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machi-komacineee · 5 months

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Chrollo mobage cards on the theme of winter

I wanna spend my Christmas with him 💕💕💕

#hxh #2011 #hunter x hunter #hxh 2011 #phantom troupe #chrollo lucilfer #hxh chrollo #chrollo hunter x hunter #mobage cards #mobage #winter theme #winter #christmas #christmas with chrollo

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gurrenonikyotoart · 5 months

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🎄🎁Happy Holidays Everyone!🎁🎄 Have a great season!

#chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #hunter x hunter #kuroro lucilfer #クロロ #hxh #phantom troupe #chrollo chibi #christmaschrollo #merry christmas #merrychristmas2023

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guessimdumb · 5 months

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Gorky's Zygotic Mynci - Christmas Eve (1999)

Charming, mostly instrumental track from their 6th LP.

#Gorky's Zygotic Mynci #Christmas Eve #Spanish Dance Troupe #Euros Child

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kimbap-r0ll · 1 year

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I’m super busy but in a few days I feel like I’ll get some mass-writing done. To celebrate the holidays though, I have a few headcanons!

Phantom troupe (mainly Chrollo) and Christmas

Because Meteor City celebrates and accepts all religions, Christmas is bound to be a thing in the city. While some members may not practice it, they still want to give the children and elders something for the holiday

Chrollo likely plans this out ahead of time, choosing to be back home during the few days. If you happen to be his s/o, he’ll want to surprise you. So he won’t tell you anything

The moment everyone’s back, people likely flock to them. They tell them welcome back and things like that, the children usually tug on Phinks’s long clothes haha

Chrollo on the first day will be busy with the elders and planning for other measures against the mafia, and during this the rest of the troupe will find time for themselves. A lot of them choose to help babysit the children though, mainly because they want to help out but also because they get reminded of their own childhoods

Chrollo joins festivities later, around sunset. By then some houses have strung up makeshift Christmas lights and have planted a clothes-hanger Christmas tree in the middle of a crosspoint.

There will be a mass held in the church building later that night. Of course, Chrollo’s the only one that’s never missed it

The children receive presents on the 25th. The items are pristine, something new to them. The troupe while they mainly steal items to sell, they also collect random things to give to Meteorites (Meteor City citizens)

If Chrollo has an s/o, he’ll present them something too, but his way of sneaking into their abode might jump scare them haha

Overall, it’s a fairly good time for everyone. On some occasions, some of them pretended to be Santa and ran around the city as children pointed and squealed.

(Manga spoilers) the troupe will visit Sarasa on these occasions too, some of them bringing flowers and other small things to place. Chrollo might opt to sit there for the night too

#hxh #hxh headcanons #phantom troupe headcanons #phantom troupe #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo headcanons #christmas #meteor city headcanons

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lcs-library · 1 year

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Hellooo I saw the Christmas prompts you reblogged so is it all right if I request for “Your hands are freezing!” “It’s not that bad… Woah, wait, what are you doing!?” with Tsumugi Tsukioka? Thank you and I hope you have a nice Christmas!!

Thank you so much for the request! I had a lot of fun writing this one, so I hope you enjoy! I hope you have a nice Christmas, too!!

Request rules

Christmas/winter prompts

Christmas shopping was always a stressful event.

That’s what you’d usually say, but doing it with Tsumugi actually made everything quite calm and stress-free. There was just something about his aura, or maybe it was the way he talked, or possibly the way he didn’t mind taking his time finding a unique present for every member of the Winter Troupe. Whatever it was, it put your mind at ease.

On this particular evening, the two of you decided to go to downtown Veludo to stop by all of the stores and see what you could find.

“Okay, so just to recap, we have some skincare products for Azuma, some nice tea for Guy, gourmet marshmallows for Hisoka, of course, and a notebook for Homare, right?” You listed, pointing at each of the bags the two of you were holding as you exited the confectionary.

“Mmhm! We just need something for Tasuku, and something we can put in for the all-company gift exchange.” Tsumugi replies with a nod.

“Cool, so any ideas on those?”

“No, not really,” he says hesitantly, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, “I mean, I know what Tasuku might enjoy, but I can’t seem to figure out what would be generic enough that anybody could receive it and be happy with it.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

You look into the inky black sky, the stars looking to be nonexistent due to the light pollution of the city all decked out in its holiday best. The chatter of people turns to mush in your ears as you walk beside Tsumugi, lost in thoughts of friends and presents.

“Oh, look at that!” Tsumugi exclaims, interrupting your train of thought.

“Hm? What’s up?”

“They’re doing performances in front of the big Christmas tree in the town square.” He explains, pointing.

Your gaze follows his hand, and sure enough, there’s a choir singing some jazzy Christmas music on a small stage.

“Let’s go see it, they might have some theater troupes performing later!” Tsumugi says excitedly, grabbing your hand to take you with him.

That is, except that he immediately drops it.

“Your hands are freezing!”

“It’s okay, it’s not that bad…wait, what are you doing?”

Tsumugi has shifted the bags he was holding to be on his arm so he can take off one of his gloves.

“Here, give me your hand.”

You comply, allowing him to put the glove on you.

“Okay, but what good is one glove gonna do….oh.”

The realization hits you when he joins your bare hand in his.

“There, now both of your hands can be warm!” He states with a grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling up in joy.

You can’t find the right words to say to that, only resorting to smiling back at him, your cheeks flushing, but not just because of the cold.

“Let’s go, shall we?” He offers, taking a step forward.

“Mmhm.”

And so he takes you to join the crowd, happily listening to the music.

You take a look over at Tsumugi to see his face bathed in light and color. He almost looks like an angel. It’s quite fitting for him, honestly.

After a few moments, he notices you’re staring and turns to you.

“Is something wrong?” He asks, tilting his head to the side a bit.

“Of course not,” you say softly, “just admiring the view.”

Now it was Tsumugi’s turn to blush, but he gave you a grin anyway.

