try not to look santa in the eye

Puppy Love - Part 1

Pairing: neighbor!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,470

Summary: The reader’s dog wanders off and she finds him hanging out inside of an Impala that belongs to her gorgeous new neighbor.


You swear to god your dog is a ninja. He’s constantly sneaking off and getting into trouble. He’s worse than a little kid. He’s a 100 lb German Shepherd for Christ’s sake. You should be able to keep track of him.

“Murphy! Come here, buddy!” 

The beautiful beast is too smart for his own good. He’s a troublemaker for sure. He needs to know what’s happening at all times. You have a slight suspicion that he thinks he’s a police dog.

You quickly search the house and the backyard, you’re not surprised that he’s no where to be found. He tends to invade your neighbors lives. He’ll just waltz right into someone’s yard or house if he can. Sigh. You walk out your front door and start looking around.

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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.

Becoming Part of the Family

George Washington x Reader ft. kiddo hamilsquad

Modern AU

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Sequel to: Meeting the Family

Words: 842

Request: Not to bother but is there a planned sequel to your meeting the boys GWash fic? I thought I was so cute! I would adore you even more if you could continue something there 😘 -anon

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve! I hope this is what you were looking for when you requested lovely! Anyways, I hope you guys have had a wonderful holiday season! If we haven’t wrote your holiday request yet, you can expect it out very soon! Love you guys!

“Wake up! Wake up! It’s Christmas! Santa came and we need to see what he got us!” You were woken by seven boys jumping on the bed you and George were snuggled in.

“What time is it?” George groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“It’s about eight o’clock, but why would that matter? Santa came!” Alex screeched, trying to pull George out of the bed. Laf was on your side of the bed trying to do the same.

“I wonder what Santa got you, (Y/N)?” Laf asked, his eyes lighting up at the thought of presents. “If I had the money, I would have gotten you a real nice present.”

“Thank you, Laf.” You smiled down at him, getting out of the bed slowly.

“We are not getting up this early.” George protested, sighing at the pouting boys gathered around his bed.

“But Dad, it’s Christmas! Don’t you want to see what Santa’s brought us all?” Thomas protested, tugging at his George’s arms.

“(Y/N), tell him!” John begged, giving you the best puppy dog eyes he had.

“George, what do you want them to do? Sit around a couple hours while you sleep? We both know they’re not going to let you get anymore sleep.” You said, the boys cheering at your sass.

“Ugh, fine.” George huffed, getting out of the comfy bed.

“Yay! PRESENTS!” James yelled loudly, which led to a terrible coughing fit.

After making sure James was okay, all of you raced down the stairs to be met with piles of presents under a beautiful Christmas tree. George hadn’t let you help take the presents out the night before. He had gone down while you were sleeping and didn’t want to wake you.

“Oh my God! Look at all the presents!” Aaron called, trying to push other people out of his way so he could get down the stairs first.

“Wow, you sure went all out George.” You said in awe, watching the boys gather around the tree and wait impatiently for the two of you to join them.

“Only the best for my boys and my girl.” George pressed a kiss to your forehead, sitting next to you and Alex under the tree.

“Dad, this year can (Y/N) be our Santa?” John asked, glancing between you and the presents.

“She sure can. Just pass the presents out in any order you want.” George smiled as you got up and began to rummage through the presents to decide which would be the first to be opened.

“Okay, this one is for Hercules!” You announced, handing a box wrapped in blue wrapping paper to him.

“Oh my God! It’s the new sewing machine I wanted! Thank you!” Herc’s screamed, his voice full of excitement.

The day went on with excited cheers and squeaks from the boys. They were excited about each present they got, even the socks. Maybe, all that mattered to them was that they actually got a present. You knew that the orphanages and foster homes they had come from hadn’t offered them that much.

“Well, that’s it fellas. No more presents are to be found.” You said sadly, it had been so much fun to watch them open up all their presents.

“What about that one?” Thomas asked, crawling under the tree to grab a small box.

“Oh, I didn’t see that one. There’s no name on it. Do you know who this one’s for, George?” You turned to see him sweating and looking more scared than you’d ever seen him before.

“Let me see it.” He took the box from you hands and smiled a little at the sight of it. “This one’s for you, (Y/N).”

“Me?” You asked.

“Yes, now open it.” George chuckled, the boys giggling with him.

You undid the wrapping to find a blue velvet box. Inside the box was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. You gasped as you realized that this was in fact an engagement ring.

“(Y/N) (L/N), we’ve been dating for over a year now. I brought you here because I wanted to see if you could become part of our family and you can. I never want to spend another day of my life without you because I love you. Will you marry me?” George asked, tears springing to both your eyes and his.

“Yes!” You cried, hugging him tightly to you and peppering kisses on his faces.

“Wait! Does that mean that you’re going to stay forever?” Laf asked, repeating the question he asked when you first met.

“I don’t think I could ever leave.” You giggled.

In an instant the boys were attacking you and George with hugs. They were shouting questions about the wedding and if there would be more children and such. You couldn’t think of a happier Christmas you’ve ever had. This was the family you had always dreamed of.

“I love you.” George mouthed to you over the seven rambunctious boys.

“I love you too.” You mouthed back with a smile.

One Shot: Pre Christmas (Smut)

I hope you all like this one! Any feedback on this one is really appreciated, as I have hardly any experience writing smut. So if you have any suggestions please let me know. If you liked it let me know, if there was something in particular that you didn’t or felt weird PLEASE let me know as I’d like to get better. Again, thank you for reading!!  

“Alright look at the camera. Here we go!”  

There was a bright flash from the studio lights. A few more pictures were taken of the family in front of us and then we stepped forward for our turn. My sister pulled my niece who was a ball of red velvet and passed her to my brother in law. He walked over to the big chair with Santa sitting on it and Santa reached for her.

My brother in law fussed over his daughter smoothing out her little dress making sure she was picture perfect. The photographer began to readjust for the picture.

Shawn who was standing right at my said leaned close to me and began to speak gently. “Are you going to sit on Santa’s lap?

I glanced up at him. “I don’t know should I?”

