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.”
Rhodey: Okay fine, but we’re turning it into a Hummer. Corvette’s are completely show-off-y, uselss, mid-life crisis cars. Tony: I’m just going to pretend I didn’t hear that, Honey Bear.
Thank you guys for the prompts and so sorry for the wait! This definitely got a little more intense than my original plan… :P But no regrets! Here is the Sciencelings’ attempt at an (ill-advised) birthday present. They tried
Harry greeted from the doorway of your shared bedroom, his eyes looking discreetly at the clock that stated it’s 1 AM in the wee hours of morning.
“Told you not to wait up for me.”
He took his polo off that was slightly damp from his swear along with his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, going to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, feeling the extra fatigue come to his system once he felt fresh from having been tired in the studio and having a few drinks in the bar.
He went to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on your cheek, a downgrade of what used to be a long kiss on your lips or a hug in where he’d nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck, completely inhaling your scent before pressing little kisses.
“How was your day?”
“’S good, finished some backing vocals. Had a few drinks with Nick and Kendall.”
Your stomach slightly felt queasy at the mention of her, but the feeling lifted for a second to realize that Harry’s your boyfriend, not her’s.
You weren’t blind to not see the older pictures of Harry and Kendall every time you scrolled down your feed of any social media account, nor the times Hardy made clear and evident that she was just a friend yet with him being a bit more talkative when she was there.
Yet deep inside you, you had the assurance that Harry loves you, yet not eaxactly as much as expressive as you are.
“You tired, baby?”
You asked, your hand going through his hair which made him release a sound of comfort, his head pressed upon your palm, humming out an answer you expected.
You immediately relaxed once you heard Harry’s voice the moment he accepted your call, the bass of the loud music as his background not going unnoticed.
“Where are you, love?”
“O — oh! I forgot to tell you this morning! It’s Kendall’s birthday today!”
The plan of spending a special night with Harry crumbled underneath your fingertips, making you take a deep breath to control yourself.
It was supposed to be a night to be spent completely between the both of you, especially now that you were promoted a rank higher in your job, something that you’ve hoped for ever since the start.
“What time are you going home, H?”
He hummed, the image of Harry probably looking at his watch striking in your mind, making you wait anxiously.
“Maybe a few minutes after midnight? And Y/N, baby, I told you not to wait up for me. ’S the reason why you’re always tired in the morning.”
“God forbid I get tired, Harry. Wish her a happy birthday for me, will you?”
“Will do, love,” he almost shouted since he couldn’t hear himself through the music, the sound of his name being called by probably one of his friends being heard by the both of you.
“Okay. I love y-…”
You were cut short with the line being completely dropped, upsetting you maybe a bit more than it should, making you turn your attention to the drink in front of you.
“Cheating. They call it emotional cheating.”
Harry’s eyebrows immediately furrowed from what you were saying, stopping himself from putting some clothes in his duffel bag that would last him for a day and in his toiletries, his attention completely turning towards you whose arms are crossed and standing in the doorway.
“Love, what the hell are you saying?”
He asked, nearing towards you and putting his hands on your shoulder, a concerned look on his face.
“Is this about your birthday tomorrow? Baby, I told you I would make up for it. You know I promised James I would come to his baby shower. Which happens to be in a yacht for a day.”
“I would be lying if I tell you that I didn’t notice how invested you are in Kendall. Every time you see her, the picture; the conversations.”
Harry breathed out since he noticed you lately of you changing your habits slightly, of how your eyes looked tired.
Yet beyond that, he didn’t seem to notice on how much you compromised. On how much you adjusted your life around him so you could be simply with him.
“Love, it just happens that James invited Kendall too. It isn’t my decision.”
You stared at your feet, feeling the hollowness in your heart for what felt alike in the past few months, your hands being put on top of his shoulders.
“You love me, right?”
It was obvious.
The moment Harry appeared on the door from the night after James’ baby shower, he already knew that you knew it.
And in fact, you already knew it, if it wasn’t for the people tagging you on posts numerously that your phone blew up with notifications, nor the text James sent saying that he’s sincerely sorry because if he knew, he wouldn’t invite either of them and even scold Harry.
He was looking at you expectingly, the tears already flowing out of his eyes as his heart dropped on the sight of you sitting silently on the couch, cussing himself silently of how much he messed up.
“Please say something.”
His voice cracked, pleading for you to say anything, whether it would favor him or not because at that moment, the silence was killing him slowly. He knew how well you could give a silent treatment and remembered a promise to himself long ago that he wouldn’t cross you again because he hates it.
