#Holiday? More like holiGAY

[mayepul]

Doodle yea yeaaaa

I just realised the air vents in the hair look weird um. Yea ignore for now lol I'll fix it another day

[wh0lemilk0vich]

Oh my god. I just read your home for the holidays thing on ao3 where Ian and mickey are coworkers and Oh. My. God. I realize that was posted a while ago and you might not be interested in continuing it but if you are I am begging you for more. Also just more writing in general adcfhbxgjbsc okay sorry bye

Hahaha awe no apologies necessary!! I definitely want to finish Home for the Holigays ❤️

Maybe I'll do a Christmas in July style thing and finish it this summer.

I'm glad you liked it! I feel so encouraged to continue whenever I get messages like these

[thejellybeanboys]

[Luis checks the calendar. It reads February 1] 🗓

Luis: “Eh close enough...”

Codey: “What? Oh...oh no. You can't.”

Luis: “I have to!! Look I can't celebrate it officially on the week it lands because I'm going to be sent to my Tia's house while my parents go on a short Valentine's day vacation. And if I'm not celebrating it your all not celebrating it together either!”

Codey: “Eugh, I rather we didn't celebrate it in general!”

Wil-Liam: “Whatcha talking about?”

Hoagie: “Hmm I think they're talking about Valentine's day. Which yeah uh if Luis can't be with us then I won't celebrate it....uh Heh cause you know he's our friend and the holiday is about friendship too..hehe no other reason.”

Cecil: “An early Día de San Valentín? Sounds peculiar but I don't mind it, I don't do much anyway for that day.”

Mason: “Same.”

Benny: “Yuppers :(”

Jeremy: “Uh lol yup same...”

Codey: “Wow almost like this holiday is a nothing burger. Just a day where consumerist and capitals can make commercialized profit over the societal pressure of romantic (usually heterosexual) love and Everyone becomes even more annoying than usual for the aesthetic or need for companionship.”

Leroy: (“I get it too girl, but y'know there's no stopping Luis being a secret hopeless romantic for the holigay. The best we can do is just try to moderate all this junk.”)

Codey: (“Ig”) >:\

Luis: “Whatever we're going to celebrate it now. Uh let me just get some things ready and we'll be golden.”

Wil-Liam: “Yo so we actually celebrate this thing for real life? I thought this was only allowed in the funny sitcoms.”

Cecil: “Wait Wil...have you ever had to celebrate Valentine's day?”

Wil-Liam: “No...?”

Luis: “...Oh ho ho, we're definitely celebrating it now.”

Codey: “Let my suffering begin.”

[iwannaban0nym0us]

Something interesting happened today

so ok, my ex is a theater kid and like their friend group is the theater kids the thing is I’m friends with at least half of the theater kids including one in my grade (who i’ve been getting closer with since we broke up lol)

anyway there was a QSU meeting today and the plan for it was to eat food make a ginger bread house and watch a gay holiday movie, aka our holigays celebration

so I show up a bit late and I see that the only people I’m friends with who are the theater kids and they’re all gather at one table which includes my ex, at this point I’m debating just grabbing some snacks and leaving since I’ve seen this movie before but then the one in my grade (she/they) walks up to make and says I should stay and hang out I tell her I will if they move over to another table with me so i don’t have to sit with my ex (the know a decent amount of the shit that my ex did to me) she agrees to that so we sit down at another table and start talking (about heartstopper I think)

After some time like 2 more of theater kids end up joining us from the other table and then a bit later a few more and after a bit my ex ends up being the only one at that original table, so the theater kids end up spending basically the whole time with me and the one I asked to sit with me while my ex sits alone

i feel very slightly bad about the fact that they were alone (I guess their boyfriend had something else?) but also not really since I didn’t ask all of the theater kids to come over, just the one, and I also feel like a sick since of pride that my ex’s friends chose me over them

also there's a decent chance I’m getting a crush on this theater kid (the one i’m getting closer with) but like it is a bad idea because a) I just don’t have time to date someone, b) it hasn’t been that long since I broke up with my ex, c) this person was literally asked out by my ex, d) its really not a good idea to date someone who’s good friends with your ex that you aren’t on good terms with (I should know I was the one stuck in the middle of my ex and my friend last time) so uh yeah they’re really nice and cute but also entirely a bad idea

[999moreyears]

*Noelle holiday more like Noelle holiGAY amirite?

