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Jingle bells, Batman smells—!

Happy Holidays Meme

It's the most wonderful time of the year! Wherever your character is, whatever their feelings on the plethora of holidays found in December, they're bound to be caught up in the festivities. It's up to you what kind of holiday they'll experience! (Feel free to exchange Christmas for whatever holiday your character celebrates.)

Directions
1. Comment with your character, series, preferences, etc.
2. Roll a number between 1-17 (gen) or 1-4 (smut) for a prompt.
3. Reply to others and play out the scenario!

Gen Prompts
1. Tree Shopping — There's nothing like a freshly cut tree at Christmas. Do you go out into the woods to find one yourself, or do you stroll through a lot while it's snowing, looking for the perfect tree?

2. Ice Skating — Do you skate at rink or out on a frozen pond? Have you ever skated before? ~~How many times do you fall?~~

3. Pinterest Fails — You're set on making your own gifts this year, so you try out some adorable Pinterest ideas... And fail miserably. How do you salvage Christmas?

4. Secret Santa — The names have been drawn and now you're tasked with finding the right gift for someone who you may hardly know. Is it easy, or do you have to do some reconnaissance before making your decision?

5. Christmas Market — There are stalls of handcrafts and delicious goodies lining the streets, with crowds of people out walking in the snow and drinking mulled wine.

6. Decorating the Tree — How will the two of you decorate the tree? Do you spend a half hour untangling the twinkle lights, make popcorn strings while listening to carols, argue over who gets to put the star on top?

7. Road Trip — The snacks are packed and you’re ready to go to grandma’s house. But what happens when you lose GPS signal and get lost in the middle of nowhere or the car breaks down?

8. Stuck in the Airport — You’re snowed in and the hotels are full of fellow delayed passengers. Why don’t they make these chairs more comfortable for sleeping in?

9. Avoiding the Family — You’re obligated to go home for the holiday, but there’s only so much you can take of your family. Go for a walk, stop by the bar, whatever it takes for a little peace and quiet - and meet someone along the way.

10. Christmas Party — Are you hosting the event, or just bringing an extra bottle of wine? Is it a work function? How many glasses of spiked eggnog have you had?

11. Baking Shenanigans — How long does it take for the two of you to destroy the kitchen, either with forgetting to put the lid on the blender or simply starting a food fight?

12. Burned the Turkey — Well, the main course is a little blackened. Time for Chinese food, or is it pizza this year?

13. Mistletoe — The little sprig of green strikes again! Are you the one stuck under it, or the lucky finder ready to claim your prize?

14. Last Minute Shopping — Are you out fighting the crowds for the best deals? Or are you behind one of the counters, stuck in the annual retail holiday hell?

16. Turbo Man — You have one last thing on your shopping list, but it's the hottest of the season and everywhere is sold out. There's only one left — but they've spotted it too! Who will walk away victorious?

17. Taking in a Show — Who doesn't love going to the theater during the holiday season? The shows always seem a little more magical this time of year, and that new musical sounds like just what you need to get in the spirit.

18. Write-in Option — Is there something we missed? Is there another scenario you want to play out? Go for it!

Smut Prompts
1. Present Under the Tree — You've wrapped yourself up and are waiting for that special someone.

2. Sneaking Away at a Party — No, you can't wait until you get home or the guests leave, you need them now.

3. Keeping Warm During a Snowstorm — The power's gone out and you have to stay warm somehow...

4. Baking Surprise — How on earth did you get chocolate there? Oh well, can't let it go to waste!

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Just figured I'd give you a dunking before we got naked.

[Well, she was out here. And there wasn't anything to do other than drink. Which she'd do anyway, so... why not give him some kind of reward for not winding up getting killed after being dumped here by 'friends'.]

[At the prospect of getting naked together, he gives her a playful, almost shy smile. A slight bounce of his knee belies his excitement.]

Alright. ...You want me to go pop into the shower or do you actually wanna dunk me in something?

[The saddest thing about that question was that if she told him to go dunk himself in something, he probably would. She reached over and gave his knee a squeeze.]

Shower, Chuck. I'm an asshole, but I'm not the same brand as your friends.

[He'd dunk himself in whatever she told him to if it meant getting naked together. He glances down at her hand on his knee, still smiling, then back up at her with a chirpy note in his voice.]

Yeah! No problem.

