counting to christmas

They’ve said the Doctor’s had four wives, but how many husbands has he had?

Because I know in my heart of hearts that ‘zero’ is the wrong answer there.

happy holidays \o/

this was apart of the @christmas-shou exchange for @lilpea !

inktail  asked:

I've got a soft spot for Steve recovering pieces of his past. Imagine some great grand cousins on the Rogers side contacting Steve, showing him pictures of his father, to see if that's really who they think it is?

Tony had told him not to go, because it’s the twenty-first century, Cap.  Anyone can seem like they’re honest.  It’s a scam. Don’t go.

Steve had gone.  

(Natasha had handed him a manila folder without a word and Steve hadn’t needed it, was going to go anyway, because he’d known the man was honest, he didn’t need Natasha’s to prove it.)   

They met in a café, small and out of the way.  The man was reserved, with an average build, but he had a wry quirk to his mouth, the same square to his jaw.  

His name was Joseph (call me Joe) and they muscled through stilted small talk for several minutes before Joe caved (Steve never said he was always the brave one).

“I brought –I thought you might like to see these.  It’s why I tried to contact you in the first place.” Joe produced an envelope with a handful of black and white pictures in them, edges worn but lovingly kept.  “I think we’re…” Joe paused.  “…cousins.” 

Steve sifted through them carefully: a man in a military uniform with a serious set to his mouth, sporting the jaw that Steve and Joe seemed to have inherited; the same man and a woman smiling, the man in his uniform and a slight woman –a slight –Steve’s mother- in a white dress.   

“That – that’s my mother.”  Steve set the third picture down carefully. “Where did you get these?”

The ghost of a smile was hovering on Joe’s lips.  “My mother.  Her grandmother had a brother that died young, in the First World War.  I didn’t think much of it until I saw-“

“-The Smithsonian.”

“Yeah.” Joe smiled.  “I just thought,” he motioned to his face, “there’s some similarities and what they had on your family, it wasn’t much, but it looked like the woman in the wedding pictures.”  He shrugged. “I thought it’d be worth a shot.” 

Steve smiled.  “I’m glad you did.  I didn’t realize I had any family.  It was always Ma and me, and then…just me.”

Something shifted in Joe’s face that Steve recognized as what Sam called his Stubborn Ass Resolve face.  

“Look, I know you probably have plans or invitations, but my wife and I host Thanksgiving every year.  We always have room for more family.”

Steve sipped his coffee in an effort to distract from the itch in his eyes and be sure his voice would hold. 

“Yeah.  Yeah, I’d like that.”

the switch

→scenario: You think you’re getting a normal Christmas present from your boyfriend Hoseok, but what he doesn’t tell you is that your gift includes a special power he and the rest of the boys have, enabling them to switch off between one another… during sex.

→pairing: bts | reader

→genre: smut

→word count: 9,085

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The Green During Christmas Doesn’t Traditionally Mean Jealousy

IMAGINE: Draco suffers from jealousy as he watches (Y/N) flirt with Fred Weasley. 

[gif is not mine.] 

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.0 k+

Christmas time was usually a festive occasion; the fresh snow falling, the carols, the presents. Everyone was happy at Hogwarts, except for one person. Draco sat at the table, his left hand clenching the silver fork as he watched as HIS best friend joke with the Weasley twins.

“If you hold that fork any tighter you might become one with that,” Blaise joked. Usually it was amusing to watch Draco in a fit of jealousy. It was like a five year old having a temper tantrum because he couldn’t have the toy he wanted. Then again he knew that if he didn’t calm his friend down everyone would be in the way of his bad temper.

Draco growled under his breath, the only attention he gave to Blaise. “You do know that she doesn’t like them right?” 

Draco turned to his friend at that and then looked back to (Y/N) who was now touching one of their arms. SHE WAS BLOODY CARESSING IT. “It looks like she likes them plenty.” Draco mumbled.

Blaise waved his hand, “Pfft, you know that she only wants to know their Quidditch strategy.”

“And how is caressing their bloody biceps a part of that?” 

