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lovesongbracket · 2 years

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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

All I Want for Christmas Is You

Written By: Mariah Carey & Walter Afanasieff

Artist: Mariah Carey

Released: 1994

“All I Want For Christmas Is You” is a holiday classic, and an uptempo love song. Its narrator declares she doesn’t care about Christmas presents or lights; the best holiday present she can have is to be with the one she loves. Released in 1994 as the lead single from Mariah Carey’s first holiday album and fourth studio album, Merry Christmas, the song has since become the Christmas standard. It has sold more than 14 million copies globally since its debut, making it one of the best-selling singles ever. In 2015, Carey released a book with the same title as her holiday staple, acknowledging the song’s longevity: “When I wrote ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ it was my dream for it to become a classic Christmas song. I am so proud of the song’s impact as it continues to create memories for fans each year.” The song’s legacy remains unparalleled. It charts every holiday season since its original release, and is estimated to have earned Carey $60 million in royalties. The song is also referred to as “the biggest Christmas song of all time”, and was named the #1 holiday song of all time by Billboard. After 25 years, the track finally reached No. 1 on the Billboard Hot 100 in 2018, becoming Mariah’s 19th song to do so and making the singer the solo artist with most Billboard Hot 100 chart-toppers. It also sets a new record of the longest run to No. 1 on the chart, surpassing Elton John’s re-recording of “Candle in the Wind.” It has since returned to the top of the charts in 2019, 2020, 2021, and 2022, making Mariah the first artist to ever have a number one song in four different decades.

[Intro] I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you, yeah [Verse 1] I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need (And I) Don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I don't need to hang my stocking There upon the fireplace (Ah) Santa Claus won't make me happy With a toy on Christmas Day [Chorus] I just want you for my own (Ooh) More than you could ever know (Ooh) Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you You, baby [Verse 2] Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas I won't even wish for snow (And I) I'm just gonna keep on waiting Underneath the mistletoe I won't make a list and send it To the North Pole for Saint Nick (Ah) I won't even stay awake to Hear those magic reindeer click [Chorus] 'Cause I just want you here tonight (Ooh) Holding on to me so tight (Ooh) What more can I do? Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is you You, baby [Bridge] Oh, all the lights are shining So brightly everywhere (So brightly, baby) And the sound of children's Laughter fills the air (Oh, oh yeah) And everyone is singing (Oh yeah) I hear those sleigh bells ringing (Oh) Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need? (Yeah, oh, oh) Won't you please bring my baby to me? [Verse 3] Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas This is all I'm asking for (Ah) I just wanna see my baby Standing right outside my door [Chorus] Oh, I just want you for my own (Ooh) More than you could ever know (Ooh) Make my wish come true Oh baby, all I want for Christmas is you [Outro] You, baby All I want for Christmas is you, baby (You) All I want for Christmas is you, baby (Ah, oh, ah, oh) All I want for Christmas is you, baby (You) All I want for Christmas is you, baby (All I really want, baby, ooh) All I want for Christmas is you, baby (All I want, all I really want is you)

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Lovefool

Written By: Peter Svensson & Nina Persson

Artist: The Cardigans

Released: 1996

“Lovefool” is track #7 on The Cardigans’s third album First Band on the Moon. “Lovefool” was the song that propelled The Cardigans to international stardom. US listeners took notice when it was featured on the soundtrack to Baz Luhrmann’s William Shakespeare’s Romeo + Juliet, starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Claire Danes. The song topped the Billboard Hot 100 Airplay and Top 40 Mainstream, but was kept from the Hot 100 because it was not issued as a commercial single (until December 1998, songs were not eligible to chart on the Hot 100 until they got released as single in the US). Nina Persson penned the lyrics for this song, while Peter Svensson wrote the music. Nina was sitting in an airport waiting for a plane when she was inspired to write the song and thought it would have a “slow bossa nova feel.” She told The Swedish Performing Rights Society: “I do find that the biggest hits are the ones that are the easiest to write”. Peter recalled writing the music for this song in an interview with The Independent: “To me, that song is still that moment when I wrote it in a small room, sitting on my bed in our home town. It was supposed to be some kind of a bossa nova: a totally different song, slow and mellow and sad. The production on it, though, and the disco drums made it all shinier."

[Verse 1] Dear, I fear we're facing a problem You love me no longer, I know and Maybe there is nothing that I can do To make you do Mama tells me I shouldn't bother That I ought just stick to another man A man that surely deserves me But I think you do [Pre-Chorus] So I cry, and I pray, and I beg [Chorus] Love me, love me Say that you love me Fool me, fool me Go on and fool me Love me, love me Pretend that you love me Leave me, leave me Just say that you need me So I cry and I beg for you to Love me, love me Say that you love me Leave me, leave me Just say that you need me I can't care 'bout anything but you [Verse 2] Lately I have desperately pondered Spent my nights awake and I wonder What I could have done in another way To make you stay Reason will not reach a solution I will end up lost in confusion I don't care if you really care As long as you don't go [Pre-Chorus] So I cry, and I pray, and I beg [Chorus] Love me, love me Say that you love me Fool me, fool me Go on and fool me Love me, love me Pretend that you love me Leave me, leave me Just say that you need me So I cry and I beg for you to Love me, love me Say that you love me Leave me, leave me Just say that you need me I can't care 'bout anything but you (Anything but you) [Outro] Love me, love me Say that you love me Fool me, fool me Go on and fool me Love me, love me I know that you need me I can't care 'bout anything but you

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calethelettuce · 11 months

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SaSi Intruality Week 5/7: Christmas in October?

Prompt: Gifts

Tags: @intrualityweek

Synopsis: Remus gets bored. Why not switch around holidays on everyone? Sounds like the perfect prank! ..He also just wants an excuse to give Patton things for no good reason. And Patton? Oh, he’s thrilled to finally see snow! The others are going to burn Remus at the stake for this one.

Characters: Patton, Remus, Logan, Virgil, Roman, Janus

Relationships: Romantic Intruality, Platonic Loxiety

TW: Swearing, dirty humor, sexual innuendos, mentions of screwing parents (but specifically dads), mentions of murder, oh also there’s a knife

“Why the fuck is there a Christmas tree in the common room?!”

“Virgil, what on Earth are you screaming about-“ Logan shut his book with a quick snap, looking up for the first time in hours. He stared at the Christmas tree sitting in the middle of the room, his stoic expression not changing at all. “Oh. I see.”

Virgil let out an annoyed groan. “There’s no way you’ve been sitting there this whole time and didn’t notice this!” He gestured to the array of Christmas decorations strung along shelves and light fixtures. “We’re erasing my favorite holiday, here!”

Logan shrugged, straightening his glasses frames. “Ask Remus. He’s probably behind this.” He supplied, putting his book down, “I’ll come with you if you want.”

Virgil crossed his arms with an annoyed frown. “I’m going to kill him.”

Patton managed to roll out of bed by 9 AM. His house felt awfully cold for October.. He rubbed his eyes, putting on his glasses while staring through the window.

Why did everything seem so… white? Patton moved back the curtains and nearly choked when he realized there was snow outside.

“In October!?” He checked the date: October 26. Good, he wasn’t going crazy. “It’s not even Halloween!” He mused, shutting the curtains and rushing down the steps with his phone in hand. The device was buzzing like mad, sending a tingle through his arm. He checked his notifications, chuckling at the exchange happening and the intense flurry of notifications.

The Sides!

Roman-ce Expert: what the heck is going on outside-

Down Low-gan: I'm unsure myself, actually.

My Dark, Strange Son: IM GOING TO KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER

Bananaconda: shut up i'm trying to sleep

My Dark, Strange Son: SHUT THE UP BITCH

Bananaconda: this is literally why nobody likes you

Down Low-gan: Stop fighting. Janus, just turn off your notifications like I do.

Bananaconda: whatever

Remus <3: Cock and ball torture

My Dark, Strange Son: REMUS I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS WHERE ARE YOU

Remus <3: I'm hangin with your mom right now :P

Bananaconda: get fucked virgil

Pattoncake: i think it's cool! :3 snow is cool! srry for late reply just woke up

Roman-ce Expert: If it wasn't OCTOBER and not EVEN PAST Halloween I would agree

Remus <3: Patty!!

Pattoncake: Hi :D

Down Low-gan: Good morning, Patton, apologies for the spam from these imbeciles.

Roman-ce Expert: EXCUSE ME?????????? (ㆆ_ㆆ)

Bananaconda: shut up, i'm going back to bed

Pattoncake: Have a good nap Janny! ᕙ(^▿^-ᕙ)

My Dark, Strange Son: i hope you die in your sleep

Pattoncake: VIRGIL- (≖_≖ )

My Dark, Strange Son: i only speak the truth dad

My Dark, Strange Son: Pat*

Pattoncake: :O

Pattoncake: DID YOU JUST CALL ME DAD

Roman-ce Expert: bro just got called out

Remus <3: Patty open the door :)

Remus <3: BABY LET ME IN

My Dark, Strange Son: go be sentimental somewhere else trash bitch

Remus <3: This is why I'm fucking your dad PATTON OPEN UP

Patton put his phone in his pocket, noticing the intense knocking on his front door. He pulled it open, smiling brightly. "Hiya, Remus!" he chirped. "Come on in!"

Remus grinned back, holding up a surprisingly neatly packaged bag. The tissue paper inside was a pretty blue and was very glittery. "I got this for you!" he declared, walking in and handing the moderately large bag to Patton, "Merry Christmas!"

Patton gave him a confused and concerned look, taking the bag gingerly from him. "Thanks! But.. you realize it's October, right?"

“Sure do!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Then why-“

“Don’t question it too much, Patty!” Remus simply gestured to the bag. “Open it!”

Patton thought about it for a moment. “Is this a trick?”

Remus looked awfully offended for someone who played pranks often. “Not this time!”

Patton nodded slowly, before stepping back and gesturing inside. “Well, come in first! It must be cold out there!” He was definitely cold himself, just by standing at the door with it open. “I can make your favorite hot cocoa, with the spices you like.”

Remus’ face brightened up at that. “Sweet!” He wandered inside, plopping down on one of the stools near the island counter. “Then you’ll open your gift?” He asked hopefully.

Patton gave him a small smile as he put the gift on the coffee table in the living room. “Sure, Morningstar.”

Remus hummed to himself, though it was more like a strange cackle or laugh than anything.

Patton got to work on the two cups of cocoa. He mentally went over the differences in the ways that every side preferred their cocoa, just to test his memory.

He knew that Logan liked his with milk and a tinge of peppermint (which was certainly interesting to him).

Roman preferred to make his with cocoa bombs, of which normally added tons of sugar from the extra chocolate.

Virgil rarely ever drank cocoa, but when he did? He preferred it cold. Patton still hadn’t figured that one out yet.

Janus took theirs as standard as you could get, but they rarely ever drank the stuff and preferred to drink other things.. like wine.

Now, Remus? It could change every day. Normally, he preferred his made with the water scalding hot. He preferred it so hot, in fact, that if anyone other than him tried to drink it they’d burn their hands on the mug. He loved spices, no matter if it was salt or pepper or anything else that comes to mind. His cocoa choices were never boring, Patton could confirm that.

He poured the still boiling water into a mug, careful not to spill any on himself or the counter. He held both the kettle and the cup with heat resistant gloves. “Remus, what spices are we thinking today, bud?” He called.

“Oooh! Let me think…” Remus began listing off random spices that came to mind.

Patton picked out three of the spices listed, putting a bit of each into the water and he added the cocoa powder to the mug. After being mixed, he slid the mug over to Remus. “There you go, hon!” He said cheerfully, beginning to work on his own.

Patton liked his plain and simple: just warm milk and the cocoa powder. Something simple to dip cookies in! It only took a quick five minutes for him to be sitting beside Remus as they both sipped their respective drinks.

Remus was the first one done. He plopped his mug down onto the counter, the hand painted black and green exterior shining under the glowing gaze of the lights overhead. “That was fucking delicious!”

Patton nibbled on a cookie, dipping it into his cocoa every so often. “I’m glad you liked it!” He said fondly.

Remus spun around on the stool as he waited for Patton to finish.

“Are you done yet?”

“Not yet, bud.”

Silence.

“How about now?”

“Still no, honeybee.”

“……are you done yet?”

Patton sighed, giving Remus a knowing look. “If I open the gift now, will you let me finish my hot chocolate?”

Remus pondered that for a moment. “..DEAL!” He hopped up, running over to the living room and sitting down. “Get to it, Pattyboy!”

“Okay, okay! Hold on!” Patton followed him at a much slower pace, putting his mug down on a glittery, star shaped coaster as he sat next to his boyfriend.

Remus giggled to himself as he handed the gift to Patton. “Here you go, Frog Daddy!”

Patton put the bag in his lap, looking it over. “It’s pretty heavy..” he couldn’t help but feel slightly concerned. What could be in here?

“C’mon, just open it!” Remus nearly begged him, “The suspense is killin’ me, man!”

Patton pulled out the tissue paper, watching as it floated carelessly in the air before settling on the carpet. Inside, to his surprise, were three individually wrapped boxes. They were wrapped in shiny silver paper, with little baby blue bows decorating the tops.

“I hated wrapping it all neat,” Remus added, “but I figured you’d like it.”

Patton took out one of the smallest boxes first, which was rather hefty for its size. He unwrapped it carefully, confused as to what could be inside. He gasped.

Inside sat two crystal statues; one of a cat and one of a frog. “Oh, Remus! These are amazing!” He gushed.

Remus beamed. “Good! They’re Blue Calcite, they apparently help balance emotions. So, y’know, I thought it fit you.” He shrugged. “I got Logan to tell me that. I know absolutely nothing else.”

Patton pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I think they’re lovely either way.”

“Yuuck, positivity! Just keep going!”

The next thing Patton pulled out happened to be a knife. The blade was embellished with various gems and crystals in both green and blue, and Patton nearly dropping it out shock once he realized what it was.

“It’s not real! It’s a fake one I made! Not sharp at all!” Remus took it and tried to stab something, to no avail. “See? Totally safe!”

Patton breathed out a sigh of relief. “You almost just gave me a heart attack, mister!”

“Sorry not sorry! Open the last one, that’s my favorite!”

“I don’t know whether to be excited or terrified.”

Patton ripped open the box, pausing with an awestruck expression on his face.

A beautiful array of necklaces, friendship bracelets and rings sat inside.

“I made us matching ones!” Remus supplied, holding up his own emerald set, “Yours are diamond!”

Patton tried on the ring, realizing it fit perfect on his ring finger. He gave Remus the biggest smile the side had ever seen, before nearly tackling him in a hug. “I LOVE IT!” he squealed, “Thank you thank you thank you!!!”

Remus scoffed, ignoring how red his face was. “It was nothing, Pattycake!”

And then Patton kissed him.

Right on the lips.

And internally?

Remus flipped the fuck out. In a good way!

They sat there for a moment or two, just enjoying each other’s company, Patton’s hot cocoa long forgotten.

“I think Virgil’s going to kick my ass.” Remus muttered randomly. “I totally erased his favorite holiday.” He smirked to himself. “Oh well. Let’s go play in the snow!”

Patton laughed and smiled up at him. “Okay! Let’s go!”

Truth be told, Virgil had decided to let Remus live a little longer.

..only for Patton’s sake.

