making a nest

anonymous asked:

A pair of twins, one's alpha and one's omega. They both catch the flu, so the lil omega builds them a nest to cuddle in... that is until their omega mom finds them and drags them into THEIR nest to recover properly (tho the lil nest was adorable)

I am dead. I love this. Little Omega to the little rescue. I am going to cry. They would probably put their favorite toys in there and like their parent’s spare laundry to make them both feel better. Their Alpha sibling would be very insistent that they can just wait until their mom comes/isn’t busy to make a nest so their Omega sibling doesn’t strain themselves. But the Omega don’t care, they just want their sibling and themselves to feel better. 

bonding with my fish includes:

  • yellling his name when I enter my room so he swims from his hiding spot to see me
  • upon seeing me he WIGGLES EVERYWHERE 
  • hand feeding time! if he misses one, I point to it and he swims there to eat it
  • staring blankly at each other 
  • laying in my bed and wiggling my fingers at the tank until he spots me and comes closer to investigate
  • when i put my face close to the tank to see how the plants are doing and suddenly all I can see is fish because he’s nosey and likes swim right up to me when I’m near
  • watching him make 5,000 bubble nests 

I feel like this should be a thing.

Winter Morning

The first snow of the year.  Bitty can feel it before he can see it.  It’s an easy thing, waking up in Jack’s bed, a warm arm hitched tight round his waist.  It’s a possessive hold, but one that makes Bitty feel wanted and safe instead of trapped.

The light filtering through the crack in the curtains is a mottled white, bright without the sun.  The heater cranks on, but there’s a chill in the air in spite of the warm breeze from the vents and Bitty knows–winter’s begun.

It’s no chore, really, to make his way to Providence.  It’s no chore to stay tucked away from the outside world, making a home in Jack’s kitchen, making a nest of pillows and blankets in a bed he’s coming to think of as half his.  He’s got his side of the bed now, and Jack only lays there when they’re skyping and he misses Bitty.

He tells him that, too.  He hugs Bitty’s pillow and sighs and whispers, “I wish you were here with me right now.”

And Bitty misses him just as much, but it’s easier with the stress of games and classes.  Neither of them think about it all the time.  Just enough so when they’re finally reunited, that first embrace, those first kisses, are just a little bit sweeter.

They’ve been together long enough that Bitty can’t count their time together in weeks anymore.  One summer, and one Autumn.  It’s just before the holidays and neither of them are sure about plans, but they’re sure about this.  They’re sure about sneaking what little time they can get together.

It’s a weight, sometimes, not being able to tell everyone just how much he adores Jack, but sometimes it’s also a relief that this is just for him.

He reaches a hand out, brushing it along the cut of Jack’s jaw.  Jack is awake, his breathing is different when he’s asleep.  Jack’s mouth twitches up in a smile, but he doesn’t open his eyes yet.  He just shuffled forward and pushes his face into Bitty’s neck and sighs.

A warmth floods through Bitty.  One he’s never felt before, but it doesn’t mean he recognises it any less.  The words dance at the tip of his tongue like they’ve been doing for so long now, but fear keeps them at bay.  Fear, of not hearing them back.  Of seeing regret or hesitation in those wide, blue eyes that look at him with such affection.  He knows he can be okay with just this, so long as he never has to feel rejection.

So he’s quiet.

Jack is less so.  He isn’t loud, but he makes little noises–gentle hums against Bitty’s skin, the wetness of an open-mouthed kiss against Bitty’s collar bone, a groan when he finally pulls back to stretch and yawn.

Jack rolls onto his side, his fingers coming up to toy with the sleep rumpled fringe on Bitty’s forehead.  He needs a haircut, he thinks, but he likes the way Jack’s fingers are drawn to his hair.  Their eyes meet when Jack finally opens his.  Red-rimmed, bright blue, pupils wide and dark.

Bitty can’t help the warmth spreading from limb to limb, and he cups Jack’s face, the desire to be touching him in some way overwhelming.  He breathes in, and it’s a little shaky with this feeling, but it’s good.

