holiday shots

“Pièce de Résistance”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Holiday Modern AU)

Summary: You get creative after you forget to get a Christmas gift for your best friend.

Happy Christmas and holidays, lovelies! This one’s for everyone who’s made the time to read and respond my personal posts, stories, and overall made this platform a wonderful place. Special dedication listed after the story!

You open your compact mirror to quickly check out your appearance - your cheeks are slightly rosy from the cold and your hair’s a little messy. Satisfied, you shut the mirror and stuff it in your purse and ring the doorbell.

A few silent beats shuffle by before the door opens. Clad in sweats and a navy shirt that hints his the muscular frame underneath, a slightly disheveled Bucky steps out. His disgruntled look is replaced with one of crinkled surprise and his lips part open. “What the -”

“HELLO AND MERRY CHRISTMAS!” you yell, flailing your arms out.

Bucky sleepily rubs his face. “Christmas is tomorrow, and you’re disrupting -”

“I’m here to give you your gift, my darling!” you interrupt, shaking your shoulders towards him.

Your best friend tilts his head and stares at you in a way that ceases your shoulder shaking. “This couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” he grumbles.

“Well, we leave for our trip tomorrow and -”

“Hold on,” Bucky butts in, holding up an index finger. He squints his eyes and lets his blue orbs slowly skim from your feet to the top of your head. He takes in your black tights, red skirt, and green crewneck sweater with Bucky’s alma mater’s insignia printed on the front. He pinches the sleeve of the sweater. “How and why do you have this?”

“Stole it from you when we went to your family’s beach house three years ago. It was the only green thing in my closet!” you happily chirp. “But how are you not talking about the pièce de résistance?!” you demand, pointing to your head.

Bucky’s blue eyes travel to the “pièce de résistance” you so proudly point to. Taped to your hair is a large and floppy gift ribbon you’ve fashioned from a two spools-worth of red ribbon. You spin side to side, showing off all the angles.

“Is this some fashion trend? Or is it -” Bucky stops, his eyes growing wide as he realizes the meaning behind the ribbon. “No. You wouldn’t.”

You sassily place your hand on your hip. “Tada! I’m your Christmas gift!” you cheer.

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More About Christmas - It’s About Balance Holiday One Shot

Surprise. ;) 

This isn’t Kansas City – obviously – but that’s coming sooner rather than later. I was struggling with whether or not I’d do Christmas-y things since not everybody celebrates but… I just… I have to. Apologies to those who don’t partake, for whatever reasons. I wish you a joyous holiday, and a stress free season. 

It’s for our Teenage Dirtbag, but it can be read as a standalone without a problem.

Oh, yeah. Smut. x

Gemma and Anne are trimming the tree in front of you. It’s a beautiful thing – huge, full, and dripping in ornaments and lights that are casting a soft glow around the darkening room. They’re mumbling to each other as they coordinate where to place what – there’s two Baby’s First Christmas ornaments, a wobbly looking snowman that had been handmade for some Christmas past, and shiny baubles that reflect your worried frown even from your spot on the couch.

“Love, would you like to help?” Anne asks you warmly as she searches for the perfect branch to place her next ornament. She’s got a thick Christmas jumper on that is the opposite of ugly and tasteful snowmen adorn her socks.

“Thank you,” you manage a smile. “That’s alright. I wouldn’t want to interfere – seems like you two have a plan.”

“Not really,” Gemma says as she reaches on her toes. “Whoops!” she exclaims under her breath when she nearly teeters a bit too far to hang her bauble on a prized branch towards the top. “We’re actually better at it when Harry’s here. He’s all chaos for the first part of it until he settles down, so we’re able to organize when we’ve got to beat him back.”

You laugh, but it’s fleeting, his name reminding you of his present absence. You chance a glance down at your screen, but somehow you feel more deflated than before when you find nothing new from him.

“You might as well help, you know,” Gemma says as she picks up another ornament before replacing it in favor of a new one. “Wallowing isn’t going to bring him here faster.”

“Sweetheart,” Anne warns Gemma gently. “We’re all worried and we want him to be here.”

Gemma is silent and you feel hot and uncomfortable. Both she and Anne have been nothing but kind to you since you’d shown up without Harry, a lump in your throat when you told them that he’d gotten delayed in Los Angeles because of the weather in New York and his flight had been pushed out a day. London, too, has been earning a snowfall that they’d previously assumed he’d miss, and the roads to Holmes Chapel had been covered in a thin coating of fluffy flakes on your drive over. So far, you’d heard of no cancellations to Heathrow, but….