[lifeismarvelous]

Here’s your little serving of peanut butter n grape jelly gays for the night 👌👌

[littleblueturtle123]

NOELLEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[6th-story-jukebox]

So you mean to tell me...

That PVRIS released a new music,

Charli XCX and Cristine amd the Queens did a great collab,

And now Hayley Kiyoko produced a new BOP?

ALL IN THE SAME WEEK?!?!

[queercapwriting]

Everybody in superfam conspiring to get Kara and Lena under the mistletoe but failing miserably and giving up only for Kara and Lena to land there by chance during their Christmakkuh Holiday party. Love u, cap! Happy Holigays!

J’onn tried to gently encourage Kara and Lena to walk with him, but just slightly ahead of him, while he was giving them a mission brief.

Kara wound up absent-mindedly flying while walking and conking her head on the mistletoe instead of winding up underneath it next to Lena.

“Nice try, papa bear,” Winn clapped him on the back. “But let the experts take it from here.”

He designed three prototype mistletoe-shooting guns for Maggie, Alex, and James. The next time Kara and Lena were in the field together, with Kara hovering over Lena to protect her while she diffused a bomb or something - which, to be real, happened way more often than it should - they could just shoot some mistletoe up above them.

“It’s adaptable, and will latch onto pretty much every surface.”

In his eagerness, Winn forgot that part of its adaptability was that that it functioned as an invasive species. He, James, Maggie, and Alex spent untold hours undoing the damage they’d done. 

(”But really, it gave us all some time together time, didn’t it?”)

Maggie asked M’gann to string some mistletoe above the booth where Kara and Lena sat every weekend after brunch.

It was the one week when Brian happened to already be sitting there when they got there.

Vasquez offered to pilot a remote control helicopter with some mistletoe attached to constantly hover over Lena’s head whenever she was in proximity to Kara.

Kara flew right into the damn thing on the first attempt.

James had to physically hold Alex back from draping Kara’s entire apartment ceiling in the stuff after Lena mentioned she was going over to Kara’s for dinner that night.

By the DEO’s Christmakkuh party, they all felt like they were coming off of a war that they’d all, very distinctly, lost. 

So none of them were quite sure if they were thrilled or infuriated when they saw Kara trip over the potsticker station J’onn had brought in just for her. Lena, all red dress and perfect reflexes, caught her just as a sprig of holly from the table soared above their heads.

“Does that count as mistletoe?” They heard Lena ask. “Because if it does, I. I wouldn’t mind kissing you, Kara Danvers.”

“It most certainly does NOT count!” Winn shouted. “But um. Yes, you should kiss her anyway. Assuming she wants you to kiss her, which, I mean, Kara, we all know you do - or, they’re ignoring me and kissing each other now. Oh, they’re really kissing each other now. I’m going to stop narrating.”

“So I guess we... win?”

“Was it... a competition?”

“Was my little sister finally getting together with the love of her life a competition for her family to win? Pfft, yes, of course it was. And we did, we definitely won.”

“Holly is NOT mistletoe.”

“Are they kissing?”

“Very much so.”

“Then did we win?”

“On a technicality, maybe.”

“Exactly. Merry Chanukah.”

“Happy Christmas.”

