i should stop now and say MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU

The Origin of the Bittle-Zimmermann Cruel Jam Empire (Another Non-NHL!Jack fic)

[Sequel to this fic]

CW: FOOD, mentions of real people

“Alright, so I got so stressed out about the exam I had today that I made a couple things of jam,” Bittle said as he swept into Jack’s apartment. He’d had his own key since Jack had gotten the place, and he abused that privilege on an almost daily basis. If it had been anyone else, Jack would have regretted living so close to campus.

“What’s ‘a couple?’” Jack asked without looking up from his laptop.

Bittle huffed and set a box down on Jack’s table with a small thud. “I plead the fifth,” he said, hand on his hip.

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Under One Condition (Grayson)

Summary: You and Grayson are in New Jersey visiting his family for the holiday season, and when Cameron introduces her newborn son to the family for the first time, you find yourself questioning whether or not it’s time to start your own family with the love of your life.

Word Count: 2,471

Warnings: Super freaking cheesy and fluffy. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Author’s Note: So, with all of the heartbreaking and heavy stuff I’ve been posting lately, I decided it was time for a change of pace and to give you guys a light, fluffy one shot, but I haven’t forgotten about “From the Dining Table”! It should be done by the end of this week, at the very latest. Also, if you haven’t heard, Eliza ( @prettybabyhazza ) and I are teaming up to complete part two of her “Drunk on the Mic” fic, so keep an eye out on our blogs for that! I hope you enjoy! Requests are open. 


“Merry Christmas!”

A sing-song of greetings float through the house as you and Grayson enter the front door of his parents’ home. You’re engulfed in hug after hug by extended members of Grayson’s family and you smile through it all, knowing that you’re not going to be able to remember everyone’s names as they’re rattled off to you, but you nod and say ‘hello’ to them anyway. This isn’t the first family gathering you’ve been to with Grayson, but it is the first in the seven years you’ve been dating that you’ve been introduced to all of his aunts, uncles, cousins, and more, and something about the small milestone causes your heart to sing.

Still shivering from the harsh Jersey winter, you unwrap your coat and scarf from your body, hanging them on the mount in the entry way. Being from the Midwest, you’re no stranger to the cold, but even the lake-effect winters you’re used to experiencing could have never prepared you for the bitter seasonal chill only found on the east coast. As Grayson’s family disperses and begin to strike up conversations with others in the house, the smell of ham and green bean casserole cascades down the hall from the kitchen and into your nostrils. You close your eyes and inhale sharply, not being able to remember the last time you had a true holiday feast.

“It’s Mom’s specialty,” Grayson leans over and whispers in your ear when he notices your excitement.

“If it tastes as good as it smells, I’m shocked you didn’t learn how to cook sooner,” you respond with a wink.

“Hey, I was stubborn, okay? And I didn’t exactly have a normal childhood; Mom wasn’t able to just sit me down and teach me at sixteen like every other kid.”

You shoot a sideways glance at him. “’Was stubborn’?”

“Okay, I still am stubborn. But you, miss,” he says as he pokes you in the ribs, “might be even more stubborn than me, a feat I never thought could be possible.”

“Excuse me! I prefer the term ‘headstrong.’ It sounds much less bitchy.”

Grayson chuckles and steals a quick kiss before gently taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen. As the two of you round the corner, your eyes begin to scan the room for the rest of Grayson’s immediate family. You quickly find Ethan slaving over a bowl of homemade mashed potatoes and sharing a laugh with his mom, who’s doubled over a cutting board, chopping up various vegetables and throwing them into a veggie tray. She has a hand towel draped over her shoulder, her is hair twisted back into a large clip, and as she makes eye contact with you, you smile warmly and envelope her into a hug.

“There you are! We were starting to think you guys ditched us.”

“No, no! We could never,” you state, your chin vibrating on her shoulder with every syllable. “The layover in Virginia took longer than anticipated, but we should have called to warn you. I’m sorry about that.”

She pulls back from the hug and reaches out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “As long as you’re here now, that’s all I care about.”

Grayson takes his turn hugging her while Ethan approaches you and throws an elbow around your neck, placing his lips to your temple lightly. You close your eyes at his touch and squeeze his hand dangling over your shoulder before unraveling yourself to grab drinks for you and Grayson. As an only child with divorced parents, holidays and family events were never made a spectacle and you often found a stronger sense of community within your closest friends than you did with your own relatives. However, once you started dating Grayson, you quickly learned that he and his family were a package deal, a gift that you weren’t expecting but wouldn’t return for the world. His parents soon became your own, and his mom was the one you always approached when seeking relationship advice or just wanting to have some “girl talk.” His dad was the one you called when you were stranded on the highway in the middle of nowhere with your first ever flat tire, and after talking you through how to put on the spare, he surprised you a week later by mailing a check to the home you and Grayson shared with “for your new tires” scribbled in the memo line. Ethan, as cliché as it sounds, ended up becoming one of your best friends and fiercest protectors. He was apprehensive of you at first, always trying to catch you off guard with hard-to-answer questions and making comments on the sly about no girl ever being good enough for his brother. It wasn’t until Grayson’s appendix ruptured in the middle of the night five years ago that you became close with Ethan; after rushing Grayson to the hospital, you called Ethan panicked and afraid, not only knowing that he would want to be there for his brother, but because you couldn’t fathom the thought of spending hours in the waiting room alone. When he arrived, he held you until you stopped crying, reassuring you that it was just an appendix, not a heart attack. It was in that moment, when Ethan saw the fear of potentially losing Grayson swimming in your eyes, that he knew just how much you loved him.

But, it was with Cameron that you felt luckiest of all. Growing up, a sister was the only thing you could have ever wanted; it was your only wish when you would blow out birthday candles and it the only present you’d ask for when sitting on Santa’s lap in the mall. It was also the only thing you had never been given. You would have traded all the trips to Disney World and all the cars your mom had bought you in a heartbeat if you could just have had a sister. Meeting Cameron, it felt like all your prayers had been answered. The two of you undeniably clicked, and you weren’t sure if there was one thing that she didn’t know about you. She was the second emergency contact you’d list on all of your medical forms after Grayson, and you were her maid of honor in her wedding last year. Pictures of the two of you doing everything together from going to hockey games to having sleepovers fill up your photo library on your phone, and she has a spare key to your house dangling on her car keys. Because the two of you were practically inseparable, your heart was absolutely crushed when you got the call last month that she was going into labor with her first-born son while you were overseas with Grayson on some kind of promotional tour for his latest video project. While her husband, Kade, had you on FaceTime during the delivery, it wasn’t the same and you felt like you had betrayed her as a friend. Because you and Grayson just touched down in the States last week, tonight would be the first time meeting your new godson, Carter, and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

After pouring glasses of eggnog for you and Grayson, you saunter over to the kitchen table to join the conversation he’s having with his family. You place the glass down in front of Grayson while he pulls out the empty chair next to him and you plop down in it before Ethan, who’s sitting across from you, throws his sock-covered feet onto your lap. You pat his shin, give him a wink, and redirect your attention to Grayson, who’s thumbing through his mom’s pictures on her phone. Picture after picture that appears are all of Carter in a blue cap, swaddled tightly in a blanket, staring blankly into the camera. These are all pictures Cameron sent you separately in the hours after his birth, and you rest your head on Grayson’s shoulder as he continues to thumb through them, making comments every now and then about how chubby he is and how fragile he looks.

Suddenly taking note of Cameron’s absence, you furrow your brows together and lift your head from Grayson’s shoulder, panning around the room to look for her. Ethan, who notices your confusion, shoots you a concerned look and you lean forward to inquire about her.

“Where’s Cam? I thought Gray and I were the last ones showing up tonight?”

Ethan pulls out his phone from his pocket and opens his thread of text messages from his older sister, skimming over them before finding the one he’s looking for.

“She texted me about an hour ago and told me that Carter wasn’t keeping down any milk, so she didn’t know if she would make it tonight or not.”

“Why didn’t she text me to tell me, too? She knows I’ve been waiting to meet him since we got back from Europe.”

Just as Ethan opens his mouth to respond, an all too familiar voice sounds behind you. “Because I wanted to keep Carter’s arrival a surprise!”

You whip your head around to find Cameron entering the kitchen, Carter’s portable car seat draped over her elbow, Kade following close behind her. You begin to squeal as you shove Ethan’s legs off of you and jump out of your seat to throw your arms around her. She gives the car seat to Kade, who starts to unbuckle Carter, before wrapping her arms around you and squeezing you in response. The two of you are laughing uncontrollably at the sheer joy of being with each other again, and as the rest of her family begin to stand up to greet her, you pull back to find her face.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you so much, Cam.”

“Y/N, don’t even get me started on how tough this month has been without you. You guys will have to tell me all about Europe as soon as we settle in, okay?” She glances at Grayson before greeting the rest of the family. You approach Kade and give him a peck on the cheek before glancing down at Carter, who’s stirring and cooing in his seat.

“Guys!” Ethan shouts across the house as you bend down to scoop Carter up, “Cameron’s here! We can all eat now!”

Moving into the living room to avoid all of the commotion and chaos of over thirty people trying to feed themselves a Christmas dinner, you sit down on the couch and lean against its back, cradling Carter in your arms. Grayson follows suit, and soon he’s sitting next to you, one ankle crossed over his thigh, his arm draped behind you. Carter begins rooting, searching for a source of food, and you give him your finger to suck on before resting your head back on Grayson’s shoulder.

“He’s so beautiful, isn’t he?” you whisper to Grayson. “And you’re right, he’s the most fragile thing I’ve ever had the pleasure to hold.”

Grayson reaches his free hand out to stroke Carter’s cheek before resting it on your thigh. “He really likes you, Y/N. Look at the way he’s staring at you.”

You glance down into Carter’s piercing baby blues and are suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. With every blink of his eyes, the burning love for him in your chest only grows stronger and you find yourself involuntarily pulling him closer into you, as if to try and protect him from danger. Staring at this baby, at your godson, you come to the realization that if his life was ever in harm’s way, you’d sacrifice yourself for him in an instant, no questions asked.

Carter begins to stir, and you lift him up to place his stomach on your chest. You begin patting his back softly, and within no time, he drifts into a peaceful slumber, his head falling on your shoulder. You glance at Grayson, Carter’s innocence and vulnerability suddenly hitting you like a ton of bricks.

“You’re a natural at this, Y/N.”

Your eyes begin to well with tears at Grayson’s compliment. Scooting yourself closer to him until your sides meet, you mutter a desire you never thought you’d find yourself having before, but suddenly it’s so strong and so powerful, nothing in you can ignore it:

“I want one.”

“What?” Grayson shifts his body to face you directly, obviously taken aback at your statement.

You sigh, wrapping one arm around Carter and freeing the other to take one of Grayson’s hands.

“I know we’ve talked repeatedly about how content we are with it just being the two of us. We’ve been together almost a decade now and we haven’t really had to think about anyone but each other. This, the two of us, it’s familiar, it’s comfortable, and it’s safe. You make me feel safe, Gray.”

“So, why the sudden change of heart?”

“Just look at him. Kade and Cameron, they love each other so much that they made a brand-new human and brought him into the world. Carter, he’s full of love because that’s literally what he’s made of, and I love you Gray, more than anything else in the entire universe. You are my light and my warmth and my reason for existing. Imagine taking that and turning it into another being.”

Tears begin to spill over your ducts and as Grayson works to wipe them away, a grin breaks out on his face. “Our lives are going to change indefinitely. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”

“As long as I’m with you, I’m ready for anything.”

Grayson reaches over and begins rubbing Carter’s back softly. You notice that his eyes begin to darken, a tell-tale sign that the gears in his head are turning at maximum speed. He glances at you, and then at Carter, and then at you again before sighing heavily.

“You know, you’d make one hell of a mother.”

You smile widely before leaning into Grayson and locking your lips with his, careful not to disturb Carter. After a couple of moments, he pulls away and raises his eyebrows, indicative of him getting ready to speak.

“I’m absolutely ready to start a family with you, Y/N, but only under one condition.”

You cock your head to the side. “And that condition is?”

“I make you my wife, first.”

A tingling sensation takes over your whole body and you feel your heart beating faster than you ever thought possible. The entire room around Grayson begins spinning so quickly and forcefully that his eyes are the only thing anchoring you from spiraling out of control. You don’t know if you’re able to push out any words, but you try anyway, coming to the realization that nothing about your existence will ever be the same after this moment:

“You’ve got a deal.”

HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Once again, Taehyung won’t make it home for Christmas.

Originally posted by chimtae

word count: 3.9k
genre: angst/fluff [i know, i’m in shock too]

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Something Worth Fighting For- 1

Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice.

Words: 1303

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Originally posted by i-alwayslikedstrangecharacters

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can’t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right. -The Crow, 1994

Brooklyn. 1946.

The cemetery was a snow globe. Someone had wrapped it in their hands, blocking out all traces of sunlight behind the deep grey clouds, and shaken it. Snow swirled through the air, between the slender claws of the dead trees, and dragged across the faces of black, slick stones. The wind hissed in your ear, stung the exposed flesh between your hat and the collar of your jacket. Kissed the places that had not been touched by warm hands in nearly a year.

