i should have saved this for christmas day


Prompt: First kiss with Yoongi

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 434

YA’LL I GUESS THIS IS MY BTS SCENARIO DEBUT (it was originally gonna be a 10k angst, but I’ll save that for another special day HUEHUE) WHO DOESN’T LOVE A FLOOFY YOONGI AND AJKDAKJHUFGYERUHALER MERRY CHRISTMAS~~

“Yoongi! What-”

He gently but purposefully pushed you against the wall with one hand, the other behind his back.

“Mmm, I read that Americans have this weird sort of tradition thing. There’s this evergreen plant that if two people are caught underneath it, they kiss.” He pulled a small plastic mistletoe from behind his back. He also flushed a little bit, cringing internally at himself. “I think it looks like this. Should we?”


Yoongi saw nervousness shroud your face. He stepped back a little. “O-oh, well, I mean…if you’re ok with it. I don’t know, I just…we’ve been together for a while, and I really wanna kiss you, but I don’t want to pressure you if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s not that!” you quickly took his hand before he could get out of your reach. “I really wanna kiss you too but, ummm…well, it’s just that…I, I-I haven’t actually kissed anyone before? S-so I’m just afraid that I’ll mess it up, like…well, I can’t do it like on TV and stuff and I don’t wanna disappoint you or anything but-”

“Yah…” Yoongi cut in with a fond smile. He stepped closer again, narrowing the space between you. “It doesn’t have to be like on TV.”

“Y-yeah I know but-”

“It’s something you learn with lots of practice. And we can practice.”

Your face was heating up and you hoped he wouldn’t be able to feel the warmth radiating from your cheeks.

“You haven’t kissed anyone?”

You shook your head.

“Do you want me to be your first kiss?”

“Yes, I really do, but-”

He took your face in his hands and very softly pressed his lips against yours. The mistletoe tickled your ear but that was hardly any concern of yours. It happened quietly and quickly, and by the time you got over the initial shock, it was over. Yoongi looked at you with a shy smile.

“See? It doesn’t have to be all fancy. It can also be simple and sweet like that.”


Yoongi chuckled.

“Can…can you, can we…again, it was really…”

He smiled and brushed your noses together.

“I-It was nice.”

“I would love to.”

He kept kissing you, small little pecks to your lips and your cheeks until both of you were giggling messes. He raised the little mistletoe above your head with a smile, resting his arm against the wall. He leaned in, taking your cheek in his other hand to tenderly rub his thumb against the side of your face before he kissed you again, softly but determined to make a point.

I love you.

white christmas (eve)

A Destiel Christmas Eve ficlet for all those celebrating this year! 2.3k

Ha! Victory.

Dean couldn’t help but grin as he peeked through his curtains and saw Castiel Novak standing on his front porch, duffle bag in one hand and looking at his watch with the other.

Finally, finally, after weeks of passive aggressively shoving snow onto each other’s driveways, Castiel was headed to the airport for the holiday season.

Dean sipped his hot chocolate giddily. God, would he be glad to see that dick out of his neighborhood. He’s spent far too long clouding it over with his squinty scowls and rude antisocial behavior. Seriously, Dean waved at him about a month ago as he was taking out his trash and Castiel didn’t even acknowledge him – just shuffled straight to his door clutching the backpack he usually carries with him, blue scrubs damp at the hem from the melting quarter-inch of snow. Dean’s pride was definitely a little wounded, and he never bothered to wave again.

Castiel is also the only one on the whole block who didn’t bother to put up any decorations this year. His roof featured not one twinkle light, his lawn was appallingly barren of inflatable Santas or reindeer, on his doorway hung no seasonal wreath.

Even the Stynes, who lived up the street and were Jewish, wound some blue and white Hanukah lights through their rose trestle.

The guy was a grumpy Scrooge. Dean was glad he was taking his gloomy self away for someone else to deal with. Every year, Dean’s reprieve comes in the form of a weeklong disappearance and a brand new luggage tag on Castiel’s bag.

Dean closed the curtains, hummed a little song to himself, and flicked on the TV. It’s A Wonderful Life had just started, and as Dean turned up the volume – thinking of Castiel a million miles away from him – he couldn’t help but agree.

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: Albus Severus and the Enchanted Christmas Tree

7.1k words, G rated

It’s Albus and Scorpius’s first Christmas spent at home together. It should be a time for festive joy and creating new traditions. Instead they’ve been too busy to get a tree, Scorpius is unhappy, and any chance of a merry Christmas is crumbling around their ears. Can Albus save the day?