[wordsetchedinherskin]

Just a little Holiday fluff I wrote for our favorite Sorceress! Happy Holigays, folks 😊♥️ 

****

My breath catches in my throat as soon as I enter the living room. Helena's silhouette brilliantly outlined by the soft glow of  the fireplace. The lean muscles in her arms flexing ever so slightly as she meticulously places ornaments upon our first Christmas tree. My heart warms at the sight of it, and I can't help the fond smile that rises to my lips. Long strips of moonlit hair cascading over her focused eyes with each ornament that goes up. A master at everything she does, I had never seen a Christmas tree look more perfect. It was almost as perfect as her.

"Babe?" I ask her softly, causing her bright blue eyes to catch mine sharply.

"Yes, my love?"

"Here, I brought you something to try." I reply as I hand her a steaming mug with Santa's face on the side of it.

"And what is this called?" She raises the mug to her delicate nose, taking in the aroma before indulging herself in a long sip - her eyes widening as the taste fully hits her tongue.

"First tell me.. do you like it?" I ask teasingly.

"I enjoy it very much, yes." She says before eagerly taking another sip.

"This is my Grandmother's special hot chocolate." I say with a smile. "The secret is adding just a little bit of peppermint to it."

"It's quite lovely. Was your Grandmother an alchemist?" She asks as she finishes the contents of her drink.

"Nope. She just loved chocolate." I reply with a laugh as I join Helena by the tree - wrapping one arm around her waist as I pull her closer. A soft kiss to her cheek and all I can smell is chocolate dipped Helena with a splash of peppermint.

"You smell incredible." I tell her, leaning in for another kiss.

"Oh? Do I, now?" She gives me a little smirk before placing a warm, lingering kiss to my lips.

"Mmh.. Yes, you do." I say, kissing her back. "And you're a vision by firelight, too, might I add."

This time she blushes, slightly averting her eyes as she attempts to turn her focus back to the ornaments.

"You flatter me, my love." She says softly.

"Let me tell you a little secret, babe." I say as I lean in a little closer to her ear. "It's not flattery if it's true."

This time she shudders, and I know my plan to fluster her is working. Her dark blue eyes shifting back to mine and she softly bites her bottom lip before giving me another smirk.

"You know... my love. If you keep this up, we'll never finish this lovely tree of ours."

"Sounds like a fair trade to me." I say, kissing her again.

She slowly drops the ornament in her hand to the ground, firmly wrapping her arms around my waist as she pulls me in for a heated kiss. The sweet taste of chocolate and peppermint still on her lips as I drink her in, indulging in as much of her as I can. The glow of the fire place dancing playfully off her hair like it was caught helplessly in a stream of moonlight. My heart, warm, as the thought of spending my first Christmas with the love of my life spilled out into me. Helena was safe, loved, never to broken by the Witch Queen again - her first Christmas Eve spent cozily by the firelight - as our tongues wrote out exactly how we felt, with the sounds of Christmas filling the air.

****

[shera-dnd]

Happy boxing day to anyone who follows me from Canada!

Sorry for my complete absence yesterday but I was like celebrating Christmas and stuff

So I promised I'd upload a fic every other day until Christmas, but see... that didn't work. And I know there are still 2 fics and a comic left to finish, but after this long long year I was thinking of taking it easy for the next week or so

Which means all 3 of those things are still coming, they'll just be coming in 2022 instead of 2021. I hope everyone is fine with this little delay here

And if you'd like to either send me more fics for me to write, or just want to help a girl enjoy the Holidays without having to stress out over her bills, remember that my ko-fi is still there on my pinned post

Anyways I just wanna thank you all for helping me make through this stressful fucking year and to wish you all happy holigays!

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Happy Holigays

happy holigays by the royalmess

Class 1-A has to spend their holidays at UA because letting them all return home is simply too dangerous. And, okay, some of them maybe miss their families a bit but there's much, much worse than spending Christmas time with all your closest friends. And some people who are a bit more than just a close friend.

“Why do you have to be so mean all the time? Even around Christmas!” Kaminari complains. “You're like the Grinch!” “And you're gonna be like a corpse if you keep being so damn annoying,” Bakugou shoots back.

