he can be the christmas gift

I was rereading the comic right before Jack and Shitty’s last game and Shitty says that if they win he gets a lifetime supply of Jack Zimmermann hugs. Well, obviously they lost. But, I was thinking about everything and… here you go.


Tater leaves the Christmas celebration after a slice of pie, bowing out by saying he needs to Skype with his mother. It gives the apartment the odd, after-Christmas feeling where nothing feels quite real. 

But it’s nice, just Jack and Bitty and Shitty in the kitchen, similar to how it was in the Haus. 

“Bits,” Jack says, exasperated. “You just cooked an entire Christmas dinner. By yourself. No, don’t say I helped, we all know a kindergartner could have helped just as much. Let me and Shitty do the dishes.”

Bitty sighs but relents, retreating to the living room. 

“You two are so good for each other it hurts,” Shitty says, shaking his head. “Honestly. Hosting Christmas dinner together. Bitty here for the holidays.”

“It’s great,” Jack says, barely catching a lovesick sigh before it escapes. “I’ve never… I don’t even know how to put it. But I’ve never. Any of this.”

“The great Jack Zimmermann, finally spilling deets,” Shitty says, elbowing him playfully where he’s drying dishes. “’I’ve never any of this’. Such detail. Such poetry.”

“Oh, shut up,” Jack gets out around a laugh. “Because you’re so generous with information about you and Lardo.”

“Look at us, all grown up and in secret, clandestine relationships. We’ve grown up so fast,” Shitty says, wiping away a fake tear. 

“Oh - that reminds me. I have something for you.” Jack wipes his soapy hands off and heads for the hall closet. 

“Hey! I thought -”

“It’s really small. Not a big thing.”

“This is coming from the person who bought his teammate an oven just because -”

“No, this is actually a small thing. It probably cost a dollar. Rounding up. And it can be for your birthday if you don’t want it to be a Christmas present.” Jack reenters the room with a tiny gift bag, which Shitty takes. 

“You’re ridiculous, Jack, I don’t know why - holy shit.” Shitty stops midsentence when he opens the gift. 

“Ah, I don’t know if you remember? But our last game -”

“I said that if we won I get a lifetime of Zimmermann hugs.” Shitty stares at the homemade, printed certificate. 

“Right, but we lost. But I know I haven’t been a great friend these past couple of months -” Shitty snorts. “- but you’re not any less important to me now. So. Yeah.”

“So you just gave me an infinite supply of hugs. In writing.” 

“We can get it notarized if you want.”

We can get it note - Good God, Zimmermann, how does Bitty put up with you?” Shitty says it in an exasperated tone, but his voice gets thick and he has to wipe his eyes a little. 

“You’ll have to ask him, because hell if I know.”

“I’m cashing in on one of these,” Shitty says, waving the certificate a little. “Right now.”

“It’s February 14th, Neil!”

Nicky was exasperated. It was obvious by the way he looked out of breath even though he was just standing there being rather noisey.

Neil scrunched up his nose. As much as he loved Nicky, he wouldn’t mind hearing him less right now. 

“What’s your point, Nicky?” 

The thing with Nicky, however, was that when you requested a straight answer, you instead got a show. 

Act one of this show was apparently looking around at the rest of the foxes and proclaiming, “Can you believe this kid?!” 

Andrew was coming from his appointment with Bee so wasn’t at the locker rooms yet for practice. Neil found himself silently hoping he would get there faster to shut Nicky up.

Usually everybody would just let Nicky go on his rant, half ignoring him and half egging him on. But when Neil looked past him, he realized that all the Foxes were actually paying attention. Their eyes were focused on Neil with a combination of pity, confusion, and general annoyance. 

Nicky was making a huge fuss now, not actually getting to the point but rather going around it. “Of all the days to not know-”

But Matt cut him off. Which was odd, because Matt usually didn’t cut Nicky off. 

“Neil….do you really not know what today is?”

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When I explain cultural misappropriation to children, I use the example of The Nightmare Before Christmas.  

It’s effective because especially for children, who don’t have enough historical context to understand much of the concept, you can still fully grasp the idea.  

There was nothing wrong with Jack seeing the beauty and differences in Christmas town, it’s when he tried to take what is unique about Christmas town away from those it originally belonged to without understanding the full context of Christmas things is when everything went wrong.

When Jack tries to get the folk of Halloween town to make Christmas gifts for children, etc., children understand that the Halloween town folk do not have the full context for the objects they are making, and they are able to see that the direct repercussions and consequences are very harmful.

johnlocked-ianthony  asked:

Hello Steph! Could you recommend some (preferably fluffy) fics where Sherlock experiments on John. I read "A Terrific Soporific" today and really liked it! So something like that?

Hi Lovely! 

Absolutely! I’m adding all kinds of versions of experimentation, so I hope these are to your liking!

SHERLOCK EXPERIMENTS ON JOHN

  • A Terrific Soporific by antietamfalls (T, 11,269 w.) Sherlock, a long-time sufferer of insomnia, is forced to share a bed with John at a hotel while on a case. To his astonishment, he finds that spending the night next to John helps him sleep and becomes determined to maneuver himself back into John’s bed.

  • Unmapped by 221b_hound (E, 2,385 w.) – Sherlock wishes to explore more about his desires. To this end, he conducts a kissing experiment in the afternoon of Christmas Day. John is all for experiments of this nature. They are going to learn a thing or two together. Part 9 of Unkissed

  • Unrestrained by 221b_hound (E, 5,377 w.) – Another experiment in desire - it’s not just what about what Sherlock likes to experience, but what he likes to do. It turns out that it’s much more about who he likes to do it to, and the way John’s desire has become bound up with restraint. Part 11 of Unkissed

  • Thermodynamics Series by entanglednow (T to E, 16,300 w. over 4 works) – In which there’s no heating and there’s a dead owl in Sherlock’s bed. Sherlock conducts an experiment in John’s bed.

  • To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G, 5,308 w.) – Sherlock wants to conduct a sleep study of sorts. John contemplates smothering him with a pillow. Part 1 of Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please

  • Bed-Sharing Between Flatmates by testosterone_tea (T, 5,053 w.) – 5 times Sherlock had an excuse to share John’s bed, and the one time he didn’t need one.

  • You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w.) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock’s study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn’t entirely mind.

  • Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by cypress_tree (E, 10,669 w.) – John helps Sherlock with an experiment: for an entire month, they are not allowed to touch each other and must remain at least one metre apart at all times. {{SOOOO GOOD}}

  • The Genetic Algorithm by Bitenomnom (NR, 3,786 w.) – Some problems defy the usage of cold, clean-cut linear logic. It is impossible to devise a way to take steps that ultimately lead exactly to an optimal answer. Sherlock believes John Watson is one of those problems. Part 28 of Mathematical Proof

  • Nightfall by CKLizzy (T, 8,001 w.) – Awoken by nightmares, John and Sherlock seek each other’s company at night. They find more than either of them knew they were missing. Part 1 of Solace {{more “exploring each other” than experimenting}}

  • On a Sunday Morning by SD_Ryan for jimmytiberius (G, 3,136 w.) – Sherlock has a little problem. He can’t stop obsessing about John Watson.

  • Paired Comparison Experiment Notes, Trials 1-24 by Bitenomnom  (NR, 1198 w.) – Sherlock plays footsie with John for an experiment. Continuation of The Paired Comparison Model.

  • Vatican Cameos by ALLthe-doms (T, 1k+ w., FFNet) – Quick story about the beginning of the phrase Vatican Cameos and the practice that went into perfecting it.

  • Who Else Would I Call? by Lastew (K+, 3k+ w., FFNet) – John sees Sherlock repeatedly entering a number into his phone, but when he questions Sherlock about it, Sherlock is evasive. What’s going on here?

  • The Perfect Place by SilverSmile (K+, 1K+ w., FFNet) – Sherlock attempts to find the perfect place to sleep, but his little experiment proves to be far more difficult than expected.

  • It’s an Experiment by YupThatsMySock (K+, 1k+ w., FFNet) – Sherlock kidnaps John’s jumpers for “an experiment”. John decides it’s only fair to kidnap the skull.

  • Unspoken by PipMer (G, 2770 w.) – Sherlock wanted to test a hypothesis. About John. He wanted a question answered that he couldn’t just ask, at least not under normal conditions, because John would never tell him the truth about that.

  • Last Christmas by Mazarin221b (T, 3,911w.) – That Earth-shaking revelation, then, leads to a problem, and one that Sherlock realizes should be solved quickly, before John’s dates turn into girlfriends or boyfriends, because sometimes girlfriends or boyfriends can turn into wives or husbands while your back is turned. Every time John hums happily at the mirror as he shaves, splashes on a little gift cologne Mrs. Hudson bought him for Christmas, Sherlock is drawn back to that night by the fire, and the way John’s touch had made the world stand still. {{LOVE this one. Not really “experimenting” but more “recreating a situation to make something else happen}}

  • Problematic by MrsNoggin (E, 6,164 w.) – Sherlock Holmes is fine with problems. More than fine. Problems are his job. More than his job. Problems are his life. Sherlock really wants to ask John something. Only, he’s not sure what… 

JOHN EXPERIMENTS ON SHERLOCK

  • Manipulation by sixbynine (K+, 2k+ w. FFNet) – John Watson is not as unobservant as Sherlock thinks, nor is he above using what he knows. Even if it is just to make sure Sherlock eats and sleeps. {{John is the one experimenting in this one :D}}

  • Never Have I Ever by Hannelore-Grace (T, 2k+, FFNet) – In which the Yarders, Sherlock, and John play the time-honored drinking game. {{Everyone tries to get Sherlock drunk}}

  • A Stupid Person’s Talent by Cumberbatch Critter (T, 1K+, FFNet) – In which John tries to teach Sherlock how to ice skate.

  • It’s a Crime Scene! by Ttime42 (K, 1k+, FFNet) – John tries to coax Sherlock out of a bad mood at a crime scene. 

  • An Experiment in Empathy Series by belovedmuerto (G to T, 62 397w across 13 stories) –  In which John is an empath, Sherlock is Sherlock, and an epic bromance happens. In the aftermath of The Great Game, John creates an unexpected bond between himself and Sherlock. Now they have to learn how to deal with it. John is better at this than Sherlock is. {{I LOVE this SERIES SO MUCH.}}

  • An Experiment in Apathy Series by belovedmuerto (G to E, 28,701 w. over 13 stories, WIP) – John and Sherlock navigate their complicated relationship. I adore this series, and it feels complete where it leaves off :)

BOTH EXPERIMENT ON THEMSELVES or EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TIME

  • The Kissing Disease by cottonballz_of_death (E, 30,856w.) – John brings home a boyfriend, shocking Sherlock, who long ago gave up hope that his straight flatmate would ever take a romantic interest in him. In a bid to reconnect with John, he tries to infect himself with a “harmless” virus. Neither of them is prepared for the emotional fallout that results.

  • I’m Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb (E, 7,672 w.) – Sherlock finds increasingly ridiculous ways to get John to patch him up after hurting himself.