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let-it-show · 2 years

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We Planned a Party and a Big Surprise

It’s 2am and it’s Christmas but here I am posting away! Happy holidays, Merry Christmas, Joyful Yule, wonderful December 25th to you whatever you celebrate! Here Elsa is worried, because sometimes duty calls and pulls her from where she’d rather be, and then what is there when she returns? ~*------*~ A worried sigh left Elsa's lips at the same moment her feet hit the cool, snowy ground just outside the Arendelle castle. Why Anna had told her to arrive before the bridge she had no idea, but her guilt prevented her from asking or protesting. Ultimately as long as she got to see her beloved sister she wasn't going to complain. Her sister had originally expected Elsa's arrival two days prior. Elsa had sent several notes saying she had to delay her visit. Gale relayed them, and after Elsa's prodding she knew her sister was a little upset about it. What could she do, though? Elsa had shifted her life to living full time in Arendelle to be with Anna and her people – but the Northuldra needed help after a terrible snowstorm. Fallen trees and rocks had been shifted by the spirits who were eager to help, but there was much for Elsa to help with regardless as the storm finally pulled away. As such, there she was after the sun was set and the sky was trying to sleep.

“Thank you,” she told Nokk as she pressed her forehead to his. Nokk let out a sound between a rumble and a soft snort, then pulled his head back. He turned around and dove back into the icy water of the fjord without causing so much as a drop to fly out. Elsa never got used to it, awed each time. With care to not step on her cape, she turned back toward the bridge. She had worn the beautiful blue holiday dress her sister surprised her with a few years previously. Elsa had wondered at the time why her sister chose something so deliciously revealing, with her shoulder and chest visible where the fluffy trim really did nothing to hide anything. Last year when Anna brushed aside her hair and kissed her bare shoulder, sucked on her very exposed neck and shoved her hand down the front of the dress, Elsa understood why she chose it. And there was Anna, waiting for her at the start of the bridge, standing in the cold and biting air and snow almost to her knees. Anna too was dressed in her holiday wear, with her hair down and the ends spilling over the blue fabric on her shoulders. On her head she wore a light blue hat Elsa knew to be knitted by Helena and while it didn't look as elegant as the rest of her ensemble, it sure looked warm and soft. Sometimes Elsa couldn't help but wish someone would knit her a winter had, but who did that for the woman that didn't need anything to keep her warm? Elsa hurried up the short slope. “Anna, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to push everything back,” Elsa told her, speaking almost as fast as Anna sometimes did. The way that Anna hadn't run toward her to greet her made her uneasy. Elsa loved the way Anna would run at her and hug her with such force that sometimes she did lose balance and go down. “I know,” Anna finally replied once Elsa was closer. She held her hand out and Elsa took it, kissing the top of it as she drew her sister closer to her. “I'm sorry, I really am,” she managed as she peppered Anna's sweet face with kisses. “I would have rather been here – or any place you are,” she assured her with her voice low and lips next to her ear. Elsa wrapped her arms around her and felt her heart settle down, her entire being settling into place. Anna hugged her back and squeezed her. “I understand, Elsa. We had some of the storm as well and it was frigid! The wind was so terrible...Kristoff has been aiding in fixing homes. All of the ice harvesters have been. I also let many families into the castle to keep warm and have hot drinks.” “Wow...” Elsa stepped back enough to see Anna's face as she took her hand again. “I didn't realize it hit Arendelle like that. Is everyone...okay?” Elsa bit her lip. Maybe she should have remained there after all to care for her people... Anna nodded slowly. She seemed...stiff. Almost distant. “A few injuries, but nothing that couldn't be taken care of with some bandages, rest, and a hot meal.” The pair began to walk across the bridge. Elsa couldn't shake the guilt she felt, building with each step. She had disappointed Anna. She let down a lot of people by dancing off into the forest – even if her help in the north had not been for enjoyment. No satisfaction was felt until the Northuldra felt ready to embark on their yearly migration to other lands, and even then Elsa helped clear some of the way. “I'm sorry you had to ring the Yule Bell without me,” Elsa said suddenly. She couldn't stop thinking of all she had missed in those few days alone. She let Anna down again, just as she had in the past and she felt terrible. Anna shrugged. “It is what it is! Something came up Elsa. You were needed there, and you wouldn't be you if you didn't rush to help. Besides, there wasn't much of a turnout due to what the storm did.” In that moment she sounded much less distant, and completely genuine. Elsa knew that she meant it. That didn't stave off her guilt. She was left not knowing what to say, as she wanted to apologize more but not force Anna to stand there and placate her when Anna deserved to express any hurt she felt. “Yes...but...I really do feel terrible that it took me so long to get here...” “You did miss your own birthday dinner,” Anna mumbled. There was that distance again. “I know you were planning I-I'm sorry...” The word 'sorry' was already beginning to feel old and worthless on her tongue. “Well, the castle had an amazing feast and some of the leftovers were helpful for feeding the extra people who came in for the warmth. It all worked out!” Anna insisted with a smile. There she was feeling genuine again and Elsa was confused. She couldn't tell if Anna was mad, or sad, or happy, or tired, or-whatever! Anna was usually walking with her with a bounce in her step and chatting away, especially when Elsa would have to leave for a day or two. Whenever they would reunite Anna was over the moon and all over Elsa. Maybe once they were in the castle and alone, Anna would be more talkative. For all Elsa knew, Anna was reserving all of her energy until the moment they were on the bed. That wouldn't be a surprise. Still, Elsa felt very anxious. Something felt off but Anna responded as though everything was fine. “Well...do I need to...do anything? Move snow from anyone's home or...?” Elsa felt useless. She missed important events, she let Anna down... They were almost to the courtyard, and Anna stopped them both. “Elsa, no, come on...” She sighed out of exasperation and stepped forward so she could turn and face Elsa. “You don't have to do anything. We've always had snowstorms, even when you were in your room and we never left the castle. I don't know if you made those storms...” Anna blinked as though the idea had occurred to her for the first time. She shook her head. “Well anyway, the kingdom handled snow when we were little, and Mother and Father were here.” She gently palmed Elsa's cheek and Elsa leaned into it. “You're right...” Elsa agreed, her shoulders relaxing when she hadn't even noticed how tense she was. Her entire body loosened like it had when she and Anna hugged. “I know I'm right! And you don't have to worry about it! I don't like to do all this Queen stuff by myself – but I can, Elsa, and I can take care of things without being dependent on your powers, and that's a good thing!” Elsa nodded, not at all bothered by that. Maybe in a way she should have been...but knowing how well Anna could handle herself and Arendelle, Elsa was proud of her. Proud was an understatement – everything her sister did impressed her, and made her love her even more. She captured Anna's hand and kissed her fingers. “I know that, too. I just – well, nevermind.” “You're overthinking it,” Anna stated. Elsa agreed. “I'm overthinking it,” she told her, and started to lean in to capture her lips. When she felt such relief like she did in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to kiss Anna and hold her and dance with her and- A finger was pressed against her lips with the smallest bit of force. “Elsa, wait.” “Huh?” Elsa stared, not comprehending that Anna wasn't into making out right there and then. Anna always wanted to kiss her too. “Not right now.” Anna took her hand and started to pull her along again. That distance again! Elsa stumbled after her, unsure of what was happening. “Anna...Anna, what is going on? You've been acting kind of weird.” “Just...come with me...” Anna insisted, tugging her along into the courtyard proper. Then she stopped. “Come with you where? You're not going anywhere now.” Elsa was so confused she wanted to go eat some chocolate to try and calm down. The feeling of distance was still there, but something else hung in the cold air. She couldn't put her finger on it. Anna paused, staring at her. She giggled and smirked, and raised her arm. “NOW!” she screamed. The courtyard, so clearly seen before her initially, was suddenly white with snowballs. Snowballs of all shapes and sizes came flying at Elsa, pelting against her dress and skin and making her raise her arms in self defense. “What the-hey!” “You always have the upperhand in our snowball fights, and now it's MY turn!” Anna declared, laughing and dancing around and completely dropping any trace of her ironically cold, stuff demeanor from just moments before. “Aaaah!” Elsa shouted as she saw the familiar faces of her people around her. She knew almost all of them by name, and they were smiling as they tossed the snowballs that surprised but didn't hurt her. “Hey, I am your Queen!” she announced loudly as she started to make an ice shield over and around her. “So am I! Keep them coming!” Anna was giggling as she turned and ran from the scene, headed toward the door of the castle. She was leaving her!? Elsa reached out a hand for her, crying out. “Anna! Hey you can't just leave me here Anna!” Her voice was laced with joy, though. A snowball fight! Both sisters loved them, and had certainly started town-wide ones before. Elsa kept things pretty fair – but she wasn't above using her powers for whatever team she was on to have a bit of fun. That meant she wasn't in that moment either, and with come concentration she let the snowballs coming toward her slow down, drawing them to gather around her and her ice shield. More and more came as a pile floated leisurely around her. Elsa grinned mischievously. They had been foolish to launch a surprise attack on her! Once the snowballs stopped and she had amassed so many of them, Elsa flicked her fingers and all the snowballs suddenly shot out from her and back at her jolly assailants. She didn't see every single person who got a chunk of snow to the face but she sure saw some. Elsa found herself absolutely cracking up even as return fire started up and snow pelted her hair. She ran forward to get through the barrage of snow, scooping some as she went and throwing in random directions. Sure – she could summon and shoot shot from her hands, but her throwing arm was good too. Anna would even comment on it when she ran her fingers down her skin. Anna...where was she? As Elsa got closer to the doors, she stopped throwing at the villagers and started building one of her big magic snowballs. She was ready to drop it on Anna's head with wild laughter. Of course, she would make it up to her later with her...other skills. However, when the doors opened, it was not just Anna who exited. As she came out so did Kristoff, Olaf, and Sven – of course they were there! Elsa had been so busy feeling guilty she hadn't even been thinking about the others waiting for her. Sven was hooked up to a little cart of sorts, and Elsa could see it was carrying something large and circular, something light purple and white. She couldn't quite tell, especially as a snowball was hurled into the side of her face. “Oomph!” Elsa stumbled a little but Anna was suddenly there, arms outstretched and catching her. “Halt!” Anna shouted, laughing as she did so. “...And now say the thing!” Then, all their voices together, raised in happiness, the villagers around her spoke. “Happy birthday Queen Elsa!” “Oh...oh!” Elsa was certainly not expecting that. It made her feel good, it made her feel at home. “But my birthday was-” Again, Anna's finger on her lips. “They know. We know. But everyone still wanted to say it to you, and it doesn't matter if it had to be a little late.” Elsa startled as stick hands touched her and did their best to wrap her in a hug. “I would tell you happy birthday even in the summer!” Olaf told her, excited. “I know you would,” Elsa replied with a chuckle and stroked the snowman's head. “Hello, Olaf.” “Happy Yule, too,” said Kristoff as he came closer, stopping a couple of feet away. “Hi Elsa-aah!” “Oh come in here,” Anna said, yanking on his arm and drawing him into the group hug. As Kristoff's arms wrapped around them, Elsa raised an eyebrow. “Thought you were off helping with storm destruction, Kristoff?” she asked. “Anna asked me to come to the castle with everyone else. She said we needed to do something fun, and when she's right, she is really right,” Kristoff said and Elsa knew it was true. “She is,” Elsa agreed and let herself sink into the hug with the people she loved most. It felt warm and welcoming even though she was sure they were cold. As they separated, her suspicion was confirmed – Anna's nose was a bit red, as were the noses of many people around them. “Oh!” Anna suddenly bounced on her feet, and darted behind Sven. “Your cake! I have cake for you – EVERYONE! There's cake! Please drop your snowballs for cake, and soon more hot chocolate! Thank you all so much for coming!” Cheers sounded from the people around them and they started to chatter amongst themselves. Some started to approach the wagon and the group, while Elsa circled around to see her cake. It was huge, circular with Elsa didn't know how many layers. The light colored icing had swirls in it that made her think of snow and magic and was clearly the intention. Purple crystal decorations adorned the top. Elsa was sure they were candy, and while they had yet to cut it, she was also sure it was ice cream cake. “This cake looks amazing,” she told Anna honestly. “Olina and I worked hard on it,” Anna replied, leaning into Elsa. She kissed her lips finally then and though it wasn't terribly long or deep since they were literally standing in front of a crowd, it was enough. Elsa's mind got the final little bit it needed to be totally relaxed and she wrapped an arm around Anna's waist. “Oh Anna, I love you. This is wonderful...you're wonderful, I...love you so much,” she told her, running her fingers through her hair. Anna was so beautiful. Anna blushed and smiled, looking down briefly before her gaze landed on Elsa's face again. “I love you too Elsa. I missed you, but I could never be mad at you for being late. Everything you do makes me so proud of you.” The way Anna's words unknowingly echoed Elsa's thoughts from the bridge made her feel even fonder. “I hope you know...I'm always proud of you too, my Anna...” “I do know,” Anna said softly. She held her gaze a moment longer before she drew in breath. “So! You want cake? You should have some cake, we'll all have some before we get warm. Ice cream cake outside-oops! Ah, I gave it away.” “I sort of knew,” Elsa commented as something else dawned on her and she looked around. “But Anna...I don't see plates and forks. How are we all supposed to eat this?” Anna stared. She stared some more, blinked, and her face finally turned completely red.

“....So maaaaybe I sort of forgot about how we would eat it...”

#Elsanna #fanfic #Elsa #Anna #Arendellians

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the-and-sign-anon · 2 years

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Christmas/Winter Writing Prompts 2022

One Word Prompts

Snow

Lights

Scarf

Snowman

Snowball

Tree

Decorations

Sweater

Bells

Star

Carols

Gloves

Boots

Blanket

Fireplace

Cocoa

Glitter

Dinner

Situations/AUs

I’m recruiting you to help me terrorize your friend because they pelted me with snowballs at the park the other day

We’re in a meeting that I should be paying attention to, but I’m making paper snowflakes instead and you glare at me every time you hear my scissors

I’m trying to buy a last minute gift for a friend, but they’re impossible to shop for, so your little shop is my last hope

I’m shopping for Christmas decorations with my friend, but neither of us can reach the top shelf, so they asked you for help and now I’m nervous because you’re really cute

I was in the middle of a nice dream, but your screaming over the first snow woke me up and now I’m grumpy

I read our kid a book about the things snowmen do at night and now we’re taking a walk at two in the morning to show them the actual snowmen don’t do anything

I brought you hot chocolate without asking and you seem really flustered by it because you didn’t think I’d remember that you like hot chocolate a lot

I moved in next door a few months ago and had no idea how enthusiastic you are about Christmas, but I mentioned I hadn’t decorated, so now you’re knocking on my door with a box full of decorations and are begging me to let you decorate

My family is picking out a tree, but I’m cold so I’m just waiting by the warm doors and you came to stand next to me because you have no desire to hear your siblings argue over the right tree to buy

I work at the local library and I’m trying to put up all the decorations myself, but I fell off the ladder trying to hang up the garland and you caught me

You hate heights, but your friend convinced you to go skiing for the first time and now the ski lift is broken and you’re kind of freaking out, so it’s my job to comfort you

You’re painfully bad at wrapping presents, so I’m going to teach you or just end up wrapping them all myself because you really are terrible at this

This is an ugly sweater party and I was so ready to make fun of you, but you even make that reindeer sweater that plays a carol I hate look cute, so what am I supposed to do now

I shoveled your driveway for you since I was out anyway, then you brought me cookies to thank me and now we’re in some sort of passive aggressive contest of niceness

We’re snowed in at a little airport and we both just want to be alone, so we decide to sit together to keep everyone else away because there are some very determined carolers wandering around and employees who keep trying to check on us

We go to the same college and are trying to get home for the holiday break, but our flights got canceled so we’re road tripping it together; when we finally get there, we realize that the friend you’re visiting is actually my sibling who was plotting to set us up, but their work is already done now

I was signed up to bring brownies to the Christmas party for my office, but I’ve never been a good baker, so you came over and are trying to teach me how

I’ve been making you the same drink at least three times a week for nearly a year despite my efforts to recommend something new, but you ordered something completely different today and now I’m worried about you

My best friend put up mistletoe in every doorway in our apartment, and now they keep ducking back so I get stuck there with you

You’ve been watching cheesy Christmas movies for weeks now, but I had no idea, so I was pleasantly surprised when you caught me watching one and immediately sat down to join me

Dialogue Prompts

“Don’t forget your gloves!”