Words: 2894, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Yaoyorozu Momo, actually all of class 1A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, (IMPLIED)

Additional Tags: CHRISTMAS!!, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Decorations, Class 1-A Shenanigans, gay yearning ig, Dumbasses, cursing

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28301649

[ao3feed-tododeku]

Happy Holigays

happy holigays by the royalmess

Class 1-A has to spend their holidays at UA because letting them all return home is simply too dangerous. And, okay, some of them maybe miss their families a bit but there's much, much worse than spending Christmas time with all your closest friends. And some people who are a bit more than just a close friend.

“Why do you have to be so mean all the time? Even around Christmas!” Kaminari complains. “You're like the Grinch!” “And you're gonna be like a corpse if you keep being so damn annoying,” Bakugou shoots back.

Words: 2894, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Kaminari Denki, Yaoyorozu Momo, actually all of class 1A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, (IMPLIED)

Additional Tags: CHRISTMAS!!, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Decorations, Class 1-A Shenanigans, gay yearning ig, Dumbasses, cursing

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28301649

[destiel-love-forever]

Christmas Lights

A little Christmas ficlet with a depressed Cas and a very caring Dean, dedicated to all those that are struggling this time of year <3 

Read below or on AO3: HERE

"Actually… I'm not doing so well." Castiel looks up at Dean, his heart pounding from his confession. He just… can't anymore. It's all so heavy. Too heavy. "I don't know if I can… do it anymore."

Dean's almost speechless. They don't do that. They don't admit to being sick or hurt or upset. It's not the Winchester way.

But that's what John taught him, and it's bullshit. Because Castiel is sitting here. In front of him. Admitting he needs help. He doesn't have to clarify what it is. Dean can see it in his expression. In the dull, lifeless blue of his eyes.

"Come on," Dean says quietly. He stands, offering a hand to Castiel. Castiel stares at it for a few seconds before slowly taking it. It feels as natural as if they've been holding hands all their lives. Dean wonders why the hell they haven't done it sooner.

"Where are we going?"

"I want you to go change into something comfortable. Then meet me in the garage."

Castiel's eyebrows pull in. "O-okay."

Dean turns away, leaving Castiel feeling a bit stunned if he's being honest. He thought Dean would at least ask what's wrong. Maybe offer some comfort. A hug - though that was a longshot, more wishful thinking, but still… something.

Where is he taking Castiel? He isn't making him leave the bunker, is he? No. No, Castiel can't leave the bunker. Not again.

Just in case he is leaving, Castiel sneaks into Dean's room. He goes to his dresser and carefully looks through the piles of clothing until he finds it. Dean's faded gray Zeppelin shirt, so soft and worn that it's fraying a bit on the collar.

It smells like him, even though it's clean.

Dressed in sweatpants, Dean's shit, and a nice baggy sweater to hide said shirt, Castiel enters the garage on legs that feel disconnected from his body. His eyes burn as he sees Dean leaning against the impala, sipping something from a thermos.

Dean looks up and gives him one of those brilliant smiles that makes Castiel feel on top of the world. It settles him. Enough where he can breathe fully again. Enough where his hands stop trembling. Enough for him to have the courage to ask, "Are you making me leave?"

Dean's heart lurches almost painfully. He can see it now - how hadn't he seen it before? There's panic in Castiel's expression. Grief. A touch of anger and betrayal. But most of all - defeat.

"Cas, if anything, I'm trying to make you stay. To… want to stay." Dean swallows, his mouth feeling very dry all of a sudden. "On this earth. In this bunker. In my life."

"O-oh." Castiel releases a sigh of relief that Dean feels in his own chest. "Good. That's- that's good. I want to stay."

"Good." Now it's Dean's turn to release his own sigh of relief. "Do you trust me?"

Castiel smiles softly. "Always."

"Then get in Baby."

It isn't until he sees Castiel's slight hesitation, followed by a quick shake of his head as if he's telling himself no, that Dean realizes that sentence could be taken two ways.

