tries to ignore you, but he can't bring himself to hear your sad voice calling out to him

You try your best to tell him that you don't remember what happened, and that you would never leave him

And maybe he's too trusting, but he believes you

You just seem so sad and so genuine that it's impossible for him to think it's anything other than honesty

You couldn't be that stupid anyways

You'd get lost in those woods alone at night, he knows that

So he just has to believe you

He loves you, and love means trust, right?

Thomas Hewitt

But you were being so sweet to him just hours before

How could you lie to his face like that?

He wakes up without you in his arms, and he just about loses it

Frantically searches for you around the house and finally finds you at one of the nailed in windows

He pulls you away quickly, staring at you sadly

He's waiting for an explanation, but you don't say anything

You just stare

You weren't acting like yourself

He pushes you back towards the bedroom and you walk the rest of the way yourself, climbing back into bed with ease

He's confused, but decides to see if it will happen again

You can't leave anyways

The whole house is locked up, and you don't even know where the keys are

You act just like your normal self the next day

And that night, you're back to walking around with a blank stare

He figures this just might be a thing you do

Doesn't really try to stop you, but he does follow you most nights to make sure you don't accidentally hurt yourself

On nights he wants you in bed, he ties some old fabric around your ankle and holds you tight while you sleep

You might not ever know about your late night adventures unless he decides to tell you

Bubba Sawyer

He's quite literally blubbering to you

He's crying, he's frantic, he even shakes you a bit, and you just stand there not responding

He keeps waiting, and when you start to just wander around again, he loses it

What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?

He ties you back into bed and stays up the rest of the night, watching you

The next morning, he confronts you stressfully

You keep telling him over and over that you don't know what he's talking about

But he refuses to believe you

(He wants to believe you, he's just scared)

He only finally realizes you were being honest when in the middle of the day during your nap, he finds you wandering back to the window with his whole family watching you

You weren't stupid

Why would you try to leave when literally everyone could see you in broad daylight?

His family begins laughing and saying things like "looks like you got yourself a sleepwalker"

So you weren't purposefully trying to leave him?

He cries tears of joy and spends the next couple of days pampering you and giving you just about everything you want

He does his best to show you that he's sorry

Brahms Heelshire

It's quite literally known that Brahms has abandonment issues at this point

So when he catches you climbing up onto the window sill

He loses it

Will grab you and roughly pull you off, your body falling to the ground

This immediately wakes you up, your eyes searching around frantically

When you see Brahms standing above you, you try to reach for him, but he only shoves you away

You look so sad and confused at this, but Brahms is too stubborn to give in

He starts tying you up again each night, still very hurt that you would try to leave like that

It takes weeks for you to gain his trust again

And the one night he lets you sleep freely, he catches you by the window again

But instead of grabbing you immediately, he decides to just watch

He wants to see how far you'll go so he knows just how severe your punishment will need to be

But instead, you just give up on unlocking the window (it was jammed), and you just turn around and walk straight back to bed, not even registering Brahms being right there

This is odd

You need to explain the concept of sleepwalking to him the next day

He still remains skeptical for a while, but he'll come around

You just need to be extra attentive for a while...

Norman Bates

Norman already knows a lot about sleepwalking

(It's what he thought was going on for a while when he couldn't remember large chunks of time throughout the week)

When he finds you opening a window in the middle of the night, he bolts at you, ready to lock you back up in one of the motel rooms again

However, when you don't respond or reveal any emotion on your face, he immediately knows what's going on

He's surprised

He didn't know you'd be a sleepwalker

He decides to just lead you back to bed, knowing that waking you isn't the best idea

Sits you down the next morning and talks with you about it

When you seem very apologetic, he uses it to his advantage

Has you cuddle up with him even more than normal and stay by his side at all hours of the day

He still gives you some freedom

But he's always watching

He does take some precautions and ties your wrist up in the middle of the night

He has to, for your safety of course

Billy Loomis

To be honest, you don't make it very far

Billy has an iron grip on you at all times, and he's a light sleeper

The moment you get up, he's awake, observing you carefully

Sometimes you have to pee in the middle of the night, but he still makes sure you aren't lying to him

His ability to trust is practically in the ground

The moment you turn the wrong way, he's up and chasing after you

Were you that dumb? You knew he watched you every time you got up from bed

He grabs your wrist quickly and points a knife at your throat as a threat

He can't bring himself to actually hurt you though, not that you knew that

Or did you?

Because you just stand there not even moving away from the blade

Billy becomes very confused

He takes his hand and begins to wake it in front of your face, looking for some sort of reaction

You don't give him one

Are you still... asleep?

He shakes you a bit until you finally look at him, confusion written all over your face

You're a sleepwalker, aren't you?

He just rolls his eyes annoyed and drags you back to bed, not explaining anything

Just another thing he needs to look out for now

You sometimes wake up to bruises on your hips and waist from how hard Billy holds you in the night, but he's just trying to protect you, right?

He doesn't mean to hurt you, he just refuses to lose another person in his life

Stu Macher

Stu literally sleeps on you, so it's nearly impossible for you to leave the bed most nights

But if you somehow wiggle your way out, you wouldn't make it outside the house

The windows have been nailed so that they only open a small amount

When he finds you the next morning, curled up under a partially opened window, he just smiles

Call it naive, but he just assumes you were getting too warm in the bed

When you wake up in a confused state however, he becomes concerned

What do you mean you don't remember opening that window?

He honestly just becomes more worried that there's something wrong with your memory rather than you trying to leave him

He'll likely talk to Billy about it

He just hears laughter from the other end of the phone

"Sounds like they sleep walk," he'd say

Stu does a bunch of research on it later

He doesn't really mind though

All of the unsafe objects are already hidden away, and every possible exit is locked down

You aren't going anywhere

If anything, he finds it fun to wake up some mornings and look around for you

It's like a game, and Stu loves games

[spark-my-nature]

Gingerbread Kisses - SFK

To the lovely Ari @doveabovetheworld, Merry Christmas! I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you have a great holiday!

Love from Secret Santa 🎅❤️

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Christmas is a time of love, even from the most unexpected places.

Sam x Reader | Words: 2.7K | Warnings: Language, implied sexual situations but nothing explicit, just fluff!

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Really, it was Sam’s fault. 

He should know better by now not to leave you alone, and as you stood in your kitchen surrounded by the evidence of your latest attempt at mastering something in the kitchen, blaming your poor, innocent friend was the hill you chose to die on. 

It started off much better, in your defense, with a lot less raw gingerbread dough dripping down the backsplash of your counter. The recipe had seemed foolproof, having even provided a printable template. And damnit, you wanted to impress him for once. Could you have bought a kit at the store along with the dozens of types of candy for decoration that lined your table? Sure, but the thought of Sam’s face when he arrived to your apartment and realized you’d baked the houses from scratch seemed too glorious to pass up at the time. 

And now, you’d still get a memorable face out of him, just a little more teasing than you’d hoped for. Because the half-charred edges of cookie that mocked you from their baking sheet didn’t look fit to go close enough to smell, let alone eat. 

You let a long sigh deflate your shoulders, untying the apron you now felt unworthy of owning, and you had just ran a floury hand across your face when two abrupt thuds at the door startled you. 

Huffing, you crossed your apartment quickly, yanking the door open to a perfectly disheveled, christmas sweater-adorning, sweet smelling, and angel-faced Sam Kiszka. 

“You picked today of all days to arrive early?” you grouched, a tiny smile giving you away, as your best friend held up a grocery bag beside his beaming grin. 

“I did, I thought traffic would be worse,” he waved you off sweetly, kicking his shoes off on the mat. “Brought us some house kits, though, look!”

You grabbed one handle of the bag, sighing in both resentment and relief as he pawed through the confectionary. “Well thank god, cause uh…” you blushed and gestured shyly behind you. 

Sam finally looked up, and you watched with embarrassment and humor as his face shifted from his goofy smile, to shock, and slowly into a shit-eating grin. 

“What did you do?” his voice betraying the giggle he choked the words out through. 

