#getdowngivejoy

[eileen-crys]

Get down, give joy! 🌟💖

A soft Jimercury hug to brighten your Christmas and warm your hearts! This is my gift for @idontknowhowthisworked and I really loved drawing it! 💕💜💖💕💜💖

I can imagine Jim growing and taking care of the Poinsettias himself to make a special gift for Freddie! 🤧💕 I really hope you like it!

Thanks to @warriorteam1924 and @thosequeenboys for organising this wholesome event 😍

[buckyjamess-archive]

chocolate chips & babies

a/n: hello @onceuponadetectivedemigod I'm your secret Santa for the Get down give joy event! This is my first time participating in such thing. I absolutely loved the things you requested & this is where I ended up, I hope you enjoy it! also, sorry for not sending so much anons; I didn't know what to ask :')

pairings: ben hardy x reader

warnings: fluff town baby, call your dentist in advance. Dad!ben needs a warning on its own.

wordcount: 1.4k+

summery; Christmas with the Jones' is never the same.

"Daddy, this one has Santa in it." 

Ben looks down at his daughter, Emily, shaking another snow globe in her purple gloved hands. Blonde hair flowing from underneath her purple hat. Rosy cheeks and the tip of her nose red. 

"No, you're joking?" 

Kneeling down to his daughter's height, he catches the globe from her tiny hands and examines it closely. How the snow floats around Santa, the Christmas tree and the tiny snowman. 

"It sure is Santa," Ben smiles at his daughter "we need to find mum and your brother, okay?" 

Emily nods her head and watches how her dad sets the snowglobe back on the shelf, amongst all others she enjoyed. Ben gets back on his feet and reaches for her hands, which wraps around his finger. 

Making their way out of the little corner store and out on the cold streets of London, Ben finds himself and his daughter in a mob of people.  

People desperately trying to find that one last, perfect gift for under the tree. People trying to get the last turkey from the store a few blocks down. People arguing. People yelling-- 

Oh the joys of Christmas. 

"C'mon, sweetheart." 

In a swift move, Ben raises Emily off the ground and holds her tight against his side. Her arms wrapping around his neck. 

"Where's mummy?"

"I don't know," ben mumbles, subtly pushing past the group of arguing women "but we'll find her." 

"We have too," Emily states as a matter of fact "we were going to bake cookies." 

"Yeah, did mum promise you that?" Ben asked curiously. 

Emily nods her head "with hot chocolate." 

It can't be hard to find you, right? A woman he came to love so dearly, walking around with his son, his carbon copy, sporting a seven month baby bump under a layer of clothes..not that difficult, if the streets weren't packed as if every store decides to give things away for free. 

Christmas with the jones..never the same. 

"Maybe Santa can give me the snow globe." 

"Maybe he will sweetheart." 

You push the stroller back and forth in the hopes to make your over emotional toddler sleepy and though he's dozed off minutes ago, you can't be too sure and stop it. 

Noah his rosy, chubby cheeks are squished as his head rests against the metal of the stroller. Quiffs of blonde peeking from under his red and blue, fireman Sam hat. Clutching onto a stuffed rabbit he'd gotten from his big sister. 

You rub over your still and seemingly never growing bump when little miss Jones causes a ruckus. Honestly, you're still surprised she hasn't broken any of your ribs or caused any internal bleeding, 

something you'd not had experienced yet, Emily and Noah were the easiest babies you'd seen among your friends, just like their dad, not only in looks but in manners but something tells you this little babe is going to be your carbon copy. 

Sitting down on the stone bench, your feet ache. A sigh leaving your lips when your son starts to shift in his stroller the second you stop moving it. 

Home, that's all you want at this moment. Gather your little family, walk home and heat up with some hot chocolate underneath the Christmas tree while watching a movie. Underneath a thick fluffy blanket preferably. 

Only if you didn't lose your husband in the madness called the great Christmas depression. Maybe it was a bad idea to do some Christmas shopping last minute after all. 

The cold England weather sends a shiver down your spine and you tuck the blanket further up Noah's body, carefully to not wake him up. 

The familiar sound of the voices belonging to those of your husband and daughter catches your attention. You stand up, looking around the bush streets and it takes a while before you spot the two blondies.

You wave in the hopes they see you and they do as Emily points into your direction. 

"It's a madhouse." Ben grumbles when he reaches you "lets head back home." 

"Gladly." You mumble back. 

