hope you had the best christmas ever

send me fob songs

Evening Out With Your Girlfriend

Honorable Mention+ Have you ever had detention? what for?
Calm Before The Storm (eowyg)+ Do you ever catch yourself daydreaming? What about?
Switchblades And Infidelity+ You can press a button that will make anyone or anything explode. Who or what would you choose?
Pretty In Punk+ What dream color(s) would you love your hair to be?
Growing Up+ Your most favoritest age you’ve been so far?
The World’s Not Waiting (For Five Tired Boys In A Broken Down Van)+Name one thing you have wasted time on.
Short, Fast And Loud+ Short or tall? Fast or slow? Loud or quiet?
Moving Pictures+ Would you rather watch a movie at home or at the theatre?
Parker Lewis Can’t Lose (But I’m Gonna Give It My Best Shot)+ What is your favorite day of the whole year?

Take This to Your Grave

Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things to Do TodayDo you get jealous easily?
Dead on Arrival+ How do you start a conversation?
Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy+ What do you think of people who cheat?
Saturday+ Who is your bestfriend?
Homesick at Space Camp+ What is your favorite planet?
Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here)+ Who would you absolutely love to punch in the face?
Chicago Is So Two Years Ago+ Is there anyone in the world you would want next to you right now?
The Pros And Cons Of Breathing+ Do you hate anyone?
Grenade Jumper+ Is there anyone you would take a grenade for?
Calm Before The Storm (tttyg)+ What phobias do you have?
Reinventing The Wheel To Run Myself Over+ Do you consider yourself sucessful?
The Patron Saint Of Liars And Fakes+ Has anyone ever lied to you?

My Heart Will Always Be The B-Side To My Tongue

My Heart Is The Worst Kind Of Weapon+ Weapon of choice in zombie apocalypse?
“It’s Not A Side Effect Of The Cocaine, I Am Thinking It Must Be Love”+ Do you have a promise that you will always keep?
Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner (Acoustic)+ Have you ever been to prom?
Love Will Tear Us Apart+ When was the last time someone told you they loved you?  
Grand Theft Autumn / Where Is Your Boy (Acoustic)+ Are you keeping a secret from someone?

From Under The Cork Tree

Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued+ What name(s) do you dislike?
Of All The Gin Joints In All The World+ First Fall Out Boy song you’ve ever heard?
Dance, Dance+ Favorite line in a song that you would so get tattooed on your ass cheek?
Sugar We’re Going Down+ Favorite pet name to be called?
Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner+ Are you the rarest pepe?
I’ve Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song)+ Have you ever gotten into a fight? if so, what was the outcome?
7 Minutes In Heaven (Atavan Halen)+ Least favorite thing about school/college?
Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends+ Your house is on fire. What are the things/people/animals you’d grab on your way out?
I Slept With Someone In Fall Out Boy And All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me+ Bandmemebers you have a crush on?
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More “Touch Me”+ Night owl or early bird?
Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)+
What do you want to do before you die? Do you have a bucket list?
XO+ Are you reliable? why?
Snitches And Talkers Get Stitches And Walkers+ Have you ever fractured/broken any bones?
The Music Or The Misery+
What band(s) do you absolutely hate?  

Infinity On High

Thriller+ What is one thing you would like to go back and tell your 12 year old self?
“The Take Over, The Breaks Over”+ Do you like having picture taken of you or selfies?
This Ain’t A Scene, It’s An Arms Race+ If you were the president, what is the first thing you would make illegal and legal?
I’m Like A Lawyer With The Way I’m Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)+ You get three wishes, what are they? (you can’t wish for more wishes)
Hum Hallelujah+ Have you tried to be someone you’re not to impress someone?
Golden+ Favorite gem stone/mineral?
Thnks Fr Th Mmrs+ Best memory of someone who has left your life?
Don’t You Know Who I Think I Am? Bands you’ve seen perform live?
The (After) Life Of The Party+ Would you rather be a ghost or skeleton in the after life?
The Carpal Tunnel Of Love+ Favorite flavor of icecream?
Bang The Doldrums+ Do you wear makeup? if so, what kind?
Fame < Infamy+ Cursive or print hand writing?
You’re Crashing, But You’re No WaveHave you ever been to court? why were you there?
I’ve Got All This Ringing In My Ears And None On My Fingers+ Do you plan on ever getting married?
G.I.N.A.S.F.S.+ What is your eye color? if you could change it, would you?
It’s Hard To Say “I Do”, When I Don’t+ What was the most hurtful thing that someone said to you?

Folie à Deux

Lullabye+ A song you would want your children to listen to.
Disloyal Order Of Water Buffaloes+ Can you describe yourself in 5 words?
I Don’t Care+ Favorite month of the year? why?
She’s My Winona+Wa aoh oh ooh. What song popped into your head?
America’s Suitehearts+ Andy the Candy, Pete the Treat, Joe the Hoe, or ‘trick the frick?
Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet+ Have you ever lost a bet?
The (Shipped) Gold Standard+ What is the one song that has helped you push through?    
(Coffee’s For Closers)+ How do you like your coffee?
What A Catch, Donnie+ What two bands/musicians should make a song together?
27+ What do you think about aliens?
Tiffany Blews+ Are you scared of the dark?
w.a.m.s.+ Do you like snow?
20 Dollar Nose Bleed+ Would you pay 20 dollars to punch someone in the face?
West Coast Smoker+ What do you think of the ocean?
Pavlove+ Are you happy with the way you look? is there something you would change?

Save Rock And Roll

The Phoenix+ You’re wearing the same thing as someone else. Are you going to be the one to change or are they?
My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark+ Do you enjoy bonfires?
Alone Together+ You are the last person on Earth, but you can choose someone else to be with you. Who would you choose?
Where Did The Party Go+  What is the last thing you drew a picture of?
Just One Yesterday+ What did you do yesterday?
The Mighty Fall+ What is the best pick up line you’ve heard lately?
Miss Missing You+ Do you think anyone misses you at the moment?
Death Valley+ Have you ever broken a promise?
Young Volcanoes+ You are a killer in a horror movie. What song is playing in the background? 
Rat A Tat+ Favorite time of day?
Save Rock And Roll+ Would you get revenge on those who have hurt you?

PAX AM Days

We Were Doomed From The Start (The King Is Dead)+ Your funeral song?Art Of Keeping Up Disappearances+ Have you ever written your own music or poems?
Hot To The Touch, Cold On The Inside+ Do you think tie dye is still cool?
Love, Sex, Death+ What are your favorite scents?
Eternal Summer+ A summer you will never forget?
Demigods+ What is your favorite type of dinosaur?
American Made+ Do you prefer cooking or ordering take out?
Caffeine Cold+ Ice coffee or hot coffee?

American Beauty / American Psycho

Irresistible+ Favorite city you’ve visited?
American Beauty / American Psycho+ Would you reffered to as the beauty or the psycho
Centuries+ Do you like heavy metal? or hardcore/screaming music?
The Kids Aren’t Alright+ Have you dedicated a song to someone before? what song was it?
Uma Thurman+ Do you believe in miracles?
Jet Pack Blues+ What are your favorite colors?
Novocaine+ Vest, Jacket, or Hoodie?
Fourth Of July+ Do you collect anything? if so, what do you collect?
Favorite Record+ Favorite album?
Immortals+ Favorite animated movie(s)?
Twin Skeletons (Hotel In NYC)+ What is the best thing about Halloween?

other

Alpha Dog+ Favorte dog breed(s)?
From Now On We Are Enemies+ Do you have more enemies than friends?Lake Effect Kid+ Is there somewhere you rather be?
Roxanne+ Have you ever called the police?
Save Your Generation+ Ever had a rumour spread about you?
Start TodayYou have a free ticket to any concert of your choice. Who would you go see?
Yule Shoot Your Eye Out+ What do you want for christmas?

