i want him under the christmas tree

Christmas fail // Hvitserk Ragnarsson // Vikings imagine 🥀🖤

Requested — “OKAY HERE’S MY IDEA. Being married to Hvitty and having 2 kids (boy and girl so everyone’s happy), and getting CAUGHT PUTTING PRESENTS UNDER THE CHRISTMAS TREE 🎄 Then Hvitserk and reader being like 😐😐 and coming up with (stupid) excuses, hoping their sleepy children will just forget what they saw and still believe in Santa 🎅. God why do I love him so much ??” @sweetvengeancee @oddsnendsfanfics

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You had been married to Hvitserk for about five years now, and three years ago you had twins, it was everything you and Hvitserk ever wanted. So when Christmas came around they got spoiled rotten. When the time came to get the presents out, you were pros apart from this time.

Hvisterk carried your twins, Brandt and Asa to bed when they fell asleep by the fire, once Hvitserk had tucked them into bed you began to get the presents out and put under the tree, you both were treading lightly on your feet, placing everything down and quietly as you could.

“Hvitserk, try to be a little more quiet!”

“Sorry” you both were speaking so quietly so you didn’t wake the children.

“Hvit, I’m going to go in the barn and bring in some vegetables ready to prepare for tomorrow” you told him in a whisper

“Just be quiet when you close the door”

*you shut the door as quietly as possible*

Hvitserk continues to place the presents down without making a sound, until he tripped over one of the chair legs he didn’t know what there, a big, loud thud sound as he hit the ground woke up the children.

Brandt and Asa remained quiet because they thought Father Christmas was bringing their gifts

“Brandt Father Christmas is here!”

“Should we go and look at him, Asa?” The children were whispering to each other.

Brandt and Asa tiptoed lightly as they could so they weren’t heard on their little feet.

Hvitserk was getting up rubbing his arm where he fell.

“Asa is that-?” Brandt said confused

“Father?” Asa and Brandt said at the same time

Hvitserk turned in shock

“Children! It’s late what are you doing out of bed?” He said in a hurry

“What are you doing with our presents father?” Brandt asked in confusion

“Is Father Christmas real, father?” Asa went on to say as the children fired Hvitserk with questions

*you walk through the door to find your children awake firing your husband with questions*

“Children what are you doing up at this time?” You asked

“Is Father Christmas real? Why was father putting present under the tree?!” Brandt said in his tired sleepy three year old voice

“Your fathers just checking to see if Father Christmas thinks you’ve been naughty or nice” you said leading them back to their beds

“So he is real?” Asa asked

“Of course he is my children! I promise you” you said as they got into bed.

The children went back to sleep as soon as they got into their beds. You and Hvitserk kiss both of them goodnight

“I told you to be quiet!” You said whispering angrily

“I was but I tripped over a chair!” Hvitserk said in embarrassment

“You tripped over a chair?” You whispered giggling

“Now you be quiet or you’ll wake them!” He said but you kept laughing

*next morning*

the children were opening their presents, big smiles in their little faces

“Mother father Brandt and I had the sad dream last night” Asa said

“What was that love?” Hvitserk asked

“You and mother were putting out the presents instead of Father Christmas!” Asa said looking at you both

“What an odd dream, As, oh look uncle Ivar is here!” You said changing the subject as your daughter was running to her favourite uncle

“At least they think it’s a dream” You said to Hvitserk

You both looked in each others eyes smiling before Hvitserk gives you a short and sweet kiss, putting his arm around you

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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.”

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.

Blocked.

Originally posted by berry852

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: angst for days, angry sex, rough sex, dirty talk
word count: 2.2k
drabble prompt: a sequel to Unknown
a/n: a lot of people asked for this, so, here it is. Enjoy!


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“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.

           “Yes?”

           “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.

           “This.”

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

           “Okay.”

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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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


*YOOSUNG:

-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.

-…a….poSITIVE. PREGNANCY. TEST.

-ALMOST FAINTS

-HONESTLY TEARS UP OMG

-”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


*JUMIN:

-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.”

- that’s noT HOW PRESENTS WORK, DAMMIT JUMIN

-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.”

*SAEYOUNG:

-HIS FIRST REAL CHRISTMAS

-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?”

