#happy last night of hanukkah

[sillygooseassociation]

Sweater Lovin'

Request: I have thought of a request for you! Matching "Ugly" Christmas sweaters with Ted -@believemetheodore 💕💕💕 Ps happy holidays! 

Description: You and Ted decide that AFC Richmond's holiday ugly sweater party is the perfect time to not only tell the team about your relationship, but tell the world as well.

Warning: mentions of ted's big dick lol

Pairing: Ted Lasso x reader

Word Count: 3.4k words

A/N: i did it! i got another holiday fic out before Christmas was over! Well, technically Christmas is over where I am (it's 1am), but it's not over for all of the world yet, so I'm considering that a win. 4 more holiday fics to go, two for jason and two for ted (one for each containing smut 👀) and then we'll be back to our regularly scheduled program. happy holidays, please enjoy! oh also, all of the sweaters are linked in the fic! i really hope you like all of the sweaters, i worked very hard to find ones i thought were great for each character specifically.

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A chill runs through your body as you brought your hand down from knocking on Ted’s door, the Richmond puffer wrapped around your body clearly not doing enough to keep you warm. As you attempted to warm your hands by blowing on them while rubbing them together, Ted opened the door, a bright smile on his face, “Hey there, honey!” The mustached man pulled you into a sweet kiss, his hands resting on your biceps before he pulls away, “Let me put on my sweater and I’ll be ready to go!”

The man skirted away in his collared white button-up, heading back to his room as you walk around the living room, taking in the boxes scattered around the room. Even though Ted wasn’t the one moving, you were joining him in his flat, he was quick to offer to donate some of his things, wanting to make sure there was space for your things, “It was my place first darling, but it wasn’t really home until you came along, so I don’t want it to feel like it’s anymore mine than it is yours”. Your entire apartment resembled his living room, though all of your belongings were packed as opposed to only some of his things. As you looked around the room, coming up with some ideas for which decorations and photos would go where, Ted enters the room, dressed in his sweater, “Ready, sweetheart?”

You turn to him with a sweet smile, nodding as you both journey to the door, Ted taking his puffer off the hook and incidentally matching you. After locking up the flat, you and Ted begin the trip to Nelson Road, your fingertips brushing each other every so often as you walk, both of you having to work hard to not lace your fingers together. “You think they’ll be surprised?” Ted chuckles at your question, not at all annoyed despite you asking this question god knows how many times over the past week. “Well, Beard and Keeley know, so we know there will be no shock there. Roy seems to know everything, and even if he was surprised, it’s not like we’d know.” You giggle at that, Roy is a close friend to both of you and even if you can read him better than when you first met him, the man didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve by any means. 

Ted glances at you, a soft smile on his face as you laugh, his pupils practically forming hearts as he looks at you. The two of you crossed the street, switching from the park to a sidewalk bordering the street, Ted subtly switching to your left side, acting as a buffer in between you and the street, before he continues, “Boss signed off on our HR paperwork and Higgins processed it so obviously they know. Now, the boys? I’m not sure. As much as they tease me whenever they catch me lookin’ at you, I don’t know if they actually think I have it in me to win you over.” A boisterous laugh leaves your mouth as you lightly slap Ted’s arm, “You did not do any winning over, you know that.” 

He mirrors your laugh, throwing his arm across your shoulders, feeling safe enough to do so with the sunlight subtly disappearing and a barren block of the street, “I’m not sure about that honey, I did manage to convince you to move in with me after only eight months. And we both know how out of my league you are.” You jokingly roll your eyes at his comment, shoving him off of you, your action met with his beautiful laugh, “We both know that no convincing happened, Teddy. I practically begged you to let me move in as soon as possible when you asked me.” 

You place your left hand on his forearm to stop him, turning him to face you as you glance around, making sure the coast is clear before looking back at him. “And, I am not out of your league in any way, my love. I mean just look at you,” Ted blushes as you run your fingers through the graying stubble along his jaw. “I’m with the most gorgeous man alive. Not to mention he has a huge fucking di…” “Whoa whoa whoa,” Ted’s face quickly turns red, stepping closer to you and covering your mouth with his hand, “Let’s not do that here, yeah?” Your eyes twinkle at him as you run the tip of your tongue along one of the lines in his palm, a choice that Ted groans at, “Darlin’, we are not skipping this party, so you’re gonna need to stop this before we have a problem downstairs.”

A chuckle comes from your lips as you back away, continuing your journey down the sidewalk, Ted quickly falling in step with you. “Putting all that aside until later tonight, we’re both lucky, okay?” A smile rests on Ted’s face as the two of you arrive at Nelson Road, heading to the back door, “Agree to agree, honey.” Though outside the thick-walled building, you swear that you can hear the loud music and cheers of the team from here. Ted opens the door for you, the break in the fortress’s protection confirming that you were in fact hearing the noise of some of your favorite people.

Rather than entering through locker room doors in the hallway, you and Ted enter his office first, dropping off your puffers before joining the party, seeming to be the last to arrive. The room erupts in cheers when they see the both of you, excited with your presence and seemingly not paying attention to your sweaters, “There you are, the best part of the Greyhounds’ management team! Oh, and the gaffer is here too!” The boys howl in laughter at Isaac’s rib at Ted, the team captain has changed out of his traditional secret Santa uniform and instead now wears a black sweater with the words “Big Gift Energy”. 