“What one can I have?” you ask as you set your phone down and pull your feet from under you to stand. Anne hands you a star ornament and you stand as tall as you can and place it on the highest branch you can reach.

“Funny,” Gemma remarks as she pushes an icicle so it twirls back and forth. “That’s where he puts it, too.”

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What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?
-A Short Story-

I was exhausted. I’d spent the day Christmas shopping, the first half shared with my mother up until we stopped for lunch. Then after we parted ways, I continued my hunt for the perfect gifts, checking off my list one by one. By six o’clock, I’d called it a day, pushing my door open with my shoulder as I struggled with enough bags to completely cover the foyer. I set them down with a sigh, shutting the door behind me and tip-toeing around the bags to get to my kitchen where I dropped my purse and keys. I took a gander back at the mess in the hallway, my eyelids heavy with fatigue. Making my way over, I grabbed only one of the bags, leaving the rest to be put away later.

Once in my room, I laid the bag on the bed, removing the dress I’d purchased for myself. It was a pretty deep crimson shade with a simple A-line hem, and it cost almost as much as all the gifts I’d bought put together, but it was totally worth it.

Harry was having a Christmas party.

Harry Styles and I had gone out a handful times. I wasn’t really sure if you could say we were “dating”. How many dates constitutes dating? One? Five? Seventeen? I never really knew the answer to that. He’d taken me to dinner a few times and to a party another, and we had a good time, at least I thought so. I just felt like it was too soon to tell how he felt about me. But I liked him. I liked him a lot.

This wasn’t really a date though. This was a party he was throwing for all his friends and other people he knew. I would just be one of many to attend. Nevertheless, I was excited to be going, and this little red number I hoped would make an impression.

I hung up the dress on the hook that hung on the closet door, pressing my hand along the soft, silky fabric. I smiled to myself as I thought of Harry, the way his green eyes twinkled when he smiled and the way his soft lips felt against mine when he’d kissed me goodnight. I sincerely hoped he would kiss me again. Maybe even under the mistletoe? I chuckled to myself as I made my way back out into the hall, grabbing the rest of my bags and bringing them into the bedroom. Too tired to sort through them at the moment, I left them lined up at the foot of the bed and returned to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. That’s when I heard my cell phone going off in my purse. I smiled when I saw Harry’s name on the screen.

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Valentine's Day Drabbles: Love Note

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader
Warnings: [N/A]
Fandom: Riverdale

It was still a few days before Valentine’s Day but the Holiday was already on your mind. For the past few years you didn’t enjoy Valentine’s day much, mainly because it was a reminder about how cowardly you were. It was a reminder that after all this time you still hadn’t told your best friend how you felt about him. As you were thinking about this that same best friend was sitting across from you typing away at his computer.

“How’s the writing going Jug?” You asked. He gave you a thumbs up but kept his eyes on his screen. He seemed to be really focused.

You however hardly got anything done. You and Jughead both worked at the Blue and Gold. You were supposed to be writing an article for Betty but you couldn’t bring yourself to even start. Sighing you gave up and closed your laptop.

“Wonder what’s got him so focused” you thought as you examined the intense look on Jughead’s face. Curious you stood up, walked behind Jughead, and attempted to read over his shoulder. Unfortunately you only got a flash of a few words because within seconds Jughead quickly slammed his laptop shut.

“Jug?” You raised an eyebrow seeing the freaked out expression on Jughead’s face.
“What’s wrong?”.
Why wouldn’t he want you to read what he had typed up?

“Nothing” Jughead replied quickly. To your great surprise he started to pack up his stuff.
“I have to go”.

And just like that he practically ran out the room, red in face. What was that about? You couldn’t help but feel like you did something wrong.

A Few Days Later

Valentine’s Day was finally here. It was only 9am and you had already witnessed four couples making out in the hall and another five giving each other gifts. Part of you wished you had just faked being sick and stayed home. You opened your locker glumly but to your great shock as soon as you did a piece of paper fell out. At first you thought it was just a piece of homework you had forgotten to turn in but when you opened the folded note you realized it was much more than that, it was a love note.

You went extremely red as your eyes scanned the page. It was so meaningful and written with such care. For all you knew it could have been written by a modern day Shakespeare. A few girls walking by noticed you reading the note and giggled which only made you blush even more.

“[Y/N] what’s that?”.
You turned to see Betty and Archie walking toward you.

