#winterholidayficextravaganza

[fandom-madnessess]

Jackson/Stiles + secret santa

Dinner Gift

Stiles Stilinski/Jackson WhittemoreRating: G, Word Count: 896Fluff, Secret Santas, Human AU, Pining, POV Stiles♥Read on AO3

What do you get a guy who 1: has ridiculously expensivetaste, but you’re on a 10 dollar budget; 2: canbuy anything he wants for himself; and 3: you have a giant crush on that he isnot to find out about under any circumstance.

Stiles groans and leans his forehead against a wall,ignoring the sympathetic mutterings of his fellow holiday shoppers.

The only thing he knows Jackson likes, and that meets allStiles’ own criteria, is a pizzafrom Angelina’s. The place looks like adump on the outside, but the pizzas are amazing and weirdly cheap. Jacksonalways laments about how they don’tdeliver.

Stiles pushes away from the wall, a grin spreading acrosshis face. He’s a genius.

~

Jackson’ssurprised grin when he sees the gift vouchers from Angelina’s, is a thing of beauty. It wasn’t easy to convince the owners, butafter a lot of begging, pleading, and puppy-eyes, Stiles managed to get avoucher for two pizzas and two drinks.

‘Andyour Secret Santa was…’ Coachpoints at Isaac for a drumroll. ‘Stilinski!’

Stiles holds his breath as he waits for Jackson’s reaction.

‘Thanks,man,’ Jackson says, his smilegrowing a little. Or is that just Stiles’imagination?

‘Surething,’ Stiles nods. He quicklylooks away when he feels his cheeks heat up.

There’s onlya couple more people on the team who have to unwrap their presents, and thenCoach sends them all home. Stiles stuffs the Batman mug and coaster that Boydgot him in his bag, and makes his way out of the locker room, grabbing ahandful of chocolate as he passes the snack table, and waving goodbye to Scott.

Munching happily on his spoils of the candy war, he digsfor his car keys.

‘Fuck,’ he mutters. They’ve probably drifted to the bottomagain.

‘Do youalways greet people that way?’

Stiles’ headsnaps up. Jackson is leaning against the Jeep, casual and beautiful in histight jeans and pea coat.

‘Whatare you doing here?’ Stiles asks, quicklyschooling his expression into a glare.

‘Youbought me dinner,’ Jackson says. He holds upthe voucher.

‘Ibought you pizza. Two of them.’

‘Dinner,’ Jackson repeats. He pushes himselfoff the car and advances on Stiles. ‘Fortwo.’

Stiles flushes. Shit.He hadn’t considered thatinterpretation of the gift. ‘That’s not–‘

‘Whatyou meant?’ Jackson finishes. He pullsout another piece of paper and holds it up for Stiles. It’s one of the first notes he’d shoved in Jackson’s locker: I’m sure you’ll do great on your presentation.

Coach ordered them to not just buy something nice forwhoever you got in the Secret Santa, but to dosomething nice for them as well. Stiles has been leaving Jackson encouragingnotes, like don’t worry about that Chemistrytest! You got this!.

Stiles raises his eyebrows. ‘What does your English presentation have to do with pizza?’

Jackson flips the note. Stiles’ heart stops.

Oh fuck. Oh shit!

The note is written on a piece of paper he’d ripped out of a notebook. Hedoodles a lot in his notebooks. He gets bored easily. This particular doodle isof a humanoid 37 and 24, their lacrosse jersey numbers, holding hands. He doesn’t even remember drawing it.

‘Uhm…’ Stiles starts, strangling the strapof his backpack, cheeks blazing, and looking for an escape.

‘Ithought you were messing with me at first,’Jackson says. One corner of his mouth ticks up, and he glances at the ground. ‘But then you sent the one about howyou like my shirt, and the one about my ass.’

There may have also been a couple that went more alongthe lines of that colour really makesyour eyes pop, and I don’t knowwhy you look like you haven’t slept, but here’s a hug.

Stiles is completely frozen. He doesn’t know what to do. He never preparedfor this scenario, but it sounds like Jackson likes him back.

‘It– It’s anice ass,’ he stammers.

‘I workhard on it,’ Jackson smirks.

Stiles snorts and relaxes a little. This is a Jackson hecan handle, the arrogant dick. The shy, hopeful Jackson he still has to figureout.

‘Is thisyour convoluted way of asking me out?’ Stilesasks.

‘Prettysure you asked me out first.’Jackson waves the voucher and the note in the air.

Stiles opens and closes his mouth a couple times,searching for words. ‘Notintentionally,’ he finally says. ‘But if I did, would you says yes?’

‘Iwould,’ Jackson nods.

‘Cool.That’s awesome. Great,’ Stiles grins. Butterflies escapefrom his stomach, into the rest of his body. ‘So,when’s good for you?’

‘I’ve got some homework, but I’m free tonight,’ Jackson says.

‘That… sounds awesome. I’ll pick you up around seven?’

Jackson throws a sceptical look at the Jeep. Then helooks back at Stiles and sighs. ‘Ishould probably get used to risking my life in that death trap, so seven soundsgood.’

‘Hey!’ Stiles goes to give Jackson a shove,but Jackson grabs his hand and pulls him closer.

‘See youtonight,’ Jackson says, and presses akiss to Stiles’ cheek.

When Stiles’ brainhas rebooted, Jackson is gone, but he can still feel the warmth of Jackson’s hand in his and Jackson’s lips against his cheek.

Want to request a winter/holiday mini-fic?

#allirica #stackson #jackson x stiles #twrarepair #teen wolf #my fic #my teen wolf #winterholidayficextravaganza

[fandom-madnessess]

I Know Exactly What I Want This Year

shaneo6930 asked: “Jackson drives himself crazy trying to find the perfect Christmas present for Stiles, not realizing that the only thing Stiles wants is to be with Jackson.”