His arm wrapped around me. “Meh, you should. Tell Santa what you want for Christmas. Not that I think you’ll get it.” He leaned down and breathed into my ear. “Because I think you’ve been a very bad bad girl.”

My mouth dropped and I swatted at his chest. “Shawn!” I protested acting as if his deep voice in my ear had done nothing to my thoughts. “Not with my family here.”

He chuckled and leaned in again. “You like it.”

I didn’t try to deny it.

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Javid Titanic AU - Part 8

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“Tell us about the accommodations in Steerage, Mr Kelly. I hear they’re quite good on this ship.”

It was the first question that had been posed to Jack since they’d sat down and of course it had to be that one. He looked up at Davey, grateful that, even if he couldn’t sit next to him, he could watch him from across the table. It was a sight he’d never get bored of: Davey all done up in a suit with his hair combed. Although Jack could only image that he’d look even better with the jacket off and some buttons undone, hair tousled by roaming hands. He swallowed and looked away from the sympathy in Davey’s eyes and instead turned to face Esther, the source of the question.

“The best I’ve seen, ma’am. Hardly any rats,” he said, trying to be graceful.

It seemed to work. There were kind-hearted titters of laughter from the other people at the table – rich men and their wives who Davey had diligently introduced him – and they seemed to be laughing with him and not at him. Seeing her attempt at an insult had gone awry, Esther tried to cover her tracks.

“Mr Kelly is joining us from the third class. He was of some assistance to my son,” she explained briskly, not enjoying admitting to it.

Davey jumped in to define Jack as something beyond the cost of his ticket (whether he’d paid it or not).

“It turns out he’s quite the fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of his work,” he said, offering Jack a small, secretive smile. He was awfully fond of that one particular sketch.

Shooting Davey a reproachful glare, Esther cleared her throat. “Yes, well. David and I differ on what constitutes fine art.”

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autisticdavey  asked:

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.”


Dear @albaoaurora !

This is my Secret Santa gift for you! 

One of your yes-prompts was ‘friendship stuff (especially Ax and Tobias), and this was the first image that came to my mind, so I stuck with it. I know it’s more of a ‘these two characters together’ than a ‘the characters doing friendship stuff together’, but I hope that’s alright! 

I’ve always liked the idea of the andalites smiling with their eyes, and that’s what I tried to convey here uvu;;

I really wanted to do a small portrait-ish picture of Eva for you too, but because I’m so bad at getting my mental image of the character’s looks down on paper, I dropped it - but maybe one day I’ll try again and hopefully succeed :>

I hope you enjoy my gift to you, and I hope you enjoy the holidays!

Hugs, @othercrow

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa 2/2

Originally posted by sebastianslilmonster

You guys have been so good to me with the first part to this little sequel ‘I saw Mommy kissing Santa”. I hope you guys enjoy this one.

Summary: It’s Christmas day and nobody is prepared for what’s gonna happen.  Reader x Sebastian

Warning: Fluff and some smut oh boy.

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My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Slow burn Yuri/Otabek with demi!Yuri and lots of texting as a belated birthday present for for @limitlessmonster. [Read on AO3]

Yuri grows up, grows older and grows into himself. Otabek helps. It just takes a while to get there.

Texting with Otabek, when it first happens, is fortunately not something anyone bothers to comment on.

While Yuri is not as much of a social media addict as he could be, when he is not on the ice he is instead glued to his phone, like any self-respecting teenager should be.

And it’s not like Yuri has never texted with people before. There’s Yuuko, and some other skaters still in the Junior division, classmates from Russia, even though he never exactly considered any of them his friends. It’s just that, with Otabek, Yuri is actually smiling down on his phone.

“Oh, Yuri, you’re smiling?” Mila had asked once, curiously cocking her eyebrow at him.

“Funny cat video,” he had told her, making to hold out his phone to her, “Do you wanna-?”

Luckily, she had immediately made herself scarce then. Everyone knew that once Yuri started pulling out the cat videos he didn’t stop until he ran out of battery.

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Holiday Party  Stiles Stilinski

a/n: didn’t have the time yesterday to write y’all a xmas imagine so i thought i would today.  i spent the whole day sick in bed just working and rendering this so here you go.  a fluffy xmas imagine with stiles :)

“y/n!” Malia called from the kitchen.

“Yeah?” You yelled back, mouth stuffed full of cookies.  Stiles handed you another one and you swatted his arm with a death glare.  He chuckled.

“Are you gonna come help me bring out gifts or not?”  She scolded.  You groaned and rolled your eyes behind your head.

“Can’t Lydia do it?” You yelled.

“Can’t you see that I’m painting my nails Christmas colors?” She said sassily.

Despite yourself, you had to laugh.  This is pretty much exactly what you expected to come out of a pack holiday celebration.  Malia wasn’t really sure what to do, seeing that she hadn’t celebrated Christmas in eight years.  Lydia needed to make sure that she was displaying the proper amount of holiday spirit, clad in a striped sweater and santa hat.  Scott was trying to see if any amount of eggnog could get him remotely drunk.  It was impossible.  Kira was re decorating the McCall’s tree for the third time that night.  And Stiles, you looked to your best friend, sweet, charming amazing Stiles, was his usual sarcastic and handsome self.

“Hey!” You jumped, seeing Malia snapping her fingers in your face.  

“Wh-what?” you stumbled.  

“Could you maybe help me? Please?” She asked, more sweetly this time, and gave you puppy dog eyes.  You sighed defeatedly, but nodded, and let her pull you off of the sofa you were sharing with Stiles.  You walked back, ruffling Stiles’ hair as you left.  He let out a string of complaints but you heard him laughing when you got to the kitchen.  You sat at the kitchen table, grabbing handfuls of wrapped boxes and gift bags.

“We went a little out of control this year shopping didn’t we?” You said as you saw Malia stacking presents in her arms, towering over her head.  

“Nope” She said through a struggling voice.  You giggled softly, and took some out of her hands.  “Thanks” Malia said.

“So” You said.  “What do you want for Christmas?” Malia smiled at you genuinely.

“I have it.  For eight whole years all I wanted was to spend Christmas with my family, and now I finally get to” Tears welled in your eyes when she told you that.

