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nyctophiliq · 1 year

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merry xmas moss!! do you have any arcane milf holiday season hcs? 🎄

content warnings; fem reader. sfw ! — lowercase writing intended, fluffy fluff, holiday celebration ( oh definitely !!! merry christmas and happy holidays, here's some drabbles how it would be like with them arcane milfs :D these are short and little late but hope you like them anyway ! )

⠀⠀( dialing . . . ) — happy holidays w/ ambessa, cassandra, sevika, renata, and grayson

— 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍

holidays for cassandra were a stressful time, even with all the maids around the house she was making sure everything was nothing less than perfect. the most enormous christmas tree, the classic christmas songs, and the prettiest pastries for after dinner. she is a sight to see in her most adorable apron, running back and forth from one end to another in the kitchen.

it's a packed house at the kiramman residency every year, with extended family filling the giant mansion with some council members who otherwise wouldn't be making such a hassle out of it. it's nerve-racking for cassandra but seeing you chat away with her nosy family, watching as you bob your head to the song in the background just makes her remember how worth it this is.

if she could she would be standing next to you all night, hooking her arm with yours while drinking egg nog, but guests are to be taken care of.

she wishes she could be walking around in the cold snow, tucked away in a thick jacket with you, sharing memories since that is her favorite part about the holidays.

FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE; the santa clause

— 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐀

christmas in noxus was not as big as anywhere else in runeterra, so she isn't so much interested in it. first, that is, soon when you are putting the lights on and seeing how excited you seem to be it grows on her, so much so that it becomes her favorite thing.

lifting you up to place the top ornament has to be the best part about it, teasing you how much of a shorty you were compared to her and needing help.

aside from the amazing food that you told the cooks to make, what you whipped up for her to drink next to the fire was hot cocoa. she never tasted something like this made out of chocolate! and those little sweet pillows on top you toasted somehow, delicious!

no severed body parts on or under the tree ambessa, it's not that kind of joyous time.

FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE; home alone

— 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐂

the chem-baroness hasn't celebrated the holidays for what seemed like her whole life ever since she started the glasc industries. she hardly has any traditions aside from listening to the seasonal songs on vinyl with a glass of her finest drink from the top shelf.

renata finds it adorable how you insist on a tree, how you explain that food has to do a lot with the holiday and that the presents are essential but not that important.

she is absolutely against for you to lay in the snow to make a snow angel, no way josé. for starters, you could get sick, not to mention that you never know what is under it, for all you could know there might be some dirt or worse there that somebody disposed of.

she takes you out for christmas dinner and to see some christmas stage performances in piltover. favorite part of the day and the holiday, sitting with you in the darkness in the theater box with a glass of champagne or whatever you wanted to drink. holding hands, making little comments about the performance and the music.

FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE; the nutcracker (ballet version)

— 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐈��𝐀

the holidays for sevika were spent at either the brothel or the last drop, given that she really didn't have anyone special to spend the celebration with- she picked someone up. but when you popped into the picture her whole ritual was re-forged and sevika was to the moon and back about the holidays coming around, so much so she was the one buying matching ugly christmas sweaters for the both of you.

sevika is that cheeky person who would be dancing around you, even trying to get you to join her while singing christmas songs from the top of her lungs.

her favorite is the baking part, not because she makes the best cookies or pastries but because of how fun it can be. throwing flour at each other, dropping eggs, and just the all-around chaos. non of you can bake but making gingerbread cookies can't be that hard, right? it's a mess but they turn out okay, they might look ugly because the frosting is melting but the two of you made it!

FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE; how the grinch stole christmas

— 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

christmas gets busy for the sheriff of piltover, all these people having last-minute shopping trips and kicking each other in the ankles, and ending up in front of the steam train.

she might not have been looking forward to the holidays but ever since you and she decided to spend them together, it's essential for her to get off work in time for dinner with you. last time she couldn't get you a proper present or at least in her opinion, not the 'perfect' gift so she is going all out this year.

grayson loves decorating the house, sneaking a mistletoe somewhere hardly be noticed so she can plant you into a sneak attack kiss.

FAVORITE CHRISTMAS MOVIE; elf

#📼 › moss tapes #arcane x reader #sevika x reader #arcane #grayson x reader #ambessa medarda x reader #renata glasc x reader #cassandra kiramman x reader #arcane cassandra x reader #arcane sevika x reader

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padfootagain · 4 months

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Masterlist - Requests are closed - The tag list is open!

Hello!!

I hope all of you have a wonderful time for the end of this crazy year! Here is the posting schedule for the upcoming three weeks, I'll have some time to write during the holidays, right before exam season strikes in January, so hopefully we can keep this rhythm up through January and February!

We're also welcoming a new character that I'll be adding to the masterlist! Because I have no self-control, and am going to hell for this... hope you like it! :D

Wishing all of you a merry Christmas for those who celebrate, and a happy new year! Hope you like the new fics!

19/12/2023 - The Car Trap

Hozier x Reader, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, oneshot

Summary: You're offered a job in Switzerland, and you're ready to accept it. It would offer you a new beginning, a way to forget about the love you have for your best friend. But a trip through a snowstorm with Andrew might change everything...

22/12/2023 - Chapter 23 for Something Good

Ben Barnes x Reader, Professor AU!, angst, fluff, slow-burn, enemies to lovers, on-going series

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already iss. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

25/12/2023 - Home For Christmas

Hozier x Reader, fluff, nothing but fluff, oneshot

Summary: Andrew is on tour during the Christmas season. Unless... he's got a surprise for you on Christmas Eve!

28/12/2023 - Black Dog Neighbour

Sirius Black x reader, enemies to lovers, fluff, requested by @nobodyshomearchive for my 6k event, oneshot

Summary: God, you hate that guy next door. Bloody annoying neighbour with his noisy motorcycle, his loud friends, his annoying laugh, his charming smile, his amazing hair, his effortless way to sport sexy leather jackets. He’s insufferable, you hate him to bits. The fact that he’s a talented wizard who can magically change into a dog to guard your door when your ex comes bothering you again will not change your first impression in the slightest, by the way. You still hate him to guts. Probably…

31/12/2023 - Chapter 4 for The Last Ones on Earth

The Darkling x reader, angst, fluff, on-going series

Summary: You and the Darkling are a team, even if no one knows it. Beyond being a team, you are the only one he trusts, and he's the only one you care about, and you're each other's true love. But if you've kept your secrets hidden for a long time, now that the Sun Summoner is fighting against you, it's time to reveal who you are, and what you are capable of...

03/01/2024 - Pink Helmet

Sirius Black x reader, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, requested by @wolfmoonmusic for my 6k event, oneshot

Summary: You get jealous on a night out with your friends, because Sirius is flirting with some random girl at the bar. Your anger is about to cause a chain reaction that will bring unsuspected consequences… for the better.

06/01/2024 - When We Were Lying

Hozier x Reader, angst, friends to lovers, fake dating AU, angst to fluff, oneshot

Summary: Your ex is attending your family gathering for Christmas and there is no way you're going to face that alone. Of course, you drag your best friend into this, and he's too smitten with you to say no when you ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend. Although, the fact that you both have feelings for each other might end up being a problem...

09/01/2024 - Chapter 6 for You and the King

Caspian x reader, Sequel to The King and You, angst, fluff, on-going series

Summary : After meeting Caspian in your own world, you decide to follow him to Narnia, your love for him too strong for you to keep your old life. But as you discover the magic of Narnia, you soon realise that this extraordinary world is as dangerous as it is magnificent. Will your love for Caspian be enough to defeat your new enemies?

12/01/2024 - Bookshelves

Ben Barnes x reader, fluff, domestic bliss, requested for my 6k event, oneshot

Summary: Nothing’s better than reorganizing your bookshelves with the love of your life on a crispy autumnal afternoon…

#posting schedule #schedule #posting schedule december 2023 #writing #fanfictions #masterlist

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strangerthingfanfic · 1 year

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Title: A New Start: A Christmas Story

Summary: a part of the A New Start story.

Billy gets to celebrate his first real Christmas

A Christmas Story

December 25, 1984

The sound of the ocean rang in Billy’s ears. The smell of seawater tickled his nose.

He hadn't been to the beach for almost a year now but he could still hear and smell it like it was just right there, especially in his sleep.

Listening to the waves crash against the shore Billy wished he could stay here forever. It was safe.

But he was safe. He knew he was safe but still had moments when anxiety and fear kicked in.

The sound of his bedroom door creaking open woke him up.

“You awake Billy?” Max asked, coming in slowly. “Yeah,” Billy said and started sitting up.

A blast of pain traveled up his spine and he crumpled back into the bed.

Max rushed over and took his hand calling for Mr. Sinclair to come and help.

Running in Charles quickly helped Billy get settled back in.

“Hey champ, I know you're ready to be back to normal but you're going to reinjure yourself if you push too much,” Charles said as he covered Billy back up making sure he was comfortable.

“Sorry I forgot for a sec” Billy said looking at the ceiling.

“No need to apologize Billy, you have made great progress and you're going to prove those doctors wrong and walk again but I won't let you do that at the cost of your life” Charles said sternly but with love.

Billy nodded and hugged him and said “thanks dad” and when he realized what he had done he tried to pull away. “I'm so sorry,” he muttered.

Charles held him tightly and said, “never be sorry. Your my son now and you are more than welcome to call me dad”.

Billy cried into Charles’s shirt. Half out of happiness for himself and a half for Max who was dragged into the hug.

Once the two escaped their dad's grip, Billy turned to Max and asked, “what did you need sport”?

“To wish you a Merry Christmas of course,” Max said beaming, making him smile. Not only did the Sinclairs change their lives but they fixed his relationship with Max.

“Merry Christmas Max, and dad” Billy said, actually looking forward to the holiday.

Ever since his mom had walked out Christmas became another day of the week for Neil to beat on him but not now.

“Max, why don't you go see what Lucas is up to and i'll help Billy get dressed,” Charles said.

Max nodded and ran out of the room. The first thing they did was sit down and figure things out so Max and Lucas could continue their relationship.

Billy gained full custody of Max and since he was eighteen he could live wherever he wanted. That way they still had parents there but Max was legally not Lucas's sister.

An hour later Charles was pushing Billy in his wheelchair to the living room where there were presents under the tree waiting for them.

Billy could smell the ham cooking and lit up when he saw that Patrick was there as well.

Patrick went over and kissed Billy. “They're gonna all be so surprised” Patrick whispered into Billy’s ear. Billy smiled and nodded and they kissed again.

As soon as “The Party” arrived along with Steve and his new flame, Eddie, who ran the high school dungeons and dragons club and now wants to run one at the middle school was connected to Steve at the hip.

Eddie was a bit out there but he knew good music so he didn't mind hanging around him.

They all gathered and exchanged gifts. Billy got a new hair care set and clothes along with some cash.

He had never got gifts before. This was all new to him.

As the day wore on and Max had joined in on Eddie's special Christmas D&D game, Billy watched out the window.

“What's on your mind handsome,” Patrick said, placing a kiss on Billy's forehead.

“Oh I just heard Hawkins has a beautiful snowy winter and yet nothing. It's cold. It's windy but there is no snow” Billy said with a sigh.

Patrick smiled. “It's Christmas baby, anything can happen. Come on dinner is ready so stop moping” Patrick said and before Billy could say anything started pushing him towards the dining room.

It looked like a spread at some fancy party. All of the traditional food was there.

That night they all ate like kings and were stuffed. The older kids went out onto the patio to get some fresh air.

That's when Patrick's Christmas miracle happened.

Snow.

Not just a few flakes but enough that within minutes there was a blanket of fresh snow where the lawn used to be and it was still snowing.

Billy's eyes teared up. He didn't know why but seeing his first snowfall was magical and emotional.

Slowly the house emptied out onto the deck where everyone watched the falling snow.

Lucas stole a kiss from Max before they all headed out to build a snowman and have a snowball fight.

Billy watched from his chair on the deck.

“Now is the best time handsome,” Patrick said grinning.

Billy nodded and using his strength he stood up and everyone went silent.

Once he gained some balance he took a step forward and then another.

He walked right to Sue who was just a few more steps away and hugged her.

“I'm so proud of you Billy” Sue said, sighing hugging him back.

“Thanks, mom but I think I'm ready to sit back down.

Once Sue and Charles had him safely sitting down Max ran over and hugged him.

“You'll be up in no time Billy,” she said and after another hug ran back to be with her friends.

Billy watched until Erica came over and handed him a pile of snow. “You're the strongest one here, time to pummel the others” she said with a wicked grin.