“Merry Christmas!” “It’s November.” “I said. Merry. Christmas.”

“I can never have enough Christmas decorations.”

“You’re wearing this sweater and you’ll like it.”

“I need more lights.”

“All I want for Christmas is you.” “Don’t quote Mariah Carey at me.”

“I feel like I’m in a Hallmark. Where’s my generic white guy love interest?”

“I don’t really care about Christmas, but you do, so just come to this Christmas party with me please.”

“Do you need some help with those lights?” “No, I don’t. Stop asking me that.”

“If you don’t stop singing, I will walk straight out into the blizzard.”

“You say mistletoe, I say mistlefoe. If you can beat me in hand to hand combat, then we can kiss.”

“You know, I don’t trust you when you say to come outside with your hands behind you like that. If you’re about to throw snow at me, I’m about to lock you outside for the night.”

“Please open the door. It’s cold out here.”

“Deck the halls with boughs of holly-” “I’ll deck your face with my fist if you don’t get out of my apartment.”

“Pass me the aux cord.” “Not if you’re about to play more carols. I can’t hear any more renditions of Sleigh Ride this week.”

“Why is ___ sitting in the corner?” “They got paint all over me when we were making decorations, so they’re in time out.”

“If you hit me with that wrapping paper tube, I’ll be forced to retaliate.”

“There’s no way that tree is fitting in here.” “Oh, I’ll make it fit.”

“I think you have a problem.” “I wouldn’t call making stuffed gnomes for nineteen hours straight a problem.”

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25: MERRY CHRISTMAS

summary: Addie Mallory is just your average economics student when she meets Drew Starkey at her local Target in Atlanta. This is where the story is supposed to end – a short meeting and a picture to go – except Drew accidentally leaves with the wrong phone, and the story begins, instead. w/c: 850 a/n: merry early christmas to those who celebrate! from both myself and the characters xx (also addie responded to all texts, only select are shown to avoid repetition -- remember you don't see everything that canonically happens) read on wattpad previous part | series masterlist

Wes | 6:23 am merry christmas and happy holidays!! Wes | 6:23 am everyone better be resting before The Company fucks us in the ass next year

Winnie | 6:31 am Cheerful as always early in the morning, Wes Winnie | 6:31 am Happy holidays everybody <3

Nadia | 6:46 am Happy holidays! Nadia | 6:46 am My New Years wish is that Wes gets laid and stops talking about getting fucked in the ass Nadia | 6:47 am I’m jealous of everyone who is not in our department

Winnie | 6:52 am Hahaha you guys are losers, I’ve got the best partner Winnie | 6:52 am Marea <3333333

Raiden | 7:02 am Merry christmas and happy holidays and happy free time to everyone whos not religious or whatever you guys are lucky bitches Raiden | 7:02 am Also don’t think wes getting laid will make him less likely to talk about getting fucked in the ass

Wes | 7:05 am true rai xx

Winnie | 7:07 am Nice to see Raiden’s back with the attitude 😍

Raiden | 7:10 am It’s my brand winnie gotta stick to it

Marea | 7:30 am Happy holidays guys, I hope everyone’s having a lovely time off. Can’t wait to see everybody again once we’re back, it feels weird not being at the office all the time

Wes | 7:33 am you guys think we should do another all nighter? Wes | 7:33 am a party but at the office

Me | 7:45 am Happy holidays, Merry Christmas! Me | 7:45 am And Wes no bc that sounds like a disaster waiting to happen

Raiden | 7:48 am Would definitely untwist pattys pants

Winnie | 7:51 am I’m down

Wes | 7:52 am yes!!!!

Marea | 7:52 am Wait you guys are serious?

Wes | 7:53 am do i look like i’m joking?

Me | 7:51 am I think we’re all gonna be too busy catching up with work to party

Winnie | 7:53 am Worry not Addie we can do both <3

Holden | 8:02 am Happy holidays, I see I’m late to the party

Wes | 8:03 am only if you’re late to that one

Marea | 8:04 am I propose a party or a night out but maybe not in the office until our contracts are about to expire

Me | 8:06 am Vouch

Holden | 8:07 am Yeah same

Wes | 8:09 am i swear to god Wes | 8:09 am you guys need some fucking excitement in your life Wes | 8:10 am fine <3

Raiden | 8:15 am Damn i was hoping to piss off patty

Winnie | 8:19 am Honestly Raiden Winnie | 8:20 am You literally do it by existing

Raiden | 8:22 am You know it babe

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Holden | 8:10 am Hey Addie, Merry Christmas to you and your family. I hope you’re having a great time and I can’t wait to see you again!

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Virgin Mary | 9:23 am MY DEAREST ADDISON MALLORY, THE OTHER LOVE OF MY LIFE, YOU BETTER BE HAVING THE CHRISTMAS OF YOUR LIFE. SAY HELLO TO MR AND MRS MALLORY AND THANK THEM FOR HAVING UNPROTECTED SEX 25 YEARS AGO. ALSO YOUR SIBLINGS FOR BEING V SMART AND V CUTE. LOVE YOU LOTS BABE. YOUR BABE XX

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Tom | 9:25 am Merry Christmas Addie. Thanks for helping me out with Marianne. You a real G. x

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Drew | 10:01 am Heard Atlanta’s got snow now, so be ready for learning how to love it once you’re back.

Me | 10:03 am I am now dreading coming back, thank you very much Me | 10:05 am How’s being back home?

Drew | 10:07 am It’s good Drew | 10:07 am Pretty chill honestly but feels good to be away from work and all for a bit Drew | 10:08 am Every time I go home I feel like I’m 16 again 😂

Me | 10:14 am Ah same Me | 10:14 am I love it though, I didn’t even realise how much I missed hanging out with my family

Drew | 10:16 am Yeah me too! Drew | 10:16 am Also, finally got my Mom to stop thinking we’re together!!! 😀 Drew | 10:17 am Showed her that picture you posted of you and Holden

Me | 10:18 am Yeah that had to work lmao

Drew | 10:19 am Well we’re in the clear now 😂

Me | 10:23 am Thank god it was about time 😂 Me | 10:25 am Also my sister asked me to tell you that you’re a really good actor and she enjoys your work and she might ask you for lessons in the future if that’s okay with you

Drew | 10:27 am Liyah wants me to teach her acting? Drew | 10:28 am I am flattered Drew | 10:28 am Tell her that we can have a trial lesson when she’s in Atlanta 😀

Me | 10:30 am Did Me | 10:36 am Great, now she's freaking out 😂

Drew | 10:37 am 🤷‍♂️ Drew | 10:37 am Whoops?

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26: TALK TO ME (coming 30/12)

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Fluffmas Day 9 - with Maurizio Gucci

Day Nine: Caroling

Maurizio Gucci x Reader

WC: 869

CW: Christmas, mentions of marriage, Italian brought to you by Google translate

Twelve Days of Fluffmas Masterlist

The year had come to a close, and you were excited for what 1979 would bring you. The one thing you had known for sure was that you and your now fiancé would be getting married. He had proposed to you only a couple of months ago during a trip to Milan where you had met his family. Now it was a crisp December night, and the Christmas season had fully taken over Manhattan. You had been buzzing around the large apartment you and Maurizio shared while you prepared dinner. Your parents were coming over for dinner, as well as to meet your soon-to-be husband. They were from the west coast and in your short courtship had never gotten the two loves of your life in the same room. Your parents didn’t mind at all - they just wanted you to be happy. Your mother did gush to you over the phone last week, however, about how excited her and your dad were to finally meet their new son-in-law.

Your gentle, sweet man was a different story. He had gotten progressively more tense the closer the dinner got. He didn’t believe that your parents weren’t upset that he hadn’t asked for their permission before asking you to marry him. Though he was only thirty, he was mature beyond his years. He wanted your parents to know that he respected them and cherished the gift that they had made, which was you. “I’m afraid I’ve already started off on the wrong foot with them, Principessa. I just want them to know how serious I am about my love for you and my intentions to care for you”. He was rambling as he set the table, fidgeting with the silverware and rearranging the centerpiece. “My love, please stop worrying. They aren’t those kinds of people -- they know how much you love me and just want to welcome you into our family” you softly spoke as you exited the kitchen with the wine before it found its place on the table. You gave him a sympathetic smile before you wrapped your arms around the back of his head and pulled him down to rest in the crook of your neck. Maurizio exhaled deeply and his warm breath cascaded down your body while his arms found refuge wrapped around you.

You felt the soft kisses to your neck and knew that he was feeling more calm, more collected. He had put on one of his favorite records and stared out the window, watching the snow blanket the city as you finished getting ready. You thought you had heard the door open, but became worried when you heard “Che cazzo?!” yelled loudly from the living room. You hurried out of your shared bedroom before your concerned expression turned into an amused one. Your fiancé had a dumbfounded look on his face as your parents stood in the open doorway, “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” belted at full volume from their jovial mouths. You chuckled as you came up and wrapped an arm around Maurizio, then leaned your head on his shoulder to better enjoy the performance. Once they were finished you ushered them in with laughs, hugs, and introductions. Maurizio took their coats, still a bit shaken from the surprise caroling.

Not being surprised at all, Maurizio and your parents immediately took to each other. You enjoyed dinner mostly because you watched the formation of a very important relationship. Once everyone had finished, the four of you had sat down in the living room with half empty wine glasses and the inability to stop laughing. “Mauri, my love, is caroling in Milan not quite like what you were subjected to this evening?” you got out before you laughed along with everyone at your question. “No, Dolcezza, not quite like that. There’s usually caroling for about a week before Christmas, but it’s usually children and not so, well, performative” he finished with a chuckle, then shot a wink over at your parents. You felt so elated snuggled into Maurizio’s arms on the couch, knowing he was no longer nervous and had once again found his confidence and charm.

Maurizio gave each of your parents a kiss on the cheek to bid them farewell as he saw them out the door before walking hand in hand with you to your bedroom. After you were both dressed in your pajamas and had crawled into bed, you intertwined your legs with his. “Did you like my parents, Bello?” you sleepily mumbled into his wide chest. He loved when you used the Italian he slowly taught you each day and your words made him hold you tighter to his core. “I did indeed. I’d even go caroling with them the American way if they wanted” he chuckled at himself. “Amore Mio, I’m so happy to be able to call you ‘mia moglie’ soon, and for them to also be my parents”. You smiled at his words, having felt the same way. You didn’t care about what his name meant, only that you belonged to each other and were going to make a life together. The caroling you were also sure would be a fond memory for years to come.

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here is my brand new challenge! i’ve known that i was going to do this challenge since i started my summer challenge in july so i am so psyched to be able to finally share it with you guys! i hope that you will enjoy it <3

DISCLAIMER: lots of the prompts in December are to do with Christmas because that is what i celebrate at this time of year. i was very aware of that when i was writing the prompts but i did not think that knew enough about other festivals and holidays at this time to write prompts about them. i did not want any prompts i made to be disrespectful. if you don’t celebrate Christmas, please know that this challenge is still for you! you can either just use the prompts anyway (if they are applicable) or adapt them to fit the festival or holiday that you celebrate. if it is impossible to adapt, then simply tell me about what you celebrate because i am excited to learn about them! [this was edited later because i realised i forgot to add it - thank you to the anon who queried this issue for reminding me <3]

✨ Info ✨

If you do the challenge, use the tag #winter studying challenge so i (and others) can see your posts. I try to reblog as many as possible.

This challenge will run for two months - from the 1st December to the 31st January

There are daily prompts for every day of December and January

But as always I don’t expect everyone to be able to post every day so you can always do catchup posts!

If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask!

✨ Rules ✨

If you want to do the challenge, please reblog this post

If you do it on any other social media platform (ie. Instagram), please give credit. You can find my instagram here - my username is the same as on here @myhoneststudyblr

The challenge will officially start on the 1st December, but if you come across this later, you can definitely start anytime during these two months!

✨ Prompts ✨

1st December - Do you like winter?

2nd December - What is your favourite thing about winter?

3rd December - What is your least favourite thing about winter?

4th December - What is an unpopular opinion that you have about winter?

5th December - Are you usually busy during winter?

6th December - Do you get a break from school/uni/work during winter?

7th December - How do you stay motivated during winter?

8th December - When should people start preparing for, decorating and celebrating Christmas?

9th December - What do you usually do during the holidays?

10th December - What is a cherished family tradition from your childhood?

11th December - What is a favourite family Christmas/holiday memory that has stuck with you through the years? Why?

12th December - Does your family have any odd traditions during the holidays?

13th December - When do you buy your Christmas presents?

14th December - Share a memorable gift-opening moment from your childhood.

15th December - What is the coolest gift you ever gave someone?

16th December - What is your favourite Christmas movie?

17th December - What is your favourite Christmas song/carol?

18th December - What is a Christmas song that makes you cringe?

19th December - What is your favourite holiday food?

20th December - What is your least favourite holiday food?

21st December - What was the most memorable holiday celebration you had at school?

22nd December - Finish this thought, "It wouldn't be Christmas without _____."

23rd December - If you could design your own ugly Christmas sweater, what would it look like?

24th December - What is your Christmas wish?

25th December - Merry Christmas! Tell us about your day!

26th December - What do you do the day after Christmas?

27th December - What was the best moment

28th December - What are you grateful for?

29th December - Christmas or New Years

30th December - What is your best memory from 2020?

31st December - Would you rather stay home or go out on New Year’s Eve?

1st January - Happy New Year! What did you learn in the past year?

2nd January - Have you made any New Years’ Resolutions?

3rd January - What is your aim for 2021?

4th January - What is the most important thing that is going to happen to you this year?

5th January - Would you rather live in a world where it is always winter or always summer?

6th January - What is the weather like during winter in your country?

7th January - Do you like the cold?

8th January - Where is the coldest place you’ve ever been to?

9th January - Name one place you could never live because of the winter weather.

10th January - Have you ever seen snow? When was the last time you saw it?

11th January - Would you rather play in the rain or play in a snowstorm?

12th January - Would you rather have a snowball fight or build a big snowman?

13th January - Would you rather have an entire snow week off from school or an extra week of summer vacation?

14th January - What is your favourite winter outfit?

15th January - Would you rather wear a winter jacket in the summer or a bathing suit in the winter?

16th January - Scarves or sweaters?

17th January - Gloves or mittens?

18th January - Wear mittens forever or a winter hat every single day?

19th January - What outdoor winter activity do you love?

20th January - Do you do any winter sports?

21st January - Stay warm inside or go outside in the cold?

22nd January - Ice skate or rollerblade?

23rd January - Polar bear or penguin?

24th January - Arctic fox or snowy owl?

25th January - What is your favourite winter drink?

26th January - Live in a world without hot chocolate or only be able to drink hot apple cider?

27th January - Have icy blue skin or have a runny nose all the time?

28th January - Play in the snow or play in the sand?

29th January - Go skiing or snowboarding?