“Er I…I think it’s a… love note” you explained voice shaking. Nothing like this has ever happened to you before. It was almost overwhelming.

“Who’s it from?” Betty asked excitedly. Archie smirked. Something about the look on his face made you feel weird. It was like he already knew…

“[Y/N] who’s it from?” Betty asked again. You blinked.

“Oh I don’t know. They didn’t sign it… it’s probably just a joke anyway. Probably Reggie being a jerk”.
Even as the words escaped your lips you knew they weren’t true. Reggie couldn’t come up with something like this. It was just too full of feeling. Deep down you knew whoever wrote this truly cared about you.
“Anyway I have to go to the Blue and Gold office. I left one of my text books there yesterday”.
With that you waved goodbye to Betty and Archie and jogged off.

Walking into the Blue and Gold office you discovered Jughead was already here.
“You’re here early” you said to him with a smile.

“Hmm what’s that?”.

You looked down and realized you were still holding the note in your hand. You went red and hesitated telling him about it for a moment.

“Ah someone sort of left a love note in my locker this morning”.

Jughead just nodded at this. You frowned. You had expected some sort of reaction but he seemed unfazed by this. If you were being completely honest you were secretly hoping he’d show signs of being jealous.

“It’s was really nice. Who ever wrote it is really good with words” you went on to say awkwardly. You swore at that moment you saw the sides of Jughead’s mouth twitch, as if he was trying to hold back a smile. The craziest idea came to your mind.
“Ah Jug. You wouldn’t happen to know who wrote this would you?”.

“What makes you say that?”.

“I don’t know… Archie seemed to know something and I guess… forget it it was a stupid thought. Like I said to Archie and Betty before it’s probably just a joke”.

Jughead frowned “[Y/N] it’s not a joke. The person who wrote cares about you a lot”.

“How do you know?”.

Jughead paused and for a long moment he didn’t answer.
“I can just tell. I can’t say I’m surprised you got a love note I mean your smart, funny…” he trailed off “you get my point”.

“Thanks Jug” you went over and grabbed your text book you had left behind the other day.
“See you later” you said to your friend and before you could convince yourself not to do it you kissed him on the cheek, in a platonic manor, then walked out the room.

Jughead went beet red at your action.
“Jesus when are you going to just tell her how you feel?” He muttered to himself once you were gone. He wasn’t much for romance but Jughead had spent a lot of time on that letter but he chickened out about actually telling you it was from him. It made him want to punch himself.

Holiday Bound - Snowbound Holiday One Shot

Our favorite three! It’s a little sad, a dash of sweet, and a dollop of smut at the end of it all. It’s part of the Snowbound sandbox, but it also works as a standalone relatively well. Enjoy. x

Note: i’ve proofed some of this, but do need to go back because I have the *nagging* urge that something is there that I can’t find….

“Why are yeh lookin’ at me like that?”

He’s got a small, incredulous smile playing around his mouth and there’s a twinkle in his eyes, but yours are sharp on him. He’s got a skip in his step as he sets a glass of milk down in front of his son, who is chewing contently on mouthful after mouthful of progressively soggier cereal, and he’d been singing in the shower this morning – belting out carol after carol, adding in his own arrangements and note changes. He is, by all accounts, in a good mood.

You’re worried, though.

“When do you have to go?” you ask him from your chair. You’re still in pajamas – festive, plaid flannel ones, with snowflakes sprinkled over the red legs, and the black, long-sleeved shirt of his with a hole in the neck – one that you’d long ago taken away from him – hangs off your shoulder on one side.

Harry’s green eyes dim slightly, but only for a second. “Soon,” he says, pushing the sleeve of his jumper back to look at his watch. “Now,” he amends with a sigh.

“Daddy?” your son asks, the word wet sounding through his mouthful of food. “Are we baking today?”

“We’d better,” Harry says. “’Else your Gran will hang me if we show up with nothing.”

It’s when he leans down to kiss the top of your son’s head that you see a crack in his façade and your heart clenches in your chest. He’s got his eyes squeezed shut and the set of his brow is that which can only be described as wistful while he lingers, keeping his mouth tight to a head of curly hair that so resembles his.

“Be good fo’ your mum,” Harry says while ruffling his son’s hair, rolling his eyes when the child ducks his head out from under his father’s hand.

“Eat your breakfast, please,” you tell him as you stand, abandoning your tea. “I’m saying goodbye.” You skip once across the kitchen floor to stick close to his father’s heels as you follow him out of the room.