“I’m glad you like what you see.” He replies, leaning over to give your cheek a quick, but tender, kiss.

Once more, you couldn’t come up with words, so you settled on a giggle before turning back to watch the choir.

The shopping could wait. You just wanted to bask in this moment for a bit longer.

#hehe I love Tsumugi I squealed sm making this #just imagining his smile makes my heart go wheee #yes I am a sakuya oshi but hhhrng #a3ders are my faves hehe #a3!#a3! winter troupe #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! actor training game #act! addict! actors!#tsumugi tsukioka #tsumugi tsukioka x reader #a3! x reader #request #Christmas prompts

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la-squadra1234 · 1 year

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Hello everybody and welcome back to another hunter X hunter/hxh post… but it’s not just any post this is the Christmas Eve special tomorrow I will be doing the Christmas special!!!

I am a little disappointed that my post did not get that much recognition especially since I put in all the information to the Christmas special but it’s OK who knows it may get a good amount of likes today!

I will be making this in different parts like what they will be baking what they will be using for decorations/decor if they go all out just amazing things like that!

Full credit too la-squadra1234

Food…

Feitan- he will be baking cookies but not just any kind of cookies just because it’s Christmas doesn’t mean there’s not gonna be a little bit of gore he’s going to make vampire cookies and cut off the head of the vampire and put red frosting to represent blood…

Phinks- he’s gonna make pasta and he is going to add edible stickers but they’re not just any kind of stickers he took a picture of his muscles and printed it out and somehow made it edible!!!

Nobunaga- he is going to bring cupcakes with pictures taped onto a toothpick of him and a sword they’re all mixed up cupcakes though so you either get the one with him or his sword

chrollo-he would bring A three layered cake that has all of the phantom troupe members on it along with all of their kids and at the top of the three layered cake it would be the spider tattoo that they have on them self

Hisoka- he is going to order like five party size pizzas but you best believe every single last slice is going to be eaten but of course it can’t just be all well for the phantom troupe he asked to play a little prank so he Bungee gums the pizza to the Pizza box and eventually they figured out because they could not get it off and they cut the box open and seen hisokas nen

illumi-he would bring goody bags and they would have a bunch of random stuff in it like mini cupcakes mini brownies, lollypops, stickers and so much more!

Unfortunately I am not going to be adding silva in this but I will be adding him in the Christmas special there are going to be a lot of twists in the Christmas special so be prepared because it’s not gonna be this many paragraphs it’s gonna be a whole story!

Decor/decorations

Feitan-honestly his house would probably look like it was still Halloween he would have a bunch of fake knives everywhere and vampire stickers on the wall but if he’s feeling a little festive that year he will get a Christmas tree and decorate it and that’s the most of the Christmas spirit that he is getting into

Phinks-he’s a family guy so he would have A nice tall Christmas tree with a bunch of ornaments and lights his house would be decorated with lights on the inside and on the outside!

Nobunaga-relatively the same as phinks except he wouldn’t be in the Christmas spirit that much and his house wouldn’t be that decorated on the inside just on the out so he can say that he did something lol

Chrollo-he would go to every single Christmas store and steal every single ornament that he likes along with a Christmas tree (he kind of sounds like the Grinch except he’s not stealing presents ngl😭) his house would be pretty festive but not too festive to the point where it’s colourful inside and outside there will be a lot of places in the house without colour such as the bathrooms the, bedrooms, hallways, things like that but the living room, will be festive and the dining room.

hisoka-bro this man is gonna on Christmas he’s going to have all of his friends there along with his kid and his kids friends but not like a party just a get together he’s gonna have so many decorations I swear you’re gonna go blind by how shiny they are the house is decorated on the inside and out everywhere is decorated the rooms, the bathroom, hallways, kitchen living room, dining room

Illumi-he is the one that is going to be throwing the Christmas party he is going to be hosting but it’s not going to be a get drunk and black out kind of party it’s going to be more of where your suit and a dress and there will be champagne and wine there there is going to be a massive very tall and very wide Christmas tree in the middle of the room decorated fully with lights and red and green ornaments for some reason he didn’t add white but nobody questioned it not to mention there would also be some relaxing Music and occasionally romantic music lol overall though it would be a very subtle party and very fun and there would be a lot to do for the kids they could draw play outside literally do whatever they want as long as they’re still on the mountain!

This is the end of this Christmas Eve special everybody!!! I hope everybody enjoyed if you thought this was good wait until you see the Christmas special…!

I will try my best to post as much as possible but I’m not sure what plans I have for Christmas and if I’m going with family then it will take me about four hours to get there not to mention I have a snowstorm where I live like a very bad snowstorm so that will obviously add on more time so I’m trying to post as much as possible right now and get all of my thoughts down

I can’t wait for the Christmas special again I hope everybody enjoyed and thank you for all the love and support bye now!

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hisokas-toybox · 1 year

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Hello again fellow Hisoka enjoyer! What do you think Hiso likes to do for Christmas? 🎅

Hello :D Sorry this took so long to reply to! I was thinking about this for so long and really struggling to picture Hisoka specifically in a festive setting, then I got an idea that absolutely ran away with me and ended up involving the entire hxh cast in a kind of christmas special episode idea...

So, since we've never seen where Hisoka actually lives, I kind of default to imagining him living at Heaven's Arena. I then wondered, what if the arena held a Christmas event? A battle royale between the top fighters, with a cash prize for the winner and "mystery presents" for anyone to beat certain scores/make certain achievements (not taking any hits etc). All fighters also HAVE to fight in festive costumes and ticket sales for the event go to charity. I pictured there being a lot of generic costumes from the other fighters, lots of lame onesies, and santa suits with little effort. I also pictured the core 4 being in the audience (Gon is dressed as a christmas tree, with lights in his hair, Killua - forced by Gon - is wearing a jumper that says "bah humbug" Kurapika is in a suit with red and white stripes that look like a candy cane, complete with hat, and Leorio is in an inflatable turkey costume (he left it too late to get anything less ridiculous) as well as any other characters I could shoe-horn in (Illumi - dressed as an elf. It's not meant to be a sexy costume, but because of his generally beautiful shape, it's sexy on him and Bisky in a full angel dress with wings). As for Hisoka? Well this man is known for having outlandish outfits. How can he possibly stand out in a sea of generic Christmas costumes?