Laughing Billy joined in the snow fight which lasted an hour or so.

As they headed back in, Patrick stopped Billy and pointed up. They were right under the mistletoe.

Billy grinned, reached up and pulled Patrick in for a deep and sensual kiss.

“Soon it won't just be kissing,” Billy said with a wink and they both headed in.

“Merry Christmas handsome” Patrick said as he sat on Billy's lap. “Merry Christmas Patrick,” Billy said and hugged him tightly.

As the night wound down and when it became just Billy and the family he said “this has been the best Christmas I've had in years thank you all”.

“With more to come,” Sue said and they all headed to bed.

As soon as Charles had Billy safely in bed Max came in and cuddled with him.

“Good night big brother I love you,” she said as she drifted off to sleep.

“I love you Max and I promise you I will always be here to protect you from now on” Billy said as he fell into a deep and restful sleep.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #fanfic #max mayfield #steve harrington #ao3 fanfic #ao3 tags #billy deserved better #eddie munson #steddie #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #billy x patrick #Christmas #christmas fanfiction #family #love

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fictionkinfessions · 4 months

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Let me just start this off with Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates ! Happy Hanukkah and Happy Kwanza and Happy Yule and !! Everything else thats happening around this time of year !

This will probably be put out after everyone is done celebrating but my well wishes still stand , if not for this year than for the next .

Since i ‘ ve been oddly festive feeling , i ‘ ve remembered celebrating Christmas with Talon . We didn ‘ t really do much besides drink christmas eve and do a secret santa with my squad but once i got promoted and began working with the big guys we started doing more . I wasn ‘ t really raised with Christmas per say . Yeah , we did a [palm] tree and presents , but it was never about santa or religion . It was about family and community . After so many of the kids I grew up with lost their parents to the Omnic crisis , the remaining adults and elders really stressed community , so naturally holidays are very important to me , even though I havent talked to my family for ages by the time i reached Talon ‘ s higher ups . Still , though , I held onto my love for that feeling of everyone coming together and having a good time , so I encouraged everyone to celebrate something, to have something to be happy about .

Luckily I didn ‘ t have to worry about my leaning towards christmas because Olivia [Sombra , for those who dont know her name] went hard every year for christmas . I ‘ m talking fresh tree up in november , christmas music blaring , everywhere she could decorate being decorated [including people ‘ s private devices being color coded or having their backgrounds changed] , even the coffee creamer was peppermint flavored . So when it came to celebrating , I fell right in . Most of everyone didn ‘ t actually care , if i ‘ m honest . Gabriel [Reaper] was a bit of a grinch , but who ‘ s really surprised there ?

I used to go hard on presents . I ‘ d have Olivia help me out , of course , and i ‘ d get all that I could , wrap up everything [i ‘ m damn good at wrapping too , even now] and get it all set up under [or at least next to] the tree . Everything i ‘ d get for everyone were genuine gifts too . Olivia did all of the gag gifts . I suppose after losing Baptiste and then slowly the rest of my old squad I valued my new crew a lot more than I realized at the time . I miss everyone . Especially Baptiste . Especially Olivia . Especially Amélie [Widow] . Especially Moira . I hope you guys are having a good holiday season !! Just know Mauga ‘ s got a present for you !! [it ‘ s an obnoxiously bone crushing hug]

Much love to my crew back at Talon,

— Maugaloa Malosi [Overwatch]

📦

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #overwatchkin #maugaloamalosikin #holidays cw #christmas cw #memories issue #alcohol cw

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stargazer-balladeer · 3 years

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Christmas Greetings from them [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Aether, Albedo, Amber, Barbara, Beidou, Bennett, Childe, Chongyun, Diluc Ragnvindr, Diona & Fischl.

Notes: .. AYE- TIME TO START WORKING- :DDD the child-like characters (qiqi, klee, diona, and paimon—) are all platonic. so no worries there- i also have to randomize Diona’s and Sucrose’s ;;w;; i’m just gonna imagine what’ll like if the two characters interact- some of this are long, some are short. So sorry abt the inconsistency :pp hope ya’ll like this! (Bc this is the first time i’ve done something like this- 🤧)

Ps: I have to cut this into several parts bc there is a maximum word count in one post- ;;w;; so i only added the ones that appeared here.

Additional Notes: based on the “wishes” thing. So like,, ya know, how we believe that if we make a wish on a star it’ll come true kind of thing? So,, when making a wish or prayer or something, they do it in a prayer position and think of it- and that person somehow receives it?? (I’m still not sure abt this part ;;w;; but let’s wing it-!). Also,, I refer “wish” as a prayer- 🤧 sorry if its confusing- hshs

Warning: some of the characters are OOC ;;w;; sorry-

Aether

With Paimon

“Oh? Is it already that time of the year again?”

“Of course it is! Don’t tell me you forgot-!”

“Oh-! Of course not, Paimon. Not with you constantly reminding me..”

“C’mon! Say your wishes! Oh.. also! You should probably say your wishes for your s/o!”

“Hmm.. you know what, Paimon. You could be useful sometimes.”

“Hey! What does that suppose to mean?!”

“Wishing stars.. this is for my beloved [Y/N], I wish that we can get to spend every Christmas season together. Though I may travel a lot, and may leave you one day, I hope that you’ll still love and cherish the limited time we have together. Always keep smiling that brilliantly for me, even if I’m gone. As much as this is becoming cheesy, keep me in your heart, okay? I’ll keep you in mine in return. Merry Christmas, [Y/N].”

Albedo

With Sucrose

“Sir Albedo-! Are you still busy with your research?”

“Hm..? Oh, Sucrose. Precisely, I’m almost done with it.”

“You should probably get some rest, sir! It’s almost Christmas Eve!”

“Christmas? Eve? Eh..? Is it already that late?”

“D-Don’t tell me you didn’t notice the time..?”

“I suppose so..”

“You should probably make your wish now! The stars are still out, so it’s not too late to make right now.”

“Ah, I forgot about that. Thank you, Sucrose.”

“Y-Your very welcome, sir Albedo-!”

“Stars that grants wishes, hear my wish. This is for my (princess/prince), my muse. How are you faring? I hope that you’ll come back soon so that we can celebrate this season of Christmas, and possibly more. Can you see the stars from where you are? Can you see how bright they are right now? I really do miss your presence.. I miss the sparkles in your eyes when I discover something new. I wish to see those again. Keep shining brightly for me, okay? Merriest of Christmas, my love.”

Amber

With Jean

“Amber? Are you still patrolling?”

“Acting Grandmaster Jean! Yep! I was about to head outside to patrol the area-!”

“You’ve been working very hard. I praise that trait though please don’t overwork yourself.”

“Hehe~ don’t worry, acting grandmaster Jean! I’m doing okay!”

“Well then, have you already wish?”

“Wish..? Ah! I forgot!”

“*chuckles* Of course. Better make that wish now before the stars vanish.”

“Okay! Thanks for reminding me, acting grandmaster Jean!”

“My pleasure, Amber.”

“Wishing Stars. I hope it isn’t too late to make a wish now-! I kinda forgot, so sorry.. hehe. Anyway, this is for my partner! How are you out there? Actually, where exactly are you? I kinda forgot where you went.. hehe, sorry. Make sure to eat plenty of food, okay? It’s important to eat 3 times a day to maintain a healthy body-! Also, you shouldn’t mind your weight! As long as you’re healthy, it doesn’t matter if you weigh alot! I’ll still love you no matter what! Merry Christmas, [Y/N]! Come visit me again!”

Barbara

With Noelle

“Oh? You’re still awake, Barbara?”

“Hm? Oh, Noelle! Good evening! Hehe, yeah. I was thinking of what wish I should make.”

“Ah. The legend of the Wishing Stars. I’m surprise that you believe in that sort of things.”

“Well.. it isn’t bad to dream, right?”

“I suppose. If I may, why not wish about your s/o?”

“[Y/N]..? Hm.. actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea-! Thanks so much, Noelle! You’re truly a good friend!”

“Hehe.. I’m just glad that I’m a help to you, Barbara.”

“O Wishing Stars, hear my wish. This is for my beloved [Y/N], of whom I wish to see again. Please let them be unharm. I wish I could accompany them in their journey but I have my role here as well. So I wish them the best in their travels. Please come visit though, I wish to see your face again, [Y/N]. And I wish to heal all the wounds that was cast upon you. Though I cannot heal the scars, you shouldn’t be afraid to show them. For they tell a tale of an adventure you went through. Come back in one piece okay? Merry Christmas, my beloved. Sweet dreams.”

Beidou

With Ningguang

“.. huh? Oh, what a surprise seeing you here, Ningguang.”

“I suppose it is quite a surprise, seeing as we coincidentally bump into each other in a hill. Tell me, what business do you have here?”

“I could say the same with you. It isn’t everyday you bump into a Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, in a secluded place like a hill no less.”

“I believe it’s the same reason as yours, peace and quiet.”

“Ah, same. Though, there’s another reason why I’m here.”

“Oh? And what is that?”

“To see the stars. Have you heard about the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“Ah, I’ve heard about it but never really took an interest on them.”

“Well, the simplest explanation is that when you wish upon a star, it’ll come true or be sent to that person.”

“Interesting. It is quite interesting what a human mind can come up with.”

“Hm.. myth or not, I was thinking of doing one anyway.”

“Go ahead. Don’t mind my presence.”

“Kinda hard when you’re the Tianquan..”

“Do you wish to make me leave then?”

“Nah, you can stay.”

“Alright.”

“I have no idea on how to do this but- o wishing star, hear my wish..? Can you send this wish to my second mate? I wish you were here, to celebrate the holidays with me and the crew. It’ll be a blast if you were here.. Though I understand that you can’t be here because of your personal reasons. Though it would be nice to see you again.. I hope that wherever you are, they are treating you well. Your health comes first, okay? Stop thinking of others for a change.. though that’ll be impossible knowing you.. just keep smiling, okay? Your smile is a treasure afterall, a treasure that I selfishly want to keep. Merry Christmas, my second mate. May we cross the seas together again.”

Bennett

With Barbara

“Oh, it’s you again, Bennett. Are you injured again?”

“Hey Barbara! Nope, not today!”

“Thank goodness. I see that lady luck decided to give you a break atleast.. anyways, if you’re not injured, why’re you here then?”

“Ah, I came to ask you on how to send a letter or something to [Y/N]! I don’t know what to get them, and I don’t have a clue on where they are either-! Besides, it’s almost Christmas..”

“Hm.. I’m not sure if this is true but why not give her a wish from the stars?”

“Wish? From the stars?”

“You know.. the legend of the Wishing Stars.”

“oh.. Oh.. OH! I see! That’s brilliant! Why didn’t I think of that?! Thanks Barbara! I owe you yet again!”

“*chuckles* I’m happy to help you whenever, Bennett. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas too, Barbara!”

“Wishing stars, can you please send this to [Y/N]? I know I haven’t gotten anything for you this year, but next year, I’m gonna make it up to you! I’ll give you the best gift ever! Hope you’re doing well! Fischl is doing great, along with the people in the Adventurer’s Guild. Oh, and guess what? I didn’t get hurt today! I guess lady luck decided to give me a break.. hehe.. you know.. it isn’t the same without you. But take your time! You don’t need to come back immediately! I’ll wait for you! Even if it takes years for you to come back, I’ll wait! So please, come back okay? Me and the Benny’s Adventure’s Team will be waiting for you! Eat healthy and smile more! Merry Christmas! Love ya!”

Childe

With Teucer

“What are you thinking of, brother?”

“! Teucer! You know it’s rude to sneak up on people-!”

“Actually, I’ve been calling you for the past minute. You just haven’t responded to any of them.”

“.. really?”

“Really really.”

“Well, now that you have my attention, what do you need?”

“Mommy is asking when we will meet your s/o.”

“Eh? They want to meet [Y/N]?”

“Yep! Their curious on who they are after you mentioning them a dozen times in the letters you sent for them!”

“.. I guess I’ve been mentioning them a bit too much.”

“So, when? When?”

“Well, not anytime soon I’m afraid.”

“Aww.. what gives?”

“Their on a journey afterall. When they get back, I promise I’ll let them meet [Y/N].”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay..”

“Goodnight, Teucer. It’s almost your bedtime.”

“Goodnight, brother..”

