#That and her snowball cookies. My brother and I fight over those

[welcome-to-green-hills]

You just reminded me of my love for cheesecakes. I should eat them more often! CHEESECAAKKESSS...

❤️🥹❤️ Awww! Cheesecake is love, cheesecake is life❤️🥹❤️

I’m biased as hell when I say that my mom makes the best cheesecake on the planet. She makes her cake key lime flavored (Florida, y’all. Can’t escape it) and puts pretzel crumbles on top of it.

Sometimes I daydream about that stupid cheesecake. She only makes it on a special occasion. I can’t make up anymore holidays for her to make more😭

[azsazz]

A Snowy Starfall

Daddy!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anon Req: Batbabies waging their OWN snowball fight imitating their dad & uncles. Some take it too seriously, others don't take it seriously at all, it's pure chaos that ends in cocoa.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,003

Notes: Happy Holidays my loves 💙

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“Come on, you three,” you tut towards your mate and his friends. They’re standing before the large glass windows overlooking your backyard. The sun casts deep oranges and reds across the snow-ridden land, your children shrieking as they play in the snow. A valiant snowball fight is running its course, and Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand stand, faces pressed to the windows as they watch, quietly cheering their children on. “They’re going to notice you staring.”

“Maybe they already have,” Feyre adds from her spot at your kitchen counter. She’s concentrating intently on decorating a cookie, adding swirls of black icing to the gingerbread woman’s hand, creeping up her extended arm. The cookie’s dress is provocative, bare dough legs showing between slats of laced icing. She hardly glances up as she continues, “They’re probably imitating them as we speak.”

Curious, you peek out the window, too. Indeed, Wren and Baz have built a fortress in the snow to protect themselves from the onslaught of snowballs being thrown their way. Gideon and Nyx have joined forces against the two brothers, the latter packing the fluffy snow into tight, white balls, while Gideon launches their ammo towards your sons.

Your eldest daughter, Zuzu, and Nyx’s younger sister, Asteria, had joined the competition early on. They’d been a formidable team too, but grew bored of their brothers and cousin who were taking the snowball fight a little too seriously. Now, they are in the snow with little Castor, who had cried until she’d been let outside by her protective father, bundled up in so many clothes her wings nearly disappeared into the fabric. The girls are making snow angels, though Castor’s looks very much like a circle on the lawn.

Dark streaks dart behind the wall your sons have built and you frown, watching as Baz’s shadows help roll clumps of snow closer, creating perfectly circular snowballs. From what you’d heard from your husband’s friends, using shadows was against any and all snowball fight rules.

You cut Azriel a glance but he’s conveniently occupied, watching the game outside.

“Well, at least they’re both on the same team,” you comment to your mate, who refuses to let his gaze stray from the little boys. Good, he can watch them while he does the dishes then, since there’s a window above the sink. You pat him on the ass, nodding towards the mess of dishes in the sink. He nods in response, loping quickly over to peer out the window again. “So they’ll either both lose or both win.”

“They’ll both win,” Az responds immediately, a quick but pointed look your way. “They do take after me.”

Cassian scoffs behind you and you turn to see a scowling Nesta shooting him a look as he tries to steal a cookie. Jax giggles in her lap at his uncle's antics, but when Cassian hands him part of the cookie and its head falls off, Jax’s smile wobbles. He’s not outside due to the nature of his powers. As an empath, sensing the competitive nature of his siblings and the sting of a snowball to the face, it had been in his best interest to be inside around the luscious scents of cookies and warmth, instead of out in the bitter snow.

Nesta coos, bouncing him, and Cassian is thankful for the distraction, slipping further down the counter to where the High Lord sits, trying—and failing—to gain his mate's attention. The commander slips an arm around Rhys’ shoulders and glares at the back of Azriel’s head, continuing his complaining. “The only reason you’ve won so many is because of those damn shadows, Az.”

Azriel throws over his shoulder, wincing as Baz takes a snowball to the face, his face going red with fury. “How was I supposed to know they were unaffected by the magic restrictions?” he claims, sending said shadows out into the yard once he sees Baz’s slipping through the snow, headed for the icicles hanging off the railings of the porch. His intercept his sons in a display of authority, spearing them into blackened mist. Baz glances up to the window, locking eyes with his father, who wears a look of warning on his face, brow raised. Azriel watches his son visibly huff and take his anger out on the snow, building a ball and launching it across the playing field in frustration.

His gaze cuts across the yard, narrowing his eyes. Gideon and Nyx are crouched low behind their own pile of snow, looking like they’re scheming. He wants to trail his shadows in their direction, listen in on their conversation, but he’s alerted to Malos’ whines from the other room. If one of his youngest is awake, they either both are, or will be soon.

“Malos is up,” Az tells you softly, shutting off the water to the sink. He wipes his hands on a towel and kisses you gently on the cheek. You’re mixing color into icing for the cookies, getting ready for when it’s too dark out for the children to play. They’ll get all cleaned up and have some hot chocolate to warm their bellies, and you, Feyre, and Nesta have baked cookies for all of the children to decorate. “I’ll get them.”

“I’ll join,” Cassian answers, stealing another cookie off of a platter. He dunks it into your icing to the neck, the cookie dripping with sugary goodness as he lifts it to his mouth, shoving it inside. He ducks under your glare. “Gotta go get my baby.”

Cassian and Nesta’s youngest daughter, Sif, had been put down for a nap with both Knox and Malos. She’s still a little too young to be outside without supervision, and the eldest children of the Inner Circle demanded time outside without their parents, probably because they knew their fathers would try and take over their snowball fight had they been outside. They didn’t want any tips or tricks, not even your children, even with Azriel’s hundred of wins beneath his belt.

Jax climbs from Nesta’s lap over Rhys who lets out a harsh exhale when his knee lands a little too close to his private area, and then over to Feyre, who finally sets her cookie down to scoop your middle son in her arms.

“Pretty,” Jax comments, pointing at her decorative cookie. It looks just like her, and there’s one next to it that looks a little like Rhysand. Purple dots for eyes stare up at him. “Uncle Rhysie?”

“Good job, Jax,” Feyre coos, pressing kisses to his cheeks. They pink with a blush and he settles into her arms, looking utterly at bliss. He revels in the warmth of her emotions, the pride surging through her. It feels like warm bubbles in his chest, and he noses at her collar.

“Look who’s ready to party,” Azriel announces, entering the room, arms full with your two youngest children, Malos and Knox. Knox still looks a little sleepy, head resting against Azriel’s shoulder, cuddling into his warmth. His tiny wings are droopy with sleep, and his twin sister, Malos, is already reaching for the cookies. 

Nesta is quick to scoop her away from Azriel. She claims not to have a favorite niece, but Malos and her have an understanding. You see more of Nesta in Malos’ personality than any of the children of the Inner Circle, and you’re extremely happy that they have such a close connection. 

“Hi baby,” you greet Knox, who is signing mommy to you. You ease him out of Azriel’s arms, who promptly returns to his position in front of the window, pressing exaggerated kisses to his chubby cheeks. It makes him smile wide, flaring those wings that he hasn’t quite figured out how to control. “Are you ready for some yummy cookies?”

His dark eyes light with excitement. Of course your children are ready for sweets, they always are. They picked that up from Azriel, who has the biggest sweet tooth you’ve ever seen.

Cassian reenters the room with his daughter in his arms and Rhys pouts. Almost everyone in the room is preoccupied with a child in their arms, except for him. Maybe he can convince Feyre to have one more. The youngest children in the family are two now and he misses having a tiny babe around.

By the heated look in her eyes, his mate seems to be considering the same, sneaking past those shadowy walls in his mind to catch a glimpse of his thoughts. The High Lord smirks. He sends her over some imagery to go with his thoughts, and her cheeks go red. That hot look turns into one of warning, and she’s speaking out loud now, “Why don’t you call the children inside so they can get warmed up and decorate some cookies?”

“Of course, darling,” Rhys sweeps from his seat in a wisp of darkness. 

Breaking a cookie in half, you give part of it to Knox, who signs thank you, munching on the sweet. The other half is passed to Malos as you head towards where your mate is finishing up the dishes, leaning against him for a moment, reveling in all of your family happily together.

“I love you,” Azriel murmurs into your hair, leaning over to sneak a bite of Knox’s cookie. Your son stares up at his father with wide eyes, and like this, he looks just like Az. It makes your heart warm, and Jax squeals in happiness in response, your happiness radiating to him. It makes your grin wider, peeking over your shoulder to see him so content in his aunt's arms. 

“I love you too, Az,” you whisper back to him, resting your forehead against his. 

It’s a nice moment, until the children from outside are wrangled through the door by Rhys. The boys are arguing about who has won their snowball fight, while the girls are peeling away their winter gear, excited to decorate cookies with icing and sprinkles and the edible petals Elain had given you before her trip to the Summer Court with Lucien. 

“Now, now, boys,” Rhys starts, but the diplomatic tone he’s using does nothing to deter the cousins from arguing. “I’m sure we can come to a consensus without yelling and acquiescing.”

“But Baz used his shadows,” Nyx complains, wringing his gloves between his hands in frustration. “We all saw it.”

“Nyxie, don’t be mean to Baz,” Wren counters, brows furrowed. He doesn’t like it when his family argues, especially over trivial things. His heart is so kind. “You can win the snowball fight if you want, but Baz and I are gonna win the cookie decorating contest, right Bazzy?”

“No,” Baz says flatly, dropping his gear onto the floor. You give him a look but he almost seems un-bothered by it, done with the debate his cousins are currently having. “We won the snowball fight and we’re going to win the cookie decorating contest.” 

You share a look with your mate, watching the scene unfold. Baz is quite the Stubborn Suriel, no matter what it comes to.

“Dad,” Nyx groans, “Can’t you do something?”

Cassian is the one who comes to the rescue, Castor reaching up at him for her sister. He helps the little one down and the older one with her undressing, peeling her thermals off layer by layer. “It’s not about who won, right boys? It’s about spending time and having fun with the ones you love.”

Feyre, Nesta, and yourself awe at his words, but Azriel and Rhysand are rolling their eyes and muttering under their breath at Cassian’s cheesy words. 

“What a kiss ass.”

“Smug fucker.”

“Azriel,” you hiss, turning your body away from him, like that will hide Knox from his vulgar words. “Language.” 

He winces, “Sorry love.” 

It’s your turn to roll your eyes now, bouncing Knox in your arms a little as you turn fully from your mate. You poke Knox’s belly playfully before addressing the rest of the room. “How about those cookies, then? They won’t decorate themselves!”

[malboraslihan]

@greatundoings  send  a  📸  to  see  four pictures  that  my  muse  has  taken  of  your  muse / milo and isla

i  know  you  didn't  send  for  them  and  that  they're  not  a  ship  or  whatever  BUT  i  was  going  through  her  instagram  and  the  baby  picture  .  .  .  i  had  to  do  it  .  alright  so  :  1  .  maddie  giving  milo  one  of  those  children  toys  that  work  as  cameras  and  the  image  is  shitty  and  has  no  quality  at  all  but  maddie  would  go  through  them  all  and  keep  every  single  one  of  the  pictures  she  could  make  some  sense  out  of  .  and  genuinely  ,  there  would  be  so  many  of  isla  in  there  .  he's  just  her  biggest  fan  ,  every  since  he  was  a  little  kid  ,  so  everything  she  did  was  just  so  cool  that  he  had  to  be  there  with  his  ridiculous  little  camera  snapping  shots  .  just  them  having  snacks  and  isla  puts  two  cookies  together  and  he  thinks  that's  so  smart  and  he  needs  to  remember  that  forever  so  it's  a  picture  .  and  i  know  he  has  those  printed  and  stored  somewhere  ,  maddie's  doing  .  .  .  cause  she'd  want  him  to  keep  them  and  he  definitely  would  cherish  them  dearly  .  2  .  taken  in  aspen  ,  cause  that's  where  most  of  their  good  memories  are  from  as  well  .  from  when  he  first  learned  to  walk  and  isla  and  jaxon  helped  him  into  his  skates  to  taking  their  significant  others  to  maxon's  cabin  for  the  holidays  to  spend  some  time  with  the  family  .  all  the  snowball  fights  ,  being  so  happy  they're  both  finally  drunk  enough  to  drink  maddie's  spiked  eggnog  ,  staying  late  to  hear  jaxon  sneaking  their  presents  onto  the  tree  and  jumping  into  maxon's  bed  first  thing  in  the  morning  because  they're  both  too  eager  to  open  their  gifts  .  3  .  milo  says  it's  very  important  to  mention  before  there  was  theo  working  as  her  personal  photographer  ,  there  was  him  .  isla  making  him  take  pictures  of  her  in  cute  little  outfits  or  when  they  were  traveling  and  ,  of  course  ,  his  young  brother  ass  would  be  complaining  a  little  before  taking  as  many  pictures  as  she  wanted  because  he  knows  she  likes  them  and  she'd  be  sad  if  he  didn't  .  and  to  this  day  ,  he  probably  knows  her  favorite  angles  and  knows  exactly  when  someone  stupid  took  her  picture  instead  cause  it  looks  terrible  .  he  will  never  tell  her  but  he's  kinda  jealous  when  she  asks  theo  to  do  them  instead  cause  he  thinks  he  was  so  good  at  them  🥹  4  .  gonna  get  .  .  .  a  little  depressing  here  .  .  .  and  say  that's  one  of  their  first  dinners  after  isla  has  moved  out  .  probably  at  his  new  house  ,  him  inviting  her  over  before  anyone  else  (except  for  nik,  cause  yk)  and  just  having  a  movie  night  with  her  ,  paying  so  much  attention  to  everything  she  looks  at  and  how  she  reacts  to  the  way  he's  put  everything  together  cause  her  opinion  matters  most  to  him  and  always  will  .  maybe  that's  when  they  finally  talk  about  the  elephant  in  the  room  and  how  he  was  so  heartbroken  about  her  leaving  ,  even  if  he's  so  happy  for  her  and  theo  .  just  two  silly  gremlins  crying  on  the  floor  of  his  new  living  room  ,  getting  drunk  on  all  the  wine  he  bought  and  stuffing  their  faces  with  the  crazy  amount  of  food  they  ordered  ,  the  movie  long  forgotten  on  the  screen  . 

[indecisive-dizzy]

Have some wholesome winter/holiday headcanons for the wh neighbors + Daisey cause I’m in a holiday mood thanks to the update

Eddie is excited about Homewarming and stays with his neighbors the whole day no he didn’t stay all alone with a single pea nooooooo he’s happy and hanging out with his friends :,))))

Howdy’s family seem so nice I’m so sad I made them bad people in my au :,( I think they helped Howdy decorate the bodega and celebrated with the other neighbors

Daisey totally wears fluffy earmuffs that have flowers painted on them

Julie’s hair being blue at the Homewarming party makes me so happy, like look at her she’s having fun! I imagine she used Wally’s paint to paint her hair and she struggled to wash it off later that week

You cannot convince me Barnaby doesn’t start a snowball fight the first chance he gets. He aims for Frank each time

Daisey helps Eddie wrap his gifts (except theirs because that’d ruin the surprise)

Sally somehow stays on the tree the entire time besides the party. She’s a shining star and she throws glitter up in the sky like they were sparkly snowflakes

Daisey tried the cigarettes Howdy advertised but coughed really badly so they were cut out of the commercial :,)

Poppy baked holiday cookies and Eddie helps deliver them to the other neighbors as a gift

They wear silly hats. Frank complains for a second but everyone wears them the entire day

Daisey and Wally had a staring contest. Wally won lmao

This is the only time of year Daisey doesn’t mind Barnaby’s pranks. They even prank him back occasionally

Daisey totally has a mistletoe on a hook and uses it to try to get Eddie and Frank under it

Frank and Howdy doing literally anything together during the holidays, I love they

:3

Yes Eddie Most Definitely was Not Alone on Homewarming :') Nope! Frank and Julie dragged him out the Post Office for some Winter Festivities and Hot Cocoa! … ... This copium hits hard man

Howdy's family is a riot! Hoo boy when I saw his brother-in-law was a Bee I screamed. Now I just imagine Howdy and his sister just Spiderman Meme pointing at each other "A bee!? We both love bees!?" in reference to my oc, Valerie lol (Latter's just off to side weeping into his poetry,, so alone, someone give that bug a hug) Love the idea of them helping decorate and spending the holiday with the whole neighborhood! It must be exhausting for Howdy,,,

Don't worry I'm sure Frank helps Julie wash the color out of her hair <3

Barnaby piles snow to make a wall between his and Frank's house, where he then camps out in order to catch Frank by surprise when they step outside. He fell asleep before he could lol but got them later while Frank was distracted by Sally throwing glitter on everyone

Poppy makes so much food I wouldn't be surprised if she got overwhelmed by it all and the neighbors had to take a lot of food home after the Homewarming Party. And Eddie delivering cookies for her is so sweet <3

Dude I love silly holiday hats! I just imagine those who already wear hats just wearing their usual hat under the silly one! Like Eddie wears his silly hat on top of his mail hat and forgets it's there lol

Wally is the king of staring contests, second place is Home but only because there was a strong breeze. @:]

Mistletoe hook, my beloved <3

Frank and Howdy would argue over what to do <3 So much so Arguing becomes the activity and they end up debating on nonsense, literally. They had fun lol

[hellogoodbye14]

Solstice - Inner Circle/ Valkyries

Warning ⚠️: Cuteness alert. All things wingspans and snowball fights. Feysand and Nyx fluff/ chaotic inner circle and valkyrie grouping.

Side Note: Sorry this came out so late, its been a rough week but Im so happy with this one and oh Feysand Mafia next!

Rhys had woken up just before the crack of dawn and pecked a sleepy Feyre with several kisses. Feyre had laughed and watched her mate get dressed in his winter leathers in record time. Her mate looked excited for this years snowball fight, apparently it was the year where he would decimate his brothers. He had a whole plan worked out. A plan that he had worked on for a year, no seriously, the man had a whole section of his office dedicated to this “plan”.

Rhys looked gleeful, saying he would finally have Az kneel in surrender because Azriel would for the first time in over 500 years be absolutely distracted and exhausted. This was Rhys’s chance at payback for the awful beating Az gave him two solstices back when he mated Feyre.

Now normally Feyre would disagree with her mate about the Shadowsinger ever being distracted but she had seen the looks shared between the Shadowsinger and the Valkyrie last night and Rhys was right, Azriel was going to face hell today.

Rhys moved towards the basinet and gave a slumbering Nyx a soft kiss. Just then, an impatient knock sounded at the door. Rhys opened it to find Cassian standing and tying his hair with an elastic band.

“You ready?”

“Ready to win? Yes.”

Cassian scoffed, “In your dreams brother. Now lets drag that doofus out.”

Feyre rolled her eyes at the pair from the bed, “You know you guys could just let him enjoy this time with his mate and do your snowball fight later?”

Rhys looked at her as if she had grown out two heads, Cassian let out a gasp.

“Delay. DELAY our snowball fight?!”

“Shh!! Nyx is sleeping Cass”, said Rhys.

Feyre glared and whispered screamed at Cass, “Cass use your freaking inner voice because I swear to Cauldron if you wake my child up, I will kill you.”

Cassian lowered his voice because he wasn’t dumb enough to mess with his high lady’s threat especially when she was sleep deprived.

“Well Rhys and I didn’t get any exemptions neither should Az. Besides, I have a plan.”

“Of course you do”, muttered Feyre as she shook her head.

“Azriels going to be distracted about Gwyn, Rhys is going to be absolutely exhausted because of sleep deprivation courtesy of my ally Nyx.”

Rhys raised his eyebrow, “It’s not like you intentionally made Nyx keep us up during the nights.”

Cassian offered him a smug grin, “I don’t know, the sugar cookies I’ve given the little guy just before bedtime sure might have helped.”

“You son of a bitch!”, whispered yelled Rhysand.

“Seriously Cass? You didn’t think about me?”

“Sorry Feyre babe but you were collateral damage. I have to win this one.”

Rhys began pushing Cassian out the door until he stopped and gave Feyre an intrigued look, “How do you know they are mates though?”

“It’s obvious. You’d have to be blind not to see it and Rhys the other section of your office is dedicated to matchmaking plans for those two. You literally named the file.”

Rhys’s eyes widened, “I have no idea what you’re on about.”

“Umm hmm, don’t think I don’t know why you insisted on making them partners for the new mission.”

“What was the files title?”, asked an amused Cass.

“Gwynriel Is Endgame Plan”, announced a snickering Feyre.

Cassian chuckled and a blushing Rhys simply shrugged, “What.. they’re cute okay. I ship it.”

“We all do, now lets go drag him out.”

Feyre went back to bed but she could hear Rhys and Cassian banging on Azriels door down the hallway and yelling at him to get out.

Azriels groaning voice sounded through the hall alongside his feet being dragged along the wooden floor by his two brothers.

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Feyre couldn’t help but share an amused smirk with her sister as a dishevelled looking Gwyn came down the staircase.

“Rough night Gwyneth dear?”, said Nesta wiggling her eyebrows.

Gwyn gave her bestfriend an exasperated look as she said hello to everyone at the table. Amren waved back as she ate her cereal, Emerie snickered before digging into her eggs again.

“It’s too early in the morning for this Nesta”, said Gwyn as she made a grab for the coffee and sat besides Feyre who gave her a side hug in greeting.

“Where’s my favourite man?”

“Well he’s at the annual snowball fight of course.”

Gwyn rolled her eyes, “I meant Nyx, Ness. And also do they seriously have a snowball fight every year?”

“Yeap”, responded Feyre and Nesta.

“I’m pissed they didn’t invite me. I’d have loved to smash their faces.”

“Ooooh because they ruined your sexy time with a certain Shadowsinger?”

“Nesta”, Emerie warned and bumped her wing against the Valkyrie.

“Mor took Nyx with to get the…. well for shopping errands” said Feyre.

Amren snorted and went back to reading her newspaper.

Just then Mor came rushing in with a bouncing and giggling Nyx in her arms.

“I got them! I got them! Is she up?!”