Blaise rolled his eyes and gave Draco a ‘duh’ look, “She’s seducing them. Making them think that she wants them.” A loud laugh broke out in the distance then was followed by a ‘Fred, you’re so funny.’ Blaise winced and watched as Draco’s knuckles became whiter with each passing second. “She’s only doing it for you.”

“What?” He looked at Blaise, then back at (Y/N) again.

Blaise sighed in minimal relief, “Last Quidditch match, you almost had everyone’s bloody head because they played like a bunch of Hufflepuff’s.”

“Because they did,” Draco said. “I don’t get how that means that (Y/N) has to touch a Weasley.”

Blaise sighed heavily, honestly it was like talking to a five year old. “Look, she’s only doing this so you have advantage over them next match. If (Y/N) succeeds and she will we would have their play of the match, we would know their tricks, we would win.”

Slowly Draco let go of the fork, but still holding it. He could feel how warm his hand was and how much it hurt now he let go of it. He then looked back up to (Y/N) who was now being led by one of the Weasley twins out of the Great Hall. As he watched the feeble Weasley hold (Y/N)’s arm he didn’t realise that he was now clenching the fork tighter and tighter, and didn’t notice his glass breaking, the sparks flying around him, nor the look on Blaise’s face.

(Y/N) walked down the steps to her common room with a hop and a smile on her face. She held a piece of paper in her hand and spoke the password. “Honey, I’m home!” She greeted to the common room, knowing that Draco and Blaise would have stayed up waiting for her. True to her intuitions she smiled as she saw the familiar platinum hair.

Draco didn’t bother turning around, nor bothered to greet her. He folded his arms over his chest and frowned, allowing silence between them.

“Draco is mad that you touched and allowed a Weasley to touch you,” Blaise explained as (Y/N) drew nearer, a curious look on her face.

Her facial expression allowed Blaise to know that he understood. (Y/N) passed the piece of paper to Draco, when he didn’t take it she passed it on his lap. “It’s their play-by-play for their next match, as well as secrets to the team.”

Blaise peeked at the paper, his eyes grew wide as he took in the information. “How the fuck did you get this? Did you slip them Veritaserum?”

(Y/N) grinned at her friend, “No. I’m not a moron, giving them that would have me expelled. It’s a distant cousin of the potion, I modified it.” She shrugged, “It’s simple. Slip it in their drink or food and they would babble whatever you want them to babble and they would have no recollection of it, nor would other people.”

“Jesus,” Blaise breathed out. “With this information we would surely win. Do you mind if I take this?” Blaise pinched the piece of paper when (Y/N) nodded, “I’ll be right back. Have to show it to the team.”

(Y/N) turned her attention to Draco who was still in the same position as he was when she entered. “Are you seriously still pissed at me?” She moved forward leaning into him. 

Draco closed his eyes and sighed, “(Y/N), you touched him. He touched you.” 


“He’s not allowed to touch you,” Draco explained. “Only I am.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Now straddling him, Draco leaned forward, “I’ll fucking kill him if he touches you again.” 

(Y/N) grinned and tapped his nose with her finger, “Temper, temper Draco. Watch it.” She leaned forward and gave him a small kiss, “And he didn’t touch me. It was a glamour, my love.” 

Draco leaned back, “What?”

(Y/N) nodded and shrugged, “Yep. I like it when you’re jealous.”

“You played games with me?” Draco grounded out. He placed his arms behind her body and pulled her closer.

 She pouted and gave him a small grin, “Should I not have?” She curled her tongue behind her teeth, and smiled at him widely. 

“I’ll teach you what happens when you play games with me,” Draco moved forward and clashed their lips together.

“I showed the team about what you did and they were pissed that I woke them up but once I showed them what- FUCKING HELL GUYS! CAN YOU NOT DO THAT IN THE COMMON ROOM? THERE ARE CHILDREN!” Blaise yelled as he watched his two best friends now half-naked in the common room. They turned their heads and looked at him, giving him a sheepish smile. “My eyes, my fucking god. I have to go to therapy. I’m going to end up as batty as Trelawney because of this,” Blaise shook his head and covered his eyes as he tried to navigate around the common room. “If you’re going to do it here can you not be loud? And clean everything afterwards? And make sure that Snape doesn’t catch you! He’s still pissed about finding you both in the Quidditch shed!” 