Stitching Up the Seams

Summary: Phil can’t help but notice the boy with dead eyes who wears baggy jumpers all the time and barely talks anymore. Not being able to stand how sad he looks, Phil begins to slip notes into Dan’s locker in hopes of raising his spirits.
Word Count: 2216
Warnings: Implied self harm (doesn’t describe it at all, just implied), cussing, depression
Title Credit: Such Small Hands - La Dispute

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There is a boy with mocha hair and caramel eyes that turn slightly mahogany in the sun who has a dimple in his pale cheek and has long fingers that shake slightly whenever he talks or even when he reaches for things or writes. There is a boy with dark circles under his eyes who comes to school sometimes with curly hair and wears baggy sweaters that he constantly pulls over his hands like he’s nervous about something.

Phil didn’t know what he was nervous about.

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Title: The Execution of the Last Steal [AO3]
Pairing: J2
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Thief!Jensen, Hacker!Jared, Protective!Jensen, BAMF!Jared, BAMF!Jensen, Jealous!Jensen, Friends To Lovers, Pretended Couple (between the Js), Mild Violence, Top!Jensen, Bottom!Jared, Happy Ending
Word Count: 97k
Summary: Anyone who meets Jared Padalecki would think he has the perfect life: a college degree, a normal life and an apparently perfect fiancé, Stephen Amell, the son of a Senator with a bright future. Except for one thing: it’s all based on a lie. Five years ago, he created a new identity for himself to cut all ties to his criminal past and ex-boyfriend Jensen Ackles, a world-renowned thief.

But Jared can’t run forever. A threat from his past comes back looking for him and the only person who can help him is the man he thought he left behind forever, the only person Jared’s never been able to forget.

Incredibly charming and just as cocky, Jensen Ackles is a thief that is too good at his job for his own good, who would do anything to protect Jared now that his life is in danger. Years have gone by, but he has never been able to forget Jared either.

And perhaps now that they are forced to escape together, Jensen might be able to do what he’s best at: steal Jared’s heart one last time and win back the only person Jensen has ever loved.

Prologue: Last One on The Shelf

When Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak both reach for the last Lego Batman set on the shelf at the same time one December night while holiday present shopping for their kids, they have no idea that their chance encounter is going to change their lives.

{ cover art by Nelly @smoakqueenz }

Rating: M This Chapter’s Word Count: 3497

Hey friends! If you’ve been reading my fics for a while now and have been anticipating my this one, or this is your first one by me that you’ve stumbled upon, I just want to say thank you so much for giving this story a click! (If you’re just coming off of Keep it Professional, you will be happy to know that this one is not quite as tortuously slow burn) I have wanted to do a single parents AU for a while now and I have had so much fun writing this so far so I hope that you enjoy this new twist on Olicity I’ve created. A few quick notes before you jump into the story…

*I want to thank Nelly for creating the super adorable cover art for this fic and Aubrey and Manon and Jo for being the best ever beta readers/cheerleaders :D

**If you followed my Christmas countdown last year, some parts of this prologue are going to seem familiar because I’m basing this AU off of a one-shot I wrote for the countdown. I did change/add some stuff though, so make sure you don’t just skim over it thinking it’s the same thing you already read :)

Okay now that we’ve got that covered, happy reading!!


There it was.

After over an hour of scouring multiple stores, he finally spotted the Batcave Lego set that was going to make him Dad of the Year. And his timing was perfect because it was the very last one on the shelf.

Just as he was reaching for the box, another hand shot out and grabbed it at the same time. Turning his head, he saw a woman looking just about as frazzled as he was with her glasses a little askew and her blonde ponytail a mess.

While her head barely came up to his chin, she didn’t look the least bit threatened by his looming presence. She just rested her hands on her hips and glared up at him.  “I was here first.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, he shot back, “I’m pretty sure I was.”

“You don’t understand, tomorrow night is the first night of Hanukkah and my daughter has been leaving me not-so-subtle hints about how this Lego set will make her entire year, but I haven’t had time to do my shopping until now and it’s sold out literally everywhere.”

“Well tomorrow is also Christmas Eve and it’s the only day this week that I get to have my son so I need this set too. I’m pretty sure there’s more than one night of Hanukkah for you to figure something else out.”

“Umm, nope. I was here first, I’m taking the set,” she concluded.

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joshua’s birthday gift ↴
  • not smut
  • I know josh’s bday is far from now but it’s okay
  • joshua’s birthday was coming up (dec 30)
  • it was the first birthday and christmas you guys are spending together
  • since you’ve both got married last year
  • and you had been hiding something from him
  • you were waiting for his birthday to tell him
  • that you were pregnant with his child
  • you found out about two weeks ago
  • and at first you were scared
  • you kept procrastinating to tell him
  • but you built up the confidence to tell him on his birthday
  • it was perfect
  • it was after christmas
  • it’d be the best gift to him
  • so the house was filled with the guys 
  • all of you wearing sweaters
  • and christmas music playing
  • josh was sad 
  • that he couldn’t spend christmas and his birthday with his parents
  • but he was more than happy to be with you
  • “our big boy josh is one year older!” 
  • jeonghan wraps his arm around josh’s neck
  • you smile at josh as he shakes his head
  • “I think shua should open his presents now!” 
  • dino calls everyone to living room by the christmas tree
  • you always envied josh
  • he got double presents
  • he got presents from christmas and his birthday
  • “mine first!” you called
  • you ran up to your present for josh
  • it was a pretty silver box wrapped in a red ribbon
  • you handed it to joshua
  • the boys circled him as he took it from you
  • “thanks babe” he kissed you forehead 
  • he untied the ribbon
  • and your nerves kicked in
  • you were second guessing your choice of telling him
  • in front of everyone
  • you wanted to snatch the box from his hands
  • but it was too late
  • he opened the box 
  • and picked up the papers you got from the doctor
  • confirming your pregnancy
  • his eyes widened and his jaw dropped
  • “no way!”
  • the boys hopped up
  • “what is it?! what does it say!?” 
  • “we’re having a baby!?” 
  • joshua dropped the papers
  • “yes!” you nodded eagerly
  • “that’s amazing!” he quickly pulled you into  hug
  • “our hyung is going to be a dad!” seungkwan shouts
  • “looks like we have a new dad of the group” jun smiled
  • seungcheol feels salty at his comment
  • but is more than happy for joshua
  • “I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad!”
  • “this is the best gift ever! I have to call my mom!” 
  • joshua releases you and reached for his phone
  • “hey! my gift is better!” chan whines
  • you smiled at the scene
  • joshua was happy and eager
  • and the boys were also happy
  • it was the best christmas ever

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ya’ll, I know it’s summer but this was requested lol and josh’s birthday is of course in december! so I had to write the details! but I hope you all enjoy!

55 Words

A word from the person who wrote this: Hi. I love Lin-Manuel Miranda. The title (I suck at titles I guess) comes from 55 fiction. It’s this writing thing and it’s pretty much what it sounds like, write fiction in only 55 words (it’s harder than you think). I got this idea because we’re doing it in my English Composition class and yeah. I put a romance-y twist on it because why not. This is basically the relationship of the reader and Lin through 55 word messages. I hope this makes sense and no one else has done this. I’ve rambled for far too long. Yikes, sorry.


