try not to look santa in the eye

A Christmas Pet - Damian Wayne x Batmom

Prompt: Damian finds Santa’s reindeer on the roof (while Santa is downstairs) and is trying to convince Batmom to let him keep them

“Mom! Wake up!” Damian whispered crawling into your bed in the middle of the night and urgently shaking your shoulders. Your eyes cracked open and you looked over to see Bruce sleeping like a log on the other side of the bed.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” You mumbled already letting your eyes close again.

“There’s reindeer on the roof Mom! Come look!” Damian said eagerly pulling at your arm. “Come on Mom!” He encouraged again when you were too slow to get out of bed for his liking.

Damian dragged you downstairs and out the front door into the frigid snow covered night. You managed to pull on a jacket and some boots before it was too late. He pulled you some distance away from the manor until you could clearly see the roof and stopped to point up.

Holy shit.

“See? I told you!” He said and dear lord he was right. On your roof stood multiple real live reindeer. Their breathes billowed visibly from their noses while they stood calmly on your roof. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw that they were all harnessed together leading a bright red sleigh. You stood there in shock with you mouth hanging open in shock.

How much did you spend to make this happen, Bruce. You thought to yourself. And more importantly how the hell did you manage to get nine reindeer and a sleigh on the roof?

“Can I keep one?” Damian asked hopefully.

“No.” You responded immediately.

“But there’s so many Mom! They need a home and Batcow needs more friends.” He argued.

“Go ask your father.” You said, not able to take your eyes off the fucking deer on the manor’s roof.

“Yes!” He celebrated briefly before hurrying inside to go ask his father permission to adopt yet another unconventional pet. Shaking your head numbly at the sight before your eyes you broke out of your trance to hurry after Damian to make sure he wouldn’t actually wake up Bruce. That man would agree to anything in a haze of sleep.

“So how did you do it?” You whispered to Bruce the next morning while all the boys were opening gifts.

“Do what?”

“Get live reindeer on the roof.” You said a little confused as to why he was acting like he had no idea what you were talking about.

“I didn’t do that.” He stated honestly.

“Then who did?” You asked, the sounds of sleigh bells could be heard far off in the distance.

24 Days of Christmas: Christmas Wish*Bucky Barnes x |Daughter|Reader*

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

Day Eleven

Summary: Single parent at Christmas, first Christmas without the other parent and trying to make it seem as normal, as possible.
Warnings: Christmas fluff, Dad Bucky!
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson & Darcy Lewis

I Miss Her Too |Daughter| Reader <> A small sequel to this.

Day Ten

Two Days Earlier

“Now go on, that’s Santa,” Steve pointed to the man dressed up in a very convincing Santa outfit in the mall. You nodded and nervously walked over to the man, who gently picked you up and placed you on his knee, Natasha and Steve watching from a few feet away.

In a deep voice Santa looked at you, “And what’s your name?” Glasses framing his grey eyes, wrinkles in the corner from where he’s been smiling, the bottom half of his face covered in white, neatly groomed hair. The corners of the moustache and bottom end of hair tinted grey.

“Y/N Barnes,” you said in a small confident voice, holding your Bucky-bear.

“Ah yes! Barnes, I remember you, last year I got you that pink and white dolls house!” Natasha and Steve looked at one another, lucky guess from that guy. You nodded brightly, eyes shining with the fact he remembered. “Now what is your Christmas wish this year, Y/N?” he asked

You thought for a moment before leaning up and whispering in his ear, he nodded and looked at her, Steve frowned as he muttered something back but nodded. “I can see what I can do but remember young Y/N, Christmas wishes can’t always be my doing, sometimes it takes your believing in yourself for the wish to come true.” You nodded lightly and hopped off his lap waving, he waved back. “It’s a very selfless wish, I promise with a little bit of believing it will happen.”

You ran back over to Natasha and Steve, taking one of their hands and smiling. “What did you wish for?” Natasha asked.

“Dad said if I tell then it might not come true,” you smile and Steve chuckles nodding in agreement as Natasha rolled her eyes.


“I just need tomorrow to go perfectly, okay?” Bucky huffed out to his best friend whilst wrapping the remainder of the presents.

Steve sighed gently, it had been like this for weeks, Bucky planning the day to a T and as much as it seemed like a nice sentiment it only made Steve worry more. It would be everyone’s first Christmas without your mum, it would be yours and Bucky’s first Christmas without her and just… together. Steve understood the amount of the presents Bucky got you but no matter how many toys, Disney movies and whatever else there was, it wouldn’t take away the emptiness of the missing part in your life.

Steve didn’t say anything, simply nodding and standing up with a gentle sigh escaping his lips, he walked to the kitchen where Sam and Natasha sat drinking coffee. Sam smiled and nodded at Steve, asking how Bucky was holding up; the noise Steve made gave an indication to both Falcon and Widow on their friend’s current position.

“Don’t worry too much, this is just how he is coping with the holiday,” Steve nodded at Natasha who gently smiled with a small shrug of her left shoulder. “We just gotta make this Christmas extra special!”

