handling this whole thing (that is, his sister’s wedding, though to close
friends he did just call it “the thing”) better than he thought he
would, but he largely thought that that was due to his overestimating the
amount of attention that was bestowed on the brother of the bride (some, not
none, and definitely not enough for anyone to clock that he was kind of falling
apart inside). He felt that if anyone, his mom, a well-meaning cousin, god,
even the DJ, looked him in the eye and said “How are you holding up?”
his stomach would fold in half, his heart would drop out of his ass, and a lump
in his throat the size of Sarah and Kath’s wedding cake would be the only thing
stopping him screaming.
had a date.
Sarah had announced it, subtly flinging out her hand as soon as she walked into
the living room where she’d gathered them, he’d experienced both happiness and
sadness in their most roundabout ways. Katherine was completely perfect for
her, and kind, and successful, and funny, and she’d be a real star of an
addition to their family. And Sarah deserved this happiness so much, so it
wasn’t that. The important thing at that point was that Davey was smart enough to unconsciously
know what actions were expected of him, the grinning, hugging Sarah, putting an
arm round his mom’s shoulders as she cried, but there was a horrible, stubborn
pocket of irritation that he resisted unpicking until he’d returned to his own
apartment, carefully closing the door behind him, slipping his shoes off by the
entrance, walking over and taking a seat on the couch before letting out a
huge, shuddering sob.
of any of this was personal, that’s what he had to remember. No-one had planned
this wedding with the intention of making him feel like a socially inept sad
sack, but unfortunately that was just something inherent, he guessed, in all
weddings. Like the first dance, where Sarah and Kath had twirled, staring into each
other’s eyes, to David Bowie, and then his parents had joined, and Kath’s
parents, then Les and Sacha, and all of the cousins and workmates and everyone,
but even if Davey had resigned himself to dancing at some point that
night, dancing on his own to a love song was really really something else. To
the bar for his next drink, while there were no crowds, and he was feeling like
his need for wine had already peaked. He leaned on the bar, staring down at a
stack of beermats, waiting a few seconds for the bartender to come over.
have a…’ He looked up. Eyes met. Froze. 'You…’ The name. God, he had a name… 'Jack?’
Imagine your undercover job taking a toll on your relationship with Sonny
(A/N: Nice to be back. So happy this actually got finished today. My glasses broke and don’t have my contacts with me which meant I couldn’t see and then my sister slammed a door on my finger which meant I couldn’t write but I did it. Hope you enjoy!)
Imagine your undercover job taking a toll on your relationship with Sonny
“Well, well well. Look who is it is. Hey Tony. It’s the guy I was telling you about.” you said walking out of your office an dealing against the bar in front of your bouncer Tony was was nursing a pre-work beer.
“That long gangly one?” he asked turing following your gaze.
“Mmm and he brought the blonde one with him this time.” you chuckled as you watched Amanda and Sonny approach you but they were already well in ear-shot.
You skirted the bar and walked towards them. As you walked you put your hands on Tony and your other bouncers Jimmy’s shoulders as a silent ‘let me handle this’. You took a few steps forward until they were both standing right in front of you. The walk you took allowed you to assess who was watching. Their were your two bouncers and at least five of your mother’s girls by the stage getting ready but watching. Time to put on a show.
“Is their something I can do for you Detectives?” you asked smugly chewing your gum loudly and evidently.
“We’re looking to talk to some of the dancers here regarding an assault that happening a few streets away, a couple of days ago.” Amanda answered telling the truth as someone had been attacked.
“They won’t know anything. They were occupied. If you know what I mean.” you joked sarcastically earning a laugh from the people behind you.
“No, I don’t.” Sonny stated annoyed.
“Use you imagine.” you winked playfully leaning against the bar once again.
“Maybe your clients could have seen something.” Amanda suggested but you were too busy staring at Sonny.
“Even if they did. Why would they say anything. Most of them don’t like advertising that they come here.” you smiled all-knowingly.
“We’d still like their names.” Sonny added meeting your gaze.
“Well their’s Sherlock Homes, James Bond and Santa.” you joked earning another round of laughs.
You watched as Sonny seemed to get more annoyed.
“Don’t be like that Detective. I didn’t know what you were trying to achieve here but I think it would be best of you leave. I assure you no one who comes or works here knows anything about this crime.” you suggested blowing a bubble with ended it a loud bang.
“What happened to you?” Sonny asked suddenly shaking his head in disapproval, “You used to be one of us. You used to want to help people. Now, you run a strip club that deals in drugs and prostitution. Working with the types people that you used to put away.”
You took a step forward so you were dangerously close. Leaning up so your faces were inches away from each other.
“Are you still upset that I wouldn’t sleep with you?” you chuckled in his face, “Is that why you’re being so dramatic right now?”
“Let’s go, Rollins.” he stated turning away and beginning to head to the door with Amanda in tow, following suit, like you planned it.
“Oh Amanda. I forget you were here. How is the baby, by the way? Still without a Daddy?” you called after them.
“Watch your mouth!” Sonny ordered walking back up to you and getting your face.
“Ooo. Did I strike a nerve? You couldn’t have me so you moved on to the next female detective. Or did she come on to you. It’s sort of more believable, really, considering she already slept with half the police force.” you chuckled spitefully playfully pushing his shoulder purposely as you went to point to Amanda.
“That’s it.” he began grabbing your arm and twisting it behind you and pulling out cuffs, “You’re under arrest.”
“For what?” you demanded angrily wincing in pain as he locked in the cuffs.
“Assaulting a police officer.” he stated jerking you up and forcing you stand up straight.
“That won’t stick. Did you forget I used to be a cop?” you teased as he began to drag you away, “If I had know you liked to play dirty Detective. I might have actually dated you. Tony, I’ll be back before we open tonight.”
You continued to shout as he dragged you out the club and forced you into the back of his car. You continued to shout until you were a few blocks away from the club. And that’s when you stopped and began to smile.
Sonny turned to look at you and returned it. Giving a you a smile bigger and brighter than the usual.
It was the first time in two months that you had seen Sonny, properly. You’d sent messages through your handler to him and your brother but you never got replies or even a confirmation that he heard them. When he waled into the club you were so happy to see him. You wanted to jump him their and then you missed him so much but you couldn’t.
You’d been undercover for two months now. About three months ago you were approached by the Gang division regarding your mothers exploits. Your mother was one of the biggest gang leaders in the city. And she was because she was smart,calculating and untrusting. They had sent multiple undercover trying to infiltrate her organisation but had failed miserably.
It had been a hushed whisper that your mothers only daughter, you, had joined the NYPD but nobody actually knew it was true except for a few people. You had changed your name which threw most people off. You’d admitted it to the squad but no one else except for a few of your friends in other departments. No one would find out who you were unless they already suspected who you were and checked your records.
One of your friends who worked in the gang unit had approached you off the record to ask if you would be willing to do it. He said that you’d have a much better chance getting her to trust you. Sure you’d given her up to the cops a few times but she still had a soft spot for you. You were her daughter after all and she loved you even if you didn’t feel the same way.
You were reluctant at first. You didn’t think it work and even if it did it would mean having to spend an extended amount of time who abandoned you and your brother for weeks on end. The woman who brought drug runners and mobsters into your home. Have them around you. The woman who brought the women she was exploiting into your home, let you get attached before forcing them into prostitution. The woman who was so consumed with avenging her soulmates and son’s death that she forgot to appreciate the people she had left.
When they had asked you, you were three years approaching your fourth working in SVU. Your whole life you’d been searching for somewhere, anywhere that you belonged and you had found it at SVU. After sitting helpless your whole childhood watching your mother exploit venerable young woman, it was sort of soul fulfilling to help the same sort of people and others that you couldn’t do before.
SVU had given you a lot of things. Fulfilment, family boy never expected the third, love. When you joined SVU almost four years ago became your partner on the job and three years ago he became your partner in a difference sense. When you first met you didn’t think you’d work well together. In his words he was sugar and you were spice. Complete opposites but opposites attract. You balance each other out.
He asked you on your first date after about a year of meeting and becoming partners. You moved in together after a year and had technically been living together for almost two years. Your relationship was an open secret amongst the rest of the squad. Bar a few jokes, sly mentions and winks no one really addressed it well at work at least. After work was a whole different ball game. Not that you or Sonny gave them any ammunition. You didn’t do anything ‘relationshipy’ during work. Yeah, their was the occasional kiss on the cheek, lingering hands and flirting but only when everyone else was out of earshot.
After you were approached by your friend at the gang unit you told him that you would think about his suggestion. The first thing you did after it was go home and tell Sonny. You were so shaky and nervous when you told him that you honestly think that he thought you were telling you were pregnant. Maybe he was disappointed when you actually told him the truth.
You were surprised by his response. He told you to go for it. You didn’t know why he was saying it. You were so conflicted that a part of you wanted him to be so adamantly against it that he would say absolutely no and then other part wanted him to push you to go for it but he didn’t do either. He told you that the only person who could answer that question was you. He told you that whatever you decided that he would support you and make it as easy as possible.
Deep down you knew that you had to do it. Your biggest regret in life was not helping all those women you encountered during your childhood. It was chance to rectify and forgive yourself in a way. You did go for it and you were in it for the long haul.
It was hard at first, convincing your mother, who knew you were a cop that you had quit and wanted to join. Luckily, you had started this plan a month before even approaching her. Making a big spectacle of you quitting the force in disgrace. The only people who did know what was going on was the SVU squad, some members of the gang unit, your brother and Sonny’s parents and sisters.
Sonny’s family was completely understanding of the situation. The person who took it the hardest was your younger brother. He didn’t understand why you’d want to be around your mother anymore especially after how hard you worked to get away from her. Sonny helped a lot with dealing with. Essentially, stepping into your parental role why you were away. He was at college now but he still came back to yours and Sonny’s every other weekend, which he also lived in for a year.