The two of you laugh at his joke as well, though you know Ted is in agreement with the team’s leader while you are adamant Ted is the best part of the entire beloved team. Sam comes over with two beers, passing one to each of you, a bright smile on his face as he greets you, “Hey, nice sweater there, Sam!” The player thanks his coach, straightening out his sweater that shows an elf and Santa dancing before examining each of your sweaters, most likely preparing to return the compliment. Sam’s smile somehow becomes even brighter, looking up at both of you before tossing you a wink, “I like your sweaters too, nice choice, Coach Lasso.”

You laugh lightly at Sam’s comment as he walks to join his teammates, you imagine spreading the news or sending people in your direction. Ted leans down, his hot breath meeting your ear, sending a chill down your spine, “He’s right you know, I made a great choice.” Before you can respond, Ted is walking around, his voice loud and jolly, apt for the season as he greets the people you both have come to consider family. You hear a gasp that you recognize as Colin’s, turning to see Sam talking to the man dressed in a red sweater with the iconic “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal” line embroidered across it. 

Though before you can respond to his reaction, you are pulled into Keeley’s arms, “Babes, this is great! I’m so glad we found these sweaters, this was the best way for you to tell them!” You chuckle at your best friend, she already knew about your relationship with Ted and yet it seems like she may be the most excited about the news. Pulling away from each other, you take in her outfit, though you helped her find it online, the model-turned-PR manager dressed in knee-high white boots and a short sweater dress with sequin lights across it. Even though Keeley knew about your relationship, you imagine she is this excited since she can now talk about it with Roy, who you now realize is standing with her.

Looking up to greet Roy, possibly the loudest laugh you’ve ever had comes from you, you’re not even quick enough to soften it by covering your mouth. Behind Keeley, Roy stands with a small, proud smirk on his face, dressed in his normal black jeans and a black sweater, though his sweater is covered in pictures of faces, well, one face, specifically, the face of Jamie Tartt. You struggle to hold yourself up as laughter combs through your body, barely noticing when a familiar hand is placed on your lower back, “What’s up with you, darl…” Before Ted can finish his question, he notices Roy’s attire, stifling his own laughter as he raises his eyebrow at the man, “Uh, whatcha got on there, coach?” Roy looks down as though he has no idea why Ted would be asking such a question, looking back up at the now public couple, “The invite said ugly.” 

Another roar of laughter racks through your body, Ted practically having to hold you up as he moves his hand to your hip. Your boyfriend, though incredibly entertained by Roy’s take on the party instructions, attempts to lightheartedly reprimand him, “Now Roy, does that seem like the best way to improve your relationship with Jamie?” Before Roy has a chance to give Ted an answer sure to be riddled with expletives, Jamie joins the conversation as he slings his arm around Roy’s shoulder, “Don’t worry coach, he’s just doin’ this cause ‘e’s jealous of mah sexy face.” You snort at Jamie’s response as well as his sweater, a winking Santa face placed in between the phrase, “Ask your mom if I’m real”, Roy growls at the younger man, “You have five seconds to remove your arm from me, Tartt.” 

Keeley leads the two bickering men away, smiling at you and mouthing “congratulations” to Ted, to which he mouths “thank you” back, excited beyond words that he was standing here not only with you, but with you. You wipe away your tears, your laughter dying down as Ted moves to stand in front of you, “I swear, that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.” Ted chuckles, more at you than what Roy is wearing, “Yeah, I can see that, sweetheart.” You look around the room, happy to see everyone having a good time before turning back to Ted, the man offering you a cider as he moves to take your beer. He was fucking perfect. You hadn’t even asked him, you hadn’t even had the chance to make a comment about being handed a drink you didn’t like, yet Ted made sure to grab you your favorite drink to replace the beer. 

You smile at the gesture, taking the cider from Ted and giving him your beer, both of you opening the drinks and taking a sip. You just stare at him, in awe of what you have, before his hand comes towards your face, wiping off a drop of cider that gathered on the corner of your mouth. He brings his hand to his mouth, sucking the drop off his digit as you just watch him, “I love you, Teddy.” He smiles brightly at you, “I love you too, hon.” Before you have the chance to make a comment on wanting him to do something else with his thumb later, Rebecca and Higgins join you, Ted moving to stand next to you so that the two can stand across from you. “Well, your shoulders seem much lighter now that this is out in the open,” Rebecca smiles sweetly while Higgins nods in agreement with her comment. 

You open her mouth to thank her but stop yourself, distracted by Leslie’s sweater, an option that you and Ted both quirk your eyebrows at. Of course, the two of you recognized the characters, Henry loved playing the game with Ted over FaceTime, then adding you to the mix after meeting virtually. Ted chuckles at Higgins' pink sweater, as he smoothly slips his free hand into the back pocket of your jeans, certainly excited to be able to touch you in public after eight months in secret, “Hey, Leslie, buddy, why are you wearing an Among Us sweater?” A light seems to go off in Higgins’ head, pointing to Ted as his face lights up, “Among Us! That’s what it is! Rebecca asked me and I just couldn’t remember.” He seems pleased with himself before seeing your still confused faces, “Oh, yes, well I told my boys about the party over breakfast a couple of weeks ago and said I couldn’t find a sweater to wear. They said they had it covered and then gave this to me this morning, I have no idea what sus…mas means though.” 

Higgins shakes away his confusion as he is called away by one of the players, leaving you, Ted, and Rebecca to laugh at your lovable, but sometimes clueless, friend. “Boss, wow, I…love your sweater,” you snort back a laugh at Ted’s compliment as Rebecca dramatically rolls her eyes, “Oh please, Lasso, please save your American niceties tonight. This was out of my choosing, it is all the fault of Keeley and your girlfriend, her girl-next-door aura is truly just an act.” You jokingly scoff at your friend, “Rebecca, just admit it, you bet that you could beat me at trivia at our girl’s night and you lost, simple as that. It’s not my fault that no one can beat me.” 

