#reindeer mom [ mrs holiday ]

[reindeer-dad]

Bedtime: Does your muse read their child to sleep? Are there any other bedtime routines they have? For Carol

That one Parent's Day ask meme from months ago. RIP.

Ooh hey, a rare Carol question! She has her own blog that's still under construction and intended to be a companion blog to this one, so I'm completely fine with answering questions about Carol on here. ^^

When Dess and Noelle were young and small enough to sleep in their parents' bed, Carol gave them belly and back rubs to soothe them to sleep. They were so tiny. It was hard for her to believe that such perfect little people came from her.

When the girls got old and brave enough to sleep in their own rooms -- and it was her turn to put them to bed -- the process of trial-and-error proved that Dess liked having lullabies sung to her and Noelle preferred praying with her mother before falling asleep.

#huds speaks [ ooc memes answered ] #grey guy [ anons interact ] #reindeer mom [ mrs holiday ] #just shooting the shit [ other character headcanons ] #eldest adventurous doe [ december ] #youngest softest doe [ noelle ] #ooc: mayor holiday headcanons go brrrr!

[hometown-mayor]

How is Rudy? Is he feeling any better?

She just... walks out.

#reindeer mom [ ic ] #reindeer dad [ mr holiday ] #concerned citizen [ anons interact ] #town council event #ooc: to be continued on reindeer-dad!

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You can call me babe...not just for the weekend | Conrad Fisher x Reader

Advent calendar day seven: Tis the damn season

Summary: You and Conrad explore a road you never did before when come back to your hometown for the holidays

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Bundled in your warm coat and scarf, you walked down the streets of Boston with a cup of hot coffee in your right hand, looking for last minute presents while drinking in the feeling of home. Around you, the shops were adorned with twinkling holiday lights, painting a very different picture than in Los Angeles’s December. Especially with the light layers of snow all over the city. 

Although you loved living in Los Angeles, there was nothing better than a snow-y Christmas. 

You missed it the past two years. 

The faint scent of fresh fir and pine coming from the Christmas tree market at the end of the street brought a nostalgic smile to your lips. When you were little, your dad would let you pick a tree — which was always way too big for the living room.  

You entered the bookshop, browsing around for a possible novel to read during your vacation when your eyes caught a familiar face between the aisles. 

‘’Conrad?’’

Hearing his name, the brunet lifted his gaze. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You. In Boston. 

‘’Hi,’’ he said, completely struck. 

You walked over to him, pausing your shopping, and Conrad put down the book he was holding. 

‘’I haven’t seen you in a while. It’s good to see you.’’ 

He had changed — grown — since you last saw him. His hair was a bit longer at the back and his jawline was sharper, but he still had that navy sweater he wore to every Christmas party at school. It has reindeers and snowflakes on it. 

‘’I just got here last night,’’ he explained, giving you a small smile that fell soon after, as if regretting it. ‘’I didn't know you were coming this Christmas.’’ 

‘’I was beginning to miss the snow,’’ you said, then took a sip of your coffee. ‘’How’s your mom?’’ 

Conrad was relieved for a conversation shifter. ‘’She’s great.’’ He smiled again. ‘’We’re hosting a massive Christmas dinner this year and, you know her, she went all out. She turned our house into a place that looks like it came straight from a cheesy Hallmark holiday movie.’’

A chuckle spilled from your lips. Susannah always loved holidays — 4th of July, Thanksgiving, Christmas. She tended to go a bit overboard with the decorations, but she always prepared the most delicious feasts for her guests. Although she was no Martha Stewart, her dinner table was one for the magazines. 

‘’Did your dad put the big star at the top of the house? I couldn’t see it from my window last night.’’

‘’Eh, no.. He didn’t…’’ You could sense that Conrad was holding something back, something he didn’t know how to tell you.  ‘’Dad moved out last summer. He…’’ There was a short pause before he spilled the truth, having never said it out loud before. ‘’He cheated on my mom.’’ 

Your stomach sank and your heart ached for Susannah. You never would have taken Mr. Fisher for a cheater, but you can never really know someone.

‘’I’m sorry.’’

‘’Why for? You’re not the one who had an affair with his secretary,’’ Conrad said, clearly still pissed about the situation and resenting his dad. Getting a silence from you, Conrad took back his words. ‘’I should not have said that…’’

You shook your head. ‘’It’s okay,’’ you assured him. ‘’Is Jeremiah coming for the holidays? He’s in college now, right?’’ 

‘’Yeah. Him and Belly both go to Finch, so they are driving together tonight. Steven should get here tomorrow.’’

Steven. You hadn’t heard of him in a while. The last time you spoke to him was to congratulate him for getting into Princeton. The big news was the reason why you had changed his name for Princeton boy on your phone. It was a nod to one of your favorite movies — A Cinderella story.

A smile drew on your lips. ‘’Seems like everyone is back in town this year.’’ 

‘’Like the old days,’’ Conrad confirmed, his smile tighter than yours.

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The second time you ran into one of the Fisher brothers, you were getting lunch by yourself at your old favorite café and typing a few lines for your next novel. Christmas chaos had started at home and writing was impossible with your mother’s holiday music blasting while she was working on tomorrow’s dinner. 

You heard him before you saw him. 

‘’Oh my god, am I seeing right?’’ 

You raised your head, recognizing the dark blond curls spilling from under his hat that just entered the café. He skipped the counter and went straight for your table, pulling you in for a hug.

‘’I can’t believe you’re here! It’s been so long,’’ Jeremiah said, his smile so big you would think he had won a trip to Cabo. 

You talked for a few minutes, catching up on small things, but he unfortunately couldn’t stay long as he was meeting with Belly to go Christmas shopping. You wished them good luck, the shopping malls likely chaotic forty-eight hours before Christmas. 

‘’Before I go, there’s a huge New Year party at Este’ house next week,’’ Jeremiah informed, fixing his jacket and grabbing his coffee from the table. ‘’Everyone is gonna be there. You should come.’’

It was kind of him to invite you, but you were hesitant. 

‘’I haven’t spoken to anyone since moving across the country, I doubt they’ll want me there…’’ 

Jeremiah tilted his head, giving you a look. ‘’Don’t say that. I’m sure someone will be interested in hearing about all of your celebrity friends. If you tell anyone you’ve met Ariana Grande in a restaurant, they’ll want to be best friends.’’ 

You shook your head. Of course he would mention Ariana Grande. The two of you used to sing her music in the car and have midnight release parties every time a new album came out. 

‘’I don’t have any celebrity friends to gossip about. And if I did, I would be a bad friend for gossiping about them at a party in my hometown.’’ 

⁂

A Hallmark holiday rom-com was playing on TV when you received a text from Conrad. His contact picture was a selfie of you and him at the beach in Cousins. You visited him for the 4th of July the summer before you parted ways to different colleges. 

From Conrad: Do you want to drive around and look at Christmas lights together?

A smile drew across your face. It was an old tradition from when you were kids. The two of you would walk around the neighborhood on the first night of Christmas break and look at all the decorated houses. You always looked forward to that special night. Then, when Conrad got his license, you broadened your itinerary to other neighborhoods and added hot chocolates and stolen holiday desserts from your respective houses to the tradition. 

You didn’t bother changing out of your pajamas, adding a sweater over your shirt and slipping on your boots before heading out. 

‘’Where’s your coat?’’ Conrad asked when you opened the passenger door and got in.

‘’We’re staying in the car, I don’t need it,’’ you replied, closing the door and pulling your seatbelt.

Conrad sighed and turned the heater higher. 

‘’I’m gonna be honest, I was surprised to get a text from you. I got the impression that you weren't as pleased to see me as I was yesterday.’’

‘’No. It wasn’t that,’’ he assured, taking his eyes off the road to look at you briefly. ‘’To me, it was unlikely that you would come to Boston again since your life is in Los Angeles now. I was just shocked to see you in town.’’ 

 A teasing smile curled on your face. ‘’Aw, you were starstruck by me?’’

‘’I didn't say starstruck…’’ Conrad protested, shaking his head as you twisted his words around.  

The conversation was quickly dropped, something massive and green catching your attention on your side of the street. ‘’Oh, look on my left, they dressed up their 50 feet skeleton in a Grinch costume!’’ 

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‘’What are you doing here?’’ your mother asked, her arms crossed as swatched you in the kitchen making yourself a cup of tea on New Year’s eve, eyeing you with a mixture of disbelief and surprise.

You gave her a confused look, a teaspoon in one hand and a teabag dangling from the other. ‘’I’m on vacation… Mom, did you have too much eggnog or something?’’ 

‘’I mean, what are you doing at home on New Year’s eve? Don’t you have a party to go to? I’m sure your old friends missed you.’’

Letting out a sigh, you resumed preparing your tea, pouring hot water into the cup. ‘’Jeremiah invited me, but I don’t think I’m gonna be going. We can watch Ryan Seacrest’s Rockin New Year together—’’ 

Your mother leaned against the kitchen counter, a faint frown on her face. ‘’You should go. No twenty-year-old should stay at home on New Year’s eve,’’ she insisted, glancing at the clock on the wall. ‘’Is Conrad gonna be there?’’ 

You shrugged, stirring the tea. ‘’I don’t know.’’

She pointed at your cup. ‘’Give me that tea and get ready for that party.’’ 

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Leave it to you to be overdressed at a small town New Year party. Since moving to Los Angeles, you had to level up to their standards of fashion, but now you were sticking out like a sore thumb in this suburban crowd.