He hates every single bit of it.
“That’s a nice birthday present.”
His heart tightened of what she just said, regretting the things he’ve done faster than when he did it, fully knowing that you can’t and you’re not looking into his eyes.
“I’m giving you a choice. So you wouldn’t think of me as being selfish.”
You stood up, looking down the floor until your feet was a good ruler away from his shoes, making it as a basis so that you wouldn’t get close to him.
“Five days. First choice is I stay here and not talk nor do anything that has to do with me interacting with you. Second is that I stay in a hotel and we could talk. On the phone, one call. Five minutes a day.”
“Love-…” Harry cut himself short, clenching and unclenching his fist at the weight of the moment he carries.
“It would kill me to not either see you nor talk to you.”
You wanted to fight him with what he said, but you took off the urge, your gaze still fixed on the floor.
Harry gulped, desperately wanting to fix what he caused in the first place.
He knew it. He knew it better than anyone should to not break your trust. Especially when you cussed at him while fighting. And yet again, he brought it upon himself. The both of you suffering.
Harry hiccuped out his answer amidst his tears, feeling the pain sear right through his seams that he felt shitty to say the least.
Would he use his five minutes now?
It was less than thirty minutes after you left the house on the same day he went home, bringing yourself and nothing else but your car, your keys, your phone and your cash.
You figured that you would buy clothes in the mini boutiques the hotel has once the air gets too suffocating in your room.
You figured that you would rely on the hotel’s complimentary incentives for the toilteries.
You figured that you would have a drink or two from the mini bar they consider that’s in their mini refigerator.
Harry thought of it for a moment if it would be a good time to use his five minutes. Even better is what’s he going to say.
Your commitment is hanging on by five phone calls he’s going to make, your judgement, and maybe includes his prayers for you to be back on his arms.
DEVELOPER(S):Bobby “ponett” Schroeder ENGINE: RPGMaker VX Ace GENRE: RPG, Fantasy SUMMARY: SLARPG is a short, turn-based RPG following the story of Melody Amaranth, a kindhearted but meek transgender fox who’s decided to learn healing magic and become a paladin. She’s joined by her adventurous girlfriend Allison, as well as their friends Claire (a sarcastic, rule-bending witch)(she is also trans) and Jodie (a dependable, somewhat motherly knight). Over the course of the story, our inexperienced heroes will meddle with forces beyond their control and find themselves responsible for the fate of their quaint little hometown. They’ll also fight some spherical frogs, travel to a forgotten land in the sky, befriend a robot or two, and anger the local librarian. But that should go without saying.
(A/N) THE MOMENT OF TRUTH HAS ARRIVED PEOPLE. THE SCENARIO YOU HAVE BEEN BEGGING ME FOR OVER AND OVER, I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED IT. HERE HE IS, IN ALL HIS GLORY. CALL BOY JOHNNY! I hope you all enjoy this one as much as I did writing it!! I’M THIRSTIN’ SO HARD RN
P.S. Yes, I’m the same blog as the original Call Boy Yuta smut. I changed my url from @chokemewithjaehyunschoker to @caliboyjaeffrey ! Hope no one get’s confused lol
You woke up slowly, the sheets and blankets kicked off in your sleep and tangled in your legs. You felt content as you looked over at your alarm clock, the time being in the late afternoon. Sleeping in was your passion, you’d stayed up super late the previous night anyway, not too bothered that half the day was gone. You gazed out the one big window in your bedroom, the one that looked out at the bustling city. Snow had fallen last night, dusting over the streets and cars like powdered sugar on pancakes. It didn’t really feel like your birthday, but it wasn’t so bad to wake up on a day as pretty as this one.
Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room,
"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-"
"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated.
Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed.
“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear,
(A/N: Here’s a little treat! Don’t worry, this is an all fluffy fic!)
Steve Harrington x Reader
Plot Summary: The one constant that has been in Steve’s life for the past year or so has been you. But what happens when he doesn’t quite get the timing right?
One quiet night. Finally, a quiet night after all of the Upside-Down, demogorgon bullshit that came with Hawkins and the group you knew. Jonathan and you had shared a class together and became decent acquaintances, until you found yourself roped into the insanity of it all.
