#ALSO ALSO? that last gif??? there are more that are more christmasy than this one? BUT that tree is my christmas tree! exactly my tree!

[einaudis]

december in movies [7/31]: a boyfriend for christmas (2004) dir. kevin connor "A promised gift will come, my dear. A love that's true and steady. Between now and the end of the 20th year, when two hearts are ready."

[kylo-ren-writes]

Pumpkin, Part ?

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Request: @df841 requested:

“Hi, so I was re-reading Pumpkin right now and it still has me all giddy with the feels. And I was wondering if you could write something with them during the holidays. Where the reader never expected to meet her love in a pumpkin patch, and the holidays are coming up. Like always, Kylo is sort of a Grinch about it, but he'll do anything to make you happy. Choosing out a Christmas tree, wearing an ugly sweater, making cookies. Pleeaasse 🎅 ❄ ❄ 🎄 🤶 😊This would be awesome❤💚”

Warnings: fluff.

A/N: Fun fact! I don’t particularly like Christmas either, so I feel Kylo’s pain! haha. Me being lazy and not bothering to look at which part this is supposed to be. I still haven’t finished the last one I was working on, oops... But anyway, merry Christmas to you all! And I hope you enjoy! Also you don’t have to read the other parts to read this one. (gif not mine!)

Nearly two months had passed since you had unexpectedly met the love of your life. Is that too dramatic? Probably, but you couldn’t be happier! Nor can you help it or would want to.

No, you never expected to fall so in love with the arrogant stranger from the pumpkin patch and for that one date with the stranger to go so well. But yet, here you were, living in Kylo’s apartment (since he basically forced you to move in, although, you were very willing to be that much more closer to him) with your very first Christmas together coming up fast.

It’s all very surreal for you and even odd. Never before have you been so captivated by one individual person. Especially a man, not that you had anything against men. They just all somehow seemed to be the same to you and even... boring? But not Kylo.

Kylo couldn’t be compared to anyone, or at least that’s how you view him. And no you don’t care if it is biased.

With Christmas coming up so fast, you already have a list of every holiday themed activity that you want to do with him. You know Kylo will hate every minute of it, because for some reason the man hates holiday’s, but you also know that he loves to make you happy. So, you will definitely (and unashamedly) use it to your advantage.

The door to the bathroom opens and Kylo steps into the bedroom from the shower he has just taken. A towel is wrapped around his hips with water dripping from the ends of his nearly shoulder length hair onto the wood floor.

You smile up at him as you look up from the list of Christmasy things in your hand, an already suspicious look on Kylo’s handsome features.

“What is that?” Kylo asks as he turns towards the dresser that holds his underwear.

“Oh this?” You muse as you lift it up. “It’s a list...”

Kylo pulls off his towel and pulls on a pair of black underwear to replace it, giving you a wonderful view of what lies beneath for a few very brief seconds.

“A list?” Kylo turns to you as he lifts the towel to dry his hair, leaving the rest of his body bare open to your stares.

Even though you are used to Kylo’s body, it never fails to mesmerize you every time you get to see it.

You shrug nonchalantly at him with a sly smile lifting the corners of your mouth. “It’s a Christmas list of all the things I want to do with you. Like what we did for Halloween...”

Kylo’s immediate reaction is to groan, a deep, pained sound emitting from his throat. You can’t help but chuckle at the sound, smiling even more brightly.

“Why do you like to torture me?” Kylo asks as he approaches the bed. His large, heavy body is plopped down in front of you within seconds. His weight makes your body bounce the slightest.

You lift a brow. “Why don’t you like holidays? Literally everyone likes holidays or at least one holiday.”

Kylo scoffs, and you’re sure that he just rolled his eyes, but his grumpiness is too adorable to make you actually upset with him.

“Fair enough.”  

The first activity you make Kylo do is bake Christmas cookies with you. It’s also where you learn that Kylo hates sugar cookies because they’re “too sweet” and have “more calories in them then they are worth.”

Okay, sure, man of muscle. But then again, you suppose he didn’t get so nicely built from eating sugar cookies. Yet still, it is (almost) Christmas after all! It’s the time of the year where it isn’t supposed to matter what you eat.

After you had pointed that all out to him, he had kindly told you that he was letting you have them. You only snorted.

While the cookies baked, you managed to coax Kylo to indulge in hot chocolate with you. He wouldn’t accept any marshmallows, although, you were secretly fine with that. More for you.