You walked further into the house, trying to find familiar faces, but you didn’t recognize half of them. They must have recognized you by the sour look they gave you. You couldn’t tell if it was because of your dress or because they didn’t like that you were at the party.  You tried to ignore them. There was a reason you left town and it wasn’t only for bigger career opportunities. 

‘’Happy new year!’’ Belly greeted over the loud music, grinning excitedly with a red cup in her hand and a pair of ‘2024’ gold glasses on her face. She pulled you in a hug, giving you a better welcome than your old classmates. She held you at arm’s length, looking you up and down. ‘’Wow, that dress looks so good. It’s like a mirrorball.’’ 

You smiled and thanked her for the compliment. ‘’You don’t think it’s too much?’’ 

She shook her head. ‘’It’s better to be overdressed than underdressed,’’ she assured you, quoting Susannah. ‘’Come. Steven has been talking about you non-stop since Jeremiah told him you were in town and coming to the party.’’ Belly gave the boys a glance on the other side of the room, both talking by the windows, then pulled you through the sea of people. 

‘’There she is,’’ Steven exclaimed when seeing you approach, being the last of the group to see you. 

You pulled him in a short hug. ‘’Hey, Steven.’’ 

Seeing your empty hands, Jeremiah offered to get you a drink. He enumerated the small selection available in Este’s kitchen, but your attention was drawn away when you caught Conrad sitting with a couple of friends on the couches with a beer in hand. Your eyes lingered on him more than necessary. You couldn’t help it, he looked so handsome in a button up and sweater. 

‘’So, which one is going to be?’’ Jeremiah said, still waiting for your choice of drink.

As the night went on, you lost sight of him. You and Belly laughed while the boys did karaoke, duetting musicals and acing every song. Parties in Los Angeles were not as laid back. Everyone would have booed if someone had pulled out the karaoke machine. 

Steven was in the middle of an impressive solo when you caught Conrad heading outside to the balcony. You glanced at your friends, then back at the sliding door, and excused yourself to the bathroom. You came to the party in hopes to see him, you couldn’t not talk to him.

As you stepped onto the balcony, the cool night air enveloped you, causing goosebumps to rise on your barely covered skin. Even with tights, that dress was not approved for the winter chill. Trying to ignore the high chances of catching a cold, you walked up to Conrad, who was leaning against the railing, gazing at the illuminated neighborhood by himself.

‘’I’ve been looking for you,’’ you said, your voice breaking the silence. 

‘’Me?’’

You hummed, joining him in his gazing. ‘’Aren't you cold out here?’’ 

‘’No, not really.’’ He shifted his eyes to you, noticing the absence of a coat over your shoulders. ‘’You sure are cold.’’ 

You chuckled, rubbing your arms in a futile attempt to generate warmth. ‘’Maybe a little.’’

Without asking, Conrad pulled you closer, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders. ‘’Better?’’ 

You leaned into his side, a smile gracing your lips as the woodsy undertones of his cologne enveloped your senses with every breath. ‘’Better.’’ 

‘’How was your Christmas?’’ he asked.

‘’Great.’’ Your answer came across as cold, but it wasn’t intentional. ‘’Did Susannah make you wear matching Christmas sweaters again?’’

Conrad groaned, confirming that she did. ‘’She got us matching pajama bottoms too, this year. It’s horrendous.’’

‘’I’m sure you looked cute— that it was cute,’’ you quickly corrected. 

‘’I assure you, it was not,’’ Conrad denied, shaking his head at the memories. ‘’Mom put reindeer ears on Jeremiah’s head for the family portrait and I had a Santa hat.’’ 

You could totally imagine Conrad in a Santa hat and Christmas pajamas. 

‘’Conrad?’’ He hummed, waiting for you to continue. ‘’Do you ever think of us? The ‘us’ before I moved to California?’’ 

The two of you were very close since third grade, but once you moved to California, you got radio silence from Conrad. No texts. No phone calls. Nothing. 

‘’What do you mean?’’ 

You distanced yourself from him, preferring to be cold rather than close to someone who was playing fool. ‘’You know what I mean.’’

‘’You’re going back to L.A. in a couple of days. It doesn’t matter…’’ 

‘’It does!’’ you finally said, a mix of emotions coating your voice. ‘’I miss us. I miss us everyday, and after these past days, I don’t think I can go back to not speaking to you. I’m asking you one last time, Conrad, if you miss us too, please say it so we can stop acting like stupid teenagers and face what this is like adults.’’ 

Inside the house, you could hear people loudly counting down to midnight, meaning there wasn’t much time left. 

Talking about feelings was always difficult with Conrad. He preferred to bottle them and be miserable instead of facing them. 

‘’Of course I do,’’ he admitted with a rare vulnerability. ‘’No one matters more to me than you.’’

You didn’t hear the countdown reaching its end when you leaned up and pressed your lips against his, finally exploring the road untraveled by. You thought it would feel strange to cross the friendship line, but it wasn’t. It was easy and comfortable. 

Conrad pulled you back to him with a hand on the small of your back, the sequins of your dress scratching his skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as if you were scared he would break the kiss too soon or just…run.

When the kiss did break, Conrad didn’t run. He was smiling down at you as cheers roared from inside the house, the clock having struck midnight. 

‘’It almost doesn’t feel real,’’ you said, looking into his beautiful eyes. 

Conrad leaned down to kiss you again. ‘’How about now?’’ He had an ever present smile on his lips, the kind of smile that couldn’t be broken by anything. The kind of smile that was from pure happiness. 

Starting to feel too cold, the two of you headed back inside to grab your coat and leave. As you were maneuvering through the people, Jeremiah didn’t fail to notice Conrad’s hand holding yours. He elbowed Belly, who squealed excitedly.

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[leclerc-s]

a paddock family christmas

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nataliaruiz, penelopetrevino, isabellaperez, maejonesverstappen, maxjonesverstappen posted new stories

baby's first christmas, tears were shed shoutout seb for getting reindeer this christmas and hosting us! churro is not loving the snow taking my auntie duties very seriously this christmas seb's banned her from helping with tree decorating. it's very unfair. who can say no to her?

danieljonesricciardo, freyavettel, mickschumacher, charles_leclerc, and zoyatorres posted new stories

next up: christmas tree farm by my wife! 'tis the season 💞 mon coeur (my heart) according to logan, i'm officially a disney princess

rhysjones, baileywinters, isabellaperez, and dulceperez

one thing i will ever do is let this picture die. happy holidays! i have been entrusted with baking. hope i don't let seb down. moments after he threatened to yet again steal max's cats and to force daphne to adopt him so he can terrorize daniel 24/7 looks like someone is coming for charles' ferrari seat.

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nataliaruiz the easiest yes of my life

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sukiwaterhouse congrats! wishing you two so much love and happiness.

↳ nataliaruiz thanks babes, you're still my #1 don't worry!

↳ sukiwaterhouse i better be. that french fuck has nothing on me

↳ charles_leclerc I'M MONEGASQUE! YOU KNOW THIS!

↳ sukiwaterhouse i couldn't care less

zoyatorres still can't believe i got to witness this with my own eyes. however, no one cried more than arthur.

↳ arthur_leclerc STOP TELLING EVERYONE MY BUSINESS!

danieljonesricciardo welcome to the club! i call best man!

↳ pierregasly i think the fuck not! you already got to be best man at mae and max's wedding.

lorenzotl officially welcome to the family, although you've been an unofficial leclerc since 2019. love you, merry christmas to you and little star

↳ nataliaruiz love you enzo!

freyavettel MOM AND DAD ARE GETTING MARRIED! I AM A CHILD OF ENGAGED PARENTS!

↳ mickschumacher reminder, your actual parents are married.

↳ freyavettel shh mickey!

isabellaperez AND FOR ONCE LANDO DIDN'T SPOIL IT!

↳ landonorris THAT WAS ONE TIME ISA! LET IT GO!

mrsamclaflin i see he finally got the hint. goodbye mrs.dunne, you were the best fake wife.

↳ nataliaruiz he did! and goodbye to you mr.dunne, you were an amazing fake husband!

rileykeough i can't believe i lost my wife to a french?

↳ charles_leclerc I'M MONEGASQUE!

↳ rileykeough i don't care? you speak french = you are french. end of story.

sebastianvettel always knew you two were in love, even before you did.

↳ nataliaruiz no, you didn't! how could you know when even we didn't?

↳ sebastianvettel easy, he looked at you the same way i look at my wife. he was as the children say 'down bad'

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charles_leclerc pour toujours

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carlossainz55 felicidades cabrón!

↳ charles_leclerc thanks mate!

alexalbon he finally got the hint!

maxjonesverstappen1 it only took you 6 months to get the hint

↳ charles_leclerc i'm not as clueless as you all think! i was waiting for christmas!

↳ landonorris um, why christmas?

↳ charles_leclerc when we were 10 she said she wanted to get engaged on christmas with the people most important to her present. her dad and brother couldn't make it so i settled for all of you.

↳ georgerussell63 wow really feeling the love sharl.

↳ charles_leclerc i'm kidding, thank you for clearing you plans and making it out for her.

scuderiaferrari congrats to the happy couple!

↳ nataliaruiz build him a better car next season or things will get ugly

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zoyatorres PARENTS ARE GETTING MARRIED!

mrsamclaflin well congrats to the happy couple! it's about time!