Ted points at you as he nods, a knowing look on his face, “Yeah, that one I can attest to. No one gets one over on Y/N in pub trivia, Beard and I learned that the hard way.” In the corner of the room, you see Beard relaxing in his chair that he pulled out of the office, his feet propped up on a bench as he reads Little Women, a Christmas classic. Without looking up from his book, Beard shouts in agreement with his best friend, “Beat our asses.” You turn back to Rebecca with an innocent smile and a shrug as she groans, looking down at her red sweater with a wine glass in the middle, encircled by the words “All I want for Christmas is you”, though the word ‘you’ is crossed out and replaced with the word ‘wine’. 

Rebecca bitterly mutters under her breath before you all laugh at the situation, your shared friend complimenting your’s and Ted’s sweaters before, ironically, going to refill her glass of white wine. Alone again, you turn your head to look at Ted, incredibly aware of the placement of his hand as he takes a drink of his beer, “You having fun with your hand back there, Coach Lasso?” A small smirk appears on Ted’s face, side-eyeing you before taking a quick swig of his beer, “Just enjoying the perks, my love.” You chuckle at him before looking back at Beard, surprised by his sweater choice, the words “Die Hard is my favorite Christmas movie” printed across his chest. You look at Ted, who is already looking at you, which brings a light blush to your cheeks, “Is Die Hard really Beard’s favorite Christmas movie?” Ted shakes his head, smiling at your question, “No, his favorite is The Holiday, he loves a classic Nancy Meyers. He just wears that sweater to start a debate.”

You chuckle, not at all surprised that Beard would do that, taking a sip of your cider before turning to see Keeley approaching you with a bright smile, “There’s England’s new favorite power couple!” Both of you laugh at her greeting, Ted taking his hand out of your pocket only to move it to your hip, pulling you into his side. You wrap your arm around his waist, cuddling into his side, “Hey Keels, what’s up?” The look in her eyes tells you she’s up to something, though you have no idea what it could be, “The fans love keeping up with the team, you both know this. So I’m posting photos on the team’s Instagram stories of the party and all the sweaters.” You nod along, suspecting that you know where she’s going with this, but you still want her to ask, “Okay, and…?” Keeley rolls her eyes, after two years of friendship, she knows that you’re making her ask just to be annoying, “Would you be okay with me posting you two in your sweaters?”

Even though you and Ted discussed things like this when deciding to tell the team about your relationship, you looked to him for confirmation. The two of you decided to be completely in the open when you told the players, you would be free to walk to work holding hands instead of walking with Beard in between the two of you as a buffer. This didn’t mean you would be doing any interviews any time soon about the romance between Richmond’s gaffer and physical therapist, but you wouldn’t hide your relationship either. Ted gave you a nod with a small smile, a smile you returned before turning back to Keeley, “Of course, Keeley. Just make sure to tag me so I can put it on my story.” Your friend squealed in excitement as Ted squeezes your hip lightly, knowing just how many times you tearfully complained to him that you couldn’t just post about him on social media like “any normal person”, as you would say. 

Keeley pulls out her phone as Ted takes your cider can from you, placing them on the bench behind you. Running your fingers through your hair, you turn to Ted as you run your tongue over the front of your teeth just in case of runaway lipstick, “Do I look okay?” Ted smiles softly at you, leaning in to kiss between your eyebrows, “Perfect, as always, baby.” You send him a smile before the two of you turn to Keeley who is already snapping pictures, though she defends herself before you can complain, “Don’t worry, those are just for me! Not social media!”

You jokingly roll your eyes before Ted moves to stand behind you, resting his jaw on the side of your head, making sure to stand far enough to the side that his sweater is still visible. Leaning back in his embrace, you smile brightly at the camera as you place your hands over his. The phone flashes, Keeley sending you both a thanks before running off. Both of you chuckle at her and you then turn in Ted’s arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the hair on the nape of his neck while he tightens his arms around your waist.

“Have I told you that I love you lately?” You look to the sky and hum as you jokingly think, Ted chuckling lowly at your face, “I don’t know, I think you need to, just to be safe, you know?” Ted nods, leaning close enough for you to share the same air, the end of his mustache hairs tickling your upper lip, “I love you, Y/N.” You smile brightly, scratching at the base of his head with your fingernails, “And I love you, Ted.” 

The two of you meet in a kiss, his scruff (that you begged him to make part of his style at least every so often) brushing against your palm as you move to hold his face in between your hands. The various voices of the room become loud cheers of excitement and a couple ‘get a room’s, the both of you pulling away as Ted releases you to swat away at the boys. A vibration from your phone leads to you pulling it out of your pocket, opening up the Instagram notification, and smiling at what you see. You hold your thumb on the screen to pause the story, enjoying your’s and Ted’s first picture as an official-to-the-world couple. The green of his sweater and the red of yours balance well, emphasizing the holiday season and the reason for your party. 

You select the button to repost on your story, Ted’s arms snaking around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. He watches over your shoulder as you add text to the photo, using the red from your sweater to write “Happy Holidays” and the green from his sweater to finish with “from mine to yours”. You rest your head against his as you smile at the photo, Ted’s chest dressed with two honeypots and the words “Oh Honey” in between while your sweater shows two reindeer with the phrase “Oh Deer!” Ted kisses the side of your head as he squeezes his arms just slightly around your waist, “Merry Christmas, honey.” You press post, sharing your love with the world, “Merry Christmas, dear.”