Next came the ugly Christmas sweaters that you had managed to find in a mall for 20% off. They were both bright shades of red and green with sprawled messages over the front of “Ho ho ho,” and “merry Christmas!”. Yours had Santa Claus on it and Kylo’s had a reindeer on his, because it was adorable and you couldn’t help yourself.

Convincing Kylo to wear the damn thing though was probably the hardest feat yet. Actually, convincing Kylo to do anything that he didn’t want to do was difficult.

But all it took was a pouted lip and soft, doe eyes to get Kylo to relent. He grumbled, glaring at the ugly, knit sweater as he unbuttoned his black dress shirt. When it was on, you squealed and jumped up and down with glee, grinning at the miserable man before you.

You forced yourself not to laugh at Kylo’s displeasure, and instead wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug instead.

“Thank you, Kylo,” you had muttered. “It means a lot to me.”

You couldn’t see what his expression was, but it had softened into the tiniest of smiles, and Kylo hugged you back.

The last thing you managed to get Kylo to do with you, other than watching horrible (as Kylo says) Christmas movies and decorating your shared apartment together, was picking out a Christmas tree!

It is the thing you are most excited to do, and something you are sure Kylo shouldn’t mind too much. Unless of course if the man decides he can’t stand a little cold, winter air. But knowing him, he will probably complain about it.

Kylo is the one driving the two of you to the tree farm you had googled the night before. It’s only twenty minutes outside of the city, and you’ve got a venti Starbucks hot chocolate to keep yourself warm.

“I’m so excited!” You exclaim, grinning at him. “This has to be my favourite part of Christmas.”

“You’ve said that about everything we’ve done,” Kylo says flatly. His focus is on the road.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, but this is my favourite. Out of everything.”

“Still.”

“Kylo.”

“Yes?”

“Stop being such a grinch,” you say, your voice flat yet still amused.

Even though Kylo isn’t looking at you, you can still see his eyes roll. It makes you smile.

When Kylo pulls the car up to the tree farm and into a parking space, you’re practically opening the car door before he can actually park.

There are plenty of people around; Children race around, playing in the snow while their parents find the right tree; Young and older couples leisurely walk around, taking their time as they decide. It feels even more special watching them all and makes you even more excited.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” You chant like an excited child, opening your door. You don’t hear the heavy sigh that leaves Kylo’s mouth as you leave him behind.

All of the beautiful trees before you are practically mesmerizing, leaving you with your mouth hanging open and a twinkle to your eye. If it weren’t for the obvious fact that you are grown up, you could probably pass as a child.

Kylo comes up behind you, an amused expression adorning his face. “I didn’t think we came all the way here for you to just gawk at them,” he teased.

You snapped out of it then, elbowing him and rolling your eyes. “It’s just so... beautiful,” you mutter.

“They’re trees,” Kylo says as he furrows his brows.

“But they are Christmas trees! That makes them special.”

Kylo’s arm wraps around your waist, pressing you close to his side as he urges you onward. “But of course.” His tone is sarcastic, but you ignore it.

There has to be hundreds of trees to choose from, all of them different sizes and heights. How were you going to decide, or rather, how were you going to find “the one.”

“How about that one?” Kylo points and you follow his direction, frowning at his choice: It’s lacking in branches and pine needles.

“It’s... a little bare,” you scrutinize.

Kylo takes in a breath and points at another. “Okay, that one then.”

The next tree he points at is leaning to the side, and it’s an off green colour. You frown, looking up at him. “Are you just trying to pick one so we can leave?”

“Maybe,” Kylo shrugs. He avoids your gaze.

You sigh. “Kylo. This is our first Christmas together... don’t you want it to be... special?”

Kylo stiffens beside you as you both leisurely walk around the trees. “I’m sorry...” He sighs. “Yes, of course I do.” He stops and turns to you, his free hand coming up to cup your face. “I know I have been--”

“A Grinch?” You grin at him, cutting him off.

“I was going to say difficult...” He frowns. “But yes, a Grinch. I’m sorry.”

You lift yourself up on your tip toes while you smile and kiss him, hands planted on his chest. Kylo kisses you back and presses you closer to him. “I love you Kylo,” you mumble. “Even though you hate holidays.”

Kylo chuckles lightly and pecks your lips. “I love you, too, and, you make holidays more bearable.”

The side of your mouth turns up in a smirk. “Even though I make you do holiday activities with me?”

“Yes, even though you insist on participating in tacky, holiday activities.”

You scoff and lightly slap his chest. ““Christmas isn’t tacky!” You defend.