“Stars above, would you listen to my wish, I wonder? Will [Y/N] even receive this? Oh well, couldn’t hurt to try. How’ve you been? Hope you’re still alive. Actually, I’m pretty sure you’re still alive. You’re strong afterall. Anyways, my family wants to meet you. You’ve already met Teucer which made the rest of my family jealous because, for some reason, they also want to meet you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to meet you? You’re amazing in every way, [Y/N]. When you return, I’m gonna ambush you and kidnap you to meet my family. That sounds like fun actually.. hm.. might as well do that. Also, you better be getting some sleep. I don’t want to see any bags under your eyes. Hahaha.. Merry Christmas, [Y/N]. May the Tsaritsa protect you from harm.”

Chongyun

With Xingqiu

“.. oh, it’s you.”

“Eh? Aren’t you atleast excited to see me?”

“Not really..”

“Boo.. and here I consider you a close friend-!”

“Well.. you are certainly a friend. But are we really that close?”

“That’s cold coming from you, Chongyun.”

“.. did you just made a pun?”

“Yes. And I have no regrets.”

“*sigh* why are you here?”

“I came here to inform you about something I found!”

“If its a prank, then leave me out of it.”

“It’s got something to do with your s/o~!”

“..”

“I got your interest, didn’t I?”

“*sigh* on with it.”

“So, one of the books I’ve read contained a legend called the legend of the Wishing Stars.”

“The legend of the Wishing Stars? Sounds like a fantasy that someone came up with during story time.”

“Well, anyways. It says, if you wish upon a star during the night, your wish, or prayer, would be heard.”

“And how is this related to [Y/N]?”

“Well, since [Y/N] is out and about, why not make a wish for their safety?”

“But how would we know if that’s true?”

“Couldn’t hurt to try now, would it?”

“.. how would I know this isn’t one of your pranks?”

“I promise it isn’t! Most people know of it actually-! Even the traveller!”

“Traveller? Oh.. I guess it can’t hurt to try it out.”

“Hmhmm! I gotta go now though. Afterall, I just escape from home. See ya!”

“And off he goes. *sigh* he really does do what he pleases.”

“Xingqiu didn’t actually tell me how to do this so I’m gonna guess instead. Stars in the sky, is it true that you’ll grant my wish? Well, it’s not like you can answer so I’m just gonna guess that’s a yes. How are you, my snowflake? I presume that you have a safe journey in wherever you are. If you ever feel peckish, just eat some ice cream, it always works. Nothing exciting is happening right now. Xingqiu and Xinyan are their usual annoying selves, and Xiangling tried to feed me a new recipe she made. Say, when are you coming back? Where exactly are you? Maybe I can follow, wherever you are. But my duty as a exorcists lies here. I hope that pendant I gave you serves its uses to repel any ghosts that dare to haunt you. Oh, it’s almost Christmas. Merry Christmas, snowflake. I hope that next year, you would be here with me instead of somewhere else. Until we meet again.”

Diluc Ragnvindr

With Kaeya

“And what exactly are you doing here?”

“Is that a way to talk to a regular customer here?”

“Shouldn’t you have duties to fulfill, Cavalry Captain Kaeya?”

“Oh? We’re using our titles now, master Diluc?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“*laughs* alright alright. I surrender.”

“Are you really here for the wine? Or are you here to annoy me as usual?”

“Well, I will admit that I initially came here for the wine but I brought a present for you, for Christmas.”

“I hope it isn’t another vase.”

“*laughs* of course it isn’t. Do you know the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

“So..”

“So?”

“Aren’t you going to make one?”

“Why would I participate in a childish myth?”

“Well, it wouldn’t hurt to try now.. especially to your beloved s/o.”

“.. you’re just trying to provoke me.”

“And it’s working~”

“Hrm..”

“C’mon~ don’t you want the best for [Y/N]?”

“What’s your end goal?”

“.. pardon?”

“What will you gain in the end if I do make a wish? Don’t tell me you’re doing this out of the ‘goodness’ of your heart.”

“... hm.. I still wonder that.”

“You’re just playing around with me, aren’t you?”

“Look, we all want the best for [Y/N]. If you want to do it, then do it. If you don’t want to do it, then don’t. I just came to inform you about that silly legend.”

“.. do you even believe in that?”

“Who knows?”

“..”

“I gotta go now. Merry Christmas, sir Diluc.”

“...”

“I can’t believe that I’m participating in a silly legend but, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try. Wishing stars, shining brilliantly in the night sky, would you hear my wish? I wish the best for [Y/N]. I wish they are faring well and that they aren’t having any problems with enemies like Hilichurls or Treasure Hoarders in wherever land they are in. But, won’t you guide them back to me? I admit that I miss them dearly and I worry about them constantly. I miss everything about them, their smile, their laughter, their eyes, their hair, their warmth, everything. I want to hold them in my arms again and kiss them. When I meet them, I’ll remind them of my love again. Hopefully, next year, they would stay by my side in the winter season. This is a wish I hold dearly. May Barbatos.. or that bard.. keep you safe. Merry Christmas, my love. I’ll be waiting for you here.”

Diona

With Mona

“.. who are you?”

“Me?! Why, I’m Mona! The famous Astrologer of Teyvat! I have mastered and know astrology more than anyone in Teyvat!”

“Yeah.. and I’m a dog.”

“I- You don’t believe me?!”

“Nope.”

“Urgh-! And who are you?”

“Hmph. I’m Diona. One of the bartenders in Cat’s Tail.”

“... how are you working when you look so young though?”

“It was honestly just a joke at first but big sister Margaret decided to hire me for real.”

“.. ah, I see.”

“So, why are you here?”

“Well, this is the best view of the stars of all of Teyvat.”

“Ah, I guess so..”

“Say, do you know of the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“My dad used to tell me stories about that.”

“Well, I supposed it could be use as a bed time story.”

“Wait, it isn’t just a myth?”

“Who knows? There’s no proof of its existence but some people swear they could hear the person’s voice in their head. It’s still unclear on how this things happen, but that’s what makes it wonderful, don’t you think? So many mysteries yet so little answers..”

“.. I don’t think like that.”

“Really?”

“Hmhm.. All I wanted to do is to make a wine so disgusting that nobody would want to drink it. I don’t really see anything else besides that.”

“Ah.. I see.”

“Say, if I make a wish right now, would they receive it?”

“Well, it’s not certain but it wouldn’t hurt to try. Afterall, we humans just keep trying, never giving up. That’s one beautiful thing in humanity.”

“...”

“Why don’t you make a wish right now?”

“Hrm.. okay.”

“Just put your hands in a prayer position and close your eyes and wish in your mind.”

“O shining, wishing stars. I’ve only heard about you through dad and this random lady. But would you hear me out? I just want to know if my friend is okay. Their name is [Y/N]. I wanted to know if their safe and alive. It’s only been a few days, but I’m already missing them. They better be alright or else they’ll be in trouble when they get back! I want them back so that I can finally achieve the dream of ruining the wine industry! Hehe.. I hope they aren’t overexerting themselves out there, I know what their like and I’m honestly worried. Please bring them back to me in one piece. I still have to teach them the bow-! I want to give them the present I have for them. I made it myself, a bracelet! Dad help me make it! Merry Christmas, [Y/N]! Come back and be my partner in crime again!”

Fischl

With Bennett

“Hey! Fischl!”

“Hm? Ah, why isn’t it Bennett from the Benny’s Adventure Team. To what I owe a pleasure to?”

“I was just wondering if you’ll be going to the party that the Adventurer’s Guild is hosting. So, are you going?”

“Hm. If one has time, then perhaps. Not everyone has free time afterall.”

“Ehh? You’re still busy? Shouldn’t you relax for a bit? Whenever I talk to you, you always seem busy.”

“It is, afterall, a Prinzessin der Verurteilung noble duty.”

“Ah.. I suppose.”

“Is there anything else you would like to say before we part ways?”

“Oh yeah! Do you know of the legend of the Wishing Stars?”

“I am aware of it but how does this have any interest in our current predicament?”

“.. uh..”

“What mein Fraülein is saying is, how did this legend became an interest to you?”

“Ah! Well, it’s becoming popular among the people around this time of year. Maybe you can make a wish for.. [Y/N]?”

“.. perhaps.. we’ll try to find some spare time later on to do the wish.”

“Alright! Well, I gotta go. See ya later, Fischl, Oz!”

“Farewell, young lad.”

“Farewell..”

“Are you, perhaps, planning on making a wish right now, mein Fraülein?”

“There is no impending dangers around us, correct? Then perhaps, I can spare some time right now to get it off my mind.”

“Whatever you wish to do is what I’ll abide to, mein Fraülein.”

“O great, shining Wishing Stars, hear thy wish, one that is coming from heart. One wonders how the other fares? Have the Gods and Goddesses gifted them protection in wherever they are? Because making the Prinzessin der verurteilung worry like this is unheard of. Still, I would be utmost be grateful to find any sign of them still active. I, Fischl, Prinzessin der verurteilung, want them to return immediately in whatever journey they are in. Though I would still understand if they need more time to search for what they need to search. I.. honestly miss them and their warmth. I want them to hold me again, to reassure me that I don’t need to be perfect always. Ah-! I broke off of character! My apologies-! Anyways, since it is the season of winter festivities, I wish them a merriest of Christmas. May next year come and let us celebrate it together as one. I’m forever in love with you, please come back to me in one piece.”

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frecklystars · 2 years

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Merry Chrysler and Happy Crisis to those who celebrate ❤ my cameo from Fixit’s VA literally JUST got back to me so now it’s time for Keri’s bi-monthly “holy shit I loved my cameo” post 🧡🧡🧡

Okay so I didn’t request anything specific, I was just like “hi, happy holidays, thank you for all you do, here’s some tip money, I hope u and your family are doing well” blahblahblah and for the little extra box at the end I also wrote “thanks for all the Fixit cameos from the past, I like to use them for my animatics :)” or smth along those lines

Mitchell’s videos are normally several minutes long but this time it was a little less than a minute, he said “hey I’m so sorry this is going to be so short, I am literally getting into the car right now. The whole family is PILING into the car - oh there’s my dog - and we’re going away for a bit -- say hi to my dog, this is Jake!! :D anyway I wanted to get back to you as soon as I could - this is my OTHER dog Bella, say hello Bella!! - by the time we leave for our trip we’re not going to have any internet, but I really REALLY wanted to get back to you Keri!! How could I not?? It’s you, Keri, how could I not get back to YOU?? You’re Fixit’s girl!!”

FIXIT’S GIRL??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 PUT THAT ON A SHIRT FOR ME PLEASE??

And after some other stuff he said about family and holidays and such he was like “Keri!! You make animatics?? I didn’t know you liked drawing! I’m so glad to hear that!! That makes me so happy!! Well, I hope Fixit is the ENTIRE INSPIRATION and absolutely NOTHING else!” (and then he pretended to flip his hair at this part sdfljsfdlf) “So from the BOTH of us--” and then he slipped into the Fixit voice and said “I wanna wish you a happy -- trappy -- SAPPY!! -- NO WAIT!! back to HAPPY -- holidays!!” and then in his normal voice he said “I know you didn’t ask, but I made a promise to you that I’d always do the voice when you order from me now!! I had to throw in there a little Fixit just for you :) okay bye!! happy holidays, I’ll talk to you again soon, okay?”

It was short but VERY VERY VERY sweet, and exactly what I needed after a horrendous Christmas Eve. I may not have much of a family to spend the holidays with, but I’ve always got my F/Os... which. is not something most ppl normally say but!! It’s nice. Having this. Voice clips of my F/Os telling me nice things, and the VAs being really really nice and generous about it.

Honestly Mitchell is such a nice, sweet person, he doesn’t even have to do/say anything Fixit-related for me to enjoy a cameo. This dude could talk about paint drying and infodump to me about fifty types of grass and I’d be super interested the entire time, because he’s just such an amazing and kind and warm person and just generally fun to get a cameo from!! He’s always so nice and cheerful the entire time, I don’t have hardly any anxiety at all! ❤❤❤

#if i didn't have art deadlines i'd be drawing myself with a shirt that says 'fixit's girl' RIGHT NOW #woof #kericakes cameos

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nishiisenpai · 3 years

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skating under the lights - nishinoya yu x reader

REQUEST: “ Hiiiiii!! I was wondering if I could maybe get a Christmas fic? (Yes, I know it’s still November but-) Maybe where Noya and the reader are like, spending a day out (maybe they go to an ice skating rink or something) and they stop to stare at a giant lit up Christmas tree, and then Noya kisses them? Thank youuu! 🤍 I hope that wasn’t too vague! - @nishinoya-slut “

A/N: merry christmas everyone!!! i hope all the joy in this world will be well and sent to you after reading this request and that everyone is warm and bundled up in the coziest blankets, hoodies, socks, etc.

oh and to have the best presents ever!!! or the best hot chocolate, gingerbread houses and people alongside seen the christmas lights!

to those who do not celebrate christmas, happy holidays! stay safe, stay healthy and may 2021 bring you the best wishes and luck.

besides stating the obvious as always, i hope everyone is happy and doing well, this request was a lot of fun to write and my god do i love the holidays because of the 2 week break that i get away from school :D

P.S: i saw this request in my inbox and i just had to save it till christmas! so let this be my christmas gift to you all <3

WARNING: NONE - just fluff and christmas crack lol

WHO: Nishinoya Yu x Reader

FORMAT: short story

Ice skating is a very amazing thing to do during the holiday times. It’s super fun since you get to glide on the ice freely and no one will judge. Ice skating takes patience and skill to just stand up straight without falling.

