tasteful decor

Summary: Derek had terrible taste in Christmas decorating and (y/n) has to do something about it.

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

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Christmas Masterlist


“What the hell is that?” (Y/n) stared in horror at the fake Christmas tree that stood in front of Derek’s window, its sparse branches wrapped in lights that had more broken bulbs than ones that worked. It was dwarfed by the vast windows that lined the wall of loft, making its already dismal appearance ten times worse. Derek followed (y/n)’s stare, shrugging as he turned down the Christmas CD she had playing, cutting through George Michael’s heartbroken lyrics as he laughed softly.

“It’s called a Christmas tree” (Y/n) scoffed, turning to her boyfriend with an unimpressed glare.

“That does not deserve to be associated with Christmas” As her eyes drifted around the loft, she imagined all the different ways she could decorate it for the holiday season, but no amount of fairy lights and ornaments could distract from the disaster that was Derek’s Christmas tree. They were meant to be hosting Christmas dinner with the pack at the loft and (y/n) wanted everything to be perfect, which meant that the tree had to go.


(Y/n) had tried to sway Derek but he was adamant that the tree was fine, so she took things into her own hands. Quite literally. The seven-foot tree had cost her more than she cared to admit and weighed far more than she expected but she was determined to get it up the winding stairs that led to Derek’s loft, even if it took her all day. (Y/n) unravelled her scarf and pushed up the sleeves of her jumper, her breath coming in short pants as she tugged the tree up the next flight of stairs, hoping it wouldn’t be damaged by her efforts. She’d thought being part of a pack of werewolves meant struggling to carry things would never be a problem again but apparently, everyone had plans that didn’t involve helping her drag a Christmas tree up twenty flights of stairs. Resting before turning to go up the next set of stairs, (y/n) leant back against the wall, pulling in deep breaths.

“What are you doing?” Her head shot up, her eyes meeting Derek’s amused gaze. She tried in vain to stand in front of the tree, smiling innocently.

“Nothing” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as he fought off a smile.

“So that’s not a Christmas tree behind you back?” (Y/n) shook her head, avoiding his gaze as a grin twitched her lips.

“Nope, don’t know where you got that idea from” Derek walked down the steps beneath her, watching as a grimace pulled at his girlfriend’s brow and an embarrassed blush warmed her cheeks.

“Y’know, maybe it was the giant tree you’re dragging up the stairs” She hung her head as he smirked at her, bending down to pick up the netted tree and lifting it onto his shoulder.

“I guess that was a bit of a giveaway” When their eyes finally met, neither of them could stop themselves from laughing, wide smiles growing on their faces.

“You really hate my tree that much?” (Y/n) followed him up the stairs, amazed at how easily he carried the tree.

“Hate is a very strong word”

“But it’s the right one” Derek smiled at her over his shoulder, revelling in the way the blush that covered her cheeks deepened.

“Yeah” She bit her lip as he waited for her to walk into the loft before closing the door behind her, seemingly unfazed by the seven-foot tree resting on his shoulder.

“Did you not think I’d notice that you’d brought a giant tree into our apartment?”

“Well…” (Y/n) tucked her hair behind her ear, her eyes finding Derek’s tree as her nose scrunched before she could stop it. “I’m sorry but that tree is an embarrassment to Christmas”

To her surprise, he laughed, shaking his head as he made his way towards the large window, setting down the tree and turning to her with a small smile on her face.

“Well, are you going to help me decorate our new one or what?” An excited grin grew on (y/n)’s face as she made her way over to Derek, snuggling into his arms and pressing a kiss to his chest.


Two hours later, the two of them were stood in front of their Christmas tree, admiring their work as the new tree lights (y/n) had bought cast the room into a soft glow. The branches of the tree were adorned with a variety of both traditional and somewhat ridiculous decorations that made nostalgia spread across (y/n)’s chest. This was what she had pictured when she thought about spending her first Christmas with Derek, it was homely and just the right amount of tacky. It was perfect and she couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the holiday season held for them.  


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{Dec 14} The Second Day of Christmas: My True Love Gave To Me

Day 2 of the 12 Days of CC Christmas Advent.

Word Count: 396 AO3

The Second Day of Christmas: My True Love Gave To Me

“What do you want this year?”

Chris looks up from where his nose his buried in his laptop. “What do I want for what?”

