#shut up evie it’s a christmas movie

[writtenbyevie]

okay but if the elves in Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer create all the toys, but the toys on Misfit Island are alive, does that mean the elves create life?? are they god??

[thefanficmonster]

I’m Right Here

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident (minor), Injuries

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: There is nothing scarier than those moments when every breath you take is shallow; when your heart is racing and your body is drenched in cold sweat. When you are rushing to the aid of a hurt loved one, knowing you can never be fast enough because your mind and fear are at least a mile ahead of you. Corpse has to experience these exact moments after a frightening call that informs him of his girlfriend’s car accident.

Requested by @sugiliteshadow . Hi! Thank you so much for you request, darling. Sorry to be posting it so late and I can’t thank you enough for your patience. I hope the fic itself makes up for the wait. Please enjoy! Stay safe! Love, Vy ❤

It’s been about an hour since I got off the phone with Y/N and my concern is through the roof. She called me from the parking lot of the office building where she works at, telling me she’s be home in less than half an hour and asking if I needed her to pick up anything along the way. I have been trying to brush away the worries, comforting myself with the fact that I did request a specific type of iced tea and knowing Y/N, she’s probably looking for it in multiple stores because she couldn’t find it in the convenience store that’s along her way back home. I should’ve told her not to sweat it considering I don’t need it right away or anything.  I have tried distracting myself with editing just to hinder myself from picking up my phone and debating weather to call her or not. I may be worried but I don’t wanna put her life in danger by calling her while she’s driving.

I keep my hands on my keyboard and mouse, my phone halfway across the room just in case. Another thirty minutes pass by with no sound of the door being unlocked or even a car pulling up. My fingers are beginning to drum over the buttons on my keyboard anxiously. I have had to go back and redo so many things with the video I’m editing because my mind simply isn’t present. It’s wandering around the city, looking for that one familiar car that’s always outside our house, parked in the driveway. That’s currently being driven by my girlfriend of two years Y/N.

My phone’s ringtone snaps me out of the downwards spiral of my thoughts, simultaneously picking up the speed of my heartbeat. I basically launch myself out of my chair and towards the bed where the ringing is coming from. I feel a wave of relief rush over me when I see Y/N’s name on the lit screen.

“Hey babe, where have you been?“ I ask as soon as I answer the call. It feels like my whole body shuts down when I finally pick up on the sound of blaring sirens in the background.

“Sir, I’m sorry to inform you Miss Y/L/N has been in an accident.” The words the female voice on the phone says cut through me like a knife, sending chills of paralyzing fear all over my body, “You were the last person she contacted before the accident which is why we’ve stepped in contact with you. However, if you are not able to come collect Miss Y/L/N, please contact a family member of hers.“

The calmness of her tone is freaking me out of my skin and mind, “Is she ok?! Where is she?!“

“She’s alright, sir. She’s not completely conscious yet, though. But she will be by the time you arrive. Her injuries are not in any way life-threatening. She has a few cuts and bruises and a concussion. A medical team has already taken care of her.“

Before I know it, I’m already out the door, the location the policewoman gave me in my head as I get behind the wheel of my car which I rarely use. Thankfully, the road the accident happened on is less than fifteen minutes away. Due to the late hour there is close to no traffic on the roads so I make it to the scene in no time.  Y/N’s car is surrounded by two cop cars and two ambulances. I barely even notice the black Honda Civic that is almost equally as beat up as Y/N’s Toyota. Speaking of the Toyota, its front bumper is completely obliterated - the headlights, blinkers and windshield in pieces and shards on the pavement. 

In the first ambulance there’s a guy passed out on a gurney with an ivy rip connected to his arm. In the one next to it is Y/N, sitting hunched over with her head hanging low, her hair falling over her face. 

“Y/N?“ I rush over to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder but withdrawing my arm in case she has a bruise in that spot.

She lifts her head, a look of relief and happiness flashing across her face. She lets out a sigh, a small smile appearing on her lips as her eyes fill with tears. “Corpse...” her hand reaches out for mine which is still hanging in the air. I give her my other hand and she uses me as support to slowly stand up. She lets go of my hands and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug as a quiet sob leaves her chest. “I was so scared when I woke up. I couldn’t remember anything.”

“It’s ok, you’re ok now. I’m here, I’m right here.“ I gently smooth her hair while carefully holding her in my embrace. She has a few purple bruises along her arms and cuts on her cheek and neck which are covered in white bandages with small dark red stains. The most major thing I can see is the cut on her left temple which is also covered up. I press a tender kiss to the right one. “Are you in any pain?“ I pull away to get a better look at her.

Thankfully she shakes her head, “No, I’m ok. My elbow hurts a little but that’s it.”

I nod, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead. Just as I’m about to ask her what exactly happened one one of the police officers approaches us.

“A drunk driver. He ran the red light and crashed straight into her car.“ The officer says, judging by her voice it’s the same woman that called me. “You don’t remember that, do you?“

Y/N turns to her, “I just remember hearing a loud crash and then darkness. I didn’t know what had happened until you told me when I woke up.”

The policewoman gives us a sincere smile, lightly touching Y/N’s shoulder “It’s ok, sweetheart. You are alright, that’s what matters. And you have someone here by your side.”

Y/N’s eyes meet mine when she gives me the most loving glance, the one that I often catch in her eyes - the one that always melts me. “He always is.” she says, running her fingers down my arm, interlocking hers with mine when they reach my hand.

The policewoman tells us good night and walks over to the other ambulance. We stick around to see the cars get taken away and Y/N gives her info so they can contact her when the car is repaired. I know how much she loves that car - it’s the first and only car she has ever owned. She has had it for about seven years and calls it her child basically. I never thought I’d be jealous of a car in my life - just kidding. But my point has been made - she’s never been apart from it or driven another car.

Wrapping my arm around her while she watches her car being taken away, I turn her around, leading her towards my car. “Let’s get you home. You’ll be 100% under my care and no complaints will be accepted.”

She rolls her eyes playfully, snuggling up into my side, “Don’t make a big deal about this please. And, for the love of God, don’t baby me too much, ok?”

I grin down at her, “What was that, I didn’t quite catch it?“

“Corpseeee...“ She pouts, a frown on her face, making her look so childish it’s absolutely adorable.

“Save the whining, it ain’t gonna work.“ I open the door to the passenger seat, stepping aside so she can get in the my car.

Surprisingly enough, she actually doesn’t complain the rest of the way home nor when we arrive. Nor when I instruct her to stay in bed and not move unless it’s absolutely necessary. I basically bring all the snacks from the kitchen into our room while she compiles a list of movies we will be watching because no sleep will be had tonight.  “I love you.“ Y/N says through a sigh halfway through the second movie.

“I love you too. But don’t fall asleep.“ I tickle her side, causing her to giggle and squirm in an attempt to get away from me.

“Ok, ok, but you’re gonna have to help me. If I blink, I’ll be a goner.“ She yawns, shuffling back towards me. When she flashes me that hinting wide smile, I know exactly what she’s insinuating.

I sigh, giving in with ease. “When you were here before...“

“Couldn’t look you in the eye...“ she backs me up just as I knew she would

“You’re just like an angel...“

“Your skin makes me cry...“

Needless to say, we end up duetting random songs - rap songs, heavy metal, pop songs, some of my songs, some Christmas songs, Disney songs - making it one of the best movie marathons we’ve ever had, the unfortunate events of the day far behind us and completely gone from our minds.

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[berrynarrybanana]

Holiday Wishes, Mistletoe Kisses

A/N: This was meant to be a blurb, but I got carried away. I honestly don’t know how I feel about it, but I wanted to post some Christmassy stuff in between now and Deck the Halls, so here’s a little something. It’s basically over a thousand words of Harry pining for some girl he just met. That seems to be my favorite trope, yeah? Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I hope that you all remember that Christmas isn’t about what you have or what you’re able to give, it’s about spending time with the people you love the most. I’m always here for you all if you need me and I love you loads. Thank you! 

Word Count: 5.1K+

Warnings: A little smut, pining, flash forward, ofc

Prompt: “You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not” | Taken from this post here! 

It wasn’t that Harry hated Christmas. 

He loved spending time with his family, drinking mulled wine and talking shit with his Mum and Sister on the couch until the morning light. He loved the Christmas cookies that everyone seemed to bake just for him. Every single one of his friends would wrap them up in cute, candy cane striped cellophane bags with a little bow as if they were worried he’d been deprived of sweets. He loved the warmth that enveloped him when he stepped into any building, dodging the cold winter winds and brutal snowflakes that hit his skin. He loved most things about the season, but he truthfully hated the actual holiday itself.

He hated the music, each song covered by about twenty different artists, (yet, they always sounded the same, somehow), playing on a loop on every single Christmas station. He hated how rude people were in the shops and on the road, as if their time was more important than anyone else's. He hated the stigma around giving expensive gifts, stressing over the perfect thing to get each of his friends. If he could, he’d give them all something homemade, but he was shit at doing anything crafty. 

His boots crunched against the snow as he walked towards his mother’s front door. 

He let himself in, kicking his shoes off before he removed his scarf and his winter coat. He could hear laughter from the kitchen, Gemma and his Mum giggling far too loud. They must have cracked into the mulled cider a little early, and truthfully, he was jealous. He’d spent the last four hours stuck in traffic listening to white Christmas over and over and over again. He shut the front door as Evie wrapped herself around his legs, her soft purring catching his attention as he glanced down at the black and white kitten. 

“Hiya, darling girl.” He crouched down, scooping her into his arms before he delivered a series of kisses over her head. “Daddy’s missed you, eh. Have you been good for your nan?”

She meowed in response, causing Harry to coo at her before he scratched under her chin. 

“That’s my girl.” He pressed another kiss to the top of her head before setting her back to the ground. 

He knew they would indulge in several cuddle sessions over the next few days, so he wasn’t worried about missing his one and only pet this holiday season. He walked through the house, finding his way into the kitchen where Gemma was tipping back a glass of dark red liquid, and his Mum was rolling out cookie dough with a bright smile on her face. What Harry wasn’t expecting, was the curly haired girl with a cookie cutter in her hand next to his Mum.

“Hello!” He called out, offering a smile as he walked over to the kitchen island. “I see we’ve started having fun already.”

“It took you forever to get here!” Gemma said defensively, picking up a chocolate kiss before tossing it at Harry. “Do you want a drink?”

“Something hot, it’s like the bloody tundra outside.” He shivered at the thought of the harsh wind, his eyes trailing back towards the new girl. 

“Stella makes the best peppermint hot chocolate you’ve ever had in your life.” Gemma groaned out, her eyes rolling back in her head. “She puts peppermint vodka in there.”

“I can make you one if you’d like?” Stella’s voice was soft and painfully american. “We’ve got a slow cooker full of hot chocolate.”

“If you don’t mind.” Harry gave her a smile as he pulled out a stool, sitting next to Gemma. “Nice to meet you, Stella. I’m Harry, by the way.”

“She knows who you are.” Gemma reached over, pinching Harry’s side. “Stella is a new transfer at work. She’s new to England, and we thought we’d show her a proper English Christmas.”

“Stella, love, you should probably find another family to spend Christmas with if you want a proper English Christmas.” Harry snorted. “Ours is half arsed at best.”

“We have a lovely Christmas, thank you.” Anne piped up, flicking flour in Harry’s direction as Stella laughed softly. “Don’t scare the poor thing off, we’ve just made her feel at home.” 

Stella turned her back, walking towards the stove.

“I suppose we do have a good time.” Harry hummed out. “I can’t wait to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas for the millionth time.” 

“They’ve got an animated one now!” Gemma exclaimed. “We’re going to do a double feature.”

“Lovely.” Harry rolled his eyes. 

Moments later, a steaming mug of hot chocolate laced was placed in front of Harry. 

He looked down at the grinch mug before looking back up at Stella. 

“Thanks.” He offered her a smile, but she merely nodded back at him before taking her place next to Anne again. 

He watched her, sipping at his drink as Gemma and Anne chatted about some Hallmark movie that was meant to premiere at some point during the week. She wasn’t normally the type of girl that he dated, but he had to admit that she was beautiful. Her cheeks were round, a soft blush smeared over them that he assumed came from a makeup product. Her lashes were thick, and long, shadowing her hazel colored eyes. She had thick brows that seemed a little unruly, and plump lips stained with a plum colored lipstick that matched her smoky, purple eyeshadow. He wasn’t a huge fan of the plum color, but he had to admit that it brought out a lot of the warmer tones in her eyes and in her beautiful, brown skin. He also thought that it complimented the lighter strands in her curly brown hair that bounced about everytime she turned her head. 

He tried not to be too obvious with his curious gaze, but he couldn’t help it. He was almost mesmerized by her beauty, but he was more so confused by his attraction to her. She was far too quiet for his taste, her eyes cast down on the cookies she’d been cutting out for the last few minutes while everyone else chatted. 

He watched her place them on the tray carefully, obsessing over how they landed before she reached for the colored icing. He watched her pipe onto the little shapes, her tongue nestling in the corner of her mouth as her unsteady hands worked diligently on the cookies. 

This was a Styles family Christmas, and the Styles were a rowdy and messy bunch. He’d never seen his Mum or Gemma put that much work into sugar cookies before, and it was almost painful to watch her perfect each and every one before she slipped the tray in the oven. He watched her reach for the cheeky little chicken shaped oven timer that Gemma bought when his Mum fist moved into this house. In all of those years, he’d never seen anyone actually use it. 

“Did you hear me, my little turtle dove?” Anne brushed her hand over Harry’s back as he sipped at his cocoa. “They’re calling for a huge storm this weekend, are you packed for that?”

“I left some stuff here the last time I was around.” He turned his head, smiling back at her. “I think I should be fine if I get stuck with you lot.” 

“Good.” She nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I’ve missed you.” 

“Missed you too, Mumma.” He wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her into a hug. 

The warm scent of vanilla and musk greeted his senses, flooding him with comfort and nostalgic memories of cuddling with Mum on the couch. He missed having her around him. He missed having his best friend around to comfort him when he needed it the most. When he let go of her, his heart sank a little in his chest. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head before moving back to work on more cookie dough. 

“Why are you making so many cookies?” He asked, brows furrowing as he brushed his fingers over the sickly green mug with the cartoon characters face on it. “Do you plan on feeding an army?”

“No, but Stella suggested that we take some down to the local homeless shelter on Christmas Eve.” Anne smiled over at the girl. “That’s her family's Christmas tradition, and since she’s not with them this year, we thought we’d make it happen for her here.”

“Thank you again, for agreeing to this.” Stella smiled at Anne. “It really means the world to me, and I can’t thank you enough.”

“You’re a part of the family now, dear.” Anne teased. “Even if you’re not spending Christmas with us, this little tradition of yours has been officially integrated into our own Christmas tradition. We’ll always have a little bit of Stella with us during the Holiday’s now, eh.”

Stella laughed at that, reaching her arms out to wrap Anne in a hug. 

Harry almost felt a little jealous at how seamlessly she fit in here. 

“If you keep staring at her, she’s gonna want to run back to America.” Gemma nudged her elbow into his side. “We get it, she’s hotter than you.”

“Oh, shut up.” Harry rolled his eyes at Gemma as she smirked. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Okay, Casanova.” She snorted. “Whatever you say. 

**

Harry wasn’t sure why he was hard. 

He just wanted to close his eyes and go the fuck to sleep. 

After a long day of travel, and an even longer evening filled with Harry pulling down Christmas decorations from the attic, he just wanted to sleep. He wasn’t looking forward to taking the annual trip to the Christmas Tree Farm tomorrow. Since Robin passed, Harry was the only man in the family, which meant that he often had to do the heavy lifting. He found that most of his strength lay in his core, despite the amount of lifting he’d done to buff up his arms, and he wasn’t looking forward to tossing a tree on top of his car while everyone watched. 

Truthfully, that was the worry that should have been plaguing his mind as he lay in bed. Instead, his mind was lost in hazel colored waves that crashed on dark plum shores. He couldn’t stop thinking about Stella’s eyes or her perfectly shaped lips. He spent most of his night watching her drink from a wine glass, her cheeks turning a shade darker with each joke that she shared with his family. If there was one thing that he was shocked about, it was the dry humor that tumbled from her perfect plum colored lips. She was a funny girl, despite being quiet, and he laughed at every single joke she told without shame. 

As he shifted his about, trying to avoid any further thoughts about her lips, the tip of his cock brushed against the warm flannel of his pajama pants. He let out a throaty groan, reaching down to push his palm into the crotch of his pants to soothe the pressure building in his lower belly. He couldn’t jack off to the thought of Gemma’s new friend, it would be awful, and it would surely land him on the naughty list. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to picture her lipstick staining his lower belly, his upper thighs, and eventually...the shaft of his cock. But after a few minutes of trying not to think about it, that was the only thing he could see behind closed eyes. 

With an annoyed grumble, he dipped his hand into his pajama pants, tugging his cock out while his free hand pushed the band of the pants down his hips. He licked over his dry lips, making a mental note to buy some chapstick tomorrow as he gave himself one, swift stroke. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to moan as he brushed the pad of his thumb over the weeping slit of his cock. He was pathetic, dripping down his cock over a girl that he barely knew. He couldn’t believe that he was being that guy right now, tugging at his cock desperately to the thought of a beautiful girl on her knees for him. He wanted so badly to have her there, whispering filthy words in that gentle tone she had, encouraging him to cum on her tongue. 

When he did cum, her name spilled from his lips. 

His chest was heaving as he came down, the tinkling of Stella’s laughter filling his ears. 

Seconds later, he heard her bid goodnight to Gemma before the door next to his own shut. 

He was totally fucked for this girl. 

**

The next morning, he didn’t expect to see Stella sitting at the breakfast bar when he came downstairs. 

He stopped in the doorway, his cheeks growing warm as he looked over her sweater covered back. Thoughts of her name tumbling from his lips last night flooded back as he looked at her. She was wearing a lavender colored, cable knit sweater, and her curls were tied up in a messy ponytail on top of her head. Most of the curls had fallen out, covering up some of her neck alongside her fingers. Her cheek was propped on her palm, her gaze focused on her laptop as she lifted a mug of steaming liquid up to her mouth with her other hand. 

Harry cleared his throat, walking toward the stove so he could put the kettle on. No one else in the house would be up for hours, but Harry couldn’t turn off his internal alarm clock no matter how he tried. He also hoped that he might find a moment of peace from the very girl sitting in his Mother’s kitchen. She haunted his dreams, her face playing on the silver screen in his mind all night long. He hated how infatuated he was with this woman that he barely even knew. 

“Morning.” She spoke up first, her voice scratchy and tired. “Did you sleep well?”

“Splendid, yeah.” He nodded, filling the kettle with water. “You?” 

“I’ve slept better, but that’s to be expected.” She said softly. “I spent a little bit of time on a skype call with my brother’s, so I was up longer than expected.” 

“But you’re up fairly early this morning, aren’t you?” He put the kettle on the stovetop before turning around, his eyes landing on hers. “Why’s that?”

“I wake up this early anyways.” She smiled at him. “I usually like to go for a walk in the morning to wake myself up.”

“That’s nice.” He lifted his hand, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. “I usually like to go for a swim or a run in the morning, too.”

“Where do you swim?” She asked. 

“There’s a men’s swimming club not too far from my home in London.” He said. “It’s freezing cold, but you get used to it after a while.”

“Jeeze, you swim outside in this weather?” She lifted her head from her palm, her eyes growing wide. “I could never.” 

“It’s an acquired taste.” He chuckled softly. “What are you working on?”

“A new piece for my blog.” She said. “I started out using it as a diary of sorts, but people apparently love reading about the disaster that is my life.”

“I’m sure it’s not all horrible.” He hoped that he sounded encouraging and not rude. “You seem like a lovely, and positive person.”

“I try to be.” She shrugged, reaching for her mug. “I could say the same about you.”

“I try to be.” He smiled at her. “Would you like some breakfast?” 

“Oh, I was actually thinking of popping down to this little bakery Gemma told me about-” 

“Mandeville’s.” His heart picked up, a smile stretching across his lips. “Had my first job there.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” She laughed, wrapping both hands around her mug as she leaned back in the barstool. “I figured I’d go grab some pastries for everyone. I know it’s kind of a busy day with the Christmas Tree Farm, so I thought it would be best if your Mum didn’t feel the need to cook.”

“She would love that.” Harry said. “Maybe I could go with you? We could both get our walks in, and I can see Mary before she hunts me down and drags me to the bakery.”

“I would love the company.” She smiled. “But enjoy your tea first, I’ll just be working on this until we’re ready to go.”

“Cheers.” He nodded, watching her eyes drop to her computer screen. 

She wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup this morning, and Harry almost wished that she was. 

He wished that she had covered up her beautiful, freckle covered skin so that he didn’t fall harder for her beautiful face. He wished that she was hiding away those little blemishes that made him swoon, because she was actually a human after all, not some angel sent down from heaven to torture him. He wished that she covered those beautiful lips in that plum lipstick again so that he could imagine kissing it off of her. He hated the feeling stirring inside of his belly, the butterflies a tell tale sign of his feelings. 

He had a crush on Stella. 

And there was nothing he could do to stop himself from falling for her. 

**

Stella’s gloves were precious.

They were a bright red, little snowflakes and reindeer stitched into them. 

She offered to let Harry borrow a pair of her gloves, claiming that she’d brought plenty of pairs for the winter, but he politely declined before shoving his hands in his pockets. She looked so cozy, wrapped up in her winter coat with a beanie on top of her head and a matching scarf tied around her neck. Harry wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and cuddle her so that they could both stay nice and toasty on their walk. He wanted to kiss her bare cheeks, paying special attention to each freckle on her skin as the winter sun cast over them. 

He was so infatuated with her that it was almost embarrassing. 

“I can’t even imagine what it was like, growing up in a place like this.” Stella turned her head towards Harry, the tip of her nose a little red. “It’s so picturesque.”

“It’s alright.” He gave her a small smile. “I always wanted to get out when I was a kid.”

“Of course you did, we all do.” She chuckled. “I think everyone should run away for a little while, it really gives you all of the tools you need to really appreciate your hometown when you go back. I don’t know that I’ll ever move back to my hometown, but when I visit it, I feel a little bit more appreciative of the pivotal role it had in raising me.”

“I feel the same way about Cheshire.” Harry nodded. “It’s a big part of who I was, and that helped make me who I am. I wouldn’t be the same without this place.”

“Exactly.” She said. 

“So where exactly are you from?” He asked. “I mean, obviously America-”

“Is it that obvious?” She asked, narrowing her eyes playfully, her lips pursed. “I don’t think it is.”

“It’s a neon, flashing sign above your head kind of obvious, love.” He snorted. “But I can’t place what your accent is.”