This was written for the Scorbus Secret Santa, as a gift for @lilac312002

Thanks to everyone in this little HPCC and Scorbus fandom for being awesome, and I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas. <3

Beta’d by @abradystrix.

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Perfect Portrait

Wishing @svu-stories a very Merry Christmas!!!

“You’re really not coming with me?”

Rafael looked up from his files to see you wearing a white sleeveless gown that hugged your curves in all the right places. Or so you hoped. The idea of going to a party instead of working the event had you in the salon by ten. Your hair was swept up, your nails coated with silver sparkles befitting the season. True it was just a shindig at Lucia’s school, but didn’t you both deserve a night out?

Mi amor, I have to finish this. Justice doesn’t take a holiday.”

“Did you just come up with that? Or have you been saving it to give me the brush off?”

Groaning as he pushed away from his desk, Rafael crossed his arms over his chest and raised one eyebrow.

“If you’d stop talking I could finish up and get home. We’ll have all day tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much for remembering me,” you hissed. “Maybe you should just set up a tree right here and have Christmas with your witnesses.”

“Don’t be like that,” he said.

“I’ll see myself out.”

As you stormed away from his office, you half-expected him to leap up and race after you. You paused before the elevator bank, your finger trembling over the button. Did you dare glance over your shoulder? You had to hope…

No Rafael. Not even the sound of his voice begging you to come back. Taking the stairs in your fancy heels, you hurried to the street and thought that this was too much even for him. Maybe a part of him was bound to stay married to his work. But tonight of all nights you should come first. So much for him telling you over and over again that he loved you in two languages. Now he couldn’t get the words right in one. Settling in a taxi, you were about to give the driver Lucia’s location. No. Things might have thawed on that front but in the end she would still cut for her bebé precioso. Maybe you should take Derek up on the offer to join him and his boyfriend for goose and pudding even if your garb was far from Dickensian. Scratch that. Why make him miserable? All dressed up and nowhere to go. What was a girl to do?

Opting for the nearest bar, you slid into a quiet corner and ordered a Jack and Coke. Kicking off your shoes and muting your phone, you looked at the chintzy decorations and listened to Andy Williams’ smooth voice pouring through the speakers. A gaggle of girls at the bar exchanged chocolates and lotions. A couple lingering just outside the large window kissed in the snow. Even an old bar maid clapped as coworkers let her sit, and dished out Egg Nog, and set up Skype so she could chat with her grandkids. You lost count of your drinks as a tall man with dreadlocks hovered over your lonely table.

“What?” you asked in a slurred tone.

“Think it’s time to cut you off,” he said. “Looks like there’s somewhere else you’re supposed to be.”

“Shows how much you know,” you spat and demanded another drink.

“It’s almost closing time, honey. I’ll call you a cab.”

“Can’t wait to get rid of me, too, huh?”

You swatted his hand way as you clumsily stood, stumbling as he called you back.

“So now I can stay?” you asked.

“Don’t forget your shoes.”

Hugging the heels close to your chest, you barely felt the cold as you moved down the sidewalk. Pausing beside a street lamp, you looked at your phone. Not so much as one call from your husband. Plenty from Lucia and you turned the phone off when you spied a greasy spoon still open for business. Craving seasoned fries and a cheeseburger deluxe medium rare, you fell into the first available booth.

“Why so sad tonight?”

A waiter with kind eyes and a plump belly to best Santa’s nearly made you laugh.

“Because I can’t have what I want most.”

“And what’s that?”

You wanted Rafael to drop everything and say that you looked beautiful. Forget the thing at Lucia’s; you’d be just as happy if he was here asking for a Reuben with black coffee. You’d tell him that the contrasting flavors didn’t quite fit. He’d steal a fry off your plate and give you the look from your fifth date, the smoldering smirk that made you fall in love.

Some people might say that we don’t fit.

And what would you say?

That a man only needs to look into your eyes to lose his heart.

So much for those sweet words now.

“Miss?” the waiter asked.

“Mrs.,” you corrected him as you waved your ringed hand in the air. “Not that that it matters. Just bring me a burger.”

You feasted on the overcooked beef, the lettuce and tomatoes a little soggy. Cover that up with some ketchup. Once you felt sober enough to try your luck on the subway you thought better of it and fired up your phone.

Only to find a million missed calls and just as many texts from your husband.

Are you alright? Mami said you never made it to the party.

Can you just call me?


Finding another cab, you almost phoned him as your head tiredly lolled to one side. He was angry. By now he had to be home. So this was going to be a battle into Christmas morning. Maybe you should go to Derek’s. No. You wanted your own bed. Even if it was bound to be lonely without the man you loved most in it.