-INSTANT SOBBING

-HE’S WANTED A FAMILY WITH YOU SINCE THE MOMENT HE MET YOU

-NOW HE’S GOING TO HAVE ONE

-LITERALLY COULD NOT GET ANY HAPPIER

-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.”


*SAERAN:

-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 CAN FEEL HIM TENSE UP UNDERNEATH YOU IMMEDIATELY

-HE ACTUALLY DROPS THE BOX ONTO YOUR LAP

-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..”

- SOMEONE PROTECT HIM

*ZEN

-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

-zenChristmasisntacompetition

-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

*JAEHEE

-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

*V

-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

-alsowhatahorriblegiftwtfthanksastickandacardthattellsmetogetsurgery,hownice

-“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

-CHILD???

-WHAT

-“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”

-hetearsupohmygoshyourepregnantyouregonnahavehisbabyholyshitthisisreal

-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

He Loves You, Mr. Pitch

A/N: Snowbaz proposal textfic! This is my first new posted thing in a while–hope you enjoy. :) Italics is Baz, normal text is Penelope. 

December 1st, 2019 - 2:15 pm

help

what now?

I’m going to propose to Simon

What do i do

2:17 pm

PENNY I NEED ADVICE

Well I’m sorry you’re a failure at all things romantic, Basil.

But I will help your sorry ass this time, I guess.

Well thanks Bunce.

Oh, no need.

So what ideas have you got?

Uh

Well…

Look. I’m not even sure if he’ll say yes.

What are you talking about. Of course he’ll say yes.

(Actually, I didn’t tell you this, but he’s proposing to YOU on the 24th. So if you want to beat him to it, I suggest you get to work.)

O.o

O.m.g.

[Penny Bunce has left the conversation]


December 5th - 6:05pm

Did you get the links I emailed you?

Yeah. Cute. :3

I know! :D

So. Any you like?

Not particularly.

:P Picky much?

Ha. ha.

It’s just.. I want to do something original and special, and very US. You know?
I get it :)

But it did give me a few good ideas.

How does a sleighride proposal sound?

Cheesy.

*sigh* you’re probably right.

Plus, Simon’s terrified of horses.

True again

See? You need me.

No i don’t.

Shhhh

Whatever, Bunce. He’s my boyfriend. I knew all that already.

Well he’s MY best friend, and you apparently need me to remind you of the little details.

Sure.

Blah, blah, concessions. ;)

Shut up

Won’t.

Shall.

Shan’t.

BUNCE. Back to the topic, PLEASE.

Fiiiine.

Why don’t you two do something reminiscent of the night you got together?

You mean with fire and angst and a tear-stained kiss? I don’t think so.

I don’t like to remind him of… well, when he had magick.

You’re right. :/

Not that either, then.

Mhm.

I want to propose on Christmas Eve, actually. But if he’s going to…

You could coordinate it. ;)

How?

Oh.

Before he starts bridging into the proposal, you’ve got to take charge and beat him to it.

Right. That’ll be hard…

You’re better at words than Simon– more domineering a conversationalist. Really, Baz, it’ll be easier than you think.

Oh, an important detail: do you have a ring?

…uh

I’m still deciding.

Well decide soon.

Do you need advice on that, too? xD

No, Bunce. I can make a jewelry selection without YOU.

:P Alright, Pitch. Your loss.

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December 7th - 8:42 pm

Hey! :) How’s planning?

Ugh.

Ugh?

I’m exhausted, Bunce. Men’s football is no joke.

Aw. Sorry.

It’s not your fault. I’ll live.

I bought the ring this afternoon.

Really? What does it look like? Is it a diamond ring?

Ew, no. That’d look gaudy.

It’s solid gold. Engraved.

O_O Merlin.

I’m not even going to ASK how much that cost.

Then don’t ;)

ROFL, Basilton.

What does it say?

“I choose you”.

Awwwwwwwwwwwww

Glad you approve.

It’s adorable.

Mine matches.

Good. :)

So now you’ve got to ask him.

…yes.

That’s the problem.

Take him on an evening date. Go to the cinema. Ice skate. Eat gingerbread cookies.

…I just might. :)

I want it to be perfect, though. I want to do exactly the right thing, and say everything I should.

It’s not going to happen.

But :/

No buts.

It’s not the proposal that matters. Even if you pulled out a ring on a casual lunch date, he’d say yes.