It started with an assignment. Write a story  which led to a note that was handed off by a flustered boy before he darted off, citing he needed to make it to his next class.

There’s a girl in my English class. She might not notice me but I see her. She is smart and beautiful. She is quiet and kind. This assignment is my courage to say something to her in the hopes I might be lucky enough for her to see me the way that I see her.

-Lin

Did his name count towards the 55 words? Probably not, that’d be 51. Hopefully he wasn’t using this for his assignment either, the professor might not totally appreciate it. The next class, you walked with determined steps, knowing he’d be there early (he always was), and almost slammed a piece of paper down in front of him. You met his eyes and smiled before heading to your seat.

There’s a boy in my English class. He’s as quiet as me but is much smarter. His words are as beautiful as he is handsome. I’m thankful that this assignment has given him the courage I would never have because he’s all I think about and I’m glad he feels the way that I do.

-(Y/N)

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The Best Vegan Mac and Cheese (v/gf/nut-free/soy-free)

That’s right - a vegan, gluten-free, nut-free, soy-free mac and cheese that is the absolute best that I’ve ever had. I made this for Christmas Eve, and my whole extended, non-vegan family loved it. This is a biiiiiig batch that makes about 2 party sized trays, so definitely half this recipe if you are making it for a dinner-casserole size. I was going to do this recipe again in a smaller batch and post it another time, but I just had to share it with you all. I hope you really give it a try! I’ve done mac and cheese in the past with a roux and daiya, and I’ve seen it before done with potatoes, carrots, and cashews… So I thought I would combine the roux method and with potatoes and carrots to make this incredibly creamy, deceptively vegan, mac and cheese. Next time I do this, I’m going to find a way to not use onion powder and garlic to make it fodmap-friendly. 

Remember, this makes two large casseroles - cut this recipe in half if you are making it for an average dinner

Ingredients:
- 1 900g bag of macaroni (use gf if needed)
- 4 tbsp olive oil
- 4 tbsp All-Purpose flour (use gf if needed)
- 1 946ml box of original rice milk (or use any unsweetened plant-based milk)
- 1 cup of diced carrots (boiled til soft)
- 2 ½ cups of diced white or yellow potatoes (peeled, and boiled til soft)
- 2 cloves finely minced garlic
- ½ tbsp onion powder
- 1 cup nutritional yeast
- salt and pepper to taste (maybe ½ tbsp each)
- bread crumbs and vegan cheese shreds for baking (optional)

Instructions:
1) Prepare your noodles according to the package instructions, set aside until needed
2) In a large sauce pan on medium heat, add oil and flour and whisk until smooth. Add half of your rice milk. Increase heat to medium high and continue to whisk until smooth. Add the garlic, and remove from heat.
3) In a food processor or blender, blend the carrots and potatoes with some rice milk until smooth. You don’t have to be too precise with the rice milk because it will all end up going in the sauce.
4) Put add the blended veggies into the sauce pan, and return to medium heat. Add salt, pepper, onion powder and nutritional yeast. Also add any remaining rice milk. Continue cooking until fully warm. If it is looking too thick, you can add about ¼-½ cup of water to thin. At this point, you can add in your noodles and mix. Serve warm.
5) If you wish to bake your mac and cheese, add the pasta to a lightly greased casserole dish, sprinkle with bread crumbs and vegan cheese (if using), and bake at 400 degrees for about 20 minutes, until the edges are brown and the bread crumbs are toasted. 
6) ENJOY!!

The Longest "I Love You" Ever

@wibblywobblytimeywimeygirl | AO3I had so much fun writing this fic! It’s not exactly a domestic AU, but it does have a lot of fluff with domestic elements so I hope you enjoy reading it! - @argento-capitani

Instead of leaving Beacon Hills with Braeden, Derek decides to stay around and keep to himself. Stiles somehow worms his way in and hatches a grand plan to give Derek the best Christmas ever.


December 2014

Stiles was looking at Derek as if he has just told a 3-year-old that Santa wasn’t real. Which, well…

“You don’t celebrate Christmas?” Stiles asked incredulously, crossing his arms and looking around at Derek’s woefully undecorated loft. He whipped his head to Derek, narrowing his eyes at him suspiciously. “Am I missing something? You’re not Jewish, are you? Can werewolves even be Jewish?”

Stiles had dropped by on behalf of Scott to invite Derek to the New Year’s Eve party their pack was throwing. Another attempt to make him feel welcomed and included.

Derek appreciated the sentiment, and although he and Scott were on good terms after what went down in La Iglesia, Scott’s pack made Derek feel old. A little envious too, if he was being honest.

Surrounding himself with fresh-faced high schoolers seemed like a good idea back when he was an alpha, and that didn’t turn out so well. Scott ended up doing the same thing, more or less, but he pulled it off. In fact, he did better than pull it off. He got himself a pack, a family. Something which Derek royally fucked up. Twice.

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A Gibbsy Christmas

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Title: A Gibbsy Christmas

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 481

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: I didn’t realize this before but two people made kind of the same request. So I smashed it into one! I know it’s short, and I apologize! This was requested by @profiler-in-training and @saranasai! I hope everyone loves this!

Christmas time was hard for Gibbs.  It wasn’t easy getting him into the Christmas mood.  Last year he spent Christmas in the basement working on his boat.  This year you wanted things to be different, but it wasn’t that easy…or was it?

When you woke up this morning, you rolled over to face Gibbs who pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.  You were surprised by his kiss, but smiled nevertheless.  “Good morning Jethro,” you spoke, your voice still groggy from sleep.

“Morning [Y/N],” Gibbs whispered.  The Marine paused sitting up in bed and peering out of the window.  “Holy cow, it’s a white Christmas.”

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Steve’s little Sister part 4

You are Steve Roger’s little sister. You grew up with him and Bucky in Brooklyn but after both their deaths in the war you were left alone. Skip forward seventy years and with the help of SHIELD you survived and are now reunited with your brother and best friend. The Avengers, however, don’t know you exist until one day Steve introduces you and things in the tower become very interesting. (eventual BuckyxReader) (post CACW) 

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Nothing I know, I’m sorry I’m just so boring but hopefully the fluff will make up for it

Word Count: 1700 whoops sorry not sorry

Title: Steve’s little Sister (part 4)

Notes: Sorry this took so long but I had serious writers block and it just wasn’t working for me. I am really hopeless at updating but I will try my best to update more frequently. On another note I hope you all are having a great Christmas so far (or which ever holiday you celebrate the is an accepting blog) and thank you for reading!

Steve’s little Sister Masterlist

Part 3 | Part 5


You hummed to yourself as you danced around the kitchen. The song was called ‘phoenix’ by Fall Out Boy and you couldn’t help but sway to the music in your head. (How you learnt about them was a long story, let’s just say that you found a site called tumblr whilst you were googling your brother and it is a very good site). Collecting ingredients for an apple pie you spun round and waved at Clint who had just entered the kitchen.

“What’re you baking today?” he asked excitedly. You’d only met the team a few days ago and already they were becoming your family. Some were hesitant at first but when they learnt you could cook the embraced you. Amused, you smiled at Clint and answered, “apple pie.” Clint fist pumped the air and looked like a child in a candy store.

“When will it be ready?” he asked eagerly and you laughed in reply.

“A couple of hours,” you said and the smile on his face dropped. “I make the pastry myself so it will be a while but hopefully it will be worth it.”