Stiles Stilinksi/Jackson Whittemore Rating: G, Word Count: 661 Fluff, Established Relationship, Christmas, POV Jackson ♥ Read on AO3

Jackson sets their bags by the foot of the bed, and sits down on the edge of the mattress. It’s weird to be here. He can’t even remember the last time he was in Stiles’ room, and now he’s going to be staying here over winter break. Because he’s dating Stiles. He smiles and looks up to where Stiles is grabbing clean sheets for the bed. Stiles must sense him looking, because he looks over his shoulder, and smiles back.

The moment of elation fades as they make the bed, and the panic that’s been growing inside of Jackson rears its head again. The last thing he wants to do is hurt or disappoint Stiles, but that’s exactly what’s going to happen in a couple days, because he doesn’t have a gift. It’s not that he forgot. In fact, Stiles’ gift has been at the front of his mind for weeks. He’s scoured every mall, and every store. He saw things on the internet that might have scarred him for life. Nothing he found felt right.

It’s two days till Christmas, and he has no gift.

They’ve only been dating a couple months and he’s already messed it up.

He stumbles back when a pillow hits him in the face. He catches it, then glares at his boyfriend.

‘What the hell was that for?’

‘You were completely zoned out. I had to make the bed by myself.’ Stiles gestures at the bed, that is indeed entirely made. The only thing missing is the pillow that Jackson is holding. ‘What’s going on?’ Stiles asks. His voice softens and he crawls across the bed so he can tug Jackson next to him. ‘You’ve been so quiet the past couple days.’

Jackson hugs the pillow to his chest. Maybe it’s better if he tells Stiles now. It would be a lot worse if he found out on Christmas morning.

‘I’m so sorry,’ he says.

Stiles frowns in confusion.

‘I don’t have a gift,’ Jackson explains. ‘I wanted it to be perfect, because this is our first Christmas together, but everything felt so generic or cheap, or it was really expensive and I know you prefer an equal exchange with holiday gifts but now I don’thaveanythingand–‘

His words are cut off by two lips pressing against his own. When Stiles pulls back, Jackson sees no hurt or disappointment in his eyes, just fondness.

‘You were rambling,’ Stiles says, a smile tugging at his lips. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever heard you do that before.’

‘You’re… not upset?’

Stiles shakes his head. ‘I’m a little upset I don’t have evidence of your ramble, because no one will believe me,’ he teases.

Jackson huffs and rolls his eyes.

‘But’—Stiles pries the pillow out of Jackson’s hands, puts it in its place, and links their fingers—‘I’m not upset you couldn’t find me a gift. I’m just happy you’re here. That’s all I want.’

‘I’m still gonna make it up to you,’ Jackson promises.

‘I’m sure will,’ Stiles says, waggling his eyebrows.

Jackson presses their lips together, making sure to tug lightly on Stiles’ bottom lip when he pulls back, just the way Stiles likes it. He rests their foreheads together, and closes his eyes.

‘I love you,’ he says. He hadn’t meant to say it, wasn’t even really thinking it. He was thinking about how happy and how lucky he is with Stiles, how holding Stiles’ hand makes him feel like everything will okay, no matter what.

‘That’s not part of you making it up to me is it?’ Stiles asks. ‘Because I’d rather you never say it, then say it because you feel like you have to.’

Jackson shakes his head. He smiles and opens his eyes. Stiles is already looking at him, eyes wide and hopeful. Pressing a quick kiss to the tip of Stiles’ nose, Jackson cups Stiles’ cheeks and holds Stiles’ gaze.

‘I love you,’ he repeats firmly.

‘I love you, too.’

Want to request a winter/holiday mini-fic?

#stackson #jackson x stiles #twrarepair #teen wolf #jacksonstiles #my fic #my teen wolf #winterholidayficextravaganza

[fandom-madnessess]

A very last minute prompt for your mini fic extravaganza (but seasonally appropriate at least^^): Sterek and New Year's Resolutions? Happy New Year, Mar!

Resolution Resolved

Derek Hale/Stiles StilinskiRating: T, Word Count: 620.Fluff, Established Relationship, New Year’s Eve, Future Fic, POV Stiles♥Read on AO3

For my 2017 winter/holiday fic extravaganza

The knock on the bedroom door makes Stiles turn. Derek isstanding in the doorway, backlit by the light of the hallway.

‘Isthere a reason you’re standing in the dark?’ Derek asks as he approaches Stiles.When he’s right in front of him,Stiles can see that his eyebrows are raised and that his lips are quirked up ina fond smile, by the light of the moon.

‘I wasjust thinking,’ Stiles says. He shrugs,stuffs his hands in his pockets, and sits on the windowsill.

‘Whatabout?’ Derek asks, stepping betweenStiles’ legs, and placing hisforearms on Stiles’ shoulders.

‘NewYear’s resolutions. We only have 5minutes left before this year’s over.’

Derek looks at the alarm clock on the night stand. ‘One minute, actually,’ he says. ‘You want to go downstairs to count down with everyone else?’

‘Let’s stay here,’ Stiles says, shaking his head. ‘Just you and me.’

‘Okay.’ Derek places a soft kiss on Stiles’ lips. ‘So,what are those resolutions?’

‘Usualstuff. Take more risks, learn a new language.’ Stilesgrins. ‘Exercise more.’

‘So you’ll be accompanying me on my morningruns from now on?’ Derek teases.

‘Ha!’ Stiles pokes him in the chest. ‘Didn’t saywhat kind of exercise. I think I knowa way to get all the exercise I need without ever leaving the bed.’

‘Do you now?’ Derek leans, until his lips are lessthan a breath away from Stiles’. ‘Do tell me about this type ofexercise.’

Stiles slides his hands over Derek’s waist to his back, then down to his butt. ‘Well–‘

‘TEN!’

Stiles jumps at the sudden explosion of sound.

‘NINE!’

He stands up, but leaves his hands where they are.Leaning his forehead against Derek’s, hewhispers, ‘Eight.’