The walk home isn't long. You've rarely left the block. You've walked this route a hundred times, ten minutes at last but with the ache in your feet and back, it made it look like hours but with Emily pushing the stroller, it gave Ben the opportunity to snake his arm around your back, helping you to find some sort of relief.

"This is the last kid, Jones." You complain "unless you're planning to carry them." 

"Don't think I'm able to be such an amazing human being," ben chuckles "I'm just a man." 

"This one better look like me." 

You watch Emily, carefully pushing the stroller with her little brother around. Nearly reaching the handles, even on her tiny toes but peeking around it to make sure to go straight. 

Both carbon copies of their daughter. 

"I'm sorry love, can't help it. My genes are stronger." 

"Mate, calm down." Ben laughs when he pulls his son hand away from the batch of cookie batter "when's the last time we fed you." 

You're seated at the breakfast bar, nursing a hot chocolate, like you imagined minutes ago.

Emily stands tall on her step, flour covering nearly every inch of her body, rolling batter into small balls, licking her fingers clean once in a while.

Noah on his knees on the kitchen counter, anything edible disappearing into his mouth whenever he can get his hands on it. 

Ben stands behind him, able to pull his son back whenever it's needed. Hand gripping the back of Noah's shirt. 

"Grandma says you get sick from eating it." Emily says, looking back from Ben to you and back "chickens will grow in your stomach because the eggs are raw." 

"Did she?" Ben raises his brow as he looks at his daughter, mouthing a 'What the hell?' In your direction 

"Is it true?" 

"No honey, grandma is crazy." You say "You can get sick from it, so don't eat too much." 

"Do you want some?" 

She holds out a ball of dough in your direction. A smile reaching her ears, showing off her pearly whites 

"No, the baby doesn't like it." You refuse but give her the same warm smile she's giving you. 

She turns back to her dad, holding out the same piece but when Ben refuses it too, she sets it in the tray in front of her, pushing it down with her hands. 

"I will make cookies for all of you!" Emily cheers "even for Santa!" 

"That's a good idea love," Ben smiles, "Maybe he'll get you that snow globe." 

"Yes!" 

The two of you share a smile but it falters fast when Noah gets a hold of the bag of chocolate chips, nearly stuffing his mouth with a hand full. 

"Mate, you need to calm down." Ben states "he's got that from you." 

"As if you didn't eat my last candy bar, Jones." 

"Go easy on your mum or you'll be the last one." 

You roll your eyes at Ben, his face close to your bump. The lights of the Christmas tree and the fairy lights illuminating the features on his face. 

With the two rascals all tucked in and sound asleep, it's just you, Ben and the little bean. A moment you'll forever cherish, a moment that rarely happened. 

"So, if you want a brother or sister-" 

"Ben, please," you chuckle "I don't want to think about another kid right now. She's not even born yet." 

Ben sits back up right and rests his feet on the coffee table, laying his arm on the couch behind you "What about a football team?" 

"I'll personally give you a vasectomy." 

"I'm joking." Ben throws his head back, nearly causing a whiplash as he lets out a laugh 

"I'm not tough." You smirk at him "I love you but I'm not going to care a football team, find yourself another wife if you have too." 

"I would never." 

Ben kisses your temple and places his hand back on your stomach and if on queue, the little bean kicks up against his hand. 

"Already a daddys princess." Ben jokes "three girls to fight for my attention." 

You raise your brows and fake a smile "Oh, I'll always fight for your attention." 

"These mood swings really getting to you this time, huh?" Ben chuckles "Where's the Christmas spirit?" 

You huff and lean back on the couch, throwing your legs in Ben's lap. Without thinking, Ben reaches for them, massaging away the ache in them. 

"We've to make sure we feed these kids," Ben says "look at our poor son." 

Tough it's a little hectic and a bit chaotic and, ben wouldn't want his family to be any different.

[silver-salmon15]

🎁 GET DOWN, GIVE JOY 🎁

@iluvcheescake HEHEH IT WAS ME THE WHOLE TIME 😈😂🤠👌👌🎅🏻🎅🏻🤠🤠

It was hard to choose a specific moment from the interview, but I thought this one was the funniest. It was a challenge to draw, but I think it turned out pretty okay. I hope you like it! 😄

Thank you @warriorteam1924 and @thosequeenboys for organizing this event, y’all are amazing!

[thosequeenboys]

Get Down, Give Joy Queen-BoRhap Gift Exchange: Info & Registration

We (@thosequeenboys - Stef and @warriorteam1924​​ - Kate) are excited to end 2020 positively by sponsoring a Queen-Borhap Gift Exchange, which we’ve named “Get Down, Give Joy.”  We think Freddie would like the title-and the spirit it represents.  