You’ve got me slippin’ and a slidin’ by ElisAttack

[3683w | General]

The snowmobile stutters to a halt on the banks of the river and Derek smiles when he sees a few ravens flying in circles in the distance.  The salmon are here.

“Seems like I’m your lucky charm,”  Stiles says with a wink.

Or the one where Derek lives in the middle of nowhere, and is probably in love with his delivery boy.

Note: I think this is one of those fics that suffered by being part of a Sterek event that keeps it’s entries hidden until posting, so by the time they’re made public they’ve disappeared among the AO3 pages. At least, I hope that’s the reason because otherwise it means people were snoozing when it came to this gem!

She Should Be
  • **221B Baker Street. Sherlock and Archie are sitting on the couch, with his laptop on the coffee table in front of them. Rosie is dozing in her Moses basket next to Sherlock.**
  • Archie: *browses through crime scene photos* Is Dr Hooper coming over?
  • Sherlock: *on his phone* Yes. *glances at Archie with a smile* Molly's promised to bring a heart after work. We're experimenting on it once your parents pick you up.
  • Archie: *nods* My mum watches this show called 'Murdoch Mysteries'. It's about Detective Murdoch, who's like you if you were a Canadian copper in the old-timey era.
  • Sherlock: What kind of 'old-timey' era? Regency? Victorian? Edwardian?
  • Archie: Victorian, I think.
  • Sherlock: *types on his phone* What about this Murdoch character?
  • Archie: He uses new, scientific methods to solve murders, just like on 'CSI'. But his methods are only called that cos they're in the Victorian era and his boss prefers old-school ways of solving murders.
  • Sherlock: *puts his phone down next to his laptop* What does that have to do with Molly coming over later?
  • Archie: Detective Murdoch has a girlfriend. She looks at the corpses at crime scenes and works on them at the morgue to find out what killed them and stuff. They get along great as friends. She supports him all the time, and he trusts her skills and knowledge. She helps him out a lot too. Dr Ogden's like Dr Hooper. That's why she's your girlfriend!
  • Sherlock: *stares at Archie* Molly isn't my girlfriend!
  • Archie: *turns to Sherlock* She's not?! *stares at the photo of a severed head* *frowns* Oh. *glances at Sherlock and shrugs* She should be.
  • Molly: *walks in carrying a small cooler* Hello, boys! *looks sheepish when Rosie starts to fuss* Whoops! *goes over to the basket to pick up the crying baby* Sorry, Rosie!
  • Sherlock: *stands up* *takes the cooler from Molly* She'll need feeding soon, so I'll go warm her bottle.
  • Sherlock & Molly: *work together to change Rosie's nappies, feed her, and put her back to sleep*
  • Archie: *opens folder of more gruesome photos* *mumbles to himself* Yep, she's his girlfriend.
  • **Later, after the Watsons and Archie's parents pick up the kids.**
  • Sherlock: *gathers Molly in his arms and kisses her*
  • Molly: *kisses him back after a moment* *gives him a shocked look when they come up for air* Wh-what was that for?!
  • Sherlock: *smirks* Archie helped me realise something.
  • Molly: Realise what?
  • Sherlock: That you should be my girlfriend. Or wife, if you pref––Mmmmmmmph!
  • Molly: *snogs the daylights out of him*

@valkyriethunderbitch aint no misunderstanding, walmart, for instance, is notorious, for giving their part-time workers ridiculous hours and you have to clock out for your lunches lmao …… so like…. it’s fucking bullshit. 

most office jobs will give you paid lunches and shit, and still count that as hours worked, not walmart, lmao, so thats 2.5 hours a week, usually, that just straight up isnt counted.

especially during christmas season and inventory, etc. they overwork you and underpay you, just straight up.
Foolish Wishes - persephoneapple
By Organization for Transformative Works

Ever since Harry was a small boy, he has always made a wish on a shooting star on Christmas Eve. It has never once come true, but this year it might be different.