Clint perked up again at this and seeming satisfied started to leave the kitchen. You smiled to yourself, grateful at how the team had welcomed you. It could have gone either way, especially with grudges still being held over the now torn up accords. You had a suspicion that was Steve’s plan though, to bring in someone who could reunite both sides but you’d yet to ask him.

Releasing a sigh you turned back to the bench and started combining the ingredients for the pastry.

“What’s that song, doll? I don’t think I’ve heard it before.”

You turned around to see Bucky leaning on the bench watching you with his ice blue eyes. Your smile widened upon seeing him and you tilted your head slightly.

“It’s by Fall Out Boy. Don’t worry, you wouldn’t have heard of them and I don’t think they’d be your kind of band anyway.” you chirped turning back to your bowl with an extra swing in your hips.

“I wouldn’t say that just yet. I’ve always appreciated your opinion doll.”

This caused you to blush deeply and the butterflies that were already in your stomach intensified. Gosh, the things this man did to you.

“What’s got you so chipper?” asked Bucky again as he moved around the bench to see you better. You ducked your head in the hope of hiding your red cheeks and mumbled “You know I loved baking before the war. It’s nice to be back in a kitchen.” It was a half truth.

Bucky looked up at you and smiled but his gaze was distant, you could tell he was deep in a memory. Knowing he wasn’t paying attention to you you took the opportunity to gaze on his exquisite features. Just as you were tracing his jawline with your eyes he said,

“Everything alright there doll?” You could hear the amusement in his tone at having caught you staring and so you duck your head, the blush on your cheeks deepening.

“Yes fine,” you answered quickly. You noticed he was holding a book in his hand and hoping to take his attention off you, you asked him what it was.

“Oh this?” he said holding it up, “it’s Harry Potter. Wanda said it was a must read.”

“Yes, I’d heard it was good.” you replied, “I want to read them all before I see the movies but I’ve just started on Lord of the Rings for the same reason so it might be a while before I get to them.”

By now you’d gone back to baking the both of you content to be in the other’s company. Bucky scoffed and you could hear his eye roll.

“What?” you accused, one hand on your hip and the other pointing a wooden spoon at him.

Bucky smirked at you and chuckled. “This is exactly what happened when Steve and I wanted to see the Wizard of Oz. You wanted to read the stupid book first and made us wait two weeks before we could see it.”

Glaring at him playfully you took another step towards him the wooden spoon still pointed in his direction. “Excuse me,” you teased taking another step, “I read the book in two weeks on top of school and having to look after the two of you. I think that was a great achievement and besides, we still got to see it, without parents I might add and that made us the coolest kids in the area for three weeks afterwards.” You arched an eyebrow at Bucky.

Bucky laughed and moved towards you. “That’s true, Steve got into a fair few fights  in those two weeks.”

“He always did. He still does.”

You both laugh at you brother’s expense before you add, “I had nightmares about those monkeys for weeks.”

“Yeah doll,” said Bucky his tone much softer than before, “me too.”

Bucky placed a reassuring hand on your arm and it was only then that you realised how close the two of you were. Noticing how you’d suddenly become quite flustered Bucky pulled you closer. You could feel his hot breath on your neck and his eyes boring into you. Although you didn’t want to, you pulled away.

Back at your baking you asked, “how far in are you?” attempting and dismally failing at nonchalance.

Bucky laughed and sat down on a stool. “Only a chapter in but it’s good so far.”

There was silence for a moment before you asked in a moment of courage,

“Read to me.”

Bucky froze for a moment, unsure of what to do before he replied.

“Like I used to read to you and Steve when he was sick?”

“Yes, please” you implored and just for extra kick you gave him a quick pout and your signature puppy dog eyes. (you and Steve had the same sad expression and everyone found it very hard to say no when you pulled it).

“Alright,” he sighed and looked up at you. You both held eye contact for a while, your smiles wide, before Bucky opened the book and started reading.

“Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense.”

Bucky’s voice flowed through the kitchen reminding you of when you were young back in Brooklyn. So much had changed since then, all of you had. But Bucky was still Bucky, he was becoming more himself every day and you were still desperately in love with him.

For the next few hours whilst the pie was made and baked Bucky read to you and you listened. You were both oblivious to the several occasions where one of the team entered the kitchen and promptly left upon seeing the two of you. You alos didn’t notice how Clint left the kitchen and instead climbed through the vents to check on the progress of the pie. Nor did you notice how Steve leant on a door frame out of your sight, watching his sister and best friend enjoying eachother’s company.

“She likes him, doesn’t she?” came Natasha’s voice from behind Steve, barely a whisper.

“Yes,” replied Steve simply at the same volume, he’d gotten used to her sneaking up on him, “but I’m not sure if he likes her.” he added his voice sad.

“He does,” stated Natasha simply, “just give him time.” She patted Steve lightly on the arm before turning and leaving. Steve remained silent and watching, reveling in how those he loved so much who had gone through so much seemed, if not just for that moment, happy.


Three hours and twelve chapters later the pie was done and you asked FRIDAY to call everyone to the kitchen. Soon the room was swarming with hungry Avengers and you stepped back from the bench to give them all some room.

“Shall we continue this tomorrow?” Bucky asked quietly from beside you holding up the book.

“Yes please,” you answered without noticing how Bucky’s eyes lit up at your answer. Natasha did though, ever the super spy.

Spotting your brother grabbing a plate you called out to him.

“Steve!”

“Hey kiddo,” he said enveloping you in a warm hug. You pulled away and looked up at him shyly, unconsciously twirling a piece of hair between your fingers.

“What is it,” Steve asked knowing you tells far too well.

“Well,” you started slowly, you weren’t sure if your overprotective brother would allow this at all. “I was wondering if I could train with the team? You know, learn to be an Avenger.”

Steve frowned slightly and you visibly deflated knowing his answer.

“I think it would be a great idea.” came Wanda’s voice from behind you. “You said the other day you were enhanced, I think it would be good to see just what you can do. Besides,” she added, turning her focus on Steve, “once word gets out that she’s Captain America’s little sister they may try to target her. It would be beneficial if she knew how to defend herself.”

You threw a grateful smile at Wanda and she smiled back. You could tell Steve was thinking it over and you played with the hem of your shirt.

“She could train with me,” said Nat with a mouth full of pie.

You perked up even further at this and in hope, gave Steve your puppy dog eyes.

“Alright,” he sighed placing his hand on your forearm, “you can train with Nat, starting in the morning.”

“Thanks Stevie,” you cried enveloping him in a hug. Your brother just chuckled and called out to Nat, “don’t talk with your mouth full!”

The whole team laugh at that but Nat merely rolled her eyes and poked her tongue out at Steve. Steve let go of you and moved off to talk to Sam about something and you turned to face your two friends with a huge smile. Nat smiled at you sweetly and Wanda gave you a hug.

“You two are truly amazing. Thank you.” you gushed and Nat just chuckled.

“It’s really no problem.” Wanda assured.

“Yeah,” added Natasha, “that’s what friends are for.”


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Let’s Christmas! 🎄☃️

Inspired by @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure:

23.“You can’t spend Christmas alone!”

“I have no one to spend it with.”

“You have me.”

Request from @ sequinedk .