It’s so good.

Jack smiles at him.  It’s unbidden and soft, and sweeter than anything Bitty has ever seen.  When he opens his mouth to speak, his voice is hoarse with disuse.  “Morning, bud.”

Bitty flushes a little.  “Morning, sweetheart.”

They stare, and Jack keeps playing with his hair.  His eyes flick up from Bitty’s, to where his fingers are buried in blonde locks, and then back down again.  He licks his lips, and his own breath has a slight tremble to it, but there’s no hesitation when he opens his mouth to speak again.

“I love you.”

Bitty blinks, and his entire body feels frozen, like he’s outside of himself.  Like this moment can’t possibly be real.  Not because he doesn’t think Jack can love him, but because he’s wanted this for far too long now, and he can’t believe he’s ever done anything good enough in his life to have it.

He knows he has to say something.  If only he remembered how to make his tongue work.

Sweetheart.”  He takes a second, because it’s just so much, and Jack is watching him with his intense gaze.  “I love you too.  So much.”

He’s rewarded with the smile he was hoping for, the one that looks like a literal ray of sunshine breaking through heavy snow clouds.  Jack touches his chin, cups his face like he always does when he kisses Bitty, like he needs to ground himself before their lips meet.

And then they do.  Bitty drags his fingers against Jack’s coarse chest hair, and the kiss stays small because their tongues are sour, but this kiss means…

Everything.  It means everything.

Jack breaks away, pressing their noses together, still smiling.  “Pancakes?”

Bitty laughs, then nods.  “I still have some blueberries left.”  He closes his eyes against the onslaught of emotions, and let’s Jack hug him before he’s drawn up, and into the day.

Consider: Autistic winged characters

-Flapping their hands often results in flapping of wings and either creates a gentle breeze and lifts them up a bit or launches them into the sky and creates a gale force wind depending on how hard the flaps are

-Stimming with the wings. Playing with the feathers, wrappings wings around themselves like a blanket, scratching beneath the feathers

-Randomly opening their wings up and flying off when things get too stressful/overstimulating

-Sitting like a perching bird and doing things and/or stimming

-Making a nest out of weighted blankets, soft pillows/sheets, stuffed animals, and stim toys

-Raptor hands and tongue stuck out. Even during flight.

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For low spoons days:
  • Play/spend time with your crystals! Just sit or lay and hold them.
  • Draw sigils. Don’t charge them because it takes energy but you can sketch as many as you want for future use.
  • If you can manage to be outside, soaking up the sun is a good way to energize yourself and your very own magical potential.
  • Similarly to the above suggestion, put out things you want to charge in the sun or the moon!
  • Listen to audiobooks relating to witchcraft in any way or guided meditations.
  • My favourite: take an astral nap. Basically, make yourself as comfortable as possible in your bed (I love making a nest out of blankets and curling up in it with my cats), listen to music if you want, and imagine a safe sanctuary where you can invite in friendly spirits and entities. I usually fall asleep at that point and fully go into this sanctuary, like a dream. Spend some time with your deities if you have any!
Nesting Headcanons

-Omegas start nesting at a young age, like three or four years old, not so much because they need to but because they see their mother do it and they want to do it too. They start with small nests made just about anywhere, their bed, the floor, the couch, anywhere they feel like settling. Their little nests are always filled with small blankies and stuffed toys. At this age they don’t really care who is near their nest, they actually love having people around because they take pride in showing it off

-As Omegas start to get older, around twelve to fourteen years old, they become very dependent on the security and comfort their nest provides. They no longer like people being around it because they’re starting to be able to pick up the scents of other dynamics more and it makes them uncomfortable to have other scents on their nest besides their own

-When an Omega goes into heat for the first time, around fifteen to seventeen years old, they often make a new nest in a dark and enclosed place like their closet. Absolutely no one is welcome in or near that nest, with the exception of their Omega parent who checks in with food and water every now and then, since at this age the Omega usually won’t have a mate to take care of them yet