“It’s not really an accent.” Stella shrugged, turning her attention back to the sidewalk. “I grew up on the road for most of my life, but my family settled in Georgia when I was about twelve.”

“Interesting.” He said. “How did you like Georgia?” 

“I didn’t, at first.” She laughed. “I hated it so much. I loved being on the road with my family, traveling places like Hawaii and Los Angeles. When we moved to the south, I despised everything about it. It was so plain and boring compared to places we’d lived before. But like I said, moving away has made me learn to love it more when I go back.”

“How long have you been gone?” He asked. 

“About three years.” She said. “I lived in Amsterdam for a year, and then Paris, and now I’m here.”

“Which place is your favorite?” He asked. “Be honest with me, now. You don’t have to say London just because you’re trying to get on my good side.” 

Stella tossed her head back, laughing loudly. 

“I think it’s truthfully London, Harry.” 

His name sounded like honey falling from her lips. 

“Why is that?” He asked. 

“Because I’ve found my chosen family.” She turned back, giving him a smile that thawed out the chill creeping up from his toes. “Starting with Gemma, of course. She was the first person to take me under her wings, and I’m so happy that I have her in my life. Then I started to find other people, and we all became this really close knit group of friends that felt more like family than my actual family does. I don’t know how I’ll ever leave this place.” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” He said softly. “Maybe this is home.”

Please don’t go, Stella. 

Stay here with me forever. 

Love me. 

“My contract is up at the end of the year, but we’ll just have to see how things go.” She said. “I might be convinced to stay.”

“Well, I guess I have a lot of work to do.” He chuckled.

“Why are you so keen on me staying?” She asked him, her brows raising as she gave him a knowing smirk. “Do you have a crush on me, Styles?”

His cheeks grew hot against the cold wind. 

“Alright now, don’t let that go to your head.” He grumbled, tucking his neck into his scarf as Stella’s smile grew wider. “It’s all your bloody fault, you know?”

“What have I done?” She laughed louder. “I’m just me.”

“That’s exactly it.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re you, Stella.”

**

The Christmas Tree Farm was going well. 

That was up until Gemma decided that they absolutely needed to take a family picture in front of the big Christmas tree, Stella included. They had picked up a few little trinkets and such while walking around the market included in the farm. Anne picked up a reindeer headband with bells stitched in, plopping it on her head the second she found it. Gemma found an elf’s hat with little ears attached to the side, putting it on her hair before fussing with her hair. Stella found a crown made of poinsettias that she plopped on top of her curls, the red and gold working perfectly with her red lipstick and gold eyeshadow. Harry, however, wasn’t exactly in the spirit. 

“You’re wearing the bloody santa hat, whether you like it or not!” Gemma shoved it towards him with a frown. “If you stand next to Stella, you’ll like Mr. and Mrs. Claus!” 

“Shut up, Gemma.” Harry sneered, snatching the hat from her hands. “I didn’t tell you about that so you could throw it in my face!” 

“Well, I’m doing it for the greater good of our family photo!” She glared at him. “Put that hat on before I shove it on your head myself.”

“Fine.”

“Are you two alright?” Stella smirked, adjusting her crown on her head as she walked up to Harry and Gemma. “Santa is still putting people on the naughty list you know?” 

“If anyone’s going to be on the naughty list, it’s Harry.” Gemma tossed her arm around Stella’s shoulder with a proud smirk. “He’s being a pain in the arse.”

“Is the hat really necessary to the photo?” He groaned, dropping his head back. 

“Yes.” Stella and Gemma said at the same time. 

“Alright, alright.” He groaned, tugging the hat over his curls. “Are you both happy now?”

“Ecstatic.” Stella smiled brightly at Harry. “I think you look handsome.”

“I’m going to just point out…” Gemma pulled her arm from around Stella, tucking her hands behind her back. “That there’s mistletoe hanging from that piece of wood above your heads.” 

“Gemma-” Harry’s eyes grew wide. 

“And I’m promptly going to walk away.” She smiled at Stella. “Meet us at the tree in ten minutes.” 

“Gemma-” Stella held her hand out as Gemma walked away, her eyes growing just as wide as Harry’s were. “What a sneaky little elf.” 

“Tell me about it.” Harry shifted, adjusting the hat on his head. “Devious little-”

“Well, I guess we can’t break tradition.” Stella looked up at Harry, shuffling forward slowly with a little smirk on her lips. “I mean, what would Santa say if we didn’t kiss under the mistletoe?”

Harry licked over his bottom lip, his fingers twitching. 

“You really want to kiss me?”

“I might.” Stella’s toes were almost touching Harry’s now. “But the question is, do you want to kiss me?”

“I do, yeah.” He nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since I laid eyes on you, Stella.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” She raised her brows. “Now is your chance, Mr. Grinch, lay one on me.”

Harry lifted his hands, pressing them to Stella’s face hesitantly before he lowered his lips to hers in a soft kiss. It was a gentle peck, one that anyone would share underneath the mistletoe, but Harry wanted more from Stella. It seemed that she wanted more as well, her arms sliding around his neck as she pressed up on her toes. He let his hands fall to her waist as the kiss grew more intense, his hands holding onto her tightly as she brushed her tongue over his lower lip. He tried his best not to smile into the kiss, letting her have what she wanted by parting his lips. When her tongue slipped over his, he let out a tiny moan, gripping her hips tighter. 

“Get a room, you two!” Harry groaned, pressing his forehead to Stella’s. 

“Gemma, I swear to god-” Harry turned his head, whipping his santa hat off before he threw it in her direction. “Go bother someone else!” 

Stella laughed, ducking her forehead down to Harry’s chest as he rubbed his thumbs over her side gently. He felt her body shaking underneath his hands, his heart hammering in his chest when he realized just how close they actually were. He turned his head back, lifting a hand up to guide Stella’s chin up. He pressed his lips to hers once, twice, three more times before she pressed her palms to Harry’s chest. 

“We’ll never stop if we don’t move away from the mistletoe.” Stella whispered. “And I think Gemma might physically pull us apart if we miss that Christmas picture.”

“Let it be known that I’m only partaking in this picture because I want to stand next to you for as long as I can.” Harry smiled. “I think I have a little more than a crush on you, Stella.” 

“I think I have more than a crush on you, too.”

**

“Madeline, stop right there.” Stella let out a frustrated sigh as she looped her arm under the baby carrier, her eyes falling down to the sleeping infant. “Milo, promise Mumma that you’ll listen when you get to that age?”

“Give him here.” Harry brushed a kiss over Stella’s temple, his hand massaging her lower back gently. “You go catch up with speed racer, okay? I’ll be right behind you with the baby and the diaper bag.”

“Thank you.” Stella turned her head, puckering her lips out. “I love you.” 

“I love you.” He hummed out. “And our beautiful babies, even if one of them has a death wish and two left feet.” 

Stella snorted out a laugh, pulling her arm from the carrier before she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “I better go help her up the stairs.”

“Please, we don’t need a repeat of last year.” Harry smiled. 

“Yeah, I would like to avoid a trip to A&E this year.” Stella snorted. 

He watched Stella walk over to an antsy Madeline, her pigtails bouncing about as she jumped from foot to foot in excitement. Harry chuckled softly at his daughter, amused by her excitement. He was happy that she found so much joy in Christmas, just like her Mother did. He watched Stella hold a hand out, waiting for Madeline to take it before they both conquered the brick steps outside of his Mum’s house. When they got to the top, Stella lifted Madeline up, kissing over her cheeks as their daughter giggled. Harry lifted Milo’s car seat from the base, his eyes falling down to the six month old with hazel eyes and soft cheeks just like his Mother’s. 

“We’ve got our hands full with those two, mate.” Harry pulled the soft, wintery blue blanket up to Milo’s chin, tucking it around his shoulders so that he would stay warm. “Gonna keep us both on our toes, I know it.” 

Milo cooed up at him, causing Harry to smile wider before he ducked his head down to kiss his son's soft cheeks. 

“Let’s get you into Nan’s before you turn into a popsicle, my love.” Harry said. “Mumma won’t be happy if we have to spend Christmas thawing you out.”

As Harry made his way up the stairs, he couldn’t help but remember five Christmases ago. 

He was walking up the exact same steps on his own, unaware of the magic that was waiting inside for him. He was unaware that the girl Gemma brought home for Christmas would one day be his wife, and the mother of his two beautiful children. He had no idea that they would spend long nights together, planning their future and holding each other tight. He opened the front door to his Mum’s house, smiling at the sound of Madeline telling his Mother a story with animated gestures, her curly pigtails bouncing around as Stella tried to wrangle her jacket off. 

“And then Daddy told me we could get a puppy next year if I was good enough!” Madeline squealed out as Harry shut the door. 

He dodged the steely gaze he got from Stella after she heard the word puppy.

“Sorry.” He mouthed over at her, causing her to shake her head as she tried to fight off a smile. 

“You’re a menace.” She mouthed back. “But I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” He said it outloud, his heart soaring in his chest. 

Stella gave him a heart warming smile, Madeline’s coat still in her hands. 

Seconds later, Milo let out a tiny cry causing Harry to snap back into dad mode. 

He rested the carseat on the ground, carefully pulling his son out before pressing a kiss to his chubby little cheeks. As if Gemma could sense his presence, she barreled into the living room with her eyes set on Milo. 

“There’s my little man.” She held her hands out, wiggling them as Harry rolled his eyes. “You get to see him every day, Harry. Pass him over to his auntie.” 

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Please be careful with him, I kind of like this one.”

“Piss off.” Gemma snorted out, sliding Milo onto her hip before pressing a bright red kiss mark into his forehead. “Has Daddy told you that without auntie Gem, you wouldn’t exist?” 

“Gemma-” 

“Can you believe that?” She looked up at Harry, a hint of something nostalgic and genuine sparkling in her green eyes. “If I’d never brought Stella to family Christmas, we wouldn’t have two beautiful babies to dote over every year.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine what life would be like without them.” He whispered. “Thank you, Gemma.”

“Harry, I really didn’t-”

“Gemma.” He said her name sternly, pressing his palm to her bicep. “Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She said softly, her eyes watering. “Now, if you could do me a favor and bring a hot friend around, I’d really appreciate it.”

“I’ll see what I can manage.” He let out a wet chuckle, his own eyes watering. 

“What are we managing?” Stella wrapped her arms around Harry. 

“We owe Gem a favor.” He sniffled, turning head to press a kiss to Stella’s forehead. 

“Why are you crying, baby?” Stella frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all.” He pressed his lips to hers, softly brushing his nose against the tip of hers as his. “Just so incredibly grateful to have you in my life, that’s all.”

“You’re so sappy around the holiday’s.” Stella brushed her palm over his belly. “I love you, Mr. Styles.” 

“I love you, too, Mrs. Styles.” He said. “Merry Christmas, Darling.”

“Merry Christmas.” 

[wayward-dreamer]

Life’s Lessons - Part 10

Title: Life’s Lessons - A Lesson in Love and Hope

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Other Characters: OFCs: Jill (Y/N’s sister), Evie and Mia (Y/N’s nieces), OMC: Brian (Y/N’s brother-in-law)

Word Count: 6,385 (notes in bold, thoughts, texts, song lyrics in italics). 

Part Summary: As Christmas time approaches, Y/N and Dean are sad they can’t spend this time together as she goes home to New York for the holidays. However, their Christmas presents to each other prove that they have a future together.

Warnings: Slight angst, brief mention of reader’s exes, Dean’s self-deprecation rears its ugly head (slightly), Dean being sweet (yes, that’s a warning), Fluff (yes, it’s true, you read that correctly lol)

Music: It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas by Jason Manns (Y/N at the airport scene), Let It Snow by Bing Crosby (playing in the background of Y/N and her sister girl talk scene), Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas by Jensen Ackles and Jason Manns (Christmas Eve scenes)

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A/N: It’s a Christmas chapter! Yay! Great timing as it’s the first day of the holiday season! Thank you to everyone who has been reading and loving this series. I never thought it would get as much love as it has, and I’m so grateful to every single one of you! There’s only 5 parts and an epilogue left after this, I can’t believe we’re almost at the end, but there’s still quite a bit of story to tell. I’m so excited for you guys to see what happens! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

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Y/N smiled as she watched the kids rushing out the front doors of the school. It was officially the end of the day and the start of the holidays. She pulled her coat a little tighter around herself, as she called out to some students to be careful on the sidewalk, as it had snowed overnight. It was December 22nd, and school had let out early. In a few short hours, she was flying out to New York to spend the holidays with her family. She was nervous about the weather and was praying that her flight wouldn’t be grounded. She was also nervous to be headed home but considering Ethan had made the permanent move to L.A. she doubted he would be there.

She went back into the school and quickly packed up her things. She said goodbye to all the teachers and to Chuck and walked out with Cas and Charlie.

“Alright, here” Charlie said, as she handed her a small present in the parking lot.

“Oh Charlie, thank you” Y/N smiled, as she took it and handed one over to her as well. Y/N opened the gift, smiling as she saw the earrings she wanted during a time when she and Charlie had gone shopping, but didn’t buy.

Charlie hugged her after opening hers, a beautiful scarf that had her favorite colors.

Cas and Y/N exchanged gifts too, a new tie, white with little books on it for him because “blue may be your color, but you can branch out” and a leather-bound journal for her.

“Merry Christmas” all three of them hugged and called out to each other before they drove home.

Y/N hurried to get home as she still had a few more things to pack before she left in the evening. She had messaged Mark a few days after the incident with him, telling him that it was really over and to never call her, ever again. So far, it seemed like he had gotten the message, having not tried to contact her at all in the last few weeks. She was incredibly thankful for that. She was also thankful that in that time, she and Dean had been hanging out a lot, too. It was all very innocent and simple, just watching movies and making dinner together, or ordering take-out if they didn’t feel like cooking, after they both finished work. After that first night when they slept in her bed, they hadn’t done more than that. She was beginning to wonder when Dean would ask her out, and whether she should just ask him. Though she knew that maybe they just needed a little more time.

When she got home, she unzipped her boots and walked around in socked feet. She picked her suitcase which was half packed already and put it on the bed. She started putting some clothes and shoes and other items that she would need, including a few last-minute presents for her nieces.

Once she was finally finished packing, Y/N got changed into the clothes she’d be wearing to travel. A loose, grey, high-neck sweater and dark grey scarf, black pants and her grey coat, and white sneakers to make it easier on her feet in the airport. She had her carry-on and check-in bags ready by the door, needing both for this trip as she had to carry so many presents with her. She couldn’t wait to see her family after so many months away from them.

Dean shrugged on a thicker plaid shirt, wrapped a scarf around his neck and then his brown leather jacket. He picked up the rectangle shaped present he had wrapped horribly (he had never been good at that) and opened the front door, leaving the house and closing it.

He walked down the porch steps and across the path in his front yard, where he had cleared the snow off to the sides. He walked across the street and down the path of Y/N’s yard, which he had cleared for her, walking up her porch steps. He stood in front of the door and let out a big breath, pushing the doorbell. He had her present in his hand and he wanted to give it to her at that very moment. He had enlisted Dorothy’s help in finding it for Y/N, after an idea popped into his head and he couldn’t get rid of it. Considering Dorothy had connections, she had managed to get him a decent price on it; it was expensive but at least it didn’t cost him an absolute fortune once she haggled the price down.

The door opened, and Y/N was shocked to see Dean standing there. She stood at the threshold and admired how adorable he looked all rugged up to protect himself from the cold.

“Hi” she smiled, softly.

“Hi” he smirked, walking in when she stepped aside. “You leaving soon?”

“Yeah, my cab should be here any minute” she said, shutting the door.

Dean nodded, as he handed the present over to her. “Here.”

“Oh, Dean” she smiled at him, as she took it from him. “I was going to leave yours at your door, but-” she stopped herself as she tucked the present under her arm, gesturing for him to wait and walked into her office.

Dean watched as she came back, carrying a large, thin, rectangular shape wrapped up in silver wrapping and a giant red ribbon, tied into a bow.

“This is for you” she smiled, handing it over to him. “But you can’t open it until midnight, after Christmas Eve is over.”

“Okay. Wow. Thanks” he said, looking over it and wondering what the hell it was. “You can’t open yours till then, either.”

“New York’s an hour ahead” she laughed.

“Doesn’t matter. We both open them on our midnight. Deal?” he asked, smirking.

“Deal” she nodded, with a smile.

“So… New York. I’m glad you’ll get to see your folks for the holidays” he said, his smirk fading away knowing that she’d be so far away. He was happy for her, though. She deserved to see her family after so many months away.

“I can’t wait” she beamed. “Just to see them all, hug and cuddle my little nieces, soak up the holiday spirit.”

“That’s great.” He smirked. Seeing her love for her family made him positive that his own would love her, and she would love them.

He looked down at the present in her hand and smirked. He really hoped that it would let her know what he felt for her. Y/N looked at the present she got him and hoped that he’d like it. It was something for his new building where he was going to have the restoration garage. It would look amazing in his office, there.

A car horn honking pulled them out of their thoughts, and Y/N glanced down at her watch. She looked up at him smiling brightly.

“Merry Christmas, Dean” she said.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N” he smirked.

She moved in and wrapped her arms around his neck. His automatically came around her waist, pulling her into the hug. They held each other for a moment, basking in each other’s touch, their eyes closed. They jumped apart as the car horn sounded again.

Y/N laughed as she gathered her things. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Yeah” he agreed. “Here, let me help.”

Dean placed his huge present outside on the porch as Y/N walked out and closed the door to her house, locking it securely. Dean walked down the porch steps, with her check-in suitcase, putting it in the trunk of the cab. Y/N walked down and opened the door to the backseat, as Dean took her carry-on and put that in the trunk as well.  She waited for a moment, as Dean walked over to her after closing the trunk. She really wished she could stay back and spend time with him, but she had to see her family. She was really looking forward to it, but she couldn’t help but feel sad that she wouldn’t be with Dean.

He looked down at her, looking as beautiful as the day he first saw her. He hated that he wouldn’t get to see her over Christmas and New Years’, wishing that she could stay back, and they could spend the holidays together. He wished he could see the look on her face when she opened the present from him, but he would have to settle for hearing whether she liked it or not. He was really going to miss her. Kiss her! He thought to himself as he continued to look at her. Before he could think twice, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, softly.

It didn’t take long for it to deepen, as Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled into the kiss, as he pulled her closer, their lips moving against each other’s. They were finally in each other’s arms again. There was so much behind the kiss; a promise of more to come, a promise of their future together, a promise of things being better for both of them. Y/N was the one to pull away, regretfully, but she had a plane to catch. “I really have to go” she said, frowning as she looked up at him. “But um… it’s about time you did that” she said, biting her lip.

Dean groaned when he saw her do that. “Don’t, sweetheart, or I won’t let you get on that plane.”

She laughed as she stopped. “Bye.” She leaned in and pecked his lips.

“Bye” he said, returning her smile.

With one last glance at him, she got into the cab. Dean watched it drive away with a smile on his face. He suddenly couldn’t wait to see her again.

Y/N eyes scanned over the crowds at the airport, trying to spot her dad. She had shoved her way through baggage claim and picked up her check-in and was now trying to find her father through the throngs of people embracing each other, excited to get their holiday celebrations underway. By the time they had a quick lay-over in Atlanta and flew into New York, it was 8.30pm, which was the scheduled time, and she was incredibly thankful to whatever higher power there was that got her there. It was still a 2-hour drive to Rhinebeck, and her family would most likely be sleeping by the time she got home, but at least she’d see them properly in the morning.

As the crowd around her cleared, she spotted her father and beamed as he saw her too, waving frantically. She rushed over to him and launched herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. She felt tears prick her eyes as she laughed, happy to finally see him again.

“Oh sweetie, let me look at you” he said, pulling away from the hug and holding her at arms’ length. “You look different.” He eyed her, his brows knitted together.

“I’m still the same me, dad” she shrugged, laughing slightly.

“It’s so good to see you” he smiled, his eyes glistening. “Come on, let’s go.”

As they walked out of the airport, a bearded man with glasses was jamming “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” on his guitar. His case was open in front of him, and Y/N quickly walked over, dropping a 20-dollar bill in.

“Thanks” he smiled. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” she called back and then hurried over to her dad, who was wheeling her bags to the parking lot. She smiled as she walked beside him; Christmas was her favorite holiday, and it was already off to a great start.

The drive back home was filled with Y/N catching up on everything she had missed. Her dad told her that her mom was going crazy with excitement of her being there soon and was making sure everything was perfect. Y/N laughed; her mom didn’t need to do anything extra to make things special considering it always would be no matter what, but she wouldn’t be her mom if she didn’t.

When they arrived home, Y/N gasped as she saw the house decorated so beautifully. The lights and decorations on the house were as stunning as always, and she was glad she got to see them again. As they went in, Y/N laughed quietly to herself as saw her mother, fast asleep on one couch, and her brother-in-law asleep on the other. Her sister and the kids were most likely asleep upstairs.

“I’ll get them up, you go upstairs” her dad whispered. “Brian can carry that up.” He gestured to her large suitcase.

“Thanks, dad” she whispered, as she quietly walked up the stairs with her carry-on.

She walked to her old bedroom and flicked on the light. She laughed slightly as she saw it still hadn’t changed at all since before she left for college. All her Backstreet Boys and NSYNC posters were still up on one wall, her Led Zeppelin ones still up on the other. She really had an eclectic taste in music. She heard a soft knock on the door and turned, seeing her brother-in-law, Brian, walk in with her suitcase. She smiled as she walked over, hugging him tightly.

“Jill’s gonna freak in the morning. I tried waking her up but Evie’s practically sleeping on top of her” Brian said, laughing slightly.

“I’ll catch them in the morning” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Brian nodded, smiling at her. “It’s good to have you home. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight” she said, watching him leave and shut the door behind him.

Y/N quickly got changed for bed and slipped under the covers. As she drifted off, she couldn’t wait to see everyone else in the morning.

It was great to be home.

“Auntie Y/N!” a little voice yelled as it barrelled through Y/N’s room and bounced up on the bed.

Y/N gasped and flinched as a little body flung itself over her. She relaxed when she realized where she was, and held her 5-year-old niece, Evie tighter.

“I’m so happy you’re here” she smiled down at Y/N.

“So am I, sweetie” Y/N smiled, rocking her side to side as she didn’t let go.

Y/N looked up at the door when she saw her sister standing against the doorframe, holding her 8-month-old niece, Mia on her hip.

“This one wants to say hi, too” Jill said, smiling.

Y/N got up from bed, Evie stuck to her leg as she walked over to her sister. She hugged her tight, feeling a few tears escape down her face.

“I missed you, so much” Y/N said, holding Jill tighter.

“I missed you too” Jill said, pulling away and smiling at her.