  • Ravish Me by amalnahurriyeh (E, 10,025 w.) – Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.

  • The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst (E, 58,611 w.) – John Watson thinks Sherlock Holmes should admit that he, Watson, is more of an expert on sex than Sherlock is. But Sherlock refuses to concede the point. He comes up with an experiment plan that will resolve the issue. The results will determine who wins the prize. But sometimes even the best thought-out scientific study has unexpected consequences.

  • The Cuddle Sutra by aceofhearts61 (G, 3,218 w.) – In which Sherlock orders the Cuddle Sutra; he and John try out some of the positions. Part 20 of A Love with No Name

  • A Study in Intimacy by doodle (T, 5,183 w.) – People don’t touch Sherlock Holmes, not like they touch other people. Then he meets John Watson.

  • 34 Minutes by bendingsignpost (T, 4,698 w.) – An experiment in eye contact.

“AFTERMATH” OF EXPERIMENTS

  • Living In Fear by Lady Sam Mallory (T, 4K+, FFNet) – Missing Scene for Hounds of the Baskerville. John suffers from massive PTSD episodes upon their return from Dartmoor. {{The aftermath of Sherlock’s experiment rather than a running experiment}}

  • In The Wake by Ambikai (K+, 2k+ w. , FFNet) – After returning from Baskerville, Sherlock and John deal with the aftermath: unsure of where they sit with one another.

OTHER SEMI-RELATED FICS

  • Equilibrium by augustbird (M, 12,351 w.) – At Baskerville, John is infected by a virus that turns him into a genius. But when the infection progresses into neurodegeneration, it’s a race against time to save himself. {{Sherlock’s experimenting to save John}}

  • A Symphony of Chemical Reactions by what_alchemy  (T, 2,351 w.) – Cooking’s just chemistry and time management.

  • The Engine by stitchy (T, 8,294 w.)Shortly after the events of His Last Vow, Sherlock has an opportunity to revisit the night of A Study in Pink and get some perspective on the destiny of he and John’s relationship.

  • A Quiet Murmuration by cathedral_carver (T, 4,684 w.) – Just pay me back with one thousand kisses. {{Not really “experimenting” more than “Sherlock is paying John back”. Still fantastic.}}

  • Too Visible by chappysmom (K+, 23k+ w. FFNet) – With his gift of being invisible, John has always worried about being locked away in an experimental government lab. Baskerville is quite literally John’s worst nightmare—and the hound has nothing to do with it. It’s all Sherlock’s fault, but will he realize that? Sequel to “Invisible” and “Still Invisible.” {{This was one of the first AU’s I’ve ever read, and I still love it. Read “Invisible” to make sense of this one}}

  • Experiments in Trust by oleanderhoney (T, 5k+ w., FFNet) – “I can glance at a dead body and instantly know their life, and where they work, and who their lover is, but with you I can’t tell what it means when you look at me and your eyes are so dark they look brown even though they are blue. Or what it means when your hand starts to shake at certain crime scenes, and yet can be as solid as iron after you kill a man…”

  • You Remind Me of a Man by columbine-and-asphodel (M, 17k+w., FFNet) – Sherlock is a living human experiment. John, an android medicinal ethics monitor, reviews the place that’s been experimenting on Sherlock and is thrown by what he finds. Inspired by but no spoilers for The Hounds of Baskerville. {{This is an abandoned WiP from years ago, sadly, but what is here is very good}}

  • 33 by Indigo Blue.x (K+, 2k+ w., FFNet)  “I haven’t made a zombie,” Sherlock says scathingly, which would be more convincing if there were not a zombie in the flat.

  • A Study in Linguistics by rizandace (T, 12k+w., FFNet) – Sherlock Holmes and John Watson had their own language. It was a language of few words and minute facial expressions, and John had learned that it was nearly the only way to have an honest conversation with his eccentric flat mate.

  • A collection of seemingly unrelated things by Volitan (T, 3k+w., FFNet) – An Axe Murderer, Five Stitches, a Banana and a New Pair of Shoes… They’re a seemingly random collection of things, unless Sherlock and John are involved, and then the items as a collective make complete sense.

  • LHR-HNL by scullyseviltwin (E, 35,066 w.) – In need of an endangered flora sample, Sherlock and John must make a trip to an unexpected destination.

  • The Semantics of Crop Circle Formation: a case study by Sherlock Holmes [unpublished] bycanolacrush (M, 41,710 w.) – “Look at these photographs,” I said, gesturing to the wall of crop circles. “What do you observe?”“Crop circles,” John replied.“Obvious. What else?”“Are…are those intestines surrounding them?”“Yes. The majority are bovine and ovine in origin. The farmers who have acquired these crop circles in their fields have also had a tenth of their livestock murdered and arranged thus.”“Why?” John said, presumably in a rhetorical fashion. I detest rhetorical questions. “That is what I must find out, John.”

  • The Dying Genius by JuweWright (K, 8k+w., FFNet) – John’s POV. Mrs Hudson comes to John’s clinic with alarming news: Sherlock has contracted a terrible illness and might be dying…

  • Dying Changes Everything by whitchry9 (K+, 1k+, FFNet) – Sherlock is having an existential crisis and wants to have a near death experience like John did to gain some perspective. “Shoot me John!” he insisted, gesturing to himself. John just looked at him. “Are you completely mad?” {{Unhappyish ending, TW for gunshot}}

  • Six Months by dreamergirl090 (T, 16K+ w., FFNet) – John doesn’t show up to a crime scene. Lestrade wonders if John and Sherlock had a row. Molly knows it’s more complicated than that. {{TW Major Character Death and hardcore angst!!! Sherlock is experimenting throughout the fic}}

Feel free to add some of your own, y’all!

✌🏼 sup. This is Morgan Rielly. He is a 6’ 1” 22-year old Canadian defenseman who wears #44 for the Toronto Maple Leafs. His most common nickname is Mo. He was drafted 5th overall in 2012 and his first year in the NHL was in the 2013-’14 season. He has represented Canada in 6 international competitions including IIHF World Junior Championship in 2013 (4th) and IIHF World Championship in 2014 and 2016 (5th & gold). He represented Canada as a part of Team North America during the 2016 World Cup of Hockey.

Mo is kind of a big deal. He’s lowkey good because he’s not flashy but the management and coaches really love him because he’s such a great player, leader, and person overall. Last April, he signed a $30 million 6-year contract with the Leafs (so he gets around $5 mill a year). He currently has an A in Toronto (no one has a C), and a whole lot of people really want Mo to be the captain next year because he has shown amazing leadership qualities and just generally cares a lot about the team.

His main bond on the team is with fellow defenseman Jake Gardiner who is American. There’s videos of Mo from Jake’s instagram doing various things. Mainly all shopping - whether at the mall or at the grocery store. In one of them Jake is too busy filming Mo and teammate Nazem Kadri that he walks backwards straight into a trash can. In another one, Mo juggles random objects at the grocery store, and in another Mo gets a cake just for himself. These videos are very cute and bromancy. One time they were in a studio and (horribly, ohmygod it was so bad) sang Little Things by One Direction together.

Mo is such a sweetheart and a giant nerd ass. He got all of his teammates thoughtful gifts for Christmas and he’s the self-proclaimed dad/father figure of the Leafs “at the ripe age of 22”. He also did a cooking thing because he lives by himself and he only knows how to cook chicken so he wanted to expand his cooking skills. Lord help him though. He’s also a horrible dancer but dances anyway even if it is super cringey. He spent his time this Christmas with sick children (it was his first Christmas in Toronto). He’s so soft and he really loves his mom and dog which he posts on insta often about them. He sticks up for his teammates especially when the media asks about scoring droughts and people not doing so well, and he credits them with their success and never talks himself up like ever. Everyone loves Mo

anonymous asked:

Can you do a blurb where Gemma and Anne don't like Harry's girlfriend and think she's using him for money. Harry doesn't know and then finds out and is really upset about it

“’ello?”

“Harry, how many times do I have to tell you?”

“That I’m the fittest bloke you’ve ever laid eyes on?” She could hear the smirk through the speaker of her phone, knowing that he knew damn well what she was talking about. “As many times as you want.”

“You know what I’m talking about.” She wasn’t angry, per se- just overwhelmed, for lack of better words, at how much he spoiled her. “Just because I remarked how nice a bracelet was last week doesn’t mean I wanted it.” She sighed, the sparkle of the diamond on said bracelet catching the sun from where she had it laid on the kitchen table in front of her. “And if I did happen to want it, I could buy it for myself.”

“Know you could.” He didn’t sound the slightest bit phased because she put up an argument every time. “Just wanted to spoil my girl,‘s that really such a crime?”

“Yes.” She was quick to answer. “I don’t want you thinking I’m only here for the gifts and the money.”

“I know you’re not.” He shook his head, despite knowing she couldn’t possibly see him. “But it’s my way of showing you how much you mean to me.”

Admittedly, it warmed her heart how much thought and love was behind each and every gift, none of them were ever just a splurge of money because he felt like he had to buy her over.

“And I’m really thankful, but I honestly don’t need gifts to see that you’re genuine about us.” Her voice was much softer now. “Just- promise me you’ll stop spending your money on me all the time? I really do appreciate it but it would make me much happier to see you spend it on one of your ridiculously expensive scarves or something.”

“A’right I promise.” He sighed jokingly, as if she was asking a lot off him. “I hope you know I’m only going to go crazy on your birthday and at Christmas, though.”

“I guess I can live with that.” She reasoned and he chuckled.

He was one of only a few others sitting in the departures lounge of the airport and he was thankful for his own space in the corner, happier to bicker with his girlfriend than to make small talk with anyone else. After speaking for a little while longer, the voice on the speaker announced his flight, notifying him that there was only five minutes until the gates closed.

“I’ve got to go love but I’ll see you later on.” He stood up, throwing his carry on over his shoulder and making his way towards his gate.

“Ok, call me when you land safe.”

“Will do.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

//

On her way to the airport, (y/n) decided she could kill a bit of time by calling in with Gemma as it would beat sitting on an uncomfortable metal bench for god knows how long until Harry’s flight came in. She also figured she could pick up his charger that he mentioned leaving there last week.

Having only been with Harry for just under 10 months, she had met Anne and Robin four times, Gemma three and Des just once. There was the whole formal ‘meet the parents’ meal a few months in and, afterwards, it was a rare occasion that she was able to travel with Harry to see them on his time off- she did have her own work commitments after all.

Despite that, she wasn’t entirely nervous about meeting with Gemma again; she seemed easy enough to talk to when Harry was present so she was sure going solo wouldn’t make a huge difference. After pulling up to the apartment block and being allowed to walk on ahead through by the security guard who had come to know who she was, she made it up to the fourth floor in a matter of minutes and gave a light knock on the oak-wood door.

“Hi!” She greeted the female clone of her boyfriend as soon as the door opened. “I was on my way to the airport to get Harry but figured I may as well drop in to say hello and pick up his charger for him.”

“Couldn’t he have done that once he landed?” She tried to ignore the bitter tone to her voice, deciding instead to laugh it off.