Slutty. Mrs. Claus.

Like, literally the skimpiest outfit you can imagine. Barely fits because it was designed for a woman to wear, but Hisoka doesn't care about that. Adds to the appeal of it if anything. He's having a great time prancing about, flirting and making everyone uncomfortable, fighting and making it his mission to win every single prize, (he loves all the silly stuff, but especially the festive sweets). He's managed to alter his Bungee gum too, so now it looks sparkly to match the festive theme. Meanwhile, for the purposes of a plot and more festive nonsense, the Phantom Troupe are also in the crowd. As a floor master, technically Chrollo should be participating in the event. But instead, he and the rest of the troupe have decided to just go full Grinch mode and steal the cash prize. They are all dressed in identical reindeer costumes, with Chrollo the only slightly different one, (he's wearing a red nose, because just like Rudolph, he's the leader). Kurapika only came to this event at all because he was trying to catch the troupe. The rest of the episode would mostly be low stakes comedy about the core 4 trying to stop the Phantom Troupe from stealing Christmas whilst all dressed ridiculously. Honestly, the costume thing really got away from me and now I want to draw all of them! Sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind!

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh asks #hxh fanfic #mine #Hisoka #Illumi #Chrollo #Phantom troupe #Gon #Killua #Kurapika #Leorio #Bisky #christmas #hxh crack

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thesuperiorrobin · 21 days

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➳ Reminder that all of these are Female reader insert

MASTERLIST 2!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── one shots ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

ꨄ | If looks could kill |

⤷ Your jealous gets sense by your husband, and he reassures you your his one and only

ꨄ sorrow letters|

⤷ you’re Reality will always beat your fantasy’s

ꨄ |A goal made with love|

⤷ HockeyPlayer!Damian shows his love for you through a goal, proving why you should always attend his games

ꨄ Animal love

⤷ Damien’s trained his pet to be ruthless to other people he didn’t like. But they like you

ꨄ Better

⤷after a horrible time at Homecoming, Robin tries to comfort

ꨄ Transportation

⤷ You two end up taking the bus instead of calling Alfred to pick you both up at night.

ꨄ Flowers do not equal love

⤷ Damian comes storming into his lovers flower shop asking for flowers either negative meaning for someone special

ꨄ Ice ice baby

⤷HockeyPlayer Damian; Teachers reader how to ice stake but it doesn’t go as planned.

ꨄ Slipped out his mind

⤷ Damian Wayne forgets a planned date with reader and Robin is there to comfort her

ꨄ Safe and sound

⤷ Damian Al Ghul recalls the safety of his wife

ꨄ Winter season

⤷ Nanny! Reader helps Single Dad! Damian set up the Christmas with his children while he’s locked away in his office. The Christmas list has a surprise!

ꨄ Trustworthy

⤷ The reader is a damsel in distress

ꨄ Long awaited

⤷ Damian hates being away from you. And it pains him when he’s away for more than a day.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Headcannons ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

ʚɞ Damian’s high vocabulary

ʚɞ Damian and weird nicknames

ʚɞ Streamer!Damian Wayne

ʚɞ Types of kisses

ʚɞ Platonic jealousy headcannon

ʚɞ Potential love troupes?

ʚɞ Horror movies

ʚɞ Healing for tongue action

ʚɞ Single dad Damian Wayne

ʚɞ In a world of boys he's a gentleman

ʚɞ S/O that eats a lot

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── scenarios─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

‹𝟹 Damian’s rough night

‹𝟹 Shaving Damian beard

‹𝟹 Damian and pierced ears

‹𝟹 Learning to love

‹𝟹 Sound sleep

‹𝟹 Cats and birds

‹𝟹 Worst nightmare

‹𝟹 Lip plumper vs Damian

‹𝟹 Moving on is hard

‹𝟹 Studying hard

‹𝟹 Softly new

‹𝟹 Green lace

‹𝟹 Peel orange theory

I feel like I’m missing something

But anyway here’s the second part of my Masterlist 🤗

#damian al ghul #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #robin x reader #damian x reader #damian al ghul x reader #damian scenarios

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princessmisery666 · 3 months

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Just Say You Love Me

Summary: Dean is trying to embrace his emotions and look to the future. Part 3 of 3. Part 2 - The Right Guy On Paper.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff, mentions of cheating.

W/C: 4,901.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mentioned: Jody Mills.

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Square Filled: ”Would you please, shut up, I’m trying to confess my love for you.”

A/N: Obviously this was supposed to posted on a certain day (you'll get what I mean when you read) but it just wasn't where I wanted it to be at the time so I waited. Two-ish weeks later ain't bad though.

Graphics: made by be on canva. Dividers by @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: JAcklesVerseBingo / Dean Winchester / Main

Pulling off the highway, Dean grumbles, “This is stupid,” to himself again. Yet, he had called Jody to make sure you weren’t working, made the two-hour drive, and hadn't veered off route to the nearest bar.

It’s been a few weeks since he saw you at Jody’s cabin. You’ve spoken on the phone a few times and met him halfway to Kentucky to give him a lore book Claire had borrowed. But no in-depth conversations have been had, which he’s okay with because one, it’s a conversation to be had in person and not while he is neck deep in a case, and B, he doesn’t know what to say or how to tell you what he wants because he’s still not sure himself.

So, in the safe confines of Baby, he asks himself again why is he driving to your house on Unattached Drifter Christmas or ‘Valentine’s Day’ for the schmucks?

