#yes those hot dogs are wearing santa hats

[perceiving-misha]

soft holidays

[isthisthingeven0n]

not so secret santa : j.w

with natalie’s help, jeff is your secret santa this year and proves to be the perfect opportunity to tell you how he feels (1.7k) 

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“Come on, I’m not asking for much.” Jeff pleads as Natalie remains silent, scrolling through her phone. “Please, Nat.”

Glancing up from her phone, Natalie can’t ignore the puppy dog look Jeff is presenting. A heavy sigh leaves her lips as she lowers her phone. “You better have a good gift in mind, I’m not sacrificing my secret Santa just for you to fuck up.” Natalie states.

Smiling brightly, Jeff launches onto Natalie as he hugs her tightly. “Thanks, Natalie. I’ve got the perfect thing in mind.”

“I’ve got conditions to it though.” Natalie muffles through Jeff’s arms as he leans back, allowing Natalie to breathe. “You have to get her this,” Holding her phone up, Natalie watches as Jeff’s brows furrow together. “and, tell her how you feel. As I know I’m not the only one who can’t stand you tiptoeing around her anymore.”

“She’s got a point.” David chimes in as he wanders into the living room as Ilya files behind him, nodding in agreement.

“Oh come on, guys. It’s not that bad.” Jeff shrugs his shoulder, but the looks exchanged between his friends says otherwise.

“Dude, Scott was filming the other day and recorded you looking at Y/n in awe as she worked out.” Ilya comments and Jeff knows there isn’t any point denying it, he just can’t help himself when you’re around.

“She’s got a good body and strength.” Jeff comments confidently. “Besides, Y/n doesn’t see me that way, she has said plenty of times how much I mean to her as a friend.” Jeff reminds the others as his heart sinks back in his chest, remembering just last week when he went over to yours.

“What was so urgent?” Jeff asks with wide eyes as he pants lightly whilst you stand in your doorway, wearing your pyjamas as you rub your tired eyes.

“Oh, sorry,” You laugh innocently. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Jeff. I just, I needed help making Christmas cookies.”

Resting his hand against your door frame, Jeff exhales deeply. “You texted me, stating you had an emergency at 10pm, just to make Christmas cookies?”

Nodding in response, you hold your door open further. “So is that a yes you’ll help?” Your smile starts to grow as Jeff steps into your apartment, rolling the sleeves of his hoodie up.

“Where do you wanna start?” He asks, admitting defeat as you happily clap behind him, a spring in your step as you follow him into your kitchen.

“Thank you, thank you, Jeff! You’re the best, my Mom will adore these knowing they’re from her favourite of my friends.” You comment, missing the way Jeff’s smile drops for a second before standing beside him in the kitchen as you gather the ingredients, prepping your kitchen knowing the mess that is about to follow.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Taylor sings as all eyes turn to her. “I’m just saying.” Taylor holds her hands up as Ella nods in agreement.

“It’s not too late to back down from being her secret Santa, Jeff.” Natalie nudges him, but Jeff shakes his head.

“I’m not backing down and like I said, I’ve got the perfect gift.”

*

“So we’re actually organised this time?” You ask, looking around at everyone sat in David’s living room whilst David sits beside one of the many Christmas trees in his house.

Across the room, Jeff tries to remain composed as Natalie sends him a reassuring smile, knowing two of those gifts under the tree have your name on it and a confession to follow.

“For the first time, it seems so.” David chuckles as he rubs his hands together, scanning over the various presents underneath the tree. “So, how do you guys wanna do this?”

Scott rises to his feet, adorning his Santa hat as he remains dressed as Mrs Claus from recording his music video earlier today. “I’ll hand them out.” He suggests and everyone agrees.

Jeff watches as Scott hands out presents to everyone, the joy radiating in the room as Christmas songs play faintly in the background.

“And this one is for Y/n.” Scott walks over to you, handing you the soft present wrapped neatly with a ribbon and perfectly tied bow on top.

“Wow, who paid for gift wrap?” You chuckle, looking around at everyone as they remain silent, no one admitting who their secret Santa was just yet.

Watching in earnest, Jeff is distracted as he’s handed his present, quickly catching your smile as you look away from him.

“Okay, go ahead and unwrap your gifts.” David states as the sound of paper tearing fills the room and excited responses follow suit.

Yet, Jeff puts his gift to one side as he focuses on you unwrapping yours.

Ripping the paper off, you pause as you look at the gift on your lap. “What’d you get, Y/n?” Natalie asks you, a bright smile on her lips as you remain quiet.

Feeling his heart rest in his throat, Jeff takes a deep breath as you lift the hoodie out from the paper. “I, this is just,” Struggling to form words, you look around at everyone before your eyes land on Jeff. You silently mouth a thank you as tears fill your eyes.

No words are exchanged between you both as everyone continues to film for their channels and social media, slowly filing out of the room until it’s just you and Jeff sat in silence.

“I thought you might like it.” Jeff speaks up as he rests his arms on his thighs, trying to suppress his leg from shaking as you hold the hoodie in your hands, your fingers running across the fabric.

Lifting your head up, Jeff’s heart melts as tears fall from your eyes. “You did this, for me?” Your voice remains soft as Jeff nods. “But why?” Curiosity encroaches in your tone as you wipe your eyes, Jeff taking the chance to sit down beside you.

“Well, I remember that time your Mom came to visit you.” Jeff starts, remembering the day clearly despite it being months ago.

“Oh honey, I brought you something!” Your Mom exclaims as she reaches into her bag whilst Jeff busies himself in your kitchen, having come over to help you film as he knew your Mom was visiting.

“Mom, I told you I don’t need anything.” You roll your eyes playfully, just as Jeff walks into the room with three mugs.

“Thank you, dear, you’re a true gentleman.” Your Mom gushes to Jeff as he chuckles, shaking his head before sitting down in your armchair. “It’s in here somewhere,” Your Mom mutters under her breath before grabbing something and lifting it out.

“Mom, why did you bring that?” You ask, trying to conceal the fact you were beginning to get hot from embarrassment whilst Jeff watched curiously.

Holding your old teddy up, your Mom raises an eyebrow to you. “Honey, you loved this teddy, you brought it everywhere! Honestly, Jeff, she could never sleep without it!” A laugh is shared between Jeff and your Mom whilst you internally groan.

“I’m an adult Mom, I don’t need my teddy bear.” You sigh, but the sight of the ratty teddy bear does warm your heart. “But, since you brought it all this way, I guess I’ll keep it.” You reach out, taking the teddy in your hands as you keep it on your lap, the sight something Jeff hopes he’ll never forget.

“But, how?” A laugh escapes your lips as you run your index finger across the embroidery sitting on the left breast of the hoodie, an exact replica of your teddy bear down to the bowtie around its neck.

Jeff shrugs a shoulder in response. “I have connections.” He states. “And since you always steal my hoodies, I thought I’d give you one to keep and make it personal to you.” He adds, watching as you slip it on.

The sleeves hang over your hands, it clearly doesn’t fit but your smile grows. You loved Jeff’s hoodies as they felt like a warm hug from him, enveloped in his aftershave even if he wasn’t there with you.

“I just, this is the most thoughtful present anyone has ever gotten me, Jeff.” You admit as Jeff rests his hand on your cheek, wiping away the stray tears that fall as you sniff quietly.

“There’s erm, something else I got for you too.” Jeff mutters as you focus on his eyes as your hand rests on his thigh, the distance between you both minimising.

“Okay?” You chuckle under your breath.

“You have to close your eyes first if that’s alright with you.” Jeff asks as you nod, complying as you close your eyes.

Taking a steady breath, Jeff closes his eyes and leans in until his lips are on yours. It takes a moment for you to respond, and once you do, the kiss deepens as you lift your arms up, wrapping them around his neck as you lean back on the sofa, Jeff leaning over you.

Pulling away, you rest your forehead against Jeffs. “Was that the present or something you just felt like doing?” You question, rubbing your lips together as Jeff smirks.

“A bit of both.” He admits. “But I like you, Y/n, a lot. And if you’ll let me, I’d love to take you out sometime.”

“I thought you’d never ask, Jeff.” You breathe out, kissing Jeff softly as the sound of applause interrupts your moment.

Breaking apart, you look up to see all your friends stood with their phones and cameras.

"It's a Christmas miracle!” Natalie yells as Todd stands behind her, his arms around her waist. “There’s still one more present, and now I think you might actually have a use for it.” She motions to the small gift on the sofa, and Jeff reaches over for it.

Passing it to you, you unwrap it and bury your face in the sleeves of Jeff’s hoodie.

“Stay safe you guys.” David laughs whilst Natalie winks to you.

“I’m sure we’ll put them to good use.” Jeff mutters into your ear as you look up to him, quirking a brow before kissing him once more.

“Just you wait, Wittek.” You giggle. “Just you wait.”

[dinosaurtsukki]

haikyuu!! team christmas parties

a/n: this is a suuuuper late christmas-themed post because it was kinda crazy here but i hope you guys enjoy these headcanons of how christmas parties are like with the teams

karasuno: 

a very chaotic yet very festive christmas party

nishinoya and hinata especially are very excited for it you could tell by the way they hum christmas songs in the locker room

naturally sugawara suggests holding a christmas party in his house but the only one he sends invitations to is tsukishima because he's the likeliest one to back out

in fact, sugawara probably sends an invitation to tsukishima's house every single day and at this point both akiteru and his mom are anticipating 'kei's first christmas party with friends'

hinata was too excited that he was there at sugawara's house two hours early but they spent a lot of time decorating the entire place

yamaguchi was there just as early because he thought it would be polite and he even brought a box of chocolates for sugawara's family

all of them also decided to do a secret santa gift exchange to make things fun and so they wouldn't have to give everyone gifts

the only ones who gave everyone gifts though were asahi (HE MADE UGLY CHRISTMAS SWEATERS FOR EVERYONE) and yachi who gave everyone some cookies that she baked

everyone mentally thanked kiyoko for getting yachi as assistant manager

ennoshita's secret santa was tanaka and because he knew that ennoshita has been wanting a starbuck's planner, he enlisted noya's help in getting one

did this mean they both chugged 12 starbucks drinks all by themselves in one day? yeah pretty much

when ennoshita got his gift everyone understood why tanaka and noya were extra hyper that day

kageyama also got tsukishima as his secret santa

tsukki actually tried to exchange with yamaguchi but daichi caught him and said that there were no exchanges

he was also planning to get kageyama a plastic tiara as a gift but daichi also caught him (is2g he's everywhere)

eventually tsukishima settled on giving kageyama a volleyball cause he couldn't go wrong with that

kageyama was actually really happy with the gift but kinda pissed that it came from tsukishima of all people so he was just kinda squinting at tsukishima wondering what to say

anyway they didn't fight that's a christmas miracle

yamaguchi got daichi's name for the secret santa and gifted him a coupon for a free spa visit

daichi has a new favorite child

jk yamaguchi has always been his favorite child

hinata actually got KIYOKO to give a gift too and he was anxious for an entire week worrying about what to give her

he ended up asking natsu for advice and then gifting kiyoko a cute little phone charm

she thought it was sweet and still keeps it to this day

seijoh:

oikawa already had a group chat for a christmas party when december started hanamaki and matsukawa spammed it with memes and santa emojis for the first two weeks

finally when they got around to planning, iwaizumi offered to hold the party at his house 

surprisingly, the earliest one there was kyoutani because ofc he's helping his senpai set up

imagine the both of them trimming the christmas tree i'm jlgkjalg 

kyoutani even brought his own christmas decorations (they're little dogs with santa hats on them) 

kindaichi and kunimi were next to come in and they brought a little gingerbread house that they made themselves

y'all oikawa came in last because of 'traffic' but iwaizumi's like 'bullshit, you live next door'

he was late because he was watching the doctor who christmas special 

matsukawa and hanamaki are of course in charge of all the party games that last throughout the night

they have a newspaper dance game and they intentionally paired up oikawa and kyoutani 

they were the first ones to lose the game because kyoutani wouldn't come a foot near oikawa and that's about how wide their newspaper was

iwaizumi and kindaichi easily won but kindaichi was flustered that iwaizumi carried him bridal-style

you can bet they also brought karaoke and yahaba surprised everyone with his rendition of 'all i want for christmas is you'

also matsukawa and hanamaki did a really good duet of 'baby it's cold outside'

oikawa wanted to make a speech about his friends being his family and them being his best christmas gift ever but hanamaki stopped him

oikawa ended up giving one anyway when the party ended up going on until much later and everyone cried

everyone except kyoutani who was wondering why everyone was crying until he realized that iwaizumi was going abroad for uni

shiratorizawa:

these guys are so close that they just had to have a christmas party together 

goshiki ofc volunteered his own house and was deadset on making it the best christmas ever for his senpais

except tendou may have told him that ushijima's favorite decorations were mistletoe so ofc goshiki hung mistletoe ever

the funny thing is ushijima DOES like mistletoe. he thinks its classy and simple but he doesn't know about the kissing thing

meanwhile shirabu and tendou are on the side wondering if they should tell either of them

semi lost some kind of bet (probs with shirabu and kawanishi) and now he has to dress up as santa claus for some reason

lmao angry santa semi i love it already

tendou made some handmade chocolate truffles and half of them are delicious but the other half have a piece of onion in the middle

but the delicious ones are like REALLY delicious so everyone plays this sort of russian roulette game with tendou's chocolate truffles

semi kept on getting the onion truffles until reon felt bad for him and gave him his chocolate truffle

it ended up becoming a christmas tradition

ushijima actually gave everyone a gift and it's matching knee pads

shirabu actually loves them except he doesn't want to wear them out so he never wears them

also he gets cold really easily so even though the christmas party is indoors, he's wearing a sweater and a coat and a quilt on top of that

he honestly looks so cozy that by the end of the night everyone is cuddled up next to shirabu

EXCEPT USHIJIMA ALSO INVITED COACH WASHIJO TO COME IN

ushijima: he's our coach and therefore a part of our team so of course i invited him

no one can argue with him there

coach washijo was surprisingly a nice guest but everyone was extra courteous around him

semi served him some hot tea and shirabu even gave his quilt

goshiki was hiding in his bathroom because he might get lectured on his serves

they didn't know what activities to do with coach washijo around so tendou suggested watching their volleyball games (yes, goshiki has them all on tape) and coach washijo was all like 'i watch you play all the time why would i want to do that now?'

eventually they settled on watching Polar Express and it was nice

nekoma:

their christmas party is also a costume party because kuroo said so all of them came in christmas-themed costumes

AND THEY WERE ALL GROUP COSTUMES

the third years roped in shibayama and they all dressed up as the characters from 'A Christmas Carol'

shibayama was christmas past, kai was christmas present, kuroo was christmas future, and yaku was scrooge

kuroo: it's perfect because you're short and mean

it's funny because they all end up capitalists

okay but tbh the second years plus lev also went all out for their costumes because they come in as HOME ALONE

i'm clearly biased when it comes to my favorite christmas movies

fukunaga and taketora are the two robbers, kenma's kevin, and lev comes in as the house

it's basically a cardboard cut-out of a house that he and alisa made

the first twenty minutes of their christmas party is basically just them arguing about which group had the better costume

eventually they decide to actually enjoy the party

they end up playing a lot of parlor games and even though kenma hates how loud everyone is, he's still determined to win all of them

i swear, he ended up pushing lev out of the way during musical chairs, also grabbing the chair before sitting on it

but then after that kenma decides to play games for the rest of the night except kuroo confiscated his game console (again)

you can bet yaku and fukunaga cooked the christmas dinner for everyone

kai takes a million pictures for the memories but he's really a perfectionist about it and go crazy whenever lev moves two millimeteres too far to the left

when the pictures are developed kuroo has them developed on matching t-shirts and forces everyone to wear them during practice matches

tsukishima: nice shirt

kuroo: why THANK you

kenma: thanks, i fucking hate it

inarizaki: 

ngl they're not SUPER into christmas but they're just mildly curious about the celebration

it's mostly the miya twins who initiate it as a way for all of them to have a get-together during the winter break

kita thinks it's a good idea and invites them all to his house

he's actually quite curious about christmas as a religious celebration so he reads up on it a lot and even starts to up his own nativity scene as decoration

he ends up asking his teammates if they want to bring anything to add to the nativity scene

suna brings his gundam figurines and atsumu has an acrylic standee of momo from twice

and now those are joseph and mary

aran and kita take one look at the nativity scene and go 'this doesn't look right' but atsumu looks so happy to have momo there that they just leave it be

osamu is in charge of food ofc but he can't make up his mind on what to cook so he ends up cooking a little bit of everything

ofc atsumu has to be the one to help him but he ends up tasting and eating a good portion while osamu's cooking

*insert fighting in the kitchen*

suna's just walking around taking pictures of everything and uploading them to his snapchat (which has a lot of followers)

"our chaotic team christmas party part 1 of ???"

aran and kita just want some chill time and drink hot chocolate while watching christmas specials

kita also hung up stockings for everyone and suna was expecting it to have candy but its full of fruit and healthy snacks

they still taste good though

suna’s also the first one to fall asleep right smack on kita’s couch 

atsumu’s just about to draw on his face with permanent marker but kita has a disappointed look so he stops instantly

in fact, ALL of them end up falling asleep in the middle of kita’s living room 

they look so cute aran is in the middle with each of the miya twins on his side. suna is sprawled all over the couch with his face buried in the cushions. kita is sleeping right next to the coffee table with his arms crossed over his chest

kita’s grandmother walks in on them in the living room and knows FOR SURE that she doesn’t have four grandchildren but she’s making them breakfast anyway 

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[castlevania-afterdark-imagines]

Christmas Headcanons

This year has been a ride for everyone, so as a gift: some cute holiday HCs! We'll try to get to rolling out match ups after the festivities die down.