Y/N smiled as she saw the baby. She was so big now, having only been 4 months when she left for Lawrence. She reached for her, but little Mia scrunched her face up, squirming into her mother.

“This one needs to be fed, so you get cleaned up and come downstairs. Mom’s making breakfast” Jill said, kissing Y/N’s cheek and taking the girls out of the room.

Y/N quickly brushed her teeth and threw her robe on over her pyjamas. She raced down the stairs and into the kitchen, smiling when she saw her mom’s back as she stood at the stove.

“Mom” Y/N said, as she walked over.

Her mom turned around and nearly started crying on the spot. She rushed over and took Y/N in her arms, hugging her tight.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here” her mom said to her as she pulled away, wiping her eyes.

“Me too” Y/N smiled.

“Alright, the pancakes are almost done. So, sit down and help yourself, and everyone else will down soon” her mom said, gesturing to the table that was already set.

“Can’t I help with something?” Y/N asked, frowning.

“No, you just got here, honey. Relax, we’ll put you to work tomorrow” her mom laughed, as she playfully shoved her towards the dining table.

Y/N laughed and shook her head as she walked over, licking her lips at the sight of the delicious breakfast.

After a great breakfast with her family, Y/N helped Evie decorate another gingerbread house, because the two she did with grandma yesterday weren’t enough. Jill sat with Mia on her lap, across from Y/N at the dining table, as Let It Snow played in the background through the house. Brian had gone back to their house to get some more bottles for the baby, and her parents had rushed out to deliver some homemade Christmas cake to their friends. So, Y/N was glad she and her sister were alone for a while, to have some proper girl talk.

“So…” Jill trailed off, as she distracted the baby with her toy, and tried to ice a piece of the gingerbread house with one hand. “How are things with Mark?”

Y/N smiled, sheepishly, feeling guilty she hadn’t told her sister yet. “Things are… over.”

“What?” Jill asked, wide eyes looking up at her.

Y/N shrugged, as she iced one part of the roof for the gingerbread house. “Things got a little… complicated.”

“Well, considering I only know whatever you told me up to the third date, I need the specifics” Jill said, shifting Mia when she started to fuss.

“I know, I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you in a while” Y/N frowned, looking up at her sister.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t apologize. I mean, we’ve both been busy” Jill laughed slightly, gesturing her head between her two daughters.

Y/N looked at Evie sitting next to her and smiled, seeing her niece in full concentration as she decorated, her tongue sticking out.

“This one has to leave, though” Y/N said, looking at Evie and then Jill.

Jill nodded in understanding. “Evie, honey. Can you stop what you’re doing for a second?”

“What is it, mommy?” Evie asked, her big eyes looking at her mom.

“Can you make sure all the presents are kept neatly under the tree?” Jill asked her in return.

“Okay” she replied, simply, not understanding why she had to go but doing it anyway.

Once she was out of earshot, Jill turned to Y/N. “Okay. Spill.”

Y/N took the next few moments to tell Jill everything that had happened with Mark.

“Fuck” Jill remarked, not knowing what to say.

“Yeah” Y/N nodded.

A short pause fell between them as Jill thought about everything her sister just told her.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Jill asked, her eyes teary.

“I didn’t want you guys to worry about me” Y/N replied, shaking her head. “And don’t tell mom and dad, they’d freak out. I’ll tell them myself at a later stage.”

Jill sighed, but nodded. “Okay.”

“Thank you” Y/N smiled, softly. She bit her lip, wondering if she should tell her sister about Dean too. Maybe it was too soon?

Jill tapped her fingers on the table as she watched her sister, her face looking like her brain was overloaded with thoughts.

“There’s something else” Jill said, knowingly. “Isn’t there?”

Y/N looked at her sister, tentatively. She wasn’t sure if she should say it or not.

Jill cocked her head to the side, a smile gracing her face as she understood. “Who is he?”

Y/N scoffed, impressed with her sister’s intuition.

She spent another couple of minutes telling Jill everything about Dean. She felt a smile tug at her lips as she talked about him. After everything she had been through in the past, and then with Mark, she thought for minute back there she’d never be able to think of dating someone again, but things were different with Dean.

“So… when you get back, what’s going to happen?” Jill asked, curious about what she was thinking of doing.

“I… don’t know, but… I know that he’s it now” Y/N replied, her smile growing.

Jill smiled. “I gotta say, I’ve never seen you like this. Yeah sure, you’ve been with a few guys, but this is different.”

“It feels different this time” Y/N nodded. “I don’t want to get my hopes up, but… it feels like this is it. And I know he’s some years older than me, but that doesn’t matter to me.”

Truth be told, men who were slightly older than her were a turn on for her. Plus, she had only ever been with guys her own age. Maybe it was time for a change.

In that moment, Y/N’s baby niece started to fuss in Jill’s lap.

“Oh, honey. You can’t be hungry, I just fed you” Jill said, frowning as she didn’t know what was wrong.

Y/N got up and walked over to their side of the table. She slowly picked up the baby and held her close, lightly bouncing her. Little Mia smiled and Jill smiled, too.

“She just needs a little lovin’ from her aunt” Y/N smiled, kissing her niece’s chubby cheek.

Jill admired her sister with the baby. “You look good like that.”

“Stop” Y/N laughed, shaking her head. She didn’t need those thoughts in her head at that moment. She had always loved children, and couldn’t wait to have her own, but she wondered if Dean was the one who she would have them with. Did he even want any?

The doorbell rang and interrupted them. Y/N gave little Mia back to Jill and walked to the front door. She screamed when she opened it and saw Katie smiling at her. The friends hugged tightly, laughing.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Katie said, swaying them side to side.

“Me too” Y/N tearfully told her, letting go of her and letting her into the house. “You just missed girl talk, though.”

“Well, catch me up. I’m all ears” Katie said, walking into the house, taking off her coat.

Y/N laughed as she followed behind her, ready to divulge everything she told Jill to her best friend as well.

The next day brought a whirlwind of familial chaos, as Y/N’s family got everything ready for Christmas Eve dinner. Christmas carols were playing in the background, as her mom worked on the ham, her dad helped with all the sides and her sister was in charge of decorating the rest of the house, the table and setting it. Brian was keeping the kids entertained and Y/N was making pudding and few other treats for dessert.

It took all day, but they finally got everything ready and in time for dinner. As everyone got dressed and ready, Y/N took some time to admire the house. The lights were dimmed, the candles were lit, and everything was bathed in a beautiful glow. The lights on the tree were shining, and the fireplace crackled, adding to the ambience of the room. She was so glad to be here with her family and to spend this time with them.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Let your heart be light

From now on,

Our troubles will be out of sight

She quickly had a shower, and then got ready for dinner in a red, A-line dress, with sleeves that came to her mid-forearm. She pinned her Y/H/C hair into a bun, a few strands framing her face. She put on her nude heels and then went downstairs to join her family.

Dinner was absolutely divine, and her mom had outdone herself, yet again. Everything from the ham to the pudding for dessert was perfect, and everyone was absolutely stuffed by the end. They all relaxed on the couch and sang some carols, drank eggnog and enjoyed the fact that they were all together again. For the first time in a long time, Y/N had no fear about Ethan or Mark, or any of the other troubles she had had in the past. All she needed was her family and hoped that the man who she had fallen in love from the minute she saw him, would also be a permanent figure in her life.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Make the Yule-tide gay,

From now on,

Our troubles will be miles away

It was pretty much the same vibe over at the Winchesters.

Mary had assigned jobs for everyone, stating to the boys that they weren’t getting out of it just because they didn’t live at home anymore. She made Eileen and Sam come early as well as Dean, so that they could all do their assigned jobs.

Once everything was ready before dinner, everyone put on their ugly Christmas sweaters, a Winchester tradition that was something silly but fun. Bobby, Ellen and Jo arrived, and they all greeted each other. They sat around talking and laughing as they ate, and afterwards sat around on the couches, listening to carols while drinking eggnog. No one trusted Sam with it anymore, so it was Eileen’s job to mix it since she joined their family. Dean smiled as he looked around at his family, content for the first time in years.

Here we are as in olden days,

Happy golden days of yore

Loving friends who are dear to us,

Gather near to us once more

However, Dean was the first one to notice when Eileen wasn’t drinking any. He gestured to her and then signed “are you okay?”, which was just one of the things of what little he knew, but he was trying to get better at it. She nodded and then smiled at Sam. They had a small conversation between themselves, before Sam turned to everyone with a huge smile on his face.

“Well, now’s as good a time as any to tell you… we’re having a baby” he said, beaming. “Eileen’s 16 weeks in.”

Dean’s eyes widened but his smile grew as he got up, and hugged his brother first, Mary and Eileen hugging as Mary cried. Everyone hugged the expecting parents, before they all sat back down.

“Congratulations, guys” Dean said, as he returned to one side of the couch. “That’s awesome, seriously.”

Sam smiled as he kissed Eileen’s cheek. “Thanks, Dean.”

“Oh, I can’t wait for my first grandchild!” Mary exclaimed, as John kissed her head.

Dean’s mind wandered off as Eileen and Sam were talking about moving into a bigger place. Mary was listening intently, but Dean couldn’t focus on the conversation. He couldn’t have been happier for his little brother and sister-in-law. They were going to make great parents; he knew that to be the absolute truth. However, he couldn’t help but feel an unexpected sadness wash over him. He never thought of himself as the “having kids” type of guy, hell, he never pictured himself in a serious relationship. That was when he was younger though. As he got older, he realized he wanted those things, and even though he was happy for Sam, he felt a little jealous sometimes that his little brother would have all of that before he did.

The last year of his life had been a waste, as he tried to salvage a relationship with Lisa. He couldn’t help but think where he would be if he had broken up with her a year ago. Mostly likely with Y/N as soon as she got to Lawrence he thought as he tried to concentrate on the conversation his family was having. It was no use though, as his mind continued torment him with the possibilities that could’ve been, if he had just claimed his freedom sooner.

Dean silently excused himself and walked out to the back porch of his childhood home. He let out a long breath, seeing it cloud up in the cold. He sipped the eggnog, feeling the kick of the alcohol warm him up. He smiled sadly as he thought about Y/N, so far away from him, in New York with her own family. He wondered what she wanted from life and whether their wants would align, whether having a family was something she wanted or not. He really hoped so.

“Merry freakin’ Christmas” he mumbled to himself. He never had a problem with being alone, but as he got older it had started to become a fear for him. Maybe that was why it took so long to see the whole truth with Lisa.

“Sure is” he heard someone say behind him. He turned and saw his mom standing behind him.

“I’ll be back in soon, mom” he said, turning away from her.

“Actually” she started as she stood next to him and faced him. “I was thinking we could talk.”

“About?” he asked, staring down at his eggnog.

Mary was quiet for a moment before she spoke. “Who is she?”

Dean scoffed as he closed his eyes. Of course his mom had figured it out.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, his jaw clenched. “She’s… she’s the best person I’ve ever known and… I have no idea if I should do anything about this because honestly, she deserves more than me.”

“Isn’t that up to her?” Mary asked, knowingly. “If you’re spending so much time with her, and I know you have because I’ve hardly seen you over the last few weeks, then doesn’t that mean that she wants to give you a chance?”

Dean blinked a few times as he took in what Mary just said. “I guess.”

“Then all you have to is take the leap” Mary smiled.

Dean nodded slowly, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Yeah.”

Mary nodded. “Just know, you have to bring her here because we need to meet her.”

Dean groaned and laughed, shaking his head. “Great.”

Mary smiled, leaning over to kiss his cold cheek. “Come inside soon, it’s way too cold.”

“I will” he promised as he watched her go back in.

Dean smirked as he thought about how Y/N would actually fit in with his family. He knew he needed to muster up the courage and just ask her out. Let go of the fear that had developed because of everything that had happened with Lisa. Maybe it was too soon after, but the truth was, he didn’t want more time. He was ready to be happy.

Through the years

We all be together,

If the Fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.

At midnight, Y/N and her family all wished each other a Merry Christmas, before they cleared everything up and each of them headed to bed. They would be up in several hours again, to open the presents anyway. As she went upstairs, there was one thing she needed to do before she headed to bed. Walking into her room, she shut the door and walked over to her carry-on bag. She opened it and found the present from Dean. She moved the bag back to the floor and then sat down on her bed, the present in her hand.

She laughed a little as she saw the envelope on it had her name but also “READ AFTER OPENING” in Dean’s all caps writing. She opened the wrapping, frowning when the thing was wrapped in brown paper as well. She unwrapped the brown paper, noticing that it was a very old but beautiful, hardcover book. She frowned again, but as she turned the book around and saw the spine, she gasped loudly.

In her hand, was an early edition of her favorite novel of all time, Jane Eyre. Y/N’s eyes widened as they started to well up with tears. She remembered telling him it was her favorite at dinner with him. It was yet another thing he remembered about her, the Led Zeppelin album being the first. She felt the tears rolling down her face as she opened the book, slowly flicking through it. She closed it and hugged it to her chest. She couldn’t believe he had done this for her.

She put the book in her lap and picked up the envelope, opening it and sliding the card out. Opening the card, she smiled through tears as she read his words.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart.

I hate that you’re not here with me, but I can’t wait until you’re back. There’s a lot that I wanna say, but I’ve never been good with words. So, I’m just gonna do my best.

I’ve never been surer of anything, than I am that you’re the greatest person that I’ll ever know. You’re beautiful, smart, strong as all hell, and have the kindest heart of anyone I know. I know how freaking lucky I am that you’re in my life.

I hope this present lets you know how much you mean to me. How much you’ll always mean to me.

Y/N, this is it for me. You’re it for me. I need you to know that.

Have an amazing time with your family and I’ll see you as soon as you get back.

Dean

She laughed through her tears, shaking her head. She had never been surer of anything either; that he was the greatest man she had ever known. That she was so madly in love with him, and she couldn’t wait to tell him that someday.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas

When it reached midnight in Kansas, Dean said a quick “Merry Christmas” to everyone, but everyone kept wondering why he was heading off so quickly.

“You know, you can just stay the night to open presents in the morning” Mary told him as she handed out warm cider to everybody.

“No, there’s uh… something I gotta do” Dean said, putting his jacket on.

“Something or… someone?” Jo asked, smiling suspiciously.

“Shut up, Jo” he groaned, glaring at her.

Jo laughed as she and Sam looked at each other.

“Seriously, what’s the rush, kid?” Bobby asked, curiously.

“Can a man not have a little time to himself anymore? Jeez” Dean grumbled, shaking his head.

“Alright, everyone leave him alone” Mary said, calming everyone down. “He’ll be back soon anyway.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek, patting his shoulder.

He would be back in several hours anyway to open presents with everyone, but at that moment he had to see what was awaiting him.

When he got home, he walked over to the big present from Y/N, resting against a wall in his living room. He chuckled as he looked over the size of it, wondering what the hell she had gotten him. He opened the large bow, letting it fall away. He dug his finger into the edge of the wrapping and ripped it open, at every side to see the present more clearly.

“Holy shit” he gasped as his mouth open in awe.

The present was a large black frame, with a black and white photo of his beloved Baby, shining away in the sun. It looked like his backyard in the background of it, and he had to wonder how she took this photo. On the corner of the frame was an envelope with his name written on it. He took it and opened it, smirking as he saw her handwriting.

Merry Christmas, Dean!

I took this photo for you to hang in your new office at the restoration site. There’s nothing better to convince the customers to bring their cars to you than a picture of Baby.

I’m so proud of you for everything you’re working towards. It’s going to bring so many amazing things your way; don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

I hope that the new year brings you everything you wish for, because if there’s anyone who deserves it, it’s you. You’ve been an amazing support to me, and I’ll never forget everything you’ve done for me. Ever.

I can’t wait to see you when I get back and just be near you again.

Y/N xx

He smirked as he read over the note a few times. She really was something else. He couldn’t believe that someone like her would want someone like him, but he knew how lucky he was that she was in his life.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas

He looked at the clock and saw that it was ten past midnight, which meant it was ten past 1am in New York. Y/N was probably asleep, but he really wanted to speak to her. He sent her a quick text, asking if she was awake. When he got a reply instantly that she was, he dialled her number. In New York, Y/N sat up instantly when her phone rang and picked it up.

“Hi” she said, smiling. “Dean, I… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Did I make the English teacher speechless?” he teased with a smirk on his face.

“Yes” she admitted. “Dean, it’s… thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Dean smiled. “Well, it’s like I’ve said before, sweetheart. You don’t ever have to thank me.”

“Did you… did you mean it? What you said?” she asked. She already knew it was the truth, but she just needed to hear it. She just needed to know for certain.

“Yes” he replied. There was no pause. No hesitation.

Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes all over again. “You’re… you’re it for me, too.”

Dean smiled, feeling like his heart would burst from her confession that she felt the same.

“Thanks for the photo. It’s so freaking awesome, Y/N” he smirked as he looked over at it.

“You’re welcome” she said, smiling. “But Dean, now our presents are totally uneven. This would’ve been so expensive-” she said as she picked the book, but Dean cut her off.

“Hey, no. It’s not about that, okay? I knew… I knew that I wanted you to have it. Plus, with Dorothy’s help it wasn’t too expensive, so we’re good” he reassured her.

“Okay” she said, nodding.

Dean looked up at the time and knew he should end the call. “I should let you go. Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Dean” she smiled as they both hung up the phone.

That morning, as they fell asleep for a few more hours before they had to wake up again, even with miles and miles between them, they fell asleep with dreams of each other. They fell into a peaceful slumber, knowing this was the start of something magical for both of them.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

-x-

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[luca-moreno]

20 / eva!

He’s seen the old earth vids. The snow, the sleighs, the colourful trees and the even more colourful lights, the pile of prettily wrapped presents piled by brick fireplaces… the families in matching woolly sweaters with odd patterns.

He’s seen them all and he’s wanted to experience it as long as he can remember… Too bad the closest they can get to a tree is some weird green tinted blow up hanar decorated with the sparkilest bits of drone debris he can find.

He stands back and eyes it critically where it stands in the corner of the mess hall.

“What. The. Hell. Is. THAT?”

Luca slumps despondently when Davis materializes beside him, a look of abject horror on her face. “Luca… no.”

“Shut up, it’s all I could find. And isn’t this supposed to be your job? Miss I-can-get-anything-anytime?”

“Uh, in case you hadn’t noticed, we’re in the middle of a war. Or did you forget the close call we had only yesterday and the hole blown in the cargo bay?”

“I was there remember.”

“Besides, it’s only…” Davis frowns, consults her datapad. “August, in earthspace.”

Luca shrugs and stares at his makeshift tree. “Eh. Close enough.”

--

The crew, it turns out, are thrilled for any excuse for a party. Zeus breaks out the eggnog (gross, Luca thinks, tastes like snot), Davis somehow manages to pull together a kris kringle (whatever the sweet enkindlers that is) and Braun finds a collection of old timey carols he pumps through the Berlin’s PA system, so everyone can really get into the spirit. It’s weird, but it’s fun and Luca has no idea if this is really the way Christmas is supposed to be celebrated but he figures it’s as close as he’s gonna get.

He finds Eva off to one side, a plate with debris from an impromptu feast at her side and a glass of that spicy snot stuff Zeus was handing out in her hand.

“Hey Sparkle, what did you get from under the, um, hanar? We named him Santos by the way. Are you supposed to name the tree… thing? It feels like something that should happen but when I asked Thurman he got this weird look on his face like he was about to cry.”

Eva laughs and throws out an arm to welcome him into a quick hug. “You know as much as I do about this particular earth custom, Luc. I mean, I’ve seen the movies too but…”

“Isaac says when the war is over, we’ll go to his colony and have a real Christmas. But I guess this is as close as we’re going to get for now.”

“I suppose so.”

Luca nudges her lightly. “Come on, Evie. No sads tonight, okay.”

“I’m not sad.”

“Yeah, and I’m totally not gonna play Christmas carols until I pass out later. Speaking of…”

Luca hops up and bows with a flourish. “Mi’lady,” he grins and then snatches Eva’s hand, pressing a kiss to the back of her palm. “Come dance with me.”

“Luca,” she laughs. “No one else is dancing.”

“So what? Come on, it’s a party, there should be dancing… right? Besides, you said it yourself. You know as much about this stuff as I do. So… I dunno, let’s just make up our own traditions. Dancing should defiantly, totally be one of them.”

She smiles as she lets him tug her up from her seat. “Well, since you put it like that…”

[evermoire]

this is gonna be one of those things | pack

in lieu of grabbing a pair of scissors, evie cut the bag open with her teeth. cough drops spilled from the curved slit on the side, and derek grimaced as the giggling witch attempted to catch them. “scissors,” he said, drawing her curious eyes to him. “a knife. a dagger. claws.”

with an amused click of her teeth, evie rolled her eyes. she untwisted the wrapper from a drop and tossed it into her mouth. “teeth, grumpy gills. live a little!” she bared her teeth at him, dodging the hand that swatted at her with a snicker. the seat of her onesie twisted as she readjusted on the ground and shifted to lay her head on rory’s thigh. the heat of fifty-eight bodies kept the empty barn warm, even without the addition of the heating unit. it was another night of hershel and natalie surrendering their home to their three daughters and their ocean of friends in exchange for a date night out of town. the hale property was a suitable substitute for the nights when they couldn’t steal the greenes’ space, but there was something about the farm that eased all of the tension out of their bodies.

sometimes, maggie could forget there was ever a fight on their lawn. 

her fingers carded lightly through glenn’s hair as the movie played on. they’d dragged a projector out of storage and fashioned a screen out of a mouthful of thumbtacks and a white sheet. the movie was one of bailey’s choosing, something she and kira had giggled over for five minutes before selecting, but maggie couldn’t recall the name of it for the life of her. the effect was greater than the cause, though — kira was all but seated in bailey’s lap, painted fingers mindlessly passing over the back of the witch’s wrist as she leaned back to whisper in her ear once every couple of minutes. jo reached out to poke kira in the side — “shut up,” she said, tone more playful than admonishing — and maggie turned her face into glenn’s shoulder to muffle a laugh at the vixen’s surprised squeak.

the atmosphere made up for the lack of light in the room. they were bathed in an incandescent glow, all tangled limbs and fingers.

“merry christmas, ya filthy animal,” jude quoted solemnly.

sasha tipped her head in confusion. “wrong— you know what...” she shook her head with a grin, declaring jude a lost case. quoting the wrong movies was, apparently, one of jude’s favorite pastimes, given that she’d done it at least twice during every movie night they’d had so far. sasha leaned her head back against her brother’s shoulder, returning her focus to the movie. carol was an interesting choice, but sasha wasn’t oblivious to the fact that—

“oh,” daryl said, after a while. “wait. oh.”

“harold, they’re lesbians,” evie, scott, jude, brett, kali, lizzie, dean, liam, and kira chorused, erupting into laughter soon after.