When you finally approached your mother after ‘leaving’ she welcomed you fast and with open arms. Maybe because you were daughter it blinded her judgment or maybe a part of her actually feels guilty about how she treated you. Either way, you got it and you went straight to the top. Basically, becoming her second in command. She put you in charge of her biggest legal operation her Strip Club which included over ‘services’ other than stripping. You were privy to all the other illegal activity, the drugs, the racketeering, human trafficking and underage prostitution but weren’t involved directly. Your job was to collect as much evidence as possible and figure the interworking so you can prevent illegal activity and ultimately take down the whole organisation.
You’d been at it two months at this point. Collecting evidence, providing tips to the police and only being in contact with your handler. Last week your mother had told you about her yearly shipment of girls this week. Unlike the typical mobster, she brought all her girls in one big go. Risky but less suspicious in the long run. You hadn’t expected things to move so quickly. You sent a message to your handler but you had too much to tell him in a short amount of time you had.
The next phone call he told you to expect a visit from SVU, telling you that they would arrest you and bring you to the station. So you could give them all the details and have a chance to see everyone without arousing suspicion. He even told you that if this went as planned that you maybe able to be extracted from the operation in the next few weeks.
You were excited by the prospect. You missed your home, your job, your family but most importantly Sonny. You lay awake at night thinking about him. You had to do some bad things while undercover and you felt so guilty. Every part of you loved Sonny so much that even the thought of doing anything that disrespected him or your relationship killing you inside. The last two months had been so hard. You’d hadn’t talk to him at all. Which was a big adjustment from talking everyday.
You missed seeing him, talking to him, being with him, everything about him. You hoped you got your messages.
You didn’t know he was going to be the one to come and get you but when you saw him it was like your whole world lit up. You’d suddenly found colour in your black and white misery. of course you had to put on a show at the beginning, staying in character but you kept getting into each other faces and every part of you wanted to grab him and have your way. You kept it up picking a fight until you were safe distance from the club.
That’s when it was okay to be you again.
“Hey.” he smiled at you turning round from his seat in the passenger seat.
“Hi.” you breathed happily full of relief.
You were together again, even if it was a for a short while. He kept turning round and looking at you, asking if you were okay, asking if you wanted the handcuffs off. You told him you were okay and that was no point as you were going to have to put on a show at the station until you got to an interrogation room.
You guys did the whole prep walk thing. Which was much different when you were on the other end. Everyone was looking at you, whispering, if only the knew. Sonny kept hold of you, enough that it looked as if he was restraining you but not enough to hurt you.
The whole squad got in on the show. Berating you. you’d never seen Liv so disappointed in somebody. When you finally got into the interaction room and lifted the facade. It was like you were free. The first thing you had to do was tell your handler, Liv and Fin what was going on with the shipment later this week. Doing your job but you were trying to speed through it so you could greet everyone and spend some time with Sonny.
Liv sensed your desperation and hastiness and sped up the process. When your handler finally finished he told you had about half an hour before things would seem suspicious to your mother’s camp. After the the warning Liv and Fin lead you to her office where Sonny and Amanda were waiting.
You were went for Sonny first, pulling him into an embrace. You wanted to hold onto him for longer but let go to greet everyone else. Liv and Fin respectively. Sonny hovered by your side the whole time as if he didn’t want to be away from you. You went to hug Amanda.
“I’m so sorry.” you apologised as you pulled her into a hug.
“For what?” she asked clinging onto to you before letting you go.
“For what I said back their.” you sighed sadly thinking about it.
“You were doing your job,” she reassured rubbing your shoulder and you stepped back and Sonny grabbed your hand pulling it backwards towards him, “Not for a second did I think you were being serious. You don’t need to apologise. I know how much you love Jessie.” “How is she?” you asked finally smiling.
“She’s great. She misses you though. She’s getting tired of Carisi here holding her all the time instead of you.” she joked.
“I resent that.” Sonny fired back as you took a final step into his embrace once again.
He wrapped his arms around your neck and laying his head on your shoulder before looking up again and giving you squeeze. You looked up at him and was about to pounce before you remembered everyone was still in the room.
“How about we give you two a chance to talk.”Liv suggested before beginning to usher everyone out the door.
“Thanks Lieu.” Sonny said for you.
“Don’t mention it. “ she waling out the door with Amanda.
“I’m going to close the blinds.” Fin winked before pulling them up, “I’ll see you later, Y/N”.
“Thanks Fin.” you sighed thankfully.
You watched him walk out the door and shut the door behind him. As soon as you heard the click of the door you turned and practically jumped on Sonny and began kissing. He had to steady himself on Liv’s desk before grabbing hold go you.
“I missed you too.” he chuckled as you pulled away, standing in between his legs as he leaned against the desk and despite you best efforts he was still slightly taller than you causing you to look up.
“Not as much as I missed you.” you countered looking up at him with a big goofy grin on your face, “Oh Sonny.”
“I know. I know.” he said pulling you into a hug again.
You buried yourself in his chest as if you did enough that you would never could leave it.
“Only a few more weeks.” he reassured pulling you away from him so he could see your face.
“I know but it’s so hard. I just want to come home and be with you.” you cried as you felt your eyes prick with tears.
“I want the same but you’ve got a job to do and you’re going to finish it. You didn’t put us both through this just so you can give up.” he chuckled wiping the tears spilling down your face and tucking stray hairs behind your ears.
“I won’t. I promise.” you promised cupping his cheek.
“I know. When you set your mind to something, only god can stop you.” he chuckled looking down at you.
“How have you been?” you asked, “You already know how I’m holding up what about you?”
“I’m hanging on in their,” he began to reassure before retracting, “ but it hasn’t been easy. I roll over some nights and grab air. I still make two cups of coffee in the morning before realising and bring deserts for you only to have Fin eat them.”
“Did you get my messages?” you inquired hopefully.
“Every single one. Well at least I hope so. I passed them onto Carter as well.” he informed. “How is Carter?” you asked suddenly remembering.
“Hanging on in their. He keeps himself busy with school and even he’s back. Ma’s been taking care of him. Softening the blow.” he replied.
“How are your parents?” you asked once agin wanting to make sure everyone was okay.
“Fine. They miss you too. Apparently, they prefer to have you at dinner over me.” he joked.
You pulled him into another hug and you just stayed their.
“You know last night. I was thinking about all the things I wanted to tell you and now all I want is to hold you and never let go.” you admitted mumbling into his chest listening to his heartbeat.
“Me too but I’ve forgotten everything, except for one thing.” he chuckled holding you tighter
“What?” you questioned staying in his embrace but looking up leaning your head on his chest.
“I love you.” he responded heartfelt and sincere.
“I love you too.” you replied automatically before leaning to kiss him again.
“I love you so so much.” you chanted as you pulled away.
“I don’t doubt it.” he teased looking intently at your face as it fell, “Y/N?”
“I’m so sorry.” you apologised lowering your head.
“For what? Hey, look at me.” he questioned lifting your chin up with his fingers.
“You know how we discussed before I left about the things that I might have to do while undercover…” you began before trailing off.
“Yeah.” he prompted.
“Well I had to do a couple of those things.” you admitted vaguely wincing at the thought.
“Okay…” he sighed.
“I’m so sorry. I feel guilty. I had too or it would look suspicious. I’m so sorry, so, so sorry.” you began to ramble.
“Y/N, I don’t understand.” he started.
“Don’t understand what?” you repeated searching for clarification.
“Why your telling me this or why your even apologising for it.” be began to clarify, “I thought we agreed before you left that what you do undercover to survive has no impact on this, our relationship. I trust you, Y/N. I love you. What you do undercover isn’t really you it’s whoever your playing. I didn’t fall in love with Y/N the mobsters daughter. I fell in love with Detective Y/N Y/L/N. The strongest and most beautiful person I have ever met.”
“And you are the sweet, most understanding, cheesy person. I’ve ever met. Why can’t you be a little more selfish and shout at me, make me feel better.” you smiled playfully hitting him in the chest.
“That wouldn’t be any fun though, would it?” he joked before kissing you again.
You grabbed and clung onto his head. Leaning into it and he mimicked your movements. You stayed their for a few minutes. Making up for lost time but ensuring that it didn’t go any further especially on your boss’s desk.
“I think our time is up.” Sonny informed sadly pulling away from you.
“Are you sure?” you pouted wrapping your arms around his torso.
“Pretty sure,” he chuckled glancing at his watch, “Definitely sure.”
“Alright, alright.” you gave in standing up and moving out the way so he could follow suit.
“Only a few more weeks he reassured.
“Still too long.” you sighed.
“Well three months is nothing compared to the rest of our lives.” he smiled sadly.
You looked at his face before going onto you tiptoes and kissing him again.
“I love you.” you repeated.
“I know. You ready to put these back on?” he asked pulling the handcuffs out of his back pocket and dangling them in front of you.
“One more.” you said before kissing him.
“How about now?” he chuckled once again.
“Just one more.” you said kissing him again.
“Now?” he repeated.
“A few more.” you said before kissing his face in spasmodically in different places, his forehead. cheeks even his chin.
“Y/N.” He warned in a fake stern voice.
“Okay, okay. Put them on me.” you sighed before putting your hands in front of you in the position.
He grabbed your arms and gently locked them back into the cuffs, standing behind you in the position.
“You ready, babe?” he asked standing right by the door to get out.
“Just a few more weeks.” you repeated before you both walked out the door back to the world.
Part 9! This is the beginning of several angsty chapters. Keep an eye out on the warnings everyone.
Warnings: Mention of child abuse and spousal abuse
It’s been two years since the proposal and the wedding. The
wedding was small, with only a few people there. The kids were obviously there,
along with Ana, Fareeha, Jack, your parents as well as Gabe’s. The reception
was larger, it included your family and many of Gabe’s family and coworkers,
who were all Overwatch members. Jack mentioned in his best man’s toast how you
both met, he even brought the damn pan with him. He was blushing and he even
began to cry during the speech.