#happy last night of hanukkah #jolly kwanza #merry christmas #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fic #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso tv #isaac mcadoo #sam obisanya #colin hughes #keeley jones #roy kent #jamie tartt #rebecca welton #leslie higgins #coach beard #christmas fic #jason sudeikis

[biboybuckley]

okay it’s the last night of hanukkah and i have to share one of the most romantic stories i know- my parents first hanukkah in the house they built and the electrical wiring menorah.

so my mom is jewish. she grew up celebrating hanukkah. so when she moved here, she naturally had her own proper menorah. it was a nice one, one that meant a lot to her and she had traveled with. but when she and my dad moved into the house we’ve lived in since i was three, we were still unpacking when hanukkah came around and my mother could not find her menorah ANYWHERE.

my mom started to panic- it was the first day and it was almost sunset and she couldn’t find her menorah. she was searching everywhere, every box. she was beyond upset and don’t know what to do. after a long time of searching, my dad disappeared. she didn’t really notice until a while later, he came up to her and told her he had something for her.

he said that he knew it wasn’t her proper menorah and it wasn’t traditional and it was far from perfect… and he showed her what he had to offer. my dad is a handyman. he works with electrical wiring, plumbing, you name it. he happened to have a bunch of spare wiring from the electrical stuff he’d done for our house. he’d taken the spare wires and twisted them into a menorah to supplement the one that they couldn’t find. he’d formed a heart-shaped base and the nine branches for the candles. it wasn’t perfect, he said, but they could make it work.

fourteen years later, we’ve found the traditional menorah. we’ve even gotten a couple more, as gifts or because we thought they were neat (we have one shaped like a lizard). the electrical wiring menorah is still the one we use the most. it’s not perfect, but we always make it work.

#happy last night of hanukkah #tell me this isn’t the cutest thing ever #hanukkah #jewblr #jewish tumblr

[livethrushit]

making lo mein, smoking up, and watching hunter x hunter the way jesus intended

happy jewish christmas!!

#merry xmas!!! #hope u all have a nice holiday #happy last night of hanukkah #and jewish christmas to those who celebrate

[timeforalongstory]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barry Allen/Eobard Thawne | Harrison Wells, Eddie Thawne/Iris West, Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells/Joe West, Jesse "Quick" Wells/Wally West Additional Tags: Thanksgiving Dinner, Fluff and Humor, 5+1 Things, Weddings, Cranberry Sauce Summary:

four increasingly awkward thanksgivings and the wedding reception that is the most awkward of all

(not canon-compliant past the second season)

#a little extra #as a treat #happy last night of hanukkah #kyele writes #eobarry

[snowboardcatgirl]

Hope everyone is having a lovely holiday season ❄️🌲❤️

#talking #happy last night of Hanukkah #and merry Christmas #if you celebrate either :)

[batcrooks]

Hanukkat and Kringle hanging out for the holidays!

#my art #hanukkah #kringle is a character i have had since high school. hanukkat is joining them now because i celebrate both holidays lol #penguin #i'm on a cute shit marathon i can only make cute shit now #happy last night of hanukkah!!!

[marringrove]

Quick summary: Steve and Billy has a little falling out... Max gathers the gang with a trick up her sleeve.

"dipshit," Billy curses under his breath, tossing away the cigarette he was smoking. He walks to where the source of his ire is sitting, trying to hold back his anger as he makes his way inside scoops ahoy. "hey, dipshit. You bailed on me last night," he said in a small voice... almost disappointed, even.

Steve looks up at him, sitting on a secluded booth on his break from scooping ice creams the whole morning for spoiled brats coming to the mall for sugar rush. Steve gives Billy a small smile, wry. "I'm sorry,"

"that's all?" Billy stuffs his hands on the back pocket of his lifeguard shorts, clicking his tongue at the brunette. "I walked all the way here from the fucking pool on my lunch break, and all I get is a pathetic I'm sorry? You were the one who wanted to fuck," he adds, and despite his anger... Billy knows better than to raise his voice in such a public setting... On such a mature subject!

"Billy, I'm... I'm sorry, okay? I was... Look, I was fucking drunk when I asked you that a couple days ago... I, I don't even know if I'm into guys like that—"

Billy rightfully scoffs, sliding into the booth seat opposite Steve's. "Don't give me that shit. I would've believed you if you didn't have your hands all over me at your friend Robin's queer little mixer,"

Steve puts a hand on his face, a bit flustered at the memory. "I... Billy, listen, I..."

Billy shakes his head with a scoff, getting himself out of the seat. "Forget it. Fuck you, Harrington. You give me the heebie jeebies anyway. Plenty of other guys for me to fuck,"

Steve watches Billy go, the disappointment in the blond's eyes overpowered the glower his whole face was making. And Steve realizes that, but he couldn't find the courage to chase after him.

-

"what do you think of Billy?" Steve asks Robin, a quiet evening stocking pints being their main task before the end of their shift.

Robin doesn't answer at first, still putting away empty pints of ice cream. She gives Steve a look. "Handsy Steve wants to know what I think of Billy?"

Steve furrows his eyebrows in disagreement over the nickname. "What's that nickname supposed to mean?"

Robin shakes her head. "Well..." She gets into storyteller mode. "imagine, a week ago. I hosted a little mixer for our friends, trying to find a little fun in-between having a job. And it's so fun! Until one of your dingus baby friends Max, brings over her big brother to our party!"

Steve looks at her with a shrug. "So?"