↳ nataliaruiz why thank you mr. dunne!

↳ mrsamclaflin anytime future mrs.leclerc!

↳ charles_leclerc we were going to have problems if you called her mrs.dunne 🤺

rileykeough she's married to me leclerc?

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↳ rileykeough oh you know she is.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! merry christmas to those of you who celebrate! and to those of you who don't i wish you a very wonderful day. now, someone had to engaged or married on christmas! they are all my babies and i have to make them happy for christmas.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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Stolen Christmas Moments

Day 4: Stolen Mistletoe Kiss

I'm doing the 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge that msrafterdark posted!

Summary: Scully is celebrating Christmas in San Diego and Mulder? Misses her so much that he decides to take a few chances. (wc: 1,701, fluff)

Tagging @today-in-fic

He hasn’t thought this plan through at all. The only problem is that he doesn’t realize it until it’s much too late.

“What are you doing here?” Bill Jr. asks him and his grouchy face doesn’t fit at all with the whimsical Christmas sweater he’s wearing. Mulder wonders if Scully is wearing a similar one. Whether Mrs. Scully got all her children matching sweaters. He wouldn’t put it past her. But now is not the time to lose himself in thoughts.

“You couldn’t have called?” Bill goes on. “You have to ruin another Christmas by showing up here?”

He should defend himself. But how? Bill is right. He has no right to be here. Scully left a few days ago, smiling brightly from ear to ear, reminding him that she would be in San Diego for the holidays. He had wished her a merry Christmas like the good partner he is and promised himself – and her – that he wouldn’t call her.

Well, he hasn’t called her. In a moment of pure insanity, he booked a flight to San Diego and here he is, standing in front of her big brother, who is crossing his arms in front of his chest like a bodyguard.

He really should have thought this through.

“Sc- Dana said not to call her.” Of all the things he could have said, he chooses this. Bill blinks at him, seemingly surprised. “I- she forgot something and I thought I’d… bring it to her."

“What did she forget?” Maybe Bill should start working for the FBI. He’s asking all the right questions and making Mulder squirm. What could she have possibly forgotten? What could be so important that he had to fly out to San Diego to bring it to her?

“What,” and Bill’s face comes dangerously close to his, “has she forgotten that is so important?”

“Um,” Mulder says, taking a step back. This was a dumb decision. He’s made a few of these in this life but this one ranks high. Very high. He decides to change course. Bill already hates him anyway and no matter what he says, that won’t change.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Bill,” he starts and surprise flashes on the other’s man’s face. Much like his sister, he is easy to read; Mulder is fluent in Scully expressions.

“Dana didn’t forget anything. The reason I’m here is simple.” As simple as it is, it’s damn difficult to admit it. It’s one thing to admit it to himself while sitting on the couch in his apartment, his fish his only company. It’s another to admit it to Scully’s brother who’d rather he disappeared from his sister’s life.

“Is that Fox?” Mrs. Scully appears at the door and she, too, is wearing a reindeer sweater with a blinking red nose. Mulder smiles sheepishly. “Oh, what a surprise,” she says and sounds honest. “Bill, let Fox in. Dana will be so excited to see you.”

“Mom, he wasn’t invited,” Bill says.

“There’s enough room here and food. It’s cold, Bill. Let Fox in and close the door.”

“It’s San Diego,” Bill says, “it’s anything but cold. But I guess I have to let you in,” he says turning to Mulder. He nods, swallowing.

“Thank you.” Bill trots off as Mulder takes off his shoes and his coat. He still hasn’t figured out what he’s going to say to Scully. People he’s never seen in his life are walking around the Scully house. Their hair colors and shapes look vaguely familiar, so he figures they’re all somehow related. He’s crashed into a full-blown Scully Christmas celebration.

“Mulder?” And there she is. The reason he flew across the country without a single thought. Or even a present. Fuck. He did this all wrong. But her face lights up and she smiles up at him as if genuinely happy to see him here. “What are you- why are you in San Diego? Please tell me it’s not another case.”

“No,” he says with a slight shake of his head. “Not a case. I know you said not to call you but-”

“I meant not to call me about work, Mulder. You know that. So why are you here? You were just in the neighborhood?” She’s teasing him. She’s honest to god teasing him. With him showing up here out of the blue, she could be angry, she could be sending him away. She’s doing neither. Instead, she’s smiling softly at him. As if she wanted him here as much as he wanted to spend Christmas with her.

“I- I was just in the neighborhood,” he confirms with a grin. “Unless you want me to leave again.”

“Don’t you dare. Though we need to find something for you to wear.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?”

“We’re all wearing these,” Scully says, pointing at her Christmas sweater. There’s a huge smiling snowman on hers and it looks so soft that Mulder wants to touch it. “We’ll find you one.” When she takes his hand, he marvels at how warm her skin feels.

“Come on upstairs. My mom always has at least one extra sweater.”

“Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, ask her?” Mulder lets himself be dragged up the stairs, well aware that this is Bill Jr.’s house. He doubts the other man wants him up here. Or anywhere, really. Scully, however, doesn’t seem to care. She’s still smiling, going into one of the bedrooms and leaving the door wide open. Mulder remains outside, scared to follow her.

“I’m sharing with my mom,” she lets him know. “I knew it.” She returns a few moments later, holding another colorful Christmas sweater.

“You’re not serious.”

“If you want to spend Christmas with the Scullys, Mulder, you must look the part. You can go change in there.” She points at what he supposes is the bathroom. He takes the unbelievably soft sweater and closes the door behind him to catch his breath.

Did not think this through, he reminds himself as he takes off his own sweater to put on the Scully Christmas sweater. It’s a bit snug but it will do. He looks at himself in the mirror and smiles. He looks as ridiculous as the rest of them. He needs to thank Scully for this. For accepting him into her brother’s home and making him a part of this.

Just as he’s about to leave, he sees it: mistletoe. Who would put mistletoe in the bathroom? He doesn’t even think about it. He leans up and unties it, stuffing it into his jeans pocket. Maybe it will come in handy later.

Mulder doesn’t remember the last time he had this much fun. Even Bill Jr. is friendly to him, bringing him a glass of punch.

“You don’t think it’s poisoned, do you?” Mulder asks Scully, smelling the fruity concoction.

“He wouldn’t dare do that to Mom on Christmas.”

“So you do think he would poison me?” Mulder takes a sip, reveling in the sweet taste.

“Not on Christmas.” Scully winks at him, making him wonder how much punch she’s had. Seeing her this happy is a dream come true. This is what he wanted for her. This is what he wanted to witness, too.

Last year he almost fucked it up by taking up too much of her time. Always unable to let her go. Bill Jr. is right when he calls him a selfish bastard. He wants to spend time with Scully like this, too. Carefree. Happy. Christmas is not the only thing he almost ruined last year. The kiss that never was. Blurting an I love you in the hospital after she once again saved his ass. The whole Diana business. This year, he wants to do everything right.

“Scully, I didn’t bring any presents.”

“No one will notice, Mulder.” She pats his hand.

“I don’t have a gift for you either.”

“I don’t need a present.” When she turns to him, her cheeks are pink and her blue eyes are sparkling. “I’d like some company while I get some fresh air though.” This is his moment. This is it. He follows her outside as if in a trance, the mistletoe poking his thigh. It’s dark already, but it doesn’t feel like it with the Christmas lights surrounding them. It’s not cold here in San Diego, but there’s a cool breeze and Scully stands close to him, sharing his warmth.

“I do have something,” Mulder says after a moment of comfortable silence. “I’m not sure how original the gift is or if it’s something you like, but…” He puts his hand in his pocket, winces when his skin gets caught on the mistletoe, and takes it out.

“Is that- Mulder, is that mistletoe?”

He nods, smiling softly. “I have to admit that I stole it.”

“From where?” Scully is smiling too.

“Upstairs bathroom. I saw it and- Scully, the reason I came here isn’t that I was looking to steal mistletoe and kiss you. But maybe it’s part of it. I was sitting at home and I was missing you. I was thinking about last year and how much fun we had.” She raises her eyebrows. “It was fun, wasn’t it? In hindsight. Anyway, it made me realize that I didn’t want to spend Christmas without you.”

“Why didn’t you call?”

“I should have. I know I shouldn’t have flown here but- I thought I’d take a chance.” And he’s doing it again, offering her the mistletoe. She takes it, turning it around in her palm.

“Guess it’s my turn now, hm?” Scully looks at him and then lifts her arm, barely reaching over his head, but it doesn’t matter. They meet in the middle and when Scully lets go of the mistletoe, it lands in his hair, and as their kiss heats up, in the snow.

When they go back inside a few minutes later, Mrs. Scully asks if it’s cold because they’re both pink-faced. Their pinkies meet out of Mrs. Scully’s sight and they both nod in unison. Mrs. Scully probably doesn't believe them - if her face is an indication - but nothing else matters tonight. Scully kissed him. His Christmas wish has already come true.

#ficmas2023 #this one is my fave so far! #it's fluffy #bill jr and mrs. scully will probably show up a few more times #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[gnpwdrnwhiskey]

Pairing - Jack Daniels x ofc!SunDrop

Word Count - 580-ish?

Warnings - none that I am aware of, just lots of fluff and one small surprise

Author's Note - I had wanted to write Christmas stories for all of my characters this year, but so far these are the only two that have cooperated, lol! Unbeta'd, all mistakes are my own.