The lovely @makocartwheels has come up with a wonderful idea for weekly Reyes writing prompts! Naturally, I couldn’t resist. So here, have a flash piece!
This week’s prompt was “I don’t want to go home: a time when Reyes didn’t want to return to home or duty”.
This is set pre-Andromeda.
Reyes sat at the bar ignoring the curious glances the woman across from him kept throwing his way. She was pretty enough, in an unassuming way; casual wear, medium length dark blond hair, no makeup, with full lips that hinted at cleverness as they quirked up on one side when she overheard something that amused her.
But, he wasn’t in the mood for some random encounter tonight. In fact, he wasn’t in the mood to socialize at all; he just wanted to sip his whiskey in peace and try to ignore how heavy his Alliance dog tags felt underneath his navy blues.
“What’s up with you, Vidal?” The bartender asked. The man, a nosy, if well-intentioned Irishman, had come to view Reyes as one of his regulars. Reyes wanted to hate it, knew he should hate how much he’d been drinking lately, but he couldn’t seem to find the feeling. Usually he knew that didn’t mean he was turning into his father, but tonight he couldn’t escape the thought that maybe he was no better than his old man after all.
He cleared his throat after a long pull on his whiskey. “I signed my discharge papers today,” he told the bartender.
The man paused, his towel-draped hand deep inside a glass mug. “Shit,” he said under his breath, and then a little louder. “Your idea, or theirs?”
Reyes scowled at him. “Please, Kian,” he admonished. “Mine.”
The bartender chuckled as he resumed his washing. It was a quiet night, late on a weekday, so the bar was nearly empty. Just Reyes, the woman with the clever mouth, and a couple stragglers in various booths.
“So, if it was your idea,” Kian continued. “Why doesn’t it seem like you’re celebrating?”
“You’re not my fucking psychologist, Dagher,” Reyes said, though his words lacked any real heat.
“I’m a bartender. I’m everyone’s psychologist. Plus,” he continued. “You sat at the bar, not a booth.” He tilted his head to the side. “Tells me you don’t really want to be alone.”
“Christ, deliver me from nosy bartenders,” Reyes grumbled, and then took another swig from his glass.
Kian was about to respond when movement across the bar caught both their attentions. The blond had leaned forward a little, trying to get the bartender to look at her. He moved off without a word to help her, and Reyes returned his focus to his whiskey. He was surprised when, a moment later, the woman downed the last of her beer, slid off her stool, and left the bar. Kian returned with a fresh whiskey for Reyes.
“What’s this?” He asked. His current glass wasn’t quite finished.
“Courtesy of the blond,” Kian said. “She said to tell you, ‘thank you for your service’.”
He eyed the drink warily. “And then she left?” He’d had plenty of drinks bought for him over the years, but the interested party usually hung around to see what their generosity might reward them with.
Kian shrugged. “She’s a regular,” he offered. “Comes in three or four times a month, sits at the bar, usually reading something on her omnitool or working on a datapad. Has a beer or two and then leaves.”
“She ever do something like this before?” He asked, finishing his first whiskey. He shook his head. “No, but I’ve never had a military man looking so goddamn miserable in here before either.”
Reyes chuckled, shaking his head. “Fuck you, Dagher.”
Kian laughed, swept up Reyes’ now empty glass, and then spun to help a couple as they approached the bar. Reyes glanced at the whiskey the blond had paid for. Kian had poured it, he knew it was safe to drink, he just wasn’t used to such chivalrous actions in his honor. He wasn’t sure he deserved it. But, he was never one to let good whiskey go to waste, and Kian knew his stuff.
“So,” the bartender started as he fell back into his cleaning routine. “What’re you going to do now?”
And there was the problem. For once in his life, Reyes Vidal didn’t have a plan. He’d been with the Alliance since he was sixteen, since he’d ran away from the Suns on Elysium. The military had been his whole adult life, with its rules and order, and now he was suddenly aimless.
He shrugged. “I haven’t really figured it out yet,” he admitted. He took a sip of his whiskey, and hissed with surprise. This glass was higher quality than the last one; she’d paid well to thank him. “I’d consider running my own business, if I could get my hands on a shuttle.”
“You’re a pilot?”
“Yeah,” he said. He left out the bit where he was actually one of the Alliance’s best pilots, or the part where his CO had tried to convince him to stay. He wasn’t just a pilot, and that was the whole problem.
“You any good at repairing them?”
Reyes laughed and nodded. “You could say that.”
“I know someone with a junker he’s looking to sell. I could talk to him, if you’re interested.”
Something in Kian’s glance told Reyes that this transaction might not be entirely on the up-and-up, but he shrugged anyway. As long as the shuttle was scrubbed clean, and the trouble wouldn’t fall back on him, he didn’t care where the thing came from.
“Oh, I’m interested,” he said, and knocked back the last of the free whiskey feeling hopeful for the first time that day. His life was his own now, truly, for the first time in ten years. That freedom could be overwhelming, but it was full of potential in a way he’d never known before. Maybe now he could finally do something meaningful to him.
Maybe now he could finally step out from under his father’s shadow and actually be someone.
A/N: Well, this was supposed to come out on Christmas, but I failed. I’m just getting back into writing after my mini break, so forgive me for how long this is. And you’re welcome for all the fluff that’s come from this.
You woke up with Sam by your side. Per his request, and to your excitement, you spent the night. He was still sleeping when you woke up, which surprised you because you were the one who rolled in late.
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas aka the Follow You Down Christmas spectacular/shitshow. I blame @kashyuriart. Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.
Mairon’s phone buzzed, and he
glanced at the text message that had popped up on the screen. One word, sent from Melkor: help.
Mairon rolled his eyes, set his
phone aside, and picked up the report he had been reading. A moment later, his phone buzzed again. Another message from Melkor appeared on the screen:
Mairon clucked his tongue and
turned his phone over, screen facing the desk.
He swiveled his chair gently and skimmed the page in his hand, looking
for where he had left off.
The phone buzzed again. Against his better judgement, Mairon picked
it up and looked at the message that had just arrived: Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelp.
“For God’s sake,” he muttered.
Before he could respond, a barrage
of identical messages began to fill the screen.
“Jesus Christ,” he swore. He pushed himself back from his desk and
stalked across the hall to Melkor’s office, his phone still buzzing incessantly
in his hand. “For the love of God,” he
snapped, pushing into Melkor’s office.
“What do you want?”
“Oh, thank God,” said Melkor, laying
his hand dramatically over his heart. “I
thought you’d never come.”
“What do you want?” asked Mairon
“I need an electrical engineer.”
“I’m not an electrical engineer.”
“That’s not what your master’s
“Oh my God,” said Mairon, throwing
his head back and sighing. “What do you
“Advice,” said Melkor. “From my dear friend, and go-to problem
“Melkor, I swear to God—”
“Alright, alright,” said
Melkor. “Relax. I need you to look at something.” He slid a piece of paper across his desk.
Mairon picked it up, his brows
knitting together as he looked at the scribbled notes. “What am I looking at?”
“Plans,” said Melkor.
“Plans for what?”
“The greatest light display you’ve
ever seen,” said Melkor.
“I don’t know what I expected,”
said Mairon, shaking his head.
“Aw, come on,” said Melkor. “I’ve tried, like, four different
configurations, and I’ve blown a different fuse every time. I’m desperate.”
“You need is an electrician, not an
“But what I have,” said Melkor, “is
an electrical engineer. So…”Mairon
scowled, and Melkor adopted an ingratiating grin. “Please?”
“You know I’m incredibly busy,
“I have like, eight projects I need
to finish before New Year’s.”
“Aw, come on, Scrooge. It’s Christmas.”
“It’s Christmas Eve.”
“You’re a huge drain on my productivity. You know that, right?”
“Is that a yes?”
Mairon sighed. “I want you to know this is resignation, not
willingness. Do you hear me?”
“Nope,” said Melkor, scooping up
his plans and grinning widely. “I can’t
hear you over the sound of Christmas cheer.
Come on,” he said, tossing Mairon his coat and heading for the
door. “I’m parked out front.”
“Holy shit,” said Thuringwethil,
looking around in awe. “I should’ve
brought my sunglasses.”
“Pretty sweet, huh?” said Melkor,
beaming with pride as he looked around at his apartment, which looked vaguely as
though Willy Wonka had been allowed to design a storefront holiday
display. There were lights around every
window and door frame in sight, blinking their blues and greens and reds in a
clash of meandering patterns. There were
soft, white icicle lights strung in zig-zags across the ceiling. Red and silver tinsel lined every windowsill
and wound intricately around the banister of the stairs. There were two trees in the living room, each
at least six feet tall and dripping with so many lights and ornaments that the
boughs drooped dangerously low to the ground.
There were small trees on every side table in sight, each decorated in a
different color. Four stockings hung
over the fireplace, which bled soft light and warmth into the room.
“That’s one word for it,” said
Thuringwethil, eyeing the miniature train that wound around the perimeter of
the room, slaloming between trees and furniture before disappearing through the
doorway and into the kitchen.
“I love it,” said Gothmog, pushing
Thuringwethil inside and closing the door behind them.
“You’re going to blow a fuse,” said
Thuringwethil, looking suspiciously at the lights.
“I’ve got it covered,” said
Melkor. He craned his head toward the kitchen. “Mairon?” he called.
“Still working,” came the reply,
from somewhere in the depths of the cavernous apartment.
“Jesus,” said Gothmog. “Still?
You guys left like, three hours ago.”
“It’s a delicate procedure,” said
“And judging by the amount of
lights already up,” said Thuringwethil, “possibly dangerous as well. Where should I put this stuff?” She held up the bags in her hands.