As soon as you pulled up to the curb, Rafael was right there, pacing through the freshly fallen snow. You tipped the driver and steeled yourself for words far harsher than the wind…

…when Rafael raced to your side and collected you in a fierce embrace.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” he said.

“Thought you were more pissed than anything else.”

“Why would you say…?”

Pulling back to stare at you, Rafael’s cheeks were tinged with the cold, his eyes glistening with more than the frost in the air. Your heart ached at seeing him sad and scared, and you tried to touch his face when he held you again, his kisses rivaling the flakes falling all around you. His lips fell to your ear, warm breath seeping into your skin as he swayed with you in the snow.

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to go down,” he said.

“What wasn’t?”

Mi amor, I came to the party. Mami’s kids had it all worked out.”


“Meaning your—”

His voice gave out as your legs buckled and Rafael was quick to catch you. Suddenly you were so tired and just wanted him to take you home. Any explanations would keep.

But where did things truly stand?

“Let’s get you inside.”

Somehow he balanced your body as he carried you up the steps, and he pushed the door open with his shoulder

“You left it unlocked?”

“It’s fine,” he promised. “I’ve been right downstairs forever. Where were you?”

“Drowning my sorrows.”

Easing you to the couch before the tree speckled with gold and green lights, Rafael fell to his knees and started to massage the cold from your feet as his hands drifted up your skirt.

“In ketchup?”

The stain sitting on the bodice of your gown was something that you could not hide, and you fell back to the cushions with a heavy sigh.

“Call it Christmas dinner,” you said. “You should have been there.”

“I tried to call you,” he insisted. “Since when don’t you pick up?”

“Since my husband would rather work late than be with me.”

Now he would get angry again; the fight was inevitable. Curling up on the couch, you felt him leave the room. Silent treatment? Almost wishing that you didn’t have tomorrow off, you shot up at the sound of rustling from a cardboard case.

And were those chimes?

“What’s that?” you asked.

“My grand plan,” he started as he set the box down. “Give me your hands.”

His fingers curled around yours as he sat close and rested his head to your brow.

“Picture this. You would think that we were just there to please my mother.”

“Lucia’s been great lately,” you said. “And I bet the kids were cute.”

Lonely little ones that had to count on Senora Barba’s charity to have anything close to Christmas. You should have gone even though he said no. Despite any hurt you still would have smiled.

“We had it all worked out,” he continued. “One little girl was going to give you yarn. Another a bottle of milk.”

“Those were your ideas of gifts?”

“No. This was.”

Opening the mysterious box, he revealed a sleek tabby cat. It’s eyes were greener than Rafael’s and your hands flew to your mouth as he delicately placed the feline wearing a collar of bells in your arms.

“You said you wanted a cat. This little one turned up behind the school last week. She needs a good home.”

You savored the soft purrs and the feel of the sandpaper tongue on your palm.

“You didn’t have to do this, Rafael.”

“I wanted to see you smile. To get it just right.”

“But then why didn’t you just come with me?”

“You’d be surprised how hard it is to get a cat groomed. Guess everyone wants pictures by the tree. She was the last appointment before they shut down for the holidays.”

“So you were—”

“Stalling,” he admitted. “I was always going to get to the party. Should have found a more subtle way to throw you off the scent.”

None of that mattered as you snuggled the cat closer and stared into his eyes.

“Let me get this straight; you spent the last week rescuing a stray, making her pretty and getting Lucia’s kids in on the big reveal?”

“Is that too much?” he asked.

Shaking your head, you cuddled into his embrace and wished that you would have seen this coming.

“You amaze me,” you murmured. “If only I hadn’t been such a spoiled brat.”

That was not part the plan.”

You tried to beg his forgiveness when he cupped your chin in his large, warm hands.

“But it was so you,” he said. “Always surprising and stunning and driving me crazy.”


“No. It’s why I love you.”

He kissed you deeply as the cat shared your laps and his lips came to rest just below your ear.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

The cat appeared to nod in agreement but even as you kissed the soft, silky ears you sought out his stare.

“Every time I look into your eyes I lose my heart.”

“Good. Because I’m never going anywhere, mi amor.”

And you sat in the rays of the rising sun, a perfect holiday portrait come to life as you looked forward to the next day and every Christmas yet to come.

nosetothewind94  asked:

Happy, Sterek filled New Year to all the mods! Could you pretty please update the drunk / drugged tags? Thank you and keep on rocking! :)

keep on keeping on


And I’m Locked in Your Mind by Marishna (1/1 | 3,752 | R)


Usually the trees didn’t talk when they came to him.