30th January - Have a birthday in winter or in summer?

31st January - What was your favourite thing about winter this year?

✨ and that is the challenge! i really hope you will enjoy my challenge and if you have any questions, remember you can always send me an ask! ✨

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Christmas, Cuddles and Cats | Kazuha, Thoma

Warning: none(SFW), probably something I missed

Pairing: Kazuha X Fem!Reader X Thoma

Mia's Notes: This story was written for @astarriscus as a part of @ohmykazuha 's secret Santa 21. I am so glad I could be a part of this event uwu

Merry Christmas Astria! Your secret santa was meeeee!! And yes it was a very wise decision to not post the ask with the link lmao I did not think of that ehe- have a wonderful day sweetie <3

Merry Christmas everyone and Happy Reading!!

WC: 1.3k

“Thoma is taking a lot of time to come back. I wonder what he’s doing.” You thought out loud while hanging ornaments on the branches of your Christmas tree, the needles of it covered in a snow-white garland.

A pair of red wool covered arms wrapped around your torso from behind, swaying you from side to side with the most delicate movements. “I’m sure he has a good reason for being late. Thoma is a very punctual person. If he isn’t here, it must have been a matter of the star colliding.” Kazuha voice, along with the sweet kiss on your cheek, calmed all your worries.

“You’re right. I supposed my concerns are baseless.” You chuckled dryly, turning around in your lover’s embrace to hug him back, pressing your nose into his maple scented sweater. A delicate kiss found its way to your forehead, a kiss laced with pure love and happiness to have you in his embrace. You pulled away and beamed at the plating, blonde, catching sight of his sober smile.

The loud bang of the front door opening, followed by howling winds and the resounding sound of the door slamming shut, grabbed your attention. You and Kazuha shared a puzzled look before walking into the main hallway.

“I’m home!!” A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you heard your second boyfriend’s voice call from the hall. Kazuha chuckled with a shake of his head when the taller blond male poked his head in the doorway of the living room, giving the two of you his charming boyish smile.

Before you could scold him for worrying you, he cleared his throat, finally showing the rest of him, a cardboard box in his arms. “And I brought a friend.” Something rustled in the box, soft whimper like sounds emerging inside the tattered, brown package. Curiously, you walked closer, Kazuha being but a breath behind you, peeking over your shoulder.

When the flap of the cardboard box was lifted, you squeaked in delight and gushed over the shivering kitten curled up in the corner. “Oh, you poor little thing.” You cooed, carefully brushing the rough fur of the kitten’s back, smiling to yourself as the little being reciprocated by shuffling closer to your warmth.

Thoma placed the box on the ground, giving you the chance to pick the delicate cat from its uncomfortable spot and place it on your lap as you sat cross-legged on the floor. “Thoma look! I think it likes me!” You giggled at the kitten digging its nose into the fabric of your sweater.

“How can it not like you. You’re one of the sweetest people on the planet.” Your lover complimented, kneeling to kiss your hairline before making a beeline to the Christmas tree, finishing up with the decorations you had started.

“Where did you find this little one?” Kazuha asked, stroking the cat’s twitching ears. “The poor thing was freezing out the roadside on my way home. And I couldn’t let him spend Christmas alone.” Thoma smiled at the sight, you and Kazuha showering a baby cat with love and attention.

“That was very sweet of you Thoma.” You leaned over to rub your nose against the kitten’s tummy, feeling your heart warm up at him giggle like meows. “Come on, let’s all sit on the couch. We’ll be far more comfortable and warm there.” Kazuha offered to you and Thoma, standing up from where he sat beside you.

Thoma nodded and skipped to the couch, flopping on the side closest to the fireplace. Of course he’d do that, he must have been freezing from his walk back home. Kazuha and you followed suit, you seating yourself between the two males you loved to the ends of the world. Your new kitty friend was perched on your lap, stretching his back and enjoying the emitted heat from the fire.

You wished you could keep playing with the kitten, but it seemed like Kazuha wanted to give some love to the little animal as well, seeing how he very delicately lifted the animal from your lap and placed it on his own, shifting around to find the perfect position.

Your ears and cheeks felt warm when you caught on to why Kazuha was moving around on the couch so much; he was laying his head on your lap and sprawling on the couch, the little cat resting on the shorter boy’s chest and falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. On your other side, Thoma rested his head on your shoulder and his arms circled your waist, strumming against the fluffy wool of your sweater before intertwining with one of your hands. Your other one seeking to untangle Kazuha’s messy locks, dragging your fingertips in his hair.

A warm cuddle session on the couch, with the fireplace cackling and the tree glimmering with the fairy lights. What more could you ask for on a cold Christmas night such as tonight.

“So what shall we name the little one?” Kazuha spoke in a whisper while stroking the cat’s ears, eyes shut as he was enjoying the relaxing movements of your fingers massaging his scalp. You hummed in thought before poking your nose against Thoma’s cheek, the boy having limped against you while enjoying your embrace.

“Y/N should be the one to pick the name.” Thoma murmured, kissing your cheek and brushing his fingers over your knuckles and you gasped in mock betrayal. Kazuha giggled in agreement, chuckling as you hummed loudly to grab your lovers’ attention. During your playfulness, an idea clicked in your head.

You leaned down and brushed Kazuha’s bangs out of his hair, connecting your lips with his forehead in a small kiss. “What if we named the cat Tama?” Kazuha’s eyes sparkled at the happy memories he had with his friend, one who really loved kittens. You remembering such a detail had his heart swelling in the most wonderful ways.

“Tama sounds wonderful. What do you think Thoma?” A cherry red gaze met an emerald green one, both pairs of eyes glittering at the thought of their old friend. Thoma smiled and nodded. “See, my suggestion of letting Y/N pick the name was a good idea.” He huffed in pride.

You laughed at how adorable your boyfriends were being, shifted your body to quickly peck Kazuha’s lips before turning your face to brush your lips against Thoma’s. The two of them sighed in happiness, their cheeks visibly tinting pink in the warm amber glow of the fire.

Thoma’s fingers ran along your chin, tilting you to face him once again so that he could give you a kiss, a kiss enough to express his love for you. His kiss was slow and warm, it felt like the welcoming caress of the winter sun, so soft. The way the sun rays danced along the snow, Thoma’s lips moulded against yours, leading your slow dance. Even though barely a brush of his lips against yours, your heart started thumping wildly in your chest. When you pulled away, the two of you were panting softly, giggling like teenage lovers.

“Merry Christmas Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas Thoma.”

A tug to your sweater made you whirl your head to your other lover, a tiny pout adorning his lips. “Don’t I get a kiss as well?” You laughed at his childishness, dropping your face to kiss his lips. He slanted his head to perfectly capture your lips in between his. His finger brushed your stray hair behind your ear as he kissed you. The kiss of his was one of his most beautiful poems, lips singing haikus of praise against yours. Even when you tried parting to breathe, he chased your mouth, feeling empty without the sensation of your lips being connected. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, seeing his orbs hidden behind his lashes.

“Merry Christmas Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas Kazuha.”

And with the Christmas moon shining high up in the sky, the faint bells ringing in the distance and the silent breaths of sleeping people, you stayed in the embrace of your two favourite boys.

Three, the sleeping kitten now had an equal hold on your heart.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #secret santa 21 #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #thoma #thoma x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin kazuha #genshin thoma #christmas #mia.writes

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charliedawn · 3 years

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How would the slashers celebrate Christmas?

"Rise and shine, pumpkin pie !"

You are woken up with a bucket of cold water that makes you stand up straight in a second. You're gasping for air and wait for your heart to slow down before looking at the one and only Amita Williams.

" Are you crazy ?! What are you doing here Amita ?!"

She only laughs loudly before dragging you out of bed.

" Well..since I haven't heard any news from you in months, I decided to come and check up on you myself. But, honestly darling, what happened ?! And where is that lowlife bastard that you call a boyfriend ?!"

You groan heavily at the mention of H/N before pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

" Gone..We broke up."

At the news, Amita's eyes brighten up and she nearly squeals in delight.

" Wait..Does that mean you're back in the single club ?! Congrats ! I knew you could do it !"

She exaggerates with wrapping her arms around your neck a little too tight. You sigh before affectionately placing your hand upon her arm and chuckling.

" I can't believe that it's been months already..Sorry. I haven't had any time for myself these days..My work and all."

She faces you with a huge grin that makes you wonder what she's planning now..

" Well, considering that your work seems to be more important than your best friend, I've decided to bring the best friend to work ! Surprise ! I'm gonna work at St Louis as a cook !"

Your eyes widen even more as you struggle to find words to match your emotions. You are happy to see Amita of course, but she could be..let's say "eccentric and loud". You can't be sure how the slashers will react when they meet her.

" I don't know Amita..Some of the slashers tend to be very attached to their regime. One wrong ingredient, and you may become the meal itself. Are you sure of yourself ?"

You inquire worriedly and she only dismisses your concern with a wave of her hand.

" Nonsense ! No one can resist my cooking ! That it'd be the common folk or psychopaths ! I'm sure. Plus, I came just at the right time it seems. Christmas is today after all ! And what better way to get acquainted than a merry Christmas dinner !"

You want to protest, but quickly close your mouth when you find the idea not to be so bad. You finally sigh and nod before getting out of the kitchen to get ready.

" Actually..You're right."

She grins in delight at your admission.

" Oh sugar plum, I'm always right."

She winks at you cheekily while raising her drink.

You frown at the alcoholic beverage and sigh again.

" Whiskey ? At 6 am ? Really ?"

She chuckles before taking a sip.

" You know me darling, there's never a bad time for quality.."

At St Louis :

It is a normal day for the slashers that wake up to the sound of merry Christmas carols and the smell of hot cocoa brewing in nearby houses..It is a normal day for everyone, except Michael.

Michael hears his alarm clock and can't help but smash it under his fist. The dreaded day has arrived..He gets up and grinds his teeths together in frustration at the songs being sang outside. He hates Christmas. He hates it as much as he hates the world for enjoying it so much. He remembers the smile of his wife and the laughter of the children running around the table filled with mouth-watering goods..but he also remembers the screams, the terror, death..He especially remembers death. It's even worse when he sees the other slashers playing carelessly in the snow outside and the Christmas decorations in the living room. He wants to rip it all to shreds, to stamp on the Christmas tree and make everyone see his pain..but he doesn't. Even if he did, they wouldn't understand..He walks to the kitchen to drink his morning coffee when he freezes, seeing an unfamiliar face preparing, what appears to be, chocolate pudding. The stranger doesn't seem to notice him at first, but then speaks with her back turned.

" Are you going to stand up here all morning or are you going to come help me ?"

He's so shocked by the bluntness of the woman that he doesn't even think about disobeying her. He steps up and proceeds in cooking the Christmas turkey. Surprisingly, he seems to have remembered all of his Christmas cooking skills as it doesn't really take him much effort to help in the preparation of the meal. You are playing with the slashers outside and finally get back to the living room. You had asked a few of the employees to decorate with you and Amita. However, there is something new. The table is covered by food that looks so tasty that it even makes the two cannibals present drool.

Even Jason seems speechless as his eyes lighten up to the sight of so many colorful decorations and Penny takes a long snif of the food before scrunching his nose at the lack of fresh meat. However, Amita comes out of the kitchen with a full bowl of beef tartar and both Penny and Pennywise jump on it as soon as it is on the table. The other slashers seem to be a bit more reluctant as they stare at Amita with wariness.

" Guys, this is the new cook: Amita. My best friend and the one who gave me the idea for all this."

Even with your explanation, the slashers don't seem reassured. But, they are quickly distracted by Michael that gets out of the kitchen with a pink apron and matching pink oven mitts to boot. They seem to relax and Freddy even cracks a joke.

" Well..If it isn't housewife Michael herself ?!"

To which Michael responds with his middle finger, not bothering to give any more attention to the little devil.

You then notice the mistletoe hanging above Freddy's head and snicker as you see who is next to him.

" Guess what you are standing under, boys ?"

They both look up and Freddy freezes when he recognizes the plant while Pennywise frowns in incomprehension.

" What are you talking about ?"

You only smile mischievously at Freddy that understands and sighs loudly before winking playfully at you.

" After Penny, you want me to get both brothers ? Kinky..I like it."

Pennywise seems to find the answer in Freddy's eyes and gets up just as Freddy wanted to grab his arm.

" Ahahaha ! Not happening."

He steps outside and Freddy follows with a smirk.

" Come here Pennywise ! It was only a matter of time before you finally understood your undying feelings for me !"

Pennywise shrieks in disgust before taking a handful of snow and using it to get away by smudging it all over Freddy's lips.

" I would rather kiss a dying corpse ! Not that it's that much better from your crispy burned a** !"

You whistle and they finally look up at you with widened eyes.

" Okay, boys ! Let's eat. I won't force you to kiss, I promise."

You can't help but giggle as they race to get back inside. When you're all inside, you see Five already digging in a bowl of peanuts.

You sit next to him and Kevin that smiles rather nicely at you..Strange, but not unwelcomed. You take a big breath before proposing.

" How about we start again, Kevin ? I would love for us to be friends."

However, his smile seems to falter as he answers you negatively.

" I'm sorry..but no. I won't let you make me weak.."

You sigh before putting your hand on his shoulder and look at him straight in his eyes.

" Can't you see ? It doesn't make you weak..It makes you stronger."

He smiles bitterly at your words, almost wishful even.

" I wish I could believe you.."

You smile back before insisting.

" And one day, you will..I promise you."

You stare at each other for a few seconds before returning to the feast. You're happy to see Amita even managing small talk with Freddy and Pennywise. However, Penny notices the presents under the Christmas tree and squeals in excitement.

" Gifts !"

He runs towards them and checks if there is one with his name on it. He finally finds it and grins so widely that you wonder for a moment if his jaw is even attached to the rest of his skull anymore. But, you give him a nod of agreement to open the gift. His eyes shine when he opens the box.

" Popcorn ! I love popcorn !"

All of the other slashers sigh in defeat and those who can talk all say.

" We know."

Soon after, all the slashers open their gifts to find their favorite treat in them. Even Five smiles somehow happily as he sees the content of his gift : dark chocolate and coffee truffles. But, they all seem troubled or embarrassed about something.

" We..We didn't bring you anything.."

Brahms points out what all of them are thinking with his eyes cast downwards in shame. But, your reaction surprises them as you laugh lightly.

" That's what you're worried about ?! This day is about you, all of you. It's not about me. It was a last moment thing. I didn't expect you to give me anything. Your presence is enough."

Freddy seems about to burst and finally snaps.

" Fine ! F*ck it ! I'm tired of us being the only ones having a good time ! That's my gift. Take it or slap me, I still have to do it !"

Freddy takes a branch of mistletoe and raises it above both of your heads before kissing you on the cheek. Your eyes widen, but you don't slap Freddy. You only look up at him and smile affectionately.

" Thank you, Freddy.."

Your genuine thanks makes Freddy blush and hide his face in his fedora as he mumbles.

" You're welcome.."

The slashers, inspired by Freddy's gesture, decide to do the same. Soon, it's Michael's turn and to everyone's shock, he gets his mask off to kiss your cheek. When he stands back, he smiles at you and whispers for only you to hear :

" Merry Christmas.."

Maybe, Christmas isn't so bad after all ? Michael thinks before sitting back down.

Bonus : their reaction to the kiss afterwards :

Michael : *blushes intensely while staring into the beyond..*

Five : *sigh* " Why did I do that again ?"

Jason : *smiles happily to himself with some chocolate pudding on his face*

Brahms : * blush intensifies when he truly realizes what he's done* "K..Kiss ?"