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Christmas is a time to spend with loved ones but a tweet will have to suffice - Phan One Shot

Summary: Dan and Phil go home to their respective families for Christmas but they suddenly become very active on Twitter, tweeting about random things. Only Dan and Phil are able to read between the lines within every tweet.

Word count: 7.7k

Genre: Holiday fluff

Warnings: Mention of family not accepting you, missing your loved one.

Throughout the story are attached real tweets by Dan and Phil. 


Christmas 2016

When you’re used to be together almost every moment of every day it feels odd to be apart for extended periods of time. Dan and Phil had completely intertwined their lives together, both on a professional and personal level. They never went a day without talking and both of them would feel an odd ache by just being apart from a few hours.

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Mini Matchmaker Pt. 1 (Steve Holiday Mini Series)

Hi, my lovelies!! I’m still trying to ease myself off hiatus (you can read about that HERE ), but work got crazy again so I’m not sure when it’ll be official. BUT. I had this idea during my long day at work and I just thought it was so cute so I had to get it out. I hope you like it!! Any feedback or comments is appreciated. :)

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Mini Matchmaker (Steve Holiday Mini Series)

Characters: reader, Steve, OC Justice, Sam (mentioned) [modern au]

Summary: Your awful temporary holiday job takes a turn for the better when a handsome stranger enters your life. 

Warnings: none? Super duper fluffy!! A super tiny mention of death, but that’s it.

Word Count: 2436 (yeah this was supposed to be a drabble. oops.)

Tag list is below (LIST IS CLOSED I’M SO SORRY)

Part One  Part Two>>>

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Originally posted by forassgard

“These tights are the worst,” you muttered to your co-worker while still maintaining the fake perma-smile required for your temporary job. You tried to covertly pull up the tights that threatened to sag down to your knees while simultaneously resisting to scratch your itchy legs.

“Just remember, it’s almost over and think of the extra cash you’ll have for all the presents you’re going to buy me,” smirked the redhead, handing a cane cane to an obviously underwhelmed child.

“You wish, Nat,” you replied before ushering the next kid forward to take a seat on Santa’s lap.

With a frustrated huff, you considered your current situation. In addition to the awful red and white striped tights that were the bane of your existence, you wore a green velvet dress that fell to mid-thigh, a pointed green hat, and of course, the curly-toed shoes with bells attached. Just to add a festive touch of humiliation.

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IMAGINE: You and Josh have been friends for a long time and are secretly dating. Josh brings you home for Christmas and has plans to introduce you as his girlfriend, but Maya is all over him. In the end, he announces you as his girlfriend and he makes sure to let everyone know that he only loves you…


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     You felt a bit uncomfortable staring at Maya jump all over Josh. You two had been secretly dating for a couple of weeks now and everything was going great. He had invited you to the Christmas celebration his older brother was hosting at his apartment. You agreed to go excited, yet nervous, to meet all of Josh’s relatives. 

     Everyone was incredibly nice and welcoming. Riley and Topanga even prepared a small present for you. That of course you couldn’t open till midnight. You felt a bit bad for only bringing some pastries for everyone instead of a gift, but everyone’s welcoming smile made you feel better. 

     While Maya was occupying all of Josh’s time you had a conversation with Topanga. You wanted to be a lawyer as well, so getting a lot of tips from the famous Topanga was really helpful. You absorbed all the information she gave you while glancing at Josh from time to time. Your heart ached every time you stared at him. You wished he had introduced you in the beginning as his girlfriend, but you understood if he wasn’t ready for that. You were still bothered by the fact that he let Maya all over him, but couldn’t even hold your hand in front of everyone. You were jealous to say the least, but taking a few deep breaths calmed your jealousy down. 

     Throughout the conversation you hadn’t noticed Josh’s eyes on you. He wanted to go over and hold you in his arms. He tried pushing Maya away, but she clung way too tightly. And he didn’t have the heart to upset her. She was just a young girl confused about love. He remembered how it felt to crush on someone and not have them return the feelings. But now he was in love. He didn’t want you to feel alone. It was Christmas. So he invited you over and was ready to introduce you as his girlfriend, but he got nervous and flustered in the end so he chickened out. But he swore that by the end of tonight everyone would know that you were his girlfriend. He wasn’t going to let another day pass without telling everyone.

     You and Topanga had prepared the plates for everyone to sit and enjoy the family dinner. Something you couldn’t do since Maya had stolen your seat next to Josh. You ended up sitting in between Auggie and Riley. Which in the end you didn’t completely mind since Auggie took a liking to you.