Trevor

Christmas Tree Decorating Style: Every ornament every Belmont child has made since his great great great great granddaddy. No tinsel though, the hunting dogs always try to eat it.

Favorite Holiday Treat: Gingerbread cookies! But he has Opinions™ about gingerbread houses. Why the hell put so much good candy on a decor piece people don’t let you eat?!

Holiday Lingerie Styles: Santa hat, clean pair of briefs, if not commando. Simple, but just as effective when he announces he’s planning on cumming down your chimney tonight.

Christmas Morning Jammies: A red onesie with white and red striped socks (If he really had his way it’d be what he slept in, but once the family started gathering for Christmas morning...well, best not to be dick out in front of the kids)

Alucard

Christmas Tree Decorating Style: Very simple, white lights and gold ornaments. It gives a nice warm glow, easy to assemble, and not super obvious when a bauble goes missing because they all look alike.

Favorite Holiday Treat: Eggnog. Yes, he’s aware it’s devisive as fuck, but anyone who takes issues with drinking what’s basically melted ice cream clearly missed the memo about the holidays being the time to indulge.

Holiday Lingerie Styles: He’s not really a lingerie guy to start, but if it’s a romantic Christmas lovemaking you want, he’ll nail the decorating just like he nails you. The lack of lingerie is made up for by the home makeover your room goes through to become a winter wonderland He splurges on  white satin sheets that feel hideously luxerious to fucking ruin before Christmas morning.

Christmas Morning Jammies: Cream nightshirt, with red ribbon accents and matching pajama slacks

Sypha

Christmas Tree Decorating Style: She’s precise, taking her time to put up every ornament with care and making sure the tree has a healthy balance of decoration on every side. It’s cute when she gets frustrated upon finding a bare spot.

Favorite Holiday Treat: Rumballs. Just enough to make her nose a little warm, and they’re too heavy to have any other time of year.

Holiday Lingerie Styles: Lingerie implies a lack of coverage, and this lady runs cold. She might pick some lacey and soft white strap getup, but that is going to be hidden under a very thick house robe until you can get her warmed up enough to remove it.

Christmas Morning Jammies: Same thick houserobe, whether or not there’s anything underneath it entirely depends on whether or not her family had left the house already.

Dracula

Christmas Tree Decorating Style: Honestly, if left to his own devices he won’t have one. But if he has a partner or Adrian is staying over he’ll get a live tree and do some white lights with red garlands.

Favorite Holiday Treat: He’d say the wine, but honestly he drinks that year round. Upon observation you do notice a distinct increase in candy cane consumption.

Holiday Lingerie Styles: The one thing this man will get into the festive mood for. Low key likes couple sets, they’re ridiculous of course but if you both have some flimsy and strappy excuses for coverage it makes running around the house trying to tear them off each other so much more fun. Also he’d sell his soul for getting to rip up some thigh highs.

Christmas Morning Jammies: What jammies?  Simple red satin button downs, they’re very soft but not the best for keeping him warm. That’s your job after all.

Lisa

Christmas Tree Decorating Style: Lights, lights, and more lights. She hates the short days so you have many different sizes of trees throughout the house with mixes of colored and white lights. The main tree in the living room gets all of the ornaments though, the others are there to give off the enchanted forest vibe.

Favorite Holiday Treat: Danish cookies. She hides her medical glove supply in the tin when she’s done. It’s just as upsetting to whoever finds them as finding sewing supplies.

Holiday Lingerie Styles: Angelic lace robe that hits about mid thigh and white fingerless gautlet gloves.. She already has cute lacey undies and bralets for other times of year so for her the up-styling for Christmastime is in the accessories.

Christmas Morning Jammies: All of the soft things. Fuzzy socks, sweatpants, fleece pullover, it takes her a bit to warm up in the morning, so cozy her up with a blanket and some hot tea.

Godbrand

Christmas Tree Decorating Style: Chaotic. Like some shit out of a Saturday morning cartoon, this man grabs the string of lights and spins the tree and lets them wrap around it wherever the hell they want. Cards taped to the walls, figurines placed in raunchy positions on the mantle, this ain’t your grandma’s Xmas.

Favorite Holiday Treat: Everything baked, but any kind of bread-based thing is the best. Though he also goes a bit feral for all of the roasted meats.

Holiday Lingerie Styles: Ugly sweater sans pants. Okay, maybe some glitter in his happy highway which he deems “Santa’s Landing Strip”.

Christmas Morning Jammies: It’s the most tame part of his holler-day cheer, it’s whatever clean boxers and plain Tshirt he could find through his eggnogg induced coma from the night before. At least he does remember to get dressed, gotta make sure all the kids get their presents on time!

Hector

Christmas Tree Decorating Style: Reeeeeeally simple, white and blue lights with maybe a few sparkly ornaments but those are just things begging to be broken by the house pets. If he can get a real tree that’s prefered but he’s also very aware that Caesar won’t know the difference between a Christmas tree and his favorite outside tree.

Favorite Holiday Treat: Mulled Cider. He likes to be warm after all, and it has fewer embarrassing effects than mulled wine.

Holiday Lingerie Styles: He’s not a big fan of Christmas so don’t go expecting a “Santa” cock sock. He’s not keen on wearing christmas lingerie himself, but if you happened to wear the very short red slip that just so happened to appear on your nightstand you can expect to get your stocking thoroughly stuffed.

Christmas Morning Jammies: Just some soft pj pants, maybe with a festive print if he happens upon them in his drawers.

Isaac

Christmas Tree Decorating Style: Bold of you to assume this man has a Christmas tree. That said, if you put one up he’ll participate in decorating at your request; an ornament here, a bauble there. The tree doesn’t bring him happiness as much as seeing you enjoying it does.

Favorite Holiday Treat: His preference is less about the sugary things (though he’ll gladly take anything you make) but he has a softer spot for the warm meals. A freshly baked bread pudding with cinnamon and clove would be perfect for him.

Holiday Lingerie Styles: He’s not going to participate, period. But he does love to see his partner in red regardless of the time of year...

Christmas Morning Jammies: If you plop a Santa hat on his head, he’ll tolerate it for you. Otherwise, it’s the same pajamas he always wears, a black cotton set with grey dotted vertical stripes. It’s a button up and you are tempted to unwrap that present after you’re done with the ones under the tree...

~Mod Soviet & Mod Rose

[romeo-the-cactus]

Last Christmas

Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: implied cheating, rom com level problematic cheesiness

Requested by @geekofmanythings16

So admittedly, trying to find and then bring home a christmas tree, in New York, on christmas eve may not have been your greatest idea ever, but it's not like it was entirely your fault.

You'd been all set on ignoring the festivities completely, staying in by yourself and emerging in the new year once all the bright lights and warm cuddles and rich food was gone. After last christmas you really weren't in the mood to celebrate.

Today though, the nagging from everybody you knew had finally hit a breaking point, and now here you were, not remotely dressed for the freezing weather, someone else's santa hat you'd found under the sofa on your head, attempting to negotiate with the grumpy guy working there over a price for the last remaining half dead yet enormous christmas tree, when suddenly you were on the sidewalk covered in something large and golden with a wet face.

"Lucky! Aw Lucky no! Get off her, bad dog, you can't just go round attacking-"

"Clint?"

"...Fuck."

And yeah, you weren't exactly expecting to run into the guy who'd ruined christmas for you when you'd just got yourself into Christmas Mode, and any other time you would've either run away or tried to fight him (and given how he'd taken the break up, blank faced and accepting, he probably would've just stood there and let you hit him), but it turns out it's really, really difficult to be angry with a soft warm golden retriever trying to make out with you - even as you could feel your ass getting cold and wet from the gross grey slush on the ground beneath you.

"Alright Lucky, I think that's probably enough now!" You say, pushing him back enough to sit up, smiling despite yourself.

Lucky seems to look between you and the extremely sheepish-looking Clint Barton towering over you, God, you'd forgotten just how tall he is, the hot bastard.

You stand and dust yourself off, already feeling the cold sinking into your bones.

"So how've you-"

"Sorry I just lost track of him and-"

You both laugh a little awkwardly, before the tree seller behind you clears his throat and you remember you'd been in the middle of your fairly heated tree negotiations.

"... I'm not giving you more than 15 dollars for it"

"It's huge!"

"It's dead!"

"It's Christmas eve, where are you gonna find another tree?"

"It's Christmas eve, where are you gonna find another schmuck to buy it?"

"$18"

"Done."

It's not until you've paid the guy and he's started packing up that you realise Clint's still stood there, scratching the back of his neck as he does in any vaguely-grown up situation.

"...Yes?" You ask him.

"Do you need any help getting that home?"

Shit.

You'd been so focused on getting a tree, any tree, that you hadn't really thought as far as how you were gonna get the 7 foot twig back across the city alone, on one of the busiest nights of the year.

Well, there's a reason you and Clint had made a relatively good couple. Disasters of a feather and all that.

You looked around, chewing your lip, as if a solution was going to suddenly appear beside you.

"...What did you have in mind?"

Which is how you found yourself carrying a massive dead tree onto the subway with your ex-boyfriend as you tried to make something resembling mature small talk and prevent Lucky eating the trail of pine needles you were leaving through the station.

"So...still saving the world then?"

"Sort of part-time"

"Oh. What do you do the rest of the time?"

Mope around and watch Dog Cops.

"Uh. This and that"

"Hm. What happened to your face?"

As usual, Clint was sporting a black eye and an array of band-aids.

"...Something heroic."

"How the hell did you ever go undercover?" You ask, laughing at his terrible attempt at a lie.

"Eh, that was always more Natasha's area."

As the name washed over you both he froze, your smile dropped a little and you blinked.

Fuck's sake Clint.

It's not that you'd forgiven him, but he just looked so helpless stood there on the platform, eyes wide in something like horror as he realised what he'd said, and he was helping you out, so god help you, you offered him an out.

"How come you're not wearing your santa hat?"

In the years you'd known Clint Barton, without fail he'd donned a ratty old santa hat the night of thanksgiving, and without fail it stayed on until mid-February. You'd always loved how excited he got this time of year. The avengers were less pleased to be running around with the marksman looking so festive.

His face screwed up in confusion.

"What?"

Looking from side to side as if he feared being told off, he then nodded towards you and your eyes widened, crossing slightly as you looked upwards and realised just who'd left your current accessory under the sofa.

Luckily the train chose that moment to arrive, interrupting your stumbling excuse/apology and leaving you both stumbling to get the stupidly big, getting deader-by-the-second tree on, Clint just managing to grab Lucky by the collar and get him in too before the doors shut.

The train's not completely packed but it is busy, so surrounded by children screaming their own versions of christmas songs, grumpy adults surrounded by still to-be-wrapped gifts, and a meowing cardboard box, the three of you (you, Clint, and the tree) stood and swayed by the handlebar.

You looked at the ground, feeling the oh god what am I doing feeling of hanging out with Clint Barton sink into your gut. As if sensing it, Lucky licked at your fingers, making you smile.

Despite the noise around you, you all remain silent as you trundle your way back to yours.

That is, until a rather forceful stop sends Clint, Lucky, and the damn tree careening onto you as you grab the bar tight and brace for impact, only to open your eyes and find lucky with the tree in his mouth just about holding himself up, and one Clint Barton wrapped tightly around your middle as the train starts moving again.

Seeing him like that tugs at something inside you and for a moment you stretch your fingers out, about to sink them into that sandy hair of his before he tilts his head up and as you look at his face you're reminded how blank it had been after you'd walked into that room at Tony Stark's christmas party last year and seen him-

"Sorry," he says, straightening back up to his ridiculous height and releasing the most painfully awkward chuckle you've ever heard - and you've known him for years, you've heard plenty of those in your time. This is a terrible idea.

"Clint, maybe-"

"This is your stop, right?"

Shit.

"Right." A tight smile pulls its way across your face as you pick up the fucking tree, wincing at the amount of needles it leaves on the floor.

It's quiet again as you exit the station and turn towards your apartment.

"That's new."

Because of course he notices that a new pizza place has opened up next door.

"Uh, yep," god, how the hell did you get here, you used to not need words with this man, now you couldn't get them out if your life depended on it, "look, Clint, thanks for the help and all, but I think I've got it from here." The words come out pained and stilted, which seems to throw him in entirely the wrong direction.

"Hey, it's no trouble, and besides, you live on the fifth floor, and this thing's huge, and I'm here now anyway, and-"

"Okay!"

...With Clint, it's usually just easier to let him run with things and deal with the consequences after. What's the worst that could happen?

The worst is bumping into the old lady in 3C who always loved Clint, and seeing him melt at the puppies in 5A as he shows them to Lucky who gives them each a sniff and a lick, and eventually getting the tree up to your apartment. The worst is also Clint volunteering to help decorate your painfully unfestive apartment, and his eyes lighting up at seeing the tangled mess of your lights, and declaring he can sort them in no tine at all. The worst is no time at all being 58 minutes, and a Dog Cops rerun being the first thing that comes on the TV. It's Clint reaching up to put the star on top of your stupidly tall tree, his shirt riding up to reveal a wad of bandage, and you being there fussing over him before you've even realised what you've done. The worst is the soft look in his eye, and the realisation that you two haven't stopped talking since you got back. It's ordering pizza because decorating makes you hungry and there's nothing in the fridge and he wants to try that new place because it has really weird toppings available.

And obviously you have to watch something while you eat, and the Dog Cops Christmas special is on, and obviously that means sitting on the sofa, and Lucky's barely left any room for you two now he's rediscovered his favourite spot, and Clint's like a fucking furnace and you're tired from the last minute Christmas cheer.

The worst is waking up two hours later to find you've fallen asleep on the remote, and now it's switched to the music channel, and the cheesy video of blonde George Michael is on, and Clint has drool on his chin and a contented look you hadn't seen in so long, long before last Christmas, and seeing him snoring in his Santa hat is right, and Lucky stretches across your lap and the soft light from the tree glows in the corner and really, you never stood a chance once Lucky had found you again. The worst is falling asleep with that damn xylophone solo in your ears and feeling that this had always been your someone special anyway.

[red-doll-face]

Could we possibly just get a fluff fanfic with Billy Lenz?? I’m sorry but this boy just needs more fluff than he has.

I love billy lenz he is my widdle raccoon man, wrapped in christmas lights and wearing a santa hat. Don’t be sorry!! 💓💓💓

Soft!Billy Lenz x Reader

Warnings: its billy so, hmm slightly nsfw but not really,

WC: 866

Sleeping Dustbunnies

Billy, like the raccoon you suspected also lived in the attic, was making noise again. If this was a sitcom that took place in an apartment building, you’d hit the ceiling with a broomstick. Lucky for you, the attic door was in your closet. You felt tempted to go up there and tell him to be quiet, lest your roommate try and go up there. She will go up there, you just know it. 

Thumping and wailing and what you could definitely recognize as Billy rolling across the floor like a bowling ball, no doubt covered in dust and cobwebs. You lay down the book you were reading on your nightstand, hoping the noise will snap him out of his fit. It doesn’t work. You decide to venture into the dark attic where Billy has set up camp. He’d been living in your attic for a while. You have to admit that you were stumped on how he got in but you quickly put two and two together on the moaning and crying you heard over the phone and through the walls. It seemed as if Billy couldn’t anticipate bad craftsmanship. 

The closet creaks open, his incoherent shouting drowning out the noise. You open the trapdoor with the rod, the ladder sliding out from the little wooden compartment. Climbing the rungs one step at a time. Carefully, as not to startle Billy into reacting badly, you call his name softly. 

“Billy? Is everything alright?” Your eyes finally clear the opening adjusting to the darkness. Billy likes it best in the dark. You spot him in the corner, curly dark hair as matted and dusty as you thought it would be. He’s muttering something about Agnes, and mommy, and daddy. Then he’s back to his feral rants. 

You step into the attic, trying your best to avoid the creepy crawlies and the weak spots in the attic floor. 

“Billy, you’re gonna fall through the attic floor if you keep rolling around.” You scold. He’s lying on his side sobbing and you feel bad for him. He’s totally unstable right now but even he needs comfort. Soaking it up, you sit cross-legged on the floor. You run your finger over the shell of his ear. His eyes snap open. 

“More, more, more, touch me more!” he whimpers and keens, scooting into your lap like a family dog. “Billy is so, so tired.” he murmurs and you pet his hair as he requested. He moans as your fingertips graze his scalp. You should have known better. Any contact practically gets Billy salivating. But he seems to be enjoying himself. He makes quiet little noises of pleasure and you continue petting him. Billy nuzzles and rubs his cheek into your thigh. 

“It’s ok, Billy.” You coo, watching his eyes begin to flutter closed. He continues to rant about something but he’s mumbling too quietly. When you register that he’s most likely asleep, you realize that he’s fallen asleep on your lap. If you woke up with a spider on your face, you’d punt Billy out of the attic window. 

When you wake up, you can feel the chill but it’s not so cold, mostly because Billy is laying on top of you. He’s drooling over your cheek and groaning in your ear. 