“Took you long enough”, said an eager Nesta making a grab for the shopping bag and putting out the condiments.

“It was cold and I wanted to make sure to wrap an extra layer on Nyx. Hey Gwyn, so happy you’re finally up.”

“Ummm… why?”

Feyre decided to approach the topic given that her sister and Mor had literally no tact this morning.

“We were hoping you could help us settle a hypothesis of sorts.”

“A hypothesis?”

“Yes. You see there’s a saying that an Illyrian males wingspan has a correlation with the size of another part of his anatomy.”

Gwyn raised an eyebrow, “What part?”

“His joystick in the land down under”, exclaimed an excited Mor.

“His Firehose”, added Nesta.

“His dingaling”, countered Mor and on and on it went between the two.

“His frank and beans.”

“His jackhammer.”

“Oooh ooh his trouser snake.”

“Stop oh my god! I think she gets it”, begged a pleading Emerie holding her head in her hands.

Gwyns eyes were wide in shock.

Feyre patted her on the back, “You see Azriel has the biggest wingspan so we would just like to see you confirm this certain hypothesis. It’s a science experiment really.”

Nesta and Mor eagerly nodded and Gwyn looked back at the High Lady who had an imploring look on her face, “Oh don’t use that look on me! You’re the worst of them all Feyre.”

Feyre simply smirked and shrugged as everyone laughed. Nyx reached for Feyre and she placed him in her lap and gave him a kiss.

Gwyn however choked on her coffee as she finally spotted the items Mor had brought and Nesta had placed on the table.

Lined up was a variety of food items. A cucumber, a banana, an ecclair, an eggplant, a hot dog, a corn on the cob and a baguette.

Gwyn looked at everyone and Emerie simply raised her hands as if to say she had nothing to do with this.

“Okay so point to the item that is most similar. You can point to two different ones to kind of imply the length and the girth” said an excited Nesta who was practically bouncing in her seat.

“Are you guys crazy?!”

“Its for science!”, all three of the ladies yelled.

“Schieeenceee”, repeated a babbling Nyx from Feyre’s seat.

Everyone laughed and the toddler basked in the attention and clapped his hands. He looked up at Feyre and she felt him give her a questioning brush against her mind, he then asked “Da da?”

She smiled, Nyx was very attached to Rhys just as Rhys was very attached to Nyx. The two couldn’t stay apart for a long period of time so Nyx was often found at Rhys’s office, or at important meetings. She brushed a hand over his dark hair and offered a reassuring brush of her mind against his. “He’s not at home sweety, but he will be soon.”

Nyx smiled up at her and settled against her playing with the ring on her hand.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this”, said a groaning Gwyn to a pleading Nesta who had not stopped pestering her.

Just as Gwyn was about to point at the items, Nyx suddenly disappeared from Feyre’s arms.

“Nyx not again!”

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“Son of a bitch Cass!”, yelled out a swearing Azriel from behind his fort.

Rhys couldn’t blame him, Cassian was set on killing them both today. Honest to god, his throws today were even more accurate than his spear throws in battle. So basically a 110% accuracy.

Rhys gathered a snowball in his hands and while Cassian was busy attacking Azriel, he threw the ball aimed at the back of Cassians head. Rhys put out his entire weight into the throw, and heard the whistle of the ball as it smashed into its target.

“Fucking ow!”, exclaimed Cassian rubbing the back of his head.

Azriel wasted no opportunity, he swung the snowball from one side at Cass whereas Rhys threw his from the other side. Cassian staggered backwards under the assault, trying to find his way back to the safety of his fort.

“My eyes! I’m blind!”

“You’re so dramatic”, yelled out an amused Azriel.

“Oh yeah? Come out here away from your hiding spot and see how it is!”

Rhys was just about to throw his next attack on an unsuspecting Azriel when he heard a soft angelic voice from the middle of the field.

“Da da?”

It couldn’t be. Surely not.

His son couldn’t have winnowed all the way here. He winnowed, but only on estate grounds premises, this however was way too far from his usual winnowing perimeters. Up until now, his budding powers only allowed winnowing to that distance.

Were his brothers laying a trap on him? Rhys peeked over his fort and sure enough there was his son sitting on the snow covered field patting the ground with his chubby little glove covered hands.

Rhys ran out of his fort towards Nyx and yelled out at Cass and Az not to throw anything. Nyx exclaimed out a “Da!” and started crawling towards his jogging father.

Cass and Azriel peeked over their forts and looked at one another suspiciously.

“It’s not a trap is it?”, asked Cassian.

“Surely he wouldn’t use Nyx as a trap. Would he?”

“Well I did.”

“Yeah but thats because you’re an ass.”

“Hey! That hurt.”

“Am I wrong?”

“No but still!”

Rhys picked up his son and made sure he was covered enough for the cold weather. Feyre’s frantic call came to him a second later,

Rhys, Nyx winnowed again but he’s nowhere on the estate grounds!

He’s with me

What?!

Yeah he winnowed in the field.

He’s going to give me a heart attack one day.

Rhys chuckled and offered her a reassuring brush of his mind.

Is he warm enough?

Yes love, I’ll look after him.

What about your snowball fight?

Well looks like Nyx is joining in this year.

Good god.

“What’s going on?”, asked Azriel from behind his fort.

“Nyx winnowed into the field.”

“You’re not using him as a trap are you?”

Rhys gave his general an exasperated look, Nyx looked at his father and then mirrored the same look towards his uncle Cass.

“What?… stranger things have happened.”

Rhys shook his head as the two made their way over the field. Nyx giggled at the snowfall and Rhys used night kissed air to form a tiny snow tornado in his free hand. Nyx touched it and giggled at the ticklish feeling of it.

“Alright buddy, how about you make your own snow angel?”

Rhys carefully layed Nyx down and moved his arms and legs to make a snowangel. Nyx babbled and laughed the entire time.

Azriel and Cassian finally made their way over and layed down next to Nyx to make their own snow angels on either sides of him. Rhys laughed at the final image of the snowangels, well three snowangels with bat like wings.

As Cass and Azriel got up, just for the sake of revenge, Cassian quickly made a snowball and threw it in Azriels face.

“God da-“, Azriel stopped himself from swearing near Nyx and glared at a smug Cassian.

Rhys picked up an amused Nyx and let him stand. Nyx bent down to grab snow and made a ball just like Cassian did.

He held up the ball and showed it to Rhys.

“Shnoow da da!”.

“Yes snow buddy.”

Just as Rhys finished, Nyx threw the ball in his fathers face. Right in his right eye.

Cassian hollered laughing, he laughed so hard he fell back into the snow. Azriel barked out a short laugh and gave Nyx a high five.

“Good job my man!”

And so four forts were made in close vicinity and Azriel, Cassian and Rhys playfully hid behind them as Nyx threw his snowballs at them. They threw light small ones in return and Nyx laughed every time.

The boys were super dramatic each time they let Nyx aim a throw at them. They grabbed their hearts and fell to the ground, they let out loud “oomph you got me bad Nyxy”, they ran towards the hiding spots begging for his mercy. Surprisingly the most dramatic of all was Azriel who gasped and fell to the ground in slow motion as Nyx threw a snowball at his knees.

“Nyx oh no!!”

Nyx laughed and ran towards his fallen Uncle Azriel to hug him.

“Unci Ashhh okay?”

Azriel ruffled his nephews hair, “Yes buddy, thanks for checking.”

Cassian snickered and bumped his wing against Rhys, “certainly shows more sportsmanship spirit than you.”

Rhys smiled at his son and Cass could have sworn he saw his brothers eyes glassy, eyes filled with absolute joy.

Taglist: @imsointobooks @huntress-f @kylevalenti

[riddleblack246]

For @scoobydean and @destielsecretsanta2020

“This could be nice for Jack.”

“’My First Christmas’. Cas, this is meant for babies.”

“It’s still his first Christmas with us.”

“That mean we should get one for you too?”

“If you’d like.”

Read below for some Team Free Will 3.0 holiday head canons~!

After everything goes down with Jack makes use of his new abilities, Sam and Dean are much more willing to fight to keep him with them. He initially wonders if it is because he’s “useful” to them now. The brothers promptly inform him that no, it’s because this is the first time where they can all feel safe enough to take a breath. Sure, they’re still hunters. But after everything they’ve been through, they all deserve a chance to enjoy life without constantly looking over their shoulders. And so Jack stays.

As promised, he brought back those that were loved and lost. Obviously everyone is relieved and thankful, but that is most clearly seen in the return of Eileen and Castiel. Sam and Eileen are quick to pick up where they left off. Castiel, however, is a bit more hesitant. He didn’t expect to ever see Dean again. He truly thought he wouldn’t have to know Dean’s feelings and when he confessed, he felt he could live with that. But now he’s suddenly back in this world, aware of his existence and the knowledge that he told the man he’d been in love with for over a decade how he felt. But Dean doesn’t allow him to panic for long. Enveloping Cas in his arms, he’s squeezing the angel’s vessel so tightly that he can barely get out the words. Nonetheless, he does and finally returns the sentiment that Castiel never expected to hear.

“I love you too, Cas.”

And now to dig into holiday centric joys!

By the time Christmas rolls around, the bunker’s primary couples have developed a sense of routine. Eileen has finally moved in and Dean and Castiel have eased into a comfortable romantic domesticity. And for the first time in a while, there are no hunts to investigate or major threats to take on, and the Winchesters found themselves able to celebrate the holidays in a way that they hadn’t had a chance to in some time (save for the Mrs. Butters stint).

On the first of December, Dean sits down in the library and begins to make a list, trying to figure out exactly what was expected of a traditional Christmas. When Sam catches him, he expects scoffs of disagreement or just bored indifference. Instead, he supplies the idea of inviting some people to the bunker.

“What, Sammy? You want to throw a Christmas rager?” (The statement does earn him an eye roll)

“No. I just thought it might be nice. See everyone together.”

Neither of them explicitly say why it would be nice, but they know the relief that would come with seeing each person they never expected to see again. Dean tasks his brother with making a guest list and sending out an e-mail to those on it (because Dean draws the line at trying to make actual invitations).

The response is overwhelmingly positive and soon enough, they’re fielding constant texts from Garth, asking if it would be okay to bring his kids, and e-mails from Donna, offering to bake a multitude of requested holiday treats. 

Amidst holiday planning, the group allows themselves to give into expectations of the season. Jack and Castiel are largely in the dark of what is or isn’t part of the holidays and while Dean, Sam, and Eileen aren’t the most immersed, they do have an idea of what is to be done and are admittedly eager to dive in.

One of the first things on Dean’s list is to decorate a tree. He even insists on cutting one down himself, as aside from various times he had to cut and sharpen his own stakes, it’s something he’s never had a chance to do. Sam, reluctant to join him, tells his brother to have fun. In the spirit of “giving”, Dean bring Cas and Jack along, assuring Sam and Eileen that they’ll “be a while ;)”. They return some hours later with a tree that rivals the Rockefeller Center and relief in the fact that they have two celestial beings to transport something of that size. Decorating it is another story.

After digging through the bunker and finding that, no, the Men of Letters did not hoard Christmas ornaments or wreaths or any such things among their piles of artifacts and cursed objects, the groups decides to get a little shopping done. They initially hit a big box store for a bunch of basics - lights, tinsel, various colored balls (Dean makes several jokes about this), but as the month goes on, all of them are guilty of picking up random items to decorate with while out.

Eileen delightedly shows her boys a Christmas pyramid she bought and is quick to tell Jack that he can’t light it whenever he wants, as forgetting about it could result in burning down the bunker.

Sam buys all of them advent calendars, each dedicated specifically to every member of the bunker. Dean doesn’t comment on Sam’s shift toward the holiday spirit, not only because he’s happy that his brother has allowed himself to be more joyfully invested in things, but also because every day for the month he gets to appreciate a new and weird specialty bottle of hot sauce. Sam’s own contains different types of tea, Eileen’s has jam, Jack’s has little LEGO figures, and Castiel’s has coffee.

Jack nearly gives Dean a heart attack one morning when the man wakes up to find a nutcracker as tall as he is in the crow’s nest. Jack tells him all about finding it in a shop he and Castiel passed when getting supplies and insisting that it was a perfect thing to have for the bunker. Dean looks to Castiel and knows the angel would have been too soft to say no. Then again, he knows he would have been just as guilty.

Castiel begins buying ornaments for people in the bunker. Even with Dean teasing him about it, he does buy a “my first Christmas” ornament and puts a photo of Jack inside that Eileen helped him print out. He finds that he is particularly fond of ornaments that contain photos and begins to buy ones for that explicit purpose.

Dean doesn’t necessarily have a type of decoration that he finds himself buying outside of what they have, but he is fond of the lights. He usually insists they stay on as long as allotted, urging whoever is the last to go to bed to turn them off (though it’s usually himself).

When it does snow, Dean is eventually irritable about it with Sam and Eileen in a similar boat, though to a lesser degree. Shoveling snow out of the way of the bunker’s entrance is a pain in the ass and none of them love the chore of getting treads on their respective tires. But seeing Jack’s fascination with it - and realizing that it’s his first time encountering snow, they find themselves softening.

After getting help in clearing access to the bunker, the group spends much of the day outside. There is an unspoken agreement that they want Jack to experience all the great enjoyments of snow and it honestly brings out the kid in them too. They build a mediocre snowman (Sam takes the heat for his poor artistic skills), make snow angels (the jokes about Castiel doing so get old within five minutes), have a snowball fight (Eileen is fucking ruthless and not above putting snow down jackets), and creating makeshift sleds to race. The sledding is what ultimately makes them go back inside. Garbage can lids are hard to steer and after Dean eats it by running into a tree and loosing a tooth, even Cas fixing it doesn’t resolve the choice to go in. Nonetheless, the accident doesn’t stall the mood, as Dean insists on introducing Jack to one more awesome component of the Traditional Snow Day - the hot chocolate at the end. Said hot cocoa almost results in a fight when, after Dean makes enough for all of them, Castiel reluctantly admits that he doesn’t care for it, and Dean and Jack nearly come to childish blows over who gets his mug. Later that evening, Castiel makes sure to thank Dean privately for allowing Jack to have it. ;)

Now, when it comes to cooking, Dean likes to consider himself pretty well-versed. Baking is another story. The preciseness that’s required is what gets him. Sure, he can be meticulous, but he’s always been more of a “little of this, a bunch of that” kind of guy over exact measurements, which leaves a lot more room for error when it comes to baking. But after going on a “Gilmore Girls” binge with Castiel (the couple constantly debates the superior show of the former and “Dr. Sexy, M.D.”), he can’t help imagining a scene of tenderly showing Cas how to roll out dough and mussing some flour in his hair and watching the angel lick the spoon in a way that borders on pornographic. The day after watching, he’s searching for cookie recipes and telling Castiel to dig out some aprons.

As is the Winchester way, this expectation does not come to fruition. Cas, as he thought, didn’t know a thing about cooking or baking. But Dean pictured being able to guide him, to do all the romantic shit you see in Hallmark movies. Instead, the angel is complaining about not being able to just will the baked goods into existence, standing in the way when Dean needs to get any kind of ingredient, and getting flour on every fucking surface in the kitchen. Things reach a boiling point when Cas pulls the cookies out of the oven, sans oven mitts, and for a brief moment, Dean’s brain operates on a panic reflex and snatches the tray from his hands. The result is their hours of baking scattered all over the floor, a dented baking sheet, and second-degree burns on the hunter’s hands. He’s huffing and cursing and he fully expects Cas to scold him and point out the obvious fact that he’s an angel and such temperatures have no effect on him. But instead, he watched Castiel pulled his hands from the faucet (having immediately shoved them under there after he burned himself) and tenderly brushes his finger tips over the wounds. Dean feels the familiar sensation of healing flesh, something he hasn’t felt in a bit and he’s silent as Cas brings the newly healed skin to his lips and presses a kiss to his palms. The irritability baking had brought them is gone. Dean lets Cas wave the kitchen clean and they decide to just go out and buy Christmas cookies instead. Later that evening, Cas’ lips taste like ginger and Dean finds that the reality is way better than the fantasy.

They ultimately end up hosting the party that started their shift into the Christmas spirit a few days before the actual holiday. After all, they know most of their friends prefer flying over driving and it might be a lot to ask them to come out on the actual holiday. But their concerns of traffic and irritated guests soon fly out the window in the face of so many familiar… well, faces. Hugs never stop coming and despite everyone’s claim that gifts would not be necessary, everyone knows that’s bullshit and a pile beneath their ridiculous tree grows with every teasing comment and expression of happy holidays.

Speaking of the tree, Castiel is quite pleased with his holiday crafting and the other members of the bunker share that sentiment. Since the angel discovered the photo-insert ornaments, he had taken it upon himself to spend random periods during the month finding photographs of each important person in their lives that he could and putting them into such items. Everyone takes joy in searching for their own picture. Claire comments that he picked a terrible one of her, but Cas hears her quietly asking Dean if she could take it home with her, as it features her and Kaia pressed close in a hug. Charlie adores her’s and insists that she wants to make the same craft, but only if they do it together. Everyone quietly appreciates the ones made for those that aren’t present to appreciate them. Jack ensures that Mary’s ornament has prime placement. Eileen hugs Sam when she catches him looking at Kevin’s for a while. Dean makes a point to kiss Castiel privately after finding Bobby’s nestled among some tinsel. Everyone agrees that their the best decorations in the place.

Hunters and those that know them have never been known to operate on a normal schedule, so it is nearly three in the morning before the bunker clears out. Some have elected to drive home if the trip was relatively easy. Others have settled into the many spare rooms that the bunker holds. Once all the gifts have been opened, the eggnog’s been drunk, and everyone has eaten their weight in treats, only Dean and Cas remain in the quiet bunker. They sit together in the library, positioned on one of the many extended seats they’d brought out to fit their guests. The lights of the enormous tree are still on at Dean’s request and Castiel can’t help staring at the way the different colors still look so beautiful on him. He glances up at the other decorations strewn about. The bows, the poinsettias (Garth had brought something like ten of them), the holly, the- He spots a familiar item of decor. He’d seen Sam and Eileen equally position themselves under it in wait of their partner, always stopping them with the insistence that a kiss must be administered before they continue on their way about the bunker. Lazily, he nudges Dean and points to the archways between the crow’s nest and the hall that leads to the bedrooms.

“Is standing beneath that a requirement for kissing?”

Dean follows his finger and huff out a laugh. Even though they hadn’t been dating long, they’d been together for so many years that he knows the angel is teasing. He turns to meet his eyes, smiling at the way the lights almost change them from blue to a rainbow of color.

“What, you want to kiss under the mistletoe? Now?”

For a moment, it seems as if he’s considering the offer. But instead, he shakes his head and reaches a hand up to cup Dean’s cheek. He knows that he could have kiss Dean under there the same way Eileen and Sam do. But he knows they’re different. Dean is a lot of thing and as much as he would deny it, one of those things is private. Their relationship is simultaneously new and so so ingrained into their life. Affection was always something there, just beneath the surface. And while he had the thing he desired for so long, that doesn’t mean he feels the need to push Dean into a realm of affection that just isn’t fitting of who they are together. Leaning forward, he captures Dean’s lips in a kiss. He tastes like eggnog and candy cane.

Castiel understands all the more that happiness is in the being. And he no longer fears his joy. Because he can’t imagine being happier than holding Dean beneath these lights and knowing that they still have tomorrow and so many days to come. There is no better present than that.

[thewritingstar]

Falling Back to You

Pairing: Blossick (Blossom x Brick, Reds)

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls

Soft, sweet reds because I've been feeling angsty lately and needed a breather lol. Sorry to everyone who follows me for other fandoms, I promise Ill write more for FT (you can always leave asks lol)

Tag List: @over-under-through1 @shellielyzabeth (if you want to be on my tag list, you can find the post or dm me)

I hope you enjoy. This has been sitting in my drafts for a few months and decided to just finish it lol. 

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“I’m surprised you don’t have your hat on.” A voice came from behind him. But not just any voice. The moment the first word left those lips, the hair on his neck stood up and sent a familiar chill down his back. It was a voice that he knew well, could distinguish in a crowd of a thousand voices, it was the equivalent of his favorite song or the taste of the sweetest thing to melt in your mouth.

“Blossom.” He said under his breath but her super hearing picked it up.

She thought she was prepared to see him, after all its been two years. That’s enough time to heal, right? But she prayed that he didn’t hear the small gasp that escaped her lips as he turned. That crisp dark red suit fit him like a glove and she spotted him from a mile away in that signature color. He looked good in red.

“Hi.” She managed to say smoothly as he took a step towards her. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked with a reluctant tone. It was only the most important night of his life. The one where he would be promoted to the head of the department, the one he busted his ass off from the ground up. Not to mention an award for a case he worked on last year. 

She shrugged and bit her lip. “My boss is here and I have to write a report for him.” Then added. “And I wasn’t going to miss the achievement you have been talking about for literal years.” She said shyly. “I promised after all.” 

And she did. Back when they had dated all those years ago. Blossom was by his side as he worked from being an assistant at the law firm to one of the most promising lawyers, and now the highest ranked lawyer, but she missed the last part. Unfortunately. 

He studied his ass off and she did too, both of them determined to outshine anyone in their paths, maybe that why they chose different companies. They had traded their childhood rivalry for a path of lust and love, a simple competition would not be throwing them down that path. In fact their jobs were the reason they weren’t together.

“You remembered.” He said under his breath. She heard it, of course. 

She tapped her foot and looked around before giving a puzzling look. “Wheres Jasmine?” It pained her to ask. 

Jasmine. Oh yes, his girlfriend who couldn’t be bothered to celebrate to most important time of his career. Or rather, ex girlfriend, As of last night where he found her with another man. 

“Not my girlfriend.” He simply stated as she nodded before taking a sip of her drink. 

It must have been good if she brought it to her lips. Blossom loved a good cocktail but if it was hard liquor, she required top shelf, something he admired. He was like that too and was the reason she only drank the highest quality. 

“What about Tyson?” 

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Not my boyfriend.” She said bitterly and he didn’t know why he was happy about it. “Cheated on me for a blonde.” Her glass was on the verge of cracking before she smoothed out her dress. “Typical.” 

