#holiday writing

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

⭒❃.✮:▹ holiday hoes

“so if you’re keen to listen, here’s an offer i’ll propose. let me work and i’ll provide you with a touch o’ that gold!” —liquid gold, lackadaisy

❝for the christmas spirit I’m going to be doing something… special, this year~

for the following days, i’ll be challenging myself to write an nsfw prompt that’s holiday related, based on the prompt list i gave myself. the masterlist will be posted soon enough, so stay tuned~❞ —kosmo

the list will update as each day passes. all fics are NSFW and must be read with caution!

ALL readers are gender neutral, however some fics may have gendered body language.

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✿ prompts ✿

1. “all dolled up” — phantom x reader, lingerie

- you wanted to look extra pretty for phantom on the holiday season

2. “a different kind of warmth” — swiss x reader, cockwarming

- when the icy cold temperatures hits, swiss has his own unique way of warming you up

3. “gingerbread houses” — aurora x reader, food play

- what a fun little activity to do with aurora! surely she won’t have any other ideas in mind… right?

4. “red ribbon” — rain x reader, bondage

- there was leftover ribbon from gift wrapping that you decided to use, and maybe you’re just the best gift for rain

5. “naughty list” — terzo x reader, spanking

- how sad… you ended up on the naughty list, looks like papa terzo will have to ingrain some discipline into you

6. “candle queen” — sodo x reader, wax play

- the scent of the candles just made this year extra cozy, maybe sodo has some tricks up his sleeve for how to make things cozier

7. “frosted windows” — cirrus x reader, mirror sex

- the fogged windows are perfect places to trace pretty little shapes on, cirrus however has a different shape in mind

8. “come watch me play” — vessel x reader, exhibitionism

- vessel likes to put on a show for the christmas cheers. what kind of performance does he have in mind?

9. “unwrap your present” — cumulus x reader, stripping

- you came home from a long day of work, just finally getting that well deserved vacation. cumulus has a pleasant surprise waiting for you

10. “festive little fantasies” — copia x reader, toys

- your gift for copia surely got him excited….

11. “picture perfect” — iv x reader, aphrodisiacs

- ivy was not expecting this little christmas get together to get all.. steamy.. but now he has you all to himself

12. “not so angelic” — omega x reader, corruption kink

- the little angel that came down from heaven to spread the joyous spirit… surely omega won’t try anything

13. “holiday blow” — iii x reader, blowjob

- as iii is writing letters to his loved ones, you decided to give him a little treat underneath his desk

14. “stuffed like a present” — mountain x reader, cum bulge

- mountain wants to give you something that’ll leave you completely filled

15. “nice list” — secondo x reader, praise kink

- what a good pet you’ve been… and it looks like secondo has taken notice

16. “blind to the light” — ii x reader, blindfolding

- ii wanted to add more spice to the bedroom for this year, and spoil you prettily for his holiday affairs.

17. “give you more” — zephyr x reader, overstimulation

- you decided to be extra generous to zephyr, and assist him when he’s in dire need of some love and affection

18. “my special gift” — sunshine x reader, thigh riding

- sunshine has a special way of showing off what’s hers.

19. “miss me on holiday season” — aether x reader, sexting

- aether is away for the festive spirits, that doesn’t stop you from missing him though

20. “just this once” — ifrit x reader, hate sex

- stuck in a log cabin with an old enemy, except ifrit’s been feeling extra lonely this christmas

21. “take me to church” — swiss x reader, blasphemy kink

- christmas is all about celebrating the birth of jesus… swiss wants to show you off to him

22. “forever ingrained” — vessel x reader, photography

- a new polaroid camera? vessel is getting a few ideas on what to do with it…

23. “christmas tree” — phantom x reader, public sex

- while searching for the perfect christmas tree, phantom finds himself needing some attention

24. “sharing is caring” — sodo and rain x reader, threesome

- sodo and rain learn to share their special gift

25. “merry christmas” — all era iv ghouls x reader, fuck party

- the ministry is all decorated in festive decor and it truly feels like the holidays are in season! now… what do these ghouls want to do with you?

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[furyunbound]

A Sparda x Eva fic I did last year, since I have writers block have a taste of my writing lol apologies in advance if there's anything confusing I promise I write better now 😅

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With the demon realm being sealed by what the demons may call "The Traitor", humans were, for now, free of fear of being brutally executed from said demons. The brave dark Knight that did away with the demons had decided to settle among the humans, trying to learn as much about them as possible, traveling around the world to expand his knowledge.

He had been traveling for many years, and during his travels he visits a city named Red Grave, he had planned to stay for a month before he would set off to travel again. As a couple of weeks pass by, the temperature decreases as a season ends and a new one begins.

The people around him now wore coats and jackets to protect themselves from the cold elements, however Sparda was the only one who didn't wear a suitable outfit for the cold season.

"Aren't you cold, sir?"

A stranger asked, Sparda would kindly reply with a smile and a chuckle "No no this weather doesn't affect me at all." In which people would find strange, but would quickly mind their own business and move on with their lives. Though it came to a point where too many people asked the same question to him, and he had to admit to himself that it did become tiring getting asked the same question over and over again, so he brought it upon himself to get himself a coat for the cold winter.

It was the next day after Sparda got himself a coat that it had suddenly snowed heavily, it was the first time it snowed so much in Red Grave after some years. You can hear children running outside and screaming with joy, as excitement filled their souls at how much snow there had been, their minds coming up with millions of ways to play with the snow to their heart's content.

Sparda had gone outside with his newly bought coat on, gazing at the massive amount of cold not-so-solid ice in front of him. He was glad he had bought a coat just in time, for he figured many eyes would linger on him if he hadn't gotten a coat and many would find him strange for it. As his gaze lingers to the snow before him, he quirks a brow, in his many years of traveling he hadn't seen anything like this. He wanted to linger a while longer to continue gazing at the white ice, but he wanted answers, as his thirst for knowledge never ceased to end.

The man starts to make his way to the local library, however upon making fast steps the poor man slips on the slippery icy ground and falls face first

"Careful, grounds slippery!"

A man shouted in the distance. Sparda groaned and got up, taking a mental note to be careful with his steps. He took some time once he finally arrived in front of the library, however to his dismay, it was temporarily closed. He sighs, as it seemed he would have to wait a while before he could find some answers. He turns and heads for a nearby park. Once he arrived he decided to take a walk, seeing the many people playing with the snow, children making snow angels, friends throwing snowballs at each other, and families piling large snow to create a snowman. It intrigued Sparda how much one could do with snow. After some time the man would decide to take a break and sit on a bench, and as he makes his way to the nearest bench, he stops in his tracks, seeing tiny white particles fall from the sky. He gazes up, his mouth partially opens from the sight, he slowly takes his hand out, the snow particles falling into his gloved hand. "What.. is this?" He asked, and though his voice was low, a child hears him and answers gleefully

"It's a snowflake, mister! That's where the snow comes from!" The child said "If you look real hard you'll find a really pretty snowflake!"