Freddy : "Hell nah ! Come here ! I'm ready for a kiss on the lips this time !" *proceeds to chase after you, hanging a mistletoe over his head*

Pennywise : *blushes slightly and turns his gaze away in embarrassment and stays silent*

Penny : *doesn't even realize, just munches happily on his popcorn*

Joker : *smiles before looking at the bag of peppermint candy in his hands* "Sweet girl.." He murmurs to himself.

Kevin : The Beast : *looks at the bowl of blueberry muffins before sniffing it carefully and taking a tentative bite. He moans in delight before devouring his. You had been careful to make one for each personality and he smiles at the thoughtful gesture.* " Clever girl.." He murmurs in a low baritone voice and chuckles darkly before letting the other personalities enjoy their individual muffin.

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 1990 #pennywise 1990 x y/n x pennywise 2017 #pennywise 2017 #pennywise x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #number five x reader #the joker x reader #arthur fleck #kevin wendell crumb x reader

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lancermylove · 4 years

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Christmas Tree (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x Reader, Luke platonic.

Warning: None

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone!

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Prologue:

Diavolo learned that Christmas was your favorite holiday, and you missed celebrating it. The demon brothers weren’t keen on celebrating, but they gave in for the sake of your happiness.

When they finally warmed up to the idea, Diavolo added in, "we will also be holding a Christmas tree contest. Design a tree that reflects your style."

Upon seeing the frowns on their faces, Diavolo chuckled, "did I mention that the winner will be receiving a kiss from (Y/N)?"

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Lucifer

There was no way Lucifer was going to let anyone else kiss you, so he was determined to win the contest.

Despite this, he still couldn't believe he agreed to design a Christmas tree. His head almost started to spin from all the flashbacks from the Celestial Realm.

Remembering the kiss, Lucifer gathered his mind and unpacked the boxes filled with decorations for his tree.

Lucifer chose a matte gold Christmas tree, glass ornaments with intricate gold patterns, and a few ornaments with red patterns to break the monochromatic theme.

Once he finished, he wrapped a large sheer creme-colored ribbon around the tree.

To your delight, your boyfriend won the competition, and you happily kissed him.

"Hey, Luci. I am sorry for putting you through this..."

He chuckled and gently placed a hand on your cheek, "It may have felt like an ordeal, but your smile made it worthwhile."

Forgetting that you were in a public place, the two of you shared a passionate kiss.

Mammon

Kiss. No way in hell was he going to let anyone else kiss you, his one and only.

Mammon went shopping by himself but texted you, asking for help with decorating the tree. When he got back, you were waiting in his room.

"Hey! Look what I found!" Mammon held out a garland with fake money strung to it. "I thought it was real money at first."

While he was busy talking about the garland and his shopping experience, you looked around confused. "Mammon, where are your tree and your ornaments?"

"Huh?" A sudden realization dawned on him. He had forgotten the most important part. "Oh..."

"You forgot?! Mammon, the competition is in a few hours."

A few hours later, Mammon appeared in the competition - dressed as a Christmas tree with the fake money garland wrapped around him.

Your boyfriend was upset when the winner was announced.

"Mammon, you know...you make a cute Christmas tree." You planted a kiss on his lips, making him blush.

Beel

Beel smiled at the thought of getting a kiss from you.

You were helping him decorate, and when you unpacked the ornaments, you couldn't help but laugh. Pizza, burger, fries, candies, fruits - of course, he would choose food-related ornaments.

On top of that, Beel picked out an orange color Christmas tree with clear lights. "Look, (Y/N), the tree matches my hair!"

After you two finished, the tree ended up looking more like a Halloween tree than a Christmas tree.

Once the competition started, you went to check on Beel's tree one last time but were shocked. "Beel! Where did all the ornaments go?"

Your boyfriend touched his stomach. "They looked so delicious, so I ate them."

Even though he did win, you got up on your toes and kissed him. "You're too adorable....I love you, Beel."

A red tint appeared on his cheeks, followed by a cute smile on his lips.

Belphie

There was no way Belphie was going to let anyone else kiss you because you were HIS. He was determined to win.

But that determination only lasted a few minutes. When Belphie got back from shopping, he immediately went to sleep, leaving you with a plain green tree and a box of assorted solid-colored ornaments.

You tried to wake him, but he mumbled, "I am too tired...let me sleep."

Even though you tried your best to decorate the tree, Belphie didn't win, causing him to get very upset.

You approached your boyfriend and held a mistletoe above his head. "Belphie, looks like we are going to have to kiss...tradition and all."

Belphie had never been happier in his life.

Asmo

Though Asmo knew he could get a kiss from you any time, he still didn't want to miss an opportunity.

Asmo wanted to find an extraordinary tree - a tree that was just like him. So, he deviated from the typical Christmas tree and chose a pink mannequin tree.

The upper part of the mannequin had a fur shawl wrap held together by a silver brooch. The bottom half of the mannequin was a baby pink Christmas tree in the shape of a long A-line skirt. At the start of the "skirt" was a beautifully tied white sating bow.*

Clear led string lights were wrapped around the "skirt", and Asmo hung a selected pink and silver ornaments.

On the day of the competition, the Avatar of Lust dressed to match his tree.

When he was picked as the winner, Asmo graciously took the kiss but also planted a few more kisses, making his brothers jealous.

Satan

Just the thought of you kissing someone was enough to make him want to destroy everything.

Satan spent a few hours trying to find the perfect Christmas tree, but nothing satisfied him.

As he sat in his room and stared at his walls, he got an idea.

When Satan revealed his tree on the day of the competition, everyone was stunned. Instead of picking a traditional tree, he stacked his books in the form of a Christmas tree and wrapped a clear light garland around it.

Not only did he get the most creative award, he even received a loving kiss from you.

Devildom was saved from Satan's wrath.

Levi

Levi's cheeks turned bright red at the thought of kissing you.

He knew the exact tree he was going to choose and the decorations he was going to purchase.

Despite this, Levi ended up ordering everything on Akuzon a few hours before the competition started. All his games were hosting Christmas events, and the poor gamer was too busy jumping event-to-event.

He had to drag his exhausted body to the competition.

When the other demons saw his traditional green tree with Ruri-chan ornaments, they passed comments like you should've put a little more effort, what is this mess, of course he would choose Ruri-chan...

Levi was upset and wanted to return to his room asap, but you stopped him.

"Levi, I know your games are important to you, but you still took the time to make a tree for the competition. Thank you." You cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

Levi was too shocked to do or say anything; he just stared at you with wide eyes and red cheeks. Only one thought repeated in his mind. 'She kissed me? She kissed me...SHE KISSED ME!'

Diavolo

Diavolo was almost tempted to announce that no matter who wins, he will be the one getting the kiss in the end. Not that anyone would dare to kiss the Demon King's beloved...unless they had a death wish.

He chose a crimson Christmas tree with black ornaments and a gold ribbon garland. His tree matched the colors of his demon form.

You were surprised to see his unnecessarily tall tree. It truly suited him perfectly.

As expected, the Demon King won the competition, but you smelled something fishy, so you asked him, "Diav, did you really decorate the tree?"

"Uh...well," he had no choice but to come clean, "I was overloaded with paperwork, so Barbatos decorated the tree in my stead."

"Hm, then according to the competition rules, shouldn't I kiss Barbatos?"

Diavolo was shocked to hear you say that and pulled you into a nearly bone-crushing embrace, burying his face in your neck. "NO! It's not that I didn't want to decorate the tree. I didn't have time. The kiss is mine and mine only!"

Barbatos

Hearing that the winner will get a kiss made Barbatos wish that he had time to compete. Unfortunately, he was too busy preparing for the party and competition.

Even though he wasn't able to participate, he decorated the main tree in the castle. The 200 feet tall Christmas tree that Diavolo forced him to get. At least, it wasn't 300 feet tall.

He decorated the green tree with a gold garland, silver, black, white solid-colored ornaments, snow-covered pine cones, snowflake ornaments, and a warm yellow string light garland.

When you were at the party, you heard some demons talking about the tree. Sneaking out, you went to the kitchen to find your drained boyfriend baking sweet delights.

You gave him a back hug. "Barb, the tree in the castle looks amazing! You have and are working the hardest...thank you for that."

Without warning, you gave him a deep kiss.

Barbatos didn't show it, but he was tired. Your kiss gave him the energy he needed.

Simeon

Simeon was too excited to decorate a Christmas tree that he missed the part about getting a kiss from you.

He chose a traditional green tree, a fuzzy white garland, white and silver ornaments of all sizes/shapes - snowmen, orbs, snowflakes - and a silver star on top.

The angel even added a white faux fur rug under the tree with gifts.

During the competition, he announced that the gifts are real, and they are for all his friends in Devildom.

Simeon was declared the winner for his generosity and received a kiss from you, much to his surprise.

In return, he placed a hand on your head and gave you his blessings, "I hope you are always prosperous and healthy. I pray that your beautiful smile never vanishes from your lovely face."

Luke

Luke was the most enthusiastic about the competition.

He selected a white snow-covered Christmas tree, white ornaments, white garland, a white star, white everything.

On the day of the competition, all the demons hissed when they saw his tree.

Luke seemed beyond happy, especially after the reactions he got.

You wondered if Luke chose a white theme on purpose to irk the demons.

Solomon

Solomon smirked at the thought of getting a kiss from you in front of the demons.

The sorcerer decided to have a little fun with his tree. He picked a traditional green tree, but in place of ornaments, he hung charms, spells, and talismans.

When you looked at his tree during the competition, you asked, "Solomon...are those real?"

He laughed, "Yeah, they are real. I was too busy to go out shopping for ornaments."

"So, what do these spells do?"

"Why don't you pick one and see for yourself?" Solomon teased.

To his astonishment, you reached for the charm closest to you, but before you could touch it, Solomon grabbed your hand and pulled you into a hug.

"Impressive that you are willing to take the risk. Do you trust me that much?"

Before you could answer, he sealed your lips with a playful kiss.

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* if you’re curious about Asmo’s tree, look up “pink mannequin christmas tree”

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klynn-stormz · 3 years

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Christmas Cheer - CS Secret Santa 2021

Merry Christmas @gloriousfemaleworrier!! I am your Secret Santa! I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you this past month. I hope you enjoy this present, it turned out a little differently than I was expecting it to be, but it’s a fun fluffy Christmas story. @cssecretsanta2020

AO3

Christmas Cheer:

When Emma had invited him to decorate for Christmas earlier in the month, he’d been ecstatic. Progress with her had been slow, but he wasn’t planning on giving up anytime soon. Killian had been through too much with her to give up. He knew now he’d wait a lifetime for her. Afterall, what was one lifetime when he’d lived so many over. Decorating had gone well. David had even joked with him a few times. He felt better knowing he was making progress there. Though Snow still seemed more aloof with him, he could tell he was softening her up. Henry had been, by far, the quickest to accept him. Perhaps it was because he’d been practicing sword fighting, or maybe it was the way he saw Killian cared for Emma, but he was more than willing to have the pirate around more often.

After helping decorate, Killian had gone to the library to research everything he could about Christmas. It wasn’t dissimilar to the winter solstice celebrations he had seen a time or two during his travels. The main component of the holiday that he’d found was gift giving. He’d begun compiling a list of items right away, and enlisted Ruby to help him shop. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to find much of what he was looking for, so he decided to make it instead. It had taken him a day or two to gather all the items needed. Then countless hours making each one. He’d been working nearly day and night for weeks to finish the presents in time, which meant less time with Emma. She had been concerned at first, till he’d assured her everything was all right and it would make sense soon. Finally the night was here and all of the presents were done. He packed them up carefully in a bag and headed to the Charming’s loft.

…

The tree was lit with the beautiful lights and ornaments Killian had helped hang earlier that month. He hadn’t set foot in the loft since the day they’d decorated, and the effect of seeing everything after a few weeks was spectacular. There were garlands hung on the walls with festive ornaments and stuffed cardinals along them. Across the stand that held the television was piles of wool made to look like snow, sitting on them were miniature houses covered with more Christmas decorations. It was warm, almost uncomfortably so, and bright. Killian was sure he’d never been in a place that felt so cozy and safe. Emma brought him a hot chocolate from the counter and showed him where to sit. Her soft smile at him reminded him of their kiss earlier that week. He could still feel the softness of her lips and curve of her smile, and longed for it again. Everyone gathered on the couches, laughter and jokes were thrown around as Henry handed everyone a small stocking filled with small wrapped presents. Baby Neal was asleep in the other room, having been worn out from all the excitement.

“On the count of three, everyone open only you’re stocking presents.” Henry declared, dumping his small pile on the floor in front of him. “One, two, three!”

As they all began to tear into them, Killian was concentrating on using his hook to unwrap the first item without damaging whatever was inside. The first gift was a thin black pencil. His brow creased as he studied it.

“It’s eyeliner.” Emma leaned over to whisper to him. “Mary Margret thought it might be easier, less messy, than using the kohl you have.”

He was touched at the thoughtfulness of such a small gift. Henry was whooping over toy cars and candy, while Emma had perfume and gum in hers. He also received some candy, though not any that Emma had made him try so far. He found most of the candy in this land too sweet, but he was looking forward to trying some, hopefully with Emma.

“Now for the real presents!” Henry rushed over to the tree and began handing out the gifts.

Killian was surprised to receive a gift from each of the other four. He hadn’t been expecting to receive any, except perhaps Emma. He wondered what they could be, eager to open them and find out. Henry was practically bouncing off the walls as he outlined his plan for them to open the presents. One at a time, they would go around the room and choose one present to open.

“Grandpa’s first.” Henry decided.

David chose the small package from Henry first. It was a mug with the words, “Keep Calm and Grandpa will Fix it”. He was beaming with pride as he set it down, and thanked Henry with a hug. Mary Margaret also chose Henry’s present, it seemed they would be opening a gift from the same person each round. She received a vase with hers and the dwarfs cartoon versions of themselves printed around it. Delighted, she got up and quickly put some of the flowered decorations in the home in it and set it on the table. Henry’s gift to Emma was a beautiful Swan Bowl engraved with “Love you Mom”. Her eyes misted and she gave Henry a big hug. Killian opened his to find a beautiful painting of a ship at sea, sailing through a harsh storm while a ray of light broke through the dark clouds to shine on the ship. He thought of his Jolly wistfully, holding the painting close.

He wasn’t sure if they’d planned it this way, but they were on the last round and only Killian’s presents were left to open. His last present was from Emma. He’d gotten a leather jacket from David and a small dagger from Mary Margaret. He opened the present carefully and found a simple note that said “tomorrow 2pm at the docks”, with a picture of a ship. He looked up at her confused, she seemed nervous and quickly explained.

“I made a deal with Leroy after his last call. He’s agreed to lend you his ship anytime you want. I thought tomorrow we could go for a quick sail. The weather probably won’t be the best but…” She trailed off, watching him carefully.

His throat closed and he reached to grasp her hand. “Thank you Swan.” His voice was rough with emotion, he’d never wanted to kiss her more than that moment, but with a room full of people, he’d have to resist.

David broke the moment by declaring it was his turn. He turned the long package from Killian over carefully, studying it and feeling it’s weight. When he opened it, surprise lit his eyes. He pulled the leather sheath from the box and held it up for everyone to see. The pattern in the leather was delicate and strong, twisting vines wrapped around a castle, through trees and met at the bottom. He quickly got up to grab his sword and test the sheath. He raised impressed and slightly awed eyes to Killian and thanked him.