Words: 911
Warnings: none

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deer-gak77  asked:

can you write a short fic about some of the characters (preferably Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley) reenacting the Blunt the Knives song on the great hall? It's alright if you don't want to!

oh dear, i think i’ve cracked three ribs laughing at this…The emergency room can wait, I have to write this now. Thank you, dear friend, this is probably the best request i’ve ever gotten, I only hope I do it justice. 

heres the song for those who haven’t experienced the work of art that is the Hobbit


Percy Weasley had two problems; Christmas and his siblings. 

Most people would not think that Christmas was a problem, but to Gryffindor’s Head Boy, it was. Especially when his siblings were in a particularly festive mood. 

There was so much to be done; ensuring that the students staying at the castle were kept in line, delegating prefects to do certain jobs for decorating the Great Hall (he couldn’t do any of that dilly-dallying himself, he simply didn’t have enough time), keeping a close eye on the First Years…there was so much to do and he could not be distracted by his trouble-craving siblings. Dumbledore was relying on him. He had to make sure that everything was perfect and not an explosion of utter chaos.

At the same time, he was the eldest Weasley at Hogwarts, he owed it to his parents to ensure his siblings were behaving. But no matter what he did, trouble seemed to follow them like a shadow. Fred and George, with their silly games and pranks that amused just about everyone for reasons beyond him. So foolish Percy thought, as he turned the corner, they’ll never learn. 

Then, there was Ron, who spent his time gallivanting with Harry Potter instead of focusing on his education. Unlike the twins, Ron wasn’t born a troublemaker, rather, he was inspired by Harry’s thirst for adventure. Harry was like a compass, always pointing toward danger, and Ron followed Harry wherever it led him. It was never Harry’s fault, though, Harry always had good intentions. 

As for Ginny, well, she chose to idolise the wrong people. In Percy’s opinion, she would have learnt better by following his lead and not the twins. He was Head Boy, after all, and Ginny would blossom into a young woman under Percy’s guidance. The twins just encouraged rebellion, that was certain. 

As he walked down the stairs toward the Great Hall, two second years emerged from behind the large doors, giggling to themselves. Percy would usually have ignored this, but there was something very peculiar about the way they were staring at him. Percy frowned, throwing out his chest importantly. 

“Is something the matter?” he asked, approaching them, “You can tell me, I am Head Boy.” 

“Isn’t that what it says on your badge?” One girl giggled, “If you’re going to tell everyone, what’s the point of wearing it?” 

Both of the girls burst into a fit of giggles. Percy would have uttered something back in defence of his bruised ego if it weren’t for the fact that it sounded exactly like something Fred and George would say. Sweeping past them, he stomped toward the Great Hall and pushed open the doors, just managing to dodge a red ornament zooming through the air. 

It was…chaos. 

They, whoever they were (there was so many things to look at, Percy couldn’t focus on the faces responsible for this mess), had decided to play some…foot game (Percy wasn’t sure how to describe it) using all the Christmas decorations and cutlery. His eyes scanned the Great Hall. There was Fred and George, of course they were here, they were magnetised to anything illegal. There was Lee Jordan, their friend, cheering them on. And then, there was Ron, Ginny, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finigan, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Harry and – he couldn’t believe it – Hermione! All running around the Great Hall like a herd of lunatics, red-faced and laughing. 

“What is going on in here!” Percy roared and they all paused, turning to face him. Fred beamed. 

“Harry’s teaching us how to play – erm, what did you say it was now – football! Come and join us, Percy!” 

“It’s a muggle game,” Harry explained, stepping toward him cautiously, “It’s a lot of fun!”  

Percy thought the top of his head might blast off. 

“Running – around – using – expensive – ornaments – like – toys – what – would – Dumbledore – say – he – trusted – me –” 

“I think Dumbledore would join us!” said George, courageously, “It’s Snape you want to look out for…” 

“GET ALL OF THIS CLEANED UP! NOW!” 

“Why? Because you’re Head Boy?” 

Percy spluttered. He had never felt more angry in his life. What would all the teachers think of him? He was supposed to be in charge of the decoration process. 

“HOW DARE YOU?” 

Hermione gulped, Neville was trembling. Ginny, however, was wearing a smirk. 

“You’re right, Perce,” said Ginny, her eyebrow cocked wickedly. He didn’t like the look she was giving him. It was the same one the twins wore when they were planning something devious. “Let’s clean all this up.” 

Fred and George gave her a funny look but when they saw her expression, a mischievous grin etched across their faces, too. Picking up a plate, each, they tossed it toward Ginny. She caught with ease and began piling them. 

“Wha–? No! Stop tossing the plates at once!” Percy snapped. 

But he was completely ignored. Lee, Seamus and Dean were throwing ornaments between each other, kicking them toward Fred and George, who began tossing them into boxes. 

Ornaments soared through the air as Harry and Ron began to join in and Neville and Luna began scraping the cutlery as though there were some imaginary rhythm between them. Hermione seemed to be the only one looking somewhat worried, but she didn’t try to stop them. 

“Stop that at once!” Percy screamed, “You’ll blunt the knives!” 

“Oooh, did you hear that? Percy reckons we’ll blunt the knives!” George laughed, “Blunt the knives, bend the forks, smash the bottles and burn the corks!”

“Chip the glasses and crack the plates that’s what Percy Weasley hates!” sang Fred. Percy jabbed a finger at them and opened his mouth to growl at them, but Ron beat him to it, singing along with the tune. 

“Cut the cloth, trail the fat, leave the bones on the bedroom matt. Pour the milk on the pantry floor, splash the wine on every door!” 

“Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl, pound them up with a thumping pole,” Ginny sang. “And when you’ve finished if they are whole, send them down the hall to roll!”

All four Weasleys raised their voices for the last sentence of the song, wearing proud grins as they did so. 

“That’s what Percy Weasley hates!” 

Laughter erupted between them all, except Hermione, who was eying Percy as though he were a grenade ready to explode. Anger surged through him like something deadly, something fierce, ready to burst from his mouth. He opened his mouth, ready to roar, but someone clapping behind him interrupted him and he spun on his heels, face red, fists clenched and chest heaving. 

But all anger escaped him and all he was left with was shame and embarrassment, for Professor Dumbledore was standing right behind him. The Headmaster was wearing a small smile, his blue eyes twinkling like two gems planted behind his half-moon glasses. Hagrid and Professor McGonagall was standing behind him. Hagrid joined in, applauding the group of misfits while Professor McGonagall was wearing a (rare) wry smile. Percy’s eyes travelled behind the group of teachers to find most of the students left in the castle crowded around them, cheering and begging for an encore. 

Percy wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. 

“Sir….let me explain…” 

“No need, Mr. Weasley,” said Dumbledore, calmly, “That was quite a performance! Five points to Gryffindor!” 

Percy gaped at Professor Dumbledore. Instead of taking points, he added them! Percy turned his gaze sharply toward his siblings. Every one of their freckle-sprinkled faces was beaming with pride. Fred and George bowed, dramatically. Hermione laughed nervously while Ron slung an arm around Harry. 

“B-But–” 

“I only hope your siblings will be able to come up with something as creative next year, Mr. Weasley, As you won’t be here to instruct them!” Dumbledore smiled. 

“W-Well, I mean, I g-guess…” Percy stuttered, abashed. 

“Yes, well, what a wonderful family you have, Mr. Weasley. What a wonderful family indeed…” 


gahhh i hope this was okay? 