“When we set these presents down I’m hugging you so hard.  And you aren’t aloud to push me away” Malia laughed gently.

“And what do you want? Stiles?” Your head snapped up to her, eyes drying immediately.

“What?” You asked meekly.  Malia snorted slightly, and you stood nervously waiting.

“Please y/n.  Don’t even try to hide it.  You’re obsessed”

“I wouldn’t say obse-”

“Why did you break up with Andrew then, huh?”

“Because he was a jackass and slept with another girl” You said with slightly narrowed eyes, not in annoyance, but in confusion.

“You knew he was unfaithful long before you broke it off” You wrung your hands together.

“Okay… so maybe I kinda sorta have a crush on Stiles” You mumbled, and Malia squealed.  The sound caught you so off guard, that you jolted and dropped a few gifts.


“Will you shut your damn mouth!?” You hissed.  Malia bit her lip and danced slightly.  You’d never seen such actions done by her.   “Alright alright alright, come on.  Let’s just go” You said, walking back out to the living room.  Malia stopped you in the doorway, pointing up.  You looked up to see mistletoe.  You rolled your eyes, but leaned over and pecked Malia’s cheek anyways.  Then walked into the room.  Scott looked over, and set down another finished glass of eggnog, then came over to help you.

“Wow, we all only got each other one thing right?” He chuckled, and you giggled at him as he set presents down by the tree.  Stiles quickly came over, between you and Scott, then proceeded to take presents from your arms.  You smiled at him thankfully, and he grinned back at you.

“Come on, come sit with me” He told you, pulling your wrist back.  You sat with him on the floor in front of the couch.  But the way he’d pulled you with him brought you closer than you’d previously been sitting.  Not that you were going to start complaining or anything.  Kira and Lydia passed around the labeled presents, and as promised between you all, you each got one gift from each other.

“Stiles open my first!” Kira exclaimed, pointing to the box that had darth vader with santa hats on it.  He laughed, and opened it up.  You tried to peek over to see it, but he slammed it shut quickly, grinning happily around the room.

“What is it?” Scott asked.  

Stiles whipped out a plastic light saber toy.  Making you laugh as he enthusiastically looked over at you, and bonked you on the top of your head.  You swatted his arm, and he didn’t hit you again.

You all took turns exchanging gifts and laughing and smiling, thanking each other in a light hearted mood.

Kira had gotten you a super cute skirt and long sleeved top to go with it.  Scott gave you a new CD for your favorite band.  Lydia gave you an assortment of nail polishes, lipsticks, and eyeliners.

Malia gave you bras and underwear.

Two sets of matching lace ones in fact.  One black, and one baby blue.  

You pulled out the tissue of her gift bag, Stiles looking over your shoulder, but as soon as you registered what it was, you blushed deeply and shoved the paper back over top.  You looked to Stiles to see him with a flushed face as well.  He saw.

“Do you like them?” Malia asked eagerly.

“Um, ye-yeah” You stuttered.  “They’re nice” Malia smiled happily knowing that you liked them.  She didn’t pick up on how maybe she should’ve given them to you separately.  Or perhaps not at all.  

Everyone else opened their presents, and then it was just like before.  Kira was back at it messing with the tree, Lydia was discussing fashion trends what with Malia, and Scott was chugging eggnog straight from the bottle now, ‘because it’s Christmas eve and it has to work somehow, that’s why!’.

But that’s when it clicked for you.  Not the eggnog, but the day.  It was Christmas Eve… and everyone had exchanged presents.  But not everyone had with you.

You looked over at Stiles, who was watching with wide eyes as Scott swallowed gulp after gulp of the white cream.  He caught your stare and turned to glance at you.  He looked at you quizzically.

“You alright?” He asked.  You wanted to ask him why he hadn’t given you a gift, you’d given him one, an expensive one, two Mets tickets next month in San Diego.  But it would be rude.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good” You said quietly, and looked back down to your hands.  He looked at you confusedly, but before he could say anything, you got up and walked into the kitchen.  Malia looked over to you, catching your eye, silently asking if she should come with you.  But you shook your head.  You walked in, opening up the fridge, and pulling out orange juice.  It’s all you could have when you were stressed.  

Did Stiles not give you a gift because he didn’t like you? Your heart just broke.  You swallowed a long drink of juice.  Your eyes watered slightly.  You cared about him so much, and he didn’t give you a gift.  No, it wasn’t important, but you gave him something that you could do together.  It was pretty clear that you were the closest in the pack and-

“y/n” You wiped your eyes with the back of your sleeves when you heard Stiles’ voice.  “Hey- hey why’re you crying?” He rushed over and sat next to you, then put a hand on your back.  “Look, if you’re embarrassed about the whole… uh… panties thing… don’t be” He told you.  “Really, it shouldn’t bother you, and for what it’s worth uhm, they were uhm, cute” You shook your head dismissively.  

“No, don’t worry about it” You said.  “Did you like the tickets?” You sniffed.

“Yeah of course!” He said with a smile.  “I’m really excited” You nod, and take a drink of juice.  “y/n, will you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing I’m just ti-”

“If you tell me you’re tired y/n, i will slap you” Stiles cut you off.  “You’re drinking OJ.  You only do that when you’re upset about something” You stood, putting the glass in the sink.  Then walked towards the doorway.  “y/n” Stiles followed you, grabbing your wrist gently, and stopping you.


“No stop please” You pulled your arm from his grasp carefully.  “y/n, what’s this abou-”

“You like me right? We’re friends?” Stiles’ brows drew together for a moment, then his eyes went wide.

“Oh my god did Scott talk to you? I-I mean I knew my gift was kinda much but I really thought-”

“Wait” You said softly, cutting him off quietly, but he stopped anyways.  “What gift?” Stiles licked his lips, and reached a hand into his pocket.  He pulled out a little wrapped box.  Your eyes met his, and you took it with a small smile.  “Can I open it?” He nods, running a hand through his hair.  You excitedly rip open the paper, revealing a small velvet box.  “Stiles, before I open this box, how much did it cost you?”

“N-not much-”

“Liar” You stated.  “How much?”