-Unmated Omegas always have a nest made, mated Omegas don’t though because they have an Alpha to provide them with warmth, comfort and security. Mated Omegas will usually only nest during heats, pregnancies, sicknesses and when they are extremely stressed or sad. Only their Alpha is allowed in these nests

-Whenever an Omega buys a new blanket they will insist that their Alpha needs to cuddle in it with them before it can be used for a nest, because it needs to have their scents rubbed into it

-Little Omega children excitedly building a big nest for them and their Alpha and Beta siblings in the living room on movie nights so they can all be cuddly and cozy together

-When Omegas are building a nest they become very zoned into it and even their Alpha has difficulty getting their attention until the Omega is satisfied with it

-An Alpha trying to be helpful and building a nest for their Omega who is about to go into heat, the Omega being very appreciative of the gesture but as soon as the Alpha leaves the room they rearrange everything the way they like it because Omegas are very particular about their nests

-Omegas are very uncomfortable with any Alpha scent besides their mates being anywhere near their nest, the scents of other Omegas can be comforting at times though

-During summer Omegas build their nests with light sheets and blankets and prefer to sleep naked because they love the soothing feel of the cool linens on their warm skin, but in winter they will use the thickest and softest blankets they can find while wearing fuzzy pajamas and snuggling as close to their Alpha as possible

-A small Omega building a nest and insisting that their Alpha parent cuddle in it with them, “like you do with mama!” and the Omega parent trying not to laugh as their big strong Alpha is cuddled into a tiny nest of stuffed animals and pink flowery blankets

Beta Children Headcanons

-A lot of Betas develop anxiety or inferiority complexes at a young age

-A Beta child having a crush on an Omega and being made fun of by Alpha children because “an Omega would never like a Beta that way”

-Beta children studying nonstop to try to be as smart as an Omega, or straining themselves during sports to try and be as athletic as an Alpha

-Beta children absolutely love visiting their Omega friends homes because they love playing and cuddling in their nests with them

-Omega parents being extra sweet towards Beta children because they can always pick up on how tense they get

-Beta only schools to help children feel less pressured to be something that they aren’t

-Betas being very protective of their Omega friends when they are older, but when they are younger it will often be the Omegas defending their Beta friends from the teasing of Alphas, because the Alphas know better than to upset an Omega

-In school or in play groups Betas are either swept up with the Alpha children or the Omega children but it’s rare for a cluster of only Beta children to be playing together

-A lot of Beta and Alpha children don’t get along well because the Betas dislike the arrogant attitudes that the Alphas often have and the Alphas are just jealous of how easily the Betas can befriend Omegas

-A Beta child getting into their parents makeup with their Omega friend and making an absolute mess but being so pleased with themselves for making each other so “pretty” but really they look so ridiculous that their parents are too busy laughing to actually scold them

are you a cupboard autistic or a gargoyle autistic?

cupboard autistic: likes to sit inside closets and under tables, especially if they have a large cloth on them. often hugs their knees to their chest. also known for making great blanket nests.

gargoyle autistic: likes to sit on top of tables and counters - and sometimes on armrests if they are large enough. often perched with their knees pointing outwards and upwards. sometimes described to look similar to a cat staring out of a window.

Ponyboy Finds a Kitten

-He found it in a box next to the road as he was walking home

-Its mewing made him stop and he couldn’t resist

-It kind of reminded him of himself

-He tucked it in his shirt and luckily Darry wasn’t home

-“Soda… I got somethin’ to show you…please don’t tell Darry..”

-Pony pulls out this tiny little kitten and Soda is so conflicted because it is so friggin cute but how are they going to hide a kitten????

-Soda and Pony team up to make a nest for the little guy in their bedroom

-Darry is slightly suspicious because their room is actually staying clean all of a sudden

-Darry finds out a surprising three months later when Two-Bit bursts in and wants to see little JD

-He gets mad for like five minutes but they successfully took care of it this long so maybe it will actually teach Pony some more responsibility.