As the child runs off to continue playing, Sparda repeats the word "Snow…" before looking up again to gaze at the falling snow. As he looks down in front of him, a woman sits on the bench, her hair long and blonde while she wore a red coat, her skin as white as the snow before him and lips as red as a rose. Sparda gazes at the woman much like how he gazes at the snow in awe. The woman sat alone, and there was an open space to sit next to her, though the woman looked as if she was possibly waiting for someone. The woman glanced up, and quickly Sparda looked away. The man scolded himself mentally for staring, for he knew it was rude to stare. However the woman had caught his interest, and he was yearning for a moment where he could look at the woman again. Soon reality struck, and he realized he had been standing there for too long. He slowly looks to the opening seat that was next to the woman, his mind telling him he should go sit next to her, but there was another part of him that told him not to, for the woman looked as if she was expecting company of sorts, and he wouldn't want to cause any trouble to the woman's possible significant other if she had one.

Reluctantly, Sparda walks past the bench the woman was sitting and looks for another bench to sit on. However he made the mistake of walking too fast and once again would slip and fall face first on the ground. "Oh my!" He heard before he'd try to lift himself up. "Are you alright, sir?" The woman had ran to his aid, landing on her knees to help lift the man up. "I am- I am fine I'm just clumsy today-" he turned himself around to where now he was sitting on the ground and rubbed his head and as he gazed up his eyes locked with the woman's and was left completely awestruck "I…" speechless, all he could do was stare at the beautiful woman before him. As more snowflakes continued to fall, the woman had mindlessly been staring into the man's eyes as well "S-sir?" Her voice quiet, Sparda immediately said what was on his mind, his gaze not once leaving hers

"You are a beautiful snowflake."

The woman gasps lightly, in shock at his statement, and now it was her that was left speechless. Silence filled the air, and they were left to stare into each other's eyes. His first snow wouldn't be his last, and he was glad he would find a beautiful snowflake among the rest.

~End~

[reader6898]

Gift wrapping

Pairing: Hardcase x female reader

Summary: you show Hardcase how to wrap life day gifts

Warning: none

"Cyare, I'm home." "In here!" Hardcase walked into your shared room and found you sitting in the floor surrounded by presents and wrapping paper. "What..is all this?" You focused on wrapping up a present for your sister as you answered. "Life day presents, babe." Hardcase chuckled. "You really weren't kidding when you said you go all out."

You looked up at your boyfriend. "I never kid about life day. It's my favorite holiday. Has been since I was little." You finish wrapping the gift and move onto the next one.

Hardcase watched you for a moment before taking his shoes and coat off and sits down next to you. "Can you teach me how to wrap a present or two?" You look at Hardcase with an excited look. "You want me to teach you?" Hardcase nodded and you let out an excited squeel as you moved closer to him.

"so, what you do is you roll out your wrapping paper and it has to be the correct length because otherwise if it's too much or too little you'll have to start over again. Then you take the scissors and cut it along the dotted lines." You do all of that as Hardcase watches. He chuckled a little as your tongue poked out a little from concentrating.

"Once your paper is cut you take your present, place it in the middle, and place each side of the wrapping paper on the present. You want to tape as you go." You wrap up another present and grab a bow that you place on top. "There you go. Life day gift. Think you got it?" Hardcase nods. "Yeah, I think so." You smiled at your boyfriend as you place a kiss on his cheek before moving back to your original spot in the floor. Hardcase grabs a present and after looking at all the wrapping paper you have he grabs the perfect one and starts wrapping.

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An hour later all your gifts are wrapped as you and Hardcase place the last two in the pile of gifts. "Done!" You look at all the beautifully wrapped presents and had to admit that for someone who just learned to wrap presents Hardcase did a pretty good job. "They're beautiful, baby. You did an amazing job." Hardcase smiles as he moves over and pulls you into his side.

"I learned from the best." You laugh as Hardcase kisses you on top of your head. You kiss him on the lips and pull away to look at him. "I love you." Hardcase boops your nose. "I love you too my little gift wrapper."

Tagging: @deejadabbles @techs-stitches @dystopicjumpsuit @sev-on-kamino @eternal-transcience @wings-and-beskar @anxiouspineapple99 @cw80831 @starrylothcat @rexxdjarin @moonlightwarriorqueen @cloneloverrrrr @wizardofrozz

[cupcakefoggy]

If anyone liked my Spooktober prompts, I'm back with the Christmas Edition! Create some holiday fluff -- or some indulgent melodrama -- with the Hallmark Holiday prompts.

[holly-days-bingo]

I am pleased to announce that submissions for bingo cards are now OPEN! Please read the rules and about page before applying for one and have your submissions open :). the bingo cards should be sent out an hour to a day after you submit them, depending on how busy our mod team is. have fun, and happy holidays!!

-the holly-days team

[1-read-the-hobbit-in-1937]

Heya-

I'm going away on a holiday for a couple of days and I just know I'm gonna be so bored. So if anybody has any requests on what I should write. Please please please send them to me. I'm open for many characters x fem reader. However if there are any changes you want me to consider such as body shape (eg. Plus size reader) or skin tone/nationality (eg. Black or Asian reader) please also tell me that.

Characters I will write for:

Drew Starkey

Rafe Cameron

Bucky Barnes

Sebastian Stan

Theo James

Chris Evans

Mattheo Riddle - Harry Potter fancast

Tom riddle

Theodore Nott- Harry Potter fancast

Steve Rogers

Yelena Belova

Natasha Romanoff

Florence Pugh

-Jane

[awkwardsaweeb]

Twisted Holiday List

These are the prompts and characters that I plan on writing for for the upcoming holidays:

Day One // First Snow: Kalim

Day Two // Santa’s Elves: Ortho & Grim

Day Three // Fireplace: Malleus

Day Four // Eggnog: Trey

Day Five // Snowball Fight:Ace

Day Six //  Mistletoe:Azul

Day Seven // Freezing Fingers:Jade

Day Eight // Christmas Cards: Duce

Day Nine // Knitted Sweater:Ruggie

Day Ten // Tradition: Sebek

Day Eleven // Baking: Riddle

Day Twelve // Ornaments: Floyd

Day Thirteen // Ice Skating: Rook

Day Fourteen // Hot Coco: Jack

Day Fifteen // Christmas Carols: Cater

Day Sixteen // Picture with Santa: Grim

Day Seventeen // Sledding: Epel

Day Eighteen // Ugly Sweater Contest: First Years

Day Nineteen // Movie Night: Idia

Day Twenty // Gingerbread: Vil

Day Twenty One // Grinch: Jamil

Day Twenty Two // Baby’s First Christmas: Lilia

Day Twenty Three // Matching Pajamas: Silver

Day Twenty Four // Secret Santa: Leona

Day Twenty Five // Proposal: (Surprise)

[queen-rainy-love]

I know it's not December yet as of this writing, but...

