i want him under the christmas tree

Gift giving

My aunt’s husband is a total fucking dickhead.

For some background, my mother’s family is Guyanese and mixed with Scottish, German and Amerindian, but mainly look black. My mother married a white Irish man (my dad) and I came out looking super duper pale with blue eyes and blonde hair. My brothers are both much darker because being biracial means getting a grabbag of genes.

My aunt (my mother’s sister) married a Nigerian immigrant who is lazy and racist. He came over for a PhD course (which he only passed because my aunt wrote his thesis and in the thirty years since has refused to work) and his distaste at being married into the same family as a white guy has manifested in a number of ways, from telling others that my dad has shouted racial abuse at him (witnesses confirmed he absolutely did not) to refusing to even speak to me because of my skin colour.

A few years ago he was shouting about something completely false and when I told him he was wrong, he tried to physically attack me for being ‘disrespectful’ and had to be held back by my dad and uncles. He was in his fifties and I was a sixteen year old girl.

I later heard from my grandfather that after he yelled at my aunt’s husband, he (aunt’s husband) said that if he faced any consequences (like being banned from family dinners or told off again for his treatment of me) he would take my cousins, leave my aunt and go back to Nigeria.

It’s been a few years since then. I’m an adult now, and I’ve steered clear of as many holidays as possible. I didn’t want my grandfather to have to choose between protecting me and seeing my cousins again. My grandfather made it clear he was on my side and would’ve physically removed the asshole from his home, but, of course, that would result in probably never seeing my cousins again. I didnt want him to make that choice.

My grandfather died this year. It was a pretty awful illness and I spent most of my time out of work inside of the hospital with him. My dad was there too - his father-in-law was the closest he had to a father. My grandfather taught me many things. Including that you shouldn’t allow people to ruin things for you. Things like family gatherings.

Now the thing about this dude is, on top of being lazy as shit, he’s super entitled. He fully believes that he is head of the family, despite everyone hating him and ignoring him. He believes he is owed deference and respect from all. He told my aunt that since I didn’t show him respect, she and my cousins were no longer to buy my xmas presents. I haven’t received a single one from them in years. So I set my plan into motion.

I don’t get paid a lot, but I saved from October onwards. I filled the tree in my grandfather’s old house with presents, one for every person in my family - bar one.

This morning, Christmas Day, I stood under that tree with my gifts in my arms and I gave every person there a present I had spent hours picking out. I went up to each individual, passing him several times while he looked at the gifts greedily, and handed everyone something they would’ve wanted. I got to drink in the look of guilt on the faces of my cousins and my aunt as I received one solitary present (from my mother’s brother) as they received a bunch from me. It was delicious.

Finally, there was one gift left under the tree - a single envelope. It said 'for all your help looking after grandfather’. I handed it to him. Inside were return Eurostar tickets to Paris for a long weekend. “Oh!” I said. “I’ve made a mistake! That’s my extra present to [Dad]!” And indeed, there was my father’s name on the tickets. He got to see every wonderful gift I got everyone else while he received nothing - nothing from me, nothing from my brothers who hate how he treats me, nothing from my uncles who hate him and only ever gave him things because my grandfather wanted to keep the peace to continue seeing his grandkids.

The cherry on top? I received a special gift from a friend today. He bought two square feet of land for me and an aristocratic title. I am now a Lady and even though it barely means anything, my family has been pretend bowing and scraping to me while ignoring him and his demands for respect and he’s now sulking and refusing to speak to anyone.

Merry fucking Christmas, Tony.

Polaroids : Jonathan Byers x Reader

Originally posted by gillijacobs

A/N: Oops, I went a little crazy on this one, but I hope you like it!

“Happy Holidays, Byers family!” You shout throughout the little house, all decked out in a cheesy Christmas sweater and Santa hat.

“Jonathan! Your favorite weirdo is here!” Will yells from the couch. You just give him a playful glare and he laughs. “You know you’re my favorite, (Y/N),” he says with a smile.

“I better be, Byers.” You point your finger at him and toss a box into his chest. Will reacts just in time and catches the box upright. “You’re welcome.”

Will’s eyes go wide and he jumps up to hug you. “Thank you so much, (Y/N)!”

Presents were a rarity in the Byers’ house, so you made sure that you would bring gifts for every holiday. Whether it be Christmas, birthdays, Halloween, or even weird ones like Arbor Day. You started doing that when you first spent Christmas with the Byers’ two years ago. There were maximum 8 presents to split between everyone under their little Christmas tree, and it made your heart hurt. 

“You’re welcome, Will. I have some more for everyone in my car if you want to grab them,” you pry him off and present him with your car keys. He eagerly takes them from your hands, dashing to the driveway. Jonathan finally appears in the living room with his hands behind his back, obviously holding something. 

“Hey, babe,” you say, greeting him with a small kiss. “I have a present for you.”

“You know you didn’t have to get me anything, (Y/N),” he starts. “You always get me gifts, even for pointless holidays.”

“What?” you pout. “I can’t spoil my boyfriend?”

Jonathan places the little box on the couch before his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and give him another kiss. “It’s just that…I feel like I need to spoil you. You’re so amazing and you deserve everything, which I can’t give to you.”

“Hey, Byers, I don’t need any gifts. You are the best thing that I could have.” You smile, looking straight into his eyes. “Plus, I enjoy spoiling you guys a little. You all work so hard, especially your mom, and you all deserve it.”

Jonathan touches his forehead to yours gently. “Wow, I love you,” he whispers before attaching his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. You start to melt a little when you hear the front door slam, prompting you both to pull away. Will stands at the door with a pile of presents in his arms, trying not to topple over. Jonathan just shakes his head at you, knowing that all of them were from you.

“What?” you attempt to look innocent but just end up smiling. You go over to help Will place all the presents under the tree as Jonathan takes a couple off the top of the pile. You all make your way over to the tree and set them down gently. Joyce walks in on you three, drying her hands on a towel, completely puzzled with what was taking place.