Steve sighed and sat down beside Sam, who poured him a mug of coffee which Steve took a gulp of, not caring that it was too hot. “No matter what we do Y/N favourite Christmas’s will always be with her mum, she’ll always miss her most on these days and no amount of presents will bring her back, Bucky is just pushing off her feelings and his own. Today is about family, remembering and being with them, not shoving presents in your daughter’s face and expecting them to forget their mum died.”

It’s silent in the kitchen as they take in Steve’s words, slightly baffled he had said all that, especially when he is the one always defending Bucky. Steve sighs knowing he had said too much but it all needed to be said, needed to be heard since Bucky wasn’t listening, he only wanted to help and his friend was making it impossible not to punch him.

“I don’t think that’s what he is doing, Steve.” Nat frowned lightly when Steve scoffed, “I get we all lost her, more so you and Bucky, along with Y/N and no one likes talking about, none of us does! But Bucky is doing his best at trying to make this as normal as possible, he needs it to be as if nothing has changed because if it has, he may not be able to cope.”

Sam nodded in agreement with Natasha, “Plus Y/N doesn’t need Scrooge over here making her first Christmas without her mum even more depressing, Steve liven’ up a little. Making everyone remember the tragic loss is fine but it’s Christmas, let her have a day off from the morning, please?”

Steve sighed and nodded, he knew that. He should be more sympathetic towards you, you didn’t need to be reminded every day that you lost someone very important. The kitchen door opened and Darcy walked in, you came running around her legs, running straight to Steve’s legs. He smiled lightly and pried you off from his legs and set you on his lap.

“Dad said to wait in here,” you pouted at Steve and Sam, who both chuckled at your face. “It’s Christmas Eve and he doesn’t want me in the living room!” you huffed.

Darcy chuckled, “that’s cause he’s having an important phone call with some Elves.” Your eyes widen at Darcy and look to Steve for confirmation, the same excuse your mum used to say when you weren’t allowed in certain rooms at Christmas time.

Natasha gave Steve a look, he sighed and nodded. “Yep, pretty sure it’s a meeting explaining how good you’ve been!” You grinned and nodded excitedly, making everyone chuckle. “Why don’t you go and get ready for bed, we’ll finish up the chat and get everything sorted for Santa?” he placed you on the floor and you ran out of the kitchen to your room.

After a few minutes, you came back, Natasha holding a plate of two cookies, one glass of milk and a carrot she passed them to you. You walked carefully through the door held open by Sam, placing the plate and cup on the coffee table, Bucky smiled at you as you grinned trying your hardest not to eat the cookies yourself. Before anyone can say anything you’ve run off again, coming back with a glass of lemonade and a letter, everyone frowns.

“Who is that for?” Bucky asked smiling as you placed the drink beside the milk and letter leant up against it.

You smiled at Bucky, “For mum!” Everyone holds their breaths and looks at you. “Uncle Tony says the people we care about go to a better place, nowhere is better than Santa’s workshop. I just want to make sure she gets the letter and knows we are still thinking of her.”

Everyone looks at Bucky for his reaction and he just smiles nodding, holding his arms out to you, you walk carefully to him receiving a tight hug and you giggled at your dad.

“She’ll appreciate that, I’m sure she’ll be wanting to spend Christmas with us but Santa needs her more than us, she’s got a lot of kids to make just as happy!” you nodded with a small sad smile, “don’t worry you’ll be her little Princess, she’s still with us, watching over us! It’s why the Elves call, they don’t watch you to make sure you’re being good, it’s mummy.” You smile and nod, “I love you, we all do but if you stay up past your bedtime you won’t get presents.”

“Love you too,” you kissed his cheek before getting off his lap and saying goodnight to everyone before Bucky went to put you to bed, everyone glanced at the letter you had written.

Steve picked up the letter, written in pink colouring pencil and a small drawing of a heart in the top left corner; Natasha gave a disapproving glance to Steve who skimmed over the writing trying his best to make out what you had written. He sighed sadly with a small smile, placing the letter down.

“She said it wouldn’t matter if she got all the presents in the world, she just wants Bucky to be happy for once, for real. That’s been her Christmas wish.”

(Hope you enjoy this Christma thing. Let me know what you think, it’s kind of a carry on from a previous one shot but can be totally read as a stand alone thing, hope you have a good Holidays! - Rosalee)

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     The constant cold of the bunker and added chill of a winter morning combined and pressed in on you, sending a shiver down your spine that had your teeth chattering and body shaking. You instantly warmed when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. Your eyes fluttered open as a smile tugged on your lips.

     “Good morning, Gorgeous,” Dean mumbled, his voice rumbling against your neck as he spoke.

     His body was solid and warm against your own and you hummed in response.

     “I believe,” you said with a grin, spinning so Dean was hovering over you, “there’s something else you want to say to me.”

     He scrunched up his face in mock confusion. “Last night was amazing?”

     Your eyes flicked over to the crumpled-up Santa dress and the floor and you felt a blush creeping up your neck, but you hit his shoulder and shook your head. “Try again.”