"Hey honey, can you meet me at my parents after work please? And bring Georgia. Love you!"

Jack plays the voice message a third time, Georgia's head tilting from side to side everytime she hears her name.

But Jack is better trained than his canine companion and he's listening to the nuance in her voice. She's too perky. Which means she's up to something.

"Damnit, Sunny," he mutters as he fires up the Bronco. He just wants to go home, get out of this uniform, have a beer, and kick his feet up. "Let's go see what fresh hell this is, Georgie girl."

Sunny's sitting on her parents front steps when he pulls up, decked out in festive flannel Christmas pajamas complete with rows of snowmen and reindeer and he has a sinking feeling he knows what's going on here, is actually tempted to just let Georgia out and keep driving but he values his life so he takes a deep breath and gets out of the truck, Georgia bounding ahead of him.

"Hey, cowboy," she smiles up at him, petting Georgia with one hand and holding out a beer he gladly accepts with the other. "Fancy meeting you here."

"You know your wish is my command, sweetheart," he grins, sitting down next to her and leaning over to steal a kiss that Sunny, like always, melts right into making him reluctant to pull away. "Let me guess, there's holiday themed getups like this for me and Georgia inside too?"

"I'm so glad you're smart and pretty, Jack Daniels," Sunny laughs, scooting closer to him on the steps so she can rest her head on his shoulder and lace her arm through his. "I tried to make yours as un-festive and boring as possible, just some plaid pants and a henley. You can even keep your boots on, Mr. Grinch. Poor Georgia has to wear antlers. At least you don't have to suffer that indignity."

"And Bagel?"

"He's in the house making it everyone's problem that he's currently wearing a Christmas sweater."

"So what's the plan here, sugar?"

"Well, on the surface we're humoring Maddie and doing family Christmas photos."

"And below the surface?" Jack asks with the arch of an eyebrow.

"When it's time for Maddie and Ty's solo photos with Roxie Doxie, he's proposing. And we all get to act surprised and ohh and aah over them. And then have dinner. Pretty sure my mom made chili."

"Kid's really trying to show me up, huh?"

"By proposing?" Sunny snorts. "We're already married, you doof. Or did you forget that little adventure to Gatlinburg already?"

"No, Mrs. Daniels," Jack laughs softly, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. "I certainly have not, but they don't know that."

"We'll tell them. One day," Sunny shrugs. "Let Maddie have the spotlight today."

"And what's in it for me, going along with this charade?"

"Besides homemade chili and cornbread?"

"As much as I love your mom's chili, I think I need a little more incentive."

"Okay, cowboy," Sunny says, sitting up and turning slightly to face him, toying with the top button on her pajama top. "For being a good sport, I'll let you take me home and unwrap me. I'm even more festive underneath."

"Oh, really now?" Jack hooks a finger in the vee of her shirt, trying to sneak a peek and Sunny laughs and bats his hands away. "Alright, SunnyD, I think you got yourself a deal."

#jack daniels fanfiction #agent jack whiskey daniels #jack daniels x ofc #jack daniels x ofc!SunDrop #doin life with me series #jack & sunny

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

So I know the Fenton’s Christmas has always been a heavy discussion due to how Maddie and Jack’s fighting about Santa ends up ruining Christmas especially for Danny. Rewrite Idea. Context, My Sam comes later in their lives so she finds out later.

Sam-So Mr and Mrs Fenton get into a yearly argument about Santa?

Tucker-Yeah, it wasn’t really a big deal at first. Just one of those silly things people just never seem to really agree on because of holiday stress but it never got out of hand, mostly a thing they kept to themselves as to not let it bother Danny and Jazz. That was until Danny and Jazz came to the age where they began to have their own thoughts about Santa and… Tucker opens the door to show Sam:

Danny- You’re suppose to be the smart one! How can you and dad possibly believe an old man on a diet full of cookies and milk could be living in the North Pole with mythical creatures, travelling on a sleigh with reindeer, around the entire world overnight! How does that even work with TIME ZONES!?

Jazz-YOU. ARE. HALF. DEAD! How could you and mom be skeptical OF THAT!?

Sam-…Should we stop them?

Tucker-Nah, we’ve all have found it better to just let them get it out of their systems. One time their turkey came to life from radiation and they talk about it WAY less than THIS! You can find their previous arguments all over YouTube, they have over like a million views. More than even those two guys arguing over Glinda The Good Witch.

Sam-How long exactly, does this last?

Tucker-Usually blows over by New Years. Pretty much everyone in Amity’s used to this. Even got on Amity Park News!

Headline- Local Family Fight Over Holiday Mascot.

At some point they stop arguing about it when someone suggests that maybe Santa’s a ghost and everything’s just having other ghost helpers and using ghost powers.

What do I think? How would u want to handle that? I’d love to know💖

#danny phantom #Fentons #danny fenton #jack fenton #maddie fenton #jazz fenton #Phandom #dannyphantom #Sam manson #tucker foley #Dp christmas #Dp rewrite #My ideas

[cecilebutcher]

დStarKid songs I associate with twst boys დ

This is probably the most random one out of all my “songs I associate with twst boys”. But hey, Team StarKid is amazing what can I say～(￣▽￣～)

This is all for shits and giggles. And I did giggle while writing these.

I made this before npmd so no amazing songs from there😔

!!Don’t like,it does nothing. Reblog instesd!!

Characters: all the nrc students + some of my oc’s

Riddle Rosehearts: California MIA

“My mom's a bitch. An alcoholic. A melancholic. That we keep afloat. It's time to flip the switch. When the problem's chronic. Not being hyperbolic. But it's time to ghost”

Trey Clover: cup of roasted coffee

“Get your cup of roasted coffee. Your morning cup of Joey. We'll make a jamming cup of java. Mocha latte with the froth for you, Jack. Frappuccino with the freshly roasted mung beans. It's a caramel drizzle mud in a cup. With a drip, drip, drip-drip, drip. And we'll bring it right up”

Cater Diamond: deck the halls(of northville high)

“Can't wait. Deck the halls on high. Deck up Northville High School. Carol in the halls. Rising with the tide yule. Orient like kings. See what winter brings for your. Northville mistletoe”

Ace Trappola: join us (and die)

“Sorry to interrupt. But we got bones to pluck. The time for chaos is long past overdue. Death isn't optional. In fact it’s optimal. Your time is up. And now we go through you. We tried to convince you. In soliloquy. But now we'll kill you. With more than harmony! Just die”

Deuce Spade: show me your hands

“Ma'am, I need you to take a step back. You're facing the law, not the clerk at The Gap. Yeah, we're cops. Yeah, we're cops. You'd better shape on up. You better empty out all of them pockets. But don't empty out all of them pockets. Yeah, we're cops. Yeah, we're cops. And we make sense”

Leona Kingscholar: we got work to do

“I don't really wanna do the work today. I don't really wanna do the work today. I don't really wanna do the work today. I don't wanna do the work today”

Ruggie Bucchi: i steal everything

“Did you know in this barbaric country. They only give you money if you work. Thanks, but no thanks, the man. I'll keep stealing all I can. Instead of being a fascist yuppie jerk”

Jack Howl: happy ending

“I'll be treated like a hero. All the citizens adore. They'll throw a parade in my honor. With peacocks and monkeys galore. The people will cheer. For the royal vizier. For answering duty's call”

Azul Ashengrotto: our doors are open

“We'll gladly give you money. I'll gladly take your money now. I want the doll with the tummy. Oh, don't we all and here is how you get. The very thing you want. The highest of holidays. Comes but once a year. I'm not talking 'bout the fat man and his reindeer. It's the crème brûlée. Following turkey day”

Jade Leech: you tied up my heart

“I'm tied up, Charlotte. Tied up with you. You understand me. Now hand me those keys. The keys to my youth. God, we were young once. Innocent and fun once. And free. Let go of this grip on me. You tied up my heart. You tied me down. Now break me open. With your love and mercy”

Floyd Leech: tickle me wiggly

“He's a wiggly snig. And a sniggly wiggly (Yeah!) A fwendy-wend. That makes you giggly! He's an underwater creature from outta this world. A bestest fwendy-wend. To all the boys and girls! He's a wiggly wig. And a snuggle poo. And a wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle. Wiggle wiggle wiggle with you”

Kalim Al-Asim: cup of poisoned coffee

“Get your cup of poisoned coffee. Your toxic cup of Joey! We'll make a twisted cup of java mocha latte with the goo for you Jack. Jack, Jack, Jack! Hey, Mr. Business. How do you. How do you. How do you do?”

Jamil Viper: no one remembers achmend

“So to restore my repute. As a fierce fearsome brute, There's only one route I see. Arrange the slaughter of millions. Of innocent civilians. Then they'll remember me”

Vil Shoenheit: take me back

“Take me back in time to love you. Take me back when we were lost. Lost in love and lost in feeling. Without the cost. Take me back in time to high school. Take me back when things were light. Light my heart and light my shadow. And make it alright. Cause I already lost it once. What I already won”

Rook Hunt: Show stopping number

“A show stoppin' number. Is something you die for. A real catchy, earwormy tune. An award-winning score. That seeps in and out of your pores. A ditty to make the chorus girls swoon. It'll unify humanity in a thundering chorus. No exits from this Broadway venue. So splash those shiny cymbals. Got a show stoppin' hymnal for you”

Epel Felmier: final (a thousand and one nights reprise)

“A thousand and one lifetimes is not enough to spend. At last we have a story with no end. Let this be a story with no end...”