“Billy, you better be awake.” When he doesn’t respond, you sigh. His arms are like a vice around your torso and his legs are heavy enough to stop the blood flow in your legs. He’s whispering in your ear and you listen to hear your name, repeating over and over. Kinda creepy but kinda cute. He’s dreaming about you. He snaps awake as you lay your hand on the back of his head. 

“You came for me. We slept together, you and me.” He giggled at the insinuation. “I was- I was dreaaaminng of you! Yes, you, you, you, you. You were so pretty like you’re pretty now.” He marveled at the spit on your cheek and the dust in your hair. “You took off your clothes for me and let me put my fat cock in your-” 

“OK! Those sound like private thoughts Billy. I need to go back and take a shower, I have dust in my hair. Not as pretty as you think.” Your legs felt numb as you struggled to stand on them just so Billy could pull you into his lap. He buried his face in your neck and hair, inhaling deeply.��

“Billy wants you to stay. I’m so cold. I’m always cold when you’re not here. You’re warm. I feel hot. Hot.” His hands are running over your arms and any bare skin he can reach. “I want to- to kiss you. I want to kiss you. Let Billy kiss you!” He slams his mouth on yours and you accept his surprise kiss, your fingers tangled in his wavy brown hair. You laugh at his eagerness, all spit and tongue, and gnashing teeth. He bites your bottom lip and you yelp while he moans loudly. You push him back.

“I’ll stay, but only for a few minutes. But you can’t bite me again.” He pouted and you kissed him over his pout. 

😳😳 thanks for the request and merry chrysler!! 💓💓

[staticscreenwriting]

12 Days of Christmas - [Day 2]

A/N: Day number 2 for the Christmas coundown with @mattysheelies​. Sorry for being a bit late with uploading but I just got home an hour ago and I had to edit this a little. But here it is. Enjoy.

Prompt:  “ Ah yes, the age-old tradition of an obese old man dressed in a red suit - breaking into your house.”

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

I remember meeting Steve Harrington on a cold december morning in 1985. I remember this not because I immediately fell in love with him (though he was undeniably charming and handsome), but for the simple fact that never before had I seen someone look so utterly miserable. I remember this because it was both our first day at our new job. I loved this job, Steve — not so much. 

When you’re a kid, people always tell you to find something you’re good at, something that brings you joy, and to make a living out of it. Only, if the one thing you’re good at, is spreading Christmas cheer as one of Santa’s elves at the local mall, things suddenly look very different. Suddenly they tell you to get a “real job” and life just gets confusing all over.

I enjoyed spending time with the kids, spreading Christmas cheer and trying to keep that sense of childlike wonder in my own heart for as long as I possibly could. Also, and I hate to brag, but I looked pretty good in my elf uniform. Steve pretty much just suffered his way through the day, giving the bare minimum and earning himself unamused glares from exhausted parents.

The first proper conversation we had, was on december 12th. I remember it so clearly because, hey the Steve Harrington was having a conversation with little old me. It was another frosty day though there was still no sign of snow. Steve had wanted to escape Santa’s village for just a few minutes during lunch break and since the roof of the mall was the only place that didn’t blast christmas music, he had decided to wander up here. Which let him straight to me, that weird girl, spending her lunch break leant against the railing, looking up at the sky and wishing for snow.

“ Oh uh — sorry. I didn’t mean to — “ 

“ No it’s fine don’t worry. I’m just waiting for the snow. “ 

“ Snow, huh ? White Christmas ? “ 

“ Yup. It’s what I wish for every year. Like in the movies. Always wanted to wear one of those big red ballgowns and watch the snow fall. “ 

“ You really care about all that Christmas stuff, huh ? “ 

“ Christmas stuff ? “ 

“ Mmh Elves and Santa and all that stuff. I always notice you humming along to the songs and don’t think I don’t see you rearrange the ornaments on the trees, literally every single morning. “ 

“ Do you watch me ? “ 

“ I — no! “ 

But he was blushing then, as he denied it. I kept that secret to myself, the fact that I knew he was lying. Because I knew and that was all that mattered. And I was flattered. I’m sure my cheeks were just as red as his. 

“ I just like Christmas and all that comes with it. It brings people wonderful memories, makes them feel happy. If I can play a little part in that by helping kids believe in the magic of these traditions then that’s all that matters. “ 

“ Ah yes, the age-old tradition of an obese old man dressed in a red suit - breaking into your house.” 

“ Oh aren’t you a regular Ebenezer Scrooge “ 

“ I’m not, I just don’t think Christmas is all that. It’s not like the movies anyway …. “ 

“ So what’s Christmas like in the Harrington household then ? “ 

I expected him to boast then, about gifts aplenty and the big festive meal and all that shebang we normal people didn’t get to enjoy in just quite that extend.

To my surprise, he didn’t brag about his perfect Christmas, he looked — sad. 

“ Mom cooks up a storm. Dad says it’s dry which makes mom sad. Dad gives her an expensive gift, like a necklace or earrings, to easy his guilty conscience for one thing or another. Then they give me something expensive too and take that as their free pass to voice everything about me that bothers them. So really, Christmas at the Harrington Household is one huge shit show of play pretend. “ 

It occurred to me then, for the first time in maybe ever, that Steve Harrington, with his perfect hair and his gorgeous smile, wasn’t immune to the emotional trauma so many of our parents were putting on us. Steve Harrington’s world shifted just a little close to my own then, and suddenly I could understand the gloomy mood and the frown. 

“ Yeah well, my dad left us on Christmas eve a few years ago so now every year my mom locked herself in her room and cries and I watch it’s a wonderful life on tv and eat my bodyweight in chocolate. That’s not like the movies either. It’s why I do this job, to maybe help other people make happy memories. “ 

It went silent for a moment, just us caught in the heavy realisation that though we were as different as could be, maybe the things that mattered, the gnarly emotional stuff inside, were things we shared. 

“ Look at us. Spilling our hearts to each other, looking like elves. That’s gotta be some sight to see. “ 

“ Well, just for the record, I think you make a pretty handsome elf. “ 

“ You think ? “ 

I made Steve Harrington blush two times that day. 

“ Suits you too. The pointy shoes and the hat and all that. “ 

And in that moment, I felt something in my change. Maybe Steve the hair Harrington was more than a pretty rich boy. And maybe that “more” was something I could see myself falling for.

Christmas eve came faster than I would’ve liked and though it was freezing cold, snow was nowhere to be seen. The mall closed Santa’s workshop early to “give Stanta time to deliver all the presents” when in reality Jeff who played Santa had demanded they close it early because he had a flight to Cabo waiting for him that he couldn’t miss for anything.

I knew that I had to go home at some point even if all that was waiting for me was an emotionally unstable mother and the reminder that I wasn’t even good enough for my own dad. 

Happy families were passing by me as I sat by the fountain in the middle of the mall, all wearing big smiles in excitement for the holidays to come. 

A part of me would always be bitter about the fact that this wasn’t me and that my dad had effectively taken this from me. 

“ So, I know tonight is Christmas eve and while I am miserable you relish in this season and probably have other things to do, but would you grant me a little bit of your time and let me take you somewhere ? “ 

Steve’s voice was soft and gentle as he stepped in front of me and held out his hand. I hadn’t even know he was still around, had assumed he had bolted the moment they let us off. 

“ You want to take me somewhere ? “ I asked, slightly confused and desperately trying to conceal the blush undoubtedly spreading on my cheeks.

“ Yeah, if you want to ? “ 

As if there was ever a chance I would say no to that. So I nodded.

Steve took my hand in his and I prayed to god mine wasn’t clammy or cold. Because on the list of people I ever held hands with, holding hands with Steve was definitely on the very top.

We rushed through the mall, through the crowds of last minute shoppers and past the exhausted employees desperate to go home to their families. We only stopped once we stood in front of the big iron door leading out towards the rooftop. 

Steve let go of my hand then and for a second I felt like something was missing, like his hand fit with mine so well I felt naked without it. 

“ Okay, look. I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day. The thing about helping people make happy memories of Christmas even if we don’t have happy ones ourselves. Soooo … I thought it was time to create some for us. “ 

“ You wha — Holy shit! “ 

The door srung open and the view that revealed itself to me, left me breathless. There were fairy lights all over, strung from left to right and back again. A small fake christmas tree stood in the middle of the roof, decked out in baubles and ornaments. Bing Crosby’s voice echoed from a stereo, singing about a White Christmas. 

It was like Christmas threw up onto this roof. I absolutely loved it. 

“ Steve this is — gorgeous. “ 

“ Wait it’s not all. “ 

“ It’s not ? “ 

He rushed towards a big duffel bag placed in the corner and fumbled around in it for a moment before pulling out what I can only explain as a huge pile of red fabric.

“ What is that ? “ I said, stepping onto the brightly lit roof.

“ Your dress. “ 

“ My dress ? “ 

“ Your red dress. Well actually it’s a read coat, I couldn’t find a dress. I hope this works. Symbolism and all that, huh ?“ 

For the second time that day, may heart started beating faster and my breath seemed to fail me. He remembered my fleeting mention of the dress. The red “white Christmas” dress.

“ It’s perfect. Steve, this is too much.“ 

“ It’s not too much. You spend every day this month, helping other people make happy memories. You deserve this. “

I didn’t know what to say then, there aren’t really words that would’ve been enough to properly express how I was feeling then. Grateful. Excited. Half in love.

I didn’t say anything to him then, just hugged him. And it seemed to me then, as he returned the hug tightly and warmly, that maybe Steve Harrington didn’t get hugged half as much as he should have.

“ Thank you. “ I whispered. He didn’t answer, just hugged me tighter. That was all the answer I needed.

The coat was warm and cozy and felt like a blanket or pure warmth around me. 

As I slipped into it, Steve looked at me in that special way every girl wants to be looked at. Like I was the best thing he had ever seen in his life. Like the world had stopped spinning for a second. And maybe this wouldn’t end up as some epic romance story but it meant the world in that one moment and that, I would cherish forever.

“ You look gorgeous, (Y/N). “ 

He was right. I did. 

“ So, I’m a horrible cook which is why our dinner tonight consists of hot dogs on a stick, orange chicken from the chinese place downstairs and as a dessert — “ he said then motioned to the various styrofoam containers before him “ mcdonald's apple pies. “ 

“ Truly a festive meal. “ 

“ Very much so. Would you care to join me for this dinner ? “ 

“ It would be a pleasure, good sir. “ 

And so we sat down on pillows that we placed on the floor, Steve wrapped a blanket around us, and we started stuffing our faces in greasy fast food. Various christmas songs serenaded us as the night slowly crept up and took away the sun completely. 

“ This is the happiest Christmas memory I’ve made in — a long time. “ I confessed to Steve. Steve Harrington who, just a few weeks ago, was but a thought in my mind of something that will never be. 

And now here he was. next to me,cuddled up in a blanket. Making memories together.

“ I’m glad I get to be a part of it. Your dad really sucks for leaving you. But it’s his loss really. I think you should know that. “

“ Thanks. Well I think your parents should be proud of you. You’re — pretty great, Steve. “ 

“ Hey uh — “ he said and bit his bottom lip anxiously “ you ever been kissed under a mistletoe ? “ 

“ I’ve never even seen a mistletoe in real life, I think. “ 

“ Oh that’s good cause the mistletoe was sold out at the store and the next best thing I could get was a laurel branch. Let’s just pretend. That’s — if you want to. “ 

“ It’s tradition, huh ? “ 

“ Yup. “ 

“ Can’t very much break such a lovely tradition. “ 

And as he held the laurel, excuse me mistletoe, branch above our heads, and his lips met mine in a kiss so soft and warm, the first snow of the season started softly falling around us.

“ You’re getting a white Christmas. “ I could feel Steve murmur against my lips. 

Oh I got so much more that night.

It is funny to think back to that year and remember the words he said about stupid traditions and the old man climbing into our houses. Because, as he tugs in our daughter and reads to her and tells her to go to sleep so Santa can come and eat the cookies they baked together and drink the milk they set out, it’s almost like he is more excited than our little girl herself. 

I no longer wish for snow. All I’m wishing for is to be able to spend my Christmas with the people I love most. My little girl and Steve, the elf, Harrington. 

_____

Taglist: Will add later, I’m too tired rn. 

[reindeersweaters]

A Hand for Mrs. Claus

Rating : T? I think...? Rude humor, some harsh language, and lots of implied sexual content... but I don’t think it actually warrants M? Idk... just be careful?

Words : 2492

Pairing: Anna/Kristoff

Continuation of the ‘Santa Baby’ series.

I will have you all know that I was bullied into writing this... okay not really. I wrote it because I wanted to. But a proposal was mentioned and I love writing my favorite cuties be happy together. This continues along the outrageous ‘Santa’ theme that I started. Merry Christmas to all and all that jazz. Enjoy~

                 He had the girl. He had the ring.

               Those were, apparently, not the two most important things when planning a proposal, Kristoff had found. The most important thing was to, in the words of his loving father who was still getting over his (vicious) cold; “grow a pair and just fucking ask her.” His mother had been absolutely horrified by the language but had agreed with the sentiment.

              Alas, there lay the problem, though. He was having some trouble getting up his courage. 

              It wasn’t that he was worried that she might say no. In fact, he was quite certain she would say ‘yes’. He just couldn’t find the right moment.

              He’d been carrying the ring around in his pocket for a full week, just waiting for the opportunity to get down on one knee to present itself… it had not.

              And Elsa had been absolutely no help. He’d asked her weeks ago if Anna had ever mentioned a particular way she would like to be proposed to.  

             “Nope.” Elsa had said, flipping the page of a book and not even looking up at him.

             “No, hot air balloons?”

             “Nope.”

             “No special hikes out to romantic waterfalls or anything?”

             “Nope.”

             “No butterflies and confetti?”

             “Kristoff you are over thinking this.”

             He probably was. But how was he supposed to ask the most extraordinary girl in the entire world to marry him. I mean, he was no slouch, he didn’t have any horrible deep dark secrets, and he knew he wasn’t ugly (though he’d never thought he was particularly handsome, his nose always felt too big), but those felt like remarkably small factors when he put them in comparison to everything Anna was.

              Gorgeous, funny, brave, absolutely brilliant, and so kind. And feisty. And so, so beautiful.

              All he had going for him was that he really loved her.

              How was he supposed to do this??

              And he needed to do it soon, because he had already shown his mother the ring he’d bought (terrible mistake, really), and if he didn’t ask her by Christmas Eve (in two days), he had no doubt his mother would spoil everything. She might actually just go ahead and ask her for him. And that would be a disaster.

               “Oh, Kristoff look!” Anna exclaimed, yanking his hand.

               The Christmas light display he and Anna were currently admiring was apparently one of the biggest in the state, and it was immaculate.

              Anna was practically vibrating as she pulled him along, ‘oohing’ and ‘ahhing’ at every new display and fixture.

               This is what had made the asking so difficult.

               It was a romantic, albeit very crowded, place. But Anna was very easily distracted.

               “Anna,” he cleared his throat, not for the first time that evening, preparing himself.

               “Huh?” She only glanced at him for a second, so as not to miss the synchronized light display to the song ‘Joy to the World’.

               “Um…” Kristoff rubbed the back of his neck quickly. “I was just thinking-“

               No, that was a horrible way to begin this. ‘I was just thinking’? Who starts a proposal that way?

               “You were thinking what?”

               “Just that… you look beautiful tonight.”

               “Awww.” She said peeling her eyes away from the twinkling lights to look at him. “Well that’s sweet. Thank you.”

               “Well it’s true.” He laughed. “You look beautiful every night. Every day, too. All the time, actually. And I’m always going to think that, even when we’re old and gray, and you know, dying.”

               “What?” Anna blinked and then laughed.

               “I-oh nevermind.” He sighed, tucking her hand around his arm and walking abruptly to the next display.

               “Oh, Kristoff, I wasn’t done looking at that- oh my gosh! Look at this!” She bounded forward, pulling him along again.

               He waited for his cringeworthy words to wear off, as Anna looked at different displays. Anna was remarkably unbothered, but Kristoff felt shaken to his core. He’d talked about dying… what the hell was wrong with him??

               When they came to a bridge that had a lighted archway overtop that blinked, twinkled, and shimmered in all different colors he realized the setting wasn’t going to get much prettier than this.

              He took a deep breath.

             “Anna.” He said firmly.

             He began to lower down on one knee and fish the ring from his pocket.

             A few people around them gasped in delight.

             And Anna did not notice.

            “Kristoff! Look, look, look! Just across the bridge.” Without even turning around she grasped ahold of his hand and jerked him forward.

            He stumbled, due to the fact that he had been getting down on one knee, and Anna glanced back at him briefly, but she didn’t see the ring in his hand and continued to pull him along.

            He’d blown it.

            He spent the rest of their excursion being a bit of a grump (he knew it), because how could he have possibly missed such a golden opportunity? It had been so ideal! In fact, he saw another two people getting proposed to in the same spot as they’d walked around the park again, and he hadn’t been able to use that spot again. He hated those other two couples for some reason.  

             “Are you okay?” Anna asked as they pulled up in front of their apartment. “You’ve been really quiet.”

             “Hm? I’m fine.”

             “Are you sure?” Her hand rested on his arm.

             “Yep. Just fine.”

             She didn’t believe him, he could tell. But he pulled the keys out of the ignition and hopped out of his truck without any further prying. He jogged around to Anna’s door and opened it for her, helping her on the slick sidewalk.

             As they approached the door, he saw a package resting there.

            “What’s that?” Anna asked.