-The boys let JD sleep with them after Darry finds out

-JD is their unofficial mascot

-One night Pony slept over at a friend’s so Soda brought JD into Darry’s room

-“Darry, look he wants to sleep with you!”

-“Soda, ain’t no cat sleepin’ in my bed.”

-The cat slept in his bed that night, curled up on his chest

-Darry secretly spoils the crap out of JD with treats

New Girl..

Pairing: Alex Lightwood x Reader 
Fandom: Shadow Hunters

Author’s Note: Okay so I know it’s been too long and this one isnt that great either but still guys I would really apreciate your feedback so if you can please do leave a comment or two.. :* 


“….so where do we have to go for this mission?” Y/N asked as they made their way towards the weapons room where they are supposed to meet up with the other two members of this mission Jace and Alec.

“According to the information we’ll be able to track the warlock who’s been making deals with this nest of vamps for the last 2 months in the Pandemonium club.” Izzy said while carefully selecting her weapons finally settling on her signature electrum whip and a pair of daggers.

Y/N nodded her head while picking up her seraph blade along with her set of shurikens (ninja stars) which she uses like an extension of her own body.

“ By the looks of it, it seems Shuriken girl is tagging along in this mission as well..” Alec said while making his way over to the weapon area with an irritated look on his face his parabatai, Jace following him. “We can use some Shurikens on this mission Alec.” Jace said while tucking a dagger in his shoe.

Y/N shrugs at her best friend Izzy as she gives her a look questioning about Alec’s mood. “Hurry up arrow guy pick up your stuff so we can get moving…” Y/N said getting a little impatient as this was your 1st official mission in the New York Institute. As you had previously been working from the Hawaii Institute until out of nowhere The Clave decided to transfer you to the New York Institute.

Although the transfer at first was a little hard for you as you had a whole life in Hawaii which you had to leave behind to come to New York, until you met Izzy and became friends with her and Jace as well. They made you feel like you were a part of something letting you into their group without any hesitation, well that is except for their brother Alec who liked to act distant.

Everyone was ready to leave when Alec decided to drop a bomb”She’s not going with us.” Pointing in Y/N’s direction. “WHAT…WHY?!” Y/N exclaimed in surprise. “Because you are not ready and I don’t want you to screw up this mission for us it’s too important to be taken lightly.”

“The Hell Alec! I’m not a new recruit! I’ve been doing this for the past 2 years in Hawaii. Just because I’m transferred here doesn’t mean I left all my training in Hawaii and have to train again like a rookie…” Y/N exclaimed getting really irritated by Alec’s bossy claim.

“Y/N! Maryse wants to talk to you. Go meet with her as soon as your free…..” Robert said while entering the room but trailing off as he noticed the tension in the room. “Am I interrupting something? ”. “No, father. We were just leaving. Y/N’s going to go see mother right away.” Alec said while moving out followed by his parabatai and sister.

“Don’t worry you’re definitely going with us next time and we’ll break Alec’s nose if he’ll try to stop you.” Izzy whispered to you with a light wink in Y/N’s direction on her way out of the institute.

 Y/N’s POV:

As soon as they left me here having nothing to do I decided to go to Maryse’s room to see what she wanted to talk to me about. Right now I’m standing outside her door ready to knock wondering what she might want to talk about.  “Come in” she said as soon as my hand made contact with her door. She looked up at me as soon as I entered her door and bobbed her head once to acknowledge my presence and gestured towards the seat in front of her desk. Not to delay any further I sit and wait for her to talk. “I hope you are settled here Y/N.” was that even a question? I wondered. “Look Y/N, I’m not going to beat around the bush with you. I heard that you haven’t attended any mission since your arrival. The Clave sent you here to help with the missions. So I want you to join the kids on their next mission. You are a well trained shadow hunter so there’s no need to see you train again like a rookie, understood?!” “Yes.” I said while in my head there was so much more that I wanted to say. What’s the use we all know Maryse is a practical woman and she doesn’t want any stupid excuses. I too am dying to go on a mission as soon as possible I am sick of sitting in the institute for the last 2 months. All I want is some real action which is out there and not in here.