Today you were testing that patience with your boyfriend Nishinoya on the ice.

You guys had gotten changed into some fairly warm yet moveable clothing for your ice skating date today at the city’s local ice skating rink.

A hat, warm leggings, a baggy sweater with a turtle neck underneath, some warm socks, mittens, scarf and a warm yet light weight jacket was all you needed to be set for ice skating. This was your time skating so it was quite nerve-wracking and sorta scary.

“Hey baby, you ready to go?” Noya had asked grabbing the car keys and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Yup!” As you stood up from the ground to put on some shoes and picking up the bag with your skates.

“Let’s go!!!” Noya opened the door for you and him as you guys left your house to head to the skate rink.

Originally Noya didn’t plan on telling you about going to skate but he got a little bit excited and spilled it out. As the both of you were heading to the destination in Noya’s car, both of you were jamming to Christmas music that played on the local Christmas radio station.

Noya had this thing where, when he was the driver, he would have one hand on the steering wheel and the other laced with your hand or to have a grasp of your thigh. It’s comfortable for him to have some sort of touch on you.

“Your destination will be found on the left.” as the navigator stated.

“Anddd we are here.” Noya went to turn into the parking lot to find an empty slot for the car. He went through many lanes and finally found a parking space that was near the skating rink but still sorta far from sight.

“Babe, let me show you some mad parking skills.” Noya sent you a wink, and you shook your head in disapproval.

“Just be careful you don’t hit that-” as the car bumped back, “car.”

“Whoops... It’s fine though, we’ll just buy them candy and write them a note.”

“Noya!”

“What? I ain’t got money on me. You know I’m broke.”

“Fine, but at least make sure it’s expensive candy because if we get cheap candy, it’s gonna seem like we don’t care much.”

“Fair enough. Now, let’s get out of this car and go skating!!!” Noya kissed your lips and you kissed back. He went for another one but you pushed back.

“We can go skating after we buy the candy.”

“But babeee,”

“Baby, the nearest store is literally a 5 minute walk. Relax, the ice rink doesn’t close yet.”

“Okay, fine. You win. But once we get back, we are speeding to the rink. Like, speed will be on our side when we come back.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go now.” You finished talking before opening your door carefully to leave the vehicle with Nishinoya shutting his side of the car to meet you at the end of the car with his hand out.

“Make sure to lock the doors.” you informed Noya.

“Already done, now hurry, we got to go buy that candy fast or we won’t skate for long.” Noya dragged your hand with you to go find the nearest store. You guys had decided to leave the skates back in the car as you were going to come back to place the candy by the hit vehicle.

“Awh, babe look! They have these here!” Noya had pointed out to an old childhood snack.

“What? No way! We have to get them for later.”

“Definitely. How many do you think we need?” Nishinoya had asked staring at the box of childhood snacks.

“How about ten? We would both get five each.”

“Smart thinking.” your boyfriend had agreed before dumping in ten of the childhood snacks into the basket that Nishinoya was holding.

“Let’s pick this brand of chocolate. They’re kind of expensive looking and have a decent amount for it’s price.” You picked up a box of chocolates that looked rather expensive looking.

“Eh, whatever works. Now can we pleaseee go back to skate? We’ve literally raided the candy aisle for a solid fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, okay, fine. But we also need to write a small note, so I’ll dash to the school supplies section to buy a small wad of paper and some pens.”

“Make sure to get stickers! They have to be the glittery ones!”

“Yeah! Yeah! I’ll go right now!” waving a hand in the air to signal your leave. You went to aisle nine where they kept the school supplies.

Searching for the paper and pen was easy, you even grabbed some markers to add some colour. Moving onto the stickers, it was hard. It was hard only because there were so many options for stickers. They had so many varieties of stickers. Ranging from flowers, animals, certain characters from different series, puffy stickers, and even simple glitter stickers. Too many stickers, yet so little money.

“Baby, what is taking you so long?” Noya had walked down the aisle as he stared at you in confusion.

“So many stickers, yet so little space and money...” You mumbled staring at the stickers.

“Stickers? What’s with the- oh... Wow... There’s so many.”

“I know... I’ve been staring at them for a solid five minutes admiring them.”

“Yeah, I can see why... But we need to really hurry up. The rink is gonna close soon, Y/N!”

“Okay, okay, okay! Let’s just grab these two.” your hand reached for the glittery stars and glittery minion stickers. Noya let out his hand and you latched on as you guys sped to the cash register to pay for the stuff.

Nearly tripping over your own feet, both of you managed to hurry back to Noya’s car as you quickly scribbled on an apology, randomly placed stickers on the apology note before throwing in the candy in the oversized bag Nishinoya had picked out and sneakily yet hurryingly placed the bag on their hood.

“Let me get the skates, and we are good to go.” your boyfriend smiled before opening his trunk to pull out two pairs of skates. “You ready, Y/N?”

“Not really.”

“Good enough!” Noya had grabbed ahold of your hand before dragging you to the ice rank.

“Wow...” you said in amusement at the many families and couples that came alongside the pretty lights that were set up around the rink.

“Isn’t it so pretty?” your boyfriend asked staring at the lights.

“I could stare at them forever.”

“I know, I know. Now, let’s get on the ice shall we?” Noya pulled you over to a seating bench to put on the skates. “Here babe, slide your foot in.”

You slid your foot into the skate as Noya laced it up for you.

“Now, the other one.” Again you followed suite and he finished it up for you.

“Let me just tie mine up real quick and we can go on the ice together.” Nodding at Noya’s statement as you watched him lace his skates.

“Baby, I’m kind of scared to go on the ice.”

“Relax, you got this. We can take easy small steps. Come on now. Take my hand, princess.” You grasped Noya’s hand tightly as you wobbled your way to the rink side. “I’m going to go on the ice first and guide you through, okay?”

You immediately latched onto the side of the rink as Noya let go of his hand to step onto the ice. He laughed at your reaction and you sent him a glare.

“Babycakes, it’s alright silly. Grab onto my arm.” Your hands latched immediately onto this arms as you tried to balance. “Woah, easy, easy, girl. You’re doing a good job.”

“Am I really, though?”

“Yes. Now slowly take one glide forward.” You followed his orders and slowly did so but wobbled again. You took another glide forward still clutching onto Noya.

“You’re doing amazing, baby! Now the other one.”

“W-Woah, this is so cool.” your eyes sparkled as you glided on the ice with your boyfriend.

“Right! Aren’t you glad I brought you here for a date?”

“I love it!” As you begun to glide forward very slowly and slowly took your arms away from your boyfriend’s arms.

“You’re doing so well!” your boyfriend glided towards you as he reached his arms out to hug your waist and placed a kiss onto your cheek.

“Now that I’ve got the hang of it, let’s glide on the ice together?” you linked your hand with Noya’s warm one and he blushed putting on a big smile.

“Mhm, let’s go!” Both of you glided on the ice holding hands and staying close to each other.

Both of you lovebirds had been on the ice for a bit, laughing and smiling at each other over small trips and loss of balance on the ice. You guys even did some competitions, but quickly stopped seeing the security guard eying you both which made you both shiver in fear.

You and Noya had agreed to take a break and sat by the side.

“This by far is the best date, we’ve been on.” Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much after sitting down to take a breather.

“I agree. Though if it weren’t for me, then we wouldn’t have made this new memory.”

“You’re absolutely right, sir.” as you brought Noya down by the collar to give him a kiss on the lips. “Thank you, baby.”

The lights that glowed off the Christmas tree gave Noya the look of a million stars. He was glowing and quite literally showing off the stars in his eyes from that small kiss.

“Can I kiss you again?” Noya asked as he came closer to your face.

“Of course silly, come here.” You placed your hands on the side of Noya’s face as he as well followed suite to give you another warm yet passionate kiss.

The tree glowed and towered over the people that skated and other people that walked by. The lights shining and being the source of light to create the shadow of two lovers sitting on a bench giving each other warm kisses.

“Merry Christmas, cutie.” Noya smiled brightly at you.

“Merry Christmas, lover boy.” you smiled back before going in for another kiss on the lips.

“Ahem. I need you two to uh leave. You’re making it sorta awkward for people to leave the ice rink.” The security guard from earlier said as the two of you blushed and turned flustered before apologizing profusely.

“W-we’re sorry! We’ll get going, now! Have an amazing holiday, Mr. Security Guard!” As you dragged Noya out of the exit and rushed to take off your skates.

Both of you rushed your way to the parking lot and sat in the car, and turning on the ignition to get the car started up.

“That was insane.” Noya said huffing out air.

“Yeah, it was.” You replied doing the same.

The huffing from both of you slowly went down as you guys calmed down and all that could be heard from the car was the Christmas music that played lightly.

“Another kiss?” he asked.

“You read my mind.” as the both of you quickly brought your lips to connect to one another and shared the warmth that came from the both of you.

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terrm9 · 2 years

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Top 5 books?

Good luck with the family. I know how that can feel lol. Sending you so much love and I hope you're having a wonderful day, Terr❤❤

(Also, Merry (late) Christmas and if you don't celebrate, happy holidays)

Maurine my love <333 I am so embarasingly late to answering this haha I am so sorry </3 anyway thank you for your Christmas wishes :DD as for books, believe it or not I have been thinking about this all these weeks and I still cannot complete my TOP 5!

My top THREE are

1. Never Cry Wolf (by Farley Mowat)

2. The Perks of Being a Wallflower (by Stephen Chbosky - I have reread this in three languages and, like, 50 times haha. It's beautiful and sad and touching and it always resonates with me)

3. The Man Who Planted Trees (by Jean Giono)

there are books (or better, book series) that formed me so much in my teenage years - Harry Potter, The Hunger Games, the Divergent series or even The Mortal Instruments, but I cannot call these my favourites. I love those books, or loved them the most at some point of my life and they are great but they 24-year-old Terr cannot call them her favourite hah :D

thank you so much babe <333 have an amazing weekend and dont forget to take care of yourself <3

#dearest maurine❤

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Hey!How about bakugo and denki (maybe overhaul???) With an s/o that draws on themselfs all the time? thanks ❤❤

OVERHAUL I SCREAM YES

look at my non creative ass making this using the same excuse 😐 oh well

My first time writing for overhaul and I went a little overboard 00pS probably didn’t write him right but send me feedback if I did 😔👊

lmao I’m probably not doing any of this right pffft— 💀

anyways this is coming out on Christmas so I wanted to let you all know...MERRY CHRISTMAS and for those who don’t celebrate it HAPPY HOLIDAYS :D I love you all and thank you for helping this account grow!! ☺️🥰

BAKUGOU, KAMINARI AND OVERHAUL WITH A S/O WHO DRAWS ON THEMSELVES ALL THE TIME

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

— “Stop drawing on yourself idiot.”

— “Oh my god let me write that on my arm so I won’t forget.”

— he watches while you out of pettiness pull out your crayola markers and start doing some calligraphy on your arm in big warm letters saying “STOP DRAWING ON YOURSELF”

— you decorate it putting them dots all over it and add your hero symbol and smiled at him with “Thank you for the reminder, this is why I like you.” and keep it going

— he always tries to hide your pens and markers

— he would blow them up but he did that once and the ink spilled all over him

— you laughed at him after beating the mess out of him for touching your markers

— “My jiji bought those for me, baka!”

— “Y/N...get off me...your crushing my balls...and let go of my fucking leg—OW!”

— “You crushed my markers you mother—“

— he buys you new markers after patching himself up

— you inspect them with a glare “they aren’t my jiji’s limited edition watercolor markers but they’ll do.”

— he just twitches an eye but keeps it going

— jokes on you she bought them cause your jiji bought them from staples lmaoo

— “When you get sick no one is taking care of your bitch ass.”