“Sure it isn’t.” Kylo isn’t being viscous. An amused smile is adorning his handsome face while he teases you.

You roll your eyes. “Grinch.”

It takes you and Kylo exactly two hours and thirty minutes to find the perfect tree, something that wasn’t too short or too tall, or too thin. It was the perfect shade of green and it came with the fresh scent of pine that was going to liven up your living room for the next few weeks. You couldn’t wait to decorate it with Kylo, and yes you had already told him that he was going to help you.

The workers at the farm had processed and loaded the tree up to your car without you or Kylo having to do any work. Now you just had to get it home safely, which wasn’t going to be a problem since the weather was so beautiful today.

Kylo surprisingly wasn’t grumpy at all on the drive back. He held your hand and there was a comfortable silence between the two of you. It felt nice, sweet. Your first Christmas together was going to be something you remembered for forever.

When you and Kylo arrived home to your shared apartment, it was a bit of a hassle to bring the tree up. Thank the lord the building has a working elevator, but getting the tree inside without wrecking it was a bit of work and careful maneuvering. But the two of you managed.

Now, the tree is situated in your apartment in front of the large window over-looking the city. It stands beautiful, but bare. The ornaments and lights you had bought a week prior out of anticipation sit unboxed in front of it.

In the kitchen, Kylo is making the two of you hot chocolate while you mentally plan where you want to hang everything. You couldn’t be more excited and you want him to hurry up, because this is something you must do together.

“Kylo! Hurry up!” You call out to him as you untangle some of the lights.

Kylo makes an unintelligible noise from the kitchen before he walks out minutes later, two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in both of his large hands. He hands you one. “Careful, it’s hot.”

You take a cautious sip and sigh in delight before setting the mug down onto the coffee table, and urge him over. “You will have to do the upper portion of the tree and I’ll do the bottom,” you instruct him.

“I’ve never put up a tree before,” Kylo says as he picks up one end of the lights.

Your eyes widen the slightest as you pick up the other end. “What? Why?” How could anyone go through Christmas without a Christmas tree? It was unheard of to you.

Kylo shrugs. “Since I moved out of my parents’ house, I mean. Although, I’m sure you can guess why.” He smirks.

“Because you are the actual Grinch?” You quip, smirking back at him as you begin to drape the lights over the bottom branches of the tree.

Kylo helps you as you work your way up. “Holidays just don’t do it for me. They’re depressing, really.”

You frown. “They don’t have to be. Not when you are with the right people.”

“True,” he simply says.

Kylo takes over hanging the lights once you hit the mid point of the tree, and a comfortable silence falls between you.

The decorations are next.

“These are so pretty,” you comment as you gaze down at a cute reindeer ornament. You had gotten it and the other decorations at the same time as the ugly Christmas sweaters. Speaking of which, you were wearing yours right now.

Kylo doesn’t comment but he nods, wordlessly hanging various different decorations up on the tree. It doesn’t take long with the two of you, and within twenty minutes, you’re ready to add the last touch, the star. Or, well, Kylo will have to do it. The top of the tree is too tall for you to possibly do it without a chair.

“Quick, add the star!” You exclaim excitedly as you hand the golden thing over to him.

Kylo grunts, and does, and you squeal out of delight, earning a look from the Grinch that now stands at your side after he backs away from the tree.

You cling yourself to Kylo’s arm, squeezing the muscle as you beam at yours and his hard work.

You’re both looking at the tree, admiring it. It’s all lit up with all of the beautiful decorations and the star.

“I love it,” you whisper.

Kylo turns his head down to gaze at you, a small smile lifting up the corners of his mouth. He loves seeing you happy as much as he loves making you happy. Kylo wraps both arms around you, nuzzling his face into your hair.

You giggle and press your face into his chest. “Thank you Kylo for doing all of this with me. I means so much to me.”

Kylo smirks. “Of course. Just like I said earlier today, you make Christmas more bearable.”

Your arms wrap around his waist as you roll your eyes for the twentieth time today. “Well, I’m happy that you at least aren’t as miserable as you seem to be,” you tease.

However, even though he knows you’re teasing, Kylo frowns the slightest. “... I’m not miserable... I actually don’t mind... doing all of this stuff with you. It’s nice, actually.”

You fake gasp, mocking surprise. “Really? You mean to say that you, Kylo Ren, known Grinch impersonator, is enjoying Christmas?”

This time Kylo rolls his eyes. “Only because of you.”

“Right.” You giggle, lifting your hand up to cup his angular jaw. “Or maybe because your heart is actually bigger than you like to pretend it is.”