He hummed in agreement. There was a feeling of anger running through him as he thought about any man hurting Blossom, sure he hurt her too but nothing like that. No their fight was different, it was a fight about whats best for both of them. 

They had just under an hour before the cermony started. He didn’t want to bother being inside socailzing with a bunch of random people and he had a feeling she didn’t either. The wide open hallway was becoming stuffy and he could see a trio of men walking their way and knew Blossom would become the talking point. 

Before Brick could turn them the other way, the men were already there. 

“Brick.” The tall one spat. 

“Landon.” Brick matched his tone. What a dumb name he thought. 

Landon turned and did not bother to hide the fact that he was checking out Blossom. Of course he was. Even in her simple black cocktail dress that screamed sophistication, she was a walking dream. 

“And you are?” He gave her a smirk that could charm anyone, expcet for Blossom of course. 

Brick was pracitcally smiling as Blossom shook his hand. He knew she wouldn’t take his bait. 

“Blossom Utonium. Head of corrupt affairs at Duchess Law.” She started with what Brick likes to call her “Miss Business voice”. 

Landon smirked. “Duchess Law? Someones a smart cookie.” He winked. 

The other men behind him agreed and Blossom held her tounge. She hated being patronized or looked down on. He should be thanking the lucky stars that he’s even in her presence.

Brick could tell she was annoyed and wrapped his arm around her waist before looking at Landon. “She makes more money than all three of you combine and actally can win a case so show some repect.” He spat and he turned them around towards the back doors that led to the garden space. 

The feeling of having his arm around her sent a spark through her body. At first it felt foreign but the memories came rolling in waves as they walked.

“I could handle myself.” She stated and he hid his laugh.

“I know, but you won’t because of your repuation. I for one don’t care about mine that much.”

“Or maybe its because you still care.” She teased as she sat on the stone bench with him. 

He was about to response but his phone began to ring. He wanted to ignore it but Blossom probably would say something about it. 

“Its Butch.” He said before trying to put it back into his pocket. 

“You should anwser it. I’m sure he’s wanting to wish his brother well.”

He huffed and anwsered on the final ring. 

“Hello?”

“Hey quick question. Do you think that I would win in a fight against Thanos?” 

Brick only shook his head.

“Butch.”

“Its serious cause Buttercup doesn’t think so but I could take him for sure.” 

Blossom was holding a hand to her mouth as the guy kept going on about the stupid question. 

“Oh shit dude, tonights your night!”

“Yes it is now Imma hang up now.”

“Brick be nice.”

“Wait a minute bro. Is that Miss Blossom with you?”

“Yes because shes the only one who bothered to care.”

“Hey you’re the one who said not to come. Anyways tell her I said hi and that you two should totally get back together because you kept going on and on about how you missed her and leaving her was the worst choice you made-” The line cut dead and the phone was shoved in his pocket. 

“Hes stupid.” He mumbled and Blossom drank the rest of her drink. 

“Hes not wrong.”

He turned towards her and gazed silently. She was just as he remembered. Gorgeous and graceful and even without a word spoken, she could command a room. He admired her greatly and she felt the same. 

“Brick, can we just skip all of it?” She asked softly. 

“I’ve kinda been looking forward to my award.”

“No, not this.” She gestured to the building. “But this.” She pointed between them. 

“Skip what?”

“Oh I don’t know, the drama of it all? Because if we don’t confess now we are going to waste so much time running after each other and I-I dont want to waste time.” She looked down at her shoes. A sad sigh leaving her lips. “I just miss you.” 

The confession surprised him. They were both forward people who never beat around the bush but when it came to their feelings between them, they had always been shy. Boomer and Bubbles were easy to confess and even Butch and Buttercup seemed to have it together but for them, it felt impossible sometimes.

No matter where he turned, she was there. They had always crossed paths like star-crossed lovers and it was as if the universe was constantly pulling them together and they had tried. They really did. 

Perhaps the timing wasn’t enough or their pride had stood in the way. they never meant to fall apart the way they did but when the other side of the bed was empty, those walls they held up became transparent and it only took a mere few seconds to see what they had lost. 

But he understood what she meant. They both knew that if anything were to happen between them tonight it would start a snowball effect that everyone was tired of seeing. Over and over they would fall in line and build each other up before something came between them and pulled them apart. 

He wanted to get past all the hurdles of playing cat and mouse until on of them caved and said their feelings. But her saying she missed him wasn’t her caving, she was just tired and so was he.

They had been young when they had fallen in love. The rules of life tossing them into a sea of doubt but now they were adults who knew the game and could easily avoid anything in their paths, except each other. 

His hand slid over hers. “I missed you too.”

She smiled softly before her hand rested on his cheek. “I’m really proud of you Brick, you’ve come along way.” 

“I’m just happy you got to see it.” He whispered before his lips touched hers with a fire they both had missed. 

A swirl of fire and ice that only they knew. No matter how much life decided to pull them apart or change the course, he would always find himself coming back to her. 

The kiss didn’t last as long as he would have liked but seeing the faint blush on her cheeks made it all worth it. 

“What are you doing later?” He asked as he helped her up from the bench. 

“I was going to get take out and sit in my hotel room watching movies.” 

Brick leaned over to fix the bow in her hair, taking the time to have her close. “I don’t suppose you would accept any company?” He winked before kissing the back of her hand and handing her the red purse.

“I think I can make an exception.” She winked and he had never thought she had looked more stunning. 

She took his hand, their palms resting naturally together, before walking back to the ceremony, where he would leave with not only his award but the woman he had loved for years and years. 

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was the ending lazy? yes. do I care, only a little bit. Lol. I’ve had a really off day so I hope this is good.

Hope you enjoyed :) 

[lilyvandersteen]

The Christmas Guest Chapter 6

Author’s Note: Chapter 6 is from Blaine’s point of view again. Bit of a filler chapter, but more exciting stuff to come.

Read Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 and Chapter 5, as well as the Interlude, here on Tumblr, or read the story on AO3 or FF.net.

Chapter 6: Tea and Cookies

Blaine was still mentally lamenting his poor life choices when he heard a polite knock, and Kurt came into the room with a soft smile and an enquiry as to why he’d stayed away for so long.

Well, he had a point there. It wasn’t very polite, when you stayed somewhere as a guest, to hole yourself up in your room and completely ignore your hosts.

So Blaine apologized, and got up to go downstairs again, but Kurt made no move to leave. Instead, they got talking, and straight up skipped the superficial stuff. Soon, they were unburdening their hearts to each other, to the point of ugly crying. Well, in Blaine’s case. There was no ugly where Kurt Hummel was involved.

After a cathartic crying jag and comforting hugs, they switched to more upbeat topics, but Blaine, exhausted from all the emotion, not to mention the snowball fight, was soon struggling to keep his eyes open, and drifted off to the sound of Kurt’s lovely voice.

When he woke up, it was dark in the room, and he heard someone stomp down the stairs.

I slept the afternoon away…

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and noticed Kurt was lying next to him, still sleeping.

Blaine hesitated, but then gently caressed Kurt’s jaw and stroked his arm until he started to react.

Kurt blinked his eyes open slowly.

“Sorry for waking you,” Blaine whispered, “but if you sleep too long during the day, you won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

Kurt sat up, stretched and yawned.

Blaine saw his shirt ride up and lost his train of thought for a second. When he tuned back in to the conversation, he heard Kurt say, “… and I don’t even want to know what my father thinks we’re doing up here! Let’s go downstairs, we can help with dinner.”

But when they reached the kitchen, dinner was ready to be served.

“I didn’t know it was so late already,” Kurt said to Carole, sounding apologetic, but she waved it off as them being tired from the snowball fight.

During dinner, Finn announced he’d be inviting his girlfriend to come over the day after Christmas.

“Cathy’s coming?” Kurt asked. “Let us know what she likes to eat, okay? Her favorite dish and dessert, so we can make it for her. Oh, I’m so glad I finally get to meet her after hearing so much about her. How did her teacher training with the special needs kids go?”

Finn beamed and started to tell Kurt all about it.

Blaine smiled softly at their enthusiasm. He just loved the way this family was so supportive of each other.

After dinner, Finn started the first Die Hard movie, and Kurt offered to do stack the dishwasher and wash up the pots and pans. Blaine helped him bring everything to the kitchen and load the machine, and then grabbed a tea towel to dry as Kurt started washing up the rest.

“Finn will want to see at least two of those movies,” Kurt told Blaine. “And I don’t care for them. So I’m not going to hurry with the dishes. The more I miss, the better.”

True to his word, Kurt dawdled, telling Blaine about the oven dish that originally belonged to his great-grandmother – “Look, it has her initials and my great-grandfather’s” – and about how everyone in his family had fought to get it when she died, but it had been the youngest grandchild who inherited it, Kurt’s mother Elizabeth. “She had the same initials, you see, and her groom had the right initials too. That’s what Granny Eileen found most important. But the family didn’t agree, and some of them have never spoken to my mother again for the rest of their lives.”

“Just for an oven dish?”

“Just for an oven dish. It’s antique, and apparently worth a lot of money.” Kurt sent Blaine a mischievous smile and added, “I think my relatives would be horrified that we actually use it instead of putting it under glass as a museum piece.”

“I’m sure your Granny Eileen would be glad that you use it.”

“I like to think so too.”

The precious oven dish came very close to being broken when Finn startled the both of them by sticking his head inside the door and yelling that he wanted snacks, but Blaine managed to hold on to it with his fingertips. He carefully set it on the counter to continue drying it, while Kurt scolded Finn for scaring them and told him he’d have to wait until the dishes were done, and then Kurt would whip up a batch of banana oatmeal cookies.

Finn flashed him a smile and disappeared again with a “Thanks, bro, you’re the best.”

Kurt shook his head and rolled his eyes at his brother, but hummed happily as he finished the last of the dishes and then went to the pantry for the staples he needed.

“You can mash the bananas,” Kurt said, handing him a bowl and a fork. “Two bananas should do it.”

All that Kurt added to the bananas was two packets of quick oats and two handfuls of chocolate chips.

“No eggs?” Blaine asked. “No flour?”

Kurt grinned. “Nope. Easiest recipe ever. Just mix it all, put spoonfuls of it on a baking tray and flatten them into a cookie shape, bake for fifteen minutes and you’ve got cookies.”

“I need to remember this one.”

“Of course, we’re not going to tell Finn they only take twenty minutes to make, tops.”

“Right.”

“Or that I’m in fact making two batches.”

Blaine nodded slowly.

“And I’m going to make us some chamomile tea, and we’re eating the first batch before bringing the others to Finn.”

The mischief was there on Kurt’s face again, and Blaine couldn’t help laughing.

“Clever.”

Kurt shrugged. “Necessary. Finn would eat them all in five seconds and we’d be left with only crumbs.”

Kurt’s phone chimed, and when he checked the message, he whooped with joy. “Rachel is hosting a New Year’s Eve party again. Can’t wait to see everyone. Oh, I hope Mercedes will be there, it’s been too long! Finn! FINN!!”

Kurt ran out of the kitchen, presumably to go tell Finn about the party, leaving Blaine to scoop out the cookie dough and put it in the oven.

By the time Kurt came back, the cookies were cooling on a rack and the kitchen was spic and span. Blaine had also made a pot of chamomile tea, like Kurt requested.

“Oh, thank you, sweetie,” Kurt said, pouring them both a cup of tea and taking a cookie. “Sorry for disappearing on you, but I wanted to ask Finn if he’s going too. He’s an ex of Rachel’s, so I wasn’t quite sure. But he’s going. With Cathy.”

“So we’re going too?” Blaine surmised. “Who else will be there, other than Finn and his girlfriend? Tell me about them.”

Kurt needed no more prompting, and while he drank tea and ate cookies, Blaine heard all about a high school glee club with an obscene name, where Kurt had made life-long friends.

About half an hour later, Finn came to look for his cookies himself, seeing as Kurt had totally forgotten to bring him some. There were only six cookies left, and apparently, that wasn’t enough for Finn, who went rummaging in the pantry, resurfacing with a big bag of cheese puffs.

Kurt was still telling Blaine about all of his friends, and Finn laughed. “Better warn Blaine that they’re all a bit crazy. And nosy. You’ve never brought a boyfriend to one of these parties, but let me tell you, they won’t leave Blaine alone. They’ll want to know everything about him. How you met. When you’re planning on getting married, how many children you want, and bla, bla, bla. And Rachel is already on her high horse because apparently, you haven’t told her about Blaine yet, and she fancies herself your BEST FRIEND and can’t believe you would do this to her.”

Blaine looked at Finn with wide eyes.

Uh-oh. We had better coordinate stories.

Kurt shrugged it off. “I might have told Rachel if she’d listen to me for just five minutes, but she never does. Either she’s blathering on and on, and I can’t get a word in edgewise, or she’s in a hurry and has no time to talk. So it’s her own fault, and you can tell her that.”

“Nuh-uh. Took us long enough to get back to being friendly. I don’t want her to hate my guts again. You can tell her yourself.”

“Will do.”

Finn went back to the living room with his snacks, and Blaine directed his wide-eyed stare at Kurt now. “What are we going to tell them?”

[queen-of-the-avengers]

What Christmas Is All About

Characters: Elizabeth Olsen x Australian!Reader, reader’s family, Elizabeth’s family

Word Count: 1,770

Warnings: just fluff

Summary: You’ve never been kissed under the mistletoe, and Tom wants to change that.

Squares Filled: Tradition for @ladiesofmarvelbingo​

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

this is late, but it’s for my 25 days of christmas rpf with the prompt: Person A has never seen snow before so Person B gets to watch Person A see it for the first time and look utterly amazed.

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Christmas in Australia is more fun than others might think. Granted, you e never spent a Christmas outside of your home, so your opinion might be a bit biased. With living in the Southern Hemisphere came scorching Christmases. No snow, bright sun, scorching rays, high waves, and great food. It’s always hot in summer, but every year your family buys a portion of the beach so you can have a private party.

Your entire family comes from both sides. There are so many kids, lots of aunts and uncles, and all four of your grandparents. Each Christmas is a time to remember, but the only thing that makes this holiday better than all the rest is that your beautiful girlfriend, Elizabeth Olsen, is joining you. It’s your first Christmas with her since dating, and she only said yes to coming because her older sisters are having some big fashion thing that her parents wanted to go to.

It’s really their loss since spending time with her is always a good time in your book. You thought having her over with so many of your family members would be nerve racking, but she’s met most of them before. Back when you and Elizabeth were starring in your very own movie. They came to set to give good graces, and they immediately fell in love with her. While you weren’t nervous, she was. She’s never even been to Australia, much less an Australian Christmas despite being great friends with the Hemsworths.

It’s actually how you two met. There was a press conference for one of the bigger Marvel movies, and the only cast members who could make it last minute was Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr., and Elizabeth. The press conference was held in New York, and it just so happened to be the same week as one of your interviews there. Since you’re well known for your movies, it wasn’t a shock to meet some of the cast for the Marvel movies. You don’t believe in love at first sight? but you and Elizabeth came damn close to it.

For that very short week of nonstop interviews, you tried to spend as much time with her as possible before you went to London for another interview. After you two parted ways, you stayed in contact by text, facetime, email, and any other forms of communication. She was so captivating, and you hated being away from her even for one second.

At the start of your relationship, you learned that she’s never been to Australia in her life even if she wanted to go. Since Christmas is truly the best time for Australia, you promised her you’d make her go. There is no snow, no cold weather, the air conditioning needs to be blasted, but it’s so much fun to spend it in the sun.

The private section of the beach your dad rented is in full gear. The small children and preteens splash and have fun in the ocean. There are a couple of adults in the water to make sure everything is okay with the much smaller children. Your big and beefy uncles are having a sandcastle building contest. These are normally boring because kids don’t know how to make real sandcastles, but your uncles make a big deal out of it. They can make the castles as high as you, and you’re over five feet tall.

Your parents are tending to the barbeque grill as your dad does all the cooking and your mom tells him how good he’s doing. If she cooked, then you’re sure to land in the hospital. Your grandparents are relaxing under the big umbrella they requested you bring. They can’t handle too much sun, and if they are in it for too long, then they’ll get a really nasty sunburn that’s sure to put them in the hospital. You and Elizabeth are hanging with your parents since they’re hogging all of her time.

“So, Elizabeth, how’s your family? Why aren’t you with them?” your dad asks as he flips the fish.

He always makes the best seafood this time of year.

“James! Be polite!” your mother scolds him.

“It’s fine,” Elizabeth smiles and waves her off. “My sisters Mary-Kate and Ashley have some fashion things that my parents wanted to go to. I don’t have any children, and God forbid my sisters so we all agreed to spend New Year’s together.”

“Well, you’re always welcomed here,” your mother smiles warmly.

Your dad finishes cooking the food, and the whole family gathers together at the tables. Your dad’s food gets praises from all ages, but since you’ve had his halibut a thousand times, you and Elizabeth decide to take a stroll along the shore to get away from everyone else. It’s nice to spend time with your family, but you want some private time with her.

“How do you like Christmas here so far?”

“It’s fun. I’ve never had a Christmas where it wasn’t snowing, but I quite like it. It’s refreshing.”

“You know, I’ve never seen snow before.”

“Are you serious? It snows here. Your family doesn’t go to the mountains during that time?”

“No, never. We just never have the time during that time. Plus, I’m usually away doing another movie or interview.”

“That settles it then. Next year, you’re spending Christmas with my family. I’m sure your parents wouldn’t mind. Right?”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I spend New Year’s with them. It would be nice to get away from the sunshine and heat at least for one holiday,” you chuckle.

“You’re going to have so much fun. Snow is the best thing to play with.”

“How do you play with snow?”

“Y/N, you don’t know what you’re missing,” she grins. “You can make snow angels and snowmen. You can have snowball fights, go sledding, skiing, and snowboarding. The best thing is to make snow forts. It gets very cold easily, but making it is just as fun as spending a few minutes inside.”

“Now I’m excited,” you giggle.

“You should be. But for right now, we should get back to your parents. They’re calling us over.”

It’s going to be an adventure to experience a Christmas without the high waves, hot sun, and the sizzling fish your dad makes.

You’ve never experienced weather like this before. From where you live, the coldest it’s ever gotten reached 10 degrees Celsius or 50 degrees Fahrenheit. Elizabeth’s family is originally from Minnesota, so she went back there despite living in Los Angeles. Your family was understanding when you told them you were going to be with your girlfriend and her family for Christmas since all of her family has yet to meet you. It’s only fair since she went with you last year.

To say you were shocked is an understatement. Not only does the cold put you in your fucking place, but an American Christmas is so much different than you expected. For one, they eat turkey, drink eggnog, make cookies, and have s’mores. There are other differences, but those are the ones you’re noticing right off the bat. You guess you could have turkey back home, but it wouldn’t be Christmas without your dad’s fish. It’s a nice change, but there’s nothing like home.

“So, Y/N, so I hear it’s your first time here?” Elizabeth’s mom, Jarnett, says.

“I’ve been in the States before, yes, but never a Christmas here you chuckle. “I thought it was going to be snowing.”

“Oh, it will, darling. Just give it some time. By tomorrow morning, this place is going to look like a wonderland!”

“Are you warm enough?” David, her dad, asks as he tends to the fireplace.

You’re wearing so many layers underneath your very thick jacket. It’s never been this cold back home, so you brought every warm clothing you owned.

“I’ll manage. You know, it doesn’t get this cold where I live.”

“What is Christmas like for you? It’s summer when it happens right?” Jarnett wonders.

“Yeah, is so much fun. I really like to surf with my brothers, my whole family plays on the beach, and I can’t forget Boxing day.”

“What’s that?” David asks.

“We don’t get that here,” Elizabeth explains.

“Oh, that’s unfortunate. Boxing day is a day to give back to the less fortunate. Churches love to collect leftover food, money, and other things in boxes which is then handed to the poor. It’s also a time to volunteer to these places. It really helps bring us all together so that everyone can have a good Christmas.”

“That sounds wonderful!”

“Yeah, I don’t know why the States doesn’t do this. Canada, the UK, and we do it,” you shrug.

It’s nice to share your Christmas traditions even though it may sound weird to them. They are kind enough to let you be a part of this special holiday, and it’s only fair you treat your countries traditions the same way. This Christmas is looking out to be one for the books already.

And it hasn’t even snowed yet.

“Y/N, wake up!” Elizabeth whispers and shakes your shoulders.

“What?” you grumble sleepily.

“Come on, get up. Out on something warm. I want you to see this. It’s snowing!”

That was enough to get you out of bed because you were so excited to see snow when you first arrived. You hastily throw on a warm jacket and follow Elizabeth to the front door. You refrain from looking through the windows because you wanted to see snow in all its glory. She opens the front door and you just have enough energy to gasp.

Everything—the cars, houses, trees, bushes, street, and everything else in between—is all covered with freak snow. It's like a giant laid a big white blanket over everything. There’s still snow falling from the sky, so you just run outside in childlike excitement. Elizabeth watches as you tilt your head back and stick out your tongue to try and catch the falling snowflakes. It’s refreshing to watch someone who's never seen snow below. She gets to experience it through your eyes.

“This snow is so fluffy! It’s surprisingly not cold!” you exclaim.

“Yeah, is warmer when it snows because the air is losing moisture. It’s a lot drier so it’s warmer.”

“I love snow!” you shout and run into a small pile that’s been growing overnight.

Elizabeth laughs and joins in on the fun. She can’t imagine experiencing this with anyone other than you. This is what makes Christmas special.

It’s not where you have it, is the people you spend it with.

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[heartofsnark]

A Hope County Christmas (Part One): The Resistance

Notes: Yes, this is late for Christmas and yes, that means the second part is gonna really fucking late for Christmas. But in my defense, I didn’t get the idea and started writing it until the 26th. It was originally suppose to be just one part, but it got real long and I lost some steam in the second part, so it’s gonna take me longer. So, have this and I’ll post the second part....maybe before 2020. I’ve been talking about my Deputy a lot over on my personal @morbidchild182 but this is the first writing I’ve posted with her. I’m still developing her and working on how I write the characters, so. 