They count down together, their smiles stretching wider withevery second that brings them closer to the new year. A loud cheer goes up fromthe people downstairs after “ONE!”. Stiles is pretty sure he can hear theneighbours, so loud are they cheering. But he and Derek don’t cheer. They press their lipstogether in their first kiss of the year; but, in a way, it will also be a lastkiss.

At least, Stiles hopes it will.

He pulls back and for a second he is stunned silent bythe brightness of Derek’ssmile, by the feeling of his beautiful, amazing boyfriend in his arms.

‘You knowhow one of my resolutions is to take more risks this year?’ he asks.

Derek nods and leans in to try for another kiss, butStiles steps out of his embrace.

‘Well, Iwas thinking I’d start right now.’ Stiles tries to swallow down hisnerves. His hand shakes when he reaches into his pocket.

‘Stiles?’ Derek asks, furrowing his brow inthat cute little frown.

Stiles sinks down to one knee. He holds up the ring he’d asked his dad for almost a year ago.It’s his mom’s old ring. He had altered so it would suit and fit Derek,and it’s been tucked away at thebottom of an old gym bag ever since. Until tonight.

‘There’s a question I’ve been scare–‘

‘Yes.’

‘Dude, yougotta let me finish the speech!’ Stileslaughs, but his throat is closing up from tears and relief.

Derek drops to his knees. He grabs Stiles’ face and presses their lips together.‘You can do your speech later,’ he says. He presses another kiss toStiles’ lips. ‘Right now I just want to kiss my fiancé.’

‘Can Iat least put the ring on you before you start kissing me again?’ Stiles asks.

‘Fine.’ Derek holds out his hand, and Stilesslides the ring onto his finger. It fits perfectly.

#thedaughterofkings #sterek #eternalsterek #haleinski #teen wolf #my fic #my sterek #winterholidayficextravaganza #FIRST FIC OF 2018 #:D #i hope you like it lessa! #and happy new year!!!

[fandom-madnessess]

Derek/Scott/Stiles + snow?

Flying Home for Christmas

Derek Hale/Scott McCall/Stiles StilinskiRating: G, Word Count: 860Established Relationship, Polyamory, Winter, Comfort, POV Scott♥Read on AO3

Scott squeezes Derek’s handas they anxiously keep an eye on the board of incoming flights. There areseveral snowstorms in the path of Stiles’flight. So far, it’s still on route andscheduled to land more or less on time, but anything can happen up in the air.There’s still half an hour beforethe plane lands, which doesn’t soundlike much, but it’s still a couple hundredmiles. If they hit a big storm, they’ll haveto land and Stiles could be stuck on some airport hundreds of miles from heshould be for who knows how long!

‘He’s gonna land on time,’ Derek says. ‘And he’s goingto be fine.’

‘Yousound like you’re trying to convince both of us,’ Scott says.

‘I am.’

Scott glances away from the board to look at Derek. Hiseyebrows are contracted in worry and there’s anervous twitch at his jaw.

‘You’re right,’ Scott nods, looking back at the board. ‘He’s goingto be–‘

Where previously four little numbers stood, there is nowa big, red DELAYED. Scott’s heartlodges in his throat. He digs with his free hand in his pocket to pull out hisphone. His hand shakes as he pulls up the app that allows him to follow theflight.

‘Thankgod,’ Derek sighs, who did theexact same thing.

‘It’s just a little detour,’ Scott says. His heart moves back toits usual place, but it’s stillbeating faster than usual. ‘Maybewe should move away from the board.’

Derek raises his eyebrows.

‘Maybeget something to drink?’ Scottcontinues. ‘We’re gonna get a heart attacks if we stay here.’

‘We can’t–‘ Derektrails off when the big, red DELAYED turns back into a set of numbers. Hepresses his phone to his heart. ‘Okay,maybe that’s a good plan.’

It’s asmall airport, and there’s notmuch choice in drinks. They both get tea in the hopes that it’ll calm their nerves a little, andsit down by a window that overlooks the runways. Scott presses his side againstDerek’s, needing the comfort ofknowing that at least one of his boyfriends is safely on the ground with himand not flying in the air that’s fullof wind and snow. He shivers and grabs Derek’s freehand again so he doesn’t reachfor his phone.

‘He’ll be fine,’ Derek says. ‘Somehow,he always is.’

‘I know.He’s probably really excited by all ofit,’ Scott says.

‘Wannabet he has pictures?’

‘Youthink he can see the snow from the plane? Wouldn’t theybe flying over it?’

‘I haveno idea,’ Derek shrugs. ‘But if he can, he’ll take pictures.’

Scott snorts. ‘He’ll probably rope some poor sap intotaking pictures of him next to a window.’

Derek chuckles, and Scott feels himself relax a little.It sucks that Stiles is late, but Derek’sright, he’ll be fine.

They manage to hold out until ten minutes before Stiles’ flight lands, and then they quicklymake their way to the arrivals. There’s onlya few other people waiting, so they have a clear view of the doors. Finally,after what feels like forever, the doors open. Stiles is right at the front ofthe group. When he sees them, a grin blooms on his face. It’s the most beautiful thing Scott hasever seen. In his hurry to get to them, Stiles tips his suitcase and hisbackpack slips from his shoulder. Scott presses his lips together to hold inhis laughter at the sight, then shares a look of fond amusement for theirboyfriend with Derek.

‘Are youguys doing some werewolf telepathy thing to make fun of me?’ Stiles asks, suddenly standing rightin front of them.

‘Wewould never,’ Scott grins. He wraps hisarms around Stiles and pulls him close. Pressing his face into Stiles’ neck, he inhales. There are a lot strangescents, from the flight, from Stiles’ dormin DC, but that smell of Stiles isthere too, comforting and familiar. Another body presses against them, and oneof Derek’s arms wraps around hiswaist, the other no doubt around Stiles. Something in Scott settles.

‘Ugh,you guys are crushing me,’ Stilesmumbles.

Scott starts pulling back, but a tug on his coat keepshim in place.

‘I didn’t says you should stop crushing me,’ Stiles says.

‘We’re glad you’re home,’ Scottsays.

