Summary: Old and new Christmas traditions, plus some things lost to time.
Rating: E
Word Count: 547
Content Warnings: holiday fluff (with a little bit of blues), established relationships, no description of reader
Notes: Merry Christmas! @ghotifishreads 🎄✨ this is your secret santa speaking! happy holidays, honey! ❤️ I wanted to be able to deliver something a bit more special, but i’ve been so busy with life this was all I could do! I hope u love it ❤️
Thank you so much to @sp00kymulderr for being the best and organizing the gift exchange for our @dieterbravobrainrotclub 💓💓
Dividers by @saradika-graphics ❤️
His hair started greying as he was turning thirty, right as autumn was going into winter, just a smattering of it around his temples, only a few of strands unnoticeable to people’s eyes.
Today, around twenty years and many more greys later, they twinkle under the lights, taking the same gold tones of the Christmas tree they’d made together a few hours before.
He shoved himself under it in the hope of reliving the childhood memory of looking at the lights while laying on the floor, the one moment where as a young boy he would follow their comforting pattern void of any worry.
“Come here” he says sticking out his hand, the tips of his fingers calling you over with urgency.
He doesn’t need to look to know that his plea will be answered, the noise of your steps and the warm body next to his a few seconds later bringing a smile to his face.
“Hi”
“Hi”
“What are you doing here?” you ask, cold hand from the outside air touching his cheek
“I thought the lights were pretty” the answer is a little too evasive, he knows you know it too, during the few months you’ve been together he’s come to understand that you could redraw the ridges and creases on the palm of his hand with your eyes closed, that he can hide no piece of himself to you.
“Okay, any particular reason you’re doing this?”
“I used to do it every year when i was a kid, made it into my own tradition until there was no space for me to fit under the tree” it’s a fond memory looking back, he wishes he had kept up with it, that most things he knew from childhood hadn’t gotten lost to the choices he made as an adult.
“Good thing I insisted we get the biggest tree then” you shuffle closer, the weight of your body soft against him.
“Nostalgia caught up to me and all I can only think of is everything I lost by becoming an adult” he says, turning his face into yours, the tip of his nose right against your cheek “I think I’m grieving something I didn’t know I had”
You meet his nose with yours, mouths only a breath away “You know how I fight that feeling?” he shakes his head, too dazed to say anything.
“By making new memories” a kiss on the forehead, “Tell me what you want to do for the holidays and all the years to come we’ll do the same” a kiss on his nose “Until we’re old and all we have is the traditions we’ve made for ourselves” one on the chin, then your hands between his hair soothing away his blues.
His eyes are glittering the same color of the lights now, its own pools of warm gold, he nods moving closer to you “Okay” there’s a mischievous smile playing on his lips “I want to kiss you under the mistletoe”
You smile “I don’t think this is mistletoe, my love” amusement coloring your voice
“It’s okay we’re making our own traditions” and with a kiss you seal the promise that if time must turn you will gently steer its wheel, unmoored by getting pieces of yourselves lost to it.
this is beautiful. you perfectly captured that bittersweet nostalgia of the holidays as you grow older. and combining that with dieter?! i adore everything about this. ❤️🩹
Summary: Old and new Christmas traditions, plus some things lost to time.
Rating: E
Word Count: 547
Content Warnings: holiday fluff (with a little bit of blues), established relationships, no description of reader
Notes: Merry Christmas! @ghotifishreads 🎄✨ this is your secret santa speaking! happy holidays, honey! ❤️ I wanted to be able to deliver something a bit more special, but i’ve been so busy with life this was all I could do! I hope u love it ❤️
Thank you so much to @sp00kymulderr for being the best and organizing the gift exchange for our @dieterbravobrainrotclub 💓💓
Dividers by @saradika-graphics ❤️
His hair started greying as he was turning thirty, right as autumn was going into winter, just a smattering of it around his temples, only a few of strands unnoticeable to people’s eyes.
Today, around twenty years and many more greys later, they twinkle under the lights, taking the same gold tones of the Christmas tree they’d made together a few hours before.
He shoved himself under it in the hope of reliving the childhood memory of looking at the lights while laying on the floor, the one moment where as a young boy he would follow their comforting pattern void of any worry.
“Come here” he says sticking out his hand, the tips of his fingers calling you over with urgency.
He doesn’t need to look to know that his plea will be answered, the noise of your steps and the warm body next to his a few seconds later bringing a smile to his face.
“Hi”
“Hi”
“What are you doing here?” you ask, cold hand from the outside air touching his cheek
“I thought the lights were pretty” the answer is a little too evasive, he knows you know it too, during the few months you’ve been together he’s come to understand that you could redraw the ridges and creases on the palm of his hand with your eyes closed, that he can hide no piece of himself to you.
“Okay, any particular reason you’re doing this?”
“I used to do it every year when i was a kid, made it into my own tradition until there was no space for me to fit under the tree” it’s a fond memory looking back, he wishes he had kept up with it, that most things he knew from childhood hadn’t gotten lost to the choices he made as an adult.
“Good thing I insisted we get the biggest tree then” you shuffle closer, the weight of your body soft against him.
“Nostalgia caught up to me and all I can only think of is everything I lost by becoming an adult” he says, turning his face into yours, the tip of his nose right against your cheek “I think I’m grieving something I didn’t know I had”
You meet his nose with yours, mouths only a breath away “You know how I fight that feeling?” he shakes his head, too dazed to say anything.