Summary: It’s Christmas time in Hope County and as one might suspect, it can be hard to find any Christmas spirit to spare with Eden’s Gate waging their holy war. Junior Deputy Dahlia Hale fully suspects this holiday will be spent just as every last day has been spent since they tried to arrest Joseph Seed. But, between the Rye’s incurable optimism and the Seed’s...fascination with her, she can’t say she expected this. 

Word Count: 3032 

Warnings: Drinking, play fighting, dumb jokes, dumb christmas shenanigans, Ship Tease between Eli and my Deputy, Some sappy bullshit thrown in for good measure. There will be like Yandere Polyseed bullshit in the second part

A harsh cough echoes in Dahlia’s chest, a hacking noise and her lungs constrict. This is her first winter in Montana and it’s absolutely kicking her ass. Eden’s Gate could only hope of making her feel this shitty. Though, to her surprise the peggies haven’t been particularly active lately.

The Seed brothers are originally from Georgia, the deep south just like her, and she wonders if they’re as badly impacted by the cold as she is. Her leather jacket, uniform shirt and tee shirt under it are doing very little to keep out the chill as she rides her motorcycle through the Holland Valley wilderness. Nick and Kim called her over the radio asking her to head over. She’s hoping everything is alright, she’s not sure how much help she’ll be when she can barely feel her limbs.

She parks her motorcycle by the porch, pulling off her helmet and cringing as the cold air hits her face. There are little twinkling Christmas lights across their porch and the roof, even a few strings around the hangar. They’re beautiful, but a part of her worries about it just drawing in angels.

Dahlia rubs her hands together, trying desperate to regain some heat. Her red and irritated nose suddenly feels wet, is her nose running on top of everything? She goes to rub it away, but there’s a fleck of ice clinging to fingers. Something wet pats against her head, is it raining? She looks up towards the sky. Soft white flakes are drifting through the sky.

Snow.

It’s snowing. She’s only seen snow in movies and TV shows, the white puffy flakes touch her cheeks. Ideas of catching snowflakes on her tongue or having snowball fights flicker through her brain, but she disregards it immediately knowing she doesn’t have the time for horseplay.

“Something interesting up there, dep?”

“Huh,” she startles for a minute, seeing Nick standing on the porch and staring up at the sky, “no, sorry, I just, never seen snow before.”

“What, seriously?”

“Louisiana doesn’t get a lot of snow, seen a few hurricanes though.”

“Shit man, that’s just depressing.”

“As is most of my life.”

“Well, come on in.”

“Sure, but, uh, Nick, do you think the lights are a good idea? Might draw-“

Her voice catches in her throat as she steps into the Rye home, it looks like a Christmas wonderland. A giant ornate tree, Christmas music playing on the radio. A tall tree that the top of which nearly scrapes the ceiling, though it’s bare for some reason. Friendly faces all around; Jerome, Mary May, Grace, Sharky, Hurk, Adelaide, Xander, and Jess in a corner hiding away with Cheeseburger nestled at her side. Peaches is getting ear scratches from Sharky. Everyone except Jess is wearing obnoxiously colored Christmas sweaters.

“Those peggies have taken so much from us, I’ll be damned if they’re taking Christmas too,” Nick declares and she can’t help but smile at his determination.

A few barks ring out and before Dahlia knows it two dog paws have landed on her waist, Boomer demanding her attention. He’s almost as bad as John.

“Hey, boy,” she coos scratching behind his ears and laughing as he gives her a few kisses.

“Deputy,” Kim makes her way over, Boomer moving so she can give Dahlia a big hug, “I’m so happy you could make it out here, I know you’re busy with…everything. It means a lot.”

“Uh, what’s exactly going on, I thought you guys needed my help with something?”

“It’s a trap, Rook,” Jess calls out from her corner and Kim rolls her eyes.

“It’s a holiday party, we have one every year and we aren’t letting the peggies ruin it, here.” Kim hands over a white fluffy sweater, the less ugly of any of the ones she’s seen on her friends. When she unfolds it, she sees a little polar bear face with a sprig of mistletoe by its ear.

“Uh…”

“It’s Christmas, everyone has to wear a Christmas sweater.”

“Except Jess, she threatened to bite me,” Nick says, shooting a slightly fearful look towards the woman.

“I mean, I’d be happy to bite you too, hon,” Adelaide calls out with a flirtatious wink, Kim rolling her eyes as Nick visibly cringes.

“Please, dep, just put on the sweater.”

Dahlia shrugs her shoulders, if her wearing a damn sweater will make them even a little bit happier, it’s more than worth it. The couple has endured enough bullshit with Eden’s Gate, the least she can do is wear a damn sweater. She pulls off her leather jacket and uniform shirt.

“Woo, take it off!” Sharky yells out, grinning like a dumbass and Dahlia’s face flushes red, shooting her favorite pyromaniac a death glare before she tugs the sweater on over her tee.

It’s large, white, fluffy, and feels completely out of place on her. She feels like she looks odd without an outfit that’s at least ninety percent black.

“I can’t stay long,” Dahlia warns as she ties her hair back in a stubby ponytail.

“The lord does permit days of rest, Deputy.”

“Good for him, but I got shit to do,” She tells Jerome as she meanders towards a place to sit, eventually settling somewhere between Sharky and Jess, back tight against a wall and knees pulled up to her chest.

“You deserve a day to take it easy, here,” Kim hands her a mug of eggnog, an odd smell coming off it. It’s probably fine. She takes a drink and the burn of rum hits her, she nearly sputters. Kim laughing at her.

“Can’t handle your booze, Rook?” Grace asks, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Firstly, I legally can’t drink, secondly this is barely fuckin’ eggnog at this point.”

“Eh, who’s gonna arrest you, you?”

“You’re old enough to risk your ass for us, you’re old enough to drink,” Mary May says, taking a swig of her own drink.

Dahlia shrugs, she did drink a little when she was a minor, but stopped when she became a cop. Based on principle alone. But, fuck she’s never actually liked the taste. She’s not convinced anyone really does. At that same time, Nick steps into the room a Santa hat tilted on his head, where he’s stretched over his cap. In his arms are movies, games, and more booze.

“Ol’ Saint Nick!” Sharky yells out and a chorus of groans follow his stupid joke.

“Figure, we’ll watch a movie, get everyone in the spirit, before we play some games.”

“You mean get everyone drunk,” Kim teases, the only one not drinking the spiked eggnog.

“Same thing.” Nick grins and shrugs as he puts some Christmas movie in, Boomer lays against Dahlia’s side as the bullshit movie starts to play.

“What the hell is that woman doing?” An extra looks directly at the camera.

“Who the fuck talks like that?” The acting is awful.

“Oh god, child actors.” The child acting is worse.

“I’m like, pretty sure that’s a federal offense.” You can’t just look through someone’s mail.

“Eh, who hasn’t committed a federal offense.”

“Most people Sharky, most people.”

“Wait that’s the plot, getting her uncle a girlfriend, oh my god.” The plot is stupid

“Ooh, I wouldn’t mind him stuffing my stocking.” The main actor is easy on the eyes.

“Addie, no.”

“Wait, why the hell did he say it was done, if he hadn’t started cookin’ it yet?”

“Fantastic question.”

“What? What? What?!” This makes no sense.

“Holy shit, Adelaide in five years,” Dahlia blurts out when a perverted granny shows up.

“Five years!? How old do you think I am, Rook?!”

“No comment.”

“You don’t look a day over thirty.”

“She’s your aunt, Sharky.”

“Shut it.”

“Is she an elf? Oh my god, is she a fuckin’ elf?”

“Did she just realize she looks like she dressed in the dark?”

“She took her glasses off, so she’s no longer ugly, ‘cause…y’know.”

“The audio is so bad, holy shit, what are they even saying.”

“That looks awful.”

They’re about halfway through the movie, everyone finding every chance to chime in some comment about the crap on screen. She’s drained two mugs of the spiked eggnog, her cheeks red from booze and laughing. Dahlia’s lost count of how many cookies she’s crammed into her mouth.

The movie finishes and she no longer feel like she’s in any state to take on a cult. Not drunk, but tipsy as all hell. Judging by the flushed cheeks around her, no one is any better off except Kim who once credits are rolling suggest making ornaments and decorating the tree.

Trusting drunk dumbasses to decorate the tree, brilliant.

It’s a disaster. Of course, it is.

Jerome makes some decent angel ones, but the religious aesthetic of anything has been ruined for everyone lately. Mary May’s Santa is holding a beer. Jess’s just has ‘Fuck Off’ scribbled across it. Xander and Adelaide keep trying to have sex puns about crafts, too drunk for any of them to be subtle. Grace’s gun ornament is surprisingly well done, but not particularly Christmas-y. Nick’s attempt to make a plane looks like a lumpy disaster. Hurk and Sharky keep trying to put a dick and or flames on everything. At some point someone throws glitter.

It was her.

Sharky tried to draw a dick on her star, so she started throwing glitter at his dumb face. Now there’s glitter everywhere, the Rye’s home will never be free of it. Also, there’s gold glitter glue on her hands and hair where she tried to push it back, because tools are for fools.

Then her radio crackles to life, ah fuck, she tries to rub the worse of the glue off onto her jeans before grabbing it.

“Hey,” she manages to slur even the shortest word and everyone her is snickering.

“Deputy, it’s Eli from the Whitetails.”

“I don’t know any other Eli, you don’t have to clarify, Mountain Man.”

“Right, uh, sorry. Heard about the Rye’s party, knew you were over that way. I, uh, wanted to make sure you weren’t running yourself ragged.”

“Wanted to check in on his girlfriend,” Wheaty teases in the background and Dahlia’s face flushes brighter red, not from the booze. Everyone around her starts to laugh

“Don’t you have something else to do?” Eli retorts and she can practically hear the embarrassment in his voice.

“Don’t worry, Eli, I’m at the Rye’s being supplied with way too much booze.”

“That’s good, well not good that you’re getting drunk, not that I care if you get drunk, I don’t think. I just mean it’s good you’re with friends and y’know what, I’ll stop talking.”  

She can’t help but laugh, he hasn’t been this awkward with her since he talked about shaving his beard and wondering if it made him look crazy.

“Hey, maybe next time I’m in that area, we can see if we can convince Chad to make some Christmas grub and have a little celebration at the Wolf’s Den?”

Why did she make that offer, she didn’t even want one celebration, why is she doing this? It’s so impractical, why the fuck would Eli want that? She pushes hair back out of her face, she’s so stupid.

“That sounds nice.”

“It does? It does. Cool.”

“Well, uh, Merry Christmas, Rook.”

“Merry Christmas, Eli.”

The radio call ends, and Dahlia lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, all eyes are on her. Some confused and others smirking at the little exchange.

“Never knew you liked ‘em older, deputy.”

“Fuck off.”

“You really shouldn’t have done that to your hair either,” Jess tells her, smirking. Her bangs fall back in her face and Dahlia sees the gold glitter glue now clinging to the dark locks.

“God damn it.”

“Looks like you were too distracted drooling over your mountain man,” Jess mocks Dahlia with an overly sappy voice. Dahlia smirks back, revenge already in her mind.

“Aww,” she cups Jess’s cheeks in her two-glitter glue covered hands, “that was so cute of you.” Dahlia smears it down Jess’s cheeks leaving a mess.

Jess’s green eyes narrow, a weaker woman might freak out at the anger shown in them. But, Dahlia knows too well that there’s a hint of mischief there, it’s all in good fun. The Junior Deputy pulls her hands away from the Survivalist’s face.

“No killing in the house,” Kim warns and that’s all that’s said before Jess is launching over the table to try to grab Dahlia who’s already dropped down and jolted under it, the two switching sides before the deputy breaks into a run.

Their movements are clumsier and slower than usual, booze slowing them down. Dahlia takes the stairs two at a time, giggling as she tries to evade her friend. Jess’s hands nearly latch onto her sweater and Dahlia promptly jumps over the stair banister, boots hitting the floor with a heavy thud.

“No breaking your ankles in the house!”

“Sorry, Kim, oh god!”

Jess is on Dahlia’s back, bringing her down to the ground and laughing as the deputy collapses under her weight. She’s trying to put her in a headlock, as Dahlia attempts to wrestle out of it. The entire party laughing at their horseplay. She swears she hear Sharky or Hurk saying something about needing a mud pit, but she’s too focused on play wrestling to yell at the perverts.

Her radio crackles again and through the struggling Dahlia manages to answer it.

“Rook, heard the Rye’s invited you over for Christmas,” Whitehorse’s voice comes through.

“That they did,” she struggles to respond as she’s using one hand to fend off Jess.

“Hey, sheriff!”

“He can’t see you waving Nick.”

Dahlia cracks, a fatal mistake as Jess uses it to get the headlock.

“Good, I was worried about you, Rook, thought you’d be running around while everyone else took the day off. I know shit’s tough right now but taking time to celebrate the little stuff is what’s gonna keep you going. Merry Christmas.”

“You guys doing anything special at the jail?” She asks as she tries to squirm away, finally just giving up and trying to stand up with Jess on her back and arms around her neck. It’s a piss poor excuse for a piggyback ride, but whatever.

“Virgil’s trying to get someone to cut down a tree, Tracey ain’t having any of it.”

“I can do that.”

“You’re not chopping down a Christmas tree, Rook, Jesus Christ,” Tracey grumbles in the background.

“You’ve already done more than enough, hell, if it wasn’t for you…well there are a lot of people who wouldn’t be here to see Christmas this year. Enjoy your party.”

“Yeah…Merry Christmas.”

Dahlia feels her eyes sting, she doesn’t expect praise or even acknowledgment of the things she’s done. It still seems so foreign, the idea that she’s actually saved people. That people are here, alive and safe, because of her actions. She can never see herself as a hero, but to some people she truly is.

Jess’s arms on her loosen, before the woman just hops right off of her. A soft smile replacing the mischievous little grin. She squeezes Dahlia’s shoulder, a silent understanding that Jess is one of those people. If not for Dahlia, she’d be spending this Christmas in a cage, if she was lucky. But, now she’s spending it in a rare moment of joy and peace.

“Come on, we gotta decorate the tree..”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Jess and Dahlia rejoin the party, feral energy out of their system for the time being. The tree looks like a mess. Everyone’s ornament a disaster and the whole thing looking like an incomprehensible disaster. Nothing goes together. None of it makes sense, but it has…character. Dahlia goes to hang her own bad star ornament after hanging the last bit of tinsel. But, it’s nowhere to be found.

“Here,” Kim hands it to her, but the sloppily coated star no longer has a string, instead on a little cap to be used as the tree topper. It’s an extremely sweet gesture, but…

“I can’t reach.” Dahlia makes a show of trying to stretch her hand up to touch the top of the tree, only to come up embarrassingly short.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha bromigo,” Hurk declares before hefting Dahlia up onto his shoulders, she can’t help but laugh, but places her messy star at the top of the tree. Hurk putting her back down with ease.

“It’s certainly…different.”

“It always an adventure to see how it turns out every year.”

“I’m sure it.”

Another crackle from her radio.

“Who’s calling now?” Nick asks, taking another drink of eggnog.

“Eh, probably just Dutch checking in,” Dahlia answers it, “don’t worry, I’m at the party and I’m taking a break for Christmas.”

“That’s wonderful to know, dep-yoo-tee,” John’s voice sobers her, like a bucket of ice water’s splashed in her face, the entire party going silent as he drags out each syllable.

“The fuck do you want?”

“Easy now, Little Miss Wrath, I haven’t even done anything and you’re already foaming at the mouth.”

“Yet, you haven’t done anything, yet.”

“Someone who doesn’t believe in prophets, claiming to know the future, how ironic.”

“Get to the point, Johnny Boy.”

“I do hope, you’ll be more patient once you fully join our family.”

“You got five more seconds before I hang up and get back to drinking. One, two,-”

“While we don’t celebrate Christmas quite the same as sinners do, the holidays still marks an important time of togetherness.”

“Good for you…Can I go now?”

“Me, my brothers and sister like to spend this time of year together, as a family.”

“I’m gonna blow my brains out from boredom, Johnny.”

“A family dinner requires the whole family, dep-yoo-tee, even the members who’ve yet to accept their role.”

“Are…are you threatening to kidnap me for Christmas dinner?!”

“Depends, will you come of your own volition?”

“Fuck no.”

“Then, I’m afraid you leave me no choice. I’ll be seeing you shortly, dear.”

[thewitchydorkofportals]

Art theraphy (OMOMTRTA)

(This is a story about the latest shall we date game Obey me! One master to rule them all. I don’t own the game just the Oc I made to be the MC Also if you haven’t played the game..back out the hell now.cause SPOILERS LINK TO THEM IN THE BIOOO)

Lucifer was minding his own damn business when he noticed a box. it wasnt a scam box,or the latest weeb, it was a box loaded with art supplies. he knew who it was so he picked it up bending with his knees and took it there. and when he placed it down he began texting.

Lucifer: Christina...Did you order anything?

Christna: Oh yes! I ordered some art supplies to help me with my theraphy. Did they arrive? Ill go get them.

Lucifer: No need they are at your door now. And if you tried to lift them you might hurt your back.

Christina: Thanks Lucifer! Youre the greatest!

This did make Lucifer blush. He did like it when Christina praised him. It was like when Lilith did when she was around all those eons ago. He smiled seeing her door open and her squealing excited at the box and quickly scanning her room for a box cutter. when she found one she was extra careful opening it and began inspection on each item. "Lets see..1 set of scented ink in the colors of the rainbow..check. Water colorss..check. chinese paintbrushes and brushes in a pinstripe tip with a metal case to match..check..Sketchbooks that can tolerate ink and water color..and books on the weather of Devildom...check and check...400 Grimm well spent on theraphy." Lucifer almost cringed cause Mammon and Asmo and their spending habits but,if this was for theraphy and the shopping itself wasnt theraphy he will stomach it. "May i help you with this 'Theraphy' of yours?" He asked. Chrissy made a happy gasp and nods cause the point of it was talking out your emotions while drawing them.

Lucifer sat down and saw her put the things about happily humming and looking at a prompt list on the internet. "So you do this to make you happy? When did it start?" She hesitated and went silent.. "Lucifer...Lord Diavolo has punishments in each area right? The places i cant go i mean." She asked. Lucifer nodded not knowing where she was going with it until she asked "Where do abusive fathers go? I know ive seen people like me here in phases of hell. cause you and your brothers have..fun with them or to me..curse my name being the meaning of purgetory.." she laughed making Lucifer chuckle a bit. "Okay how about as your drawing you tell me what you saw around my brothers. and ill tell you where your father might go." Whoever this dirtbag was he was gonna judge him himself. Didnt he know what a gem he had. Who does he think he is Henry the 8th?! "Welll Asmo gets alot of fan visits...and he has no respect for the thickness of the walls...or the floor..." "NEXT" Lucifer said facepalming. He knew their was gonna be a boom soon no thanks to him. No wonder poor chrissy gets creeped out by him.  "Well Beels football team will do somthing nice when i bake cookies to help fund the team. They buy all by cookies before Beel eats them all.Somthing about Dining hall being a Warzone." Lucifer realized she only comes to the house to eat and not the dining hall. Thank hells she didnt see the last food fight. "Oh but you know that Mammon got a job right?" This was a small surprise to Lucifer and looked at her. "It was only for the day..we worked at Hells kitchen for a while..I was a waitress with Belphie and Mammon was a Fry coo-" That did it...Lucifer was laughing..good thing Chrissy was the only person listening. "I-im sorry continue.." Chrissy nodded "Now um i was wondering if my dad can go there since he robbed me,,,treated me like crap...malipulated me..." she went on and on about her abuse and not know Lucifer..even though was listening and was calm..and didnt know jack about this man..wanted to end his BLOODY LIFE.

That was then and nowadays the place was quiet and the men were mopey..Mammon did steal but not that much. Even levi was lonely. That was until their phones were ringing

The house of Lamentation(7):

Chrissy: Hey guys did you miss me?

Mammon: CHRISSSSYYYYY*crying*

Levi: How is it in the human world? You are collecting mangas for me right? And the latest Kpop stuff?

chrissy: I missed you guys too and yes Levi im keeping my promise.

*Shows a picture of her library and there was her normal books and her whole collection of manga and her fairy garden full of minitures*

Satan and Levi: So...many...books.:heart:

 Chrissy: And most of them are autographed with notes from the authors and or voice actors. I can give you a tour of my house?

Everone: YES PLEASE

Thus began the video call. so in the call they saw each part of her room starting with well the house and outside.  It was an domed roofed Eco manor on 10 acres of land , featuring solar pannels,Silo for her animals food, a inground pool, a nearby lake, a circular driveway with some oddly  burned in treadmarks, and a stable. She began getting passionate about her horses and comparing some of them to the brothers. Alll of them wondered if they could they can get her to breed with one of their Hell horses..just to see what would happen. Then she showed inside where they are in her living room/kitchen area. It has leather couch,her gaming systems in a heart shaped cabinet, a flatscreen television and her bass guitar, and is open to the second story with a balcony overlooking the floor below in the living room area.The kitchen had two ways to get in from the living and dining area from the looks of it, a kitchen island, a rainbow of cake spactulas, cooking supplies and more. Beel was loving this room just as much as Levi loved the living room.There was even a Yogurt and cupcake machine!Lucifer was just happy she was following her Keto diet seeing the Keto cookbooks.then they saw Angel, her service dog, and her cat Sir snowball and her trying to calm them. They all did laugh at that and then mammon got excited seeing a beaut of a Mazda decaled with an angry unicorn in space on it. He could also tell it had carbon fiber hoods and roofing. She was MADE to race!

Chrissy: Mammon stop drooling over Winter..

Mammon: But shes beautiful!

Chrissy: And i dont want you Crashing her.