“Yes?” He asked and his voice sounded weird to him, so calm and matter-of-fact.

He burst into giggles.

Golden Boy by trilliath (16/17 | 105,130 | NC17)

Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can’t really complain about Peter’s ‘gifts’. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It’s just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.

But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He’s spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.

It’s enough that Derek hesitates.

Side Effects May Vary by SpryteStories (1/1 | 2,266 | G)

He could probably do that later today, after all, Scott had said it was nothing to worry about.

But given those two, that had endless possibilities.

Scott had once said there was nothing to be worried about when Stiles had gotten shit-faced drunk and began a one-man town-wide game of hide 'n seek with a little help from a trick Deaton taught him about hiding his scent.

If Stiles being in the hospital was 'nothing to worry about’ there was a strong possibility that he had upwards or two broken bones and a serious fine to pay courtesy of the Beacon Hills Police Department.

Derek heaved a sigh and grabbed his car keys.

i’ll be the one you won’t forget by spiekiel (1/1 | 2,203 | PG13)

Derek answers the phone. “Argent,” he grumbles warningly.

“I know,” Allison says, “you have that whole rule about 'no calling past ten o'clock unless someone is dead or dying’, but - ”

“What do you want?”

It sounds like Allison’s out somewhere, the beat of base-driven club music slamming in the background. “Someone tried to roofie the pack. We, uh - sort of lost Stiles.”


Don’t Run by Kindred (1/1 | 3,359 | R)

A hunter with the cockiness of Flashheart (Blackadder) shots Derek with a untested dart and well things go from there.

Stiles turns out to be a bit more special than very one thought.

Your Hands on Me by Emela (1/1 | 2,018 | PG13)

“Can you rub my belly?” he asked seriously.
“Excuse me?” Stiles’ eyes widened.
“Can you rub my belly,” he said again, face still serious. “But maybe without making any dog jokes? I just…I feel like I need it and…and I don’t want to ask anyone else.”


The one where Derek gets drugged and just wants Stiles to touch him.

All Is Fair In Drug and Love. by TimeWindow (1/1 | 2,022 | G)

Stiles and Derek have this whole Valentine’s Day thing down. Some candles, some chocolate covered strawberries, some champagne and a nice warm bath together.
But a pre-gift seem to have gotten in the way, causing Derek to be loopy… or maybe Valentine’s Day is not completely ruined.


I think I fell in love again(and I’m already in over my head) by Wrxter (1/1 | 1,203 | G)

Derek works at a Tattoo Parlour. He loves it, but it gets a little dull sometimes. Add drunk Stiles with a good idea and everything in Derek’s life get’s a little more exciting.

Wistful Thinking by yodasyoyo (1/1 | 1,837 | PG13)

Unfortunately Derek has had a crush on Stiles for years. It’s not like Stiles has ever noticed him though.

Property of Derek by WyldeWombat (1/1 | 2,599 | PG13)

Prompt: “You can’t get tattooed drunk, come back in the morning and if you still want my name on your ass we’ll talk” AU

Stiles and Scott just graduated college. Stiles may or may not have had a little too much to drink, and he may or may not have dragged Scott into a wolf-friendly tattoo parlor to get tattoos, where he may or may not have encountered a gorgeous tattoo artist who should really just put his name on Stiles.

Yeah. That happened.


Save Me from Tears by hazelNuts (1/1 | 1,566 | PG13)

anonymous asked: “I know it’s a little early but i would love if you could please write a Christmas Sterek story where a drunk Derek starts sing Last Christmas loudly when he mistakes a friendly hug between Allison and his mate for more.”

Derek is sitting on the couch, sipping his wolfsbane spiked Christmas punch, wedged between Stiles and Scott, who talking enthusiastically about their plans for the next day. They’ve decided there’s going to be a snowman-building competition.
There’s a warmth in Derek’s chest and a smile on his face. Stiles called it “dopey”. Derek doesn’t care. They’re on their second annual Christmas pack retreat and everything is okay. He and Stiles are great, everybody is alive and in one piece, and almost everybody is here. Only Allison and Isaac have yet to arrive.

I’ll Wait Up For You, Dear by WhoNatural (1/1 | 5,440 | PG13)

Derek is the Uber driver who always seems to be up when Stiles needs a ride home from work.

altered permanence by sterekfluffer (teampancakes) (1/1 | 11,615 | R)

‘Dude, you had sex with your boss?’ Scott says incredulously, turning to Stiles, pizza forgotten.