[After chugging what's left of his beer, Charlie kicks off his boots and shrugs out of his "jacket" (which is actually just a shirt-jacket over of a hoodie). Once he's wriggled his arms free, he leans over and gives Jess a quick peck on the mouth, then he's up and heading for the shower.]

[She watches him shrug out of his not-coat, then head off for a presumably quick shower. She took a longer swig of the bottle- a chug, really. Being drunk would help her dull down how mad she was at his shitty friend group. But it was likely that she was going to wind up hunting them down and doing something to them. Like breaking Dennis' car. That seemed valid. Something had to happen to all of them. She'd just plot what that something was.]

[As angry as he was earlier at the Gang, Charlie has all but moved past it. Today might've started out pretty bad but then Jess showed up and things got a lot better. He spends most of his time in the shower belting out 80's rock anthems while he washes (and he's actually pretty good at carrying a tune.)

After a few more minutes, he steps out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and smelling like whatever soap he found in the shower. Outside, the wind is starting to howl but the firelight in the living room is warm and inviting. He comes over to snag a sip of wine from Jess's open bottle.]

Hey. How's it going in here? Alright? ...You've got this look on your face. You plottin' something?

[He knows that look. He's definitely not judging though, just curious.]

Could be.

[She relinquished the wine easily. He tottered out in his towel after his impromptu serenade, and she enjoyed the way the room had darkened as the sky had, the firelight flickering across his skin as he drank from the bottle. She moved to toe her boots off, still sitting on the couch but slumping down a little as she watched him.]

Trying to decide if I want to just beat the shit out of all of them or make them suffer a little more long term.

That's what you were thinking about? Beating up my stupid friends for me? Aww, Jess.

[Charlie grins, amused and a bit touched by the revelation. No one's ever wanted to beat up his friends for doing something bad to him. Setting the bottle back down, he steps around behind the couch and rests his hands, warmed from the shower, on her shoulders and starts rubbing lightly.]

That's probably like the nicest thing anyone's ever wanted to do for me but really, you don't have to. I'm pretty sure you'd totally annihilate them if you kicked their asses. They would just shatter to pieces on impact. Especially Dennis — he's practically made of glass.

[He came around behind her and started rubbing at her shoulders, and she sighed and slumped a little lower.]

Dennis could use a little breaking. He's a massive creep.

[The reports she'd found via her digging in police records certainly shone a dirty, creepy light on that particular member of the gang.]

Did they even give a shit if something happened up here?

I dunno. They'd probably give a shit if I died or something.

[His brows draw together questioningly.]

...How do you know that stuff about Dennis? Did you stop by the bar one time when I wasn't there?

[Oh man, he'd hate to miss an opportunity to welcome Jess at Paddy's, even if it meant she might annihilate his coworkers.]

What do I do for a living, Charlie?

[She tipped her head back to look up at him. Put two and two together, Chuck.]

All of them have a record. So do you. His is more... questionable.

[There's a pause while his brain cells clunk together, then]

Ohhhhhhh! I get it, yeah, okay. Soooo you've probably seen all of our records then, right? Oh shit...

[Charlie can't actually remember every crime he's been hit with but he knows there's a lot. The list includes a colorful range of criminal activity from mundane to serious to absurd: Arson, assault, battery, attempted robbery, underage drinking, public intoxication, disorderly conduct, kidnapping, horse-napping, perjury, filing false police report, vandalism, mail obstruction, breaking and entering, trespassing, home invasion, extortion and illegal sale of gasoline. There's an awkward pause while his gaze wanders down toward the floor and away; he's not exactly proud of his reputation but he's not denying it either.]

We've done a lot of shit over the years. Pretty sure every judge in Philly hates us... I get what you mean about Dennis though. Like I dunno what it is with him, but he can get real creepy around women. If you met him he'd probably try to DENNIS you. He has this "system" called the DENNIS system and it's like a series of steps. First one's demonstrate value or something. Couple more steps and then he bangs her. Then in the last step he pisses her off and they never see each other again. I dunno, I don't actually get it? But that's his thing that he does.

He wouldn't be able to pass the first step with me.

[As far as Jessica was concerned, Dennis had no value. He was one scream away from being a registered sex offender. She was borderline aching to actually meet him in a dark alley all alone. It's one of the reasons she'd never stopped in to see Charlie at work. She couldn't guarantee she wouldn't burn the place down.]

Says more about you that you don't get it.