‘Wereally missed you,’ Derek adds.

‘Me too.’ Stiles wiggles out of their embrace.‘Now you can stop, because I’m starving. We need to get some beforewe hit the road.’

Derek and Scott both grab one of Stiles’ bags and one of Stiles’ hands. With Stiles between them,they search for a place that’ll havesomething to hold Stiles over until they get home.

‘We flewright next to the snow. I could see it from my window! You guys wanna see thepictures?’ Stiles tries to get hisphone out of his pocket. ‘Okay,one of you has to let go of my hand.’

Scott throws Derek a look, and they both shake theirheads.

‘It canwait until we get home,’ Dereksays.

Want to request a winter/holiday mini-fic?

#sour skittles #mchaleinski #derek x scott x stiles #twpolyamory #twrarepair #my fic #my polya #my teen wolf #winterholidayficextravaganza

[fandom-madnessess]

So a prompt for Sterek for the Winter Extravaganza. Stiles leaves Beacon Hills after the events with Anuk-Ite, and moves to SF. He doesn't keep in contact with any of the pack except Derek who stayed. The text throughout the year and finally Derek gets up the nerve to ask him to come home. I'll leave it to you to decide where this goes. Magical!Stiles and Alpha!Derek would be lovely. Thank you for doing this. Love your blog

The Bright Side of This Life

Derek Hale/Stiles StilinskiRating: G, Word Count: 993Post S6, Post Canon, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Spark Stiles, Alpha Derek, POV Derek♥Read on AO3

Derek doesn’t thinkabout.

Are youcoming home for Christmas?

He hits send, then immediately puts his phone face downon the table. He almost jumps out of his skin when his phone buzzes immediatelyafter.

>> Not sure where home is at the moment

Again, Derek doesn’t thinkabout it, just presses the call button.

‘Derek?’

He lets out a long breath. It’s so good to hear Stiles’ voice.

‘Hey.’

‘Fuck,’ Stiles chokes out. Itsounds like he’s holding in a sob. ‘Ireally fucking missed your voice, dude. I miss you. And, you know, everyoneelse, of course. Not just you. But you, too. Which I already said.’

‘I missyou, too, Stiles,’ Derek assures him. He can’t help it, he’s smiling from ear to ear. His heart is beatingerratically in his chest.

‘Good.’

They’re silentfor a moment. Derek’s not sure if he should breakit or wait for Stiles to do it. He almost expects Stiles to be the one to doit, but the moment stretches on.

‘Stiles?’ he eventually says.

‘Yeah?’

‘Whatdid you mean when you said you weren’t surewhere home is right now?’

‘Home is supposed to be a place youmiss, right? The place you long to go back to after you’ve been away for a while?’

‘Iguess,’ Derek says. He’s never really had that. He haspeople he wants to go back to, wants to surround himself with. Maybe it’s a werewolf thing. Home isn’t a place, it’s pack.

‘I don’t feel that anymore. I mightas well sleep at work. I feel just as much at home there as I do in myapartment.’ Stiles sighs. ‘I thought things would get betterafter I moved away from Beacon Hills, but I feel… adrift.’

‘Don’t you have anyone there?’ Derek asks. He’s getting worried. He wants to dragStiles back to Beacon Hills, or just go to San Francisco and stay with Stiles,but he doesn’t want to push.

‘Some friends, colleagues I havedrinks with a couple times a month. There’s so much I can’t talkabout with them, though. And it’s not like I can just hit up thelocal werewolf pack, because the entire reason that I moved here is because Iwanted some space from all the supernatural crap.’

‘Right,’ Derek says. He can’t help but feel rejected. He’s a werewolf, he’s part of the supernatural crap Stilesis keeping his distance from. Sometimes he wonders why Stiles chose him out ofeveryone in the pack to stay in contact with, and not someone who was at leasthuman at some point.

‘I’m sorry,’Stiles quickly continues. ‘I didn’t mean it like that. I justmeant… Fuck.I don’t knowwhat I meant.’

‘Stiles,I get it. Being part of this isn’talways easy, and you’ve onlyever seen the ugly side of it.’

‘There’s a beautiful side to allthis?’ Stilessounds sceptic.

‘In theright place, at the right time, it’llleave you breathless with wonder,’ Dereksays. He hasn’t gotten a chance to see muchof the wonders of the supernatural world himself, but he knows they’re out there, and wants to visit themall.

‘Can you show me?’Stiles asks.

‘Ofcourse.’

~

‘Thisbetter be worth it,’ Stiles grumbles, duckingfurther into his coat.

Derek doesn’t sayit, but he agrees. All the hype about fossegrimen better live up to reality.They’re south of Oslo to avoid theworst of the Norwegian winter, but it’s stillfreezing. The snow on the hike to the waterfall was up to their ankles, and it’s supposed to get even higher in thenext couple days.

He keeps a tight hold of Stiles’ hand to make sure he doesn’t slipon the wet rocks as they make their way to the water’s edge.

‘I don’t get many werewolves here,’ a voice says. It’s musical and playful, with a thickNorwegian accent. ‘Plenty of sparks, though.’

Derek turns around. There’s ayoung man standing next to the waterfall, wearing a pair of boots, dark jeans,and a tank top. He’s pretty, his blond hair longand wild, and his eyes a piercing, icy blue. His skin is almost as white as thesnow. No one could mistake him for human.

‘And Idon’t think I’ve ever seen this combination before,’ the fossegrim continues. ‘An Alpha werewolf and an untrainedspark.’

‘Notsurprised since it’s a fucking nightmare to gethere,’ Stiles says. He almost slipsthen, and wraps his arms around Derek to keep himself steady. Derek decides tojust carry him the rest of the way to make things easier.

The fossegrim looks between them with amusement. ‘Well, I suppose you have come to hearme play on this Christmas Eve.’

Derek reaches the edge of the water, sets Stiles down,but keeps his arm around him.

‘Wehave,’ Stiles nods. He digs throughhis backpack and holds out the package. ‘Webrought this for you.’

