#holiday x reader

[moonlit-imagines]

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a/n: Y/N BASED ON THIS GIF IMAGINE (y/n is um an oc thats very dear to me and apparently very popular with the pjo fans)

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Sally and Percy welcomed you into their New York apartment just days before Christmas would be celebrated. Before you’d been released from Medusa’s Curse, Christmas didn’t exist—this was all so new to you, but you needed to get acclimated to this new life. Your mom was gone, your dad was still trying to win your favor, and now you had a half-human brother and a very present human…step-mom? She seemed to take a liking to you, and you thought it couldn’t hurt to let them in. "Y/N, hun, how about a cookie?" Sally offered a plate of sugar cookies, which you cautiously accepted. "Percy's just grabbing the tree ornaments from storage, do you want to help us decorate the tree?"

"Of course they do, I told them all about it. Even made some ornaments at camp." Percy explained as he sat the tote of Christmas decor down. "They're no marble carvings, but they'll do." You chuckled at some good old Ancient Greek humor—your mom was partial to making decorations from stone if you know what I mean. This was nice, though. It beat you being a decoration. You wandered over to the bin and started to dig through while Percy told you stories about each and every piece. Which ones he made, which ones were from his mom's childhood, which ones they got on vacation, baby's first Christmas, all sorts of Hallmark character ornaments. "This one is my absolute favorite." He held up a Luke Skywalker ornament and you stared at it in awe.

"What is it?" You asked, tilting your head with a little glint of wonder in your eyes.

"I have to show you Star Wars before we go back to camp! I can't say too much, I might spoil it—but I'm a lot like him, I think." Percy proudly held the ornament up next to him as little Luke held his blue lightsaber. You looked confused, but intrigued. "Promise you'll get it once you watch it."

"Oh! I know it's a little early, but I got you a gift that you can open now." Sally opened a drawer and pulled out a small wrapped box, handing it to you. "Go ahead, I think you'll like it." She smiled and you started tearing at the paper, pulled the box open, and looked down at the little "Baby's First Christmas" ornament. Sally watched you intently, worried you might not like it. "I know you're not a baby, but they don't have one for half-gorgon demigods who were encased in stone for thousands of years...I hope this one's okay." You carefully pulled the ornament out and walked towards the tree, hanging it up next to a few Percy had already added. You turned back to Sally and gave her a hug—a meaningful one. You'd never felt motherly love like this before—and although you didn't understand the significance of the new-age holidays quite yet, you were glad to have a place to go for them.

"Thank you."

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[moonlit-imagines]

warnings: serial killer mentions and pumpkin guts but also dexter himself is a serial killer so i cant imagine anyone reading this has an aversion to serial killers. oh and knife and fake blood ment

a/n:

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Halloween. A holiday like no other where people dress up like serial killers. Cover themselves in blood and walk around with all sorts of weapons. Costumes of Dahmer, Gacy, Bundy—but no Bay Harbor Butcher. Just me. And today I’d be gruesomely carving up another victim. His name? Jack O. Lantern.

Dexter raised his knife with two hands on the handle and stabbed it into the top of the bright orange pumpkin—while you took a more gentle approach. “Wow, Dex, didn’t know you were so into pumpkin carving.” You joked as he sawed the “lid” off and began scooping the pumpkin’s guts out, which was not apart of his usual routine if you catch my drift.

“Hey, just trying to have fun with it!” Dexter defended and you continued on with a bright smile on your face, none the wiser on what memories this brought back for Dexter. “What are you going to carve?” He tried to start some dialogue. “I think I’m gonna make mine evil.”

“Oh, there’s an idea. If you want, I have some fake blood for my costume in the bag over there. You can douse him, make him really scary.” You giggled at your joke just before finishing. “The Bay Harbor Pumpkin.” A lame joke, but you didn’t realize the irony of it was that the Butcher was sitting across from you on the floor with a knife in hand. To you, that was just Dexter. He chuckled along, moving his knife across the soon-to-be face of the pumpkin, and started carving out the eyes. A few gruesome thoughts crossed his mind as he compared the pumpkin to his victims, but you kept distracting him with jokes, singing, random questions, and occasional updates on your pumpkin progress.

“Yours is coming along nicely.” Dexter held his up to reveal a butchered pumpkin with a face that conveyed just what he was looking for—evil. Yours was a friendlier one, happy and bright. “I think I’m going to take you up on the blood thing, he’s missing something.

“They’re going to look so good when they’re lit up. Can’t wait!”

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a/n:

requested by anonymous

“Wh—Killian! Oh, my God, no, that’s so gross.” You protested as Killian set his tools down and began gutting the pumpkin with his hook.

“What? It’s seen worse, I can assure you of that.” He smirked and pulled his hook to reveal a heinous amount of orange, stringy, sticky guts. “You do this every year, huh?” He shook the goop off of him and continued digging.

“Sure do.” You said, drawing on the “face” of your pumpkin. “But never like that.” You teased and watched in horror as he began haphazardly dragging the sharp part of his hook against his pumpkin’s face.

“Carving pumpkins is a lot harder than it looks.” His craftsmanship was dodgy at best, but holding the pumpkin steady was probably much easier with his own hand than the hook. “He’s coming along just fine! Maybe a bit on the rugged side…” He commented after slipping up and scratching a divot in the pumpkin’s skin. “He’s got a respectable scar, is all. Not to be trifled with.” You let out a laugh that was almost a snort and Killian proudly smiled at his own words.

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind. Wouldn’t want him doing any harm to my pumpkin.”

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requested by @sweetjedi

“Turn the lights on.” You muttered, wide-eyed as you became uncomfortably aware of your surroundings. The tower was in the middle of nowhere, and the holovid you’d been watching had a similar setting. “Pretty please…” You squeezed his hand and moments later a thud from outside made you squeal.