“Um, hello?” Joyce suddenly says, startling all of you. You’re the first to stand, followed by Will then Jonathan. “What’s going on?”

“Hi, Mrs. Byers!” You say, rummaging for one of her gifts. You find the one in gold wrapping paper and hand it to her. “Merry Christmas!”

A small smile forms on her face and she pulls you in for a hug. “Thank you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much this means to me. I feel like I need to repay you.”

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Byers. I promise.” You hug her back and when she finally lets go, you can see a few tears in her eyes.

“Oh, wait! Let me go get the camera!” She quickly adds, wiping her eyes. She comes back a few seconds later with an old Polaroid camera in her hands. “Alright, all of you get together!”

You three arrange yourselves in front of the tree and smile wide, arms wrapped protectively around one another. “One, two, three!”

Joyce snaps two pictures and grabs them one by one as they slide out of the camera. She hands one to you and holds on to one for herself. 

She smiles at the scene in front of her, content for once in a long time. “My beautiful little family,” she whispers to herself. “My beautiful, little family.”

“Can’t Sleep”

A crack SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown

“Why are you still up?”

Simon froze.  He’d assumed Baz would be asleep by now.

“Studying,” he mumbled, “in the library.”

           Baz didn’t say anything more, so Simon tiptoed across the room and into the bathroom to get ready for bed.  His head was swimming with essay nonsense.  He hadn’t expected Penny to keep him there that long.  And anyway, he’d figured Baz would still be who-knows-where and wouldn’t be in the room to see him come in.

           A few minutes later Simon emerged from the bathroom and flopped onto his bed.  Baz seemed to be asleep, or at least he didn’t say anything.  Simon crawled under the covers and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.  He didn’t seem to be able to close his eyes.  Or he could, but not properly.  They didn’t stay closed.  His mind was still too awake.  He turned over and tried to get comfortable, forced his eyes shut.  Quiet thoughts, he chanted in his head, sleepy thoughts.  But everything he thought of turned to words, and all the words were strung together like something out of a very surreal dictionary.  He flopped onto his other side.  The words prattled on like strings of code.

           Finally, he simply sat up in bed.  This wasn’t working.  He bunched up his pillow in his lap and leaned on it.  His head hung forward, curls falling in front of his eyes. It wasn’t that he wasn’t tired, he was exhausted.  Any position would have been comfortable right now.  But his brain wasn’t having it.

           “What are you doing?”

           Simon jumped at Baz’s curious voice.

           “Just can’t sleep.”  He waited for Baz to retort with something along the lines of well neither can I with all the racket you’re making.  But the scathing reply didn’t come.

           Instead, Baz sat up, too.  

           “What’s wrong?” he murmured.

           Okay, this is weird.

           “I can’t turn my brain off.”

           “That’s new, normally you can’t turn your brain on.

           There it was.

           “Sorry,” Baz muttered, “I don’t know why I said that.”

           “You must be tired.  I was expecting an insult much earlier.”  

           Then Baz did something Simon wasn’t expecting: he smiled.  It was hard to see, but it was there.

           He had a nice smile, when it was genuine. Soft and shy.  It made Simon smile, too.

           “It’s also kind of cold in here,” he added.

           “Three guesses why.”

           Simon shrugged unapologetically.  He had left the window open again.  He always left the window open.  It was closed now, thanks to Baz no doubt, but their room hadn’t had a chance to warm up yet.

           “Just go back to sleep,” Simon told him.  “I’ll be fine.”

           Baz was quiet for a minute.  A long minute.  It wouldn’t have felt so long if the air hadn’t been charged with something unsaid.  It made Simon curious, because he felt sure that he had nothing to say.  

           So what did Baz want to say?

           “You alright?” Simon asked.

           Baz thought for a second longer, then pulled back a corner of his covers and glanced shyly up at Simon.

           “What?” Simon stammered.

           “You said you were cold.” Baz was so quiet he was almost unintelligible.

           What the heck was going on?  Simon hated Baz and Baz hated Simon.  That had always been their relationship.  Maybe it wasn’t one that Simon enjoyed or got much validation from, but that was just them. And what’s more, Baz was undoubtedly the meaner of the two of them, never hesitating to hit Simon exactly where he knew it would hurt the most.

           So why in the world was Baz being nice to him?

           It’s some sort of trick.

           Shut up, Simon told himself.

           He stood.  He moved forward.

           And before he knew it, he was curled up under Baz’s covers, drowning in a warm, heady smell like Christmas.  Cedar trees and citrus.  

           Instantly his head was full of nothing but that smell, like he was drifting through a cloud of it.

           His eyes closed involuntarily, and now they stayed closed.

           “Baz?” he murmured sleepily.


           “I don’t want to fight anymore.”

           There was a pause.

           And then he felt Baz take him in his arms and draw him close.  “Me neither.”

           “Let’s stop then.”

           “We can’t.”

           “Why not?”

           Baz didn’t say anything.

           “We don’t have to fight,” Simon sighed, burying his face in the hollow of Baz’s neck.  “We could just…”

           “Just what?” Baz’s voice came from above Simon’s ears, from somewhere in his curls.


           In the last second before Simon drifted off, he felt Baz’s throat hum as he answered.


Gift giving.

(warning: long story)

My aunt’s husband is a total f*cking d*ckhead.

For some background, my mother’s family is Guyanese and mixed with Scottish, German and Amerindian, but mainly look black. My mother married a white Irish man (my dad) and I came out looking super duper pale with blue eyes and blonde hair. My brothers are both much darker because being biracial means getting a grabbag of genes.

My aunt (my mother’s sister) married a Nigerian immigrant who is lazy and racist. He came over for a PhD course (which he only passed because my aunt wrote his thesis and in the thirty years since has refused to work) and his distaste at being married into the same family as a white guy has manifested in a number of ways, from telling others that my dad has shouted racial abuse at him (witnesses confirmed he absolutely did not) to refusing to even speak to me because of my skin colour.