“He’s usually too tired to function after a long flight.” She laughed.

“I know.” She gave her a pointed look. “He’s been my brother longer than he’s been your boyfriend, y’know.”

This time, she decided to stay silent and chose not to address the bitterness in her voice. Without any further word, Gemma trudged back through her flat. Not knowing if she was welcome to follow or not, (y/n) hovered awkwardly by the doorway before deciding to just follow her anyway.

She could hear her talking to someone in the kitchen, but couldn’t make out – and didn’t really have an interest in- what they were saying.

“Hi, Anne.” She gave her a warm smile once realising who the voice belonged to on her arrival to the kitchen. “It’s lovely to see you again.”

“Thanks.” She gave her a tight lipped smile, not bothering to maintain any eye contact.

“I’ll just get that charger then-“

“New bracelet?” Anne nodded to the diamond link on her arm; the brand new one that had only arrived from Harry mere hours ago.

“Oh.” She looked down at it. “Yeah.”

“How’d you afford that?” The harshness in Gemma’s voice was painfully obvious now and (y/n) didn’t miss how her mother winced slightly at the tone she had certainly not been brought up to use, but she didn’t bother reprimanding her.

“Harry got it for me.”

“Of course he did.” She laughed a dry, bitter laugh. “Just like everything else you own.”

She was taken aback to say the least and couldn’t find any words to answer with, because what exactly could she answer with?

“What she means is that you seem to be getting an awful lot off Harry lately.” Anne tried to ease the awkward atmosphere in the room but didn’t back down on defending her son from someone she thought was taking advantage of him.

“I don’t-“

“I mean, if it’s not him taking you out everywhere and paying the bill every time, it’s you getting these expensive gifts off him.”

“I don’t ask him to.” She was making a poor effort at defending herself against the two strongly opinionated women, sounding nothing short of timid and nervous. “I don’t like when he buys me things all the time.”

“Sure you don’t.” Gemma rolled her eyes. “Listen, Harry’s an adult and neither of us two can tell him who or what he spends his hard earned money on. But we just wanted to make it clear that we can see you for exactly the way you are and we’ll never accept someone into the family who takes advantage of him.”

“Gem-“

“No, Mum.” She snapped. “You said it yourself. Harry only thinks he’s in love and she’s taking advantage of that.”

She looked to Anne for confirmation that she hadn’t said such a thing after being so nice when Harry was there, but when her head stayed bowed down, eyes focused on the table, she took a deep breath and stuttered out a quiet “I’m sorry.” Before bolting to her car where she would be able to let out the hurt she was feeling.

//

Landed safe. Just getting my bags xx

In the café x

“Boo.” (y/n) jumped, startled from where she was in deep thought and didn’t have to fake the smile on her face when the familiar feeling of her boyfriend’s arms were engulfing her. “Well, somebody certainly missed me.” He laughed, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I did.” She mumbled into his shirt.

“C’mon, let’s get home, yeah?” He suggested.

“Do you want a coffee before we go?” She asked, pulling a note from her purse that would cover the price of a coffee each.

“I’d love one, actually.” She stopped him when his hand went to the pocket of his jeans where he kept loose change.

“I’ll get it.”

“Love, ‘s only a coffee.” He smirked. “Am I not even allowed to treat you to that now?”

“Not when I’m fully capable of buying it myself Harry!” Her volume had increased slightly, but not to the point where she was drawing any unwanted attention to them. “I do have a job, you know.”

“I’m aware.” He spoke slowly, trying to read her expression.

“And could you please take this,” She pulled the bracelet off her wrist. “back? I’m sick of you throwing away all your hard earned money on me.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to stay right where she was until he figured out what the hell was going on in her head. “What’s this all about? Where did you take this notion?”

“I’m not taking advantage of you.”

“No one said you were, poppet.”

Everyone says I am!”

“Well I don’t care what everyone says,” He shrugged. “I know you’re not.”

“You only-“ She took a shuddering breath in. “You only think you love me.” His face fell at her statement. “And I’m taking advantage of that.”

“No this isn’t-“ He shook his head. “This isn’t you. Is this the fans? I’ve told you not to look at what they’re saying.”

“No, it’s not the fans.”

“Who, then?”

She didn’t want to tell him; didn’t want to be the reason for a possible argument with his mother and sister. But the desperate look on his face made her want to take away all his worries.

“It doesn’t-“

“Who, (y/n)?” He was more stern now.

“Your mum and Gemma just pointed out a few things.” She swallowed. “I don’t blame them for thinking how they did.” He looked confused, angry and hurt that two of the people he cared most about were saying such things about one of the other people he cared deeply for. “It could be true-“

“It’s bullshit.” He asserted. “Complete and utter bullshit.”

“Harry-“

“Let’s go home.”

//

Much later that night, Harry crawled into bed after having a shower and could tell by how his girlfriend was breathing that she wasn’t asleep, but was still facing away from him. He decided to give her space but laid one hand on her hip, tracing mindless little patterns.

“I called mum earlier.” She didn’t respond with words but he seen how her shoulders tensed up. “I made sure she knew how wrong that was of them to say such things about you.” Still no response. “She just worries sometimes but I’ll not let them speak to you like that again.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Her voice was cracked with the emotion that had built up inside her all day.

“It’s because I love you.” He placed a kiss on her shoulder blade. “And I know I do.”

It’s a funny little thing, the way that they always come together in the end. Like magnets. Or fate. Or a thousand other nameless things that keep them stuck in each other’s orbits.

Whatever it is, whatever the reason, Derek finds that more often than not he’s searching for Dex. Seeking him out like it’s vital, and maybe it is. Maybe that’s why they’re here right now, huddled close (closer than any excuse Derek can call to mind will allow) as if to find shelter from the throbbing bass that leaks from the living room below.

He’s close enough to smell the cologne Dex wears (dark and warm and gorgeous and expensive - a gift, a promise, an unspoken plea from Derek - for what, he’s never been sure - brushed off as nothing more than a obligatory Christmas gift, gaudy in its simple elegance - and oh, how Dex had flushed and burned and held himself in defeat - as if the socks he had knit for Derek were any less worthy - as if he wasn’t enough). He’s close enough to see the way Dex’s freckles have bled together over the summer and close enough to feel the way Dex’s breath hitches when Derek sways closer.

It’s a swirling little feeling, the way Derek goes sideways whenever Dex is in the room. First it’s his stomach - a churning vortex of nerves and want and vertigo that has him leaning closer, one hand on Dex’s shoulder and the other on his arm… as if touching Dex would make it easier. After his stomach it’s his heart - beating at a rabbit’s pace, making Derek feel like prey even as he looms closer into Dex’s space. Derek knows better than to trust his racing heart, because if anyone in this hallway is a predator, it’s him.

Carefully, carefully, he presses Dex back until he’s pinned to the wall - like a butterfly, or a beetle, or any of a thousand other beautiful things - and for all their tension, Dex allows himself to be moved without a fight. He just goes, lets himself be easy for once in their lives, red solo cup clutched to his chest and his eyes blinking slow and low - low enough for his eyelashes to brush down against the flush of his cheeks with each sweep. And he’s beautiful.

“I’ve never kissed a guy,” he says, lips frowning even as they form around his words, and it’s such a Dex-like thing to do (how he frowns around even the most innocuous of words) that it’s got Derek smiling into Dex’s gravity, fingers pushing Dex against the wall even as he aches to pull Dex in. Sometimes Derek thinks that Dex would let him.

It’s a quiet little moment, when Dex closes his eyes, cheeks flushing in a way that has nothing to do with his drink, and god, Derek is drunk on that flush. He’s wasted on Dex - messy and dangerous and nothing but trouble - and maybe that’s why he doesn’t see it coming when Dex’s lips are frowning around his words again. Why he doesn’t know what to do when Dex tacks on that last word to his sentence - it’s still a fragment of a thought (‘I’ve never kissed a guy but’), but having tacked on that last syllable… it changes everything.

Because then Dex is opening his eyes, and Dex is pressing close enough where Derek can feel his breath fan across Derek’s lips, and Dex can never again say that he’s never kissed a guy.

There’s nothing small about it.

Enjolras is intensely, almost aggressively affectionate.

Enjolras is so concerned with other people’s health - sometimes even ignoring his own if he thinks he needs to look after them. 

He will almost literally mother hen the sick person into bed rest, chicken soup and other prescribed medication, and he’s been known to stay at the person’s side until he himself falls sick from exhaustion, just to make sure his friend gets better. Naturally, this makes the sick person feel bad for worrying Enjolras (and making him sick the process!) so naturally they behave themselves and actually get better.

Despite the fact that it’s borderline emotional manipulation, Joly almost shamelessly uses Enjolras as a threat when looking after his Les Amis patients. “Do you want me to tell Enjolras that you’ve decided to go to work even though it’s raining outside and you’re still recovering from the flu? No? Good. Now drink your tea and get a couple more hours of sleep; I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Enjolras’s over-protectiveness of Cosette is almost legendary. 

It’s not because he thinks she’s weak and needs constant protecting. No, never that. It’s because he loves her in a manner that has little to do with being cousins and everything to do with the fact that she was his one true friend growing up. They both came from affluent families, and the children of their parents’ circle were almost universally selfish and entitled and Enjolras had had many fights with all those brats who had believed that he was only play acting at caring about the welfare of those who were less fortunate than them. And Cosette, well, she’d been right there next to him, throwing punches and getting her clothes dirty.

So Enjolras loves her with a ferocity that has Marius almost faint with fear the first time she introduces the shy young man to her family. Never mind that her father had a shadowy reputation from having spent years in jail, Marius had learnt very quickly that there was nothing scarier than Enjolras giving The Shovel Talk.

“You do know what the shovel talk is, don’t you?” the tall blond asks almost mildly.

“Yes, yes of course,” Marius agrees hastily.

“And will we need to have it?”

“No, of course not.”

Enjolras raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re sure?”

“2000%!”

Enjolras nods, then walks off in the direction of the dining table where his parents are already seated with his Uncle Valjean.

It takes Marius another five minutes of Cosette’s gentle encouragement to coax him into joining them for dinner.

Enjolras has elevated buying gifts into an art form.

He can literally take hours picking out a card, and let’s not even get started on the process of buying the gift itself. Combeferre has over the years learnt to just to go with it, so when he and Enjolras go to buy gifts together, he brings a book, or loads his tablet with news that he needs to catch up on. 9/10 times he can find a cafe to sit in and wait for his friend.

Courfeyrac, on the other hand, opts for the opposite approach; if he can’t convince Enjolras to order Christmas presents online– 

(”But it’s so impersonal, Courf!”

“Enjolras, the fact that you already know what to get that person indicates that you’ve put a lot of thought into choosing the gift - you can’t get much more personal than that. You’ve already out a lot of mental effort into it, no need to add physical effort if you don’t need to.”)

–he offers to buy the presents himself. Which means having to navigate the Christmas crowds himself, but it’s still better than standing in the men’s underwear section for two hours waiting for Enjolras pick out appropriate socks for all their friends (”It’s meant to be the coldest winter in decades, Courf - everyone needs comfortable socks made from the finest merino wool!”)