"so?" Robin scoffs. "so, that brother turns out to be Billy, who just so happens to be the cutest guy you've ever seen, right?"

"I didn't say that," Steve protests.

"you didn't say anything," Robin stacks the empty pints inside a container as she speaks. "You immediately approached the guy, whisks him off to a corner in my apartment, and worked your little king Steve magic on him — and it must've worked! Because not even moments later, Billy started giggling and laughing at your stupid jokes, and you couldn't keep your hands off him! So tell me, handsy Steve, what do I think of Billy?"

Steve only blinks. "That... Was not how I remembered it happening,"

"that absolutely happened, dingus," Robin sighs. "You can't blame the alcohol for everything,"

"but I'm not into guys... I think..." Steve shakes his head in disbelief, but the flush on his cheeks betray his composure.

Robin shakes her head, looking at her friend with a halfhearted exasperation. "you owe the curly mullet an apology, dingus."

"maybe I do," Steve puts a hand on his hips, gaze distant.

"and this time, try not to be handsy Steve before you actually apologize, okay?"

—

Christmas eve of 1986... The hustle and bustle of hawkins is enough to drive any sane person out of town, so you'd know that only the locals remain for the holidays.

Steve has been on the outs with Billy for a couple months. This little song and dance they've been doing has been nothing short of exhausting for everyone around them, and Max has had it.

The gang (Max, Lucas, Dustin, Robin... Even Joyce and Hopper are in it now) are sitting scattered across the Wheeler's poorly insulated basement, with only one intention.

Max puts down a heavy book on the DND table, landing with a thud.

"we need to get Steve and Billy together." Max utters, without beating around the bush.

"what the fuck is that?" Lucas asks, gesturing at the heavy looking tome.

"this," Max said, resolute as she opens the book. "Is Billy's diary."

"what?" Joyce's eyes widen. "You can't, you can't take your brother's diary and read it—"

Max shrugs. "Look, mrs. Byers, I'm grateful that you've been taking Billy in since neil is a piece of shit—but Billy is unbearable whenever he comes to visit. Don't you find him unbearable when he's at home? Always moping? Hair flat?"

Joyce doesn't know how to react to that. "Well, I... No, that's... Yeah... I suppose he is a bit... Melancholic lately,"

Max nods to herself. "That's what I thought. Steve is avoiding Billy like he's scared, right? But I know there's so much more than that. So Robin, you know him best. What's he actually feeling?"

Robin gingerly takes center stage. "Well, dingus is... He clearly likes Billy, that much is obvious... What I don't get is why he doesn't just go for it, y'know?"

Max nods. "Exactly. So we need a plan,"

Dustin raises his hand. "Sorry, but... What kind of plan are you talking about...?"

"it's gonna take a whole team effort... But if we pull this off, those two will finally stop being unbearable about their unrequited feelings, freeing us all from having to watch it. Who's with me?"

—

That same night, nearly midnight.

Billy is closing up his shift at melvald's, putting away cardboard cutout signs into the storage room. He hears a shuffle coming from the front of the shop, thinks nothing of it.

"we're closed!" Billy shouts to the direction of the sound, still locking up the storage with a cigarette in his lips, helping him cope.

"Billy?" The voice calls out, a familiar one to Billy's ears.

The blond's blood boils. He makes his way to the shop floor, and there he is. Steve Harrington, hair perfect as always, donning his obnoxious signature lopsided grin, though this time he looks more worried than glad to see Billy.

"the fuck are you doing here? We're closed," Billy shakes his head, immediately pushing the king out of the shop floor, trying to eject him from the premises.

"I... Robin called, said you were in trouble, told me you got into a fight because of me..." Steve plants his feet, turning around to explain the situation.

Billy's eyebrows crease. "I look like I got into a fight lately? Your friend pranked you, dipshit. Now get out—"

Bzzzzt!

...and that buzzing sound would be the shop's front door's new security system, automatically locking in case of a blackout.

"what was that?" Steve asks, looking around. He tries to open the door, but it won't budge.

"don't bother," Billy sighs, taking his cigarette out of his lips, running his hair through his fingers without much hope. "The big boss installed those new fancy doors couple days back. In case of a blackout, the door automatically locks,"

"so..." Steve tries to piece it together, albeit struggling, it's way past his bedtime after all.

"so, princess," Billy shakes his head with a sigh. "We're stuck here until the lights come back on,"

"isn't there a generator in the back or something?" Steve gestures to the backroom.

Billy laughs. "the fuck is this? Pentagon? It's all in the back of the shop, breaker box in the alleyway... Some kids probably think it's funny to play a prank,"

Steve doesn't really know what to do in this situation. "Maybe I can break the glass—"

"...and the money to replace that is gonna be cut out of my paycheck, pretty boy." Billy smirks, irked.

Steve slinks down on the secluded corner of the snack isle, back against the wall. "I had a plan, y'know... I was, was gonna leave town tonight,"

Billy rolls his eyes... But he joins Steve, sitting next to him on the cardboard covered floors. "Yeah? Can't stand hawkins?"

Steve shakes his head. "It's not that, I... It's this year-end workshop thing on the next town over..."

"what's it about?" Billy asks, just for the sake of defeating the already deafening silence that gets louder every minute the lights are out.

"self defense, believe it or not. Y'know, since... We're probably gonna be facing a bunch more of those upside down things,"

Billy sarcastically scoffs. "Maybe you should start at planting your fucking feet," he puffs out smoke, giving Steve a look.