This event is for EVERYONE:  those who have never created and those who create regularly; blogs with 5 followers and blogs with thousands; fans who post often and those who seldom or never post; folks who’ve been fans for decades and those who just joined the fandom.  The event focuses on creativity, inclusivity, community-building, friendship and fun!  Thanks for reblogging this message-even if you don’t plan to join!

To participate, please complete THIS SURVEY by Sunday, October 11th to provide information about gifts you’d like to give and receive. 

Please read the information below the cut if you plan to participate.

We aim to send your match to you by the end of October/early November. Creators will post gifts December 20th - 23rd.  Contact us any time with questions/concerns.

We hope the creative and gift gifting processes provide well-deserved happiness to all fandom members who participate-and all who enjoy their creations.  Thanks for your efforts to help the event be successful!

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[darlingyourebeingabore]

Christmas Wishes & Mistletoe Kisses [Get Down, Give Joy]

Joe Mazzello x Reader

Authors Note: Merry Christmas @johndeaconshands - I am your secret santa! 🎄

I really hope you like your gift and it brings a smile to your face.

Thank you to @thosequeenboys and @warriorteam1924 for organising such a lovely event and I hope you all have an amazing Christmas 🎄 ❤

Synopsis: The Mistletoe Ball comes around every Christmas Eve. It's the one night of the year where friends and couples alike celebrate an evening of festive fun. This year will be unlike any other.

Song Inspiration: All I Want For Christmas Is You - Lady A

Pairings: Joe Mazzello x Reader

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You were all set for the holidays. The Christmas presents were sitting under the tree, wrapped in pretty red bows that shimmered under the twinkling fairy lights. The stockings were hung up upon the fireplace, ready to be filled and there were plenty of festive treats piled up on the table ready to be devoured. All that was left now was to get ready for the one night you had been excitedly anticipating for weeks; The Mistletoe Ball.

It was the one night a year that everybody in your local town had a chance to dress up and enjoy before the big day. Up until this year, you'd never had the pleasure of attending the ball with anybody other than your best friends but that was all about to change.

You took a look at your watch as you anxiously awaited for the doorbell to ring. Finally after months of tip-toeing around, you had plucked up the courage to ask the guy from work to take you to the ball and to your surprise he had accepted. You were beyond nervous but extremely excited at the same time, pulling out all the stops to make sure the evening was perfect. After picking out the perfect outfit and spending hours getting ready in front of the mirror, the time had finally come.

And it just kept on coming. Checking your watch again, you frowned in worry. He said he'd be here at 7pm and it was now nearing half past. Had you given him the wrong address? Maybe he was caught up in traffic? You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and continued to wait, in hopes that soon enough the doorbell would ring and you would be on your way to the party of the year.

After 45 minutes, the call on the door finally sounded, making you bound to it as fast you could. Expecting to see the dashing face of your date, you were sorely disappointed to see your best friend instead.

"Joe?" You groaned, your lips pouting in disappointment.

"Merry Christmas to you too," he tutted as he allowed himself in, "I was worried about you, the party started half an hour ago,"

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you kicked off your heels and padded into the living room.

"I was waiting for my date if you must know," you huffed.

Joe stifled a small laugh, closing the door behind him and following you into the living room.

"What date?" He asked amused as he sat beside you on the sofa.

You sent him an unamused glare.

"Kyle from work," you huff.

"Wait, isn't he that backstreet boy clone you've been going on non stop about all year?"

"He's not a backstreet boy clone, Joe, he's in accounts,"

Joe cleared his throat.

"I just hoped that maybe I'd get a phone call or something if he couldn't make it last minute," you sighed, scrolling through your phone.

Joe found it highly amusing. You'd been friends for a few years now and he had had to endure all of your heartbreaks and date disasters so this was nothing new. However when he noticed a small tear trickle down your cheek, his smile disappeared.

"Y/N? I'm sorry, I was only -,"

"Oh no, it's fine, ignore me, I'm being silly," you sniffed, wiping your eyes delicately. Just because you were upset didn't mean you were about to ruin the make up you had spent all afternoon applying.

Joe couldn't ignore your sniffles; he was angry. Angry that that arse had stood you up. Secretly, Joe had had a crush on you for at least two years now but had never plucked up the courage to tell you. If he thought letting you know how he felt would make you feel better then he would but he feared it would just make things complicated.

"I feel like such an idiot, Joe," you groaned, your head falling on his shoulder.