Before he can do a little soul-searching and find the answer, his cell phone rings.

“Hey Sam, what’s up?” he answers.

“Why are you in Sioux Falls? Something wrong?”

“Everything’s fine. Wait, how do you know where I am?”

“You were way too vague about where you were going. You always have a plan for today,” Sam explains, “figured you were up to no good and better keep an eye on you in case you get into trouble like last time.”

“Last time was almost five years ago, and for the hundredth time, I didn’t know she was married,” Dean snarks.

“Plus, you didn’t turn off your GPS,” Sam says as if he hadn’t heard Dean’s argument. “So why are you in Sioux Falls on Unattached Drifter Christmas?”

He falters for a second, thinking of an excuse, and before his pause becomes suspicious, he blurts, “There’s a new bar opened up. Wanna try it out.”

“This bar called Y/N’s, by any chance?”

“What? No!”

Sam laughs, and that all-knowing chuckle reminds Dean that Sam is onto him and there’s no point in denying anything. “It’s a good thing, Dean,” his brother assures him. “You may not have told her outright, but she’s smart. She’ll recognize you showing up today, of all days, is your way of telling her you want…” Dean waits, hoping that Sam will impart the answer that eludes him, but huffs in defeat when his brother adds, “Whatever it is you want.”

“This is stupid,” Dean grumbles, “I’m being stupid.”

“No, it's not,” Sam scolds. “I’m sure today will be tough for her. So, just being there for her is a good thing. It doesn’t have to be deep conversations. Showing up and supporting her is enough.”

Dean considers that Sam is probably right, but it doesn’t make him feel any less insecure. “Maybe.”

“Have fun,” Sam says before hanging up.

Five minutes from his final destination, his phone chimes, alerting him to a text message.

Jody: She’s at Lucky Shots, fifth wheeling it.

“Dammit, Sam!” he snarls, but he’s not really mad, saves him a trip to her empty house.

The break at Jody’s cabin was revitalizing, and the feeling has stuck for the few weeks you’ve been back in your routine. It probably helps that you removed every trace of Luke from your life the moment you got home. The confrontation with Dean was cathartic, too. You’ve analyzed what he’d said about not wanting you to meet someone new and that he missed you, and asked Jody for her opinion, too. She’d wistfully smiled as if aware of something you weren’t, “Maybe you gave up on him too quickly.”

You didn’t want to admit that Jody was probably right. Yet you had made assumptions, choosing to believe that he didn’t want anything serious, and after admitting to yourself that you wanted something more, you had decided to go out and find it somewhere else.

That realization turned out to be at the forefront of your mind today. You're thankful to your friends, Laura and Sara, for the invitation and for not allowing you to stay home and eat your emotions. Being the fifth wheel isn’t the issue. It doesn’t bother you, even on Valentine’s Day. They chose a lowkey, casual games bar, not some romantic, candlelit restaurant, and for that, you are eternally grateful. The issue is Luke is there. It could be worse. He could be with her, but fortunately, he’s with two of his buddies.

The bar has darts, beer pong, pool, skee ball, knock down a clown, and a few other amusements. You're locked into a tight game of girls versus boys beer pong - the beer having been replaced with tequila shots - and you can feel Luke’s every glance as if he’s waiting for an opportunity to approach.

It’s the last thing you want, and your friends were kind enough to offer to leave when he arrived, but you stubbornly refused. You had no reason to leave. He should be filled with so much shame and regret that he can’t bear to face you, but he has the audacity to look like a wounded puppy, and that makes you angry.

The game is down to the wire, and the final ball is down to Chris and Dylan, your friends' partners. Dylan massages Chris’ shoulders, “Come on, buddy, you got this. For the win!”

You all hold your breath as Chris releases the ball, and the boys celebrate the victory with loud cheers as it lands in the cup, having barely touched the sides. You, Laura, and Sara shoot another round of tequila. The sourness of the lemon you suck on adds to the disapproving look you catch Luke throwing your way.

Asshole. How dare he judge you!

“I demand a rematch!” Laura declares.

You agree. “My turn to buy the drinks.”

Sara escorts you to the bar. Though she masks it as helping you carry the drinks back to the table, you know she’s doing it to protect you from an unwanted visitor.

“I need the bathroom, but I’ll meet you back here,” Sara tells you, “if he comes over before I make it back, stomp on his foot and poke him in the eye.”

You laugh, really belly laugh, because she’s totally serious, and it’s also hilarious to think he’d have the balls to actually approach you.

“Who’re we looking out for, honey?” the elderly woman beside you asks, lips pursed and looking sassy.

Sara tells her, “Other end of the bar, tall white guy, blond hair.”

“Green shirt?” she asks for confirmation.

“That’s the one.”

“Uh-huh,” she tuts, “I know the type, handsome as an angel, spirit of the devil. You go on to the bathroom. I’ve got your friend until you get back.”

You don’t doubt the lady’s confidence. You wouldn’t mess with her.

“Thank you, Miss…”

“Call me Beverly,” she introduces, and Sara shakes her hand before skittering off to the bathroom.

You wait your turn to be served, listening to your protector tell you all about her first husband, “the devil incarnate.”

If only she knew.

You face forward, not even side-glancing in Luke’s direction, not wanting to give him any inclination you may want to talk. You don’t. Beverly turns and rests her back against the bar to see the whole room without looking over her shoulder.

“Oh, sweetie,” your new friend says, “there’s another one of those handsome-as-an-angel men walking this way, and I think he’s looking for you.”

You still don’t turn, but look up into the mirror behind the bar and see him. Dean maneuvering around people and tables, coming straight toward you.

Unintentionally, you gasp, a sheepish smile creeping in as you lock eyes with him in the mirror.

“From that reaction, I don’t think you need help with this one,” Beverly says, sweetly taking a step to the left to make room for Dean.

“Hey,” he says, a half smile making him look a little awkward.

