time to get into the xmas spirit!!

Eddsworld Christmas Masterpost

HELL YEAH WHO’S READY TO GET INTO THE FESTIVE SPIRIT

(APOLOGIES IF YOU DON’T CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS BUT WATCH THESE ANYWAY BC THEY’RE FUNNY)

EDD:

BONUS: Christmas Demolition w/ lyrics


TOM:

BONUS: Carol of the Bells (Remix by LilDeuceDeuce)


MATT:


(If I’ve missed any, let me know and I’ll add it!)

coconutkissing  asked:

I always like christmas themed fics, so would a kissing-under-the-mistletoe drabble be okay? :)

Your trivia prize: (AU bc im going to get a lot of xmas themed prompts now)

Georgie’s christmas parties were always a good time. Since he met her at the beginning of uni, he had been invited to every party in the past six years. Everyone was dressed in themed jumpers, the house was decorated to match the spirit, and it even smell of Christmas– cinnamon and gingerbread. 

While Dan had developed a sense of comfort in these types of crowds (as he’d known these people for so long), he still kept to himself. He wandered over to the hostess, kissing her on the cheek once and thanking her for the invite. 

Once he found himself tucked away in a lovely spot, in a secluded corner of the living, he relaxed, happy to people watch for a while.

A few moments had passed before Georgie came bearing company on her arm. “This is my favorite cousin, Phil. Phil, this is my favorite uni housemate, Dan.”

Dan smiled nicely and shook the man’s hand.

“Sit,” she told Phil. Before leaving, she whispered something in his ear which made Phil turn all sorts of red. 

Dan cleared his throat, trying to avoid the awkwardness of their interaction. It was not working. “So… you’re her cousin?”

“Yes,” the man replied. “I’m visiting from America.”

“Really? You have a Manchester accent though.”

Phil grinned. “I’m glad someone still thinks that. I moved there just over 5 years ago. Georgie says I sound like Yankee.”

“No, it’s still there.”

“So you went to Manchester?” Phil asked.

“Yeah.”

“What’d you do there?”

“Law and then I switched to something that didn’t make me want to… anyway.” Dan chuckled to himself, which caused Phil to smile. “I’m in film now.”

“I’m in post-production.”

“Really? What a coincidence.”

“We have a lot in common.”

“That’s not surprising,” Dan mumbled, knowing that Georgie was up to something. 

“Why not?”

Dan shrugged. Two hours passed and they were still talking– flirting– but Dan wasn’t sure.

“When you first sat down, Georgie said something to you. What was it?”

Phil blushed again. “She said ‘He’s your type and a precious snowflake so don’t mess it up.’”

As if by chance, Georgie came over with a cheeky smile and took Phil by the hand, pulling him up from his seat. “Dan, come with us.”

She pulled them both into the deserted hallway and looked up. “You know the rules.”

“You tricked us!” Dan moaned, glaring at the mistletoe. “Why would you even put it here?”

Phil had gone quiet, his shyness taking over. 

Georgie laughed. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to… but do it if you think it’s right.”

“Do you have to watch like creeper?” Dan finally said. He liked Phil. He liked that they had loads in common and he seemed to like Dan back. He hadn’t been kissed in months and Phil was cute.

Georgie stepped out of the passage, giving Dan a look that meant ‘Don’t you just love me?’

Phil stared at his shoes awkwardly, not really one to kiss strangers he’d only met a few hours before. 

“Can I kiss you?” Dan asked quietly, “I’d like to, if you’re up for it.”

“Me? Really?”

“Yeah… why not you?”

Phil shrugged. “I don’t know. Never thought someone like you, would kiss someone like me.”

“Is that a yes?”

Phil nodded and it was a mere second before he felt soft, full lips meet his own. It lasted only a few moments but he wanted to do it again.

Raucous applause followed as Dan looked behind him and found at least ten of his former uni mates cheering them on. Phil burst in laughter, turning redder still. 

“Sorry,” Dan mumbled, fearing that they would embarrass Phil. 

“It’s alright. It was a good kiss. It demanded applause,” he joked.