Idia Shroud: the golden rule (evil reprise)

“I follow the golden rule. How can a man resist. When the gold in his hand. Lets him rule the land. With an iron fist. I follow the golden rule. It's either them or me. The gold that my neighbor. Earns through his labor. Is gold I'll never see. Who has the gold makes all the rules. So he wins the game and then. The prize for winning?”

Ortho Shroud: sands of time- golden rule

“Follow the golden rule. For life's a two-way street. Keep that in mind. And you'll be kind. To everyone you meet! Follow the golden rule. It isn't hard to do. Always treat others like sisters and brothers. And they'll do the same for you. Before you harm your fellow man. Ask this question first: How would you wish that he treat you. If your fortunes were reversed?”

Malleus Draconia: dream a little harder

“Why don't we have enough to eat? Why are we dying in the street? Why does my baby always cry? Why did my mommy have to die? Mine too. Mine too. Mine too, Mine too, Mine too! The answer here is crystal clear. Jafar, that ugly old Vizier. He's the reason for our many woes”

Lilia Vanrouge: twisted

“What remains of a man when that man is dead and gone? Only memories and stories of his deeds will linger on. But if a man's accomplishments aren't in the tale they tell. Are the deeds that go unheralded his legacy as well? If a war breaks out tomorrow, we'll all have Hell to pay. Why protect my reputation? I'm a dead man either way. How will they tell my story? How will they tell my tale? Will anybody even care?”

Silver (Vanrouge): not your seed

“You left me out of your sight for one second. And look what happens, nightmare time. It's worse than you could imagine. Not sex and not drugs. Just alien invading minds. No more family vacays together. 'Cause your only daughter's under the weather. And if you actually paid attention to me”

Sebek Zigvolt: wiggle

“I hear his voice. I feel his power. I see his kingdom and his plans. Laid out for me. Oh, he's mine, mine, mine. To follow his orders. Oh, it's my, my monument to build. He will wiggle, wiggle. Wiggly will wiggle tonight. Oh He will wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle his way into life”

“Oc’s”

Ibhana “Vesper” Baske: Adore me

“I will destroy everything. And then I will destroy everything. I'll guarantee I'll destroy everything. In my path. Unless I get what I - Shit, it's Gerald. I will destroy everything. And then I will destroy everything. (Alright, keep going, don't say the shit part) I'll guarantee I'll destroy everything. (Alright, that's good, don't say the shit part) In my path. Unless I get what I shit”

Tao Yúchi: everything and more

“I want the moon. I want to live on the moon. And eat it in a pie. And keep it as a pet. And wear it like a gemstone in my hair. And someday soon. The people who say I'm just dreaming. Like father and Ja'far. Will see how wrong they are. As I laugh in their faces through mouthfuls of moonbeam pie”

Igor Kazentoc: the guy who didn’t like musicals

“In the tiny town of Hatchetfield. Lived an awful grinch named Paul. Spends his day surfing the web. And not singing and dancing with us all. Should we kill him? Should we kill him? Oh, he pines after a cute lil' barista. Isn’t that worth a show-stopping fiesta, yeah? But for some damn reason. He won’t join our singing season. What an ass! What a bitch! What a cuck!”

Junto Shuisha: La dee dah dah day

“Sometimes I just wanna shout. On top of roof and mountain tops. All the world is paved in gold. Yesterday is retroactive. Got myself a new perspective. I strut it up and down the road. So I throw out my worries. And my old skin away. Doing what I want to. On this la dee dah dah day!”

Jasper Spade: Black Friday

“Is this what I lived for? To be choked in a toy store. While staring into hell. There's something that's beautiful. Being awake for my funeral. You can close the casket now. The plans for my father's hopeless seed. Born into moral poverty. Still, I wasn't the angel heaven sent. To break through my cliché boundaries”

Najih Al-Amin: feast or famine

“You never should settle for the lifetime that is handed to you. There's always a line to be cut and someone to barrel through. And if you should find that you're about to get the short of the stick. Take what you want. Return what you get”

Aikat Spanos: Backfire

“What if I tried something new. And it— Backfired! What if I did something more. And it— Backfired! You made a Schwoopsie... You burned down the village... You killed all the mammoths... You poisoned the water... You lost my Grant... Chorn... Okay, okay, okay! Geez Chorn, I get it”

Phobes Spanos: a thousand and one nights

“I want to know your story. I want to know your past. So tell me slowly from the start. Leave out no detail. Savour every part. I want to know your story. So make the story last. I want to know each twist and turn. Tell me all I've missed. I've so much to learn”

“BONUS”

Grim: Wagon on fire

“Your wagon is on fire. Your wagon is aflame. Your wagon is on fire. It’ll never be the same”

All of these songs are part of musicals, go watch them, they are amazing(and stupidly funny) this is for shits and giggles btw, don’t take it seriously, please T^T

(Also, did I give Kalim a song about poison for the irony of his life? Yes. Did I give silver a song about a father daughter angst relationship for angst? Also yes)

!!requests are open!!

comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3 likes do nothing. Seriously, don’t like, reblog.

#twisted wonderland #twst #❦cece #disney twisted wonderland #twst oc #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil shoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver twst #sebek zigvolt

[girl-next-door-writes]

Let Your Heart Be Light

Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve is trying his best to impress his new friend, the trouble is that he has competition.

Word Count: 1515 words

Prompt: #20: Cookie decorating competition

A/N: The fantastic @chromium-siren slipped this prompt in for the delightful Mr Harrington and I am happy to write it.

This was not a big deal, not at all. It wasn’t like Steve had spent yesterday cleaning the house and making sure everywhere looked sufficiently festive or anything. And even if he had, it wasn’t like it was purely because you were coming over. Everyone was coming over for a day of cookie decorating and Christmas movies and general holiday season fun, so it wasn’t like this was a date or anything. Steve had been very clear about that, and then spent the next couple of days kicking himself for making such a big deal so now you probably thought he wasn’t interested in you like that.

The house smelled of freshly baked cookies, which were now cooling on various racks on the kitchen table. He was so glad Mrs Henderson had helped him out with that little task, all he had to do was pop them in the oven as instructed, then he had hovered there, staring through the tinted glass, not wanting to even blink for fear they would burn in an instant.

“Hey doofus, this place looks like Christmas threw up!” Robin called as she let herself in, smirking at the decorations.

“In a good way? Or in a ‘seriously I should rip them all down and start from scratch’ way?” he asked nervously, appearing in the kitchen doorway wearing a dark red apron with tiny white reindeer cross-stitched into it.

“Like it matters.” Robin retorted before bursting into laughter at the sight of him. “Wow, you’re in full on mom mode.”

“He’s always in mom mode.” Dustin wandered in with Lucas and Mike, holding up a bag filled with cookie decorating paraphernalia. “Mom says to just send back what we don’t use, but we have to wash stuff first.”

“No problem. I’ve already washed the trays from earlier. Your mom is pretty cool, Henderson.”

“She your role model? Will I come in here one day and find you dressed up like her? That would be quite Psycho of you.”

“Hey guys, look who I bumped into on the driveway.” Nancy beamed as she entered the house with Will and you following close behind.

“Oh, hey!” Steve said a little too loud to be natural, running his hand through his hair before he realised he still had some flour on it. “Shit.”

“Look at that, Steve’s a Christmas badger!” Mike smirked.

“Or maybe he’s going for silver fox.” Lucas added.

“You guys pick on him like it’s a sport.” Max huffed as she arrived with Elle, the last of the group to arrive, arms filled with interestingly wrapped gifts. “I’m gonna throw these under the tree for later.”

“Now everyone’s here, we can officially begin. I’ve got the kitchen set up.” Steve nodded to the kitchen and slowly people made their way past him.

You stopped for a moment to say hi. His heart practically stopped when you reached up and lightly dusted the flour out of his hair before following Nancy towards the table.

“She touched your hair! She touched your hair, and you didn’t explode! You must really like her.” Robin teased.

“Shut up.” He hissed, glancing over to make sure you hadn’t heard the interaction, his eyes widening as he heard Elle say,

“Oh, Nancy dated Steve.” He quickly moved over to stand beside you, eager to change the subject and get the competition rolling.

“Okay, listen up. We each get four cookies: a tree, a Santa, a star and whatever the hell that other one is.”

“I think it’s supposed to be an angel.”

“Okay, so an angel. Whoever decorates their cookies the best will get the prize.” Steve grinned as the promise of a prize caused the kids to go a little wild.

“Hey, hey. See you’ve started without me.” A familiar voice called out and Steve’s heart sank a little.

“Hi Eddie. Thought you couldn’t make it.” He gave his friend a tight smile. It wasn’t that he wanted to exclude Eddie, just that he didn’t want the tattooed metal legend to waltz in and steal your attention away.

“Well, someone’s got to make sure your cookie decorating thing isn’t entirely lame. Speaking of, what the fuck is this music?”

“It’s festive.” Steve rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest.

“It’s bullshit.” Eddie grinned, tilting his head with curiosity when he spotted you. “Hi, I’m Eddie. Looks like there’s not enough cookies to go round, mind if I share with you?”

“No, Ed, tha-“ Steve began to protest but his words were lost in the din.