“Hey,” you say as he leans in to kiss your cheek, and when he’s close, you whisper, “Everything okay?”

He pulls back, nodding with a slight frown as if the question was offensive or something. “Yeah, everything is fine, just passing through and wanted to say hi.”

“Passing through?” you ask, suspicion clear in your tone.

His frown deepens, clearly trying to sell the lie, pretending to be confused by the suspicion.

You smirk. “Just happen to be passing through on Unattached Drifter Christmas?”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “How much do you and Sam talk?”

“A lot,” you confess, “emails, phone calls, memes, and then there’s the weekly newsletter.”

“Busted.” He laughs, and it shakes off whatever anxiety he was feeling.

The bartender comes over and takes your order. You add on whatever Beverly is drinking for the rest of the night, which reminds you Sara has been gone a while. You turn around to look for her, and Dean looks over his shoulder. Sara’s back at the table. All of them are staring at you but quickly and comically turn around as if they weren’t when Dean finds them.

“Sorry,” you chuckle, “they’re just looking out for me cause Deputy Dick is here.”

“Shit,” he grumbles. “Is me being here going to be a problem?”

“Probably, but that's his problem.”

Dean laughs, and you really have missed it. The easy relationship you had seems to be a thing of the past, but you want it back. Maybe not the sex because you’ve realized that's where the problem lies. You want more from him than you'll ever get, but at least the friendship could be mended.

“But don’t waste your Christmas on me, Dean,” you say. It's subtle but enough to tell him that hooking up is off the table.

That disgruntled frown appears again, and he looks genuinely offended. “I’m not here ‘cause I think I’m gonna get laid.” He explains, shrugging. “Running into you isn’t a coincidence. I was on my way to your place because I didn’t want you to be alone tonight. Jody told me where you were.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to take from that?”

“Take it for what it is,” Dean suggests. “I’m trying.”

You can work with that. Trying to be friends sounds like just what you need. No pressure or expectations from either side, so you quickly squash the thought that it means something deeper that he’s choosing to spend time with you instead of finding a warm body to lie with.

“Okay.” You smile, trying to look as sweet as possible. “Well, can part of that trying be helping us win at beer pong?”

“Girls versus boys?”

“Obviously.”

He scoffs, “Absolutely not! And you get an extra shot for asking me to rig a sacred game.” He hands you a shot off the tray of drinks, and you knock it back.

He watches you, grinning the whole time, and you shake your head as if it will shake away the taste. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Don’t try and soften me up, Winchester,” you warn, “I’m not gonna take it easy on you.”

He shrugs, “Was worth a shot,” and walks away with the tray of drinks.

Chris and Dylan merrily call his name as he approaches, and you follow, smiling fondly.

“Now the odds are even. Prepare to go down, ladies,” Dean says, taking off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow.

The games continued; the boys won at Beer Pong, but the girls won two rounds of darts. Once Chris and Dylan had gushed over the Impala, you said your goodbyes in the parking lot. Each of your friends hugged you. Dean got a kiss on the cheek from the ladies, and the guys gave him a firm handshake before pulling each other into a one-armed hug. It looked natural and easy, and you love how well Dean slots into the group.

You realize you’re staring as he drives, and he glances over when he feels your eyes on him. “Are we still social distancing or something?” he jokes, reaching a hand over to tug on your leg, requesting you get closer.

You oblige, sliding over the leather seat, and he slips an arm behind your shoulders to rest on the seat back. “Thank you for that,” you say, kissing his cheek.

“For what?” he asks.

“Pretending like you couldn’t hit that bullseye with your eyes closed.”

“Well, I’m supposed to be a mechanic, right? Not sure a mechanic would have perfect marksmanship.”

“If you’re not sold on the mechanic thing, you can always tell them you’ve changed your profession,” you suggest, and with a teasing wink, add, “but they all already know you’re good with your hands.”

“Would you, for once, get your mind out of the gutter?” Dean jests, “I already told you, no sex for you.”

“Sorry, Mr Winchester, sir,” you joke, “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

He laughs but looks out at the road. His fingers lightly brush your neck. You aren’t sure he realizes he’s doing it. When you were sleeping together, it became a thing - absentmindedly, he’d lightly stroke your skin while watching a movie or falling asleep. It's familiar and comforting, and you lay your head on his shoulder the rest of the ride home.

Dean follows you up your path, and while you search your bag for your keys, you notice him looking to the left, eyes squinting, trying to see something too far away.

“Wanna come in?” you ask, distracting him from whatever has caught his attention.

“It’s not a good idea,” he says, giving you his full focus, “I meant what I said, Y/N. I didn’t show up cause I was expecting to get laid.”

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered throwing caution to the wind and jumping into old habits. And you're surprised by Dean’s rejection. He could have followed your lead and taken you to bed without any objections.

“Presumptuous much?” you counter, smirking.

He smiles, all charm and smug joy, because he knows he’s right. “Don’t try and pretend you weren’t thinking about it.” He steps closer, crowding your space and gripping your hips to pull you against him. “You’ve been flirting with me all night.”

“I can stop,” you threaten, but it falls flat as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He grins, “No, you can’t,” against your lips, kissing you before you can claim otherwise.

The kiss is not hesitant; it’s deep and long, but you feel him holding back. His hands don’t roam, remaining wrapped around your waist, but he takes his time, savoring the shared warmth, each brush of your tongues, every breath shared.

Dean is the first to pull back. “I gotta go,” he swiftly kisses you again. “I told Jody I’d be there before midnight.”

“Gonna turn into a pumpkin, Winchester?”

He laughs, pecking your lips again, but then his features soften, something close to pleading, “I’m trying,” he grumbles, but you're not sure if it's to remind you or himself.

He doesn’t say exactly what it is that he’s trying, but you know he means he’s trying to do things the right way, and that’s enough. “You're doing great,” you assure.