            “I don’t know.” Kristoff was surprised that it wasn’t something Anna had ordered for Christmas (her cyber Monday shopping had been intense). “Is it not something you bought?”

            “No, all my packages came in already.”

            “Huh. It must have been misdelivered or something because I didn’t-“ He started to say then realization hit him. “Oh no!”

            He hurried to the door and swiped up the package before Anna could get a good look at it and tucked it behind his back.

            “What is it?”

            “It’s nothing!” He insisted.

            “Kristoff,” Anna raised an eyebrow. “Is it something for me?”

            “Um… kinda. I forgot I bought it… late the other night when Elsa and Olaf were over, and we had maybe one too many glasses of eggnog.”

           “Well what is it?” Anna giggled, skipping up to put her hands on his chest. “Or can’t you tell me?”

            “Uh,” his voice cracked, “it’s um. It’s nothing. I’m going to return it.”

            “What!?” Anna pouted. “You can’t return it! Not now that I’ve seen you got me something! Is it a Christmas gift?”

            “Well, not exactly-“

            “Then why can’t I see it now?”  

            “I think I bought the wrong size so-“

            “The wrong size? So, it’s clothing?” She looked excited. “It’s too small to be a shoe box.”

            “Erm… let’s go inside, please. Where the neighbors can’t hear this conversation.”

             As Kristoff unlocked the door, and was bombarded by Sven, Anna snuck behind him and swiped the package from his hands.

           “Anna!” He scrambled to get the door shut, and untangle himself from Sven’s slobbery dog kisses. “Please don’t!”

           It was too late. She’s already ripped the tape off the box and pulled out a very (very) skimpy red lingerie set that had white fur trim and came with a Santa styled hat, and a pair of long red gloves. The plastic packaging that it came in very clearly read “Sexy Mrs. Claus Costume” over the top.

“Oh my god.” Anna said.

“It was meant to be a gag gift,” Kristoff stammered quickly, trying to talk his way out of what a perverted weirdo he must look like. “You know because the other day I was dressed as Santa, it’s just a joke though!”

But when Anna turned, she was giggling, and smiling.

“I can’t believe you bought this!” She squealed with a huge grin. “I’m going to go put this on right now!”

“Anna, you don’t have to!” Kristoff insisted.

“’Santa’ is about to get a real treat!” She arched an eyebrow seductively, then scampered down the hall to their bedroom.

Kristoff looked at Sven, who seemed to be eyeing him saying ‘you didn’t ask her yet did you?’

“Don’t patronize me.” He sighed.

“Kristoff!” Anna called down the hall, sounding far to giddy for her own good. “Put on the Santa hat that’s on the entertainment center.”

“That’s just for decoration, I thought?”

“Just do it!”

Kristoff sighed, taking off his coat and putting it away in the closet. He obediently retrieved the hat as instructed. He jammed it on his head as he sat on the couch and crossed his arms.

This was absolutely ridiculous, and it was his own damn fault.

“Hey google!” Anna’s voice came from the kitchen. “Play ‘A Hand for Mrs. Claus’.”

“’A Hand for Mrs. Claus’ by Idina Menzel, sure. Playing on Spotify.” The disembodied voice echoed through their apartment.

Then Anna came skipping into view.

“I wish I had some thigh-high boots to go with this.” She told him. “But I think it fits pretty well.”

Kristoff’s jaw had gone slack and he was having trouble forming words.

“What do you think, ‘Santa’?” She cocked a thinly veiled hip and raised a gloved arm above her head, striking a pose for him.

“Uh, erm, yeah.” He stuttered, unable to take his eyes off her. “You look… wow you look- you look-”

“Proud of your costume choice, huh?” She giggled, bouncing (so much was bouncing) up to him.

She straddled his hips and draped her arms over his shoulders.

“Mhmm.” Was all he could mumble.

“Has Santa been working so hard this year?” She gave him a little pout.

She had put on red lipstick for this.

“Are you really going to keep up with this ‘Santa’ thing?” He chuckled, his hands going to her hips automatically.

“Well if the hat fits, wear it.” She adjusted the hat on his head to a cocky angle.

“I think that phrase is ‘if the shoe fits, wear it’”

“Semantics.” She waved it off, her lips coming dangerously close to his. “Though I think your feet would be too big for Santa’s boots, honestly.”

“I did actually have to wear my own work boots the other day.”

“See.”

“So, is this something we’re going to do every year now?” He could feel that he had a dopey grin on his face.

“Maybe,” Anna giggled, “I’m honestly having a lot of fun with it.”

“I can tell.” His nose brushed hers. “Thanks for the warning though. It will take a bit of mental preparation to be called ‘Santa’ every year for the rest of my life.”

Anna pulled back slightly.

“What?” Her eyes were wide.

Kristoff realized what he’d done.

When he and Anna talked about the future, it had always been full of promise. There had never been an ‘end’ in sight, so to speak. They had talked about their dreams (Kristoff wanted to own just a little bit of land, and Anna desperately wanted tiny farm animals at some point), they had talked about homes (Kristoff wanted to build one someday, and Anna insisted a secret passageway was necessary), they had talked about kids (They both agreed that lots of kids would be good).

They had taken each day, each week, each month, and each year with hope for the future together, but never had Kristoff so explicitly stated the words ‘for the rest of my life’.

Now he had to do it.

He wasn’t going to get a better opportunity.

“Anna.” He said standing suddenly, taking Anna with him and setting her on her feet in front of him. “You… are the most extraordinary person I have ever met.”

He got down on one knee.

“Kristoff!” She gasped covering her mouth.

“I may not have much.” He took her other free hand. “But Anna, I promise you, for as long as I’m living, I will give you everything I have. I will do everything in my power to be the man that you want.”

“You already are.” She whispered, tears leaking from her eyes.

He smiled.

“Anna, I love you with all that I am.” He fished the ring out of his pocket and held it out to her. “Will you marry me?”

He barely got the words out of his mouth before Anna was attacking him with kisses.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She laughed, and cried, and covered his face with red lipstick marks.

He stood to his feet and spun her around. He couldn’t help it. He was too excited to stay kneeling.

She quickly peeled off the long glove on her left hand and let him slip the ring onto her finger.

“We’re engaged!” She shrieked, and he was sure the neighbors would be able to hear her. “We’re going to get married! I have to call everybody! I need to facetime Elsa to show her this ring!”

“Maybe you should change?”

“She already knows we’ve got a weird Santa kink going on.” Anna said leaping out of his arms to find her phone.

“Excuse me, what?”

“OH, and I gotta call your mom!”

“Please…” Kristoff begged. “Whatever you do when you tell this story, do not use the words “Santa kink”.”

“Of course not! I’ll just say you proposed at home in the sweetest way possible.” She came over and planted a giddy kiss on his lips again. “Wait! You had the ring in your pocket already?”

“Yes, I’ve been trying to ask you all week.”

“Really?”

“I was actually nearly down on one knee on that bridge earlier.”

“Oh my gosh!” Anna covered her mouth, her eyes wide with both amusement and pity. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Kristoff insisted, giving her nose a kiss. “This was better.”

Then she kissed him. And again. And then her kiss lingered. He grasped ahold of her waist tightly and pulled her closer. She swiped her tongue against his bottom lip.

“You know, I can wait to call everyone.” She whispered, her voice low.

“Good idea.”

“Gotta make good use of this outfit first.” Her eyes were dark with desire. “I’m gonna be Mrs. Claus, after all.”

“God, I love you so much.” He chuckled moving his kisses to her neck.

He could have proposed in a fancy, flashy way. He could have had it written out in the sky. He could have proclaimed it loudly in front of crowds of people. He could have tried to make it ‘not him’.

But truly, nothing beat asking Anna to marry him when she was wearing nothing but a skimpy bit of see-through fabric and a Santa hat while they were at home. There were some immediate perks that he certainly enjoyed.

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Day 23 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

WOOOOO DAY 23 MY FRIENDOS LET'S CARRY ON WITH SOME SWEET ROMANCE! LET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @darkipli-ler @darkipliler @giggles-and-pink-mustaches​ and @wilford-lee-warfstache

Now we come…to the patron of Christmas. This being is known far and wide for being the bringer of hopes and dream and gifts and jingles and jangles and happiness to all those in the world who deserve it. That’s right, it’s Daddy Yule-UH…I mean Father Christmas. The jolly, bearded, chunky, sack bearing guy himself…though for some reason he seemed to be wearing garters on top of his trousers, and he also had a pink moustac-ohhh…it seemed Wilford Warfstache was taking on the role of Santa this year. He’d just collapsed with a happy sigh into a squishy armchair in the main living room, and smiled to his boyfriend.

‘Wowie that was tiring!’

Dark, who was on his knees next to the Christmas Tree, looked to Wilford with a sigh and a raised eyebrow.

‘That, my dear, is because you insisted upon putting all these presents under the tree whilst in your full Santa Claus garb.’

…there was in fact no lie here. Wilford was fully dressed up as Santa, with the white beard, the hat, the boots, red trousers and waistcoat and jacket…all on top of a fat suit. As a result, amidst the present depositing task, Wilford had gotten very tired very quickly. Even though he was sat, he still managed to put his hands on his hips as he replied to Dark passionately.

‘But I have to practise wearing it for an extensive amount of time if I’m going to be able to do it for the kids on Christmas Day Dark! Just imagine their cute little smiling faces!’

Dark let out a soft laugh, lounging on the floor on his side in white, suit-like pyjamas as he smiled up at Wilford.

‘You sap.’

‘You still loooove me!’

Dark rolled his eyes with a snicker, before raising an eyebrow when he felt something nuzzling his hand. He looked down with a grin and crooned.

‘Yes, yes I love you as well, god you’re as bad as him…’

Gooper gurgled and giggled, particularly when Dark used his blunt nails to scratch his underbelly playfully. Dark smirked at the little creature, before sending that smirk Wilford’s way.

‘Wow, you two really are alike.’

….Wilford was grateful for the fake beard right now because it hid his embarrassed blush very well.

‘You hush it! And don’t torture the poor bumpkin, he’s worked hard today!’

Dark rolled his eyes once more, before having mercy on the giddy, trembling little glob. He pet him instead as he softened his voice affectionately. Gooper had helped them so much today, working so tirelessly, he was a special, warm-hearted little glob.

‘That is true….I don’t know how we all survived in this house in the past without you…’

Gooper cooed and wiggled softly in response to that, before Dark booped him with a smile.

‘Alright, enough heartfelt things, off to bed or that underbelly is mine!’

Gooper squeaked adorably, and nuzzled Dark’s fingers before hurriedly speeding out of the room, making Dark chuckle and sigh, before looking back to Wilford.

‘Shall we head off too love?’

Wilford hummed, stroking his fake beard in thought, before straightening up in the armchair as he replied.

‘In a minute, while I’m in this chair though I wanna test something, c’mere.’

Dark raised a curious eyebrow as he stood, ambling over as his boyfriend beckoned him….but then the suave gentleman pursed his lips when Wilford patted his lap with a grin.

‘Come sit on Santa’s lap.’

‘No.’

‘C’mooon!’

‘Absolutely not!’

‘But Daaaark we have to check if I’m comfy for the kids!’

‘….fine.’

Dark huffed, looking around to check that they were absolutely alone….before he settled himself on Wilford’s lap. He couldn’t help but smile when Wilford grinned and pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him softly as he spoke.

‘So?’

Dark averted his gaze, feeling a tad bashful since it was such a sweet little moment between them.

‘You are comfy….as you always are, love.’

Wilford grinned, keeping Dark close so he could relish seeing him succumbing to the sweetness of it all. Wilford reached up to take of his fake beard, before cupping Dark’s face with his hands as he purred.

‘C’mere….’

Dark obliged happily, and soon they were both melting into each other’s lips, kissing warmly and gently and happily. Dark was gripping Wilford’s jacket as Wilford’s fingers snuck and nestled into Dark’s hair, and it was all beautifully sweet….until Wilford whispered.

‘Santa thinks you’ve been a naughty, naughty boy this year…’

Dark spluttered and pulled away from the kiss, cheeks going pink as he shoved Wilford’s chest, the owner of which was cackling his heart out.

‘Wilford! That’s rude!’

Wilford snorted amidst his mirth, eyes gleaming with his happy cheekiness as he purred.

‘Darn right it is honey, how’s my lap treatin’ ya?’

Wilford wiggled his hips with a smirk, which made Dark jump and let out a low growl. He leant in nose to nose with his boyfriend, and his eyes were narrowed threateningly….if Wilford wasn’t careful, Dark was seriously going to punish him for bringing rudeness into their sweet moment.

‘Any more rudeness out of you….and you’re getting it.’

Wilford’s and Dark’s eyes met….and Dark knew right away, before Wilford had even spoken….that Dark was going to be dishing out punishment to Santa Claus instead of mince pies.

‘….Daddy Yuletide at your service-!’

‘OH THAT’S IT!’

Wilford yelped with wide, giddy eyes as Dark ripped open his jacket and waistcoat, yanking off the fake belly strapped onto Wilford….before using his devilish fingers to dig into Wilford’s real tummy.

‘WOHOHOHAHAHA BAHAHABE NAHA!’

Wilford threw his head back with laughter, batting at Dark as he writhed around in the chair, trying to get up to escape….but with Dark solidly on his lap, that was impossible. Dark smirked, eagerly squeezing and scribbling Wilford’s soft abs as he purred.

‘Seems to me that it’s Santa who’s been the naughty one this year….and he needs to be punished.’

Wilford shook his head adorably as his limbs flailed, his cheeks a dark pink now as streams of bubbly cackles spilled from his lips. He tried hard to initially curl up, but Dark had leant right on top of him, so there was no chance of shielding any of his sensitive spots….Wilford was screwed.

‘NAHAHA IHIHI DOHOHON’T I DOHON’T!’

Wilford tried to insist, but he should have known better than to try and play to Dark’s morality….because when it came to tickling his beautiful annoyance of a boyfriend, Dark had no morality. He just smirked and tickled to his cool heart’s content.

‘Oh but you do….you’re such a naughty thing, and we can’t have any of that on Christmas Day, think of those poor children!’

Wilford howled as Dark dug into the sides of his stomach, making him kick out and squeeze his eyes shut with desperate flusteredness. It was such torture, and the fact that it was his evil, loving, teasy Dark tickling him to pieces….made Wilford crumble even more.

‘PLEHEHEASE BAHABY! I-IHIHI’LL BEHE GOHOHOOD!!’

Dark hummed in a disbelieving manner, relishing in how Wilford trembled and twitched as he used one finger to trail about over his tummy.

‘Hmmm….you don’t sound particularly sincere.’

Dark sneered, before slipping his finger into Wilford’s navel and swirling it about devilishly, making the moustached man beneath him squeal and arch his back cutely.

‘AAAEEE IAMIAM EHEHEEE IHI AHAAAAM!!’

Dark chuckled fondly at his hyper-sensitive darling, letting out a light, happy sigh as he watched him screw up his face with mirth and beg for mercy….whilst at the same time, never lifting a finger to fight him back. It was so beautiful to Dark, Wilford was so beautiful.

‘Mmm….you know, I’m still not sure….’

Dark purred, twisting his finger in the ticklish bellybutton at a slow, evil pace to make Wilford wail and shudder, encased by his ticklishness. Wilford was beyond embarrassed by this point, he was red faced, hot, nearly hysterical, and flustered not just by the tickles, but also by the smirking and chuckling from his boyfriend that he couldn’t escape.

‘PLEHEHEHEASE BAHAHABY!!’

Wilford cried with wide eyes, and Dark smiled…dammit, he never could protest against those sweet, chocolate, puppy dog eyes. Dark let out a playful growl under his breath, smiling at Wilford playfully as he crooned.

‘I suppose I don’t want you to go completely crazy….’

Wilford panted and giggled, relishing in the chills and goose-bumps happening all over his body as he looked up at Dark from beneath his eyelashes. He loved Dark so much, and honestly, Dark was someone that Wilford would allow to drive him crazy. Dark’s heart flustered when Wilford sported the beautiful, tired, lopsided grin in the whole world.

‘Hohow Chrihistmas spirited ohof you….’

Dark raised an eyebrow at his sarcasm, and leant in to ghost his lips over Wilford’s teasingly as his crimson eyes glimmered with flirty playfulness.

‘Really? You really think it’s a good time to get sassy with me?’

Wilford nibbled his bottom lip….before leaning in and nipping Dark’s bottom lip with a giggle.

‘Ahabsolutely.’

Their eyes me again, before Dark leant in and captured Wilford in a more passionate kiss, causing the moustached man to purr and melt and let the kiss take up all the focus in his mind. He even rested his arms on Dark’s shoulders as they made out….but Dark wasn’t done with his punishment yet. He smirked into Wilford’s lips as he let his fingers teasingly splay against Wilford’s inner thighs….and he chuckled when Wilford’s breath hitched.

‘….b-bahabe….’

Wilford’s whisper was weak and shaky, and his lips were already twitching as Dark smirked against them and purred, letting his fingertips trace the sensitive areas.

‘Yes dear?’

Wilford whimpered, smiling properly now as his eyes started to water adorably, and his thighs were twitching.

‘….i-ihit t-tihickles….’

Dark snickered fondly, growling as he kept softly kissing Wilford, wanting to drive him absolutely over the edge of flusteredness.

‘Excellent….’