“How much did the tickets cost?” He shot back, and you pursed your lips.  “Just open the damn box please” You giggle and flip it open, revealing a gold chained necklace with your birthstone in it.  Your lips parted, your jaw falling slightly.


“Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it oh my god it’s beautiful” You gasped.

“Here, I’ll put it on” He said, taking it from the box.  You turned around, and he clasped it behind your neck.  You turned back and looked down, inspecting the jewelry.  

“It’s beautiful, I love it” You said sincerely.  Stiles smiled warmly at you.

“It looks beautiful on you” You heard him take a deep breath.  “W-well it looks less beautiful because you’re more beautiful, I mean that’s just some metal and a rock but you’re you and-”  You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you so much” You mumbled into his shoulder.  Stiles laughed airily, and wrapped his arms around you waist just as snugly.

“Yeah… yeah no problem” His hands rubbed your back before you pulled away from him.  You smiled up at him happily, and he returned it.

“You know, I actually thought that you didn’t like me anymore” You laugh nervously.  “I thought that you didn’t get me a gift because you didn’t wanna be friends.  And that’s so dumb I mean who cares about presents in Christmas spirit of giving right?” Stiles looked at you with a dumbfounded expression.

“There are so many things that you just said, that are so wrong” He laughed slightly, shaking his head.  “First of all, there’s nothing you could do to make me not wanna be your friend” You blushed, looking down.  “And second, why wouldn’t I get you a gift? I just didn’t want you to open it in front of everyone”

“Why not?” You asked with a shake of your head and drawn brows.

“Well… I dunno” Stiles mumbled.  “I just wanted it to be sorta separate” You cocked your head to the side and gave a short smile.

“Why?” Stiles fumbled, tongue coming over his bottom lip.

“Because it’s more special that way” Stiles muttered to his feet,  but you didn’t quite catch what he said.  You leaned forwards, indicating you couldn’t hear.  “y/n…” Stiles looked up, trying to think of something to say when something caught his eye.

“What?” You asked, looking up to where his eyes just were.  They landed on two green leaves, tied to the door frame by a red ribbon.  “Oh” You said, then let out a little chuckle.  “Funny, I literally just had to kiss Malia on the cheek earlier, I forgot” You said, looking back to him.  Your smile fell a little as you studied his features, and silence engulfed both of you.

But it was one swift movement, his hands finding your waist and yours laying in his shoulders as your lips met in a soft, but sparking kiss.  Somehow, without any words needing to be said, you both knew it was more than the mistletoe that brought you to do it.  When you parted, you looked at each other, eyes twinkling, lips in smiles.  You leaned up on the tips of your toes, your nose bumping his and making you both laugh softly.

“So… can I take you on a date sometime?” Stiles asked you softly, arms wrapping around your waist.  You pretended to contemplate the question.

“Yeah, yeah I could definitely do that” You said softly, and pulled his lips to yours again.

You both ignored the cat whistles and yells from the rest of your pack members.

merry christmas again :)
xoxo ~ Jordie

another solangelo christmas au

Here is my incredibly belated contribution to the @pjosecretsanta2016. My secret santa was @drunksonic ! So sorry it’s so late, hope you enjoy! 

“Did you tell Santa what you wanted?” Nico grinned down at his niece, “Only a few days till Christmas.”

Lucy beamed up at him, grabbing onto his hand. “He said I’m on the nice list!”

Nico grinned down at her, a full, real rare smile. “I told you so. Let’s go grab some hot chocolate before I take you home.”

Lucy’s eyebrows pushed together, and she squeezed on his hand, pulling him back.

“Zio.” Lucy frowned, “Aren’t you going to talk to Santa?”

Nico laughed, an act that was always more common around his niece. “He knows what I want.” he assured her, pulling her forward. She stayed put though, and took back her hand to cross her arms.

“That’s not the point, Zio.” She gestured back to the mall Santa, “You have to talk to him. It’s the rules. How else will he know what you want?”

Nico huffed out a frustrated breath, low enough so she doesn’t hear. Her loud voice was starting to attract attention from the other shoppers. “Luc, c’mon. I’ll talk to him later.”

“Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve, there isn’t any more time!” She hissed, her eyes going watery and wide. “Emily Huston from school said that he isn’t the real Santa.” Her voice cracked, “Is that true?”

Nico stared at her heartbroken eyes and panic began to bubble in his chest. “Of course it’s the real Santa.” His voice was slightly shrill, knowing now they basically had an audience, but only stared into her eyes.

“Then why won’t you sit on his lap?” A single tear slid down her reddened cheek, and Nico stared at the tear in horror.

Minutes later, Nico was lowering himself on the oversized sleigh, his cheeks and neck matching the bright red exterior.

The Santa was laughing loudly, “What’s your name?”

Nico sighed, his eyes glued to the ground. “Nico.”

“You have to sit on his lap!” She instructed, standing next to one of the elves, her hands clasped earnestly together. She seemed overjoyed, whispering to the grinning teenage elf who volunteered to watch her while Nico took his turn.  

Nico cursed quietly but follows her order, standing and carefully shifting his weight onto the laughing man, who had apparently heard Nico’s quiet swearing.

“So little boy.” The mall Santa tells you loudly, laughter in his voice. “What do you want for Christmas?”

Up close, he realizes how young the Santa actually is. Hell, with the youthful spark in his eyes, and the twitching grin on his face, he looks closer to his age than an old man. The flush on his skin only darkens even more in embarrassment. That just made it worst, honestly.

“A pony.” Nico mutters quietly and sarcastically, trying to balance his full weight on his feet in his current uncomfortable position.

“Are you on the naughty or nice list?” The guy asked behind his thick, plastic-y beard, his blue eyes dancing. He was totally enjoying this way too much.

“Depends on your point of view.” He answers without thinking about it much. Right now, the only thing he’s really thinking about it how he’s going to explain to Hazel that her daughter is pure, adorable evil.

The guy laughs out loud, tipping his head back and letting out the trademark ‘Ho ho ho!’ so it echoes a bit across the crowd. Lucy squealed, holding her hands together.

The mall Santa, noticing Lucy’s excited laughter, turned his voice a bit quieter. “Your daughter?”