[Charlie had stalking on his record, but it seemed to be fixated on one particular woman, one who had a record of her own. The idea of him cheering Dennis along just didn't fit in her head.]

[Luckily for the Waitress, she hasn't had a stalker in quite some time (thanks to Jess.)]

I don't really see how anyone besides Dennis could get it...

[Dennis is a messed up guy but even Charlie doesn't know the full of extent of it. He would have absolutely found the "implication" conversation very fucked up if he'd been there for it.]

I've told him once already that if you show up at the bar and he's a dick to you, that you'd leave his ass and his face in ruins. Of course he acted like he didn't give a shit because he still thinks you're my imaginary friend or something, but he's extremely self-conscious about his face getting messed up so I think he'll heed my warning once he finds out you're real.

[For reference, that conversation went something like this:

Charlie: "Dennis, if you see a chick come in here with black hair wearing a leather jacket and boots, do me a favor and don't be a dick to her, okay? She will leave your ass and your face in ruins. Total ruins."
Dennis: "Are you talking about your imaginary glue fantasy girl, Charlie?"
Charlie: "She's not my glue fantasy girl. I'm serious, dude. Don't fuck with her."
Dennis: "Whatever. She's not even real."]

[Look at Jess, doing some good in the world. And it's possible that more than Dennis got it, but it'd be from people just like him.

She reached up and closed her fingers around his wrist, tipping her head a little more to the side to get a better look at him.]

I would definitely leave his face and ass in ruins. Might write my name across his forehead. But explain why he thinks I'm not real? Is there like, some weird unspoken rule that you don't have friends?

It's not like a rule or anything? It's more like I'm... kinda bad at making friends.

[Because... obviously.]

That and he probably just doesn't believe I can do it.

[More like Dennis is jealous at the thought of Charlie making friends with attractive women.]

That's because Dennis is a giant douche.

[She smiles, then tugs at his wrist.]

Lookee here, Mr. I'm in a towel. We're going to get shitfaced tonight, have sex, then get more shitfaced.

[And maybe Jessica was going to put 'have a chat with Dennis' on her list.]

[A moony half-grin forms on his face as she lays out the night's plans, spreading into a full playful smile and totally ignorant of her plans for Dennis.]

You know what I like.

[He leans down for a kiss, hands massaging deeper into her shoulders.]

I mean, besides cheese—

[Kiss, kiss.]

The fact that you have a practically romantic interest in fermented dairy products hasn't escaped my attention. Pretty sure a blind guy I know could pick up on that.

[The smart thing would be to not encourage this. They weren't playing on the same level, after all. But... well. Charlie was uncomplicated and she needed a little of that in her life.]

I'm not romantically attracted to cheese. It just tastes good.

[Charlie joins her on the couch by climbing over the back rest, still in his towel, and dropping clumsily onto the couch cushions beside her. His head ends up on her lap and he reaches up to bury his fingers in her hair, lips falling on her chin and bottom lip in a sloppy kiss.]

Pretty sure you'd get a dairy-inspired chubby if you could.

[The kiss was definitely clumsy, but she wasn't going to complain about it. The fumbling attempt to get over the back of the couch had flashes under the towel showing, and she was laughing by the time he laid that kiss.]

You do things the weirdest ways, Chuck.

[He fixes his towel as if he's trying to be decent while wearing nothing underneath, then rests his head on her lap.]

Well if you were wearing a bra made of cheese, I would. Absolutely.

You just have to pretend I am, because there's no way I'm wearing cheese panties. The smell would be disgusting.

[He got comfortable and tried to make himself prestentable. She tugged at the corner of his towel with a smirk.]

Now you're making me picture you in a string-cheese bikini and I'm not sure if it's sexy or if it's funny or both.

[His chest rises and falls with a few soft breaths of laughter just loud enough to be heard over the howls of wind outside.]

Hey, is it drafty in here? I'm feeling a little bit of a draft right now... over in this area.

[Gesturing with his hand toward his towel regions, he jokingly pretends not to notice what she's doing.]

Maybe that's just the wind. I think maybe there's a blizzard going on out there.

It's pure fiction, because I'm not wearing cheese.

[She looks down at where his hand is gesturing, where her own was tugging the towel further away. She gave him raised brows and an almost innocent look.]

Is that so? Seems like that's something you should look into.

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still not getting email notifs for these, but at least they're in my dw inbox.

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