     “You look positively radiant when your hair’s tangled from my fingers?”

     “Dean!” You threw your hands up and self-consciously tried to smooth down your ruffled mane, the memory of Dean’s fingers in your hair making your skin tingle like phantom hands on your scalp and sending a whole different kind of shiver down your spine.

     Dean reached up and grabbed your wrist, then pulled your hand to his lips and placed a lingering kiss on your knuckles. “Don’t do that, you’re beautiful just like this.” You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face.

     Dean released your hand and you slid it around his neck, pulling him closer so his lips were a hair’s breadth away from yours and his arms were caging you in on either side. He brushed an air-light kiss on the side of your mouth and worked his way to the middle with painfully slow movements. The only thing separating your bodies was a sheet and that still felt like too much.

     “I believe,” Dean said, mimicking your tone from before, “That I have something I need to say to you.”

     You reluctantly opened your eyes and tried to focus on the handsome face in front of you, your hands still running up and down his bare arms because separating from him seemed simply absurd.

     You straightened your neck and locked eyes with him. “I’m listening.”

     Dean chuckled and leaned in again, his lips brushing yours when he spoke, and whispered, “Merry Christmas,” with his deep morning voice.

     You grinned and threw your arms around Dean’s neck, crashing your lips against his for a bruising kiss. He wrapped one arm around your waist and held you against his chest, your back hovering just above the mattress and the sheet covering your body hanging loosely in the air.

     “I love you,” you mumbled, breaking the kiss only long enough to talk. “Merry Christmas.”

Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Four | Day Five | Day Six | Day Seven | Day Eight | Day Nine | Day Ten | Day Eleven

(You DO NOT have to read the previous parts for this one to make sense.)

Note: I will be posting these stories for 12 days, if you don’t want to be tagged 12 days in a row please tell me, I don’t want to annoy anyone!

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My Dear

I wrote this for my secret Santa gift to @lafayetteislaffytaffy . I’m not big on fanfiction so I don’t do it often. I hope it’s still good for you! It’s pretty big, I got carried away but I’m happy with how it turned out. I hope you like it! I’ve had a great being your secret Santa. This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Prompt: Thomas Jefferson and Lafayette clash as they both try to woo you. ;)



I sit in front of my mirror in my room contemplating on how to do my hair for tonight. Eliza walks up behind me and hold up a light blue dress and beautiful ruffles around the elbows and hips. “This would look beautiful on you! Mr. Jefferson and Lafayette won’t be able to keep their eyes off you tonight.” My cheeks blush a dark red as she teases me and works on my hair.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I look down at my table fidgeting with my hair brush.

“You can’t be that blind! Everyone can see how they look at you. The last time you three were in the same room, I thought a fight was going to break out in front of everyone!” Eliza continues to help me get ready for the ball tonight.

“How about you! Alexander Hamilton has his eyes on you! He wouldn’t have invited us tonight unless he’s interested.” Eliza and I have been friends since we were children, we can talk about anything and everything together.

“God I hope so! His eyes will be the death of me.” She swoons and with a smirk, we finish getting ready for the party. And I can’t deny that I’m excited. Who can say that they have two absolutely powerful and handsome men chasing after them.

All the Schuyler sisters and I walked into the ball hand in hand. I’m nearly bouncing out of my pants with excitement. Looking around the ballroom, there were so many familiar faces that I’m so excited to be properly introduced.

Peggy pulls on my arm and whispers, “Look! It’s George Washington! Oh! You’ll have to tie me down or I’m going to end up jumping through the roof!” I laugh at her and continue walking around the edge of the dancefloor.


Thomas Jefferson

There she is. I thought I was going to go crazy waiting for her. And there she is. Standing there so beautiful like an angel. I immediately head straight for her. If Hamilton knew that I, the great Thomas Jefferson was anxious with sweaty palms while going to talk to a mere girl he would laugh until he died…. Maybe I should tell him. That would get him in the grave and out of my hair.

I walk towards her and when she finally catches the sight of me, she freezes like a deer in headlights. A slight blush makes its way to her cheeks and I’m going backflips internally. I love that I can cause her to have a reaction to me without doing anything.

“Y/n” I bend to kiss her hand but keep my eyes on her face.

“M-mr. Jefferson.” She does a cute curtsey. I can tell she’s nervous and that makes me even more excited.

“You look beautiful tonight.” From my compliment, her blush deepens and I’m surprise she can’t hear how loud my heart is beating.

“T-thank you. I’m glad to see you here. I mean like, that you and Mr. Hamilton are on good enough terms for you to be invited here. Not because…ummmm” God she couldn’t be more adorable.

“Me too. Or else I wouldn’t have been able to see you tonight.” I hope her eyes as I watch her turn more bashful.

“Mr. Jefferson, there are some short matters that need your attention at the moment.” I look over to see a footman calling my attention. God did I want to punch him. I don’t want to leave y/n alone in a room full of hungry men but, “I suppose.” I turn and excuse myself and turn outside.