“Christmas. You know, the holiday coming up in a couple of weeks, with Santa, and presents, and snow…”

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Game of Thrones Ice and Fire Cupcakes


Yields 12 Ice (Vanilla Mint) and 18 Fire (Cinnamon)

The things you’ll need

Ice Cupcakes

Ingredients
  • 1 ¼ cups all purpose flour
  • 1 ½ teaspoons baking powder
  • ¼ teaspoon salt
  • ½ cup butter, softened
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla bean
  • 1 teaspoon peppermint extract
  • 1/3 cup milk
  • Light blue frosting in a decorating bag fitted with #809 tip
  • Blue and clear rock candy
Equipment
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Rubber spatula
  • Whisk
  • Hand mixer with attachments
  • Cupcake tray with liners
  • Blue cupcake wrappers
  • Small offset spatula
  • Plastic zipper bags

Fire Cupcakes

Ingredients
  • 2 cups cake flour
  • 2 teaspoons baking powder
  • ¼ teaspoon kosher salt
  • ½ cup butter
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 2 teaspoons cinnamon extract
  • 2 eggs
  • ½ cup whole milk
  • 1/3 cup cinnamon candies (Red Hots)
  • Orange and red frosting in a decorating bag fitted with #2D tip
Equipment
  • Medium mixing bowl
  • Large mixing bowl
  • Rubber spatula
  • Whisk
  • Hand mixer with attachments
  • Cupcake tray with liners
  • Red cupcake wrappers
  • Spoon

Ice Cupcakes

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 350ºF.
  2. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt.
  3. In a large bowl, beat together butter and sugar until light and fluffy.
  4. Beat in eggs one at a time, scraping down the sides of the bowl after each addition. Mix in vanilla bean and peppermint extract.
  5. On low speed, alternate adding the dry ingredients and milk, starting and ending with the dry ingredients.
  6. Scoop the batter into a cupcake tray and bake for 12 to 15 minutes.

Time to decorate!

  1. Assemble blue cupcake wrappers and then place each cupcake into a wrapper.
  2. Place rock candy into a plastic zipper bag and then use a rolling pin to crush the candy off its stick.
  3. Use a #809 tip to pipe a bulb of light blue frosting on top of each cupcake.
  4. Use an offset spatula to create a dam for the rock candy and then place crushed rock candy into the dam.

Fire Cupcakes

Let’s get started!

  1. Preheat oven to 350ºF.
  2. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt.
  3. In a large bowl, beat together butter and sugar until light and fluffy.
  4. Beat in eggs one at a time, scraping down the sides of the bowl after each addition. Mix in cinnamon extract.
  5. On low speed, alternate adding the dry ingredients and milk, starting and ending with the dry ingredients. Fold in cinnamon candies.
  6. Scoop the batter into a cupcake tray and bake for 12 to 15 minutes.

Time to decorate!

  1. Assemble red cupcake wrappers and then place each cupcake into a wrapper.
  2. Use a spoon to spread a layer of orange frsoting into a decorating bag fitted with a #2D tip. Add red frosting to the rest of the bag so that orange is just an accent.
  3. Once cupcakes have cooled completely, pipe “flames” onto the tops of each.
  4. TaDa! These Ice and Fire Cupcakes make an epic treat for a Game of Thrones party!
Scarlet Envy (m) | one

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Soulmate!Reader
Genre: angst / eventual smut
Word Count: 6.1k
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is one of the most powerful vampires in Aether. He holds the literal keys to the world and never in a million years, would you have imagined to find him bloodied and barely conscious in a back alley.
Author’s Note: I proudly present the first part of Scarlet Envy! Buckle up, ‘cause it’s gonna be a wild ride. By the way, let me know if I should do a glossary, I’ve been toying with the idea. As always, no set update schedule because I suck at time management lol Enjoy!

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The Ekstase is a swank place, with its chandeliers, upholstered seats and tasteful decor. The ongoing theme of gold and leather makes it look timeless, despite just being about 2 years old and the oak furnishing accentuates the fact nicely. You’ve been employed at the bar and lounge for quite some time, having stumbled upon the job opportunity through a friend of yours. Everything about it seemed perfect, you were being well paid and the environment was respectful, definitely a nice upgrade from being a cashier at your local convenience store back home.