— “Oh please my quirk isn’t going to make me sick.”

— “Your what—“

— You explain to him that when you draw on your skin it actually start to move and this is how you can plan out battle moves and he’s just

— “Hah. Lame ass quirk like it’s owner.”

— you know he got his shit rocked for that lmfaoo his stupid ass💀

— he can’t even get irked at you whenever you draw on yourself cause it’s your quirk damnit

— sometimes he likes to draw on you lol

— “Hypocrite.”

— “Shut, the fuck up.”

— you made sure to get your soft bakugou pictures in without him not

— it’s very therapeutic yknow you just sit in a t-shirt while he doodles on you and watches them come to life

— hes actually pretty good at it

— “Yeah shitty lady I’m good at everything.”

— “Apparently not cause if you were you’d be good at shutting the fuck up.”

— “OOP—“

— one time while you were getting ready to hop in the shower you happened to glance down at your calf and see an ‘I love you’ written inside a heart

— of course you took a picture of it

— of course you sent it to him

— of course he denies writing it but you know better

— “That’s not my fucking handwriting.”

DENKI KAMINARI

— look at bakagou i fell in love again UGH

— you guys are so bad omg

— like it’s terrible

— “Babe lets draw dicks on your arm.”

— “Absolutely.”

— “I don’t think I like where this is going.”

— honestly should have been the first warning

— he doesn’t really care about you doing it cause he sticks things into sockets

— you draw on your arm

— potato potato oh well not much y’all can do

— till one day he just gets curious as to why you draw on your arms so much and your just like

— “Kami do you not pay attention?”

— “Huh?”

— “Babe...it’s a part of my quirk.”

— poor pikachu is just 🥴??¿ but you just stare at him and put your quirk into motion

— you think it’s kind of lame but basically your skin is like paper and whatever you draw on it if you wish becomes reality

— he’s still confused until you just draw a detailed apple on your arm in record time and pick it up

— and he watches as it just peels off and becomes real

— and poor boy is shook

— “Here, eat it.”

— and he bites into it and just screams and drops it

— your just like poor apple

— “THATS REAL!”

— “Yep.”

— “Y/N THATS REAL!”

— “I know.”

— “ITS GOOD!”

— “Should have finished it.”

— “Y/N H-HOW—“

— “Kaminari wait—“

— “Y/N I’M WKDKWK—“

— “How the hell did you say that out loud—oh wait shit Kaminari don’t go stupid—“

— after this poor boy is so amazed at you

— “Draw me!”

— “Kaminari I can’t draw living things.”

— he gets so excited over it

— constantly shows off your drawing skills too

— “Look at what Y/N can draw! Isnt it so cool?”

— “Kaminari I love you but please baby stop showing me off.”

— he likes doodling on you lmaoo

— sometimes he draws the weirdest things while other times it’s cheesy pick up lines that you find yourself reading during a lecture

— he tried to make himself AirPods and they came out looking exactly like the drawing he drew

— he cried in the corner like an idiot while you sighed and Yayorozu patted you on the back and handed you a pair

— damn rich kids wksksk

— it isn’t until days later he comes up to you and asks whatever happened to the dicks he drew on your arm

— you just 🥴, pat his head and send him on his way lmfaooo

OVERHAUL

— ugh his name just gives me the shivers I love it

— also this is my first time writing for beak boy so don’t come after me oOP

— y/n are you out of your goddamn mind

— “Absolutely not.”

— “hUh?”

— the first time he catches you he just takes the markers

— he thinks drawing on your skin is a way of you dirtying it and that’s a big no no

— “You are making your skin dirty, and you know how I feel about dirty things.”

— “That’s not what I get when we’re behind the bedroom doors.” you mumble annoyed

— he just shoots you a look but hides them anyways

— you have to be cleaner than Mr. Clean himself you understand?

— and Mr. Clean is very clean there’s a reason why his head is so shiny and his clothes are so white

— so some time passed and you just continue on

— till you’re playing with Eri one day and she has markers and your just like 😶 cause those are your markers

— meaning one of his henchmen gave it to her due to her either being good or not being able to calm her down

— but either way it doesn’t matter because she’s happy and when she sees you her eyes red eyes just shine like rubies

— “Y/N, come draw with me!”

— so happily you give in and you guys are drawing

— until you uncap a marker and smirk

— “Wanna see something cool?”

— and Eri who doesn’t get to see much is absolutely happy with this and agrees immediately

— so you pull off your jacket and start doodling on yourself and as soon as your hand moves away the drawing on your skin practically comes to life

— it runs up your arm and jumps around and dances almost as if it were an animation

— and Eri is just mind blown lmfaooo she’s so curious to how you did it

— and your explain to her that your quirk allows you to animate the drawings on your skin but only on your skin

— it doesn’t matter because she thinks it’s the coolest thing in the world

— so you happily roll your pants up and let her doodle all over your exposed skin and your both having fun watching the animations move

— till Kai walks in on you both and it’s like tires screeching to stop

— at first he sees the markers and then his eyes go from the box to the paper to you laying on the floor with your clothes rolled up and Eri drawing on you

— poor girl is trembling on your leg

— and he’s about to say something when he just stops and watches the deer you drew run across your arm and hop underneath your sleeve

— your just like “oops 😬”

— but he just stares at you with an unreadable expression and just walks out the room and your just 😐 cause your just like “am I in trouble??”

— later when you guys are alone he just pulls up your sleeve and stares at the deer

— and it’s silent as he watches the deer jump and move around like it’s a normal animal

— your scared of what happens next but he just takes his glove off and gently touches where the deer is

— “Kai—“

— “It’s so real...”

— “Uh...yeah...”

— your just silent as his cold fingers brush against the deer until his eyes just move up to you

— “It’s...incredible. Just like you.”

— you turn scarlet at his words and move to pull away but he refuses to let you go, simply admiring the deer in the shadows of your bedroom

— and his touch is absolutely soothing

— so soothing you end up falling asleep looking into his eyes

— later on in the day your doing some cleaning when your sleeve goes up and you see a soft black heart on your shoulder and you smile softly at it

— “I love you too, Kai.”

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asknigerundayojo · 4 years

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“Merry Christmas to all you Christmas celebrating people! And Happy Holidays to those who don’t! What are you wishing for?”

!!EVENT!!

Reblog with your Christmas wish and Joseph will make it come true! (Interacts, RP, Art,,, Everything is allowed! :D HAVE FUN!)

#jojo #jojoba #jojo part 2 #jojos bizarre adventure #josephjoestar #jojochristmas #JJBA #Battle Tendency #joseph #jojos

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lafiyahenry · 3 years

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T’was the Night Before

T’was the night before Christmas and I was f*cking miserable. Crying on Christmas Eve isn’t something novel or new to me but this year’s Christmas celebrations have been making me feel increasingly more depressed than I was before this season began. I’m no stranger to having shitty Christmases but this one is undoubtedly one of the worst. My “happy, go-lucky, magical Christmas Spirit'' probably died somewhere between the ages of 13-16 and that makes me sad. It makes me sad because I really used to enjoy Christmases. If anybody knew my grandfather, they knew that he was “D Original Christmas Man”. Very much and annoyingly so. When I was a kid, he’d paint the picture of a magical, snowy, Santa filled Christmas. Even after I stopped believing in Santa, he kept pushing the idea that he was my Santa. Christmases changed for me after my father died. I could no longer focus on the holiday, I was too busy counting down the days to his death anniversary that looms so early in January. Christmases changed for me when it was no longer necessary for parents to bullshit it because I was getting older. Christmases changed when the things I wanted started getting expensive or unattainable. I thought last year would have been the worst Christmas ever because it was the first one I had to have without my grandfather- but this year has definitely taken the cake and surpassed anything else that came before it.

2020 has simultaneously been the best and worst year of my life. I’m sure I’m not the only person who holds that opinion. This year has been hard. Extremely. Have great and amazing things come out of it? Absolutely. Does that negate all the pain that I’ve felt? Hell no. I’m grateful for everything and all of my blessings that I’ve gotten. I was able to start the business I’ve always wanted to start, I survived the hardest school semester of my entire academic career, I got a job, I am able to finally have my own space and this is the healthiest mentally and physically I’ve ever been… that’s why I wanted this year’s Christmas to be different. My first mistake was allowing myself to get excited. Months ago, I was determined that this year’s Christmas will be different and I’ll finally have one that I could genuinely appreciate. I had all these ideas and dreams in my head that have all come crashing down around me, burning as they fell. I didn’t get my Tobago reset vacation, I didn’t get my matching Christmas pajamas, I didn’t even get paid. Most Christmas gifts have been deferred to January, which is already depressing enough. Is it time for me to just accept that Christmas is a holiday for children and face the fact that I'll never feel the feeling that I’m so longingly reaching for? Is it time for me to come to the conclusion that Christmas is a shitty holiday? Or am I just placing too much childish importance in it? In my heart I feel like everybody should have a holiday where they feel surrounded by love, support and family. Maybe that’s just my naïve, broken heart speaking- because as I lay here writing this and crying, my heart is broken. I worked really hard and I wanted all these things and I got none of it. I know there are more important things going on in the world like an entire pandemic, famine and wars. Here I am, a privileged working middle-class young woman crying about not feeling the Christmas Spirit. I definitely know somewhere out there, someone is rolling their eyes at this.

This is how I feel and those feelings are valid. I’m currently trying to talk myself out of just staying home and isolating myself to cry. I definitely know that’s counterintuitive but honestly that’s just how I feel. This is the first year I’ve felt like a Grinch. Maybe the Grinch and Scrooge all rolled up into one. It doesn’t even feel like Christmas for me. Slowly, this holiday is losing all its importance to me and I’m becoming even more disenchanted. This morning as I was getting ready to go to work, I watched myself cry in the mirror as I felt the gaping hole in my chest. I feel the space my father and grandfather left behind. I miss them so much that it’s making me sick to my stomach. Of course, I still have family but nothing feels the same anymore. I don’t feel the same anymore. My life continues to change so much, so rapidly. I just thought I could have something nice and something that I wanted for once, silly me right? I’m sorry that this isn’t a “feel good” Christmas blog where I can offer empty platitudes and fake smiles. It hurts too much right now to try to extract some sort of lesson or something deep and insightful from this experience. Maybe in a couple weeks I’ll revisit it to try to make sense of something. Although, a lot of things generally don’t make sense to me anymore anyway. To all those grieving a loss, hurting in any kind of way during the holidays, struggling to make ends meet and don’t feel seen or don’t feel like their pain is warranted during this time: I see you and I’m right there with you. You’re allowed to feel the way that you feel, you don’t have to push what you’re feeling aside because “It's Christmas, you should be happy.”

I know that somehow I’ll be okay. The pain will subside. Christmas Day will come and go and I won’t be constantly reminded of everything I’ve lost or don’t have. My lungs will continue to inhale and exhale even if sometimes I wished they wouldn’t. It will get better. I’m speaking more so to myself but I hope whoever you are, wherever you are reading this- I hope you hang in there with me. Maybe one day I’ll figure out Christmas and maybe it won’t cause as much pain anymore. So for right now, you can catch me in my apartment with my red eyes, watching sappy movies to try to make myself feel better. Do what you need to do to take care of you in these times. I love you. I see you. I’m here with you <3

Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal.

-Love, Lafiya.

#christmas #pain #loss #thewritinggoddess #writing #blog post #writers on tumblr #2020 #sad

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staticscreenwriting · 4 years

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12 Days of Christmas - [Day 6]

A/N: Day number 6 for the Christmas coundown with @mattysheelies.

Prompt: "Christmas is just another day. What’s the big deal?"

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Snow rests on every branch of every tree down every street of Hawkins Indiana. Like thick coating of marshmallow fluff that sticks to everything.

(Y/N) stands by the window, a glass of warm apple cider in her hand, watching the snow fall in big white flakes onto her front lawn.

“ When’s Dusty coming home again ? “ her mom calls out from the kitchen, slumped over a bowl of mashed potatoes, squinting at the old recipe book that has been through too many hands in too many years and is hardly readable at this point.

“ Soon as he’s done doing — whatever it is he’s getting up to with his friends and Steve. “

“ Steve’s his best friend, I think. Such a nice young man. “ her mother continues, then grumbles something about too much butter.

Steve is a nice young man, in fact, Steve is probably the nicest guy (Y/N) has met in a long time. And what he’s doing for her brother, whether Steve even realises it or not, means the world to her.