He meant the car.

But he wouldn't mind Castiel either.

When they're both seated, the garage door open, the impala running, Dean hands Castiel one of the two thermoses he had been holding. Castiel had been so worried he hadn't even noticed there were two.

"Hot chocolate," Dean says in explanation. "Extra marshmallows."

Castiel's favorite.

He feels like his body is lighting up. Coming back to life. It's a slow buzz. Nothing cosmic. Just a spark. But it's enough.

"Thank you, Dean."

They begin to drive, Zeppelin playing on the radio, the road stretching ahead. At first, Castiel thinks this is what they're going to do. And it's fine.

It's nice.

Then he realizes they're in town, heading past all the shops to the residential area. He's about to ask where they're going when Dean turns down a street and pops in a different cassette tape.

At first, there's nothing. Then a low voice begins to sing a Christmas song. Castiel recognizes the voice. Dean sometimes listens to him on his record player when he's feeling sad.

Elvis.

Mary's favorite.

Castiel is about to look over at Dean, to say or ask... something, but lights catch his eye. He looks out his window instead and gasps quietly. The house they pass is nearly overwhelming. It's decked out in strings of lights, with Santa and his reindeers scattered across the lawn and lit up candy canes lining the walkway.

The whole neighborhood is like this, give or take a few houses.

One house is lit up like a winter wonderland, only using white and blue and purple string lights. Glowing snowflakes hang from the branches of their tree. Matching snowflakes cling to the sides of the house, looking as if they'd been embroidered on.

Another house is rainbow, the actual structure covered in multicolored string lights. There are large spheres lit up in blue on the lawn. One tree is wrapped in pink. Another green. The mailbox is tangled in red. The driveway is lined with yellow.

There's a rainbow PRIDE flag on a pole off to the right, something Castiel assumes is there all year.

The front door has a lit up sign that reads "Happy Holigays."

Castiel giggles to himself.

"I thought you might like that one," Dean says fondly. "I know how much you like your puns. Plus, ya know, PRIDE."

He doesn't have to clarify. They both know what that means to the two of them, even if they've never had the courage to say so out loud.

The smile Castiel gives him is one for the books. His eyes squeezed nearly closed, the skin around them wrinkled. Nose scrunched up. Teeth bright. Dean knows he'll remember every detail for the rest of his life. He has to. This is one of those perfect moments.

It's even better when Castiel looks back out the window, forehead pressed to the cool glass, eyes lit up in wonder.

Maybe that's why Dean finds himself still talking. "Mom used to do this, when we were little. It was my favorite. I remember being so excited for the baby to get to ride around with us and see all the pretty lights. We'd drive around for what felt like hours. She'd put this cassette tape in and sing along as we went. I could always tell when she was having a bad day because we'd listen to it twice."

Dean takes a sip of his hot chocolate, hoping Castiel didn't hear the way his voice cracked at the end of that.

"You miss her," Castiel says quietly. It's pointing out the obvious, but Dean doesn't mind.

"Yeah." Dean slows even further, to the point where they're barely crawling forward. He looks over at Castiel, smile falling. This is serious. He needs Castiel to know that. Meeting his eyes, Dean tells him, "I would miss you too. Please… I - Cas, I would miss you so much."

Castiel can hear it in Dean's voice. The slight panic. The pleading. He had wondered if Dean even knew. If he had been able to tell earlier, or if he had thought Castiel was just a little sad and tired. Needed a break.

But Dean knew. Of course he did. Dean always just knows.

And there's something so damn nice about that.

"I won't go," Castiel whispers.

"Promise?"

The impala is still now, idling in front of a house with golden lights.

Neither of them notice.

"I promise." Castiel swallows hard, looking down at his hands where they grasp his thermos of hot chocolate. "I - I can't make it stop. I've been trying. Really, I promise, I have. But I won't… go away. If it gets that bad, I'll come to you?"