Finally, he’s gone. I can’t stand to see him touching her and standing so close. I sent that footman to go grab his attention to give me a moment to my sweet, y/n. Right when he’s out the door, I head straight for y/n. When I get closer to her, I see Eliza and y/n huddling and whispering close. I clear my throat to catch their attention. They shot up straight and turn to face me.

“Mesdames.” I bow low.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again Lafayette.” Eliza says for the both of them. Looking over at her, I give credit where credit is due that she is beautiful. She’s the sweetest person I’ve had the pleasure of meeting, I hope Alexander doesn’t mess this up. This girl is going to be the best thing that happened to him.

Even though she looks beautiful, she is nothing compared to my y/n. Looking over at her, I catch she staring at me with sweet eyes I feel like I can drown myself in.

“I’m feeling a bit parched. I’m going to get myself punch. If you’ll excuse me.” I do a head nod to acknowledge her departure but I do not look away from y/n.

Once y/n realizes she’s left alone with me, her eyes grow a bit larger and blush as she peeks at me through her lashes.

“It’s good to see you again.” She squeaks out.

“It’s been too long. I’m glad I got to see you tonight. Would you mind a dance with me?”
“N-no. Of course. I’d be honored.” Taking her small hand in mind, I lead her towards the dance floor. Holding her hand, I feel a new sense of energy run through me. Gently swinging her around the dance floor, I can’t help but think how perfectly she molds to fit me. With every second that passes she becomes more comfortable with me holding her and she seems to be enjoying being in my arms. The song unfortunately starts to slow to the end when I hear a grumble off to our right. Both our heads swing up to see Thomas Jefferson staring daggers at me. Y/n freezes up in my arms and I suddenly feel anger towards Jefferson. Ruining this beautiful moment for me. I knew he’s been wanting y/n while I have as well. Turning towards him, we start to leave the dance floor.


“Lafayette.” He grumbles.

For some reason, he looks surprisingly like me. Hmmmm.



Oh bother! How did it come to this? I was having such a great time. The tension between the two was almost palpable.

Jefferson turns to address me and Lafayette tenses up beside me. “Would you like to take a walk around?”

Before I could reply, Lafayette cuts in before me, “I’m sorry, monsieur. She’s going to accompany me as I find Monsieur Hamilton. I’m sure she would love to see her friends.”

Lafayette puts his hand on the small of my back and is about to turn us away as Jefferson cuts in again. “I highly doubt she would like to be paraded around and following you throughout the night. I sure she would like to go round about and see the land.” Jefferson reaches for my hand but Lafayette turns to put himself between us.

“I’m sorry Jefferson but I can’t allow her to go off with you. You never know what a man may be planning.”

“The same can go for you. She is without a proper chaperone. Imagine how it will look with her waltzing around with an immigrant.” They start to inch closer to each other, ready to fight.

“And how will she look walking around alone with a man who speaks of equality but owns hundreds of slave? Hypocrite.”

“Oh! I don’t want to be causing any trouble now. Why don’t we just go our own way. It wouldn’t be good for anyone if something were to go wrong right now. Please.” I try to reason with them and wedging in between them.

“You’re not causing any trouble my dear.” Jefferson says but doesn’t look at me.

“I’ll keep you safe, my sweet.” Lafayette emphasises.

“I’ll make sure nothing happens to you, why don’t you come stand behind me darling.” He grumbles.

The two go back and forth a few more times and continues to inch forward, sandwiching me in the middle.

“My dear y/n. Give me the honor of a dance.” All three of us look over to see Hercules Mulligan.Giving him a thankful smile, I take his hand and let him lead me to the dance floor. Bending low to whisper in my ear, he says, “It looked like you needed a little help, and nothing is better than a little bit of jealousy.” Biting back a giggle, I look over my shoulder to see Jefferson and Lafayette staring daggers in Hercules now.

hear them whisper

Title: hear them whisper
Summary: “Got a good taste of that added flavor I mentioned?” he asks in a low voice. She can feel his warm breath on her neck and it does nothing to help her catch her own.

I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she mutters, trying to ignore how closely his chest is pressed up against hers. She probably ought to have picked a wider alleyway to hide in, but seeing as her heart is pounding faster and faster beneath the dim glow of his luminous eyes, she really can’t be sure how much she regrets this.

(inspired by Taylor Swift’s song “I Know Places”)

Merry (late) Christmas!! This is my secret santa gift for @rosewoods1901! Merry Christmas, and I’m so, so sorry it was a day late. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!!

Special thanks to @miraculousstorytelling for looking it over, and of course, to the whole @mlsecretsanta team for putting this all together!! You guys all did an amazing job, and seriously, everyone go thank them. They worked hard.

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It happens whenever somebody sees what they were too careless to conceal—an intimate touch of the cheek, a soft brush of the hair, a lingering hold on her waistline. Like wolves they’d come out in the dead of night, ready to devour whatever moments their cameras could capture. Every once in a while, despite how well she knows every nook and cranny of Paris, Marinette would still find herself turning a corner only to be blinded by flashing lights. She knows it’s something she should be used to by now—she is famous after all—but it doesn’t make the experience of being bombarded by pesky civilians any less jarring.