He wrapped a comforting around you, leaving a small kiss upon your head.

"Listen - you're dressed up already, why waste a good night?"

You lifted your head up to face him and smiled lightly.

"But I don't have anyone to go with, it will just be another year of standing on the sidelines while everyone who's lucky to be in love dances around me," you sighed.

Joe shrugged.

"You will have someone to dance with,"

You knotted your brows and let out a small chuckle.

"Who?"

"You're looking at him,"

Your eyes widened in shock and butterflies began to flutter in your stomach.

"You don't dance," you giggled.

"I'll do it for you," he winked, "C'mon, the night's not getting any younger,"

You pondered for a moment, biting your lip in anticipation. Secretly, you'd always liked Joe - a lot - but you didn't want to ruin your already tight friendship.

"Okay," you sighed happily, "But you need to ask me properly,"

Now it was Joe's turn to be shocked. He gulped and his cheeks used a bright red as you stood and popped your heels back on. He followed suit and let out his hand for you.

"Y/N?," he asked softly, pulling you a little closer to him, "Can I take you to the dance?"

You gave him a small smile and nodded shyly as you picked up your clutch bag and you both left the house.

The party was incredible. It was like a real life winter wonderland and now you were spinning around in the middle of the floor with the rest of your friends but most importantly, Joe. Your arms were wrapped loosely around his neck, his hands rested securely upon your waist, making you feel safe.

"Hey, come with me," Joe whispered in your ear.

You felt goosebumps trickle across your skin as the words left his mouth and before you knew it, Joe was gently leading you out of the huge marquee and into the snowy garden outside. The trees, bushes and hedges are littered in twinkling lights and a fresh layer of snow has just settled on the ground. In the middle of the garden was a small gazebo, wrapped in winter greens and even more sparkling lights and a few couples occupied it.

"It's even more beautiful than last year," you smiled, beaming up at the brightly lit structure in front of you.

Joe smiled, unbeknownst to you and helped you up the small steps. The other couples dispersed back to the party and you and Joe we left alone. You let out a small sigh and looked up at him.

You shook your head and without really planning it, stepped up onto your tip toes and planted a soft kiss upon Joe's flushed cheek. Your eyes widened immediately and you mentally slapped yourself when all he did was stare down at you. He was obviously only seeing this as a friend helping out a friend thing and nothing more.

"I'm sorry," you blushed, cringing as you tried to look anywhere other than at him.

"Yeah, that was terrible," he chuckled.

Wait a minute? Was he serious? You were only expecting him to say it was okay, not make you feel worse by making a joke out of the situation.

"You missed completely, come here,"

Joe hooked his finger under your chin and gently brought his lips down to yours in a sweet and well overdue kiss. It was at that moment that you realised that Joe was all you had ever wanted for Christmas and for every Christmas afterwards. When he pulled away, you took the chance to look up into his eyes which were filled with nothing less than all the love in the world for you.

"Can I tell you something?"

You nodded as you bit your bottom lip. Joe leant down to your level, his lips coming close to your ear as he whispered three words that you'd been longing to hear ever since the day you'd met him.

"I love you,"

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes fluttered closed for a second. Joe faced you once more, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a happy tear that fell from your eye.

"I love you too," you smiled, "Merry Christmas,"

The End

Merry Christmas 🎄❄

[freddie-moments]

my lovely @yourlocalmusicalprostitute :) I’m your secret Santa and this is my present for you - a sleepy Deaky on holiday quarantine, playing Scrabble, listening to good music and having a good time. I hope you enjoy this moodboard and I wish you a very merry Christmas :)

p.s. I have another present for you, just a little thing which comes to my mind. I will show you later my dear :)

☆ ✭ ☆

and merry Christmas to @warriorteam1924 & @thosequeenboys <3 thank you for organizing everything! You did you great job <3

[satoru-chan]

merry christmas, @painandpleasure86​!!!

secret santa here... well not much of a secret now! i drew your fave deaky outfit & some extra doodles for the post! i hope you like it! ^^

shout out to @warriorteam1924​ & @thosequeenboys​ for organizing this event <3

also bonus doodle because it’s cute:

[whitequeen-ofwillowgreen]

Winter Adventure

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After a snowstorm, you and Brian decide to venture out and explore

Brian with his camera, taking pictures of the beautiful scenery

Enjoying the company of each new furry creature you meet

Throwing snowballs and laughing until it’s hard to breathe

An extra gift for @losers-yurio for the Get Down, Give Joy event 🎁