“What is it?”
“Food,” she said, heading toward
the kitchen. “I brought mashed potatoes,
gravy, and green beans. Gothmog has the
drinks.” She set the bags down carefully
on the counter, the crockery clinking gently as it settled. “I need to heat it up, though. Can I use the oven?”
“Go for it.”
“Did you heat up the ham, or are
you going to wait?”
“The ham,” she said. “Does it need to go in too?’
Um,” said Melkor.
“You forgot, didn’t you?”
“Yes, you did.”
“Then where is it?”
“I have to pick it up,” said
Melkor. “I was just on my way out,
“You’re not going to find one on
this late notice.”
“Bet me,” said Melkor, flashing a
grin as he headed for the door.
“And that’s why we never leave
Melkor in charge of anything,” she said, sighing as she turned the oven on to
preheat. “It’s Christmas dinner, for
crying out loud. How can you forget the
“On the bright side,” said Gothmog,
“we have plenty of wine.”
“Thank God,” said Thuringwethil. “Now if we can just find the corkscrew…”
“Honey!” called Melkor, kicking
open the front door. “I’m home!”
“Wow,” said Gothmog. “That was fast.” He turned in his spot on the couch and craned
to look at Melkor. “What’d you get us?”
“Ham,” said Melkor. “As promised.” He ambled into the kitchen and set an
enormous platter on the counter.
“Oh my God,” said Thuringwethil,
turning away from the stove. “Where’d
you get that?”
“Downst—from your building’s
“You stole the ham from your
building’s community Christmas party?”
“’Stole’ is such a strong word.”
“How about ‘grinched’?” suggested Gothmog,
coming over to inspect the platter.
“To be fair,” said Melkor, “the
Grinch stole the roast beast.”
“The type of meat isn’t really the
issue here,” said Thuringwethil.
“You wanted a ham,” said
Melkor. “I got you a ham.”
“You stole one, you mean.”
“Grinched,” said Gothmog.
“Don’t encourage him,” said
“Alright,” said Mairon, coming into
the kitchen at last. “We may have an
illegal number of extension cords in here, but I think it’ll hold for the night.”
“So everything’s hooked up?” asked
“It’s good to go,” said Mairon, walking
to the counter and surveying the food with interest. “Is that ham?
“It’s stolen,” said Thuringwethil,
frowning at Melkor.
“I don’t even care,” said
Mairon. “I’m starving.”
“Then let’s eat,” said Melkor,
maneuvering a stack of plates out of the cupboard.
“Okay,” said Thuringwethil, “but—”
“Thuringwethil, it’s Christmas.”
“So take this,” said Melkor,
handing her a glass of wine, “and this,” he continued, placing a Santa hat
gently on her head, “and for once in your life, relax.”
“Is it me,” said Gothmog, “or is
this eggnog getting weaker?”
“No,” said Thuringwethil, “you’re
just getting drunker.”
“Yeah,” said Gothmog. “You’re probably right.”
“Drink,” said Melkor, waving his
glass at the TV and sloshing eggnog onto the carpet, “as we watch our hero,
one-time child star Macaulay Culkin, attempt to smash Joe Pesci’s skull with a
“I swear we didn’t drink nearly
this much last year,” said Gothmog, pouring himself a fresh glass.
“We drink exactly the same amount
every year,” said Melkor. “One drink
every time Kevin sets off a trap that could’ve killed someone.”
“At least we’re only watching Home Alone,” said Thuringwethil. “Remember the year we watched the sequel,
“That was my first year, if I
remember correctly,” said Mairon.
“I think you’re right,” said Gothmog. “Somehow, you were the only one who didn’t
get completely shitfaced.”
“How did you manage that?” asked
“I took strategically smaller
sips,” said Mairon.
“Cheater,” said Melkor, dumping
eggnog into Mairon’s glass. “You better
make up for it tonight.”
“Working on it,” said Mairon. He nodded at the screen. “Drink.”
“Look at ‘em,” said Melkor,
feigning disgust as he nodded toward the couch, where Gothmog and Thuringwethil
had fallen asleep. “Couple of
lightweights, I tell you.”
“Give them a break,” said Mairon
mildly, sprawled sideways in a chair.
“It’s been a long month.”
“Yes,” Melkor agreed, sighing. “The fact that it’s over is just about the
best gift I could’ve asked for.”
“Oh, man,” said Mairon, heaving
himself out of his chair and looking around.
“I almost forgot.”
“Shoot,” said Mairon, not
listening. “Where did I put it?”
“Kitchen,” said Melkor, standing up
and trailing Mairon out of the room.
“Good call,” said Mairon, snatching
his jacket from the kitchen table and rummaging in the pocket.
“What are you looking for?” asked
Melkor, leaning against the island.
“This,” said Mairon triumphantly,
pulling a slightly crumpled envelope from his pocket and turning around.
“What is it?”
“A gift,” said Mairon, smoothing it
gently. He walked over to the island and
held the envelope out in front of him.
“Merry Christmas, Melkor,” he said.
“No fair,” said Melkor. “This is a no-present party.”
“I know,” said Mairon. “But I couldn’t resist.”
Melkor broke the envelope’s seal
and fished out a piece of paper, folded in thirds. Setting aside the envelope, he pulled open
the folded paper and scanned it. His
eyes widened as he read, and he looked up at Mairon, mouth agape. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Patent papers on the Silmaril
programs,” said Mairon. “It’s still
“It’s perfect,” said Melkor firmly,
crossing the distance between them. He
lifted Mairon’s chin and kissed him gently on the lips. “Absolutely perfect,” he murmured, kissing
him again. “Which makes it, like, doubly
terrible that I didn’t get anything for you.”
“Keep that up,” said Mairon, “and
we’ll call it even.”
Hanji Zoe was never one to care about looks. Practical and comfortable clothes were her thing, no need for dresses or skirts, as they would only get dirty. As a park ranger, she always on the hiking trails, giving tours, stopping the “accidental” out of season hunter, or tracking local fauna. Being surrounded by nature was Hanji’s true calling.
Donning her glasses, Hanji checked herself in the mirror.
She styled her hair into a messy updo, “Now I’m ready.”
Hanji grabbed her keys, before feeding her pet.
“Behave my little Bean, and I’ll promise I’ll give you a surprise.”
The iguana’s tail slightly twitched.
“That’s my boy!”
Somewhere in her cluttered house a clock rang out, the muted strikes making Hanji panic.
“I’m late and I have a meeting today! Bye Bean!”
If someone had ever told Levi Ackerman he would become a high school speech teacher, he would have probably popped their tires and siphoned their gas from the car. But fate had its own plans, and here he was waiting for the bell to ring. Taking a sip from his coffee mug, he skimmed over his class roster and nodded to himself.
“Alright, the bell has rung so I want you all in your seats.”
His steely blue eyes glazed over the anxious students faces as they all took their seats, “Very well. Let’s begin.”
He set his mug down, straightened his roster and picked up a red pen, “Marco?”
No one answered.
Levi glanced up, “Who said that?”
The students all pointed to snickering boy. Levi walked up to the boy and set his hand down on his desk, “You think this is funny?”
The boy bit his lips and shook his head.
“So you’re a comedian? What’s your name?”
“Connie Springer, sir,” he stifled a laugh.
“Pringles?” Levi asked causing the other students to giggle.
“Well, thanks to Pringles, we are all going to begin today with a nice impromptu speech on our favorite hobbies. I want it to be two minutes long, no ‘ums’, 'like’ or uh’ or minus five points each time you use them.
The class groaned, some even turning to Connie.
"Don’t blame me, blame Pringles,” Levi said as he motioned for a shaking blond kid to step up to the front of the class.
“Thank you for volunteering, now begin.”
Hanji? Hanji Zoe? Is that you?“
Hanji turned at the sound of her name, she scanned the grocery store, her brown eyes meeting with the blue eyes of a petite woman.
The two women wove through the crowds and pulled each other into a warm hug.
“My goodness, Hanji, it’s been forever!”
“I know! Look at you! Still looking as fit as ever!” Hanji said as the friends now stood facing each other.
“Thank you. And what’s up the whole walking traffic cone get up?”
“Oh!” Hanji blushed, bringing her left hand to the back of her head, “This is my uniform.”
“As traffic director?” Rico asked.
“No, as park ranger!”
“Really? Hey do you think you get me discount on the tickets? I’m taking my history class for a field trip next month.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Rico stepped aside to let a couple pass, “Hey are you going to the reunion next week?”
Hanji’s eyebrows furrowed, “There’s a reunion next week?”
“Yeah, the invitations were sent out like a month ago. Didn’t you get them?”
“No…I’m not sure.”
Rico smiled, “No worries, I’ll talk to party committee. Hey do you want to go get coffee tomorrow?”
Hanji nodded, “I’d love too.”
It was Friday, Levi’s favorite day of the week.
“I saw Hanji a few days ago.”
Levi’s ears pricked at the word “Hanji”. He stopped stirring his coffee and slowly turned around to see Rico, a history teacher, and Moblit, a kindergarten teacher, talking together.
“Really? How is she?” Moblit exclaimed.
“She’s doing great! She’s engaged apparently.”
Levi choked on his coffee and began to cough loudly, pounding on his chest. The hot drink burning his throat.
“Four eyes is engaged? Since when?!”
Rico and Moblit looked at Levi unsure what to say.
“Yes,” Rico slowly said, “She met him during one of her hiking excursions. They’ve been together for about three years.”
Moblit cleared his throat, “Is she coming to the reunion?”
“She lost the invitation.”
“Typical,” Levi muttered.
“Actually, Levi, do you think you can send her another one? She just can’t miss it. It’s been ten years already.”
Rico resumed talking to Moblit, ignoring Levi.