Grunting, you shoved the bag back into his hands and turned heel, grabbing dishes and beginning to set them in the sink to soak off the mess. “Tried to make gingerbread.”

He came up behind you, setting the bag on a cleared off part of the counter, and with his trademark fluidity and confidence, he gracefully spun his back to the counter beside you and leaned on one elbow. Hitting you with a grin that made your head feel a little floaty, he watched you work for a moment. 

“I uh… admire the effort,” he nodded, smirking a little more as his eyes darted towards the dough still decorating the walls. 

You simply rolled your eyes, scoffing and blushing despite your best efforts. “Whatever, at least I tried.”

“Hey, I said I admire it,” he grinned, eyeing the streak of flour adorning your cheek that you seemed adorably oblivious to. 

When you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, you caught him with his eyes lingering a little more tenderly than usual across your face. “What…?” you quietly asked, turning off the tap. 

He blinked, then cleared his throat, straightening up and stepping closer. Softly, he muttered, “You got a little…” and with wide eyes, you watched him extend his hand to your face, gently swiping his thumb outward from the apple of your cheek. 

“Oh-“ you blushed harder, turning your face down as your reached up to swipe at your face, bashful under the warmth of his gaze. He stopped you with a hand on your wrist, smiling faintly when you met his eyes. 

“Cute,” he quietly stated, lips quirking sideways in a crooked little smile. 

“Cute?” you questioned, staring interrogatively up at him with a playful smirk, waiting for the punchline that was sure to follow. 

But it didn’t, he only nodded, using that same gentle hand to tuck the hair that had fallen from your messy bun behind your ear. You caught a hint of a blush beginning to color his cheeks, and slowly it began to sink in that he wasn’t teasing. 

“Oh,” you grinned awkwardly, heart thudding behind your ribcage, frozen in place and relishing his sweet, undivided attention. It wasn’t unlike him, but he wasn’t exactly known for serious moments like this, and it made you nervous as hell when they happened. Mostly because they made you start wondering if maybe he felt the same about you as you’d always felt about him. But those moments had always broken like a baseball through a pane of glass, and he’d go back to his goofy, ‘just friends’ Sammy self, and you’d kick yourself for reading too much into it again. 

His stare this time was unwavering though, and he coupled it with a tiny, nervous blip of a laugh, chewing on his lip. “Mhm,” he simply offered, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was almost… shy. 

The lightheadedness was catching up with you, and in a moment of overwhelmed cowardice, you broke eye contact, gesturing to the bag he brought with him. “So, uh, what else did you get?”

Sam swallowed, brows furrowing as he threw a hand through his hair, turning to the groceries. “Uh- right, I got, um…” he opened it, pulling out various candies and the two gingerbread kits. You peered over the bag, up on your tippytoes.

“Standard stuff,” he explained dryly, smirking, “you got your candy canes, your chocolate swirls, your peppermints…”

You nodded, smiling up at him as he rattled off at least another ten kinds of candies, and when he had emptied the bag, you led him into the living room where you already had the TV set up in front of the table. 

“Oh shit- lemme grab something, forgot it in the car,” Sam mumbled distractedly, quickly making his way out the door and back before you could blink. With a beaming grin, he held out a takeout tray with two paper cups, eagerly pronouncing, “Hot chocolates!”

Biting your lip to control the smile stretching across your face, you took yours from him as you both sat down on the couch. 

Quietly, as you popped open the tab on the lid, you remarked, “you really thought of everything, huh?”

Sam sipped his drink, shrugging one shoulder as he eyed you. Swallowing with a loud smacking sigh, he smiled playfully, “Pretty much.”

Wrinkling your nose, you took a drink and set down your cup. “You’re pretty sweet, you know that?”

Sammy waved a dismissive hand, looking at his lap, and your smile softened. “I mean it, I… you make me so happy, all the time. It’s your superpower.”

Sam giggled at that, looking up and meeting your gaze, and your eyes locked for several long moments before he gently answered. 

“It’s my favourite thing to do.”

Feeling a flush warming up your cheeks, you grinned crookedly, “what is?” 

With a blush colouring his cheeks but not a trace of embarrassment, Sam simply murmured, “making you happy.”

Quietly, you searched his face in your flustered confusion, and his smile slowly relaxed into a gentle expression. 

“Sammy…” you started, heart rate spiking as your thoughts raced around your mind. Not wanting to misread his gentle searching eyes, not daring to read into his sweet words. 

Then he cleared his throat softly, and your eyes shot down when you felt him take your hands in his, resting on your lap. As he toyed with your fingers, he started, “I think there’s something I need to say to you. And you know… Christmas and all, I just figure, it’s a good time… right?”

Your brows drew together, watching this normally larger than life man take on such a  serious persona. “Okay,” you cocked your head.

Sam’s lips quirked up in a lopsided grin, and he huffed out a soft shy laugh. “So… um… well I was walking Rose last week, through the public gardens, yknow? That spot I took you to in the fall?” 

When you nodded, he continued, “Right, well I passed that hideous statue of the lil elf dude, and I remembered how hard we laughed at him that time, but the thing is… it wasn’t even that funny. I stared at it for a solid ten minutes, probably really weirded out some families,” he chuckled, his fingers tensing and relaxing in between yours as he spoke, absently fidgeting the way you secretly always thought was adorable. 

“Okay…?” You prompted, giggling softly. 

“I… realized…” Sam shifted, clearing his throat again, his fingers clinging to yours tight for a moment, “…that it wasn’t the statue that made me laugh like that, it was just you.”

You snorted, and he seemed to realize what his words meant, blushing and laughing at himself as he quickly shook his head. “No no no, fuck, that came out so wrong, I-“ 

You interrupted him with a very unattractive honk of a laugh, making him giggle and shake his head again. Taking a breath, he rode the wave of joy and finished his explanation. 

“I realized then that I wanted you there, with me. I meant that the statue wasn’t nearly as funny or interesting or anything, without you beside me. And neither is anything else. You make everything in my life so much brighter, and more enjoyable, and warm and safe and… well, I kinda started to think about why I felt that way about you, so I may have… talked to Danny about it, and he-“ Sam huffed an exasperated laugh at the memory, staring firmly at your hands. 

“He said, ‘for fucks sake Sam. We were waiting for you to realize but clearly you’re more of a dumbass then we thought.”

You smirked shyly, feeling your stomach flip in anticipation. “Sounds like Danny.”

Smiling wide, Sam nodded his agreement, “Yeah, and he’s right. I am a dumbass. Cause my best friend had to tell me for me to realize that I’m in love with you.”

Your pulse raced so fast you weren’t certain that it just stopped beating entirely. With the last scraps of clarity in your swirling mind, you squeaked, “You what?”

After a second’s hesitation, he lifted his gaze to you through his lashes, and licked his lips nervously, scanning your face. 

You’d never seen him look so small. And you’d never felt your entire body buzz with electricity like it was. Your face slowly began to catch up with the butterflies attacking your stomach, and as your wondrous smile spread across your face, Sam relaxed infinitesimally before you. 

“You love me?” You confirmed with a high pitched, nervous giggle. 

He offered a tentative smile, eyes darting between yours, vulnerable and hopeful. “I love you so much.” 

Staring at him for another second, you giggled, lifting a hand to run through your hair, flustered and giddy. Then you perked up suddenly, realizing how the boy in front of you sat at the edge of his seat for your answer. 

“Oh! I love you too,” you rushed out, grabbing his hand again, smiling wide as Sam laughed, relief clouding his eyes as the tension in his body deflated. 

“You love me? Really? You aren’t just saying that cause I did?” He interrogated, playing up the humor in his tone when the question itself was serious.  He’d held out his heart to you, praying you wouldn’t break it.

“No, I do, I love you Sam,” you softly repeated, “I can’t believe you love me, I’m so…”

“-relieved?” he supplied gently, the both of you giggling as you nodded, delirious with your joy. 

Your laughter stilled, and you both held each other’s gaze, electricity sparking to life all around you. 