“Sure. No problem. You can do the angel and Santa? Or are we making him Satan?” You had asked with that easy smile that usually made Steve’s heart skip, only now it was aimed at Eddie and Steve’s shoulders slumped. Right. If he was going to pull this back, then he was going to have to wow you with his cookie decorating skills. He wasn’t just gonna roll over and let Eddie steal you away. Rolling up his sleeves, Steve moved to stand beside Robin, ignoring her pitying looks and grabbing the green icing. These were going to be the best decorated cookies he had ever made.

An hour later, the kitchen looked as if a class of kindergarteners had been let loose with icing in there. Steve wasn’t sure how the hell there was a marshmallow stuck to the ceiling, but he had his suspicions it had something to do with Mike. His attention had flitted between his cookies and whatever you and Eddie were up to. Each time you had giggled had felt like someone turning a knife deep in Steve’s chest, and each time he had refocused on his icing skills.

The finished products were now lined up on the counter, ready and waiting for judgement. Not that it was going to be especially difficult given the car crash of entries.

“Okay, so first up we have Wills.” Steve’s brow furrowed as he tried to find a nice way to say that the star cookie looked like baby vomit, and the marshmallow eyes for the angel were truly terrifying. “Good job, buddy.”

“Mine next!” Dustin proudly pointed to his cookies, one of which already had a bite taken out of it.

“Yeah, dipshit, you’re disqualified for eating your cookies.” Steve looked at him pointedly as the curly-haired boy began to protest.

One by one the entries were whittled down until there were three left: Nancy’s perfectly piped cookies, Steve’s surprisingly delicately decorated offerings and yours and Eddie’s ‘alternative’ cookies. As much as Steve wanted to hate them, he had to admit the Angel of Death was pretty bitchin. Maybe Eddie was a better match for you, and he should just admit he had no chance with you.

“So that’s three for Nancy, three for Steve and three for team metal Christmas.” Robin chuckled, “only two of us left to vote, who do you think deserves the win?” She turned to you and Steve had already resigned himself to the loss.

“I like Steve’s.” His head shot up in surprise as he looked at you. That was definitely not what he had been expecting. “They’re traditional and delicate, decorated with a light touch. All of them are colourful and I really wanna steal that tree one.”

“I’d say that seals it then. Dingus, you win. So, what was the prize?” Robin looked at her friend expectantly, but he was still too busy staring at you. “Earth to Steve?”

“Huh? Oh, erm, selection box under the tree.” He murmured a little distractedly.

“We can eat these now, right?” Dustin asked, already picking up his cookies and drifting towards the lounge.

The group all wandered through to start the movie marathon, picking up their snacks as they went, but Steve was rooted to the spot.

“You want some help cleaning all this up? I’ve already seen The Santa Claus like a billion times.” You offered and he swallowed hard, trying to remember how to form words when you were looking directly at him.

“You don’t have to. I’m sure Eddie will have saved a spot for you.” As much as it pained him to say it, he wanted to let you know that it was okay if you were interested in his friend.

“You know, I think Eddie might have a bit of a thing for you. I’ve just spent the last hour hearing about how amazing you are, how brave and smart and how much you care about this random bunch of kids. If he’s saved anyone a spot then I’m fairly sure it’ll be for you.”

“What?” Steve huffed out a laugh before realising you were serious. “Oh, no! No, no, no. Eddie and me are just friends.”

“Platonic with a capital P?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“Like Robin?”

“Like Robin.”

“And Nancy?”

“Definitely. Just friends.”

“Okay. Good to know.” You gave him an enigmatic smile and turned to begin clearing up. Steve had no clue what had just happened between the two of you, but he was fairly sure he was back in with a chance.

#Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #Steven's Greetings #gndw fic

[hournites]

25/26 with hournite 😌

Hournite + "I don't care that you're hanging up lights. Get off the roof!"

~.~

Beth wakes up on Christmas morning early, as she always does. For the last few years, she'd always be the first one up, dragging her exhausted parents to the kitchen to whip up the biggest breakfast menu imaginable. This year, it's different. She scrambles out of bed rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, greeted by the sweet smell of coffee and bacon.

She glances out the window when she peeks out her curtain. There's barely any snow. There usually isn't, but it didn't hurt to check. Most of the houses lined up across the street have their Santa and reindeer inflatables swaying in the wind and their twinkling lights going. They don't have any. Her dad was meaning to go out and buy some more this year, but everything with Rick temporarily moving in scattered the priority list order for needed household items. A bright smile breaks out on her face as she quickly gets dressed. That's right. Rick is here with them this Christmas--Never in her wildest freshman year dreams would she have imagined spending her holiday season sidled up on her couch with hot chocolate and Rick.

"Merry Christmas!" Beth almost bounces on the spot with excitement when she gets downstairs. Under the Christmas tree is littered with gifts for everyone, and their dining table is set with poinsettia plants, Christmas tree plates and Mr and Mrs Claus salt and pepper shakers.

Her parents poke their heads out from the kitchen in matching pyjamas and spatulas. "Merry Christmas, baby!"

Her dad waves his spatula. "I'm making my famous waffles!"

"Yummy!" She hugs them quickly, so thankful once again that this is how she's spending her holidays. With them. Together. She pulls away and frowns, just slightly. Someone is missing.

"Where's Rick?"

Her parents look at each other.

"He's outside." Mom pours out the coffee in a fancy carafe for the table. "Something about a surprise?"

"What? For me?" Beth abandons the slice of bacon she started nibbling on, running for her coat and boots.

"Don't forget your scarf!" Dad calls, chuckling at her.

Outside is bitterly cold and not nearly as snowglobe-y it had looked like from the toasty inside of her bedroom window. She cups a hand over her eyes, shielding them from the sun's deceiving glare. Rick's car is still in the driveway. And it's not like much is open on Christmas Day. She twirls around on her front porch, wondering where he could've gone. And what did her parents mean by a surprise?

"Rick?"

"Hey. Up here."

Beth jumps down the front steps, backing away to crane her neck up at her house. Her jaw drops at the sight before her. A huge ladder is propped up against the side of her house and Rick is waving down at her from the slanted roof in his coat. He's got a cardboard box beside him, spilling out a tangled mess of blinking lights.

She claps her mittens over her mouth. "Rick! What the heck are you doing?!?"

He laughs at her shock. "You said you wanted lights!"

She can't believe it. Rick's climbing up a two-storey house to give Beth her perfect Thomas Kinkade house for Christmas.

She can't tell if she's deliriously happy or furiously mad. Probably both. "I did!" she admits.

"Thank you but I meant like, for our bushes or the windows! This is a little extreme!" Heights are still one of her greatest phobias and the snow dusting the roof is slippery. There might be ice. Fear plunges to her gut. Rick could fall. "It's dangerous up there!"

"I'm good." He waves her off, continuing to detangle the wires. "It's almost done." He stretches across, balancing precariously to wrap the rest of them along the other downwards arch of their victorian architecture. Beth can't deny that they're very beautiful, a crisp and bright light that outshines even her flashy neighbours. It's just...Rick. And it's a bit silly, there's been way scarier situations they've both been in together. True life and death moments. But somehow Beth standing in her earmuffs, steadying Rick's ladder has her heart up in her throat. "I don't care that you're hanging up lights, get off the roof!"

Rick double-takes at her sharp tone. He stops, piling the rest of the lights in the box and carefully climbs his way back down. Beth sighs with relief, crushing him in her hug the second his cold hands are removed from the metal ladder.

"I didn't mean to worry you," Rick huffs out, voice laced with concern.

Beth squeezes him tight and doesn't let go. "Beth?"

She takes a deep breath and tilts her chin up, gazing up at him. "Hi."

His brows furrow together, but he's wearing a smile. "Hi."

"I'm good now. Sorry."

"I forgot you got scared of that. I'm right here. Merry Christmas, Beth." Rick shakes his head at her. "So I take that you don't like your present?"

"What!" She pushes his chest back to look up at the lights. "No, I love it! The lights are beautiful. It's stunning! The house looks amazing!" Now that she has the time to take it all in, she notices the Christmas wreath and more lights in matching golden cylinder pots by the front door. "You really decorated it all this morning for me?"

Rick smiles at her. "You like pretty things."

Beth lets out a long sigh. "I love pretty things." She shivers in the cold and adjusts her scarf. "You know what else I like?"

"What?"

"You." Beth darts up and presses a kiss on Rick's cheek before she loses her nerve. "Merry Christmas, Rick."

Rick’s cheeks grow redder than they ever were from the cold. The light dancing across his face is better than anything he could ever string across her roof.

Beth giggles and reaches for his hand. She shakes his grasp in hers. "Where are your gloves, mister?"

“Um.” He glances up at the roof. Beth tugs him along before he gets any ideas of going back up there. “We can ask Courtney to grab them with her staff.”

They return inside to peel off their outerwear and meet her mom and dad at the breakfast table.

“So?” Dad couldn’t mask his excitement if he tried. “It’s spectacular, isn’t it?” He lifts his plate full of waffles. “That’s a real gift, I always say. An act of service—Straight from the heart.”

“I certainly did almost have a heart attack,” Beth jokes.

Rick chuckles, slipping his arms around her from behind. He hooks his chin over Beth’s shoulder, eyeing the array of food. “Please tell me you all eat before opening the rest of the presents.” It still doesn’t cease to amaze her how comfortably affectionate Rick can be. She told him she liked him—He obviously knows, and he doesn’t even need to say it back for Beth to know he feels the same. She can sense it in Rick’s reluctance to let go. His confidence in touching her in front of her parents. The happy grin on his face he can’t seem to wipe off.