Mistletoe

Christmas Calendar 2016 » December the 22nd:
Epilogue: The Bet - Mistletoe 

A/N: Look at this exciting thing! I think many can agree that the ending of The Bet sucked big time, and as I’ve mentioned before I don’t like posting something I’m not satisfied with! So here’s a little story taking place a year after the series! I hope you enjoy it :-) x

Pairing: Nerdy!Y/N/Hockey!Fratboy!Ashton (Previously) 

Rating: All

Words: 4.000+

Summary: Ashton and Y/N have been building up a friendship since the bet and that is definitely shown when Y/N’s roommate has hung up a mistletoe right in the middle of their dorm room. 

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Kissing under mistletoe
Harry styles imagine
Where y/n meets harry at a Christmas party
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“No Noel, I’m not coming, there will be tons of celebrities there and I’m what? Just a college student who working two shifts to pay her apartment payments” I change channels looking for a good tv show
“So what? You’ll go with me and maybe meet a celebrity ” she’s insisting on me follow her to that Christmas party, Noel is my friend but we can’t close our eyes on the truth that she’s a spoiled little girl with a wealthy family whose invited to a Christmas party and not a normal party.
“Please y/n , I don’t want to be alone out there, what you gonna lose anyway?” She’s right, what I’m gonna lose? So I smiled at her “just this one time” she jumps up and down “you’re the best, c'mon, I brought you a dress” she runs to my bedroom. I just sigh.
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After two hours getting ready now we’re out side of two large golden door. Lots of paparazzi with big cameras are waiting there for a celebrity. what are you saying y/n, of course they’re not waiting for you obviously, I roll my eyes at myself, I don’t know but sometimes I wish I have a good voice, maybe become a singer and have better life. But If I was lucky enough at least I could’ve been born in a wealthier family. Then I could’ve had a better life not working my ass to pay for my college and that small apartment.

We walked in hall, exactly opposite of what I thought here is so bright and decorated with cheeky Christmas trees and stuff like that. everyone are dressing casually, like us?!
My dress is a long golden dress that’s tight around my waist, it’s not too long neither too short
“Oh god here is so hot” Noel said , I looked around the room knowing some of the singers and actors but not really interested. They’re just human like us and they’re so selfish as well because of what they’re doing. I hate those people who don’t know what’s life, while they’re enjoying their time . The only time they’ll get the idea of our lives is when they play a role in movies as poor people.
“Down to earth"Noel shakes her hand in front of my face “what?” I totally get lost in my thoughts “I said do you want a drink? And I said it three times ” she rolled her eyes “sorry I was deep in thoughts” she takes my hand “so there’s a reason to get loose tonight” she pulled me toward bar “no Noel I’m not drinking” I don’t like drinking “yes you do because I’m saying, it’s Christmas y/n don’t be so tight , have little fun” I sigh. There’s no chance in protesting, she gonna do what she wants and makes me do too.
“Two shots please” she told bartender as he eyes her and she shoot the best and sexiest smile ever to his way. Typical Noel.

I look around the hall again. In the corner of room there’s a group of people hanging around and drinking champagne but the only thing that gets my attention is a man sitting in center of group looking at them as they talking, his eyes are the best green I’ve ever seen. His eyes gets crinkles as he laughs, his long curly brown hair is floating in air and he pulled it back time to time, he’s wearing a red sweater that fits him perfectly. I wonder who is he

“He’s styles, harry styles, do you ever heard of one direction?” Noel said like she reads my mind. I shake my head without breaking my stare at him “the biggest boy band, I wonder why you don’t know them” she mocked me. I barely listen to music, hardly have time for myself in a day and then I’m too tired to even keep my eyes open let alone do something else.

His eyes fell on mine in distance, I turned around blushing, I don’t know why I’m blushing this hard because he cough me staring, Noel stands up “c'mon let’s dance” I shake my head as no, I’m not a good dancer if you could count swaying your feets back and forth a dance. And Noel knows this better “ok then I’m on dance floor if you needed me” she said and I nod at her, “there’s some hot guy if you’re interested” she whimpers before leaving.

I’m playing with drink in my hand thinking about tomorrow ,I have a day off and I don’t know what to do with it, I mean I don’t have anything special to do anyway. Maybe just watching tv and stuff.
I look at the curly boy again, but I can’t see him, I turned in my seat to get a better look of where the group is but no he’s no where to be seen. I don’t know why I’m so disappointed
“Are you looking for someone?” A husky voice makes me jump, I clutch my chest where my heart is , turning around greeting with a pair of green green eyes.

He smirked “sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” I shake my head “it’s ok” he smiled as his dimples fall out. I stare at him hypnotized by his beauty. There’s a song I heard in taxi the other day, those days I was so depressed, moving out of my childhood house not by my choice, was the hardest thing ever , and that song makes my heart ache. I don’t know is it the reason or the song was awesome because I can remember the lyrics so damn well “green eyes” , his eyes are just like that song “green eyes”.

“I’m harry, by the way” he take his hand out, I take his in mine “y/n” I said out of breath, because of him I forgot how to breathe. Why someone could have this effect on me?

“Beautiful name” he said with his thick British accent “thank you” I don’t know what to say anymore. I want to stare at him till morning but I take my hand out and stare at my untouched drink playing with straw. “You don’t drink?” I shake my head at his question “well that’s interesting ” I look at him, he’s still smiling at me. I wonder why he’s interested in me. I mean I’m not a beautiful girl, even far from it, I’m slender but that’s not because I’m working out or something. He may only wants to get in my pants. I’m not bad for a shag.
I sigh “you know I’m not one of those girls” I suddenly state, don’t know why ,maybe I’m betrayed by my own thoughts. He look at me confused “which girls?” He asked his eyes don’t leave mine a second “I’m not those one night stand girls. I mean I’m not even into sleeping with any strangers so if you want to just …” he cuts me “wait wait, who said I want to sleep with you” he has a funny look on his face “so why you’re talking with me?” He laughs “why shouldn’t I?” I shrugged, I’m just overthinking everything “sorry” he patted my back “it’s ok”
I stare at my drink while his hand is resting on my back “I didn’t see you around , what you doing?” He asked , I don’t know should I tell him truth or let him think highly of me , I’m not gonna see him after tonight so why lying , even if he want to judge me I will not lose anything “I’m a waiter at restaurants and working at a bookstore as well, actually I’m here with my friend” I point to my back where Noel left.

He didn’t change the way he’s looking at me and make me wonder what he’s thinking right now “that’s fantastic, I was working at a bakery as well, it was the best. I’m smiling whenever I’m thinking about those times so I can say that was one of my favorite works” I look at him confused “were you? I thought Noel said you’re a singer” this time I look at him funny, he laughs and god his laugh and the way his lips move , he’s a masterpiece “well I didn’t born a singer love” oh.

“Sorry” I said, I’m just a fool. “Don’t be ” he moves his hand up and down my back “so tell me about yourself ” he said ordering a drink for himself, I think a moment “nothing special about me ” “sure there should be, let’s start with your favorite color ” I think a moment, “I know it’s strange but I’m really into grey ” “your favorite food?” He asked again? I don’t know why he’s asking but there’s no harm in answering him, there’s not lots of people who wants to know me “I have a special passion for pasta” he smiled “see there’s lots of special things about you” I stare at him as he locked his eyes on me , he leaned closer and I find myself leaning closer. I know it’s wrong but I don’t know why ? He takes my hand “come with me” he suddenly pulls away and holds my hand pulling me somewhere, “where we’re going?” He didn’t answer just makes me follow him. His grip on my wrist is so soft and gentle and strangely I’m not worry about where he’s taking me , he suddenly stopped, I almost hit his back , he turned back facing me smiling, I smile back , he motioned up and when I looked up I saw lots of mistletoes , I look at his wild eyes that are lock on my lips “it’s cheeky but let’s kiss under mistletoe” I smirk and feel his lips crush on mine passionately and softly, I can feel fireworks in my belly or what? Butterflies? I wonder why.