Ever since their dad left, things had been — a struggle. Dustin was just a toddler when he left, barely old enough to remember things. (Y/N) does though. She was old enough to divide her life int a before and an after. Mom laughed more, before. She was happier. More radiant. She’s still happy not, soft and warm hearted and gentle. But there’s an underlying weight to everything now. One that comes with raising a family on your own.

Dustin never showed any signs of missing out and yet, (Y/N) thinks, meeting Steve is the best thing that could’ve happened to him. She’s no idiot, she knows Steve with all his reputations and faults and quirks. He’s no saint nor is he the most smartest person out there. But he’s kind, genuinely kind, even if he’s a dumbass. The knowledge he bestows on Dustin might not always lead to the desired outcome but it teaches lessons and it helps Dustin grow and figure out who he wants to be. Steve listens and he cares about Dustin, which matters most of all.

The headlights of a car break through the black of the night and a moment later, (Y/N) can just about make out Steve’s maroon BMW pull up in front of their house. Dustin is sat on the passenger seat, animatedly rambling about one thing or another. It makes her heart feel warm and cozy, to see her brother happy. Is her Christmas wish every year. For Dustin to be happy, and her mom too.

Steve puts the car in park and the two of them get out, still talking as they walk up to the door.

“ Hey guys, we’re back. “ Dustin exclaims loudly, as he stomps inside, discarding his boots by the door.

Their mom comes rushing out of the kitchen, apron still fixed around her waist and a look of pure exhaustion on her face. The kids have told her so many times before, that there is no need to cook up a feast for just the 3 of them, especially on Christmas Eve. She still insists though. (Y/N) thinks it’s a way for her to keep control and order in their life. To make sure that even if a person is missing in this family, it’s a family all the same. With feasts on Christmas Eve, and music, and laughter.

“ Hi guys, I just wanted to pop in for a moment and say merry Christmas. “ Steve chimes up, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, shoulders slightly tense. He looks much younger right then, (Y/N) notices, like a shy little boy. It’s endearing to see him act different to the usual confident rich boy persona he tried so hard to display in High School.

“ Oh Steve, Merry Christmas to you too. “ Mrs. Henderson proclaims then pulls the boy into a hug. It’s a warm, comforting hug. The kind of hug only mothers give.

As she lets him go, he locks eyes with (Y/N) and grants her one of the rare, genuine Steve Harrington smiles. “ Merry Christmas, (Y/N). “

“ Right back at you, Harrington. “

With a wave he and a goodbye he steps back out into the snow and (Y/N) turns towards her brother.

“ So, what did you guys do today ? “

“ Ah you know, just hung out at Steve’s place. His parents are gone on a business trip to Aspen or some shit — “

“ Dustin, language ! “ their mom calls from the kitchen.

“ Sorry “ he calls back. “ Anyway, his parents are gone for the month so we watched some movies on their huge TV. It’s insane. “

“ Uh wait wait wait — his parents are gone ? “

“ Uh-huh. “

“ So he’s alone ? “

“ Yeah ?! “

“ I’ll be right back. “

There aren’t many things (Y/N) Henderson is sure of in her life. A lot of the things she thought she knew turned out to be bullshit. Like that Santa is real. That people on Tv always tell the truth. That dads love you and that they won’t leave you behind and never come back.

There’s one thing she knows for sure though, and that’s that no one should be alone on Christmas. So without grabbing a coat, she rushes outside into the cold and hurries down the driveway, calling out to Steve just as he is about to get back into his car.

“ Yeah ? “

“ Dustin said your parents are on a trip to Aspen ? “

“ Uh, they’re in Montreal, why ? “

“ So you’re alone ? “ she asks, wrapping her arms around herself, trying to keep herself from freezing.

Snowflakes are sticking to Steve’s hair more and more with every second spent outside. Like little stars in a night sky. If only they didn’t melt so fast.

“ Mmh. Gonna order myself a pizza and watch Gremlins. “

“ Steve “ there’s a softness in her voice, her eyes, her body language. A gentle whisper. A cautious approach. “ It’s Christmas. “

“ So ? “ he asks and shrugs " Christmas is just another day. What’s the big deal? "

From a completely rational and factual standpoint, he’s right. But (Y/N) Henderson has never given a lot about fact and figures. Instead what matters, is her heart and that tell her, plain and simple, that no one should be alone on Christmas Eve.

“ It’s Christmas. You can’t be alone on Christmas. It’s not right. Come — come inside. Stay with us for the holidays. “

“ No. No no (Y/N), I can’t ask that of you guys. I’ll be fine. “

“ You’re not asking. I am offering “

He combs his fingers through his hair, now damp from the snow. A silence settles upon them, heavy with anticipation. It’s as if someone’s slowed down time for a moment. That’s until Steve looks back at her and a small smile pulls at the corner of his lips.

“ You sure that’s okay with your mom and Dustin ? “

“ Oh please. Dusting loves you and mom has already mentally adopted you. You’re part of this family now, Steve. Whether you like it or not. “

“ I think there’s worse families to be a part of. “

And really, as she hears the laughter from inside and the Christmas music playing softly, she thinks he has a point. This family is small and dysfunctional but it exudes so much love and it the end that’s what really matters.

They step back inside, letting themselves be swallowed by a tidal wave of warmth, battling the cold that has soaked into their bones from standing outside for so long.

“ You guys, “ (Y/N) calls out to her mother and brother, “ Steve is gonna stay for the holidays. “

Dustin races from the kitchen into the living room, raising his arms high above his head and letting out a loud cheer. “ Awesome ! “

“ That’s wonderful, Steve. Now come sit down, dinner is ready. “

The Hendersons always walk on that fine line of having “just enough”. There is never an abundance but they aren’t poor either. It’s always just enough. And with that they are completely satisfied. There’s good and shelter and mom tries to make it possible for both (Y/N) and Dustin to fulfil their dreams. May those dreams be a new bike or a trip to Memphis with her friends or a summer at camp know-where. Mom makes those things possible if it means she has to cut back on some things for a while.

As they sit by the dinner table and Mrs. Henderson dished up some ham and gravy and mashed potatoes with slightly too much butter, her eyes wander towards Steve. And for a moment, just for a fleeting second, she feels ashamed. It’s not secret that Steve’s family has a shit ton of money. Steve’s probably seen normal friday night dinners bigger and more elaborate than their Christmas one.

Then she remembers that it’s his family that left him alone and her’s is right here with her, laughing and joking and celebrating the life they have. Together.

And the shames washed away like It has never been there in the first place. This is her family and her Christmas and they are enough. In fact, they are plenty.

Dustin shovels the mashed potatoes onto his plate, without a care in the world, enthusiastically telling a story about some D&D mission he played with Will and Mike. He’s happy. And mom is smiling along.

Then she catches Steve’s eyes again, across the table, and there’s something there that has previously been hidden. A deep and all consuming sense of calm. A soft ripple in a vast open sea. It’s comforting to see.

Maybe this years Christmas wish, (Y/N) thinks, maybe that should go towards Steve Harrington.

It’s later, their tummies stuffed with delicious food, that the family resorts to the living room, slumping down on the couches, warm apple cider in hand and content smiles on their faces.

Mrs. Henderson is just about to sit down when the song on the radio changes, leading to her gasping in pleasant surprise.

“ Oh Dusty, come dance with me. I love this song. “

Paul McCartney’s voice echoes through the living room. A cheery upbeat song about having a wonderful Christmastime. It sends a happy mood through the room and makes a certain childlike excitement spreads through each of their hearts.

Mrs. Henderson grabs her son’s hand in hers and they start twirling around the living room. Feet shuffling on the soft carpeted floor. There’s no particular rhythm in it, not one move made with certain deliberation. It’s chaotic and messy but this is their home where things are allowed to be a little chaotic and messy as long as they are fun. And it is fun. Judging by her mom’s smile and the chuckles falling from her brother’s lips.

For a moment, whatever heavy burden rests on her mother’s shoulders, on her brothers laughter, on her own heart — it is lifted.

And then a hand is stretched out to her, beckoning her to join in on the fun. It’s not her mother’s or her brother’s. It’s Steve’s. And he’s standing there in front of her, hand reaching out, a smile on his face so devoid of all tension, of all sadness. It’s just pure, unfiltered joy. Because he’s alive right now in this moment where nothing matters but the music and the laughter and the love of a family on Christmas Eve.

So she takes his hand in hers and they too start twirling around the living room to a cheesy Christmas song. She’s no good dancer and neither is Steve but who cares right then? Who cares when their hearts feel so light.

The song changes and Frank Sinatra stars serenading them 4.

Dustin soon excuses himself, sensing the tension, the shift in the air. Mrs. Henderson soon follows to get herself some more apple cider.

Neither (Y/N) nor Steve notice though, too caught up in this moment of bliss. With every second they drift closer and closer, until her head rests securely on his shoulder.

“ Thank you. “ Steve says, hardly audible over the music and the beating of their hearts.

“ For what ? “

“ Letting me be a part of your family. Letting me have a good Christmas for once. I know I said I wasn’t bothered about my parents being away. But it’s — It’s really shit. It sucks so bad when your own family doesn’t give a damn if you’re alone on Christmas. So — thank you for caring. I guess. “

“ What you do for Dustin, for our family. That means so much I don’t think you realize it. You’re part of our little bunch now. “

And then she kisses his cheek so softly, he hardly feels it. Not on his skin at least, but definitely in his heart.

“ You’re a good man, Steve Harrington. You’re wonderful. “

“ Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light. “

(Y/N) thinks the song has a point. Their Christmas might not be the most prestigious or filled with the most presents. Their tree is small and a little bit crooked and their mashed potatoes are way too buttery. But there is so much love here, radiating from everyone and everything. And that’s what makes their little Christmas so merry. Maybe, she thinks, this year’s Christmas wish can go out to her entire family. To herself and her mom and Dustin — and Steve.

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theresnosafeharbor4myships · 4 years

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the Christmas Caryl I wrote for my Caryl Secret Santa @the-space-between1013 I hope this makes you do a happy dance. :D Merry Christmas!

Looking Up (also on 9L)

The night had turned into an unexpected party, and he blamed Judith.

Michonne, heading to check on those who had perimeter watch before night fell, had asked the girl to rummage through the attic for anything valuable—weapons, old gardening equipment, tools, winter clothes. She’d found a few sundry items: a pair of men’s rain boots, a hacksaw, electrical tape, some rope. And two boxes of Christmas stuff.

That last one seemed completely useless if you asked him, but with Carol’s help, Judith had enthusiastically dragged the large boxes down the attic steps, across the hall, down the flight of stairs to the first floor, and into the living where she unceremoniously pulled every item out, then laid them around her in display.

Daryl had watched surreptitiously from the dining room table where he sat inventorying and cleaning their weapons as Carol, sitting cross-legged in the midst of the holiday paraphernalia, patiently answered every single question Judith threw her way. What’s this do? (A nutcracker.) Where do these go? (A ball of Christmas lights.) Who’s this? (Rudolph statue.) What do you do with this? (Faux mistletoe.) And on and on it went. RJ had come out of his room when he heard the chatter and sat contently in Carol’s lap, playing with a miniature snow globe for several minutes before moving on to the next festive trinket.

“Can we put this stuff up?” Judith had asked excitedly, bouncing on her knees and peering around the room at the adults, her eyes settling on Michonne.

Having just returned home to the festive mess around the room, Michonne had looked at her deadpan but, seeing her enthusiasm, relented, smiling and shaking her head. “Who’s going to help you?”

And that’s how he’d ended up single-handedly stringing Christmas lights around the living room while Carol, Michonne, and the kids decorated the rest of the house.

He heard some commotion behind him, but he kept his focus on hanging the one strand of lights he’d already untangled. Standing on the arm of the couch in his bare feet, he stretched over the expanse of air above the end table to shove a pushpin into the wall and draped the string of lights over it.

Suddenly, music blasted through the air, and he nearly fell from his precarious stance. With one hand against the wall, he shoved himself back upright and stepped down onto the cushion and then the floor as the music—an impossibility—faded to a whisper.

“The he…ck was that?” he asked as his four housemates stood around electronic equipment.

“Eugene made it for me!” Judith enthused. “Now I can hear Christmas music!”

Michonne shrugged at him as Judith bounced up and down in excitement. “Found some music in these boxes, and she has a player.”

He nodded, less than enthusiastic, and plopped down on the couch to start untangling the next string of lights.

“Do you know these songs, Mom?”

“Yeah,” Michonne answered, looking at Carol for confirmation. “Probably most of them.”