Rumors always come and go, but this week—the week before Christmas, no less—the tabloids have been flooded by a single suggestive snapshot, a passing moment she didn’t realize would start another round of paparazzis lurking in between alleyways of the city.

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javid + cute

Jack has this way of pursing his lips when he’s thinking about drawing something, or someone. 

It took Davey a long time to notice, but once he did, he couldn’t stop seeing it. Jack looking at the skyline, at a particular building, at Crutchie or Katherine. Sometimes Jack would show him the drawings later. 

Davey loves the little glimpses of life through Jack Kelly’s eyes. An architectural flourish gaining a grace never realized by the sculptor. Santa Fe turned into the fantasy land Jack had always wanted. Katherine always seems to glow in Jack’s drawings, as if she just might be an angel. 

“Why don’t you ever draw me?”

The question was hardly appropriate, but Davey found himself asking it all the same.

“I try all the time. But I’m never able to get you right,” Jack told him with a little laugh. “There’s too much to you to ever fit neatly on a piece of paper.”

“You could say that about anyone,” Davey pointed out.

Jack shook his head.

“Nah, Davey. It’s just you.”

“God, he really just creeps me out.”

Hannibal paused, stopping to listen to two of his employees talking.

“I know, right? The way he won’t look anyone in the eye and he smells like cheap cologne and dog fur.”

He frowned, trying to guess at who they spoke of. He didn’t know all of his employees but Lecter Inc was a large company. Still, talking ill behind someone’s back was quite rude.

“I heard that he actually passed out in the break room last week, claiming some fake sick thing,” the one employee, Della he remembered, said.

The other woman he didn’t know, though her red hair was hard to forget.

“He passed out? You think he’s anorexic?”

They both laughed and Hannibal had finally had enough. “Ladies I will not tolerate this rudeness in my company, please pack your things as your last day is today.”

Both women turned red when he came around the corner, the redhead glaring, “But sir…”

Hannibal said loudly, “I know you heard me, and I hope the person you were ridiculing was not within earshot.”

Della mumbled, “Fucking Will Graham,” as she started to pick up her desk.

Hannibal went back to his office and typed in the name, shocked when a gorgeous vision of curls appeared on his screen.

Apparently Will Graham worked in the accounting department.

He typed up an email to Will Graham stating.

Dear Mr. Graham,

It has come to my attention that I need to donate to a charity for the holiday. I have been informed that you are the person to ask if I want to donate to the ASPCA this season, and to a number of local animal shelters. If you could meet me this evening in my office I would be most appreciated.

Hannibal Lecter

He stared at the email, smiling to himself. A man who others thought smelled so much of dog would be overjoyed at his idea to donate to an animal organization.

It would not be hard to seduce Will Graham.

The response he got was immediate.

Mr. Lecter,

Here are last year’s charity amounts and here are some links to the best way to maximize your exposure for the company. I hope this is information enough for you.

Will Graham

Hannibal frowned.

This was unacceptable.

He thought of how rude Will Graham was being throughout the remainder of the day, growing angrier with each passing hour. By the time he saw it was five o'clock he had been thinking long enough.

Hannibal stood up, ignoring the people who attempted to nod congenially to him as they left for the evening. When he got to Will Graham’s cubicle he was ready to announce himself when he froze staring at the man in front of him.

Will was sound asleep laying his head on a laptop wearing a Santa Claus hat, his soft features making Hannibal’s anger instantly melt away. He had a pair of glasses on the desk in front of him and he saw the email that he’d sent was printed and hung on Will’s bulletin board.

There were also articles about himself alongside it, information of his charitable contributions and his company.

Hannibal smiled slyly.

Will Graham was not being rude.

He was hiding from him.

He saw a photos of a what could only be described as a pack of dogs alongside the articles of himself and mentally filed that away for later use. He saw a half eaten chicken sandwich from a horrible fast food restaurant beside Will and knew that just would not do.

Silently he took a piece of printer paper and wrote with Will’s pen:

I am sorry to be working you so hard that you fall asleep at your workspace. I will inform human resources they are putting too many things on you and should delegate things more fairly to others in tote department. I look forward to meeting you when you are awake.

Also, that hat is very becoming on you.

Hannibal Lecter

He put the note by Will’s face and could not resist the urge to run his fingers through those lovely locks.

Hannibal smiled, picturing Will’s reaction upon waking.

This should be fun.

