Mrs Hudson bringing up hot cocoa to 221B when she hears John’s Christmas CD playing, because she knows her boys are decorating the flat; John always turns on that music, no matter how much Sherlock might protest.
She finds John decorating the tree, with several Christmas balls hanging off of each fingers as he hangs them and Sherlock covered in garlands, prowling the flat, looking for suitable places. She doesn’t even think he has realised he is wearing a Chrismas hat. Or he does, and simply stopped caring because it makes John smile in that special way that he does.
They pause their work in favour of the hot cocoa and Mrs Hudson feels her heart swell with affection when she sees Sherlock and John lean against each other. John is humming along with the music and Sherlock has buried his nose in John’s hair, which smells of pine.
Sherlock hated Christmas before, Mrs Hudson knows, but, John, God bless him, has made his Christmases so much better.
Today is the only day that even observing humans is boring. Holy night, being bound by bonds you can’t trust unless you affirm them, happy couples… there’s nothing new to see. Cake, champagne, presents - I’m not interested in any of them.
Orihara Izaya on Christmas Eve, Durarara!! Kenka CD, 14th Track (Translation by Mabotofuu)
Note: I actually really like this one it was a lot of fun to write and I’m happy I got to write a character I’e never written before it was fun! Hope you enjoy
Request: Anonymous asked: You don’t have to, but what about a fluffy Maria Reynolds x reader involving baking something Christmas themed since you asked for holiday requests? Sorry if this isn’t specific enough!
Word Count: 761
The smooth vocals of the singer singing the Christmas carols off the CD Maria brought over flood through the house. You hadn’t paid attention to who she said it was, you were too captivated by your girlfriend for that, her gorgeous curls frame her face, and her lips are painted in her signature red lipstick she planted a kiss on your cheek as she walked in the door and you still have her lipstick mark on your cheek.
You’re still shocked that a girl like Maria is actually dating you, she’s told you over and over again that she’s the lucky one, that she is forever in awe of you and everything that you do but you still just can’t believe your luck.
“Y/N” you faintly hear your girlfriend calling your name from the kitchen in a singsong tone. “Oh Y/N!” her beautiful voice floods your ears as she comes to stand behind you and you finally turn to look at her.
Since arriving she’s already pulled on a Santa hat and is now shoving one onto your head, as smile gracing her lips as she positions it perfectly.
“There, perfect. Now we can get to work” She says.
“Get to work on what exactly?” you ask as she makes her way over to the Christmas tree, that she helped you decorate last weekend, in the corner of the room and switches the lights on. Suddenly the room is lit in different colors, as they flash softly.
“Christmas cookies” you let her lead you back into the kitchen where she’s laid out all the ingredients you’ll need and passes you a Christmas decorated apron to tie around your waist, and as you look over it you realize it matches the one she holds in her hand.
“You bought us matching aprons?” You ask as a grin creeps over your lips.
“Yeah, y-you’re okay with that right?” She asks, as she looks down her hair falls to cover her face like a curtain of curls.
You carefully reach out, lifting her chin by the tips of your fingers. “I love them babe” you say quietly before pressing your lips to hers.
As she pulls away she smiles and turns back to the counter. “So I know you’re not on for baking so I already made the Christmas cookies at home. Now you and I get to decorate them together” she announces.
She pulls a container out of one of her bags and as she opens it the unmistakable scent of gingerbread fills the air. Following the cookies she pulls out a bowl of frosting that she’d made at home.
You peek into the other bag sitting on the counter, which seems to be filled with all sorts of sprinkles and other candy to decorate the cookies with.
“Someone came prepared” you point out with a grin as you unload the bag.
“Well I peeked in here a few days ago and you have nothing to decorate cookies with so I figured it was up to me to bring everything” she explains and you laugh. “Now get to work, the one whose cookies look the best wins”
“Wins what exactly?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.
“I haven’t decided yet”
By the time you’re finished decorating all the cookies your kitchen is a mess. There’s frosting everywhere and at one point you had spilled the sprinkles all over the floor.
Your hands are also covered with frosting and Maria giggles when she looks up at you.
“How did you get it on your cheek?” She asks as she leans in, kissing your cheek and licking the frosting off as she does.
“Well we both know I’m not particularly great in the kitchen. Definitely not as good as you” you say, glancing down at the now decorated cookies.
Her half look perfect, like cookies you’d find in a bakery somewhere, whereas your half look like a 5 year old took a shot at decorating and did as well as you’d expect.
“I like yours, they look homemade and they look like whoever decorated them had fun with them” She assures you with another kiss on your cheek. “And since I was in charge of this contest I declare you the winner”
You laugh and move over to the sink to wash the frosting off you hands. “So what do I get for winning?” you ask.
“My company, for the rest of the night” you turn to kiss her as she slips her arms around your waist.
Stiles was walking around the Christmas tree lot, looking
for the perfect tree. His dad was working today so he decided to make the best
of his time and he went out to find a tree. When his dad got home that night,
they’d decorate together while they drank his mom’s famous hot chocolate recipe
and put on her favorite CD of Christmas songs.
Stiles turned the corner, heading towards the back where all
the ‘reject’ trees were. When Stiles was 5 and they went to pick out a tree, he
cried when he overheard a family call a tree “too scrawny and small” and
continued to cry until Claudia and John bought the tree and took it home.
Since then, it became a tradition to find the most unwanted
tree before taking it home and decorating it with an abundance of mismatched ornaments.
Stiles wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking because
before he knew it, he was slamming face first into a solid wall of muscle and
He looked up to see Derek staring at him with a small smirk
on his face.
Everlark Advent: Day 19, Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe
Today’s Advent story is in response to @loveinpanem‘s prompt: mistletoe.
Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe
It’s been yet another overlong day at the bakery making endless cookies and bûche de Noël. Trying to keep a smile for all of the stressed out shoppers who snap and spit their frustration at me. And the endless loop of Christmas music on the PA system.
I’m sick of the holidays. I’m sick of angels and reindeer and tinsel. I might have a stroke if I see another sprig of mistletoe.
Ebeneezer Scrooge has nothing on me right now.
I just want to crash on the couch, watch Netflix and forget about Christmas altogether for an evening.
But the fates have something entirely different in store for me it seems.
I arrive home to find that my house is softly lit with candles and twinkle lights. The new Pentatonix Christmas CD plays in the background. And in front of me, my Katniss, smirking. Her raven hair is loose, reflections from the Christmas lights dance among the strands, crowning her in coloured jewels. She’s wearing only a ridiculously tiny pair of panties.