As the tour continues She showed her mermaid themed bathroom with 2 tubs 1 tub for the pets and 1 jucuzzi sized one for herself, A walk in shower raised on a platform, a freestanding hairdryer and a small electric fireplace in the corner that changed color.Asmo was getting ideas but it was cut off by a "Dont you think about it" from chrissy. Asmo pouted. All that was missing was a mini nail salon.   Then the best part for all of them..her ROOM. Where she was sleeping for sometime. It features a large loft bed, freestanding mirror, fireplace and 3 full-length windows overlooking the ground below. The walls are decorated with all of her paintings and photos of them in poses she asked them to do which made them have the Feels. Cause they realized in almost every room there were these types of paintings and photos. And they saw her walk in closet that had some clothes all off them gave her and her vlogging gear. She did claim about having guest rooms  but they were mostly storage at the moment. In the end of the tour she showed her editing room, Art room and smiled at them sadly when she said she had to go. Most of them whined but lucifer said. "Dont worry guys. she will call back at least we know her theraphy is making her feel alright." Then Lucifer was shocked when she asked "You guys will visit right?" they all nod and Chrissy hung up excited to show them around

[coeurdastronaute]

Either/Or: Christmas Day 2 (Found)

I don't know if it will be spoilery since the story hasn't advanced that far but Kara experiencing her first Christmas on earth with lena in the au where she lands on earth as an adult.

It wasn’t until there were lights on trees and wreaths on street lights that the month was noted. By then, of course, there were santas on street corners with their bells, a light snow that was a dusting of a promise of more to come, and the music piped over store speakers were songs of a distinctively merry variety.

And all of it nearly went unnoticed, though not intentionally this time, by a CEO who found herself juggling an illicit alien-aiding crime while simultaneously lying to her brother. There weren’t enough hours in the day to fit in an entire Earth-shaped education while running a multi-billion dollar corporation and getting weird butterflies in her gut when an alien smiled at her in that stupid little way that made Lena’s thighs--

None of that mattered. Instead, she finished sending off a work email as she made her way down the sidewalk, listening to Kara describe her day of earthly adventures, unaware of everything.

“Lena?” Kara asked as she zipped up her jacket a little tighter against the chill in the air. “What’s Christmas? What are the holidays?”

“Oh damn,” the CEO sighed. “Is it that time of year already?”

“I don’t know what that means.”

Sure enough, when Lena looked up from her phone, she suddenly saw aforementioned signs of the impending celebrations and festivities. Her eyes narrowed in on a window display with a large tree and a mannequin family putting a tree on the top, all joyful because of their new, expensive pyjamas.

“Throughout the vast religions of Earth, there are certain special holidays. One of the most prevalent is Christmas and during this season there are a few holidays, so it’s kind of rolled into one.”

“But what do you do?”

“Oh, well,” Lena furrowed and tried to think about how she normally spent the holidays in a gin-soaked puddle of self-doubt and loathing on a foreign beach, avoiding her family. “Families get together and spend time doing certain things.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Like decorating a tree, which is, ironically, a pagan tradition, and then going to church, eating a big meal, putting out cookies for Santa, opening presents, things like that.”

“Wow, those all sound spectacular!”

“They could be, I guess.”

“You don’t do some of those?”

Almost worried about it, Kara paused and waited for Lena to look at her. When she did, she furrowed a little more as Lena debated it. From what she could see, the world became a little more magical with all of the lights and decorations and happy songs that everyone seemed to agree on. Lena seemed to be the only one that didn’t care about all of it.

“I don’t celebrate,” she simply shrugged, indifferent to the whole thing.

“Why not?”

“You usually have to have a family to do all of that stuff.”

“And you don’t.”

“Exactly.”

They resumed their walk, though at a slightly distracted speed. Kara dug her hands deep into the pocket of her jacket while Lena adjusted her purse and crossed her arms, completely enamoured with avoiding thinking about her family and the lack of joy she felt toward the time of year.

All of the storefronts were glowing and showed familiar scenes of holiday events-- trees in need of decoration, parties at offices, family dinners, snowball fights, and the such. Each one was a diorama of absence for the CEO.

“Could we do Christmas this year?” Kara finally asked as they stood on a corner and waited for the light to change and allow them to pass.

Ears hidden beneath an adorable toque that Lena picked out herself, and definitely for the reason of keeping Kara warm and not because she was becoming her own personal dress up doll in all the clothes she fantasized about taking off, Kara burrowed into the scarf to protect her ears and exposed skin.

The lights from the street, from the traffic light, from the stores, all of it concentrated on Kara’s face, and she practically glowed with excitement despite the layer of begging that made Lena absolutely angry at herself for being so damn gay.

“You want to celebrate the holidays with me?”

“Well, yeah. You’re one of my favorite people on the planet. I want to do it all with you.”

She melted. Lena Luthor melted like a chocolate bar on an August day left in the back of an all-black interior car in a parking lot with no shade.

“I want to come back to your statement about being ‘one of’ the favorite people. Considering you don’t know anyone else,” Lena began quickly. “But I do think it is possible. If you’re really serious about it.”

“It’d be a nice, healthy item to check off of my bucket list.”

“That’s true.”

“If you are uncomfortable, I understand, but we can do whatever you want.”

“No, no,” Lena shook her head. “You’re right. This will be good. We’ll do all of the things one sees on a Hallmark movie.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Right. I suspect we should start there then.”

Without even realizing it, Kara unleashed an absolute powerhouse in the Christmas celebration department. She didn’t know that simply asking for Lena to show her a few things, she was actually setting forth a perfectionist who was so absolutely desperate for a holiday, that she would take one and never let go.

“I’m very happy you’ve agreed,” Kara beamed as she put her arm over Lena’s shoulder, hugging her to her side in her joy.

“Me too,” Lena mumbled, turning her head slightly to smell the intently Kara smell that existed despite the layers.

Every day for a week, the evening after work and dinner, Christmas movies were absorbed and regarded with intense study. Kara liked the lights and the singing, and naturally came with a lot of questions about many tangential earthly affairs. And Lena answered them as best she could, though she did distract herself taking notes until she compiled a perfect list of things to do for the season.

And now her apartment was a collection of boxes and decorations that were in need of putting things up.

“We didn’t have to get the biggest tree in the lot,” Lena sighed as she took a step back and looked up at the giant evergreen.

“Oh, but look at it. It’s so beautiful.”

The alien floated near the top of the tree, adjusting a pristine, glowing star. Without her abilities, it would have been impossible. That, and the fact that Kara seemed to have a sort of natural predilection toward the holiday spirit that Lena never really experienced. Maybe it was all of the movies, but she honestly believed that it was her natural state.

A carefully crafted playlist hummed throughout the place as the last of the large selection of assorted ornaments were added. Lights were hung from the doorways, and wreaths made it to the doors while a few outdoor decorations were set up on the balcony. Stockings remained hung on the fireplace, while the cat made himself fit in a discarded box.

“Do you think we got too much stuff?” Lena worried.

“No way. I think it looks fantastic in here. But I’m not really an expert.”

“I think you’re pretty close to an expert.”

“I have a list.”

“A list?”

Satisfied with her work, Kara floated down to the floor and tugged a piece of paper out of her pocket. There was something absolutely adorable about the giant Christmas sweater the alien decided to wear. Lena was finding that shopping for her was much easier than shopping for herself. She was certainly more eager than she imagined.

“The tree and the lights, and then cocoa and dinner and presents.”

“Wow! You do have a list. Very similar to my list.”

“I’m liking these holidays. A celebration of kindness and joy and giving. This is so great. I’m glad we’re doing all of this.”

“Me too.”

It took them a while to clean up the rest of the empty boxes that came from the things they all bought. But they managed, and they turned off all of the lights except for the decorations. The place glowed in a different way than ever before. It twinkled and glittered and smelled like the best parts of a forest. While the fire roared in the fireplace, Kara laid down beneath the tree and stared up at all of the lights.

Lena laid beside her on the tree skirt they agonized over for much too long at the store.

“I’m going shopping tomorrow, to find you some presents,” Kara decided, turning her head to look at the CEO daydreaming, her face multi-colors.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. I need to give you something nice. Full discretion though, I will be using the card you gave me for emergencies.”

Lena chuckled to herself and sighed as she closed her eyes. It was perfect. She was living a perfect moment, and she wasn’t sure what came next.

“You really don’t have to get me anything. I have everything I could ever want.”

“There are going to be lots of presents under this tree. Lots of them.”

“Okay. Then I’ll get you a few.”

“Just a few?”

“Wouldn’t want to spoil you.”

Kara laughed, melodically and light. It was unencumbered by pain, despite being composed completely of it. Lena admired that about her probably most of all.

“You’re already spoiling me, Lena.”

“Good.”

There were presents, now. The tree brimmed with boxes and bags and different shapes, all wrapped in festive paper spilling beneath it.

The entire apartment remained full of good cheer and mirth. The pair found themselves working through Christmas movies almost every night, often with Lena not that interested as she finished up work, but inevitably failing to keep disinterested, and gradually snuggling beside Kara about halfway through.

There’d been other things as well. They got dressed up and went to the ballet to see the Nutcracker performed. They donned gay apparel and went to a party at Lena’s office. They went ice skating in the park. They drank cocoa like it would never exist after Christmas was finished. They baked Christmas cookies. They built a snowman. They donated to every street corner they could. It was a joyous kind of exhausting.

“I’m so excited,” Kara bounced in her chair as she surveyed the living room and the presents.

“You have x-ray vision and you haven’t looked at the presents?” Lena teased as she licked some batter from her finger and handed over the spatula.

“That wouldn’t be in the Christmas spirit, and I quite like the Christmas spirit.”

“Spirit or not,” the CEO huffed as she lifted the bowl and poured it into the tray. “I’m not baking anymore sweets. You have the metabolism of a greyhound, but I do not.”

“But you bake so well.”

“And I have a sweet tooth, which is not helped by you.”

“If we’re going to have a dinner tomorrow, we have to have something festive for dessert. It’s in all of the movies, Lena.”

“I’ve created a monster.”

Kara didn’t notice, or at least pretended not to as she happily licked the spatula and Lena wiped flour on her forehead again. Kara liked that part. She loved how carefree and un-put-together the normally immaculate woman could look when she stopped caring.

“I was doing research and I discovered a tradition,” Kara smiled.

“Another one? It’s Christmas Eve. I’m sure we’ve done them all by now.”

“In a country made of ice, they give books to each other and spend the evening reading to pass the time. It’s the first gift of the season.”

“And you got me a book?”

“I did,” Kara nodded. “Did you get me one?”

“I did.”

“Great minds are identical.”

“Yes,” Lena smiled as she slipped the cake into the oven and started washing. “But I’m too tired to read.”

“Can we still open a present?”

“Ah, so that was the root of it.” Kara just smiled and nodded, clearly found out and not at all deterred by it. “Go get mine and I’ll get yours.”

The dishes were shoved in the dishwasher, the ham was thawing for the following day, and Kara sprinted at superspeed until she was sitting on the couch with a gift in her lap, impatiently waiting. It happened in under a second, and yet she was too eager to realize that Lena was mortal and did not possess any powers at all.

“Are we going to have to do this every year?” Lena asked before she caught herself thinking about the future.

“Definitely,” Kara agreed with no hesitation.

Lena smiled to herself and accepted the gift and handed over her own. They opened them and smiled at each other, though neither recognized the book the other had picked.

“I’m excited to read this. Thank you,” Lena offered sweetly.

“I thought this was a movie?” Kara furrowed as she scanned her title.

“It was a book first.”

Gently, reverently even, Kara trailed her fingertips along the title of A Christmas Carol, and she looked back at Lena and nodded, as if it were the most important thing she’d ever done. It was this solemnity that made Lena happiest.

“I’m going to read it all tonight. Thank you for this tradition.”

“Thanks for all of the traditions,” Lena shrugged. “Why don’t you read some of it out loud. That’ll be a fresh spin on it.”

“Since you’re too tired to read,” she nodded, quickly opening the book.

Somewhere between the tenth page and the end, Lena drifted off to sleep with her cheek on Kara’s arm and her body pressed up against her’s. It was a compromising position, and she didn’t even notice. But Kara finished and felt Lena and didn’t want to move. Instead, she looked at the cute, exhausted girl and smiled as she pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around them both.

The fire died down and the cat stretched before readjusting, but Kara settled deeper into the couch until Lena grabbed her ribs and held onto her at a terrible angle. She didn’t move though. Just let her.

She wasn’t in her bed. Lena knew that before she opened her eyes, but still, she dug her nose into her pillow and growled a slight complaint about waking at all. The only difference this time, was that her pillow growled back and complained about her movements by adjusting beneath her.

Lena’s eyes shot open as she felt an arm squeeze tighter around her shoulders.

Half laying atop and half smothering the alien beneath her, Lena realized she fell asleep on Kara and then used her like a teddy bear. In what looked like an uncomfortable position, Kara swallowed her fate, her head tilted off to the side as she sat sideways.

“Merry Christmas,” Kara grumbled, not interested in getting up.

Only when she saw that she was staring at someone who was wake did Lena swallow and sit up, pushing away from Kara’s warm and safe arms. She wiped the drool from her chin and cleared her throat as she blinked and got her bearings.

“I’m sorry,” Lena started. “I fell asleep. You could have woken me up--”

“I fell asleep too,” Kara tried against a giant yawn. “And you were very tired.”

With a small smile, Lena cleared her throat and adjusted herself as best as possible. She pushed the blanket away and realized she really must have been tired, to pull it down onto herself and to burrow into Kara with no memory of it at all.

“Because it’s Christmas morning, does that mean we can open presents?”

Oblivious to the horror and embarrassment the CEO was facing, the alien smiled happily, eager to start her day. She had avoided thinking about it at all, and Lena envied it.

“Aren’t you hungry?” she teased.

“But presents.”

“I’ve given you so many presents.”

“But these are wrapped and they’re a surprise. You’ve given me boring things. Like clothes.”

“And what if those are clothes?” Lena teased as she re-tied her ponytail.

“At least I get to unwrap them.”

Her excitement was infectious and even though Lena was still groggy and still mortally embarrassed, she sighed and smiled and nodded. Even though she still needed coffee, even though her neck was tight and sore, even though everything wasn’t perfect and she didn’t know how to holiday, she followed Kara to the tree where they sat, cross legged and ready.

The gifts themselves were vast in their categories. Lena received lovely smelling perfume, much different than the one she owned, but somehow better. She got vinyl records and a new coffee mug and a very expensive watch that she instantly loved. There were weird odds and ends, but Lena was surprised by how thoughtful each gift was, and she could imagine Kara agonizing in the store about what things earthlings might need.

The gifts that Lena picked for Kara weren’t much more cohesive, but she wanted to give her anything that would make her feel more at home. There was a telescope and nice notebooks, video games, a camera, another sweater, and of course chocolate.

Somehow surrounded by a mountain of discarded wrapping paper, each sat with their gifts circling them and lingering in their laps. Still wearing the new toque that Lena got her, Kara smiled at the moment.

“This was, by far, the best first Christmas in the history of Christmases,” Kara ventured.

“I’m glad.”

“What about for you? How was it?”

“It was exceptionally perfect,” Lena promised.

“Do you think we can do it again next year?”

“For however long you’d like.”

Kara smiled to herself and nodded.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Between Meals

Summary:   No one is starving in this corner of the universe. Not if Edge has any say in it.

Notes:  I have a weird thing for Edge having issues about food and wanting to feed people. It's a thing.

Series: By Any Other Name, Stocking Stuffer

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Hunger wasn’t the same for a skeleton Monster as it was for most others. There was no growling tummy, no truly visible signs. Their gnawing ache came from somewhere deeper, one that lingered in the soul rather than the belly, and could only truly be detected if the one looking for it wasn’t afraid of the consequences of Checking.

It was how Red had concealed the worst of their childhood days from him. Edge hadn’t figured out what his brother was keeping secret until he had been old enough to do something about it, going to work for the guard to bring in extra money. Coming to this universe and discovering that Red’s height and HP weren’t the cost of years of borderline starvation was a source of guilt-stricken relief for Edge and always would be. He would never know exactly how much his brother had gone without to ensure he had been kept meagerly fed but the refrigerator in his home often held red-lidded containers filled with his brother’s favorites. Pasta swimming with sauce and cheese, chili con carne, loaded with peppers and perfect for spooning over the hot dogs that were always in one of the drawers.

Edge never told him they were there and Red never asked about them, and when the dishes were empty, Edge only washed them to be filled again. Stretch never mentioned it either, only moved the containers out of the way whenever he dug through the refrigerator for whatever Edge had left for him, in his own blue-lidded containers.

It wasn’t only his brother who fell prey to his urges. Whenever Stretch ended up surrounded by his neighborhood minions, Edge found himself giving in to the impulse to feed them.

None of these children were hungry, their cheeks were round and flush with health. They laughed and chased each other, made snowmen and had snowball fights, sprawled out to make angels in the piles of whiteness around their home.

Reminiscent of another home, a lifetime away.

He remembered other children, the wan, listless little ones of Snowdin whenever the supply lines failed, their hollow-cheeked parents worse off still and…Edge knew these children were not those ones. He knew it.

He still found time to bake treats for them. Healthy treats, apple oatmeal muffins and cookies made with wheat flour. Whole grain brownies that were devoured the moment he brought them out and donuts still warm from the fryer eagerly stolen.

Their glee when he offered them stilled a frantic little flutter in his soul, eased it. This was not Snowdin and these children were not starving, and with every snack Edge gave them, he proved it.

On Friday night, he and Stretch were lying on the sofa together. Rather, Edge was sitting, and Stretch was sprawled out, more in his lap than not, sighing as Edge gently stroked his skull with gloved fingertips. This was the third time they’d watch the Muppet Christmas Carol this month, but it was Stretch’s favorite and Edge couldn’t say he minded. Not when he got to have Stretch close to him, soft and warm and content. It really was the best part of his day.

The knock on the door was unexpected. Stretch stood up before he could, yawning.

“nah, stay there, keep the sofa warm. if i don’t move i’ll fall asleep.” He slouched his way over to the door. It was probably one of their brothers or possibly Papyrus. He’d been wanting to finish up the details on their Gyftmas day celebration and it was entirely possible he’d stop by.

He did not expect Stretch to say in surprise, “janice? is everything okay?”

“Oh, yes.” Came from the other side of the door, “I was hoping to speak with…ah, Edge!”

He had been on his feet before she could finish, wracking his memory for any reason his secretary could be on his doorstep on a Friday night. “What’s wrong?”

Janice gave him a warm smile and shook her head. Next to her was a child that Edge recognized as one that regularly came over for Stretch’s little events. “Oh, nothing at all! It’s just that my son has been telling me the two of you are feeding him on the weekends.”

“I…yes,” Edge said slowly. Her intent came into brutal focus. Surely she was here to ask him to stop and she was well within her right to do so. He should have asked the children to check with their parents to begin with, they weren’t his children, not his responsibility any more than the children in Snowdin had been and—

(He’d been the captain of the guard, his duty was to protect them, he’d failed them in the end, always failed them)

“Well, you can’t be the only one supplying these little Monsters with snacks,” Janice said cheerily. “Oscar and I made chocolate-banana muffins for them tomorrow.” She held out a package and numbly, Edge took it, feeling the light weight of the baked goods through the paper sack. “I thought I may as well bring them over now since they usually end up in your yard by noon. I heard there was an experiment this weekend?” She arched an eyebrow at Stretch.

“we aren’t blowing anything up,” Stretch assured her. His grin was probably not reassuring. “not yet.”

“So long as you aren’t blowing up the children,” she said dryly. “Anyway, have fun tomorrow!”

“I…thank you,” Edge managed.

“yeah, thank you!” Stretch said cheerily. He crouched down to Oscar’s level and the child seemed oddly shy in his mother’s presence. “gonna help me out tomorrow with the experiment?”

He nodded timidly and Stretch grinned. “good, i can always use an assistant. see you tomorrow, kiddo!”

“Good night!” Janice called, and she took her son by the hand and led him down the walkway.

Stretch closed the door behind them. “that was nice of her. think they’ll miss one of those tomorrow?”

He reached out for the bag and Edge instinctively held it out of reach. “This is for the children.”

“c’mon, i bet she made lots!” Stretch tried to reach around him, blinking as Edge planted a hand on his sternum and pushed him firmly back.

“There’s food in the kitchen. This is for the children,” Edge said, too sharply. He was being ridiculous, he knew he was, Janice had surely made plenty and yet…

His husband’s expression softened, the sudden understanding as painful as it was soothing. “it’s all good, babe. put them up, yeah? i bet the kids will like them tomorrow.”

He nodded slowly, fluttering anxiety in his soul easing, and walked away to do just that. The kitchen was quiet, empty, and he set the bag on the back of the counter, and hesitated.

The light from the refrigerator was stark as he opened it and each shelf was filled, with containers of finished food, with ingredients, plenty to eat for anyone who opened the door. There was a blue-lidded container of lemon bars on one shelf, Stretch’s favorite, and each one was cut the same size, carefully dusted with powdered sugar. Edge took the container out of the fridge, started to grab a plate and paused.

Instead, he took the entire container out to where Stretch was waiting for him.

His love could have as many as he wanted.

-finis-

[justsoyoudonthaveto]

Happy New Year Everyone! You may wonder why I’m still in Christmas world if it’s 2019 – but there are still 6 days left of the 12 Days of Christmas, so I will try to cram the rest of my DVR – and let’s not forget A Christmas Prince 2 – Royal Wedding – before Twelfth Night.  That being said, here we go with Christmas Wonderland – something I know nothing about other than it starts in NYC with a very wintry scene of Washington Square Park.

Our heroine, Emily Osment, plays Heidi, and she works at a gallery, with a Sassy Assistant who carries her coffee for her, and a boss who relies on her a lot. Heidi is also an artist, but her painting skills are not being used enough in the high stakes world of gallery running.

We cut to a small town high school class, with a dreamy history teacher who is also a hockey coach, and has a troubled student named Tom, who is troubled about something. Dreamy Teacher is also BFFs with the Vice Principal of the high school, and BFF guilts Dreamy Teacher into planning the Snowball Dance. I think high school dances in tv are just a lot more than the dances when I was in high school.