You think so?

He loves you, Mr. Pitch. No question.

:)

Don’t stress, ok?

Alright.

I should sleep.

Goodnight. :)

Ttyl


December 15th, 2019 - 1:06 am

BUNCE

BUNCE ARE YOU AWAKE???

I am now.

What do u want?

I got a brilliant idea!

At one am? :/

Yeah. Sorry.

What’s your brilliant idea?

I could take him out for that Christmas date you suggested, and we can sit under one of the huge Christmas trees in the city.

Then I’d give him a present. He’ll open it, and it’ll be a scone (from Watford–the kind that he likes), with a ribbon and ring tied around it.

…you know, that’s kinda cute.

Should I do it?

Go for it.

Just let me sleep

Oh yeah. Sorry.

Night bunce.

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December 20th, 2019 - 4:32 pm

Hey, Bunce.

I’m kind of having a freak-out here.

What’s wrong?? O.o

I’m not sure if I can do this.

The proposal?

Baaaaz

Of course you can. You got this. :)

What if he says no.

He won’t. Trust me.

Prove it.

Well, you KNOW how much he loves you. He’s been daydreaming about weddings a lot lately. Talking about how he wants to settle down.

With who, though?

With YOU, genius. Sheesh.

He actually called off his own proposal plan, though

Why?

Because he’s scared YOU’LL say no.

You’re joking.

I’m not.

Why would he be afraid of that?

Because he LOVES you, and a cool rejection would kill him.

How many times must I clarify this for your benefit?

Eternally, Bunce. It’s almost too much for me to believe.

That he loves you?

…yes.

Well… keep trying to believe it. Ok? :)

Fine.

PROPOSE, Baz. Tell him exactly what he means to you. Slide the ring on his finger. Do it.

:) I fucking will.

Good luck.

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December 25th, 2019 - 12:30am

BAZ !!! 

ARE YOU THERE????

WHAT HAPPENED???????

:) I’m here. Just got back to Fiona’s flat.

Simon texted me some garbled screaming, then dropped off. I want details!!!

TELL ME!!!

Ok, ok. Crowley.

So.

I took Simon to his favorite coffeeshop in the Downtown. We got hot chocolates. Then we went to an outdoor ice rink. Snow nearly broke his neck more than once. Then he tried holding onto me, and he didn’t trip as much. It was lovely. And awkward. Just like him.

Finally we made it to the big tree just down the road, in a small park. There were lots of couples and groups scattered about.

I gave him the box, and he ripped it open eagerly. He saw the scone first, I think, because he got that funny gleam in his eyes that ALWAYS has something to do with food. Then his whole expression changed. He froze. I think he saw the ring.

“Don’t talk,” I said, when he started to open his mouth. I took his hand and tried to begin my scripted speech. (I wrote one, you know.) But all of a sudden, I couldn’t recall it.

“Snow…” I said. “Simon. I love you. You matter more to me than anyone or anything in this world.”
“When you first told me you wanted to be with me, you informed me that you were a terrible boyfriend. Now… I want to ask if you’ll do me the honor of becoming my terrible husband…”

*wild applause* :) :) :) :)

Omg Baz

Delivered with signature flair.

Not really. I was crying. :P

Aw xD what’d he say??

You know how he is with words.

He didn’t say anything.

He just kissed me. :)

BLEEEEEH

Pda…

Aleister Crowley, Bunce. Give us a break.

Never. :)

So. You are now texting Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch III… Simon Snow’s fiance. xD

Congrats!!! I’m so happy for you guys.

When’s the wedding?

We haven’t actually discussed it yet

But i was thinking sometime in the summer.

*nods* lovely

Bristol beach, maybe?

Perhaps.

Do you want to be in the ceremony?

Sure!! :D

I can’t wait.

I won’t say I told you so… ;)

You just did, Bunce.

Oh well. Hehe.

Where is your lucky groom-to-be anyway?

He said he was going to run up and down the Big Ben a bit before he headed back. xD what a moron.

…. Really?

He was kidding!

…I think.

I don’t think so.

You mean he’s not back yet?

No.

….

…you go pick him up, Bunce.

BAZ. Your turn.

Why me??

You’re his fiance.

You’re his flatmate.

You know? Let’s BOTH go find him.