He hold my face in his hand and I run my hand in his hair, he pulls me closer as we kiss , finally he pulled away , “well y/n , can I take you to a really good Italian restaurant that I know tomorrow?” He asked as his finger running on my cheek “I don’t know, only if you guarantees they have good pastas ” he hold my waist tighter “I don’t know about pastas but I’ll make sure they hang some mistletoe on our table” he eyes me carefully waiting for my answer, I nod my head as his lips moved up again “good” “good” his lips crashed on mine again this is the only and the best Christmas party I ever attended. Or better say the best Christmas I ever had.

A/n: hope you enjoyed, send me your requests. Xx
Mistletoe

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 957

A/N: This is a part of mine and @marvelingatthewonder‘s Christmas Drabble Party. The request was Bucky Barnes + Mistletoe. I hope you enjoy this @missmalfoy1703 , @lostinspace33 and the anon who asked for it as well! 

@avengerstories - me and my Chris Evans candles love and appreciate you so very much.

Originally posted by runnerindistrict12

“Y/N, this is the best idea you’ve ever had.”

You take a sip of your hot chocolate, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back in your seat. “I’m gonna have to agree with you on that one.”

“How long do you think it’ll take for them to join us?” Steve asks, turning on the stove and grabbing a pan to make himself breakfast. Usually, he eats much earlier, but you needed his help with something this morning and he was more than happy to oblige.

“Give ‘em ten minutes. Their favorite place to bicker is in front of an audience.”

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Chirstmas (Derek Hale + pack)

I sat down in the passenger seat and threw my bag in the back seat. I made myself comfortable. When he sat down he looked over at me and just nodded at my presence. 

“Did you really think you were leaving Beacon Hills without me?” I asked looking over at him.

“I was hoping you’d show up.” he smiled at me and I laced our fingers together.

“Is that an actual smile from the Derek Hale.” I faked gasped.

“I smile all the time around you it’s nothing new.”

“Uh it is to the entire world.”

“Whatever one is enough for me.” I smiled at him and gave him a peck on the lips.

“I love you.” I smiled.

“I love you more.” he said softly and I grinned.

“Where to babe?”

“I don’t know, I was just kinda thinking we could figure it out on the way.”

“Sounds perfect.”

Derek and I ended up Utah, in a big ranch house far away from the rest of society, just how he wanted it. We keep in touch with everybody back in Beacon Hills but they were all wrapped up in their drama. Honestly it was a relief to us, to not have to worry about it. Derek and I spent everyday together relaxing being glad that we escaped the supernatural world for now. We would just lay on the couch some days watching movies and cuddling, or other days we’d drive up to the city and find something cool to do. We were just enjoying ourselves for the moment.

For our first christmas gone, I wanted to spend it with pack and I know secretly Derek did too. We spent days preparing. We wanted the house to be absolutely perfect. We decorated to the limit. I was constantly on the ladder and Derek even had glitter all over his hands. We had lights everywhere. Derek and I stepped back to admire our work. This is exactly what I’ve always dreamed about. Settling down with the perfect guy, decorating my house for the holidays, doing fun and cute stuff constantly. I was so happy.

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Merry Christmas, everybody!!!

This is Willie in his new Christmas knit. I always made him a new dog cowl he could wear as his every day scarf for Christmas. He loved getting new knits! I had made the headpiece for my models for a different photo shoot and was surprised he let me put them on him. He did not seem to mind them at all, and I did a whole photo sesh of him wearing them. This was only a year ago. I would never have believed then that he would not be with me this year. I still can’t believe it, really. You never know what a year will bring you. So Merry Christmas to the best pal I ever had and whom I miss every single day. You were a great dog Willie and I hope the angels are knitting for you at the Rainbow Bridge. 

Christmas Party

so basically i found this on twomblyed ‘s wishlist when i was stalking it (oops) and thought it was super cute so yeah it’s long and it sucks but i hope someone enjoys it at least lol

[prompt: a “you’re my best friend but please be my fake boyfriend for my family Christmas party you’ll get free food and we’ll be at a nice cabin but my family always asks why I don’t have a boyfriend and I need this from you shit we slept together this is awkward” au]

Ever since the summer and school year had passed and the former ‘Team Lyle’ finally began working at the eminent Googleplex, the bond between the anterior teammates grew adament. Neha and (Y/N) became good friends who could come to each other about anything, even though most of the time their issues were fashion related. Nick and Billy became paternal models in (Y/N)’s life at Google, giving experienced advice and pick-ups when she was down. Yo-Yo and Lyle weren’t as close as the others, but (Y/N) still enjoyed hanging out with them and canvass work-related matters with them.

Then there was Stuart.

Stuart, who at the beginning of it all had his life revolving around what was materializing on his phone, came to be (Y/N)’s best friend and vice versa. If either of them was feeling down, upset, or even just bored, they could call each other up and talk for hours. (Y/N) couldn’t deny having some sort of romantic feeling for her best friend, but chose to detain that information because she knew her feelings were a dead end.

Christmas time was rolling around, and the office building was adorned top-to-bottom with red and green decorations. Creative drawings of notable holiday characters and objects like Santa Claus and Christmas trees were lined down the walls in glass frames. A long playlist of all the Christmas songs you could think of (and then some) played 24/7.

Stuart, who chose to stay in California for Christmas, had planned on staying in his apartment, maybe catching a few drinks with friends at night when all the parties ended. Nothing big. (Y/N), on the other hand, whose family roots were planted just a few miles from her worksite, had the annual family party to dreadfully attend. And she was not looking forward to it.

Every year it was the same routine; she’d show up with a tote bag of gifts. Her Aunt Carol would hug her and ask her where her boyfriend was, which (Y/N) would respond to with the aforesaid 'I don’t have one’. Then she’d go to the family room, greet her family, and watch TV while being pestered with questions about school or work. After opening presents, she’d fight with her mom on what size clothes she wears and would leave shortly after. She was tired of it.

It was Christmas morning - 8:39, to be exact. Her red dress hung in a clear garment bag on the bathroom door behind her. Makeup was spilled all over her counter and she had yet to paint her nails.

If only I could find a god-damn boyfriend.” She mumbled to herself as she rolled and secured curlers in her hair. “Or at least a pretend one.”

Interrupting her from her internal thoughts, her phone buzzed with the cue of a text message on her countertop. Pinning up the last of her hair curlers, she picked up her phone to view a new text message from Stuart.

'Merry Christmas! Hope yours is better than mine’

The girl chuckled out loud at her best friend’s message, and typed a reply.

'Merry Christmas to you too! and why do you say that? Santa forgot to stop by?’

She got a reply moments later.

'Ha ha. I’m staying home all day watching the Christmas movie marathon if you’d like to join.’

(Y/N) smiled sympathetically at her phone. As she was about to type a quick response, her thought from earlier struck her mind again. If only she could find a boyfriend.. or a fake one.

Eyes widening in realization, she erased her previous message and typed a new one.

'CALL ME ASAP’

She tapped her foot impatiently, eyeing the clock to keep track of time so she could take the hair curlers out at the right time. Her phone sat on her counter surrounded by all the sprawled out makeup. A minute later, her ringtone sang, gesturing a phone call, as Stuart’s name and embarrassing profile picture displayed across her screen. Taking a deep breath, she accepted the call.