A few years ago he was shouting about something completely false and when I told him he was wrong, he tried to physically attack me for being ‘disrespectful’ and had to be held back by my dad and uncles. He was in his fifties and I was a sixteen year old girl.

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for the anon that wanted pics and gifs of pau behaving like a kid. i mean that’s him 99% of the time. he comes under the definition of ‘smol’ and ‘baby’ in the dictionary. also sorry for taking this long. 

we’ve got his weird way of twerking this looks like when a baby is first learning to walk and they sort of on their hands and feet and rock back and forth

this was just cute and i had to put it in. forget the jacket, hugging my mate is more important. 

aggressive angry child???

creepy stalker kid 

pumped up kid 

duck face kid 

having fun decorating christmas trees 

any post game celebration gif and videos 

baby photo bomb 

a boy’s best friend 

playing with his own bobble head 

and this 

these videos: 

1. paulo being an annoying fucker and not letting mira talk [x]

2. sleeping baby [x]

3.  the time he couldn’t tie his own shoelaces and needed sami to do it for him [x]

4. paulito singing [x]

5. being annoying af when he wins fifa [x]

6. Paulito singing [x] [x]

7. Dancing to trashy music  [x] (this was in the hallway in a hotel when they came on our down under. what would i have given to be in a room next to them and witness this live) 

8. being an extra awkward kid trying to get Iker’s attention [x

9. him just being a weirdo [x]

10. Finally finding playmates his acual age [x

11.  all posts where he’s losing ludo pretty much is a five-year-old kid having a mini tantrum. (He’s a sore loser) [x] [x]

12. Trolling mandzu (how he hasn’t been bashed in the face by mario baffles me. i ship these two sm) [x]

13. more mario trolling [x]

14. being a cute kid mucnhing on grapes [x]

15. claims to be a role model to children when he still is a child himself [x] (gif)

16. puppy snapchat filter looks so good on him (and anto too) [x]

Pic and gifs of paulo hanging out with other kids [x]

Confession - Blue Beetle x Reader

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

Requested by Anon - One where Jamie and the reader are out patrolling and he ends up accidentally confessing in front of the big Christmas tree on the Christmas market

“It’s seems pretty dead tonight,” you remarked, flying next to Jaime over El Paso. The two of you were patrolling the city before you retired for the night. 

Jaime cleared his throat, your voice breaking him out from his thoughts. He shook his head when he noticed he was staring at you. “Well, I suppose the bad guys are celebrating Christmas.”

You gave him a questioning look before breaking out a smile. “Yeah, maybe.” Jaime felt his cheeks burn. Part of him couldn’t believe you were actually smiling at him.

‘Your blood pressure is rising, Jaime Reyes.’

“Shut up,” Jaime mumbled, hoping you didn’t overhear. You didn’t, scanning the city for any sign of trouble. The city was quiet, except for the mass of lights flickering some distance ahead.

“Blue, what are all those lights?” you asked, pointing to the lights. Jaime dragged his gaze away from you to follow your finger. 

“Oh, that’s the annual Christmas market,” Jaime explained, remembering how new you were to El Paso. You had moved to El Paso shortly after you joined the team. 

“Ooo,” you gasped, flying ahead in your enthusiasm. Jaime had to turn on his jets to keep up with you. 

‘Your mate is faster than you, Jaime Reyes. You will appear weak if you do not keep up.’

“Stop it,” Jaime growled. He flinched when he saw you look back at him, having overheard his growl. You slowed down, thinking he was talking to you.

“Sorry,” you apologized, your head dropping slightly in embarrassment. 

“No, I didn’t mean…” Jaime let out a groan, shaking his head. 

‘Your attempt to convince your mate otherwise has failed.’

Jaime frowned, choosing to ignore Scarab. “…I was talking to Scarab.”

“Oh,” you answered, giving him a relieved smile. Jaime let out a sigh as you both finally made it to the Christmas market. The streets were busy with stalls and people. The sound of music and voices filled the air as Jaime and you floated over the market. 

Jaime watched you take in the market with an excited sparkle in your eye. You landed on a roof of a building, directly in front of the giant Christmas tree. Jaime landed next to you, noticing how the glow from the tree highlighted the smoothness of your skin. 

‘You are staring, Jaime Reyes.’

You were so distracted by the Christmas tree that you didn’t notice. Jaime blushed, looking away from you.

‘Your mate’s endorphin levels are rising. Situation is analyzed to be appropriate for the confession of your attraction.’

“No, it’s not,” Jaime mumbled, turning away from you. You were too busy looking at the market below to notice. 

‘Delaying the confession risks losing your mate, Jaime Reyes.’

“What do you mean by that?” Jaime demanded, trying to remember to keep his voice down. 

‘The Impulse has developed an attraction for your mate.’

“No, he hasn’t. Bart knows how I feel about (Y/N),” Jaime explained, hating how smug Scarab was sounding. He glanced over his shoulder to see if you were listening. You weren’t.

‘The blood pressure of the Impulse increases whenever your mate is near. Similar to how your blood pressure increases in your mate’s presence.’

Jaime blinked several times before shaking his head. “No, it’s not true. You’re just lying so you can get me to tell (Y/N)…”

“Tell me what?” you asked suddenly, making Jaime jump. He spun to find you right behind him.

“I…I…” Jaime stammered, his cheeks blazing under your curious gaze. You smiled at his discomfort.

‘The situation is ideal for confession.’

Jaime rubbed the back of his head before retracting his armor to reveal his face. You blinked in surprise as he finally spoke. “I wanted to tell you about…” He looked at the bright Christmas tree, trying to gather the courage. You waited for him to continue.

“…how I like you. I like you a lot,” Jaime admitted, looking at the ground for he was too scared to see your reaction. Scarab was strangely quiet as a painful silence fell between you.