The fossegrim opens the package, then whoops in delightand wonder at the sight of the meat and vodka. ‘Youknow you only have to pay if you want to learn how to play.’

‘Weknow,’ Derek says. ‘But it is Christmas Eve.’

‘I likeyou two,’ the fossegrim decides. ‘I’ll playyou my very best songs. Songs to make the snow dance with the trees, to makethe rocks bloom, and the waterfall stop in amazement.’ He places the food and drink on a ledge in the rocks, andputs the fiddle to his shoulder. ‘Theymight even warm you up a bit,’ headds with a wink. He sets the bow to the strings and begins to play.

Derek looks at Stiles and finds Stiles looking back athim. Stiles darts in for a quick kiss.

‘Thankyou,’ he says, smiling. He cuddlescloser to Derek.

‘Anytime,’ Derek assures him.

Want to request a winter/holiday mini-fic?

#ravenwolf36 #eternalsterek #sterek #derek x stiles #teen wolf #my fic #my sterek #winterholidayficextravaganza

[fandom-madnessess]

For the holiday extravaganza! How about Stiles/Jackson and a first kiss under mistletoe

First Mistletoe

Stiles Stilinski/Jackson WhittmoreRating: G, Word Count: 548Fluff, Mistletoe, First Date, POV Stiles♥Read on AO3

Nerves take hold of Stiles as Jackson parks the car in frontof his house. Their date was perfect. They had burgers and fries, went ice skating,and Jackson held his hand nearly the whole time they were in the rink. And whenhe was giving his sore butt a little break from falling, he got to watchJackson show, and then fall on his ass. They had hot chocolate and pie as they madefun of other people floundering across the ice like they weren’t one of them only ten minutes before.

The thing is that a perfect night needs a perfect ending,but Stiles doesn’t know what to do right now.Do they say goodbye in the car? Does he ask Jackson to walk him to his frontdoor? Or is that weird? Fuck it, hethinks, I’m gonna ask him. But beforehe can, Jackson is already out of the car and walking around to Stiles’ door.

‘What agentleman,’ Stiles grins, butterflies ofrelief and affection swirling in his stomach.

Jackson rolls his eyes, but Stiles doesn’t miss the little smile that tugs athis lips.

They walk silently up the path, hands in their pockets,elbows bumping. Stiles starts to think that maybe he isn’t the only one who’s tryingto figure out how to make the end of the date as perfect as the rest of it. Atthe door, they turn to face each other. Stiles is counting the buttons onJackson’s coat so when Jackson asks, ‘Did you hang that up there?’ he has no idea what the guy’s talking about.

Stiles follows Jackson’s gazeto the top of the front door. He feels his cheeks heat up at the sight of thelittle sprig of mistletoe hanging there.

‘Uhm…’ He has no idea who hung that upthere. It could’ve been him. It could’ve been his dad. Hell, it could’ve been Scott.

‘Youknow, it’s supposed to be bad luck ifyou don’t kiss when you’re under it,’ Jackson says, moving closer. Stiles can’t look away from those big blue eyes.Even in the low light, they’re sobright.

‘We’re not technically standing under it,’ Stiles can’t help but say. He wants to kick himself, but instead hecontinues, ‘So, you know, if you–‘

‘Willyou just shut up and let me kiss you?’Jackson huffs.

‘Okay.’

Stiles feels embarrassed about how dry and chapped hislips are for about half a second, then Jackson’s handsare framing his face, and pulling him down that one inch so they’re lips seal together. Jackson’s lips are soft and warm and… taste like cherries?

Stiles pulls back and raises an eyebrow. ‘Are you wearing chapstick?’

Jackson’s jaw clenchesand he starts to squirm away, but Stiles grabs his hips to keep him in place.

‘Seriously,do you?’ he asks. ‘Because I could actually really usesome.’

With a little shake of his head, Jackson reaches into hiscoat and holds up the cherry flavoured chapstick. Stiles grabs it, applies agenerous layer and smacks his lips.

‘Can wego back to kissing now?’Jackson asks, a little whine in his voice that Stiles is totally going to teasehim about. But later, because right now there’skissing to be done.

Want to request a winter/holiday mini-fic?

#inell #stackson #jackson x stiles #teen wolf #twrarepair #winterholidayficextravaganza #my fic #my teen wolf

[fandom-madnessess]

Winter/Holiday Mini-Fic Extravaganza

I had a ton of fun last year writing all those winter/holiday themed fics, so I thought I’d do it again this year! 

(and this time it comes with a super cool graphic that I made)

I’ll start posting on December 1st, and the fics will be 500-1000 words.

Guidelines

Send your prompt here to my ask

Read my prompt info page before you do, so you know what I won’t write

Prompts can be for romantic ships, but also for friends, families, or focusing on one person

I’ll write for any holiday I can research 

Or no holiday at all! (hence the “winter” part in the title)

Make sure to mention that the prompt is for this extravaganza, or it’ll go on my normal prompts list

You don’t have to follow me, and you can send the prompts either on or off anon, that’s totally up to you

You can send as many prompts as you want!

You can send prompts from now, all through December. Yes, even on December 31st!