It's a question. Asking permission.

Dean nods rapidly. "Yes. Come to me. Because you might not be able to make it stop, Cas. I know how that must feel. How frustrated and helpless... I know you're used to things being easy. Just a little bit of grace and the cut or bruise or broken bone is healed. This isn't like that, and that's okay. I'm not asking you to find a magic button. I'm not asking you to make it stop. I'm just asking you to let me be there too. Let me into the dark. Because - are you ready for this? it's super cheesy, and if you tell Sam I'll kick your ass, but - I want to be your Christmas lights."

A tear slips down Castiel's cheek. He lifts a hand, but Dean gets there first. Cupping the side of Castiel's face, he gently runs his thumb along his skin, collecting evidence of Castiel's sadness.

Of his relief.

"Dean," Castiel says on a breath.

And then their lips are touching. It's not fast or deep. It's not like how Dean imagined whenever he sat around daydreaming. There's no sexual tension or explosive passion.

It's soft.

Easy.

Like coming home.

When they part, Castiel presses his forehead against Dean's, just as he did to the window. They smile. Laugh softly. Kiss again.

Eventually, Dean goes back to driving. Castiel returns to watching the lights. Dean starts the cassette for the second time. Because it's a bad day. And that's alright.

Because Castiel has hot chocolate and Elvis and Christmas lights. Because Castiel has Dean.

And this… thing inside of him, trying to suck his energy and hope, trying to shroud him in darkness, this thing that fills him with terror because Castiel has never not wanted to be alive before, and he doesn't like this new feeling, this thing has no chance against Dean Winchester.

"Oh, and Cas?"

Castiel looks away from the window, back at Dean. "Yeah?"

Dean grins, eyes flicking to where the tattered gray collar of his favorite shirt peeks out at him from beneath Castiel's sweater."Go ahead and keep the Zeppelin shirt. I like it on you."

And if that isn't Dean Winchester saying I love you, then neither of them know what is.

Castiel smiles. "I love you too."

This is for anyone having a hard time with their mental health this holiday season <3 This time of year can be hell for some, and not everyone is lucky enough to have a Dean. Stay safe and remember that you're not alone. I'll be on tumblr bored out of my mind this Christmas (& trying to avoid my in-laws) so anyone who just needs to chat or anything else like that, I'm always here for you <3

[ao3feed-sterek]

Let the Bells Keep on Ringing

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2RLUR18

by LogicIsGod327

Fresh off of a breakup and having sworn off humans for good, Derek starts to realize some things about Stiles.

OR

How an overripe banana, a shattered mahogany chair, and questionable footprints in the snow led to two idiots getting their act together.

Words: 7910, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Laura Hale, Cora Hale, Talia Hale, The Hale Pack, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Paige (Teen Wolf), Jackson Whittemore

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Past Derek Hale/Paige - Relationship

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, break-ups, Fluff, winter shenanigans, Holidays? More like HoliGAYS, Stiles cannot ice skate no matter what he says, Look it’s Christmas let me enjoy the aesthetic of some snow gays

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2RLUR18

[kabih]

I need confirmation to move forwards

It’s past midnight! Merry Christmas and Happy holidays......or should I say Holigays 

This is my gift for​ @seicchan-art, I’m your secret Santa! I love your art and I hope you don’t hate what I wrote 😅 (I posted this on ao3 and I really recommend reading it there. Just because the formatting is better and you don’t have to deal with tumblr adding emojis everywhere)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21898144

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Wendy now turned her head to Carla who was still flying around Lucy, “It should be blue.”  Lucy ignored her and continued going through Wendy's closet, adding on to the pile of clothes on the floor when she picked up something she didn’t like. 

“Wendy's always wearing blue”, Lucy hurriedly looked over to the girl in question to make sure she didn’t take offence, “Not that you don’t look cute in it! I just feel like there nothing wrong with wearing something different.” 

