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Anti X Jameson | Fluffy Blankets and Crackling Fires

Prompt: "Fireplace"

Day: 8/25

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Wrapped up to the neck in blankets is where Jameson is enjoying his Friday night. The soft crackles from the fireplace in front of him add a nice touch to the aura. "Jamie," His boyfriend, Anti, softly says. 

Jameson looks up to lock eyes with the glitch who stands next to him, two mugs in either hand. "I made you some coffee," Anti gestures for the other to take one of the glasses from him. He does, taking a small sip before setting it down on the coffee table next to him.

Jameson signs a thank you to Anti, gesturing for the "demon" to take a seat next to him. The dapper man doesn't like to consider his lover a "demon". When you think of the word demon, what do you think? Evil, cold hearted. As a matter of fact, Anti was the complete opposite of that. 

He was the sweet, lovable guy Jameson was honored to date. Anti accepts Jameson's invitation, setting his mug next to the mute's. "Well, we did it. We made it through another hard week," Anti points out, putting his arm around Jamison. 

Jameson signs his response. "We did. I got you a little something." Anti smiles, taking a bit of the extra blanket as Jamie digs through his pocket eventually pulling out a small chain with charm of half a heart dangling from it. He places it in Anti's palm, before giving an explanation.

"As cheesy as it is, I thought you might like it. Look." Jameson takes another necklace from his pocket, matching the other one aside from the charm being the other side of the heart. 

Once put together, both charms link together due to the magnets inside. "I mean you don't have to wear it but-" He's cut short by Anti wrapping his arms around his midriff. Jameson grins, repeating the action. 

"Aww, Jamie, you shouldn't have. Now you're going to make me feel guilty about not having anything for you right now." Jameson shakes his head pulling away from Anti. "It's fine. You don't have to buy anything for me. Just you being here is already enough for me." 

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Family Gatherings | Dr. Schneep X Reader

Prompt: Family Gathering (real original title, I know.)

Day: 6/25

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Holiday Traditions | Wilford Warfstache X Reader

Prompt: Traditions

Day: 5/25

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"Hey Wil, what are you up to?" You ask walking into the kitchen. Wilford was never one to bake considering that he was always doing something else. "Hm? Oh, yes. I am making bread," Wilford replies. 

"Why are you doing that?" You ask. "I'm doing this for Christmas. Back when I was a kid my mother made this for our family," Wilford replies, mixing in the flour, "It was always my favorite and ever since I moved out, I haven't had it. It was kind of like a..." 

"Tradition?" You try, leaning on the island a bit. "Yes, yes. It was kind of like a tradition."

"Mind if I help out?" You question, starting towards the sink. "Please do," Wilford says, "I've tried twice to get the dough to rise. It doesn't want to cooperate." After giving your hands a quick wash, you give the recipe card a quick scan. 

"Did you add the eggs?" You inquire. "Eggs?" Wilford repeats, moving to look at the card from behind you. "You see? The writing's a little squished in here." You point at the little bit of the ink in the corner of the card. 

Wilford hums an "oh". "How many eggs do we need per batch?" He asks, opening the refrigerator. "Two," you answer. "Ok. We need four."

After getting the eggs out Wilford adds them to his mixture of stuff. "What's next?" he requests. 

Wilford and you have finished making the dough in about thirty minutes. "Now what?" He asks.

"We have to wait for it rise," you reply, placing some plastic wrap over the bowl and putting it in the refrigerator next to the egg carton. "How long is that going to take?" Wilford questions. "A few hours." 

"Oh. So now what do we do?" You shrug. "Whatever you want to."

Wilford thinks for a moment. "Do you want to watch a movie?" He inquires, rubbing the little bit of flour off his mustache which is now back to it's bright pink color.

"Sure. Which one were you thinking?"

"How about 'Home Alone'? My mother made a point to watch that one every year," he suggests. You agree and you both make your way to the living room.

While watching the movie you were joined by Dark and The Host, whom have just came back from their shopping trip.

After the movie ended Wilford and you return to your spot in the kitchen. "Could you spray the pan, y/n?"

You quickly get out the spray, doing as Wilford asked. Once the pan was sprayed, Wilford plopped the dough in and stuck it in the oven.

"Now that we've completed my bread we can do one of your traditions," Wilford states, waiting for you to give him one.

"I... I don't think my family really had any traditi-" "Nonsense," Wilford interjects, "Surly there is at least one."

You shake your head no. "Not that I can remember." Wilford pauses as he thinks. "Recipes? Movies? Decorations? There has to be something that you remember."

"I guess we made sugar cookies-" "Marvelous!" Wilford exclaims, pulling you along into the kitchen.

Christmas Lights | C!Mumbo X Reader

Prompt: Kissing cold noses 

Day: 4/25

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"Are we almost done?" You question, handing Mumbo another string of lights. "Kind of. Why do you want to go inside so much?" He asks, taking the Christmas lights from you, returning to his place on the ladder.