Disclaimers

I’m a human person with only one brain, two hands, limited time, and a family. I’ll try to finish all the prompts before January 1st, but I can’t promise that I will

I reserve the right to refuse any prompt

And now for the ships!!! (they’re below the “keep reading”. if you can’t find your ship on here, feel free to ask. these are just the ships that I definitely will write for)

Allison/Lydia

Allison/Laura

Allison/ Malia

Allison/Laura/Lydia

Allison/Cora/Lydia

Allison/Isaac/Lydia

Allison/Isaac/Scott

Allison/Jordan/Lydia

Allison/Scott

Boyd/Stiles

Boyd/Erica

Boyd/Erica/Malia

Braeden/Isaac/Scott

Braeden/Derek/Stiles

Braeden/Kira/Malia

Braeden/Malia

Brett/Liam/Mason

Brett/Mason

Chris/Peter

Cora/Lydia

Cora/Kira

Derek/Stiles

Derek/Nogitsune/Stiles

Derek/Isaac/Scott/Stiles

Derek/Scott/Stiles

Erica/Malia

Isaac/Jackson

Isaac/Scott

Isaac/Scott/Stiles

Jackson/Jordan/Lydia

Jackson/Jordan

Jackson/Stiles

Jordan/Lydia

Kira/Scott

Kira/Malia

Kira/Lydia/Malia

Lydia/Malia

Liam/Mason

Scott/Stiles

Amberle/Eretria

Carmilla/Laura

Danny/Kirsch (BroTP)

Kirsch/Will

LaFontaine/Perry

Castiel/Dean

Donna/Jody

Gabriel/Sam

Alec/Magnus

Clary/Isabelle

Clary/Isabelle/Lydia

Clary/Isabelle/Maia

Clary/Maia

Isabelle/Lydia

Isabelle/Maia

Jace/Maia

Jace/Maia/Simon

Jace/Simon

Arthur/Merlin

Gwen/Morgana

Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid

Felicity/Laurel

Felicity/Sara

Kara/Lena

Laurel/Nyssa

Nicole/Waverly

Andrew/Neil

#me saying stuff #winterholidayficextravaganza #my 938723098 drafts *screaming* #my 9388 unwritten prompts *crying* #the 847320 things i should've been doing instead of making this post *glaring* #i'm excited!!!

[fandom-madnessess]

Erica/Malia + "you have nowhere to go for christmas, why don't you spend it with me and my family?"

No Lonely Christmases

Erica Reyes/Malia TateRating: G, Word Count: 604Christmas, College AU, Meeting the Parents, POV Erica♥Read on AO3

‘Youlook far too cheerful for someone who is sweeping the floor,’ Erica says. She turns the last ofthe chairs upside down, and puts it on the table. She rolls out her shoulders.The last shift on Friday at The Coffee Coach is always a pain, but the onlytime the tips are better is the last Sunday shift.

‘Winterbreak just started,’ Malia grins. ‘Why shouldn’t I be cheerful?’

‘You’re going home, right?’

‘Yes, andI’m going to do nothing but sleep andeat for a week.’

‘Notbefore you’ve cleaned the coffeemachine, you’re not!’ Finstock shouts from the back of thecoffeeshop.

The two girls roll their eyes, but continue cleaning up.When they’re done, Finstock gives themboth a Christmas mug and a tin of Christmas coffee as an early Christmaspresent, then he sends them away with a grumpy ‘HappyHolidays’.

‘He’s such a secret softy,’ Erica muses. She gives Finstock afinal wave and a wink. Finstock shakes his head, and locks the door beforedisappearing into the back of his shop again. Erica links her arm with Malia’s, and they head for the bus stop onthe corner. ‘So, you leaving tonight ortomorrow?’ she asks.

‘Tomorrow,’ Malia says. ‘My dad’spicking me up. The bus takes hours, and I can take all my clothes home to launder instead of just one bag.’

Erica hums in agreement.

‘Whatare your plans?’ Malia asks.

‘My momand her boyfriend are on a cruise, so it’s justgonna be me, pizza, and terrible Christmas movies.’

‘You don’t have anywhere to go for Christmas?’ Malia sounds upset.

‘I justsaid I was going home,’ Ericasays, bumping their shoulders together. ‘It’s fine.’

‘No.’ Malia shakes her head. ‘Why don’t youcome home with me? Spend Christmas with me and my family? It’s just me and my dad, so there’s plenty of room.’

‘Malia,it’s fine. Really. Shouldn’t you ask your dad first, anyway?’

‘He won’t mind.’ Maliawaves her concern away. ‘Besides,we’re dating now. Isn’t spending Christmas with each other’s family a thing we’re supposed to do?’

‘I guessso. But I don’t have any presents for yourdad.’

They’ve reachedthe bus stop and they’re standat the curb, leaning over the street to see if the bus is already coming.

‘Wait,’ Malia says, pulling Erica back fromthe street. ‘Do you have a present for me?’

Erica nods. It’s atthe bottom of her bag. She’s beenitching to give it to Malia their entire shift. ‘I wasgoing to give it to you tonight, but since I’m beingstrong-armed into coming with you for Christmas, you’ll have to wait a couple days.’

‘So you’re coming?’ Malia asks, her eyes lighting up.

How can shepossibly say no now?

‘Yes, I’m coming.’

~

Erica can’t helpbut feel a little nervous as Malia’s dadpulls up and gets out of the car. When he sees Erica, he looks to his daughterfor answers.

‘Ericawas going to be alone for Christmas,’ is allMalia says.

Mr Tate nods. ‘Alrightthen. I’m sure there’s more than enough food for three.’ He holds out his hand. Erica takesit and shakes it as firmly as she can. ‘It’s nice to finally meet you, Erica,’ he says.

‘It’s nice to meet you, too, Mr Tate,’ Erica says, going for a “you can trust me with your daughter” smile and tone.

‘Please,call me Henry,’ he says, then reaches forher bags. ‘Let me take those. I’ll put them in the back. You girlsget in, and let’s get Christmas started.’

Want to request a winter/holiday mini-fic?

#allirica #erica x malia #twrarepair #twfemslash #teen wolf #my fic #my femslash #my teen wolf #winterholidayficextravaganza

[fandom-madnessess]

Carmilla/Laura + their first Christmas together

Christmas Is in the Details

Laura Hollis/Carmilla KarnsteinRating: T, Word Count: 563Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Fluff, Established Relationship, Post-Series Pre-Movie, Canon Universe, POV Carmilla, Carm is not a morning cat♥Read on AO3

‘Carm.’

‘Mmrpgh.’

‘Carm,wake up.’

Carmilla groans. She turns around and wraps her armsaround her girlfriend, partly for comfort, but mostly so now Laura’s arms are trapped and she can’t shake her any further towakefulness. God, why did she have to fall for a morning person? ‘Five more minutes,’ she groans, and buries her face inLaura’s shoulder.

