here’s the complete list of this year’s hjk secret santa santas and giftees! happy holidays!!

Santa’s Secret Is Out

For @demigirlisaaclahey I hope you have a wonderful holiday and enjoy this malira nonsense!

One Night Stand

Happy Holidays @marrish-trash!!

Happy Holidays @redtintedhale!!

One Last Time

For @mistletoearmin!

Surprise Guests

Scott didn’t know why he was doing this. Every time they tried to have something fun or relaxing, something terrible would happen. But he was determined to have a Christmas party at his house.

Lydia offered at least a dozen times to have it at her place, but Scott insisted. “He’s the Alpha he should be the host,” was Stiles’ argument. And Scott wanted a small party anyways. He just wanted some of his closest friends to exchange some Christmas gifts and drink some hot chocolate together.

But it still didn’t ease his nerves on whether or not something bad would happen.

Something did happen, but it was something happy and wonderful instead.

“Doesn’t this seem kind of wrong?” Scott mutters, frowning. He lingers outside of the door to KFC, looking more than a little concerned.

“What? No.” As far as Malia is concerned, Scott gets a little too hung up on the morals of situations, especially considering that what they’re doing only has like, a 50% chance of working. Or something like that—she was still trying to figure out percentages and statistics.

“Isn’t it sort of stealing?”

She considers this. “I guess so. Look, if they don’t go for it, we’ll buy dinner, okay?”

He sighs. “Ok, but I’m gonna buy drinks no matter what.”

“What if they give us free drinks?”

“Then I’ll buy biscuits,” he huffs.

“Fair enough,” she says, and pulls the door open. “Come on, babe.” She takes his hand and pulls him into the restaurant.

Happy Holidays @killianmeslowly!!

We’re On Each Others Team

Everything I didn't say - 5 seconds of summer // sidekick - man overboard // King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men // Chocolate - the 1975 // Wherever you will go - Boyce Avenue // Hold on, we're going home - MAX // This song saved my life - Simple Plan // Team - Lorde 

Christmas Eve Coffee Run

The cold air nipped ferociously at Lydia’s pale cheeks as she walked down the snow dusted street towards a single house out the end of the block. “Parrish better have heat…:” She muttered then laughed slightly. He probably hardly got cold, she thought, he is a hellhound after all. She sighed and looked down, a strand of her strawberry-blonde hair obscuring her view as she checked the warmth of the two cups she was holding. Steam rose slowly out of them and she sighed in relief. “Thank god…” She breathed out, walking up the steps to his porch.

Lydia bumped her shoulder casually against the doorbell seeing as he hands were quite full at the moment. “Give me a minute!” Parrish called through the wooden door. Lydia chuckled slightly as she heard the heavy thuds of panicked footsteps clomp about the house.The lock clicked over and Parrish opened the door. He was wearing a long blue robe that clashed with his now red face. “Ly-Lydia, what are you doing here?” He asked, keeping a professional tone.

“I brought you coffee.” She said casually, holding out his cup.

title: all who wander

description: he’s never even been inside an airport before he leaves for Paris, but now he can’t stop moving. the world is so much wider than he ever imagined. he’ll come back one day, maybe, but for now, he’s not ready to be found.

recipient: @alfrette

tracklist:

All I (Really) Want For Christmas (Is You)

Lydia Martin has never pined for someone. She’s felt love before, though, but she’s never felt the butterflies.  As a child she wondered what it was like to act awkward around someone because you ‘like’ them and blushing all the while. She’s always imagined what it was like.

Until now.

a scallison fanmix for @madgesgoldpin

I'm catching sparks, From the Chemisty between us

Scott hadn’t been the kind of neighbor who’d purposely peek out of the peephole when a new neighbor came to the building, unlike Stiles on the odd time he’d come over when he and Derek were having a fight. He was more the type of neighbour that would grab mail for someone if they were out of town or had an injury, the kind of neighbour that would feed or even on the rare occasion pet sit someone’s dog or cat if their owner was out. It was something Stiles always told him off for but he would still spend his whole time at the apartment gushing over the puppies or trying to get a hug from the cat in question. On the odd occasion he would even water plants, which was one of less time consuming favors, and one he didn’t mind so much.

for @chimerapack

“Oh, crap.”

The coffee maker sputtered and died, along with Kira’s last hope that she was going to finish her essay. Kira glanced at the clock. The bright green numbers blinked lazily back at her; it was 1:01 AM. All her neighbors would get annoyed if she knocked on their doors now.

Wait, wasn’t there a diner somewhere around the corner? Lydia had told her about it the other day.

Kira crossed her fingers and prayed that it was still open. Maybe they’d have a pot of coffee she could use to get through the night.

She got dressed and five minutes later, she was trekking across the parking lot to a brightly lit restaurant with a neon-colored sign.

A bell tinkled faintly somewhere when she opened the door. The place was deserted except for a girl behind the counter, reading a magazine, feet propped up on the counter. Kira wondered where everyone else was, but she supposed they didn’t get much business at one in the morning.

When she entered, she shot to her feet and tried to look attentive.

“What can I get for you?”

Another gift for @bootysteve! Merry Christmas !

Another Christmas Cliche

“Wait. Hold on, Braeden?” Malia groans, walking out of the bathroom topless and holding the furry monstrosity away from her like she was terrified it was to bite her.

“What is it, dear?” Braeden asks in the mirror, assaulting her eyebrows with pink tweezers yet again.

“I’m not wearing this shit.” She throws the sweater over Braeden’s head and goes into their shared closet to find a sweater that doesn’t look like Old Saint Nick projectile vomited onto it.

“You are and is that how you’re going to wear your hair?” Malia spins around and raises an eyebrow, watching Braeden search through her purse.

“That’s such a catty thing to say.” Braeden turns to her and they stare at each other for a second before bursting into laughter, Braeden tosses the sweater back over to her and sticks a comb in Malia’s head only walking away when she reluctantly starts to run it through her tangled hair