Troubled kid Tom has a nice home, with a sister, and parents who are realtors who just got asked to be speakers at a realtor convention – which means parents have to leave tomorrow! So mom is Heidi’s sister, and Heidi’s sister really wants Heidi to come home for 2 days to babysit. Heidi’s boss is very anti Heidi leaving, but Heidi promises to work from home, and be back in time for the office Christmas party, and oh my goodness, is this almost the same plot as Christmas Joy?

Home is Pleasant Valley, PA, and it’s way too snowy there for all this talk of global warming. Heidi takes a car home, and en route to her sister’s, she sees Dreamy Teacher on Main Street and ducks down in the back seat, so you know there’s history there. Heidi’s sister also sneaks in that Heidi also has to help with the Snowball Dance while she’s there, and that is above-and-beyond for 2 days of babysitting, so I call shenanigans on Heidi’s sister. Also, there is drama between Dreamy Teacher – named Chris Shephard – and Heidi and Heidi’s brother-in-law is right to be concerned about going down that memory lane, but Heidi’s sister poo-poo’s this concern and they leave Heidi alone in a very nice open concept home.

Heidi’s sister left recipes and food in the house but Heidi orders pizza. Yaaaaas, girl. But then Heidi heads to the PTA meeting, and Heidi meets up with Chris in the gym! Backstory here is that they dated in high school, and I’m thinking they broke up because he wanted to stay home in PA and she wanted to go to NYC and be an artiste – so he is suitably distressed when she admits that she doesn’t really paint anymore. BTW she is wearing horrendous shoes. But their shared upset at each other outweighs the need to fix the gym up for a dance, and Heidi leaves in a huff.

Next morning, kids are saying that their parents usually make them eggs and bacon and pancakes for breakfast before school, but I’m sorry, unless this is 1974 and their house is the Brady Bunch, no one really does that anymore, right? How else would General Mills and Kelloggs still corner the market on breakfast cereal? Anyway, Heidi says whatever, eat your generic cereal and then has to placate her freaking out boss over the phone – seems no one else can do anything at that gallery except Heidi.

A Chekov gun moment earlier about the broken dishwasher is going to bite Heidi in the ass as she turned the dishwasher on before she took the kids to school. And for some reason, I guess for a bigger reveal on the travesty of the dishwasher all over the Pergo flooring, Heidi heads to a diner to work on her laptop despite the fact that I’m pretty sure sister’s house has WiFi. But then we get Heidi meeting her old friend Erica, who is married to the BFF Vice Principal. We also hear that Chris had a book published on Mark Twain, so who’s looking good to Heidi now, hmmm? He looks so good to Heidi that she shows back up at the gym to help out – and the roof of the gym is leaking. Which matches the little lake that is awaiting them in their kitchen when the kids come back home from school.

Aunt Heidi is nice and encouraging to her 15 year old nephew – telling him to go after the girl he likes, but in a nice, non-threatening way. Then she is so overcome with nostalgia and art love that she gets all her painting supplies out of her sister’s closet, which are conveniently clearly labeled for her use – but before she can paint one stroke, she gets interrupted by a text from her boss. And wouldn’t you know it, her sister and brother-in-law can’t come home because of some kind of computer glitch, and Heidi has to bake cookies for her niece’s cookie sale and Heidi is useless in the kitchen, as seen by her very soupy sugar cookie mix. How do you do that????

Niece has a solo in an upcoming Christmas Pageant, and niece is freaking out about it, but in that secretive way of kids, she won’t tell anyone why she’s upset. When Heidi drops Tom off at the high school, she wanders into the gym to see the damage from the leaky roof – and no one stops her or asks her for ID or makes her get a visitor’s badge, so you know this high school exists in FantasyLand. Gym is off limits for a dance, and all the old decorations are ruined, but BFF Vice Principal gallantly assumes that Chris and Heidi will just work together to plan a new dance at a location to be named later. But Heidi has a life in NYC, BFF VP! Why can’t he figure this out – he’s the freaking VP. Anyway, Heidi and Chris agree to meet up later to brainstorm.

Heidi’s boss is not understanding about airport glitches, and totally depends on Heidi and is super annoyed that Heidi is not back at work. But Heidi is inspired to sketch while sitting on a bench in the middle of town. Then Heidi and Chris brainstorm about locations – they find one in a hotel a bit of a drive away from town. In a green-screen moment in his truck, they talk about their respective lives – and how they broke up with each other before college. He had wanted to be a hockey player, but he hurt his knee. His dreams were over, but her dreams could still come true – please don’t ever stop painting, Heidi. But maybe Chris should think of other things, like not running out of gas in the middle of nowhere PA where there is no cell service.

They are near a farm called Wonderland Acres, which is where they had their first date, and the nice man who takes them into a barn which is of course the perfect place to hold a dance except for the fact that it clearly has no heat.

Niece comes clean about why she’s upset – she is worried about remembering all the words to her song. And then Chris shows up to fix the broken dishwasher, and he is nicely encouraging to Niece about finding a rhythm for “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing” with a weird modern rendition of it. All this niceness has Heidi looking through her old yearbooks. Nothing in the world will send me back there.

Heidi’s sister still isn’t home. Not sure where the conference is, but they were driving to Atlanta, but there was bad weather there, so they are just driving back to PA, and she was stopped at a rest stop for lunch while Heidi and nephew Tom are eating breakfast. Excuse me but do the laws of time and space dissolve in this movie? They are all on Eastern Standard Time – how is mom eating lunch if son is eating more cereal before school?

Heidi has time to go see Niece rehearse her song – guess she’s not working that hard from home. She also has time to wander nostalgically into her grammar school art room. And again, she has no visitor pass or teacher escort. But this visit to the art room finally brings her back to her easel and canvas – why does her apron have so much paint on it when her hands don’t? I call shenanigans. Her picture is nice but totally looks like one of those paint-by-numbers things that my brother did for my mom one Christmas.

BFF VP is pointing out that Chris is a lot happier lately because Heidi is in town. But Chris says her life is in NYC and we want different things, etc. But it doesn’t stop them from shopping in BFF’s wife’s craft store –

where they sit in tiny chairs to decorate ornaments because they have a ton of time and not a whole barn to decorate and a mural to paint. But we get a nice montage of decorations and they get kiss blocked by Erica at the last moment.

Chris finally gets Heidi to agree to paint a 6 foot mural for decoration because she has nothing better to do. And after she dramatically falls off a tiny ladder she says she’s sorry for breaking up with him the way she did, and then they have a glitter fight, because that’s what you do when you have a heartfelt moment after a fall of a step-stool.

Old Man who owns the barn is a widower, and makes Heidi think that it’s maybe not a bad thing to be with a person who is your soul mate. She also is more inspired to paint again, and doesn’t really feel worried that her job is in jeopardy. She heads to the high school library which is absurdly decorated in garland and Christmas lights to do some research on past Snowball dances for her mural theme, and BFF VP gives her a copy of Chris’s Twain book. I just finished listening to Twain’s Feast – about Mark Twain and all his life and love of food. It was interesting, even if I have a hearty dislike of Twain because he cannot figure out the amazing awesomeness that is Jane Austen. Anyway.

She gets inspired by her old pictures of dancing couples – meanwhile Younger and Older Son are fighting over an outlet and Younger Son just hit Older Son in the nards, and I’m just sitting here observing.

She is an amazingly fast painter. It’s all done in like 2 seconds – or overnight – and it’s weird looking but whatever. We are 30 minutes from the end.

It’s gotten to the point where Heidi is ducking all of her boss’s calls. Oh Heidi, girl, you can kiss your job good-bye. The barn is almost all ready – they get to test out the dance floor but get kiss-blocked by Heidi’s boss – who is calling to tell her that Sassy Assistant took the picture of Heidi’s paint-by-numbers picture and put it on their website and now everyone in art loving New York wants to see more of Heidi’s work.

I HIGHLY DOUBT THIS CONVENIENT COINCIDENCE. And now Heidi’s boss is all about Heidi’s art career, but only if Heidi is back in NYC, and not stuck in her home town. Chris is suitably happy for her and her art, and suitably upset that her life is calling her back to NYC, even if she’ll miss this Snowball dance because of the office Christmas party.

Chris meets up with Heidi and the kids at the diner, and good news all around! Tom gets a date to the dance, and gives Chris the “sometimes you just have to go for it” speech, and then Heidi’s parents have shown up to take over babysitting duty. Next scene is the Christmas pageant, and after all of Niece’s angst about singing, all she had to do is one lousy verse of “Hark, the Herald” so what the hell, screenwriters. And the parents magically make it just as she sings her song, so all is right with the world. Now it’s time for Heidi to get back to NYC.

If we were playing the drinking game with this movie, we’d be emptying the container, because Heidi has the realization that what she thought she wanted – success and life in NYC – isn’t what she really wants – she wants to go to a small town high school dance with her boyfriend from 11 years ago. And I’d like to point out that the bed in her sisters’ guest room is bedecked with garland and Christmas lights at the foot – and that is just dumb.

Before she goes back to NYC, she heads to the barn for a final good-bye with Chris. Older Son is inquiring after the Sad Times – and just look at this face – of course he’s found them!

Heidi’s back in NYC and finally shows up at work – just in time for the Christmas Party, where she hands out gift bags and plays back-up to her boss. And she finally realizes that she’s not going to get ahead in her life in NYC and so she quits in the middle of the party. This is NOT how you quit a job responsibly, Heidi – but if she leaves right now, she can still make the dance.

The barn looks nice. BFF VP tells Chris to try and have fun even if Heidi isn’t there – but how much fun can a teacher chaperone have at a high school dance? Before he can ponder this question, Heidi shows up – in the same dress she wore to the party – so I’m confused how much she had to travel – how far away is Pleasant Valley, PA from NYC? I guess it doesn’t really matter, because they love each other and we’re done.

Emily Osment isn’t a bad actress, and this movie wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t amazingly fabulous either. But hey, it was familiar, and cozy, and warm, just like a Hallmark Christmas movie should be. So there’s that. I watched this one as a New Year’s gift to you – just so you don’t have to.

The Laws of Space and Time Do Not Apply in this movie! All of this, plus painting and small town dances. I watched Christmas Wonderland - just so you don't have to. Happy New Year Everyone! You may wonder why I'm still in Christmas world if it's 2019 - but there are still 6 days left of the 12 Days of Christmas, so I will try to cram the rest of my DVR - and let's not forget…

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Cabin Fever

Summary: The reader and the boys take a break from hunting for the holidays to head up to an out of the way cabin to meet up with some friends and have an old fashioned Christmas together...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 8,000ish

Warnings: none

A/N: This is a sweet little holiday fic with nothing but fluff. A super special thank you to @arryn-nyxx for creating this aesthetic! 

Your nose was cold the second you stepped out of the warm Impala and into the frigid air. The sound of the snow crunching under your boots was familiar and you took a deep breath, the air fogging up as you exhaled. There was a light snow drifting down and apart from the sound of the boys closing their doors and opening the trunk, it was dead silent in the woods.

There was a thin layer of snow on top of the other cars, a storm supposed to head in later that evening that would bury you in. The three of you had gotten a late start that morning but Dean promised you’d get there before the roads were closed. You’d fish tailed it once but Sam assured you in the middle of his laughing that Dean was doing it on purpose, supposedly taking the younger Winchester out on back roads to do it when they were barely old enough to drive.

“Y/N!” you heard Dean say, your head spinning around from the forest to watch a snowball hit you in the chest. The brothers were standing side by side, both of them pointing at each other.

“I wonder who threw it,” you said, cocking your head at Dean. His jaw dropped as Sam clapped his hands together and grabbed his bags.

“But Sam...I tried to warn you!” said Dean, your eyebrow raise hidden by your hat. “I did!”

“Who’s always teasing me at home? I mean you both do but this has Dean written all over it,” you said, bumping his hip as you walked over and tugged on your stuck duffel, Dean reaching in to help you. 

“Y/N,” said Sam, poking you in the cheek. You stood up straight and felt Dean move your arms, sliding your backpack over your shoulders while Sam started to laugh. “It was totally Dean.”

“Was not,” said Dean, pulling Sam’s hat down over his face, mouthing that it was definitely Sam. You rolled your eyes, no way to ever know with those two. You reached for your duffel once it was free but Dean threw it over his shoulder, carrying his bag and your own. 

“So the small presents and cards are in the backpack,” said Sam, staring at the boxes in the trunk. “Think we can do this is one trip?”

“No but we’ll try,” said Dean, holding out his arms. You piled a few things on top, Sam giving you your own batch before you headed up the driveway. The front door was open by the time you got there, someone taking the items from your arms.

“Hey!” said Charlie, giving you a quick hug after you set down the boxes. “Let the boys finish with the heavy stuff.”

“You won’t hear any complaints from me,” you said, flashing Dean a wink as he headed back out. You saw him smirk and bend down when he was outside, clumping some snow together and throwing it just as you got the front door shut. You quickly pulled it open to get hit in the shoulder with one. “No snowballs in the house!”

“It’s not our house,” said Dean with a smirk, tossing another one up and down as Sam went past. He waited until Sam was setting the boxes down and coming back for the last of them before he zeroed in on him, getting him in the face.

“Oh, it’s on,” said Sam, running outside, Dean taking off back to the car for cover.

“Boys,” said Charlie, shutting the door to keep the cold out. The house was warm and you could tell a candle was going somewhere. Or else someone had just finished baking something amazing smelling. “Come on, let’s go pick out your room before they get back.”

You grabbed your duffel and followed her up the stairs just off the foyer, looking into the family room as you went. Kevin and Cas were trying to put the lights on the tree from the looks of it, Benny sitting in a chair giving them a thumbs up while he sipped on a beer.

It was your and Charlie’s idea to try this out. You were well aware you had a misfit family. A prophet, hacker, ex-vampire, angel, cops and hunters sounded like a bad joke but those were the people that were in your lives and cared about you. A late night talk with Charlie sparked the thought of getting everyone together for the holidays.

For some it was an easier idea to sell to than others. When Dean was the only hold out, you wore him down by making a fresh pie every week all fall. Cherry, pumpkin, pecan, key lime, blueberry...at least by the end of it, Dean had started coming in to help you. It took some time but he too eventually started to look forward to the time away from hunting and having a week to spend with his favorite people.

“So...” said Charlie when you finally found a room with a pretty view of the snow covered backyard. “There may be some mistletoe hidden around here somewhere.”

“Charlie...” you said, her grin wide as she leaned in your doorframe.

“You know, Dean could stay in here too...” she said, dodging the pillow you were throwing at her. “I am getting you two together before everyone goes home whether you like it or not.”

“We’re just friends,” you said, Charlie shrugging and heading out into the hall. “Friends, Charlie!”

“Uh huh,” she said, tossing your pillow back. You heard feet coming up the stairs, Dean and Sam both sporting red cheeks and noses. “You children done?”

“For now,” said Dean, poking his head in your room. “Jeez, this place is nice.”

“Do you know how hard it was to find a place that would sleep ten this late in the year? In a cabin style home per grumpy Dean Winchester’s demand?” said Charlie.

“I knew I had bargaining power. I used it,” said Dean, glancing around with a smile. He gave you a fast glance and looked down, biting his bottom lip as you recalled that conversation.

“Y/N, it’s so stupid. Why would we go pay money to sleep in someone else’s house when the bunker has plenty of room? I’m not convinced on this whole holiday thing,” said Dean, sipping on his whisky while he helped you organize a few things in the library.

“Because Dean,” you said, stealing his glass and drinking the rest yourself. “I love the bunker, I do. It’s our home. But there’s no hunting during this break and getting a group of hunters together in a lore filled library? That’ll last two minutes. Don’t you want to have a cozy Christmas where you can wake up to see it snowing out the window? Where you can go have snowball fights outside and decorate the house and it doesn’t look like a bomb shelter underneath it all?” 

“What’s your dream Christmas then?” he asked, stealing your cup of cocoa and taking a long drink.

“Just a nice cabin that’ll look pretty with a few presents under a tree. Nothing fancy just...something that feels like we’re in a place we can relax,” you said.

“Call Charlie,” he said as he stood. He put your mug back in front of you and ruffled your hair. “I want that too.”

“Why?” you asked, tilting your head back, Dean giving you a barely there smile.

“You lit up just now talking about it. It’ll make you happy and you’ve got a point about the bunker. I’m sure everyone else will love it too,” said Dean.

“What do you want?” you asked, Dean pursing his lips before he laughed. “What?”

"Get the cabin, Y/N. I’d really like to have a Christmas there too.”

“Jody said dinner’s in an hour if you guys want to help with decorating,” said Charlie, patting Sam on the arm. “We saved the high stuff for the tall guys.”

“Of course, you did,” said Sam. “Were we the last ones to show up?”

“Benny, Kevin, Cas, Jody, Bobby, me, you guys...just waiting on Donna,” said Charlie. “The girls got invited to stay with a friend so Jody let them go have some fun without us old timers.”

“She just knew we don’t have to behave this way,” said Dean with a grin.

“Since when have you ever behaved?” you asked, skirting past them to check out the rest of the house.

“Never,” said Dean. You spun around and saw Dean shrugging, Sam and Charlie, crossing their arms behind him and giving you a smile.

“Shut up,” you said, Dean turning around to find Charlie walking away, Sam on her heels. “Never mind.”

“I got the room next door,” said Dean, looking up and down the hall. “I’ll admit this is much nicer than the bunker would have been.”

“If you’re not having a good time, you don’t have to pretend for my sake,” you said, Dean rolling his eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a hug, lifting you off the ground.

“I am. You know me, stubborn as you,” he said, setting you down. “Let’s go say hi to everyone, sweetheart.”

“Jody, this was delicious,” you said, stealing a scoop of mashed potatoes off of Dean’s plate as he stole a piece of chicken from yours. “I was going to eat that!”

“The chicken is at the other end of the table,” he said, pointing that direction and stealing your roll. 

“Idjit,” said Bobby, smacking Dean in the back of the head. He whined and put it back, reaching across the table for the basket.

“Ha ha,” you said, getting one your own whack from Bobby. “Ow.”

“Grown ass children,” muttered Bobby, handing you the plate of chicken. More platters and bowls of food got passed around, everyone getting their fill of seconds in no time at all. Until you brought the pie you’d heated in the oven out that as and you stuffed yourselves even further.

“So, supreme Christmas overlords,” said Dean, nudging you and pointing a fork at Charlie. “We get to open any presents tonight or what?”

“We were planning on little things tomorrow night,” you said, Charlie humming as she chewed on a gingerbread cookie. “We’ll save the rest for Christmas morning.”

“What about stockings?” asked Benny. “I used to love doing the stockings. Candy canes, lil treats, you know what I’m talking about, the window dressing bits.”

“Y/N was in charge of those,” said Charlie, Benny looking like a real life teddy bear over at you.

“I got them in my backpack to put up later,” you said, giving him a wink. “I got a little something special for you Mr. Lafitte.”

“I knew you would, darlin’,” he said, happily going back to dessert. You helped  Kevin with clean up but were quickly shoved out of the kitchen to finished decorating. You went to work on the stockings, nearly done when Dean came in with a laugh.

“You put our names on them? Now I feel bad about my crappy wrapping jobs,” he said, nodding to under the tree where a few of the boxes looked slightly off.

“No one cares if it’s not perfect,” you said, tilting the stocking and then moving it back. You felt his hands on yours stop moving it and pull them away. He bent down and handed you the next one, giving you a friendly smirk.

“No one cares if it’s not perfect,” he mimicked, handing over the last one before he stepped back. “Look at us, our weirdo hunting family with stockings hung on the mantle. Nice touch on the angel wings for Cas.”

“Eh, I almost got him a different one but decided why pass up the opportunity,” you said. Dean hummed and went over to the one with his name, running his hand over the soft flannel. “You like the squirrel?”

“It’s cute,” he said, walking along and examining each one, playing with the antlers on Sam’s for a few moments. “Sorry I was a dick about this, when you brought it up at first I mean. This is really nice actually, like really nice. I didn’t know Bobby could even smile like that.”

“You barely let me make you a birthday cake last year. I figured this would take some convincing,” you said, plopping down on the couch. Dean took a seat next to you and fiddled with his hands. “No need to apologize.”

“I bet you got everyone a really heartfelt and personal present that they never knew they wanted too,” he said. You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Any hints?”

“Nope. Don’t go peeking either or you’ll get coal in your stocking,” you said. Dean threw his arm over your shoulder and gave you a light noogie, pulling back when you heard footsteps in the room. 

“The others are about to play a game of Twister if you’d like to join us,” said Cas, hearing the trample of feet moving furniture in the back den. “Although I don’t see how that will turn out well considering everyone’s current blood alcohol levels.”

“Makes it more fun, Cas,” you said, pulling Dean to his feet. You saw Jody wander through a different room and peak out the front window. “Something up Jody?”

“The road up here is closed according to the scanner. We’re officially snowed in until they open up again in a few days,” she said, some heavier snow drifting down from the looks of it.

“Well, we got firewood, food and booze. We’re all set,” said Dean, walking over and stealing her radio out of her hand.

“Winchester,” she said, Dean smiling and pointing back at you. 

“Boss said no work on this trip,” said Dean, turning it off. “I’d listen to Y/N. She’s a tough one.”

“Do I have to go mom mode on you two?” said Jody, missing when Dean tossed the radio to Cas.

“Go hide that somewhere buddy. Jody can have it back when he head home next week,” said Dean, Cas gone and back two seconds later.

“You’re making breakfast in the morning,” she said, grabbing Cas and leaving you with a pouting Dean.

“I’ll do the eggs if you want to handle the bacon?” you asked, Dean sighing in relief. “Do the maple syrup thing, that tastes awesome.”

“I suppose since it’ll be Christmas Eve and all I can make the special kind,” he said, throwing an arm over your shoulder and giving you a fast hug before trotting off. You followed him to the kitchen, hanging by the doorway as he checked the pantry that there was some. “What’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“Probably do some stuff outside if the snow isn’t too heavy. Charlie had a surprise for everyone that even I’m not sure of yet,” you said, Dean leaning on the other side of the doorframe. “Otherwise we can do whatever we want. Movies, baking, games...nothing. It’s great.”