Last one to the tower is a stinking merwolf.

You’re on.

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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.

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]

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)

CUSTOMER REVIEWS: 

“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

BONUS: HE WAS PRACTICALLY PROPOSING OKAY

  • 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 

Waiting Game - Derek Hale x Reader

As always, thanks to @julieanncupcake

Pairing: Soldier!Derek x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist

A heavy sigh escaped (y/n)’s lips as she rolled over in bed just to find the other side empty. She knew she should be used to it by now, it wasn’t the first tour Derek had been on. But it was still so hard, she always woke up alone, missing the way Derek would slowly wake her up in the morning by scattering kisses across her face and neck, his stubble tickling her as she blinked her eyes open.

Forcing herself to get up, (y/n) padded down the hallway, gently pulling Maisy’s bedroom door opened to peek inside. The little girl was snuggled into her duvet with at least ten cuddly toys dotted around her bed. (Y/n) smiled softly, the longing in her chest easing slightly as she knelt by her daughter’s bed. Running her fingers through Maisy’s hair, she watched as the six year old’s eyes fluttered open. She nuzzled into her mum’s hand before asking the same question she asked every morning that Derek was on tour.

“How much longer?”

“Two months, sweetheart” Maisy smiled sleepily, before clambering into (y/n)’s arms and snuggling into her neck as she carried her downstairs. (Y/n) walked over to the calendar next to the fridge, handing Maisy the pen so she could cross off another day. The lines were messy but they only made (y/n) smile because it meant she was one day closer to seeing her husband.

Setting Maisy down, (y/n) started to make breakfast when there was a knock at the door. Scott walked in carrying his son, Rory in his arms. (Y/n) cooed at the two-year-old, reaching out to take him as Scott took over the cooking. She honestly didn’t know what she would do without him, they kept each other sane as they waited for their partners to come home.

“Have you heard anything?” (Y/n) tickled Rory’s stomach, laughing as he gurgled happily. She shook her head, trying not to focus on the disappointment threatening to weigh down her chest. Derek sent messages as often as he could but sometimes that meant waiting for extended periods of time.

“Not today, have you heard anything from Allison?” Scott grinned as he flipped over the pancakes, pulling a letter out of his back pocket and passing it to (y/n). She chuckled as she read Allison’s words, relieved to hear that their unit was doing well as they made progress with their mission. Handing the letter back, she moved to set Rory in his highchair before helping Scott plate up the food.

When Allison and Derek had first left, the two of them had been lost and alone. (Y/n) would always be thankful for the day they bumped into one another on base and decided to spend some time together. It was still difficult but they didn’t feel quite so alone anymore. They finished breakfast, Scott pressing a kiss to (y/n)’s cheek and ruffling Rory’s hair before leaving to go work at the animal clinic downtown.


(Y/n) placed the care package she’d been preparing for Derek on the kitchen table, looking through its contents as she wondered what else she could add. She’d already wrapped his favourite coffee and a new book along with several of his favourite snacks. Looking over at Maisy and Rory as they watched TV, (y/n) smiled as an idea grew in her head.

“Sweetness, do you want to make something to send your dad?” Maisy jumped up, the TV long forgotten as she rambled about all the different things she was going to draw her dad. Within an hour, the kitchen table was covered with a multitude of pictures Maisy had made, even Rory had tried his hand at drawing with his stubby little fingers. Knowing Allison would love it, however illegible it was, (y/n) folded it carefully before writing her name on it so Derek would know to give it to her.

It took Maisy a while to decide what she wanted to send to her dad, but eventually, she singled out three drawings that she deemed good enough. The three of them made their way to the post office, delight running through (y/n)’s veins as she thought of how happy Derek would be when he received it.


The phone rung as (y/n) was preparing the kids’ lunch, she cautioned herself not to get excited but that didn’t stop her from rushing over it.

“Hello”

“Hey baby” (Y/n) felt relief ease the tension in her shoulders as she leant against the kitchen counter. Pulling in a shaky breath, she felt a smile tug at her cheeks.

“How have you been?”

“Good, I miss you both but they’re keeping us busy” (Y/n) closed her eyes, imagining he was in front of her, that she could reach out and brush that one stubborn lock of hair away from his forehead, that she could get lost in his icy green eyes as he smiled at her.