There was nothing special about the dull, grey rock in front of you. There was a name, etched into its face, that had been filled with snow which only served to make the letters stand out more. It was a formality more than anything, the headstone. There was no body to be buried, no casket to lower into the ground.

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The Emoji Movie Script

the world we live in. it’s so… wonderous. mysterious. even magical. no… no no no.. not that world. i meant this one. the smartphone. each system and program app is it’s own little planet of perfect. technology. all providing services so necessary, so crucial, so unbelievably profound. look who just sent me a text! addie mccallister? it must be a mistake. or a joke. or a scam! don’t send her your social security number. she’s right there! that’s our user, alex. and, like every freshman in high school, his whole life, everything, revolves around his phone. and, because the pace of life gets, faster and faster… phones down in five. and attention spans get shorter and shorter… and… you’re probably not even listening to me right now. who has the time to type out actual words? and that’s where we come in. the most important invention in the history of communication! emo gees. that’s my home! textopolis. here, each of us does one thing, and we have to nail it every time. christmas tree just has to stand there, all festive. merry christmas! it’s still september, tim! and princesses… i am so pretty. they just gotta wear their crowns and keep their hair comb. we are so pretty. devil, poop, thumbs up, they just show up and they’re good to go. but for the faces, the pressure is on. cryer always has to cry, even if he just won the lottery. hurray, i’m a millionaire! laugher’s always laughing, even if he’s just broken his arm. ahh!! ah! i can see the bone!! ah ah ah ah ah… and me, i’m a meh. so i gotta totally be over it all the time, you know? like meh, who cares. which is not as easy as it sounds. i gotta be mehhhhhhhhh i GOTTA! be! mehhhhhhhhh morning misses D, i see you have the little minis with ya! oh, they’re so… cute! NYAH, SO ADORABLE, I CAN’T TAKE IT! I WILL NEVER GET THEM TO SLEEP! STICK TO YOUR ONE FACE, WEIRDO. OLE! OLE! OH NO! OH NO! it’s hard to only act blasé. when, living in textopolis is…. just so exciting! hah low good simeans! those ah some shalp attach shays! yes, well we have business to attend to. whot kind off business? monkey business. ha ha ha ha, i sounded british. meh… Oh, that was really good.. meh ? meh … meh ha ha… what the freak ya doing there, mate? practicing. today is my first day on the phone. oh, droit. i’m gonna be so.. meh. what are you going to do? blah! me and the boys are gonna throw ourselves on the barbie! woo! puh-zow! gooday, mate! hey, koh knee chee wah! sorry emote icons!! oh, I hate knocking over the elderly.. let me help, let me help… oh, my colon!!! ducks… hey, is that the time? HEY, my eyes are up here, pal! woo ooh hoo! woo hoo! right on time! and last week, Alex sent me next to THIS text! huh? huh? HA HA HA THAT ELEPHANT PISSED HIMSELF HA HA HA AH HAH HA HAH HAH UH HUH HUH why are YOU laughing, freak? ho ho ha ha ha! now, unlike me, my parents are total pros. gene, please tell me you weren’t laughing just now. gene so help me i swear oh, he was, I remember. let’s go see if you can get it right. i have some bad news, gene, and i’m afraid that you’ll have the wrong reaction. ok, what’s the wrong reaction? anything other than meh. come on! i don’t want to be late! i’m not letting you go to work today. wait, WHAT? you’re just not ready, son. come on!! working in a cube is an Emoji’s whole purpose in life! everybody my age is working on the phone except for me! oh sweetie, that’s not true. ow! YEAH! i’m going to work on the phone and I’m only ten! that’s because I believe in you! should we wash our hands? ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! we’re number two! we’re number two! see? i, i know i’m different, ok? but, i need to… i can be meh… i just… want to be a working emoji, you know, like… everybody else… and then… i would finally fit in, you know? ah, you fit in, honey. no I don’t, mom. I never have. but I could change all that if you just let me! just give me a chance! but what if you get sent out on the phone, making the wrong face? no dad, i’ll make the right face! look! maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah? you’re so handsome when you make that face. i think he’s ready, mel. meh. come on, dad. let me prove it to you. if you really think you’re ready… YES! yes i am! i promise i won’t let you down! wow! Congratulations, everyone! What an exciting day for all of you! oh, it’s really her! oh, pizza! first day on the job, hi, hi! don’t be nervous! i won’t bite! hi, i’m smiler! ho ho ho ho ho… DON’T TOUCH ME! Hi! i mean.. hey.. as you know, i’m smiler, i’m the system supervisor here, because I was the original emoji. here’s how it works. it’s nothing fancy! wait a minute… it’s really fancy! you each have your own cube on the emoji bar! if alex chooses you, should you be so lucky, your cube will light up! it’s showtime! the scanner will scan you, and that scan will get sent right up to alex’s text box. and let me tell you guys, there is nothing like getting scanned for the first time. a har, you’re gonna love it. now over here is the favorites section, where you’ll find all the most popular emo gees. and of course, you’ll find my cube here. whoo. you are smooth. just doing my duty. ha ha ha! what did i say? come on, tell me you aren’t just a little bit tempted? steven, for the last time, i don’t want to buy a timeshare. come on, man, it’s high five! you know me! i’m a favorite! Alex hasn’t picked you in weeks. when he stops picking you, you’re no longer a favorite. there’s gotta be some sort of mistake, i mean, look at me, i’m an attractive, hand-giving high five! oh! fistbump! come on in! hey, ladies! FISTBUMP? he’s a knucklehead! literally! look at him, I can look like that! ugh, ow, cramp.. big mistake.. oh… help me.. help up a hand.. oh… here you go… thanks mate… hey, little man, how about you create a distraction, and i’ll just slip under the rope! uh, oh, is someone lost? smiler, hiya, just leaving. yeah, you know, just killing time before i go back to my cube in the far corner where Alex can’t even See Me ANYMORE! you may not be a favorite anymore, but you will always have a place, in a cube! yeah, in the nosebleeds… uh, i’m standing right here? words hurt. the most important thing I can tell you is to just be yourself… basically, happy itself… i am always smiling… places, please! emo gees to your cubes! attention, we’ve got incoming! gotta be meh, gotta be meh. oh my gosh, my own cube! i can’t believe it… oh, i could put a plant over here, and over here could go an inspirational calendar, okay, gotta be meh… look at our son get on there, i’m beaming… with pride! you don’t think he’ll actually get picked, do you? heiroglyphics. heiroglyphics was an ancient language of picture forms. does that remind anyone of anything. hello. a language of pictures… anyone? early heiroglyphics back in ancient… i gotta reply to addie’s text! what should i write? nothing! nothing? words aren’t cool. ok, be cool, be cool… alright, alex is not sure how he wants to play this… oh! i would really love it to be me! beam me up! beam me up! i need thumbs up on standby! oh yeah! thumbs up is going in! wait! alex is changing his mind! he’s moving! ok, looks like it’s gonna be meh… i’m so nervous, i could almost shrug. we are go for meh! initiating scan! okay, you can do this. ah! i can’t do this! i can’t do it! stop the scan! i can’t, it’s too late! oh! what’s he doing? he’s making the wrong face! good for him, little… wait, what? ugh. abort, abort! oh, shi… shut it down, shut it down! ah! what is that emoji? all the emo gees present, evacuate the cube! evacuate the cube! i gotta get out of here! i’m trying! oh, jeez. sorry, everybody. that is not what i meant to do! i kinda.. i kinda panicked.. are you even a meh at all? uh, who, me? like you are, is a malfunction! a malfunction? no, i can be meh, just give me one more chance? you know what would be really fun? a board meeting, where we can find out what to do with you! i just wanted to be useful, you know, fit in! now everybody’s calling me a malfunction. i am a malfunction. even if you are a malfunction, gene, your mom and dad still love ya. i knew you weren’t ready. let’s get you out of here and take you home. one day, all of this will blow over, and everyone will almost forget about what you did. until then, you should probably stay locked up in the apartment. wait, you’re gonna hide me away? you’re embarrased of me. it’s for your own safety. we’re trying to protect you, son. gene, where are you going? i’m not going to run away from this. i’m an emoji, and, even though i’m not exactly sure which one… i’ve gotta have some sort of purpose here, i know it. gene, no! sweetie, please! so, how’d it go, gavel? hey, lightbulb, tell me what’s going on in there. what… poop… what is it? tell me turd, tell me truth. what happened? i know it was an accident. we all have accidents you’re so soft, poop. not too soft, i hope. i came up here to defend myself, but, uh, you seem pretty happy. so, good news? i’m always happy. oh, right, yeah, truth. but the only thing that could ever make me unhappy, is if one of our emo gees has made a mistake. which would cause alex to lose faith in the phone… and then, our whole gets wiped out! smiler, i devil pinky swear promise to you that i will never, ever make a mistake in the cube again. oh, we know you won’t, gene. we know you won’t! ha ha, you know, the first time you said it it sounded genuine, but then you repeated it, and, and then, now it’s weird. we’re setting you up! with our best anti virus bots! so they’ll, like, uh, they’ll just, they’re gonna fix me? actually, delete you. but yes! wait, what? if you get deleted, you don’t have to worry about department heads, or the future, or lying about being a malfunction! because you’re deleted, right? right! good job! bots! no! stop, he’s escaped! party time! oh, wait a minute… the air is better here! beer, tea… i’m coffee! sorry… ish… so ish e. my old cube! ugh, pinkeye. mike! my name’s not mike… ah! there’s AV bots coming! what, me? just because i’m in the wrong section? holy toledo! what do we do? quick! this way! let’s go! don’t tell anyone you’re about to see this. they’ll never find us down here. where are we? the basement? nope. welcome to the loser lounge, where the emo gees who never get used, hang out. go fish! fishcake with swirls sweep so you won’t cry. sweep so you won’t cry. sweep so you won’t cry. i almost got deleted! me! high five! hey, what’s up high five? they weren’t trying to delete you, they were trying to delete me. you? what’s so important about you that they’d send out an entire team of bots? they say… i’m a malfunction. gasp oh, you bringing malfunctions in here now, high five? for crying out loud, abandoned luggage, that had better not be my leftover chinese food… uh… what chinese food? huh ha! do you have any idea what it’s like to be living large? hashtag blessed? the favorite of the favorites, and then demoted to this pit of despair? here, will you hit my callouses for me? at least you’re a working emoji, that’s all i ever wanted. well, if that’s all it will take you to be satisfied, then just find a hacker and get reprogrammed. it’s not that complicated. where would i find a hacker? in the piracy app, duh. ugh. and who took my clear nail polish? piracy app? to get there, i mean, i have to leave textopolis. so? i’ve done it. would you be a brother. one of the princess emo gees left the phone altogether, now she lives on the cloud… mmm… ooh, that is good. i’m sure the hacker that helped her do that could easily reprogram you. The name’s jailbreak. jailbreak? that’s great? reprogrammed. i just need to get reprogrammed, and then i can finally be the meh i was meh to be! help me find that hacker high five, will you? please? maybe this hacker can help you, too? like, rewrite some code? get you into the favorites sections? wait a minute! ow. i’ve been trying to use my charisma and sensitive entitlement to get me back on top when all I need is a hacker! today’s your lucky day! let’s roll! hey, can i come too? talk to the hand, bretheren. i thought i was… bye, felicia. ciao, fishcake with swirls. daddy’s headed back to the VIPs where he belongs! wait, what about the bots? good point, good point. ow, ow ow, ow… hey… i shouldn’t have picked the cactus. i shouldn’t have picked it. you didn’t even try to get the tree, it’s baffling. let’s go. high five? hello? high five! where are you? i’m right here! here we are! end of the text aisle. no way. come on, gene, it’s perfectly safe! ah! gene, help me! high five! oh no, this is all my fault, high five, I… i’m just messing with you! it’s just one of those rubber finger monster puppets from the eighties, i collected the whole set! alright, you coming? uh, what do i do? what do you mean? just take a step through the other side. this, is it. the next time i come back here, i’ll be a real meh. high five? woah! are you finished? where, where are we? welcome… to the wallpaper! wow. this place is incredible! each app is a whole new world. ow, that’s my face, get off my face, thank you. what is this place? WeChat! it’s like a whole other world! oh, it is. what are they? they’re bubble pups, they might be cute, but man, are they clean. bubble pups? they’re stickers, gene, try to get with the program? this is so cool! wait, what’s in that one! everybody’s talking about themselves! how does he know so many people? none of these people know him, but they like him, and that’s what matters in this life, popularity. uh, i, i think i’d rather just have a real friend. a real friend? how’s that going to get you anywhere? what you need are fans! they give you complete and unrelenting support! as long as you’re on top. poor gene, i blame myself. i blame you, too. i just wanted to be supported. you just wanted a vacation. you take that back, mel. bots, they haven’t found gene by now. he must have skipped town. you mean the wallpaper? our boy’s on the run. how about we find him ourselves? yeah, sure. tell those bots to follow those mehs. i’m sure they’ll know about all those freaky deaky apps Gene would hide out in. i’m really good at making plans, you guys, right? here we are, the piracy app! this is where we’ll find jailbreak. um, but this is, the dictionary app. that’s just what alex wants his parents to think. this is called a skin. really? what could a teenage boy possibly want to hide from his parents? just try to keep up, this place can get a little rough. ahoy mateys, look who’s back! high five! i’m a bit of a celebrity here, always welcome. ow! loser! come on, follow me. oh, great, emo gees! i thought the conversation just got dumber. ugh, internet trolls, just ignore them. eventually, they’ll get a job, or a girlfriend, or some sort of purpose in life, and then they’ll stop. virus, we’ll just, we’ll just walk over this way… hi! it’s so great to see you again! do i know you? it’s spam! just sign here and i can get you special discounts on vitamins and coupon offers that can save you up to 25 percent! 25 percent? nonono no no, don’t get sucked in! back off, spam! it’s the only way to do it. back off! thank you very much! you can illegally download our CD right here! hey, trojan horse, how are you? yeah, what’ll it be had? i’ll have a bottle of… hack, daniels, hmm? maybe with a plate of… cheese, and hackers, kapeesh? you try to buy a hacker, you can just ask, you know. oh, sorry, um, yes. we’re looking for a hacker named jailbreak. oh, i know a guy who could hook you up. right over there. oh, yes. patable. no, not him. her! wait, he’s a she? hey! jailbreak! mind if we join in? yes. that’s the thing about the internet, is that you never know if someone’s being ironic or sincere. i sincerely, unironically want you to go away. ha ha ha ha, so good… so here’s the thing, my friend gene here has a little problem. well, see, i’m supposed to be a meh, but i don’t really feel… yeah, yeah, and we thought that you could help… the princess, you know, off the phone… woah, hold up, that’s not a meh face. bots, they’re after me! how are you doing that? look, it’s just something that i can do, can you help us? follow me. bots, delete my history! i need to wipe my entire hard drive! i made the most delicious cinnamon buns! maybe if there was something to uh, jog my memory? come on! move! hey trolls, wipe our mailbox wearing a tuxedo! hi, it’s so great to see you again! this tunnel will get us out of here! move! get us out of here! move! did that cloud taste sweet to you? ow. ow. ow. help me. help, i’m stuck! sweet motherboard! where am i? candy crush! get me out of here! hey, cornface! try getting him out the top! already on it! hold tight, gene! woah! woah! this feels very off.. and smells. i mean, it smells delicious, but, i still don’t like it! the game obviously thinks you’re a candy, even though you’re, weirdly misshapen, you know? what do i do? stay very still! don’t worry, we’ve got your back! right, high five? hey, fingers! you wanna focus? for your information, i happen to have a sugar addiction, and it’s a very, serious… hey, finger head, we have to get Gene out of the game without blowing him up! i don’t want to blow up! we have to match up the candies so that Gene will drop to the bottom. and we can’t match him with any yellows, or else… oh! don’t do that, please don’t do that. watch. got it? knock 3 in a row, don’t blow gene up, got it. and, we have to be careful. yeah yeah yeah. careful! woo hoo! candy! yo! no no no! don’t do yellow! do NOT do the yellow! i said careful! hey, addie! i… i was just wondering, if, you are… tasty. what? um… delicious. excuse me? sweet. hey addie! uh… hi nikki. see you later, alex sugar crush. ah! i’m so over this. Wireless Repair Service, how may I help you? i’d like to make an appointment. it’s like this phone is playing games with me! woah! hey, what does this do? get me out of here! ooh… suck it in… stop it… stop it… ow ow ow… it’s not working! well, there’s one option left. we line you up with the yellows. but you said not to do that! special candies get transported to that jar. the game might think that you’re a special candy. and… what if it doesn’t think i’m a special candy? well… ah! jailbreak, hello? hello, jailbreak? uh, sorry. what if it doesn’t think i’m a special candy? oh, i’m not too worried about it. alright, just do it. gene, gene! you’re alive! you were trying to see if i had somehow turned into candy, weren’t you? yes i was. and you have not! hey, looks like something popped up on alex’s calender. ah, i’m sure it’s nothing. uh, alex made an appointment at the phone store? calm down, everyone, calm down. don’t worry, everything is fine. maybe alex just wants to buy some accessories. uh, his appointment is with techinical support. well, i’m sure we’ll have plenty of time to figure this out. uh, his appointment is for tomorrow. then maybe it’s just for some routine maintenance? uh, actually, it’s to erase the phone. listen, gene, i’m about to become your knight in shining armor. you are? oh yeah. but first, we need to get uploaded to the cloud. that’s where we’ll find the source code to reprogram you. the… cloud? isn’t that off the