“Look who’s awake to open his presents!” Mary Margret brought the baby out of the room and sat of the floor next to Henry. She grabbed Killian’s present for Neal and opened it. Inside was a small wooden boat, clearly hand carved and very well done.

“Did you make this?” She asked surprised.

“Aye.” Killian nodded. “All that I read suggested hand made presents would be acceptable if nothing could be found to buy.”

“It’s beautiful.” Emma commented, leaning closer to look at the boat.

“He’ll love it. As soon as he’s able to play with toys better.” Mary Margret set the boat aside and grabber her present.

Inside she found a hand made bow and a set of 5 arrows. The bow was carved with the same pattern that David had on his new sheath. It was beautifully made and she could tell from the feel that it would suite her perfectly.

Henry quickly ripped through his present. When he pulled out a very real sword, Emma’s brows creased in concern.

“He’s too young to have a real sword.” Killian had been expecting that and was ready with an answer.

“Aye, he is. But he’ll be practicing with David and I and be ready before you know it.” He turned to Henry. “It was your father’s sword when he was on my ship. I thought it right you have it. It’s one of the few things I took from my ship.”

Henry’s eyes filled, he didn’t have anything from his dad. Nothing to remember him by. It was easy to forget, with how young Killian looked, that his father had spent time aboard the Jolly Roger when he was Henry’s age. Now he had something that he could feel, something to remind him and help him remember him. A glint caught his eye from the box and he pulled out the other present that lay there. It was a compass. Though it was old, the brass glinted like new. He turned it over in the palm of his hand, fascinated by it.

“You’ll need something to guide your way when you’re on your own adventures.” Killian explained. Then startled as the young boy threw himself at him. Killian caught him and held tight while Henry whispered words of thanks into his vest. A glance at Emma revealed her soft smile, his heart thumped once and he hugged Henry a moment more before releasing him. This Christmas was turning out to be a perfect one.

“Guess it’s my turn.” Emma said, pickup up her box.

She ripped at the wrapping paper and tore open the box. She pulled out a large snow globe and stared. Everyone leaned forward to study the globe. Inside, seemingly floating through a light dusting of glitter, small objects spun around the glass. Each object was hand carved and painted. A small storybook, like the one henry had. A miniature replica of Storybrook. A ship that must have been the Jolly Roger. Her parents castle. In the middle of the globe, standing tall a proud, was a beanstalk, and on top of that beanstalk was a carved swan. Its neck bowed towards the bottom in an almost defiant stance. Emma finally looked up at Killian.

“How did you do this?” She asked, holding the globe against her chest.

“It wasn’t too difficult. Ruby was able to help me find all the supplies I needed.” His hand reached to scratch at his ear in embarrassment. “I just carved the figured and placed them in the globe. Tink was able to nick some fairy dust to help them float, that’s what the glitter is.

Emma looked back down at the globe, then back to him. Carefully, she handed the globe to Mary Margaret to hold, then stood up. Unsure, Killian stood up as well.

“If I’ve overstepped…” He began.

“Shut up Killian.” Emma interrupted. Then quickly grabbed his jacket and pulled him to her.

The kiss was sweet and long. The room fell away and it was only them. Emma’s arms wrapped around him as he grabbed her waist and kissed her back with everything he had. He put every emotion of love and happiness he could into it. Determined to show her just how much he cared about her in that one kiss. He wasn’t sure it worked until she pulled away and beamed at him. Maybe she wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but the love that shined in her eyes as she stared at him told him everything he needed to know. He would always fight for his Swan, she was worth everything to him. And in the Christmas lights and surrounded by a new kind of family, he knew he’d never fit anywhere more than here in his life.

#Captain Swan #gloriousfemaleworrier #csss2021 #klynn-stormz #christmas fluff

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Merry Christmas

A/N:- I wanna thank @exolssecretsanta for again providing the platform to exchange such lovely digital gifts online for the Christmas especially how the pandemic has affected everyone. This would be a sweet way to make everyone feel a bit better for the festival...

My dear @cosmiclatte28 I hope that you will like it... It was a bit rushed due to some family engagement 🥲 but I hope you will like it :)

Pairing:- Baekhyun x reader

Genre:- Slice of Life, fluff...

"Christmas is just a week away!!!! I am so excited, ah!" Jia squealed in happiness while you gave her a soft smile. Christmas was just a week away, you can understand the reason of happiness for her, the others out there but somehow you couldn't help but be sad..

Most of the people out there might be happy, sharing some time with loved ones, going out etc but you couldn't. Why, you ask? because first of all, your family lives far off in a different country. Second of all, you don't have your Baekhyun by your side. Where is he?

Well sadly, the poor boy had to go for his enlistment duty and the post he is under in.. it's really difficult to get a few holidays unless it's pretty severe, the location where he is posted is too has bad network. So, it's pretty much difficult to talk to him and if you are able to exchange a letter or so in the midst of such busy schedules and chaos is a blessing, you would really thank up the heavens for it irrespective you belive in them or not.

Letting a deep sigh out, you quickly finished your lunch and went back to work soon. By the time you finished up the day's work, the time on your watch showed that it's just 7 in evening like how much longer does it used to get in the other days.

Quickly packing your bag, you headed out only to meet slight snow fall started showering, making the once colourful area go all white and little children squealing and screaming.

On the way to your shared apartment, yous stopped at your favourite coffee shop. The shop was known for its sweet and kind owner and also for the boy who stole your heart here. Yes, you are right..

This is the place where you first met Baekhyun while you had come to pick a few drinks and cookies for your mates. The shy yet mischievous boy of final year in university wearing a light brown berrett and apron as a part of uniform , whose laughs and corny jokes were the centre of attraction had caught your eye, that's what you believed while Baekhyun knew the other side...

He had a crush on you before you had on him because of certain situations which when explained would require a whole two volumes. Through, daily meets during the orders he slipped his name and number along with your drink...

Now, 2 years later you both are madly in love with each other just like the first day.

On the day of Christmas Eve....

The whole week went by in a snap with alot of work load, presentations, household chores, cleaning the house and slightly decorating it and also to make some cookies, cakes.

For the past two years on the Christmas Eve, you and Baekhyun used to act as secret Santa's and give gifts to the poor and homeless people, small kids and then in orphanages. What day it was... Truly amazing... You smiled at the memories along with slight tears came in. You think people will call you dramatic but you can't help it. You miss him too much and also that the post he is stationed is quite dangerous if not too much. You can't make it yourself to stop from worrying about him.

A small ding made you realise that the ginger breads and muffins are ready to be decorated. Slowly, taking them out from the oven the aroma filled the whole house. By the time you finished with everything, packing the snacks for the kids and people. It was almost quarter to 11 and a tired yawn made its way.

Not having enough energy to clean up the mess, you did the major cleaning by removing the wrappers, flour packets, littered packets of sprinklers before going to sleep.

As soon as you were going in your room. A sharp knock followed by a doorbell ring took place scaring the shit out of you as you didn't expect anyone at this point and obviously this time.

A small delivery from the Amazon voice made you calm because these days the delivery time has raised up to 11:30 pm and also that you remembered your family saying that they have sent a parcel for you.

Once, you opened the door you met with silence. No one was there not even a soul. "Maybe, some kids are pranking" you thought and was about to go back when again the doorbell rang accelerating your heart beat. Taking the nearby object which happened to be a spray sanitizer, you opened the door only to meet silence but now a carton box was kept with a small note saying sorry as the delivery person had to rush down.

As you tried to pick the carton it was too heavy nearly breaking your back. So, you had no option to push and kick the box inside the house and just about to you were closing the door..

"SURPRISE!!!" A loud scream was heard following shortly making both the adults scream again in unison.

"Baekhyun, what the fuck?" You saaid while calming your heart down. "What do you mean by Baekhyun, what the fuck? Don't you like it?" He countered back.

"Babe, it's not about what do you mean... It means that you screams like a Maniac!" You retorted making him scoff.

"So, this surprise was a waste then ?" He said sadly making you sad and teary. "Are you crazy, of course it's the best surprise and not a waste but I wasn't expecting someone to say Surprise at this late... I missed you" you started sniffling.

"Hey, hey.. Its okay. Come here angel. I didn't want to make you cry. I just got my holiday sanction. So, I rushed all the way to here. I missed you so much"

He came to you and hugged you tightly. You both were in that position till the ting on the clock signalled that it's midnight.

"Merry Christmas babe" "Merry Christmas angel" he gently kissed your forehead.

It was the best Merry Christmas gift for you.

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A Favor: Part Fourteen

Nessian Modern AU

Masterlist

a/n: my quickest AND longest update to date?? who am i??

merry christmas for real this time. thank you sm for reading i never voice my appreciation for yall but it’s there i swear

tw: abuse mention

***

Cassian’s plan to grab his stuff and get the hell back home is intercepted by Feyre, who pulls him aside and proceeds to spill everything about her fight with Nesta to him.

His heart hurts for Feyre—he of all people knows what it’s like to feel unwanted by your biological family. But what did she really think would happen? Their entire friend group is about placing chosen bonds over blood bonds. Feyre can’t be that offended if Nesta prefers the company of her friends over her little sisters. And trying to talk to Nesta about her therapy? Jesus.

But Cassian has a feeling it’ll take both Feyre and Elain a long spelling out of things before they can begin to understand Nesta the way he does, and he doesn’t have time for that right now. He’s too distracted to even provide the comfort Feyre came to him for.

Somehow, he makes up an excuse and detaches himself from the conversation, leaving to find his coat and keys. Azriel spies him on the way to the door and gives him a look.

“Not a fucking word,” Cassian growls as he passes. Everyone else is engrossed in a game of poker and getting progressively more drunk. Feyre now sits on Rhys’s lap, once again content. Azriel only smirks but shakes his head, letting Cassian slip out of the penthouse unnoticed.

He takes the long way home, needing the night air and flashing headlights to clear his head. Once he gets off the freeway leading to town, though, he picks up his phone and calls Nesta.

She doesn’t pick up.

On the fourth call that goes unanswered, Cassian gives up. Fine. She doesn’t want to talk to him tonight. But still he finds himself driving past her neighborhood, once, twice, as if he’s listless without being able to talk to her. He has too many feelings he needs to get off his chest, and she’s the first person he always goes to for those things.

Try to consider her feelings.

It’s that thought that forces him to turn around and drive back to the cabin. They’ll both feel better in the morning, anyway. He can find her and talk as soon as the day starts.

It’s past midnight when he finally pulls up to the driveway, and still he’s disappointed to not see Nesta’s car there. Still he’s disappointed to enter an empty cabin.

The Christmas tree they decorated together sits unlit in the corner of the living room, their presents untouched under the fir leaves. Without turning the lights on, Cassian trudges upstairs and heads straight to bed.

Any sleep he finds is short and restless. His eyes shut sometime around three in the morning, and when they next open, early dawn light is streaming in through the windows. Snow flurries gently against the glass.

Giving up on the prospect of genuine rest, Cassian accepts that he’ll have to seek out Nesta with dark circles and a half-functioning brain today.

He already has a list in his mind as he heads downstairs: get coffee and breakfast for Nesta, get dressed, be at her door by the time she wakes at nine.

Then he reaches the foot of the stairs, and realizes none of that is necessary.

Straight out of his dreams, Nesta is sitting cross-legged on the ground before the coffee table, inspecting a puzzle piece in the cutest sweater he’s ever seen.

Cassian freezes with his hand on the banister, wondering if he’s still asleep. He watches her bite her lip intently, trying to fit the puzzle piece into a corner of the puzzle. It doesn’t fit.

“Fuck,” she swears softly, tossing the piece aside. Cassian clears his throat.

Nesta’s head shoots up, her focus broken. “You’re awake.”

“You’re in my house,” he says dumbly.

“That’s what the key you gave me is for, isn’t it?”

Hesitantly, like he’s approaching a wounded bear, Cassian walks farther into the living room. “Are you—I mean, are we…?”

“Use your words, baby.”

He breathes a sigh of relief. She doesn’t seem upset. There’s so much he wants to ask her: did she sleep well? Where did she get her Christmas sweater from, and does it mean she’s secretly been a fan of Christmas all along? Does she want hot chocolate or coffee with her breakfast?

“How was your night?” he settles on. He moves to sit across from her at the coffee table.

“Find where this goes,” Nesta demands, handing him a new puzzle piece and pointing to their nearly finished puzzle.

Cassian obeys, and Nesta talks while he works. “I was pretty pissed when I got home last night,” she says. “I wanted to tell you all about this stupid fight I had with my boyfriend, and how I knew he was right but I was still furious at him, until I remembered that you were my boyfriend, and I didn’t want to see you.”

Cassian pretends to focus on the puzzle, letting Nesta get her words out.

“So Gwyn called to say thank you for her present—you were right, by the way, she loves it—and then we ended up talking the whole night, and I told her everything about my sisters and,” she waves a hand, “the other shit.

“And at one point I realized that I was telling her the stuff I needed to be telling you. So I came here as soon as I hung up with Gwyn.”

Cassian looks up. “When was that?”

Nesta shrugs. “Five in the morning?”

“Nesta,” he scolds. “You’ll fuck up your sleep cycle.”

“Will you let me get to my point, damn it?”

Cassian shuts up and sits back.

Nesta is staring down at the puzzle, fiddling with her fingernails. Carefully selecting her next words like an attorney would. “I wanted to apologize for—the things I said last night. I was projecting my insecurities onto you, and I’m sure you already know it, but that doesn’t make it okay.” She looks up, face serious. “My sisters and I bring out the worst in each other. We always have. But I let that affect how I treated you when you had nothing to do with it.”

“But you were right.” Cassian can’t stay quiet anymore. “I mean, a lot of what you said was wrong, but at the heart of your point you were right.” It took Cassian all night to sift through what Nesta had said, to separate the truth from the meaningless words of hurt. He finally sees it now.

“I should have watched out for you last night, even if I couldn’t claim you as my girlfriend. I know how you are in new environments with new people and I left you to the wolves.” The wolves are his most trusted friends, sure, but they aren’t Nesta’s. And he was an idiot to forget it.

Nesta fixes another puzzle piece into place, and for the first time this morning, true regret passes over her face. “I didn’t enjoy hurting you. I hated every second of it while I was doing it. So as long as you know I didn’t mean any of it, I’ll be fine.”

We were good distractions for each other in your lonely little cabin, but deep down you know we wouldn’t last a day in the real world.

You were sad and desperate for acknowledgement when we first met, and you’re the same way now.

Cassian nods once. “I know,” he says softly. “You could never lie to me.” Even if some of her words had struck a little truer than they should have. Cassian realizes bitterly it’s because her insecurities are the same as his.

“So are you going to tell me about what the real problem was yesterday?” He dares to broach the elephant in the room.

Nesta stiffens, refocusing on the puzzle to avoid his gaze. “I already told you,” she says. “My sisters and I bring out the worst in each other.”

“There’s more to it than that, though.” When Nesta doesn’t respond, he adds, “Feyre told me her side of the story. It probably wasn’t all of it, but if it makes you feel better, I agreed with you.”

Nesta snorts derisively. “She was being unreasonable, but I made it worse. You know that, don’t you?” She raises a brow. “You know how I am.”

Cassian remembers their screaming match from the time he tried to get her a doctor’s appointment, and oddly enough, smiles. “I know you hate it,” he says, “and I know it’s frustrating as hell, but people stop taking your arguments seriously when you start flinging insults. It probably isn’t fair, but you’ve been in a courtroom. You know how it works.”