Sam’s hand left yours, bringing it up to slide gently over your cheek, making your heart flutter even harder in your chest. His eyes nervously dipped downwards, returning to your eyes, then glancing at your lips again before slipping his fingers sweetly into your hair. 

His lips parted, hesitating a second before he shyly confessed, “…I’m dying to kiss you.”

Your face lit up in a wild grin, and you couldn’t stop the positively giddy sounding tease before it was past your lips. “Oh really?”

His mouth twisted in a crooked smirk, meeting your gaze again rather ironically in response. 

“Do it,” you whispered, leaning forward a little in invitation. 

Your heart melted, watching Sam’s face relax into a droopy, lovesick smile of relief, and his face drew into yours before your eyes both fluttered closed. 

You took a short, shaky breath, and then felt his lips press to yours, so gently and sweetly. He held it for a few seconds, then his fingers slipped further behind your head, drawing you closer as his lips parted for a deeper, more passionate kiss. 

Your heart pounded in your ears, so loud you almost missed the whisper quiet groan from his throat. Pouring your overwhelming emotions into the kiss, you surrendered to the feeling with a hum of your own, finally daring to bring a hand up to caress his jaw. 

God, you’d never been kissed like this, like he’d rather suffocate than be separated from your mouth. His head tilted more, aligning his face even more perfectly to slip his tongue teasingly against your lip, a question of sorts. Still rather flustered, nervous in the exciting way a schoolgirl might feel kissing her crush in his car, you dared a brush of your tongue against his mouth, moaning quietly when he met yours with his almost accidentally. 

Sam shivered, parting from the kiss reluctantly, and as your eyes fluttered open, you saw his still closed, his brows furrowed, tipped up in the middle giving away his neediness, and his cheeks flushed, lips swollen and shiny. 

He blinked a few times, eyes focusing on your face, and he huffed a soft, goofy and pleased-with-himself laugh, stroking his thumb across your cheekbone. “Hi,” he rasped. 

“Hey,” you mumbled, blushing pink and giggling. 

“I’ve dreamt about that, y’know,” he informed you, smile turning mischievous. “Not nearly as good as the real thing.”

“I dream about you too,” you slipped, blushing harder when you realized what you said, making Sam coo fondly and draw closer again. 

“Cute,” he subconsciously repeated his earlier word of choice. 

“You’re cute,” you argued, biting your lip as his face teased nearer to yours again. 

“You think so?” he pried flirtatiously, voice dropping to that low rasp that drove you insane. 

Nodding, you swallowed, flustered all over again. Heat prickled at your skin, watching his pupils dilate, consuming those sweet, honey-brown irises. His long lashes drooped, his glances across your face accompanying his words, “I’m the luckiest guy on the planet.”

Before you could answer, he kissed you again, a firm and warm kiss, fulfilling and whole, deliciously exciting and wanting. 

Pulling him by the neck, you leaned back slowly, keeping him leaning on top of you until you sank into the throw pillows. Propping himself up above you, Sam murmured against your lips, “Whatcha doin?” with a shit-eating smirk, returning his mouth to yours before you could give him an answer. 

And it was Sam’s fault, really, that the gingerbread houses went ignored for the rest of the evening. 

Sam’s fault that you didn’t even drink the hot chocolates, only discovering their ice cold presence on your coffee table the next morning, wearing Sam’s shirt, hair a mess and a permanent smile etched into your cheeks. 

And it was all on Sam that you had the best damn Christmas you could’ve ever dreamed of. 

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It’s the Doctor Who Christmas Eve fic! This idea came to me on the plane back from college and I just love the idea of having the Doctor pass out and the reader being like “well I better make him comfy”. Thank you to everyone who voted on the poll for the Tenth Doctor! Please enjoy this adorable tale with the Doctor!

A Stranger Invited to Christmas💚❤️🎅🎄

Caregiver!Tenth Doctor & GN Little!Reader (SFW)

Tags - meeting the Doctor for the first time, taking care of him then vice versa, sippy cups, pacifier, stuffies, cuddles, mentions of Santa and Christmas

Leave it to me to forget milk the night before Christmas. It’s no bother though, a quick trip to the shop and back home never hurt no one. After all who can go without milk on Christmas? What would I leave for Santa? Water? Come on!

With my grocery bag in hand, I walked down street to my flat. Christmas is going to be a little different this year. My family was planning on coming to visit but sadly caught a cold that’s been going around.

That meant Christmas alone this year. I mean I can’t lie, I’m a little bit bummed out I won’t be seeing my family.

Thankfully I have my stuffie family to keep me company for Christmas. That didn’t bother me, if anything it was an excuse to regress the whole holiday season away. I mean who doesn’t want to regress and watching movies like Frosty all night long?

The cold air filled my lungs with a deep breath in. With a deep breath out smoke blew around my face with my warm breath hitting the cold air of the night.

Suddenly a squeak broke my thoughts. It sounded like a bird that was calling out for hell. I turned to the source of the noise and followed it to a bush. Something was ruffling the leaves of it but I couldn’t see the animal.

“It’s okay! I’m not hurt you. I just wanna help.”

It was as if the animal heard me because it came out from its hiding spot in the bush. It looked like…well…actually I don’t know what it is.

It looks like a mole mixed with a bunny. It has this small body with fluffy black fur and big ears. Its hands were similar to a mole’s paws with a long hairless tail behind it that looked similar to one of a rats.

It started to walk over to me on its two back paws as it held its front paws together.

“It’s okay! You’re safe now. What happened?”

I walked towards the fuzzy creature and was about to lean down when…

“LOOK OUT!!” A man grabbed and tackled me on the side. The two of us went tumbling down onto the snowy ground.

He tackled me just in time because the creature hissed and shot some sort of venom where I was originally standing.

The two of us sat up from the ground and looked ahead at the creature scurrying away.

“What is that thing?!”

“It’s a Buried Darthrow Fling. Really nasty creatures despite how cute they look,” The man replied.

He grabbed something at his pocket and flung it ahead where the…Buried Darthrow Fling…was running away.

His aim was perfect because it hit the creature and suddenly it disappeared into thin air.

I started at the blank space where the creature once stood in shock and disbelief…

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

I stood up and ran over to there the animal once was and my eyes were not deceiving me, it had disappeared.

I turned to the man as he stood up from the snowy ground, “How did that? What? What just happened?”

“I apologize for tackling you but if that Buried Darthrow Fling got venom on you, you would’ve fallen into a coma.” He said casually.

“A coma?”

“Yup.”

“And it disappeared from that thing in your pocket?”

“Yeah,” he picked up another one from his pocket and held it out for me to look at. “See? Nothing too fancy, it just teleports back to its home planet.” He added again…casually.

“Planet? Teleporting? So it’s an alien?!” I was starting to lose my mind.

“I can see you’re a bit overwhelmed. So why don’t we start over.”

He brushed the snow off his long brown trench coat and walked over to me.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m the Doctor.” He held his hand out to shake.

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet-.” I started to say before I paused mid sentence.

On his hand was this blue gel splattered across it. He must’ve saw my hesitation and looked at his hand. That’s when he saw the gel too.

“Oh no.”

“Oh no? What’s wrong?” I asked looked at his worried expression.

“The Buried Darthrow Fling must’ve got me when I tackled you.”

My eyes widened, “Oh my God. We gotta get you to the hospital!”

“No no, no hospitals I’ll be fine.” The Doctor started to say before his eyes started roll back and he fell onto his knees.

I ran over and helped him back up. He grabbed my arm, “Okay…maybe it’s starting to have an effect on me.”

I wrapped his arm around my shoulders to get him back on his feet and more steady, “We need to get you to the hospital before you slip into a coma.”

“No I’ll be okay,” he pulled a device from his jacket pocket. It made a weird noise and glowed blue as he hovered it over his hand.

Then after a moment he pulled it up to his face to read. “I won’t go into a coma because my body is built a bit differently than yours.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m not human.” He said, putting his glowy pen thing away.