Enjolras attacks courtship like a medieval knight storming a castle in order to win the hand of his beloved.

After several painful conversations with his friends, being on the receiving end of The Shovel Talk from Eponine and Bahoral, and finally - after years of  obliviousness and a few months of denial - scraping up enough courage to do something about his crush on Grantaire, Enjolras has A Plan.

Given their history of antagonism and Enjolras’s rather unfortunate tendency towards throwing harsh words at Grantaire when their arguments get a little too heated, his friends suggested that he start with showing Grantaire first that he’s special to Enjolras, that way when Enjolras finally confessed his feelings, his actions would back up his words quite nicely.

So Enjolras grits his teeth when Grantaire is being particularly obnoxious in his latest rebuttal of Enjolras’s proposals, thanking him sweetly for the insightful points and promising to take them into consideration. That’s Enjolras showing patience and his willingness to listen, even though Grantaire looks confused for the next hours.

When Grantaire shows up at Combeferre’s apartment soaking wet and shivering because he hadn’t checked the weather forecast and didn’t realise that they’d be having a thunderstorm that night, Enjolras storms into Combeferre’s room to grab some clothes, frog-marches Grantaire into the bathroom and stands over him to make sure that Grantaire is properly dry and warm, and not cold and in danger of catching pneumonia. That’s Enjolras being personally concerned with Grantaire’s well-being, even though Grantaire blushes and changes behind the shower curtain in a sudden fit of modesty.

On the night of Grantaire’s exhibit, Enjolras clears his work calendar, reminds Cosette to pick him up so that he’d have to go to the gallery, then promptly buys half of the pieces on sale. He doesn’t understand why Cosette gives him a kiss on the cheek, Courfeyrac laughs at him, and his parents sigh in resignation when the pieces are delivered a week later. That’s Enjolras supporting Grantaire’s interest, even though Grantaire stares at him with a mixture of terror, disbelief and awe when he hands over his credit card to Grantaire’s eager agent.

When Enjolras finally confesses his feelings, he has a speech ready, a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of (what he is told to be) Grantaire’s favourite wine. He starts his confession by quoting Mr. Darcy (because he has read and researched dammit, and Mr. Darcy is apparently the epitome of a swoon-worthy gentleman), but he only gets up to “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” before Grantaire falls off his chair laughing. But then Grantaire decides to kiss him stupid afterwards so Enjolras guesses the embarrassment is worth it after all.

9

On Bong Soon’s first day as a full-time employee, Min Hyuk PREPARES FOR HER A WELCOME RECEPTION, BUYS HER A WELCOME GIFT AND PUTS HER EMPLOYEE BADGE ON HER! He even discharged himself from the hospital early against medical advice so he could be with her. There is something so poignant and beautiful about the way MH personally puts the badge on BS’s neck and about the way how willingly and happily she lets him and even leans her head towards him. It’s such a little gesture of appreciation and closeness but as mentioned many times before, it’s these small gestures that in the end are so important and unforgettable.

I already talked about how MH’s been subtly giving BS all these little gifts and I just want to add how much it means that he doesn’t wait for the usual reasons like Christmas, birthday or Valentine’s day, but gives them to her because he wants to make her happy - because she wants them, needs them or just because he thinks it would make her smile. In that way, he kind of reminds you of BS’s dad who secretly hid all that money for her so she could buy herself something nice because he wanted her to be happy. It’s not to say that materialistic things can give a person permanent happiness, but MH’s presents are not some useless luxurious things, but truly things that show his consideration for her, be it food because she loves to eat, the computer because she wants to create a game, the job of her dreams (sort of) or the employee badge because that’s the thing she wanted the most in the world. And all these things reveal how much MH knows BS; what are her dreams, hopes, needs,…

And then you have GD who gave her his spare taser. The thing is that it would be a practical, sweet and thoughtful present for any other woman, but for BS it’s UTTERLY USELESS; showing that he knows absolutely nothing about the woman she is and in more ways than just one

Captive Nine (Part 2)

SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.

Chapters: 1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9a

Word Count: 1,408
Warnings: Cuddling and arguments?? I hate these 

Originally posted by strictly-bucky

The days grew shorter as winter came upon you, bringing grey skies with them, but it didn’t seem to make you feel anything but happiness while you were with the team. Christmas was heading your way at full speed! Only three more days until you would experience a Christmas without fear.

The team had decided to watch a classic Christmas movie called White Christmas with Bing Crosby… who you thought was very attractive, despite how short he looked. And somehow, you had fallen asleep with your head in Wanda’s lap, her fingers tangled in your hair, and Steve massaging your feet, while Bucky sat immobile under your torso. Crosby’s voice floated through your dreams, soothing you into a deep sleep.

But you were abruptly being pulled from your slumber, when someone shook your shoulder.

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anonymous asked:

You're taking requests??? YES!!! How would the crew react if Ryder surprised each of the with a Christmas gift they've been working on secretly for a while, just for them? Like a home-made scarf, or a weapon they upgraded, etc?

I live to serve! Hope this was ok! :)

Here you go my dears!

Cora
The small potted Christmas Rose was found on her desk in the hydroponics lab. It took her a moment register. She inched her way over and she touched the large unfurled red flowers in the tiny bush. Next to the potted plant was a small hand written note.
“Not quite the roses you were after but I hope it will do. Merry Christmas. - Sara.”
A smile broke her lips and she placed the flower in the middle of the room. She kept it well watered and cherished the flower.

Liam
He was tinkering away with his dual omni-blades when Sara appeared, holding something behind her back. Liam raised a brow.
“Happy Christmas!” She yelled, pulling a home made scarf from behind her back.
A badly knitted home made scarf with what looked like a terrible attempt at a love heart on the end of it.
“Wow, you.. Really shouldn’t have!”
Liam embraced her, kissing her on the top of the head and immediately wrapped the scarf around his neck. It was itchy as hell, but God be damned if we wasn’t going to show off his gift. Especially to Jaal.

Peebee
She had heard a little about the earth holiday and was determined to be the first person to give out gifts on the tempest. Sara beat her to of however. A remnant sharp that was put onto a long cord necklace. “No one in the universe has one of these.” Sara smiled as she presented the gift to her. Peebee should have been mad at her for beating her to the gifts but instead the settled for tackling her in a one of a kind Pelasaria B'Sayl hug.

Vetra Nyx
She was used to giving. Never receiving from anyone. So when the new modded visor was placed in front of her with a crude red bow, Sara smiling, waiting in anticipation for her reaction, she couldn’t help but pull the squishy human in for a hug that nearly broke Sara’s sternum. Sara didn’t mind though. Seeing Vetra this happy was worth bruising for.

Drack
He was well over 1,000 years old. Been through wars great and small, watched friends and family die, killed and maimed. But here was this blood sack, holding out a newly modded krogan shotgun, smiling ear to ear at him, “Happy Christmas Drack!” and Vaul’s quads he though he felt one of his remaining intact hearts warm. Just a little. Only a little. Barely. Tiny little bit.
And he wasn’t smiling, did not at all get in the least bit tears eyed, because Krogan don’t cry, and he did not nearly crush her in a Krogan hug. Because Krogan don’t hug. Much.

Suvi
A tin box of Sumatran tea had made its way to her desk. She didn’t know how it was possible another box even existed in Andromeda. But she could take a wild guess at who gave it. Mainly due to her peaking from the armoury door over at her. Suvi smiled at the note “One more box couldn’t hurt right? Merry Christmas. - Sara”
Suvi hugged the box to her chest and smiled over at Ryder, who blushed and disappeared back into the armoury.

Jaal
“It’s an Earth thing.” Sara had said as she held the small snow globe in her hands. A small, seemingly being like structure made of plastic circular snow balls with an orange nose and dotted eyes and mouth and buttons down his person, standing in the centre of the globe. At the base read “Merry Christmas From Nevada!” Fake snow fluttered about the ‘snowman’ when she shook it.
“Didn’t know what to get you so I thought this would be cool. My dad got it for me when I was small. I was sad because it was our first Christmas away from home and on Earth so he went into some cheap Nick Nack store and got it because he thought it was funny since it doesn’t snow in Nevada…” She babbled. Jaal took the gift from her hands, turning over a few times, observing it. “An heirloom from your family? I am honoured.” He smiled. Sara snorted a laugh. “Something like that. Glad you like it.”
“What’s a “Ne-vaa-da”?“

Kallo
She had finally pieces together the SR-1 model and placed it in a box with a bow. She knew he liked the ship models she collected and had heard that he was quite fond of the Turian-Human ship collaborations. Leaving it on his pilot seat she waited for him to find it. However, Salarians can be a little… Muddled sometimes. The pilot didn’t even glance down at the gift on his seat, too busy with his omni-tool, and instead sat in the model ship. "AHH! WHAT THE-!?” He yelled jumping back up from his seat. Ryder was at a loss. “Uh, Merry Christmas?” She laughed. “RYDER!”

Gil
A printed Ai shirt with “Poker Face” written on the front was hanging on his console in the drive core room, along with tinsel, which he had no clue were Ryder could have gotten it from, draped all over said console and a heap of mistletoe around his work space. Anyone else would have been annoyed but Gil could only laugh, mauve ring his way around the room that looked like a Christmas elf threw up in.
Gil wore the shirt all the time. The bragging seemed to get even worse on his side but he may have let Sara win a round or two after her thoughtful gift.

Lexi
Sara really was at a loss for what to get her. Lexi seemed to only like fussing over the crew and being an all round mother hen. The only thing she new she really liked was Drack. And this sparked an idea in Ryder.
Every time she took Drack out with her she would snap pictures of him in action with her visor. Having them printed out and shoved in an envelope she placed them on her desk, then waited out at the comms area. When a rather flushed Lexi came out, Ryder laughed shooting finger guns her direction “Merry Christmas Lexi!” “RYDER!”
Although Lexi… Appreciated the thought deep down, Ryder was still getting a proper giving out to later.

Mystic Messenger Characterisations - Saeran Choi/ Unknown

So, as I did for Yoosung yesterday… I’m going to write some stuff about the characterisation of Unknown/Saeran Choi. @unknown-saeranchoi you wanted to see this, didn’t you? I can’t remember >o<

Again, apologies if it gets ramble-like and stops making sense part way through….

Note: There will be serious secret ending spoilers in this, because most of the things about Saeran which I talk about come up during the secret endings.

[Yoosung]

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Lucaya Prompt- The core 6 plays secret valentine and Maya gets Lucas

//Valentine’s Day Prompt! I’m still working on the other prompts all you awesome people have sent, but if you have any other requests don’t be afraid to send them. Enjoy!//

Secret Valentine

“Secret Valentine!” Riley exclaimed. She was carrying a pink box covered in red hearts. There wasn’t any doubt that she made it herself.

“No!” The entire group replied.

“But love! And friendship.” Riley argued.

“Don’t we suffer enough during secret santa?” Maya whined. 

“Hey YOU all loved your gifts. It was a good day.”