Nico shook his head, “Niece.” Even in this situation, his eyes were fond.

“She’s adorable.” The Santa grinned, “She wants a dragon for Christmas, in case you were wondering.”

Nico barked out a laugh, shifting his weight on the other guy’s lap. “She and I do happen to have a lot in common.”

“Really?” He asked, still grinning under his beard. He had extraordinary eyes, Nico was noticing, and a healthy golden glow to his skin that Nico couldn’t help but admire. “I’ve always been more of a dinosaur kinda guy.”

Nico scoffed. “Against dragons, dinosaurs would totally lose. Like, horribly.”

The Santa seemed to enjoy that, a spark being lit in his eyes as he leaned in a bit. He opened his mouth, probably about to argue against that, but was cut off.

“Hey Santa! Photo time!” The photographer smirked, holding up the camera. “Say Jingle Bells!”

Nico sighed, turning to glare at the camera. Mostly for effort, but also for Lucy’s low giggling coming from his side.

The Santa wrapped his arm around Nico’s shoulders; a pose similar to the one Lucy had just posed with. The Santa was grinning widely though, and didn’t even wince when the bright flash briefly blinded Nico.

The elves were already ushering another family forward, their own little boy nearly shaking as he stared wide-eyed at the mall Santa.

Nico stood, taking a moment to straighten his clothes. “See you later Santa.” Nico grinned.

Santa’s eyes were twinkling, his eyes ranking over Nico a bit obviously. “Merry Christmas Nico.”

Nico paused, considering, but continued down the small pair of steps off the sleigh. Lucy, bouncing with excitement, threw herself at him and pointed to the small area where the photos were displayed.

Nico eyed the screen, laughter wanting to climb up his chest. It was truly a sight, Nico’s black on black ensemble, staring deadpan at the camera while sitting on the lap of the too-young, grinning Santa. “I’ll take the digital copy.” He grinned, picking up his niece to hold to his hip. He turned to his niece as the elf nodded, taking his card. “Your mother is going to love this.” He told her, his voice sing-song. “It’ll be the best Christmas present ever.”

“I made mom an ornament in class.” Lucy told him, tracing the pattern on his jacket.

“Second-best Christmas present then.” He corrected, still grinning.

She nodded, satisfied, as Nico shifted her weight to take the small bag from the smiling elf. He began wandering off, Lucy already starting into her childlike babble.  

“Hey!” One of the elves jogged up to them, holding a few candy canes. Her green curls exploded under her green cap, and Nico briefly wondered if she dyed them for the holiday occasional. Lucy, balanced on his hip, squirmed around so she could see their new company.

“Santa’s helpers!” She squeaked, burying her face into the crook of Nico’s neck.

The girl grinned, “Santa asked that I give you a special gift before you left.” She winked, handing one of the candy canes over to Lucy, who hesitantly took it. Her playful eyes flickered up to Nico, “And, of course, a special one for you.” She told him, holding one out to Nico’s free hand. There was a sticker wrapped around it, Nico briefly noticed, that was covered with a scrawled pattern of numbers.

Nico raised an eyebrow. “Special?” He asked, taking it.

Her grin turned a bit wicked, her eyes a bit sharp. “Special.” She only repeated, making a funny face at Lucy to cause her to burst into giggles.

Nico turned the candy around, examining the label. His name is Will it read in glittery scarlet pen, a number following it.

She grinned, flicking one of the bells hanging off her costume. “Merry Christmas!” She sang out, her colored whipping out behind her as she spun.

Lucy grinned, waving the girl off, her own candy cane already in her mouth.

Nico glanced over to where the mall Santa – Will – was still talking to the young boy now on his lap. Will laughed loudly, throwing his head back, and Nico could definitely go awhile hearing that sound.  

Lucy tucked on his collar, demanding his attention, and Nico turned to grin at her.

“Hot chocolate?” He asked, pocketing the candy, taking one last look back to the sleigh before strolling away.

Ikon x Mistletoe pt.1

(Hanbin, Jinhwan, Donghyuk)

Part 2: Bobby, Chanwoo, Yunhyeong, Junhoe

First time I’ve done anything like this so it kinda suck but I figure it’ll be fitting with Christmas in less than a week!!!


Originally posted by ikonine

  • Busy burying himself under a mountain of work.
  • Completely oblivious that you’ve been sitting there making faces at him for the last 10 minutes
    • Oh my God, you scared me!
    • Hanbin, you promised me ~
    • Yea. I promised to Christmas shop for our families on Tues— Oh shit! I’m so sorry, baby ~ *whine*
    • 5 more minutes. I swear *whine some more*
    • *10 minutes later* still working
    • 5 min! last time *whine to the max*
  • You’re vexed but it’s understandable he’s so distracted since Ikon had been given to green light for comeback
  • Pull you the mistletoe you were planning to use to decorate their dorm for their Christmas party.
    • Baby, why’d you bring me leaves and why are they bundle up in a bow? Don’t bring trash into my studio!!
    • Yah! it’s not trash, you freak.
  • Nervously text Jiwon a picture of said “trash” after you pout and huffed away grumpily
    • Hyung, she gave me a bunch of leaves then get mad. What do I do?
    • That’s mistletoe you big dummy!
    • What’s a mistletoe and how does that help me with the raging ball of fury sitting in the corner over there? *text Jiwon a picture of you glaring at him*
    • Google it, I’m busy *absolutely no help given*
  • Face palm hard after 5 minutes of Google-ing
  • Feel guilty AF then shy AF
    • Oh, she wanted to kiss me… hehe… *Giggle on his own like a creep*
  • Racking brain trying to figure out how to talk to you
    • Oh no, she’s looking at me. Quick, do something Hanbin before she looks away
    • *dance weird wiggle squid dance + shoulder dance combo* Great, smooth you dummy.
    • She’s laughing YESSS!
  • Hey little lady, so this little birdy just informed me what this is. Definitely not trash.
  • Go away!
  • Awe, It’s been really cold lately you know. It’s snowing and everything. I spent 2 months on tour alone, all by my lonesome, so lonely.
    • You got Jiwon and the boys
    • Damn it, stop ruining my moment.
    • Presses his finger onto your lips.
    • shhhhh! don’t speak!
  • Anyways, it’s so isolated and unwanted without your touch baby. *pull out the pout, the fake dismal cry, the dramatic heart clutching + ultimate whining combo*
  • *Grin smugly when you give in and hug him*
  • *Hold mistletoe above your head and wink seductively* I love you, baby. Merry Christmas!
  • You lean in for a soft kiss but got ambush with a fervid make out session instead
  • Throw the mistletoe away then pin you down on the couch
  • Totally late for Christmas shopping because he can’t let go of you.