—they’d chosen this movie solely for the sake of a joke. camden bit back a snort of his own, head shaking as the laughter rippled through the room like an infectious wave. claire rolled her eyes so hard that it was almost offensive, but the smile on her face was just as obvious as anyone else’s. it was one of those odd, serendipitous moments that left them warmer than the weather around them, and cole couldn’t help but sink into the joy of it.

[telli1206]

malvie for the ship ask 😇

Sorry this took a few days - it takes a long time to fill these out! This is for @fuck-you-i-am-spiderman too 😊

Who would be the big spoon/little spoon? 

Mal would be the little spoon, but she usually doesn’t consent to spooning. Evie is subtle, snaking arms around her while they study together or watch a movie. By the time Mal realizes they’re spooning, she’s too entranced by Evie’s perfume and the soft touch of her fingers to even try to fight it.

Who would wake up first? 

Evie. She always needs plenty of time for her makeup and hair routine. When her hair is perfectly brushed and soft, she’ll take a break to wake up Mal, dragging her soft strands along her girlfriend’s cheek until Mal’s bristling her nose, then finishes with soft kisses to make sure she’s fully awake.

Do they have nicknames for each other? 

Mal will forever call Evie her Princess, but she also likes to tease that she’s the Apple of her Eye, and in the privacy of their room she’s her Candy Apple (because she tastes so sweet).

Evie calls Mal Baby Dragon or just Baby, but she’s also her Firestarter 😉

How do they apologize after an argument?

The only way to get time to apologize to Evie is to be her model when she’s working on clothes, so Mal always sucks it up and plays mannequin for the day, giving them time to talk and sort things out. And it’s the best time to kiss and makeup when Mal’s already down to her bra and underwear and she only has to coax Evie into joining her...

Evie knows that Mal’s a sucker for her pouts, so she usually fakes a pretty pout with her fully painted red lips, knowing that even a mad Mal can’t resist kissing it away, which ultimately open her up to Evie’s apology.

What would they be like as parents? 

Evie would joke that she’s raising Mal along with her kids, because while Evie keeps a clean house and is strict about eating healthy and getting proper sleep, Mal is making pillow forts, eating popcorn in bed, and plotting Halloween trick or treating routes that have the best candy. Every once in a while Evie has to scold Mal and the kids, but for the most part she loves what a fun mom Mal is, and loves to join in on the activities.

Who is more romantic?

Mal. She knows how much Evie adores public displays of affection, so she goes out of her way to do sweet things, like having flowers sent to her in class, leaving surprise gifts in her locker, or leaving sweet notes on their door for the days she’s away at Tourney practice. Evie’s glowing smile and sweet kisses are plenty of reward for all her effort.

What sort of gifts do they get for each other? 

Even though Evie is not a sports fan, she knows that Mal enjoys going to games, so she loves to gift Mal with tickets to games and professional Tourney team gear. Evie will get dressed up in team colors and go to the games with Mal, who loves to sit and explain everything that’s going on with Evie so they can boo and cheer together.

And Mal forces herself out of her comfort zone to gift Evie with beautiful jewelry and accessories to complement the clothing she designs, almost always dragging Dizzy along with her to make sure she picks the perfect pieces each time.

Who gets jealous easiest? 

Mal. Evie’s way too gorgeous and sweet, and she can’t help but think that everyone that talks to her wants to be with her. Mal tends to have her hands on her whenever they’re out in public together, always feeling the need to stake her claim on her pretty girlfriend.

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas? 

Evie. She’s always planning handmade gifts, so she’ll think of ideas weeks in advance in order to have the gifts ready in time. She always puts Mal in charge of decorating for each holiday and birthday, but they love to go shopping together to pick out the decorations. Once they’re home, Evie usually gets to sewing while she supervises Mal’s decorating.

Who is the most adventurous? 

Mal. Evie usually keeps quiet about Mal’s shenanigans, but her adventurous streak does worry her. She’s hurt herself pretty badly attempting some wild passes by jumping over shoulders at Tourney games. But Evie’s biggest problem is when Mal and Jay concoct ideas together, like when they tried to build their own half mile slip and slide, using soap to go extra fast and aiming it into the school’s lap pool.

Who is the most protective? 

Evie. She knows that Mal spent years trying to prove she could be bad to her mother, and some students find it hard to forget that she’s Maleficent’s daughter, despite her decision to be good. Evie is a master at steering conversations politely, and is always right on top of changing topics when someone tries to approach that sensitive subject.

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? 

Sickeningly sweet to each other, but also an evil power house on the isle. Mal would rule the school and spend her days wreaking havoc with Evie by her side, holding her hand and smiling her approval. Evie also intimidates, but in a more subtle way by quietly threatening with her acids and poisons in hand. After school they’d make out in Evie’s garden, with Mal occasionally sneaking up to Evie’s room to spend the night with her, for cuddling and other activities 🙃

Who uses all the hot water? 

Mal. She loves soaking in a hot bath, but she’s always just a waster of water in general. Evie usually gives her a frustrated glares when she has to walk behind Mal to shut off the faucet, shower, or bathtub.

Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire whilst cooking? 

Evie. She doesn’t love cooking, so she’d rather focus her time on her clothing lines. Mal is a decent cook, but she doesn’t love to do it, so they tend to go out to eat pretty often. They’ll occassionally take food back to the dorms to eat, but Evie does like to get out and stretch her legs after long days of filling clothing orders.

Who initiates sexy times the most? 

Mal. Evie’s always up for it, but she loves to hear Mal dance around the idea to her. She plays coy and innocent, pretending she doesn’t know what Mal is suggesting, up until she basically pounces on Evie.

Who is more dominant? 

Mal thinks she is, and Evie likes to have her believe that, but truthfully, Mal is heart-eyed for Evie and will do anything she wants. But Evie likes to try to subtley convince Mal that Evie’s ideas are hers anyway to keep her thinking that she’s in charge.

What would they do if the other one was hurt? 

Lose their MINDS. They hate seeing the other hurt, and both end up right at each other’s sides, grabbing faces and kissing before they check over injuries and escort each other to the nurse. And they’re both great nurses to each other during recoveries, spoon feeding, cuddling, and giving sponge baths until the other feels completely better.

Who gives nose/forehead kisses? 

Evie. Mal is too cute when she gets them, scrunching her nose and shaking her hair in Evie’s face after the kiss. And she loves getting them so much from Evie that she’ll come up to her throughout the school day and try to impress her with things she did, like not punching Chad when he got in her face and called her a pussy during practice, so she can earn another nose kiss.

What their biggest fight was/will be about:

I can’t picture them fighting at all, to be honest. There’s way too much love, understanding and support in this relationship. They are for sure relationship goals.

BONUS #1: Song to sum them up? 

“1, 2, 3, 4″ by the Plain White T’s

BONUS #2: A head canon?

Evie is head cheerleader and Mal plays on the Tourney team. During almost every game, Evie has the squad do a routine to the beat of “We Didn’t Start the Fire” by Billy Joel, and Mal knows it’s just for her (Firestarter 😉). The support from her girlfirend always pumps her up, and makes her blush just a little...

BOTTOM LINE: Do I ship it?

10000x Yessss. These girls are the ultimate power couple.

[maylovexhs]

everytime - GOLDEN HOUR (Chp. 26)

Author’s Note: I would like to thank miss Kacey Musgraves. That’s it. That’s all I have to say. (This is my new favorite chapter. And it’s a tear jerker) - May.

Catch up on everytime here

August 26th, 2019.

*HARRY'S POV*

"Sam's son just got engaged" My mother said. 

"Jack?" Gemma asked. "The youngest one?"

My mother nodded.

"Mhmm" She said. "Sam said he proposed on his girlfriend's birthday a few days ago"

A bee closely flew next to my face. I flinched, waving my hand at it away. My sister smirked at my response. Why did we choose to have breakfast in the backyard again?

"Did he?" I asked. "Didn't they just get together?"

"Yes but they have been friends since university" My mother said. "They already set a wedding date?"

"Which is?" Gemma asked.

"June 28th" My mother said.

"Next year?" I asked. "They want to wait a year?"

"Are they going to be moving in first?" Gemma asked.

"I don't know" My mother said. "You have to ask them"

My phone vibrated on the table. 

"But a year?" Gemma asked. "Most people get marry months after they get engaged"

I picked my phone up from the table, looking at the screen. I smiled. 

"Who's that?" Gemma asked.

I looked to Gemma.

"Just Y/N" I said, setting my phone down on the table. 

"Aren't you going to answer?" My mother asked me.

"Not at breakfast" I said.

"Oh, you sound ridiculous" Gemma said to me. "Just answer her already"

I looked to my mom, giving me an approving look. I picked up my phone again, answering Y/N's facetime.

"Hi" I said. "What's up?"

"Just returning your call from yesterday. I was busy with a photoshoot" Y/N said. "Anyways, what's going on with you?"

"We're having a family day" I told her, showing Gemma and my mother to her.

"Hi Anne!" Y/N said, waving to her. "Hey Gemma"

"Hi darling!" My mother said to her. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing really" Y/N said. "Just writing little pieces of songs in my hotel room. Nothing else"

"That doesn't sound like nothing" I commented.

"Ooh!" My mother said, excited. "You should come out to dinner with us later. Gemma wants to go to an Italian place. What is it called again?"

"It's Italian" Gemma said. "Doesn't matter the name"

My mother rolled her eyes at Gemma.

"What do you say, Y/N?" My mother asked her. "Us and Italian?"

I looked to Y/N, who seemed hesitant.

"I would love to" Y/N said. "But I don't want to come if that means I ruin your family day"

"Oh, nonsense!" My mother said. "We all love you. You're already family to us"

"Come on" I begged Y/N. "You want to spend the rest of the day in your hotel room?"

Y/N bit her lip, tempted. She sighed, giving in. 

"Alright, I'll come" She said. "Where's the place?"

"I'll send you it later" I told her.

"Tell her to wear white" Gemma said. "Can't have her breaking the rule"

"And Gemma says to wear white" I passed on to Y/N.

"Wear white" Y/N said, nodding. "Got it"

"We'll see you soon" My mother said to her.

"Okay" Y/N said. "See you soon. Bye!"

Y/N hung up the call on me. I set my phone down on the table. Gemma and my mother looked to each other, smirking.

"What's that look for?" I asked them. 

Gemma sipped on her cup of tea. My mom turned to me.

"Do you ever think of getting back with Y/N?" My mother asked me.

I raised my eyebrows at her, confused and repulsed.

"No, no" I said, shaking my head. "We tried that for a month and that went nowhere"

"Dating for three weeks isn't a relationship" Gemma said. "It's a fling"

"We both agreed we are better off as friends" I said. "And Y/N really isn't what I'm looking for in a person"

"She was when you dated her" Gemma commented.

I crossed my arms at her.

"Honey, we're just saying Y/N seems good for you" My mom said. "You seem so happy when she's around. We just want to see you happy"

"I am happy" I told her. "But I don't love Y/N, not in that way."

Gemma and my mother looked to each other. My mother sighed, letting this conversation be over. My mother looked to Gemma.

"How's Michal's new job?" My mother asked her.

"It's been alright so far" Gemma said. "Not complaining yet"

I took a sip of tea from my cup.

Y/N . . . nope. Never again.  

Later. 5 PM.

"And cheese!" My mother said.

I smiled at my mother as she took the picture. She looked at her phone.

"Aww" She blushed. "My babies"

I removed my arm around Gemma. I took my phone out of my pocket, going to my messages.

"No word yet?" Gemma asked me.

"Nope" I said. "Sent her a text fifteen minutes before. Nothing yet"

"Shall we just go in then?" Gemma asked Mum. "She'll probably come when we are ordering"

"Let me give her a call again" I said.

I tapped on Y/N's name on my screen. I pressed my phone to my ear, hearing it ring. I looked in the distance, the phone ringing another few seconds. I squinted my eyes, seeing a woman looking similar to Y/N walk down the block towards me. I hung the phone up, seeing Y/N more clearer as she walked over to us. Her hair was up in a bun, her bangs shining and covering her forehead. She was wearing a white button down shirt with matching white shorts. Didn't expect her to wear converse though but at least they were white.

"Oh, Y/N!" My mother blushed. "You look absolutely beautiful. I forgot when was the last time I saw you" 

"Definitely more than a year ago" Y/N answered, hugging her. "How long have you been waiting for me?"

"Oh, not long" My mother said as they separated from each other.   I smirked, seeing Gemma roll her eyes.

"I've missed you" My mother said to Y/N. "All Harry does is talk about you. Doesn't care to bring you over though"

"Well, I don't blame him" Y/N said. "I've been busy but I've missed you too"

Y/N looked to Gemma, smiling. She had her arms open, ready to hug my sister.

"How are you, Gemma?" Y/N asked. "How's your sunglasses going?"

My sister and Y/N shared a quick hug.

"Quite alright." Gemma said. "More of a writer now"

"Really?" Y/N asked her, excitement in her voice. "You have to tell me about it inside"

Y/N looked to me, smirking as she knew what I was going to say.

"My phone is on five percent" She said. "Didn't want to risk it"

"Couldn't send a text?" I asked.

Y/N shook her head.

"Well, shall we go in?" My mother asked.

Gemma entered the restaurant, holding the door for my mother. I caught the door before it shut, holding it open for Y/N.

"After you" I said to her.

"Thank you" Y/N said, walking inside.

"Mhmm" I nodded, walking after her.

An Hour Later.

Dinner was going alright. Alright as it could ever be going. Y/N and my mother caught up. She told Y/N about our not-so-new cat Evie. Gemma told Y/N about Michal. Y/N was just beginning to tell them about her documantary.

"It's only of the European shows and some interviews" Y/N said. "We're aiming for a Christmas release"

"Christmas?" My mother asked.

"Uh, huh" Y/N said. "Lisa and I think that's the best timing. You know, with the Christmas marketing?"

"We get it" Gemma said. "H's releasing his album around that time too"

"You are?" Y/N asked, turning to me. "I thought you said September"

I shook my head.

"December 13" I said. "The official date"

Y/N smirked at me.

“Can’t wait you own a copy” Y/N said.

“I’ll send you one” I offered her.

Y/N nodded. I looked to my mother and Gemma, both sharing the same look before in the morning when I was on the phone with Y/N.

“Well, we will try to watch your movie when it comes out” My mother said. “It’s always busy at Christmas. Everyone comes over”

“As Harry told me” Y/N said. 

“That reminds me,” My mother said, an idea striking her. “Why don’t you come over for Christmas?”

“Mom-“ I said, trying to stop her as I knew what was coming.

“Harry told me you’re not close with your parents” She said. “I can’t imagine spending the holidays alone”

Y/N blushed. I didn’t know if it was from flattery or awkwardness.

“I think it’s too early to make plans for Christmas, Mom” Gemma said to her.

“I’m just offering” My mother said. “But it’s your choice, Y/N. When Christmas comes around and if you want some company . . . we’re here. You’re always welcomed”

Y/N smiled at my mother.

“Thank you, Anne” Y/N said. “That’s very sweet of you but I always spend the holidays with my sister or my friends. But I’ll keep the invitation in mind if anything changes”

My mother smiled to herself, sitting back. Gemma’s phone started to ring. She took a quick peek of who was calling.

“It’s Chloe” Gemma said.

“Go ahead and take it” My mother said to her.

I nodded at Gemma, giving her my approval. Gemma got up from the table, taking the call and walking out the restaurant. My mother’s attention returned back to Y/N.

“When do end tour again?” My mother asked her. “Next year, right?”

“Uh, yeah” Y/N said. “Next year, October. But I got breaks between each leg so I’m taking it day by day.”

“When’s your next break then?” My mother asked.

“Halloween” Y/N and I said at the same time.

Y/N smiled at me and then looked back to my mother.

“Actually, now you mentioned it . . .you should come to one of my shows” Y/N said. “I’m only here for tomorrow and the day after”

“I would love to come” My mother said. “I have dinner with a friend tomorrow but I’m free the day after”

“So, Harry and you” Y/N said. “Gemma could come too”

“I’ll ask her for you” I said.

Gemma walked back into the restaurant, frustrated.

“Sad to call it quits early but Chloe needs me” Gemma said. “She got locked out of her apartment and she needs somewhere to spend the night at”

Y/N and I looked to each other. Locked out?

“Oh, no” My mother said. “You’re going to pick her up? She could stay at our house”

“I think she would be fine spending it by mine’s” Gemma said. “Do you want to leave with me now or pick you up later?”

“You only brought one car?” Y/N asked us.

“We came together” I said. “Didn’t plan on this happening”

My mother looked to us and then to Gemma, debating what to do.

“I really don’t want to leave you two alone” My mother said to Y/N and I. “I wanted to spend more time with you” She said to Y/N.

“There’s plenty of time to catch up at my show” Y/N said. “And it’s no big deal. Harry and I are fine on our own”

“Go with Gemma” I told my mother. “It’s only a few blocks from my house. I’ll take care of the bill”

My mother smiled at me.

“Take good care of her, will you?” She asked me.

“He will” Y/N said, answering for me. “Always does”

My mother nodded. Gemma and her quickly left, leaving Y/N and I alone. We talked for a bit before finishing eating. I paid for tonight. I asked Y/N if she wanted to walk home with me. She said yes.

“Did I tell you about that time Tom’s daughter almost vomited into my mouth?” I asked Y/N as we walked.

“No” Y/N said. “But you told me once that Lux did”

“I did?” I asked, not remembering when I told her that. 

“Uh huh” Y/N said.

“Well, then” I said. “Did I tell you another baby almost vomiting on me?”

Y/N let out a little laugh, her smile quickly fading away. I stared at her, feeling something was wrong with her. I suddenly remembered my mother’s suggestion about her spending Christmas with us.

“I’m sorry about my mom earlier” I said to Y/N. “I swear I only told her years ago you weren’t close to your parents. I didn’t think she would-“

“It’s alright” Y/N said, stopping me. “I found it sweet that your mother invited me. Don’t get many invites these days to Christmas parties”

“It’s August” I said. “Not supposed to this time”

Y/N chuckled, her smile fading quickly more than before.

“Are you okay?” I asked her. “You look like something is wrong”

“It’s nothing” Y/N said. “Don’t want to bother you with you”

“Why would I be bothered?” I asked her. “Wait,  it’s my mother, isn’t it? You don’t have to lie-“

“No, no, it’s not that” Y/N said, shaking her head. “It’s just Felix. He called me yesterday in the middle of my photoshoot”

"He did?" I asked her. "About what?"

"He's been dating someone" Y/N said. "They've been dating for almost a year. And he got her pregnant . . ."

"Oh" I said, feeling sympathy immediately for Y/N. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, no" Y/N said. "I cried in front of Lisa and Adrian after he told me and I don't want to cry in front of you now-"

"Why?" I asked her. "You cried in front of me before"

"But I don't want to deal with it 'all that' now" Y/N said. "Not yet"

I nodded, understanding her. She still wasn't healed from her miscarriage, or from Felix of that matter.

"Were you writing earlier about him?" I asked Y/N.

"Yeah" Y/N said. "It's just . . . fuck him"

I chuckled at her response.

"Like, fuck him" Y/N said. "How is he so happy about having another baby when we lost ours? It took me a damn year to process it and another year to date again and he just moves on like that"

"You're angry at him" I said. "It's okay to feel that way"

"I know it is, H" Y/N said. "But it's all . . ."

Y/N stopped walking and sighed. I stopped walking and looked to her. Her eyes were tearing up.

"That should be me" Y/N said. "I know I sound jealous but sometimes I think if I didn't have a miscarriage, Felix and I would be so happy together. Felix and I would have never broke up if it wasn't for the baby"

I stared at Y/N, feeling her pain. She had the right to be angry. How could she not be? She was happy, about to have everything she wanted with someone she loved and loved her back. Then, life happened and took her joy away. She was healing from it still. She was healing all alone when she shouldn't be. No one should be alone in pain. 

"Now, he gets to have that life with someone else" Y/N said. "He gets to be happy while-"

I hugged Y/N, wrapping my arms around her body tightly.

"I know" I told her. "It isn't fair. You don't deserve to be in pain. Not alone"

I felt Y/N shift in my arms. I loosened my grip on her, thinking she would want to pull away. Instead, she gripped onto my shirt, holding onto me tightly as she cried. I rested my forehead on the top of her head while rubbing her back. Some people passed us, looking intrigued and confused.

"You don't have to go through this alone" I said to her. "You shouldn't. No one should. I'm here for you. I'm always here for you"

Y/n didn't say anything to me. I figured I shouldn't say anything either. It was best for her to say something first, or at least get herself together first. We stood there, quietly holding each other for a moment. Y/N gently pulled back from me.

"It isn't fair" Y/N said, wiping her cheeks of tears. "But it still hurts"

Some of Y/N's mascara was smeared. Her cheeks were splotchy, red mostly with spots of pink and white from the crying but that didn't matter. I was just happy she was feeling better.

"I'm sorry I ruined your shirt" Y/N said, looking at my shirt. "I got mascara on you"

I looked down at my shirt. She did get mascara on me. That didn't matter either.

I looked back up to Y/N.

"I mean it, Y/N" I told her. "You don't have to go through this alone"

A beam of sunlight perfectly landed on Y/N's face, casting light on her eyes. Y/N smiled at me with her eyes sparkling, having a gleam in them. I felt my heart jolt. Y/N smiled at me hundreds of times before but this one - this one felt different.

"Thank you, Harry" Y/N said. "For always being there for me"

Y/N wrapped her arms around me, gently hugging me. I smiled, embracing her. I felt my heart gave another jolt. 

My heart. Wait. 

Y/N pulled away from me, still smiling. I stared at her.

Oh.

Oh.

[evak-fic-rec-turtleanon]

Evak Fics - College/University

College/University  AU:

** Fics in a series ** Fraternity fics ** Other College/University fics ** A bonus Yousana fic

***** SERIES *****

at the mere sound of his voice, I'm weak in the knees by Skamtrash (SERIES, 4 fics) - The uni au where Even messes around and has sworn off dating but then he meets Isak, who flips everything upside down by being the sweetest and most precious person.

be my rest, be my fantasy by teatrolley (SERIES, 2 fics) - Isak moves out of his parent’s house when he’s sixteen and it’s fine, really, most of the time it’s fine. It’s just Decembers. Goddamn Decembers. They’re not exactly his favourite time of the year. This time, though: this time he think there’s someone who has it worse than he does. On the first of December that year, Even moves in.

Accidental Dating Au by shoulderbone (lavenderforluck) (SERIES, 3 fics) - In which newly single Even writes a guideline for hook ups, but then he meets Isak, and nothing much goes to plan after that. Accidental dating AU.