Wilford whimpered even more as Dark’s fingertips and blunt nails ragged and circled all over Wilford’s vulnerable, sensitive inner thighs. Within minutes, Wilford was a mess of splutters, squeaks, beet red blushes and whines as he felt himself weakening completely at the tickling and affection.

‘P-Plehehease….D-Dahark….’

Dark smirked, raising a playful eyebrow as he purred, still teasingly tickling.

‘Yes dear?’

Wilford whined as he gazed at his boyfriend, his hands now moving to cling to his pyjama shirt as Wilford’s begged oh so preciously and handsomely.

‘P-Plehease….D-D-Dahahamien….m-mehercy….’

Dark blinked a few times, and his smirk melted away into a tender smile….dammit, Wilford using that name always made him weak….but in a way that Dark loved. His hands moved away from Wilford’s thighs so they could cup his face, making Wilford gasp and giggle residually amidst the mercy.

‘Anything for you, my naughty, naughty darling.’

Wilford absolutely lit up and giggled when Dark started to snuggle into him….and there they stayed. Honestly, they were probably the two naughtiest little shits in the entire household….and yet if anyone were to walk in now and see all the cuddling, kissing and smiling….they would say that it was nicest thing in the whole damn world.

WOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS NEXT FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOOO LUV YOUS XX

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Christmas Time Blues 

Word Count: 2,182 (I didn’t mean for it to be this long lol)

There was just two weeks left until Christmas. 

Well, thirteen days, twelve hours, and fifty-nine minutes, to be exact. Not that Alfred was keeping track or anything. There was no reason to anymore; everyone he had invited to his Christmas party had turned him down. They all claimed “something came up.” What could be more important than his traditional Christmas Extravaganza? Everyone went to that! Every year! What would he do with all the decorations and food he was planning on making now? Even Mattie said he couldn’t help him make his favorite maple flavored candy. Mattie would never turn that down! 

With a sigh, Alfred plopped down onto the couch. He supposed it was a good thing he sent out those invitations two weeks early. What a waste it would have been to have had everything set up only to be left to clean everything up himself when no one showed up. 

No matter, he’d make the most of it. He still had AJ, at least. His sweet Golden Retriever would no doubt love to spend more time with Alfred. They could play that new video game Alfred just bought, they could make cookies, and homemade dog treats! Yeah, who needed everyone else, all Alfred needed was AJ. As if to reciprocate this sentiment, AJ hopped onto the couch and settled next to Alfred with his head in Alfred’s lap. 

…

Christmas Eve...

The line for the checkout was taking way too long for Alfred’s taste. He would have used the self-checkout station, but there was a long line for those too. This had to be the only thing he had to hate about the holidays. Everyone was packed in like sardines. There was no way in, and no way out. It would be ages before he could get his groceries taken care of. How is it that so many people waited until the last minute for gifts? 

This year, decorating had taken Alfred only a few hours as opposed to the two days he usually spent sprucing up his two story house from top to bottom, and inside and out. He was only looking to impress AJ anyway, and AJ was always impressed with him. His decorations consisted of a stocking for him and one for AJ, their respective names written on them in blue and red glitter. His house smelled like gingerbread thanks to the wax warmer Francis had given him last year as a Christmas gift. He wrapped a garland around the rails of the staircase and put up his huge Christmas tree, which AJ helped decorate, and Alfred placed a bowl full of candy canes and hot chocolate packets. This Christmas was at least going to be a cozy one. On the outside, Christmas lights bordered the roof and awnings, plastic candy canes lined the walkway up to the house, a snow man-one made of actual snow-stood on the snow-covered lawn wearing a beanie, mittens, and a scarf. 

When he could finally pay for his things and go home, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He stowed his things away and sat behind the wheel before pulling his phone out. It was a message from Arthur. It read: 

Are you busy later tonight?

It was weird, to say the least. Arthur didn’t text him unless Alfred messaged him first. It also frustrated Alfred. Sure, everyone bailed on him because they had other plans, but on the day he had plans to do nothing more than spend the evening cuddling with his dog, he’s asked if he has plans? No doubt an invitation to do something last minute because Arthur’s plans fell through. No, that wasn’t fair at all. He slipped the phone back into his pocket. This evening was his now; it was his and AJ’s. 

AJ greeted him at the door, jumping up at him and pawing the front of his sweatshirt. “Hey, buddy. You ready for the best Christmas Eve ever?” The dog barked once in response and sat back to stare at Alfred expectantly. Alfred ran his hand through AJ’s furry head and behind his ears. “That’s right, boy.”

The rest of the evening, Alfred baked cookies and dog treats with AJ sniffing happily at his side. He had given AJ a little Santa hat and let him sit the ottaman he had dragged to the kitchen to let him get a better look. His Bluetooth speaker blasted traditional Christmas songs that made Alfred’s heart sink a little.This would be his first Christmas alone. Well, not completely alone, but alone enough that he missed the crowd of friends that gathered at his house every year. Looking to his living room now, he realized just how spacious and empty his house really was. 

His phone vibrated a couple times and his music paused. More messages. Alfred wiped his hands on his pants and reached for his phone. The messages were from Arthur. And Francis and Matthew? But why? He had a couple from each person. From what he could read, they really wanted to get a hold of him. A part of Alfred didn’t want to answer them. They didn’t deserve to hear from him when they so rudely cancelled on him and his awesome party. He placed the phone face down and let the music play once more. 

While Alfred waited for the cookies to bake, he and AJ took to the couch to watch some Christmas movies. The only thing he found were Hallmark movies and, even though he didn’t really hate them, he grew sick of watching the same thing over and over again. Luckily he had a couple of DVD’s of movies he did enjoy. He grabbed some homemade popcorn balls and gave AJ some treats to munch on. 

Alfred had gotten through most of the movie when a few sharp raps echoed through the cavernous living room, making him jump and catching AJ’s attention. Oh god, it was a ghost wasn’t it? The ghost of Christmas Past. What did Alfred do to deserve this? The knocking came again. 

“Please go away, Mr. Ghost. I didn’t do anything wrong! Ask AJ!” He pleaded, burying himself into the cushions. 

“Oh please, I can name at least three times that make your claim a complete lie,” a familiar voice answered. 

This ghost sounded oddly like..

Arthur. 

Alfred groaned. Great, so much for a silent night. “Go away.” 

“Alfred Francis Jones, you will open this door immediately,” Arthur demanded, his tone making him sound like he was Alfred’s dad or something. 

“Why should I? Don’t you have somewhere to be?” 

“As a matter of fact, I do. And so do you.” 

Alfred rolled his eyes. “No, you all cancelled on me. I’m not going to be your second choice. Go bother Francis or something.”

Arthur gave a loud sigh and after a few seconds of silence, Alfred breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally gone. 

There was a sound of keys jingling and the door clicked open. Damn, he had forgotten about the extra key he had given Arthur. Why did he even give him that stupid spare key? It wasn’t like he visited all that often. 

Arthur invited himself in and stood with his arms crossed in front of Alfred. 

“Can I help you? Your kinda blocking the TV. Look, now how am I gonna know if the guy can actually catch Santa’s sleigh?” 

Arthur only quirked an eyebrow. “You’ve seen this movie thousands of times, you know how it ends. Now, get up.” 

“No.” 

“Alfred, you’re being immature.” 

“And you’re being an asshole, now move.” 

Arthur looked like he wanted to scream, but instead he took a deep breath and plopped himself down next to Alfred. He watched the movie with little interest, his arms still crossed. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I moved,” was Arthur’s only response. 

For the life of him, Alfred had no response to that. He turned back to the movie; it was almost over now, just a few more minutes left. They sat in silence until the end credits rolled in. Alfred looked back to Arthur. He was dressed in a red argyle Christmas sweater, a pair of khakis, and black dress shoes.  

Arthur was watching him silently. He knew full well Alfred didn’t like silence. After a few agonizing seconds, he spoke. “Can I talk now?” 

Alfred nodded, unsure where this was leading. “Hold on, I gotta get the cookies out of the oven.” 

They both walked to the kitchen and Alfred pulled the cookie trays out with an oven mitt. He left them on the counter to cool. 

Arthur cleared his throat and turned his body to face Alfred. He leaned into the countertop before opening his mouth to speak. “See, we all got to talking, and we love your parties; they’ve become a tradition of sorts, but we decided we’d take a different approach this year. Something smaller, perhaps. Something we could all contribute to.” 

Alfred nodded, but couldn’t help but still feel a bit betrayed. “And you couldn't have just told me that? You guys just bailed on me with no explanation.” 

Arthur shook his head and reached over to pull Alfred into an embrace. It was only then that Alfred realized he had been crying, his tears soaking through Arthur’s sweater. “I’m so sorry, love. I didn’t think it would hurt you so much.We wanted to surprise you.” 

AJ joined them in the hug, placing his paws on Alfred’s chest and licked his tears away. Arthur held him by his shoulders. “Now, now. Enough moping, we have a party to get to.” 

Alfred wiped his face and ran up stairs with a huge smile on his face.They hadn’t forgotten him. He almost started crying again. He pulled on his favorite ugly Christmas sweater and nicest shoes. He ran back down to the kitchen, but stopped short and turned to Arthur. “Wait, shouldn’t I bring something? You said we’re all contributing, right?’” 

“Yes,” Arthur thought for a moment and looked down at the still-hot cookies. “But I think you’ve got that covered.” 

Not long after, Alfred, Arthur, and AJ were on their way to Matthew’s house. 

When they arrived at the familiar house Alfred bolted to the front door and knocked. A few seconds later a muffled “coming” could be heard before the door was pulled open and Matthew stood in his own ugly Christmas sweater and a Santa hat. “Mattie!” Alfred ran forward and pulled Matthew into a tight hug. 

Matthew laughed and returned the hug, patting at Alfred’s back. “Hey, Al.” 

Arthur could be heard behind them struggling to get a hold of AJ. The dog had jumped out of the car before Arthur could grab his leash, and he raced around the car. Arthur couldn’t keep up and fell in the snow.

Matthew gasped and Alfred laughed before pulling away from the hug and whistling to AJ, who came running, leaving Arthur to pick himself up. “Just lovely,” he grumbled. Alfred helped him brush the snow off his sweater and the trio and AJ made their way inside. 

The usual group of friends were waiting. Ludwig and Feliciano sat by the fire as Feliciano talked animatedly, Yao and Ivan admired the Christmas tree while sipping from Christmas themed mugs, and Kiku helped Francis cook and set up the dining table. 

Alfred released AJ and the dog ran straight for Matthew’s Samoyed, Kumajiro. The two pounced and ran around the living room. “Aw they missed each other,” Alfred said.

Matthew gave Arthur a sheepish look. Arthur gave him a knowing look and nodded. 

“So, Alfred,” Matthew began. He cupped his hands together in what looked to be an attempt at motivating himself to speak. “We’re so sorry we didn’t tell you what we had planned.” Matthew could be such a worrywart sometimes. 

“It’s alright, Mattie. I know you didn’t mean anything by it,” Alfred said, “ I’m glad it was surprise, this party looks awesome. Oh, that reminds me, I brought cookies.” Alfred handed his tupperware of cookies to Matthew. 

Francis slipped out of the kitchen, pulled off his apron, and gave Alfred a big hug. “Mon cher, I’m so glad you decided to come!” 

Everyone else turned to him and greeted him warmly with a chorus of “hi!” and “so glad you made it!” Alfred felt a bit embarrassed that he had even doubted his friends. They didn’t ditch him, they were only trying to surprise him, and it definitely worked. Everything was so amazing. 

Matthew’s house, although a bit smaller than Alfred’s, was big enough that the decorations and food everyone had brought in fit perfectly. Wait, Alfred wasn’t told to bring anything for decorations. “Uh, should I have helped decorate?” he asked. 

Matthew looked confused for a moment before laughing. “Nah, you’re good. You and AJ being here brightens the atmosphere enough,” he said, giving Alfred a pat on the back. “Now come on, I got some of that Christmas stuffing you love so much.” 

Alfred wasted no time in running into the kitchen after him. 

[celestialstress]

Sorry @cas-is-a-hunter​ I accidentally deleted the post, thank god for google docs

Well Quindlen, Quinndiana Jones, buddy, chum, pal your literally all my asks almost all the time thank you ily

This is for my and @itzshira‘s superhero au so they did help me tysm bean, bless

20 head cannons per character because all would be to much (200 in all)

And I will only be doing the ships in a separate post because I can

Roman

A tall boi at around 6’1, tallest boi

High school jock? High school theater nerd? Practices fencing in high school? Yes!

Flirty boi, and will look up at you with a wink well kissing your hand

Quality gentleman but will talk about himself a bit to much on the first date

His tongue pokes out slightly well he is working on stories or reading scripts

Plays the guitar

Quick to anger but will feel bad after, potentially spoiling their boyfriend after they fight unless he knows he's right or is still mad

Has a big family and is the oldest sibling, his siblings steal his Disney stuff and a dog named Princess

His eyes are brownish red but look red in curtain lighting

He and Remy have sleepovers where they will go to the mall spend like $200 and come home with a fashion show for the other

Over protective, but not in a bad way, yes yes there is a bad way (checking of texts and stuff that can make the other uncomfortable are the bad way)

Has made a comic but doesn't show anyone because he is scared of their reaction

“this is my lap now I have claimed it as a seat, best throne in the house”

Favorite video game, card game, and board game? Dance Dance Revolution, Uno, and Battleship

Tends to look up well thinking, leaning back on his heels as he does

Will overwork himself but not as often due to his beauty sleep schedule

Usually will tease and joke but is good as ‘reading the room’ and will become serious if need be

An overthinking child, but usually only when they are stressed

He will talk out his feelings but will sometimes hide things he thinks he can handle or are insecure about

VERY gushy about any crush he has “you'll see I'm their prince charming” and stuff like that

Virgil

Another tall boi at around 5’10, second tallest boi even if he slouches

His hoodie is oversized and baggy but it looks great

Sleep? No scrolling through tumblr for hours, same amount of nightmares, but those I can scroll past

His dad is bi and he the two live with his step dad and step brother Thomas

Fight or Flight? Leans more towards Fight

Has a little shadow wolf pup named Fang

Just moved here this year

Has quiet anger, going silent with everyone especially the person he is mad at.

When Virgil found out he had a crushed he probably (hopefully lightly) banged his head in a wall then face planted on his bed yelling "Ahhhhh" into it for knows how long

If anyone asked if he had a crush, even if they didn't specify the crush's name, he'd get defensive and refuse. Though you could probably tell he was lying

He is very bad at opening up to others, he does try but it's hard

Bites his fingernails, to be more specific his right thumbs nail

Walks to and from school with Roman, having usually playful arguments on the way

Favorite video game, card game, and board game? Fallout 4, Mafia, and Connect Four

Plays the piano and has learned half of his playlist on it as well as meme music

Roman has entered into his house when it was dark forgetting about a sleepover, just to walk in hearing Virgil playing horror music, or megalovania

But he is also teaching Patton how to play piano, they just started though

His playlist is larger than Roman's ego

Has gotten in a debate with Logan about crocs, no one left happy

Yes yes he does have his pet spider we love her, her name is Luna

Logan

Kinda tall boi at around 5’6, one things for sure, his stance is straighter than he is

Nervous glasses and tie adjusting

Used to be homeschooled

Someone please get this boy a more understanding mother, please our boy needs to understand that he isn't a failed and can relax

Gets really confused when it comes to emotions that aren't an everyday occurrence

Will stay up for days on end rewriting his paper, his cat doesn't help

The oldest in the group, and will use that to get the others to listen to him

Has an older brother who moved out right when he was 18, cutting off all communication with the family

Don't lie to him, he can literally read your thoughts

Nearsighted

Was in debate but almost got kicked out for yelling falsehood to much, so he uses the extra time to hang out with friends

He doesn't like to be held, most of the time at least, he does have his moments

When he has a crush he doesn't realise it and will question himself wait why did I share my crofters sandwich with him? Sure he didn't have a lunch but my crofters

Favorite video game, card game, and board game? Portal, Solitaire, and Risk

His selfview gets shattered by a douche named Richard (thank you Shira for the fitting name)

His dad works at home and is usually in his office

Well if one thing is for sure, Logan doesn't handle being upset very well, just don't get them silently mad

He has a hard time passing at classes and when he finally did traded it out for college courses

The smart boi will strategies things, but if one thing goes wrong he will have a very hard time functioning

Rarely flirts but can't take a flirt at all, unless they are mad then don't try but Logan.exe crashing is easy when he is relaxing

Patton

Smolest boi at around 5'1, he loves his height because he loves the tall slouched hugs of his friends.