“Don’t worry.” Beth reassures him. “Us Chapels prioritize good food.”

Mom shakes her hand. “Ain’t that the truth.”

Beth is a little sad as the heat of Rick’s body pulls away from her when he finds his chair, but she quickly finds joy again when their eyes meet across the table. Somehow, some way, Rick fits in like he’s always been a part of the Chapel holidays. Maybe, Beth gives in to the quiet part of her that wonders, maybe he always will.

#hn fics #tkv fic #hn fic #stargirl #hournite #flirtatious #fluff #holiday fic #rick x beth

[story-magic]

huds-hub asked: "Noelle sweetheart, who was that girl you were... hanging out with?" Mrs. Holiday had seen her daughter with Susie from her office window...

( @hometown-mayor​ )

🎄 Noelle waved bye to her crush still having that dreamy look on her face. Sadly she had to snap back to reality as the Reindeer looked up to see her mother “She’s my friend mom” she told her.

#🎄 #📚 Sweet and Not Helpless: Noelle Holiday 📚 #hometownmayor

[reindeer-dad]

Carol foraging and finding a Pipis in the wild, tho.

@bodycontainsahumansoul

#out of cookies [ ooc ] #reindeer mom [ mrs holiday ] #bodycontainsahumansoul

[magicalara]

holiday hcs for red murder wife(grell)?

RED MURDER WIFE <33

Goes all out like Christmas and Halloween are her two favorite holidays because she likes dressing up normally but these two give her an even bigger excuse that no one can deny her for so it's great. She has at least five different Mrs. Claus like red dresses with the white fluffy trim and she has hats (so many hats) and headbands for everyone and just gives them out around the office yelling about how they need more christmas cheer

Even goes as far as to make Ronald dress up as a reindeer. He does it for her (and his christmases when he was alive were sad bc his dad would work and his mom was sad bc his dad was working and so he appreciates that Grelle does all this even if she doesn't know how personal it is to him).

Grelle tries to get William to go with it too (he could've been santa if you get where I'm going) but he denies and denies hard. As a compromise he lets her decorate his office

Before the real decorations, Grelle, Ronnie and a few other reapers in their department gift wrapped Will's whole office. He hated it and found it annoying but wasn't truly mad at them. When he came in the next day and it was all nice with the lights and actual decorations, he loved it, even if he wouldn't say it to Grelle's face.

She makes hot chocolate every night leading up to Christmas. She has a whole list of movies too that she starts on December 1st

The 25th is party day. She organized a whole party for everyone and went as all out as she could, even going as far as renting a separate space so it wasn't in her small apartment.

At one point, she slips away from the party to just stand and look outside at everything and kinda just reflects. Sometimes it gets sad but she tries to just think of the happy times. Usually Othello will find her when she's alone like this and either just sit there with her or bring her back in.

Bought a little something for everyone at the office and hand-made gifts for her closest friends

Candy canes. Everywhere

Red murder wife on Christmas is wholesome and just wants to spread happiness & cheer ♥️

#merry christmas from em #kuroshitsuji #black butler #grelle sutcliff #william t spears #ronald knox #grell sutcliff #othello #everytime i put othello in the tags i wanna put othello no last name given #one day the thoughts will win #thank you for the request <33 #othello no last name given

[almost-a-class-act]

Fluffy Seasonal Prompts - December 9th

Matching Christmas sweaters!

Fandom: Band of Brothers (HBO) Pairing: Grant/Talbert Author's Note: I wrote this at least partly for @cody-helix02, whether they like it or not! I will be compiling my holiday fills and posting them together on AO3 after Christmas, where you can find me under roaroftheninth.

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Chuck gives the sweater that Tab is holding up a long look before he makes his assessment. “I think this sweater was made specifically to antagonize me.”

Tab turns the sweater enough that he can take another look at the front, with its lopsided but cheerful reindeer motif almost garishly illuminated by the late afternoon sunlight spilling in through the living room window. It is, perhaps, a sweater that looks better in lower lighting. “I would agree,” he says cheerfully, not much put out by Chuck’s antipathy. “Except that my mom actually likes you.”

That might be true, but it’s not computing for Chuck when he looks at this monstrosity she has made for him. “Does she know my arms are the usual length?”

“Lucky for us, there’s a lot of things about us that my mother doesn’t know. Here.” Tab pulls the sweater over Chuck’s head without giving him further opportunities to argue about it, holding it in place and helping Chuck to manage with the sleeve where his left arm continues to be stubborn about doing what he wants it to do, well over a year after he nearly died on a dark road on another continent.

He eventually gets the appropriate limbs through the right holes, though it hardly feels like he’s wearing it correctly, excess wool bunched up around the ill-fitting shoulders. As he could have predicted, the sleeves only extend to his mid-forearm, and wearing the reindeer somehow doesn’t seem to prevent it from boring a hole through him with its dead eyes.

“I’m already itchy,” he complains.

“We have to wear them for an hour,” Tab says, at his most charming and clearly already having had this particular compromise top of mind should Chuck protest. “And then we can tell her that it’s five hundred degrees in there – because it will be – and take them off.” He pulls his own sweater over his head, and is momentarily distracted trying to struggle into his own set of oddly-constructed sleeves. Chuck levels him with a look that says nothing more clearly than I told you so, which Tab ignores.

“Come on, Charlie,” he says, when he finally gets his arms sorted, his hair half-standing up from static. “Do it for me.” He veers from wheedling to lascivious. “Maybe I’ll even make it up to you later.” He always has multiple tricks up his sleeve, at least one of which will work on Chuck, because there is a sucker born every minute apparently.

And, well – that will end up being that, because as long of a road back as Chuck has had, he knows it hasn’t been easy on Tab, either. When traces of his old self come through, when he’s in a good mood like this and looking forward to a reason to get out of the house, Chuck isn’t about to not indulge him.

“Alright,” he sighs. “I’ll wear it for forty-five minutes, and you have to be the one to tell her that we don’t want matching mittens and hats.”

The flash of guilt in Tab’s eyes confirms Chuck’s suspicions that Mrs. Talbert’s favourite son was planning on pulling a vanishing act the second she offered to knit them a whole winter wardrobe. “I don’t like hurting her feelings!”

“You’re her son, she’ll forgive you,” Chuck says flatly. “I’m just some guy you know.”

“A very dishy guy I know.”

Chuck is unyielding. “You’re telling her.”

Tab gives in with a half-hearted roll of his eyes. “Fine.”

“And you still have to make it up to me after.”

Tab’s smile is back, and he winks. “Joke’s on you, that was always on the table.”

Chuck snorts. “Yeah. Joke’s on me.”

#HBO War Barely Coherent Christmas Chaos #band of brothers #fanfiction #roaroftheninth #holiday prompt fill #christmas fluff

[jen-o-jam]

[9:33 pm]

“Are you sure they won’t mind, Jae..?” You asked out looking over at the other. You’re eyes drifting from him to the gifts you wrapped. Mentally counting and trying to remember the names that were carefully written on the cards. Jaehyun’s chuckle making you look back. His fingers lacing with yours.

“Relax, love. I promise they’ll love you and won’t care one bit. Mom is more excited than I’ve seen in a long time” he chuckled once more, taking your hand and gently kissing each knuckle

“I’ll grab the gifts, love” Jaehyun announced, making you shake your head in response.

“I’m not letting you carry everything” you raise a brow, keeping two of the beautifully wrapped boxes close to your chest.

“I’m not letting you carry everything” you raise a brow, keeping two of the beautifully wrapped boxes close to your chest.

“Fine, fine, you carry those and I’ll get the bags” he hummed, getting out of the car, waiting on you. The two of you going up to the door and knocking.

“I’m coming~” a sweet voice called, opening the door. Jaehyun’s mom brightening up as she saw her son.

“Ahhh my baby! Hello hello!” She chimed, tackling him in a hug. Jaehyun stumbled back a step or two, catching his mom.

“Have you been eating? Let me look...Ahh so handsome” she chimed again, cupping her son’s cheeks. You smiling at the scene. It was sweet how much his mom babied him.

“I’m fine, I’m fine” he shrugged slightly, embarrassed a little by his mom. Her eyes locking with yours, tilting her head before smiling. Your heart stopping once again.

“Jaehyun, why are you making her carry the presents! Hurry take them inside for her” she instructed, Jaehyun doing as she said before she tackled you in a hug just the same.

“You must be y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you! Jaehyun babbles about you all the time. Now I see why. You’re so pretty!” She rambled, letting you go, chuckling at your slight surprise.

“Ah- thank you. So are you Mrs. Jung. I see where Jaehyun gets his looks” you chuckle as she started to pull you inside. Slipping your heels off and into the house, careful not to track anything in.

“Don’t flatter her, y/n. She will let it go to her head.” Jaehyun teased, coming back into the living room, which is where you had found yourself.

“Honey! Jaehyun and Y/n are here!” Mrs. Jung called out as she ushered you to sit down with them.

Your eyes locking on the Christmas tree as the four of you chatted. Slowly getting up and going over to the twinkling lights. A specific ordainment catching your eye. It was one of Jaehyun. He had reindeer antlers on, a big sweater, and a red nose. He couldn’t be more than 5 in the picture. It was definitely something he made in school.