He kisses you harder, tongue sweeping over your bottom lip, and you let him in. He walks you backward until your back hits your door, and he groans when he presses himself into you. “Nope,” he scolds himself, pulling back and comically jogging away down the path, but while you're still laughing at him, he turns back. “Can I take you to breakfast tomorrow?”

You smile, and it widens to a knowing grin. You spare him the OMG shock when the realization hits you, but you do ask, “Are we dating?”

“Only if you say yes?”

“Pick me up at ten.”

He winks, unable to contain the boyish grin, and just as he opens his mouth to say something, a siren blasts, and a sheriff’s car pulls up to Baby’s bumper.

You walk a few feet to stand beside Dean as Travis, the rookie, and Luke, in plain clothes, step out of the vehicle.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Dean says.

Luke and Travis stand beside each other on the sidewalk but don’t approach you.

“Ten out of ten for dramatic flair,” you snark, clapping once.

“But should have done it while I was kissing her,” Dean adds, “would have been way more dramatic.”

“I think you meant douchier,” you suggest with a confused frown.

“You’re right,” Dean clicks his fingers as if you're right on the money, “I meant douchier.”

“Funny,” Luke says. “Travis, this man has been driving under the influence. Please breathalyze him.”

You put a hand on Dean’s arm to keep him in place should he decide Luke deserves another punch to the face. After all, he’s not in uniform. Travis is wise enough not to move. You're his boss. Luke has seniority over him but not over you.

“Really?” Dean sneers. “That's all you got?”

“Go home, Luke,” you tell him, “you’re making a fool of yourself.”

“So what if I am,” he says, “I just wanna talk.”

“We’ve talked,” you remind him. “You talked, I listened to your piss poor excuses, and it changed nothing.”

“We were going to get married.”

You raise your voice, “That was a reaction to your cheating! You only asked me because you felt guilty, and I only said yes because…” you cut yourself off, but Dean looks at you, knowing what you had been about to say.

“We were good together,” Luke says, seemingly oblivious to the silent conversation that passed between you and Dean. “He’s just a,” Luke sneers at Dean. “What did you call it? A situationship.”

Dean tenses under your grip, and you know the comment had the intended effect. You’ll have to address it later.

Clenching his jaw, he briefly looks away before leveling a glare and taunting, “Dude, have some dignity. She’s already told you it’s over.” He practically growls his next words. “So leave.”

Luke ignores Dean, looking directly at you. “You're angry, I get it. But don’t make any rash decisions, please.” he implores.

“I was angry,” you agree, “I was furious, but now I’m indifferent. You were a rash decision, Luke, and I’m not saying that to be cruel or get back at you. It’s the truth.”

Saying those words aloud drives home your previous thoughts of why you started dating Luke. Getting engaged was a reaction to your feelings of rejection from Dean’s honesty about commitment. You release a breath as Luke’s face drops, finally seeming to understand.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

He shakes his head, blasting out a breath filled with disbelief. “We were never going to work out,” Luke realizes aloud, “you were too hung up on him.”

“Travis, I’m sorry you were dragged into this,” you sigh, “but please take Luke home.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Luke stares for a second longer, but chooses not to say anything further, allowing Travis to usher him into the car.

Dean doesn’t move, watching the car disappear from view at the end of the street. Your heart pounds in your chest; you’ve just gotten to a good place, and now that might have all been unraveled.

Though you suspect not a lot of it is surprising to Dean. The day you told him about Luke, he’d begged you not to tell him you loved him and he was right for the assumption that you did - or do or might. You can not say it even reject the idea if anyone suggests it, but you can’t deny it to yourself. You sought out Luke to replace the emotions you felt weren’t reciprocated by Dean.

“Maybe I should take you to breakfast,” you suggest, with a nervous chuckle, “to make up for that. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, giving you a small smile. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he assures you, but he’s looking you over like he’s trying to read the emotions behind the words. “You okay?”

Quickly, you reply, “Yeah, of course.”

“You sure? You look like a bit of ‘deer caught in headlights’.”

“I’m okay,” you sigh, taking a deep breath. “Just a little worried that's undone all the progress we’ve made.”

“It hasn’t,” he tells you, slipping a hand on your hip and pulling you into him. “This situationship can handle an ex-situationship.”

You grimace, “I’m sorry.”

He laughs, nonplussed, “Don’t be. I’ve been called worse.”

He silences your next apology with a deep kiss and slowly, seemingly reluctantly, pulls back. “I’ll pick you up at ten for breakfast.”

You're rambling again. Since Valentine’s Day, it’s been happening a lot. Dean knows why you're doing it. He can see it in your expression every time you catch yourself and stutter over the words, changing it to something else and hoping he doesn’t notice.

The first time it happened, a few weeks ago, Dean thought he misheard you. You were both breathing heavily, your thighs pressed against his ears, holding him in place, writhing while you rode his tongue. He watched your face as much as he could, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your body twitched, and your climax coated his tongue and wet the sheets, “I love yo…when you do that.”

Three days ago, after a double date with Sara and Dylan, Dean woke you up in bed with coffee and French toast. Still in the haze of sleep, you smiled contentedly, and it almost slipped out. “I love…” you coughed to cut yourself off, correcting it as you sat up, “I love French toast.” But he could see it in eyes, the adoration tainted with the fear of saying it aloud.

‘I love you’ is on the tip of your tongue, and it almost escaped a moment ago.

A car accident had kept you late at work, so the dinner reservations had to be canceled, but Dean wouldn’t let it ruin the night. He’d ordered pizza, knowing you’d be starving when you got home, run a bubble bath (with the ulterior motive of joining you), popped open a bottle of your favorite wine - he hated it, thought it tasted like vinegar - and was waiting in the middle of the living room for you with the glass in hand.

Taking the glass from him, you lazily kissed him. He could feel how tired you were. Listlessly, you mumbled, “Oh god, I love yo…” but had stifled it so quickly that the rim of the glass clinked against your teeth.