‘Technically, he had sex with me, if you know what I mean,’ Stiles winks and waggles his eyebrows exaggeratedly, taking a loud slurp of his soda. He grins when Scott makes a face and covers his eyes. 'Too much information, Stiles.’ Scott says, holding up a hand.

'He’s like the hottest man I’ve ever seen, dude, and he wants to have hot, kinky sex with me. What can be better than that? It’s like my every teenage wet dream come true, except a thousand times better,’ Stiles says, pulling up Google on his phone and typing in 'Derek Hale’. He flips the phone so Scott can see pictures of the dark haired, sexy guy with the most perfect green-blue eyes and stubble. Oh, that stubble, Stiles closes his eyes and smiles, the memory of its rough feel against his burning skin still vivid in his mind.

A Christmas Wish or Two

Day One 

Prompt: Riley tells her wishes to the mall Santa who she doesn’t know is her old high school boyfriend back home from college in Texas. (Sent by an anon)
Word Count: 4,001 (I did not originally plan for this to be so long)

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“Zay, where are you?” Lucas asks through the phone, “I’ve been standing by the fountain for almost an hour.”

“About that..” Zay chuckles nervously on the other end.

“Who is she?” Lucas lets out a knowing sigh.

“Her name is Amanda and we’re really hitting it off,” Zay says, “I’m just going to hang around the Christmas party a little longer to see where it goes..”

“The only reason I came to New York for the holidays was to see you,” Lucas whines.

“Flattering but false,” Zay laughs, “You’re here because your parents are sipping martinis in the tropics.”

“Okay fine, I’m here because wallowing in self pity is extra sad during the holidays,” Lucas lets out a groan, “You happy?”

“Extremely,” Zay laughs, “Look, I’ll be back around eight, maybe nine depending on how well things go.”

“Gross,” Lucas rolls his eyes and looks at his watch, it’s just after 5pm, “What am I supposed to do until then? You’re my only friend in New York now.”

“Yeah and whose fault is that?” Zay knows he’s poking an angry beehive but his pot stirring is something he’s held onto, even years after high school.

“Have fun with Amanda,” Lucas says sarcastically.

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↳ Crown Princess Victoria and Princess Estelle of Sweden visiting the Royal Stables in Stockholm for Lucia day on 13 December 2013

Home for Christmas

The soundtrack to this story is “Home for Christmas” by Maria Mena. Seriously, listen to it!

Finally got around to finish my Christmas fic. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think - I love to hear from you all. And if you have an idea for me, I love that too.

Summary: Christmas isn’t what it used to be (wow, that has got to be the lamest summary I’ve ever written). Sam x reader (obviously).

Word count: 4200

“Jesus, Y/N! It’s August! And you’re listening to Bing Crosby?” Dean shook his head, but Sam just chuckled. He’d known about her secret obsession about Christmas for years – ever since he’d caught her burning cranberry and cinnamon candles that one time in July back when they were both no more than fourteen years old.

“So? It’s not too early to dream of winter time.”

“No, but you’ll be longing for summer before Halloween.”

“Don’t think so.”

“Oh, but I do, sweetheart.”

“Watch me!”

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Merry Christmas, happynglad!

Stiles does not have a thing for babies. Or single dads. Or dads in general. But he’s pretty sure he’s about to get an anime-style nosebleed from the sight of the stranger across the frozen pizzas aisle, the stranger with a baby carrier strapped on, and a kid doing his best starfish impression. Granted, he probably would have gotten a similar response from the whole setup sans baby. But something about the jiggling arms and legs, stuffed into way too much clothing, drew his attention, and he was extremely pleased to find that it came attached to someone that might actually break the scale. Beacon Hills probably hadn’t seen such a level of hotness since Lydia and Danny had left for college. If he had known he would have had come home sooner. So much sooner-

“What?” the stranger barks at him. Stiles focuses on the face again, way angrier than it was 10 seconds before, and wow, Stiles could look at those eyes for ages, but preferably if they were on someone that was not about to kill him because he looked at his baby. As it were, it was worrying that someone could go from confusion towards pizza choices to outright anger in such a short span of time.

“Nothing, just… Cute baby,” he says, smiling. He sticks his tongue at the kid, who gives a tiny shriek of happiness.

“He’s not mine,” the stranger growls, defensively, and Stiles just stares at him. Angry sexy stranger with a baby is not that sexy anymore. Besides, it’s not like he had asked. It’s not like he is particularly interested in the baby or who it belongs to. Unless…

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