“By making new memories” a kiss on the forehead, “Tell me what you want to do for the holidays and all the years to come we’ll do the same” a kiss on his nose “Until we’re old and all we have is the traditions we’ve made for ourselves” one on the chin, then your hands between his hair soothing away his blues.
His eyes are glittering the same color of the lights now, its own pools of warm gold, he nods moving closer to you “Okay” there’s a mischievous smile playing on his lips “I want to kiss you under the mistletoe”
You smile “I don’t think this is mistletoe, my love” amusement coloring your voice
“It’s okay we’re making our own traditions” and with a kiss you seal the promise that if time must turn you will gently steer its wheel, unmoored by getting pieces of yourselves lost to it.
Oh, Bella, this was lovely and made me ache in the best possible way! 😭🥺🥹 You've perfectly captured the nostalgia and sadness that often dances around the rim of the holidays as we get older, even when we are happy. I love your contemplative, reflective Dieter. 🥹
Summary: Old and new Christmas traditions, plus some things lost to time.
Rating: E
Word Count: 547
Content Warnings: holiday fluff (with a little bit of blues), established relationships, no description of reader
Notes: Merry Christmas! @ghotifishreads 🎄✨ this is your secret santa speaking! happy holidays, honey! ❤️ I wanted to be able to deliver something a bit more special, but i’ve been so busy with life this was all I could do! I hope u love it ❤️
Thank you so much to @sp00kymulderr for being the best and organizing the gift exchange for our @dieterbravobrainrotclub 💓💓
Dividers by @saradika-graphics ❤️
His hair started greying as he was turning thirty, right as autumn was going into winter, just a smattering of it around his temples, only a few of strands unnoticeable to people’s eyes.
Today, around twenty years and many more greys later, they twinkle under the lights, taking the same gold tones of the Christmas tree they’d made together a few hours before.
He shoved himself under it in the hope of reliving the childhood memory of looking at the lights while laying on the floor, the one moment where as a young boy he would follow their comforting pattern void of any worry.
“Come here” he says sticking out his hand, the tips of his fingers calling you over with urgency.
He doesn’t need to look to know that his plea will be answered, the noise of your steps and the warm body next to his a few seconds later bringing a smile to his face.
“Hi”
“Hi”
“What are you doing here?” you ask, cold hand from the outside air touching his cheek
“I thought the lights were pretty” the answer is a little too evasive, he knows you know it too, during the few months you’ve been together he’s come to understand that you could redraw the ridges and creases on the palm of his hand with your eyes closed, that he can hide no piece of himself to you.
“Okay, any particular reason you’re doing this?”
“I used to do it every year when i was a kid, made it into my own tradition until there was no space for me to fit under the tree” it’s a fond memory looking back, he wishes he had kept up with it, that most things he knew from childhood hadn’t gotten lost to the choices he made as an adult.
“Good thing I insisted we get the biggest tree then” you shuffle closer, the weight of your body soft against him.
“Nostalgia caught up to me and all I can only think of is everything I lost by becoming an adult” he says, turning his face into yours, the tip of his nose right against your cheek “I think I’m grieving something I didn’t know I had”
You meet his nose with yours, mouths only a breath away “You know how I fight that feeling?” he shakes his head, too dazed to say anything.
“By making new memories” a kiss on the forehead, “Tell me what you want to do for the holidays and all the years to come we’ll do the same” a kiss on his nose “Until we’re old and all we have is the traditions we’ve made for ourselves” one on the chin, then your hands between his hair soothing away his blues.
His eyes are glittering the same color of the lights now, its own pools of warm gold, he nods moving closer to you “Okay” there’s a mischievous smile playing on his lips “I want to kiss you under the mistletoe”
You smile “I don’t think this is mistletoe, my love” amusement coloring your voice
“It’s okay we’re making our own traditions” and with a kiss you seal the promise that if time must turn you will gently steer its wheel, unmoored by getting pieces of yourselves lost to it.
Hi Bella! Pumpkin season is ending soon, and with it comes the Silly Season...Christmas! What are the holidays like in your neck of the woods?
Hiii lovely anon!! Forgive me for being so horribly late in answering this, i’ve been so busy! 💓
The holidays around my house are such a fun time, me and my mom use it as a bonding moment to cook together, even just going grocery shopping and bickering about which item to buy is fun for us!
The whole family gets involved in making the tree, we try and think about creative ways on how to make it look different each year, last year we bought some fake snowy owls to add onto it (very cute and fluffy i have to say!), i guess it’s a bit of a tradition to buy new christmassy stuff to show how committed we are to the holiday 😭
Eventually some aunty that is invited to Christmas lunch will inspect the whole tree and say how full of stuff it is, but who cares at least we got to make more memories out of filling it up with anything we can think of 💓
Hope this gave you a little more insight about my Christmas ✨ thank you for being so nice and asking about it 🥹
To celebrate the follower milestone I reached this morning, I want to do another Love spreading mission ✨🫶🏻🫂
Thank you for being here, being a part of this community I grew to love and being a wonderful person 😇😚
I want to remind you that even though there’s been awful things happening on here, that nobody deserved, we are stronger than “them” 🙏🏻
I hope you are doing good, if not I want you to know that you are not alone and you can always talk to someone. I know that when it’s bad it can feel as if there’s no way out, but there is. It might take long and it will be hard but we can get through this okay? 🩵🩵
Much love, The Moon Fairy/MinaMilk <3
omg 🥹 this is actually the sweetest message ever,it just made my day one thousand times better 💓
thank u so much Mina, i’m sending all those beautiful words you’ve written right back at you 💓
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