“You not-.” I stopped myself before I could really wrap my mind around it.

“I just need a place…to take a quick…nap.” He said as he started to drift off again.

I helped him to his feet, holding onto his arm around my shoulders with one hand and wrapping my arm around his back with the other.

“My flat is just around the corner here, you can rest there.” I explained as I turned him around and helped him start walking towards my apartment.

“Thank you, that will be *yawn* nice.”

With that the two of us started carefully walking back to my flat.

“I’m sorry…about all this…” his head bobbed up and down as he fought against sleeping.

“It’s not your fault. I was the idiot looking at the strange creature.”

“Well, you didn’t know any better….so no need to apologize. But what are you doing out so late…on Christmas?” He asked between yawns.

“I forgot to get milk for Santa so I went out to a shop…to pick it up…” I started to trail off.

With a quick look over his shoulder I could make out the faint puddle in the distance behind us, which no doubt was my milk carton splattered all over the payment.

“Oh…” The Doctor trailed off as he realized what must’ve happened. “I’m so sorry, I’ll…I’ll make it up to you…”

“Don’t worry about it, I rather have no milk and not be in a coma.” I joked getting a smile from the Doctor.

~~~

Finally we made it back to my flat. As we got closer I could feel the Doctor start to get more and more drowsy. Standing at the door and trying to unlock while also holding onto him was a bit of a challenge but one I managed.

The door swung open. I guided him to my small but cozy living room.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You’re not going into a coma?” I asked still extremely worried. I helped him take his long tan coat off then sit on the couch.

“No, no, no. I just need a little nap to get the side effects…to ware off and then…then I’ll be okay. Promise.” He said drifting off.

The worrying started to get to my regression. I held my hand out, pink facing toward him. “Pinky promise?”

He smirked and lifted his tired hand toward mine, wrapping his pink around my own. “Pink promise Y/N.”

“Just…a little…rest that’s…all…” I help him lay on the couch as he started to drift off both what he was saying and off to sleep.

Then it was just me with a sleeping stranger on my couch.

All at once the events hit me like a train and suddenly I felt the reality of everything. He’s an alien, we were attacked by an alien, and now he’s taking a rest on my couch.

No not strange at all, totally not. Why would it be?! It sort felt like a crazy dream I was a part of. But this this was real, this is really happening. This is going to be a Christmas to remember.

With reality and panic setting in, I could stop myself from regressing any further. The panic seemed to slip away as I let myself regress to let go of everything that just happened.

Now fully feeling like my true little self I stared at the stranger in the brown suit and converse. He was very nice to me and he did save my life hence why he was passed out on the couch.

If he was my guest for Christmas, I might as well make him comfy. So off I rushed to the bedroom to grab some supplies.

With arms full, I ran back and got to work. First I draped a soft light pink blanket across his body. Then I gave him a soft pillow behind his head, then to finish it off I surrounded him with not one but about ten different stuffies. I couldn’t have him waking up without friends around him.

Satisfied with the results I rushed off to make myself comfy for the night. It wasn’t too late and I didn’t have a Caregiver to tell me not to stay up…

With Christmas pajamas on, a sippy cup full of juice and a Christmas pacifier in mouth, I sat on the ground infront of the couch as Frosty the Snowman playing on the tv. I would watch Frosty and check on the sleeping strange periodically.

But as the night went on, it became harder and harder to stay awake.

~~~

When The Doctor began to wake up, a few things popped into this mind. For one, he felt very comfortable. He’s hasn’t felt this cozy in a long long time.

Memories started to flood his mind of the past 24 hours. Flying around in the Tardis, getting a notification of a dangerous Buried Darthrow Fling, searching around all of England for it and meeting Y/N. Then of course getting the venom on his hand and passing out.

There was a movie playing in the background. It sounded familiar but something he couldn’t quite place at the moment. Then he heard something that warmed his hearts, a pure and happy giggle.

It was enough to push through the tiredness and open his eyes. And what he saw brought a smile to his face.

Y/N, his newest friend and couch-lender was sitting next to the couch in some Christmas themed pajamas. Beside them was a stuffie, a sippy cup and some biscuits on a tiny plate. On the tv played the new cartoon version of the grinch.

Every so often Y/N would be watching the scene before their head would be nodding off. Then when they realized, they would jump back up and continue watching.

The Doctor realized in two seconds what was going on. It had been far too long since he had seen a Regressor. On his home planet, regressing was as normal as sneezing, but on Earth it wasn’t as well know. Which is a shame the Doctor thought.

He began to sit up on the couch, and that’s when he realized why he was so comfy. He was wrapped in a soft pink blanket and surrounded by plushies.

“You’re awake!”

The Doctor turned to see a wide eyed Little staring back at him.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?!” Their pacifier fell to the ground as the began to ramble on worried as ever.

“I’m alright. Better now actually than I was before. And even more better thanks to all of these friends that kept me nice and safe while I slept.”

He picked up one of the stuffies, a frog, and smiled. “What’s this one’s name?”

“Tiana. Just like the princess. By your hip is her husband Naveen.” Y/N pointed out.

The Doctor smiled and picked the other frog up. With the married frogs reunited he shook their feet. “It is nice to meet such a lovely couple.”

That caused Y/N to giggle at the Doctor’s silliness. But their giggle caused them to yawn soon after. That caught the Doctor’s attention.

“Y/N, how long have you been up?” He asked before looking around for a clock in their flat.

”Don’t know…wanted to make sure you were okay.” They said with another yawn.

Below the tv sat one that read 11:30pm. “It’s almost midnight! It’s far too late for someone as young as you. Come on, off to bed.” He stood up and walked over to where they were sitting.

The Doctor could see there was a bit of hesitancy in their eyes. “But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What are you going to do? Are you going back to bed?”

“No. No, I’ve slept enough for at least another two years. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need to go to bed.”

“But…are you going to leave me?”

The question came out as broken and as sad as it could possibly sound.

Sure the Doctor had plenty of other things he had to do. He had to figure out how that creature got to Earth, he had to fix something in the Tardis’ engine…

But the look of wonder, of happiness and of concern for him on Y/N’s face struck something in him. It had been a while since he had a companion. Rose…well…she was gone. And recently Martha had left.

He wasn’t good alone, he knew that, but he always seemed to be alone. That was until now.

Now he had a chance to have a companion again. A friend to travel all throughout time and space with. But not only that, now he now had a Little to care for and watch over.

Plus it was Christmas Eve, and he was always a softie for Christmas.

He bent down, sitting across from them on the ground. He took their hands in his. “As long as you want me here, I’ll stay. I’ll even be happy to take care of you if you need. After all you took such good care of me. Let me return the favor.”

Y/M smiled and squeezed his hands back. “Yes!! I’d love you to stay! We can celebrate Christmas together!”

The Doctor smiled back, “Then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“But first things first! We gotta get you ready for bed!” The Doctor jumped up off the ground and offered his hand to Y/N to help them up.

Once up and hand in hand, the Doctor turned on his heels to go toward their bedroom but was stopped when Y/N pulled his arms back.

“Wait! We gotta put our cookies out for Santa.”

“Right, of course. We can’t forget about Santa now can we?” He winked.

So off to the small kitchen the two went to fetch some biscuits for Santa. Then there they sat, a tiny plate with two biscuits, some carrots for the reindeer and a glass of juice. With it sat a note to be read later.

The two stood back and admired their work. “You think Santa will like it?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t think he’ll like it. I think he’ll love it.” The Doctor smiled.

Y/N nodded and yawned. The Doctor took that as his cue to get his little one to bed.

“Alright you’ve been up far far too long. Time to go to bed before Santa arrives.” He lifted them into his arms and started to carry them off to bed.

Suddenly the clocks chimed, indicating that it was midnight and officially Christmas Day.

Despite being sleepy Y/N still lifted their head off his shoulder to look at the Doctor with a smile, “Merry Christmas Doctor!” They leaned forward and hugged him tightly.

He hugged back just as tight, “Merry Christmas Y/N!”