Carla flew closer to the closet now trying to find an outfit of her own “She shouldn’t be trying anything different, you're supposed to act like yourself on a date! And that counts for looks too!”   Her eyes landed on a sky blue dress and pointed towards it, “See something simple like this would be perfect for Wendy.”

“I mean-” Wendy intervened.

Lucy talked over her. “Really! Carla come on! I’m sure Wendy would rather-” 

“Well- ” the young girl tried again 

“I’m sure Wendy would prefer-” 

“Well!”    Lucy and Carla turned to look at the young girl sitting on her bed tired from being ignored. Once Wendy knew she actually had their attention, she continued, “You guys sure are mentioning my name a lot in a conversation I don’t even get to be apart of.”     Lucy dropped the purple shirt she was trying to convince Carla would be a good choice.     “Sorry! Sorry!” Wendy was waving her hands with her face turning red, realizing how harsh she sounded in her outburst. “I’m just stressed and you guys fighting over my outfit isn’t helping. Plus it just doesn’t seem like the most important thing right now.”     Carla went over to Wendy, apologizing for the fight yet not without commenting on how Wendy should still wear the blue dress. 

Lucy picked up a few of the clothes on the floor and put them back in the closet. She then put her arm around Wendy after she joined her on the bed. “It’s okay, sorry if we’re going overboard. I understand if you're a bit anxious Wendy, but remember it’s just Chelia! Imagine like it’s you guys hanging out, but in a more romantic setting.”    Yet that’s exactly what was freaking Wendy out. Her and Chelia have been friends for years and this is the first time there’s hope she could like the dragon slayer back.  

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A few days prior the pink-haired girl asks Wendy out. Well, Lucy is the one who seems to think Chelia asks her out. Wendy on the other hands see's this has another normal outing. 

Chelia ran up to her with her face red, asking her if they could meet tomorrow at some new coffee shop that opened.

"Do you think they have strawberry shortcake?" Ezra asked, Gray behind with her. "If so can we come? I've heard good things about it but I'd rather not go across town if they don't have any."

Chelia responded, eyes never leaving Wendy's, "Sorry, but I'm not going to be in town long and I really wanted it to be the two of us. So, do you want to go out with me Wendy?" _______________________________________

Wendy could see Lucy running over to her the second Chelia left.

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Once Lucy caught up to her she enthusiastically decided she was going to help Wendy get ready for her "date". Well till Carla started disagreeing with her sense of style. 

Wendy couldn't help but comment, "Lucy I still feel like your making a big deal out of nothing."

Lucy just hugged the girl tighter, "Wendy listen to me, she literally said and I quote "do you want to go out?" I don't know how she could have meant something else."

"Still," Wendy murmured, "they were people around, don't you ask people on a date in private? Plus she wasn't even nervous"

"Wendy the poor girl faced looked like a red rose garden, trust me when I say she was nervous."

"She was just running from Toby for ditching their mission." 

It's not like Wendy doesn't want this to be a date. She does! But if she was asking Chelia to "hang" by themselves she'd be a blushing mess and she wouldn't do it in such a public space as the guildhall! Even if her words were romantic, the context of them really wasn't! For someone who loves to talk about love, there no way Chelia would ask Wendy out in such a lacklustre manner.

Maybe Wendy didn’t misunderstand anything like Lucy said, maybe this really was just her and Chelia hanging out.  If she was really asking Wendy on a date, then Wendy would have been picked that up herself. She’s not oblivious! Wendy not that young! She’s old enough to go on a date damn it!    Well a, maybe date that is.  _______________________________________ Wendy ended up wearing a light purple jacket, with small desings of silver decorating it's bottom. Before Wendy left, Lucy found some black fur-lined leggings that Carla and Lucy both didn't hate. _______________________________________

Wendy swears on the hot chocolate she's drinking that was Gray entering the coffee shop her and Chelia were just leaving. 

Wendy couldn't help herself, "Chelia doesn't that look like Gray?"