So, you enjoyed it. You finished helping the staff and committee make plans the ‘Snow Ball’ at the middle school for the day and now you’re back in the safe confines of being in a soft bed, home alone while your parents went out for dinner. You threw in a mixtape and pulled out a book, snuggled into the covers of your bed while you let yourself try to forget the events of the past year or so as they drifted into mind.
Prompt: "If you want to get technical it costs exactly zero dollars to murder someone if you keep it simple.“
“So you’re going to steal it?” you asked the five criminals sitting in front of you. It wasn’t that you had a problem with it, you wouldn’t be hanging around criminals if you did, you just wanted to make sure you were clear on the plan.
“Why do you keep bringing your girlfriend to these things, Quill?” Rocket looked up at him, his arms crossed.
“What? You came barging in here yelling how you knew what your birthday present to yourself was going to be this year!” Peter threw his arms out angrily.
“Whatever.” Rocket waved him off. “Yeah, we’re going to steal it. But they stole it first. We’re bringing balance to the universe.”
“I don’t think that’s how that works but ok.”
“While we are there, we can steal some of their weapons and give them to the people so that they may defend themselves against any further attacks from these men,” Gamora suggested.
“That’s a good idea.” Peter leaned forward to inspect the blueprints Rocket had provided.
“So now you’re Robin Hood and the merry men?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Gamora is not a man,” Drax pointed out.
“And you’re not so merry, big guy.” Peter gave the specs one last look, before returning his attention to Rocket. “Do you have a plan?”
“It’s a pretty easy to get into. We can just knock most the guards out and I can hack the doors easy.”
“But we may run into a problem here,” The raccoon hopped of his seat so that he could point to the area he was talking about. There was a small blurb of information connected to the area by a short line. “There is a security team here. Hard skulls. Ya know, if you let me buy-”
“I already told you, we don’t have that kind of money,” Peter said dismissively.
”If you want to get technical it costs exactly zero dollars to murder someone if you keep it simple.“ You leaned back slightly, bringing your foot up to rest on the opposite leg. “I’ve been on this planet for awhile. I know the species. They may be hard to knock out, but pretty easy to kill, if you know what you’re doing. Don’t even need that fancy weapon Pete won’t letcha buy.”
Rocket looked up at you, clearly shocked. “I change my mind, Quill. You should bring her to more of these things.”
“I am Groot.”
“I don’t care. I like her plan.”
“We made a promise to the Nova man not to kill anymore people,” Drax spoke up.
“Guys, relax. I was joking. I’m not gonna help you kill anyone.”
“Were you serious about knowing the species though?” Peter looked at you.
You smiled at him. “Not only that, but I know this group specifically. They’re a highly skilled group of fighters that you can hire as security for the right price. They typically work in teams of five to ten.” Leaning forward and resting your arms on your legs, you looked at the blueprints. “If you can get me into their computer system, I could probably tell you the fighting style and strengths and weaknesses on the team working the day you plan on breaking in. Once you know that, you should be able to incapacitate them.” Pulling your attention away from the blueprints, you were suddenly very aware of the looks you were currently receiving. “I, uh, worked at a bar by their…” You paused searching for what to call it. “Training facility. Get a man drunk enough and you can find out his whole life story.”
“I agree with Rocket,” Gamora looked from you to Peter. “You should bring her to more of these.”
since it is your 39th birthday today. I not only hope you’ll spend a wonderful day with your loved ones and are able to enjoy a tasty birthday cake, but also wanted to use that opportunity to thank you.
Thank you for giving us Dean Winchester. For making him such a well rounded and real feeling character with edges and flaws.
Thank you for putting so much emotion into your performance and managing to move us with just a lip quiver, a certain look in your eyes or one silent tear.
Thank you for being able to convey so much with so little and sometimes achieve the most impact that way. Not with grand gestures but with small but important moves.
Thank you for being true to yourself, for not letting any kind of fame get to your head but remaining beautifully down to earth.
Thank you for being goofy and not taking yourself too seriously, for knowing how to make fun and laugh about yourself.
Thank you for sharing tiny bits of your daily and family life with us here and there - it’s by no means something anyone should take for granted or see as a given or something to be expected. Thank you for that, it’s a sign of trust you have in the fandom and I hope many people will treat it as such - a gift and as something special.
Thank you for doing conventions. For sharing your views and headcanons on the show and Dean Winchester as a character in panels or meet greets.
Thank you for managing to make everyone feel welcome when taking a picture with you and trying to lessen the tension and nervousness.