Alec’s POV:

“All this seemed way simpler in my head..” Jace said as he fought of some demons which were making their way towards him. Izzy was trying to get a grip of the warlock who took of as soon as he saw us shadow hunters walking into the pandemonium. Now there were non-stop demons coming out of nowhere and attacking us. I don’t want to admit it but it doesn’t seem like this mission is going to be accomplished today. As the number of demons was increasing by the minute we weren’t left with a choice Jace signaled me that we should leave before we get ourselves killed, as much as I hate to admit it he was right. We made our way outside the pandemonium where Izzy was supposed to be but she was nowhere in sight.

Y/N’s POV:

I was in the training room when I heard all the commotion well it’s about time they’re back. I made my way towards the door ready to hear them boast about how they kicked ass out there that’s when my eyes landed on Izzy she was held up by her brothers. Her face contoured in pain. She was hurt. I ran towards her to help them . “ What the hell happened?!” I asked as soon as I saw how she was withering and moaning in pain but there was no sign of any injury on her body. “The warlock out some spell on her.” Jace said as he laid her down on the bed. “It’s the spell that’s causing her pain.” Alec said his voice laced with worry as he watched his sister suffer. I looked at Izzy and knew what I had to do, “I’m sorry Izzy.” I said as I hit her lightly on her accu-points which I was sure would knock her out for some time. “What the hell did you do to her?” Alec snarled at me as soon as Izzy was out cold. “I knocked her out without hurting her because I can’t see her in pain. I know someone who might be able to help.” I said as  I left the room to make a call.

Alec’s POV:

“Man! It’s amazing how she’s recovering so fast usually these stupid warlocks’ spells wear off in weeks..” Jace said in amazement. “I like her, she’s definitely going with us on our next mission!” “Do whatever you want..” I said as I watched my little sister’s peaceful sleeping face.

Y/N’s POV:

“Alec…” “You’re awake!” “Y/N?” “Yeah, Hey! It’s okay. How are you feeling?” “Never better” Izzy said as she tried to get up and I made my way to her bedside holding out a glass of water for her knowing she might be thirsty. “Thanks..” Izzy smiled at me as she drank the whole glass in big gulps. “Hey!” Izzy said as she saw her brothers entering her room to probably check on her. “Wow! You really are awake!” Jace exclaimed obviously surprised by the development. “Why? How long was I out?” Izzy asked confused. “Well you know the warlock casted some spell on you and all. And you do know how long these spells take to wear off ….” “Was I out cold for a whole week???????!!!!!” Izzy asked clearly thrown off guard. “No.” Alec deadpanned. “ Shuriken here did some stuff and you were out for only a day which Jace finds surprising.” Alec said getting bored with the conversation.

“Well, someone has to get the information out of him and as far as I know Izzy already tried and failed. No offence Izzy!” “Non taken, in fact she’s right. Y/N you go we’ll just wait for your signal.” Izzy smiled at you and threw a sharp glare in Alec’s direction who was mumbling something under his breath.

Right now we are all standing outside a building which resembled an old warehouse. According to my information the warlock was going to attend a party thrown by the famous warlock Magnus Bane inside this warehouse. And here we are trying to get information from the same warlock who nearly killed Izzy.

I took the jacket which I was wearing, off and handed it over to Jace as I made my way inside party-warehouse in my black lace dress which covered my runes and defined my curves as well. It was a definite requirement as it was Magnus’ party and he was a fan of fancy.