"Wait seriously? What's he doing here?" She turned her head to try to find him.

"Ezra did ask if there were selling strawberry shortcake here. She'll be really happy when he tells them they do."

Chelia giggled into her mittens "Please, don't tell me he went across town just to check if they had shortcakes?" 

"It was a strawberry shortcake Chelia! And it was for Ezra, of course, he'd go."

Both girls laughed and joked a bit longer till they reached the center of Magnolia. There were shops and trees all covered with snow. With the sky turning into a beautiful midnight blue it was easy to notice the stars started appearing. Not too long after what seemed like a multitude of tiny lights slowly started trickling into the sky. About as big as a human thumb, you could compare them to the stars above, though they were probably a lot easier to reach. 

Wendy noticed Chelia looking up at them in wonder. "I've always wondered what those were every time i've visited."

"They're called Hikari, they came out after the sun sets during winter. You can only find them in Magnolia."

They were so close, floating all around, so easy to grab and Chelia then reached out to do just that. Once she's got hold of it, it slipped through her fingers and flew into the sky. Wendy couldn't help but smile watching Chelia make the same mistake she made during her first winters in Magnolia "Sorry Chelia, but these little guys don't like being touched" 

The pink-haired girl pouted, "So they don't love me? Too bad I'm quite a catch! Oh, don't worry you're a catch to Wendy."

It's when Chelia slowly slipes her hand into Wendy's that said girl remembers why she was so stressed about this "date".

She pulled away and took a step back. "Wendy are you okay?" Chelia seems worried now. Probably thinking she did something wrong. Did she? Is it her fault Wendy confused? 

No, it's not her fault, Wendy the one with the crush. But still, how much longer...........will she have to wait for someone else to say something.     

She likes Chelia, god she really does. What Wendy doesn’t like is this back and forth, this can they will they. She can’t spend forever waiting for Chelia to take the first step and shouldn't this be it? 

"Chelia...." 

But it doesn't feel like it. Not without her saying something. Wendy’s a confident person, she’s faced way worse than the cute girl urging her to continue.

  “I mean, Chelia.....do you...?”    She needs to know how Chelia feels. No, she wants to know. By the off chance, Chelia doesn’t like Wendy back that's, that’s fine! Sure it would hurt, but they’ll move past it. Chelia would understand! That’s one of the reasons why Wendy likes her in the first place.    “Is this....is this....” 

But what if she doesn't-

Who cares about what if’s.

“Is this a date? Because I want it to be one.” 

  Chelia doesn’t look away from Wendy, she doesn’t stop smiling either.    Taking that as a sign to continue, “It’s just when you ask me to come with you I wasn’t sure if it was. Since you did it so casually I thought this was just us being friends" She no longer watching Chelia's reaction ending her ramble by studying her hands.

“So I wanted to know if this was a date, I want to know if you really did like me like that.”    There was a long pause before Chelia answered, Wendy still wasn't looking at her.

I wonder if she's still smiling.   “I really should have brought flowers or something?” Wendy's eyes flickered back to the other girl's face.   “I’m sorry Wendy, I should have thought of something more romantic than a coffee shop and a walk in the snow." Now Chelia was the one blushing. Wendy couldn't help but notice how she really does like a red rose.

"I was just in such a rush to find something to do since I found out we'd be coming to Magnolia. It was so sudden so at that point I didn't care what we did as long as it was with you." 

Well that confirms her feeling for Wendy.

Wendy didn't pull away when Chelia linked their hands together this time, listening to her actions instead of her words.

The two girls walked in silence for some time, admiring all the lights floating above them. At some point, they passed a flower shop with red, pink, purple and white roses on display. Chelia bends down and picked the purple one out of its pot.  Chelia handed Wendy the flower, "I'll try to remember that my girlfriend can be a bit oblivious at times."

"First of all, I am not. Second, the shop owner is coming up to us and he looks pretty mad that you just ripped out one of his flowers"