The group mumbled but Riley wasn’t taking any complaining.

“We’re doing this. Besides Lucas wasn’t here for secret santa. Now we’re all here!”

Maya glared at Lucas. “Thanks Ranger Rick. I blame you.”

“Now remember it’s a secret so no one say anything. Just pick a name and get the person a gift by the 14th.”

The group groaned collectively before each went inside the box to pick out one of the little glittery slips that had a name written on it.



On the 14th, before school, Maya went to Lucas’ house before heading to Riley.

She carried a somewhat large rectangular object wrapped in plastic  under her arm. The closer she stepped to the building the more she realized she shouldn’t be here this early. But she didn’t want to give it to him at school. People would be watching there. Definitely not at Topanga’s either since there were many people there too. Besides, Riley had allowed them to give their gifts to their valentine whenever they could rather than with the group together. Mostly because they had all pleaded for her not to make it some huge deal. They just wanted to get it over with. Maya definitely wanted to get this over with quickly.

Before she even had a chance to enter the building Lucas was walking out with a gift in his hand. He noticed her immediately and raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be at Riley’s? You always pick her up.”

“Yeah I’m going. I had to give you the stupid Valentine’s day gift.”

“Oh. You’re my secret valentine?” He chuckled. “I’m surprised you got me something.”

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t get me a secret santa gift.”

“You weren’t even here.” She handed him the frame under her arm. “Besides this might be same gift I was going to give you for Christmas.” 

Lucas took the rather large frame from her and looked at it. 

“You can open it.”

“It’s not even wrapped.” Not that he expected anything else. It was a miracle he even received anything, but now he was starting to think it was a prank. He slowly unwrapped the plastic off and realized it was a painting canvas. When he turned it around it was completely painted black.

“What the hell?” He looked towards the blonde who was smiling.

“It’s your favorite color.” 

“Black is not my favorite color?!?!”

“Oh. Oops.” Maya shrugged and chuckled. “Well I gotta go pick up Riley. See you at school Huckleberry.”

“Wait.” Struggling with the painting in his hand he managed to extend the bag in his hands towards her. “I got you for the valentine thing too.”

Maya reluctantly took the bag, that happened to be very light, and stuffed it in her backpack. “Thanks.”

“What? You’re not gonna open it?”

“Later. It’s getting late.”

“I’m gonna go put this away in my room. There’s no way I’m carrying this around school all day.”

—-

Maya paced around in her room with a single paper in her hands. How could he have done this? How dare he have done this? She was panicking. How could this be possible? She read the words on the paper over and over again. We would like to thank you, Maya Hunter, for your submission…..highly prominent…our featured artist…full scholarship to our 8 week summer program…

Those words couldn’t possibly be about her. Yet there was her name on top. She wished she hadn’t opened the stupid gift. She wished that she didn’t have the urge to call that stupid cowboy at 12:43 in the morning. She grabbed her cellphone and waited. He was probably asleep. 

“Hello?”

“What is this?” Maya yelled harshly.

“You’re gonna have to be more specific.”

“I’m not playing games, Huckleberry. What am I reading?”

“Your gift?”

“W-why would you do this?”

“Because you’re talented Maya. I took a picture of one of your paintings and submitted it to the contest. I know you were afraid and didn’t apply so I did it for you. You won. I knew you would.”

“I don’t- I- thank you, Lucas.”

“Let the world see your talent, Maya.”

There was a moment of silence on both ends of the phone call before Maya spoke again.

“Well now I feel bad. My gift was terrible.”

Lucas looked over at the painting now hanging in front of his bed. When he had turned off the lights to his room he had realized the painting wasn’t just the color black at all. It was a dark blue. Within the frame of the painting Maya had placed little LED lights making it look like a sky full of stars. Just like the stars of Texas he always missed. He didn’t know how she had done it, but it was absolutely beautiful. 

“No. Don’t feel bad. You got it just right. That’s my favorite color.” 

💋We Need To Talk [Part 2] (Grayson x Reader)

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Summary: imagine being pregnant with Grayson’s baby and you go to stay at your parents house since it’s Christmas and as you lay with Gray you get horny just looking at him and the hormones and you try to convince him for sex since he believes your parents would listen to you but eventually he does as what his wife wants

Warnings: Smut, fingering, nipple play, and daddy?

A/N: So this was requested so I felt it worked great as a part 2 for We Need To Talk so I hope you guys like it and remember requests are Open :) Like before Y/D/N-Your daughter’s name

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Originally posted by lovershub

“How many more days until santa gets here?” Your four year old daughter, Y/D/N, asked as she helped nana and I put the tinsel on the Christmas tree.

“We have 5 more days until Santa comes sweetpea.” My mom says to Y/D/N as she untangles the tinsel.

“Why does Santa come so late?” She asks as grandpa and Grayson come from the kitchen.

“He has to make sure all the boys and girls stay good until close to the end of the year so he can reward them for being good all year.” Dad says and I laughed and looked at Grayson who was extremely sweaty. Dad and him have been outside working all day on repairing Ethan’s motorcycle and working on the family boat. He was wearing work jeans and a white muscle tank. His skin looked so golden against his tank. He looked incredibly sexy. I snap back into reality and I see Grayson is looking me in the eyes. He mouths ‘are you okay’ which I nod and give him a thumbs up. He returns the gesture smiling.

“My look at the time. Come on sweetpea I’ll read you a story and then we can go to bed. Tell mommy and daddy night night.” My mom says to Y/D/N. Grayson gets on his knees and opens his arms wide for our little girl to run into him for a hug. He wraps his large arms around her and holds her tight.

“Goodnight daddy. Goodnight mommy. I love you.” She says hugging Gray and I and she turns to walk down the hall with nana.

“Goodnight princess. We’ll see you in the morning.” Grayson said as he took my hand in his which made me blush.

“Yeah I think I’m going to hit the hay myself. I’ll see you two in the morning.” My dad said giving us a hug and going down the hall himself. Grayson turns his head to me with narrow eyes.

“Shall we?” He asks gesturing down the hall to go to bed. I nod and he leads the way down the hall to our room. I take off my shirt and pants and Grayson does the same. I throw on one of his hoodies since for some reason it’s always cold at my parents house. He was wearing his maroon boxers and he looked incredibly sexy. The way his jaw was structured like he could cut glass. His hair still styled so perfectly even though he has been outside all day in the hot sun. His skin looked so golden and he just looked so incredibly sexy without his shirt on. These hormones are absolute driving me crazy, but damn he just looks so good.

“Babe? You okay?” He asks as he caught me staring at him. I didn’t know what to say so I just kissed him. He kisses back soft and gentle. I loved soft and caring Grayson, but right now I wanted hard and aggressive Grayson. I want him to pin me down and kiss all over my neck. I wanted him to place gentle kisses from my neck down my stomach to my waist. I want him to kiss me in between my hips and then show me I’m his. I move over and straddle his lap. He pulls away from kissing. “Babe what are you doing?”

“I want you Gray. We haven’t done anything since we found out I was pregnant. My hormones are going crazy.” As I was talking I slowly started to grind myself against Grayson as I felt him getting harder. I lean in and gently kiss his neck.

“Y-Y-N d-don’t do that. What ab-about the b-baby?” Grayson asks as I feel him grinding back. I place my hand on the headboard as I grind harder into him earning a grunt from him.

“Sex won’t hurt the baby Gray. Sex actually rocks the baby to sleep. It’s quite relaxing for the baby.” I lean into his ear while arching my back “and the mommy too.” I whispered as my warm breath sent shivers down his spine. I felt his hands move from his sides to graze up my body and down just lightly resting on my butt. Our lips gently brush against each other before he pulls away again. I sighed in annoyance at him.

“What about your parents?” He asks. “The last thing I want them to hear is you screaming my name.” Grayson says cocking a side grin at me. His hands then slide up his hoodie over my bare breasts and he gently pinches my nipples and I throw my head back in pleasure as he pinches my nipples and squeezes my breasts.

“I’m 2-25 years old. They know w-we have needs.” I stuttered along with a moan. I grinded against his hardening dick and I moan again feeling the friction between the cloths of our underwear rubbing together. Grayson then peels the hoodie off the top half of my body leaving me in my underwear. I arched my back as Grayson’s hands pushed my back pushing my breasts towards him. He gently sucks and tugs on one nipple with his teeth ever so gently earning a moan from me. I rubbed myself harder against him as he buried his face between my breasts squeezing them and sucking on my nipples. I slid my hand down my underwear and started to finger myself at the thought of Grayson making me feel so good. I felt a strong grasp around my wrist and I look to Grayson who has one of my nipples in his mouth.

“Baby I want to make you feel good. You’re the one having our baby. Allow me.” With that he loops his finger through my underwear and he pulls them down in one swift motion. I arch my back more stretching my chest towards him and using his legs for support as I gripped them. I then feel Grayson slowly insert a finger inside me which made me suck in a sharp breath. His free hand was holding me steady on his lap while he fingered me and sucked on my chest which I knew would leave purplish bruises in the morning. “Damn baby girl you weren’t kidding. You’re so wet just for me.” Grayson says as he puts a second finger inside of me and curls upwards making me buck my hips. “Patience baby girl. Let daddy please you.” That was the first time Gray ever used daddy sexual in the bedroom and to be honest, kinda turned me on even more. Grayson spreads his legs and I fall in between his legs. He lies me down on my back and I knew he was getting so hard to the point that it hurt. He pulls his boxers down with one hand while he still fingers me.

“Grayson when did y-you get into daddy?” I asked as I rocked my hips to the movement of his fingers. I bit my lip as Grayson places himself above me. He then places his lips on mine kissing me roughly and his fingers deepen inside me. I pull away to moan and his face goes straight to the crook of my neck. “Fuck Grayson.” I moaned and he stops fingering me and looks me in the eyes. His typical hazel eyes were now clouded dark with lust.

“Call me daddy babygirl.” Grayson says as he starts to finger me again.

“Well damn daddy. What else do you have up your sleeve?” I asked and Grayson cocked his head. He then started to kiss from my neck, down the valley between my breasts, over my belly to right above my crotch. He looks up and smirks before placing his lips on my clit and sucking hard. “Fuck!” I screamed as I gripped the bedsheets harder. “Grayson stop. I’m gonna cum.” I said and he pulled away.

“Damn really?” He asked feeling satisfied. I nodded and I slowly sat up, but he pushed me back down. “Lie down baby. Now it’s time for your treat.” Grayson then slowly inserts himself inside of me causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. He slides in and out a few times and then he starts to speed up. He kissed my jaw and sucked on my collarbone which I knew again would show in the morning.

“Mmmm daddy.” I moaned as I dug my nails into his back as he slammed harder into me hitting my g-spot. “Fuck Grayson!” I screamed and Grayson’s lips latched to mine harshly which I knew he was trying to quiet me down. His hand went and kneaded my breast which drove me crazy. I arched my back and I felt Grayson twitch inside of me. “Cum for me daddy.” I moaned against his chest as he thrusted into me a few more times before he shot his cum inside of me. I shortly came afterwards. Grayson and I both lied there panting and we just laughed together and cuddled.