It’s the owners, who make it a foul place to you now. They treat people with lesser means as inferior, laughing and sneering at anyone who hesitates and blanches at the sight of the outlandish prices required to buy any of the beverages being served. You hate the pretentiousness of it all, but you luckily did not have to witness a scene like that unfold too often, as anyone who earns under 120,000 gemmae usually does not enter anyway.

As a result of Paul and Katya’s elitist beliefs, security is of utmost importance to them, though. Their fear of being stolen from went so far as to have defence charms prevalent in every corner of the Ekstase, leaving you dizzy whenever you walked by. They affect you very badly with their aggressive magic, the owners, of course, opting for the pugnacious kind when presented the various kinds of defensive wards.

It is no surprise, then, that the backdoor is also ridden with defensive magic, leaving an unpleasant tingle on your skin as you push against the cold metal. The door is also heavy, which ultimately leaves you breathless when you finally step outside into the stormy night after your very last shift at the Ekstase. Raindrops hit your face harshly and you pull up your oversized scarf as to assure that the cold will not penetrate you through your clothing.

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The Joker x Reader - “Apart”

When you sent him the invitation to your wedding, you didn’t actually expect The Joker to show up. But here he is and now you have to deal with the situation; you are usually such a good actress, but…this is different. Very different.

“You came,” a smile appears on the corner of your lips as J gets out of the car and the valet takes it away, leaving your ex in front of you with a wide smirk on his face.

“Of course I came, I wouldn’t miss this now, would I?” he opens his arms and you go to give him a quick hug. “Hi, Doll,” he quickly pecks your cheek and you hold him for a few more seconds before breaking the embrace. You didn’t spoke or touch each other in about half a year.  

You take a deep breath, analyzing him and start walking up the stairs towards the mansion while you try to keep the conversation going without getting awkward:

“You still look the same J,” you state the obvious and he snickers, amused.

“I never change; you should know that by now. Would you look at this place,” he struggles to impress himself. “It’s a fortress, took me a while to find it. At least I know my girl is well taken care of, hm?”

“I’m…I’m not your girl anymore,” you whisper, brushing off the weirdness of his statement, but you know he just talks like this all the time anyway.

“Right, thanks for the reminder,” he elbows you, scoffing, and you ignore what he just said and point towards the huge property, excited:

“Let me give you a tour.”

“Where is the groom- to-be? Can’t wait to meet him; he’d better make you happy otherwise he will have to deal with me,” he keeps on yammering and you take his arm, not reacting to the last part of his tirade, guiding him through the maze of the outdoor gardens.

“He is away with business; he will be back in two days for the wedding. You’re the first guest to arrive, the rest are coming tomorrow.”

“You sure hired a lot of people for the event, Pumpkin. I can tell it’s going to be a huge wedding.”

“It will be,” you giggle, watching everybody running around, setting up flowers and the humongous tent where the gathering will happen.

“Wow, I already like it, no expense was spared,” The Joker addresses you, witnessing a few things coming together in a very nice way.

“Miss Y/N,” someone approaches, “do you want more red roses or pink ones?”

“Red,” J answers and it pleases you. “It’s her favorite color.” You also nod a yes and the guy walks away, trying to count how many more to add now. “Who else is coming?” he asks, frowning when a waiter passes you by in a hurry. “ I don’t like the way that man looked at you, want me to take care of it?”

You start laughing, caressing his shoulder.

“Noooo, lets’ not do that, it’s all good.”

It surprises you how much effort you put into trying not to look nervous, you are usually such a good actress, but…this is somewhat different.

“A lot of people will come, you know some of them,” you show him the guest list on a nearby table. “Don’t worry, you’ll seat next to me so you don’t really have to small talk with the others too much. I know you hate that.”

“I sure do,” he grins, kissing your hand and you sigh, continuing to pace alongside him in perfect silence for a few moments.

“Oh, no, it’s starting to rain,” you point out, looking at the gloomy clouds. “Thank goodness the tent is up so it won’t rain inside; they can still continue to decorate, it really needs to be finished by tomorrow night. Let’s go in the mansion, I’ll show you what we got.”

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As soon as he steps in and sees the crystal chandelier he looks in your eyes, puckering his lips:

“Same one we have at the penthouse!”

We had,” you correct him but The Joker didn’t get the fact you were referring to his statement involving the two of you. Or maybe he pretended.

“No, it’s still there, Doll. You always had good taste in decorating so I kept it.”