Rearranged by nofeartina (SERIES, 7 fics) - “You don’t really want to date me, Even. Believe me,” Isak says. “I don’t?” Isak just shakes his head. There’s nothing for him to offer a guy like Even. He should be treated like royalty, pampered every day. That’s never going to be Isak. He doesn’t have that kind of affection in him anymore. There’s nothing left.

Pointing at the Moon by shoulderbone (lavenderforluck) (SERIES, 3 fics) - What he wants to say, and cannot bring himself to admit: Before you there was no real me. Only a person pretending to be. Or, alternatively: Isak comes back to face death, and in the meantime, finds rebirth. First fic: Cathedrals of Light, Salt and Snow

***** Fraternity *****

watch myself, watch myself watching you by cosetties (5.6k words) - Isak is unfairly attractive, is in a frat, and Even would like God to make heterosexuality a sin.

New Perceptions by Skamtrash (9.2k words) - Isak hates frat boys. Even is in a frat and wants Isak.

Eye of the Hurricane by Sabeley (10k words) - the one where Isak wakes up in bed with a member of a rival fraternity and is determined to win him over, one flirtation at a time.

Membership Dues by Sabeley (15k words) - Isak is pledging Even's fraternity. Even keeps having to be reminded that he's not allowed to date the pledges.

(Baby Boy, You The Shit) That Makes You My Equivalent by givemesumaurgravy (23k words) - Isak is a second year frat boy who knows exactly what to say and exactly who to do to keep anyone from suspecting he’s still hiding in the closet. Then he meets Even and everything becomes fucked, quite literally.

Don't Touch Me by patrick_ (camille0078) (27k words) - Please read the warnings! Jonas forces Isak to attend a party that their fraternity is hosting. Isak reluctantly goes, but loses control and can’t remember much of the events that transpire. Every question he asks points to the same answer, which leads to an investigation that he and Even launch. As Isak and Even bond over the mystery, things go awry as Isak’s memory slowly comes back.

***** OTHERS *****

Can you shut up? by smileslikechildren (1k words) - where Isak and Even met at the library, they are both in college and need to study for their upcoming exams week. Isak knows this and tries his hardest but sometimes some certain people at the library wont shut up for nothing

Suffering The Hard Times Together by givemepizza (1k words) - Even and Isak are a young couple in college and living from pay check to pay check, but that doesn't stop them from being cute and crazy in love

the first minute by princevaltersen (1.3k words) - In this minute, Isak met Even, his new university roommate.

Friends and Breakfast by Wolle19 (1.3k words) - Isak love to cook, and his roommates love it too.

22 minutes by hippopotamus (1.4k words) - isak tries to tell jonas that his safety marriage agreement with eva is the worst idea he's ever had. jonas tries to tell isak that he's just jealous because he's single.

Feel Me Up by Skamtrash (1.4k words) - Isak has been making excuses to see the campus doctor for months now, and it's about time he makes something happen between them

He took a Chance by TheRedWoman (1.5k words) - Isak is minding his own business at a party when he notices the cities fuck boy is eyeing him from across the room, but it seems it’s not just Isak who doesn’t like it.

The Best Hand by bri_ness (1.5k words) - Isak has the worst luck, stuck with the last possible timeslot for his last final. But when Even invites him to a snowball fight to relieve his stress, he finds a reason to be grateful he's still on campus.

See Ya by greitnok (1.6k words) - Isak is short-sighted and hates wearing glasses. They make him look like a nerd, maybe he really is but not everyone needs to know that. He can go a day without them any way, what could possibly go wrong, right?

One Of Those Nights by glbertblythes (1.8k words) - Isak is stuck sleeping over at Jonas's place after a long study session during UNI and he's woken up to the blaring of the 'Dirty Dancing' soundtrack and a crying, unknown of roommate in the kitchen.

The Study Buddy by wordsarelifealways (2k words) - In this universe, Even meets Isak when he pours Red Bull into a black coffee at 7.15AM to cope with a morning class. Even's inner barista is horrified, but damn if the boy isn't cute.

Let's Let Things Come Out Of The Woodwork by ultimatelawrence (2.3k words) - Okay so maybe Even's crush is becoming obsessive. Maybe he's asked around a bit too much about Isak Valtersen. Maybe he shouldn't be going to parties he has no real interest in every weekend just so he can look at Isak from afar.

Seasons Greetings by bri_ness (2.3k words) - Isak thinks he's alone over winter break until he hears the worst kind of Christmas music from 308's room. Even thinks he's alone over winter break until he receives a passive aggressive Christmas card under his door.

Of Missed Classes and Campus Cafes by HazyCosmicJive (2.3k words) - Isak started the day knowing it was just going to worse. He looked like shit and he felt like shit and then he goes and crashes, no literally crashes, into the most attractive boy he's ever seen, yet the boy doesn't seem so upset about the event.

Even's "fake" boyfriend by radiantsilver (2.4k words) - Even went to film school for a year in the US, leaving him and Isak in a long distance relationship. Even couldn't stop talking about Isak, the only problem is that his friends don't believe Isak exsists.

It's A Date by glbertblythes (2.5k words) - Isak needs his sleep, even though it doesn't come easy to him - but someone blaring a movie across from his dorm doesn't exactly settle in his stomach well either but it turns into a better situation than Isak had hoped for and he heads the day with an assortment of dates with a cute boy who just so happens to be the guy who had his movie volume blaring at three am.

cups of coffee by slvtherxn (2.8k words) - Even has a giant crush on a boy he doesn’t know, and he’s waiting for the perfect movie-moment to finally meet him. The only problem is that life has a different plan.

how would i bear to close my eyes (and let you fall). by milominderbinder (2.8k words) - There are some things in the universe that are just facts. For example, it's a fact that the earth goes around the sun. And, most importantly of all, it is a fact of the universe that Isak Valtersen does not have a crush on Even Bech Naesheim.

I Wish It Was Raining (Yellow Curtains) by eavk (2.9k words) - Isak and Even are unlikely roommates at University, and Isak’s still the ball of grumpiness he was in high school. Albeit probably for another reason.

pool full of liquor by thekardemomme (3k words) - Isak gets drunk and runs away from his friends, and Even seizes the opportunity to be his knight in shining armor. May as well be Shakespeare.

boy, you make me make bad decisions by hippopotamus (3.1k words) - In which Isak is way too drunk, way too dramatic, and his ex is making out with someone else.

our time has come by Skamtrash (3.3k words) - Isak and Even navigating Isak being closeted

you keep robbing my heart like a bank by xhorans (4.2k words) - in which Isak has a crush on hot barista Even and it's nearly valentine's day

and we rule the kingdom inside my room by GayaIsANerd (4.3k words) - Isak just wants to save spiders from being killed, and Even ends up having to save him... multiple times

Little Black Book by Laika_the_husband (4.3k words) - Isak Valtersen is studying his third year at the University of Oslo and having the time of his life. Enter Evy Bech Næsheim, straight out of Nissen, in his stockings, mini skirts and bubblegum scented lip gloss.

Safest With You (Green Curtains) by eavk (5.3k words) - Isak keeps staying up too late studying at the library, but luckily there's an escort service that gives students a buddy to walk with to keep safe at night.

loving you to sleep by orphan_account (5.3k words) - Even and Isak cuddle a lot, and love each other a whole lot.

lucky strike by Skamtrash (5.5k words) - Isak has hated Even the first day he met him on campus. And apparently Even is the new kid his friends are obsessed with. He can't escape him and all his favorite traditions with his friends are ruined. And on top of that, he's hot. The audacity!!

Orion's Nebula by thekardemomme (5.6k words) - Even Bech Næsheim was enrolled in an astronomy class for one reason and one reason only: the cute ass boy he saw standing in the registration line.

Worth Waiting For by KillianJones32 (6.5k words) - Even gets accepted to study at a college abroad. Isak has to stay home for his last year in school. It's four months until Even comes home for winter break. They can make it four months...right?

Strange Encounters by midnightsurge (6.5k words) - Isak and Even are students at the University of Oslo. They meet under strange circumstances and it's all Eskild's fault.

kiss me like you're falling in love by Skamtrash (6.5k words) - Even doesn't like much. Doesn't really like people, doesn't like society. Which is why he's a little confused when he can't stop thinking about one of the guys in his class, Isak.

Make Me Weak by Skamtrash (6.9k words) - Isak and Even get paired up in their English Lit class and Isak is crushing hard even though he cant see Even because, well he cant see anyone.. He's blind

I Think I'm Falling, Falling For You by Twinklylightseverywhere (7.3k words) - a parallel universe in which Isak falls for Even, literally.

Can I? by rapidglow (7.6k words) - “Why did you want to get a live portrait?” “Actually, my friends kind of dared me to do it.” says Isak.

You call the shots, babe. by kaleidxscope (7.6k words) - Isak and Even meet at a party and the soundtrack is just on top.

Til We See the Sun by cwtalton (8.1k words) - In which Isak just wants to go out for a midnight snack, hungry university freshman that he is. What he gets instead is a whole lot better.

and they were roommates! by evak1isak (8.7k words) - Isak has never been that fond of Even Bech Næsheim, although all of his friends adore him. Will being roommates change their relationship?

Fall for You by Sabeley (9.1k words) - If Isak could just stop embarrassing himself in front of the ridiculously attractive guy in his psychology class, that would be great.

I wrote an angry letter to the void, and the void responded by lockitinthefuckingvault (9.5k words) - Monday comes, and the book is still there. Isak looks around, content to find the floor practically empty, before giving the book the finger. Fuck that book.

Cactus by greitnok (10k words) - Isak doesn't believe in love and all the lameness that tags along with it, until he does. *with a little help from a cactus.

The One Where Even Goes On a Blind Date by valtersheim (10k words) - Friends inspired. Eskild forgets to find someone for Isak for their double blind date and he approaches the first attractive man he sees in Kaffebrenneriet.

Now & Then by EarnestGirl (11k words) - We know Isak and Even will always find each other. I wondered what would happen if they didn't find each other until university. How would they have dealt with their shit? This is about love, therapy, and relying on friends.

Something Wicked by Sabeley (11k words) - Attention residents: This Halloween will be one to die for. For the next four weeks, Nissen Hall will be taking part in a role-play murder mystery extravaganza. Do you think you can figure out whodunnit before time runs out? Or will you be the next to die? All interested victims can sign up below.

you're the shit and i'm knee-deep in it by cosetties (11k words) - After Even has already rejected him once, after Isak is aware of Even's reputation for meaningless one-night stands, the last thing Isak should be doing is sleeping with the guy. But it keeps happening, and there's no way Isak is getting out of this with his heart intact.

it's mostly butterflies by hippopotamus (11k words) - “I’ve told you before,” Isak says, without looking up at Even. “The modern world relies on science and technology, Even. There’s no place for magic, it’s dangerous and unnecessary.” Little does he know, Even’s a witch.

Don't you let me go by shinystar66 (12k words) - In this universe, Isak and Even are roomates and nothing more. Except that there is something more between them and they both know that but are too stubborn to admit it. Too bad it takes a very unfortunate event for them to face the truth.

Dog Watching by folerdetdufoler (13k words) - AU where even is a dog-walker and isak is a university student and that's how/when they meet. jonas, as always, is a very good friend.

The Balloon Intervention by lovelycarcass (13k words) -  Even wants to get Isak's attention and the Balloon Squad decide to take matters into their own hands.

when your heart is bleeding, i'm coming to get you by cosetties (13k words) - Isak doesn't exactly expect his hookup from last week to be the love advice columnist at the school newspaper he's working at. He also doesn't expect to fall even harder for him than he already has, which is a shame, really, since Even's crushing on someone else.

we still fuck by evak1isak (13k words) - Isak and Even had broken up. Period. But they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Serendipity? by Alwaysevak2121 (14k words) - 'Do you think this is a silly idea? I mean, to talk with a stranger?' 'Well, if it is, that makes us equally silly then.' 'But honestly I think it's cool.' 'Hmm?' 'To be able to talk with someone who doesn't view you based on any previous assumptions or so. To be just as you are, right now'

A Work of Art by cami_soul (15k words) - Isak is a university student. To make ends meet he has taken a job as a nude model for an art class. Even Joins the art class. Even throws Isak off balance because he doesn’t observe the unwritten social boundaries of the art class, and he aggressively pursues a friendship with Isak. He convinces Isak to be in the film he is shooting and to appear in it naked. Lines get blurred and they have to figure out if they are more than friends to each other.

Taraxacum by GayaIsANerd (15k words) - Isak would never say this out loud, but he’s a hopeless romantic. His mother told him stories about the soulbond, how everyone was born with a symbol somewhere on their bodies, linking them to someone else, somewhere in the universe. These symbols were a representation of the soulmates’ souls.

I call'em as I see'em...But Sometimes I Don't See So Well by HazyCosmicJive (15k words) - Isak just wants to study, he doesn't want a new roommate who walks around naked all the time and constantly tests his patience

Stuck (in the middle) with you by evakuality (16k words) - The boys get stuck together five times, then one time miraculously they don't (though the first time is more 'thrown together by circumstance' than 'stuck together'). There's lots of mutual pining and mutual idiocy about it. Miscommunication abounds, and Isak drools a lot.

you're one of the few things that I'm sure of by Skamtrash (17k words) - Isak has created a good life for himself. Sure, his job isn't ideal and university is stressful but hes created this life on his own. He enjoys the luxury of solitude and feeling safe. In comes Even, a felon with, baggage who knows exactly what he wants.

and after that and after that by teatrolley (18k words) - In some sense of the word, at least, it’s working for them. They’re exes, sure, but they’re friends first, and Isak can ignore the feelings and the jealousy, too. It's working. Then Sonja and Even break up

Skamløs by Skamtrash (18k words) - Even is Isak's professor and they have a thing going on

I Have Hella Feelings For You by MacksDramaticShenanigans (19k words) - “We’re dating now,” he declared matter-of-factly. Isak simply blinked back at him, too caught off guard and flustered to think of anything to say back. “Love you, baby.” The boy proclaimed. Isak stood, overwhelmed and frozen in place, as he tried to wrap his mind around what just happened.

shred by Jules1398 (22k words) - There were two versions of Isak Valtersen, and he intended to keep it that way. The first Isak was the one that his friends knew. He was cool, smart snowboarder guy. The second Isak, the real Isak, was trans, gay, and then there was his five year-old son, Adrian. Keeping the two Isaks separate wasn't that difficult. At least, not until he saw Even again.

beautiful people will ruin your life by traumatic (22k words) -Ambiguous/Open ending. In a world where two people can communicate solely by writing on their skin, Isak and Even are the best of friends until a lie burrows its way between them and nearly rips them apart.

Late December With My Heart In My Chest by LavenderWater (23k words) - In order to stop his mother's fussing since he left for college, Even tells her he's dating his roomate, Isak. They pretend to be a couple over the holiday weekend to convince his family.

take me as i am by argentae (24k words) - He isn’t crushing, and nevertheless this guy has become a Problem, because whenever he’s on shift he’s made it increasingly difficult for Isak to really spend his time productively. Sure, he could just find another place to study but he likes the access to coffee here even though he actually kind of hates the bitterness of it and he’s just not going to let himself get swept aside because of this guy.

please hurry leave me, i can't breathe by cosetties (27k words) - For the first time in his goddamn life, Isak is focusing on himself. Trusting people, loving people, has never worked out well for him anyway. The last thing he needs is Even, who looks at him like he sees right through him, like Isak is worthy of something more.

Nothing Softer Or More Flexible by colazitron (27k words) - Even is suffering from writer's block. Given that he has to write and film a short film on love (Love! A subject he loves!) that's not ideal. He finds unlikely inspiration in an old essay from one Isak V.

time is irrelevant, distance isn't real by theyellowcurtains (28k words) - Even got into an amazing film school. It’s everything he’s wanted and will help him so much in his future. There will be classes full of other film majors and teachers who have created masterpieces that Even admires. But there’s a catch. The film school is in America. 8568 kilometres away from Isak.

Teach Me to Forget by Sabeley (29k words) - Even is the TA for Isak's Intro to Media Studies class. If only he'd known that before they slept together.

Caught in the Middle by dvorahbee (30k words) - Even keeps seeing the cutest boy around campus and in his new favourite coffee shop. He'll slowly get to know Isak but he'll have to go on a journey of self-acceptance and love at the same time.

Come out, come out, to the sea my love... and just, drown with me by GayaIsANerd (32k words) - In which Even saves Isak from an asshole ex, and from himself.

the other side of paradise by peachbombs (35k words) - The first and only time Isak Valtersen says those three words, it’s to Even Bech Næsheim, a boy who broke his heart once and now, here Isak is, giving him every liberty to do it again.

let's talk about love(to me, it's only you) by vitane (37k words) - Isak leads a completely normal life. He goes out with his friends, stays up to finish his assignments on time, tries his best to call his mom regularly. And keeps distance between himself and a boy he could see himself easily falling for. All is good. That is until one fateful day changes everything.

I'm Not in Love by cuteandtwisted (41k words) - Even never transferred to Nissen in his third year, so they meet in college instead. Uni AU in which Isak doesn’t believe in love but Even Bech Næsheim won’t stop kissing him.

Built from the Ashes by Sabeley (43k words) - the one where Even and Jonas are roommates who get along a little too well and Isak is not the least bit jealous about it at all (Except he totally is).

Golden Boy by alotofphandoms (43k words) - Isak thinks his life is great until Even Bech Naesheim waltz in and starts taking him out on dates. Mostly fluff and a little bit of angst

Things Look Different in the Morning by allyasavedtheday (46k words) - “So,” he says, drawing the word out. “I told Even he could stay here.” Isak blinks, convinced he’s misheard. “Eskild,” he says flatly. “We don’t have a spare room.” Eskild straightens his back, expression turning sheepish. “That’s the other part…I was thinking he could stay in your room?”

I Have Held You in My Heart by photographer_of_thoughts (47k words) - Friends-With-Benefits University AU in which Even makes rules and Isak follows them. They sleep together sometimes - a lot of times - and Isak knows how in love he is. But then Even gets a girlfriend, and everything changes.

to love, to burn by bri_ness, hippopotamus (51k words) - At eighteen, each person chooses whether they will be an intellectual or a lover. Intellectuals are responsible for advancing society; it is illegal for them to enter into romantic relationships as it would distract from their purpose. Lovers are everyone else: they can be in romantic relationships, but are not trusted with high-level jobs. Isak is an intellectual with no desire to be a lover: he knows the dangers of romance and believes he is too smart for it anyway. Even is a lover who thinks the whole system is bullshit, and as it turns out, Isak's best friend is a bit of a revolutionary....

safe by cammm (54k words) - Isak had never even met Even before, but there he was, pretending to be Isak's boyfriend to get him out of an uncomfortable situation. Is this the birth of something... new? Fresh? Magical? (Neighbors AU)

though our parts are slightly used by teatrolley (54k words) - Isak is pining for Jonas, and Even is pining for Mikael. Jonas and Mikael are dating. Isak and Even meet

(WIP) It’s all good baby baby by anaisanais (14 chapters posted at this point) - Or, Isak just finished his first semester at University of Oslo, Magnus thinks he’s desperate and dares him to talk to a really attractive guy in the cafeteria at UiO. This is how Isak and Even meet and strike up an easy friendship fueled by hip-hop, weed and banter.

In this bed of snowflakes we lie by MermaidsandMermen (SophiaSoames) (57k words) - follow Isak and Even in this University Dorm life AU, full of snowflakes, fluffy pillows, and people who are nothing like they seem on the outside. Because people keep secrets. Pretend to be people they are not. And secrets will wear you down if you don't let them out to air once in a while. Christmas fic

Headed Straight for the Castle by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug, safficwriter (62k words) - Isak is the heir to the throne of one of the most powerful nations in the world, but he would rather be anyone else. Being a prince, growing up in the public eye, never making any choices of his own - it’s all been overwhelming. After sneaking out one night, he meets a college student that makes him smile for what feels like the first time. Can he cling to this one point of normality?

(WIP) To ease your worry by chrislink (17/20 chapters posted at this point) - He doesn’t expect to find his flatmate making tea, looking almost ethereal in the dim yellow light of the kitchen at three in the morning, but that’s what happens.

Half Blade and Half Silk by orphan_account (85k words) - Isak's friends introduce him to an art student at a college party. He won't stop calling Isak baby and Isak's bad at pretending to hate it.

Knock Four Times by folerdetdufoler (92k words) - Isak is a senior in college, studying at a university in America. He lives in an apartment on campus with three other guys and works part-time in the student center to help with his tuition. As much as he’s enjoyed the whole college experience, he’s ready to graduate and head back to Oslo, to his city, his family, and his boyfriend. But then, during the first week of his last semester, he steps off the elevator onto his floor and sees a guy sitting in the empty hallway. Isak walks over to see if he needs help with something, and finds out three very important things: his name is Even, he just moved into the building but already got locked out, and he is fucking gorgeous.

Therefore I Am by smokeshop (orphan_account) (98k words) - The one thing Isak wants is to move on from his high school mistakes. Even spends his time pining after a boy who will never like him back. The last thing either of them expect is to wind up in bed together, but that's exactly what happens.

Checking From Behind by DickAnderton (156k words) - Isak is to captain his hockey team this season which means he has to somehow learn to cooperate with the newest addition to their team: Even Bech Næsheim. This proofs to be impossible, especially when nothing about Even's mysterious transfer adds up and his moods are just too frustrating.

(WIP) I Would Do It Again by cuteandtwisted (20/21 chapters posted) - Even gets caught up in a dare, and Isak loses a little bit of himself in the process.

Cleansing my Soul by imissedyourskin (217k words) - Even fights for equal rights and is openly pansexual. Isak is a quiet admirer unsure of his sexuality. But there is always more than meets the eye... Who is Even beneath his popular appearance? And what is the whole deal with Even's 'secret club'? And how do they deal with all of Even's secrets?

***** BONUS 

I can only give you everything by champagneleftie (17k words) - Yousef is 21, in his first semester of university, the most recent member of Kollektivet - and ridiculously, embarrassingly, stupidly in love with Sana.

[unapologeticallyjaylos]

descendants 12 days of holidays: holiday movie

title: christmas eve will find me (where the love light gleams)

rating: maybe a few curse words

pairing: jay x carlos ; mal x evie 

i really like this one :) 

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“Who do you think about? When this plays?”

“What?”

Carlos pointed up the grocery store ceiling’s speakers, which were playing an incredibly cheesy Christmas love ballad now that Jay actually stopped to listen. “You know, when a love song plays? Apparently everyone thinks of someone subconsciously.”

Jay laughed, pushing their shopping cart down the freezer aisle. “That’s bullshit. I don’t think about anything.”