Clearly unable to think of an alternative, you began rambling about your day while unnecessarily blitzing around the already clean kitchen with a dishcloth.

He wants you to say it. He figured out how he felt about you when it finally sunk in after you’d told him you’d met someone else. It was more than physical, and it always had been. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have hurt so damn much when you told him about Luke.

He hasn’t said the words to you, but you have to know that’s how he feels. He told you he’s trying. Although, there haven’t been any conversations about exactly what that entails. He’s been more communicative. He’s made future plans - okay, only a week or so ahead at any given time, but that tells you all you need to know, right?

But the way you keep avoiding the phrase sets off a little ripple in his heart. Maybe you don’t know. Maybe you’re afraid he’ll hightail it out the door like last time if you say it aloud. Maybe he needs to expand his communication skills. He says your name softly, but you either don’t hear him or pretend not to, afraid of what comes after.

“I should get you a key cut,” you blabber in. “Save you having to pick the lock next time I’m not home. Don’t want the neighbors calling it in. Mrs Brooks next door is always twitching her curtains.”

He tries again, “Y/N,” louder this time.

“I need to put a load of laundry in,” you say, striding into the laundry room.

“I did it already,” he calls after you.

“I’ll put it in the dryer then.”

He follows, trapping you inside the smaller space so you have no choice but to turn and face him.

“The laundry is done and folded in the basket in your room.” he continues, speaking to your back. “The kitchen is clean. Pizza is on the way. The bath should still be hot.”

You finally look up at him, and there’s that apprehensive smile again, but your eyes are aglow with the words you chew your lip to suppress.

“Just say it,” he sighs, trying to hide his smile.

“Say what?”

He steps closer, crowding your space and using a gentle touch to tilt your head up to keep your eyes on his. “You know what.” He smirks, teasing, “You can’t bite your tongue forever. So just say you love me.”

“I wasn’t biting…” you stammer, “I never…I only meant I was going to get a key cut for you. I didn’t mean anything….”

“Would you please, shut up?” He silences your rambling with a hard kiss, grabbing your hips and hoisting you to sit on top of the dryer. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you sigh placidly, but he pulls back and grins, “I’m trying to confess my love for you.”

You drop your gaze, avoiding eye contact. “Please don’t.”

He notes your avoidance of looking at him, and panic sets in that maybe he’s got it wrong, again. But he hopes he’s right, so he chuckles, “giving me a taste of my own medicine.”

You shake your head, “No. I don’t need to hear it, and you don’t have to say it ‘cause you think it's what I want to hear.”

“That’s not what…” he tries, but you raise your voice to speak over him.

“Dean, please!” you wait for him to close his mouth. “I like how things are now, and I don’t want to jinx it or have to watch your ass run for the door again.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises, “it will be different this time.”

“We’ve been through this already. I don’t want promises, and we don’t need to open old wounds.”

“I get why you’re…”

The doorbell interrupts him, and you use the excuse to push him aside as you jump down and scurry out of the room.

He leans against the doorframe facing into the kitchen and listens to you thank the delivery guy. You must have given a generous tip because he thanks you multiple times as you say goodbye to him.

The click of the door closing echoes, and he waits for you to appear, but you don’t. He imagines you standing in the hallway, trying to calm yourself.

He waits, counting the seconds in his head with the promise that he’ll go find you if he reaches thirty.

At fifteen, you enter, eyes glued to the floor, pizza balanced like a cocktail waitress. “I’m gonna go take that bath,” you tell him. “Hopefully, it's still warm.”

You’re assuming the conversation is over. Only it isn’t. At least, not for him. He hasn’t been working up to it. He’s never had a grand plan for the first time he says it, but now he knows he needs to say it so you understand and believe him.

Silently, he watches you put a few slices of pizza on a plate - so he presumes he’s not invited to the bubble bath. The stopper gives an audible pop when you pull it from the wine bottle, like an exclamation point on his thoughts.

He clears his throat and proclaims, “I love you.”

The only indication that you heard him is your frozen state, bottle tipped, ready to pour into your glass.

“It took me too long to figure that out, but I do. And saying it or not saying it out loud isn’t going to change a damn thing.”

You continue to pour the wine into your glass but don’t turn to face him, recorking the bottle and resting against the countertop.

You haven’t run away, so he continues, “I always knew we were good together, but now I see that we have a whole future of being good together, not just the here and now.”

Hesitantly, he stalks closer to you, watching you take a large gulp of the red liquid. You must hear his approach because you turn around but jump slightly at his proximity.

“I’m ready to move forward,” he confesses, “and I want to do it with you.”

“Are you done?” you ask, finally looking up at him with a teasing but joyful smirk under a shy gaze. “You’re on a roll there. I just want to be sure before I say anything.”

He laughs but shakes his head once, “Nope.” He takes the glass from your hand and puts it beside the bottle. “One more thing,” he leans in closer, tilting your chin up, lips whispering over yours, “I love you.”

You chase his lips as he pulls back, “C’mon, you know you want to,” he teases, making no attempt to hide his smugness. He’s got you right where he wants you. “Just say you love me.”

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ENHYPEN RECOMMENDATION LIST

✉~Smau ✏~Written Series 🃁~Oneshot ☆~Headcanon ♡~Fluff ☔︎︎~Angst ☊~Crack ⌧~MDNI

LEE HEESEUNG Mistletoe Mayhaps 🃁 ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @bluriki This fic made me giggle sm the mistletoe was the op fr NEW BEGINNINGS 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @ikeuverse Crying. Belong To You 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @jaeyunluvr ANGST TO FLUFF ARE SO GOOD ## Buy One, Take me ✉ ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @heeracha If they didn't have their happy ending I would've molded one with my own BARE hands. Falling In Love With Heeseung 🃁 ~ ♡ @wondipity THIS SHORT FIC OMLLL WIN ONE WIN ME 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @jaylver THIS FIC HAS ME ON A CHOKE HOLD, also FUCK MATTHEW.