Y/N fell asleep soon after. All wrapped up in their fuzzy blanket cuddling close to the Doctor. And the Doctor? He held them close like a protective Caregiver would. And for the first time and a long time, he was happy. Truly and blissfully happy.

The note in the living room to Santa read as followed:

Dear Santa,

We apologize for the juice instead of milk. We almost fell into a coma trying to get milk. But thankfully we’re alive but without milk so please enjoy the glass of juice instead. Please thank the reindeers for their hard work and tell Ms. Clause Merry Christmas from us!

Sincerely,

Y/N and The Doctor

[carrieeve]

HO, HO, HO! 🎅

It's me, your extremely subtle secret santa!

A little birdie elf told me you like Feysand. What a coincidence, I do too!! If you had to choose, what are your top 3 feysand moments?

And do you have a favorite comfort film to watch when the weather starts getting cold?

hi, hello! :-)

i had to take a moment to sift through all of my favourite moments and pick just the three, but here they go:

in acomaf, when Feyre first goes to Velaris and wonders if it would be better if she died and Rhys tells her not to ever think like that--and then later, when she confesses she might've fallen for Tamlin not for his sake but out of desperate loneliness. it never stops breaking my heart.

also in acomaf, after the blood rubies arrived and Feyre stayed with Rhys to cheer him up--when she acknowledges how he had been there for her and didn't give up on trying to help her recover. i am so there for this moment of reciprocity between them. and for the fact that Rhys's strategy was to basically annoy her into getting better and it worked.

their reunion in acowar, after she comes back from spring court. just--that very moment they see each other for the first time has me by the throat.

also, bonus points for every single time it's mentioned or even implied in acofas that they walked hand in hand through Velaris. no thoughts, just this vibe of them being a loving couple taking a stroll together.

as for comfort movies, i don't really have any that come to mind. but i will never not finish Love Actually if i catch it on tv.

[thatssonanii]

Christmas Excerpt

A/N: Happy birthday to my boy, JC! Merry Chrimuh, yall! 🎄🤶🎅 And Happy Holidays! My gift to yall💛See yall in 2024!

Warnings: Playful violence, 18+, Minors DNI

Masterlist

Chapter Eight

Tinamatua(Grandma)Manamea(babygirl)

The living room that was previously covered in wrapping paper was now covered with Sienna's toys. She played gleefully  with her Lego set alongside Zilla while Moriah watched from the doorway.

“Nooo,” Sienna giggled, “It don't go like that, Uncle!”

“That's where you told me to put it though,” he laughed, still building. 

She shook her head as she tried to move his hand. “Uhn uhn, I tell you to put it over there on the red one.”

“I want it on the yellow though,” he sassed playfully, putting his block back, “It look better that way.”

“Oh my gosh,” she groaned. “Auntie was right! You not listen!”

Zilla's face frowned up playfully, he quickly grabbed the little girl into his arms and started tickling her. She wiggled and giggled uncontrollably.

“You been talking junk about me to your Auntie, Sisi? Huh?”

“Noooo,” she squealed in between laughs then laid eyes on Moriah. “Auntie! Auntie help!”

Laughing, Moriah went over to them and put Zilla in a headlock. The pressure she applied was enough to make him stop tickling to focus on getting his girlfriend off him. 

“Run, Si! Auntie got him!” Moriah yelled playfully. 

Sienna giggled as she ran out of the room but Moriah didn't let up. Although he could've easily moved her, Zilla tapped her arm, his laughter choking out. 

“Say you love me!”

“I love your ass, Fat,” he laughed. 

“Now say I'm not the hard headed one!”

He tried to pry her arm off again but he couldn't control his laughter. 

“I'm not the hard headed one!”

“Oh you wanna be smart,” she laughed, tightening her hold, “Say Moriah isn't the hard headed one.”

“Moriah,” he choked when she squeezed again, “Moriah ain't the hard headed one!”

Slowly, she released him with a satisfied smile watching him cough to catch his breath. He coughed a few times through his laughter as he watched her. 

“You was tryna take me out, Fat?”

“Of course not,” she laughed, “I was protecting niecey pooh. You okay, baby?”

“I think I need a kiss to make me feel better,” he suggested, licking his lips.

She rolled her eyes playfully and leaned towards him. When her eyes closed, he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed, making her eyes pop back open then narrow at him. He chuckled softly. 

“Was that nice?” He asked softly. 

“Uuuh … uhn uhn.”

“Mmhm so what you s'posed to say, Fat?”

Her eyes fluttered, feeling him briefly squeeze a little tighter.

“Ion hear you.”

“Mmm … I'm sorry, Daddy.”

A slick smile sat low on his face, he leaned in to peck her lips a few times still holding her throat. 

“That's my girl.”

Sienna ran back into the room with Leata behind her. She squealed softly seeing them before running over and jumping on her uncle's back. 

“He got Auntie! Help, Tinamatua!” 

“I don't think Auntie was in danger, Si.”

Zilla let her go to wrestle with his niece while Moriah and Leata laughed. Moriah hurried out the way to avoid getting hit during their play fight. 

“The two of you forget you're not at home, I see.”

“I … it was him,” Moriah laughed, “It's always him.”

Leata watched her with a smile. “Uhuh and last night that was him too?”

Moriah covered her face trying to stop laughing. “Don't know what you're talking about.”

“You do. Now I want you to take your hands down,” she chuckled moving Moriah's hands, “And tell me that lie. But before you do, I want you to know that I heard the whole conversation.”

“Its not my fault,” she pouted. “You were supposed to sleeping, Mama.”

“Oh, manamea. It's never your fault, you're so innocent.” She joked. 

“That's right! He's the bad influence, Mama. I'm an angel!”

“Lying on Christmas. Tsk,” Leata joked walking away. 

Moriah laughed, putting her sights back on Zilla and Sienna. He was letting her put him in a chokehold. 

“Get him, Si! He got me in trouble!”

[an1meslvt]

|christmas with you|

tag: letitia x blackfemreader

warnings: suggestive themes, mostly fluff (gets really sappy.)

summary: christmas with letitia! 🎄🎅🤶

“babe! i finished the cookies!” you giggled as letitia came running down the stairs with a big goofy smile. “i’ve waited a whole year for these cookies!” she said as she bit into one. “damn tish, is it good?” you laughed, causing her to smirk. “not as good as your cookie tho.” she shrugged, leaving your mouth agape with shock.

“letitia michelle wright!” you scolded, hitting her with your oven mitt. “damn baby, mans just joking.” she said in her thick british accent. you shook your head playfully. “come on let’s go open presents.” you said, pulling her out of the kitchen.

you both sat crisscrossed by the tree, presenting the presents to each other. “here, baby! i hope you like it!” you said, handing tish her gift. “what is it?” she said, eying you in a skeptical but playful manner.

“tish just open it!” she giggled before tearing away the wrapping paper. you bit your lip anxiously as she let out a loud gasp. “y/n, no you didn’t!” “yes i did.” you said laughing a bit. you had gifted her a silver cuban link chain, incrusted with vvs diamonds, her nickname ‘TISH’ in all caps as a pendant.

“oh my- fuck! when did you- how did you- im sorry, i can’t process this right now.” she held the chain in her hands, in complete shock. “are you tryna get fucked tonight or what?” “tish!” you said, playfully slapping her arm, causing her to laugh.

“im being serious! this is the best gift ever! thank you so much, love.” she cooed as she gave you a sweet kiss. you muttered a “you’re welcome.” before she spoke again. “now it’s time for your gift!” she said, pulling a small box from her pocket.

“y/n, we’ve been together for about 4 years now, and you’ve always been there for me. you never once judged me for anything and you always stayed by my side even in my darkest moments. we’ve accomplished so much together, and i can’t wait to spend many more christmases with you. so with that being said…will you marry me?” she opened the box revealing a beautiful 24 karat silver ring, with a heart shaped diamond.

you looked at her with tears in your eyes, your hand covering your mouth. “tish…are you for real?” “yes, baby. i wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” you let out a choked sob as you scrambled to hug her.