I could feel some eyes on me as I made my way in and after greeting Magnus I went over to the bar and found the warlock from whom I needed the info. I passed a flirty smirk his way as I caught him staring at me. Yes, I do know how to play my cards. After all I had a lot of time to learn on my rendezvous with demons and warlocks in Hawaii. “A margarita.” I told the bartender as soon as he asked.  “Put it on my tab Lizz.” I heard a man say as he ordered himself one as well. I turned around to come face-to-face with my target. He took the empty seat beside me and I knew what I had to do.

“Y/N!!!!” Izzy exclaimed as I made my way out of the warehouse towards them. “We were waiting for your signal! What happened?!” Jace inquired. “Well, there was no need for the signal….” “I can bet the warlock wasn’t at the party…” Alec said while cutting me off and I gladly returned the favor by cutting him off in return “Job went pretty smoothly and I got all the information out of the warlock over some drinks.” I smirked as I noticed Alec hold his eye-roll midway. This earned me a “Great!!” along with a high5 from Jace and a giggle and an appreciative nod from Izzy.

Alec’s POV:
“What is it Izzy??” I asked Izzy while taking a break from training. “Well…?” Izzy said while giving me a ‘you know what I’m talking about’ look. Of course I know what she wants from me. She wants me to apologize to Y/N for not trusting her and for not treating her like she deserves to be treated. I do know that I’ve been a douche to her since she was introduced to us but I don’t know something happens to me when she’s nearby. “Alec, when are you ever going to put your bad boy demeanor off around her? She’s part of the group now and you can’t just be a douche around her forever. You’ll have to come around someday, why not sooner than later?!” Izzy stated while she made her way out of the training room.

Y/N’s POV:
“Izzy how many times will I have to tell you that you don’t have to knock on my door before coming in…” I trailed off as my eyes land on the last person I expected. “It’s me, Alec. Can I come in?” he asked while peeking his head in my room through the half open door. “Come in!” I said, though it did surprise me a lot but it would be rude of me to send him away from my door. “I um…I…” take a seat I said cutting his ramble off. “ Is everything okay?” I asked while placing a stool to sit on, in front of my bed where he sat. He looked at me like I had a horn on my head “Yeah, um yes. Fine, everything is fine… No! no it’s not fine that’s what I’m here to talk about.”

Alec’s POV:

God! Not again! This was a bad idea I shouldn’t have listen to Izzy… What if I mess up she’s going to think I’m a fool and STOP!! Stop Alec seriously get a grip on yourself. She’s looking at you… Oh she’s saying something. Fuck! She’s talking to you. Focus!!!! “Huh?” I said because my inner monologue made me miss what she was saying.. “See, that’s exactly what I mean.” “What do you mean?” What the hell! Have I messed up without eve saying a thing? “Alec. You need to rest whatever you want to talk about can wait.” She said holding my shoulders. “No! it can’t wait. Because until I get it off my chest I won’t be able to rest let alone sleep. Look I um.. I’m sorry for how I behaved I didn’t mean to be mean I just …” “You just what?” she asked. I placed my hands on her shoulders getting closer to her and fortunately for me she didn’t push me back neither did she flip…

“I like you.” There I’ve said it.

“I know..”

“You do!?”

“Yeah I thought you were just an ass at first but then I talked to Izzy and she told me..” she said smiling. Man! She has such a pretty smile. “I’m glad you finally worked up the courage to tell me though. Now are you going to kiss me or will Izzy have to give you a little push for that as well…”

“Is that so…” I said as I leaned in to kiss her.

Dreaming of a Golden Christmas

@theblackenedsky inspired this little Christmas ficlet, so this is dedicated to them! Also tagging @gabe-killed-me-with-ace-cream in this!

Merry Christmas!! ♥


Sam released a long, shivering groan of respite as he stepped into the warmth of the Bunker, completely grateful to leave the freezing cold wind and swirling snow behind him as he shut the door. 

The blizzard he had just spent the last five minutes walking through continued to roar outside, and Sam sniffed wetly, rubbing his ashen hands together in an effort to warm up quicker. His cheeks, nose, and ears pinched with pained relief as they grew accustomed to the change of temperature inside.