I've got this Christmas-related scenario in mind relating to CRK. Assuming that they don't celebrate Christmas in the Creme Republic or they haven't even heard of the holiday at all.

Rumors spread of a mysterious intruder who sneaks into people's home at night, and had come not to take, but to give. He leaves behind gift-wrapped presents and disappears without a trace, except for the sound of his jolly laugh. Those fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of him without getting caught claimed to have seen him go up their chimneys after leaving behind gifts. Who is this gift-giving intruder? Why has he come to the Republic? What is his motivation for giving everybody presents? (HINT: It's either Ginger Claus or Eggnog Cookie, whichever one you prefer)

Nonetheless, Clotted Cream Cookie took it upon himself to investigate this mysterious gift-giver. So, he interviews everybody who claimed to have had their homes visited by the gift-giver, and soon finds that not only the Cookies of the upper city were visited by him, but the ones of the lower city, as well.

Soon enough, the gift-giver visits the mansion of House Custard to leave behind presents, and was caught in the act by (who else?) Clotted Cream Cookie.

What do you think?

So to give my opinion... it's an extremely lovely idea! It would be a fun story idea to write and a fun lore building story! Especially since I myself have a feeling that the Créme Republic doesn't have a snowy season, they might not celebrate any winter holidays.

Now for this story, it would have to be started very soon to be finished before Christmas comes around. Like next week or so. But it would be a nice holiday treat!

I would love to write something like this, but since I do have three arcs I'm working on (The Wrath of the Duskgloom Sea, Child Clotted Cream, and the Secret of Clover) and with a schedule update in three weeks, it would be a tight squeeze on my end to do something like this. But I still love the idea!

This would be a lovely story to write!

[thezombieprostitute]

Finished the second of three stories for Vee's Holly Jolly Challenge. I think I know how I want to handle the third story but I gotta figure out how to actually write it.

Also hoping to get in a story or two for the Slumber Party's Naught or Nice Challenge but we'll see how that goes. I kinda want to take Naughty Prompt and make it Nice but I think that would break the rules. I'm definitely aiming for a Nice Story.

[magnetothemagnificent]

As we enter the Christian holiday season, just your friendly reminder that "non-Christian character discovers the magic of Christmas" is not a trope you should be writing for a holiday themed fic. Cut that shit out.

[sp0o0kylights]

"Valentines Day is a capitalistic scam made to sell chocolate and flowers!" Eddie Munson bellowed, leaping to the top of a cafeteria table not even ten minutes into lunch. 

"Do you think he was born like this, or just dropped on his head as a baby?" Heather asked, rolling her eyes as the super senior began waving his arms around, getting way too into  his annual “anti-valentines day” rant. 

Steve, who'd tuned out the dramatics in favor of trying to figure out how he could ditch school, only heard her because she’d begun running her foot up his leg.

Directly in front of Patrick.

As if half the school didn’t know he planned on asking her out after school. 

Long over being a part of these kinds of games, Steve kicked out, forcing Heather’s leg off his. 

He did it harder than he intended and immediately winced, as  if he hadn’t meant to do it at all. Aimed a sad little look at her, softening his eyes in the way he knew ladies loved while murmuring a quiet "sorry.” 

A pudding cup was offered as an additional apology--which Heather, thankfully, accepted. 

Crisis averted, Steve used the movement of handing the cup over to get his legs well out of Heather's range. He had other things to think about today, and getting drawn into whatever drama Heather was trying to brew wasn’t on the list. 

Particularly given the basketball team as a unit had started snubbing him out. 

"Newsflash ladies! Your man isn't taking you to some shitty restaurant because he loves you, he's doing it because he hopes you'll give it to him in your car!" Munson continued, voice growing impossibly louder. 

A crude gesture followed, involving hip thrusts and hand jabs.

 Several of the cheerleaders shot him disgusted looks as he did it. 

"Definitely dropped on his head." Carol said, glaring at Munson as his little group of freaks and geeks cheered him. "More than once." 

Steve hummed an agreement, more on automatic than from actually listening. He knew how to look like he was paying attention, even if his head was deep in possible escape plans. 

If he dipped at the last minute to the bathroom on the way to fifth period, Tommy wouldn't have time to stop him and he could make a break for his car…

That just left making up a plausible enough excuse as to why thee Steve Harrington, whose single status was the current hot topic of the school, left school early on Valentines Day. 

("Candy, sex, the overwhelming affection of all the ladies." Tommy drawled out that morning, practically preening. "Valentine's Day is the best holiday man. Just look at all this!"  

He waved a hand at his locker, which was absolutely covered in paper hearts. 

"The rally squad put hearts on the lockers of everyone on the basketball team, Tommy." Carol argued, rolling her eyes. "Steve’s is practically buried in them.”

Tommy opened his mouth to respond, no doubt with something else teasing and rude, but Carol’s elbow caught him in the gut first. 

“If you keep acting like this you're not getting any sex." She warned. 

"Aww baby, don't be like that. You know you're the only one for me." Tommy teased, with a wink that prompted Carol to smack him on the shoulder.

Laughing, he added: "Besides we can't fight or we'll miss our favorite game. Which poor gal thinks this year is the year Steve will take her out on a date!"

Carol allowed Tommy to put an arm over her shoulder, the two of them turning knowing grins on their friend as a singular unit. 

Even if Steve hadn’t felt like their friend in a hot minute. 

Not in the way he used to. 

"I do love watching them stutter through their little confessions.” Carol admitted, like this wasn’t something they’d loved doing since middle school. “I wonder if anyone will ever top Cindy Komer." 

Steve almost wasn't fast enough to cover his wince--that particular incident had been painful for him and Cindy. 

Steve still had no idea what he'd said to make the then-freshman cry. 

He thought he'd been nice about turning her down, but judging by Carol constantly quoting what he'd said, Steve had a feeling he'd accidentally been an asshole again.