“I spotted a tub of cookie dough in the fridge if you wanted to come down after everyone goes to sleep,” he said, a devilish smile on his face as he ran a hand through his hair. “No one will notice.”

“You’re on Winchester,” you said, hearing a grunt down the hall.

“Do I have to report you two?” asked Donna, coming down to join you. “Unless you’re willing to share.”

“I think we can add another to the cookie club pack,” you said, Dean laughing to himself. “We meet a midnight in the kitchen and feign innocence whenever possible.”

“Fight club rules?” asked Donna, Dean nodding approvingly. “See you two later then. Come play after you two finish kissing. Did you know Kevin can bend like a little ole pretzel?”

“Kiss?” you said, Dean echoing the same words as Donna pointed upwards. Stuck above the doorframe was a little piece of green decoration with a red bow.

“Mistletoe. You got to do it,” she said with a grin. “I’ll save you spots for next round.”

When she was gone, Dean swallowed and gave you a shy look, leaning away from the doorframe and stepping into the kitchen.

“We don’t have to,” said Dean, pulling you away. “Let’s go have some fun.”

“Awesome,” you said, walking by his side, doing your best to not seem disappointed. Did you really want to be kissing Dean because some old tradition said to? No, not really. Charlie was the one person on earth who sort of knew you liked Dean in a different way but even then, you kept most of it to yourself. You weren’t sure if he was at a place to have a relationship like that and you certainly weren’t pushing him, especially not when you were supposed to be having a relaxing holiday together.

When you got in the den and found Charlie, you pulled her aside, her face definitely reflecting the look on yours. She made an excuse to grab refills for everyone, sighing when you were alone in the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, peaking her head down the hall. “He a bad kisser? I mean it’s Dean, I figured he’d at least be-”

“No we didn’t kiss. Charlie, I love you girl but take that mistletoe down and don’t pull anything else. I want this to be a happy Christmas for everyone. Including Dean,” you said, putting on puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“If it’s going to make you upset, I’ll take the one in the dining room down,” she said, rolling her eyes, holding her palms up. You squinted your eyes and she gave it right back. “What?”

“No, I meant the one in the kitchen,” you said, pulling her along with you, pointing up at where it sat over the doorframe.

“I didn’t put that there,” she said. You cocked your head and she went wide eyed. “It must have been someone else!”

“If you’re lying-”

“I’m not! Someone else must be trying to get you two together too,” she said, grin to match the grinch’s spreading on her face. “Or maybe Dean put it there himself...”

“He looked mortified and ran away when he realized we were under one,” you said. “Cool it Charlie, for his sake.”

“Well, I’ll take them down but don’t blame me if you wake up and they’re there again.”

“Morning,” said Dean, wearing a black tee and his navy flannel bottoms, working on cracking the eggs into a bowl. 

“Morning,” you said, tying your hair back in a messy bun, your eyes spotting mistletoe over the doorframe you knew for a fact wasn’t there the night before when you’d finished up the games. “Anyone else up yet?”

“Just us,” he said with a yawn. “I made coffee.”

“A gift from Chuck is what you are,” you said, ruffling his already messy hair as you grabbed a mug and poured yourself a cup, watching the snow come down softly outside. “Looks like we got about six inches last night. Probably another six during the day if this keeps up.”

“Plenty of fresh snow to have a decent snowball fight,” he said, reaching an arm around you to grab a whisk off the counter. “Same team?”

“You know Charlie is going to make it girls versus boys,” you said, taking a sip and burning your tongue, Dean giggling under his breath at you. “Jody and Bobby will probably watch.”

“Double agent for us then?” he asked, eyes darting down to your tongue poking out between you lips for a brief moment.

“You’ll have to wait and see, Winchester” you said, Dean moving around you to wash his sticky hands in the sink. “I told you I’d get the eggs.”

“You worked so hard on everything else. You’ve barely sat and relaxed. I can scramble a few dozen eggs, sweetheart,” he said, pecking a kiss to your forehead. He lingered too long and pulled away much too fast in your opinion before he was humming to himself. “You can get the bacon out if you want and then wake up the masses.”

“Will do,” you said, going to the fridge and pulling out the plate, putting it by the stove for Dean.

“Hey, Y/N?” asked Dean as you started to head back down the hall to give everyone a shout. “You forgot the maple syrup.”

“Oh yeah,” you said, going back to get it. “I totally forgot about that.”

“You love it. How could you forget that?” he asked, wiping off his hands and squeezing some onto the pan.

“My mind was somewhere else I guess,” you said, Dean laying a few strips down, not wanting to share how your skin still tickled from his scruffy jaw on you a minute before. You moved beside him and got the eggs in another pan, Dean wincing when he forget. “Probably should have done the eggs first. I guess you aren’t the only one day dreaming.”

“I got this,” you said, moving a spatula around. “Think if we yell they’ll hear us?”

“Only one way to know,” said Dean, giving you a smirk.

A minute later you heard people shouting back and grumbling, feet pounding down the stairs.

“Dude! It’s eight in the morning! Sleep in much?” asked Sam, his hair sticking out sideways. Dean giggled as you buried your face in his shoulder to try and hide your own. “Oh shut up dorks. You both got way worse bedhead going on.”

“Would you mind helping with the plates, Sammy?” you asked, his hands running through his hair to try and fix it. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, going to a cupboard and pulling them out, setting them on the counter, taking a deep sniff. “Maple bacon? Well I wouldn’t have complained if I knew we’re getting that.”

“That’s what I thought,” said Dean, pointing his spatula at him. “Now out of the kitchen while the chefs work.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” said Sam, heading down the hall to open the blinds.

“How much you want to bet he wakes up early acting like a little kid on Christmas morning tomorrow?” you asked, nudging Dean but getting a strange face back. “Wait, he’s never had a normal Christmas. You barely had one.”

“He’s looking forward to tomorrow more than you realize, Y/N. We all are,” said Dean. “But the only sappy thing allowed in my kitchen is more syrup.”

“You got it boss,” you said, squeezing more down in the pan, going back to the eggs, bumping back and forth into Dean as you worked. “Eggs are just about set.”

“Plenty of bacon too,” he said, holding a plate of it up. “First dibs before the horde comes for it.”

“Mm, best Christmas ever so far,” you said, munching on a piece and not wanting to fight back the moan.

“I’m sure it’s bound to get even better today.”

“How about the Winchesters, Kevin and Benny team up and us girls will take Cas off your hands? Five minutes to prep?” asked Charlie later that day out in the backyard. You shot Dean a look, his face scrunching up at you. “Uh uh, she and that arm of hers is ours, Winchester.”

“We’ll see about that,” said Dean, patting Cas on the shoulder as he headed over to your side of the yard. “No angel powers buddy.”

Five minutes later you had a good amount of snowballs stacked up, Cas creating them more quickly than you could do on your own. Donna had come up with a fast and efficient ambush plan that was so below the belt your forgot what a sweetheart she was for a moment.

“Y/N, you’re our clincher,” said Donna, tossing a piece of snow up and down. “Just got to get them out in the open and then we’ll reign down on them.”

“I got this,” you said, fist bumping them each as you heard Jody open the back door and shout that your time was up. You grabbed a ball just in case and headed into the woods a ways, cutting around the yard until you were sneaking up behind the boys, Dean acting as a lookout for their side it seemed like. “Got you, Winchester.”

You threw your ball and saw it impact against the coat. You collected more snow and ran over to the trees carefully, quickly spotting there was only a jacket there and nothing more.

“Hi,” you heard behind you, just in time to get pelted with a ball. You ducked down and saw the jacket move away, your feet trying to book it out of there before Dean got it back on. You were too slow though and felt a pair of big arms wrap around you and lift you up, carrying you over to a different set up trees to hide behind. “What did I teach you about the obvious approach, Y/N?”

“Donna’s plan, not mine,” you said, as you squirmed a little but stopped, glancing your head back with a smile. “Want to let me go, bestie?”

“Nah, bestie,” said Dean with an equally large grin, his arms around you like you were in a big bear hug. “You’re too valuable to give up like that.”

“What are you boys up to?” you asked, Dean loosening his grip a little to take the ball out of your hand.

“Watch and you might get through this without snow down your shirt sweetheart,” he teased, walking out to the clearing in the yard. “We got your present! Come on, let’s do this like professionals!”

“We got your presents too!” shouted Charlie, the three other men appearing from around the house, holding snowballs and wearing big grins.

“I was a decoy!” you shouted back, Charlie laughing as Dean started to drop his arms from around you.

“We couldn’t trust you!” said Donna, Dean releasing his hold completely.

“Uh, Y/N...I think we’ve been played,” said Dean, backing up when you saw your friends start charging.

“Yup, definitely that,” you said, chasing after him as you ran around the house, no match for that many snowballs being tossed in your direction. You eventually surrendered after getting hit more than a few times and settled on making a  snowman in the front yard, Cas laughing to himself when he made a snow angel. Jody and Bobby were rolling their eyes though when you came in shivering.

“Okay everybody, put your wet stuff by the furnace in the cellar to dry. Bobby made cocoa,” she said, holding up her hands at you and Dean. “Dumb and dumber go take warm showers, you’re both shaking.”

You went to protest but she scowled and pushed you both towards the stairs. You knew your shirt was wet and Dean’s likely as well, Jody’s mom face scary enough to do as told. After getting out of most of your clothes, you ran upstairs with Dean hot on your tail, both vying for the bathroom first. You had your fresh clothes and small bag with you when you saw him walking inside.

“Two minutes, sweetheart,” he said. You went back to your room and stood by the heater, Dean knocking on your door three minutes later with a towel around his waist, water droplets all over his skin. “You’re all set.”

“Did you even warm up?” you asked, Dean smiling as you followed him down the hall.

“Yeah. You like hot showers. You don’t have to worry about using it up now,” he said, hands on your shoulders pushing you inside, your mind going back to a few months ago. “Get out of those wet clothes now and warm up for me.”

“Y/N! Inside, now!” Dean half-shouted at you. You knew you looked like a poor wet puppy dog, shivering and soaking wet as Dean sat you down in a chair, rushing into the motel bathroom.

“F-Fine. I’m-mmm, f-f-fine,” you stuttered out, Dean pulling you into the bathroom fast, putting you under the hot shower fully clothed. You winced and he turned the heat down, pulling your arms away from yourself, getting himself soaked in the process.

“You were in the woods in the freezing rain in practically no clothes all day, sweetheart. We have got to warm you up,” said Dean, your tank and pajama shorts clinging to your body as you reluctantly let him keep you under the water. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let it follow me back here, let it take you and leave you for dead.”

“M’just c-c-cold-d-d,” you managed to get out, Dean moving the temperature warmer when he saw you reaching to turn it up.

“Stay here and I’ll find you some warm clothes,” said Dean, scurrying out and back a minute later, your sweatpants, some underwear, a long sleeve and one of his thick flannels in his arms. “Are you okay if I run and get you some hot food quick?”

You nodded and he left, pulling the door shut, your body regaining some feeling again after a while. When all the hot water was gone, you threw your hair in a towel and got dressed, padding out to find the heat in the room was cranked up. You crawled in one of the beds and curled up into a ball, some of the cold sticking with you unfortunately.

“Hey, sweetheart,” said Dean a little while later, your eyes cracking open to find him placing the blankets from the other bed on top of you. “I got you some tomato soup.”

You were expecting a can or one of those microwave cup soups but he brought over a mug looking container and peeled the top off, sticking in a straw. You took a slow sip and were surprised when it was hot, flavorful but hadn’t burnt your tongue off. You gave Dean a tired smile while he held it for you as you drank up, your body more than happy for the inner warmth. When you shook your head that you were done, Dean put it aside and got you some water, brushing his thumb over your flush cheeks.

“There you go. You got some color back in you,” he said, tucking your blankets in tight. “How about you get some sleep and we’ll head home when you’re feeling better?”

“Thanks,” you said softly, shutting your eyes. “For getting me.”

“There was no way you could have gotten out yourself. It’s my fault,” he said, clicking off the light.

“S’not,” you said, bumping his hand with your head. “Monster’s fault.”

“Okay, Y/N,” he said, kissing your forehead. “You’re safe now and that’s all that matters.”

You pulled the door shut after you and shed your wet items, sighing when you were under the hot spray, Dean leaving it up for you on the gentle setting how he knew you liked. It was twenty minutes later when you were standing in front of the mirror with the hair dryer going, Dean knocking on the door before you opened it up.

“I left my...” he said, pointing to his wet jeans and boxers shoved in the corner.

“I’ll put them in the laundry with my stuff,” you said, Dean scooping them up and your clothes, returning a minute later. “Did you put them in?”

“Uh huh,” he said, his hand on your wrist moving the dryer up to wave over his damp hair. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“Go to your stocking and get the blue and white striped package and bring it back up,” you said. Dean gave you control of your hand again and went down stairs, coming up with the present in his hands as you nodded. “Open it.”

“Y/N, this is awesome. I thought they were sold out until next year,” he said, pulling the oversized wool hat down over his head. “So much warmer already.”

“You always steal my one at home. I figured I’d get you one,” you said, Dean smiling down at you.

“I love it,” he said, taking the trash away and returning a moment later with his hoodie on and another one in his hands. “I brought the one you like to steal from me all the time since you’re always cold.”

“Ah, best friend ever,” you said, turning off the dryer and putting the sweatshirt on. Dean must have grabbed your hat from your room and soon he was pulling it down over your head, patting it satisfied that you would be toasty warm soon. “Do you think there’s any cocoa left?”

“There better be,” he said, following after you as you cleaned up the bathroom quick and headed down. You saw another bit of mistletoe was under the landing on the stairs, Dean’s groan obviously checking him off the list of culprits. “Who’s doing that?”

“I thought it was Charlie at first but now I don’t have a clue,” you said. “Just ignore them.”

“Will do,” he said, both of you quickly bypassing it and getting cocoa from the kitchen, more than a few people staring at their stockings as you headed into the front room.

“Yes, everyone can take one thing from their stocking tonight,” you said, everyone diving in fast. You saw Dean go to yours and pull out a red package, your face scrunching up.

“You aren’t buying your own stocking stuffers, sweetheart,” he said with a smile. “Merry Christmas Eve.”

You could hear paper shredding in every direction as you took your time to undo yours, grinning up at Dean as you held up the flannel wool socks.

“I know it's a sucky present but your feet are like ice,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You always say they get so cold.”

“I love them, Dean,” you said, tearing off the packaging and slipping them on, sighing as your toes instantly started to get some heat back in them. “My feet really love them.”

“Your actual presents are much better, I promise,” he said. You leaned up and grabbed his hand, pulling him to sit on your lap, getting a care free laugh that was rare from those lips as he crushed you.

“I love it,” you said, distinctly aware that the room had started to go quiet. “Is anybody else still freezing or just us?”

“Let’s get a fire going,” said Charlie, her face staying neutral much to your thanks. People started to break off after that, some to watch movies, others to play games or take a nap before dinner, leaving you and Dean alone, his body starting to make you forget you were ever cold in the first place.

“Cookies?” asked Dean.

“Now you’re talking.”

“Blanket for you,” said Dean, tossing one and then another over your body late that night, the wind whipping outside, the lights flickering every so often. “How long before the power goes out you think?”

You heard the hum of electricity stop and a generator kick on for the fridge, Dean laughing.

“You just had to say it,” you said. Dean put another log on the fire and sat down beside you, pulling his own blankets over himself. “Of course we picked the two rooms with electric heat.”

“We can always crash on the floor of Sammy’s,” said Dean, stretching his legs out.

“We share a room with him all the time. I’m sure he wants a bit of privacy,” you said, throwing your feet up on the ottoman, brushing Dean’s but thankful they weren’t so cold now. “This couch is extremely comfy.”

“Yeah it is,” said Dean, nuzzling down so he was laying, resting his head on your shoulder. “You’re comfy too.”

“Uh huh,” you said, slumping your own body down, laying your head against your pillow, Dean’s head right there on your shoulder in favor of using his own pillow. He shifted closer and let out a sigh, looking up with puppy dog eyes. “You drink too much egg nog? You’re kind of silly.”

“I’m mostly sober and you’re very cuddly,” said Dean, closing his eyes, a big smile on his face. “Let’s do this again.”

“The holiday thing or the cuddle thing?” you asked, shifting closer to Dean even if it wasn’t really possible. His eyes fluttered open and you saw them go to your lips, cautiously raising to meet yours.

“The holiday thing,” he said quietly, his hot exhale fanning over your face.

“Yeah,” you said, staring at the soft pink lips less than an inch away, moving your own eyes back to find his were down again. “We should do this stuff more often.”

“Y/N,” said Dean, swallowing thickly. His face was partly hidden in the shadows, his normal tells shrouded.

“Yeah,” you said, Dean licking his lips.

“They were all doing the mistletoe thing,” he said. His head leaned forward a sliver, yours staying put in case it was nothing. “I got it out of Sammy earlier.”

“I figured,” you said. Dean’s eyes finally moved up to meet yours, darker and brighter than you were used to. “Charlie probably talked him into it, them all into it.”

“He talked her into it he said,” said Dean with a tiny head shake. “Sorry. I know we’re just friends.”

“Just friends,” you said, Dean nodding as he swiped his tongue over his lips again. “Dean.”

He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to you, not moving at all, simply letting it linger before he moved back. He found it in himself to look you in the eye and catch you smile. He moved in again, kissing you with confidence and a sweet possessiveness you weren’t ready for but melted into. You pulled up your blanket and he rolled on top of you, cupping your cheek. He was blushing when you ran a thumb over his cheek, one of you smiling every so often until you had to stop and get a handle of yourselves. He slowed it down and went back to laying beside you, kissing you long and deep, your need for air the only thing forcing you apart.

“So...” you said, his forehead resting on yours, his nose nuzzling your own. “About that just friends thing...not really working for me.”

“Me either,” he laughed. “Now that I’ve got a taste, I can’t go back.”

“What are we going to do about that?” you teased, Dean stealing a quick kiss, pulling your body flush with his.

“Wait,” he said. You furrowed your brow, Dean smiling as you went still. A few seconds later you heard a clock chime midnight. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Dean,” you said, Dean throwing an arm over your waist as you settled back in for bed.

“Do you want to make my Christmas and try this whole dating thing?” he asked, only a sliver of nervousness hidden under his light voice.

“Favorite present ever,” you said, Dean giving you a tight embrace. “I got a boyfriend this year.”

“I got a girlfriend,” said Dean softly. “Although the boyfriend thing is better than the socks.”

“I really did like them Dean. It was thoughtful,” you said, burrowing yourself into his warmth. “Nothing beats boyfriend though.”

“Probably not, but you haven’t opened your other presents yet,” he teased, kissing you one more time like he couldn’t get enough. “Night, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Dean.”

“Well, well, well,” said Sam, standing behind the back of the couch, smiling down at you and Dean as you stirred awake, spotting the lights back on the tree and in the house. “Merry Christmas big spoon, little spoon.”

“Merry Christmas Sammy,” said Dean, flipping you around and giving you a short kiss. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“Back at ya,” you said, looking up to see Sam with a hesitant smile. “You can stop hanging mistletoe now. We’re kind of a couple.”

“Charlie! You owe me twenty bucks!” shouted Sam, wearing a huge grin as you saw the sun just barely out through the windows.

“Oh come on!” you heard her say as she pounded down the stairs, staring at you and Dean as you got up and started folding up your blankets to make room for the rest of them that would be joining any minute you figured. “Please, please tell me you did it last night.”

“Woah girl, we’ve been dating like eight hours, not doing it on the couch for everyone to see. He’s got to buy me dinner first,” you teased, Dean smacking your bottom lightly.

“She thought she could do it by Christmas Eve,” said Sam, Charlie crossing her arms “Pay up, red.”

“Eh, I think it’s close enough. You should be paying me,” she said, Sam’s jaw dropping.

“No, you lost,” he said, poking her in the chest. “You give-”

“Where’s breakfast?” asked Bobby, trudging down the stairs with a scowl. “You woke me up so there better be food waiting in that kitchen by the time I get there.”

“We’ll eat after presents,” you said, heading down the hall. “But first...coffee.”

“That’s my girl,” said Dean, Bobby rolling his eyes at him but offering you a small smile when Dean had his back turned.

“Not you too Bobby,” you said, his shoulders moving up and down.

“Well everyone else was doing it,” he said. “I’ll take mine black.”

By the time you had the stragglers downstairs and everyone’s coffee order done, you had a santa hat on your head and a smile on your face. Someone told you to take a seat as presents and stockings started to get passed around, everyone getting their own piles going before you dug in.

You got a few things you weren’t expecting, all of them that would certainly be put to good use. You were about to ask Dean how he liked his main present, a weekend pass to a big muscle car show in the spring he talked about every once in a while, when he looked like he was having a heart attack.

“I left yours at home,” he said, nothing under the tree apart from some shreds of paper. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you said, giving his hand a squeeze. “More to look forward to later on. Now how about you, you like that?”

“It’s perfect,” said Dean, holding up the two badges. “Who’s the other one for?”

“Whoever you want,” you said, originally thinking Sam would be his first pick but Sam shaking his head and pointing at you.

“I can’t wait to go with you,” he said, kissing your cheek. “I always wanted to.”

“You’re allowed to have nice things Dean. Speaking of which...why don’t you open the green one?”

“Dean,” you said, poking your head in his room that night after dinner. “Come on, we’re watching a movie. No hiding away in here.”

“We aren’t out of here until after New Years,” he said, standing by his bag, staring down at it.

“Are you still upset about leaving my present behind? I will gladly open it when we get home,” you said, stepping inside and giving him a hug. “You’re only human. I got plenty today. It’s 100 percent no big deal, Dean.”

“Yeah, I guess,” he said, pulling back, a big grin forming on his face. “You’re cute when you’re all navie.”

“You did not,” you said, looking around the room, Dean laughing to himself. “Alright, Winchester, where is it?”

“Maybe I’ll just let you figure that out on your own,” he said, watching you walk to the other side of the room and grunt. You came back and he hummed, laughing to himself until you were standing in front of him. “Need a hint?”