Meanwhile, you were shocked to your core. You didn’t even have a hint that Jaime liked you more than a friend. Yet, your gut tingled with the revelation as you placed a finger under Jaime’s chin to raise his head to face you.

Without saying a word, you leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Jaime jerked away from you in surprise.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Jaime asked carefully, studying you. You shook your head, grinning at him.

“What do you think?” you laughed before kissing him again. This time he understood, kissing you back with eagerness.

When you broke apart a moment later, you found yourself suddenly shy. Jaime rubbed the back of his head, licking his lips to get the the last taste of you.

‘Begin courtship, Jaime Reyes.’

“Hey, (Y/N),” Jaime began, pausing to clear his throat. He glanced down at the market below. “Do you want to go to the market together?”

You followed his gaze before taking his hand. “Yes,” you agreed, a uncontrollable giggle escaping you. “You know what’s funny? I was just going to ask you the same question.”

Jaime chuckled at you before you both floated into the air to land in a back alley. Once you landed in the alley, Jaime retracted the rest of his armor while you slipped a sweatshirt over your costume. 


Narrowing his eyes for a second, Jaime wondered if Scarab planned this whole thing. However as you grabbed his hand to pull him into the market, Jaime realized it didn’t matter. 

how to make The Chosen One choose YOU: flirting, baz pitch style

(honestly im basically shitposting at this point, but i just love carry on so much. leave me be)


“I like this better than fighting,”  - Simon Snow (The Chosen One) 

  • threaten him with a viking’s funeral
  • (“do you know what that is, snow? A flaming pyre, set adrift on the sea. We could do yours in blackpool, so all your chavvy Normal friends can come,”)
  • make him cry, then drop your handkerchief sarcastically on his bed
  • call him a disgrace to magic
  • make sure it’s first thing in the morning, too, for added effect
  • turn on the charm. Woo him with your best lines
  • example, (what if I took your magic, cast it against you, and settled baz versus simon once and for all?)
  • don’t just rely on words. Act on your feelings too
  • example, push him down a flight of stairs, attempt to feed him to a chimera, etc.
  • cavort with his gf in the woods
  • bonus points if he sees it (hell, hold her hands too while you’re at it)
  • cant accept your own feelings? Conspire with your aunt to take him down
  • no chosen one, no problem
  • hopeless love? Have a backup plan
  • example: marry his ex and find a thousand different men who look like him and break each of their hearts a different way
  • just try to be honest with your feelings. Tell him you want him by your side
  • (“what if I accidentally Turned you? Then i’d be stuck with your pious face forever,”)
  • oh baz. Im swooning
  • invite him to your victorian mansion for christmas under the guise of “truce”
  • first date ideas!
  • – bring him to the british museum, steal a few books, take a walk around the park and find a place where he can eat curry while you read your stolen goods
  • dont forget to be a good conversationalist
  • (“you should eat something,”)
  • (“piss off,”)
  • confused? Lost? Failed at something important?
  • Hell, set a few trees on fire and wait for the flames to consume you
  • bonus points if you’re flammable
  • (hint! Hint! This is a good chance for a >>>KISS<<<!!!)
  • if you do it right, HE’LL kiss YOU
  • sulk and stomp away if he doesnt pull you into his arms and say “good morning, darling” when he opens his eyes first thing in the morning
  • respond to his feelings properly
  • (“you slept in my arms,”)
  • (“fitfully”)
  • accept him for who he is
  • found out your bf literally couldn’t be a bigger mess/supervillian/insiduous humdrum?
  • Kiss him, anyway (because you match)
  • (“i’m not the humdrum! But why does thinking so make you want to kiss me?”)
  • (“Everything makes me want to kiss you”)
  • seriously, I was swooning when I got to this part. Like. Seriously. Swooning. (I think I was crying a little too)

cute nicknames:

  • you courageous fuck
  • you absolute nightmare
  • love

say I love you. like, a lot 

  • I was eleven years old, and I’d lost my mother, and my soul, and the crucible gave me you
  • You were the centre of my universe. Everything else spun around you
  • looking at you was like looking directly into the sun
  • I choose you


  • who needs magic? I’m going to turn you into a vampire and make you live with me forever

no, no im not crying. i just have a bit of snowbaz in my eye 

Day Sixty-Five

-A woman informed me that her boyfriend is a railroader. There was no context, explanation, or follow-up, but I am glad to know that railroader is still a profession in the year 2016.

-Three dudebros came through my lane with armfuls of assorted children’s toys, high-fiving one another as their totals passed thirty dollars. This is the sort of support real men need.

-A woman spoke to me words that I will never forget: “My husband is worse than our kids on Christmas. We have ferrets. He uses our ferrets to open presents under the tree early.” All I want in my simple life is to meet this man and apprentice under him in his ferret-harnessing trade.

-An elderly man strolled through the store, his wispy beard moving to its own accord, his short steps each appearing to carry him much farther than they possibly could have. My life is forever changed having been in the presence of such a powerful tree spirit.

-The computer printed out a coupon for menstrual pads. I handed it to the man for whom it was printed, who in turn dropped his head, sighed sadly, and walked away. 

-An older woman approached me and began to place her items on the conveyor belt. Once she got to the bottom of the cart and spilled an enormous bag of candy, she looked at me and told me that this was someone else’s cart. She then took the cart and walked away to the back of the store. She returned a long time later with a cart full of pillows, very different to the children’s clothing she had unloaded.

-A man who seemed to be missing eyelids zoomed into the store on a motorized cart. Before I could get a good look at him, though, he was gone in a blink of an eye.

anonymous asked:

hi guys~ are there any sterek sense8 crossover fics? if there isn't, please update the lacrosse tag instead since it's been a year already. tysm y'all!

you can go here for our sense8 tag (season 2 was amazing!!!) now here’s some lacrosse

fun fact: this is our 4000th post!! go us

Derek’s In Love by cloudyskiesandcurlyfries (1/1 | 1,473 | G)

Derek wants to tell Stiles he loves him.