phone? ding dingding ding! you got it! mmhm, yeah, the cloud! off the phone! uh! we’re in candy crush, oz, i know a shortcut to just dance, which is right next to dropbox, where we can get uploaded to the cloud. mmhm, of course, just go dive into the dropbox and vroom! hold up, here’s the stinker. before they let us into the cloud, we have to get past this… firewall. the firewall uses face identification. it’s really annoying, because i’ve already tried to get through. guessed wrong once, and now i’m locked out for life. locked out for life? you’re thinking, because i can make different faces, the firewall will think i’m different emo gees! yeah, i wanted to say it, because it was my idea. you know, women are always coming up with stuff that men are taking credit for. you know what, well, let’s hit the road. high five, you coming? i’m coming! why do i always think i’m going to come around on black licorice? ah! oh! my precious… move it! sudden death, here we come! let’s try this one… you tube? wow, what an original treat, and i don’t even need a remote. that guy is so expressive. he reminds me of gene. yes, something’s really wrong here. our son is a malfunction, and you should have never let him go into that cube. don’t blame me for that now, i am hopping mad at you. see? mary, i think we’re being followed, but don’t overreact. uh oh. i told you not to overreact. what are you doing now? i could be in there for hours. hey, where are you going. i think we should go our seperate ways, mel. i thought i knew the meh that i married, but maybe i don’t. but, mary? this tunnel will help us avoid the bots. thanks for helping us. it’s really, really nice of you. NPD, dude. you’re helping me! move along, move it, why so slow? high five, stop, why are you getting so close? back off. i can’t stop now, i’m having a sugar rush! i’m going to go around you. if i stop moving, my heart’s going to explode! coming through, jailbreak! watch out! hey! watch it, knuckle butt! i can’t feel my face! ha ha! jailbreak, you said back there that i’m… helping you. i’ve been trying to get past that firewall for months! ha ha ha ha ha, come on, come on, the faster we go, the faster I can become a favorite! ah ha ha ha ha ha! woo hoo! look at me i just want to bounce out of here, get off the phone, and live on the cloud! hee hee! ow! what just happened! you know, you don’t like it here? there are so many rules here! what is up with that? the cloud’s supposed to be amazing, it’s full of dreams too… oh, sugar crash. i can’t hold on anymore. catch me, gene, catch me! and you can be whoever you want! thanks. we’re free! come on! oh, oh my gosh, my hands are sweating. you know what, come to think of it, i don’t really remember there ever being a hacker emoji. oh, um, you know, you’re taking too much of my brain space, let’s try to keep the chit chat to a minimum. ooh, someone likes you. what are you talking about? this just like when peace sign gave me just one finger, i knew she was in love with me. let’s go! ugh, i’m never eating another piece of candy ever again… high-five, don’t do it! don’t you do it! it’s already been in there once. don’t do it. wow. move it! are my fingers getting fat? i’ll tell you what, this bandage wasn’t so tight before. okay, we get through this app, and dropbox is right on the other side. we just need to keep it super DL in here. and no matter what, we can’t, turn it, on. OMG this turned it on! what? i’m a hand, it’s a big red button! woah. no no no no! what’s happening! welcome to just dance! follow my moves and you get to move forward! do the wrong moves and you get an X! three strikes and you’re out! out? what does she mean by out? digital death. thanks to you, fingers, now we’re going to have to dance our way out. which is alright with me, because I can shake it like michael. or michael’s glove, anyway. Are you ready to daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnnccccccee? this is bad, gene, i can’t dance, i got no groove! come on, everybody can dance! not me, okay? i’m really stiff… see? you don’t… understand? okay, no no. stop, stop. you have to stop. i see now what you are saying? just follow her moves. ready to dance in three! this i can’t do! two! dude! just shut up and… dance! i’m just doing it! hee hee! shamon! jailbreak! i got you! look, just do the music, express yourself! dance? yeah, you got it! now throw some sauce on that dance burrito! woo hoo! i’m doing it! i’m finally nailing this dance! you got it! hee hee! oh ho ho! great job! now you’re moving on to free dance! impress us with your moves to move forward! more dancing? you’re killing it, gene! nice! take it gene! you can break it! wait a minute! i’ve never seen that dance before! what’s it called? the emoji… bob? i love it! you do! everybody! do the emojiiiiiiiiiii bob! ha ha ha! woo! oh! princess! woah! you’re the princess emoji! you never got off the phone! new player! who? oh no! we gotta go! no worry, they’re robots, they can’t dance! downloading thought protocol… can’t dance, he says. heh. hey alex, you gonna dance for us? alex, that’s extra homework for you. yeah, alex’s getting wicked, ha ha ha… alex must be deleting the app! watch out! we gotta get out of here! come on! hoo! this song is my jam! high five! come on! let’s go! hurry! gene! i got you! gene! gene… hey, wait a minute, where’s high five? alex trashed the app.. and high five right along with it. wait, what? wait, trashed? high five is in the trash? he wanted to dance… but, i knew it was a bad idea… i’m so sorry… we gotta get him out of there. gene, dropbox is right here, we have to get to the cloud! and the trash is on the other side of the phone! we don’t know how many other bots are out there! i’m sorry! no, wait! i can’t go without high five. i don’t care how far away it is. gene… that’s my friend down there. i’m not going to just let him get deleted. what, what is it? i’ve always just thought, you’ve got to look out for number one… but what good is it to be number one, if there aren’t any other numbers? wow, okay. i’m sorry, this is, this is my malfunction, i just, i can’t be meh about anything, this is why i’m going to be reprogrammed. well, actually, it’s kinda cool. wait, really? no, i think i know a shortcut. we can take the music streams in spotify. let’s go give that big hand a hand. come on! now it’s trashed the just dance app, and our bots are offline, and it’s giving me a real headache… i am so angry! i really need to stay happy. can we please lighten the mood? no one can resist la fiesta! ole! not that happy. ow! we’ve only got four hours before alex’s phone appointment. if they find a malfunction on the phone, we are all going to be wiped! she said wiped! aim higher, steven. i didn’t want to have to do this, but it is fun to press buttons. the illegal upgrade! now that makes me happy! ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! i just want to dance.. dance… argh! quiet, you saucy gypsy. ugh, where am i? hi! it’s so great to see you again! you’re in the trash, fingers for brains! get away from me, troll! hi! it’s so great to see you again! i’ve got to get out of here. you can’t! and at the end of the day, the trash gets emptied, and we’re all going to die! oh no, no, no! this is the last face you will ever see! this is spotify? yep, every one of those streams is a different song. is it safe? are you sure that this is a good idea? that’s the point of the wave, dude! can we at least pick a… a colorless stream? okay buzzkill… alex, a bunch of people are hitting the promenade, and i think addie might be there, too… that’s perfect! i have an appointment down there, anyway! i’ve got to get this phone fixed! hey, bubble butt! yeah. ah, much better. so, i gotta ask, is it true that when a princess whistles, birds fly down from the skies.. hello, stereotype, that is a complete and total myth! i’m sorry. did you realize that in the first emoji set, a woman can either be a princess, or a bride? that’s why I need to get to the cloud, where you can be whatever you want to be! get ready! whale song coming! wait, wait, whale what? whale song! from alex’s biology DVD! woah! wow! woah! ha ha ha ha. you’re not going to see that sitting around in a cube. funny, you went out of the cube, and I went in. gene, that means you can’t be yourself. what’s the point? you know, i think you’re pretty cool just the way you are. we’re, we’re going to need this. nobody knows, the touchscreen dramascene. nobody knows my screenshot… trash? me? i used to be somebody. here i am, in an old email Alex never sent. addie, blah blah blah blah blergh… and then there’s me! high five! right there! doing my job! FYI, nobody cares about you. just leave me, troll, and let me die! in this dump alone! let me look for the world’s smallest violin in here, so that you can play it! is that the hand angel of mercy? has she finally come for me? give me your hand! i mean, give me yourself! take my hand, angel! i’m ready to take my place amongst the other great hands of the past. it’s me, gene! gene? the one and only. gene! i got him! take me with you! high five! let go of me! you’d leave me down here? you were wrong, troll, people do care about me! and i’m not upset, troll! do you see how not upset I am? gene! you came back for me! you saved me… it wasn’t just me, jailbreak helped, too. she’s a hugger. give her a squeeze. oh, nonono no. not really, nothing great. i’m not feeling your feelings, relieve me! you filthy trolls, I inhaled your stench, and I was once one of you, so I feel your pain. so now, go. be free! smooth sailing from here. huh ha ha! ugh. gene! gene… gene? are you insta gramming? oh, where is my gene… oh, mary, you’ve really done it this time. no, you haven’t. mel? what are you doing in alex’s trip to france album? i was looking for you. none of this is your fault, mary. it’s mine. what do you mean? is that a tear on your cheek? it’s my fault gene is the way he is. i have other expressions, too. i think they’ve just been buried away. but with gene going missing, and thinking i might have lost you, too… oh, mel, why didn’t you tell me? i didn’t know myself. right now, i’m so overwhelmed with passionate feelings for you. mary, my love for you burns with the intensity of a red hot flame. oh, i like it. let’s go find our son. together. we’ll always have paris, mary. so you’re a princess. so you have a little tiara, very fancy. is it true when a princess whistles, birds fly that’s what i said! no, guys, that’s a stupid myth! what awkward virgin haven are you living in? go read an e-book! educate yourself! uh, jailbreak? what the? what is that? smiley must have upgraded her bots! let’s get out of here before it… hi, do you remember me, it’s smiler! i’m coming to you live from the amphitheater, why don’t you come back to textopolis and we can talk through our differences, okay? my friend here will escort you, alright, i’m gonna see you soon, buddy, bye now! we’re actually going to delete them in front of everyone. psst, it’s still on. it’s still on? oh! jiminy, attack the frauds! seperate! take a look! jailbreak! gene! this way! it’s still onto me! over here! let’s go! we have to make it to dropbox! yes! no! go low! woah! don’t worry, it can’t get in. it’s illegal malware, and this app is secure. come on. welcome to dropbox! you are about to leave the phone. remain seated, please! permanecer sentados por favor! might want to hang on! why do they call it dropbox, anyway? oh, this is why! i see why now! i’d better not see that candy corn again! we made it! you guys, chill. we still have to get past… that. oh… shaw. welcome to the firewall, how may I help you? alright, here goes! what should I do? sit in the corner, and don’t say a word. keep those soft fingers to yourself. yes, your majesty, princess of nightmares! now gene, step onto the password icon, and i’ll feed you the passwords. okay. okay. ten, eleven, two thousand and two. ten, eleven, two thousand and two. ow. cough. access denied. okay, try a different expression. is it going to blast me every time i messed up? yeah, kind of. what do you mean kind of? ready? welcome to the firewall. his favorite food. chimichangas! chimichangas? ow. access denied. huh. this might take a while. oh boy. krav maga! krav maga. major lazer! major lazer. what did i do now? ow. skate, or die! access denied. denied. denied. denied. i don’t get it! we’ve tried all of the important things in alex’s life! his favorite pet, his sport, his favorite grandma… i’m sorry, gene. i let us all down. now, if I had to come up with a password, I’d probably use the name of a girl I like. i’ve been all over the phone! he’s never mentioned a girl. yes he has! hi. when I was in the trash, I read a very interesting email, but, i’m just a dunce, in the corner, forbidden to speak… what email? sorry, what? what email? uh, took it out, at school, he was declaring his feelings of love for her, i guess instead of sending it he tossed it in the trash. high five, this is very important. what is her name? her name, yes! excellent question. it… was… tina. karen. marge. lint, lindsay. ack, allison. sarah, or, lupita. i want to say lupita, but that doesn’t feel right, now i’m saying it out loud. ugh.. gotta find that email, i think i can access the trash. i got it! addie! yes! yes, that’s it, addie! i knew i’d get there! dear addie, you and I, we are like diamonds in the sky. you’re a shooting star I see. a vision, ecstacy. shining bright like a diamond. he used a high-five, see? guess now we know why he trashed it. ooh, shade. guys, should we try this? addie! access granted. oh snap. this place, is, amazing. wow, i can’t believe it. woah. one little emoji could sure get lost in a place like this. i… i guess we should, make you, a meh before that bot comes back home. oh, oh, so we’re gonna do that now. we had a deal, right? yeah, okay. right. i, uh, guess i’ll start hacking. ha! we did it, gene! all our dreams are coming true! i’ll be alex’s favorite again, and you’ll be a real meh! ha ha, yeah! do the hand dance. do the hand dance. and pinky. pop it with the pinky. pop it with the pinky. yeah, but this all seems kinda super fast now, doesn’t it? i didn’t expect to be having these feelings right now. well, maybe you should go and express them while you still can. so, uh, i’ve been thinking, um, ever since we. jailbreak, you’re the coolest, most interesting emoji i’ve ever met. and, after all the adventures that we’ve had, i’m just not sure that i want all of that to go away. because, my feelings, right now, are, like, huge. i just think that they could be enough for me to want to stay the way that I am. if it means that i could stay here, with you, like, forever. forever and ever. and ever. maybe longer than that, even? like in the fairy tales. uh… wait, wuh, what is that? gene, if this is about you deciding not to be meh, then, i am all about that. i like you just the way you are, but i had a plan. right. i’m not just some princess, gene, waiting for my prince. i mean, uh, what you said was beautiful, but, gene… ha ha ha! you’re all… meh! the source code worked! turns out I didn’t need it. for the first time in life, meh is all I feel. oh! gene! i have an appointment. i’m a little early. no prob. i can take you right now. jailbreak! ah! don’t do that! that freaking huge bot has got gene back inside the phone! what? he left being more meh than the meh-est meh face i’ve seen! what did you say to him? it’s what I didn’t say. we gotta go get him. how are we going to get there in time before he gets deleted? ugh.. i can’t believe i’m doing this. you tell anyone you saw this and I’ll crack more than those knuckles. woah. birds do like princesses! it’s not a myth! it’s not a myth at all! what happened with becoming a favorite? because i’d rather have one real friend. let’s go get him. i can’t wait to see that emoji’s face! look at that expression! is that for realizing that you’ve put all of textopolis at risk? causing Alex to question our reliability? hmm? hey, now that’s going too far, even for me! if we could delete this malfunction, before he gets dissapointed, Alex will realize there’s nothing wrong with the phone. and any last words? meh. well, it’s too late for that. delete him! wait! you delete gene, you’ll have to delete me, too. what? i have the same malfunction gene has. dad? oh gosh, i don’t know what to do! yes i do! BOTS! sorry misses meh. wow. i did not see that one coming. smiler, I think you might be making too much stink out of all this. oh really? how about you’re next? i was wrong, gene. i should have believed in you all along. oh, what a touching daddy son reunion moment! it reminds me of the time I deleted you both! oh wait! that’s this time! delete the two malfunctions! How’s that for an entroof gasp oh, great. I can’t reach! oh no! what did you do to my beautiful monst Ow my tooth! hand, button! jailbreak? oh, gene… you really are a meh… what happened to looking out for number one? being number one doesn’t matter if there aren’t any other numbers. alex’s appointment! he’s deleting the phone! nononono no no no no! show me alex. are you sure you want to delete everything? do it! red alert! alex, no! game over. fellas, i’m afraid this is the last call. dude, addie’s here. you should go over. every time I try, i screwed up! i don’t even know how to tell her how I feel! if we help alex connect to addie, maybe he won’t delete us. i might be able to bypass the wipe and get a text through to him. but we’ll only have time to send one. maybe I should go! he has love in his eyes. send me! alex looks nervous, too! he’s more shy than nervous! stop! it’s gene. he’s all of those things! emo gees should only be one thing! oh, really? gasp the princess! linda? not now, mom! gene, you got this. that’s not me anymore. but I have to try. it’s starting! no! it’s ending! almost in? working on it! mom? dad? no.. i’m in! last time I was in this cube I screwed everything up. gene, why do you think I came back? it’s because of you. me. it’s all inside of you, gene. just try to bring it back. and do you. high five! i don’t want to wave goodbye! it’s now or never, gene! jailbreak, now! woah! she got this emoji! no way! hey, i got your text! that’s one super cool emoji! i know, right? a lot of feelings in one! i get it! i like that you’re one of those guys who actually expresses feelings! yeah, that’s me! so, do you think you cou yes, i’d love to go to the dance with you. we made it! oh, i could have lost you, peter pinky finger… oh, you wretchy ring finger, even you, tiberius thumb… change your mind? yeah, maybe it’s weird, but i’m going to hold onto it. gene, you did it! you saved us all! oh, mel… gee hee eene! gee hee hee heene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! gene! and us! and high five! and high five! and high five! and high five! hey, what happened, gene? slap me some skin! and a little orange for the pinky! hey high five! save a little hand for later! unless you know the hamburger! back on top of the hand pile! you’re not on the list! wait, what? what’s going on? ha! from now on, everyone is welcome! wait, what is all this? it’s for you, gene! everybody! the emoji bob! this is so jazzy… go eggplant! go eggplant! go eggplant! we are out of Alex’s pocket, emo gees! this is not a butt dial! to your cubes! are we up and running? roger that. good, because we got incoming! looks like it’s gonna be gene. hey gene, ready to try out your new cube? in 3, 2…