‘Carm!’ Laura starts poking her in her side.

‘Are wein the middle of another apocalypse?’Carmilla asks.

‘No, but–‘

‘Then itcan wait five minutes.’

‘No, itcan’t,’ Laurasays, and the poking turns into tickling.

Carmilla quickly scoots to the far side of the bed. Whenshe’s out of reach of Laura’s fingers, she opens her eyes justenough that she can glare at her girlfriend. ‘Fine. I’m awake. Why am I awake?’

Laura sits up with a beaming smile. ‘Because it’s December!’ shecheers, throwing her hands up in the air.

‘Okay?’

‘Christmas,’ Laura says like it should beobvious. ‘It’s our first Christmas in our apartment. We get to decide how to decorate. We could throw aChristmas party.’ She crawls across the sheetsuntil she’s next Carmilla. Brushing herhand through Carmilla’s hair,she leans in. ‘We’—she plants a kiss on Carmilla’s lips—‘can’—a kiss on her nose—‘make’—a kisson her cheek—‘our own’—a nip at her jaw—‘traditions.’

‘Hmm, Ilike where this is going,’Carmilla purrs. She slides a hand up Laura’sthigh.

‘Like settingthe tree set up on December 1st,’ Laurasays. She pulls away and rolls over Carmilla, out of bed. ‘Come on!’

‘Oh god,’ Carmilla groans. She glances at thealarm clock and groans again. ‘At 5 inthe morning?’

‘Whichmeans we’re already late.’ Laura pulls the covers off Carmilla.

‘Hey!’

‘Comeon! Chop, chop! We have a tree to find and decorations to buy!’

‘Nothing’s even open at this hour,’ Carmilla grumbles as she pushesherself up to sitting.

‘That’s what you think!’ Laura shouts cheerfully from thebathroom.

~

‘Peopleare insane,’ Carmilla decides. Laura wasright. There’s plenty of places alreadyopen, selling Christmas trees, decorations, and there’s even people sipping glühwein. Maybethat’s why they’re okay with being here at 6AM in thefreezing cold.

‘Are weless insane if I give you this hot chocolate?’ Lauraasks. She holds a steaming cup under Carmilla’s nose.

‘Does ithave whipped cream?’ Carmilla takes a whiff ofthe chocolaty goodness. She grabs the cup and wraps her hands around it,humming at the warmth seeping through her gloves, into her cold fingers.

‘Ofcourse. I know what my girl likes,’ Laurasays, presses a kiss to Carmilla’scheek.

‘You’re still insane, but maybe a littlesmarter than I thought,’Carmilla teases. ‘Okay, lead the way.’

Clutching her cocoa, Carmilla follows Laura into theforest of naked Christmas trees. Laura repeats the list of requirements thetree has to fulfil before even being considered for purchase, followed by thelist of decorations they have to buy.

Maybe Laura isright, Carmilla thinks. She’s neverbeen in charge of her own Christmas, or any other holiday, and maybe it’s time.

‘Wait!’ she calls out. Laura stops and turnsaround, eyebrows raised. Carmilla quickens her pace to catch up, and she takesLaura’s hand in her own. ‘Let’s gofind our perfect Christmas tree,’ shesays.

Want to request a winter/holiday mini-fic?

#allirica #carmilla #hollstein #carmilla x laura #carmilla fic #my fic #my hollstein #winterholidayficextravaganza

[fandom-madnessess]

Braeden/Malia + decorating the tree together

Christmas Compromised

Braeden/Malia TateRating: G, Word Count: 522Christmas, Christmas Decorations, Established Relationship, POV Braeden♥Read on AO3

‘That’s not how you do it,’ Malia growls, arms crossed over herchest.

‘Yes. Itis,’ Braeden argues. She’d really looked forward to theirfirst Christmas in their apartment, but it’s beena disaster from the start. They argue about everything: the lights, thecolours, tinsel or no tinsel, snow or angel hair, the size of the tree; and nowthey’re arguing about how todecorate it.

‘You’re supposed to wrap it around, likethe stripes on a candy cane.’

‘Youneed to loop it, and then criss-cross.’Braeden holds op the lights. ‘Becauseit’s a loop!’

‘So we’re just gonna criss-cross everything?The garlands too?’ Malia asks, eyes wide indisbelief.

‘Yes!That’s how you decorate Christmastrees!’

‘And it’s gonna look like a tree shapedargyle sock!’

‘An… argyle sock?’ Braeden repeats, then bursts out laughing. ‘Says the one wanting to look ourChristmas tree like a candy cane.’

Malia’s jawclenches, then she starts laughing too. It’s not longbefore they’re both clutching theirstomachs and wiping tears from their eyes. Braeden lies down on the floor, unableto stay on her feet. she can just see her girlfriend sitting against the couch,head resting back on the seat. Finally, with aching cheeks and stomachs, theycatch their breaths. She reaches her arm out, and pinches Malia’s toe to get her attention.

‘Sorry,’ she says.

‘Me too.’ Malia looks at her with ruefulsmile. ‘That was probably the dumbestfight we’ve ever head.’

‘Probably,’ Braeden admits. ‘But we still don’t know how we’re gonna decorate that thing.’ She points at the tree. ‘And wecan’t just leave it like this. It looksso sad and naked.’

‘We canalternate,’ Malia suggests. ‘Argyle sock one year, candy cane thenext.’

Braeden sits up and nods. That’s not a bad idea. ‘So… we start with argyle sock?’

‘We flipfor it.’

Braeden pulls a penny from her wallet. She balances it onthe side of her pointer finger. ‘Yourcall,’ she says and flips the pennyup.

‘Heads,’ Malia says, then snatches the pennyout of the air and slams it on the floor. ‘I knowyou know how to win, even after you’veflipped it,’ she answers Braeden’s questioning eyebrows.

Braeden shrugs and smirks. ‘Let’s see what it is.’

Malia removes her hand, and huffs, mouth pulling into apout. ‘It’s tails.’