What You Need by dragon_temeraire (1/1 | 6,230 | NC17)

Derek is an alpha with unusual desires.

meet me under the mistletoe by Marishna (1/1 | 2,176 | PG13)

“Why did I sign up for the party planning committee, again?” Stiles grumbled as he helped his best friend Scott decorate the Christmas tree for the winter formal. He was haphazardly throwing shiny icicle strings on the branches, not that the fanciest decoration in the world could compensate for the pungent scent of eau de teenaged sweat and gym socks. 

Part 11 of Advent Calendar 2016

Check My Pulse by redeyedwrath (1/1 | 1,388 | G)

Stiles gets hurt during a Lacrosse game

Surprise - Roman Reigns Holiday Fluff

{A/N: This is posted a little late after the holidays, but here you go lmao.}

December 24th, 11:56 PM, Roman & Y/N’s House

Y/N and her husband, Roman have been trying to get pregnant for six months now, with no result. Recently, Y/N had been feeling sick to her stomach, and had thrown up a few times.

Although Y/N had grown hopeless from trying to get pregnant for so long, she still rushed to the store while Roman was busy and bought a few pregnancy tests. Once she got home, she made sure Roman was still busy before she went to her bathroom and used the tests. ’ Positive ’, the fifth test read, Y/N had used a few tests just to make sure.

Tears filled Y/N’s eyes and she couldn’t stop smiling as she looked down at the pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. Y/N’s hands moved to cup her stomach, even though she wasn’t showing yet. Her face wore an amazed expression as she looked at herself in the mirror reflection.

She couldn’t believe she was finally pregnant.


December 25th, 9:17 AM

Roman moaned as his eyes fluttered open, before stretching a bit in the bed you two shared. He began getting out of bed as he wanted to make the two of you breakfast.

“Ro’..” He turned when he heard you whine and felt your arms snake around his waist. You were asleep but Roman moving almost fully woke you up.

He lays back down before reaching his hand down to stroke your hair. That hand then traced down to tenderly stroke your cheek, before moving to your jaw.

“Go back to sleep, babygirl.” Roman muttered as he gently moved out of the bed. He felt relieved when your body relaxed and you pulled the blanket tighter around you. A satisfied sleepy grin stretched on your lips as you fell back asleep.

Roman smiled as he looked at your adorable sleeping form, before making his way to his closet.

Once he was in his closet, he picked out some boxers and sweatpants. He didn’t feel like wearing a shirt most of the time at home, so he skipped picking one out.

He made his way downstairs to the kitchen, passing by the decorated living room on his way. The two of you had already set up the tree and decorated it, and you’ve already bought and wrapped gifts. Other than that, you two had set up some lights outside and hung up some other decorations around the house.

Once Roman arrived to the kitchen, he turned on the lights and got out everything needed to make your favorite breakfast. He was a few minutes into cooking when he felt small arms wrap around his thick waist from behind. He felt Y/N smile into his shoulder as she hugged him from behind. Roman grinned at how cute and innocent she was.

“Mornin’, babygirl. Merry Christmas, baby.”

Roman turned in Y/N’s arms to face her, before pulling his wife into a kiss. Y/N smiled against his lips and returned his kiss before pulling away when she remembered something.

“You too, baby. Love you, Ro’.”

Y/N smiled as she took Roman’s hand in hers and began walking to the living room.

“We doing presents early?” Roman asked as he was dragged by the Christmas tree. He watched Y/N kneel before grabbing a very small box from under the tree.

“We can do the rest later, I just want you to have this now.” Y/N says, handing him the present while nervously biting her lip. Although Roman was curious on why Y/N was nervous, he still took the present and began unwrapping it.

Roman’s breath caught in his throat as he saw a pregnancy test laid in the small box he held in his hands. He couldn’t believe his eyes as he read the word positive, over and over again.

Joyous tears gathered in his eyes as he finally glanced up at his wife, who had tears in her eyes as well.

“Really? You’re really pregnant?” Roman asked Y/N excitedly, his voice cracking from emotion. She nodded quickly with an overjoyed smile on her lips.

After hearing that, Roman cupped her face and began pressing gentle kisses all over her face and neck. Y/N giggled at her overjoyed husband, and yelped out of surprise when Roman lifted her in his arms. Her legs curled around him out of reflex as Roman wrapped his arms around her midsection protectively.

“I love so much, Y/N/N.” Roman muffled voice mumbled into Y/N’s chest.

Roman finally set you back on your feet but his warm arms remained coiled around you. His brown eyes moved to lock with yours as his hands moved to hold your stomach. Roman smiled and breathed out of disbelief as he caressed your stomach.

“I can’t believe we’re finally starting a family.”


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anonymous asked:

Hello!! I absolutely ADORE you twos' writing and it caused me to wonder, is there any way you could you write how the RFA members (as well as V and Saeran) would react to finding out MC's gift for them under the tree was a box with a (positive) pregnancy test in it? I hope you enjoy writing this when you get around to it (or if you decide to).

A/N: HOW CUTE IS THIS OMG!! No worries anon, we definitely decided to! (sorry it’s after Christmas though ;A;) Thank you for your kind words!!!!! ~Admin 404

Hi I adore you <3 ~ Admin 626


-He’s so excited for Christmas!!

-He knows he got you so many gifts! He really hopes you like all of them!

-You got him multiple gifts as well! But there’s one that you’re really nervous to give him…

-You decided to save it until the end! After all the presents and clean up from the wrapping paper, it was time

-”Hey, Yoosung? I um… I think there’s another present for you in the tree.”

-???? He looks in the tree to find a cute small box, wrapped up with a bow

-When he opens it, the first thing he sees is a piece of paper that says, “Player 3, joining the game.”