"My nose is cold," you reply, holding your mitten over it. "I told you that you should've bought that nose warmer instead of the hat." You roll your eyes. "It's too late now, isn't it?" 

Mumbo sighs. "We're almost done. Can you please hand me that staple gun?" You do as asked and watch as the Christmas light slowly go up.

A few minutes later and the lights are lining the roof just below the gutters. "There," Mumbo says, climbing down from the ladder. "We're finished?" He shakes his head yes at your question, taking a few steps back to apricate his work.

After a few moments he turns to you. "Your nose still cold?" You nod. Mumbo leans down, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of it. "Better?" He asks. "Yes," you claim to satisfy him, "Now can we go in?"

Candy Canes | CC!Schlatt X Reader

Day: 3/25

Prompt: Pepper mint

(wc: 525)

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Schlatt and you are walking down the street together to just because. You just got off school for Winter break and don't have anything to do for the two weeks a side from spend time with your family and friends, which gets boring after a while. 

A light breeze blows through the already cold enough air in the run-down side of town sending a shiver down your spine. 

Austin has three sides to it. The side where the posh rich people live, the main side where the middle-class people live, and your mothers least favorite, "the creepy side". The creepy side is a little sketchy, but Schlatt and you don't really care being the reckless teenagers you are. 

"Here. I bought you somethin'," Schlatt says digging through his coat pocket. He pulls out two peppermint candy canes, handing one to you. "Oh, thanks. Where'd you get them?" You ask unwrapping yours. 

"The dollar store," Schlatt replies. "Where are we going?" You shrug having not thought that far. "We could go Christmas caroling," Schlatt suggests. "It's only the twenty-third you know, you know?" You remind him. "We won't go home until we get some figgy pudding," Schlatt declares. 

"Wait, have you ever tried figgy pudding?" You ask a trace of amusement in your tone. "No," Schlatt chuckles and adds, "Actually, I think we can pass on the figgy pudding." You nod, popping the candy cane in your mouth.

"What is that brown loaf with the cranberry's on top of it called?" He asks doing the same as you. "That's the figgy pudding," You reply. Schlatt mumbles a little "oh" before bursting into laughter. "I take that back; I want to try the figgy pudding." 

"My mother makes it every Christmas. You can try it if you want," You state. "Eh. If there's any leftovers, bring me a slice." You hum an ok. Just as you turn the corner your phone rings. You stop to read the caller id and Schlatt keeps moving. 

"Hey," You call after him, making him turn around and come back. "It's my mom." He nods as you take the call. After a quick scolding from your mother, you hang up. "I gotta get home before my mother kills me," you say, starting in that direction. "See ya later."

"Wait up! I'mma walk you home," Schlatt calls, linking your arm with his as soon as he catches up. "Ok, fine," you say, "but we gotta hurry." He nods pulling his candy cane out of his mouth. It's now shaped into a sharp point. 

"I going to poke you with this if you don't slow down a bit," Schlatt jokingly threatens. "Do it then." So, he does. "Ow. That hurt more than I thought it would," you say as Schlatt mutters an apology and you slow down a bit.

The Next-Door Neighbor | Jameson Jackson X Fem!Reader

Prompt: "You shouldn't have"

Day: 2/25 (I'm only doing 25 days)

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Ok. First box down, ten more to go. I'm moving into a new apartment complex today. It's been about a year since I ended up in the year 2022. After a rough start I found myself a job at the local "McDonalds". I know fast food is a far cry from my previous career, but as far as I know they don't really make silent films anymore. 

After a bit of working at McDonalds I got myself a tiny apartment with a roommate. Now I'm moving into one of my own. I think it'll be better now that I don't live with a guy who's bringing over someone every other night. 

After what seems like forever of getting boxes from the U-Haul downstairs, I finally sit down on the couch that came with the apartment. There are two rooms to my new living space. The bedroom and the main area. 

A knock on the door causes me to jump. It's always awkward answering the door due to me not being able to speak. I open the door to see the same person I saw while moving the boxes standing there with smaller box in hand. 

"Hello," she greets. I smile at her signing a hi. "Oh, I don't speak sign language. Wait, can you hear me?" I nod and hold up one finger before rushing to find a notepad and a pen. I find the one I took from the hotel yesterday and return to the door with a letter that reads "Hi, I'm Jameson."

She reads over the message before responding. "I'm y/n. I saw that you just moved in, and I had an extra pie, so I brought it for you." Y/n gestures for me to take the box from her arms. I grab it setting it on the table next to me before jotting down another note.

"Oh, you shouldn't have. Thank you." 

"It's my pleasure. I feel like greeting your new neighbor with a sweet is one of those things that was sadly lost in time." I nod not remembering getting a greeting from any neighbor when I moved into my last apartment, let alone a dessert. 

"Thanks again." I write. "No problem. By the way, do you have anything to do on Christmas eve?" I shake my head no. Since arriving in the future, it's been quite lonely. "Oh, cool. I'm hosting a party at my place," Y/n points to the door across from mine, "and you're invited if you want to come."