Steve laughs wryly, taking the cigarette out of Billy's hand, smokes it himself. "Yeah, I... Look, Billy... I'm sorry about the past couple months, avoiding you..."

Billy abruptly stands up, dusting himself off. "Forget about it," he's about to leave, but feels a hand on his wrist.

Steve stops Billy by pulling him by the wrist, spinning Billy quite brusquely, pulling the blond's body flush against his, and time seems to stand still.

"hear me out," Steve mutters, gazing into Billy's eyes, pleading.

Billy's breathing hitches in his throat at the sudden gesture, and he gives Steve a challenging look to disguise his fluster. "What do you even have to say for yourself, dipshit?"

Steve draws a long breath, closing his eyes. Snow starts to fall again, seen from the outside of the shop window. "Billy, I was scared. Not because of the whole, being queer in a small town kind of way, but in a way that's... When I look in your eyes, I don't see myself,"

Billy raises an eyebrow. Steve hasn't let his hips go. "And the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"it... I don't see myself, the way... The way I want everyone to see me, when I look in your eyes. And that scares me. Because I really, really like you, Billy,"

"you're talking to the guy who almost died twice, princess. Stop speaking in codes, because I don't have time for this shit," Billy tries to free himself from the hold, but Steve wouldn't budge.

"what I mean is... I'm sorry, Billy. I really am, for bailing on you, for letting you down, for... For not fighting for you,"

Billy doesn't know what to say. He looks down on the floor instead. "That's... That's great, pretty boy..."

"give me a second chance, Billy. I won't be so scared anymore,"

Bzzzzt!

The lights turn back on all of a sudden, and Billy wrestles free from Steve's hold, putting as much distance as possible from the brunette.

Steve sighs at the unfortunate timing, hands on his hips as he tries to gather the words. "Look... tomorrow, Robin invited me to her get together, just friends and family. I... I want you to be there, Billy,"

The blond stops packing things for a moment to look Steve in the eye. "And what if I'm not gonna come?"

Steve doesn't answer, giving Billy the biggest, most pleading set of eyes he's ever seen.

Then Steve leaves the shop, to a flummoxed Billy.

—

Christmas day, evening

Robin's little get together in her apartment is merry and bright, as her friends arrive with nothing but good tidings and presents, immediately helping themselves to her homemade eggnog in the kitchen.

Steve paces around the living room, a bit restless.

"what's wrong?" Robin asks, siddling up to him.

"I invited Billy last night, just... wondering if he's gonna show,"

"huh, and here I thought you were gonna go to that workshop," Robin mutters.

"that can wait," Steve shakes his head.

"looking for me, pretty boy?" A voice rings out, breaking Steve from his pondering.

Steve turns around, and Billy is here, right behind him, hands stuffed in his jeans, staving of the cold with a red scarf, some of its fringes stuck on the ends of his mullet.

"Billy..." Steve said softly, relieved of his presence. "You came,"

Billy is taken aback at the ingenuity in the king's voice, but plays it off with a scoff. "Yeah, yeah... wipe that drool off your face, pretty boy. I'm only here for Robin's eggnog,"

Steve grins... Billy purses his lips, trying his best not to smile back.

—

Robin approaches Max and Joyce, a small but conspiratorial smile on her face. "I think the plan worked,"

"we can't know that for sure," Joyce mutters, arms crossed. "I almost got caught fiddling with the shop's breaker box last night," she lowers her voice a considerable amount at the last sentence.

"then let's hope it works," Max said quietly, stealing glances of her brother on the other corner of the apartment, talking to Steve.

—

"you know, pretty boy..." Billy said quietly, almost like a whisper. "All of this intricate plan just to win me back?"

Steve furrows his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" He asks, putting on his usual obnoxiously charming half smile.

Billy rolls his eyes with a long, drawn out sigh. "Steve. I know you put Joyce up to this. Messing with melvald's light box last night? Trapping us both in the store so you could become handsy Steve? I actually didn't think you had it in you to be so callous,"

Steve is more confused than ever. "But I didn't! Robin called me and said—" he turns to Robin's direction, huddled together with Max and Joyce in the opposite corner of the apartment... And it all clicked on him. "...oh,"

"oh what?"

"those three," Steve gestures at the three women surreptitiously looking at them, sighing. "It was their plan,"

Billy nods. "Sounds more like it,"

"seems I owe them a thank you," Steve sighs.

"what for? I haven't said I would give you a second chance," Billy sits down on the couch, face unreadable.

Steve sits next to him, giving him a look. "Not even if I promise you I'll be handsy Steve on demand?"

Billy raises an eyebrow. "... I want a free scoop every time I visit you in scoops ahoy,"

"deal," Steve nods. "Anything else?"

"tell your friends to stop being fucking nosy," Billy nods to himself, putting his cigarette out on the ashtray.

"I don't think I can do that," Steve let out a small laugh, siddling closer to Billy, the gesture not unnoticed. "But I can tell them that you and I are a thing... So they'd probably be less nosy. Or not,"

Billy shakes his head, hiding his amusement behind a sarcastic, cheeky grin. "Well, suppose we'll have to try being an item and see what they'll do, huh?"

"I'd like that very much. Merry Christmas, Billy." Steve squeezes Billy's hand on the couch, soft but firm.

"...merry Christmas, Steve."