Thank you for hugs, for funny stories and for your voice. Thank you for being able to embrace standing on stage and singing for and with us and enjoying it! Just between us: You’re doing one hell of a job! And we appreciate it so so much! Thank you for letting us have a good time together!
Happy birthday, Mr. Jensen Ackles. If I could I’d hand over an Emmy for you as a birthday present, because you would have deserved to get one for your acting a few times by now. So Mr. Ackles, have a wonderful and hopefully sunny day, have a slice of pie for your “alter ego” Dean Winchester too. He has had way too little time to devour some himself lately! Keep up your good work and stay true to yourself!
I and many others sure love you for exactly who your are!
Summary: “You’re more carefree, more enthusiastic about things and far more passionate about the little things. While Bucky likes to be careful and… a little less enthusiastic. And that’s what makes him think how a strange match like yours would last long?”
Librarian AU (Librarian!Bucky x Tattoo Artist!Reader; sorta)
Word Count: 3556 (lol i didnt think it would be so long)
Warnings: mostly fluff, nsfw
IMPORTANT: minors on my tag list, you guys can read this fic until ||nsfw|| tag that i’ve added you guys deserve the fluff!!
Author’s Note: written for @sebashtiansatan‘s writing challenge also, Alaska consider this as your early birthday present from me!! ily, darling!
Bucky had told you, he so
had warned you. But you weren’t gonna listen to him. It was one of those times
when you had your mind set on doing something and you won’t stop until it’s
done. And by God he swears, you are so fucking stubborn at times that no one can convince you
But it was when you asked Bucky - your
overly paranoid boyfriend - to skip his last lecture and tag along with you on
this little adventure that he so
sincerely told you that once in
your lifetime you should actually listen to him and see how ridiculous your so
called awesome idea is.
But it was of no use, you went anyway and he
came with you, anyway; couldn’t refuse those cute blackmailing puppy dog eyes,
and your sweet little pout.
He was waiting inside the shop and to
be totally fucking honest, he was terrified. First off, he hates needles even
though he’s not the one under the little object. And second of all, he still is
opposed to this whole affair, which he knows would turn into a total fiasco today or tomorrow. He hopes it doesn’t fail, though.
moldy is an incredible friend and has been hugely supportive of me ever since i first started getting more involved in the fandom, and i cannot thank her enough for all the kindness and encouragement she’s given me.
SO THANKS FOR BEING BORN MOLDY YA BIG DORK, IM SO GLAD U EXIST!! 🎉🎂🎁
AN: hey everyone! this is my first deh oneshot, so i hope you enjoy.
July 10: Connor and Evan have been dating for a few months now, and today is Evan’s birthday. Connor has no idea what to get him, so he seeks help from his sister Zoe and Evan’s other friend Jared. Unfortunately, they’re as clueless as he is.
Word Count: 1,123
“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!” Connor panicked, pacing back and forth in his bedroom.
It was currently noon, and Connor had planned to pick up Evan for a little birthday date at four, but there was one problem. He didn’t have a present.
“Dude, calm down. Just get him like a plant or something. He likes trees, right?” Jared sat in Connor’s office chair, spinning in circles and acting calmer than the Murphy boy.
“Why don’t you buy him a Keurig? Everyone loves Keurigs,” Zoe chimed in. She was sprawled out on Connor’s bed with her head hanging upside down off the side.
“Where we goin’ Mama?” You asked your mother, Amber, while swinging your feet up and down in the backseat of the car as you watched the road pass by out the window.
“We’re going to see your daddy.” She told you in a tone your three your old brain couldn’t process. She seemed sad but was using a happy tone with you.
“Daddy!” You shouted in an excited voice, your father worked a lot and you didn’t get the chance to see him often. He worked constantly with your uncle and was always driving around fighting the bad guys. There were only a few times a year when you got to see him; your birthday, father’s day, Christmas, and two or three weekends out of the year; so whenever you got to see him it was a big deal.
“I’m so excited to see Daddy, Mama!” You told her as you continued to swing your feet even faster as you grew more eager. “When we gonna get there”
“We’ll be there in about an hour, we’re going to Mr. Bobby’s house. Daddy and Uncle Dean are there.” She said with a smile.
Fifty minutes later your mom pulled up to Singer’s Auto Salvage and you were bounding up and down your car seat. “Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad.” You repeated happily over and over as you waited for your mother to open the backseat door so you could get out.
As she opened the door you looked up to the house and saw your father walking out with a confused look on his face, “Daddy!” You shouted as you ran towards him with your arms open in a ‘pick me up’ motion.