Originally posted by kimbbuyo


Originally posted by yn-g


Originally posted by taehyunss

  • Heard about the Christmas village event the park nearby puts on for the holiday
    • Immediately buy two tickets.
  • Jinhwan ah, I have exams!! I can’t promise you I’ll even be awake after.
    • Come on, cutie. I don’t get break around the holiday often. We’ll just make sure you sleep a lot the day before
    • Breaks out every trick and cute faces he got in his arsenal
    • Resorts to aegyo because he knows it’s your weakness.
    • How are you the oldest in Ikon huh? Damn it, fine!
  • Kiss storm once you said yes.
  • Text you at 6 AM that day
    • Good luck on your exam. No matter what happen, I’ll be here for you!
    • Nervously pacing the dorm, not focusing on his task because he’s worry for you.
    • Want to text you but scare he’ll distract you.
    • Go shopping to buy you extra presents instead to distract himself.
  • Picking you up looking like Santa with all the presents he got.
    • No! you’re not opening them until Christmas
    • But you got so many…
    • NO! we’re dropping this off at your house.
    • You’re so smol but you’re such a big meanie.
    • What’re you talking about, I’m a manly cutie boyfriend.
    • That make no sense boy.
  • Confidently drag you toward the park like he knows where he’s going.
    • Crap.
    • We’re lost, aren’t we?
    • No… Yes…
    • You spent the next half hour trying to figure out where you’re going.
  • Finally made it inside the park.
    • See! I knew we’d make it.
    • Cue eye rolling from you.
  • Similar to Donghyuk. You’d be checking out all the decoration, giddy at how festive everything is but he’s only staring at you.
    • Loving how your eyes twinkle with excitement.
    • Secretly gloating to himself that he made the right choice.
    • Who knows her the best?
    • This guy right here!
  • Magically find a mistletoe.
    • Look, we have to kiss.
  • Buys you all the food you want because he knows you’re tired
    • Baby, you want a sandwich?
    • Spaghetti? No? What about hot cocoa?
    • Wait by the mistletoe, I’m gonna go get us coffee.
  • Take 10 million pictures of you doing stupidly mundane things
    • What? This is you festively drinking your coffee.
    • This is you under a mistletoe.
    • But you got one of us kissing under one earlier.
    • I know, but this is a different one.
    • Why can’t I take pictures of my cute girlfriend. I need it for tour purposes.
  • Nearly passed out going snow tubbing.
    • Let’s not do that again, that fake hill is scarier than I thought.
    • Oh my heart. Oh let’s go calm down by that mistletoe over there.
  • How are you finding so many mistletoe when you couldn’t even find the park?
    • nervously chuckle and drag you along
    • haha oh look what is this mistletoe doing here right above your head.
  • Both of you have a lot of fun regardless of the constant dragging you endure whenever he spots a mistletoe.
  • Ending the night with you in his arm, both of you resting on the couch chatting away.
    • How was your exam, baby?
    • I’m glad you had fun tonight.
    • I wish I can do this for you more often.
    • I just want to make you happy all the time. I’m so happy for once you’re not spending the holiday alone.
  • You totally picked this park because of all the mistletoe, didn’t you?
    • Finally confessing that the park’s map has all the points where mistletoe would be located.
    • I was going to do it at home but I’m not tall enough to hide the mistletoe.
    • The boys wouldn’t put it up for me
    • I’M SORRY.
  • You laugh at him before sealing the night with another kiss.

Originally posted by teambgasm


Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

  • Been planning your Christmas surprise for months now.
  • Complete nervous wreck since it’s your first Christmas together.
  • Rant and ramble to a point of driving everyone insane
    • What if she doesn’t like Christmas?
    • What if she doesn’t like cabin or snow?
    • What if I tripped and like i don’t know, push her off the cliff or something?
    • What if something tragic in her life happen around Christmas and I don’t know about and now she’ll hate me forever. I saw it in a drama once.
    • *Ikon collectively* Shut up Donghyuk. She’ll love you no matter what so stop bothering us.
  • 20 tabs open on his internet search engines at once because he takes his researching way too serious.
  • Worries about every little details.
    • Beach would be too cold now. She’ll get sick.
    • Camping wouldn’t be good. She complained her back hurt.
    • Ice skating is too cliche. Plus it’ll be so busy, she hates crowd.
    • Nervous wreck trying to find a way to ask you to go on a trip with him
  • Hey baby. Wanna go on a date with me?
    • What’s wrong, Donghyuk? you never ask to take me on a date, you just show up and whisk me away.
    • Laugh because he doesn’t know what else to do.
  • Showing up to the date looking like a total badass
    • Leather jacket, flannel, t-shirt, Jeans, boots (think badass Dumb and Dumber era)
    • Smiling sweetly holding a bouquet of flowers.
    • Swoon you with just a simple “hey babe”
  • I know we haven’t been together even a year but I was hoping you’ll go on a trip with me
    • So nervous he rapped the whole sentence. (Bobby and B.I would be proud)
    • Nearly fainted when you said yes
  • Practically pack for you since he worries too much about your health
    • Donggie~ I know how to pack
    • No but did you bring jackets? Thick ones.
  • Hold your hands the whole trip up to the mountain, let you sleep on his shoulder.
  • Relieves seeing your eyes light up when you guys arrived to the wooden cabin covers with snow in front of endless groves of trees.
    • You’re staring at the scenery, he’s staring at you
  • Spends most of the day playing in the snow
    • snow angel, snowman, snowball fight
    • managed to find a frozen lake to ice-skate on
      • You have to catch me if I fall okay? I don’t know how to skate
      • Somehow you don’t believe him…
      • Skate better than a freaking Olympian
      • pPut your ass to shame even though he said he doesn’t know how to skate
  • Watch sunset together
    • Whispering “I love you” for the first time
  • Fight you over how to light the fireplace.
  • Fight you over cooking dinner.
  • Fight you over who can make better hot chocolate.
  • Fight you over making a fort in front of the fireplace.
    • Sneakily put up mistletoe when you’re not paying attention
  • Finally calm down enough to relax, soaking in the warm fire and sweet hot chocolate.
    • Shyly smile
    • Baby, look up!
    • Timidly caressing your cheek
    • Cheeks red from the thought of what the small mistletoe implies
  • Promise me you’ll be here next Christmas and all the one after that.
  • Stares deep into your eyes before planting the sweetest kiss on your lips.
    • You grab his face in place when he pulls away, stealing another kiss from him
      • Wow, I should keep that thing around more often
      • You don’t need that to kiss me anytime, Donghyuk.