#harringrove #just a small harringrove fic i cranked out of my brain last night... merry christmas and happy hanukkah to all

[soy-sauce-and-mothra]

increasingly cursed things to eat on your latkes, because g-d knows nobodys ever going to agree on this so i might as well add more fuel to the fire

ketchup. people like ketchup on other fried potato creations so why not on latkes

sriracha. spicy latkes. nuff said.

maple syrup. this is probably just me being from new england but this genuinely sounds like a good idea.

melt cheese over them like they're nachos or baked potatoes. potatoes and cheese are already a pretty normal combo in other fonts.

mustard. same as ketchup but worse in every possible way

jam/jelly. it's the same as applesauce pretty much.

gravy. kinda like poutine but weirder and also i hate poutine.

mayonnaise. it looks the same as sour cream and i've never tried either so i genuinely can't tell you if there's a difference or not.

yogurt. same as mayo pretty much but i've actually had it before. my brain puts it in the same food category as applesauce so it was only a matter of time

peanut butter. to go with the jam and jelly.

#it is the last night of hanukkah and i have finally lost my marbles #i apologize for this #jewish #judaism #hanukkah #chanukah #chanukkah #latkes #food #happy hanukkah #happy chanukah

[ofthecaravel]

i can't explain it but danny here looks so much like ur drawings of him like idk if it's his eyes or something but i saw this and i was like.... wait a minute

i think its probably the mouth!!! and pointy face!! his face is literally just some shapes!! im honored you saw my art in his face aw

lord he's cute.

#hi tal btw omg i saw that he liked your picture the other day and i literally yelled in my own home #many blessings to you #happy second to last night of hanukkah! #i'm sending tiny danny special delivery to spend the holidays with you

[fuckyeahcarpaltunnelsyndrome]

Happy Last Night Of Hanukkah to those that celebrate

#happy hanukkah #last night of Hanukkah #happy 8th night of Hanukkah

[corvidinthewoods]

i am once again feelin the urge to convert but i dont think im at a place in my life where it’s feasible

#crow.txt #for now i will just continue loving and appreciating from afar #last year around this time i checked what day of hanukkah it was any time i had a shift #so i could wish ‘happy Xth night’ to anyone i saw buying jewish stuff #and one day a woman checked out through my line and had a pack of the candles so i said ‘happy 4th night’ to her when the transaction ended #and she responded like ‘ah i knew it!’ in a good way and i think about that #a lot #that maybe she got a vibe from me or something? #and how the philosophy about converts is that they are and have always had jewish souls #even before they finish the conversion process #and #hhhhhh #ever since my cousin’s bar/bat mitzvah #(i forget which cousin it was but i think it was the bar) #a quote that the rabbi said has been like. my Personal Motto #(if ur curious its this: if the Torah says dont drink Draino #that means people were drinking Draino) #and i’ve felt for years (and even told a few ppl) that if i ever were to return to a theistic religion #it would be judaism #oh god this is a lot of tags #but like. when i went to college i moved into a very Catholic area and noticed a lack of jewish ppl #i hadnt fully realized how important the jewish community had felt to me growing up #many of my friends are/were jewish #i went to many b’nai mitzvot #as mentioned i have jewish family #tho none are actually related to me theyre all either inlaws or family friends who are close enough that we call them aunt/uncle/cousin #anyway im yearning i guess #last spring i was looking at conversion classes at two synagogues #one near school and one that ive been too for friends’ bat mitzvahs #talking tags

[dchan87]

MERRY CHRISTMAS, YA FILTHY ANIMALS.

Don't shoot your eye out, shoot Hans Gruber, instead.

#also happy last night of hanukkah to my jewish followers #i see y'all #christmas

[thegorgonist]

Happy 4th night of Hanukkah! Mole and Owl moved in together since last year and they’re excited to host Mousie, Hedgie, and Ms. Shrew. Of course Dot the ladybug is welcome, though she doesn’t eat donuts. Oh Mole, I also need a stepstool in my own house, short people trubs <3  

#chag smeach #happy hanukkah #fourth night of hanukkah #woodland hanukkah #cottagecore hanukkah #jewish art #queer jewish art

[spacelazarwolf]

i know it’s almost 1am but happy last night of hanukkah.

[ivystoryweaver]

Happy New Year, Jake

Happy Rosh Hashanah to the Moon Knight system

I haven't written enough for Jake, so he gets an impromptu story this lovely Rosh Hashanah (New Year).

Pairing: Jake Lockley x gn!reader

Word Count: 820

Content: Fluff, slight feelings of unworthiness, mentions of food, alters mentioned, brief reference to past trauma, mentions of religion and religious practices, not beta'd

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You asked Marc and Steven if you could do this.

Celebrate something with Jake.

Marc had some happy memories of holidays - Passover meals - finding the afikomen and getting a few dollars for it. The food, the wine, the prayers, the traditions.

Hanukkah wasn't quite as big of a holiday, but there were presents and dreidel to play and latkes to eat.

There were candles to light and services to attend.

Then, one day, there was no more happiness.

Steven's memories were spotty at best, but they were happy. His heart was rooted in the traditions of those before him.

But Jake had none of this. He was a shadow - a creature of the night. He had only been in your life for less than a year.

Jake was a difficult man to get to know. He preferred to keep to himself, but he was soft for you - that, he could not fight.

You didn't want to ambush him, or even surprise him. You asked his permission.

"Could...do you think we could have a little dinner for New Year's?" You asked him one night, moonlight spilling across the bed as you drew circles on his bare chest with your fingertips.

"New Year's?" He gruffed out, confused. "In September?"

"Rosh Hashanah," you supplied. "You know...the new year. If you want. I wanted to make you dinner - just something nice."

Jake's calloused hands scratched lightly down the curve of your back. "Not sure, mi vida. Better ask - "

"I did," you interrupted. "Marc's not ready yet and Steven is okay skipping this year - at least the dinner so you and I can share it. Only if that's okay with you. It doesn't have to be anything you're uncomfortable with."