Not that anyone ever thought it was accidental. 

“Steve? Hel~lo? Are you listening?” Carol said, snapping to get his attention and God did Steve hate that.

Never realized just how much until Nancy but after she’d pointed out that Carol treated him and Tommy both like her dogs, well. 

It was hard not to notice--and be a bit resentful. 

“God you keep doing this, you’re turning into such a space case.” Carol continued, the edge back in her voice. The same one she’d been using for a while, like Steve was on her last nerve. “Please tell me you’re not still mooning over Nancy fucking Wheeler.” 

“No.” He snapped, only to know instantly that was the wrong move, and try to fix it before Carol blew up. “No--I’ve just already had to fend someone off today. Like first thing--I was barely out of my car.”

There, that should keep Carol and Tommy both off his back for being “angry” and it wasn’t even a lie. He really had been asked out earlier, though the girl had been gracious about his rejection.  

Of course, this kind of instant redirection came with a price--and in this case, it was being absolutely hounded for more information. 

“Oh shit who!? Was it that Buckley girl?” Carol perked up immediately, like a hunting dog scenting prey. “I swear she stares holes in your head, she’s so weird…” )  

"This isn't about romance! It's about showing who has the most cash, gets the most sex! It's a pathetic social ritual you're all falling for!” Munson yelled, jolting Steve back into the present.  “I bet none of you even enjoy it!” 

"Tell that to all the girls Steve’s dated!” One of the younger basketball guys hollered, prompting a wave of laughter from the rest of the cafeteria. “They seem to enjoy it plenty!”

Steve couldn’t see who had said it, and should have felt the normal wave of smug warmth that the team had his back.  

Except his team had already proven they didn’t. 

Were in fact, siding more and more with Hargrove, just as Tommy was. 

They were rapidly approaching a watershed moment. Steve could feel it, the same way he’d always been able to tell when a crowd was about to turn.

He was losing, but was still on top of Hawkins social spaces enough, had caught it early enough, that he could turn everyone’s favor--if he wanted. 

Emphasis on ‘if.’ 

Munson spun to face his table, hair whipping to smack him in the face. The guy had clearly been trying to grow it out, but right now he looked like one of those poodles Carol's mom loved so much. 

So said Carol, anyway. 

"You sure about that?" Munson challenged, a crazed grin breaking across his face. "Rumor has it King Steve lost his groove ever since Wheeler dumped him!" 

Steve grimaced, though he was secretly thankful Munson went with "dumped" instead of "cheated on" (or any of the other vile words Billy had flung around, spreading across the school in the sick, crawling way rumors moved. 

Hargrove had been positively brutal about the whole Jonathan and Nancy thing, and the only reason he wasn't here now to spin this whole situation against Steve was because the guy always vanished at lunch.)

Tommy's face morphed into an affronted snarl, hands slapping down on the table. He turned expectantly to Steve, waiting for "The King" to get up and "handle" Munson.

Like Steve even cared about this dumb high school shit anymore. 

It took him a moment to realize Steve wasn’t planning on doing anything. Was in fact, going to remain perfectly quiet, other than an eyeroll and half-assed middle finger in Munson’s direction. 

Tommy let out a disgusted scoff in his direction and then decided to handle things himself. 

(Like that had ever been a good idea.)

“Shut up, Freak. The only game you have is in the prison showers.” He snapped, half rising from the table. “Isn’t that why you keep your hair long? So all the boys will actually fuck you?!” 

Whistles and yells lit the air, though Steve didn’t miss how the girls at the table looked taken aback at the sheer vitriol in Tommy’s voice. 

Even Carol looked startled, eyes sliding to meet Steve’s as if to confirm she hadn’t just imagined it. 

The three of them had always been good at this kind of mindless high school banter, but this over the top, crude shit? 

It wasn’t Tommy’s style.

It was Hargrove’s.

(That was its own growing issue. 

The way Tommy was gravitating towards Billy. 

How Carol kept expecting Steve to act like he used to. 

That she blamed his “outbursts” on Nancy, snidely mentioning that Steve had better have learned his lesson about “changing his personality for pussy.” 

Even now Steve knew they were only defending him because Munson was the one saying it.) 

“I didn’t realize Harrington still had his attack dog!” 

Munson put a hand against his heart as though injured, staggering dramatically backwards. 

“I thought you were too busy putting your tongue up Hargrove’s ass to bark at people!” 

Tommy immediately fired back, letting loose an uninspired string of curse words and something about Eddie being queer again. Steve didn’t hear the specifics--didn’t care to hear it, even as things started to spiral out of control. 

All he wanted to do was go home. 

Ideally before Billy got back from lunch and decided to make a spectacle himself, because Steve could feel that coming just as he could everything else. 

He was running out of time to come up with an excuse to get out of here without making a production out of it, and Munson wasn’t someone he wanted to piss off today, given he’d half hoped to buy weed off the guy before he ditched.

…Which was looking more and more unlikely given Tommy had just screeched some insult that had put Munson’s sights back on Steve. 

“You sure? Cause Harrington looks like he’s just gonna sit there and take it, just like he takes everything Hargrove and Wheeler and anyone else throws at him.”

He leered, leaning forward as if to see into Steve’s very soul. 

“I don’t know if anyone else has noticed, but our beloved King here hasn’t exactly been defending his crown. If anything, he’s abandoned it.” 

The world stopped. 

This was the first time someone actually called him out on the fact that he often let whatever crap Billy spewed go. That Nancy and him had a few awkward encounters publicly, with at least one of them starting a rumor that she’d told Steve to fuck off. 

(She hadn’t of course, but Carol had stopped running damage control, and Steve was feeling the effects of her ire.) 

Silence echoed, and Steve realized with a dawning sort of horror, that Munson was waiting for a response from him. 

Just as the entire cafeteria was. 

The catalyst was here, brought on early by one Edward Munson. 

With a startling amount of clarity, Steve realized he was done. 

With his so called friends, with  the girls who’d tried corning him all morning, with Hargrove and just--everything. 

He was over it. 

If Billy wanted the crown so bad he could fucking have it. 

(If Tommy wanted to pretend he was tougher than he was by mimicking the dick, then he could have that too.) 

“This is stupid.” Steve announced, dropping the masks he so carefully wore. The ones he kept having to fix, because the Upside Down and its related demons (human and non) kept taking chunks out of it. 

He stood, feeling the weight of the room press down on him as he faced them all down. 

“Yeah--!” Tommy started to pile on, seeming to think Steve was about to unleash hell, and got the surprise of a lifetime when Steve turned and jammed a finger in his face.