Levi dumped his coffee into the sink and quickly washed his mug. He left the teacher’s lounge without saying a word.
“Rico, do you think that after all these years, he still has-”
“Feelings? No. I don’t think so. He may feel jealous though.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Trust me Moblit, jealousy and love are too different things.”
Hanji spent the entire weekend cleaning her house from top to bottom. The invitation had to be here somewhere. There tucked in one of her desk drawers, was the reunion invitation.
“Found it Bean!” She exclaimed as she clutched an envelope with her name beautifully written across it.
She huffed, making her bangs fly out of her eyes, “Levi must have written this.”
Her fingers traced over her name. Hanji always found it funny how a man so coarse and rough had the most elegant penmanship.
Careful as ever she began to open the envelope. Suddenly the door bell rang causing her hand to jerk forward and tear the envelope.
“Fantastic,” she grumbled.
She shoved the envelope into her jean’s pocket and went to answer the door.
“Yes?” She asked swinging the door open. There stood Levi Ackerman on her front steps with a heavy scowl on his face.
Even though it’s had been years since she had seen Levi, her heart began pounding against her chest. He always looked good in his black leather jacket.
“Do you know how damn hard it was finding your stupid house?” Levi asked, annoyance coating his words.
Hanji couldn’t form any words, “Sorry…no?”
“Freaking hard! Who the hell lives so far away from the city? And why are dressed like a traffic cone?”
Levi moved passed her entered her home, leaving Hanji slightly confused.
She closed the door and followed Levi into her kitchen.
“Do you want water? Tea?”
Levi shook his head, “Look i just came to deliver this,” he held out his hand, “Rico, said you never got yours.”
Hanji blushed, “Um, yeah, thanks.” She took the invitation from his hand, their fingers brushing past each other’s. Hanji looked away as she set it down on her counter.
As Hanji found the right words to say, Levi looked around for any clues of her engagement, anything that signified she was taken. Bingo.
A lone black coat was draped across a chair. It didn’t match her style nor her house decorations. But he didn’t notice how Hanji was looking at him. He’s distracted, Hanji thought, admiring his side profile. “He hasn’t changed one bit.
"Before I go, why are dressed like that?”
Hanji was brought back to reality, “I’m a park ranger. This is my uniform.”
“Are you sure an orange jacket, a yellow, and khaki pants don’t scare away animals?”
“It’s so I’m found quickly during emergencies.”
His eyes met with Hanji’s and he was about to ask her about her engagement when his phone rang.
“Shit, I have to pick up Petra from the airport,” he pulled his phone out of his pocket, “I have to go, I’ll see myself out. See you next week Four Eyes.”
With a weary heart, Hanji followed Levi, saw him leave, and proceeded lock her door.
“Right…he’s with her.”
Dragging her feet, she plopped down on her sofa. She took a deep breath. Levi’s cologne still lingered in the house and it smelled good…or was she smelling the cleaning products she used?
Hanji rubbed her face and pulled out the crumpled invitation and began to read it.
“You’re cordially invited…blah blah…ten year reunion…blah blah…next Saturday evening at the school gym…. Formal attire?!”
Hanji jumped up from the sofa, “Shit, shit, shit! I have nothing to wear that’s formal! Bean! I’m going out!”
Hanji sat inside her car waiting outside the school parking lot debating whether or not to go inside. She saw one of her old friends and took a deep breath. It was now or never.
After a few drinks, Hanji had relaxed. She had found out Mike and Nanaba were married, Erwin had become a top military general (two things that were of no great surprise to her).
“So, where’s the fiancé?” Rico asked as she sat down beside Hanji. Hanji turned red and looked at Rico and the people at her table.
“Uh, he couldn’t come tonight. He’s too busy with work.”
Rico smiled mischievously, “Do you have a picture of him?”
Hanji blushed, “Yeah, but I left my phone in the car, let me go and get it.”
She excused herself and headed out, her heart beating loudly. Her little white lie had gone out of proportion. The loud music was making her head hurt, all the couple dancing, made her stomach twist into knots as bad memories flooded into her mind. Hanji pushed the gym door and stepped outside into the cool fall night.
“You haven’t changed one bit haven’t you Four Eyes.”
Hanji jumped at the sound of Levi’s voice.
Levi tossed his cigarette to the floor and stepped on it.
“You’re still wearing suits and ties to formal events.”
“Oh, yeah..I hate wearing dresses to events.”
Levi smiled softly, “I figured.”
“So, Moblit told me you’re teaching here.”
“Yeah,” Levi nodded, running his hand through his black hair, “I teach a speech class. Bunch of nervous wrecks.”
Hanji leaned against the brick wall, “I can’t see you teaching a speech class, let alone teaching.”
Levi rolled his eyes, “Thanks.”
They stood in silence, the loud upbeat music changing into a slower tempo.
“You remember when you asked me out to the winter dance?”
Hanji looked up at the moon, “Yeah. You said yes but then ditched me mid dance.”
Levi stuffed his hands into his pockets, “Can I fix that?”
Hanji glanced at Levi, “What do mean?”
“Shit, Four Eyes, I know you’re blind, but can’t you hear? I said can fix that?”
Hanji straightened herself and took Levi’s hand into hers. As he held her close, Hanji couldn’t help but ask Levi if he was seeing someone.
“So you and Petra…are together?”
“What the hell? No!”
“But the other day you-”
“She asked me to pick her up from the airport! Her stupid boyfriend is stuck in the hospital. He hit his face and is getting stitches.”
The two slowly swayed to the faint music, Levi realizing this would be his last dance with Hanji.
“So when’s the wedding?”
Hanji pulled away from Levi, “The what?!”
“The wedding with your perfect fiancé.”
Hanji let out a deep laugh, “Oh God, I lied to Rico. She kept pestering me about my romantic life and I made up a guy and a name. I’m single-”
Hanji was cut off as Levi dipped her and placed his lips against hers.
Hanji closed her eyes and cupped his face, kissing him back.
As they slowly pulled away, Hanji straightened herself, but kept her hands on Levi’s face.
“What the hell was that for?”
“I wanted you to shut up. And I owed you a kiss.”
“Ten years too late, Ackerman.”
“I was worried that was going to happen, so my plan was to just kiss you goodbye.”
“And since when are so freaking romantic? You ditched me to go dance with another girl all those years back! You left me as a fool with a broken heart that night! And when I saw you at my door last week I realized I still loved you, and now this?!”
Levi sighed, “I know. I am sorry. Believe me, that night still haunts me, I’ve felt like an idiot all these years. But, when I heard Rico say you’re we’re engaged I thought I had lost you and then I saw a black coat and-”
“At your house.”
“Levi, you pint sized idiot, that’s yours. It’s been at my place all these years. You left it in my car, my God you are stupid.”
Levi rolled his eyes, “Whatever.”
Hanji placed a kiss on his forehead, “Let’s go back inside, Moblit was telling me how you torture the kids in your class.”
“And what, I can’t tell you that in person?”
“I’ve missed Moblit.”
Hanji took Levi’s hand into hers, “Or, we can go get a drink. There’s like a ten year gap in our lives.”
Levi smiled, “That’s a much better idea.”
“You have your ID right? You look like kid.”
“Screw you Hanji.”
She laughed as they walked past the gym’s windows.
“I told you they still had feelings for each other,” Moblit said as he elbowed Rico.
“Pay up,” Erwin echoed as he held out his hand to Rico.
Title: Look to the Future Now, It’s Only Just Begun
Pairing: US x UK
Word Count: 10,807
Summary: Pottertalia. Arthur and Alfred are paired up to read each other’s love fortunes in Divination class. Naturally, they’re both too obvlious to realise that the signs are pointing to each other.
Notes: A Secret Santa gift for flamingoflamel. I’m a sucker for Pottertalia, so I may have gotten a bit carried away with your prompt: I managed to write over 10,000 words, despite the fact that nothing happens in this story. No joke: they’re literally just sitting in class the entire time, apart from the end where they walk down the stairs. Wow. Very action. Much plot. I sincerely apologise for letting this get so long. All I can say is I hope you like adorkable obliviousness, teenage boys blushing and long descriptions about hand touching.
Summary: AU. Dean and the reader are set up on a blind date a few weeks before Christmas, and things kind of seem too good to be true. They decide to have twelve dates beginning with their first and ending with Christmas, to see if spending all that time together will change their minds – and their feelings.
Word Count: 2235
Warnings: FLUFF. Some PG-rated flirting (only saying that because of the implication behind the statement). Reader falls asleep with Dean again. Sorry not sorry that I found an excuse to make that happen. Benny and Jo make a cameo as an adorable married couple.
You were extremely pleased at how well the meeting between Ethan and Dean went. With the exception of Dean meeting your father and brothers, this had been the introduction you were most anxious about. The two men talked sports and work mostly, but when Dean left, you could tell Ethan’s handshake was a genuine gesture.
The two of you walked out to Dean’s truck together. He wrapped his arms around you and sighed.
“What is it?” you asked.
Dean shrugged. “It’s probably weird, but I wish I could take you home with me. Not for anything questionable. I want to fall asleep with you again.”
You smiled and shook your head. “Not weird. I wouldn’t mind that either.”
“Someday,” Dean smiled before kissing you. “Hey, for tomorrow’s date, I was –”
The radio on your shoulder beeped and dispatch called for your unit to respond to a call. As you ran back toward the station, you yelled over your shoulder, “Text me about the date, but whatever it is, my answer is yes!”
Dean didn’t know what it was about watching you high-tail it into the station to get in that ambulance and do what you did best, but he knew that his heart swelled a little more for you in that moment.
When you pulled into Dean’s driveway the next evening, you tried to remember that things had been going well so far, you were a relatively normal person, and there wasn’t anything to worry about.
But going to dinner and then a Christmas baking class with Dean’s best friend Benny and Benny’s wife Jo had your nerves grated raw. More so even than your first date with Dean had.