Overwatch According to my Boyfriend
  • (My boyfriend does not play video games. At all. Ever)
  • Tracer: That thing looks like a portal im gonna call her galactica
  • Bastion: Shooty tweety transformer
  • Genji: Samurai Knight!
  • Lucio: Hes got penises coming out of his head!
  • Mei: She looks like that one from scooby doo
  • McCree: Ah, Definitely something western... Billy the Kid!
  • Widowmaker: Shes got perfect boobies.
  • Reaper: Shooty goth dude!
  • Symmetra: She looks like a cross between Lara Croft and Portal
  • Roadhog: Thats a geoffrey. Take away the tough guy stuff and theres a geoffrey under there trying to get out.
  • Zarya: Everything about that says 'lesbian'
  • Zenyatta: The hindu juggler?
  • Hanzo: Sashimi skewer
  • Soldier 76: Thats that one you like! Im drawn to his red laser eyes
  • Pharah: Shes overcompensating.
  • Winston: Harambe! .. Too soon?
  • Mercy: Angel big jugs
  • Reinhardt: Crome-inator
  • Torbjorn: Anti Santa!

he’s strong
but if you’d try to bend him 
like a pencil

he’d snap

or if he would have written out

his life story

the point would be dull.

dull, dull, dull
like the city skies

he’s been living under 
for seventeen years

yet hope clouds up 
his eyes

he’s breathed dreams 
like wisps of air

it is what his heart will beat for

but he knows now

that if he were to live again

he’d find 
what he was looking for sooner
(it was always there)

—  jack kelly, what’s santa fe got that new york don’t

Requested by anonymous and fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13

You were really excited to be spending Christmas with the Avengers as this was going to be your first Christmas with the Avengers. You had never really had a proper Christmas because you had always felt the feeling of family and closeness had been missing, but this year you could sense that was going to change.

Last week you had begged Tony to let you decorate the longue where Christmas morning was going to be held. He had given in after you had pulled out the puppy eyes, but it had still taken a monumental amount of pleading and prodding to get him to agree. He hated whenever anyone changed his décor.

“Okay (Y/N), let’s try and get everyone together to decorate.” Tony had said. You had nodded excitedly and rushed out to find everyone in their various rooms and floors in the tower.

After a few hours and a few ornament mishaps later it had looked like Santa himself had come and decorated the longue. A seven foot tall tree stood in the center of the room, Wanda had used her powers to get ornaments safely to the top of the tree though many of the guys insisted they were plenty tall enough to do it. It shimmered brightly the mired of lights and ornaments making it stand out. Around the room garland had been draped over the railings with lights twisted around them and the excess non-breakable ornaments had been hung of the garland.

Tony and Clint had hung mistletoe in random spots to which Natasha rolled her eyes and Steve had blushed at.

“Brother Tony, why is Brother Steve blushing over a plant?” Thor had asked, hands on his hips. He wasn’t used to the celebration of Christmas, but you had taken a few hours earlier to explain most of the common nuances to him. Admittedly you had skipped over mistletoe thinking it wasn’t an important tradition, but you now realized that it was if you were going to celebrating with Tony Stark.

“Well lightning boy that is mistletoe. Mistletoe is commonly hung around and then when two people walk under it at the same time it they have to kiss.” Tony said, smirking at the group.

Thor tilted his head, he appeared to be considering something. “Midgardians are strange.” Was what he concluded.

Over the week people would get stuck under the mistletoe at random. You assumed Tony hadn’t considered the ratio of men to women in the tower so when he and Steve got caught under a sprig you had laughed and not allowed them to move until they had at least hugged. It was definitely the worst hug you had ever seen both men only willing to touch each other minimally to accomplish the hug.

You snorted, “What a lovely display of friendship.”

Tony had stuck his tongue his tongue out at you and Steve had just left the room complaining under his breath about the ridiculousness of mistletoe.

Christmas morning arrived and you were out of bed at seven.

“Jarvis, please get everyone up.” You asked, pulling on a Christmas sweater over your pajama top.

“Right away.” He said.

“Thank you.” You grabbed a pair of socks and then darted down to the longue.

Steve, Bucky and Sam were all sitting around the room already sipping on their mugs of coffee. Nat and Clint were in the kitchen probably getting their own coffee.

“Merry Christmas, guys.” You called in a bright voice.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).” Sam said with a warm smile. Bucky and Steve wished you a Merry Christmas as well and you smiled brightly before heading into the kitchen.

“Merry Christmas, Nat.” You said, grabbing a mug from the shelves.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).” She returned, moving away from the coffee machine to lean on the counter. Clint was sitting crossed leg on top of the bar-top separating the longue and kitchen. He appeared to still be waking up because he was glowering at his coffee like it was the bane of his existence. “Excited?”

“You know it.”

“Ugghhhh it’s too early.” Tony groaned from his place in the doorway. He was leaning heavily in the doorframe and blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

“It’s never too early for Christmas.” You told him after passing him a warm mug of coffee.

“Yes it is.” He lamented, dropping his head to drink his coffee.

“Merry Christmas.” You heard the twins call from behind Tony.

“Merry Christmas, guys!”

“Happy Christmas, Midgardians.” Thor announced upon his arrival.

“It’s Merry Christmas.” Tony told him. “We are not British.”

Thot shrugged and plopped down on the couch beside Bucky.

“Where is Bruce?” You wondered.

“I’m here.” He called, slipping past the twins and Tony to get coffee.

“Good, it’s present time.” You clapped your hands and went over to the tree.