“yes! yes i’ll marry you! i wanna be your wife!” you cried, making her hug you tightly. “you’re gonna be my wife! fuck yes!” she yelled happily. “does this mean, we can finally buy that big house together?” you asked, making her nod. “that brings me to my next gift for you.”

you sat back down on the floor, waiting to see what the gift was. watched closely as she pulled out some folded up papers. handing them to you. you grabbed the papers softly, unfolding them so you could have a look. you read over the black print before a small gasp left your lips.

“letitia. this is…the deed to the house i wanted.” you said looking up at her. “yes it is! bought it straight cash 2 days ago.” she smiled. “nowwww all we need to do is call our lawyers so you can sign it.” she smiled.

“tishhh.” you whined, going over to hug her again. “thank you so much baby! you just gave me the best christmas ever!” you squealed, kissing all over her face. she smirked, causing you to put a pause on your kissing. “i know how to make your christmas even better.” there was a hint of mischief in her voice.

you giggled as she squeezed your your hips. “oh really? how?” you asked innocently, causing her to smirk. her hands traveled down to your ass, her grip firm. “let me show you.”

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

©️an1meslvt

author: i hope y’all like this! jus a lil sum sum for the holidays! if you got more christmas ideas, don’t hesitate to let me know! love you bookies! 💕🫶🏾

[killemwithkawaii]

"Heh, you'd better watch out, Larry. He's ALWAYS got an EYE on you, trust me...🎅"

"Pfft- dude, gross...!"

[This is my Secret Santa gift for @kithuu Merry Christmas! 🎁🎄]

[sweetberryworld]

You better watch out… Santa Claus is coming to town. 🪓🎅.

(This bug is great)

[imahyperfixatedbitch]

🎅A WENDIGO CHRISTMAS🎅

@untildawn-secretsanta

@lookimtryingmybest HI!!! This is my present for you this Christmas!! I hope you enjoy it! You'll get some good old nonsense in the end. I was planning to draw you something but I couldn't so I wrote my first fanfic ever for you! I hope you enjoy it!

You could call Josh the revengeful type. He was like, planning a super elaborate “prank” in order to finally avenge his sisters’ disappearance after the very infamous joke they pulled on Hannah. However, Josh had been doubting the usefulness of such a plan. It had started not long ago, after a call with Chris and Ashley, he started feeling bad about it. First he thought about Chris and Ashley:he had very mixed feelings about them. One part of him was jealous of Ashley, as he loved Chris, his childhood bff, but the other part kind of wanted her as well? Weird. Then he started thinking about his friend Sam, she didn't even participate in the prank, and lately they had been supporting one another. Then the final factor appeared: Christmas was near and his parents wouldn't even be here to celebrate it with him, and if his sisters weren't here either, what was the point? So he had an idea to solve both problems: what if he invited all his “friends” (he's not even sure they still are his friends) for Christmas? Then he could decide if he forgave them AND he wouldn't be all alone. Josh hated loneliness. So he called them all. And these kids apparently didn't want to attend the family dinner because everyone accepted.

Everyone was back at the lodge, the first people to arrive were Ashley and Chris. They came together and Josh could feel his “mixed feelings” about them rise the second he saw them.

“Hey bro! Hey Ashley!” He greeted them

“‘Sup”

“Hi!” he hugged both of them. Quickly afterwards an awkward silence settled in.

“Anyone wanna play dnd?” Chris spoke in an attempt to stop the awkwardness, and, I mean, it worked because now Josh and Ashley just felt despair.

“Dude please tell me you didn't bring all of your dnd stuff…”

“Uh…”

“I asked you if you had it before we headed out and you swore you only brought presents!!” Ashley joined in the complaints.

“Well, I mean, playing dnd IS a present!”

“Ugh…”

“So will you guys play or-”

“NO.” Their little banter was quickly interrupted by noises they heard in front of the living room.

“This bitch better get lost on her way. I can't stand her ugly ass.”

“Calm down Emily…remember we're all here for Josh today” Oh, another couple with issues. Hopefully they can fix them for Christmas, that would be like a hallmark movie. Matt and Emily entered the place, and immediately noticed how their three friends were looking at them.

“Oh, did you guys like, hear us?”

“Yeah.” Josh decided to be honest, but before any of them could really address it. A braided blondie came in with her boyfriend.

“Hiiiii” she cheerfully greeted and hugged everyone, well except Emily of course.

“This bitch-” Emily quickly interrupted herself when she saw the pleading look Matt gave her.

“Almost everyone is here, where's Sam?” Josh asked.

“Right here.” Sam was right behind him and just gave him the fright of his life.

“HOLY SHIT SAM WHY”

“Ha, I'm getting back at you for all the times you scared me” she playfully elbowed him.

After a while, the atmosphere was still pretty tense, no one was really doing anything. Sam took a look at Josh and noticed how he wasn't looking really comfortable. She decided to talk to him.

“Hey, Josh”

“Sup Sam.”

“Are you planning to do anything? Like, watching a Christmas movie, do you have a Christmas playlist? Maybe board games?”

“Uh, I mean I bought beers”

“Let me take charge for a while.”

Sam stood up and started assigning tasks to her friends, dividing them in groups (that she chose carefully).

“Okay so, Ash,Chris and Josh, go turn the electricity generator on in the basement, then we can get more light, no offense Josh, but these candles are not enough. Matt and Emily could start getting the table ready for dinner. Jess could change the decorations a bit, Josh, I know you love your favorite indie horror movie's Christmas merch but I think Jess could make everything a bit, uh, prettier. Mike and I could go searching for board games or anything that could entertain us tonight, okay?” Everyone nodded and started working on their assigned tasks.

“Why does no one want to play dnd!? It's so interesting!”

“Dude!”

“What!?”

“I'm shivering!” Ashley chimed in.

“Oh, do you want one of my flannels?”

“How many flannels do you have!?”

Josh clicked on a secret button on the wall,it revealed a closet full of flannels, there was like every flannel you could imagine. Red one, purple,pink, barbie flannel, horror flannel, flannels with fur on the sleeves, etc…

Ashley gasped “What the hell!? I'm actually impressed.”

“And I'm the weirdo because I like dnd. You're obsessed with flannels!” Chris shook his head.

“Flannels are useful okay!?” Josh defensively responded.

“Oh I like this one!” Ashley tried a green one on.

“Oh my god it was made for you! That's some high quality flannel dude.” Josh admired as Ashley spun around in her new flannel.

As they descended in the basement, Chris started working on the electricity generator while Ashley and Josh remained on one side, a bit away from him (they just finished bantering because Josh complained about Chris’ phone addiction).

“So…how have you been since-”

“Don't worry about it Ashley. I've been doing well, tonight I just want to have a good time with you guys okay? You and Chris mean a lot to me and well… I don't mean to get between you two because I see how you look at eachother you know? But I like being with you”

“Josh…we also enjoy every minute we spend with you”

“Oh-”

“What are you guys talking about?” Chris joined the conversation back.

“What are you talking about Matt?” Emily and Matt were only supposed to get the table ready for the dinner but surprisingly the conversation turned into Matt opening up about his insecurities on his relationship with Emily.

“Matt, you are everything I could ask for. And I've never been happier since we've been together and you better understand that! You're beautiful and you're just a great guy, so don't you dare deny it! And Emily's always right, thank you very much.” Matt didn't expect such direct praises from Emily, he just jumped to hug her as she hugged him back with a surprised look. Jessica passed by the kitchen and threw a disgusted stare at Emily and Matt.

“Emily don't do that-” Emily didn't listen to Matt as she kept walking towards Jessica at a fast pace. When she got near enough, she opened her arms and gave Jessica the warmest hug she ever received.

“Emily? What-"Jessica mumbled.

“I already lost a friend last year and I won't lose another one. I won't let that happen, got it? Especially not over a stupid guy named Mike. You may be a bitch, a huge bitch…”

“Woah”

“But you're still my best friend.”