“Benny and Jo are going to love you,” Dean assured when he caught you chewing on your nails during the drive to the restaurant. “Benny has that laid back personality like you, but you can tough-girl it out with Jo. They’re a fun match, and I think you’ll like them, too.”
Only twenty minutes later, you were already feeling much more calm. Benny’s quiet, Southern character was calming, and Jo’s quick with had you laughing very quickly into the dinner date. The restaurant was busy that night, and the four of you were two rounds into drinks before your food came out.
“I love Italian,” you said, excitedly looking over the food on your plate. “Big thanks to whoever picked the restaurant.”
“You’re welcome,” Jo winked.
“The baking class was her idea, too,” Benny piped up. “She’s lucky I love her. Bakin’ ain’t exactly my cup of tea.”
“You’ll be a pro in no time,” Jo smiled at him.
The love that was obvious between Jo and Benny made your sappy heart swell. Dean must have noticed the look on your face because he reached for your hand again on the drive to the baking class and asked about it.
“They’re so in love, and you can tell,” you answered, only a little embarrassed about your hopeless romantic showing through. “It’s just sweet to see.”
“Think we’ll get there someday?”
You took a deep breath and stepped outside of your comfort zone. “If I’m completely honest, I think we’ll get there sooner than we think, Spark.”
Dean smiled and kissed the back of your hand; you weren’t sure you’d seen his eyes sparkle quite like that yet. You could feel the blush creeping up when he didn’t say anything; maybe it had been the wrong thing to say?
“If you could say something to that, I would probably feel a lot less like a lame-o right about now,” you admitted.
Dean chuckled and squeezed your hand. “You are not a ‘lame-o’, now or ever. I’m just glad that you’re opening up to me about how you feel a little more, and I’m trying not to make any sudden movements.”
Well, that still didn’t tell you anything. “Make a sudden movement, please.”
He let out a breath and glanced over at you before training his eyes back on the road. “What can I say, Y/N? I think you’re right. We’re going to get there a lot sooner than we think.”
The blush creeped up again; there was no telling if your cheeks or your heart were warmer just then.
There were ten couples at the baking class, including the two of you, and Benny and Jo. The couples looked to be a wide range of all ages, and you knew this was going to be lots of fun.
Each couple had their own little station to work at – it reminded you of a Home Ec class you’d taken in junior high. There were two Christmas-themed aprons waiting at the station – your souvenirs for the evening, besides whatever you baked – and while you threw yours on without hesitation, Dean eyed his carefully.
“Come on, Winchester,” you prodded. “It’s all part of the fun.”
“An apron with dancing elves and sugar plums is part of the fun?”
“It is tonight,” you laughed. You put the apron over his head and reached around his waist to tie the strings. Only loud enough so the two of you could hear, you looked up at Dean with a mischievous glint to your eye and said, “If you wear the apron and at least pretend to have a good time, Sparky, I’ll make it worth your while.”
“If that’s the case, I say we get this show on the road,” Dean grinned, donning a Santa hat that also been put out at the station.
You giggled and kissed his cheek as the instructor took to the front of the class to introduce himself. The class started off with simple gingerbread cookies that you would bake and decorate after the dough had a chance to chill for a bit. While it chilled, the instructor walked the couples through a candy recipe involving white and milk chocolate candy bark, M&Ms, candy canes, and red and green food coloring.
Mixing the dough had gone relatively smoothly, except for the flour somehow ending up smudged on your cheeks and in Dean’s hair, but the candy quickly proved that while you and Dean both enjoyed sweets, the extent of your baking skills ended at holiday cookies, and Dean’s baking skills … well, he tried.
Your Christmas bark ended up looking like a big mess of all the ingredients, especially since the two chocolates had swirled together, along with the red and green food coloring, creating this strange, not-so-Christmas-y color.
“It looks like Santa barfed,” you whispered to Dean as he placed the plate in the little freezer for the candy to harden over.
Dean burst into laughter and nearly dropped the plate. “Don’t make me laugh, pretty girl, or Santa’s bark if going to end up all over the floor here.”
After that, it was time to roll out the gingerbread dough and use the cookie cutters to get the cookies in shapes of gingerbread men, Santa’s hat, candy canes, reindeer heads, and snowmen with top hats. As they came out of the oven and cooled, Dean was inspired by your Santa barf comment to make some, er, interesting decorations on some of the cookies.
There were a few gingerbread men with frowns and glittery “barf” spread down the front of their torsos. Some of the reindeer had extremely unrealistic looking smiles, and most of the snow men were either holding a wrench, a screwdriver, or a mug of beer. Fortunately, he couldn’t come up with anything quite so clever for the candy canes or the cookies shaped like Santa’s hat.
“I hope you don’t plan on giving these to anyone. I mean, I’m down to take some home, but this is a lot of cookies!” you laughed.
Dean gave a proud smile. “I’ll take the questionable ones to the garage – the guys’ll get a kick out of them. The nice ones, I’ll take to Mom and Sammy.”
“I’m sure they know you well enough to not be surprised if a few of the ‘questionable’ cookies sneak into their bundles.”
“You’re probably right about that,” Dean laughed.
Although you expected some kind of mischief from Dean during clean up, he was surprisingly well-behaved. Once all the food was packaged up – including the Santa barf – the four of you once again headed for your cars. While you’d been inside, a mixture of snow and sleet had started to fall, so Dean and Benny made the gentlemanly decision to pull up to the door for you and Jo, so you wouldn’t have to walk much through the cold.
“It was nice to meet you, Y/N,” Jo offered. “It’s been a while since Dean’s brought around anyone that he’s taken out. Usually after a couple of dates, he finds something wrong with the girl. With you though – I don’t think Benny and I have heard of much else since that first date.”
“That’s good to hear. I really like him,” you admitted to her. “I’m glad the four of us got to do this tonight. Hopefully there will be more time in the future to hang out again.”
Jo smiled as Benny’s truck pulled up to the door, followed by Dean’s. “I don’t doubt that there will be. Have Dean give you my number sometime; we’ll hang out without these silly boys.”
You laughed and agreed hanging out would be great, then you and Jo made a run for the trucks. You were grateful for you coat, but wished you hat worn a hat, too – anything to keep your head and hair from getting wet. Dean was prepared though, and turned the heater up on high until you were warmed up.
A normally ten-to-twelve-minute drive took nearly thirty. The sleet was freezing onto the streets, and the radio warned of black ice anywhere and everywhere throughout the city.
“Can’t wait to drive over to the next county in this tomorrow morning.” You rolled your eyes; you’d have to be up extra early to give yourself enough time to get there safely.
“I can take you,” Dean offered. “Not that I don’t trust your driving, but at least then I won’t worry so much about you being safe on the roads.”
You smiled. “That’s sweet, but you’d have to be up early, and what if you didn’t get to work on time?”
“I have an hour after you clock in to get to work, since tomorrow’s Friday.” Dean’s face turned pensive. “If you’re all right with it, we can crash at my place or yours tonight and I’ll take you to work in the morning.”
You thought about that for a few moments. This would be the second time you and Dean would be sleeping together – just sleeping – but you technically weren’t even dating yet. Shaking your head, you decided not to overthink the particulars, and agreed that it wasn’t a bad idea.
“I’ll get spoiled,” you told him, “sleeping next to you every now and then. It’s going to make me want to sleep next to you all the time.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” Dean replied, really turning on that Winchester charm. “So, what’ll be, pretty girl? Your place or mine?”
Since the last time the two of you had stayed at your place, and most of your in-house dates had been there, you opted to stay at Dean’s for the night. He took you by your place to get your uniform and the other things you’d need to get ready for work, then the two of you carefully made way for his house.
With the weather being what it was, and the stop at your house, it was nearly an hour and a half after you left the cooking class before you got to Dean’s. While he put away the baked goods, you changed into your comfiest pair of sweat pants and an old t-shirt from your high school cheerleading days.
“A cheerleader? Now you’re just trying to give me ideas, Y/N,” Dean teased as scooted closer to you on the bed.
You pulled the covers up to your chin and tried to play it off. “It was a long time ago. I doubt I could do any of those moves anymore.”
“I bet you’d surprise yourself,” Dean replied as he turned off the lamp on the nightstand. “You comfortable? I can leave the bathroom light on if the dark bothers you.”
“As long as I’m with you, I’m okay.” You realized you’d just implied you were afraid of the dark; while that wasn’t usually the case, being a not-so-familiar place in the dark did have you grateful you weren’t by yourself.
Dean rolled to his back and pulled you to him. Your cheek was against his chest, and you could hear the steady beat of his heart. His strong arm went around your shoulder, and your arm draped over his abdomen. Dean leaned down a little to kiss the top of your head.
“I think I also agree with you about getting spoiled with this,” he said quietly. “I bet I sleep damn good tonight.”
“Me, too,” you agreed with a yawn. “And not just because I’m sleepy.”
Dean fingers found your chin and tilted your chin up so he could kiss you good night. “Sweet dreams, pretty girl.”
You kissed him a second and third time before snuggling back with your ear again in position to hear his heart beat. “Sleep tight, Sparky.”
Summary: Demons dont understand Christmas but everything works out anyway (though Furuichi disagrees)
Pairing: very mild Ogafuru
Rating: PG-13 (or PG)
Thanks thebibi on beelzebub, your knowledge saved me a few hours of researching
He’d assumed this Christmas would be fun; with Furuichi’s parents and sister off on a trip, he and Furuichi would have the house to themselves, to play new videogames all night long and let Hilda roam with the babies without the constant worry of one of them doing something Furuichi’s family shouldn’t see (Baby Beelz’s sister’s tantrums meant earthquakes, and Beel was on that stage where liked to chew on anything – specially steel since that didn’t break too easily).