“That’s nice,” you avert your gaze, feeling your cheeks getting warm.

You walk him around, explaining what’s what, just like a well learned lesson.

“I’ll be damned,” he stops, stunned. “You kept it?!”

The enormous painting you two snatched from Gotham’s art museum two years ago is the centerpiece in the living room. He didn’t want to go because he couldn’t care less about stuff like that but in the end you convinced him to steal it together. You had it at the penthouse until…you left and took it with you. Now it’s here.

“You know how much I love it, Mister J,” you tease him by calling his full name, which you only did when he got in trouble. “I could never get rid of it.”

“I can understand that; I know your mind gets set on something and then you don’t let go,” he mocks, starting to walk upstairs.

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“And, ummm… this is the master bedroom,” you present it, a bit uncomfortable.

“It’s so you, Y/N, I can see it everywhere. Look at the bed, reminds me of the one we have at the penthouse,” he points towards it and you fix his mistake:

We had.”

“No, it’s still there,” he continues and you are still not sure if he really doesn’t get what you’re saying, but you don’t want to insist on the issue. No point really.

“I wonder if…You do have a mirror here too!” he sits on the bed, looking up and sure it’s there. He lies down on the pillows, gesturing you to come by him and you humor him. “Remember ours?”

You scoot over by him, smiling and grab his hand, looking up at the mirror too.

“Yes, fun times. We had our moments, right?” you have to agree, turning your head towards him.

“U-hum,” he replies, taking your fingers to his lips and kissing them, absent minded. You squirm under his touch and have to break the spell J apparently is unaware he still holds upon you.

“Why did you push me away?” you suddenly ask, squeezing his hand tighter.

“I push everybody away, it doesn’t mean that’s my intent,” he replies and for once he sounds sincere.

“Hey, wanna see my wedding dress?” you hurry and get up, heading towards the walk in closet.

“Might as well,” he lifts his shoulders up, resigned. He doesn’t really want to see it but he can’t upset you now that you are finally on speaking terms again. It takes you about 10 minutes to get ready and step outside, anxious for his reaction.

“My God, Princess, you look so beautiful,” he has to admit, jumping from the bed, coming to meet you in the middle of the room. “Turn around,” The Joker suggests and you slowly spin so he can see your gorgeous dress. “I really like the gown, it suits you.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, playing around with the delicate fabric because you feel edgy.

“My Princess always looks beautiful anyway,” he unravels his silver teeth, chuckling.

“I’m…I’m not your Princess anymore J,” you step towards him, fighting with all the feelings inside of you.

“You’ll always be my Princess,” he simply states and then rolls his eyes. “Come on, you’re gonna cry on me? You know I always talk like this,” he makes fun of you, seeing your lips quivering but has to admit something makes him uneasy.

Fuck it all, you think, deciding on the spot and go kiss him which surprises The Joker and in the same time it doesn’t.

I’m not sure if I like diamonds anymore,” you clearly enunciate and he freezes with his hands around your waist.

This is the phrase you two decided to use when you were together as a warning for grave danger, just in case you couldn’t say anything else and you wanted the other to know something is up without getting busted.

“Well, that’s a first, Doll,” he lets you go, understanding someone is listening, carefully looking around as you put your finger on your lips, signaling him to be quiet. You point towards the corners of the room, quickly scribbling on a piece of paper that you stash in his pocket.

“Yes, I am so bored with diamonds these days,” you try to control your voice from breaking and you hug him tight, barely whispering in his ear:
“Run! A left, two rights around the stairs. Don’t take the car, just run!” and you drag him towards the door, peeking outside to make sure nobody is passing by. He has such an intrigued expression on his face and you cover his mouth, shaking your head as a no.

“Ssstttt,” you soundlessly shush him. “Don’t let anybody see you, they’re all undercover! Go!” you whisper one last time before pushing him away and he doesn’t linger anymore but signals you to follow.

You mutter a NO, watching him walk as he turns around one more time to see you in your wedding dress. He takes the corner and he’s gone.

What the hell is going on? The Joker wonders, carefully sneaking around, hiding behind a wall so he can read the piece of paper you placed in his pocket:

“I’m not at Arkham or Belle Reve, not sure where. Warn as many as you can not to come. After you get out, keep left under the trees until you get to the main road. Don’t let them catch you.”