“Shut up.” He snapped. 

Knew instantly he only got away with it by the fact that he’d caught everyone off guard.  

King Steve did a lot of things, but he rarely blew up. 

“This is stupid.” He reiterated, voice booming across the lunch room, “ You wanna fight? Fine, but leave me out of it.”  

“The King doesn’t want to play? Why I never thought we’d see the day!” Munson clucked his tongue, and without missing a beat Steve turned to him. 

 “For someone who is always screaming about nonconformity, you sure are happy to attack anyone who doesn’t do what you want.”

Steve’s voice was loud, but he wasn’t screaming. Wasn’t yelling or throwing his arms around.

He didn’t need to. Had never needed to. 

“I heard you going off on that guy whose lunch you're standing on yesterday, because he wanted to watch the Colts play.” Steve continued, voice cold. “Half of your friends are terrified of you, because you’ll scream at them just like you accuse us of doing--and let’s be real here, Munson, you do it more.”

In a dramatic move that absolutely, 100% came from Dustin and his theatrics, Steve shrugged his letterman jacket off and bunched it into a ball. 

“You might as well crown yourself King, because you’re the exact same as the rest of us. Here--you can start with this.”  

Cocking back an arm, Steve let the jacket fly. Watched with everyone else as it  landed neatly right at Eddie’s feet. 

Shell shocked, Munson’s eyes drifted from Steve down to the letterman jacket and back. They were massive, those stupid eyes of his, but at least it meant Steve could see the realization wash over the guy in real time. 

Steve should have felt smug about it. His past self would have.

Presently? 

He just felt tired. 

“You’re welcome to jam it up your ass.” He finished, before giving his own sarcastic half bow to the room.  

The cafeteria was dead silent. Not a fork was scraped, or a loud piece of chip chewed. All eyes were on Steve, some waiting to see if Eddie would let him have the last word, others just  shocked to see Steve lose his shit in front of them. 

Idiot he was, he tried to rally anyway. 

Even Tommy, who’d partly stood up, hands pressed against the lunch table looked shocked.

“What the fuck Steve!?” He sputtered, and it wasn’t long before half the basketball team was muttering similar remarks. 

They were ignored. 

Whispers ripped across the room when Steve turned on his heel, striding towards the exit and making it clear things were over, but Tommy didn’t give up. 

“Fuck you Harrington!” He hurled at his back, Carol now standing and placing a restraining hand on his arm.  “You’re not fucking better than any of us!” 

Steve didn’t even look back. 

"That's my point Tommy." Steve said, loud enough to be heard. "No one is better than anyone else. You lot are all just buying into your own bullshit.” 

Then he was slamming through the doors, and out into the sunlight. 

xXx

He didn’t want to go home.

Not anymore, which was ironic in a way that made Steve’s face screw up in a grimace.  

Here he’d been dying to go to his stupid house all day, and now, after losing his shit and undoubtedly, the last of his social standing, he just didn’t feel like being by himself.

All alone, in a house too big for him, full of nothing but dark corners and a phone that never rang. 

So instead, he wandered, reminiscing on how Valentine's Day used to be his favorite day of the year. 

Steve loved the gesture of it all--the romance, the wooing. The butterflies floating in one's stomach, mixing with fear of rejection and a burning kind of hope towards starting something new. 

Of course, Steve also had always had a girl in mind, when he celebrated. Now, after Nancy…

He did not.

It felt weird to go to Skull Rock--the place he himself had made into Hawkins hottest makeout spots. Likewise all the local restaurants were off limits--too many adults knew how much he loved the holiday. 

Steve didn’t want to face that. The expectations, the knowing winks that would slide into uncomfortable frowns. Any possible advice given wouldn’t be appreciated, and the last thing Steve wanted was to get the “everyone has an off season, son” speech. 

So he’d stayed away from his usual haunts. Explored some storefronts instead, the Beamer parked in front of Family Video as he wandered. 

Had an entirely too peaceful two hours, which of course, meant he had to bump into someone.

At least, Steve thought dully, whole body tensing in preparation, it was Munson. 

Not Hargrove, or Tommy, or hell--the children, demanding he help them fight some other fucked up creature the government had accidentally summoned. 

“Hey Harrington.” Munson said, and it took a moment for Steve to realize the guy was embarrassed. “I uh, I need to talk to you.” 

Steve just stared at him.

“If you couldn’t tell from earlier,” He warned, “I’m a little done talking for today.” 

Or any day, for the foreseeable future. 

“Yeah no--I, I got that.  I--okay.” Eddie stopped rocking on his heels, before giving his entire body a shake, like the guys sometimes did while prepping for a game. “Hear me out, and then you can deck me or leave or whatever makes you feel better.” 

“I’m not going to deck you.” Steve said, exasperated and frazzled and not wanting to do this whole song and dance a second time. 

Not that it mattered, because Munson had already launched right into whatever it was he needed to say. 

“There’s this book right? My Uncle got it for me. It’s a fantasy book all about this big battle and there’s these wizards in it, and--” He stopped himself, shaking out his hands.

Like he realized he was rambling and needed the movement to get himself back on track. 

“I always--I guess I saw myself as a Gandalf kinda guy? Like I was this shepherd herding these lost sheep. A person who intimately knew all the dark forces of the world and could be a shield for them. Do not pass and all that.” 

He chuckled, but it was weak, and he killed it almost immediately. 

“...Okay?” Steve said, knowing he was supposed to say something here, even if he had no idea what. 

Maybe something about how Gandalf the Grey wasn’t exactly a shepard given he’d led the hobbits straight into Mordor, but saying that meant admitting Steve knew what Lord of the Rings was, which wasn’t a conversation he felt like getting into. 

Particularly not because he’d only read the damn things after losing a bet to Dustin and Mike both. 

Munson nodded, as if acknowledgement was all he needed. 

 “I thought that’s what I was doing. I wasn’t and I didn’t realize I wasn’t until you pointed it out. You shouldn’t have had to point it out. You shouldn’t have had to say any of what you did.” He rushed to add, oddly sincere. 

"Is this…" Steve might be confused but catching on, an uptick at the corners of his mouth as the tiniest spark of amusement leaked through. "an apology? Are you trying to apologize right now?"

Eddie groaned, flinging his head back. "No!” 

Then immediately; 

“Actually yes, but--”  

Which caught Steve off guard enough that he laughed, and had to hide it with a cough. 

“I am sorry, man. I shouldn’t have said that shit about you, especially not about you and Wheeler. It's more than that though.” Munson swallowed, before squaring his shoulders. “It’s that you were right." 