Commonly wears oversized sweaters and shorts rather than a cardigan and sweater tied around his shoulders

This child is great at sewing, and made the other beans costumes using Roman and Remy's designs

Parents are usually on business trips and rarely home

Also still believes in Santa because “how would gifts get here if my parents aren't here for Christmas” thank you Roman

Has a pet hamster named Mr. Squeakers the first name is Sammy

Patton is more supportive than protective, though when he feels he needs to will block an attack or stand in the middle of a fight (which is more often than not)

He likes to be picked up, and really doesn't care by who most times

Probably has glitter or marker somewhere on him at all times

Farsighted

A cuddler, especially when he is tired, he will cuddle up to one of his friends or a doll and fall asleep

He can bake but not cook, don't let him cook

His hair is a curly mess no matter how much he brushes it

Favorite video game, card game, and board game? Animal Crossing, Go Fish, and Candy Land

He does have his cat hoodie but he usually wears it one or two days a week and as pajamas until he can or remembers to get it washed for school again

He was in gymnastics and is a very flexible child

Him and Roman were childhood friends

Will play connect the dots with the freckles on his arm when he's bored

Spends most of his day out of the house doing nothing in particular

When he realizes he has a crush is usually quickly after he gets one and his face goes pure red but he's happy about it

Deceit

Kinda tall boi at around 5'8

A very sarcastic child, usually when he is lying

This bean has vitiligo and it is mostly where his scales would be

Heterochromia as well, one green and one brown eye

Will confusedly shake gifts before opening them if he randomly received them

Has played a game of patty cake in a closet, probably the strangest experience he's had but he enjoyed it

Uses his magic to cheat on tests

Will poke out his tongue when annoyed

Upset Dee is not a Dee you want to deal with they can be very hostile unless they like you

Wears at least two bracelets everyday

An ace boi who we love

He loves his hat, his hat was a gift from his parents and he rarely takes it off

Literally changed some of his wardrobe to match said hat

Favorite video game, card game, and board game? Skyrim, Town Of Salem, Jenga

First to learn to drive

He plays the flute, and loves to play simple yet pretty melodies on it

He doesn't like parties but he won't say no if invited, though he usually stays near his friend or where there is the least amount of people

Will sometimes steal something small at parties

He has a pet garden snake named Luka, Luka is a good danger noodle who likes to chill in pockets

Usually wears colored contacts to school to hide his different eye colors

Emilie

Second shortest boi at around 5’3, and he hates his height wanting to be taller

Talking to himself during movies and shows? Yes

A nervous flirter most times but we stan

A lot stronger then he looks, and his sweaters don't help lol

He has a defensive anger and will argue easier when mad, or give them questions to make them shut up so he can leave

Will hide out by himself when mad or nervous as well

An easily jealous bean but we still love him

He loves to cook and is a good cook

Has more sweaters then I have friends

Just barely bad enough nearsightedness to make it so he needs glasses

He used to have fake glasses though now he hates his real ones

Plays the violin and learned the Steven Universe songs

Is a lucky bean, gets a TV in his room

Favorite video game, card game, and board game? Kingdom Of Hearts, Exploding Kittens, and Mancala

Holding hands and hugs are a given

Has little action figures and dolls around his room

Bold of you to assume he doesn't have way to many onesies for one person

Shops at hot topic for the fandom merch, but brings Remy because they enjoy everything there

Has a few posters scattered around his room but they are the cloth ones

He is very quick to self blame for instances and think “maybe if I did this-”

Remy

A medium height child at around 5'5, wears five inch heels to add on

Wears crop tops most often but idk where I got that idea from

Doesn't sleep and binge watches cartoons a lot

Addicted to coffee, and will shake without it after a while

Has and will just insult someone who is throwing punches at them and insult said person rather than actually fight in some cases

Their hair is a mess most of the time due to sleeping in and not having time to fix it

They live with their dad, their mom walked out on the family when they were five

They have Aniridia, and are almost always seen wearing sunglasses and watching shows for long periods of time can and is difficult

Has a very hard time opening up about anything, it takes a lot of trust

I guess you could say they've experienced a lot because I don't want to get into it but some of it involves alcohol and parties

Has played seven minutes in heaven once and they ended up literally playing patty cake in the closet because making out wasn't specified

Bold of you to assume they don't have a Scottish Fold, and bold of you to assume her name isn't Belle

Secretly watched all of SU and Adventure Time

Favorite video game, card game, and board game? Mario Kart, Cards Against Humanity, and Blokus

Their eyes have a gold ring around where the pupils should be when they use their magic canceling ability

Will either sleep for a whole day or not sleep for weeks

Has two leather jackets but most commonly wears their more warm out one rather than the newer one

Is the kid who pulled the fire alarm in elementary school

They are really good at rollerblading/ice skating

They ran out of coffee once after almost a week of no sleep and just shut down completely in class

Remilie

They will carry each other, even if Remy is taller, Picani is stronger and Remy is lighter than they seem.

Cuddles on the couch watching SU after making or buying brownies, depends on how lazy they are that day

Remy doesn’t know weather to be amused or annoyed with how people get so confused on the relationship

If they were to propose they would both have a ring ready on the date but Emilie would manage to get it out first, and Remy would just sit there in a excited shock as they pull out the ring they were gonna use

Sharing clothes is common between the two, even if their styles are completely different

The first time Remy took off their heels next to Picani he made a short joke, even if he’s shorter

Emilie will sometimes gain the confidence to flirt without being embarrassed which causes Remy to be even more flushed (less aww but more holy crap)

Remy rarely swears in front of Picani, it just doesn’t feel right to them

Picani keeps their house lights dim when ever Remy comes over so they can keep their sunglasses off

“Remy..? What are you doing..?” “mixing five hour energy, redbull and coffee” concerned Picani noises

Remy will sometimes bring their cat to Picani’s house without telling him beforehand, just because “I didn’t want Belle to be home alone”

Picani got rid of his coffee maker to try to help Remy stop drinking coffee

Remy still manages to somehow get coffee without leaving his house

Picani and Remy make small deals to slowly help the other with their insecurities “I’ll let you borrow my jacket if you can at least try to complement yourself more”

They really don’t fight until one can’t bottle it up anymore and the other impulsively responds

Remy jumping towards Picani not realising he had a drink and him dropping his tea just to catch them

Picani does need some help reaching the higher shelves where Remy will just climb onto the counter

Picani doesn’t want to push Remy to talk and Remy rarely wants to say what’s wrong or something that has happened

Picani is usually the first to initiate a hug, where Remy is usually the first to hold his hand

The insecurities of one is ome of the things that the other loves most about them (Remy’s pure black eyes and Emilie’s talking to themself during movies)

Logince

Forehead touching, and a soft kisses? Yss

One of them will usually give the other random facts of the day

“a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet-” “the rose was the theater next to the Shakespearean theater and it had a sewage problem causing it to stink that was made to mock it” “Logan why-?”

Star gazing on cool summer nights with a warm blanket in a hammock

Roman is really bad with roller coaster drops and will cling onto Logan

Roman is the type of boyfriend who will steal the fries from your plate

Logan enjoys Roman’s random bursts of inspiration where he will excitedly talk about ideas for an hour

Taking dance lessons together

Neither of them will let the other touch their hair unless they are tired enough

Small play tickle fights were Roman will sometimes purposely let Logan win

Roman does try to carry Logan it usually doesn’t end in his favor

The two do tend to fight, as all relationships do, but afterwards they will silently talk it out on the couch until they feel better or at least understand it better

Game nights on fridays

They both refuse to give up on a game of monopoly that has taken them two years so far

Roman will never admit it but he will play D&D with Logan

Watching Doctor who on the couch cuddling with a bowl of popcorn in between them? Definitely

Roman was the first person to see Logan cry, and Logan would be one of the first people who get Roman to talk about his insecurities

Roman is a flirty boi Logan.exe crashing is common (idk why I phrased it like this)

Debates on who's magic is stronger, it ends in more of a tie because neither of them will choose themself

Gentally cuffing the other ones face when they are upset so they would look at them? Yep

Moxiety

Virgil gives Patton piggy back rides

Patton tries to give Virgil piggy back rides but it doesn't work out to well

They have a movie night once a week, one gets to choose the movie every other week

Patton gives Virgil a lot of gifts but will feel bad at times when Virgil gives him gifts because “I have nothing to give you in return”

They will doodle on each other, sometimes just sit there for hours silently drawing on one another

Virgil will sometimes bake with Patton, learning a few cookie recipes from doing so

“okay I'm not letting you cook you usually end up burning yourself, I got this”

Playing with eachothers hair, messing it up and sometimes fixing it

Dancing with each other in the living room when no one else is there

The best hang out moments is when it's raining and they are sitting inside with hot chocolate

Virgil is more protective over Patton, because he knows Patton isn't one to fight people

Patton will sometimes put hair clips in Virgil's hair so he can see both of Virgil's eyes

Hugs are very common unless Virgil states he isn't in the mood to have a hug

Patton found out Virgil was being bullied and refused to leave his side at school even if it means being a bit late to class

“I won't leave your side not tell you won't get hurt and until you love yourself, even then I'm here to stay”

Neither of them really flirt but they do make crappy puns to see the other laugh

Patton borrows Virgil's hoodies and has a few overly sized hoodies in case Virgil wants to borrow them

Patton's ability let's him know when Virgil is upset so he will help Virgil as much as he can to feel better

Virgil took them to an amusement park on their six month anniversary

At the mall Patton would be shamefully holding Virgil's hand, and vice versa. They go to stores that they've been wanting to go to. It's not much shame it's just the world is still not as accepting as they could be of lgbtq+

[fallenesspoetry]

The [Uninvited] Guest

AO3 FFN

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Raymond Reddington(/)Donald Ressler

Warnings: Light swearing, season 4 and season 5 spoilers. Set before season 6.

Summary: Raymond Reddington, the Concierge of Crime, shows up at Ressler’s doorstep on Christmas Eve.

Child’s-palm sized flakes of snow were collapsing on the windshield of a black Chevrolet Tahoe. Its wipers swished back and forth, sweeping the icy drops with a hissing “Swoosh!” over and over.

Skyscrapers, grey and dirty by day, molded in nightfall, flickering in reds, yellows and greens. Brakes screeched and honks blared below, the street grey-and-white from mud and snow. Coffee shops signs invitingly winked with crisp lettering at every corner, ready to welcome a passer-by for a cup of hot latte.

Just when Tahoe left tail light flicked orange, a red right blinked. The SUV braked at the crossing, giving way to pedestrians. Those had definitely underestimated today’s weather—a trench coat wasn’t of great use; one’d better wear a woolen hat and wrapped themselves in a scarf. 

Washingtonians hadn’t expected this year’s winter to have learned some tricks from her Russian sister. Snow plows could hardly keep the road clean and spread salt on the sidewalks. The freak weather made all the sane folks chill at home, watch TV and, maybe, have a beer or two.

All, but Donald Ressler, the Special Agent with the FBI. Another day, another psycho on the streets. Thugs didn’t give a damn about Christmas, so the task force closed a case. It had definitely boosted their boss’s mood, so everyone got a Christmas day off.

Donald took the FBI’s civillian SUV to drive home because his own car would stuck in the Gulliver-like snow mounds. Anxiously drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, Ressler glanced either on his watch or the traffic light.

Christmas Eve was around the corner, almost hitting him in the forehead.

The twenty-fourth of December. Seven o'clock.

If he could, he would rather spend Christmas with his mom and brother. But the skies snorted at him, producing a flow of non-stop wet and sleazy cotton candy. He’d be lucky not to get into a blizzard on his way home.

The phone buzzed in his jacket’s pocket. Ressler slipped a curse. Red light had already turned green, so he hurried to push the gas pedal at the impatient “Beep!” from behind.

Someone must have really needed him, judging by the unsteady vibration tickling his chest every ten seconds.

Whoever this was, they could wait. He’d be of no use to anyone if he crashed right now.

Ressler cast a quick glance at the rear-view mirror. His heavily gelled hair was now messy and tousled like he’d just woke up. A few stray strawberry blond bangs fell onto his forehead. Pandas envied his eyes’ dark bags—sleep deprivation was his best friend these days. Steering his way through, he unconsciously licked his full, chapped lips, dehydrated from the AC’s hot air.

Someone hysterically honked behind again. To his left a reddish Mazda rushed to blinking green at the intersection.

Jerk.

In no time Donald braked at red light. The dick of a Schumacher had already halted there.

“Suck it,” Ressler muttered, loosening his tie. His eyes on the traffic light, he resisted to show that dick the middle finger.

Donald rubbed his sore eyes, their green-tobacco hue gleaming in the tail lights of a car in front.

One could squeeze him like a lemon and he wouldn’t feel a thing.

Shower. Dinner. Bed. 

A workaholic Holy Trinity.

The light changed to green.

About time.

Already dreaming of his comfy quilt and pillow, Ressler accelerated. Chevy’s engine gratefully purred when he smoothly shifted the gear, speeding up.

The vibration in his left inside pocket was almost aggressive. And the snowfall inherited dogged vibes from his cell too: he could barely see anything on the road, snowflakes splashing over the windshield with a nasty slurping sound.

Passing a Chinese take-out to his right, Ressler finally took the cell out of his pocket.

Nick’s Pizza.

Pizza delivery, my ass. He knew who hid behind that caller ID.

“Yes?” Ressler angrily blurted, pressing the cell to his ear.

“Good evening, Agent Ressler.”

He would have recognized this voice out of hundreds, no, thousands of people. Silky smooth, always with a hint of a genuine laugh at everything. But most of the time it was he, Donald, the guinea pig of the mockery.

The infamous Raymond “Red” Reddington. 

Each time Red gave the task force a case, Donald, his teeth gritted, would cut a deal with his own conscience. The Bureau threw a scumbag behind the bars; Reddington—got rid of an annoying competitor.

“Shouldn’t there be a Christmas tree for Christmas?” Reddington politely inquired.

Tahoe jerked, almost sliding in a dangerous proximity to a street pillar, but Ressler steered her right back in a moment.

“What…” he bit his tongue not to slip a curse, “tree?”

“Green, Donald. My God, these walls… No wonder you’re so uptight.”

Who the fuck he thinks he is?!

Ressler didn’t breath a sound. He dug his fingers into the steering wheel so hard it hurt.

“I apologize for the intrusion, but I’m afraid it’s rather urgent. Besides, no one of sane mind would look for me at your place.”

If he could, he’d bribe any amount of mercenaries if it spared him of this arrogant, self-absorbed, ridiculously wealthy prick.

Fortunately or not Reddington was the adjunctive informant to the FBI. It meant he was his responsibility, regardless how badly Ressler wanted to barbeque his guts. Ressler would always do his job even if the only mention of Concierge of Crime made his stomach turn with disgust.

“I’ll be there in two hours,” Donald growled, hanging up, and pushed the gas pedal to the floor.

If the blizzard went on like that, he’d be home way past Christmas.

*

Ressler parked the car, trying to wrap his mind about the fact Raymond Reddington broke into his apartment.

It’s Christmas, for God’s sake!

Muttering curses, Donald picked up his laptop bag and three pizza boxes from the backseat.

He sauntered to the front door and turned the doorhandle. The hall met him with the usual epileptic blinking—one of the bulbs hadn’t met its end yet.

Cleaning the mailbox of ads and bills, Ressler threw the latter into the bag with pizzas.

The elevator softly beeped behind his back.

Donald got in and pressed “10”. The elevator creaked up to the tenth floor much longer than usual, its snail-like speed driving him crazy.

It suddenly stopped, the door opening at the seventh floor. A man stepped in, wearing a grey coat and a red hat. His snow-white beard and thin rimmed glasses reminded Ressler of Santa Claus. The man’s hands were busy with two green and bushy Christmas trees.

Really?!!

Life had a twisted sense of humor.

Somewhere a cell rang.

Not mine.

“Yes, honey,” the stranger said, trying to make one of the trees stand straight on the floor. A trace of unwavering obedience was heard in his voice. He glanced at the changing floor number. “Just as you asked—” His forehead sank into a confused frown. “But, dear…”

A spiteful hissing of the man’s wife on the other end reached Donald’s ears. Nerves of steel? Endless love? He hadn’t even raised his voice to argue.

“I’ll figure something out… Yeah, okay.” He let a weary sigh. Noticing Ressler, he asked, “Want a Christmas tree?” There was so much hope in his voice that Donald felt sorry for him.

But he wasn’t sure it was a good idea. And yet nothing in his apartment said “Merry Christmas!” except three pizzas—cheese, pineapple and anchovies—and a six pack of beer he had bought before.

There was a box with Christmas lights somewhere in the kitchen. And another box with Christmas toys in the closet.

“Yeah, why not.”

Donald reached for his wallet.

“Nah, it’s Christmas,” the man said. The elevator halted on the tenth floor. “Woah, we’re neighbors. Merry Christmas!”

“You too.”

Ressler had almost took the keys out of his pocket when he reached the door to his apartment. A second later he realized that Reddington had already to be inside. 

He simply turned the handle and entered. It took some time and effort to secure the Christmas tree straight up, but he managed. It stood perfectly still so far, leaning against the wall. He also put his laptop bag and pizza down.

The hallway smelled of home baking.

Neighbors? If it was Reddington, he’d rather eat his badge. 

The Concierge of Crime in the apron? Ridiculous.

“Ah, Donald, here you are. I was getting worried you’d stuck in there,“ Reddington’s sneaky voice caught him off hard. 

The badge slipped from Ressler’s hand, but he managed to catch it. He felt Reddington’s eyes on him, so he muttered something about the weather.

Reddington knowingly nodded, his eyes shifting to the Christmas tree, almost five feet tall.

“Ah, the spirit of Christmas isn’t dead, is it? Well, what are you waiting for? Come on in.”

“It’s my apartment,” Ressler growled, taking off his shoes.

Whenever Reddington was around, Donald felt a worthless, miserable loser. It wasn’t true; he had been on top of his class in college and at the Academy. He had spent countless hours undercover and conducted a series of successful operations.

The one and only time the luck had turned its back on him was the Concierge of Crime’s assassination in Brussels.

It cost him dearly—he had to work his way back for almost a year to restore his reputation.

Few years later Raymond Reddington surrendered to the FBI, demanding to speak exclusively with the man who had spent the prime years of his career chasing him all over the world. 