“Oh Emily” Jessica broke the hug to get a better look at her “I'm so sorry for what I did, I want to go back to how we were…”

“Jessica, I know you're sorry and that you're happy with him and I'm happy with Matt, so let's forget about this stupid feud over some stupid guy, and let's be besties again, I won't take no for an answer by the way.”

“YES” The girls started happily cheering for their friendship as Matt watched, proud of his girlfriend.

“Jesus, these board games are old.” Mike coughed because of the dust.

“Yep, they haven't used them since…”

Mike sighed “I think about that everyday”

“I know Mike, we've talked about it. And you know what I said, you're sorry, everyone is, but now it's time to move on, look at how happy Josh was when he saw us. This is how we can honor them: by celebrating the best Christmas for them.”

“You're right…”

“How are things with your father going by the way?”

“Oh you know, the same stuff as always, he acts like a douche and has those dumb expectations”

“Mh I see…”

“Let's stop talking about me. Let's talk about you, Sam. How are you doing?”

“Oh! Uh well you know, the same stuff as always. I have to take care of everyone again.”

“Yeah, you probably made me accompany you so I could talk about my problems,heh.”

“You got me there. I mean sometimes being the mom friend is tiring you know? You guys give me a lot of work. Helping Chris, Ash and Josh figure out they all have feelings for eachother is hard!”

“Oh yeah! Everyone knows it! Well, except for them. But you're right Sam, we should make an effort to get along better and you know, listen to your problems too.”

“Aw thank you. Nice talk bro!” Sam lightly punched his shoulder.

“Ouch!”

“Oops”

Everything was now ready for the perfect Christmas. The dishes were on the table. The Christmas tree was beautiful and the living room was shining with all the decorations. The lights were on and the lodge was warm. Sam and Mike had some movies and boardgames prepared for the night, and Josh's (odd) Christmas playlist was playing in the background. Matt, Mike and Sam were playing a board game, Jess and Emily were catching up and Josh,Chris and Ash were cuddling together on the couch while chatting about geeky stuff. Suddenly, the lights started flickering and finally turned off. Screams were heard (mostly from Mike). The lights turned back on, revealing a tall and pale creature standing in the living room. Our friends didn't know it, but it was a wendigo. The time stopped, it was like everyone was too stunned to speak, petrified. The wendigo opened its mouth.

“I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need…”

Josh immediately recognised the beautiful singing voice.

“Hannah!?” The wendigo put a christmas hat on its head. “Yeah!”

“Where have you been!?”

“Long story short, I fell from a mountain into some mines and I ate a dead body to survive and now I look like that!” Hannah cheerfully explained.

“Hey you look just like the monster from my favorite horror movie! Cool!” The two siblings hugged.

“Wait a minute, Hannah. Where's Beth?”

“ Uh… JOSH LOOK SANTA PUT THE PRESENTS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS TREE!”

“NO WAY DUDE!”

Everyone ran to the tree. Each person got wonderful gifts from their loved ones. Emily got a new bag and jewelry, Jess got new clothes and makeup, Mike got an ugly Christmas sweater and he didn't know it yet but the next day Jessica would take him out to adopt a puppy together, Matt got some more material to practice sports, Chris got a new videogame, Ashley got a new book collection and Sam got some sweaters.

Josh decided that he would give up on his plan. He had the time of his life with his friends and he got his sister back. The rest of the night went wonderfully well. They danced, had a delicious dinner and played board games. Emily and Jess apologized and catched up with Hannah. They even sang together when they organized a Christmas karaoke. In the end, it was the best Christmas everyone could wish for. “Hey Hannah, have you ever played dnd?”

“Chris…” Josh sighed.

“Show me!” Hannah responded, surprising everyone.

[heavenboy09]

30 Years Ago Today, , On November 11th, 1994🎅🎄🦌❄🎁✨

Walt Disney Pictures Presents

The 1994 Disney's Holiday 🎄Classic Film 🎥 That Started It All

Divorced dad Scott (Tim Allen) has custody of his son (Eric Lloyd) on Christmas Eve.

After he accidentally kills a man in a Santa suit, they are magically transported to the North Pole....

Where an elf explains that Scott must take Santa's place before the next Christmas arrives.

Scott thinks he's dreaming, but over the next several months he gains weight and grows an inexplicably white beard.

MAYBE THAT NIGHT AT THE NORTH POLE WASN'T A DREAM AFTER ALL --

AND MAYBE SCOTT HAS A LOT OF WORK TO DO.

WALT DISNEY PICTURES PRESENTS

THE GREATEST DISNEY CHRISTMAS 🎄 MOVIE 🎥 OF 1994 & OF ALL TIMES HAS ARRIVED

🎶YOU BETTER WATCH OUT🎶

🎶YOU BETTER NOT CRY 😢 🎶

🎶YOU BETTER NOT POUT, I'M TELLING YOU WHY🎶

TIM ALLEN 👨

IS

THE SANTA 🎅 CLAUSE 🎄🦌❄🎁✨

HAPPY 30TH ANNIVERSARY TO WALT DISNEY PICTURES, THE SANTA 🎅 CLAUSE 🎄🦌❄🎁✨

#TheSantaClause #ScottCalvin #CharlieCalvin #Laura #DrNealMiller #Bernard #Judy #SantaClaus #NorthPole #Elves #Reindeer #Christmas #MerryChristmas #TimAllen #WaltDisneyPictures

[chunkypossum]

Hello my dear chunkypossum,

I have an idea for your gift, but the details are not yet solidified. The story will be set in the ACOTAR universe but will not be canon compliant. That’s all I’m going to share for now.

I have created three very vague Azris Fic Stats cards for your perusal. Please note: after much consideration, I decided to separate angst and pain into two categories, angst meaning hurt between the boys, and pain meaning bad stuff happening TO the boys (I realize you defined this as one and the same, but for the purpose of this fic... humor me 😉). I will also share with you a blank Azris Fic Stats card, one that you may fill out yourself if you want to adjust anything. Or, if it’s easier for you, please feel free to simply respond to this message with what you would like changed (or scrapped entirely) and I will adjust accordingly! After all, this gift is for you and I want you to love it! 

-🎅❤️

Ok this is so cute! Those little cards are perfect! You worked so hard! I really appreciate the angst and pain clarification and distinction. Makes total sense when you play it out like this … that pain scale on option one has me under its spell I’m so curious … but I’m a big fan of watching their relationship form so I’m stuck between 2&3 the stats on 3 are nice and even and it looks so well rounded but I AM a creature of habit and turning up the yearning and the pain is bound to hook my every single time.

I think I’m going to choose option 2 though I wouldn’t mind a level up on that fluff meter ONLY if it makes sense in the story. I think stories come out better when we enjoy what we are putting together so go with your gut on that.

[dawneternal]

Ho ho howdy! It's jolly St. Nick checking in. 🎅

Ah, I see you have excellent taste! A Court of Shadows and Ash is truly magnificent. Are you a fan of HEA, then? Any other fics you want to point out?

You have mentioned your favorite parts of the books, but what parts don't you like? A particular incident you'd like to change, perhaps?

Now, a quick fire round:

1.Who's more autistic, Azriel or Eris?

2.Who's the bigger flirt?

3.Night Court or Autumn court?

4.Rhysand or Cassian?

5.Tamlin or Jurian?

6.Feyre or Nesta?

7.Elain or Mor?

8.Morning or evening?

9.Sweet or savory?

10.Red or blue?

11.Moo Deng or Hua Hua?

12.Halloween or Christmas?

13.LOTR or Star Wars?

14.Tattoos or piercings?

15.Fluff or angst?

16.Smut or feelings?

17.Dialogue or descriptions?

18.Azris or Azris?

Okay, the last one was just to check if you're paying attention! Until next time,

xoxo 🤫🎅

PS: I love the way you draw noses. Okay, byeeee

Omg hi Santa

You got me I do love HEA I think I just watched too many Barbie movies as a kid you know?

Okay honestly I would just shift things around so Azris is canon lol like let them be gayyyy.