"Jamie!" you say on impulse as you start to fall. Jameson simply smiles down at you, helping you steady yourself. You and your boyfriend decided to go to the ice-skating rank to kick off the Winter season. 

It's safe to say it's a lot harder than it looks. With Jameson being a mute it's rather hard for him to communicate with you while he's trying to help, so he waits for you grab the wall to sign something to you.

"You look like a baby deer trying to stand for the first time," Jamson claims, the grin on his face indicating his tone. "That's rich from someone who isn't even on the ice," you shoot back pointing at his skates still planted on the carpet just outside the entrance of the rank. 

Jameson gingerly steps on the ice. After wobbling for a moment, he moves to stand to the other side of you with ease. "Since when did you learn to skate?" You ask. "Since last year," He replies starting to move backwards. 

You grab his sleeve, preventing him from going too far. "No, don't leave me." You pull yourself to the ice, still gripping his overly fancy jacket tightly. Silently laughing to himself, Jameson tugs on his sleeve causing you to slide forwards.

You suck in a breath through your teeth as you slowly come to a stop. Jameson tugs a little harder this time, watching as you "skate" a bit faster stopping as you reach him. "You see? It's not that hard," He signs. 

The kids. She just took the kids. I'll never see the kids again. The same kids I supported for nine years. Gone. 

"Chase," My lawyer whispers to me. 

Y/n and I have been friends since the beginning. Our mothers were best friends, so we've known each other basically our whole lives. They agreed to help me in court with them being a lawyer and all. "Chase, come on. We have to go." 

Through teary eyes I look over at them. They give me a sympathetic smile, grabbing my hand. We're the last one in the room. "Come along. If we hurry, you can say goodbye." And hurry I did. I got up from my seat and sprinted down the hall faster than I ever had before.

There by the door stood Greyson and Lily. Greyson is really the only one old enough to know what's happening. He's the first to run into my arms. The poor kid. He looks just about as broken as I feel. 

Stacy shoots me a dirty look when Lily tears her hand away from her and does the same as Greyson. I ignore Stacy and she goes back to thanking her lawyer. The thing is not only did she take my kids, but she also took my house. 

All I'm left with is my car and a couple hundred dollars. Greyson and Lily pull away at their mother calling them. "Your dad loves you," I speak, "Remember that." They both nod spearing me one last glance before returning to their mother's side. 

With a look that clearly says, "I'm not sorry", Stacy pulls her kids with her as they leave the building. I'll never see my family again. They always told me high school relationships never work out. I guess I should have listened then.

Now who do I have now?

A tap on the shoulder pulls me out of my thoughts. I look over to see y/n standing there. "You may need this." They hand me a tissue. I thank them, wiping tears from my cheeks. 

They pull me in for a hug of which I return. "I sorry. I tried. The judge wasn't very cooperative." I nod, burying my face in their hair. "It's not your fault," I say quietly. They pull away first. "You can stay at my house if you need."

Y/n let me stay at their house when Stacy kicked me out before. This isn't the first time they've offered. "Thank you, Y/n." 

That's how I end up sitting on Y/n couch waiting for dinner. They insisted upon me not helping, though I begged them to let me. "I made your favorite," Y/n says sitting next to me with two plates of grilled cheese sandwiches. 

I thank them, accepting the paper plate. "Why did she do this? Did I do something wrong?" I ask after taking a bite of the sandwich. "Because she doesn't know what she's doing," Y/n replies. "She was dumb to leave you. It's not your fault."

I watch as a tear falls from my eye, landing on my plate next to the crumbs from the slightly burnt toast. The doorbell rings. Y/n leaves their spot to go answer it. They shortly return with a box. "Henrik dropped these off for you. He thought you might want them."  

Y/n sets the box next to me. It's just clothes and personal belongings from his house. I stay over there everyone and a while. I'm supposed to get my stuff from my- I mean Stacy's house tomorrow and leave her the key while the kids are at school.

Y/n rejoins me on the couch, returning to their sandwich. I finish mine up, setting my plate on the coffee table a foot or two away. "Thank you, y/n." I say out of the blue. "There's no need to. I'd let you stay here any day." 

I shake my head no. "For everything. For supporting me when I needed you, for helping me when I needed help, and for always being there." Y/n smiles at me. "Like I said before, I do it for you any day." 

We both fall silent for a moment. "Do you wanna change and we can watch a movie or something?" Y/n questions. I nod and they head up to their room. I grab a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants from the box, changing in the bathroom.

Y/n is done before I am. I join them on the couch when I finish. "I have Snow White in the player, do you want to watch that?" Y/n asks. I shrug. "I don't care." She nods and switches it on. 

By the end of the movie my head is resting on Y/n's shoulder and we're both underneath the blanket Jackie made for me a while back. It was in the box. The end credits start rolling, so I sit up some. 

I normally fall asleep during movies. "Y/n," I whisper. When they don't respond, I assume they're asleep. I return to my position with a sigh. Why is life so hard?