“I was right?” Steve repeated dumbly, because fuck, he couldn’t believe it either. 

Not that Munson heard him. Eddie always had been hard to stop once he started, and Steve had been in enough classes with the guy to know the train had left the station. 

"I did yell at Jeff because he wanted to watch that stupid football game.” He began, and Steve got a front row seat to watch as one Eddie Munson word vomited his way through a myriad of emotions. 

“I fuckin’ lost it on Grant because he missed band practice to drive his sister to some thing. Gareth looked like I was going to hit him when I asked if I had really been that bad--same exact look he gave Hagan and those other assholes that cornered him in the bathroom two weeks ago!” 

“Tommy did what?” 

Steve was promptly ignored. 

(Or more likely, Eddie simply didn’t hear him, too lost in his own voice to realize Steve had said something.) 

There were a lot of mentions of the Gandalf guy. Where Eddie thought he’d gone wrong, and even something about a glowing eye thing that had Steve a little concerned until he realized Munson was talking about Sauron (and also made Steve realize that he’d been pronouncing Sauron in his head wrong, oops.) 

“I called up this friend of mine who graduated. She’s always been no nonsense, so I asked her for her advice.” Munson said, finally seeming to slow down a little. “She told me I might as well eat my own doctrine because I sure wasn’t living by it, and that if I wanted to fix it then I should start by apologizing. To everyone but--to you, first.” 

Eddie took a step back, winging out his hands as if to present himself. 

“So here I am. Apologizing.” 

A pause wherein neither of them did a thing, which caused him to awkwardly add; “To uh, you. Harrington.” 

“Yeah I got that.” Steve said, because what else was he supposed to do here? “Good for you? I guess?”

“Most people either forgive a guy or tell him to fuck off.”  Munson pouted, and mimicked like he was kicking at a rock. 

It made Steve want to laugh again, though he shoved the urge down. 

“Someone once told me,” He said instead, speaking slowly to make damn sure he didn’t let slip this piece of advice came from a middle schooler. “that apologies without actions don’t really mean anything. They’re a start--they let people know you’re aware you screwed up, but no one’s going to trust you if you don’t follow through. So I can forgive you, but I think you’re better off doing this with one of your friends.” 

Someone who would hug it out, or at least tell Eddie how he could be better, at least. 

Rather than argue, Munson just titled his head back, eyes to the sky. Like he was really thinking on the words, before giving a sort of accepting sounding noise.  

“Trying too.” Steve admitted with a sigh. 

“That’s what you’ve been doing, isn’t it?” He asked, head coming back down so he could stare at Steve.

“The thing in the cafeteria was a good start.” 

“Yeah?” 

Eddie grinned. 

“Yeah. Don’t think Hagan’s gonna see it the same way though.” 

“We were falling out anyway.” Steve admitted, and hated how easy it was to say.

That they really were just going through the motions of friendship. Had been, ever since Jonathan had punched Steve in the face. 

“Think you lost more than just him as a friend, to be honest.”  

“Pro tip about the actions thing, Munson?” Steve said with a snort, once again unsure of where this conversation was going, “Nice people don’t typically point out when someone’s turned into a social pariah.” 

“No, I get that. Say,” Eddie’s grin had grown, which Steve would have taken poorly except he invaded Steve’s space with a goofy little hop. “I think you might be in need of some new ones!” 

“New…friends?” Steve hesitated, very unsure of what was happening. 

Munson promptly stuck his hand out. “Yup! So--hello, my name is Eddie Munson, and I am here to apply for the position as your friend!” 

Steve snorted, but the harshness of it was taken away by the grin on his face. 

He took Eddie’s hand, noting how doing so made the older teen’s smile widen. 

“Nice to meet you Eddie, I’m Steve.” 

Excited, Eddie waived their arms up and down, with far more enthusiasm than the gesture required. 

“How about we cement our new friendship by renting a truly terrible horror movie and drowning our woes with my other good friend, Mary Jane?” 

Then he waggled his eyebrows, like that was something scandalous. 

“Tempting me along with weed, huh?” Steve mused back, sticking his hands in his pockets once Eddie let him go. “Guess you’re a little like Gandalf the Gray after all. Just don’t send me on any missions.” 

“Steve Harrington.” Eddie gaped, pure delight spreading across his face. “Have you read Lord of the Rings!?” 

He got a shrug and a sly; “Maybe.” in response. 

It was worth the barrage of questions, even if the rapid fire pace of them nearly gave Steve a headache.

(Just as it was worth it several months later, when Steve was comfortable enough to instigate wrestling matches with Eddie over the dumbest of things. 

One particularly semi-drunk tussle over the remote led to an interesting discovery when Eddie popped a boner, and then frantically tried to escape when it brushed against Steve’s leg. 

 Instead of panicking--or letting Eddie bolt in his panic, Steve just dropped his whole weight down, effectively pinning the slimmer man to the floor. 

“Steve.”

Eddie said it so quietly he almost didn’t hear it, the word filled with desperation.

The kind of tone someone whispered a prayer in, a sort of pleading that Eddie did better with his eyes than his voice. Or would have, given his own were firmly scrunched closed the second he realized he’d been caught out. 

Except--

“Not right now I’m thinking.”  Steve told him absently. 

Which he was. Speed thinking even, if that was a thing. 

Because if two plus two equaled four (which it did) then feeling the exact same, fluttering excitement about Eddie’s boner as Steve had Nancy’s breasts, equaled…

“The fuck? Steve--”

Steve shushed him. 

That pulled a frustrated, embarrassed groan from Eddie that went directly to Steve’s own dick, not that it needed much help waking up. 

“I think I’m having one of those crisis’s Robin is always accusing the basketball team of having.” Steve informed Eddie dutifully, the dots done connecting.

Eddie, still refusing to open his eyes, snorted. 

“Whatever man. Can you at least be decent and hurry up with the beating? This is embarrassing enough.” 

“I’m not going to beat you up.” Steve said, thankful that his brain managed not to add some shitty comment about the entire town being awash in rumors of Eddie’s sexuality. That he’d confirmed it here wasn’t exactly a surprise. 

“I’m going to try something. If you don’t like it, let me know.” Streve added, before screwing up his courage and leaning down.

That of course, got Eddie to open his eyes.

“Wha--” He managed, before Steve’s lips were on his. 

For one single, blissful moment, Eddie Munson’s mouth was too busy to talk. 

“Yeah?” Eddie said, voice wrecked, and oh, Steve liked that. 

“Huh.” Steve muttered, when they broke for air. “Well that’s new.”