Their late-night grocery store run to stock their apartment with food was turning into a classic Jay-and-Carlos-buy-lots-of-junk-food-because-they’re-hungry sort of deal - not that he minded. They grabbed a couple tubs of ice cream and tossed them into the cart were bags of popcorn and chips were already being held captive.

“We are definitely not following Auradon’s rule of ‘all the colors on the plate’,” Carlos said in mock disapproval as he surveyed their cart.

Grinning, Jay picked up a red bag of popcorn and a blue bag of salt and vinegar chips. “Really? Because I’m holding two colors right here.”

“You’re a dumbass.” As if to lower himself on Jay’s level, Carlos pushed the cart a bit and stepped up onto the back ledge, riding it down the empty aisle.

“Oh, and you’re not?” Jay laughed, watching the wheels skid on the white tile. No matter how much he complained about going to the grocery store, he liked doing it with Carlos; it was always more fun to go with his roommate. In fact, it was more fun to do everything with his roommate.

The song was still playing, a low murmur behind their laughter and antics. Jay listened absentmindedly, still focused on Carlos in the middle of the aisle.

“What a dork,” Jay muttered to himself, a wide smile still splitting his face. “I’m rooming with the biggest dork in Auradon.”

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The next time Jay heard the song he was in detention.

He’d been late for class one too many times, apparently, and as a result, had been sentenced to the dreaded fate of hanging up decorations for the winter dance. He unfolded another paper snowflake garland and stuck it to the wall with a little more force than necessary.

Someone had turned on holiday music - because while it was detention, it was also Auradon - and now the whole room buzzed with too-cheerful (and much too jingly) melodies.

Jay was just draping a garland above the window when he paused. He recognized the song playing, but it took him a moment to figure out where he’d heard a cheesy Auradon Christmas love song.

“Hey, Jay,” one of the tourney guys who’d somehow landed himself on decorating duty called. “Your boyfriend’s here.”

“He’s not my -” Jay started to snort - he was quickly learning that when people said that here, they didn't mean it as a compliment - but he got distracted before he could finish.

“Oh, Carlos!” Jane wasn't in detention, but she'd come to help out anyway (of course she had) and now, she was standing by the gym entrance conversing with his roommate. She looked excited to see him, her cheeks flushed and hands moving a hundred miles a minute.

Carlos nodded, listening intently for a few moments before his eyes drifted past her and found Jay’s. Jay raised his hand a little in greeting, which Carlos returned with a smile and a wink.

The song was still playing, floating out of the speakers, and Jay couldn't help smiling a bit. It was an okay song, he'd decided.

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Evie had ordered a movie night.

It wasn't a new thing for the four of them, but this time, she wanted to watch a holiday movie - whatever the hell that was.

“What's the difference between a holiday movie and a regular movie?” Jay wanted to know as they settled down on the couch in the boy’s dorm.

“Search me.” Mal was watching Evie kneel by the DVD player intently, and Jay rolled his eyes a little.

“Stop staring at her ass.”

“Shut up!”

Evie bounded up with a squeal and settled herself between Mal and Jay, pointing. “I did it! Now we watch!”

“Proud of you, Eves,” Jay grinned, patting her knee affectionately. “You bested the machine.”

“Please,” she giggled. “Like you could do better.”

The movie started with lots of snow and - yes, jingly sounds. It was some cheesy romance - much like the other million cheesy romances they’d watched - but this time, someone had put it all into a blender with Christmas and produced… whatever they were watching.

It wasn't until the second half of the movie that Jay really started paying attention. The romantic leads were walking together - falling in love, he supposed - and in the background, came the familiar notes of the song he kept hearing.

Jay’s mind drifted to the boy curled beside him, how he was nursing a piece of chocolate - smearing it on his lip some. He thought about Carlos punching him and laughing… and what he'd said at the grocery store.

“Apparently, everyone thinks about someone subconsciously.”

Jay sat straight up, his heart pounding. Mal glanced over, one eyebrow raised in question, but he waved her off.

I know who I think about, Jay realized, running a hand through his hair and glancing quickly at Carlos. I think about you.

----

The song was playing.

It seemed to be following him these days. Each time it played, Jay’s heart started to beat just a little faster and his cheeks started to flush just a little brighter.

“What?”

They were all alone - him and Carlos - studying for their final exams. Or, Carlos was studying. Jay was listening to the radio, to his song.

“You figured out who you think about, yet?” Carlos asked jokingly, not looking up from his paper. “Like when songs like this come on? Jane was going and on the other day about -”

“It’s you,” Jay interrupted, wringing his hands in his lap. “I think about you.”

Carlos stared at him, his pencil forgotten and left to roll down the page of his textbook. Jay didn’t move. For a moment, he thought he might’ve angered him, but then, Carlos grabbed his face and kissed him quickly.

Jay’s brain short circuited for a moment, but when he finally came to his senses, he let himself melt into the embrace  - kissing back enthusiastically.

“You think about me?” Carlos asked finally.

And Jay nodded. “All the damn time.”

“Why?”

And although he wasn’t ready to say it out loud yet, neither of them needed Jay to; it was there - hanging in the air along with the stupid song:

Because I love you.  

[rather-impertinent]

To Build A Home

A/N: This is a little something I wrote based on the promo for this week’s episode. This is my first Grey’s fic so I hope it isn’t too terrible! If anyone has any requests please let me know 🥰

“Jo, stop pacing,” Alex said gently.

Jo continued to pace on the wooden floor, seemingly having not heard him, anxiously chewing on the sleeve of her thick cardigan.

“Jo...”

“I can’t stop pacing!” she hissed. Jo quickly regretted her tone and sighed, coming over to sit beside Alex on their couch. She leaned her head on his shoulder. “What if she doesn’t remember us, Alex?” she asked in a small, quiet voice after a few moments had gone by.

“Well, she’s not gonna remember us,” Alex pointed out matter-of-factly. When Jo looked at him with a round mouth and sad eyes, Alex chuckled and wrapped his arm around her, rubbing it in comfort. “Jo, you’re a surgeon, you know babies don’t usually recognise faces until they’re about 2 months old. Last time we saw Evelyn she was 3 days old and some really bad people left her at a fire station. In a couple weeks she’ll be a year old, and we get to celebrate that with her. We’re actually pretty lucky, you know, adoption can take years, so 11 months is not too bad.”

“‘Not too bad’?!” Jo repeated incredulously, looking at her husband. “Waiting has been hell!”

“Yeah, but in the grand scheme of things we’re pretty lucky.” Jo was right, though: the waiting had been hell. Their cell phones were on loud speaker at night not in case of having to respond to any incoming traumas, but in case they received a phone call from the adoption agency. It was hard to believe the waiting would be over by the end of the day. “So, did we decide if we’re gonna go with Eve, Evie, Eva, Ellie or Ella?” Alex asked, trying to lighten the mood. He fidgeted impatiently with the soft ears of the rabbit plushie he’d bought for Evelyn seven months ago, during the first of two false-starts.

Alex’s jest elicited a laugh from Jo, though they were indeed still undecided as to what shorthand they’d use for Evelyn. “No, we didn’t,” she said, still chuckling, “we’ll get a better feel of that when we hold her.” Jo glanced around the fully baby-proofed living room and noted the unopened toy box with a sense of trepidation. How the hell was she going to be a good mom? She’d never even had a decent version of one in her entire life. Maybe that was a start: knowing how not to treat a child.

“You’re gonna be such a good mom,” Alex told Jo, as though reading her mind. He gently nuzzled his nose against her cheek in hopes of easing the anxiety that was radiating off her.

Just then, the doorbell rang and echoed loudly throughout their new home. Both Jo and Alex felt as though they’d had a bucket of ice water thrown over them as they involuntarily leapt to their feet.

They turned to each other and Jo’s let out a shaky, nervous breath. “How’s my hair?” she fretted, combing her fingers through her loose curls. She wanted to look friendly and motherly but calm and professional at the same time.

“You look perfect,” Alex assured her. “How’s my shirt?” He fidgeted with the already closed buttons.

Jo ran her hand over the pale blue button-up and gently straightened the collar. “Looks great; wrinkle-free.”

“Okay,” Alex said, exhaling in relief. “Let’s do this.” He held out his hand to Jo, who accepted it gladly. He’d always be her anchor in a storm.

On the surface, Alex looked the definition of cool, calm and collected, but Jo could tell by the damp warmth of his palm and the way he gripped her hand that he was just as apprehensive as she was.

“Hey,” Jo said gently as they came face-to-face with the front door - with their future. Alex’s brows knitted together as he looked at her. “I love you.”

A small smile tugged on the corners of Alex’s lips. “Love you,” he murmured back before leaning in to kiss her gently, already feeling more relaxed. He reached for the doorknob. “You ready?”

Jo inhaled and exhaled. “Ready,” she affirmed as Alex peeled open the front door.

“I come bearing gifts,” Allison McLean, the social worker responsible for Evelyn’s welfare, greeted excitedly in a sing-song as she bounced the baby in her arms.

Over the last few months, Jo and Alex had gotten to know Allison really well, and it was nice that she had always rooted for them.

Despite the vote of confidence, the process of adoption had been a long and stressful one, mainly because of stupid mistakes in their pasts and Jo’s name change complicating matters slightly, but all their worry melted away as soon as their baby smiled at them.

She leaned forward and away from Allison towards Jo - as though she recognised her.

Stretching out her arms and taking her gently, Jo felt a strange but powerful wave of love wash over her as Evelyn’s eyes stared straight into her own. “Hi Evie,” Jo whispered as she bounced the infant before taking her chubby little hand and kissing it. “I’m your mom.” Jo found herself grinning as she announced it out loud for the first time. “You’re safe with us now, sweetie. I promise, I - we - will never let anyone hurt you, okay?” A single tear trickled down Jo’s cheek: she would have given anything to hear those words from a parent figure. But it heartened her to be in the position where she could speak those words to someone else; it had come full circle, and the pain could stop here.

Alex drew swirling circles on Jo’s back to comfort her, knowing exactly what she was thinking. He kissed her temple for reassurance. “Mm okay, my turn,” he announced after a moment, holding out his hands in eager anticipation.

Jo shot him a doe-eyed, Bambi pout. “But I’m not done yet,” she clucked, smooshing Evie’s smooth cheek against her own.

The sight before him took Alex’s breath away and he lost his train of thought. “Shut up,” he eventually said, significantly gentler than he’d intended. “Don’t hog her, she likely won’t even talk to me from the age of eleven through to twenty, so it’s only fair I get some time in now before she hates me,” Alex argued logically, not knowing that the child looking at him with big, round blue eyes would never hate him even when she tried.

With a small sigh, Jo conceded his point and carefully handed off Evie, warmth pooling in her stomach as she watched how natural Alex was with babies. “Hey princess,” he greeted softly, gently waving her hand so she could get used to . “I’m your dad,” Alex informed her, narrowly avoiding bursting with the pride of it. Evie babbled something nonsensical in response. “Yeah, I know, it sucks but I promise we’re better than a cardboard box at a fire station,” he joked, to which even the adoption agent had to smother a smile.

“Much better,” Jo emphasised, kissing her rosy cheek. She then began to stroke it as Alex continued to hold their baby. “I promise I’ll learn how to cook just so that we can all eat at the table like a proper family, like the ones you see in lifetime movies.” Jo’s tone was almost dream-like.

Alex chuckled. “Lifetime movies suck, Evie, but not as much as your mom’s cooking.” Jo lightly nudged him in protest. “On thanksgiving and Christmas, we’ll go to your aunt Meredith’s and she’ll have someone there who’ll know how to cook a turkey. Or we’ll go visit my mom, your grandma, or she can come here, we haven’t really figured it all out yet. But anyway, get excited, because we eat a lot of pizza here. With vegetables, of course,” Alex added as an afterthought for Allison’s sake.

Jo chuckled and fondly rolled her eyes at her husband.

All of the adults were relieved and pleased to see how placated Evie was in her new surroundings, which would be her forever home.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Jo’s eyebrow raised competitively as she thought of an idea. She grabbed Evie’s free hand to gain her attention and wagered to her husband, “Hey, I bet you ten bucks I can make her smile more than you can.”

Alex scoffed, “Pfft, are you kidding? I’m a peds surgeon, I make kids smile for a living. Mom’s pay me ten grand to make their kids smile.”

“Great, then you’ll definitely be able to hand over that ten dollar bill when you lose,” Jo gloated, already making faces at Evie, who looked between her new parents questioningly, as if unsure whether they were really fighting or not.

“Oh, it’s on, Karev. Better fluff up the sofa cushions for when I kick your ass at this,” Alex bragged, his self-assurance at an all-time high. This was his game, and the touchdown was in sight.

Simultaneously, they launched into the Olympics of pulling stupid faces, each unwilling to be outdone by the other, the aching facial muscles were no deterrent.

Unfortunately for them, Evie seemed much more interested in the stuffed bunny that was waiting patiently for her on the couch than her crazy parents’ attempts to make her laugh and smile.

“Oh, you wanna meet bunny?” Jo cooed at her, having followed her curious gaze to the couch. “Your dad picked her out just for you.”

“Why don’t I give you a moment to show Evie around the house and then we’ll have one last look over the papers?” Allison offered as she examined that Evelyn was more than safe in the arms of the two strangers who were already smitten by her very existence. “I think I’ll grab myself a coffee from that place round the corner. Can I get you two anything?”

Jo and Alex continued battling to see who would get offered a wider smile from baby Evelyn and almost didn’t hear Allison’s question. “Oh, no, thank you,” Alex said warmly as he was yanked out of what felt like a daydream. Jo continued to pull silly faces at Evie, who gurgled in contentment at all the loving attention she was receiving. A look passed between Jo and Alex. “We have everything we need right here.”

[michael-langdon-baby]

Salvation

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Character

Word Count: 4.2k~

Warnings: A bit of gore tbh....

Chapter 9: Desperation

Masterlist!

Emily trembled as Ms. Mead stood in front of Timothy, her inquiry still in the air. They both knew this was the worst possible scenario in the case that they got caught. She would take them to Venable, or worse, take her to Langdon, where he would no doubt kill them. Emily nervously shot her eyes to the open laptop, wanting to reach over and close it.

“I’ll ask again; what are you two doing in here?”

Both of them scrambled for excuses, but Emily was first to answer. “We were waiting for Langdon, we wanted to talk to him about the Sanctuary.” Mead seemed skeptical with squinted eyes but let her continue.

“We’re just as concerned as everyone else about getting out of here- if not more. We want to be saved- it may look dumb but we saw no harm in trying. We just wanted to talk to him.”

“And yet, he isn’t here and you were fiddling around with Mr. Langdon’s things.” Ms. Mead took a step forward and Emily took one back, “Plots against this Outpost are strictly forbidden, punishable by death. Now, you two-“ Her eyes darted between them, “wouldn’t do something like that, would you?”

They eagerly shook their heads and denied her jest, to which she quirked a dark colored brow. It was simple for her to turn and take a peek at the laptop that Emily had been hovering over when she’d arrived, and gasped at the image displayed. Her hand slammed it shut and turned dark eyes to Emily.

“Keep your mouth shut about what you saw girl, else I’ll put a bullet between your brows. Clear?” Emily nodded and tried not to let her lip quiver.

“Get out. And don’t let me find you doing any of this shit again.” They were gone with their tails between their legs, scampering off down the hall, away from Mead. Timothy shut the door to his room and watched Emily sit on his bed, gasping for breath.

“What the hell did you see?” She gave him a look. “Oh, c’mon, she can’t hear us in here.”

“You don’t know that. Venable and Mead are crazy and I-I-I don’t wanna die over this.” He ran to her and held her shaking face in his hands, “I won’t let her touch you Em. We’re in this together.”

She nodded while tears slid down her cheeks, eventually leaning forward and stuffing her face in his chest while letting harsh sobs and he simply held her close, tightening his grip at the thought of Mead or Venable actually killing them for snooping around. Timothy loved her and they needed to survive, doing stupid shit like this couldn’t happen again.

Her sobs stopped and red-rimmed eyes stared into his, “I trusted her, and she’s been lying to us.” He was confused. “Who?”

And Emily growled, “Julie. I saw her. With him.” Timothy barely had an understanding of what Emily was saying; had there been pictures of Julie and Langdon? Together? “You mean like before the blast?”

She nodded and “what should we do?”

“Tonight, after dinner, we’ll confront her and see what she knows. If that picture was anything to go by, than she should have more than enough information on who Langdon really is.”

~

“What do you want from me?”

His nose skimmed her neck, dragging across the soft rose smelling flesh he’d come to know and crave like the desperate fiend he was. She could feel his hardening cock pressing against her clothed hip, yearning to feel her closer. He opened his mouth with a smirk and those black eyes watched her with a desperation she’d grown to crave. He whispered the same answer like the serpent he was,

Those nimble fingers skimmed her clothed thighs, wishing they were touching her smooth flesh, feeling the soft skin that belonged to him.

“Everything.”

The last time Julie had slept this good was way before the blast, years before. If she really thought about it, it had to have been the night of a birthday- she’d gone out and done something fun, with someone she couldn’t remember, but the memory of sleeping that night felt just like now.

It was a stretch that had her back cracking, moan echoing when she flopped back onto the bed with a huff. Last night was fresh in her mind; she was- by some magical force- herself again, and she’d had a visitor that had fucked her in a way that had her biting her lip. He’d taken her like he’d owned her, like she was his to fuck and use as he pleased- just thinking about his strong hands and thrusting cock had her wet.

But the severity of the situation stopped any lewd thoughts; how was she supposed to explain to the other people how she’d gone from looking like a mummy that had lost its wrapping to herself? Oh god, what would Venable say? And what if…?

She scrambled off the bed and started pacing like a madman; what if someone had heard her? She’d been executed on the spot under Venable’s bullshit rule of no fucking on the premises. She stopped- then again, no one had come for her.

The clock read 9:45, and seeing as there was no more breakfast the day was hers until supper. She was making her way to get dressed when a distressing thought popped up, looking at her stomach and wondering how long it would last. Would she grow frail sooner or later- none of it made any sense but when the world is over, nothing really ever does.

Today was a day for a simpler purple dress, brown curls left down the rest of her covered shoulders. In her house, shoes were an option, not a necessity, but at Outpost 3, shoes were required, which always made her groan. This place would never feel like home.

The door slid open with ease, and no one was out; there wasn’t a Grey in sight, or a single Purple lurking about. She listened and couldn’t even hear Venable’s cane stopming about. This was a bit odd, but she still slid the door closed behind her, shoes clacking as she walks about.

No one was in the parlor, which once again, was really strange seeing as Evie, Gallant and Coco like to sit in there and drink all the water while spiting everyone here. Julie never really hung around there and don’t ask her if she thought they deserved to be saved, cause they sure as hell did not. And seeing as Evie was ancient, Gallant was gay, and Coco was… well she was Coco, none of them would be very productive in furthering the human existence. But then again, she still barely understood how she’d been chosen.

It was a quick walk upstairs that had her gazing at closed doors that were usually kept open. This was starting to feel like a horror movie.

She knocked on the first door, waiting for a response. A minute or two must have passed before the door was pulled open hard and fast, a pissed of looking Coco glaring at her, the glare morphing from hatred to shock, and then almost disgust?

“What in the fuck happened to you? Yesterday you looked like a goddam coke addict and now you look like -“ Her hand motioned to the entire length of Julie, who in turned shrugged. But Coco wasn’t having it and tugged her in, pushing her against the door.

Her red lips looked chapped up close, and the large hair styled on her pale head was all out of place. Coco was as strong as Julie, but Coco was also angry and anger was a strong emotion. “You’re gonna tell me what the fuck you did you fucking freak or I will rat you out to Venable for sneaking food.”

“You’re a liar-“

“Am I? How else are suddenly fatter than fucking Kirstie Alley after Christmas dinner? Tell me, or I go to Venable and get your ass shot in the brain.” This was bad, this was really fucking bad because she didn’t have an answer and even though Coco was lying out of her ass, Venable loathed Julie and would take any opportunity to shoot her in the head. Why couldn’t she just have a good thing and not have shit like this always bite her in the ass.

“Coco, please, I swear to you-“

“You’re fucking dead-“

A knock at the door, on the slab of wood that Julie was up against was jarring to Coco, who grinned like a snake and threw Julie from the door, puling it open with ease and a smile, fully expecting Gallant, Mead or luckily Venable.

Langdon stood in front of Coco will a small smirk, hands tucked behind his blazer covered back, rings clinking lightly as his fingers tapped against one another. Coco was shocked to say the least, “Is it time for my interview?” Any thought of blackmail at Julie flew from the room.

But Langdon simply chuckled and took one large step into her space. Julie was still hiding off to the side of the room, but she was the interaction and felt jealousy swell in her gut. He was so close to Coco, whispering something in her ear that she wished she could hear.

His mouth moved away and Coco was off running in a flash. Julie stared as the door shut on its own, leaving just her and Langdon.

He was a vague memory from last night- it felt like longer than that, it wasn’t just last night was it- and it was hard to pull it up. Emily had gotten her and she’d sat on the couch as his words flowed into one ear and right out of the other, only a small understanding present in her mind.

His eyes searched her like he wanted an answer that she didn’t know, and he looked just as good as he had the night before. She wondered if his hair was as smooth as silk, or as soft as cotton. Her finger twitched at her side as his gaze met hers.

It was three striking steps and he was directly in front of her, eyes staring into hers in a way that made her heart want to beat out of it’s entire cavity and flop away. The silence was killing her, but what did she say?

“Hello.”

He gave a smile and waited a beat before mimicking her, “Hello.”

It was a pulsing in her skull that made the pain start, her hand reaching up and clutching her temple. He simply continued to stare, watching her eyes scrunch up in pain as the pressure grew to a point of being unbearable and her knees started to give out. And at that point, Langdon swopped forward and held her up with his arms.

Her breathed into her ear, “Acceptance is always simpler than resistance Ms. March.”

Her eyes turned blurry as he held her gaze, it was a gaze she knew, she knew him-

The trees were waving in the wind and the sun was going down, but the day was far from over. Their day at the carnival had been just absolute perfection; there had been cotton candy and hot dogs that tasted worse than the ones from 7-11.

The best part was when he’d won her a blue teddy bear, and kept it clutched close to her chest. The Ferris Wheel had gone out of service just as they’d been at the front of the line, and even when he’d offered to ‘fix it’, she waved him off with a smile. There would always be more fairs. They’d made sure to go into the Hall of Mirrors, and the little zoo had four goats that seemed to take a liking to him more than her.

It was nearing dark and they were running out of things to do, so then they left, walking to find a recluse park to collapse in the grass; the sky was clear above them and no one was around. Julie turned on her side and so did he, his blue eyes watching her youthful face with a smile.

They wished it would always be like this; Julie and Michael, together forever. It was written in the stars that they were meant to be. He’d told her before that there was no other on the face of this hellish world that could replace her, and she knew there was no one else she’d rather hold than him.