anonymous asked:

Omg could i get rfa+saeran+v reaction to mc calling them drunk because mc is spending christmas all alone and is like "lol btw i love u lmaoooooo isnt that funny anyway this wine is really strong wow but i love u ahahahahha im so alone" (ALSO CONGARTS ON 404 FOLLOWERS AND HOPE U BOTH HAVE HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!)

A/N: AAAAA THANK YOU! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! <3 HOPE EVERYONE HAS/HAD A GOOD DAY!!! IF NOT LEMME KNOW AND I’LL SEND YOU THE BIGGEST HUG AND THE SWEETEST WORDS I CAN MUSTER UP ~Admin 404

OMG THIS SOUNDS LIKE A SUPER COOL PROMPT THANK YOU NONNIE. I HOPE ALL YOU GUYS HAVE HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND HAVE SOME FUN TIMES WITH THE PEOPLE YOU’RE CLOSEST WITH <3 LOVE YOU (aggressivelydrunkoffloverightnowomg) ~ Admin 626

*YOOSUNG:

-He’s the one who called you!
-Just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas again (not like he said it 50,000 other times today)
-He knew you were spending it alone and felt really bad about it!
-Offered to spend it with you but you insisted you were okay, and that he should go spend it with his family!
-Once you answered, he wished you Merry Christmas and listened for a little bit as you rambled off a thank you
-You sounded a little funny? You words kept slurring and he wasn’t sure what was wrong
-”Oh, no. No no. I’m not okay.”
-P A N I C
-”I’ve a little too much to drink tonight. I didn’t even realize I had that much? But hey, ya know, you’re rreeeaaaalllllllyyyyy cute. I’d love to let you show me that you’re really a man.”
-Stuttered out that he had to go and that he hopes you sleep soon, and blushed SO HARD for the rest of the night!!

*JUMIN:

-Jumin is actually really sad that you’re alone on Christmas
- he might have had a little too much wine as well
-You two were in the messenger for .5 seconds before you decided to just call him and talk
- totally not because you couldn’t see straight enough to type anymore
-”HEYA MR. TRUSTFUND KID, WASSSSSSUP”
-???? MC? What a weird greeting
-You asked him about his day, so he told you every detail. He started to trail off and talk about C&R’s stocks, when you suddenly interrupted him
-”Damn Jumin, you’re real cute. I just love you. Like, wow. How can I get you to love me like Elizabeth? Should I wear cat ears? *whispers to self* holy shit i should buy cat ears”
-He was shocked! Did you just drunkenly admit you love him?? He knew his feelings towards you, so all he did was respond with,
-”MC. I love you as well. I think you’re extremely fascinating. Now, what was that about cat ears?”

*SAEYOUNG:

-He understood that you wanted to be alone, he’s been the same way for years
-What he couldn’t understand, though, was why you kept texting him about aliens?
-Normally he’d just play along, because he sends you the same type of texts, but…
-The amount of rambling and typos makes him think you’re possibly drunk
-When you called him, he was excited to see what your drunken mind had to say to him
- afterall, sometimes drunken minds are the ones that’ll speak all of the truth
-He sat through all of your rambling about aliens and carols, but didn’t expect what you said next
-”Ya know, you’re such a dork. But you’re a great dork. I love you. I lllloooovvveee you. Hearts beating, hearts soaring, yeeeeaaaahhh!”
- Saeyoung.exe has stopped working. Please reboot. HE WAS AS RED AS HIS HAIR. AND YOUR GIGGLE AFTERWARDS? HE DIED. THEN AND THERE. RIP SAEYOUNG.
-”MC you…you’re just so cute. You’re going to kill me, do you know that?? Don’t worry, I have this recorded so I can replay it for you in the morning, when you forget~”

*SAERAN:

-Why did you want to be alone
-You have him now, just hang out with him
- MC I’M LONELY JUST FUCKING SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH ME
-Wants to treat you like a princess but nnnoooooooooo you gotta stay home alone
-Freaked out at the fact you haven’t texted him in a while??
-The moment he saw your name pop up on his phone, he answered it
-Before he got to talk though, he could hear you talking to yourself, slurring your words
-You realize he picked up the phone and you were so excited!! “SAERAAAAAAAAAAN~ Hhhhiiiiiiii~ I might have drank to much but that’s okay, but I gotta tell you something. I have a secret. *giggle* sshhh, listen,,,,,, I looooove you! Yes I do! I do I do! *giggle*”
-Honestly SUPER SHOCKED that you love him? And that you admitted it? Holy shit? Quickly regains his composure and fucking smirks this lil shit
-”Oh, do you? Go ahead, go on. You love me? I love you too. Now, tell me how you’d show me just how much you love me…” woah there saeran, woah, down boy, down

*ZEN

- he didn’t get why you wanted to be alone??
- This boy got you SO many gifts and he has to give it to you on Christmas Eve and not Christmas???
-MCwhyhaveyouhaveforsakenme
-Zenwhyisurhoeassalwayssodramatic

- His face lights up when you call, omfg he’s so excited and his chest feels fuzzy
- “RAT TAIL!!! You’re so handsome *hiccup*”
- he’s really shocked because when do you drink? You don’t even take a sip of wine at the RFA parties, wtfisthis
- waitwhathELLDOYOUMEANBYRATTAIL
- “MC…are you drunk?”
- “Nooo…well, only a little bit *giggle*, I’m drunk on my love for youuu~” MCtIdon’tthinkthat’showitssaidbuturdrunkoffurasssoit’sokay
- HE’S SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT FROM YOU THOUGH???
- THIS IS THE FIRST TIME HE’S HEARD YOU SAY ANYTHING ABOUT LOVING HIM
- youbetyoursweetassthisboyisgoingtothrowpartybecauseofthis
- “Princess, I know you won’t remember this, but I love you. I love all your quirks, mistakes, giggles, and stupid jokes. I love every single piece of you. I love all the bad times and good times ahead with you. I love you more than any obstacle that we’ll have to overcome. I just love you so much.”