‘Ha! Inyour face!’ Braeden cheers, then plantsa placating kiss on Malia’scheek. ‘I love you. You can do thefake snow on the windows.’

‘I loveyou, too. Just know that I’m goingto candy cane the hell out of the tree next year. I’m talking red and white, and actual candy canes,’ Malia warns.

‘Andthat’s your prerogative.’ Braeden stands up, pulling Maliawith her. She grabs the string of lights where she dropped it on the floor andhands it to her girlfriend. ‘Can youplease loop this around the tree? I have pictures of argyle socks to google.’

‘Maybethey have really big ones that we can hang up,’ Maliasays with a grin.

Braeden grins back. ‘God, Ilove you so much.’

Want to request a winter/holiday mini-fic?

#braeden x malia #twfemslash #twrarepair #braedenmalia #teen wolf #my fic #winterholidayficextravaganza #my femslash #my teen wolf

[fandom-madnessess]

so I spent a while narrowing down to 6 prompts, I hope that's okay - if it's too many, let me know

‘Tis the Season to Be Jolly

Allison Argent/Laura HaleRating: G, Word Count: 791Fluff, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Established Relationship, POV Laura♥Read on AO3

Want to request a winter/holiday mini-fic?

‘I’m sorry, what?’ Laura spins around to face her girlfriend, who’s sitting on the couch, almostdropping the Christmas lights she’sputting up by the windows.

‘I don’t like Christmas,’ Allison repeats with a shrug.

‘Whatthe f– What do you mean you hateChristmas? Who hates Christmas?’ Laura asks. She can’t believe this. She’s dating the Grinch.

‘I didn’t say hate.’ Allison sighs and puts her book down. ‘Look, you know I moved around a lotbefore I went to college, right?’

Laura nods. She gently puts the Christmas lights down andsits down next to Allison. She hopes there are names, because she wants tofight whoever made her girlfriend hate Christmas.

‘Mostschools do something for Christmas. You can send people candy canes or something,and some of the smaller schools I went to did Secret Santa. I was always thenew girl, and it sucked, because I rarely got candy canes, and with the SecretSantas I always got really generic stuff, like pens and chocolate.’

‘Nothingwrong with chocolate,’ Laurapoints out.

Allison rolls her eyes and nudges Laura with her foot. ‘Even if I’d made some friends, they all had these traditions I wasn’t really a part of.’ She shrugs. ‘It just made me feel kind of lonely.’

‘Whatabout your family?’

‘You’ve met my family,’ Allison says, raising her eyebrows. ‘They’re notexactly the sitting around the Christmas tree and sing Christmas carols kind ofpeople. They never even let me believe in Santa Claus.’

‘Wellnow I’m sad,’ Laura huffs, slouching into Allison. She can’t believe how different Allison’s Christmases were from her own. Sheknows not everybody celebrates it, or makes as big a deal out of it as herfamily does, but she always assumed everyone had something or someone to makethe winter days a little less gloomy. And Allison deserves to know what thatfeels like. ‘I hereby promise to make thisChristmas so awesome, it will erase all the not-awesome Christmases you’ve had,’ shesays, sealing the promise by planting a loud kiss on Allison’s cheek.

Allison’s eyesshine with amusement, and her cheeks dimple as she smiles. ‘And how are you going to do that?’ she asks.

‘We’re going to do everything,’ Laurasays. ‘Every silly, cheesy Christmasthing.’ She’s already giddy with anticipation. They’ll go Christmas tree shopping, anddecorate it together; they’ll bakecookies, buy presents and ugly, matching Christmas sweaters; she’s going to hang mistletoe all overher apartment to kiss Allison under whenever she comes over; she– She should make a list. ‘And we’restarting with the Christmas lights.’

Allison huffs out a laugh and holds up her hands insurrender. She gets up to grab the end of the string of lights that Laura justput down.

‘Wait!’ Laura shouts, shooting up off thecouch. ‘We need music!’

Allison freezes and waits patiently for Laura to find theperfect Christmas playlist.

‘Youknow I’m just doing this to make youhappy, right?’ she says. ‘I really don’t thi– Mmph.’

Laura silences her with a kiss. ‘Shhh. Just let the Christmas magic do its work.’

~

Laura walks into her parent’skitchen. She’s just helped put the youngerfamily members to bed after a long but happy Christmas day, and now she’s covered in glitter, chocolate,tears and saliva. She loves them, but they’re kindof gross. She washes her hands, then checks the fridge for any leftover pie.

‘Lookingfor this?’

Laura turns and finds Allison in the doorway, holding upa plate with the last piece of the chocolate cream pie. A fork is hovering overit, threatening.

‘Don’t you dare,’ Laura warns.

‘I’ll share it for a kiss,’ Allison says, smiling sweetly.

Laura steps into Allison’sspace, resting her hands on her hips and bumping their noses together beforepressing her lips lightly against Allison’s.

‘That’ll do, I guess,’ Allison huffs when Laura immediatelypulls back. She scoops up a piece of the pie and holds it up for Laura.

Laura hums around the mouthful of pie. Her brother reallyis a pie wizard.

‘Did Ido it?’ she asks, after Allison’s fed her another piece.

‘Dowhat?’

‘Makeyou unhate Christmas?’

‘Hmm, Idon’t know.’Allison’s brow scrunches in thoughtand she taps her lips with the fork.

‘Honey,you’re wearing a sweater with a giantMrs. Clause on the front, a pair of antlers, and I’ve never seen someone unpack their presents with that muchjoy,’ Laura says. ‘Not even Cora when she got that dirtbike when she was ten.’ Sheraises an eyebrow and tugs at Allison’s trulyhideous Christmas sweater. ‘I madeyou unhate Christmas.’

Allison touches her antlers with a soft smile. ‘Yeah, you did.’

#allirica #winterholidayficextravaganza #twfemslash #twrarepair #allison x laura #teen wolf #my fic #my femslash #my teen wolf #HAPPY DECEMBER 1ST!!!