“Who is going to pass out presents?” Steve asked.

“I will.” You said, standing up. Everyone smiled, your childlike wonder starting to affect even the grumpiest of the usually late-risers.

Steve seemed keen on picking up wrapping paper the second it fell to the ground and Tony had teased him about it. Bucky rolled his eyes at Tony and decided to have solidarity with his friend to help him clean up while others opened their presents.

Nat and Clint had perched on the ends of the couch, looking like they were too cool for this affair, but you had shoved Clint into Thor’s lap and gotten them to start to loosen up. You had laughed at the shocked look on Clint’s face when you had shoved him and then flounced back to the presents. Thor laughed heartily and righted Clint and they both ended up having an amicable conversation.

Nat, Sam and Bruce looked upon the group quietly, not really wanting to interfere with Tony’s relentless teasing and the twins’ arguments about who had given the better present to such and such.

Eventually everyone had received their presents with the arguments about who gave the better present to someone tapering off as they became fascinated with their own presents.

Nat and Clint had generously got you replacement knives for the ones that had been broken on the last mission.

Sam had gotten you a few nice cable-knit sweaters knowing you loved them in the winter.

Tony had gotten you a nice laptop and Bruce had kindly installed several teaching programs in mechanics and science because you had expressed an interest in learning the basics so you weren’t completely helpless when they went into Science Bros mode while you were hanging out in the lab.

Steve had given you compass, which had almost made you cry; he had explained a little bit ago the significance of his compass. This was a show of his trust in you and you would treasure that.

The twins had gotten together and designed a new outfit for you and then Bruce and Tony had then helped them make it. They had been both really nervous to give it to you as you had been just wearing the standard SHIELD agent get-up. It was, according to Tony, the toughest and most flexible material he could make it from, something that felt similar to leather. It was all black with pockets and storage all over. Places on your thighs to store your knives and a gun holster at your hip. A simple helmet made of the same material looked it a normal hat which you were grateful for, something cumbersome even if it was protective always annoyed you to the point you would refuse to use it.

“Thank you guys, so much.” You jumped up and hugged the twins tightly.

“To be honest, I had heard you complaining about your lack of official outfit.” Wanda admitted. You knew she meant she had sensed your thoughts, but you didn’t mind.

Thor had given you some sort of Asgardian piece of jewelry, which he said would take the shape of what you wanted it to at will, that you could use to call him to aid you if you ever needed help.

Bucky was the last to go and he gave you a collection of books. They were from similar genres of the ones on your shelves in your room.

“Thanks Buck.” He had smiled brightly, something that shocked you a bit because he so seldom smiled like that.

“Thank you all so much.” You spoke up. “This has been the best Christmas ever.”

“We wouldn’t have it any other way (Y/N).” Steve told you, smiling.

“Yeah it’s just, you’re all so kind to me and…” You trailed off, blinking away tears. You weren’t sad, quite the opposite really. Though Steve and Sam immediately jumped up asking what was wrong.

“Nothing, I’m just so happy. I haven’t ever felt like I belonged, but you guys have really accepted me.”

“Puppy pile on (Y/N)!” Tony shouted and then proceeded to tackle you with a hug. You gasped and felt the weight of Avengers all trying to hug up at the same time.

“Merry Christmas.” You said, softly.

“Merry Christmas!” They all chimed.


Banpresto Lab w/guest Aoi Shouta

Situation: It’s Christmas and your lover is sleeping with their pillow, while waking them up along with a wonderful present, say a lovely line.

Shouta’s up second! He pulls out, a person whose a sadist.

[Suzumura Kenichi groaning]

Suzumura Kenichi: There’s no such thing as santa… There’s isn’t a person who is willing to bring a wonderful present for me…

Aoi Shouta: Hey, you’re sleeping pretty well (voice cracked).

Suzumura Kenichi: Looks like someone came?

Aoi Shouta: Are you a sleep?

Suzumura Kenichi: I am a sleep.

Aoi Shouta: If you don’t close your eyes…

Suzumura Kenichi: If I close my eyes.

Aoi Shouta: If you don’t close your eyes… I won’t offer you my number one most important thing…

Suzumura Kenichi: Wait, is this person trying to pull a dirty joke right now?

[Staff laughing]

Aoi Shouta: Wait… I didn’t mean it like that! I didn’t mean it like that. Ah. So how was that? No good!

Suzumura Kenichi: No good?!

[Buzzer = no good]

A Very Supernatural Christmas - Part 2

Word Count: 2532

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

Series Rewrite Masterlist

“So that’s how your son described the attack?” You asked Mrs. Caldwell, trying to divert your attention from her swollen and bruised eye. “Santa took daddy up the chimney?”

“That’s what he says, yes.” She wiped away her tears.

“And where were you?” Dean asked.

“I was asleep and all of a sudden…I was being dragged out of bed screaming.” She sniffed.

“Did you see the attacker?” Sam questioned.