The stubble of his chin tickled the skin of your cheek as he whispered back and forth with you.

"Okay. Yeah. I...I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to do, but...sure."

You were excited, having hoped Jake wouldn't turn you down.

You prepared a savory meal - doing most of the work the night before. You set an elegant yet simple table, with your best dishes, a tablecloth and your grandmother's silver.

A round challah loaf sat on her silver serving platter. You prepared apples and honey to symbolize the hope for a sweet year. You also served pomegranates and some vegetables. You made some brisket for Marc to eat later. Wine glasses and water glasses were set appropriately. You were ready.

You put the finishing touches on the table just as Jake emerged from your bedroom, straightening his tie. Jake was no stranger to wearing a tie or looking absolutely dashing at any given moment.

But this was something else. Instead of his typical leather jacket, he wore a dark suit jacket. Noticing your blatant stare, he ran a hand over the stubble of his jaw.

"I think this is like a...proper dinner," he attempted, sounding a little like Steven. "This too much?"

"Jake," you breathed, floating toward him. "You look incredible." Placing your hands on his muscled chest, you leaned in and brushed your lips tenderly over his.

"Shana Tovah," you wished him, motioning for him to have a seat at the table. But he pulled you back to his side, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.

As you sat down to enjoy your holiday meal, your heart burned within your chest each time Jake seemed uncertain about what exactly to do. The last thing you wanted was make him uncomfortable, or make him somehow feel less...Jewish? Than Steven or Marc.

You only desired for him to be who he was. But you wanted him to feel a part of his history too, if he was comfortable.

"You okay?" You quietly asked, watching as he dipped his apple slice into the honey.

He paused, his warm brown eyes going wide. "Did I do something wrong? Is there like a prayer?"

"Jake, you can't do anything wrong. This is for you. Just...be with me." You reached across the table and squeezed his hand, watching as his shoulders relaxed.

"This is nice, baby," he spoke up after a few minutes. Leaning in, he made sure to catch your eye. "It's really nice. Thank you...for thinking of me."

You smiled warmly. "Of course, I'm always thinking of you."

You shared your special meal and some traditions together, feeling so warm inside and so grateful for this man of yours. When you got up from the table, he pulled you close and told you how amazing you looked.

"Gotta dress up like this again so I can take you out," he roughly whispered against your ear while holding you against him.

Easing back, you brushed your fingers along his jaw. "You mean 'take me out' a date, right? And not...your nighttime job?" You teased.

"Very funny," he mocked, scooping you up into a hug, where you stayed for a while, content in his arms.

"Happy new year, baby," he whispered, feeling like he belonged.

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#moon knight #jake lockley #jake lockley x reader #holiday fic #rosh hashanah #new year #happy new year #steven grant #marc spector #moon knight system #moon knight fic #jewish holidays #oscar isaac characters

[frukmerunning]

if the hetalia characters had a hanukkah party

Austria - he’s hosting so naturally he’s made Germany prepare everything for him. From polishing the menorah to frying latkes, he’s watched Germany do it all. He has, however, prepared some beautiful arrangements of hanukkah tunes to play everyone after they light the candles.

Germany - He’s done all the work so after the candles are lit he’s going to indulge in a lot of (kosher) wine and get belligerently drunk on a Thursday night.

France - he brought the wine of course! Austria will tell him that wine isn’t a part of hanukkah festivities but he also gets drunk anyway. France also gets into a tussle with England and they knock the menorah over and almost set Austria’s house on fire (this happens every year)

Italy - he pushes people out of the way so he can be the one to light the candles but Austria never lets him. He also brings enough hamantaschen to feed an army and arrives just before sundown. He hates sufganiyot and makes it everyone’s problem, and he also cries when he loses the dreidel game.

Japan - He’s so scarily good at the dreidel game and it pisses everyone off. Overall Japan doesn’t really know what’s going on and he’s just happy that he was invited. He ends up giving all of his gelt to Italy at the end of the night.

America - He definitely brings something that isn’t kosher (on purpose or accidentally) but he also brought gifts for everyone! And he has the ugliest hanukkah sweater known to man. America also really leans into the whole ‘cooking with oil’ thing and also brings a deep fried turkey, it’s actually really good and everyone has a good time.

Russia - gets way more into dreidel than you’d expect, he and Japan are going to start WW3 over chocolate gelt. He was the one who told America to bring something that isn’t kosher. He himself brings a nice vodka infused potato kugel.

Romano - He makes everyone get into a heated debate on what the best pairing is for latkes (sour cream, obviously). He cries when America eats his with ketchup.

Prussia - He spends the entire night telling Austria how much better Christmas is but in reality he has planned 8 nights of very sweet gifts to give to his favorite aristocrat :) He was also the reason France and England got in a fight.

Canada - he brought weed brownies but spends the entire night stressing over whether weed is kosher.

China - China keeps trying to get everyone to bet real money in the dreidel game, unsuccessfully. He also has no real clue what’s going on and spends the entire night eating on the couch while he heckles the dreidel players.

England - He supplied the gelt because no one would trust him with anyone else. He swears that France cheated in their last game but in reality Prussia swiped some of his gelt while no one was looking. The menorah fire ruins his hand-made hanukkah sweater but France buys him a new one the next day and everyone is happy.

#hetalia #aph japan #aph italy #aph germany #aph england #aph america #aph france #aph russia #aph china #aph romano #aph austria #aph prussia