Nesta grimaces. “Believe me, the future lawyer in me is not proud of how I held up in last night’s fight.”

“Right there.” Cassian slides a section of green pieces over to himself and fits them into place, completing the rolling hills of the landscape scene. There’s only a handful of pieces left, all in the sky area. He waits for Nesta to be ready to speak.

After several moments of working in silence, she says, “My sisters have never really accepted me the way I am. I used to think Elain did back when we were kids, but then I stopped prioritizing her and she stopped understanding.”

Cassian knows Elain is pissed that her once-closest sister no longer cares to talk to her. But what he wants to know is why Nesta stopped answering her calls. Why she pulled away and went into isolation, and wouldn’t come out for anyone until a few short months ago.

Nesta clears her throat. “I was not a well-adjusted kid. I’m not a well-adjusted adult, either, but—I was even worse in my youth. I had a deadbeat dad, who I hated while my sisters adored him. I hated the life we had to live because of him, and I let that hate seep everywhere. Into everything and everyone else.” She blows out a breath and shakes her head. “There was no place closer to hell than that fucking one-bedroom apartment. I hated the person I was in that place—like I had no control over my emotions, my tantrums, my entire self. I was stuck in this childlike state of rage and I couldn’t move on, couldn’t grow up.

“No one could figure out what was wrong with me, so I had to take care of my issues myself. I read more books, I went out more often, I always had headphones in—I learned how to escape. I learned how to limit the destruction. Once I did that, I could care for Elain more openly. I could have civil conversations with Feyre, too. That’s where we went wrong, I think. I gave Feyre hope that I could be a better person, and once she latched onto it, she refused to let go.” Nesta picks at the sleeves of her knit sweater. “She never understood that I was cold and removed just because I was. She always had this belief that deep down, I secretly had a heart of gold and a shit ton of love to give. I never bothered telling her she was wrong, so her expectations of me grew. And so did Elain’s. And then I graduated high school.” She shrugs.

Cassian frowns. “That’s when you left your family and moved here?”

She nods. “The distance helped. For a short time, I thought I was free. No responsibilities or people to answer to. But then I met Tomas—my ex—and Feyre and Elain followed me to Colorado not long after my dad died. And even then I stayed optimistic, because most people would be lucky to have their sisters and boyfriend all in the same place. I thought I could finally have all the relationships a normal person my age was supposed to have if I just put in the effort.” She meets Cassian’s eyes. “I never told you much about Tomas, did I?”

His stomach sinks, but he shakes his head.

“It was not a fun first love. But the only reason I didn’t tell you about it earlier was because I didn’t know how to describe it myself.” She rubs her palms down her thighs, but it isn’t enough to hide their tremble.

“I know what to call it now,” Nesta says. “It was abusive.”

Cassian says nothing. He can’t. But his hands curl into hard fists under the coffee table.

“Lana made me work up to using that word.” She rolls her eyes, like the whole thing annoys and embarrasses her. “He was abusive: physically, verbally, emotionally. I’m not going to go into the details or anything, but it’s what was happening to me during those college years that my sisters needed me to be there for them.”

Cassian would never in a thousand years ask Nesta for information she isn’t ready to give, but in that moment he’s overwhelmed with the need to know everything—every little thing that’s ever been done to her, so he can draw up a list and exact calculated revenge for all of it. His voice is rough against the lump in his throat, out of fury or despair he doesn’t know. “Nesta…”

“I promise I’m almost done.” She holds up a hand.

Take your time. Tell me everything.

“This isn’t about him,” Nesta says. “This is about my sisters. Because even if I hadn’t been stupid enough to let that man waste almost four years of my life, I would have ended up in the same place with Feyre and Elain. They’d still be disappointed when they realized I couldn’t be what they wanted me to be.” She wraps her arms around herself in a hug, and Cassian wishes he’d sat beside her so those could be his arms.

She shakes her head. “I did my best so I wouldn’t be cooped up with them, wouldn’t be lashing out at them… and it still wasn’t enough. They wanted me to be nice, friendly, talkative. So I tried doing that too, even though I hated it. But around the same time things with Tomas started to get unbearable, Feyre found Rhysand and you guys. So now I had to hang out with my sister while she had a group of strangers constantly surrounding her, and go back home to a man who hated me at the end of the day.” She looks up at Cassian then, and her blue-gray gaze hits him with the force of a truck. “As soon as Feyre moved away to Velaris, I saw my way out. I finally broke up with Tomas. I gave up on all my relationships and I let go, and I don’t care if you or anyone else thinks it’s pathetic, or the bare minimum. It’s all I had to give.”

Cassian swallows roughly, unable to find his words. “It’s not pathetic, Nesta,” he finally says. “There’s nothing pathetic about doing what doesn’t come easily to you.”

There’s a million other things he needs to say to her, to make sure that she knows she isn’t stupid, or embarrassing, or not enough. But it all floats right out of his head when she heaves a big, dramatic sigh, as if a great weight has been lifted off her chest. As if Cassian’s measly words were all she needed to hear to feel alright.

She snatches up the final remaining puzzle piece and clicks it into place. “And we’re done,” she declares.

Cassian looks down at the table between them, which is now fully lit by the beaming morning sun outside. His eyes land on an empty space near the corner of the landscape, and his face falls. “There’s a piece missing,” he says.

“No way, where?” Nesta leans closer.

Cassian is already on his hands and knees, checking under and around the table for the missing piece.

“This is all your fault,” Nesta is saying above him. “You bumped into the table that time we were making out and all those pieces went flying.”

“Well, how fucking far could it have gone? Help me find it.” He’s serious now, searching the floor with intent. They can’t leave the puzzle unfinished. It was the only thing he could find in his garage all those months ago that could distract Nesta from anticipating her MRI results. And after the diagnosis, it had been a way to lift her mood, to give the two of them an excuse to spend every evening together—

“Sweetheart, it’s just a puzzle.”

Cassian sits up straight at that. “Just a puzzle?” He narrows his eyes at her.

“Well, it’s either that or an overextended metaphor for our relationship—are you crying?”

“No.” He blinks quickly. If there’s wetness there, he doesn’t know how Nesta glimpsed it.

He’s had a hard twelve hours. Nesta even more so. “I just feel really bad, about last night and everything else.” Because even if she acts like what she just spilled to him isn’t a big deal, he’ll never forget it.

He looks up to find Nesta laughing. Hand-over-her-mouth cackling. Before he can ask what’s wrong with her, she’s climbing up onto the coffee table, breaking up the puzzle and sending pieces scattering as she crawls across it. “Nesta—” he starts to protest.

She drops into his lap, winding her arms and legs around his powerful body. And she leans in and kisses him, long and deep and sweet. His hands settle into the curve of her hips, where they’ve always fit perfectly.

She breaks the kiss to fit her palm to his cheek. “I’m sorry,” she says. She never says that. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.” Her lips quirk up teasingly, but real guilt from the night before lingers in her eyes. Cassian realizes in that moment that Nesta could never hurt anybody more than she hurts herself.

“Don’t waste your apologies on me.” He nudges her nose with his. “Save them for people who’ll actually need to hear them.”

A real smile starts to bloom on her face. “I’ll try.”

Pride and love take his breath away, but he manages to say, “Thank you. For sharing so much of yourself with me.”

She makes an embarrassed noise and waves him off, but emotion shines in her eyes. Just to spare her, Cassian changes the subject. “Now what in the world are you wearing?”

She glances down at herself, frowning. “You don’t like it?”

“I love it.” The sweater looks hand knit, bright red with a green Christmas tree in the center. Balls of colorful fuzz decorate the tree as ornaments. “I want you to wear it every day,” he says.

“Over my dead body. I’d rather you help me take it off.”

Nesta’s hips feel especially snug against his as heat rushes to his crotch. She smirks like she caught him on a hook and leans in to whisper, “You look tired. Did you stay up thinking about my dress last night?”

Cassian swallows roughly. It might have crossed his mind a few times—not just the dress, but the fact that she had picked it out for him. He didn’t know that Nesta cared about things like that.

She rubs a thumb under his weary and reddened eyes. “After your anger faded, did you think about all the make-up sex we were going to have? Because I did.”

“Nesta,” he groans, dropping his head to rest against her chest. Either she plays him too well or he’s too easy to play, because Cassian is half a second away from damning everything to hell and dragging her to the living room carpet.

Until Nesta’s stomach growls loudly.

That’s when he remembers: it’s Christmas morning, he’s with the love of his life, and they’re both starving and sleep-deprived.

He looks up to find her eyes screwed shut in frustration. Before she can protest, he warns, “Don’t even think about it.” He pats her thighs. “Let’s get some food in you.”

***

Cassian makes them chocolate chip pancakes, and Nesta, feeling clingier than usual today, hangs piggyback off his body the entire time he cooks. She hasn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours, yet she feels like she was born anew this morning.

In the middle of breakfast, Cassian’s phone vibrates. He hardly even glances at it before turning it over.

“Who was it?” Nesta asks through a mouthful of pancakes. She hasn’t asked him about how his own night went, but she expects that his friends will want to call and talk to him at some point today.

“Feyre,” he says without looking at her. “She asked where I went last night.”

“Why’re you ignoring her?” She raises a brow.

Cassian looks a little surprised. “I thought we were mad at her.”

“No.” Nesta sets her fork down. “I’m mad at her. What’s your excuse?”

He shrugs. “Solidarity. I’m mad that you had your Christmas Eve ruined. I know what it took you just to show up there.”

“You’re the only one that knows.” Nesta supposes that not everything has been cleared up with Cassian after all. “Listen,” she tries to soften her blunt tone. “Whatever is between me and my sisters… you don’t need to concern yourself with it. You’ll never have to choose sides between us.”

He watches her closely, carefully. “Even if I want to defend my girlfriend?”

Her stomach flutters at that inconsequential word, but she doesn’t show it. “Even then. Feyre looks at you like an older brother. I’m sure Elain does too, a little bit. Don’t let me get in the way of that.” He probably feels guilty every time he texts Feyre, the loyal bastard.

Cassian looks at his plate, then nods resolutely. “I can do that.” He adds a moment later, “For what it’s worth, I do get where the girls are coming from. Even if they had a shit way of going about it.” His eyes darken as he remembers.

Nesta doesn’t know what he was told about the fight, but she chuckles at his moody face anyway. “I expected you to. You’ve always loved spending time with your family, and you’ve never known anything different. But the reality is this: the closeness you have between you and your brothers isn’t something that can be forced onto every group of siblings. And the more Feyre and Elain try to force it, the more I push against it.”

“It sounds stifling.” His face is open, understanding. “To feel like you’re always too much but never enough.”

Nesta pauses, stunned. Cassian is almost too empathetic sometimes, like he carries a thousand past lives within him. Maybe he spent his time learning Nesta by heart in those lives.

Or maybe she’s getting too damn sentimental. She chokes out a dismissive laugh, going back to her pancakes. “Just text Feyre back. Then we can have the rest of the day to ourselves.”

***

Late morning brings heavy snowfall and a chill that infiltrates the walls of the cabin. The Christmas tree in the living room is lit—something Cassian didn’t notice earlier when he came downstairs to find Nesta in his house. Realizing that she’s the one who lit it up first thing in the morning does something to his chest, but he pushes the feeling down where it can’t scare Nesta away.

The weight of the past day must finally catch up to her, though, because by the time Cassian finishes lighting the fireplace, she’s knocked out asleep on the couch.

“No makeup sex then, Nes?” he says softly. Getting up from the hearth, he goes to pull the fur couch throw over her body. Cassian settles at the end of the couch near her feet, taking care so she doesn’t wake, and picks up his laptop from the coffee table. He’s been slacking with his work ever since he got with Nesta, and he might as well catch up on it now before Rhysand takes notice.

The first email that pops up in his inbox is a corporate reminder about the annual New Year’s Eve fundraiser gala, hosted in some high-class hotel in Denver this year. Cassian reads the email once, twice, three times before reaching for his phone.

Rhys answers on the first ring. “Oh, so you don’t hate us,” he drawls.

“What?” Cassian is confused.

“Because with the way you’ve been acting at family events lately, one would have reason to think you don’t want to be around your family much.”

“Oh—no, this isn’t about that.” Cassian refuses to let Rhys linger on this topic. “I called about the New Year’s party.”

“What about it?” he says. “Other than that tacky hotel.”

Cassian decides to spit it out. “I’m not coming.”

Rhys is stunned silent over the line for a moment. “What do you mean, you’re not coming?” Cassian never misses company events, no matter how much he hates dressing up and driving out to the city to schmooze with donors.

But too many of his holidays have gone to Rhys instead of Nesta this year, and he finds himself unwilling to give more.

“I’ve been stressed as hell lately,” he lies, trying to stay quiet for Nesta. “I’m always the one driving hours to see everyone else, and I can’t go all the way out to Denver for another party. I’m sorry.”

“Bullshit,” Rhys responds. “You have nothing going on at work and nothing going on outside of it. What could you be stressed about?”

Cassian makes a mental note to find a hobby that doesn’t include his brothers, if only so he can use it as an excuse to spend time with his secret girlfriend in the future. For now, he has to settle with the truth. “I can’t tell you.”

It’s a petty card to play, but it’s a valid one. No matter how nosy his family might be, they know how to back off when a line is drawn, no explanation required.

Rhys’s voice softens. “Is it serious? Is it a health issue?”

Cassian nearly laughs, even though he feels bad for making Rhys worry. “No, nothing like that. But I still can’t come.”

“What can I do to make it easier for you?” Rhys tries again. “New Year’s isn’t the same without all of my family in one place.”

Cassian snorts. “Come over to my place then.” He says it half-jokingly, but then Rhys doesn’t answer, as if he’s thinking.

“The gala guest list is too big to fit in the cabin…” he ponders. “But I guess I could have it narrowed down at the last minute. The Mayfairs certainly won’t be happy about it, though.”

Cassian’s eyes widen, and he looks over at Nesta’s sleeping form. “Uh…” He scrambles for something to get him out of this.

“New Year’s at a luxury cabin, all of us reuniting at your home for the first time in months? I love it,” Rhys declares. “Better than fucking Denver, that’s for sure.”

Cassian coughs, then covers it up with a forced chuckle. “I’ll have the place ready by next week.”

The call is over before he knows it, and all he can do is stare at the phone in his hand wondering what the hell just happened.

You didn’t entirely lose, he thinks to himself. You’re spending New Year’s with Nesta.

Yeah—New Year’s with Nesta and his entire family. He drops his head back against the couch and groans quietly.

***

Nesta wakes up late in the afternoon to Cassian presenting her with a mug of eggnog and bad news about New Year’s Eve.

The idea of another party, especially one with her sisters present, so soon after the last one makes Nesta’s very bones ache. But she supposes she’ll just have to take the next week to recover and prepare, because she isn’t missing out on a holiday with Cassian for anything.

The way she’s started romanticizing simple things like the new year should probably alarm her, but it doesn’t.

They sit down to open presents with the TV playing lowly in the background. It’s nothing serious, and Nesta isn’t expecting to get anything much until she unwraps her present.

It’s a vinyl record packaged in an elaborate sleeve with the words Nesta’s Mix etched across it. She slowly pulls the record out of the sleeve, staring at it. “What’s this?”

“It’s called a vinyl.”

She spears him with a look. “I got that. What’s on it?”

Cassian turns sheepish, sprawled out across from her on the carpet. “I stalked your Spotify to figure out what you listen to. Then I made a playlist based off what I thought you’d like and got it turned into vinyl. It’s all new music…” He trails off at the look on her face. “But if you hate it, the B-side has your favorite songs on there. You can listen to it either way.”