“Don’t worry…probably just a lothcat.” Ezra awkwardly got up and flicked a light on. “Better?” You nodded and he sat back down, letting you hold his arm. Somehow, this holomovie got even scarier and you squeezed his arm even tighter—might have cut off his circulation, to be honest.

The movie’s end had you up all night, you begged Ezra to keep the lights on. You didn’t want to look weak in front of him, but that movie must have come from the darkest corner of the galaxy…Ezra didn’t want to admit he was just as scared as you. “Are you awake?” You quietly asked, turning towards Ezra as he slept on the floor beside you.

“No.” He lied and rolled on his side to face you. “You aren’t scared are you?” He teased and scooted closer to you.

“No way!” You gasped and let Ezra into your bubble, his arm slithered under your shoulder and acted as a pillow. “Just not tired…”

“Right, and I’m Jabba the Hutt.”

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“Yeah, I used to do this every year with my wife…was really hoping to do this with my son this year…” John rambled, biting his bottom lip to stop from tearing up. “But yeah, having a great time doing all this super important holiday stuff with my coworker.”

“So glad you can see the silver lining.” You smiled, countering his sarcasm with more sarcasm. “So how about we cut to the chase and pick a tree, yeah?” You nodded and reached for the tree closest to you.

“No, no. We need a good tree. A sturdy tree. One with good color, you know? This one’s no good, the needles are falling right off.” John touched the branches and knocked the pale needles to the ground. “No good.”

“Pick one!” You shouted. “It’s just for the lounge floor, Val’s getting a massive one for the banquet room anyways. It’s just for the team and none of them even care.”

“I care! It’s Christmas!” John exclaimed with tears in his eyes. You could tell it was…sensitive for him. The holidays were for his family and here he was living with a father-daughter duo of Russian assassins, an 100-year-old ex-HYDRA soldier, a rejected SHIELD experiment, Bob, and you. You both paused for a long moment.

“Okay, I understand.” You sighed and John unclenched his jaw. “Pick a good one, but don’t count on the rest of them throwing in any ornaments.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.”

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[moonlit-imagines]

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a/n:

requested by anonymous

“So you do this every year?” Killian asked skeptically as he shoved his cold hand into his jacket pocket, awaiting these “special lights” you’d been raving about in the town square.

“Every year.” You confirmed as you adjusted your winter attire. Your scarf had been pulled over your face like a mask, hat pulled down to your brows—you could only be identified by your eyes at this point. Sure, it was cold, but it was worth the wait. “Then I get hot cocoa from Granny’s afterwards.”

“I suppose I could go for some cocoa.” Killian winced at the chill of the wind. “I’ve traveled on many of cold seas, but nothing beats the nip in the air of the Land Without Magic.” He joked and you chuckled, shoulders pulled in as you tried to keep warm.

“That’s Maine for you.” You retorted and just then you saw Regina and Henry appear, walking towards the tree now that the night was here. In an instant, the Storybrooke Christmas Tree had lit up in white lights—soon followed by the fences and lightposts of downtown. You gasped and looked at Killian, who had a bright smile on his face.

“Reminds me of little fairies.” Killian chuckled at the little bulbs that had lit up the whole street. “I see why you do this every year despite this weather.”

“Well, that was all. So let’s get some cocoa?” You suggested, nudging him with your shoulder.

“Please.” Killian quickly turned towards Granny’s and the lights revealed his red cheeks. “I’m freezing!”

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“Mmm, this one looks good.” Clark knocked on the wooden trunk of the tree near the farmhouse. “What do you think? Good height…sturdy branches.”

“It’ll do.” You nodded, holding your chin as if you were thinking about it. “Yeah, let’s take it home.” You and Clark exchanged approving looked and he knelt down to get a good angle of the trunk. His eyes lit up red before lasers shot out and cut through the wood. You stood back and watched as your brother finished taking down the tree.

“Watch out!” He called as the tree fell to the ground, and for good measure he picked it up the the trunk and shook out the loose needles. “What, you’re not gonna help me carry it?” Clark joked and you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Come on! Ma’s probably got dinner waiting, and it’s cold out here!” You picked up your pace with your hands shoved in your pockets, Clark followed suit with the entire tree over his shoulder.

Finally back to the house, Ma already had the dinner table set and ready. “Wash your hands! Dinner’s ready!” You nodded along and her demands and Clark set the tree on the base in the living room, following suit to the sink. “Oh, kids! This tree is beautiful! Might be the best one yet. Thank you!”

“You cold? Need a blanket?” Pa asked you, noticing you shivering. “Martha, honey, y/n needs some hot chocolate or something. They’re practically frozen! How about you, Clark?”

“I could go for some cocoa.”

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“Don’t blink or you’ll miss it.” Tony told you, tugging on your sleeve as you stood on a neighboring building to Stark Tower. You were bundled up nicely, but the winds of Manhattan were harsh to say the least.

“Tony, it’s so cold. I want to go home!” You whined as he pulled you closer and wrapped his arm around you.

“We will soon! Just a few more minutes and I’ll get you some cocoa and cookies, okay? Just look…five more seconds…” He turned you towards Stark Tower and the lighting commenced—hundreds of thousands of multicolored lights appeared in sections. Your face lit up in awe, mouth agape. “How’s it looking?”

“It’s…beautiful!” You looked at Tony, his eyes reflecting the rainbow of lights covering Stark Tower. “Okay, but seriously. I’m freezing, cocoa time.” You told him and he nodded.

“Of course, of course. This way, please.” Tony led you back to the warmth of the indoors to get you your well-deserved cookies and cocoa. “Cocoa all the way? Marshmallows, whipped cream, cinnamon…”

“Duh.”

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