1. Azriel 💀 they're definitely both neuro spicy in some way but I think Azriel absolutely has a touch of the tism

2. Eris!! I think flirting is like a sport to him.

3. Autumn Court because it will Always be soup season and I'll never experience another heat wave again

4. I'm going to say Cassian bc I think he'd give better hugs.

5. This one is hard bc Tamlin is kind of babygirl and Jurian has feral energy. I think Tamlin

6. I'll say Nesta because I relate to her story more 💛

7. Elain. She's babygirl

8. I get more done in the evening but I love morning light!

9. Sweet 😬 Major sweet tooth here.

10. Blue! 💙

11. Omg how am I supposed to choose 😭

12. Halloween has the vibes but I am a certified Gifts Person so I do kind of thrive around Christmas time

13. This one is hard too! I think I'll pick Star Wars because I watched them more growing up. My dad was team lotr and my mom was team star wars lol

14. Both both both!

15. Oh nooo 👀 I think I might go with angst??

16. I meaaaan preferably smut with a lot of feelings lol but I'd probably pick feelings

17. Descriptions 💛 I'm a prose lover. Gotta love some good banter though!

18. Azris ✨ with sparkles heehee

Thank you Santa these were fun!! I hope I passed the test lol

P.s. thank you!! 🫣

[separatist-apologist]

Santa has reviewed the Naughty or Nice List (your profile) and deemed you NAUGHTY 😈 

Therefore, you may come sit on his lap and tell him what you want for Winter Solstice. *pats knee* 🎅

(Santa has devised a questionnaire to help him better understand your preferences)

First of all, do you have a vision already or any requests? Do tell:

2. Set at solstice for holiday vibes? (Y/n):

3. Inner circle sentiments (pro/neutral/anti):

4. Romance? (Y/n) pls say yes 🥺:

5. Sex scenes? (0) None (1) Closed door/implied (2) Steamy but not smutty (PG-13) (3) Gimme the smut! (I don’t usually write smut but I’ll try for u, bb 😘)

6. Any characters/ships (besides Elain and Lucien, of course) you like/love who could make an appearance/cameo on the side?:

7. Any characters/ships you hate and don’t want included in the fic? (or if you want me to be mean to them, I'll do it 😈):

8. Anything that will give you the ick?:

9. Preferences for setting? (ie Velaris, Spring Court, Day Court, Continent, etc[we can go anywhere ✈️]):

That’s all for now! (but I’ll be watching 👁️🫦👁️)

HELLO SECRET SANTA! Did the demons in your head win- is that why MB's Secret Santa is a blog now following me? I would keep it a secret if you didn't hit anon just fyi. Act super surprised oh myGOD I had NooOOOOooOOOOooo idea! Anyway I love you.

I have no vision at all, I merely worship at the altar of your brilliance

I leave that up to you and your vision, truly- do whatever you want to me, I can handle it.

I'm pretty pro IC but I can handle light slander if it makes sense in the story AND its in character. Sometimes Lucien is gonna think rude thoughts/isn't going to like them and like, I get that.

If you don't, I'll be sad. Romance is my favorite

Do what makes YOU comfortable and I mean that. Don't feel pressured to write smut because it's me, I read tons of non-smutty stories

Whoever you like! I'm not fussy (I feel like I'm making this so hard for you and I'm sorry but I want it to be YOUR vision, you know?)

If you want to murder Beron, I won't be sad about it

I don't like pet names, it's just a personal preference. If you ever read anything I've written you'll notice I leave them out for the most part- this is no shade to anyone who writes them, I understand the popularity, it's just not for me

Where do you want to go, anon? I do love a good AU

[sewercreature]

(sending this to your personal as obviously still a matter of importance!) it’s that time of year again… 🎄🎅🎉🎊 no. the highlights of your 2023 media consumption of course! just like last year, i want to know your top 5 films, books, tv shows, songs/albums, pop culture moments if that’s your thing, and as a bonus: any favourite personal moment/achievement in the last year? new to you, new in release, either works! can’t wait to see your response and wishing you a happy new year! 😁🩷

long post under the cut!

MOVIES

letterboxd - ieatdvds

Whiplash: I am a slow person when it comes to watching things when they come out but I did myself a disservice with this one it was an absolutely insane movie the obsession for perfection and unrelenting effort and dedication was unlike i’ve ever seen I was so stressed during this movie lol

The Wailing: One the best horror movie i’ve ever seen I will always recommend this to anyone who enjoys horror it is unmatched the twists are insane!

I’m thinking of ending things: This movie sent me into an existential depression but I absolutely adored it in all of its bleak existential beauty! To quote my own letterboxd review it broaches the question how much of our expectations for life are shaped by the media we consume?

Suspiria: Features one of the most disturbing body horror scenes i’ve ever witnessed; it has become one of my favorite movies. Tilda Swinton, Dakota Johnson, and Mia Goth perform flawlessly I just love it!

Fire of Love: A very sweet heartbreaking documentary about a married volcanologist couples love for volcanoes and each other I highly recommend!

TV

I didn’t watch a lot of tv this year ;-;

Gen V: Lots of humor, gore, and lore if you love the boys you’ll love this!

The Last Of Us: Do I even need to say anything acting, casting, and the creative liberties just everything was superb couldn’t be happier with the adaptation!

:/

Music

All on repeat throughout 2023 give them a listen!

Accomplishments

2023 was an interesting year for me i did a complete 180 on my life i celebrated a year sober in October(still going strong) and i made the hard decision to end my long term relationship this year is about healing, being a better friend, sibling, and daughter, getting back to feeling alive, and making the most of my life in the way i want to!

thank you imo for your ask sorry it was so late! :)

[oceanlue]

Hey hey hope you your having a wonderful holiday season! Can I get a request with Al and Seth (separately or together I don’t care) with listener and them settled down and they have a family together with some Christmas fluff. <3

(For being one day until Christmas I'll give u all 3)

Seth🎄🎅

To seth this was a magical Moment In Deed you didn't even know that he ever got what he always wanted family to love. He always thought that he would just be like his dad or like his mom but he wasn't he was himself and he was lucky to cuz he had a loving family.

Him, sugar , and his little girl hope. That he named and he loved her to death knowing that he was a father and can be the better father that he wish he had.

And on this blessed Christmas Eve night talking in his little girl to bed for the next morning of Christmas then going downstairs to sit on the couch with a sugar and does the night rolled on with the snow softly falling down onto the ground he knew that this right here the family that he has what's the perfect Christmas miracle

And he wouldn't trade it for the world.

Alphonse 🎄🎁

To Alphonse this was the best goddamn present he can ever ask for having his own family on Christmas Eve stopping his two children who is trying to take a sneak peek at the presents. His litte boy Kratos and his litte girl Anastasia.

With his real family gone he was left with an empty hole but now sitting with his own family that he helped create with love sad moments and a few heartaches but it was all worth it knowing that he has his own family now that he can watch and grow.

After putting the little two Rugrats to bed he went back to the kitchen to see boo making cookies for Santa all could realize that he loved his family and even with dangers out there he will protect his family with all he has with every last breath drawn he will protect

Because he didn't want to give up his Christmas miracle

Seth/alphonse 🎁🎅

Seth and alphonse really came through when they wanted to make a family and settle down they have two little girls that they love to death but sadly to them their little girls are a mama girls I love their fathers just as much.

Seth and Alphonse really came came through with helping with the kids letting you take as much time as a break as he need and let me tell you those two are great fathers

Alphonse teaching the kids how to bake

And Seth teaching the kids on how to survive in the wild

But on this time of Christmas Eve they're more of just wanting to be in your arms relaxing as the two little girls went to bed 2 hours ago holding each other tightly close as wanting to Never Let Go, afraid that one will disappear.

But to say that this was amazing Christmas that they could ever ask for knowing that they have family that they can take care and give advice to in the future for this Christmas miracle has saved their Troublesome hearts from a life torture

And they love there family and Christmas will always make there heartworm knowing that they are with their loved ones

Marry Christmas 🎄