Mistletoe (continued)(Various Drabbles)

A/N: A few more characters were requested, I know Christmas is over but w/e. kisses galore here


You yawned tiredly as the end of the Christmas party came near. Leaning your head onto Reinhardts large shoulder, you glance up at him with a smile. Reinhardt looked down at you with a loving look, one of his muscular arms wrap around you.

“Are you tired, liebling?” He asked gently. You nodded and maneuver yourself into his lap, snuggling into his firm chest. His deep chuckle was like music in your ears. “Alright,  let’s get going then.” He picked you up with ease, carrying you bridal style.

“Thanks Rein.”

“Anything for you.” The large German walked out of the room but was stopped by Zarya, who held a smirk on her face. “As much as I would love to arm wrestle you, Zarya, (Y/N) is tired.” You gave the Russian woman a little wave.

“That is not why I stopped you old man.” She laughed and pointed upwards before walking away. Both you and your lover looked upwards, spotting the plant above your heads.

“Mistletoe!” Reinhard laughed with his signature grin on his handsome face. Moving you to only holding you in one arm, his hand cupped your cheek lovingly while place a big kiss on your lips.


You walked through the small town, hand in hand with your cyborg boyfriend, Genji. He kept you close to his body and you and him chatted while looking at all the decorations. It was yours and Genji’s day off and you both were able to have a day out together.

“You are not too cold are you, (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Yeah I’m fine, Genji.” You giggled. “You’ve already given me your scarf.”

“I just don’t want you uncomfortable, my love.” Genji wrapped his around  your shoulders. “Are you sure you don’t want my coat?” You stop and face him, a smile on your face.

“I am very sure.” You both heard giggling as a child approach you, a grin was on her cute chubby face.

“Excuse me! You two are under da mistletoe.” She giggled again and was about to speak again until her mother pulled her away with a quick apology.

“Well you heard the girl, we are under mistletoe.”

“It would be my honor.”  His hands carefully remove his mask, the sound of air releasing was loud and clear. His scarred face was smiling, his deep, chocolate brown eyes stared lovingly into your (e/c) hues. His hand rested on your warm cheeks, and despite his mechanical body, he still felt warm.

“I love you Genji.”

“I love you too.” His rough lips met yours in a sweet kiss.


“Mi amore! Come here!” You heard your girlfriend Sombra call from another room. “I made us hot chocolate.” You practically run to wherever your girlfriend is, you could never pass up a mug of hot chocolate, especially Sombra’s. You go to the kitchen where you heard her voice but found it vacant.

“Sombra?” You called out.

“Boo!” You jumped with a shriek as she became visible behind you. She laughed loudly while wrapping her arms around your waist.

“That’s not funny, Sombra!” You pouted while she moved herself in front of you, her arms still around you.

“I’m sorry, Corazón. But look up!” She smiled and you glanced up at ceiling where mistletoe hung loosely. “How about an apology kiss?”

“Okay fine.” You gave in.  Your lips met with hers briefly, you could taste a hint of chocolate. When you pulled away, you could tell some of her purple lipstick had smudged onto your face. “So where is that hot chocolate?”

“Ah, I’m sorry (Y/N)… I may have drank both of our hot chocolates.”


isoldmysoultocrowley  asked:

I'm 14!! Can you adopt me too? We can all be one big dysfunctional family. 😂😂

Anon 1: Can I join Thai family too? It seems lit

Anon 2: Adopt me too please. I’m 18, but I want to be the angsty-teenager. I’m a rebel at heart.

@crazydemonchild432: Can you adopt me too? I’m a highly sarcastic 13 year old girl

@fanlilypotter: I’m a young baby 15 year old. will I be adopted?

@queen-sombraa: Can I be the sexy aunt who spoils everyone? Even tho’ I’m not sexy haha.

@usopp99999: can you adopt me as well? i’m 16 years old

Let’s fucking do this!

anonymous asked:

mcsombra, for the domestic ship thing

  • Who’s more dominant: Sombra
  • Who’s the cuddler: Sombra
  • Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: McCree/Sombra
  • What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Playing games! Particularly card games.
  • Who uses all the hot water: Sombraaaaa!
  • Most trivial thing they fight over: Who’s doing the chores / which chores they’re doing.
  • Who does most of the cleaning: McCree
  • What has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the netflix queue:
  • Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: It switches off between the two.
  • Who leaves their stuff around: Both of them pfft
  • Who remembers to buy the milk: McCree
  • Who remembers anniversaries: Both! 
  • Who cooks normally: They switch off, sometimes do it together!
  • How often do they fight: Not very often
  • What do they do when they’re away from each other: Probably have a call or some texts, nothing desperate
  • Nicknames for each other: (For McCree) Jess, Huckleberry. (For Sombra) Twilight, Nightshade.
  • Who is more likely to pay for dinner: McCree. He insists.
  • Who steals the covers at night: They’re both semi-consciously fighting over the blankets
  • What would they get each other for gifts: McCree likes buying trinkets or flowers, Sombra likes to buy candy!
  • Who kissed who first: Sombra
  • Who made the first move: McCree
  • Who remembers things: Both
  • Who started the relationship: McCree, I suppose? I feel like their relationship wouldn’t be set in stone, it was something that gradually happened silently
  • Who cusses more: Pfft, hard to say. Might go with McCree
  • What would they do if the other one was hurt: Depending on how badly hurt they are- if it wasn’t something too big, they apologize and move on. Bigger things, they apologize, have some space from each other before talking about it. McCree is most likely to initiate those conversations
  • Who is the dirty talker: Sombra
  • A head canon:

newstreetstuff  asked:

quería hacer esto en anonimo por que lo sentia ridiculo,pero me di cuenta que era mejor decirlo sin miedo (ozy vivir al extremo) y esque por alguna razón yo nunca creí que la sombra que veía sagitario fuera ofiuco (ozea quedo claro todo!) si no que siempre pensé que era Cetus (INPACKTADEIZION)lo pense asi por que es lo mas ilogico que alguien pensaría y no es cliché aparte de que sola mi mente empezó hacer conspiraciones y teorías locas tipo acuario y el FBI con el pancito y el alien embotellado

La sombraa????
Como sabe que es Ofi~? Yo no he dicho nada aun djdkkekssssslqlaz mzmsww

eu sei que coisas assim não existem
tipo cores de outros espaços
cores de nada
translúcidas como a alma humana
transparentes como a razão
guerra de tinta suplente
como botos de rosa ou burros quando fodem
mas cores entram em guerra entre si
quando se pintam ou não
o nada
o nada tem nada demais
mas tem tudo de menos
como branco e preto insones
sépias iluminattis
antigas fotos com luz e sombra
a cor de nada surrupia a noite
com seus devaneios do desconhecido
arrasando muros pintados de cinza
com suas destruições descoloridas
sem paleta

Himno nacional mexicano.

Mexicanos, al grito de guerra
El acero aprestad y el bridón;
Y retiemble en sus centros la tierra
Al sonoro rugir del cañón.

Ciña ¡Oh Patria! tus sienes de oliva
de la paz el arcángel divino,
que en el cielo tu eterno destino
por el dedo de Dios se escribió.
Mas si osare un extraño enemigo
profanar con su planta tu suelo,
piensa ¡Oh Patria querida! que el cielo
un soldado en cada hijo te dio.

En sangrientos combates los viste
por tu amor palpitando sus senos,
arrostrar la metralla serenos,
y la muerte o la gloria buscar.
Si el recuerdo de antiguas hazañas
de tus hijos inflama la mente,
los recuerdos del triunfo tu frente,
volverán inmortales a ornar.

Como al golpe del rayo la encina,
se derrumba hasta el hondo torrente,
la discordia vencida, impotente,
a los pies del arcángel cayó.
Ya no más, de tus hijos la sangre,
se derrame en contienda de hermanos;
sólo encuentre el acero en sus manos
quien tu nombre sagrado insultó.

Del guerrero inmortal de Zempoala
te defiende la espada terrible,
y sostiene su brazo invencible,
tu sagrado pendón tricolor.
Él será del feliz mexicano
en la paz y en la guerra el caudillo.
porque él supo sus armas de brillo
circundar en los campos de honor.

¡Guerra, guerra sin tregua al que intente
de la patria manchar los blasones!
¡guerra, guerra! los patrios pendones
en las olas de sangre empapad.
¡Guerra, guerra! en el monte, en el valle,
los cañones horrísonos truenen
y los ecos sonoros resuenen
con las voces de ¡Unión! ¡Libertad!.
a su espada sangrienta enlazada,
de laurel inmortal coronada,
formará de su fosa una cruz.

¡Patria! ¡Patria! tus hijos te juran
exhalar en tus aras su aliento,
si el clarín con su bélico acento
los convoca a lidiar con valor.
¡Para ti las guirnaldas de oliva!
¡un recuerdo para ellos de gloria!
¡un laurel para ti de victoria!
¡un sepulcro para ellos de honor!.

Antes, Patria, que inermes tus hijos
bajo el yugo su cuello dobleguen,
tus campiñas con sangre se rieguen,
sobre sangre se estampe su pie.
Y tus templos, palacios y torres
se derrumben con hórrido estruendo,
y sus ruinas existan diciendo:
de mil héroes la patria aquí fue.

Si a la lid contra hueste enemiga,
nos convoca la trompa guerrera,
de Iturbide la sacra bandera,
mexicanos, valientes seguid.
Y a los fieles bridones les sirvan
las vencidas enseñas de alfombra;
los laureles del triunfo den sombra
a la frente del Bravo Adalid.

Vuelva altivo a los patrios hogares,
el guerrero a cantar su victoria,
ostentando las palmas de gloria
que supiera en la lid conquistar.
Tornaránse sus lauros sangrientos
en guirnaldas de mirtos y rosas,
que el amor de las hijas y esposas,
también sabe a los bravos premiar.

Y el que al golpe de ardiente metralla,
de la Patria en las aras sucumba,
obtendrá en recompensa una tumba
donde brille, de gloria, la luz.
Y, de Iguala, la enseña querida

Versión original: después se reducirían a 4 estrofas. (I, V, VI, X, permanecen) 

Letra de Francisco González Bocanegra.

Música: Jaime Nunó Roca.

Audio del himno.