“Hi! Hey, Stuart, hi, merry Christmas.” She rushed out, pressing the phone to her ear.

“Merry Christmas. You sound pressed, what’s up?”

“Okay, you’re going to think I’m crazy, but just hear me out, all right?”

“Shoot.”

“Okay, so I’ve told you about my family Christmas party, right? The one at my Aunt Carol’s?”

“You’ve mentioned it and its reoccuring dreadfulness, yes,”

“So that’s today, you know, it’s Christmas and all.” She rambled. “I-I, you’re gonna think I’m insane..”

“Just say it! We’re best friends, I’ve seen you at rock bottom. But if you’re talking about committing a crime I should probably call the cops-”

“No! Stew,” She laughed. “You’re my best friend but since you don’t have plans, please be my fake boyfriend for my family Christmas party, you’ll get free food and drinks, and we’ll be at a nice house for a few hours and everything and we won’t even have to keep up the act for long. But my family always asks why I don’t have a boyfriend and I need this, please.”

Stuart took his friend’s words into thought. Fake boyfriend? His heart skipped as he imagined pretending to be (Y/N)’s significant other. Even though their friendship was unspokenly platonic, he couldn’t help but feel attracted towards his best friend. 

“I-”

“And remember you owe me for what you did on Halloween!”

After a moment of radio silence, he spoke up. “Fine. When, what do I wear?”

(Y/N) squealed into the phone. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re a lifesaver,” She exclaimed. “Be at my apartment at 9:30, dress nice but not that nice. Maybe a button down with a tie and some Chinos or something like that.”

“See you at 9:30, fake girlfriend.” (Y/N) could practically hear his smirk through the phone.

After a long process of makeup, hair, and nail care, (Y/N) had slipped her dress on and was putting the last touches on her appearance when the familar three-syllable knock sounded from her door. Prancing in her heels, (Y/N) opened the door to reveal Stuart, clad in a navy blue button down with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a red tie, and a pair of beige Chinos with black shoes. His hair and glasses were worn in his usual style. He glanced down at your outfit and widened his eyes.

“Wow, you look great.” He said, and unconsciencely licked his lips.

“Thank you, you look great, too.” She complimented. “Let me go grab my purse and the gifts, and then I should be ready.”

After running to grab her belongings, she met her pretend-date back at the door. “Shall we?”

(Y/N) drove them both in her own car. “It’ll be about fifteen or twenty minutes.”

Stuart nodded. “So I’m going to need some backstory.”

(Y/N) scrunched her face while keeping her eyes on the road. “Backstory?”

“Yeah!” Stuart proclaimed. “Like, how we met, anniversary stuff, how long we’ve been going out, stuff like that.”

“I’m hurt that you don’t remember.” (Y/N) joked. Stuart frowned at her. “No, but, uhm.. well, let’s say we met at Google. The Internship Program. That part is actually true.”

“Got it.”

“We’ve been going out for like, say, six months? Our sixth month anniversary was last week?”

“Works for me.” He agreed. “What about Christmas? What did we get each other?”

“Well, what do you want to pretend to have me give you?”

“I’ll go with a watch. And for you?”

“Jewelry. Necklace.”

“Gotcha.” Stuart said. “Are we in love?”

“I don’t know, are we?” (Y/N) bantered. “Kidding.”

“I’m breaking up with you.” Stuart said sarcastically.

“Ha, ha.” (Y/N) retorted. “And, by the way, my family’s weird, rude, and incredibly passive aggressive. If they ask you weird questions just answer as sanely as you can.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Pulling into the driveway of her Aunt’s unnecessarily huge house, (Y/N)’s heart thumped at the speed of light. Not only was she worried about people finding out that she was lying, but she was also afraid of her family in general. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of her car and extracted her things while Stuart walked to her side.

“You ready?” Stuart asked her as they made their way to the front door.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Stuart, being the pretend gentleman he was, reached and opened the door before (Y/N) could even retaliate. “My lady.” He said with a smirk. (Y/N) glared back with a smile.

At the moment of her entrance, her Aunt Carol came barrelling towards her niece. “(Y/N)! Darling! How are you?” She questioned her niece loudly as she enclosed her in a hug.

“I’m do-”

“Is this your boyfriend? Have you got a boyfriend?” She asked, eyeing Stuart behind her.

“Yes, Aunt Carol this is Stuart.”

“It’s nice to meet you, ma'am.” He said, holding out his hand for the old woman to shake.

“What a gentleman,” Aunt Carol purred, and turned to her niece. “Let’s get you to the family room. You need some meat in some places.”

Trying not to be offended, (Y/N) led Stuart through the large house and to the family room, where the rest of her family was seated, conversating in random spots. Before (Y/N) could say anything to any of her relatives, her Aunt Carol beat her to it.

“Attention! Attention everyone!” Her Aunt called out to everyone in her sickly-sweet singsong voice. “(Y/N) here brought a boyfriend!” (Y/N) and Stuart both blushed, trying to make themselves as small as possible. Her family gave a small ovation before going back to their conversations. Aunt Carol, who somehow always finds a way to meddle into people’s business, made busy elsewhere, much to the pair’s relief.

“You want something to eat? Drink?” (Y/N) asked. Stuart shook his head. “Okay, let’s just sit down somewhere where we won’t have to talk.”

But, that method didn’t go as well as intentioned. Soon, a handful of (Y/N)’s relatives surrounded the pair, making them uncomfortable.

“So, Stuart, is it? How did you two meet?” Aunt May spoke up.

Stuart cleared his throat. “Well, we, uh, we both were enrolled in the Google Internship Program and worked together there, and now we both work at Google, so, yeah.”

(Y/N) squeezed his hand, sensing his socially-awkward semblance. Her aunts aw’d.

“Do you two live together?” Her aunt asked. (Y/N) sucked in a breath - they hadn’t rehearsed anything for that question.  

“Yes,” Stuart blurted. “We have an apartment near the Googleplex.”

(Y/N) smiled at her relatives before turning to her counterfeit partner. “How about we go visit with my cousins?” She asked, and tugged his hand after smiling sweetly at her aunts.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) gushed once they were out of sight.

“It’s okay. It’s normal for family to be nosy about this stuff.”

(Y/N) showed a small smile to thank him for understanding before leading him into the kitchen. More of (Y/N)’s relatives were scattered around the room, and Stuart wondered how the hell she had so many family members.

After three agonizing hours of sitting, eating, talking, and opening gifts, that may or may not have been regifted, it was finally time for Stuart and (Y/N) to get the hell out of there.  Right as the pair was leaving, Aunt Carol called out to the two.

“Wait!” She yelled, hobbling after you. “I have something for the two of you!”

(Y/N) and Stuart looked at each other skeptically before approaching the elder aunt. Aunt Carol had a knowing smirk on her face and her arm was tucked behind her back, obviously hiding the surprise. They were in front of the whole family now, and everyone watched in suspense. She yanked her arm out from behind her and (Y/N) and Stuart’s eyes widened and mouths dropped. Held out by Aunt Carol was a medium sized mistletoe on a string.

“Rules are rules, lovebugs!”

Stuart’s breathing got heavier. Was he really going to kiss this girl who had friendzoned him, but he still liked her anyways? He turned to face her. She shot him an “I’m so sorry” look, but he just showed a small side smile.

“Please don’t hate me for this.” He whispered into (Y/N)’s ear before placing a hand on the back of her head and kissing her vigorously.


part two yes or no??? hope you liked it !!