Kylo shakes his head, smiling. “Maybe.”

You hug him tightly, overcome with all of the loving emotions you feel for this man. “Oh, I love you so much, Kylo! Meeting you was one of the best things that has ever happened to me.”

“One of?” Kylo smirks.

“The best.”

Kylo seems satisfied with that answer as he hugs you to him, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

You smile into his chest, the happiest you have ever been, with the man you love more than anything in the entire world.

“Merry Christmas, Kylo.”

[like-a-bag-of-potatoes]

Fairytale of New York

A/N: This is my entry for mine and Kari’s (@thing-you-do-with-that-thing) 12 Days of Christmas Challege. It's betaed by the lovely @thorne93.

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Prompt: Chirstmas Music

Warnings: Fluff

Wordcount: 815

(I know this gif isnt tecnichally Cas, but... Also.. Its not my gif)

“So, what's the deal with you and Christmas anyway?” Dean asked from his spot in the library. He was leaned back in his chair with a book in his lap, a beer in his hand and his feet crossed at the ankles on the table.

“I don't know,” you said, shrugging. “While growing up there was always so much stress in our house, but the moment the Christmas music started playing it was like everything just slowed down and all the stress went out the window. Why are you so against it?” you asked, taking a seat across from him.

“I'm not against it, but we don't really have any traditions for it,” Dean answered while he threw the book on the table.

“I'm not gonna force you and Sam to celebrate with me, but I just thought it would be nice with some Christmas music at least.” That was the reason you had come to Dean in the first place, to see if he had any in his music collection.

“Sorry, kid,” he said, taking the last sip of his beer. “Maybe if you turn on the radio?” he suggested.

Cas continued hide around the corner as he listened to the conversation between you and Dean. He didn't have any experience or traditions with Christmas at all, but he knew that it seemed to be important to humans, and more importantly, it seemed to be important to you.

He waited until Dean was alone before he made his presence known, startling Dean as he teleported into his room.

“Damnit, Cas,” Dean scolded. “Don't you know how to knock?”

“Of course I know how to knock,” Cas answered. “Do you have any Christmas music?”

“Why do you want music?” Dean asked, sitting up straight. This was a weird request, even for Cas.

“No reason.”

“Is this for (YN)? It is, isn't it. I knew it,” Dean said triumphantly.

“What did you know?” Cas asked, more than a little confused by Dean's sudden outburst.

“You like her.” Dean got to his feet and walked over to his records, letting his finger slide over the ridges until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out the record and handed it to Cas. “Number four on this. It's as Christmasy as it's gonna get.”

“If I Should Fall From Grace With God?” Cas quizzed as he read the words, a questioning look on his face.

“Just.. Trust me, okay. Now go get your girl,” Dean said, encouraging his friend.

Cas walked back to the library where he knew he would find you, and he made his way to the record player Dean had set up in there.

You watched him curiously, wondering what on earth he was up to now. It was no secret that you had a massive crush on the angel, at least not to Sam and Dean, Cas was luckily blissfully unaware.

It was Christmas Eve babe, In the drunk tank

The music flowed from the speakers and a smile instantly grew on your face as you recognized the song. It might not be the traditional Christmas songs that you used to listen to with your family, but there were still many good memories in this song.

You stood from your chair and took a few steps closer to Cas. “What is this?” you asked, referring to the situation more than the song.

“Dean said it was a Christmas song,” Cas explained. “Do you not like this one? It was the only one he had.”

“I love this one,” you assured with a smile, “but why are you playing it?”

“I heard you talking to Dean earlier and I figured…”

That was all he got out before you had run over to him and crashed your lips to his. Just when you thought you couldn't fall deeper for this man he goes and does something like that. It took him a second to respond to you, but soon his lips molded to yours and a strong arm snaked around your waist. For a moment you allowed yourself to get lost in him, his scent, the taste of him, the feeling of his hair between your fingers, the safety of his touch. Everything that was Cas enveloped you, and for a brief moment the world around you faded and all you could hear was ‘the fairytale of new york’ and all you could feel was Cas.

“Finally.” A voice sounded from somewhere in the distance and you and Cas pulled apart. Sam and Dean were standing just outside the library, both with smiles on their faces.

“Come on, Sammy, let's give these lovebirds some space,” Dean said, nudging his brother.

You looked from the brother and back into Cas’ crystal blue eyes and you couldn't help the giggle that erupted. It was soon silenced thought, as Cas gently captured your lips with his again.

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