Soon enough Donald spent more time napping on the jets to Cuba, Mexico and Prague than at his bed. His fiancé, tired of the competition, left him. He couldn’t blame her, though.

Now Reddington looked much better in person than his sketch in the database. Well-groomed, not a wrinkle on the round face, though he was over fifty. He was slightly overweight whim made him quite appealing. Some agents called him “Reddybear” behind his back.

Ressler could argue that Reddington’s reaction depended on his appearance or age. And as much as he wished to ignore it, it had saved his life once.

However, if he had the chance, he would rather shovel the Christmas tree star up into his ass.

Is he glued to floor or what?

Reddington still stood there, his thin lips twisted in a cheeky grin.

What the..? Whatever.

Donald took off his black coat and hung it on the rack. After a day of nonstop run-and-chase even a vagabond wouldn’t want to wear his coat. He had almost let a low grunt seeing Reddington’s ash-colored cashmere coat on the rack next to his leather jacket. 

Reddington was a sucker for luxury and wealth. He would always show-off wearing his three-piece suits and rarely stepped outside without a fedora.

Tonight wasn’t an exception.

“Donald, you’d better wear a scarf next time. You don’t want to catch a cold, do you?”

Almost rolling his eyes, Ressler watched Reddington leave the hallway. He took the Christmas tree and went into the living room.

What the hell…

To say he was surprised was an understatement.

“I asked Dembe to give me a hand. He wanted to help with the Christmas tree, but since it’s your place, I think you should be doing it.” Reddington took a sip of whiskey from the tumbler in his hand.

Ressler missed half of the sentence Reddington was saying, trying to take in what had just happened to the living room.

“…We left the bedroom untouched. Unfortunately, the nightmare you call ”wallpapers” is still there. However,” Reddington grinned, “you don’t invite the guests straight to bedroom, do you?”

Donald had an urge to show the exact destination he’d love to invite Reddington. Part of him wanted to strangle the bastard for what he’d done, but the other part was actually grateful. A tiny bit. Just a bit.

The room had indeed become much better: an old and tattered couch was replaced with a new, wide and comfy along with two armchairs. The walls were painted in a pleasant sandy yellow instead of the old wallpapers peeling off at the corners. There was a couple of plant pots on the windowsill—Donald had no clue where they came from. He wasn’t a plant-friendly guy, so he’d bet a hundred bucks those were dead in a week. 

Now the living room was much cozier than before. His coffee table remained at the same place, and yet it was fixed up, scuffs and scratches gone. A neat pile of The Washington Post and car repair mags had been left exactly the same way Ressler did this morning.

“You like it?” Reddington asked, a hint of genuine care heard in his voice.

Reddington and care? I must be delusional.

“Yeah, thanks. But why?”

“It’s Christmas. Of course,” Reddington gave him a foxy smile, “I’m not expecting anything in return. Gifts make me uncomfortable.” He took another sip. Swirling the tumbler, he said, “I’m afraid I couldn’t help myself. I usually prefer the taste of a much higher price tag, though… I hope you don’t mind.”

“Does it make a difference?”

“Donald, you’re a picture of hospitality.”

“I’m not the one who breaks into the apartments on Christmas.” Ressler pointed at the Christmas tree. “A hand, please?”

To Ressler’s surprise, Reddington actually helped him to put up the Christmas tree.

“Thanks. Where’s Dembe?” As far as he remembered, Dembe was Reddington’s shadow to follow him wherever he’d go. “I owe him for this one.”

For a moment Reddington’s eyes seemed to get wet with tears.

No, just a trick of light.

He and Reddington shared the same eye color—a rich green-tobacco. Each time their eyes met Ressler felt extremely odd and uncomfortable.

As if you were looking into your own.

But the difference was, one would want nothing but to escape the hard, assessing stare, picking every detail, every change you hadn’t even suspected of.

Reddington had a massive amount of dirt on everyone—CEOs, politicians, bankers, defense contractors… You name it. He also knew the whereabouts of the most dangerous outlaws no one had even heard of. Nothing slipped from him. He told Ressler once that almost all people were an open book for him. It was true.

At times Ressler was terrified at what Reddington could’ve read learned about him. He wished to erase a lot of stuff for these years of the game Reddington and the Bureau had been playing.

The fact that most of his memories involved Reddington, the man who forsook his flag and country, drove Ressler nuts.

At first he was desperately looking for the “Why me?” answer. Somehow he wanted to believe it was he who made Reddington surrender.

What could possibly the most boring person like himself do to make Concierge of Crime seek the FBI’s protection?

So he let it go.

“He’s with his granddaughter,” Reddington answered.

“Oh.”

It was beyond awkward. If he didn’t know better, he’d say Reddington had the blues.

Could he, really?

Reddington’s eyes faded, and he seemed rather stiff. For a moment Ressler missed the Reddington who’s used to cite one of those smart-ass quotes or crack a joke. Obviously, the favorite subject of ridicule was he, Donald. But eventually Ressler simply rolled with that.

Unexpectedly for himself he wanted to soothe him somehow.

Soothe?!! Soothe him?!!

Reddington was the FBI’s asset, an informant. And an extremely dangerous criminal. His empire thrived on money laundering and arms dealing. Any competitor met his maker in a shot. Literally. And though Reddington had never killed an innocent man, it didn’t change the fact he had blood on his hands.

So why it feels like shit?

The man before him wasn’t the Concierge of Crime, but a man, drowning in sickening, almost suffocating loneliness. The one Ressler knew too well.

At least there was one thing they had in common—building bulletproofs walls around themselves. Anyone who’d try to pass was immediately brushed off, with no further regrets.

The fact Reddington hadn’t hopped on his private jet to Monte Carlo, but came over to the person who hated his guts, was quite telling.

Reddington and those like him didn’t have friends. Allies, partners, acquaintances… Anyone but friends.

The very first year of Reddington and the Bureau’s symbiosis was memorable. Ressler caught a bullet into his thigh and lost lots of blood. And, as fate would have it, he got locked up with Reddington. And he, to Donald’s utmost surprise, performed a field transfusion which saved his life. Ressler was lucky they shared the same rare blood type—B negative.

Suddenly Ressler realized a thing.

Reddington considered him a friend. At least, in his twisted paradigm. If to roll with the snarky comments, Reddington must have a sort of admiration for him. He even told him that in person. But Donald would rather swallow a bullet than admit he respected Reddington.

They went into the small kitchen. There were two bags from the Sticky Fingers on the counter. The mix of ginger and vanilla in the air reminded Donald about his mom’s baking. He’d sell his soul for her pie with berries and wallnuts.

Donald put pizza boxes on the counter and then looked into the first bag.

Ginger-honey biscuits, ginger biscuits, chocolate muffins, pretzels, cupcakes, donuts. The second bag was with pies. One of them Donald instantly recognized—his Mom baked exactly the same. The other one was a meat pie.

“I didn’t know what you like. There must be baklava somewhere too.” Reddington put a teakettle on the stove, ignoring the electric one just on his right. “If we want to have Christmas dinner on time, we’d better dress the green lady up in the living room first.”

Concierge of Crime making tea in his kitchen! It’s like a snowstorm in Ecuador.

But there he was, in flesh and bone, humming some Christmas carol.

“You said it was urgent. I’m all ears.” Donald opened the drawer, taking out the box with Christmas lights. 

A number of conflicted and particularly twisted emotions was itching within him right now. The change of the subject seemed the perfect way to cool down.

“Ah, indeed. Must have slipped my mind.” Reddington paused. “I’d like to offer you a job.”

“The FBI works for you already. I can’t believe I’m saying it, but it’s a fact,” Ressler said, trying to untangle the lights’ cord with the bulbs. 

Somehow Reddington knew the exact place Ressler kept the cups and dishes. He unpacked the pie and one of the pizzas and put them in the oven. Then—arranged the muffins, cupcakes and pretzels on the plate. The rest of the goods he hid in one of the cupboards where Ressler kept bread.

Reddington found the teapot Donald hadn’t used since college and added the tea in it.

“Forget the FBI. I need you. You’re the best man for the job. Especially after Laurel’s death.” 

At this point Ressler would love nothing more but to strangle Reddington with the Christmas lights’ cord and, maybe, lit it up. 

Laurel Hitchin had been his nightmare for more than a year. Deep down he knew it had been an accident.

I didn’t mean it, for God’s sake!  

But he didn’t call it in.

Instead, he called a cleaner. 

Like the last piece of thrash on Earth. 

Of course, the luck had turned its back on him. Again. So he, once an honored FBI agent, did a number of unforgivable, horrible things. Bribing witnesses, blackmailing, moving the dead bodies, covering up murders, fabricating evidence… He did all that to keep his secret safe. 

“I was ready to go to jail. I didn’t need your help. And I didn’t ask to burn Prescott alive!”

“That’s why I need you, and no one else,” Reddington put a cup in front of him and sat at the table. “You trust no one but your gut. You’re walking on a tightrope, yet at the end of the day you make the right choice. And you can’t be bribed.” Reddington gave him a wide grin. “And, finally, you’re damn good at what you’re doing.”

“As hundreds of other agents.”

“Donald, don’t be shy,” Reddington took a sip of tea and bit at the ginger-honeyed biscuit. “M-m… Perfect. If you like honey, you’re going to like this one.” Red took another sip. “Think about it.” 

Ressler wanted to refuse at once, but Reddington raised his index finger. Apparently, he wouldn’t take “no” for an answer.

“You have a week.”

Ressler sighed deeply. The cup warmed his hands, but on the inside he felt colder than an iceberg.

He didn’t realized the room was getting filled with the smell of prunes and apricots mixed with pineapples, until it’s aroma tickled his nose.

“Better do a raincheck on that.” Reddington stood up, and went to the oven. 

And Donald was left to fight with his own conscience.

To work? For him?!

The system he always put his trust with had been rotten to the core. It stank of corruption and cover-ups. More and more cases got tossed away if some moneybag threw in some cash here and there. And one could do nothing.

But what Reddington was offering… It crossed everything he woke up for in the mornings.

To seek justice for those who couldn’t do it on their own. And to punish those who deserve it.

But hadn’t he crossed the line one couldn’t go back?

The world wasn’t no longer black and white, good and evil. 

Because Reddington showed him there was much more to it.

And hadn’t he become everything he loathed?

A crooked cop.

There was no way to change that, no matter many scumbags he’d lock up.

No way to erase it. No way to make amends.

Reddington stared at him. There was something in his eyes Ressler couldn’t identify yet.

Empathy?

Understanding?

“I know what you’re thinking, Donald. And no, there are plenty of men capable of a killing job at my hire. I wouldn’t ask you to do that. At least out of the respect how much you value someone’s life.” Reddington paused, looking Ressler straight in the eye. “Even if it’s as miserable as mine.”

Ressler winced at the memory he had once caught a bullet for Reddington.

“You’re my responsibility. No matter how badly I hate your guts, it’s my job to protect you.”

“I know, Donald. And I’m ready to do the same for you.” 

Reddington gave him a long, piercing look. It seemed he was put under the microscope. Ressler could swear his whole body grew Alaska-like cold on the inside.

Donald withstood the overwhelming, almost stripping stare. Though the tide of doubts within was already coming up, ready to gargle him.

He didn’t know what to say. To he honest, he’d always been allergic to this elaborate and confusing mechanism they called a human soul. That was the reason he had almost flunk the exam on profiling.

Reddington theatrically clapped his hands.

“My goodness, the time! Donald, decorate the Christmas tree. We have one hour left. But please, don’t fall from the ladder like last time. Remind me, what was your disguise?.. Ah, the museum curator. An early Picasso hit you really bad on your head, didn’t it? Fun times, fun times indeed…”

It took Ressler a real effort not to roll his eyes on him.

This year’s Christmas seemed fun. Sort of.

Well, at least there was one thing he was still sure of.

You won’t get bored with Raymond Reddington.

[ericsonclan]

All I Want For Christmas is You

Summary: Minnie and Renata go out to karaoke and sing some Christmas songs.

Word Count: 1483

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Minnie sat on the couch, waiting patiently for her wife who was getting ready for the date. It was sure to be a fun one. Minnie had never gone to a karaoke place during the holidays so this was all new to her. Still, wherever she went with Renata she always had fun, even if it ended up being a bit chaotic at times. With a tired sigh, Minnie leaned back, her eyes wandering over to the advent calendar.

They had gone with Hot Wheels this year. Renata had been excited to get exclusive Christmas-themed Hot Wheels. The way she had bounced on the balls on her feet with that excited shimmer in her eyes had sold Minnie on the idea. Besides, Minnie had gone way overboard this year with buying the Christmas Lego sets. She must’ve gotten three or four different ones. The evening that she had gotten those sets had turned into an all-nighter as the redhead carefully worked on the different Legos, finding the perfect spots where their dalmatian Esperanza wouldn’t knock them over. Once she had found the ideal spots she got to work creating the little winter wonderlands. Building a little ice rink, a bakery decorated for the holidays and Santa’s sleigh along with the reindeers made Minnie beyond happy.

The redhead glanced over to one of the sets where Santa was chilling with the elfs in the toyshop when suddenly the pitter-patter of Esperanza appeared along with the jingle of a bell. The dalmatian soon appeared wearing a Santa outfit along with a hat that had a bell on the end of it. Immediately Esperanza spotted Minnie which made her tail wag happily as she trotted over proudly.

“Hey there, Esperanza, seems like you’re getting in the Christmas spirit,” Minnie smiled softly as she gave her dog a few head scratches. Esperanza soaked up the attention and affection, loving every second of it.

“She isn’t the only one!” Renata gave a flirty smile as she walked over in a fitted red t-shirt that helped show off her figure. That along with the skinny jeans made Minnie’s face grow hot. It only grew hotter when Renata got up on her lap and stole a strong kiss. Minnie immediately deepened the kiss as Renata’s arms wrapped around the back of her wife’s neck. The two shared that kiss then another one before Esperanza hopped up and bumped into Renata as she settled down on the couch.

“Espy! You’re supposed to help me out, not sabotage me!” Renata teasingly smiled over at the dalmatian then pressed one more kiss to her wife’s lips. “Alright, ready to get our karaoke on?”

“Fuck yeah I am!” Minnie wrapped her arms around Renata and got up, spinning her wife around for a few seconds. She was definitely getting swept up in the thought of a holiday date with Renata. Renata’s happy laughter filled the room as she peppered Minnie’s face with more kisses.

After a minute Minnie placed Renata back down and the two walked hand in hand to the front door. They took turns helping each other with their coats and scarves and soon they were out the door and into the cold, snow-filled world. The pair chatted excitedly as they made their way to the car where Minnie held the door open for Renata. Once they were both in the heated car Minnie started up the journey towards Moonstar Karaoke.

“So, which songs are you going to sing when we get there?” Minnie looked over at Renata who had a playful smile on her lips.

“That’s a secret, partially because I don’t know which songs they have there,”

Minni laughed. “True. Well, we should definitely do a duet together,”

Renata let out a small, excited gasp, her eyes sparkling happily, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, I can’t wait to get there already, Minipie!” Renata leaned over, planting a kiss on her wife’s cheek. The romantic gesture made Minnie’s heart flutter happily.

“Yeah, I can’t wait either,” Minnie smiled over at Renata then continued to drive. When they arrived Renata immediately intertwined her fingers with Minnie’s. After talking to the receptionist and getting what they figured would be a good amount of hours they made their way to the fourth room on the right.

“Alright, let's get this party started!” Minnie beamed as she grabbed the microphone and worked to select her first choice. It was a tough decision, there were so many good holiday classics here. After debating for a minute though her finger tapped on her choice. Renata sat on the couch, ready to cheer on her wife and excited to see which song she had picked. Soon happy guitar strings plucked along with the accompanying instruments. It took Renata only seconds to recognize which soon it was, her ears instantly perking up.

“Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Prospero año y Felicidad,” Minnie smiled as she sang to her wife who seemed to be beyond happy right now.

“Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Feliz Navidad

Prospero año y Felicidad,” The redhead strolled forward and held out her hand. Renata grasped it and within seconds the two were dancing together. Minnie spun around Renata quickly then continued to sing.

“I want to wish you a Merry Christmas

I want to wish you a Merry Christmas

I want to wish you a Merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart!

I want to wish you a Merry Christmas

I want to wish you a Merry Christmas

I want to wish you a Merry Christmas

From the bottom of my heart!”

Minnie kept singing her heart out as she enjoyed the fun dance with Renata. Before either of them knew it the song was done and it was Renata’s turn.

Renata had a mischievously flirtatious smile on her lips as she worked to select her song. Once it was selected she turned to face away from Minnie which confused the redhead. A familiar tune of bells played and in an instant, Minnie knew which song Renata had selected. As the first words appeared on the screen Renata turned around slowly and dramatically. She walked forward, her hips swaying as she made her way towards her wife.

“I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need,

I don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree,

I just want you for my own,” Renata’s hand brushed against the side of Minnie’s face while she smiled flirtatiously.

“More than you could ever know,

Make my wish come true -

All I want for Christmas is you, yeah!” Renata took a few steps back and started to really get into the song.

“I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need (and I)

Don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree,

I don't need to hang my stocking

There upon the fireplace,

Santa Claus won't make me happy

With a toy on Christmas Day,

I just want you for my own,” Renata moved once more to Minnie and sat on her lap, her fingers walking up Minnie’s collarbone and her hand stroking her face.