     When everyone was done Josh made sure to escape Maya’s embrace to pull you aside. “ Hey, Y/N, you okay?” He asked you. You smiled lightly,” Yeah, I’m fine.” You lied. Josh could tell you were lying. He knew something was bothering you. He had an idea on what that something was and he knew how to fix that frown on your face. He ran over to the couch and prepared himself to share the news. “ Can I have everyone’s attention?!” He yelled out and everyone look towards him as the room became silent. He motioned you over to him and you slowly strolled your way to him. He grabbed your hand and held it in his. Your eyes widened a bit surprised at his actions. Josh chuckled at the tint of pink on your cheeks. “ I just wanted to share with you all that Y/N is my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for a couple of weeks now and I’m happy to finally share this news with you all.” Josh announced you as his girlfriend and you couldn’t help but smile giddily. You were happy that everyone finally new that you two were together. You couldn’t help but notice Maya’s heartbroken face.

     “ Maya, you’re a great girl and one day you’ll find someone that will fall in love with you. But I’m not that guy. I love Y/N and I’m extremely happy to be with her. I hope you understand that.” Josh explained to Maya and after a few minutes she finally understood. The rest of the night was spent with you and Josh laughing and talking with everyone while snuggling together on the couch. You couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas.


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Trick Or Treat

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:  1361
This is the nest part in my Holiday Series

Christmas Party Embarrassment,
New Year’s Kiss,
I Love You,
Just Kiss Me,
Easter Sunday.
I’m A Fool For You
Fireworks
Happy Birthday 

Warning: implied sexy time, clown, panic attack

A/N: If you want to be tagged in something, send me an ask.

          You were lying on the couch in your trailer with your head in Jensen’s lap as he played with your hair, “Halloween’s coming up,” he said.

           You nodded, “Yeah.”

           “Do you wanna dress up or do you just want to stay home and watch movies and stuff?” he asked.

           You shrugged, “Do you want to dress up?”

           “I thought it’d be kinda fun. Jared and I were talking about doing a Halloween party with everyone.”

           “Way to plan it,” you laughed, “Halloween’s only a week away.”

           Jensen shrugged, “All we gotta do is let everyone know when and where and tell them to come in costume.”

           You rolled your eyes, “Sounds like a plan.”

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Holiday Party - One Shot

Masterlist

Summary: A holiday AU in which a very affectionate Bucky asks you a very big question.

Prompt(s):Request from that Xmas Prompt thing. Either all three, a combo of some, or just one. Please and thank you? “person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”)” OR “PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF” OR “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face.“

Warnings: Just one swear word. :) This is nonstop fluff are you kidding???

Word Count: 1497

Author’s Note: Fluff! @creideamhgradochas, Why do you send me proposal requests when I am an angst monster?? I love you but my teeth are falling out from the amount of floof here. Ok. Here you go, love. I’m trying trying trying to at least get the holiday requests out before Christmas XD We’ll see.


Originally posted by thejourney-so-far

Most people assume that James Buchanan Barnes, military man, ex-assassin, former Winter Soldier, is distant and reserved in a relationship, withholding affection except when you pull it out of him in quiet moments behind closed doors. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Bucky Barnes is an absolute pest. When you first started casually seeing each other it was exciting and fun. You loved how he’d make a show of swooping you into a deep kiss for absolutely no reason, only to return you to your feet bewildered and grinning like an idiot.

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Someone Cares - Christmas Week Day 4

Originally posted by a-sky-full-of-stars-x

Christmas Week
Day 1 - Christmas Cake
Day 2 - Mint Chocolate
Day 3 - A Super Christmas Present

Pairing: Tate Langdon x reader
Warnings: mentions of death of a loved one, swearing, mentions of sex
Fandom: American Horror Story

You hated Christmas. Well you haven’t always hated Christmas. It was after your mom died that you started to hate it.

Your dad tried to hard to make you happy but over the years you started to resent him. Firstly because he moved you out of your old house and into a house everyone referred to as the murder house (nice going dad). The main reason you were angry with him however was because he remarried this annoying woman who always insisted that you call her “mom”.

She was so insensitive! She wasn’t your mom! She was nothing like you mom! Deep down you knew it was wrong for you to be angry at your dad for finding someone else, it was healthy for him to move on after all but you couldn’t help yourself and like you mentioned before the woman he chose to replace your mother with was rather annoying.

Just a few days before Christmas she came into your room for some “bonding time” gag.