“Yes please,” you said, wrapping your arms around him.

“Look up,” he said. You giggled when you saw the mistletoe covered bag hanging from the ceiling fan. Dean gave you a long kiss before picking you up and lifting you on his shoulders to untie it.

“Sneaky, I like,” you said, sliding off his back, pulling out a lumpy object wrapped with the squirrel paper you got him as a joke. You peeled it away carefully, holding up a simple red flannel that you swore you already owned. “Wait...is this...”

“When you moved in we got you that to let you know you were family. You always brought it on hunts, in the car, everywhere. Until you lost it somewhere in Iowa a few months ago. It took awhile and more than a few bribes but I tracked it down,” he said. “It’s got-”

“You tried to write sweetheart on the tag but wrote too big,” you said, finding the word “Sweet” and a heart drawn next to it. “I can’t believe you found it.”

“I did actually accidentally leave your other present at home,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “In case this one sucks.”

“Why do you think all of your presents suck, Dean?” you asked, hugging the cloth to your chest. “I love them.”

“Your’s are all thoughtful and stuff,” he said with a shrug. “I gave you socks and a shirt.”

“Right, because traveling to a different state to go get a flannel shirt that anyone else would throw away but means the world to me is totally not thoughtful,” you said. “You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known Dean.”

“Um, I’m pretty sure that’s debatable,” he said. You slipped the flannel on over your pajama tee, grabbing his hand.

“Nah, it’s really not,” you said, heading for the hall. “Let’s watch some Christmas vacation.”

“Wait,” he said, tugging you back in the room. “I...there was another part of your present.”

He pulled a card out of his back pocket, handing it over, your name written on a plain envelope.

“I’m not the greatest with words by any means so feel free to roll your eyes or ignore it or toss it in the trash but...you were supposed to get that too in case I didn’t man up by tonight, tell you how I felt,” he said.

“Did you write me a love letter?” you asked. Dean groaned with a smile. “I told you, sweetest man I ever met.”

“Just...read it in private for my sake. I got a reputation to uphold,” he said.

“Alright,” you said, putting the card down on his bedside table. “I’ll look at it before bed.”

“You want to stay with me?” he asked, his face lighting up.

“Very much so,” you said, leaning up and kissing his cheek. “You’re nice to cuddle up to.”

“You too,” he said. “Even if you hog the blankets.”

“I do not!” you said, Dean chuckling as you finally headed downstairs.

“Whatever you say sweetheart.”

“Alright,” you said, you and Dean staring at the bed with pouts. “This is a slight dilemma.”

“We could take turns?” suggested Dean.

“We’re going to take turns every single night of who gets the left side of the bed?” you asked, Dean humming. “You take it. You’re taller than me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind,” he said.

“Right’s mine from now on,” you said, flinging the covers back and crawling in. Dean got in his side and threw you a smile, glancing up at the ceiling. “Got more presents up there or something?”

“No,” he laughed, turning his head to face you. “Did you read your letter yet?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, putting a finger under his chin when he tried to tuck it down. “I want you to feel good, Dean. I know our lives aren’t perfect but...you’re not alone in it. You got me. Sam. A house full of people that love you. You have a family, Dean. So even if I’m not around to help, we’re here for you.”

“You know I wrote it down so I wouldn’t have to talk about it,” he said.

“You wrote it down because you were afraid I’d reject you and you didn’t want to be there if that happened. But you talked anyways so it makes me feel kind of special,” you said. You curled up next to him, pecking a kiss to his nose. “I’m crappy at relationships too so we’ll just have to get very good at working as a team to get through our combined crap.”

“You don’t have crap. You’re perfect,” he said.

“I hog blankets for one,” you said with a smirk. “Plus a hunter’s life full of issues and the nightmares to match.”

“No nightmares tonight,” he said, moving his body to finally relax around yours. “Just sweet dreams.”

“Sounds perfect.”

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Sterek & ALL the Christmas Fics

I have no self control when it comes to Christmas fics. None. So, this is my top 60 list of christmas fics. Yes, top 50 would have been cooler but then I would have to delete some fics *gasp*  The newer fics are at the top.  Also, I did not update the ugly christmas sweater fics those ones are here. 

A Royal Christmas Engagement by  skoosiepants | 25.6K

Young omega Warden Lord Mieczysław Stilinski, given the royal request of marrying Crown Prince Derek Hale of Triskelion, predictably messes the whole entire thing up.

Potential by  alocalband | 2K

Stiles finds him in a bookstore in Brooklyn and it’s like not a day has passed since they last saw each other, even though it’s been almost two years now.

Mistletoe's Overrated Anyway by  stilinski | 8.2K

Derek remembers a hyperactive eleven year old with a buzzcut and an irritating habit of getting underfoot - his memory doesn’t lend to the lean, doe eyed brunet in his hallway; he’s talking on his phone and scowling something fierce but Derek’s mouth goes dry at the way Stiles runs long fingers through his hair.

Kiss Me on This Cold December Night by  Leslie_Knope | 18.9K

The hairs on the back of Stiles’ neck tingle, and he swallows hard against the unmistakable sensation of someone staring at him. He’s tempted to just ignore it, but after a few seconds, his curiosity wins out and he looks up from his phone instead. He doesn’t notice anything right away, flicking his gaze along the people on the other side of the intersection until he suddenly stops and backtracks. It’s a little hard to see, what with the thick drizzle and the cars whizzing between them, but he would recognize that glorious bearded face anywhere, even after six years. Holy shit.

The Holiday by  matildajones | 16.5K

It's Christmas, Stiles is alone, and he finds himself swapping Bed & Breakfasts with Cora Hale over the holidays.

practice makes perfect by  bleep0bleep | 3.3K

“So… you’re interested? Or you just said yeah because it’s what you say when you don’t know what to say.” “Interested. In kissing you.” Stiles makes a vague gesture with his hand. “I mean, yeah, if only to get you more comfortable with the whole dating thing in the future. I mean, we’re friends, and I want you to be happy.” He bites his lip, nervous. Derek doesn’t even need to think about it because he knows it’s a bad idea. He’ll kiss Stiles and get to know what it’s like, and his heart will break because he won’t ever get to have him, that this is out of friendship only. But this might be his only chance.

Kiss Me, It's Beginning To Snow by  thepsychicclam | 4.2K

On Christmas Eve, Derek runs into Stiles. Even though it's been years, Derek is still completely drawn to Stiles.

Home for Christmas by  mikkimouse | 6.6K

When Sheriff Stilinski is hurt after an encounter with the supernatural, Stiles ends up spending the Christmas season with Derek. It's not nearly as bad as he thinks it's going to be. 

The flamingo in the yard by  Vendelin | 6.1K

It isn’t fair that Stiles needs to work Christmas, when his dad is on the other side of the country. Or that his really hot, next door neighbour is around for the holidays as well. Or that there’s a power outage that makes things even worse. Or better.

Caring for Your Caroler by  mikkimouse | 2K

Derek’s neighbor is singing Christmas carols in the backyard at 2 a.m. Derek’s going to kill him.

Layover by  dr_girlfriend | 3.6K

She seemed fascinated with Derek’s beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derek’s cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. “Good wuff.”

Derek jerked upright, hands clenching on the edge of his seat. Did she just say?…

“CJ!” The child was suddenly gone, lifted up by a strong, tattooed forearm around her little potbelly. “You scared the he— heck out of me! What have I told you about wandering — Derek?”

hooked on (dangling by a yarn) by  extantecstasy | 19.1K

One hundred days, ten scarves, one Christmas, and Stiles’ dormant magic has to ruin everything.

nom de plume by  bleep0bleep | 3.9K

There are no more chapters. 22 is the last one. Derek groans in despair. He has to know what happens.

the amber of the moment by  redhoodedwolf | 23.2K

Ever since he was eight years old, Stiles had been running. Fate decided it was time to stop.

I’ll Wait Up For You, Dear by  WhoNatural | 5.4K

Derek is the Uber driver who always seems to be up when Stiles needs a ride home from work.

Regression to the Mean by  theroguesgambit | 16.5K

There aren’t really words for this. “Sure, dude. Let’s hang out sometime and bond over the fact that our lives suck and we’ve both basically killed a bunch of people by accident” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.

sometimes fate is like a small snowstorm by  thepsychicclam | 8.1K

In a coffee shop two days before Christmas, Derek meets Stiles. Despite neither of them being interested in relationships, they spend an unforgettable evening together, but then part ways. During the following years, Stiles competes in the Olympics, Derek tours the world - and neither of them forget. Then twelve years later, two days before Christmas, Derek finds Stiles in that same coffee shop. 

Red Against the Snow by  Ember | 34.2K

Stiles is trapped for the holidays in the cabin of a strange man/hermit named Derek. A strangely friendly wolf befriends Stiles during his stay. It’s up to the teenager to find out why Derek has secluded himself from society, what the feelings he’s beginning to have means, and what the connection between the mysterious man and the mysterious black wolf is.

Let it snow! Let it snow! (but please let it stop eventually) by  relenafanel | 19.1K

Stiles grew up with his bedroom window overlooking Derek’s bedroom, so when he returns home for the holidays he’s surprised to find a stranger in his nerdy neighbour’s bedroom.

Only, he’s not much of a stranger.

It is Derek Hale, the guy who is going to be his new step brother, if the rumours are true.

Abominable by  Revenant | 20.2K

Where Derek buys a secluded cabin halfway up a mountain, meets a yeti and falls in love with Stiles, but not necessarily in that order.

You Got Us An Ornament by  TheRealNightTempest | 18K

With the Pack out of town for Christmas and his dad and Melissa on the honeymoon they never had, Stiles plans to craft his way through the holidays to distract himself from being alone. When he realizes his plan isn’t as fun by himself, Stiles turns to Derek Hale to help him out as the only other miserable guy left in Beacon Hills at Christmas.

Or the one where Stiles loves Pinterest and forces Derek to help him bake ten different cookies and break out his hot gluing skills. There might be heaping amounts of feels. You have been warned.

The Long Way Around by  banryeo, secondstar | 10.2K

After searching through his family’s vault, Derek finds a key to a vacation cabin that his family own. He decides to fix it, along with allowing himself to heal for the first time since his family’s death. In taking the time for himself, he comes to realize his feelings for Stiles, albeit slowly.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by  mikkimouse | 1.1K

“you’re in the hospital for the holidays so i came in while you were sleeping to decorate your room i love you merry christmas”

made from the heart by  bleep0bleep | 2.7K

Derek has been crushing on Stiles for awhile, and thinks maybe this Christmas season he’ll tell him how he feels. He’s got a great present too, except when Stiles gives him a thoughtful handmade present, Derek is pretty much screwed.

Scott and Stiles own a Christmas Tree Farm | tumblr ficlet

Derek just has to cut down the perfect tree. And maybe Laura and Cora have ulterior motives for Derek and the cute Christmas tree farm owner.

The Natural Binding Properties of Pine Sap by  uraneia | 4.2K

Derek saves a nymph from being somebody’s Christmas decoration. As a reward, the nymph grants him a twig of mistletoe.

If Derek had known the mistletoe would come to life and goad him into kissing people at random, he might have tried to refuse.

your presence is a present by  bleep0bleep | 1.6K

For some reason Derek had this idea in his head of an elderly grandfatherly type who liked to tell silly jokes, read stories to kids in classrooms and let them wear his badge.

Stiles is, for lack of a better word, hot.

Bet On It by  IDreamOnlyOfYou (lauren3210) | 8.3K

Stiles is an RN and Derek the attending trauma surgeon at Beacon Hills Hospital. They’re constantly arguing, much to the amusement of their colleagues, who ultimately decide to take bets on when the sexual tension will finally explode. The only question is, who will win the jackpot?

The Ribbon on My… by  Dira Sudis (dsudis) | 11.3K

Derek had assumed that he and Stiles would give each other simple things, swapping books or DVDs or jokey gifts, random dollar store toys and junk food.

A Thrill of Hope by  bigboobedcanuck | 4K

Stiles crashes through the forest with Derek in his sights, stopping every so often to launch another snowball and duck one of Derek’s. Obviously Derek could outrun him in a heartbeat if he wanted to, but for some bizarre reason he apparently wants to hang out with Stiles and have an epic snowball fight. Maybe it’s a Christmas miracle. Or maybe Derek is just as bored and lonely as Stiles is.

All I Want for Christmas (Is You) by  blindinglights | 9.2K

Derek meets Stiles in a department store while shopping for his family, after seeing a little girl crying for her Dad on the floor. They part ways and Derek doesn’t think he’ll see Stiles again. Beacon Hills may not be that big, but it still doesn’t mean he’ll ever run into Stiles, because that’s just not how Derek’s life works. Despite what Erica tries to tell him whenever she can, that sometimes fate can happen, Christmas miracles, whatever, it won’t.

(Or, the one where Stiles is a single dad, Derek falls for him, and Christmas ends up better than Derek expected.)

12 Days of Hale Publishing by relenafanel | 7,533

Something must have poked his Christmas Spirit. It might be the way Hale was watching the proceedings with a scowl on his face, unable to hide what was clear derision. Earlier, his eyes had lifted when Stiles entered the work pen with the presents, and Stiles had been under the impression he had been vaguely pleased. The only thing Stiles could think of that would make someone such a gloomy grump was not getting a gift.

“What?” Hale asked, staring at him through the glass wall that made up the part of his office facing the work area.

“I’ve got something for you!” Stiles said, waving the small rectangular present as he walked in.

“That’s not mine,” Mr. Hale said, staring at the box like it offended him. Then he stared at Stiles like he was offending him more. “You’ve made a mistake.”

“No mistake, sir. It’s a special delivery from magical Hale Holiday Elves.” Stiles gestured to his head. “See the hat. A man wearing this hat makes no mistakes.”

A Hale for the Holidays by rlnerdgirl | 38,095

“I sent you a Christmas card that got sent back to me. Did you get a new apartment?” his dad wonders. The question is all suspicion and little anything else.

A flicker of an idea sparks. It’s not nearly formed well enough for him to say, “Yeah, actually,” and when he follows that with, “I moved in with someone,” he wants to punch himself in the face. He’s living with someone?!

“You’re living with someone?” It’s the same voice and tone as the one in Stiles’ head, just thirty years older.

Two things keep Stiles from bashing his face onto the table: there’s a steaming cup of coffee in the way and, more importantly, his dad will definitely hear. Someone passes by in front of him and a semi-familiar book cover catches his eye. “Derek Hale,” he muses, and stops. No. That wasn’t meant to be out loud.

A Missed Opportunity Is Found by alyshajade (larrymates) |3,362

Derek was more than halfway done with shelving the new shipment of Young Adult fantasy novels by the time Stiles finally breezed through the door, signaling his late arrival with the dull jingling of the bell. He wasn’t even in his work clothes yet, and Derek noted with disdain the streaks of mud that covered Stiles from head to toe.

“You’re more than an hour late,” Derek stated, more of a fact than an admonishment. Stiles was not only the boss’ kid, he was a snarky, arrogant teenage boy with an abundance of confidence, and Derek could rarely muster the nerve to stand up to him, regardless of his position as manager.

Assholes In Love by serenelystrange |3,819

These two assholes can’t figure out what to get each other for Christmas. Their friends are absolutely no help. But it all works out.

Baby, It’s Cold Outside by Jebiwonkenobi | 2,791

Beacon Hills has a snow storm. Totally-not-cuddling happens.

bah humbug (no, that’s too strong) by mywholecry | 6,384

Derek buys locks for his stupid burnt-out shell of a home, even though half of the place is exposed to the open air and it’s not exactly the fortress of solitude that a tragic anti-hero like Derek really deserves. He installs them on the front door one by one while Stiles sits cross-legged on the porch and watches, leans backwards onto his hands.

But, Doctor! by stilinskisparkles | 30,266

“We had to splint a girl’s leg in a ditch,” Scott says excitedly.

“Bro, you sound way too happy about that,” Stiles complains, opening up his bag and pulling out a Twinkie.

Derek removes it from his hand silently and replaces it with an apple. Stiles scowls at him for a second then bites into it, regardless. Derek sits back and lets the group discuss the merits of dramatic lifesaving feats for winning over the ladies. Scott is convinced it’ll help impress Allison; Isaac thinks Scott’s a loser. Stiles—

Stiles is falling asleep on Derek’s shoulder.

Come Fly With Me (Or Don’t) by stilinskisparkles | 15,325

Stiles is overworked and stressed out when his flight home gets delayed due to copious amounts of snow. He finds entertainment with one Derek Hale, whom he hasn’t seen since high school but really doesn’t mind getting reacquainted with. Especially when it turns out Derek is surprisingly hilarious and will reluctantly play snap with him. And can walk on his hands.

Cupboard Love by mklutz | 32,682

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain. If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

Deck the Hales with Mistletoe and Holly by tryslora | 32,827

Stiles recognizes that there are a number of reasons why this is a bad idea.

or

The one where Stiles manages to somehow imply that he might be dating his exceedingly hot TA for freshman lit, and ends up inviting him home for the holidays (along with his two crazy sisters) and really hopes that Lydia doesn’t find out he was lying and kill him before maybe he can make it so he’s not lying after all…

Denial by ericaismeg |4,924

Scott thinks they’re flirting. Isaac’s betting on Derek sniffing him. The Sheriff thinks they’re dating. Erica and Boyd are rooting for them. Derek’s waiting for him to figure it out.

Stiles is the only one in denial.

Glad Tidings by stilinskisparkles |24,166

“Eight people are going to be descending on our home in a mere matter of days, Derek.” Stiles grabs the pizza box, uses it to gesture at the pile of books and papers under the table, away and towards Derek’s sneaker collection. “You want them to think we live like this all the time?”

“We do live like this all the time,” Derek huffs, stretching lazily.

how you doin’? by decideophobia |6,768

“So,” Derek says eventually, because he feels awkward and uncomfortable, “how you doin’?”

I Thought You Would Like That by Emela | 7,325

Derek and Stiles get locked in a room together at an office Christmas party and end doing something about all that unresolved sexual tension.

i wish i had a river by thepsychicclam |15,588

Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.

Mistletoe Never Lies by CarolineLahey | 19,220

Derek Hale loves his family, he really does. He just wishes they weren’t so determined to set him up. When he finally blurts out that he has a boyfriend, and quickly gives his mother the name of the barista at his local coffee shop as his “boyfriend”, he figures that buys him a little peace.

He probably should have been paying attention to the part of the conversation where he agreed to bring Stiles home for Christmas to meet the family.

My World Is Filled With Cheer And You by bleep0bleep | 10,832

“It was a last minute decision. Single parents with children draw attention to themselves in this type of neighborhood, and this department didn’t have a big budget to relocate all the werewolf and werewolf sympathizers that were targeted on this list. We’ve combined a lot of our relocation assignments. It ended up working out that another family, Mr. Stilinski and his son, looked like a good fit for you guys, so you’ll be sharing a home with them for the time being.” Markowski grins at him. “Congratulations! You’re married!”

In which Derek and his daughter are displaced just in time for the holidays, matched up with Stiles and his young son in a government protection program.

Nothing Short Of Perfect by GotTheSilver |27,019

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be. “Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

Secret Santa by Jebiwonkenobi | 10,866

Stiles was all odd angles and squirming. He shoved words into spaces where they shouldn’t go. He stood his ground when he should have run. He helped and protected Derek and the pack without ever asking for anything in return. Derek found himself wanting a lot of things from Stiles that he hadn’t allowed himself to want from anyone in a long time, which made Stiles feel like a cliff that he was in danger of leaping off of.

Solstice Alpha by Dira Sudis (dsudis) |11,152

The traditional Hale pack solstice party gets resurrected by the new and improved-from-ten-months-ago Hale pack.

Thank You For Breaking My Heart by Loz |14,458

Even though Christmas was the fucking worst, Derek had a moment to hang his hopes on — Scott coming into the coffee shop and gracing him with his smile. Little did Derek know that rescuing Scott from hunters would lead to him convincing Scott’s family they were engaged. This might not have been such a problem if Scott’s step-brother Stiles wasn’t so suspicious and oddly charming.

Tis The Season Baristas Fear The Most by stilinskisparkles | 5,470

Scott is hands down the worst barista Derek has ever hired. But it’s Christmas and apparently that means something to some people.

The Christmas Raffle by mikkimouse | 10,386

Every year, the royal Hale family raffles off a Christmas dinner with Prince Derek to raise money for charity. But this year, the winner is the second chance Derek didn’t know he was looking for.

The Company I Keep by secondstar | 67,551

Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.

When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear by owlpostagain | 7,817

There are some salvageable things though. A virtually untouched heavy slate sign that says, engraved in an ornate script that confirms at least one person in the Hale family had a sense of humor (Stiles has a horrible suspicion it might have been Peter), When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear.

With A Little Christmas Magic by AceLotti |10,669

Stiles is jobless this Christmas and as a last resort, is stuck playing one of Santa’s elves at the mall. The job is a bust, and Stiles isn’t really in the Christmas mood, until he finds salvation in the Starbucks at the food court, not only in hiding from kids, but in one very sexy barista named Derek.

You put a Hallmark on my Heart by giantteenwolforgy | 3,325

Stiles is funny and smart and kind and is also his daughter’s teacher and his boss’s son. On the list of people who are off-limits, Stiles has held the top spot for as long as Derek has known him.

Since Derek is Derek, Stiles also happens to rank number one on the list of people Derek is in love with. Seriously. His life is like a bad Hallmark movie.

In the New Year by pyes | 43,507

In Beacon Hills they don’t say “Happy Holidays.” Instead they say “Yo, Derek,” which translates to “I’m pretty sure I soul-bound my sorry ass to the floor of your loft, four years ago, while reading spells off the internet.” I think that’s beautiful.

The Rest of Your Life by paradis | 4,168

“Seemed like a buttercream guy,” Stiles says innocently, and grabs two forks and pours two huge glasses of milk. They eat in silence and when Stiles finishes his mouth is filled with the too-sweet taste of peanut butter icing and chocolate cake, and he’s full, but he feels good, too. He stares at Derek, who’s licking his lips after his last bite of cake.