“We miss you too, Der. We sent you something today” Derek chuckled softly, making her heart flutter.

“You didn’t have to do that baby”

“We wanted to and you deserve it” (Y/n) tried to ignore the tears slipping down her cheeks, not wanting to make Derek feel guilty as she was overwhelmed by the deep tone of his voice that was so familiar and yet seemed so distant.

“How’s Maisy doing?” Her eyes flickered over to their daughter, watching as she played with Rory.

“She’s amazing, she’s playing a camel in the Christmas play which means I’ve got to figure out how the hell to make a camel costume” A smile brightened (y/n)’s face as Derek laughed down the phone.

“It’s only October and they’re already organising the Christmas play?”

“I’m kinda thankful, to be honest, I’m going to need as much time as they can give me” He snickered, no doubt shaking his head at his wife’s antics. He was quiet for a moment as he contemplated his next words.

“I might be home by then” Derek’s voice was barely more than a whisper as (y/n) brushed away a stray tear.

“Yeah, I’ll have the tree up and everything” Her voice hitched at the thought of spending Christmas without him if his tour was extended.

“(Y/n/n) please don’t cry. I’ll be home before you know it” (Y/n) nodded despite the fact he couldn’t see her, not wanting to panic the children by how distraught her voice sounded. Derek swore under his breath, signalling that he was running out of time to comfort his wife. “I love you, baby, give Maisy a kiss from me”

“I love you too” (Y/n) held the phone closer to her, as if it meant she could hold onto Derek for just a little bit longer. “Stay safe”

“Always” She squeezed her eyes shut as the call ended, letting her arm drop as she tried to focus on the positives. Derek was alive and safe, that was all she needed to know. (Y/n) prayed that the next two months would fly by so she could be back in her husband’s arm again.

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. 

‘Finally.’

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. 

Telling The Boys You're Pregnant On Christmas Would Include...
Dick

-you guys had been trying for a kid for months
-so when you started to get sick and missed your period you immediately went to the pharmacy to get a pregnancy test
-you wanted to tell Dick immediately but since Christmas was only a week away it could wait
-you decided to tell him in a cute manner
-you wrapped two small little santa boots up
-you placed the gift sneakily under the manor’s Christmas tree
-when it was time to open gifts you made sure to leave the present for last
-“Hey there’s one more gift!” You watched as Stephanie grabbed the small gift, “It’s for Dick.”
-at first Dick was confused, you had already given him his gift
-he ripped it open curiosity getting the best of him
-“I think they’re a few sizes to small.” Dick joked
-“They aren’t for you.” That’s when it hit Dick and the rest of the family
-“YOU’RE PREGNANT!???”
-he jumped on you like an excited dog
-Dick stared to pepper your face with kisses and made sure not to hurt you when hugging you
-he wouldn’t let his family too close to you that night
-he had you wrapped up in his arms all night making sure to have one hand near your stomach

Jason

-it was totally unexpected and you had no idea how he would react
-you had been throwing up a lot lately but you blamed it on the bad weather
-Jason urged you to go the doctor but you dismissed his pleas telling him it was just the stomach flu
-that’s until you noticed that you were getting rounder and alarm bells rang off in your head
-you went to the doctor and that’s how you found out you were pregnant
-you were able to get ultrasound pictures, you put them in a red envelope with Jason’s name and planned to give it to him once he came home from patrol
-he came around the last few hours of Christmas Eve
-you couldn’t wait so you handed him the envelope
-he gave you a questioning look but opened it nonetheless
-his jaw fucking dropped and you were scared he didn’t want the baby
-but that’s until he started crying and pulled you into a hug exclaiming how happy he was
-he showered you with so much love it was overwhelming

Tim

-our poor Tim
-you decided to come straight with it
-no surprise, no nothing
-you told him at the manor with the whole family around
-he freaking fainted
-FAINTED
-Dick tried to stop him from hitting the floor but Tim fell forward slamming his face on the floor
-while Tim was unconscious and the boys were trying to wake you up the girls and Bruce were congratulating you
-the boys finally woke up Tim with a cold ice bucket of water and slaps to the face
-the second he got up he hugged you tight, mind you soaking wet
-but you didn’t mind you were too happy to care and so was he, he didn’t even try to get revenge on his brothers