“What you doing sweetheart?” She said over the loud rock music you had blasting in your bedroom.

You looked at her from over the magazine you were reading.
“Don’t call me sweetheart” you send bluntly.

“Okay hun so what are you up to?” She said sitting on the end of your bed.

“What does it look like” you said holding the magazine in front of her face.
“Jesus Christ just get out my room lady” you thought. Part of you wanted to scream that in her face.

“That’s nice. So I thought maybe we could go shopping tomorrow or something” she said with that fake smile of hers.

“Christmas is in a few days why would I need to go shopping?” You said raising an eyebrow.

“I just thought we could bond or something you know”.

“Pass” you said opening your magazine and going back to reading it.

“[Y/N]…”.

“Can you stop acting like you care!” You finally exploded. If she wasn’t going to leave it alone you were going to let her have it.
“I know you’re only being nice to me because you’re trying to impress my dad but it’s not going to happen! News flash lady I don’t like you so just leave me the hell alone!”.

“[Y/N] I do care about you…”.

“No you don’t!” You shouted, angry tears starting to form in your eyes “no one does! Get out! Get out!”.

She didn’t argue with you any longer. She quickly rushed out your room. Thank god. You wiped your eyes but your chest was still heaving up and down.
“Please don’t let Christmas be any worse” you begged “please”.

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“[Y/N] come downstairs it’s Christmas!” Your father called up to you in a cheerful voice.

You groaned crawling out from under the covers. “Jesus fucking Christ turn that shit off” you grumbled referring to the loud Christmas music they had playing downstairs. Of course you didn’t say this loud enough for anyone to hear, or so you thought…

If it was your choice you would have just stayed in bed but honestly you were too exhausted to start another fight so you forced yourself out of bed. Half way down the stairs there was a sudden crash and the music stopped, this was followed by your father’s confused voice.

“How could the radio have possibly gotten smash? It’s like someone destroyed it”.

“Oh don’t be ridiculous dear” came the irritating laugh of your step mother “what? Do you think a ghost did it or something?”.

“At least that trash is off” you said walking into the living room running a hand through your messy hair.
“So are we going to open some shit and get this over with or not?”.

“[Y/N] watch your language” your father scolded.

“Oh please she swears all the time while you two are fucking” you said eyeing your step mother with a smirk. The look of embarrassment that formed on her face was priceless.

“Please don’t be like this today [Y/N]” your father sighed walking over to the Christmas tree.

“Sorry I hate my damn life” you muttered under your breath. Walking over to the tree. You grabbed the first gift that had your name on it.

To: [Y/N]
From: Someone who cares

….Was what it read. You looked over at your step mother.

“Is this supposed to be from you?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“No I don’t recognize it”.
She seemed quite sincere.
“Honey is that from you?”.

“No I don’t recognize it either”.

“Then what it’s from Santa Clause?” You snorted. Neither of them said anything. Man it really wasn’t from either of them.

You randomly looked out the window. Shit who was that? There in your snowy lawn was a boy, he smiled at you and moved his blonde hair out of his face. You blinked in surprise and suddenly he was gone.

Who was he?

I know.

“You cold?”

 "No no I’m good.“

Without warning, a blanket found its way around you. 

"Thank you.” You chuckled under your breath. 

“Yeah yeah.” Dean smiled.

“Dean?” You said quietly. 

“What’s up?” He said softly.

“It’s 2 in the morning and 30 somethin’ degrees. What are we doing out here?” His eyes never left you. He smirked.

“I’m not sure.

He looked away as though he was hoping to find enough courage to speak. You could see how nervous he was, for whatever reason, so as instinct, you grabbed his hand and link your fingers together with his.

He looked up and the tension in his body relaxed.

Your eyes meet with his already set on you.

"I know, Dean.”

He smiled and as fixed motion, leaned in to have his lips find their way to yours.

UNDERTALE HOLIDAY FIC COLLECTION CHALLENGE

I want to put together a collection for Seasonal Undertale oneshots on AO3, as a way to celebrate how much we’ve all grown this year as writers and bloggers.

The challenge is simple! Write a oneshot of your favorite pairing interacting either during Christmas/etc, or New Years! It can be sfw or nsfw, fluffy or angsty, or some heady mixture of everything! It’s up to you!

Add any notes or questions please!

Tag who you’d like to join the game, and let’s get some togetherness up in this fandom!

@summerbxy @natiforrn @rileywrit @smallpersiankitten @mercyisnotasignofweakness @life-sans-sin