*JAEHEE

- she didn’t really mind that you wanted to spend Christmas alone
- Jumin was probably going to make her work anyway hoeasstrustfundkidstophURTINGMYBAEHEE
- Luckily she got a day off but she felt so lonely without you!!!
- it’s okay though, she respects your privacy
- but when she hears your ring tone, she runs to her phone andtripsandknocksstuffoverontheway
- “Merry Chrismas!!! I bet you’d make a good Mrs. Claus…omg can you wear a mrs. claus themed outfit next year? *hiccup*  eVEN BETTER CAN YOU WEAR CHRISTMAS THEMED LINGERIE?
- omg the poor baehee is so flustered, first ur drunk and now you say this?? You’retryingtokillher
- “I don’t think that would be very appropriate, MC…”
- “Why noooot? My mom always told me when two people loved each other, they do a little…frick frack *giggle*”
-wowMCushouldwriteabookonhowtobeseductive
- “I mean your mom isn’t wrong, but-”
- W A I T
- you just said love
- oh my god you love her and she loves you

- “MC, I’m going to come over, is that alright?” sheneedstokissyouohmygod
- “Yeah~ Just don’t wear anything, you’re so pretty with nothing on~~~”
- omgMCurbadatthis

*V

- This poor soul is so lost when you say you want to spend Christmas alone
- he obviously respects your space, but this lil bby just wanted snuggles, Christmas movies, and hot chocolate
-MCyoureamonster
- he’s so excited when he hears your ringtone!!! Hahacausehecantseeurnameonthescreenimsowitty
- but when he answers he hears sobbing?
- W H A T
- he always knew you were a crying drunk buT IT WAS NEVER THIS BAD???
- “Hi V.. *sniffle* you know you’re cool right? Like you make my heart beat fast and i catch my breath when i look at you kind of cool? Because you’re really cool *sniffle* and it really hurts you know? *SOBBING* because I just love you so much and i know you’re terrified of a commitment like that again  and Rika was your sun and I can’t ever compare *moresobbing* And I just feel so bad because you had to go through all that pain and things never worked for you two because you just deserve the world V. You’re so precious and pure; you don’t deserve anything you’ve gotten”
- holy shit
- you’re in love with him???

- Oh man you’re right this boy is so terrified
- But he is sure of one thing
- He may be scared to love you right now, but he will NOT walk away from this
- “Listen MC. Never compare yourself to Rika, okay? But if you’re going to, I want you to know this. Yes, she was my sun, but you know what you are? You’re my moon. You shine so brightly that I can see my way out of the dark. You’re the one who guides me. Nothing, and I mean nothing, can ever compare to what you mean to me. I may not be ready now, but I can say with certainty that one day, I will say “I love you”.”
-youtotallydidn’tgigglewhenhesaid”icanseemywayoutofthedark”

@RafaelMatchmakerCasal

Note: This was not requested. I just wanted to do a Twitter thing. I hope you enjoy.

Wordcount: 1108

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: A bit of swearing (??) Also this is unedited because I have no surplus energy in life.

Originally posted by neighborhoodz


February 12 / 12:30

@RafaelCasal:

So, @Y/N said in an interview, that she has a celebrity crush. Is that by any chance @DaveedDiggs?

@RafaelCasal:

Because that would be really cute and they should totally date.

@RafaelCasal:

Just saying, I support @Y/N and @DaveedDiggs dating.

February 20 / 23:02

@RafelCasal:
So, a little birdie told informed me that you indeed do have a crush on @DaveedDiggs – Is that true, @Y/N?

@Y/N:
Talking to @TheEllenShow today was great. Got to talk about my book and we talked a bit about celebrity crushes. Btw @RafaelCasal I still won’t tell you who my celebrity crush is.

@RafaelCasal:
I’ll get it out of you at some point @Y/N just you wait.

February 21 / 10:05

@DaveedDiggs:
Working on a secret project with @Y/N you guys are going to love it.

@RafaelCasal:
@DaveedDiggs @Y/N Oh, really? Is that project called a relationship?

@DaveedDiggs:
@Y/N Who invited @RafaelCasal?

@Y/N:
@DaveedDiggs No idea. Maybe we should just go out alone tonight and ignore him?

@RafaelCasal:
@DaveedDiggs @Y/N If you two are going on a date you are more than welcome to go alone.

@DaveedDiggs:
@RafaelCasal is officially a dick.

February 21 / 15:04

@Y/N:
Last night was amazing. Had a great time with @DaveedDiggs and @RafaelCasal

@DaveedDiggs:
Had a great night with @Y/N and @RafaelCasal last night. @RafaelCasal is still a dick, though.

@RafaelCasal:
Last night was amazing. @Y/N and @DaveedDiggs still aren’t dating, though.

March 3 / 12:00

@Y/N:
Our secret project is finally out. Had a lot of fun working with the amazing @DaveedDiggs and the rest of clipping. Check it out on @clppng ‘s Youtube.

@DaveedDíggs:
Check out @clppng ‘s new track featuring the lovely @Y/N over on our Youtube channel.

@RafaelCasal:
@DaveedDiggs @Y/N Are you two flirting?

 March 5 / 20:34

@Y/N:
The music video for our former secret project is now out! – Head over to @clppng ‘s channel on Youtube to check it out

@RafaelCasal:
Check out @clppng and @Y/N ‘s music video out on Youtube. It’s amazing!

@DaveedDiggs:
Had a great time working with lovely @Y/N during the last couple of months. Hoping to get to work to something again soon.

March 14 / 13:12

@Y/N:
@DaveedDiggs If you tell us your celebrity crush, I’ll tell you mine?

@DaveedDiggs:
@Y/N I’m in.

@Y/N:
@DaveedDiggs You first.

@DaveedDiggs:
@Y/N Cute. But no. You were the one who wanted to do this.

@Y/N:
@DaveedDiggs Not going to happen.

@DaveedDiggs
@Y/N Too bad. Guess we’ll never know then.

March 17 / 16:31

@Y/N:
Revealing my celebrity crush tonight in an interview with @FallonTonight on @NBC be sure to check it out. It’s your turn now @DaveedDiggs

March 18 / 09:00

@DaveedDiggs:
Apparently, @Y/N revealed last night on @FallonTonight that I am her celeb crush. So, guess it’s my turn then. My celeb crush is @Y/N

March 30 / 19:12

@RafaelCasal:
@DaveedDiggs @Y/N So are you guys finally dating?

April 3 / 10:24

@Y/N:
Had a great night out with @DaveedDiggs last night. Was fun meeting some of your guys, please don’t ever stop being so amazing supporters. <3

@DaveedDiggs:
Going out for dinner last night with @Y/N was great, but meeting you guys with her was even better. Stay amazing.

@RafaelCasal:
@DaveedDiggs @Y/N Why was I not invited? ;)

@DaveedDiggs:
@RafaelCasal I don’t know, maybe because you won’t shut up?

@Y/N:
@RafaelCasal because you won’t shut that pretty mouth of yours.

@RafaelCasal:
@DaveedDiggs Your girlfriend is flirting with me.

April 7 / 12:14

@RafaelCasal:
It’s official! @Y/N and @DaveedDiggs shared their first kiss last night! Look it up, kids. I’m not lying!

@RafaelCasal:
I don’t care about anything else right now, Daveed fucking kissed her. Finally!

@RafaelCasal:
@Y/N @DaveedDiggs I am the best matchmaker, right?

April 10 / 21:39

@RafaelCasal:
Working on a new track with the love birds.

@Y/N:
@RafaelCasal Who are the love birds? I thought you would be working with @DaveedDiggs and me.

@DaveedDiggs:
@RafaelCasal @Y/N Yeah. I don’t know which love birds you are talking about, friend.

April 28 / 12:30

@RafaelCasal:
The new track featuring @Y/N and @DaveedDiggs is live on my Youtube channel now!

@DaveedDiggs:
You heard the man. @RafaelCasal ‘s new track featuring @Y/N and I is live on his Youtube now.

@Y/N
You heard my boys. @RafaelCasal ‘s new track featuring @DaveedDiggs and I is live on his Youtube now. We won’t disappoint.

June 3 / 18:34

@RafaelCasal:
@Y/N @DaveedDiggs Why don’t you guys ever tweet each other anymore?

June 4 / 10:33

@DaveedDiggs:
@RafaelCasal Because now I actually get to see her every day.

@RafaelCasal
An important note might be that @DaveedDiggs and @Y/N finally moved in together and are officially dating. Have been dating unofficially since the release of their first song, though. Just thought you should know.

July 1 / 12:30

@Y/N:
Going to Miami with @DaveedDiggs for the next two weeks. Take care of @RafaelCasal while we’re gone, please? He needs to be fed 3 times a day and you need to keep him hydrated.

@RafaelCasal:
@Y/N @DaveedDiggs I’ll stay full on your love.

July 14 / 04:30

@DaveedDiggs:
@Y/N and I are Back in LA now. Heading to bed to get some sleep. Love you all.

September 3 / 10:32

@Y/N:
Oh, how time flies. 6 months and I still love you just as much.

@DaveedDiggs:
@Y/N Love you more.

@Y/N:
@DaveedDiggs Oh, I wasn’t talking about you… I was talking about our track. But I love you too

December 18 / 21:22

@Y/N:
So as you all probably know; Daveed is on tour and probably won’t make it home for Christmas.

December 21 / 20:29

@Y/N:
@DaveedDiggs Can you just come home, please?

@DaveedDiggs:

@Y/N I miss you too babe.

December 24 / 24:00

@DaveedDiggs:
@Y/N Merry Christmas baby. Now, could you please let me in? It’s getting a bit cold out here.

@Y/N:
So apparently @DaveedDiggs is back. Am I happy? Definitely. Merry Christmas to all of you.

March 3 / 12:10

@DaveedDiggs:
Hey @Y/N ?

@Y/N:
Hey, @DaveedDiggs ?

@DaveedDiggs:
@Y/N Just wanted to let you know that it has been a year and I still love you just as much. Happy anniversary babe. <3

@Y/N:
@DaveedDiggs I love you more. Happy anniversary. <3

@DaveedDiggs:
@Y/N Can you come to the living room? I need to ask you something.

March 4 / 10:22

@Y/N:
So… Apparently, my dude, my man @DaveedDiggs and I are getting married now

@RafaelCasal:
@Y/N @DaveedDiggs Was that what he wanted to ask you yesterday?

@Y/N:
@RafaelCasal Yes?

@RafaelCasal:
@Y/N @DaveedDiggs I knew it! The mission was a success! I am officially the best matchmaker.

@DaveedDiggs:
@RafaelCasal Get of your high horse, Rafa.

Gift Exchange (Leonard Snart x Reader)

Leonard Snart x Reader. Where the reader is a Meta and part of team flash has gotten/made a christmas gift for him and Leonard is all like “I told you not to fall in love with me.” as a joke and the reader says “Haven’t you realised yet I don’t ever listen to what you tell me?” and Len is just floored by the idea that she basically admitted she loves him.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, Aga from Poland. :D I really love your fics. If you have time I have a prompt: It’s Derek birthday after he leaves town and Stiles drunk dialing. Bonus if Sheriff walks in and take his phone and wishes Derek happy birthday.

Oh, thank you!! <3

Since the fandom’s pretty much agreed that Derek’s birthday is on Christmas, I decided to use that here. Hope you enjoy!!

He’s had entirely too much eggnog to be left alone with his phone. His dad should know that. His friends should definitely know that.

But Scott’s busy, caught up in some kind of mating dance with Allison that involves hanging out awkwardly in doorways under the mistletoe and sending her sad eyes, and Lydia’s keeping Allison company at the other side of the room while she sends covert, longing glances back. His dad’s laughing with Melissa with that love-struck sort of look that’s been building up in his eyes for years long now, and probably hadn’t even noticed Stiles swiping the bottle, adding way too much rum after he’d ducked back into the kitchen with it. It’s a holiday, after all, and he’s allowed to have a drink to celebrate.

His dad just didn’t specify how much drink the drink was allowed to have.