Originally posted by teambgasm

Now Tell Me

@bucky-barnes-is-marvelous Well it didn’t end up as flirty jealous by accident, but I did smut/fluff and jealous, and I hope it is okay. :) 

Warnings: Smut, language

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Words: 2,742

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Joe Sugg Imagine || Christmas eve ||

Anonymous said:

Can u pls do a imgine wheres its xmas eve and joe and you are putting your kidS to bed?? thxxx

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“Alright, bed time!” Joe exclaimed brightly as he turned the television off, the cartoon version of The Grinch had finished moments ago, he stood up fixing his grey t-shirt which paired splendidly with his red and black flannel pyjama pants.

“Noooo!” Both of the kids wrapped comfortably in a fleece blanket groaned in union. Looking from the kids to you on the couch, Joe bit his lip, “mommy…” Leigh your five year old daughter turned her attention to you, “I’m not even-,” her words cut off as she started to yawn, “-tired.” She finished at the end of her yawn.

“Uh huh.” You said unconvinced, shaking your head. “I’m not tired either!” Rhys – your three year old son, protested, his tiny fists rubbing his eyes. “You’ve both stayed up way passed your bedtime and, if you aren’t asleep when Santa flies over, he’ll go straight on to the next house.” You warned.

Standing up yourself, you couldn’t help but feel exhausted, the thought of laying your head down on your soft pillow was a thought of the distant future, you lent over picking up Rhys, who didn’t fight you as much as you thought, he wrapped his arms around your neck, rubbing his face against your shoulder.

“Anna at school said, she stayed up ALL night last Christmas and, Santa still came to her house.” Leigh nodded, seriously as she wiggled off the couch, taking Joe’s out stretched hand, “well, that isn’t how it works at our house, Santa will fly right on… You don’t want to wake up and Santa didn’t come, do you?” Joe asked, giving up on trying to head toward the stairs with the stubborn girl, picking her up in a swift motion.

“Dad is right,” you chimed in, heading out of the living room, to the stairs which were decorated in white glittering lights around the banister. “Or, he will come and leave coal.” You added. “I DON’T WANT COAL!” Rhys yelled, looking from you, to Joe and finally to his sister.

“Well, good littles girls and boys, who are fast asleep in their beds don’t get coal.” Joe assured heading up the stairs first, “but naughty ones who stay up and try to catch Santa do.” He nodded.

“Can we wake up at five?” Leigh asked, looking between Joe and you, finally at the top of the stairs. “No, we set your alarm for seven-thirty.” You reminded her. “But, what if SOMEONE breaks into our house and steals all our presents?” Leigh squinted her eyes at the two of you.

“My god, you look like your mother.” Joe laughed, he had seen that same squinted eye, stubborn – over exaggerating expression on your face in the last 8 years you’d been together. “Leigh, I promise you – that isn’t going to happen.” You wanted to laugh.

Tucking the two of them into their beds, you kissed cheeks, foreheads, gave hugs and made sure the blankets were tucked in good around them, switching on the night light in the corner, you turned. Seeing Joe sitting with Rhys, brushing his wavy hair from his forehead, his eyes were already closed and soft sleeping breaths escaped him, he held onto a stuffed dragon tightly.

“Do you think we left enough cookies?!” Leigh asked, breaking the peaceful silence in the room, looking at you. “You left Santa six cookies… And his reindeer a whole bag of carrots,” you said, “and a giant glass of cold milk, Santa has a lot of cookies to eat you know…” Joe got up, walking over to her, fixing her blankets once more.
“What if it isn’t enough?” She dramatically covered her face with her hands, sighing dramatically. “Leigh.” Joe said half seriously. “Okay, okay…” She muttered. “Good night, I love you.” Joe said, kissing her forehead, switching off the lamp. “I love you too, daddy.” She turned over onto her side, yawning.

“Good night, Leigh.” You opened the bedroom door, “Night mommy, I love you.” She whispered, “love you, too.” you smiled, as Joe joined you by the door, the two of you went to walk out, the girl turned over quickly. “You sure you set my alarm, right?” She knew she was pushing it, but she also knew neither of you wanted to get mad on Christmas eve. “Yes,” Joe used a stern tone. “Now, go to bed or Santa wont come and neither will Uncle Caspar tomorrow.” He warned.
“Okay, good night.” Leigh snuggled back into her pillow as you both walked out, closing the door behind yourselves.

Standing in the hallway, Joe and you both looked at each other, letting out simultaneous breathless laughs and sighs. “Do you think we were that unruly at kids?” Joe asked.

“Oh, I know I was.” You laughed darkly, going down the stairs, “one year – I was so bad, I was like – six… My mom, actually started putting my presents in trash bags, telling me she was talking them to kids who deserved them.” You shook your head, your fingers ran through your hair a little.  

“That’s a bit harsh…” Joe admitted and you shook your head, “no, I was definitely a downright brat that year, I was steamed my older brothers got to stay up really late and I had to go to bed.” You pouted sadly.

“Ohh, my Princess.” Joe said sympathetically, while laughing, his hands slide down your sides to rest on your hips, in the kitchen. “I know.” You muttered dramatically now, before you both laughed together. “I love you, so much.” He shook his head.