Judith turned the music up to hear a man’s voice, low and breathy, sing. She stood listening for a moment before turning it down again and asking, “What’s a blue Christmas?”

Amused at the question, Daryl glanced up from his frustrating task to see Michonne smiling as she began explaining how colors could also describe emotions. His eyes darted to Carol, who’d found a place on the bookshelf for RJ’s snow globe, and his heart clenched.

He didn’t often let his imagination run in domestic circles, but he couldn’t help thinking this was the life she deserved. A warm home with friends and laughter, decorating for the holidays, a soundtrack of festive music, teaching kids about the fun things in life.

Her lightweight white sweater and blue jeans hugged her gently, and the low lamplight filling the room cast an angelic haze around her. He stared unabashedly for a moment, everyone in the room oblivious to him, and his heartbeat kicked up. She looked beautiful, happy. He could count on his fingers the number of times he’d seen her look so carefree.

She must’ve sensed his gaze on her because she suddenly turned her head and looked right at him, a questioning, gentle half-smile gracing her face.

He nodded once and felt his cheeks warming at having gotten caught, then turned back to the wretched ball of Christmas lights in his hand.

“Let’s see what other songs are on here,” Michonne suggested before switching the player to the next song.

A loud pop song, peppy and in soprano, blared from the speakers. “You’re here where you should be/Snow is falling as the carolers sing/It just wasn’t the same, alone on Christmas day.”

Judith started bouncing around. “Come on, RJ,” she called and held out her hands to him.

“Presents, what a beautiful sight/don’t mean a thing if you ain’t holding me tight/You’re all that I need, underneath the tree, tonight,” the woman’s voice rang out as the kids starting twirling around.

“Come on, Daryl!”

He looked up at Judy, stricken, as she motioned for him to join them. He shook his head, holding up a hand to wave her request away.

She took it in stride, bouncing around to face Michonne. “Mom,” Judy entreated, holding her hand out. “Carol?”

Daryl peeked up to see the four of them paired up—Carol and RJ, Michonne and Judith—bounding around, dancing.

“I’m gonna hold you close/Make sure that you know/I was lost before you.”

The lyrics played on, and Daryl couldn’t help watching the merriment in front of him. The kids danced with arms and legs akimbo, bouncing around with pure joy written on their faces. The women too, carefree and having fun, couldn’t restrain their smiles.

“Christmas was cold and grey/Another holiday alone to celebrate/But then one day, everything changed/You’re all I need underneath the tree.”

The music rang around them, the words holding him as captive as Carol did, his eyes never leaving her as she moved freely about, hips swaying, arms leading RJ around, an unadulterated smile gracing her face. She looked stunning, nearly taking his breath away as she floated on her feet.

“I found what I was looking for/A love that’s meant for me/A heart that’s mine completely/Knocked me right off my feet/And this year I will fall/With no worries at all/‘Cause you’re near and everything’s clear/You’re all I need underneath the tree.”

Though she didn’t see him watching her, the lyrics the woman sang made his pulse race. He’d spent so many holidays alone. While other families held parties and exchanged gifts, cooked feasts and lived out traditions, he’d spent most Christmases hiding, sometimes in his room or in a closet, avoiding his old man, or out in the woods away from all other human beings. It’d always felt safer that way…but not anymore.

Here he felt…different. Cared for, safer than he’d ever felt before. Which was saying a lot considering the state of the world.

And much of that was thanks to the angelic woman dancing around with a fatherless little boy. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, wishing with every ounce of his being that she was his, that the lyrics filling his ears and setting the wishes of his heart aflame told the story of the two of them.

“You’re here where you should be/Snow is falling as the carolers sing/It just wasn’t the same alone on Christmas day/Presents, what a beautiful sight/Don’t mean a thing if you ain’t holding me tight/You’re all that I need underneath the tree.”

Though grateful she was here, he couldn’t help wondering what it’d be like to be with her, to hold her tight. She’d already become the best gift he’d ever received—his best friend, confidant, sounding board, secret keeper, shooting-the-shit partner, protector and defender, and all-around favorite person he’d ever met. He wouldn’t mind adding to the list.

It would likely never happen though. They’d always circled each other, her the moon to his planet, her gravitational pull on him creating influential changes and lighting up the darkness. Irrevocably close, orbitally connected, but forever separated. What he wouldn’t give to change that, to venture into something more, explore uncharted territory, close the space between them, a collision of sorts that would irreparably change the forces felt between them.

But how? Knowing him, he’d likely destroy the symbiotic nature they’d settled into and send them into extinction if he tried.

No, it was better to leave things as they existed: safe, close, linked, comfortable. Except in moments like these when the longing he felt for her threatened to devour him from the inside out.

The verse repeated and, realizing he’d likely never get the opportunity to move beyond how close they’d already become, he turned back to his task, suddenly feeling melancholy.

“Again!” RJ demanded when the song ended.

“Let’s see what comes next,” Michonne told him.

Immediately, a woman’s voice started singing. “I don’t want a lot for Christmas/There is just one thing I need.”

“Ohh!” Michonne hollered above the din. “I’m karaoke’ing this one!”

With his elbows on his knees, lights dangling from his fingertips, he stared as Michonne, katana-wielding badass, grabbed a six-inch nutcracker statue, used it as a faux microphone, and belted out each and every lyric to the slow-starting turned rock-n-roll pop song ringing through the rafters.

Daryl couldn’t help huffing out laughs as the music progressed, Michonne twirling Judith around with her free hand, Carol and RJ rocking out with the uptempo’d song.

He also couldn’t help noticing the longing in the lyrics, apparently a common theme on the mixed music track. They did nothing to help the yearning in his heart as he watched the festive scene play out before him as he sat idly on the sidelines, just as he had for most of his life.

Michonne caught his eye a few times and motioned for him to join them, but he shook his head.

“Wooo!” Michonne exclaimed as the song ended, looking pleased with herself. “Who knew we’d ever karaoke again?”

“Your turn, Carol!” Judith exclaimed.

“Yeah, your turn, Carol,” Michonne echoed, handing the ‘microphone’ to her, a pleased smile gracing her face.

Carol looked at each of them in turn, waiting for the next song to start, her eyes lingering on him as a jingle-y pop tune started playing.

“I can’t wait to unwrap you at Christmas/You’re the gift for me/I can’t wait to unwrap you at Christmas/Under the Christmas tree.”

“Is this the Monkees?!” Michonne exclaimed as the music jangled on.

Carol nodded enthusiastically, singing only half of the lyrics with the group. “I can’t wait to unwrap you at Christmas. I don’t know the words.”

Daryl chuckled to himself, his eyes ever tracking the carefree spirits bounce around the room. Michonne and the kids held hands, forming a circle, and went round and round as though they were kids in a schoolyard. Carol sang considerably better than children calling out nursery rhymes, even if she made up half of the song.

“I’ve been waiting all year now, baby/For the snow and you to return/So I’ll hang the mistletoe and stand right here/Cross my fingers, hope I’ll get my wish this year.”

The thought of kissing Carol under the mistletoe, her dreamy eyes peering up at him in the firelight, sashayed through his mind as her voice rang out. His eyes flicked up just in time to see her gaze settle on him, sending his blood pumping hot and hard through his veins.

Though he knew she couldn’t read his warm and wayward thoughts, embarrassment flooded over him. He turned away to check on Michonne and the kids, who were now strategically picking places to hang a few boughs of fake mistletoe.

Damn all this love-dovey Christmas crap, he thought, his mood turning dismal at how easily he’d fallen under the spell of it all. Just untangle these lights—and then yourself from this whole mess.

“I can’t wait to unwrap you at Christmas/You’re the gift for me.”

Without lifting his head from the frustrating task in his hands, he glanced up at Carol still caroling. To find her staring meaningfully at him as more longing words fell from her lips.

“I can’t wait to unwrap you at Christmas/I dream of nothing more.”

His belly flipped, and he dropped his eyes to the knotted lights before him, swallowing hard. He felt his cheeks warm again.

Her eyes fixed on him didn’t mean anything. Couldn’t mean anything.

Could it?

Don’t be stupid, he scolded himself, shame sweeping through him at the notion she sang the lyrics to him instead of into the room. She’d never… She was just messing with him. She always did when she was in a fun and feisty mood.

“I’ve been saving all of my kisses/Just to spend them on your sweet lips/So I’ll decorate the place with light and cheer/Knowing Christmas day you will be standing here.”

He refused to look up, no matter how desperately he longed to watch her sing, see those words fall from her mouth as her eyes landed on him. His heart couldn’t take it. As it was, he could barely work the knots out of the string of lights in his hands; he’d never untangle her from his heart.

The song and Carol continued, but he drifted somewhere else.

And why would he even try? She’d acted as his lifeline for far too many years to undo now. No separation, no time apart, no diverging road had ever kept them from one another. But neither had any led them together, not the way he longed for. And that still confused the hell out of him.

How could he even understand what he felt for her? No one had ever burrowed into his heart the way she had. He’d never let anyone get as close to him as she had. He’d spent a lifetime keeping people away, and all he wanted was to draw her in, as close to him as possible, touch her skin, make her feel all the wild, wonderful, and confusing things he felt when she was near.

Damn it all!

He shook his head, chasing his daydream away. Which didn’t do him much good since she continued singing about kissing under the mistletoe.

He nearly groaned, forcing his mind to focus on the wretched lights in his hand. The kids deserved to have some fun, to see Christmas lights strung up and to decorate the house with Christmas merriment and to hear the upbeat songs that used to drive him mad when played in every store and to dance with Michonne and Carol. And where’d she learn to sway like that anyway? Had she always been able to sing?

He knew what the sound of her crying softly in the middle of the night sounded like, how far she could trek without food and water before collapsing, what she looked like after weeks without shelter, and how brave and self-sacrificing she became when someone she loved faced danger. But he didn’t know her favorite song or how old she’d been when they’d met or what kind of music she’d listened to. He couldn’t begin to guess whether she’d ever lived anywhere other than Georgia before they’d trekked north or how many siblings she’d had, if any, or what her hobbies had been or if she’d ever played sports.

“Aw, hell,” he mumbled to himself, realizing he couldn’t get his one-track mind off of destination Carolville.

Finally, the song ended, and the kids cried out for more.

“Maybe we should help Uncle Daryl with those lights. He seems to be having some problems,” Michonne observed.

Both kids hurtled towards him as the next song started, some bluesy, half-country, rock ballad. He gave the partially untangled end of the light string to Judy as Michonne bounded up to Carol, and they both began singing into the ‘microphone.’

“Take back the holly and mistletoe/Silver bells on strings/If I wrote a letter to Santa Claus/I would ask for just one thing/I don’t need sleigh rides in the snow/don’t need a Christmas that’s blue/Take back the tinsel, stockings, and bows/‘Cause all I want for Christmas is you.”

Holy hell, another one?

He didn’t think he could take another lonesome, aching, pining, desperate song about wanting someone, especially not with Carol singing the lyrics out, calling to his lonely heart with her siren’s song and melodic voice.

After instructing Judy and a less-than-helpful RJ, he glanced up at the apocalypse’s best duo to find both of them singing directly to their audience of three.

“I don’t need expensive things/They don’t matter to me/All that I want can’t be found/Underneath my Christmas tree.”

The confidence, joy, and passion with which they sang out made him want to stop and watch the performance, and he tapped the kids on their shoulders and motioned for them to pay attention.

“You are the angel atop my tree.” Michonne pointed to the kids and sang out to them, enthralled in the song.

“You are my dream come true/Santa can’t bring me what I need/‘Cause all I want for Christmas is you.”

A sax solo played, and Daryl watched as Carol, eyes closed, swayed to the sexy music, a veritable dream come true. He swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving her, and he was glad he was sitting down, the kids in front of him and tangled up Christmas lights dangling all around him or he might have made a fool of himself by vaulting up and across the room, pulling her into his arms, and letting her know how much the song and her voice singing it affected him, Grimes gang hanging around or not.

Suddenly, her eyes opened and found his, just as the lyrics picked up again, and she sang them out, loud and proud.

“You are the angel atop my tree/You are my dream come true/Santa can’t bring me what I need/‘Cause all I want for Christmas is you.”

Somewhere on his periphery, he was aware of the kids dancing again and Michonne singing, but every fiber of him was attuned to Carol as she stared seductively at him, pointing in his direction as she sang. The air around him sizzled and heat flooded the room, as though he stood in front of an open oven door, the warmth of her gaze rolling over his skin like fire.