“Jaehyun you were so cute! Look!” You cooed, carefully taking the ordainment off the branch and bringing it over to the couch. Jaehyun cringing as he looked over the picture. Jaehyun’s mom smiling.

“He was precious, I have so many more pictures. I’ll go get the photo album!” She suggested. Jaehyun groaning at the idea, but you only insisted on the idea.

“Y/n, come here..” Jaehyun motioned, beckoning you closer, which you obliged to. The other scooting to your spot and then pulling you onto his lap.

“Jaehyun!” You cried out in surprise, hitting his arm. Jaehyun’s dad laughing as he watched you two.

“What I wanna look too!” He cried back, mocking you. His head resting on your shoulder as you relaxed into him a bit.

“My eyes are on you”, you mumbled as his mother came back down the stairs with the photo albums. His mom smiling ear to ear as she opened up the book. Starting with the baby pictures of Jaehyun. Telling you stories as she went along.

“Aww my gosh, you were so adorable. I can’t even believe it” you gush, looking back at Jaehyun who was bright red.

“Y/n, look, look, this was the time Jaehyun somehow stuck cereal all over his face and started pretending to be anpanman” she laughed, looking over to you. You starting to break out in laughter, shifting to look at Jaehyun better.

“Anapanman, huh?” You asked, raising a brow at the other, watching him blush even more. Cupping his cheeks to peck his lips.

“Oh, oh! This is the one where he used bubble bath to give himself a beard. This one is the one is after he got out of the bath. He sat his bear on the coffee table and preformed, singing to the bear in his towel. It was the cutest thing I’d ever seen” Jaehyun trying to to cover your eyes from the picture. His mom gushing on about different stories.

The fireplace crackling as the Christmas lights twinkled in front of you guys as the night went on. The four of you watched the grinch as you wound up falling asleep on Jaehyun. The other looking down with a chuckle as he excused the two of you, bringing you upstairs to his old room. It was starting to look like a good holiday.

#nct #nct blurbs #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 soft hours #nct 127 x reader #nct drabbles #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun boyfriend #jaehyun aesthetic #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun reaction #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun nct 127 #jung jaehyun #nct jaehyun #nct x you #nct x reader #jaehyun soft hours

[baronessblixen]

I just thought of something you would be so good at writing: an AU where Mulder and Scully kept William and got to be a happy family & they take William one day during the holiday season to get his photo with Santa.

Thank you so, so much for this prompt! The muse ran away with it and I gotta say, I had so much fun writing it. It is very fluffy 😁 | Wc: 1,393

Tagging @today-in-fic

Everything I Ever Wanted

Who knew he’d ever end up here?

Mulder is standing in the middle of a winter wonderland. Not a real one, mind you. But real enough to amaze his small son into speechlessness.

“Don’t eat the snow,” Mulder whispers to the boy, crouching down beside him. William’s mouth hangs open, his eyes taking it all in. It’s a kitsch fest. Trees line the area, faking a forest in the middle of the mall. The only difference is that the trees are all decorated, some of the twigs creaking under the burden of the fairy lights and glittering ornaments. In between it all, almost hidden away, sits the man they’re here to see.

Santa.

It hadn’t been his idea, naturally. Neither had it been Scully’s. No, this iss all Mrs. Scully and Tara. Mulder still isn’t sure how his mother- and sister-in-law convinced them to drive to the mall today, have William meet Santa Claus, and have his picture taken with him. Yet, here they are. William is clinging to his hand, glancing at the mall Santa Claus that must look like a giant to him.

“You don’t have to sit on his lap if you don’t want to,” Mulder says to his son, who nods, unable to tear his eyes away from Santa. The last few days William hasn’t talked about anything else. Santa this, Santa that, and “dad, when are we going to see Santa?” and “mom, do you think Santa knows my name?” Now that they’re here, Mulder expected William to run off and greet the man in the big, red suit, but he’s still holding his hand.

The boy can’t possibly remember his first experience with Santa Claus when he was less than a year old. But Mulder does. Back then, Bill Jr. had dressed up as Santa, holding a very small William on his first Christmas, who cried so much that all the other children present started crying, too. Needless to say, it was the first and only time Bill Jr. dressed up as Santa Claus.

Today is different. William is older and he knows what’s happening. He has written up an elaborate wish list that no one else is allowed to look at. It is for Santa and Santa only. William pats his pocket, making sure the piece of paper is still in there. Mulder watches him for a moment before he scans the crowd to find Scully, Tara, and Mrs. Scully. They’re all smiling and holding cameras, even though there’s a professional photographer here to take the children’s pictures. Trust no one, indeed.

This year might be the last year they get to do this. The last year where William believes in the magic, no questions asked. At least no questions about whether Santa is real. Because their son has many questions. Just last night he asked Mulder how fast reindeer could fly and at what age they retired. When Mulder didn’t have the answer, the boy crawled out of bed again, to ask Scully.

“I don’t know, honey,” she’d said, cupping his cheek. “That’s something you can ask Santa tomorrow, hm?”

“I have so many questions already!” William had exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat before he stomped back to bed, leaving his parents back in the kitchen, smiling at each other. That’s their son, full of questions and curiosity.

“Next!” Someone says and Mulder realizes it’s their turn.

“Are you ready?” He asks William, knowing fully well he’s holding up the line. He doesn’t care one bit. The boy looks up at him with a grin and nods.

“I have my list,” Will says. “I’m ready to ask Santa my questions.” Mulder’s heart constricts with love. Why doesn’t he have a camera on him? He wants to capture this moment forever, freeze it in time. It doesn’t last. In the next second, Will has turned away from him and is skipping toward Santa. There’s no hesitation whatsoever, no shyness or fear. Mulder, however, can hear his own heart gallop in his chest.

Without taking his eyes off William, who is conversing with Santa like he’s an old friend, he makes his way over to his family. Scully’s face is an open book and she’s just as touched as he is. He puts his arm around her to draw her closer, knowing he can’t say anything, because if he opens his mouth now, he will start crying.

“You’re a big sap,” Scully whispers, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Look at him. Our boy is all grown up.” Next to them, everyone chuckles when William takes his list out of his pocket and starts reading it to Santa.

“I wonder what he put on that list,” Scully says.

“I bet he’s asking for a sibling,” Tara says, not being subtle at all. Mulder squeezes Scully’s side, letting her know that he’s here and that she should pay no mind to Tara’s words.

“Or maybe he wants a new bike,” Mrs. Scully chimes in and Mulder is thankful that she’s changing the subject. “I remember when Dana asked for one and then Charlie was sad all day because he was the only one without a bike. Your dad had to go out and find a bike for him. Remember that, Dana?”

“I remember,” Scully says with a smile. “Charlie expected late Christmas presents every year from then on.”

“He did,” Mrs. Scully says, sounding wistful.

“What do you think William wants for Christmas?” Scully asks, the question just meant for Mulder. Their son has many interests ranging from baseball to astronomy, but this year, he’s kept quiet about his wishes.

“I don’t know,” he replies honestly, finding her eyes. “Knowing your son, it could be anything.” He gives her a bright grin.

“Knowing your son,” she says, emphasizing it by pinching his nose. “He’s asking for a spaceship.”

“You must admit that would be a cool gift.”

“And where would we fit it? In the living room?”

“We could move.”

“Move? Where?”

“Anywhere. We can just fly around in our spaceship.”

“I love you, Mulder,” Scully says, shaking her head. “But you’re crazy.”

“They’re about to take the picture,” Mrs. Scully says and everyone gets ready, holding up their camera. Except for Mulder. He’s looking at his son, who is grinning at the photographer while holding Santa’s hand as if they’ve just decided on a business deal. Without having seen the picture yet, Mulder knows it’s going to be one of his favorites for years to come.

William is talking their ears off about reindeer as they continue their stroll through the mall. He barely takes a breath between words, stumbling over them.

“I asked Santa if reindeer can be pets,” he says.

“What did he say?”

“He said no.” William sounds dejected, but Mulder and Scully share a relieved look.

“Was that on your wish list?” Tara asks. “A reindeer?”

“No.”

“What did you ask Santa to bring you, honey?” Scully asks him, running a hand through his hair. It’s as unruly as Mulder’s and she’s been trying to tame both of their hairstyles for years. She’ll never succeed, but she’ll never give up trying.

“You’ll see on Christmas,” the boy says with a grin.

“Is it something big?” Mulder asks, hoping to tease it out of the boy.

“Maybe.” William laughs. “Daddy, what do you want for Christmas?” The question surprises Mulder so much that he stops walking.

“I already have everything I ever wanted,” he answers, looking at Scully, who has tears in her eyes, and then at William, who looks less impressed.

“That’s boring. Okay, you can have my list.” William hands him the piece of paper that’s full of drawings and attempts to explain his reasons. It takes Mulder a moment to understand what his son has drawn.

“Is that,” he says, trailing off. Scully joins him, staring at the drawings, then Tara and Mrs. Scully do, too.

“It’s a dog,” William says. “I drew all the dogs I know! But I just want one this year.” He points at what Mulder thinks is a Dalmatian.

“A dog?” Scully muses, smiling at Mulder. She’s sold already. This is a battle he can’t win and he won’t even try. As long as it’s not another Queequeg.

“I think we should start looking for a bigger home after all.”

#finally! #i've been thinking about this story ever since i got the prompt #i'm so thankful ahhhh #have some very fluffy family fluff #msr #xf fanfic