“Yeah your dad will be very confused when he wonders why you were screaming daddy at midnight.” Grayson says kissing my temple.

“Why do you have to ruin everything?” I asked causing us to laugh and cuddle closer together.

***

It was Christmas morning. Everyone hd already opened their gifts and we were all getting ready for Christmas dinner. My dad apparently had a talk with Grayson the next morning and since then Grayson won’t touch me. Which I understand, my dad can be a scary man. “We have some news for everyone!” I said clinking the glass. The whole family was here for Christmas so Gray and I decided now was the time to tell everyone we were having a baby. We have both known for a few months I was pregnant, but since Y/D/N wanted a sibling we decided it would be a good Christmas gift. Everyone quiets down as we all sit around the kitchen. Nana was holding Y/D/N. “As you guys are probably aware Grayson and I have an adorable 4 year old baby girl named Y/D/N.” We gestured towards nana and her and she covers her face while the family laughs. We wait for everyone to quiet down in the kitchen. I look to Grayson who was smiling at me. “We’re pregnant!” I announced and the room is silent but soon filled with cheers.

“What?” Y/D/N asks confused.

“Mommy and daddy are having another baby sweetpea. You’re going to be a big sister!” Nana says and she looks even more confused.

“Where do you get a baby?” She asks and Grayson’s eyes go wide.

“Yes nana I would love some Christmas ham.” He says attempting to change the subject causing everyone to laugh at him.


XX Thanks for the request :)

Updated Masterlist

#1 He gets jealous of another boy

#2 He wants to watch you touch yourself

#3 He watches you read

#4 Dirty talk

#5 He misses you on tour

#6 Wet dreams

#7 Celebrity crushes

#8 Play fighting

#9 He wants to have a threesome with another boy

#10 He finds out you’ve faked an orgasm

#11 Eavesdropping

#12 Birthday Sex

#13 Prince AU

#14 You refuse to accept a gift from him

#15 Hospitals

#16 You’re clumsy

#17 His kink

#18 He’s your teacher but you’re dating

#19 He’s your teacher but you’re dating (Part two)

#20 Romantic thing he always does

#21 How he kisses you (Visual)

#22 Vampire AU

#23 He mentions marriage

#24 Cuddling (Visual)

#25 Nicknames

#26 Thanksgiving

#27 Daddy’s little girl

#28 “Slow down.”

#29 Heart by Heart (Song Preference)

#30 Mistletoe

#31 His Christmas gift to you

#32“Faster.”

#33 You can see Shadowhunters

#34 You catch him masturbating

#35 Victoria Secret Angel

#36 You find a huge insect and he ends up killing it/calling the boys for help

#37 Twitter Issues

#38 He thinks that you’re cheating on him

#39 How he eats you out (Visual)

#40 Spending a day with him

#41 You’re sick

#42 Greedy

#43 You’re an actress and you have to kiss someone else

#44 He asks you to stay after a one night stand

#45 First “I Love You”

#46 Valentine’s Day

#47 His favorite position (Visual)

#48 You send him a naughty picture (Visual)

#49 She looks so perfect (Song Preference)

#50 He cuts your hair

#51 You overhear him talking about proposing to you

#52 Interruptions

#53 “Stop…”

#54 You’re home late and he gets worried

#55 Promises

#56 He tweets a photo of you at the beach (Visual)

#57 He uses a pick up line on you

#58 Boxer AU

#59 Tattoo Soulmate AU

#60 His perfect girl

#61 “I miss you”

#62 He tweets a photo of how he proposed to you (Visual)

#63 Momma’s boy

#64 After a fight

#65 Rude (Song Preference)

#66 Whipped

#67 You’re quiet during sex and it frustrates him

#68 “Tell me…”

#69 Another boy tweets a picture of you two asleep (Visual)

#70 You find a love letter he wrote to you

#71 You leave marks on him and the other boys notice (Visual)

#72 You run into his ex who’s a bitch/crazy now

#73 You tweet a picture of him asleep and he replies (Visual)

#74 Bad boy AU

#75 Couple tattoos (Visual)

#76 Home

#77 One of you tweet a picture of your kid and you/him replies (Visual)

#78 He tells you a lame joke

#79 Winter

#80 Masquerade ball

#81 Hugs

#82 Night Changes dates

#83 Stockholm Syndrome/Lima Syndrome

#84 Whispers

#85 “It’s me.”

#86 Tenerife Sea (Song preference)

#87 He picks you up after a bad date

#88 Another boy babysits your child and tweets a picture of it and someone else replies

#89 College AU

#90 Other Soulmate AU’s

Unlisted (if there are any)

Punk series:

  1. His appearance
  2. How you meet
  3. “Don’t fucking touch her.”
  4. A little bit of truth
  5. Disappearance
  6. He agrees to go on a “date” with you
  7. First “Date”
  8. He sneaks into your room
  9. He asks you to be his girlfriend
  10. He gets into a fight
  11. First “I love you”
  12. Your father finds out you’re dating
  13. You sneak out to see him
  14. “Run away with me.”
  15. He reveals something about his past
  16. Sexual Encounters
  17. He tries to train you/workout with you
  18. You return home
  19. The Aftermath
  20. (coming soon)

Teacher series:

  1. How you meet
  2. “You’re a teacher?”
  3. Staying after school with him
  4. He overhears you talking about him
  5. He has a talk with you
  6. He stops another student from bullying/harassing you
  7. You think he’s going to kiss you
  8. You see him outside of school
  9. (coming soon)

Imagines:

Lunch Date (Harry)

Hendall Setup (Harry)

Teach me (Harry) (Part 2)

Phone Sex (Harry)

Not a teenager anymore (Harry)

Protector (Harry) (Part 2) (Part 3)

The New Assistant (Harry)

“Am I pretty enough now?” (Harry)

Tell me (Harry) (Visual)

Brother’s Best Friend (Harry)

A “date” with Nadine (Harry)

It makes your lips so kissable (Harry)

Cuddly drunk Harry (Harry)

Horny during a concert (Harry)

Sugar Daddy (Harry)

First Impressions (Harry + Niall)

One Time Thing (Narry Threesome)

Knee issues (Niall)

Surprise? (Niall)

Blackouts (Niall)

Sharing the news (Niall)

Honeymoon (Niall) (Visual)

Snow Storms (Liam)

Sneaking out (Liam)

Sugar Daddy (Liam)

Smiles (Liam)

Little white lies (Liam + Ashton) (Part 2)

Childhood room (Louis)

Movie night (Louis)

Lucky (Louis)

The 7 seconds challenge (Louis)

Needy drunk (Louis)

“Best friends don’t make out” (Louis

Good Luck Charm (Zayn)

Happy family (Zayn)

Casual Proposal (Zayn)

Breaking of the Zerrie engagement (Zayn)

Protective fights (Zayn)

Dream come true (Zayn)

Picking a name (Zayn)

Desperate for a change (Zayn)

Au Imagines:

Best Friend!Liam

Bad boy!Liam

Daddy!Harry

Demon!Harry and Angel!Y/n (Part 2)

Tattoo Artist!Zayn (Part 2)

Art Student!Zayn

CEO!Niall

Math Student!Niall

Movie Star!Louis

Blurbs:

How Louis would be on your wedding Day

How Zayn would comfort you

Romantic things Harry does for you

Niall and you being mobbed

What Harry’s skills would be in bed

What Niall would be like in bed

What Harry would be like in bed

What Harry would be like if you were pregnant

What Niall would be like in bed

Clingy Zayn

What Niall would be like if you were pregnant

Lazy days with them

What Harry would be like if had big boobs

Wedding dresses with Harry

A Morning with Liam

You sit on Niall’s lap and turn him on by mistake

Louis while you’re cooking

You fall asleep on Louis

Dom/Sub relationship with Harry

Zayn asking you out on a date

Jealous Niall

Harry as a boyfriend

Au memes:

Finals are approaching and you need to study but Zayn would much rather do other things…

The other boys absolutely love to tease Harry about your relationship together whenever Harry talks about you.

Harry sends you some snapchats while he’s off on tour.

Liam explains how he met his girlfriend, y/n, and it seems that Harry played matchmaker in their relationship…

You’re dating Niall and you can’t help but send snapchats of him to your friends.

You get sick and can’t join Louis as he returns home but he keeps you updated through snapchats.

Fic Rec

Blurb Nights:

Soulmate!1D

Father/Husband!1D

More coming soon!

anonymous asked:

would you write something where andrew learns how to knit?

This is beautiful let’s do this (this is less of a learns how to and more of a Andrew + knitting introduction & adventures ft. Neil Josten and Happiness)