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It was a difficult break up, at least as far as you were concerned. You got sick and tired of everything and left because he didn’t seem to give a damn anyway. You were on your own for about a month when you got ambushed during a heist and couldn’t escape. You were taken to a place you haven’t been before and they were sure thrilled to see they got The Joker’s girlfriend; well, ex, but you didn’t tell them that part; they found out on their own.

You were sentenced to 40 years in prison but offered a deal: if you help the Secret Service catch the elusive Clown Prince of Crime and many others, your verdict will be reduced to only 10 years. It was such a sweet deal and they spared no effort in planning the perfect stakeout: for 3 months they put everything together, using your fake wedding as the bait: they wanted to get as many most wanted criminals as possible with minimum casualties, away from the public eye on that hidden property, rehearsing day and night to make everything seem like the real deal. They knew many would come to the occasion if you invite them. And you agreed, sure hoping J won’t show up. When he did, you didn’t want to care but things didn’t go as planned. You and your stupid feelings for him; you always pay for them no matter what.

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Of course the deal went sour and they retaliated for what you did: your sentence changed to life in prison and you weren’t treated nicely, to say the least. You had days when you regretted your stupid decision, crying yourself to sleep in the dark, cold cell. And some days were better, hoping he might find you and get you out of there. Hours, weeks, months and then two years passed with heartbreaking solitude and doubt, and you finally realized The Joker will never save you.  Even if you helped that day, knowing him he probably hated you with passion after tricking him with that well devised scheme and he is not the one to forgive such transgression. Or maybe he just can’t find the location. You tried to cope but the thought of never getting out of there was slowly driving you insane. How you missed the outside world and the freedom of doing what you please.

And you missed him…You couldn’t get out of your mind that last time he looked at you. You wanted so badly to run with him, but had to stay behind to hold them up, pretending he’s still there for a while to give him enough time to flee…Like he appreciated the sacrifice…Too late now for remorse, yet you can’t hide from yourself.

You slowly chew on your bread, deep in thought, sitting on the mattress, examining your skinny hands. You got so much thinner due to the special menu and treatment you were subjected in the last two years. Fit for a Queen, as they like to laugh at you.

“Oh, great,” you pull out the piece of plastic out of your mouth, unnerved you are always given such disgusting food. This is where you usually stop eating, nauseated at the crap you find in the meals. You glance at it for a second before wanting to toss it on the floor when you notice something.

You have to bring it really close to your eyes since you are not allowed to wear your contacts.  

I’m here. Cover your ears,” you read and gasp, dumbfounded, having a hard time processing what just happened.

The loud explosion to the right wall of your cell throws you to the ground and your ears start ringing .You struggle to get up, covered in dust and debris, stumbling to keep your balance, dizzy from the blast.

You stare at the gap in your wall, seeing so many bodies moving around on the other side, not knowing what to do.

“Would you hurry up, woman?! I don’t have all day!” you hear the familiar voice and J creeps inside your prison, coughing and trying to move the flying ashes out of his way.

You can’t even move and stare at him wearing your favorite suit, starting to cry in a frenzy.

He sighs and comes in front of you, his blue gaze going up and down your body, growling when he realizes how scrawny you are.

“So you didn’t get married, hm?” he bites on his lip and you barely manage to utter, whimpering:

“N-no…” and you continue bawling , rushing in his arms and he hugs you, taking each other in for a few seconds. “You…you look the same,” you cry your eyes out on his shoulder, hoping you are not hallucinating from the meds.

“I never change, you should know that by now,” he purrs in your hair, ecstatic he found you. He’s been looking forever; my God you were well locked away or what?!

“Sir, we need to get out of here, they’re coming!” one of the mercenaries yells and J lifts you up in his arms, carrying you outside. The sun hits you and you hide your face in his chest, wincing in pain.

“My eyes,” you complain, wiping your tears and slowly readjusting to natural light, fastly blinking to make it better. “You can put me down, I think I can walk,” you turn his face towards you so you can see him.

“Queens don’t walk,” he grumbles, kissing your forehead, continuing to carry you.

“I really missed you,” you confess on the verge of crying again. “I thought you will never come.”

“Meh, I was bored staring at that chandelier all day,” he tries to joke and you sense his hands holding you tighter.

You sniffle, smiling for the first time in so many months and ask when he looks down at you:

We still have it?”

We do,” The Joker answers, walking faster as all hell breaks loose behind him.

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