-Under it, he finds a pregnancy test.




-”MC, is…is this for real? Are you… are we going to….”

-The moment you assure him that yes, you are pregnant with his child, he hugs you so tightly you were worried for your health yoosungie pls let me go i cant breATHE

-He’s so hyper the rest of the night! Takes care of everything! Makes you rest!

-Constant reminders that he loves you, and that this is the absolute best present he’s ever gotten on Christmas


-If you’ve ever said something vague, like, “Oh, hey, that dress is kinda cute”

-Bam, it’s now under your tree

- you need a bigger tree to cover all the presents he’s gotten you

-You try SO HARD to get him gifts but he!! Never!!!! Lets you!!!!

-”It’s alright MC, all I’ve ever wanted is you. There’s no reason to give me anything. If I wanted something so material, I’d simply buy it for myself.”


-It’s time to play, Who’s the Most Spoiled: You or Elizabeth the Third?

-He didn’t expect any presents from you because he’s already told you a million times he needs nothing

-So when he finds one, he’s super confused?

-Why is this here? What could it be?

-Of course he didn’t wait for you to come back from the kitchen to open it

-When he saw the positive pregnancy test, he immediately felt like he was soaring flyyyyyin’

-Stared into the box with tears in his eyes, so when you walked in you immediately froze

-Was he upset??? Did you make a mistake???

-When you spoke his name, he looked up at you with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him make in your time together

-”MC, this… this is the best news I’ve ever gotten. I… We…. You… a baby? All I’ve ever wanted was to have a child to call my own. Thank you. So much.”



-Y E S

- his longest yeah boy ever

-Not only bought you a TON of gifts, but also handmade you a lot of things!

-Wakes you up early by jumping on the bed like a little kid

-Since it was his first real Christmas, you decided to buy him as many gifts as you could!

-Though, there was one gift that you couldn’t figure out how to give him…

-Later that day, after all the gifts were opened, and you two had time to relax and unwind, you tell him you have to go do something

- okay that’s not vague at all MC???

-You were gone for a very long time, so he went to go find you

-When he got to the bedroom, the only thing he found was a small, wrapped box in the middle of the room

-He saw that it was labelled to him, and opened it

-”…Wait. Is… is this?”





-You came out from behind the door where you were hiding and call out to him

-You braced yourself for a tackle but it didn’t come?

-When you opened your eyes, you saw him drop to his knees in front of you and wrap his arms around your hips

-He laid his forehead against your stomach and through tears started to talk to your guy’s child

-”Hi there little man or princess. You’re gonna have the best Christmas’ from now on, I can promise you this. You’ll have the childhood I never got to have.”


-The two of you were more of a “Here’s a gift let’s just watch movies and nap the rest of the day” kind of couple

-So that’s what you did

-You exchanged gifts and cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie

-He sat cross legged, and you sat on his lap

-He reached for the remote but…. That… isn’t a remote?

-It was a rectangle box, with a bow on it

-But, you two already exchanged gifts? Was this one from another RFA member?

- lowkey gets a little jealous

-Until he notices it has his name on it?

-So he holds it up in front of you and asks about it

-”MC, what is this?”

-”I dunno maybe it’s from Santa”

-”Yeah, whatever”

-He keeps it in front of you and opens it to see the positive pregnancy test



-You keep quiet because you want to let it sink in, and wait for him to speak first

-He doesn’t though. No words come out. The only reason you know he moved was because he crossed his arms over your chest and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you closer

-After kissing the back of your head, you heard him sigh before resting his chin on his hand, lips close to your ear

-”MC, I love you. I really do. I’m so scared of being a terrible father. But knowing you, this kid’s going to have a fantastic mother, and I can’t imagine having a family with anyone else but you..”



-Omg this boy goes all out on christmas for you!!!

-Jewelry, books, video games, etc

-Anything you wanted, he got you

-He thinks he’s gonna beat you again this year


-He’s so confused when he sees only one box for him under the tree?

-Not that he’s ungrateful, he’ll love anything you got him! But last year you got him tons of gifts

But oh my god when he opens it, hE DROPS THE BOX AND PICKS YOU UP IN EXCITEMENT

“We’re gonna have a baby?! Like an actual baby?!” oh my god this poor boy is about to cry, he’s so excited

“Do we know the gender? How many months are you? When’s the next appointment?!” omg Zen pls calm down MC has a baby she needs to relax

-He’s so happy though

-He never thought he’d have a family

-But now he has you and a child on the way <3

-He vows to treat his child with all the love in the world; he will never make his child feel the way his parents made him feel

-The rest of the night he just can’t stop kissing you

-It’s either your lips or your tummy, but this boy will not stop attacking

-Hell, he does this the entire time you’re pregnant

-You’re going to have his child, of course he’ll treat you like a goddess


-Ever since you came into her life, this lil lady is always so hyped about Christmas!!!

-You two don’t really give each other presents because Jaehee sadly never has time to get gifts

-But you two snuggle and watch Christmas movies on Christmas day and nothing could beat that <3

-But Christmas morning, she sees that there’s a box underneath the tree? MC wtf you two didnt agree to gifts this year

-She knows you’re super excited for her to open it though because you even whipped out your camera

-When she opens it, she’s really confused…?

-It’s a bunch of baby items???

-But then she opens the card, and she sees the positive pregnancy test taped to the inside

-“We’re going to be Moms, Jaehee!!!”

-This girl loses it

-She’s crying so much and she’s hugging you so tightly

-You two have been trying for so long and it was taking a toll on you two because treatments were expensive

-But it finally happened!!!

-She’s going to have a family with you!!!

-She spends the rest of the night nuzzling to your stomach and talking to the baby <3


-Christmas with V is really chill

-You two agree to one gift, and one gift only

-And then there’s so much snuggling thisboydoesn’tletyougo

-Well since this lil boy can’t see, you can’t exactly place a box underneath the tree and hope he sees it

-So you hand him the pregnancy test and a card that’s in braille for him <3

-He has no idea what the stick is but he figures you’ll tell him?