White snowflakes thickly coated his hair and jacket, the moisture of melting snow was seeping through his tennis shoes and socks, and the hem of Sam’s jeans were completely drenched. Sighing, Sam stiffly walked down the stairs into the main living area, slowly peeling off his jacket and toeing off his shoes. As he stepped down onto the landing, he cringed at the shock of ice that traveled through his wet and socked feet.

“Great,” Sam mumbled, slightly disheartened at the prospect of having to deal with the cold just a little while longer, and he began his trek to the Bunker showers.

Castiel and Dean had gone away for the week to celebrate the holidays as a couple for the first time. Sam spent the week prior encouraging them to take off, practically shoving Dean out of the door yesterday. He was happy for them, and he supported the idea of them taking some time to themselves if they wanted it. 

However, there was no denying the small void of loneliness that their absence left behind, especially when he thought about what it meant. Castiel and Dean were together, and they were happy. And Sam…

It had been a while since Gabriel had stopped by.

Sam had never been one for celebrating Christmas, but today he found himself longing for the archangel’s presence, wishing for Gabriel’s endless child-like joy to bring cheer to his dreary day, for his warm embrace that sounded heavenly (pun intended) against Sam’s cold skin, for his loving kiss that made the entire world around Sam stop…

By the time he stepped out of the shower, dressed in green flannel pajama pants and a black t-shirt, the cold tension from earlier had ebbed away into comfort. Sam sighed and trudged into the living area of the Bunker, intent on collapsing onto the couch and watching whatever Christmas flicks may be on television at the moment.

As soon as he walked through the entrance of the room, however, he froze.

Where before the living area had been clean, there was what Sam could only describe as a nest. The coffee table in front of the couch had been shoved aside, making a wider and open space for the thick assortment of pillows and blankets that now covered the floor. They were meticulously placed and aligned against the bottom edge of the couch and sofa, and it looked so warm and inviting and Sam’s tense and tired muscles positively melted at the sight of it, despite his bewilderment at the spectacle.

Sam gaped at the nest, trying to fathom what was going on, when out of the corner of his eye he noticed a silhouette emerging from the kitchen area. Startled, he snapped his gaze up, muscles bristling on the defense for the intruder. Upon catching sight of who it was, the air rushed out of him in surprise and his eyes widened.

“Gabriel?” 

Holding two steaming mugs in each of his hands, Gabriel’s lips lifted up into a shining grin, his golden eyes glimmering with joy.

“Samster!” Gabriel rejoiced, placing the mugs down onto a nearby table and stepped forward. “Took you long enough in that shower. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were doing more than just showering.”

Sam shook himself out of his surprised stupor at Gabriel’s raunchy wink and he huffed out a laugh.

“Then clearly, you don’t know me at all,” Sam replied, smirking at Gabriel’s delighted grin. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but what are you doing here?”

Gabriel stepped right into Sam’s personal space, his arms snaking around Sam’s torso and sidling up to press himself against Sam’s chest. Sam wrapped his own arms around Gabriel’s shoulders, smiling fondly down at the angel staring up at him.

“Can’t a guy come visit his favorite reindeer on Christmas?” Gabriel murmured, his eyes twinkling. 

Sam chuckled, running his hands up and down Gabriel’s back. “Thought I was a moose, not a reindeer.”

“I made a slight adjustment for the holidays,” Gabriel chuckled, leaning up to press a kiss to Sam’s chin.

Sam laughed, bowing down to nudge his nose against Gabriel’s impishly, hooded eyes staring down at him. “I missed you,” he breathed.

Gabriel’s smile softened and he blinked heavily. “I missed you too, Sam,” he whispered, gliding a hand up Sam’s back to palm against his shoulder blade. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around more often.”

“You’re busy, I get it,” Sam said, minutely shaking his head. “I’m just happy you’re here now.”