“I love you Michael. No matter what happens, you’ll always have my heart.” It was simple as maneuvering his hand to lie flat over her chest, his hand feeling her heartbeat in his palm.

“I love you Julie, and I promise, I’ll never leave y-

Reality was jolting to the human mind, and a tear slid down her cheek as she looked at Michael. No this was Langdon, Representative of the Cooperative, the one who was their Salvation. The memories made no sense, if she tried she couldn’t remember them, they only came out to give her the same as a hammer to the skull.

And Langdon simply held her close, desperation bleeding in his gaze. But the film reel that had played in her mind was gone and she was alone with a stranger. And as if he could tell, he righted her straight up and released her with a sigh.

“Come to my room tonight. Do not be late.”

He was gone with a gentle close of Coco’s door, and for some reason, Julie wished he wasn’t.

~

Supper was truly an affair that would’ve been better spent with the cannibals outside than in here with the inhabitants of Outpost 3. What once was one cube had become 1/4 of the whole, and for once, their eyes weren’t on the food.

All eyes were on Julie- except Coco, who refused to even look her way, and Gallant looked like he couldn’t care less. But Evie, Andre, Dinah, Emily and Timothy were nearly gaping at her like she was a new act in the circus. She didn’t let it irritate her, and simply refused to meet eyes with Venable or Mead. It was like the piercing glare from Venable was a harpoon ready to launch, and she couldn’t say she was ready.

But it came all too soon, “So, it seems one of us has had a miraculous recovery seemingly overnight.” A loud gulp from her pristine mineral water filled glass. “I would say this is lucky news but then again, one less person would have given the rest of you a few more days worth of food. But nonetheless, this is truly a miracle. Don’t you think Ms. Mead?”

Mead grunted and shot a dark look at Julie, to which she simply turned away. The only noise was the clattering of forks as each person took miniature bites of their cubes. Julie noticed there was an extra seat to the left of Venable- Stu would’ve sat there, but it was still set.

It was then she realized Langdon wasn’t there. It made sense that he didn’t want to eat with them, they were basically peasants compared to him. He was the current king of this domain, even if they all knew that Venable would rather die than not be in control. She wondered if their fearless leader was like this before the blast.

Surprisingly, Coco tried to start the conversation, “So, has anyone met with Langdon yet?” Gallant made an affirmative noise. “And how was it? C’mon, give us a heads up so we’re ready.”

But he shook his head and nibbled on another piece of cube, “I mean like, there isn’t really a point to tell you cause you can’t cheat the system so you may as well go in blind like I had to.” Most of them nodded but Evie sneered, “You just don’t want to help your fellow man. How cruel of you.”

Julie watched his fork drop to hit the plate with a loud twang and turn his head sickeningly slow to shoot daggers at his grandmother. “Oh you’d know all about cruelty grandma.”

Had something happened between Gallant and Evie that no one had clued her in on? The animosity inside this Outpost was hard to keep up with sometimes. But then again, maybe it was better off staying in the dark about some things. And it wasn’t like she didn’t already have enough on her own plate.

The biggest factor was as simple as a name: Langdon. He was something strange and new, yet being around him brought forth memories she didn’t know she had. It brought forth a feeling in her gut that either made her sick or giddy- it was hard to tell. His arrival had simply brought along chaos; both good and bad.

She felt Emily prod her dangling hand, the not perched on the table holding the fork, and shoot her tight smile. But it was a slight pain in her gut that had a look of distraught covering her face. It was like knives piercing her inner gut and sliding into the lower abdomen.

“Is something wrong?” Venable asked this as if it was an inquiry about the weather and not a concern that bothered her in any way. So she simply grit her teeth and shook her head, staring down at the last bite of cube.

A thin sheen of sweat started to drip down her temple, a slight shake in her right leg alerting Timothy to her shaking, but he didn’t know how to help. Maybe he could cause a distraction so everyone would have to leave, but what could he do…

“Hey Coco,” Timothy made a show of pointing to his head, “Is that a spider in your hair?”

The commotion that ensued was enough for Emily and Coco to rush Julie out of the room and away from Venable’s sight. The coughing had subsided but a steady stream of blood was leaving her nose.

Julie was so confused; what the hell was happening to her? This couldn’t be real, she’d been healed- it wasn’t supposed to be this way. It was a quick sweep above her mouth and the blood was gone, but the pain was still there. This wasn’t just hunger, she knew hunger, this was something else.

Except the only thing she’d eaten were the cubes; The gelatin cubes that were filled with enough nutrients to keep her alive and not die or starvation. But this wasn’t starvation; it just didn’t hit you this fast. This was something more.

It was a harsh knock at the door that had Emily and Timothy turning to each other, knowing there was no were to hide, and they didn’t even have a chance as the door harshly slid open, revealing Venable with a darkly colored sneer.

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised.” Julie had been in the bathroom washing up and vomiting the very little waste in her stomach, and stumbled back at the sight of Venable in her room, cane in one hand, and the other- a plate with one cube.

“Get out.” And the two teens fled, Emily shooting a sorry look at the girl Julie, knowing that Timothy and her couldn’t get the information they needed tonight, and while they were mildly disappointed, no one deserved to be left alone with their masochistic ruler. Timothy shot her one last look as he slid the door closed.

It was tense inside the fairly large room, shadows from the fire reflecting on the walls; Venable near the door and Julie near the bathroom, facing off against one another. Except it was an unfair fight and Julie would undoubtedly lose.

Venable let out a breathy laugh, “You know, I was a receptionist before all this. And I was just like you; so pathetic.”

A fire burned in Julie’s gut- she couldn’t tell between the pain and rage. “I’m not pathetic.” And Venable started a low chuckle, covering her mouth like a schoolgirl before it turned into a vile loud chortle that echoed on the walls. It was minutes before she stopped and Julie had yet to move from her standing position by the bathroom, even as Venable moved forward to sit on the edge of the bed.

She sat so gracefully; “Open your eyes Ms. March.”

Open my eyes!

“The difference between us is I earned my place here. In fact, Outpost 3 would be overrun and barely standing if I had never stepped foot in this decrepit underground chamber and saved you all from yourselves.”

“Why are you even here? Is it because you just want to hear yourself talk?” Venable snorted and slid a hand into her dress pocket, pulling out a small pistol and pointing it straight at Julie.

“I’d watch how you speak to me, I can still very much kill you and have no blood on my hands.” But Julie had a feeling she wasn’t going to kill her, at least not now or with a gun.

“But there isn’t a point to shooting me is there, not when you’ve been poisoning my food this entire time.” Now that had Venable turning and meeting her hard gaze.

“Now that is a strong assumption Ms. March. One that could get you in trouble.” It was no damn assumption and Julie knew it; the reason she’d become sick was Venable or maybe even Mead had been tampering with her food, making her sick enough to bleed.

It was a gamble and a stretch to throw such a heavy accusation at a woman who was holding a gun directly at her, but there was little doubt in Julie’s mind that Venable was behind her bloody nose and shaking skin. “And if I was? What could you possibly do to me?”

“I could tell everyone and we both know exactly what they’d do to you.” Julie had the upper hand now. “They’d throw you outside, let the canker puss monsters tear you apart. And even if you managed you get away, you wouldn’t survive.”

Venable’s face grew red with rage and Julie knew her trigger finger was itching to take the shot, but she dropped the gun with a smirk. “I would like to see you try and take me down.”

Venable used her cane to stand tall and tap it twice on the ground, the noise echoing through the room, before a few hard steps brought them nose to step.

Venable’s voice was a whisper; “I’d like to see the whore who shares Langdon’s bed rat me out as a traitor.”

What? “What?”

Venable chuckled, as if there was a joke she was missing. “Ms. Mead came across some interesting photos of you Langdon.” Julie grunted when the cane smashed against her bare foot, “I would think twice about threatening me Ms. March. I don’t need a gun to kill you.”

The two women glared at each other for a moment longer before Venable swiftly moved away, cane tapping against the ground as she walked to the door, turning back with a smile. “See you tomorrow at supper. Don’t be late.”

Her knees gave out at the same time the door shut. Wetness welled up and spilled down her cheeks; Life was just unbearable at this point. She just wished she were back home with her mom, laughing in Chloe’s car as they listened to horrible early 2000’s rock that they knew every word too. She wanted things to go back to normal.

It would be a complete and utter lie to say the thought of slitting her own throat, or wrists, hell, just smashing her head in the glass of the shower stall until it rained blood. It would end the pain, and she could see her mom again.

Her legs felt like iron weights that wanted to hold her down, but she lifted herself up and stumbled to the bathroom, nearly glassy eyes searching the large cream-colored room. The few steps to the sink were easy, and she gripped the edges of the sink, nails digging into the porcelain. In the mirror, she saw herself; her brown curls and glassy eyes made her let out a cheap laugh.

No one would miss this. She was rearing her body back when a hand landed on her forearm, stopping her for a moment. The mirror showed Julie and the man in black, his hand stopping her from a desperate act of desperation that made him want to scream.

She mumbled a solemn “I’m sorry” before continuing her previous act, smashing her face into the glass of the mirror- once, twice- , blood and shards raining down on the bathroom floor. Red ran into her eyes and pain was all she felt, a smile gracing her lips. It would be over soon.

Langdon watched through the eyes of the rubber man as his Julie, the Jewel of his heart bled on the bathroom floor. It was painful to see her like this; it made him want to burn the world all over again. But none of that mattered; he would never allow the one woman in his life that was destined to be with him simply die.

Happy Halloween and I hope you enjoyed!

[renee-writer]

Redemption Chapter 59 Lock-In

“So what can I expect? Ages of the youth? How many ? That kind of thing.”

“Nervous love?” He inquires.

“Ah. A bit. I haven’t been to a lock-in in 5 years and then I wasn’t in charge.”

“It will be okay. These are good kids. We will have around 25, ages 13 to 18.”

“Okay, anything to look out for?”

“Biggest thing will be making out. Also sneaking off to smoke, drink. But like I said, these are good kids. I don’t anticipate any big problems.”

“As for making out, are we breaking up kisses?”

“Yes, I know it sounds hypocritical, but, we are adults in better control of our hormones. These guys aren't. So, nothing beyond holding hands and hugs.”

“Understand. Is there any planned activities or our we flying by the seat of our pants?”

“A bit of both. The younger kids, 13 and 14, are making Christmas cards for our shut-ins. The older are making up fruit baskets for the same. We have a movie planned for midnight. A karaoke contest at three. We will have music going all night. Board games and card games will also be set out.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Oh it is. A time for fun, easy socialising. It also makes the kids, who have something they need to discuss, more open. There is something about the night that makes them more open.”

“So, our second most important job is to listen.”

“Exactly. You will be fine Gabby.”

They pack up sleeping bags, pillows, the fudge and cookies that Gabriella made, and head out. They walk upstairs. It is strange to Gabriella, being in church at night in the quiet. She and Eli are the first ones there. They have to come early to set up.

Gabriella set out the cookies and fudge on one of the many tables. Eli starts the music videos on the TV. They then set up craft supplies on a couple of the tables with games on the others.

“Who is bringing the fruit basket stuff?”

“”Kevin, he is our youngest deacon. He is thirty and right outside our age group. Still young enough to have the energy to do this.

“Oh Good. Another adult.” He laughs

“You thought we were the only ones here with 25 children?”

“Well.” She is blushing.

“It is us. Kevin. Adam from Sunday School and MJ.”

“Another woman. Thank goodness.”

“Yep. Can't be all guys. We need some ladies for the young ladies.”

“When are they arriving?”

“In a half hour giving me time to do this.” He pulls her into his arms for a sizzling kiss.

“Oh wow! What was that for?”

“Well, we can't kiss in front of the kids. Have to be a good example. So, that ought to hold us over.”

“I would say do.”

He watches her as she interacts with the youth. She glides among them, stopping at the table where the younger children work. She takes a seat and exams their work, offering them advice, praising their work.

He watches az she drifts over to where the older children work. She helps tham make up a few baskets before joining a few youth working on neither, but dancing to ‘Move' by MeryMe. She dances with them, laughing and spinning around.

“So, are you planning a wedding yet?” Kevin asks Eli as he watches him watch her.

“Huh?” he jerks around and stares at his deacon.

“Vome on Eli. You surely aren't going to let her get away.”

“No. I'm not.”

“Good man. So when? I will need to make sure my schedule is clear.”

“I am asking her Christmas morning.”

“Good.”

“You don't think it is to soon?”

“No. You love her. She loves you. You are both old and mature enough.”

“True.”

“What are you two talking about?” Gabriella joins them.

“Can't say.” Eli pulls her into his arms and leads her back into the makeshift dance floor. He spins her around. The youth all stop what they are doing to watch their minister dance with his lady. They whistle and shout. Gabriella laughs and throws her head back, her unbound hair flying behind her as Eli spins her faster and faster.

“I must rember this moment,” Eli thinks,” How she looks, the sound of her laugh, the faces of the youth. This is a holy moment.”

“Oh! That was fun!” Gabriella says when he gets her sat down, 10 minutes later.

“For me too.”

“But, it didn’t make me forget that you and Kevin were having an intense conversation..”

“Oh. One I can't tell you about.”

“More secrets?”

“Actually part of the same one.”

“Christmas surprise.”

“Yes.”

“I will try to continue to be patient.”

“It will be worth it.”

“Later, Gabriella finds a spot on the floor between two of the young ladies. They stretch out on sleeping bags to watch, ‘God's Not Dead.’ The youth and their chaperones spread out all over the room, seating on the floor and chairs. Eli takes a seat where he can see Gabby and the screen. He is quite impressed with her. The way she interacted with the youth. She had became one of them. It is an important characteristic of a youth minister's wife.

“If she is going to be my wife, she must be able to connect with them. She can do that. She is doing that.” He thinks as he watches her between Willow and Shelby.

Later, during the Karaoke contest, in which they determine who is the silliest singer, not the best, she shows more of the same qualities. She sings with a group of girls and MJ. They all wear funny hats and exaggerate the notes, to the side splitting laughter of the others.

When Eli joined the guys, they preform a silly skit. They put on wigs and big floppy hats. They try to sing like the girls. He catches Gabby's eye. She is laughing so hard she is doubled over by the force of it.

“Oh Lord,” he prays even as he continues to preform,” what an incredible gift you have giving me in Gabriella, a perfect youth minister's wife.

“I had a lot of fun.” She tells him around five that morning. Most of the youth are still fully awake but a few had settled down, into the more quiet activities of the board and card games. The music still plays but no one is dancing. Those not at the tables either lay on the sleeping bags on the floor, dozing or quietly talking. They only had to break up one couple and no one had tried to sneak out.. All in all, a very good night.

“I am glad. You sure looked like you were having fun..” They sit on the floor beside each other. She leans against his shoulder and smoothers a yawn.

“It was a blast. It was nice to act my age.” He smiles and rest his head on hers. He knows what she means. She needed to let loose. To just be 20 for a night.

“We will wake those that are asleep in a half hour, clean up and head home.”

“Sounds good. Jade is keeping Evie until this afternoon.”

“Good.”

They get the kids up and the youth suite clean. Everyone is at home and in bed by seven.

[reddeaddamnation]

A very creed-y Christmas

Ah, the 25th of December. Everyone’s favorite holiday. Arno, on the other hand, took it to a whole new level. He had woken up early with an especially good mood and ran downstairs to open his gifts and almost ran over Connor along the way in his state of euphoria. Arno was the kind of person who was happy to receive anything and spent a fortune on buying gifts for his comrades. Well, except for Shay and Haytham. Every year he either didn’t buy them anything or just threw in a pair of socks or something similar. 

Connor, though, was also enthusiastic but not to such a degree. He was actually happier that the day was special and that meant Evie will fill the table with food until there is no more room left. He really liked her cooking. He didn’t really care much about the presents. He usually bought the same thing for everyone like books or some kind of accessory and just hoarded all his presents in his room even if he didn’t know what they are for. In his closet, you can literally find things from their first Christmas together because Connor felt very awkward about throwing them out.

The two walked in the living room just when Altair was yelling at Jacob, because he had the audacity to complain how every year Altair gifts him with a brand new t-shirt he got for 3$ on sale. Yes, everyone got a 3$ shirt from him, except for Desmond, for whom he actually dug in his pockets and bought a brand new headset along with Fallout 76. For Ezio, too, he prepared a shiny new Gucci belt, because Ezio wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks. He’s never cheap for himself though. The day before Christmas, you can literally see him with a brand new gauntlet and at least one new piece of technology for his collection. “You ungrateful swine! Do you know how long it took me to find a shirt you would supposedly like!” The remark startled everyone in the room “But it’s the same thing every year! Why don’t you just buy the same one every year?!” Altair was also in a foul mood because Malik had sent him a book “How to not be a d*ck around the people around you”

Evie had already started cooking for tonight and her trusty helpers Bayek and Ezio were trying their hardest to keep up with her tempo and orders. Evie was up since the early hours of the morning, putting the presents under the Christmas tree (and what a story that tree had) and getting ready to spend the day in the kitchen so everything would be perfect. Somehow she always knew what everyone needs or wants and nobody was ever disappointed by her gift. Ezio, though, usually got away with buying presents by paying for the food no matter how much it is “This is my present.” he would say “The food on the table.” And Bayek, on the other hand, was always very generous with gifts, didn’t demand anything in return, would actually be happy to receive anything and just plain enjoyed the smiles on their faces when they see what he got them. Even Altair would crack a smile! 

Desmond and Clay were already seated in front of the TV to try out Desmond’s new game and were discussing it in a rather loud voice. Edward was enjoying himself with a large cup of eggnog and chatting cheerfully with Shay on the couch. Haytham was working today and wasn’t home, for which Connor and Arno thanked all the heavens because nobody really wanted to deal with him. 

When Arno looked at the tree, he remembered what an adventure it was until they actually get it and set it up. He didn’t know who in their right mind decided to send Shay and Edward to get the tree, because all they did was end up drunk and forgot what they even went out for. If it wasn’t for Connor to go and get the tree, they wouldn’t even have one in the first place. Evie and Kassandra were the ones to decorate it and even though Kassandra wasn’t one for decorating, everyone knew that she just wanted to be close with Evie and spend time with her. Alexios and Jacob of course never stopped teasing her, even though they pretended to be oblivious to the fact that the two of them have feelings for each other as well. The fact that Kassandra had a crush on Evie didn’t go unnoticed by Ezio who quickly became jealous and more clingy to Evie, who overall punched him in the face on several occasions. Kassandra even went as far as to sing carols with Evie even though she thought they were cheesy. Anyways, the Christmas tree was also knocked over and rearranged on multiple occasions after Edward drunkenly knocked it over or Jacob who knocked it over after insisting to be the one to put the star on top. 

Nobody will ever forget how Arno cried and sang along to “Last Christmas I gave you my heart” started playing on the music channel and Desmond awkwardly sat next to him, unsure what to do so he just pretended nothing was happening. At least nobody was forced to watch “Home alone” this year after several years in a row by Bayek who actually loved the movies and cracked up laughing at them while everyone else either fell asleep or played on their phones. 

Arno sat under the tree to find and unwrap his presents and thought today was going to be very interesting. Alexios and Jacob had already set up a mistletoe especially for Evie and Kassandra but Arno wondered which of the couples were actually going to end up under it first. The day was going to be filled with joy, a snowball fight or two, a lot of presents and of course, a delicious dinner and joking around around the table. And he anticipated it for days.

[searchingwardrobes]

Christmas in Storybrooke: 3/13

Summary: My Hallmark Christmas movie fic in which flights get cancelled and Henry’s “best friend’ gets snowed in with him in his quirky hometown for Christmas. Only with magic and fairy tale characters.

Yes, you read that right. I outlined this fic, and it will be 13 chapters (well, 12 plus an epilogue) because apparently my muse loves to torture me. Once I finish Sleepless in Seattle, I’ll be updating this daily to hopefully finish by New Years. Hopefully . . .

Rating: M for suggestive scenes and adult situations, not smut

Trigger warnings: Henry is an adult. Read that again: Henry is an adult. Look at the picset: that’s Andrew J. West. If Henry actually behaving like an adult makes you feel icky, the don’t read this.

A03

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Chapter Three: White Christmas

 Henry rolled over on the lumpy futon, groaning and arching his back. How had ever slept on this thing as a teenager? Across the room, Evie was still asleep in the bed from the old guest room. She was on her side, one pillow under her head and a second one clutched to her chest. Her brow was furrowed and her fists clenched, and he wondered not for the first time why her body was always so coiled and tense in sleep. She seemed to be so steady most of the time, so unfazed by the rough nature of her work. Did she keep it all bottled inside?

He threw his blankets aside, also casting off such melancholy thoughts about Evie. Maybe she just couldn’t relax in an unfamiliar place while she was missing her family. He pulled a sweatshirt on over his undershirt, put some thick socks on his feet, and padded down the cold hardwood stairs to the second floor. It was quiet there, but he could hear voices drifting up from the ground floor along with the sounds of someone working in the kitchen. Sure enough, he found his siblings scurrying around the kitchen while his stepfather stirred a pan of scrambled eggs at the stove. A timer dinged, and Killian smoothly pushed the pan off the hot burner and opened the oven door to pull out a pan of cinnamon rolls.

“Morning, lad!” he called to Henry, in his usual bright morning voice. Killian’s love of the early hours had always been a source of slight irritation for both Henry and his mother. It never felt right that he was so chipper when the sun was barely rising.

Of course, the upside was having a breakfast chef. Once they had convinced him that broiled mackerel was not a suitable breakfast food, that is.

“Grab these eggs, for me?” Killian asked as he set the pan of sticky rolls on the countertop. Hope was next to the fridge pouring glasses of orange juice. Soon, they were all gathered around the table with plates of food.

“I’ve missed breakfast like this,” Henry sighed as he bit into a cinnamon roll. “Usually I just grab a donut or a bagel on my way to work.”

“Why do you still have to work for that online newspaper?” Hope asked. “You wrote that book.”

“Well,” Henry sighed, “novelists don’t exactly make a ton of money, especially when they self- publish. I have to pay the bills somehow.”

“It was a fantastic read, Henry, I couldn’t put it down,” Killian added, “I don’t know why a publishing company hasn’t picked it up.”

Henry warmed at the praise. Everyone in Storybrooke had supported his career. He was pretty sure everyone in town had bought multiple copies of his first novel. But to hear Killian support him like this meant even more. Not only because the man read voraciously but because he was the closest thing to a father he had ever had.

“Well,” he said, struggling to swallow his bite of egg as his heart soared, “I think they see fairy tale retellings as only selling in YA markets, and mine is definitely an adult book.”