“I don’t hate it.” Nesta blinks her burning eyes rapidly, staring down at the gift in her hands. She’s not used to receiving thoughtful gifts—or pricey ones. “Thank you,” she says plainly, trying to let her feelings speak for themselves in those two words. “I love it.” She knows she should be saying more, damn it, but what can she say?

Cassian reaches out to put a hand on her knee, his thumb stroking circles across her leg. She looks up at him and realizes she doesn’t need words. Leaning forward, she lands a kiss on his cheek and can only hope that it’s sufficient. “Where am I going to play it?” she asks.

��I was close to getting you a record player when I remembered I already have one. I’ve never used it in my life.” He looks at her more gently now. “So it’s basically yours.”

Nesta’s chest tightens painfully. Not because he’s giving the record player to her, but because he’s suggesting they own it together.

“My present is going to look so stupid next to yours,” she says quietly.

Cassian grins. “Now I really need to see it.”

Nesta buries her head in her hands in humiliation while he tears open the wrapping paper of his gift, and only looks up when she hears him laugh aloud.

He’s holding a copy of one of Nesta’s favorite romances, and the first of many of her books that he’s ever stolen from her and read. He turns the vintage paperback around in his hands. “I remember this one. I totally had a sex dream about it.” He gazes in reminiscence at the busty blonde on the cover.

Nesta snorts, but scoots closer to him eagerly. “Look inside.”

He flips it open to find dark scribbles along the margins, in every single margin.

“I annotated it,” Nesta says hesitantly. “With my thoughts and analysis on each scene. It’s probably dumb to critically analyze a ninetie’s erotica novel, but I thought you’d find it funny.”

Cassian is flipping through the pages more slowly now, taking his time to read each one. “I don’t think it’s funny,” he says after a moment, his eyes still on the book. “I think it’s more than anything I could have asked for.”

“Well, that’s a bit dramatic for a romance book—”

“Not the book.” He looks up at her with something in his eyes. “It’s all your thoughts.” He looks back at the book in wonder. “Written out for me in detail to keep.”

He starts to smirk, searching for a specific page. “I already know how you feel about the boat scene, but now I need to read about it.”

Nesta makes a noise of protest, grabbing for the book. “Don’t spoil the good parts yet.” She can hardly believe it. He finds her joke present good. “You always spoil the good parts first and get sad about it later.”

He makes a face. “True.” He lowers the book, growing serious. “Nesta.” He clears his throat, and her heart starts pounding. She can hear the words before he says them—

“You’re a really good gift giver.”

Nesta’s breath shudders out of her, in relief or disappointment she doesn’t know. Cassian is still staring at her in amazement, and she can only respond by throwing herself at him, her arms holding him tight.

He doesn’t falter under her weight, but pulls her closer. “Thank you,” he says into her ear.

She pulls back far enough to see him. His beautiful face is outlined with too many emotions for her to read, yet somehow she knows exactly what he’s feeling.

Overwhelmed, she leans in to place a soft kiss above his upper lip, then on his mouth. “Merry Christmas,” she whispers against his lips.

“Merry Christmas, Nesta.”

***

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By Your Doorstep (Part 9)

Summary: The reader and Tessa spend their first Christmas with the Winchesters and their friends, resulting in an eventful night...

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Please enjoy this final part! I loved writing this one and exploring everything this series had to offer!

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Reader’s POV

Christmas Night

“Hello ladies,” said Dean, popping his head out from the hall and into the room Tessa was staying in. “Mind if I steal your sister?”

“Go for it,” she said, jumping up from bed and rushing over to her suitcase. She pulled out a box and held it out. “I thought I left it at home but Y/N found it in the hall. It’s your other present.”

“The zip up was very nice of you already,” he said. He tore off the paper and you smirked from bed, Dean making a face as he looked at the box.

“It’s a mug. I made it in art class,” she said. He opened the package and went wide eyed, staring at her as he pulled it out.

“Tessa, this is really good,” he said, smiling at the little D.W. she’d painted on the side. “You made this?”

“Yeah. I’m good at ceramics,” she said with a shrug. “If you don’t like it that’s okay.”

“I have a new favorite mug,” he said, giving her a hug. “I can drink out of it, right?”

“Yeah. It’s fine for using and dishwasher, all that,” she said.

“Well I for one am glad you are getting your minor in art next year,” he said.

“Really?”

“School’s important but you gotta have some fun,” he said. “This is one of the best presents I’ve ever gotten.”

“I made everybody one,” she said with a shrug. “I gotta give Sam his still.”

“I think he’s out with Eileen and a few other people in the hot tub.”

“I was gonna go hang out with Jack, maybe we’ll head out there,” she said. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Make smart choices,” he teased as she walked out. You stood up from bed and walked out to the hall, wrapping your arms around his waist. “She loves me.”

“Yes she does,” you said, a big smile on his face. “You like that, huh?”

“Yes, I do. Besides, I gotta get her on board if I want you,” he said. “How am I doing so far?”

“Oh so you’re curious if I love you,” you said.

“More than you could possibly understand,” he said. You smiled and stood up on your tip toes, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Dean. I love you.”

“Good because I love you,” he said.

“That’s very good,” you said. He gave you a kiss, resting his hands along your hips.

“Wanna take a walk with me?” he asked. You nodded and let him take your hand, following him downstairs and into the foyer where you dressed in your coats and boats, hats and scarves. You walked out the front with him and down the driveway a ways until you were on the private road up there, twinkle lights adorned in the trees.

“This really is beautiful up here, Dean,” you said, your gloved hands laced together.

“It is. Never really thought this would ever be my life growing up,” he said.

“We had holidays like this when we were younger,” you said. “It’s not really about the presents or the lights at the end of the day though.”

“No, it’s definitely not,” he said. “I know we only got here yesterday but are you enjoying it so far?”

“More than. I don’t dread these things anymore. I don’t dread life anymore.”

“Can I ask what your plans are for once Tessa goes to school next year? I know she’ll be living at home but she’s gonna be out and about more often,” he said.

“I don’t really know,” you said. “What about you?”

“Sammy’s interested in the place two doors down across the street. He might put an offer in,” said Dean.

“What ya asking Dean?”

“If you asked me six months ago if I ever thought I’d love someone, I’d have said no that wasn’t for me. But then I met you and things changed. I’ve never really asked if you’re a marriage kind of gal I guess.”

“If I loved him I would marry him. I’d have a family of our own with him too,” you said. Dean nodded and you bumped his shoulder. “Death is the price we pay for living. But I think what I’ve learned these past six months is that caring and loving someone is worth the pain at the end of the day. The pain subsides and it’s still there but it doesn’t destroy you anymore. So yeah, I’m definitely open to marriage and kids and the dog with the white picket fence thing.”

“My fence is brown,” he chuckled.

“I can look past that detail,” you said. “Would you ever consider marriage?”

“Yes. I absolutely would,” he said. You smiled and he squeezed your hand. “You think I’m gonna like...propose or something now?”

“I think I love you and anything else, whenever or if ever that may be, it would just be a cherry on top,” you said. “I don’t need a ring or to be Mrs. Winchester to tell me how I feel.”

“I figured as much. Safer to ask though,” he said. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and held out a small wrapped box to you. “Merry Christmas sweetheart.”

You dropped his hand so you could unwrap it, finding a black box inside. You took off the lid and smiled, looking back over to Dean.

“You like it?” he asked shyly, blush appearing on his cheeks. “Tessa helped me pick it out.”

“Dean are you proposing?” you asked. He cocked his head and you turned the empty ring back towards him, his face falling.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” he said, covering his face. “I never put it back in the box. It’s at home. Oh my God I’m so dumb.”

“Dean,” you smiled, tilting your head and wrapping your arms around him. “Is there something you’d like to ask me?”

“It would make this idiot very happy if you decided to marry him,” he said with a smile.

“M’kay,” you said, pulling him down for a deep kiss. “That’s a yes by the way.”

“Even if I’m an idiot?”

“Told you I don’t need a ring, Winchester,” you said. “Just need you...Mr. & Mrs. Winchester has a nice ring to it though.”

“Technically it’s Dr. and…” he trialed off as you kissed him again. “God I love you.”

“I love you,” you said, throwing your arms over his shoulders. He tripped and fell back in the snow, laughing as you went with him. “Fuck I love the shit out of you.”

“I second that,” he said, rolling you to your back and kissing you. “Your sister is a hard nut to crack you know.”

“Did you ask her about this?”

“She’s very protective of big sis...but she said some very sweet things to me,” he said.

“She’s a sucker for you guys,” you said. “But she’s not the only one.”

You rolled over and meant to put him on his back but you ended up shifting and rolling down the hill with him, landing in a big pile of snow. You couldn’t see him at first but he was giggling like a kid and it was just about the best sound you’d ever heard in your life.

“I love you,” you said as you sat up. He propped himself up on his elbows and grinned. You jumped on top of him and rolled around in the snow, throwing snowballs and playing until both your jeans were soaked through and the cold was getting to be a bit much.

“Hey. You want to warm up with me in the shower?” he said.

“Absolutely,” you said. You walked back up the hill with him, picking up the box from the road. He threw his arm over your shoulders and tugged you close into his side. “Maybe we can even have a little fun in that jacuzzi tub.”

“That’s my girl,” he chuckled.

“That’s my boy,” you said, taking off your hat and pulling it over his head.

“I can get used to that.” He took off your hat and his baseball cap, putting the cap on you and tugging your hat back on.

“You’re never getting that blue Henley back by the way,” you said.

“You’re never getting your black hoodie back,” he said. You stopped and he pushed his hat down over your face.

“Dork,” you said, pushing it up and wrapping an arm around his waist. You walked up the road, chilly when you walked back inside. You took off your coat and boots, tossing everything on the rack.

You caught Sam and Tessa peeking their heads down the hall, both of them in their bathing suits. They stared at you and Dean, both dripping water.

“Yes we’re engaged,” you said.

“Yes!” said Tessa, Sam giving her a high five.

“Finally,” said Sam.

“Don’t you two have people to go make out with in the hot tub?” said Dean.

“Gah, like I’d do that in front of him,” said Tessa.

“I was having a perfectly good time with Eileen until you and Jack-“

“Goodnight guys,” you said.

“They got engaged!” shouted Sam, different parts of the house shouting back. Dean pulled you up the staircase and down to your room, locking the door behind you.

“Hi,” you grinned, kissing his nose.

“Hi. Wanna warm up?”

“After you, sweetheart.”

Three Months Later

“I’m beat,” said Dean, arm slung over your shoulders as the two of you walked up the street towards your house. You’d spent the day helping Sam and Eileen move into Sam’s new house just down the road, sticking around to unpack dishes and boxes long after everyone else had gone home.

“Our boy is all grown up,” you teased, Dean leaning against you. “Happy Sammy’s so close by?”

“Yup,” he said with a smile. “I think us older siblings did an alright job.”

“We still have to get Tessa through college,” you said.

“She’ll be fine. She wants to major in medicine sciences. I may or may not be able to help her out there some,” he said.

“Nerd,” you said, getting a smack on the ass from him. “Boy.”

“Girl,” he said, smirking and kissing your cheek. “It’s not the easiest thing in the world, I know, but she’s smart. We can all help her out. Except her art minor homework. I have no clue on that,” he said.

“First semester will probably be the roughest.”

“She’ll be okay,” he said. “What I am worried about it the fact she’s making us dinner tonight.”

“Ten bucks says it’s box mac and cheese.”

“Oh she informed me that it would be epic. I have high expectations,” he said.

“Hm, that must clearly be a good sign,” you said, nodding to your front porch where a very burnt tray of something sat on the step.

“Is it too late for takeout?” he chuckled.

“Let’s hope not,” you said, climbing up the steps. “We’re home!”

“How’d it go? We saw the...wait...it smells shockingly good in here,” said Dean, taking off his coat.

“I’m a better chef than you two give me credit for,” she said from the kitchen, humming as she worked over the stove. “I burnt the biscuits but everything else is nearly done.”

“If it tastes as good as it smells we should have you cook for us more often,” you said.

“Laugh it up,” she said. Dean pulled you upstairs and you washed off the sweat of working all day, changing into something relaxing in time to walk downstairs and spot Tessa setting plates down at the table.

“Oh. Fancy,” you said, Dean pulling out your seat for you. You sat and he took his own, Tessa humming as she pulled out a bottle of wine from the fridge and sat it down on the table. “Alright. What are you up to? This is way too nice.”

“Nothing. I knew you guys would be tired and you guys always make me dinner and stuff,” she said.

“Mhm,” you hummed, Dean smirking up at her. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“This what I get for being nice. I’m going over Jack’s,” she said.

“Make smart choices kiddo,” said Dean with a wink. She groaned and messed up his hair before she took off, Toast trotting after. “Take my car if you want, Tess.”

“Thank you!” she called back, ducking out the door after a moment.

“Well this was very nice of her,” you said. You cut into your chicken and paused, showing it to Dean and giggling.

“Maybe tomorrow we’ll show her how to use a meat thermometer, make sure the food is actually cooked,” he chuckled, picking up the plates and scraping the food in the trash.

“It’s the thought that counts,” you said, picking up the bottle of wine.

“Yes it is. What are you thinking?” he asked. “Taco Saturday?”

“I want a big ass burrito,” you said. “With extra cheese. And nachos.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, washing up his hands at the sink. “Wine and Mexican food. Perfect combo if I do say so myself.”

Three Months Later

“You got me a car!” said Tessa, hopping up and down when she opened the front door. She ran over to it and pulled off the bow, sliding in behind the wheel.

“You were worried she wouldn’t like a used one,” chuckled Dean in your ear.

“I was not,” you said, slapping his chest, Toast running out past you. You watched Sam and Eileen come out of their house a few down, Sam staring over in your direction. “We’ll meet you there!”

He waved and they climbed in, driving past with a honk as Tessa squealed.

“Alright, alright,” said Dean. “We got a graduation to get to, ladies.”

“Cheers,” said Dean, laying back on the lounger on the balcony, toasting his glass to yours. You stretched out and rolled over closer to him, kissing him gently. “You’ve officially survived the high school phase.”

“Why do I feel like the college phase is harder,” you laughed.

“She’s already got the college boyfriend down,” he said.

“Yeah but Jack is Jack. He’s sweet. She’s the one I worry about.”

“You’ll always worry,” he said, his arm hanging loosely over your shoulders. “Kids sound like they’re having fun down there.”

“She’s happy. It’s all I could ever ask for.”

“Are you happy?” he asked.

“I’m home,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. You hugged his waist, Dean shutting his eyes with a smile. “You want to get married next summer?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he said.

“Come on. You gotta have some opinions on this,” you said.

“I kinda like the idea of a spring wedding. Maybe May or something. I wouldn’t mind honeymooning somewhere on a beach,” he said.

“That sounds great,” you said, his fingers dancing along your arm. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Shoot.”

“I almost asked my dad if I could meet you once you know. The boy from the mail room. You seemed...I don’t know, like a really good person.”

“Did I meet expectations?” he asked.

“Blew right past them,” you said, getting a kiss on the temple. “You happy?”

“I got my girl. I got my brother. Got Tessa and Eileen and my friends and Toast and this little baby, Miracle,” he said, picking up the sleeping puppy beside him. “I have never been so happy in my life.”

“Good,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Want to go see if there’s any graduation cake left? Bet it’d go good with this bourbon.”

“God I love you,” he chuckled as he kissed you. “So fucking much.”

“Me too, Dean. Me too.”

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