PARK JAY What do you mean dad went to get the milk!? 🃁 ~ ☊ @orangflowalober Why do the children know what the milk joke means..... 21st CENTURY GIRL ✉ ~ ☊ @hoonvrs This was acc so funny the way they refused to believe jay

SIM JAKE Nothing Here Yet...

PARK SUNGHOON Always Forever 🃁 ~ ♡ @kairoot MY BB HOON 12 Days Of Christmas ✉ ~ ☊ @jebi-won SUNGHOON IS SO ME but my wishlist never came Return To Sender ✏ ~ ☔︎︎ @jjunberry I would've never speak to my sibling ever again.... Look At Me Now ✉ ~ ☊ @facechasers SECRET RELATIONSHIP TROUP >>>>> The Perfect Love Scheme 🃁 ~ ♡ @lovepookie I LOVE THE LOSER SUNGHOON AGENDA NOW WE DATE! ✉ ~ ☊ @boyfhee Sunghoon will always be so bbg Back Off! 🃁 ~ ♡ @delcakoo Hand bumping while I'm getting snacks is not romantic so MOVE Mirrorball 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @rosenhypen HOLDING MY TEARS THE WHOLE FIC With Love, Sunghoon 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @dazed-hee I WENT THROUGH SM EMOTIONS HOON WAS AN ASS Take a Chance With Me 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @snghnlvr I FACEPALMED WHEN SUNGHOON SAID THAT Homesick 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @aakomii The line 'take me home' did me IN Introducing You To His Fans On Vlive 🃁 ~ ♡ @nokacchan Sunghoon just being smitten The 24-Hour Dating Challenge 🃁 ~ ♡ @jaeyunverse Someone better confess to me in asters NOONA ✉ ~ ☊ @hoonvrs Play WOW by stray kids

KIM SUNOO Guess who ✉ ~ ☊ @soobnny THE WAY THEY KEPT REFERENCING SUNWOO FROM THEBOYZ Let My Love Run Wild ✉ ~ ♡ @jaeminvore This was so sweet i’ll be putting on a suit, be tip toeing to you if you’re down for it 🃁 ~ ♡ @yenqa GET URSELF A MAN WHO'LL UP ON VALETINES IN A TUEXEDO AND GET IT DIRTY FOR YOU !!

YANG JUNGWON Did I, A Side Character Became The Male Leads Wife!? ✏ ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @ateliertale JUNGWON COULD NOT LEAVE US ALONE Idol Crush! ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ☔︎︎ @enhas-bestie Wonyoung carried the last few chapters. Best Wingwomen FIRST & SECOND 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @nkplanet I'LL FIGHT HER PARENTS. IT'S ON SIGHT

NISHIMURA RIKI Love Dive ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @tzyuki KEEYNKI SOLOS. Shoot! ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @amakumos GENSHIN DATING APP REAL. CAN I BE YOURS? 🃁 ~ ♡ @mintsvnoo SMALL NIKI AND HIS INNOCENT ACTIONS YOUR HIGHNESS 🃁 ~ ♡ @nkplanet and people ask me why I have high standards Weird Cat Guy 🃁 ~ ♡ @boydepartment He didn't catch a cat..... THAT'S HER!! ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @jakesgalxy I prayed for the previous CEO's downfall.

OT7 She's Taken PT.2 ☆ ~ ☊ @star-sim THE FANS ARE SO SILLY Is Your Girlfriend Single? PT.2 ☆ ~ ☊ @star-sim DYING OF LAUGHTER QUITE LITERALLY Being Asked Out PT.2 ☆ ~ ♡ @wwonwonism Made me giggle Lipgloss & Kisses ☆ ~ ♡ @maeumi-jng WHEN IS IT MY TURN ooo You Want Me So Bad ☆ ~ ♡ ~ ☊ @sharkorok THE NICE TO YOU BUT RUDE TO EVERYONE ELSE TROUP IS GONNA BE THE END OF ME SELLING MY BOYFRIEND ☆ ~ ✉ ~ ☊ @luvyeni Something silly for valentines Enha reaction to their s/o crying after a member scares them ☆ ~ ♡ @yeeunjia This is me and my sensitive heart Enha getting you a snack you're craving at 3am ☆ ~ ☊ @n1k1tty Get urself a s/o who gets you what you're craving at unholy hours When You Can't Sleep Without Them ☆ ~ ♡ @angel1kisses Very Comforting

#enha x Reader #Enhypen x Reader #Lee Heeseung x Reader #Jay Park x Reader #Jake Sim x Reader #Park Sunghoon x Reader #Kim Sunoo x Reader #Yang Jungwon x Reader #Riki Nishimura x Reader

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audhd-nightwing · 5 months

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random batfam hcs xmas edition

bruce: raised jewish, celebrated Hanukkah and Christmas but never believed in Santa. stopped celebrating after his parents died but he and alfred would exchange gifts every year around Christmas

babs: celebrates Christmas, has two because she spends one with each parent (they’re divorced). technically gets three bc she’s always invited to the manor as well

dick: celebrated all winter holidays because the circus was very diverse, his parents weren’t very religious so it was mostly just for fun and spending time together (their circus troupe was basically a big family)

jason: raised Catholic, always went to church with his mom on Christmas. she tried to get him gifts every year. he still goes to Christmas Mass even though he’s an atheist since it reminds him of her

cass: makes bruce celebrate Hanukkah and Christmas every year (despite both of them being agnostic)

tim: not Christian but celebrated Christmas with his parents, he was never taught to believe in Santa

steph: celebrates Hanukkah with her mom

duke: celebrated Christmas and Kwanzaa with his parents, bruce starts celebrating Kwanzaa once duke moves into the manor

damian: celebrates Hanukkah and Christmas with bruce, didn’t celebrate any while living with the league (but talia gave him little gifts all the time)

basically bruce ends up celebrating all the november/december holidays at the manor

(yes i know Santa is real in their universe shush)