So when Stiles ends up in his bedroom, staring at his phone, it’s everyone’s fault, really, and no one’s. Honestly it feels kind of inevitable. Him lying in his room, on the outskirts of the mating dances, scrolling idly through his contact list until he pauses on a familiar number. He has it memorized even though he probably shouldn’t, but this might not be the first time he’s opened up his contact list to stare at it these past few weeks. To look at the name typed out over the digits, to wonder at the way so few letters can leave his chest writhing with so many unresolved feelings.

He lifts his thumb, brushes across the short word fondly, and jumps as the phone registers an attempt to call and starts dialing.

Stiles seriously shouldn’t be surprised that it happened. He’s a clumsy, melancholy drunk, and it’s about time he accepts it.

The phone continues to ring while he stares, transfixed, at the tiny image of a phone blinking on his screen. Connecting… connecting…

It’s the phone’s fault, he decides. That stupid, sensitive touch screen, stirring up trouble by calling people it has no business in calling, just because Stiles had been maybe brushing his thumb across that name, thinking about hearing that stupid grumpy voice. And so maybe he’d been imagining the smooth screen was a rough, stubble-covered jaw, been half lost in imagining what it might feel like under his fingers… but that’s no reason for his phone to go ahead and call him.

And Derek’s surprised too, it seems like, because while Stiles is busy scowling at the stupid device, he answers, and there’s a startled lilt in his voice when he says Stiles’ name.

Stiles should probably just say he’d dialed the wrong number, or shoot out a quick, cheerful “Merry Christmas” and let that be that.

“You’re not here,” is what slips out instead, his hands clenching a little, his lips twisting into a pout that probably carries into his tone.

There’s a short silence from Derek’s end, and then an amused huff of air.

“Are you just noticing that?”

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marauders x 100 midnight thoughts
  1. “I wonder why McGonagall wears that hat all the time”
  2. “dyou guys think Evans would say yes if I asked her to Hogsmeade?”
  3. “I really do have fabulous hair, dont I?” “shut up, Padfoot.”
  4. “I could use a butterbeer right now”
  5. “if we cut our hair, would our animagi form be shaved?”
  6. “I should not have eaten that second piece of pie”
  7. “where IS Sirius??”
  8. “I wonder if anyone lives on the moon”
  9. “its so bloody dark in here”
  10. “did any of you see that cat in Dumbledore’s office?”
  11. “why are there so many staircases?”
  12. “why does Padfoot get all the girls”
  13. “I really hate tomatoes”
  14. “could I learn to actually speak dog?”
  15. “I’m seriously considering sneaking out”
  16. “why do we keep so much stuff on the floor?”
  17. “MERLIN’S BEARD Moony, your books weigh tons!”
  18. “what was that crashing noise? is someone sneaking out???”
  19. “did we have herbology homework?”
  20. “I need to get less linty socks”
  21. “why do americans think tomato rhymes with potato?”
  22. “I hope I didn’t fail that exam…”
  23. “how did I get stuck with Wormtail for a nickname”
  24. “we need to add the new passage to the map”
  25. “how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?”
  26. “I just realised I’m not wearing any pants”
  27. “any particular reason Padfoot isn’t wearing pants?”
  28. “how many days until the holidays?”
  29. “I really fancy a chocolate frog about now”
  30. “to whom it may concern: I’ll kill you for eating all the chocolate frogs”
  31. “how best to ask Evans to Hogsmeade…”
  32. “don’t be surprised if I’m not at lessons tomorrow”
  33. “I can’t BELIEVE we lost that match”
  34. “full moon next week.. we’d better start preparing”
  35. “stars above, Wormtail, where have you been hiding all that food?”
  36. “but what do the Muggles use the internet for
  37. “just because you’ve grown up magical doesn’t mean we all have”
  38. “that idiot Malfoy set my robes on fire this morning”
  39. “double transfiguration tomorrow”
  40. “and McGonagall is already onto us…”
  41. “I still do not understand how she could hang out with him
  42. “brooding about Snivellus again, Prongs?”
  43. “midnight is my brooding time”
  44. “I absolutely cannot take another holiday with my abysmal family”
  45. “Prongs, I’m cold” “Padfoot you idiot you’ve left the window open”
  46. “where’s the light coming from? whuzzat?”
  47. “one more chapter guys, then I promise I’m done”
  48. “remind me to deck you in the morning, Prongs”
  49. “running low on Honeydukes supply…”
  50. “tomorrow, homework. tonight, we prank the Slytherins.”
  51. “Prongs, why are you making the annoyed deer noise?”
  52. “we’re just… stuck here in school while a war happens. it’s infuriating”
  53. “now is not the right time to be existential”
  54. “yeah, or to have a death wish”
  55. “do you ever wanna just…. leave”
  56. “why am I even friends with you”
  57. “dogs are man’s best friend, remember?”
  58. “I think I should write inspirational sayings for a living”
  59. “I’m hungry. let’s bribe the house elves into letting us into the kitchen”
  60. “you are literally always hungry. shut up”
  61. “that thing you’re thinking? stop thinking it”
  62. “but like… why do you think my animagus is a rat?”
  63. “I’m emotionally unstable, Padfoot”
  64. “everything is louder when you’re a dog”
  65. “hold up. you’re telling me we were supposed to attend classes today?”
  66. “it’s a tuesday, idiot. of course we were meant to be in class”
  67. “that one girl… looking at us weirdly… she knOWS OUR SECRET !!!”
  68. “paranoia doesn’t suit you, Moony”
  69. “my feet… so cold… of all the unfairness…”
  70. “road trip. what we need is a road trip. all five of us.”
  71. five of us, Prongs? when did we become five?’
  72. “when His Royal Dorkishness finally convinced Lily he wasn’t a jerk”
  73. “we could take a car, a real muggle one !”
  74. “I call shotgun.” “you can’t call shotgun on a nonexistent trip” “watch me”
  75. “I’m adopting a bird” “you already have a bird. feathery, delivers mail?”
  76. “why doesn’t Hogwarts have a musical?”
  77. “okay but hear me out…” “nothing good ever started with that”
  78. “burn it. you can’t fool me, Pads, I saw the letter from your mum. burn it.”
  79. “is your hair… in braids ??????????
  80. “how do you think people would react if I just started wearing a tiara”
  81. “better pay attention in defence next week- werewolf unit”
  82. “who exactly does our laundry? its not me. is it you? dumbledore?”
  83. “the house elves, you dolt, the house elves”
  84. “yeah, and all my clothes are darks. whats up with that?”
  85. “it’s a side effect of being punk rock, I think”
  86. “I’ve got ten galleons on that match tomorrow, make me proud Prongs”
  87. “can you make sure Lily’s watching?”
  88. “you should look over at her every 2-3.5 minutes to make sure”
  89. “actually I think I’ll just appoint Moony to watch her the whole time”
  90. “but why… do we wear shoes… or even socks…”
  91. “guYs I’m an artist !!!! I drew a smiley with perfect proportions!”
  92. “oh so Padfoot can have a man bun but on me it just looks weird?”
  93. “is someone hurt ??? there’s wailing?? are you dYing ??????” 
  94. “nah, Wormtail’s just singing in the shower again”
  95. “merry christmas!” “mate its april go back to sleep”
  96. “I’ve got it. I’ll send myself a flattering howler and then lily will hear…”
  97. “…and think you’re a self absorbed idiot. face it, Prongs.”
  98. “tomorrow, the full moon.”
  99. “tomorrow, we help Moony survive. whatever it takes.”
  100. “tomorrow, I’ll survive for them. whatever it takes.”
An Avengers Christmas

A/N: Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Happy Holidays! 💖


Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has invited Y/N.

Clint: MERRY CHRISTMAS Y/N!

Clint: Are you almost here yet? HURRY!

Y/N: Merry Christmas, Clint. I’m almost to the tower, calm yourself.

Clint: STEP ON THE GAS!

Y/N: You just want me there so you can finally open the gifts, don’t you?

Clint: What? NO! Of course not.

Clint: You’ve been gone FOREVER! We have to spend this day as a family. And open the gifts, together… So hurry.

Y/N: I was gone for 2 days. You can open ONE gift. I won’t tell the others.

Clint: Why couldn’t we send Pietro on the mission, again? Why did you have to go?

Clint: I think I’ll open the gift he got me.

Clint: I can’t believe this.

Y/N: What is it?

Clint: It’s a purple shirt that says OLD MAN.

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Holidays at Hogwarts

Originally posted by ministryofmagiclondon

(Draco x reader)

Imagine: Draco finding out that you’re staying at Hogwarts during the Christmas holidays, so he decides to join you…


An almost relaxed atmosphere fell upon the school, much needed after such a long term, as the students reminisced over the last night’s banquet and chatted eagerly regarding upcoming plans. 

The school was filled with students bustling about, all in a hurry to get home to their families. Even the teachers were grateful for a holiday after the recent events.

As the snow fell outside covering the grounds with white, one lonely Gryffindor girl sat in the Great Hall watching Professor Flitwick enchanting the decorations to hang themselves on the Christmas tree.

“Bye Y/N! Have a Merry Christmas, okay?” called Fred, causing me to turn my head away from the floating baubles.

“And find a way to annoy Snape for us, will ya?” added George as he ran out into the snow after his brother.

I smiled and then laughed. These two always knew how to make me smile. They had even given me tips on how to annoy Professor Snape, who was always around the castle during the holidays.

Not long after, the trio came by, saying their goodbyes and wishing me a Merry Christmas. After a quick chat, with them reassuring that they’d write to me and a final group hug, I watched them depart, out into the snow just as Fred and George has just done not long ago.

I sat back down at the wooden table. It was just going to be me, myself and I for the holidays. 

My parents had decided that it would be best for me to stay at school for the holidays, because things weren’t going so well at home. At first I was quite disappointed, but in the past week I’ve had just enough time to brainstorm ways to pass time.

For starters, I could go to the library, I could search for the Room of Requirement that the twins had told me so much about, I could chase down Professor Snape knowing that he couldn’t deduct house points as school hadn’t started.

I let my mind wander until I was interrupted by an abrupt shout from behind me.

“Y/L/N!” 

I turned around to find Draco coming up to me, pulling a brown luggage with a bag slung over his shoulder. I sighed. It wasn’t that I didn’t like him, but the trio definitely did not approve of him constantly turning up wherever I was.

“Hi Draco,” I said slowly, as he climbed into the bench opposite me.

‘Happy Christmas, Y/N,” he said, overly cheerful.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned him.

“Well, I was about to get on the train, but then I found out that you would be staying here over the holidays, and since there’s basically no one else here for weeks, I decided I should join you.”

“You’re not going home?”

“No, I’m not.”

“And it’s too late for you to go back home now, since the train’s left?”

“Yes, of course, so you have officially become the luckiest witch in the school, because we’re spending the holidays together.”

I frowned. “That’s not…”

“And you don’t need to worry about my parents, Miss Y/L/N, they’ll understand. Now you get to spend time with me without Potter being around” he grimaced upon pronouncing my best friend’s name, to which I had to laugh.

Even though Hermione, Ron and especially Harry were completely against me being friends, if we even were, with Draco, there was nothing I could do to stop myself from laughing sometimes. He could be such a drama queen.

Although Draco wasn’t exactly the best company in the world, at least some company is better than none, I guess.

“Hang on, Draco,” I said slowly, “You couldn’t possibly be jealous of Mr. Potter, could you?” I said with a smirk.

“What? No!”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, of course not, Potter has got nothing on me,” he added arrogantly with a hint of agitation.

I laughed, got up and walked around to his side of the table.

“Well, I have a lot of things to do these holidays, so, let’s get started.”

It took him a moment to process my sentence, but then he replied, “Right, ok, just let me go and unpack and then we can do whatever you like, babe.”

“Ok wait, if we’re going to be hanging out, we need rules. And rule number one, do not call me babe.” I said as he got up and placed a hand on his luggage.

“No can do,” he smirked. “Now stay here and I will be back in five minutes, babe.”

I rolled my eyes at his retreating figure and sat back down. For some inexplicable reason I was actually quite glad that he would be staying with me, though I wasn’t going to let him know that.

In a few short moments, the blonde Slytherin ran back into the Hall with a small package in his hand. 

“Open it,” he said, dropping it onto the table.

“Is this for me?”

“Just open it.”

I looked up at him once more, before carefully opening the wrapping to find a beautiful necklace with a single diamond rose. 

“Draco, I… I don’t know what to say,” I stuttered, looking back at him.

He had the usual smug little smirk on his face, but this time, I didn’t feel the urge to want to wipe it off his face.

“Here, I’ll put it on for you,”

“You really shouldn’t have, Draco.”

“No, no, I wanted to, Y/N.”

“Now you can think of me, even when I’m not around and you’re forced to look at Potter all day.” 

I laughed and allowed him to put the necklace around my neck. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,”

“Thank you, Draco. Merry Christmas. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun here at the castle.”

Someday Your Child May Cry

Previously: Question | Preparations | Irrational | Confession | Collateral | Thoughtless | Interrupted | Recovering | Irresponsible



10. Possibility

The second time around, Scully knows more about what’s in store, and so the side effects from the hormone shots don’t take her by surprise nearly as much. Her emotional reactions are, once again, drastically out of proportion, to be sure, but she’s expecting them to be, and somehow that makes it easier to handle.