“Yeah,” grumbled Hope, “Mom and Dad won’t let me read it yet.”

“Sorry, kid,” Henry sympathized.

Leia attempted to wipe her sticky fingers on the front of her nightgown, and Killian wordlessly handed her a wet wipe. “When do we leave for the farm, Daddy?”

“No!” Charlie protested, almost spilling his juice, “the Snow Festival is first!”

“But I want to ride Buttercup!” protested Leia

“Shut up, you two,” Hope snapped.

“Don’t tell your brother and sister to shut up,” warned Killian.

“Fine,” Hope muttered, rolling her eyes.

“And you two,” Killian added, pointing at the twins as they stuck their tongues out at each other, “you know full well we’re going to the festival first, then the farm. There’s no point arguing about it.”

“The festival’s going to be lame this year,” Hope pouted, pushing at her eggs with her fork.

“Hope,” a voice said from the stairs, “watch it, young lady.”

“Swan!” Killian exclaimed, jumping from the table and rushing to his wife, “I was going to bring breakfast up to you!”

Emma waved him off as he helped her into a chair. “I’m fine, babe. I’m not an invalid.”

Killian frowned as he started scrambling some more eggs. “But I worry about the stairs, love. It seems like a lot of strain, and Whale said you’re not supposed to over exert yourself.”

Emma rolled her eyes exactly as Hope had earlier. “You insist on carrying me up the stairs, going down is no big deal. And I’m already having to be pushed around the festival today in a wheelchair. At least let me eat breakfast at the damn table with my family.”

“Words, Mommy!” Charlie crowed with a smirk.

“Speaking of the festival -” Henry began hesitantly.

“Don’t worry,” Emma assured as she reached her hand over to rest upon his arm. “I sent a message to Elsa, and we also had an emergency town meeting. No magic.”

“Like I said,” Hope grumbled, “lame.”

“What’s lame?”

The silence became palpable as every head swiveled to the bottom of the stairs where Evie was just coming down. She had combed her hair and put it in a smooth, low ponytail, but she still wore her snowflake flannel pajamas.

“Hope was just expressing her opinions on our town’s annual Snow Festival,” Killian smoothly explained as he set a plate of food in front of his wife. “I’m afraid she’s getting to that age -”

“The tween age?” Evie laughed as she took the empty seat between Hope and Emma. She looked over at Hope and winked. “I remember those days.”

“She only thinks it’s gonna be lame cause there’s no mag-”

Henry reached over and clamped his hand over Leia’s mouth. “No . . . magi . . . “ he stuttered, wracking his brain to come up with a lie. “You know, the three wise men?”

“Yeah, magi,” Emma put in, “there . . . uh . . . used to be a live nativity scene . . . but, uh, people complained about the animals -”

“And their poop!” Charlie finished, dissolving into giggles. “Camels poo-oop, camels poo-op -”

“Charlie, that is not appropriate at the table,” Killian told his son firmly.

Henry caught Evie’s eye, who was holding her hand over her mouth and trying not to laugh. An awkward silence fell as Evie and Emma both started on their food.

“You know,” Evie finally spoke up, her gaze still on her eggs, “I work for the FBI. I can tell when people are lying.”

Silence reigned again, as the entire Jones family exchanged concerned glasses.

“But,” she continued, “I can also tell when a lie is innocent and when it’s more . . . nefarious. This is clearly a lie I can overlook.”

Everyone let out breaths they didn’t realize they had been holding.

Evie took a sip of juice, then added, “For now.”

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The family ended up being late to the festival, what with getting three kids out the door and maneuvering Emma’s wheelchair down the porch steps. Emma’s irritation at using said wheelchair not necessarily helping matters. So by the time they reached town hall, it was packed. Luckily, Regina, Zelena, and the Charmings had saved them a nice spot up front. The crowds, of course, also eagerly parted for the savior, calling out well wishes and concern for her and the baby. If Evie noticed Emma’s special treatment, she didn’t comment on it.

“As if this weren’t humiliating enough,” Emma grumbled under her breath. Henry exchanged an amused glance with Killian; they both knew his mother wasn’t fond of being fawned over like the princess and hero that she was.

Further introductions were necessary as Evie met the rest of Henry’s family for the first time. He had prepared his grandparents ahead of time to call themselves his aunt and uncle, and Neal at 13 was old enough to play along and pretend to be Henry’s “cousin.” Little Ava wasn’t even a year old and not yet talking. Evie eagerly took the baby from Mary Margaret (no “Snow” Henry had lectured everyone over the phone), and the little one seemed just as eager to be in Evie’s arms. His other mother and Aunt Zelena were also on their best behavior, welcoming Evie with rare warmth. Twelve-year-old Robyn was fascinated by Evie’s career in the FBI.

“Have you ever had to shoot someone?”

“Robyn!” Zelena reprimanded. “That is not an appropriate question!”

“It’s okay,” Evie laughed as Ava gurgled and grabbed at her nose. “No, Robyn, I haven’t. Most of what I do is more boring than you would expect. I mostly talk to people after they are brought in. I try to get them to tell the truth.”

Henry could tell by Robyn’s expression that she was disappointed. He also knew Evie was being vague on purpose; her specific job with the bureau wasn’t exactly an appropriate topic for children.

“Well,” Regina said, “it was nice to meet you, Evie, and I can’t wait to talk more later, but right now I have a job to do.”

His mom made her way up to the stage that had been set up in front of town hall. Everyone cheered as she waved to the crowd and stepped up to the microphone.

“Welcome everyone, to our annual Snow Festival!” she paused while the crowd cheered some more. “I’d like to welcome to Storybrooke, Qu-Mayor of Arendelle, Elsa Frost!”

The crowd clapped half-heartedly as this was much shorter than the usual speech. Normally, his mother reminded everyone of the Snow Queen and her spell of shattered sight that was thwarted by sisters Queen Elsa and Princess Anna of Arendelle. Even though the spell happened in the summer, not the winter, the town had voted that the Saturday before Christmas was the perfect time to celebrate the historic Storybrooke event.

As Elsa came up the steps to join his mother, Henry realized he had never seen her dressed in normal clothes. Instead of her usual royal gown, she wore a simple blue off the shoulder sweater dress with black leggings and boots. Her hair was still braided over her shoulder, and laced through with decorative snowflakes. He wasn’t surprised to see her without a coat, hat, or mittens. As she often said, the cold just didn’t bother her. Everyone else gathered around, even his mother on stage, were bundled up and shivering.

Elsa embraced Regina, then turned to the microphone. “As always, I am delighted to be here. This town is full of so many dear friends.” Here Elsa searched the crowd, her gaze resting on Emma and Killian for a moment. “And now, I would like to present, Arendelle’s yearly Christmas gift!”

With that, Elsa lifted a large sheet off an ice sculpture that stood on the ground in front of the stage. Next to him, Evie let out an awed gasp, but she was the only one impressed. Everyone else gave only polite applause.

“That’s amazing,” Evie told him, “I’ve never seen something so intricate! And how did she get the ice castle to glow like that?”

It was beautiful, and it was no doubt made from Elsa’s ice magic. But normally Elsa made the ice castle while everyone watched in awe. The castle was slightly different every year, but it was always big enough for everyone to explore. It would have slides and turrets and winding staircases. Then Elsa always ended the presentation with a burst of magical snowflakes, intricate and as big as your hand that twinkled with glittery multicolored magic as they floated over the crowd. In comparison, this year’s sculpture was a huge disappointment. Hope caught his eye, her arms crossed and her eyebrows lifted as if to say, told you so.

“Henry,” Evie leaned over and whispered, “um, why is everyone glaring at me?”

Henry looked away from his sister and saw Leroy giving Evie a look so hateful he was surprised daggers weren’t shooting out of the dwarf’s eyes. “Oh ignore Leroy, he’s always in a bad mood.”

“No, Henry, not just him.”

Henry scanned the crowd to find that she wasn’t exaggerating. All of the dwarves were gathered around Leroy like a group of rural thugs from The Outsiders. Granny was giving her the stink eye over the edge of her bifocals, and even the fairies were staring snootily down their noses. Henry scowled, rubbed Evie’s arm comfortingly and marched over to Granny and the dwarves.

“Will you all lay off?” he hissed so Evie couldn’t hear. “It’s not her fault that her flight got cancelled. She’s essentially stuck here for Christmas, so the least you can do is make her feel welcome.” Without waiting for a response, he marched over to the fairies. “How do you think it looks to have a group of nuns shunning a visitor to town? I’d expect this from the dwarves, but not from all of you.”

“I agree,” a voice spoke up from the edge of the group.

Blue turned to face the petite blonde. “Tink, you aren’t even part of our order anymore.”

“And this is exactly why. You’re really going to pout over a silly little festival?” Tink then turned to Henry apologetically. “Hook told me about your friend. Introduce me?”

“Um, okay,” Henry said hesitantly, “but none of that Hook business, and your name is Tina, okay?”

She nudged Henry with her elbow. “I can be subtle.”

God, I hope so, Henry prayed to whoever would listen. As he walked back over to his family with Tink, his concern only increased. His other grandfather and Belle had joined them, and Elsa was bent over Emma’s wheelchair giving her a tight hug. Mercifully, Gideon had taken off somewhere with Hope, Neal, and Robyn. That was three less magical youngsters he would have to worry about. Hopefully the twins would keep behaving themselves.

“Henry!” Belle exclaimed, bounding over to him and embracing him in a tight hug. “We’ve all missed you. Did Killian tell you I have six copies of your novel in the library?”

He glanced over his shoulder to where Tink was introducing herself to Evie. Since his best friend’s eyes weren’t bugging out of her head, he assumed it was going well.

“Um, yes, he did, but considering that everyone in town bought their own copy, I think it was overly generous of you.”

“It was not,” scoffed Belle. “That book is a masterpiece, and we need to make sure it’s preserved for the future. Isn’t that right, Rumple?”

“Aye, it’s a great accomplishment, my boy.”

He slapped Henry on the back and smiled, but Henry still couldn’t shake the feeling that Belle was always happier to see him. Nevertheless, he shook his grandfather’s hand in greeting.

“We’ve been meeting your friend Evangeline here,” Belle continued in her eager, friendly voice. She put an arm around Evie in a half hug, and his friend tossed him a look that clearly said help! It wasn’t that Evie had an aversion to touch like Emma did, but meeting so many people all at once was clearly overwhelming her. Mary Margaret was now on stage announcing the snowman building contest, giving Henry a perfect opportunity to rescue her. He extended his hand towards her.

“I believe you told me once that you’ve never built a snowman?”

Evie grinned and took his hand. “I did.”

“You know what they say,” he told her with a wink, ”you never forget your first.”

He had no idea what possessed to say something so audaciously suggestive in front of his entire family.

“He gets that from me, you know,” Killian commented to Grandpa David as Henry walked away with Evie on his arm.

He had no idea what that meant, either.

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“You know,” Evie grunted as she rolled their snowman’s head across the snowy ground, “no one ever mentions in Hallmark movies what a workout snowman building is.”

Henry chuckled as he helped her roll the head on top of their snowman’s torso. “I don’t think Hallmark movies are the best place to get accurate information about snow.”

Evie draped a scarf around their snowman’s neck, then looked around at the competition and frowned. “Ours looks like Frosty, but some of these are works of art.”

Henry nodded as he gave their snowman a carrot nose. “It’s gotten very competitive as the years have gone by.”

“Look at your stepdad and the twins,” Evie pouted.

Henry followed her gaze to see Killian lifting Leia to put a garland of poinsettias on their snowfairy’s head. It also not only had wings on its back, but Killian had helped the kids add glitter to intricate carvings along the bottom. The snowfairy had an hourglass figure as well.

“Yeah, Killian’s pretty artistic. You should see him carve a pumpkin.” Of course, he used his hook for those, but Evie didn’t need to know that. Come to think of it, he normally used his hook in the snowman building competition, so it was pretty impressive that he had done so well without it. “He and the twins won last year.” Until the twins were disqualified for bringing their snowpirate to live, that is.

Evie bent down to press buttons into the bottom of the snowman. “So what’s up with your grandpa?”

“What about him?”

“You and him; you seem kind of . . . distant.”

“Oh,” Henry replied, shaking his head. He had thought she was talking about Grandpa David, and he suddenly realized she thought David was his uncle. “Yeah, we’re not that close really.”

“He doesn’t have to be so cold,” Evie said with an edge to her voice.

Henry sighed as he turned the pebbles they were using for the snowman’s mouth in his hand. “I’ve tried to figure out why he’s like that, but I’ve given up. He says he loves me, but . . . .” Henry started pressing the pebbles one by one onto the snowman’s face. “It may be because of my dad. People say I look like him, and since he died . . . maybe it’s painful for my grandpa? But then other times, I wonder if he just doesn’t like me.”

“He should be happy to have a bit of his son in you.”

Henry shrugged. “Could just be his personality then.” Or being the Dark One, once again something else Evie couldn’t know. “Or it may be my stepdad. Killian and I are close, and, well . . . Grandpa has never liked Killian much.”

Evie nodded as she stood and brushed snow off her knees. “Everyone has some dysfunction in their family.”

“Even your perfect suburban family?”

She rolled her eyes. “Please, Henry, you have no idea.”

She gazed over his shoulder and smiled at whatever had caught her eye. Henry turned to see Hope, Neal, Robyn, and Gideon shoving handfuls of snow into each other’s faces and laughing instead of working on their snowman. Evie squinted.

“Is that . . . “

“Cerberus, the two headed dog of the underworld? Yep, it is,” Henry answered.

“Guess they’re Percy Jackson fans,” Evie mused as she put the top hat on their Frosty.

“Yeah,” Henry said dryly, “guess so . . . “

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Evie plopped down on a bench next to Elsa who had been sitting and chatting with Emma in her wheelchair. Henry smiled as Evie said something to his mother, and they both laughed. When he reached them, Evie grinned up at him.

“I was just telling your mom how miserably we did in the competition.”

“And I was telling her that the only time I got so much as an honorable mention was when Elsa was my partner.”

The Queen of Arendelle giggled. “I think the judges felt sorry for us. You would think I of all people would be able to build a simple snowman.”

Emma grasped Elsa’s hand, her laughter leaving her breathless. “You should have seen it, Evie, a pitiful little thing that only reached our knees.”

“It looked like it was already melting,” Elsa added, fanning at her cheeks as tears filled her eyes from laughter. “With that huge carrot nose and crooked stick arms.”

“We named him Olaf,” Emma finished.

“Like in Frozen!” Evie exclaimed. “Cute! I bet you get Frozen jokes a lot with the name Elsa, and being blonde, and -”

“Dad!” Hope yelled so loudly over Henry’s shoulder that all four of them jumped. When they all swiveled towards her to find out why in the world she had screamed that way, she pointed near the ice skating pond. “I want to ice skate with Dad.”

“He’s coming over here now,” Emma pointed, then she mouthed to her daughter thank you.

“Mommy, mommy, look!” Charlie shouted, waving a blue ribbon in his hand as he and his sister and Killian approached. “First place!”

“And we didn’t even -”

Killian clapped a hand over Leia’s mouth before she could finish. “We didn’t even have the biggest snowman,” he finished.

“Our cerberus would have won if his second head hadn’t fallen off,” Hope grumbled.

“Uh uh,” argued Leia, “our snowfairy had glitter!”

Charlie stuck his tongue out at his big sister.

“Can you three get along for five minutes?” Emma groaned.

“Daddy!” Hope squealed, bouncing over to grasp Killian by the arm. “Come skate with me!”

Killian’s eyes grew wide and he scratched behind his ear. “Now love, you know how ridiculous I look trying to ice skate.”

Henry bit his lip to hold back his chuckle. A pirate who spent two centuries on a tropical island wasn’t exactly the most coordinated man on ice skates. Teasing him about it had become a favorite past time for all the Jones children.

“I see you, Henry,” Killian protested, wagging a finger at his stepson.

“How about if there’s a beginner on the ice with you?” Evie spoke up. She turned bright eyes on Henry. “I’ve never ice skated, but I’ve always wanted to.”

“I thought lots of people skate in New York City?” Charlie asked.

“They do, I guess,” Evie said with a wrinkled nose, “but what they don’t show in the movies is how crowded those rinks are. And I’ve never wanted to make a fool of myself in front of that many people.”

“Come on, then!” Hope cried, pulling her father down to the edge of the rink. Evie was right behind his little sister, and with a shrug to his mom and Elsa, Henry could do nothing but follow.

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Evie was clinging to Henry as if her life depended on it. Just staying upright was an incredible feat, and to say they were going a snail’s pace around the rink was an understatement.

“Whoa - oooh - woah!” Evie cried out as her feet slid back and forth beneath her. Her grip tightened on the collar of Henry’s coat.

“Careful!” he cried, wrapping his arms tight around her waist. “You’ll take me with you!”

“I take it back,” she muttered into her shirt, “building a snowman is a piece of cake compared to this.”

“You know,” he said against her hair, “it’s easier to skate going forwards.”

Still pressed against his chest, she tilted her face to look up at him. Her face was flushed, and wisps of her auburn hair had come free of her low ponytail. The green of the beanie on her head made the green in her eyes brighter, and even though there seemed to be a thousand layers of clothes between them, he was keenly aware of every one of her curves.

“So,” she said with a grin, “how do I turn around without falling on my ass?”

He suddenly realized he had a goofy grin plastered on his own face, and quickly cleared his throat. ”Um, very carefully?”

She rolled her eyes. “Thanks for the detailed instructions, Scott Moir.”

“If that makes you Tessa Virtue, I beg to differ.”

“Ha, ha, can you just help me face the other way, smart ass?”

He frowned down at her. ”Actually, I think it would be easier if I turned around.” He loosened his hold on her and then slowly let go with his left while keeping a firm grip on her with his right. “Don’t move,” he warned her as he pivoted. He tucked her into his side. “There, see?”

She wasn’t looking at him, but down at her feet. “Now how do I move?” she whispered as if talking too loud would sent her feet flying out from under her.

“The way my mom taught me is to pretend like your marching, only with tiny steps.”

“Which mom?”

“Does it matter?” Henry laughed. “It was Regina. Now, try it.”

Of course, he also had cursed memories of Emma teaching him. In his mind, those false memories still felt real. He cleared his throat to push the thought away as he watched Evie tentatively shift her feet back and forth.

“See, you’ve got it!”

Apparently, he had spoken too soon. Maybe there was a dip in the ice. Maybe it was the shock of Gideon Gold flying past at top speed. Maybe it was simply a sudden lack of balance. Whatever it was, Evie’s feet flew out from under her as a scream tore from her mouth. Henry moved to catch her, but her iron grip on his coat brought him down with her. He took the brunt of the fall and cushioned Evie’s landing.

Luckily, hysterical laughter poured out of her mouth. Henry let out a breath of relief, even as pain shot up his hip. Her laughter was contagious, and soon they were both breathless with it. Evie rolled off him and onto the ice, holding her side as she attempted to calm down. Henry rolled over to look down at her, his hand ghosting over her head, and then down her arm.

“Are you okay?”

“Me?” Evie gasped, laughter still spilling from her lips. “I landed on top of you!”

“As small as you are?” Henry teased. “You just knocked a little wind out of me.”

“Shut up with the short jokes,” she told him, smacking him lightly in the chest.

Without thinking, he grasped her hand and pressed it to his chest. They were both wearing mittens, but his heart still thudded. His gaze drifted from her eyes, those flecks of gold now shining merrily, and down to her lips. They were pink from the cold, but still full, and -

“Henry?”

“Yes?”

“The ice is kind of wet.”

“Oh,” he said, a blush filling his face as he scrambled to his knees. He helped her up, and once again she was clinging to the front of him, her nose buried in his coat.

“I think I’ll stay right here this time,” she told him.

That was definitely fine with him. The thought came unbidden, and Henry suddenly knew that his feelings for Evangeline Crawford went far deeper than friendship. But could he really expect to win this woman’s heart when every other word out of his mouth was a lie?

[lavieboheme930]

139- Shut Up!

1 - When was the last time it snowed where you live? Do you like snowy weather or is it just a pain? Had to be last year

2 - Are you expecting any parcels in the mail right now? Yep

3 - How long is it until your birthday? Do you have any plans for the day? 9 months away 

4 - What was the last thing you had to drink? Peppermint tea

5 - Do you need to do any laundry right now? nope.  It was done today

6 - Who was the last person you got a notification from on social media? Is this person a close friend of yours? Message from my bestie

7 - Do you regularly buy things on credit? If so, how much do you owe on credit cards right now? no

8 - When was the last time you got a call from an unknown number? Did you answer or call them back? today.  And no.

9 - When was the last time you got off work early? What was the reason and did you do anything fun with your extra free time? I work from home.  So I finish work whenever I want.

10 -  What do you typically eat for Christmas Dinner? Are you the one who cooks or does a family member do the cooking? It always changes

11 - What time did you wake up this morning? Did you get out of bed right away? 9.  And no.

12 - Do you have any plans for the weekend? Are these plans typical for a weekend or are you doing something different? Some work with my 2 businesses

13 - Would you like to work a job that involves going in and out of other people’s homes all day? (Like care work, painter, decorated etc.) No

14 - When was the last time you had an injury? Was it a minor cut/scrape or something more serious? What happened? Right now.  Fell yesterday and I’m in pain

15 - Do you ever watch movies or TV shows that require you to read subtitles? No

16 - What accents are your favourite? British, Welsh, Scottish

17 - How many people have you text today? Are these people friends, family members or something else? Just Sara and Evie.

18 - Are you any good at DIY? What was the last DIY project you finished? No.

19 - When was the last time you had a haircut? Wen was the last time you dyed your hair (if you ever have)?  I don’t get my hair cut.  And I have to dye it again.

20 - Do you prefer wearing tight-fitting or loose-fitting clothes? Somewhere between 

21 - Are you currently warm, cold or just right? Is the heating or air conditioning on to contribute to that feeling? Just right.

22 - What was the last piece of good news you received? Was it expected? I don’t even know right now.

23 - What colour socks are you wearing right now? Not wearing socks

24 - Do you prefer hot coffee or iced coffee? What about hot tea or iced tea? iced for both

25 - What are some of your favourite Christmas songs? What time of year do you start listening to Christmas music? Step Into Christmas by Elton John.  

26 - If you see cats wandering about in the street, do you stop and fuss them? no

27 - Speaking of cats, do you own a cat? Are they a particular breed or just a moggie? Would you ever want a specific breed of cat at all? no

28 - When was the last time you moved furniture around to clean behind or underneath it? Do you need someone’s help in order to do that? I don’t know.

29 - Do you have any medications that you need to take daily? Is this something you’re going to have to do for the rest of your life? no

30 - Do you know how to start an open fire and keep it burning without using loads of wood? Is this a skill you use on a regular basis at all? no