-But in the card, you don’t tell him you’re pregnant

-Instead you tell him he should get the surgery

-“We’ve been over this MC, I’m not getting the surgery” he really doesn’t wanna have this argument today of all days


-“Fine, but when you don’t get to see your child when they’re born, don’t blame me”

-“That’s fine, but-”

-W A I T



-“You’re holding a positive pregnancy test in your hand. I think you’d hate it if that was the picture of our baby’s first ultra sound though and you didn’t get to see”


-V’s gentle though, he doesn’t pick u up, he doesn’t start sobbing

-He slowly strokes your stomach the entire night and comes up with an entire plan for your pregnancy

-Which includes getting the surgery because there’s now way he’s missing out on seeing his kid <3

White Widow - Part 7

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 (Smut)| PART 10 (Final)

Character Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: When the reader loses her fiance to Hydra, she is sent to the Avengers compound for her protection. Forced to share the guest house with the famous assassin, the Winter Soldier, she must learn to cope with her loss and her new roommate. All this, while trying to solve the mystery of why Hydra is now hunting her.

A/N: This chapter goes from fluffy romance to kidnapping and torture real fast. Blood, violence, and swearing, Be warned.

Originally posted by nutmeg2080

I don’t think I’d ever appreciated the sound of silence so much after all our guests left. Just as soon as I thought I could relax, there were people running around all week decorating the compound for Christmas. Bucky and I got a giant, beautifully decorated tree in our living room amongst other beautiful and sparkly decorations. As I looked at all the lights and garland, I realized I needed to get Bucky a gift. He’d been so wonderful to me and I just had to show him my appreciation. I knew Steve was my best bet for ideas.

I knocked on his bedroom door, pitching my idea.

“I might have something…” he led me in

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Warm-Up  -  One Shot

Recipient: @gothamsmermaid

Prompt: Fireplace, fluff/smut

Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4063

Trigger Warnings: swearing, le smut! mild dirty talkin, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

A/N: Happy Ficmas!!! Here is my ficmas post. Hope you like it, @gothamsmermaid. :) It is muuuch longer than usual for me… not sure how that happened, but I’m just going to run with it. 

Originally posted by circusgifs

Pulling through the large gate, you could see the house from here. Your jaw dropped and you let out a stunned scoff as you climbed out of your car. Your luggage would definitely have to wait. You nearly ran to the stairs but took your time climbing them, admiring the enormous pillars of wood erupting from the ground to frame the house. You ran your fingertips across the cold stone boulders that stretched halfway up the walls, stopping when you reached one soaring glass panel window.

A wide smile lit up your face as you found the beautifully wrought iron and glass door. Flinging it open wide with a heaving pull, you slipped inside and suddenly felt very very small in the massive foyer. You continued around the house room by room, touching each beautifully rough texture around you.

Finally making it to the wall of windows at the back of the home you burst into a fit of disbelieving hysterical laughter at the sight before you. Soft pillows of glistening snow, tall pine trees with branches bent and leaning, laden with heavy snow like something out of a Dr. Seuss tale.

You spun around taking in the enormous fireplace, the stone reaching high to the vaulted ceiling. Finally recovering yourself a little you made your way to the kitchen, looking for the coffee pot, seeking some warmth. It was absolutely freezing in here!

Too busy pulling on drawers and cupboards, you never noticed as he approached, not that you probably would have heard him anyway, ex-assassin and all. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of his deep unfamiliar voice.

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The Eve Of My Sadness - A Miraculous One-Shot

Hi everyone! So, this is my first work for this fandom, so I hope you all like it! Special thanks to @confusednonage , my friend, beta, and partner-in-crime.

Notes:  I meant to post this on Christmas Eve, but I’ve been procrastinating busy. Sorry haha! Also, my first one-shot. Ever. Please enjoy, and reblog if you enjoy!

Summary: In which Sadrien is Sad, and Marinette tries to help. Angst ensues.

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Gabriel Agreste’s Christmas Eve soirée was spectacular, as usual. The food was exquisite, the decorations were ornate, and the tree was magnificent. Everyone chattered among themselves, though all were making attempts to approach Gabriel himself. Adrien would have attempted to sneak out hours ago, except his father would call him over every few minutes to “introduce” him; Adrien knew that it was mostly to prevent him from leaving.

“I hope you don’t have plans for tonight, Adrien,” Gabriel had said, “because your attendance is required. I don’t want anyone to be under the impression that I can’t control my own son.”

Yeah, imagine a world like that, Adrien had thought bitterly. “I know. I’ll be there, so don’t worry.”

So, Adrien forced a smile, and gave a warm handshake (he’d been keeping his hands in his pockets, blowing hot air on them every minute or so to keep them warm) to everyone to whom his father introduced him, and utilized every small-talk question he’d learned over his years of entertaining his father’s associates.

A thought struck him, well into the night. What was Ladybug doing tonight? Was she with her family? Did she have a lot of brothers and sisters with which she shared her holiday cheer? Did they watch Christmas movies over hot chocolate and bûche de Noël? Did they have a tradition of opening one small gift on Christmas Eve? If so, was she opening hers right now?

Was she thinking of him, too?

Adrien suppressed a lovesick sigh. He knew that his every move was being watched not only by the press, but also by his father; even still, he couldn’t help it. Ladybug made him giddy and nervous whenever she intruded his thoughts without warning.

He wondered if she was a fan of him as a model. He hoped not. If she was, then she didn’t see him as a human, just like everyone else with the exception of his friends. He was just a body, a doll that the photographers could pose any way they wanted, and they made millions because of it.

Adrien shook his head. He didn’t want to think about that now. No need to add that to his sadness. He just had to take things as they were and deal with it.

All he knew: later tonight, he had to get out of here.

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On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, Jay Gave to You...