Also making it easier on Scully is the fact that if Mulder and Diana Fowley are spending time together, they’re not doing it anywhere that Scully can see it happening. Which, since Mulder is suddenly determined to spend nearly all day every day in Scully’s presence, and calls her every evening that he’s not haunting her apartment (or keeping her at his with a very flimsy excuse of some file or other that he wants her opinion on), would have to be happening between the hours of two and five in the morning.

Mulder takes Scully out to lunch nearly every day of the week, ignoring her protests that she’s brought food to eat from home. Yogurt and bee pollen, he insists, do not constitute a fitting lunch for a potentially expectant mother. This time around, he seems to have decided to take personal charge of Scully’s nutrition and hydration. He’s forever brandishing granola bars and bottles of Gatorade in her face, and Scully might take offense at the implication that she can’t take care of herself… except that, somehow, Mulder’s sudden, constant attention to her needs is just so damn endearing.

“Do you have enough space?” he asks her in a double bed in Kroner, Kansas, after a freak tornado and a flying cow have rendered his own room uninhabitable. “I can sleep on the floor, if you need me to. Or out in the car, even.” He’s actually in the process of throwing back the blankets and climbing back out of bed, and Scully reaches out, seizing him by the wrist.

“Mulder, stay put,” she orders him sharply. “There’s plenty of room.” He hesitates briefly before sinking back onto his side of the bed with a deep sigh. She releases his wrist, but before she can withdraw her hand, Mulder captures it in his own, winding his fingers between hers. She glances over at him quizzically. “You okay, Mulder?” she asks. They’ve been forced by circumstances to share a bed while in the field on more than one occasion before, and he’s never been this jumpy.

“Yeah, fine,” he says, but he doesn’t let go of her hand. “I just… I keep thinking.” She stays silent, waiting, and after a moment, Mulder rolls to face her. “It just keeps hitting me that for all we know, you could be pregnant right at this moment.” It’s too dark for her to read his expression, but she thinks he’s smiling softly. “I know you’re trying not to think about it until you’re sure, Scully, but that’s proving just about impossible for me.”

“Really, Mulder? I couldn’t tell,” Scully says dryly. “Between your obsessive tracking of every bite of food that passes my lips and your constant questioning of whether or not I need to rest, I had no clue.”

“Sorry,” says Mulder, ducking his head sheepishly. “I just… I really want this for you, Scully.”

Her mind snags on his words like cloth on a stray nail. He wants it for her. Not for them. For a moment, she thinks that maybe this is the perfect opening for the conversation she knows they’ll have to have, if it turns out that she’s pregnant… but she’s hesitant to broach the topic before she knows for certain.

If it turns out that Mulder wants to be involved, even if it’s only partial involvement, she thinks they’ll be okay. But if he’s decided, as she fears, that he wants his donation to be the sum total of his part in this, Scully doesn’t quite trust herself to be able to hide her disappointment. Mulder will be able to tell, and with his overdeveloped sense of guilt, he will feel that he’s failed her for not being willing to provide something that she has absolutely no right to ask of him. And to be honest, Scully’s not sure their partnership could survive. 

Better to wait, she reminds herself, until either she knows for sure, or until she’s certain she’ll be able to accept any answer with a smile that’s at least genuine enough to fool Mulder. So instead of speaking, she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. He pulls their joined to his mouth and presses his lips to her knuckles tenderly, and instead of letting it go, he holds it close to his heart as his eyes close.

They fall asleep with their fingers intertwined on the mattress between them.

——————————–

Mulder had planned to give Scully her Christmas gift sometime between Christmas and New Year’s- in fact, he had planned to take her out for a nice dinner (nice enough that she could interpret it as a date, if she wanted)- but after dragging her out to a haunted house on Christmas Eve, he feels like he owes her.

Not that he doesn’t always owe her, really.

So when she shows up at his apartment door, even though she’s only got about four hours to sleep, at this point, before she’s due at her mother’s house, he decides to go ahead and give her the gift now. And, as it turns out, she’s gotten him something, as well, so it all works out in the end.

Mulder goes first, tearing the paper off of a hardcover book- Contact, by Carl Sagan. He grins widely.

“I don’t need to ask why this made you think of me, Scully,” he chuckles. He’s got a copy already, of course, but this is much nicer than his beat-up paperback. “Have you read this?”

“No,” says Scully. “But I saw the movie with my mom.” She blushes. “It made me think of you.” Mulder grins, returning his attention to the book. He flips it over, examining the illustration on the dust jacket, which is immaculate, without a single crease or tear. 

“Hey, is this a first edition?”

“Yes, it is,” says Scully. “And, uh… also….” She reaches over and opens the cover to the title page, where several lines have been scrawled in thick, black marker: 

Keep believing.
-Carl Sagan

Mulder looks up at Scully, eyes wide.

“I found it at my mother’s church, of all places,” Scully says. “They had a rummage sale in November, and this was sitting in a box of beat-up books from someone’s basement. And I know we said we weren’t exchanging gifts this year, but it just seemed too perfect to pass up.”

“It is perfect, Scully,” he says, putting an arm around her shoulder and squeezing her. “Thank you.” He puts the book on the coffee table and nods at the package she’s still holding. “I didn’t find that at a rummage sale, but I had the same thought as you when I saw it. It was too perfect to pass up.” Scully begins peeling off the wrapping paper. She sits there, silent, staring down at the object in her hands, her face unreadable. “And technically,” continues Mulder, “I kept my word not to get you anything, because it’s not really for you.” Still, Scully says nothing, and Mulder begins to get nervous. “Scully?”

“Mulder,” she says, her voice amused and hoarse with emotion, all at the same time. She holds up her gift and turns to him, eyes wide. “Where did you find this?”

“On the internet,” he says. The handle of the rattle is made from sturdy plastic, while the top is coated in a softer layer, ideal for a baby to gnaw on without hurting himself. It’s in the shape of an alien- not the classic, creepy, oval-eyed version, but a friendly, smiling alien, sprouting trumpet-shaped antennae from its head. “I know you’re nervous about tempting fate, Scully, but I just feel like one of us should be open to extreme possibilities here. And I think it’s safe to say, from past experience, that that someone is gonna be me.” Still, silence. “Scully?” Nothing. “Scully, if I’ve done wrong, I’m sorry, I just-”

It’s as far as he gets before she turns and kisses him.

It’s quick and sweet, and before he even has a chance to respond, she’s already drawn back and is staring at him with wide eyes. He thinks she’s surprised herself almost as much as she’s surprised him.

This time, it’s unclear who makes the first move. All Mulder knows is that suddenly, he’s lost in the sweet taste of Scully’s mouth. She’s got one hand buried in his hair and the other is creeping up the back of his t-shirt. She feels so small in his arms, so perfect, like she was made to fit there, and he’s just beginning to lay her back on his couch when she jerks away.

“I should go,” she says, hastily gathering up her things, not looking at him. Mulder’s heart sinks.

“Scully, I’m sorry,” he says. “You don’t have to leave.”

“I know,” she says. “I just… it’s late, it’s been a long night, and tomorrow’s going to be crazy at Mom’s, and I…” She sighs and meets his gaze, finally, and Mulder can tell she’s conflicted. “I don’t want to tempt myself right now, because I can’t. Not tonight.” She swallows. “Not while….” Mulder nods, understanding: she’s not supposed to have sex for five weeks following the embryo transfer, and she’s currently on week two.

“It doesn’t have to go that far, Scully,” he says. “Not tonight.” Scully smiles slightly.

“Do you really think we’d be able to stop ourselves?” she asks him, and he knows she’s right. If she had allowed him to kiss her for much longer, no force on earth would have been strong enough to separate him from her.

“I guess you have a point,” he concedes. She stands, and he walks her to the door.

“I’ll see you back at work after New Year’s, okay?” she tells him, and his heart sinks.

“I thought maybe we could go to dinner, the night after Christmas?” he suggests hopefully, but she shakes her head.

“I need some time, Mulder,” she tells him. “Time to think.” She reaches up and gently touches her fingertips to his lips, and he presses a kiss to her hand. “Merry Christmas, Mulder.”

“Merry Christmas, Scully.”

Wrapped Around; part 3.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 1.9k words

Originally posted by kths

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff

A/N: yeaaaah needed to get this awkward transition out of the way but also some key background stuff but ya know lmao sorry this is so late.


*Ding*

The message tone on Jimin’s phone sounds and he quickly digs his phone out of his pocket, hoping that your name would be the one showing up on his screen.

Tae: Yo lunch at our regular place in 15 mins?

Damn it.

Jimin swipes to reply the message, simply answering with a thumbs up emoji.

He clicks on his conversation with you and he’s almost embarrassed just by looking at it.

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welcome home, soldier | tommy shelby

request: [reader] and Tommy met during the war through letters(she was his rock during the hardest times and he confided on her everything ,even the family job ). after the war is over ,Tommy is set on meeting her face to face, her brother died on the field and she’s struggling ,so they finally set a date and it’s all kinds of romantic.

“Here, Tommy”

He looked up, cig hanging from his mouth, half frozen hands stilling where they lay on his gun. He was bored to death and cleaning it for the third time today, sat in an alcove buried into the side of the trench.

“What is it, Frank?”

“Letter for you”

He scowled, holding his hand out for the paper.

“Already had mine today”

“It off my sister”

“What?”

Frank laughed, dropping into his own burrow opposite and scanning his own letter.

“She wanted to say thank you ‘to that Tommy guy’ for, and I quote ‘saving my absolute idiot of a brother from his own stupidity’. So…I think she misses me”

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All I Know is How to Love You - Chapter One (Yoongi x Y/N: Gang AU)

Okay so about a week ago I posted a condensed version of this story under the title RUN - Yoongi Gang AU and asked you guys if you wanted me to actually make it into a fanfiction like I had originally planned to. Due to overwhelming response i have decided to move forward with this! This first chapter is about half of the scenario I posted a week ago so if you read that you can skip right to chapter two! Thanks for all of the love and support and Merry Christmas to our wonderful followers, this is our present to you!! 

Here is my fanfiction based on BTS’ comeback and music video for RUN!

Originally posted by sugagifs

New schools were hard, and unfortunately, something I had become more than used to. Maybe that was what had hardened me over the years, at least that’s what people had guessed,  that coupled with a lack of appearance by dearest mother and father. They were always too busy, and recently I had become too empty to care. I can’t say I was surprised when we suddenly began packing up the house last week and I was forced to leave another piece of myself behind.

They said this would be the last time. They said it would be easy this time.

I never believed them, why start now?

So when I walked into my new classroom, I kept my face a blank, cold mask like always, staring down anyone who attempted to appraise me in anyway. I didn’t need friends, I would be gone in a month anyway, and it was easier not to get attached.

“Class we have a new student. Please introduce yourself.” The teacher ordered behind me, but I didn’t say a word. Everyone waited with anticipation and when it was clear that I was not going to say anything, I earned a slight chuckle from the back. Unconsciously my eyes slipped to the source, a smiley boy in the back corner who was holding back laughter with his seat mate. I was surprised to see the other boy had mint green hair underneath a backwards snap back, remembering the school’s rules about hair color and dress code. He cracked a smile at the other boy’s laughter, but for the most part kept a bored expression on his face.

As if reading my mind the teacher shouted, “Both of you knock it off back there and hats off!” Then he nudged me from behind. “Introduce yourself now.”

It was an act of defiance, a stupid one, I know, but I refused to bow as I quietly said my name with ice in my tone. “Y/N.” And then I slid into a seat in the back, not far from the green haired boy and his laughing friend, putting my head down on the desk and trying my best to block out the noise and sleep. I heard the teacher sigh but he didn’t try and get me to stop so before I knew it I was drifting away.

Some time later I felt a light shake on my shoulder and I instantly woke up and coiled away. I hated when people touched me, it felt way too personal. Looking up, my eyes met those of a baby faced boy. I guess he was kind of cute. “Sorry I just—uh, it’s lunchtime.” He motioned behind himself, looking slightly sheepish.

I stood up and brushed past him coldly without a word. Usually, that would be more than enough to keep people away, but I could hear his rushed footsteps trying to keep up with me. “I’m Lee MinJae.” He held out his hand and I pushed it away.

“And I don’t care.”

He chuckled at my response. Who was this guy? “You’re the coldest person I have ever met, Y/N. And you’ve barely spoken two words to me.”

I stopped abruptly, giving him the most dangerous look I could muster. “Let’s keep it that way.” And then I turned away and stormed out of the school, not bothering to look back.

After wandering around for a bit, I found a huge willow tree and curled up beneath it. My stomach growled angrily, but I ignored it, trying to sleep for the duration of the lunch period. Of course, I could never be that lucky.

“Sorry but this spot is already taken. Try the lake on the other side of town.” A deep voice sounded from somewhere close, forcing me to open my eyes, a disgusted look on my face. A handsome boy stood looking down at me with a somewhat distressed expression at the sight of me.

“First come, first serve. Why don’t you go check out that lake you were talking about?” You turned away from him, trying to get comfortable.

“This is my spot. I come here everyday.” He was getting angry and when I peeked an eye out at him, I could see his fists clenched in frustration.