Damian

-you would tell him in cute way
-you bought a mug and at the bottom of it, it had the words ‘you’re gonna be a dad’
-you went to the manor’s kitchen and served him some hot cocoa in the mug you bought
-the whole family was watching Christmas movies when he finally got to the bottom of the cup
-“OH MY GOD”
-he literally jumped up so fast that the mug slipped out his grasp and hit Tim square in the nose
-the whole family gathered around the mug that was now on Tim’s lap and once they saw the message everyone began to surround and congratulate you
-Damian would not stop saying how lucky he was
-a few minutes later he stood up
-“where are you going?”
-“I have to go buy stuff for the baby!”
-he didn’t listen he still bought stuff, even if the baby wasn’t even two months yet

It’s In His Eyes (Part 1/2)

Originally posted by coldrainy


Summary: This Christmas you find yourself feeling down because of a breakup and you try to figure out how to deal with it. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, angst but I think that’s it

Word Count: 1516

A/N: I asked what I should write and I got a couple responses and both wanted a Christmassy One shot, I decided to make it 2 parts because I’m still working on what I want to happen next, I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always appreciated and please please check out some of my other work! 


Christmas was one of the best times of year.  The lights, the snow, the holiday cheer, it was something that always warmed your heart, since you were a little girl.  One of your favorite things was to drive around on a snowy night with your parents and look at all the houses covered with lights.  Ever since you moved to New York to be a part of the Avenger’s team things hadn’t changed.  You still loved to decorate the tower, you loved to drink hot chocolate by the windows, watching the snow fall over the sleeping city.  You loved watching holiday movies with the team, every new tradition you made with the team was something that reminded you of what you did with your parents as a child, and that was enough for you to keep them in your heart.  

Things were different this year though.  Last year was one of your favorite Christmases because you had Bucky.  Celebrating with him was the most amazing feeling in the world.  Teaching him all of your traditions, sharing warmth on a cold winter night, there was no better feeling than spending Christmas with someone that you truly loved.  Now that was all gone.  This year you would be spending it alone, with the team, but still alone.  


Christmas Eve had approached rapidly as it seemed that December had only begun.  But nonetheless the tower was decorated, stockings hung by the fireplace, lights decking the whole tower and the tree, the perfect center piece of the living room with gifts piling underneath.  There was always way too many gifts, you guys kind of went overboard when it came to getting each other stuff for Christmas, you really needed to start setting a limit, especially for Tony.

The night would bring everyone together.  You would drink boozy hot chocolate, play games and watch a movie in your PJs.  It was like being a little kid again and you loved spending it with all of your friends.  

You pour a shot of peppermint schnapps into your hot chocolate and lean against the counter of the kitchen.  Your eyes followed the string of lights across the room, taking in the warm white light.  

“You okay Y/N? You look like you’re thinking about something.” Nat joins you in the kitchen, eyeing you suspiciously.  

“Its nothing.” You shrug and set down your cup.   

Nat raises her eyebrow at you and then grabs her own mug out of the cupboard.  “If you say so.”

“Where is everybody anyway, usually Tony is up here by now.” You say.

Nat shrugs.  “Probably out doing stupid boy stuff, pelting each other with snowballs or something.”

“HEY! If they were going to have a snowball fight why didn’t they ask me?” You get red with anger.  

“Relax, I was kidding, I don’t know what they’re doing.” Nat says.

You relax and sigh.  “They probably went last minute gift shopping, knowing them they forgot something.”


You are in the middle of a game of Christmas beer pong when you hear the door open.  Weird everyone was here already.  After taking a shot and making it to win against Clint you turn around and almost drop your drink.  

“Damn it.” Clint swears.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late, had to buy some gifts since Steve invited me last minute.” Bucky Barnes walks into the tower with bags of wrapped presents and a bottle of vodka.  He sets down his bags and looks up, straight at you.  

“James.” You say.  

“Y/N, good to see you.” He says.  

Your heart is pounding.  It was your fault that he left in the first place and you had always felt god awful about it.  You run your fingers through your hair trying to think of something to say, but the fact that he is there has rendered you speechless and all you can do is shoot an evil glare at Steve.  You rush over to him and pull him aside to the other room.  “What the hell is he doing here? Do you know how awkward this is Steve?”