  • SO after Renee moves away for her peace keeping ventures, Andrew has no one to spar with
  • Neil offers to take her place, but Andrew would rather gut him himself than see Neil with a knife in his hands again
  • and, stupidly, he couldn’t inflict wilful, angry violence on Neil if he tried
  • suddenly his avenue of stress relief/violence relief is gone, and it hits him harder than he expected
  • frustration builds up; muted anger and bitterness and the itching need to hit and hurt
  • the nightmares get worse, and after them there’s nothing to take the phantom pain and fear away
  • he starts drinking and smoking more, becoming more dangerous in practice and person
  • he’s more abrupt with Neil more often, lets him touch him less, basically just distances himself because he’s scared that he’ll snap and it’s Neil who will suffer
  • and Neil is seriously worried
  • he’s never seen Andrew like this, and its scaring him
  • and he misses him too
  • so, unsure of what else to do, he calls Bee
  • he’s done that before, after the first time Andrew fucked him, when he freaked out and took off and Neil had no idea what to do
  • Bee knew Andrew well enough to know what to do then, he hopes she can do something similar now
  • Bee is all over it
  • she knows Andrew needs something to help him relieve the stress and tension and anger, something perhaps calming and peaceful in the place of Renee’s reciprocated violence
  • so she calls in her annual leave and flies up, inviting Andrew out for lunch
  • Andrew suspects Neil had something to do with this, but goes along anyway
  • and Bee can see that Neil was right, Andrew is tense and disconnected and jumpy, worse than before the meds
  • because this time he’s fighting it, he doesn’t want to linger in the same darkness he once welcomed, but he doesn’t know what to do
  • Bee has an idea
  • Now, Bee is a knitter, an avid one
  • her grandmother got her into it a lifetime ago, and she does it from time to time to relax and unwind and remember her
  • she thinks maybe Andrew might take to it, given a little push
  • so she invites him out again, not telling him where they’re going, just saying its a surprise
  • Andrew only goes because he trusts Bee with, well, everything
  • when he sees that it’s a knitting club he just about walks out
  • what the fuck would he do with knitting? He’s a 5 foot tall man of barely contained violence, who can kill 4 men twice his size with his bare fists
  • knitting is not for him
  • but Bee asks that he try it, just once, just to see
  • he begrudgingly agrees
  • the club is mostly older women, though there are a few older men and strangely enough a bunch of younger people too, maybe his age
  • some are there for volunteering or community service, or simply because they either enjoy knitting or want to try it out
  • Surprisingly enough, its not so bad
  • Andrew can sit in silence and work while he either listens to the stories being told around him (the elderly have some fascinating stories to tell, when the younger ones ask) or just tune them out
  • and Bee thinks that maybe it’s working, maybe Andrew likes this, maybe he finds it as peaceful and tranquil as Bee had hoped (also she’s impressed because wtf first time knitters are shit but Andrew has taken to this with an odd amount of skill)
  • she takes him back next week, then the week after that, and he goes every time without another word
  • after that she has to go back, but she buys Andrew a knitting kit with a half a dozen balls of wool and gives them to him as a gift
  • she asks him to continue on with it, and maybe knit her something if he has time
  • so, Andrew does
  • at first he hides it from Neil, slightly embarrassed
  • but to his surprise Neil comes home one day earlier and catches him at it, but does nothing but smile fondly
  • “my mum used to knit. It was the only present i ever got apart from knives”
  • so Andrew integrates it into their nightly tv time, wherein they watch whatever movie Nicky has been gushing about over Skype (usually a gay classic), Exy games/re runs, or shows and movies Andrew used to like and that Neil has to catch up on (being on the run didn’t make for good media consumption)
  • in a moment of rare sentimentality, Andrew knits Neil a scarf- bright orange with a fox paw print in the centre
  • when Neil sees it he smiles so wide that his face must ache
  • but he kisses Andrew so softly and sweetly, fingers curling into his hair and tugging gently
  • (maybe later he lets Neil take him with his mouth, lets him press his happiness in soft kisses and licks and sucks to Andrew’s cock)
  • Andrew hates him (its very satisfying)
  • he also knits Bee something, as she asked him, a frilly pink beanie she can wear in winter
  • she absolutely adores it, and wears it every chance she can get
  • Andrew continues the practice for years, letting it fit into his life where violence once was
  • the urge to hit and punch and hurt is still there, but the edges are softened and he can take it out on the court (to Neil’s obscene delight)
  • On the nights when he wakes from nightmares, on the bad days where he can’t bear to be touched or looked at, not even by Neil, when he’s afraid of himself as much as of anyone else, he takes his knitting and retreats to his room
  • and he just sits and knits until the tension and nausea and fear and memory fades away
  • Neil thinks that the practice is good for Andrew, and adorable besides
  • he encourages it by hunting down the most ridiculously coloured, oddly textured, strangely patterned balls of wool he can find, gifting them to Andrew as presents
  • Andrew hates him, and in retribution knits items of clothing that he forces Neil to wear
  • around christmas, when they go out for a double date with Dan and Matt, he makes Neil wear a patterned beanie of obnoxiously bright yellow, pink and orange, a christmas scarf with cats on it and yellow mittens with red stars on them
  • he looks like a right asshole, but Neil has never been happier in his life. He loves wearing things that Andrew has made for him, regardless of what they look like
  • he would wear nothing but Andrew’s knit wear for the rest of his life if Andrew would let him (this is the same boy who owned like 3 ratty t shirts till Andrew staged an intervention you know he would)
  • When Dan sees him she laughs so hard she cries, and Matt giggles and kisses him on the nose
  • (that boy is so cute they would steal him if Andrew wouldn’t shank them)
  • After they get the cats Andrew also knits stuff for them, rugs for their cat houses and little booties
  • he subscribes to a knitting magazine that gets published monthly and contains tutorials on new knitting designs and techniques
  • he actually gets invested in the culture, and learns all the big names in the knitting world, something that is ridiculous and absolutely not the direction he thought his life would take
  • he even goes back to the club, from time to time, in the off seasons
  • he gets friendly with a couple of the older people there, who have no idea who he is and who couldn’t care less, because old people are harmless and their stories are always eventful
  • When Renee gets back he gives her a sweater of her favourite colours, and she kisses his cheeks and hugs him tightly
  • when she asks him later if he wants to spar, Andrew, to both their surprise, says no
  • instead, he goes home to Neil and the cats, to a cup of hot cocoa and reruns of Queer as Folk, to his balls of wool and his knitting needles
  • And with his boyfriend curled against him, his work in his hands and the cats sprawled on his legs, Andrew finds himself content
  • for the first time in a lifetime, the violence that itches under his skin is quiet
People want to know what Maya got Lucas for Christmas

But consider this…

It probably wasn’t that great. If she even got anything for him in the first place.

Unlike Riley getting Farkle a girlfriend-y gift, this would mean something. Maya’s been very careful about her relationship with Lucas since the triangle ended. 

She’s been avoiding eye contact, refusing to banter with him (except maybe in SS), and her jabs have a bit more bite than sass (”You think you are [important], but no”). Whether or not she’s fully considered why it’s necessary for her to do all those things, the fact remains that she’s intentionally creating distance between them. 

Enter Secret Santa. Lucas didn’t want to do it. He went all the way to Texas, presumably so he wouldn’t have to. Maya already assumed the whole production would be stupid and awful. He’s practically given permission for everyone to leave him out of Secret Santa…so where’s her motivation to send something all the way to Texas?

Afterward, this becomes even more true. The thoughtful gifts brought each pair closer. MUCH closer. And as far as she knows, Lucas didn’t send Riley anything. (Even if we put in the deleted scene, okay, Lucas gave a poor girl a gift on Riley’s behalf. Cute and all, but not as personal as the others.)

That means, as much as she might want to, as much as she might have had a great idea for something that would melt his heart and show him how well she knows him, she. wouldn’t. do. it. Jumping back into a triangle-like situation after the whole thing’s been “resolved” would most definitely not be as innocent as the first time Maya got dragged in, and she wouldn’t risk hurting Riley like that.

So for all the fanfiction stories I’ve seen of legitimately adorable presents Maya gave Lucas on the down low, consider this: How much more likely was something like this?

[Gang at Topanga’s, hanging out]

Farkle: Okay, Zay, you’ve finished your homework. Can we go now? I’m just about to cut you off from all the supplies you need to survive.

Zay: I know the whole point of your nerd game was for me to spend more time with you and Smackle, Farkle, but can I just…I don’t know, resign or something? We’ve been playing for like a week, and I need my beauty sleep!

Smackle: When Farkle and I rule the world, you’ll be playing this game a lot more, so get moving!

[Zay, Farkle, and Smackle exit]

Riley: You know, Zay can complain all he wants, but he’s gotten closer to them since Christmas. [Looks pointedly at Maya]

Maya: Yes, Riley. You’re a Secret Santa genius. Happy?

Riley: Yes.

Lucas: Hey, who got me?

Riley: You didn’t…? Let’s see, there was me and Farkle, Zay and Smackle, Smackle and…

[Maya looking innocently off in the distance]

Riley: Maya! Did you not do Secret Santa? Lucas even did Secret Santa, and he was in Texas!

Maya: Do you have any idea how long it would have taken me to go to the store, find a gift, then go to the post office? And then, you know, there’s the issue with priority box! padded envelope! normal envelope! Honestly, my present should just be me still being alive after thinking of all the stuff I would have had to do. 

Riley: [Stubbornly] You could have just given it to him when he got back.

Maya: [Looks lazily around her and the homework spread out on the table. Picks up her calculator.] Merry Christmas, Lucas. [Hands him calculator, then pretends to get back to homework.]

There’s a beat, then Maya snatches the calculator back.

Maya: Actually, can I borrow your Christmas present? I don’t have enough fingers for this problem.

Ships - Gramander

Who would be the big spoon?

  • They would probably switch it up. More often than not, Graves is the big spoon. He wants to be able to react in case an attack, and to do that he needs to be on the outside. However, when Percival has a nightmare, he tosses and turns in bed, waking up Newt. Instead of waking Percy up, Newt learned not to do that the hard way, he will wrap Percival in his arms, effectively pinning him to the bed. Eventually, Percival will come out of his nightmare and be grateful for the hold. When he wakes up to Newt holding him he knows that Grindelwald doesn’t have him anymore, and that he is safe.

Who would wake up first? 

  • Newt definitely. He would have to wake up early to feed him animals, unless he wants to risk them trying to escape. Percival is not a morning person at all. He always works really late, so he hates having to get up early. He will sleep until the very last minute, but when he’s up he’s up, there might be a few minutes of grogginess until he gets his coffee, but when he’s awake he won’t be going back to sleep. Percival constantly tries to convince Newt to stay in bed with him for a few more minutes.

Do they have nicknames for each other? 

  • Percival calls Newt English, Beautiful, Baby Boy (only during sex though), Doll.
  • Newt calls Percival Love, Darling, Percy

What happened when they met each other’s parents? 

  • Percival’s parents are dead, so unfortunately Newt never gets to them.
  • Newt’s family is an interesting group of people. Theseus and Percival are best friends, they got to know each other when they were young Aurors, and they exchanged letters frequently. Percival would immediately hit it off with Newt’s father, since he is a retired Auror, the three Aurors would have plenty to talk about. Newts mother is absolutely terrifying. You don’t breed Hippogriffs and gain all of their respect by being a weak person. She disapproves of Newt marrying an Auror because she knows firsthand how stressful it is when the man you love goes off to fight. She was hoping that Newt would find someone who loves creatures as much as he does. However, her opinion of Percival softens when she sees him interacting with the creatures. When Dougal purposefully climbs out of the case in order to hand Percival a crying Occamy chick, and the chick stops crying as soon as Percival takes it, makes Newt’s mother raise her eyebrows. Later when Newt brings his mother down into the case and Percival is already in there, the Nundu trying to groom him, and Percival is completely calm, just letting it happen cement her opinion. She grudgingly approves of Percival, mainly because Newt loves him, and so do the creatures.

How do they apologies after an argument?

  • They are both really bad at apologizing after a fight. The biggest one they had was about how illegal Newt’s creatures were, and Percival tried to confiscate them. This caused Newt to almost flee the country. The only reason Percival knew he was leaving was because Tina stormed into his office, screaming about stupid men, and Graves had better not let Newt leave. Percival had apparated down to the docks, stopping Newt in the nick of time.
  • Other than that one big fight, they don’t have arguments very often. Maybe arguments about how dangerous the creatures are, or if one of them gets hurt. Those apologies are usually unspoken. The two will lay in bed for hours at a time, gently taking in every bruise, every scrape.

What would they be like as parents?

  • I don’t really see them as parents, at least not to a human kid. They already have like 20 kids, all of Newt’s creatures. They love all of the creatures and really treat them like they are their children.
  • Newt is that mom who is just unsurprised with their kids actions at this point, and Percival is the dad who is constantly doing a face palm.·         
  • Newt can sense it when the creatures are trying to cause trouble, and Percival is the one who sneaks them treats, whispering, “Don’t tell mummy”. Newt knows about the treats, but he lets it slide.

Who is the better cook? 

  • Percival definitely. Percival lived alone for a long time, so he had to learn how to cook for himself. Queenie and he will have lots of conversation about the best way to cook, about swapping family recipes, and making holiday meals together.
  • Newt is awful at cooking. He’s really only good at making up food for his creatures, but none of what he cooks is really meant for human consumption. Percival tires to teach him how to cook, but it’s pretty much a lost cause.

