Scones and Clotted cream... today we had a good old English teatime with scones, Stilton, Cheddar and cucumber sandwiches. Scones only take 25 Min to make with flour, butter, sugar, salt, milk. I added some vanilla and brandybutter.
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What’s your elf name? -- Dec 15th
No Pairing: Sam, Dean, Cas, Reader
A/N: This was written for @webcricket advent challenge. Today’s prompt: Affectionate Nicknames. Total fluff. I used this website (not secure): The Christmas Elf Name Generator with TFWs actual names.
Word Count: 671
Warnings: Light cussing, poking fun at each other
Two cases of empty beers bottles sat on various surfaces throughout the motel room, and three hunters were clacking away on laptops working on various angles to solve the case while a fallen angel offered his own personal insight. Your eyes were getting sore and you need a quick break from what you were doing. At the perfect time, an email popped up from some random website you subscribed to, that piqued your interest. ‘What is your Christmas Elf Name?’ was in bright red and green letters and an adorable elf was waving at you. Who cares if this is for kids? You were game, a distraction would be good right now and it would help you focus in the long run. You entered the information in that the generator requested, and it came back as ‘Brandybutter Mullinleaves.’ A hushed chuckle came from your lips causing the boys to look over at you.
“What is so funny?” Dean asked gruffly. He definitely was not in the mood for you to be goofing off.
“Nothing really.” You replied unconvincing and the Winchesters left you alone about it. Moving on you typed in Dean’s information, oh God his was even better, ‘Figgy Jinglebaubles’. You held back a laugh by covering your mouth unfortunately for you, green, blue and hazel eyes were all on you.
Sam peered over your computer, “Elf names?” he shook his head with a snicker.
“Elf names!?” Dean questioned back and both him and Cas squinted their eyes at you not understanding.
“It’s just one of those stupid Elf name generators. Mine was Brandybutter Mullinleaves, which is cute, but Dean's is Figgy Jinglebaubles and that’s just hysterical.” You explained with a giggle.
“Figgy what?” Dean asked again.
“Figgy Jinglebaubles” You over enunciated making a funny face with your lips which caused the men in the room to get a good laugh at your silly self.
“Ok what’s mine?” Sam inquired trying not to crack up too much.
You clicked the keys redoing it for Sam’s information, “You sir would be Licorice Scarletsnaps.” You said in an awful British accent.
“No, no, no, that asshat doesn’t even like licorice. He thinks it taste like dirt.” Dean brought up.
“It’s true, Brandybutter.” Sam sassed using your Elf name.
You quickly changed the settings, “What about Chestnut Glitterlights?” You were overdramatic with your delivery.
“Yeah I can see that Chestnut.” Dean chuckled, flicking at Sam’s hair before he took a swig of beer. “Ok now Cas.”
“Hummm, what last night should I use for Cas? Winchester or Novak?” You asked the room.
In unison the three men agreed, “Winchester!”
“Awww that’s adorable guys.” You snorted at just how truly cute that was. Your fingers punched in the name Winchester one more time. “Cassie, sweetie, your Elf name is Garland Stripycrackers.” You changed his name from Castiel to Cas in the generator, “Or do you want to be Cedar Tinslepie?”
Cas thought about it, “I would prefer Cedar Tinslepie.” He said dryly which simply made you cackle and the Winchesters laughed their beautiful smiles taking a few precious minutes just to relax and do something that bonded you all as a team.
Dean yawned running on fumes, the laughter had woken him up a bit more but not enough to keep his eyes open any longer. “Well Chestnut, Cedar and Brandybutter, this little Figgy is hitting the hay and will dream of sugar plum fairies,” he paused, “in bikinis.” You smiled at his totally Dean comment.
“Yeah, Figgy, I think that is the best idea of the night.” Sam said, “(Y/N/N), I mean Brandybutter, you ready too?” You nodded. “Would you like to sleep next to me or Figgy over there?” He frowned when he said Dean’s Elf name.
“Decisions, decisions.” You sing songed moving your lips from one side or your face to other, Sam gave you puppy dog eyes knowing how much he liked holding you. “Ok Chestnut, you got me.” You told him as you got undressed for bed.
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