Now that he was within sight of Furuichi’s gate, Oga had a feeling things wouldn’t be as fun as he expected.
Title: Secret Santa Ship: Westallen Rating: Naughty
The precinct does Secret Santa every year, but Iris buys the gift for whoever Joe pulls.
“I got Eddie,” Barry frowns, tossing the name on the coffee table. Iris is sitting opposite him, nursing a large hot chocolate. It’s been a long shift, and she abandoned her shoes under the table a while ago, and balanced her feet happily on Barry’s knee.
“Oooh,” Iris scrunches her nose up.
“So?” Barry rests his hand on her ankle. “What should I get him?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come on, you know what he would like.”
Iris tilts her head, and bites back her lip.
Barry’s face is suddenly stern. He waves a finger at her. “Don’t you dare say it.”
“You couldn’t get him what he likes.” Iris grins and does the goofiest fake-wink he’s ever seen.
*screeches into your ask* HOLSOM!! Also congrats on the 1k followers, I've only recently stumbled into fandom but I've been doing some major catching up and your blog is awesome :) if you're still taking prompts I'd love to see a charity date auction for Holsom (or like totally AU it up in here with princes?). Thanks :D
Hi! Welcome to the Check Please sinkhole! If you had other hobbies (like I did, once) I’m sorry.
And hooray for the 5th Holsom! (also to the other anon who requested a single dads fic, you get another one, it’s going to be Zimbits centred so I hope you enjoy).
Justin isn’t entirely sure how he got roped into this. It’s
his ex-wife’s benefit, so surely he
got out of going to things like this when he, y’know, got divorced. But
apparently, that isn’t the case, because March and April show up together at
his apartment to drag him to the gala.
“Come on, Justin!” they said. “It’ll be fun!”
Against his better judgement and apparently insubstantial
arguments, he ends up at the gala anyway.
“All you have to do is bid on one of the items,” March
assures him, straightening his bowtie. “And then you can go home and…do
whatever it is you do on your nights off.”
Justin frowns at her. “I thought I got out of this when we
stopped being married.”
“Oh, honey,” March says, patting him on the cheek. “We have
a five year old. We are never not going to be connected like this.”
Justin heaves a sigh and is very glad that Ellie is staying
with her grandparents in Toronto for the week.
“So what’s the auction,” Justin says, too exasperated to
make it into a question.
“You’ll see,” April says with a sly grin.
Justin sighs again. “I hate it when you do that.”
“Do what?” April asks, continuing with the sly grin.
“Smile like that,” Justin replies.
“Why?” March asks. “It’s her sexiest smile.”
“Yeah, I know, it reminds me of the fact we invited her to
bed with us and then she stole my wife,” Justin points out.
March rolls her eyes, because it’s been long enough by now
that there’s no room for actual bad feelings. April pats him on the arm
consolingly, and they go to take their seats.
Merry Christmas to everyone out there! :D I hope you all are having a great time with your familys and friends! <3<3<3 And since I announced it 19 days ago here is my Christmas present for you guys, my personal JokerXReader Christmas Special One Shot. :* I hope you’ll enjoy it and I wish you all wonderful Christmas days! :** <3
I want for Christmas is you
„Where are you
going? What about the Christmas dinner?“, Dick asked irritated as I was about
to leave Wayne Manor.
„I’m sorry but I
won’t stay for dinner this year. I have to visit someone special this year“, I
said with an apologizing smile.
„You mean the same
person that you visited last year, am I right?“, he asked frowning.
„Maybe“, I smiled.
„And don’t you
wanna tell us who it is?“
„Nope, that’s a
secret“, I responded cheerful.
„Oh come on, don’t
look at me like that, I’ve spent literally the whole day with you and Bruce. I
really have to go now and don’t even think about following me, Dick Grayson. I
wish you two Merry Christmas. By then!“
„Yeah but … (Y/N)!
Dick gave up on calling
my name as soon as I sat in my little white car, that wasn’t even visible under
all that snow which was surrounding the entry of Wayne Manor and of course
whole Gotham City by now.
myself I looked down at the little present that I placed carefully on the
passenger seat, smiling to myself I remembered the last Christmas …
I’m sorry to ask but shouldn’t even you be home on Christmas Eve?“, one of the
guards at the Arkham Asylum asked as I was about to enter the great entrance.
was clothed in my usual (d/c) dress, black stockings and (s/c) shoes, my hands
were wrapped in a pair of (g/c) gloves and my eyes were covered behind a black
mask, the one I was usually wearing when I was out working with Batman.
this time I wasn’t working with him.
was Christmas Eve and I decided to visit someone very special today.
could ask you the same question“, I smiled.
guard sighed and led me through the Asylum.
I wouldn’t want to deal with the clown on Christmas, you’re not exactly a lucky
one, aren’t you?“
it’s my job“, I just commented his statement.
„Well than, have fun“, the guard said
sarcastically, opening the door to the visitors room and then closing it behind
made a face at the man which was standing behind the door now, then I turned
around to the man that I was visiting.
smiled slightly at the Joker.
seemed a little puzzled even though he didn’t really show it, but I could see
it in his eyes.
Christmas little clown. I know you’re probably not in a happy mood right now,
stuck in this hell hole, but I thought it would make a difference if I’m here
as well, spending the last hours of Christmas with you … …“
fell silent for a moment, because he wasn’t answering.
just stared at me, like I was some kind of hallucination and I was wondering if
they had given him some tranquilizers to avoid that he would do something
terrible on Christmas Eve.
know that you kinda wanted to spend Christmas with me, before they arrested you
few hours ago he had been a free man and was about to lead whole Gotham City
through his own Christmas with the Joker TV Show.
kidnapping the police Comissioner James Gordon, his right hand Detective
Bullock and Gotham City’s most annoying reporter Summer Gleeson.
because he wanted me to find him, of course he didn’t say it, he disguised his
actual purpose in a lot of hidden words.
first everyone thought he just wanted Batman and the entire city to have the
most horrible Christmas ever, with dozens of dead people and stuff but as soon
as we nearly arrived at his hiding place I remembered all the things he said in
his live coverage.
„Batsy it would be
clever to bring reinforcement before you’re trying to bring me down …“
„Everyone in this
city even the criminals are spending the day with their lovely, lovely familys
but because I don’t have any family, I decided to steal one HA HA HA! Maybe
little (Y/N) wants to be my family, when she’s here, what do you think Jim?
Sounds nice, doesn’t it?“
„Bats what do you think,
I blow you up with this whole city and (Y/N) and I are spending Christmas
really did I?“, Mr J asked now grinning at me, like this was all just a joke.
course he wouldn’t admit it, he was the Joker after all, he wasn’t someone who’s
loved or who loves back, even if they were feelings that started to make him
feel uncomfortable in his own skin.
know you did.“
fell silent again, after he realised that I was serious.
that’s for you“, I finally said and shoved a little present towards him.
thoughtful …“, he whispered and looked at the present then back to me.
is it?“, he asked.
some Christmas biscuit, since the food here is so bad“, I smiled.
wanna try one?“
you’re willing to feed me, doll“, he cackled insinuating to his straightjacket.
guess I have to, poor baby“, I giggled, opening the box and shoving one of the
biscuits into his mouth.
homemade aren’t they, princess?“, Mr J smiled widely after finishing the
I said with reddened cheeks.
„How lovely, spending the whole day in the
kitchen just to make biscuits for a criminal lunatic like me. You really are a
good girl, (Y/N). And you know what good girls get from Santa J, hm?“
shook my head.
me“, I said.
a little closer, angel“, he purred.
did like I was told and just a second later, I felt warm lips pressed against
mine, followed by a tongue and the sweet taste of Christmas biscuits …
Yes it was true,
last year right at that time I fell head over heels for the Joker.
Gotham City’s most
But to be true, I
never really saw him as a villain.
Yes I’m still
working with Batman and Robin against all the criminal lunatics in this city
but with him it always had been something else and I knew he was feeling the
same way even if he would never admit it.
We had fun with
each other whenever Batman, Robin and I were after him.
It had always been
a game to us and now I knew why.
I was on my way
downtown Gotham, the place where the underworld was ruling over the city.
But tonight on
Christmas even the streets oft he gangster alleys were empty, everyone was at
home no matter what kind of criminal they were, everyone was enjoying
Christmas, all of them but one.
I shook my head in disbelief
as I saw the golden entrance of his club full illuminated even though no single
soul was here.
He couldn’t be
seriously sitting in there, and waiting for Christmas to end.
A sigh left my
mouth as I parked my car and stepped out into the snow white night of Gotham
It was cold like
hell and the way from my car to the entrance of the club made my hands froze on
the present that I was carrying.
Not even one of the
bouncers were here.
I opened the door
and found myself standing into an completely empty club.
Really no one was
here, not even a bartender.
Slowly I walked
towards the VIP area remembering all the times I had been here playing little
games with Mr J or sometimes just showing up for fun, but this was the first
time I was here without my masking.
„I got it, got it,
got it. It’s Christmas no one is coming today, calm down Frost.“
I grinned at Frost after
hearing J’s annoyed voice.
He really wasn’t a
big fan of Christmas, but last year he really had seemed to enjoy it, maybe I
just had to refresh his memory a bit.
„No, boss. I was
just trying to say that you’ve got a visitor“, Frost said.
„A visitor? And who
Frost who could that be on such an important
day?“, J asked obviously not amused.
Well this day
really must have pissed him off.
Carefully I stepped
into the VIP area, smiling as I saw J’s facial expression turn from anger into
his big signature grin.
„Oooh, what do we
have here? Originating a new tradition, how lovely. Come over, doll. Sit on
daddy’s lap. Frost why are you still standing there? Go bring the lady some …
what was it that you used to drink on Christmas, doll?“, J asked.
„It’s called tea
with baked apple and cinnamon flavor“, I smiled.