Who is more romantic? 

  • Percival is, no contest. He’s a total flirt, and is an expert at seducing people. Percival is the one to come up with the romantic dates, and they anniversary celebrations, while Newt is lucky if he remembers the day of the week. Percival doesn’t mind. He’s the organized one, and Newt is the one who is the definition of organized chaos.

What sort of gifts do they get for each other? 

  • Percival will get Newt creatures. Whenever there is a confiscated beast, or egg, he will give it to Newt as a gift. Once he gave Newt a dragon egg that had been taken from smugglers, it was an Antipodean Opaleye. He managed to raise the dragon and then release her. Sometimes he and Percival go and visit her, because they raised her, she sees them as her parent’s and will always go to her parent’s aide when they need her.

Who gets jealous easiest?

  • The creatures do. When Percival first starts dating Newt, the creatures are extremely jealous. They don’t want to share their Mummy; they feel like they need to scare Percival away. They think that Percival will either try to take them away from Newt or make Newt want to leave them. Once they realize that Percival is actually a good guy, they do everything to make sure that the two will stay together. Niffler starts stealing wedding rings and leaving them with Percival. The Occamy chicks will hide in Percival’s pockets and hiss at anyone who tries to flirt with him. The Nundu and even Dougal have literally chased people away from Percival. I totally think that all of the creatures would get super jealous of Percival. They know that Newt won’t leave them, they just need to make sure that no one will steal their new Daddy

Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas?

  • Newt. Percival is all about work, and he used to always work on the holidays because he never had anyone to spend them with, but Newt loves the holidays. It was always a big thing at his house and he loves to give his creatures gifts for Christmas. When Newt finds out that Percival hasn’t celebrated Christmas in almost 10 years, he is appalled. He makes it his mission to show Percival just magical Christmas and Birthdays can be when surrounded by people who love you.

Who is the most adventurous? 

  • They are both really adventurous. Newt is more recklessly adventurous and Percival is a calculated adventurer. Percival is used to going into dangerous situations, he thrives in them, but they are all planned out. He never goes into a fight without at least three backup plans.
  • Newt will run after any creature that need his help. The most he will do is make sure that he or anyone he is with won’t get hurt, like when he gave Jacob the protective gear, but other than that he doesn’t plan much. I mean he went out and just started wandering around New York City just hoping to stumble across his creatures. If a creature is in danger he has been known to step in front of a hex, taking the spell meant for the creature.

Who is the most protective? 

  • I feel like they would both be really protective of the creatures and of each other. Percival will set up wards, and protective spells all around Newt. He’s desperate to make sure that if Grindelwald ever tried to impersonate him again, Newt will be safe. Percival is the first one and the only one that Newt will let get between him and a creature.
  • Newt is extremely protective of Percival and his creatures. He will do anything to protect his creatures, to make sure that they are safe from people who don’t understand them. Newt will also fight to protect Percival. When Percival was first found, it was Newt who helped rehabilitate him, who made sure that the other Aurors would leave Percival alone. He makes sure that when Percival gets all of the care he needs, makes sure that Percival feels safe. Newt might seem like a meek guy, but he will become vicious if Percival is threatened, or if he’s having a panic attack.

What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts?

  • I feel like they already knew each other when they were younger. Theseus and Percival were pen pals when they were in school, and Theseus constantly talked about his little brother Newt. Eventually Percival traveled over to England after he graduated to see how the Ministry of Magic worked. Theseus would of course bring his little brother to work with him, and Percival would finally meet Newt.
  • The kid would immediately be smitten with Percival; the confident man would be one of the few people to actually listen to Newt ramble about his creatures. Percival would start writing letters to Newt and Theseus, keeping in contact throughout the years. Newt would have sent Percival a letter to tell him that he was coming to America, so when he arrived and Percival didn’t recognize him, Newt immediately knew that something was wrong.
  • When Percival is found in an enchanted pocket watch, Newt is the only one who Percival won’t attack when approached. Newt is the one to get him to the hospital, to take care of him as he heals. The two grow closer than ever, and start dating once Percival is all healed. Of course they go through the awkward denial stage, where they think that the other is better off with someone else. They would eventually come to their senses, and get together, much to the delight of everyone.
  • Theseus would have to visit. He would have to makes sure that his best friend is okay, and that his little brother is happy.

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anonymous asked:

um can you please babble on any thoughts regarding the inner circle + gifts both recieving and giving?? it's something my mind keeps bouncing back and forth cause i remembered rhys gives amren sparkly jewellry from time to time - just think abt who Suffers ('please just fuckin tell me I Need Help' vs who's flawless or who has too many things they could buy) or if any of them get emotional (my poor deprived bbys when it's their first gift ever) PLS give me your thoughts if u wil

okay okay let me see, let me see. Some of this is from past fics I’ve written that I’m shamelessly stealing (can you steal from yourself??) and some of it is just on the spot babble but okay. 

Feyre: Does not like giving gifts.  Does not like giving gifts because no matter what she does or how hard she thinks about it and spends hunting….Somehow it’s never quite right. And she tries, she tries so damn hard but, well, the Circle gets good at pretending they like whatever she’s bought. (She is not fooled. But she is touched that they try. And forever pissed that she can’t just give them money because ffs Rhys did you have to pay them so much all these years!?) 

Does not like receiving gifts either. It’s just….It always generates this Fuss and she does not like Fuss. She insists every year that they don’t have to do anything or get her anything she’s fine, really, she doesn’t want them all going out of their way to get things for her. Unfortunately for her she’s mated to Rhys and there is no way on this planet isn’t taking the opportunity to celebrate every single tiny thing he can about his mate. (”For the last time, Rhys, we are not making celebrating the first time you made me come with just my wings as an annual anniversary.” (Half-horrified, half-delighted Cassian in the background, “That’s what this is about!?”)) 

So she keeps getting plied with really good gifts which makes her hate giving them even more because she just feels guilty she can never find anything that good. She forcibly puts her foot down one year and puts a blanket ban on all gift giving. Rhys ignores it but everyone else obeys (just about….she’s sure that’s a new dress in her wardrobe..and she didn’t have that bow last week….and her paints have definitely been topped up….she hates them all.) 

Rhys: Loves giving gifts. Delights in it. Will use genuinely any excuse to buy gifts for everyone. Also loves shopping for gifts. (Feyre loves Velaris she really and truly does but there’s only so much she can tolerate wandering aimlessly around ‘RHYS. JUST KNOW WHAT YOU’RE GOING OUT FOR. GO INTO THE STORE THAT SELLS IT. BUY IT. COME HOME. IT’S NOT THAT DIFFICULT.’) Mor typically ends up going with him and Feyre is just, yes, take him, ridiculous male. Anyway, Rhys is one of those annoying pricks who just knows instinctively what people want and then he goes and gets them. 

A bit like Feyre on the gift receiving thing (his Circle have been ignoring him on this for years) He protests. They ignore him. Gifts are exchanged and it’s lovely. They don’t really do the whole party thing but they do make sure they all get him something and take him out for a nice meal or what have you so they can give it to him. 

Mor: would happily spend the rest of her existence buying gifts for other people and giving them to them just because. She and Rhys kind of have a friendly competition going to like out-shop each other. So every year they’re always trying to out-do one another on birthday/solstice gifts and see who can make the other happier with their gift. (They’re utter nerds, seriously) Mor gets the things people don’t know they need until they’re opening it and then oh yes, we need this. Rhys’ gifts can sometimes be more practical but Mor’s are always just ‘yes you definitely need a dress made of nothing but diamonds and starlight, have at it’ and they typically go down well. 

Shamelessly loves getting gifts. But it’s not so much for the stuff she just…Likes having everyone gathered together and opening things and seeing what it is and she’s like a child at Christmas every single year for her birthday. Really does subscribe to the whole ‘it’s the thought that counts’ type thing. She has a lot of stuff but her family going out of their way to find things she doesn’t have and might like touches her. Especially when they give her food. Which they inevitably do. 

Cassian: A bit more like Feyre but he has the benefit of centuries worth of experience. Hates shopping for things. Literally despises it. Very predictable in his gift giving, they can all tell what he’s going to have bought for them (it’s a game - guess the gift before they even open it and they have like a 95% success rate with Cass.) He doesn’t mind, his gifts are practical and pragmatic, he wants to give them something they’ll actually use and enjoy. Big fan of making things - weapons, food (Mor gets cake every year. Mor enthusiastically rips into the box every year and before she’s even tasted it announces they’re all having cake for breakfast. Mor loves these cakes more than some people) the occasional roughly carved decoration. 

Likes getting gifts. Opens them all in approximately 0.2 seconds but then spends a long time afterwards examining them and testing them and properly thanking everyone. Has definitely cried over well chosen gifts in the past. People are torn between wanting to get him something great because it makes him so happy and…Not because they’d rather keep their ribs intact and his happy bear hugs are infamous. 

Azriel: It is widely assumed that Azriel uses his network of spies and his shadows to deduce what his friends deepest, darkest gift desires are. He doesn’t. He’s just that good. Bit like a fusion of Mor and Rhys in that his gifts are always absolutely perfect but not at all what the person thought they wanted/needed. Quite subtle, understated little things but it’s always the gift that people pause over, that they linger when examining while he sits there just a little bit smug, basking in their shocked delight. 

Hates receiving gifts. Hates it. Always manages to somehow wiggle out of attending parties for him. Really doesn’t like people making a fuss over him at all. Like Feyre but jacked up to a million. Most of them just leave his presents somewhere he’ll find them later (because they might finally concede in not giving him a party/making a fuss over him but they are not just going to ignore his birthday and not get him anyway) Mor however takes it as her personal challenge in life to be able to properly give Azriel his present. Has definitely sat on him in the past and she always insists on taking him out somewhere for a meal so he can have a night to himself (usually does this within a months window of his birthday so he doesn’t realise she’s doing it (he does but he lets her pretend)) Feyre surprises him in being almost as persistent as Mor and the two of them team up to get him a small meal out with everyone on bigger birthdays. 

Amren: Too old for this shit. Very rarely bothers giving people gifts for special occasions. She’ll come to parties and things but doesn’t have time for all that nonsense. She will give people gifts if she sees something that she knows she needs to get that they’ll like but there’s never an occasion for it. The Circle all treasures the few gifts they’ve been given by Amren over the centuries. Mor still wears the diadem Amren gave her before her first visit to the Court of Nightmares as its queen whenever she goes. It gives her strength. Cassian has never dared use the jewelled hunting knife in battle for fear of losing it but it’s always strapped somewhere on his person at all times. Az wears the ear cuff she gave him whenever he wants to destroy Mor. Feyre keeps the amulet she gave her before going to The Prison for the rest of her days. She still wears it whenever she needs a bit of extra courage. 

The only person people actually don’t bother buying gifts for when she tells them to. They kind of subscribe to her idea on gift giving - if they see something she has to have immediately they buy it for her and just give it regardless of occasion but otherwise they don’t bother. 

Here u go friend, these are my thoughts. I hope they were okay???