Gabriel grinned and lifted himself up onto his tiptoes, pressing his lips to Sam’s in a tender kiss. Sam sighed in contentment and allowed his eyes to flutter shut as he kissed Gabriel back, tugging him a little closer. They kept the kiss chaste, but it still held the heat of passion and love that pulsed deeply inside their hearts. Gabriel pulled away slowly, his mouth still brushing against Sam’s with every breath they took, and he hummed.

“Think I missed that most of all,” Gabriel mused. 

Sam chuckled and kissed Gabriel lightly again. Gabriel laughed and backed out of Sam’s embrace, turning toward the mugs placed on the table. 

“Now, I know that shower probably helped you some, but I propose a couple more remedies to ensure that you’re toasty warm this Christmas,” Gabriel said, picking up the mugs and walking back over to Sam.

Sam took hold of the mug Gabriel offered him and smiled down at the marshmallows bobbing on the surface of his beverage. “Hot chocolate?”

“One of the best Christmas concoctions ever,” Gabriel nodded enthusiastically. He grabbed onto the hem of Sam’s shirt and gently began to tug him over to the nest of blankets and pillows. “Numero dos of my plan to warm up my Sammich: sink him into a pile of blankets and pillows that feel and smell as though they just came out of the dryer.”

Sam immediately caught on to what Gabriel meant with the first step he took inside the nest. Instantly, a wave of shivering heat encased his bare foot, and Sam couldn’t help the pleased groan that left his mouth. Gabriel was not lying; the heat radiating from the blankets were equivalent to clothes just out of the dryer, and every step he took further into the nest caused shivers of elation to evaporate the remnants of cold in his veins.

“Oh God, that feels amazing,” Sam hissed, sinking down to sit inside the nest. The material around him smelled like fresh laundry detergent and Sam resisted the urge to bury his face into the wonderful heat and take in a big sniff.

“Glad you approve,” Gabriel chirped, collapsing down to sit next to Sam and scooting over to cuddle into his side.

Sam threw his free arm around Gabriel’s shoulders, pulling him in to press a firm kiss to the top of Gabriel’s head. “Mmm, thank you so much, Gabriel. This is incredible.”

“You are very welcome, Sammy, but I’m not quite done,” Gabriel said, amused.

Sam blinked and moved his head away to quirk a curious brow at his boyfriend. “Oh?”

“Nope,” Gabriel smirked.

Sam’s frown deepened, and Gabriel’s eyebrows bounced as he raised his hand up and snapped.

A gentle flutter of feathers ruffled suddenly through the air, sending wisps of wind blowing soothingly through Sam’s hair. He gasped, whipping his head around as his world suddenly exploded in a wave of gold; tendrils of glowing light materialized around him, dancing around his face and wrapping around Sam’s body in an embrace. Sam gaped, struck dumb with awe, as the light shuddered into corporeal feathers and wings, tickling at his skin and hugging him.

“Oh my…” Sam breathed, rendered speechless.

“If you say my Father’s name at the end of that sentence, I’mma be very upset,” Gabriel remarked jokingly, though there was a slight nervous edge to his voice. 

“Your wings,” Sam whispered, almost unable to make his voice go any louder than that. He reached out toward one of them, uncertain. “They’re so… Gabriel, they’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

The nervousness was gone from Gabriel’s voice, replaced by insurmountable emotion, as he spoke again, “You can touch them if you want to.”

Instantly, Sam slid his fingers into the feathers, his breath hitching in his throat at how soft they were. They dispensed a gentle heat, similar to the warm blankets beneath him, and Sam shuddered out a laugh, turning to face Gabriel with reverent eyes.

“You’re amazing,” Sam murmured.

Gabriel smiled, compassionate and as warm as his wings around Sam, and leaned forward to kiss him once more.

“Merry Christmas, Sam, Gabriel whispered.

Sam grinned and kissed him again, sinking into Gabriel’s golden embrace and getting lost in the amber heat of his eyes.