“I don’t need expensive things/They don’t matter to me/All that I want can’t be found/Underneath the Christmas tree.”

The vocal growl she employed at that last lyric sent his heart pounding hard, and it took everything he had to remain seated, watching her sing to him.

“You are the angel atop my tree/You are my dream come true/Santa can’t bring me what I need/‘Cause all I want for Christmas is you.”

She repeated the last line a few more times, and each line, with every word, his blood pumped hotter. He knew he should look away—he needed to. But with his brain misfiring, his heart pounding like a drum against his rib cage, his palms sweating, every atom of him dialed in to Carol, he couldn’t move.

The song ended—all too soon and not quickly enough for Daryl—and the kids clapped profusely, exuberant and hyper. Michonne took a bow and Carol curtsied, both pleased with their performance.

“Thank you, thank you.” Michonne accepted the applause with a rare smile.

“Again!” RJ demanded again.

“No, I think that’s enough for tonight. Come on, let’s pack up this stuff,” Michonne indicated the smattering of unused decorations still gracing the floor, “and then it’s time for bed.”

The kids protested, arguing with Michonne, as Carol smiled, sultry and pleased with herself, at him before helping the kids and Michonne clean up the room.

Dazed, Daryl dropped his gaze to his task and mechanically finished untangling the strand of lights. Had it really taken him this long to try to get some lights hung up? She’d done that—that little performance—on purpose, and hell if he knew what she was up to.

She didn’t know what she did to him, couldn’t know that her little game of teasing had him wondering how he’d sleep tonight.

It’s a wonder I ever get anything done with Carol hanging around, he thought self-deprecatingly.

“I wanna help Uncle Daryl.”

“No, Uncle Daryl can finish the lights by himself. And when you wake up tomorrow, they’ll all be hung up.” Michonne herded the kids towards the stairs. “At least I think,” she murmured to him as she passed him, giving him a little wink.

Consternation crossed his face, and he glared at her as she bounded up the stairs, leaving Carol to finish shoving the boxes of Christmas stuff into the corner as he draped the lights around the other half of the living room.

He felt her presence as she moved around behind him, aware that they had the entire downstairs to themselves. He almost wished she’d offered to help Michonne with the kids. Or that he had. Instead, he felt desire oozing off of him, filling up the room and threatening to suffocate him, and he wondered if she could feel it too. If she felt even a fraction of the tension between them that clung to him like dust to the Earth. Or was she immune to it?

Daryl hung the end of the light strand and stood in the center of the room to inspect the fruits of their evening of decorating. The end tables and bookshelves, the coffee and dining room tables all held festive trinkets, from snowmen and nutcrackers to a nativity scene and candles. They’d done a good, if excessive, job, and the lights gave the room the final touch it needed.

Carol’s hand settled on his shoulder briefly before sliding down his arm, and every muscle in his body tensed up at the contact. He didn’t know how much more he could take.

“Looks nice.”

He nodded, unable to do much more than breathe. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her peer up at him, but he couldn’t face her, not right now. Not with every nerve ending raw and burning for her.

Carol bumped his arm. “The kids will appreciate this. They had so much fun tonight.”

His mouth upturned slightly and he nodded again in agreement. They’d given Judith and RJ a small glimpse of the Christmas happiness and wonder kids today would likely never again experience. He was happy to have helped even a small bit.

“Did you?”

He knew it was a mistake, knew he shouldn’t turn to look at her. Not with her standing so close to him. Close enough to touch, to see the dark flecks in her oceanic eyes, to trace the small smattering of freckles lying across her nose with his gaze, to see the fullness of her soft, smiling lips.

He knew better, but he faced her anyway, her pull on him too powerful to overcome.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his voice sounding softer than it should. If she only knew how much he’d enjoyed it, she’d run for the hills, far away from him, and never think to tease him again.

“Me too.”

Her guileless smile seeped into his heart, flooding it with love and a longing he didn’t know how to fight anymore.

“I noticed.”

Her eyes lit up even more, if that were possible, filled with hope and something else he was afraid to give a name to. “You did…”

He couldn’t tell if it was a question or a statement, and his eyes flicked to her lips again. She’d drawn him in like a moth to a burning flame, roped him in so methodically he was happy to burn himself up just to feel her warmth, to stay by her side.

“I was hoping you would.”

The admission fell from her lips on a near-sigh, the tuft of her breath reaching his lips like a distant kiss and not at all the one he wanted, but damn if it didn’t make him crave her more.

“Yeah?”

She’d reduced him to a simpleton; he couldn’t seem to form words.

“Yeah,” she confirmed, stepping closer to him, filling up his senses, invading his space, making him ache more than she ever had before.

“And you know what else?”

He didn’t, but he couldn’t even tell her that. She’d stolen the air from his lungs, the thoughts from his mind, the words from his lips.

She saved him from having to answer.

“It’s my lucky night.”

At least he thought she had. What the hell was she talking about? “Wha—”

“Look up.”

Her whisper made his knees weak, and he felt his pulse pounding, but he tore his eyes aware from her to peer up. At a bough of mistletoe, hanging merrily down from its perch above them, as though it’d been made for this very moment.

He swallowed hard, knowing what came next. What had to come next. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. God knew he’d fantasized about kissing her nearly every day for a decade, in any number of places, in every situation his mind could come up with. No, he had the desire part down to perfection.

What he didn’t have was experience. Or confidence. Or an idea of how he’d ever be able to walk away from her once he knew what her lips felt like beneath his, how she felt pressed against him, how his arms fit around her.

He knew this moment, ripe with the possibility of everything he’d wanted and couldn’t believe was only heartbeats away, waited for him to simply look at her.

“Daryl.”

His name on her breath made him finally, slowly, achingly, fearfully, soaringly, turn his face back towards her.

As he did, she moved into him, her hands grazing his chest as her arms slid up around his neck, and they came together slowly, tentatively, but full of want.

Her touch trailed tendrils of fire across his skin until heat and Carol were all he felt, a seductive combination he could only drown in.

His lips touched hers, soft, supple, sweet, and so intoxicating he felt dizzy, her presence the only thing grounding him. He felt her smile against his lips, and a groan escaped him, which had her pressing in closer, her body flush against his. She rose up on her tip-toes and he cinched his arms around her waist, holding her to him, holding her to keep from falling off the edge of the world.

He heard her hum against him, the vibration of her moan of pleasure both giving him strength to continue and making him weaker than he’d ever been.

He couldn’t care. All he wanted to do was never leave this moment, never stop holding her, never stop trying to show her how much he loved her.

Neither of them heard Michonne come back down the stairs. She stopped when she saw the two of them, happily wrapped up together and fully making out under the mistletoe she’d strategically placed around the room.

She smiled and turned off the living room light, leaving the two of them to explore each other by the soft glow of the Christmas lights. Apparently they weren’t the only things getting lit this year…

A/N: I took some liberty with a few of the songs, as a few were produced and sung in the past few years. Luckily, no one cares because I own nothing except for my ideas. :D The songs, in order, are Elvis Presley’s ‘Blue Christmas,’ Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Underneath the Tree,’ Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You,’ The Monkee’s ‘Unwrap You At Christmas,’ and Vince Vance and the Valiants’ ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ (which is not the same song as Mariah Carey’s).

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Tenth Doctor x Donna Noble - Donna’s Birthday

This is a gift for @tesssa0 for the Doctor Who Secret Santa exchange ( @dwsecretsanta ). This fanfic is just birthday fluff and the Tenth Doctor wanting to do something nice for his best friend. I enjoyed the friendship between Ten and Donna so much and Donna Noble deserved so much better. I still cry to this day thinking about her fate.

I enjoyed writing this, but I also thought this piece of work was bad, so I hope you enjoy it! I felt I could have done better writing something like this, but I hope you like my work. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! It was nice writing for you. :D <3

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The Doctor never got to celebrate a birthday with a companion. All of his companions would celebrate with their human friends and their family members. He would often be alone in his TARDIS or out on his own adventures on the companion’s special day.

He had been to human birthday parties before, out of spontaneity. Sometimes, he was invited. Sometimes, he wasn’t and he would crash. The best parties were the ones you weren’t invited to. This rule is for both human and alien parties to him. He could really see how “alien” he was around humans. He looked and talked like a human, but he wasn’t one. While he was socially awkward and silly, he would make plenty of friends. Humans tended to like him.

But these human birthday parties he went to weren’t companions of his.

The Doctor was going to throw a surprise birthday party for Donna. He wanted to do something special for her and to make her feel that way. She was already special and she was special to him as he constantly told her. She just didn’t believe it. Out of the goodness of his two hearts, he wanted to do this nice thing for her.

If Donna walks into the TARDIS on her birthday and doesn’t like what she sees or if the party is too much for her, The Doctor will accept her wishes if she wants to leave. It’s technically not a party since it will only be him and Donna, but the Doctor is just calling it that.

It was the day of Donna’s birthday and Donna was just expecting another birthday spent with friends and her mother, Sylvia, and grandfather, Wilfred. While all of those people are good company, she still wishes her father was around. His name was Geoff Noble. She was really close to her father. Birthdays when her father was still alive were amazing. The only people who make Donna really happy nowadays are her grandfather, Wilfred, and The Doctor.

The Doctor spent all day shopping around for decorations, a cake, and presents.

Donna had a great day out with friends and a nice, quiet birthday dinner with her mother and father.

Later on, as she was heading to bed, Donna received a text on her phone from The Doctor.

“If you’re still up, I have a surprise waiting for you in the TARDIS. Come and see. -The Doctor”

She then hears the sound of the TARDIS outside of the Mott-Noble house. The TARDIS comes into view and out steps The Doctor. Donna is looking outside her bedroom window and sees The Doctor smiling at her. She smiles back and waves through the window and then proceeds to run quickly out of the house without trying to disturb Sylvia and Wilfred.

She then walked across the street to meet up with her best friend.

She smiled.

“Spaceman, I appreciate you coming all out here in the middle of the night to surprise me with something, but it’s been a long day.”

“I know, but it’s your birthday and I just wanted to spend some time with you before the day was up.”

“Crap, I just now remember me telling you when my birthday was and now I feel bad for not inviting you to spend the day with me and all of my friends and family.” She then hugged him.

“Well, I’ve got you now!” He grinned hugely. Donna then hit his chest playfully.

They walked into the TARDIS and there were birthday decorations and balloons everywhere.

Donna couldn’t believe her eyes. Her expression was like a little kid in a candy store.

The Doctor then appeared behind her.

“If it’s too much, you don’t have to stay. Feel free to leave.”

“Doctor, it’s perfect.” Donna lightly smiled with tears starting to form in her eyes. She wrapped her hands around the Doctor and gave him a hug. This time, it was a tight hug and she started to sway her body. The Doctor started moving, too. She was squeezing him.

He chuckled and then gave her a kiss on the head. She was his best friend.

“I just wanted to do something special for you and make you feel that way. You are already special and you are special to me. I constantly tell you this. You need to start believing it yourself, too. You’re my best friend.”

Donna started tearing up. They broke the hug and then the Doctor led Donna to a table in a corner of the Console Room.

On it, there was a huge chocolate cake for two people to share. Written on it in white icing lettering was “TO MY BEST FRIEND.” There were also little flowers decorated on it with yellow icing. Donna loved chocolate cake and so did The Doctor. This Tenth incarnation of The Doctor had a fondness for many types of food and drink. He was a real foodie.

There were also 4 wrapped presents on the table. The first present was a dress just like the one she wore on their trip when they met Agatha Christie. Donna loved wearing that dress. The second present was another dress which was red. The Doctor loved her red hair and Donna thought the dress would compliment her perfectly.

The third present was a silver necklace with a pendant with the letter “D” on it. The last was a gold necklace with a pendant that had “Noble” on it. The Doctor explained to Donna that she was honorable while also paying tribute to her last name.

“Doctor, I don’t really know what to say to all of this. Just know that I appreciate these gifts. They are so thoughtful as are you. You’re one of the few people who make me really happy nowadays. I appreciate you so much.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet. Now, I’m craving some chocolate cake. Shall we get to eating?”

Donna laughed. “You got it, spaceman!”

They ate the chocolate cake and then watched television in a room of The TARDIS. Donna then fell asleep happily with the Doctor on her side cuddled up next to her.

She never went back to the Mott-Noble house.

The Doctor was going to owe Sylvia and Wilfred apologies in the morning.

This birthday will be one Donna will always remember.

Wilfred was happy that Donna had found the Doctor again. She was, too.

Donna made several birthday wishes throughout the day. One of them was that she wished she could travel with the Doctor forever.

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