„Yes that one! Go
and get her some of … that stuff“, he said and gestured for Frost to leave the
„You really hate
Christmas“, I laughed after doffing my white whinter coat.
„I don’t hate it,
doll. I just don’t like it“, he simply said, then pulled me onto his lap, after
I came closer to him.
„But last year you
liked it“, I mocked him.
„I didn’t like it,
I liked that you came to visit me“, he corrected me.
I blushed at the
sudden use of this words.
„What’s that?“, he
suddenly asked pointing at the present box in my hands as if he wanted to
distract from what he just said.
„That’s for Frost“,
I said and couldn’t hold on myself after seeing his facial expression change
into an „He’s dead“ look.
„Just a joke, open
it, it’s yours“, I smiled and gave it to him.
„Oooh you little
minx, you“, he said cackling and opened the box.
„I know you’ve lost
yours last year, so I thought I’ll get you a new one“, I said after he saw the
gold and purple jackknife.
I watched him as he
flicked the knife open in fascination and I knew he was probably fantasizing
about the next victim which would die by the blade.
„Where did you get
it?“, he asked looking me deep in the eyes.
He wouldn’t say it
but I could see in his eyes that he really appreciated this gesture.
„Just a few blocks
away from here, there’s a small arms shop, I walked past it three or four weeks
ago and saw it in the window. It reminded me of you, so-“
I was cut off by my
sentence as he grabbed my neck and pulled me into a rough and passionate kiss.
That was his way to
say thank you.
„Daddy has got
something for you too, princess“, he purred after breaking the kiss for a
„Stay with your
After a few seconds
I felt something small and cold on my neck.
I touched it with
my eyes still closed.
Was that a
„Open your eyes,
I did and as I
looked down I saw a small and subtle necklace laying on my exposed skin.
The necklace itself
was made of gold and on it their hung a cute little pendant, it was a purple
shiny little J with a tiny green emerald down the letter.
„J …“, I whispered
turning my head to face him.
But before I could
speak further he cupped my face into his warm hands.
„Do you know what
this means, kitten?“, he growled, his cold blue eyes darkened in desire whilst
„It means that you
belong to me. You’re mine and I won’t let you leave again. You’re not working
for Batsy anymore, you’re all mine. Your daddy wants you kitten, and that means
you’re staying with me, till the very end.“
He pulled me into
an even more intense kiss but this one was soon interrupted by Frost.
„Miss, your tea“,
J just glared at
him for interrupting us, but I smiled at him apologizing as I saw that his
shoulders and his suit were full of snow.
He must have been
outside to get my tea, poor Frosty.
„Oh, thank you,
Frost. Wait, I still have got something for you“, I said after J was about to
send him back where he came from.
Frost stared at me
a little irritated what was really something else in contrast to his usual
stoic facial expression.
I pulled a little
package out oft my coat-pocket and gave it to him.
„Thank you, Miss
but that really wouldn’t have been necessary I-“
„Oh come on, just
open it“, I smiled.
„Yes, open it
Frost“, J growled behind me.
He wasn’t delighted
that I really had a Christmas present for good old Frost.
Frost opened the
package taking a brand new light blue tie in his hands.
And for the very
first time I saw J’s right hand smiling.
„Thank you, (Y/N)“,
he said, whilst J was growling behind me, because I wasn’t paying attention to
Frosty“, I said.
„Would you please
now do us a favor and leave“, J said waving with his new jackknife in his right
„Yes, boss“, Frost
said now with his usual stoic face and left as soon as he came.
„And you come here“, J growled.
I smiled and sat on
his lap again, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him wildly.
He purred into the
kiss as his strong hands slid under the white dress I was wearing, pulling
seductivly on my panties.
„What are you
doing?“, I giggled as his fingers made their way to my already wet pussy.
„You never heard
of Christmas punishment?“, he growled, making me moan under his kiss and his
„J!“, I squeaked
after he slapped my ass.
He cackled now
kissing his way down my neck, leaving bruises there to let everyone know to
whom I belong now.
„You’re mine, remember
that. All mine.“
Looking him in the
eyes I rested my head on his shoulder, kissing the crook of his neck.
(All rights to this amazing gif belong to the lovely @ask-mistah-j I wish you a Merry Christmas as well, hun. <3)
This is a challenge hosted by @waywardlullabies! I was given 12 prompts, one for each of the 12 days of Christmas. I have taken the prompts and turned them into a fluffy, smutty, feels-y love story about Sam Winchester and Jody Mills, and I hope you love them as much as I do! (Also, shout out to my loves @unadulteratedstorycollector and @littlegreenplasticsoldier for their general wonderfulness.)
Okay, so, for the first part of my ‘301 Followers Special’, it’s Daddy Minseok!!! I apologise for all the weirdness. Its not really good, right? Should I rewrite it? T.T
Minseok stuck himself close to the wall and peeked over the corner, watching his wife, in the kitchen, preparing for dinner. A cheeky smile found its way up to his face when his wife lifted her head to his direction, making eye contact with him.
“What are you doing, Minseok?” She asked, laughing. Minseok huffed and walked towards her, leaving his hiding place.
“Spying on my beautiful wife.” Minseok said as he stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She laughed and tried to wiggle away from him.
“Stop it, Minseok. I’m trying to cook here.” Minseok stubbornly refused, shaking his head and he shoved his face into the crook of her neck. He peppered her neck with little kisses, causing her to giggle. Minseok couldn’t help but to smile too. It was nice to hear her giggles.
This is for wearethecyclones as a much-belated birthday present and thank-you for producing one of the best pieces of writing I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing, Play Crack the Sky. We’ve talked about how PCtS!verse Stiles has a thing for discovering other acts, new talent, etc, so I picked up some stuff she mentioned and ran with it. *sheepishly rubs back of neck* ANYWAY SO HERE’S A THING.
Stiles first hears of Shack Pack on an unseasonably warm night in February when he’s vid-bingeing Sublime covers, looking for ideas while they’re finishing Annuals. “Summertime cover by Shack Pack” has been popping up in the Suggested Videos sidebar for the last few clicks, and the thumbnail is a cool-looking foursome wearing aviators, so he clicks. And it’s a ska band. Slightly punk, more Latin, with the girl on vocals and tenor sax. Stiles sits up from his slouch.
He tapped the tip of his pen against his chin and stared off into the fire, distracted not by the heat of the crackling flames - he heard Jimin-hyung call someone to put it out, Santa will be burned! - and not by the voices of his brothers around him, but by the emptiness he felt as he wrote out his wishlist to Mr. Clause. More time with my family, his eyes reread, more time with my other family. And he had one final wish, four more words, permanently branded on the walls of his thoughts, but he didn’t know how to write them down. He continued to drum out a beat against his skin, eyes dull despite the brightness and warmth of the fire. But this was not the warmth he wanted to feel.
“Jungkook-ah, wake up!” The maknae jolted at his elder’s order. He glanced up to find Hoseok hovering above him, hands firmly planted on his shoulders as he gently shook his younger from his musing. “Did you finish your wishlist?”
Two months after the events of the Nemeton, it’s safe to say that Beacon Hills has gone back to the small and quiet town it once was. No animal attacks or strange deaths. No creepy blind man or maniac teacher running about. For the first time in nearly a year, Stiles and his friends can go back to the lives of ordinary teenagers. (Despite half of them not being ordinary at all.) Christmas is coming, and the news of a winter school dance at the end of the semester leaves Isaac terrified and Stiles unbelievably dateless.
It’s funny how both their problems are solved by the same person.
Derek Hale is home for Christmas. And by home he means New York City. Despite Cora’s pleads, he doesn’t want to go back to Beacon Hills to spend Christmas with the pack - especially Stiles (who he’s been avoiding every call). But tonight, Derek will receive four visits of people that will show him why he’s wrong in doing so. Changing not only Derek’s Christmas, but also his take on his life and his relationship with Stiles Stilinski.
The guy was dressed up like Santa - he even had the stupid hat on - and the only thing that was way worse than a crazy person robbing him while dressed up like Jolly Saint Nick, was that Jolly Saint Nick was devastatingly, mind-bogglingly, unfairly handsome and stubbled and firm-looking. Stiles was struck by a hard desire to run his hands over that velvet-clad, fit body, which was a decidedly unfortunate desire to have because the man was clearly stronger and more attractive and, more importantly, dressed up like Santa and burglarizing his house.
Stiles is trapped for the holidays in the cabin of a strange man/hermit named Derek. A strangely friendly wolf befriends Stiles during his stay. It’s up to the teenager to find out why Derek has secluded himself from society, what the feelings he’s beginning to have means, and what the connection between the mysterious man and the mysterious black wolf is.
With each of his friends paired up with someone, Stiles decides it’s time he goes after the one person he wants and what better way to do that than trick Derek into standing under mistletoe with him? Stiles thinks his plan is going to blow up in his face but it has a different outcome than what he - or anyone else - ever expected.
Stiles was all odd angles and squirming. He shoved words into spaces where they shouldn’t go. He stood his ground when he should have run. He helped and protected Derek and the pack without ever asking for anything in return. Derek found himself wanting a lot of things from Stiles that he hadn’t allowed himself to want from anyone in a long time, which made Stiles feel like a cliff that he was in danger of leaping off of.
Something must have poked his Christmas Spirit. It might be the way Hale was watching the proceedings with a scowl on his face, unable to hide what was clear derision. Earlier, his eyes had lifted when Stiles entered the work pen with the presents, and Stiles had been under the impression he had been vaguely pleased. The only thing Stiles could think of that would make someone such a gloomy grump was not getting a gift.
Derek is being a total Scrooge about attending the pack Christmas dinner and Stiles really doesn’t agree with that at all. The night before Christmas Eve Derek gets a visit from Laura who intends to show him his past, present, and future in hopes of getting him to change his ways.