“Well I’m more than willing to share as long as you don’t talk to me.” I replied in a tired voice.

There were a few beats of silence and some grumbling before he finally settled down a feet away from me. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Your biggest issue apparently. No talking remember?”

“You obviously have no idea who I am and I’m pretty sure I’m older than you so you should be addressing me as ‘oppa’”

I snorted loudly, getting drawn in despite every piece of me screaming to stay away. “Do I look like the type of person who cares who you are or would call you ‘oppa’”?

He ignored my comment and stuck out his hand. “Kim Seokjin, Year 3. But you can call me Jin Oppa.”

Like to the boy before, I pushed his hand away and stood up. “Take your spot back I have no interest in sharing if you’re just going to try and talk to me.”

He acted like he had been shot. “So cold. What on earth happened to such a pretty girl like you for you to act this way?”

I stopped dead in my tracks at his words, daggers coming from gaze. Usually I would just walk away, but something about this place, about the people here, felt different. For some reason, I felt like I could trust this guy. “The world happened.”

He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to understand. “So much on one girl’s shoulders. Even I can sympathize. The world sucks, carry on hating it.” And then he laid down without another word, accepting the fact that I was leaving, and I did.

The rest of the day passed by way too slowly for my liking, and all I could think about was Jin and what he had said, how he had agreed. When I was on my way out of the school at the end of the day, there was some sort of commotion, everyone running around frantically but all in the same direction.

“They’ve got someone! It’s about to go down.” I heard someone yell. Despite my instincts to keep walking home, something stopped me. The arrows that always pointed me home were suddenly pointing in the direction of the commotion, and I couldn’t stop my feet as they carried me forward.

Someone was shouting. “ALL OF YOU! OUT OF HERE! NOTHING TO SEE HERE UNLESS YOU’RE LOOKING FOR THE SAME PUNISHMENT!”

The crowd quickly broke up after those words, much to my bewilderment. Unafraid of course, I stayed and observed from around a corner.

Seven boys hung around the back alley, some smoking, some laughing, but all of their attention focused on an eighth boy who was crouched on the ground shaking slightly. Amongst them I spotted the shock of green hair on the boy from my class. He swung a baseball bat around and around, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

“You owe us.” A taller boy with hot pink hair said quietly to the boy on the ground. “You know how this works.”

“I’m sorry, I just, I just need another week. Please.” The voice sounded awfully familiar, and then it hit me. MinJae. The kind, persistent boy who had woken me up for lunch.

“You see, we granted you an extra week last week. And our mercy has just about run out.” The pink haired boy replied in a bored tone. “Suga, if you would please.”

Suddenly, the green haired boy pushed himself from the wall and threw his cigarette to the ground, smashing it with his foot before advancing forward and swinging the bat with his full force at MinJae. I couldn’t help the little gasp that left my mouth at the sight, instantly putting my hand over my mouth to make sure they couldn’t hear me.

Some of the others began joining in, while the pink haired boy stayed leaning against the wall, watching, along with one other. Wait. Was that? I couldn’t believe my eyes as I realized it was Jin, the boy I had thought about all day, standing next to the leader.

A cry of pain brought my attention back to MinJae who had the other five boys surrounding him. I had to do something.

“Rap Monster, let’s stop there.” I heard Jin say in what you could tell was a forcibly bored voice.

“Just give it a few more minutes. We don’t tolerate traitors, remember?”

I was angry, so angry that I acted without thinking. Before I could stop myself, I was walking calmly toward the green haired boy they called Suga, and tapping him on the shoulder. He stiffened slightly, and turned. In his eyes I could see nothing but emptiness, and then I punched him square in the jaw, just like my self defense instructors had taught me. His head whipped back at the impact and the others had stopped to stare at the scene in awe. I grabbed hold of MinJae, supporting his weight as best I could and started to walk away without a word.

Before I had even gotten two steps away, Minjae was ripped away from me and thrown to the ground and I was being slammed into the wall. “What do we have here?” Suga growled at me and I kept my blank expression pasted on my face, refusing to show how scared I was.

Rap Monster, the fearless leader, came forward, followed by a reluctant Jin. “Who the fuck are you?”

“This is the girl who transferred to me and Suga’s class today. She’s hilarious she refused to acknowledge us or the teacher.” The boy who had been sitting next to Suga in class was grinning like a mad man as he chuckled at the memory. They had all surrounded me and Suga now.

“Well it looks like J-Hope’s your biggest fan.” Another boy said with a grin.

“Listen new girl, you don’t seem to know who you’re messing with. So I suggest you move along.” The leader said knowingly, and I shot him my best death glare.

“Not without that idiot over there.” I pointed at the barely conscious MinJae, “You did enough to him, anymore and you’ll kill him. Unless you’re looking to bury a body tonight.” My tone remained lifeless.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” J-Hope shot me a grin. My stomach screamed.

“Just let her go. She’s learned her lesson, and so has he.” Jin spoke up, trying again to keep his tone even.

Suga continued to stare at me with those lifeless eyes that seemed to resemble mine a little bit, a bruise beginning to form on his jaw. After a few seconds he pushed away from me, and gave MinJae one more kick before lighting another cigarette and walking alone down the alley. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief before gathering up MinJae again and starting to walk away from the group, feeling all of their eyes on me as I went.

“Thank you.” Minjae breathed almost silently.

“Whatever.”

“Stay away from BTS. They’re gonna have it out for you now. You shouldn’t have done that.”

I didn’t say anything as I called an ambulance and waited for it to take him away before heading home. All I could think about was the way Suga’s eyes had stared into mine, seeing everything and nothing. I didn’t like the way it made me feel so bare, like he could see every piece of me.

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Imagine Being Snowed In With Natasha

For @sailover2

“Ready to wrap up this mission Agent Romanoff?” you ask as you shove your clothes into a suitcase.

“I don’t think that’ll be possible Agent (Y/L/N),” she says and places a hand on your shoulder. You nearly shiver at the casual touch and stand up straighter. “We won’t be able to get to extraction with this weather.” You glance out the window and nearly swear at the sight. Snow is coming down hard and covering everything.

“Solid point,” you huff. “I’ll call Agent Coulson and update him.”

“No let me,” she insists and squeezes your shoulder in a comforting manner. You give a wordless nod and she saunters out. As soon as she’s gone you let out a sigh and swear under your breath.

This isn’t good, this mission was only supposed to be a few days and if it in anyway endangers your getting home for Christmas you’ll throw a fit, or your daughter will.

Angrily you toss your clothes back into the drawers and flop on your bed. Across the room sits Natasha’s bed and her drawers.

You had to share a small shitty apartment for your intel mission.

“Agent Coulson says he’ll get us out as soon as he can,” Romanoff reports and strides back into the room. “Until then he says ‘have fun.’” She casually reclines on her bed and grins at you. A grin you’ve rarely seen, a grin that makes your heart flip flop.

You’ve been crushing on Agent Romanoff a long time, how could you not she is the epitome of a flawless human being. You disregard her past as you do everyone else’s. To you it doesn’t matter where you’ve been or what you’ve done, what only matters is who you are now.

“If we’re gonna be spending down time together you have got to stop acting so professional,” she remarks and you stiffen.

You’ve always kept to yourself and never really developed a solid relationship with any of your coworkers. The high level agents all seem to be very close so when you got promoted there just didn’t seem to be room for you. However that didn’t stop you from crushing on the Black Widow from afar.

“You can start by calling me Natasha,” she suggests and you nod.

“I can do that if you call me (Y/N),” you counter, surprisingly composed.

“Deal (Y/N).”

~~~

“Tell me what is the mysterious (Y/N) all about? What are her secrets?” Natasha drawls playfully and drapes herself over the beat up couch. You try not to let yourself overthink the question or the look she’s giving you and clear your throat.

“There isn’t much to know. Unlike you and the other high level agents I don’t have a backstory or a puzzling past. I joined Shield to protect my family and that’s all,” you reply attempting to be casual.

“Hmm.”

“I just barely got promoted,” you joke sardonically and she frowns.

“You earned this promotion (Y/N). You deserve it just as much as the rest of us. Just because you weren’t brought in or you don’t have some special power doesn’t mean you are any less deserving to be a high level agent.” Her words are sincere and touching and her expression is authentic. You sigh and smile thankfully.

“Thanks Natasha, I’m glad to be here with you,” you admit and she grins.

“I wouldn’t want to be stuck here with anyone else,” she returns.

You can feel your face heat up at the remark though you know it’s only friendly.

You have to keep reminding yourself this is only friendly.

~~~

Christmas morning comes around and you’re still stuck with Natasha Romanoff in a shitty apartment. You can’t even call your daughter to top it all off.

At least Natasha and you have been getting along amazingly. You’ve really gotten to know her in the past few days.

You awake Christmas morning to a red haired spy instead of you (Y/H/C) daughter.

~~~

“Merry Christmas (Y/N)!” She pauses and frowns slightly. “That is if you celebrate Christmas.”

“I do so thank you, and Merry Christmas right back at you,” you reply and yawn. “What’s the plan today?”

“Well because it’s Christmas I pulled some strings, threatened some people, and got Shield to play purchasing any movies we want on the tv and the people next door lent me some ingredients to make an actual breakfast.”

“Nat that is wonderful! You are the best and I’ll love you till the end of time,” you hush and throws your arms around her pulling her into a hug.

It’s only a minute later do you realize what you’ve said and what you’ve done.

Before you can panic she chuckles and hugs you back.

“You know I’ve never gone from "Agent Romanoff and yes ma'am” to Nat and hugs in under two weeks before,“ she remarks and you pull away with a blush colored ok your cheeks.

"So-”

“Before you apologize I also snagged some mistletoe from the neighbors,” she confesses and holds up the plant with a sheepish look. “If I recall the rules correctly you-”

You cut her off by smashing your lips to hers on a whim. She kisses you back, much to your relief.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you breathe out after you pull away for air.

“You’re saying I didn’t need the mistletoe? What a waste of a creative threat,” she teases and you giggle.

In that moment you have no worries or cares. It takes about five minutes for your stressors to return; you have a daughter, you’re missing Christmas with your daughter, and Natasha doesn’t know about your daughter.

~~~

You don’t get a chance to tell Natasha about (Y/D/N) and before you know it the extraction team is arriving and you’re being sent home.

~~~

“Natasha there’s something you should know about me,” you blurt out. She raises an eyebrow and eyes the taxi driver.

“Should this be a private conversation?”

“Maybe I just need to get it out there before-” you stop short upon realizing the cab is already parking in front of your home. “Before we get here.”

“What is it (Y/N)?” she inquires, a concern look is etched on her face.

“I-I-uh maybe I should just show you,” you stammer and open the cab door. As soon as you step out your little girl comes stumbling out of the house with her nanny trailing behind.

“Momma!” she cheers and runs right into your awaiting arms.

“Oh my baby girl I missed you so much! Oh I’m so sorry I missed Christmas! I love you so much,” you ramble and hold your four year old close.

“I missed you,” (Y/D/N) cries and buries her face in your neck.

“I know baby I missed you too,” you say and lean back to see her face. She’s staring right behind you at Natasha who’s gaping.

“Who’s that?” You turn around and carry your daughter closer to Natasha.

“This is Natasha, she’s my very very close friend,” you answer carefully. You don’t want to tell your daughter girlfriend in case it doesn’t last. “Natasha this is (Y/D/N) my daughter.”

Natasha pauses for a horrible second, and you dread her reaction, but then gives a wide smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you (Y/D/N),” she greets. “I’m very sorry to have kept your momma over Christmas, I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“I forgive you,” (Y/D/N) announces after a careful moment of deliberation.

“Thank you very much!” Natasha’s whole demeanor has altered for your daughter.

Your daughter starts wiggling so you let her down and she immediately starts rooting around in your luggage.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you apologize. “I need to keep (Y/D/N) so the less people that know about her the better…and I was scared.”

“It is okay, I understand (Y/N),” Natasha assures and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You do?”

“Of course, some things you keep secret to protect, I get that.”

“Are we still gonna-are we-can we?” you stutter incoherently.

“We can date yes, I’ll kiss you right now if that’s okay with you?” You glance at your daughter who’s watching with wide eyes and nod. Natasha grins and kisses you tenderly.

“Ew mom gross!” (Y/D/N) exclaims and covers her eyes. Both you and Natasha chuckle while (Y/D/N) runs in circles while making faces.

This could be really amazing.

Cuddling the Devil

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Title: Cuddling the Devil

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,000

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: I hope you’re all enjoying Christmas <3 I just wanted to let all of you know, that I love and appreciate every single one of you! Thank you for everything! Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays <3 This was requested by @averagegaykid!! I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3

It was no shock to you that Dean and Sam would leave you to stay with Lucifer while they went on a hunt.  You and Lucifer had been dating for a few months now.  You didn’t mind staying back with Lucifer.  However he wasn’t always a joy to be around, being the devil and all.

“Come on [Y/N],” Lucifer whined.  “You’ve been reading that book for the past hour.”

You looked up from your book, glaring at Lucifer.  You were trying to help Sam and Dean, but Lucifer wanted you attention as usual.  “Lucifer stop,” you warned.  “I told you I would pay attention to you as soon as I was done.”

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