Liked the way Eddie looked at him more, hesitant, but with heat in his gaze. 

Steve had always been good about knowing what to do with heat. 

He leaned back down, pecking lightly at Eddie’s lips, and was delighted to find Eddie not only let him, but kissed back. 

“Not bad, Munson, but I think I could give you a few pointers.” Steve muttered, nose ghosting alongside Eddie’s. “Let me show you…” 

One boyfriend, several weeks, and another interdimensional monster later, Steve found himself socked in the arm by none other than his coworker, Robin Buckley. 

In her defense, she’d confessed her love for Tammy Thompson, still somewhat drugged on the Starcourt bathroom floor, only for Steve to tease her that at least his boyfriend could actually sing. 

“God you and Eddie Munson.” She muttered after, smile on her face. “How did that happen?” 

Steve knocked his shoe into hers, returning the grin unabashedly. 

“So remember last Valentines Day?” Steve started, all too eager to finally tell someone who understood about the best thing to ever happen to him. 

Robin of course, would soon also be ranked in that same chart, but Eddie didn’t need to know that. ) 

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 3. food play

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “gingerbread houses”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ what a fun little activity to do with aurora! surely she won’t have any other ideas in mind… right?

pairing: aurora ghoulette x gn!reader

a/n: my fave ghoulette <3 i’m so happy i get to write a fic on her. this one will be great

cw: nsfw content. food play. oral sex (f receiving). frosting on vagina. semi-public sex (?). lots of making out. cum eating

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“that’s it… lick it all up! eat me out like it’s your last meal!” —❤︎

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“aww, aurora you got a bit of frosting on your face.”

“hmm? where?”

a certain multi ghoulette faced you in an almost innocent manner, trying to use her hands to wipe off the sugary decoration from her face, but she kept on missing.

you chuckled at the adorableness from aurora. her little clumsy antics were downright endearing. shaking your head, you rolled up your sleeves and swiped the pearly white frosting off of her cheek.

“over here, sweetie.” you pointed out, showing off the frosting that stained the ghoulette’s cheek.

aurora tipped her head to the side slightly and smiled, a soft giggle escaping her rosy lips. “right.. thank you.”

a cheeky grin etched its way onto your face, and you winked. taking the finger to your mouth, you licked off the remaining frosting, wiping your finger on your apron to remove any saliva.

“mmmh, it tastes great too. we really knocked it out of the park with this gingerbread house.” you applauded to aurora, and partially to yourself too.

the little ghoulette smiled, and clasped her hands together in a satisfied manner. “i’ll have to agree with you on that one, honeypie. i’d say that this year was our best gingerbread houses yet.”

throughout your time in the ministry, both you and your wonderful girlfriend, aurora, had a personal tradition where you both would make gingerbread houses together. each year, the gingerbread houses would always follow a different theme. one year you made a cute little treehouse, the next you’d make a witch’s tower. hell, there was even one season where the two of you made a full blown pirate ship.

this year was a cute little birdhouse. the tangy gingerbread crackers made up the base, and the roof was coated in a sugary and soft vanilla frosting, decorated in a way that made each clump of frosting look like a brick on the house.

shimmering candied crystals were dotted all over the base of the house, along with various sweet treats such as gumdrops, candy canes, chocolate and glazed strawberries. the best part about this elegant christmas dessert were the handmade pastry birdies. aurora came up with the idea of making two robins made out of candied pears and grapes, creating a duo of birdies that sat in the center of the bird house. they almost looked like you and aurora.

aurora squealed in delight and held up the tray that held your guys’ creation, marveling at both hers and your hard work.

“we did so good! it looks so cute, i’m gonna feel bad eating it.” aurora chimed in an ecstatic manner, before setting the tray on one of the other kitchen counters.

you just giggled at your girlfriend’s enthusiasm, loving this part about her. “if you don’t wanna eat it, rory, we can always eat something else.”

the little demon just whipped her head around to face you, her prisma colored eyes gleaming with a certain glint to them, her orbs creating a faint rainbow glow from the light reflecting off of them.

“oh? and what did you have in mind?” she asked, her tone slightly playful.

you smirked and scooped up a clump of glittery frosting with two of your fingers, before smearing it all over your lover’s face, making her gasp in surprise. “that.”

aurora marveled at your evil little scheme, before she herself smirked and wiped some frosting off of her face, and proceeding to smother it on yours too.

“whoops, my hand slipped.”

“oh you little—“

you and aurora chased each other around the ministry’s chicken, handfuls of the glazing spread staining your clothes, faces and hands. the two of you laughed gleefully as you had your little childish banter.

it was so fun just being able to let loose around your lover.

“heyyy come back here! let me smear frosting on those pretty little lips of yours!” you called out in a sing-song voice, but aurora stuck her tongue out at you and chuckled.

“neveeerrr!!” she called out, running away from your antics again.

after a bit of back and forth, you eventually had aurora caged onto the kitchen counter between your arms. you then brought your hand to her face and put frosting on her face again, making the ghoulette laugh with delight.

“hahah! alright, alright time out!” aurora managed out between her laughs, and you actually listened and stopped putting frosting all over her face.

though that devious little smirk was still on your face.

“my baddd~” you cooed, snickering at your lover’s pouting face. “here, let me clean it up for you.”

aurora tilted her head, before nodding and leaning against the kitchen counter, a smirk evident on her face. you brought your fingers to wipe some of the frosting off of aurora’s face, licking it off of your fingers.

you were sure that aurora saw that you got every last bit of frosting. your finger-licking movements were slow, and it was a little teasing too. aurora watched every moment, every swipe you made with your tongue, every sucking sound you created when you licked your fingers clean of frosting.

oh. she knew what you were doing alright.

neither of you said anything when you were eating up the frosting. however, the looks you both gave each other spoke volumes, and the heated tension was intense.

as you finished licking, the only frosting that was left was on aurora’s beautiful lips.

“babe…” you whispered, your tone slightly dropping. your hands cupped aurora’s cheeks and you leaned in. “come here.”

aurora nodded. she wasted no time, and brought her hands to grasp at your hair before drawing you into a passionate, deep kiss. her taste was delicate, and sugary sweet, like the most tasty dessert you’ve ever had the pleasure of eating.

as the two of you made out and your tongues swirled together, your hand trailed down to the space between aurora’s thighs, before you started rubbing her aching cunt through her jeans, making the ghoulette gasp from the sensation. you could still taste sweetness of the frosting on her plump lips.

“fuck, y/n…” she rasped out, growing more wet and aroused in her panties.