“Y/N, Buck is my best friend, do you think he had anywhere else to go on Christmas? The only reason he doesn’t live here is because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, it took me forever to convince him to even come, maybe you can rekindle something.” Steve shrugs at you.

You turn red.  “I don’t think that’s going to happen Rogers.” You sigh and bite your lip, looking around the corner watching as Bucky unpacks his gifts and puts them under the tree while talking to Clint.

“Come on Y/N we all know that you still have feelings for Bucky.”

“I do not!” You say in defense.  “Why would you guys think I still have feelings for him? I pushed him away, I don’t, I don’t have feelings for him.”

Steve sighs.  “Okay, well you can at least try to be friendly with him, he’s part of this team and you’re going to have to learn to live with that.”


The night continued on like normal, well, as normal as it could with you feeling the way you did about Bucky being there.  Steve was right, he was still a part of the team and you had to figure out a way to step passed this oddness that you felt.  And for now the answer to all your problems was more alcohol.  So you started pouring more and more schnapps into your drink, eventually you didn’t even bother to mix it anymore.  You were plastered out of your mind.  

When the movie was over you looked around to realize that no one else was in the room but you and Bucky.  You rolled over on the floor and stared up at the ceiling, watching the lights begin to blur and the room start to spin.  “Bucky?” You call.

He crawls onto the floor, keeping his distance from you but you can still feel his presence.  “Yea, Y/N?”

“It’s really weird you being here.” You say, words forming before you can even think about saying the wrong thing.  

“I know.” He says back.

You sit up and turn to face him, inching a little closer to him.  “I still think about you all the time.” You admit to him.  

He looks up at you  and closes his eyes.  

You put your hand on his cheek.  “I was really stupid to let you go James, so stupid.”  

He grabs your hand with his and pulls away from his face.  “I don’t really think this is the time to do this, you’re drunk.”

You fall forward slightly and rest your head on his chest.  “You’re right I am drunk, and you’re warm.” You snuggle into his chest, savoring the feeling of being close to him again, a feeling that you missed very much.  

He puts his arms around you and pulls you against him as a sigh escapes his lips.  “Come on let’s get you to bed.” He picks you up and carries you down the hallway to your room.  He lays you softly on the bed and covers you up.  “Merry Christmas Y/N.” He kisses your forehead and then leaves the room.  Bucky Barnes always knew how to make you swoon, even when you were drunk.  

You woke up in the morning feeling alright, despite how much you had to drink.  Maybe it was a Christmas thing.  You walk out into the living room where everyone is waiting for you to open presents.  You don’t see Bucky though, where could he have gone?

“Steve, can I talk to you?”

“Sure sweetheart, what’s up.” You pull him into the kitchen and sigh.

“I got pretty drunk last night and I might have said some things to Bucky that were pretty awkward.  Is that why he left?”

“He’ll be back, he just said he forgot something and had to go out and get it.” Steve says.  “What happened?”

You are overjoyed to hear that you didn’t drive him away with your stupidity.  You sigh in relief and look up at Steve.  “Do you think he might still love me?”

Steve looks down at you and runs his fingers through his hair.  “You hurt him pretty bad, he wasn’t the same for weeks after you guys broke up.  He really thought that you were the one for him, he was so happy, happier than I have ever seen him before.” Steve sighs.  “But if I had to guess, I could say that I don’t think he really ever got over you.”

“Really?”

“It’s in his eyes Y/N, the way he still looks at you, there’s that little bit of hope still left in his glance that maybe you could come back.  But don’t do this just because you feel like you have to, don’t hurt him again.  If you really love him still, tell him.” Steve shakes his head.  “He cares about you a lot, always has, don’t make him change his mind.”

You nod.  You had a lot of thinking to do.  

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.

Sonder, Chapter 2 - A Slip of the Tongue

A/N: I was so happy to see you liked the first chapter… writing Blackinnon is always so much fun! ;) Thank you for the feedbacks, and please let me know if you’d like to be tagged.

Chapter 1

Sonder Masterlist

“I don’t know why everyone likes her so much,” Sirius grumbled not much after Marlene stepped into the library. As she walked down the aisle between the tables and the rows of bookshelves, she could feel the eyes on her back, even though she didn’t pay much attention to it. “I mean, she has a nice ass, but that’s the end of her good qualities.”

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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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