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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Under the Mistletoe

Okay, you guys probably hate me for how much I’m posting, but I thought this would be a good Christmas imagine. Also, I’m sorry for ignoring requests. A lot of them are mature and while I don’t mind writing them, I can’t think of any ideas to write them so yeah, I’ll try to write some of them. 


Y/N giggled at the sight of her husband wearing a Santa suit that he had rented from the local thrift shop. He called this taking precautions, just in case one of the kids woke up, and found their dad placing presents under the Christmas tree, but she couldn’t look past the playful grin on Justin’s face and the gleam in his eyes when he slipped on the fake Santa suit.

Justin turned around towards Y/N when he heard her soft giggle. “Hi, baby. I’m just finishing placing presents under the tree.” Justin smiled wide at the sight of his wife. 

“You know you didn’t have to put on that ridiculous outfit, right?” Y/N giggled, walking towards Justin. 

Justin chuckled, “what’s the fun in that?”

“I have an early Christmas present for you, babe.” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck and laughed as the fake beard rubbed against her chin.

“Mmm, and what might my early present be?” He asked, brushing his nose against hers.

“A kiss under the mistletoe.” Justin glanced up and chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

“This might be my greatest gift ever.” Justin leaned in to retrieve his present, their soft lips mushing against each other.

His present was interrupted by a loud yell. “Mommy! You’re cheating on daddy!? With Santa?!” Screamed the four old who was ready to run into the other room in search of her dad.

Y/N jumped back and looked over at her daughter, “baby girl, it’s not what it looks like.” She walked over to Jill, looking back at her husband in despair.

“No! Get away from me, I’m telling daddy!” Before Y/N could stop her, the four year old had ran off to go get her father.

“This is your fault.” Y/N huffed, “now my daughter thinks I’m having an affair with Santa, if only you hadn’t insisted in wearing that stupid suit.”

A playful smile was on Justin’s face, “me? I’m not the one who started kissing Santa underneath the mistletoe, how dare you cheat on me with me?”

“Take that stupid thing off and throw it away, I never want to see it ever again.” She sighed, plopping down on the couch.

Justin quickly removed the Santa suit and stuffed it behind the couch, sitting down next to his distressed wife. “I have a plan, okay? Just follow my lead.”

The soft pitter patter of feet came from down the hall until Jill was back in the living room, staring quizzically at her parents. “Daddy, mommy was just kissing Santa Claus. How did you not see it?”

“Santa Claus? Mommy was kissing Santa Claus? Honey, that must’ve just been a dream.” Justin soothingly replied at his young daughter.

“Yeah, sweetheart. We came down when we heard some noise and saw all the presents under the tree. You have to go to bed if you want to be able to open them tomorrow.” Y/N followed along with her husband’s plan.

Jill looked confused as she walked upstairs to her room. Y/N scowled, looking over at Justin. “I still hate you.” 

“No, you don’t and I want the rest of my kiss.” Y/N giggled and pushed his face away.

“Not until you get rid of that Santa costume.”

Imagine Harry dressing up as Santa Claus in order to make Daisy’s Christmas much more exciting. He doesn’t tell Eggsy about it and with the help of Roxy and a laughing Merlin, he finally makes the transformation from smart and polished spy to a happy and jolly Santa!

When he arrives, Daisy screams in excitement and runs over to hug Santa who has appeared to surprise her. Eggsy looks surprised at first but then his eyes soften and warm when he realizes just who’s underneath that suit. After replying to Daisy’s wishes of Christmas present and promising to make sure she gets them, the young and more than happy girl runs off into the kitchen in order to tell Michelle about all what Santa has promised her. 

Merlin and Roxy leave to help Michelle in the kitchen, after trying not to have a laughing fit, and Eggsy can’t resist tugging down that fake grey beard and prodding Harry in his fake tummy. 

Harry chuckles softly and Eggsy cannot be more in love with this man as  he leans in and Harry leans down, the two of them sharing a kiss in the warm light of the living room. Harry is glad that he could make both Daisy and Eggsy happy this Christmas and just as they were about to pull away, they hear a gasp. 

“Mummy! Eggy’s kissing Santa!” Daisy yelled out in surprise and rushes off back into the kitchen with a wide grin on her face and Eggsy laughs as he buries his flushed face into the crook of Harry’s neck, Harry grinning as he placed a soft kiss against his boy’s golden locks. 

This was Christmas at one of its finest. 

Even if he had to dress up as a Santa Claus. 

Oh god nooo why..why are you trying to wake me up -cuddling into the blankets with close eyes- are you a Santa now? -finally looking at him- oh god yes you´re ! you´re a super cute sexy Santa ! -gasping- heeey pretty babe -with grabby hands- cuddle meeee Santa do you have presents there? -pointing at the sack-

Because it’s tiiiime! -he patted his arse.- Yes I am because I wanted to see how I look wearing red and now I have a big white beard even though I’m just a little baby who isn’t having a birthday right now -he grinned.- maaaybe, but I can’t give them all to you just yet specially because you’re asking me to cuddle and I need my hands for that -he dropped the sack just to hold him.-