“mmh..” you hummed into her lips, kissing her aggressively with a fervent passion. “i’m going to eat you up, rory.”

wasting no time, your fingers fumbled to unbutton aurora’s jeans, yanking them off along with her panties so harshly you swore you accidentally tore a fabric. you lifted her off the floor and sat her on the kitchen counter, before you slipped between her legs.

you cursed at the sight of your girlfriend’s glistening pussy, reveling in its wetness and how pretty it looked.

“you’re so turned on.” you cooed, hot breath tickling at the bundle of nerves, making aurora jolt. “can’t wait to feast on you.”

“please do.” she begged.

“hold on, baby… i need to prepare my meal properly first…” you replied.

dipping your fingers in the nearby frosting bowl, you got a good chunk of it before rubbing the fluffy coating all over aurora’s wet cunt, making her gasp and moan from the pressure of your fingers and the frosting.

“shiiit!”

“fuck, there we go. all done.”

the frosting was sloppily smeared all over aurora’s pussy, every crevice and nerve had the frosting all over it. you licked your lips and wasted no time.

drawing your head in closer, you wrapped your arms around aurora’s thighs before going to town on her. lapping your tongue at every inch and corner of her puffy cunt, taking your time eating off the frosting. all the while, aurora squealed gleefully and you drank up her juices.

she tasted so damn good. so sweet, and the frosting only enhanced the taste even further. you moaned deeply, delighted from her taste, and the vibrations sent shockwaves of pleasure up her spine.

aurora’s moans grew louder and more pornographic as you got more erratic with your tongue movements. “nnngh! baby! your tongue— it’s so good!”

you groaned in response, being sure to lick up every bit of frosting as you lapped at aurora’s cunt. your tongue flicked over her coated clit and you sucked on it hard, making your girlfriend cry out loudly in pleasure and grip your hair.

“s-shit! right there, babe!” she practically screamed. “that’s it… lick it all up! eat me out like it’s your last meal!”

and that’s exactly what you did. you kept eating her out until there was no frosting left, and even then, you didn’t stop licking. moaning and groaning with delight into aurora’s pussy as you tongue fucked her.

“aah! y/n! i’m gonna fucking cum!” aurora warned, her painted nails digging into your scalp more tightly.

and you made sure that your girlfriend reached her release. as you lapped at her cunt, her body convulsed wildly and her thighs gripped your head tightly, before she screamed and came all over your face, practically suffocating you.

you didn’t mind however, as you gladly drank up her love juice and swallowed aurora’s cum, some of it dripping at the corner of your mouth. separating yourself from between her legs, you looked up to be met with a blissed, fucked out aurora, who was basking in the afterglow of her release.

“you tasted amazing, aurora.” you praised again, drawing her in for another kiss. she whimpered slightly, but gladly gave in as she tasted herself on your lips.

as the two of you kissed, she broke it apart, and smirked. “thanks, honey.”

aurora then leaned into your ear, and whispered seductively, her tone of voice seeing shivers of excitement down your spine.

“now it’s your turn.”

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[evercelle]

merry merry christmas!!

[reader6898]

Story telling

Pairing:female reader x clone cadets

Summary: you tell the cadets all about life day on your home planet

Warning: none

"miss y/n?" You turn around and look at the cadet, Luka, as he sat on his bunk. "Yes, Luka?" "What is life day?" "Well, life day is a day when people get together and celebrate with one another." "And what do people do when they get together?" The other boys nodded their heads and you could tell that they were very interested in learning about the holiday.

You motioned all of them over and place Luca in your lap as you sit down. The other boys sit in a circle and listen as you tell them all about life day. "Before life day people decorate their houses and they buy beautiful trees that they decorate with things called ornaments. And on life day people get together and they eat delicious food, exchange gifts, and some even put on a spectacular fireworks show." "Ooooo", all the boys say.

"Do you celebrate life day, miss y/n?" You smiled at the boys as you answered. "Yep." "What do you do on life day?" "Well, I usually go home to my home planet. I celebrate with my family and friends. All of us get together and we eat all the food my mother cooks and we exchange gifts that we got one another. Then, at the end of the night all of us go outside and join all the other people from my village. And you want to know what happens next?" The boys nodded. "At the stroke of midnight all the beautiful fireworks go off and we sing and dance around." "Wow." "That sounds so fun." You placed Luka on the floor and he talked to some of his brothers.

As you watched you couldn't help but look at them with a smile in your face. They were so young and innocent and you hoped that once they grew up and went out to join the world that they would be able to experience life day with each other.

"alright boys, time for bed." The cadets scrambled around to get into bed and you placed a kiss on their heads as you wished all of them good night. You turned out the lights and once you left the cadets fell asleep dreaming about presents, fireworks, and food.

Tagging: @anxiouspineapple99 @cw80831 @eternal-transcience @techs-stitches @wings-and-beskar @dystopicjumpsuit @rexxdjarin @moonlightwarriorqueen @cloneloverrrrr @starrylothcat @sev-on-kamino @wizardofrozz @deejadabbles

[novelbear]

happy little holiday scenarios for your otp 🎄

prompt list by @novelbear

late night drives to see all the christmas lights in the neighborhood

"do we want sugar cookies or chocolate chip?"

lifting one up so that they can place the decorations up on the wall

christmas movie date nights.

"ho ho holy shit you look good." lmao im so sorry

their first date being at a tree lighting celebration

jokingly going up to the santas at the mall and embarrassing the other one

one not knowing how to wrap a gift and the other just laughing at them out of endearment

^ but of course they help them out + walk them through it <3

sharing a warm kiss during the first snow of the season

"you know you didn't have to get me anything.."

putting a gingerbread house together

^ think about it: one is trying to hold the walls up and the other one walks over and gently places their own hands over theirs to help and :((

meeting each other's family for the first time over the holidays

"oh don't be such a scrooge" "i knew you were going to say that."

sweetly singing christmas songs to one another

when it's cold outside so they hold hands together inside someone's coat pocket.

"there is tinsel. everywhere." [laughing] "i think you got more of it on yourself than the tree"

holiday shopping dates!

sharing a candy cane <3

bickering over which christmas movie is superior

[holly-days-bingo]

Update:

after some consideration, there has been a slight update to the rules/schedule! bingo card submissions will be open until January 10th. However, you have until December 1st next year to write! Meaning you can write for the bingo all year long instead of being on a tight deadline!

also! those of you who are still waiting for a card, I promise you will get one soon! with the holidays approaching rapidly, i have been very busy.

thanks and happy holidays!

-Mod Ziggy and the holly-days team