“I love you too, Mister Sugg.” Your arms wrapping around his waist, looking up at him. “Well, I would hope so Misses Sugg – or something went drastically wrong.” He laughed a little. “Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, laughing.

Leaning down, Joe pressed his lips against yours kissing you deeply. “Now, I think,” He said as he pulled away, stepping away from your and going around your kitchen island, “I think, Santa is bringing some assembly required toys… Wine?” He offered taking two glasses from the cupboard.

“Yes, please…” You laughed, opening the fridge taking out the bottle of wine chilled wine.

Artist Self Rec Tag

When you get this, reply with your favourite five or so drawings, then pass on to about five other artists. 

I was tagged by @meiosis2!! Thank you so much for the tag and your kind words; I couldn’t appreciate them more!!

For starters, let me just be brutally honest here: there isn’t any artwork in my art tag that I truly love unconditionally, so I’ll take this chance to both voice what I can still appreciate in them, but also criticize and explain things that could be improved in each of the pieces. Cool? Let’s go!

Sleeping Sickness (FMA - Royai Comic)

My latest drawing in the tag, done for my dear friend’s birthday. I still have quite the fondness for this project, even if it’s just for the amount of effort and time I put into it. Seriously! By far my most ambitious, time consuming, meticulously thought piece of fanart.

I still really like some of the lineart, as well as certain expressions, panels and poses, like the panel in the preview above. What I still really appreciate, however, is how cinematographic it is, the planning and effort put into the background/foreground, particularly how the perspective is meant to direct your eyes towards the character portrayed, and the dramatic lighting.
If I had to patience and time to correct anything today, I’d probably re draw some of the expressions and alter the style for the facial features a bit, and try some other color palettes. 

Edwin HTTYD Crossover (FMAP Secret Santa 2016)

Another one that I look back on and appreciate for the effort and time spent on it. It features the most detailed outfits I’ve ever drawn, with nuances of texture and different types of cloth! And I’m still content with most of the background, so I still like the final result on that regard, for the most part.
If I were to pick it up now, however, I would absolutely change some of their facial features (hfhfjsdh how I dislike their expressions and some aspects of the style in retrospective!), and rework the general picture to better blend in the characters into the background.

Mustang’s Rap (FMA)

Ah man, this drawing brings back some fun memories!! I had to get this out of my system after I kept listening to Mustang’s Rap from the 4Koma… I was laughing the entire time!! I still really like Hawkeye on this picture; her outfit, post, features… and I still chuckle with Roy’s silly pose and stare, although I would probably correct a lot of things in him, like some of the folds. The general color palette still looks pretty nice, I must say!

“ There’s something particularly alluring about him(…)” (FMA - Royai)

The very first fanart I ever made for the FMA (and Royai) fandom! I’m surprised I still enjoy this one, considering how long it’s been! Even if I would certainly correct most of Roy’s facial features right now, some clothing folds, a few of the outfit’s details and maybe add some more shadows on Roy… of all the times I’ve drawn Riza, it’s in this drawing that I find one of my favorite versions for her hair and face. 

On the other hand, I still enjoy Roy’s hair, the palette, and the general mood of the picture… I remember I felt like it was an achievement and a massive leap forward back then, like every other piece in this post, so I still value it for the importance it had.

Plant Life (Adventure Time S6 MAP 2016)

At last, breaking this chain of FMA content, is my first (and only) digital animation so far!! I put so much work into it, and I still enjoy the final result, particularly the animation on the vines and Jake; but of course, there are so many things I’d be able to improve if I had more time, such as the hair animation, certain bits of the style, and other sections.

And that’s it!! I’ll be tagging… @marimel-stars @mondfuchs @geoogl @banana–bread and @keropatch!! You have no obligation to do it of course, but knock yourself out if you want. :D

Bookshop Part 2 (Thorin X Bilbo)

Bilbo disliked Halloween. With passion.

It wasn’t the costumes or the candy or the fact that he had to make said candy, because bought candy looked cheap, or his neighbors’ superstitions or even complaints that a wealthy neighbor should put more effort into celebration the traditions, God damn those Sackville-Bagginses-

No; it was the endless knocking that started around six (young snotty brats and their overly concerned parents) and continued till ten, sometimes even eleven (annoying teenagers that wanted to brag they got some ‘queer’ candy). Then, of course, there was always the risk of waking up in a house wrapped in toilet paper – or, and that was the true horror – the stench of rotten eggs.

His house may have been the target of the latter more often than he would have liked to admit.

Those endless knockings, however, would drive him mad one day. He knew that for certainty.

So he placed a bucket outside his door and a note, asking politely that each kid will take one cupcake and leave the rest to the other kids. Not that he was expecting much, but he hoped the blue, lamp-like eyes he glued to the nearby window would make the children think he’s watching.

Also, he prepared three trays of sweets as an extra precaution.

And thus, with a nice book and a comforting fire and a steaming mug (spiced just a bit) prepared, he sank into his armchair and prayed that the night will pass without any incident.

It was also likely to snow, a fact which may deter the most mischievous teens. Probably.

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Snowy nights - Mark Scenario

Originally posted by strictlyjaehyun

Request: This is my first time requesting ever heheheh~~ Requesting a fluff of you and Mark being friends ever since childhood and he finally asks you out now?

A/N: jfhrjghrjh this is v christmas themed also im so sorry that i made this so late ;;

Word count: 538

“I GOT YOU” Mark exclaimed as he found your hiding figure behind the tree.Eyes widening, you screamed trying to run away from him.His laugh echoed through the dimly lit,snow filled streets.Mark ran as fast he could, snowballs in hand, ready to attack you.

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Good Enough (b8)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight;part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

You woke up abruptly to a heavy weight jumping on your stomach. Reaching out in the air, you found one of the giggling culprits and wrestled them onto the bed beside you, finding their weak spots and tickling them into submission. “I thought we agreed no bed jumping this year,” you muttered sleepily, trying to stifle your wriggling children by pulling the covers up over your shoulders. You didn’t know what time it was but it was definitely too early.

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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.