“More than you could ever know,

Make my wish come true,” Renata took a quick second to steal a kiss.

“All I want for Christmas is you,

You, baby!”

Renata got up again and continued to sing, smiling proudly when she saw how flustered Minnie had become. Soon the song finished up though and Renata placed down the microphone for a second to catch her breath.

“Well, did you like the first of many Christmas surprises, Min?” Renata walked over and sat down next to Minnie.

“Yeah, I liked it alot,”

Her words made Renata beam with pride. The two sat side by side but it wasn’t long before they each took a few more turns. Each of them cheered the other one on as they belted out their favorite Christmas tunes. After a while, though they needed a break.

“So, wanna do the duet now?” Minnie asked as Renata climbed into her lap.

“Ooo! Yes!” Renata snuggled up close and moved Minnie’s arms to wrap around her. Soon Minnie’s chin rested on her shoulder.

“Which song do you want to sing together?”

“Hmm?” Renata tapped a finger on her chin for a second. “Oh! Let’s sing ‘Baby, it’s Cold Outside’!”

Minnie smiled at that suggestion. “Sounds fun, wanna start it now?”

“Yeah!” Renata untangled herself from Minnie’s arms and hopped up to her feet. Holding out her hand, she smiled when Minnie accepted it. Pulling her wife forward Renata soon selected the song and the pair began to do their duet together, knowing that as soon as they got notified their time in the karaoke room was reaching an end they’d extend it. As they sang together both of them felt the same warmth. There really was nothing quite like singing together.

[if-i-want-to-dance]

Dance with Devils Imagines for “Decorating the Christmas Tree”

Going to be completely honest here.

I really, really miss @dwdshit and @dancewithdevilsimagines. And all of the other headcanon blogs that used to be active. If there are any anyone knows of, could they please tell me?

Before anyone gets excited, I am not accepting head canons or anything like that. I don’t have the time or sufficient passion to maintain a constantly updating headcanon blog. I’m a busy girl and they take ages to write.

But seriously, I have so much respect for them now. Not that I didn’t before or anything. But yeah, I’m going to try writing some headcanons and see how they turn out.

Anyway, here are some headcanons for what decorating the tree with your boy of choice is like!

Rem:

-Enjoys decorating for Christmas with your family. It’s not like Glax was planning family holiday events and Rem likes being involved with your family.

-If you’re the type for a real tree, he likes going with your family to pick it out. You get to walk around the lot in the snow, holding hands.

-Finds the homemade ornaments from when you were a kid or whatever to be kind of fascinating. Like those ones that have little hand prints or the snowmen or angels that you make at Sunday School or Kindergarten or whatever.

-He really likes traditional trees. Would probably go for real candles on the tree. If your family does this (I know a lot of people don’t do real candles, but I understand there are still some who do), you’ll probably turn your back for a moment and then discover that they’re all somehow lit. Don’t worry, he’s in control, the tree won’t catch fire.

-Enjoys putting the star on top of the tree and stepping back to look at your work.

-You both unwind by having hot chocolate and candy canes by the tree once you’re finished.

Urie:

-Loves decorating the tree with you. Probably prefers a real one because he likes the plant smell.

-May want one of those couples pictures where you and him kiss with strings of Christmas lights wrapped around you.

-You suddenly have more poinsettias than you ever thought you could find a place for. Garland? Where did it come from? Holly and ivy both full grown? Everywhere. It’s the best smelling Christmas you’ve ever had.

-Speaking of plants. One word: mistletoe. He finds a quiet moment to put it to good use once you’re done.

-After the house has been decorated, you two watch a Christmas movie, accompanied by hot chocolate and Christmas cookies.

Mage:

-Doesn’t understand this human tradition. He knows what it is, he just doesn’t really get the point.

-He finds him enjoying it after a while. He puts up the lights outside the house, but ignores the ladder.

”Mage! I don’t want my parents or the neighbors to see you floating in midair!”

“But it’s faster.”

“No!”

-He carries the tree in past everyone else like it’s no big deal and enjoys basking in the praise of “Wow! You’re so strong!” from your siblings and the wary stare of your father.

-Doesn’t understand Christmas trees until he starts helping your family put everything on the tree. Then he gets really into it and is disappointed when there’s nothing more to put on the tree.

-Santa hats. He wants both of you to wear Santa hats while you decorate the tree. Just do it.

-If your family is into gingerbread houses, he’ll totally love putting one together. It’ll probably look a little clumsy and he may have eaten the door and part of the roof already but he has a blast doing it.

-Another mistletoe guy. Gets some mistletoe from somewhere and holds it above your head for a kiss when your family isn’t looking. This is another human tradition he doesn’t understand, but he could get used to it.

-After you’re done, the two of you go sledding in the snow.

-Hot chocolate and Christmas cookies to finish!!!!!!

Shiki:

-There are so many ways I can see this being a disaster. Given what Shiki is, I doubt he has any fondness for a holiday that celebrates God. Not that the others would exactly, but I think he’d like it far less than them.

-If you have an angel tree topper, you’ll probably see him holding it for a moment and looking at it with a far off look in his eyes. At the very least, he’ll hide it so he doesn’t have to see it while he’s decorating.

-Still, there’s a ton of sharp stuff, so he doesn’t completely dislike the whole Christmas tree thing.

-Tries to prick himself on the wire hooks you use for hanging glass balls.

-Get him away from the lights, he’ll electrocute himself.

-Shiki NO WE WEREN’T GOING TO HAVE REAL CANDLES ON THE TREE DROP THAT MATCH

-I DIDN’T MEAN DROP IT ON YOUR BARE FOOT

-Yeah. I imagine it would be pretty... invigorating.

-After that, the two of you decorate Christmas cookies. You get a little icing on your face and he licks it off.

Lindo:

-1000% down for decorating the tree with you.

-Insists on setting up the tree himself because it’s heavy. He gets you to untangle the lights instead.

-Like Rem, if you’ve got any ornaments that you made when you were a kid, he’ll definitely want to see them. He thinks they’re adorable.

-He’ll want Christmas carols playing while you get the tree ready. I feel like he’d like pretty much any Christmas carol, but more modern ones would probably be more his thing.

-Lindo and you make Christmas cookies afterwards. Yes, he wears the apron. You race to see who can decorate them the fastest and the fanciest.

Roen:

-I’m imaging Roen in puppy form with a bow on his head in a dark room underneath a traditional Christmas tree with all the lights lit up and I am trying not to squeal aloud at how adorable it is. Please stand by due to technical difficulties due to my brain shorting out.

Ahem. Anyway.

-Roen doesn’t quite get why the humans are so into this whole Christmas thing. Still, you’re cute when you’re so enthusiastic.

-Likes the tree to look simple but elegant. Likes those glass balls and ornaments, not so big on garland and tons of tinsel and whatnot.

-You attempt to get Roen to pose for one of those “dog wrapped up in Christmas lights” pictures. You are quickly shut down by a very unamused Roen.

-He wouldn’t say no to listening to carols while you two work. I don’t think he’d much like modern ones, but I can see him liking traditional Latin or Old English carols (which are also my favorite, by the way).

-Cuddles with you in pom form by the tree afterwards.

[lovemesomesurveys]

[created by: krissyw1993].

Randomly Random - Part 1

Middle name? Not sharing that.

Favorite color(s)? Pastels, rose gold, sea foam green, coral, and yellow.

What college do you want to/or are attending? I went to a local community college and UC.

What do you want to/are you majoring in? I majored in psychology. 

Democrat/republican/other? Other.

Birthday month? July.

Do you dress according to your mood? No. I dress according to comfortability, hence why I only wear leggings and oversized graphic tees now.

Tomboy/girlie girl I’m a comfy girl.

Are you good at doing hair/make up? Nope. I don’t even try anymore, but I was never any good at it.

Do you wear glasses? Yep.

Can you drive? No.

Are you shy? Very.

Are you always worried or stressed about something? Yeppp.

Tell me about your dream wedding. I don’t plan on having one.

Randomly Random - Part 2

Do you like to sing? Sure. Too bad I don’t sing well.

Do you like to write poetry? No. I dabbled with it some when I was a teenager, but it wasn’t good.

Can you swim? No.

Do you like the pool or the ocean? I love being near the ocean, but not getting in it. I’m not a swimmer and I have a fear of deep water.

Do you hate water in your face? I like letting water go on my face in the shower, splashing water on my face, or using a mist spray fan. The spray fans are a must have for me in the summer.

Do you hold grudges? No, I’m not one to really hold a grudge.

Are you/have you ever been in love? Yes, twice.

Do you/did you ever sleep with a teddy bear? if so who gave it to you? I have a few stuffed animals that just sit on my bed.

Are you a very random person? No.

What do you do when you're nervous? I get squirmy and have a hard time sitting still, I mess with my hair, I pick at my my nails, I bite my lips, and I twiddle around with my hands.

Do you love making new friends? I haven’t wanted to be social these past few years. I’m not attempting to make any friends right now.

Do you like the twilight series? I was a big fan when the books and movies were coming out but then I outgrew it.

Favorite animal? Dogs and giraffes.

Randomly Random - Part 3

Do you have any pets? I have a doggo named Princess Leia.

What would you name your daughter? I don’t want kids, but I like the name Autumn.

^ your son? I like the name Alexander.

What length hair do you like in a guy & why? My personal preference is short hair.

Do you have friends who are shorter than you? I don’t have any friends anymore, but no just about everyone is taller than me except for little kids.

When you get mad do you cry? Yes. I cry and shutdown. 

Would you ever consider modeling? No. I’m most definitely not cut out for it and I’ve never had any desire to be one anyway.

What color eyes do you wish you had? I wish I had blue or green eyes.

Silver/gold jewelry? I like both.

Do you always wear jewelry? No. I very rarely wear jewelry anymore. 

Are you afraid of needles? Yes.

How many kids do you want? Zero.

Long/short nails? They’re hardly there.

Do you like wearing hats? Yeah, I like to wear beanies especially.

Randomly Random - Part 4

Do you love taking pics? Of my doggo and other things I may find picture worthy.

Do you sunburn easily? More so now I think than I used to. I don’t spend a lot of time outside so when I do spend some time outdoors, like when I go to the beach, my skin is like, “whoa, what is this??”

Does mall Santa Clauses or Easter bunnies freak you out? No.

Do you prefer to call a person or wait for them to call you? I’d prefer not to talk on the phone at all.

Are you scared of crossing bridges? Yes.

Do you have a short attention...oh squirrel...span? No, not usually.

Do you hate sitting in silence but get irritated if someone talks too much? Ha, yes. Well, sometimes I don’t mind the silence. It depends.

Has anyone ever called you baby or hun? Yeah.

What's your favorite kind of chocolate? White chocolate.

Would you consider yourself clumsy? Somewhat.

Do you hate using public restrooms? Yes. I very rarely use one.

Do you like when a guy picks you up in his arms? I’ve experienced that when I had to be carried up somewhere that wasn’t wheelchair accessible and when it was done by Joseph it was kinda nice, ha.

Ever bought ice cream from an ice cream truck? Yeah, numerous times growing up.

Do you hate chihuahuas? I don’t hate them, but they’re too much for me.

Randomly Random - Part 5

Has a teacher ever made you hate your favorite subject? No. 

Do you like hairless cats? I’m sorry, but they are a little shocking at first to see.

Did you ever cry at school? There were many times where I was on the verge and wanted to, but I fought them back.

Have you ever had a poem or story published? No.

If you had/have a kid would you ever let them get a tattoo? --

What's your favorite thing to have for dinner? Wingstop.

Would you ever paint your walls red? Hm. I mean, maybe. Not my bedroom, though.

Have you ever licked a pole? Ew, no.

Has your hand ever gotten slammed in a car door? Ahhhh, yes. That is excruciatingly painful. 

Are you allergic to grass? Yes.

Do you love guinea pigs? Sure.

Do you prefer to write on chalkboards or white boards? White boards.

What is the worst thing you ever did that got you grounded? Lied about taking my medicine when I was like 11 and my mom found my stash that had been building for months behind my bed. Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? Sure, why not.

Randomly Random - Part 6

What would you do if your best girlfriend said she was lesbian? Wow, I would be surprised if my mom came out for sure. I mean, she’s always been with my dad and I never had any inclination that she might be into women, so yeah it would be a surprise.

Have you ever been chased by a snake? Omg, noooo. Thankfully.

Where do you wanna work? I don’t know.

Is there something you tell yourself you're going to do but never do? Yes.

Has a teacher ever called you an idiot? No, but I felt like one because of a couple shitty math professors I had at community college. They didn’t say it, but I felt like they thought it. Not just me, but most of the class.

What awards have you won? Honor Roll awards and stuff for the psych club I was in at community college.

Do you get nervous eating in front of people? Yes.

Would you consider yourself good at taking care of kids? I’m not around kids very often. I used to babysit my younger brother and a couple of my cousins when they were kids, but that’s it. I don’t have a lot of experience with working with kids.

How old would a guy have to be before you wouldn't date them? I don’t know. I’m 31 and I think I’d like to stick in the 30s. Closer to my age, preferably, but maybe up to like 35. It would depend on the situation, but that’s what I can envision as of now.

Be honest, have you ever tried weed? Yeah, several times.

Has anyone ever broken up with you with a note? No. Via Myspace message and text message, though.

Have you walked into a wall? Yes.

Do you have sensitive teeth? I do. 

Do you sleep with a fan on? Yep. Even in the winter. I don’t mind if I need to bundle up if I feel too cold, I like doing so.

Randomly Random - Part 7

When you hear sirens, do you get afraid its someone you know? No.

Do you often get nosebleeds in the winter? I’ve never had one, thankfully. I would freak out.

What's a word you use to substitute for a cuss word? “Crap.” “Dang.”  What was the worst thing you ever did to get detention/suspended? I never had detention or was suspended.

Have you ever suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder? It’s not something you experience like a cold or something, if you have PTSD then it’s something you have. It can be better managed for some and there are treatment options that can be helpful, but it’s more than likely something they’ll deal with all their life. It may be of varying degrees, everyone is different. 

Have you tried the new crackle nail polish? No. Do you enjoy the "i love you more" argument? That’s toooo cheesy lol. 

Do you like the color yellow? Yes.

Trees are awesome! Yes? Sure. They serve a pretty important purpose and they’re beautiful.

Do you suffer from nasal allergies? Oh do have relief. Yes. My eyes suffer, too.

Marrying your cousin. Yay or nay? Um, no.

Are you distracted by anything shiny at the moment? Ooo shiny!! No.

Has your parents ever called you names? No.

Have you ever seen a cat have a hairball...i have soo gross Yes. Blech.

Randomly Random - Part 8

Have you ever had a tooth pulled, i have : / Yeah, I’ve had to have a few pulled.

Do you still watch tom and jerry? : ) I haven’t in quite awhile. I saw a trailer recently for a Tom and Jerry movie that’s coming out soon, though... random.

Do you use your hairbrush as a microphone? I’ve done that before.

What's your usual morning routine? Sleeping. ha.

Do you ever get bored with something so you're unable to finish it? Sometimes. Or I’ll just stop doing it for awhile and maybe come back to it later and try again. Or I’ll just finish it anyway. It really depends on what it is.

Do you wanna redecorate your room? My room could use organization and a makeover.

Have you ever worn black to someone's house & left covered in fur? Probably.

What would i expect to find under your bed? Nothing.

If i were to walk into your room, would i be able to see the floor? Yes. I don’t have stuff all over my floor.

What is something you did when you were a kid that you still enjoy? I still like to color.

Has anyone ever said they would love you forever, was it true? Not in those words, but something like that. And no, things didn’t work out.

Do you watch America’s Got Talent? No.

Do you ever sit and look at old photo albums & recall memories? I haven’t in awhile, but yeah that is something I like to do.

Do you watch onision on YouTube, if not you should he’s hilarious. Nooo, definitely not.

Randomly Random - Part 9

Don't you just hate taking showers in the winter? It is harder for me, yes. I don’t wanna get in cause I’ll get cold beforehand and then I’ll take a hot shower, feel good, and then have to get out and feel cold again. 

Do you say "epic fail" a lot? Not a lot, but that is something I say.

How personal does a question have to be so that you wont answer? I think I’m pretty open on here for the most part. Definitely more so than I am in person, that’s for sure.

Do you ever feel like sometimes you have short term memory loss? Sometimes.

What if a stranger came up to you yelled BATMAN & ran away? I’d be caught off guard and just like, “wtf...”

What's your favorite kind of pudding? I love banana cream I used to love banana pudding, but I don’t eat thick stuff like that anymore because of the thickness and texture. My eating habits have changed a ton these past few years.

Did you ever run over something with a lawn mower? I’ve never used a lawn mower.

When someone says don't look do you look? Ha, I can’t help it.

Have you ever played spin the bottle? Nope.

Did you ever have a cat that was obsessed with shoes? I’ve never had a cat.

I believe i can fly! Ever jump off things & try to fly? No, I know for certain that I can’t fly.

What was your first Halloween costume? I feel like it was a witch. Well, when I got a little older. Not sure about the very first like when I was a baby.

Ever have chicken pox? Yeah, I had it when I was 7. Not fun.

Did you eat your Wheaties this morning ? What was for breakfast? I haven’t had Wheaties since I was a kid at my grandparents house. That was my grandpa’s favorite cereal. Anyway, it’s 4:51AM so I haven’t had breakfast, but I am craving a breakfast burrito from one of my favorite places.