A Peter Maximoff x Reader!


It was the middle of the night on Christmas eve, well technically Christmas morning, when you were woken up.

Groaning and moaning, you squinted under the light of the flashlight being held in your face. There was a lot of hushed laughter and shushes but they went silent when you sat up, “What the hell guys?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

Scott, Warren, and Kurt were leaning over the edge of your bed, gesturing for you to be quiet.

You rolled your eyes, and whispered, “What?”

Looking like he was doing everything he could not to laugh, Scott whispered back, “There’s a special present for you downstairs.”

You raised an eyebrow at the three. Now, you didn’t hate the three, but they certainly weren’t your favorite group and this was not the first or last time they would try to trick you into doing something stupid. It was then you noticed the missing fourth member of their group, Peter. Now he was one annoying guy, not to mention the fact he told you nearly everyday he was in love with you. And it wasn’t like you hated him either, you just liked to mess with him, and you weren’t even sure if he really liked you, or if he was just joking.

You shook your head, ridding your thoughts of the speedster, “Guys is like two in the morning, can’t you do whatever dumb trick you’re planning in the morning?”

“It not a trick, (Y/n), just go look under the tree. We won’t leave until you do.”

Weighing your options, you figured it was better to just go downstairs and see what they wanted you to see so you could go back to sleep.

You shuffled along behind the three, and they stopped at the end of the hall, motioning for you to go ahead.

Glaring at them, you begrudgingly did so, and froze at what you saw under the tree.

There was the normal things, like presents, and then there was Peter.

He was lying on his side under the tree with his hand on his hips. Naked.

Two bows covered his nipples and there was a wrapped box conveniently placed over his junk. And finally placed on his head, there was one of those hats with mistletoe hanging from it.

He laid there with a confident smile, and winked.

Letting out a snort, you hunched over, laughing so hard you could hardly breath.

“What the hell Peter?” you said between breaths.

“Merry Christmas, my love.” he said dramatically, and you could hear the hushed laughter of the boys from the other room.

“Why?” you asked as you started to control your giggles.

“I’m your present!”

“Are you serious right now?” you asked.

“Yes, I am, now unless you want me to move this box and get up, I suggest you come over here and give me a kiss.” he winked, shaking the mistletoe hat.

Shaking your head, you walked over, dropped onto your knees and pulled him up into a kiss.

And as you two passionately maked out under the tree, neither of you noticed the camera flashing. And let me just say, Professor Xavier was not pleased when they sent out Christmas cards to the whole school with that picture on the front.

Once I was 30 Years Old

Summary: Phil’s 30th birthday brings a flood of growing up-related anxieties, much to his dismay. Dan, however, knows just how to fix it: by recreating the day they met, swapping out Manchester for London–and with a surprise Phil never sees coming.

Word Count: 4.4k

Genre: Fluffy angst

Extra tags: Comfort, domestic

Warnings: Some anxiety/worry? Otherwise none

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A/N: Okay, I know it’s not actually Phil’s birthday yet, but I really, really wanted to use this idea and I just couldn’t wait. I hope you enjoy this giant fluff-fest, it made me really happy to write!

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Imagine extending an invitation to Gibbs to spend Christmas with you, as neither of you have anyone to spend it with.

You padded into the kitchen on your way to the living room, a handful of neatly wrapped Christmas presents cradled in your arms. Gibbs looked up from where he was peeling potatoes, “Want some help?”

“I’ve got it,” you flashed the man a smile, peering around your armload of boxes so you could see where you were going. “Just tell me if I’m about to walk into a wall.”

Gibbs put down his potato, moving to help you, “Come on, I promise I won’t peek,” he chuckled, taking a few of the presents. You shot him an amused look and let him help you place them under the tree.

They weren’t anything big, mostly just for the sake of decoration than anything else. Presents for coworkers, a couple for friends, not many that would actually get opened on Christmas day. One for your dog, one or two for Gibbs, those were the only ones that would get opened on the big day.

“You know you didn’t have to get me anything,” Gibbs commented, flashing you a smile.

“And you don’t have to insist on making dinner,” you shot back, straightening and crossing your arms.

Gibbs chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, “Consider it my way of saying thank you.”

“Merry Christmas, Gibbs.”

“Merry Christmas, [f/n].”

Gif Credit: Gibbs

What are we going to do on Christmas

Summary: You never loved Christmas but your boyfriend do so when the time come you let him choose do whatever he wants od the special date. You just didn’t think that he would use this chance for surprising you with the most perfect Christmas that you ever had.

Words: 2676 ( Officially the biggest thing I ever wrote.)

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Fluffy and Smut (oral sex, spanking and unprotected sex be safe kids.) You might want Steve as your boyfriend when you finish reading this.

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

 .“What are we going to do on Christmas?“ You look at your boyfriend Steve on the bed with you "I don’t know what you want to do?” He looks at you like you just had killed a puppy and you are confused “You don’t know? The person who plans her birthday six months earlier, the one who throw me a surprise party with a 40’s theme, the only person who Tony let have an opinion in his party’s don’t know what is gonna do on Christmas the biggest holiday of the year?“

“Yeap that one.” He gets up and you can see that he is hurt and confused by the look in his eyes “But you love the holidays … What are we gonna do now?” You get closer to him putting your hands on his “We are gonna do whatever you want to do, you can even boss me around if you want to. Anything for you have the perfect holiday.”

“I don’t like to boss you around.” Why he couldn’t understand that you just weren’t in the mood for a big party? You would do whatever he wanted to do. “Of course you like Steve you even get off on that.” Your sex joke put him in a better mood “Only when you are naked.”

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Christmas Pajamas

Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Word count: 667
Warnings: Fluff
Challenge:  This was written for @avasmommy224’s Jenn’s Christmas Prompts & Gifs Challenge. My prompt was Christmas and the GIF I was given is:

Originally posted by poreclainhearts17

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