#i got to see it live years ago as a xmas gift

[soupspkmncorner]

wicked movie was actually really good sorry for being a theatre kid

[sweatervest-obsessed]

Unexpected Visitor

Pairing: Spencer Reid x G!n Reader

WC: 788

A/N: A lil Spencer Xmas Blurb while I figure my shit out. Also! I'm imagining older seasons Spencer for this one.

"Hi! I'm, uh, so sorry to bug you but, um, do you know where Spe--Doctor Reid's desk is? Or, really, where D-Doctor Reid is?" .

Derek Morgan had to get his shit together because his jaw almost dropped when you walked in. What was some hot piece of ass doing, dressed like that, looking for Boy Genius.

He jumped up from his chair and strolled over to where you had stopped Garcia, who was just as flabbergasted as he was. "Reid is currently in a meeting sweetheart--may I ask what you, uh, want with him?"

You raised your eyebrows at the 'sweetheart', but smiled anyways. "He was supposed to be home about an hour ago and he wasn't answering his phone, so instead of panicking, because I know what you do for work, I wanted to come in and check before I lost my shit."

"Home?" Garcia squeaked out, still baffafled by how gorgeous you looked. It was like you were sent straight from heaven, a literal vision.

You nodded and tilted your head, slightly confused. "Y-Yeah...I'm sorry why is that---"

"We just didn't know Reid was living with anyone, let alone seeing someone."

"Ah." You nodded. "He's private like that, isn't he." Your smile warmed the two of them, and you shifted the coat from one arm to the other.

"y/n?"

You turned your head towards the back of the bullpen, and Spencer was walking out of Hatch's office. "What are you doing here?"

"Being introduced to your friends and coworkers since you haven't."

Spencer bit the inside of his cheeks and walked over to you both, placing his hand on the small of your back. You felt how tense he was.

"I'm here because our reservation is in twenty minutes and you said you'd be home over an hour ago." You looked at Spencer, whose eyes went a little wide.

"Shit. I-I didn't realize what time it was---"

"I have your suit in the car, and this is why I made the reservation for eight pm, instead of Seven."

"And this is why I love you." Spencer kissed your head and rushed over to his desk, scrambling to grab all of his papers and his bag and his coat and his scarf and his--

"Hi Y/n." Spencer looked up at the mention of your name, pausing in his frantic nature.

"Hi Aaron." You gave him a quick hug, but a bright smile. "How are you?"

"Well." He laughed a little. "I'd be better if we didn't have to work the day before Christmas Eve since I still need to wrap all of Jack's presents still."

"Oh how is Jack!"

"He's doing well. finally starting to enjoy reading, no thanks to you."

You laughed at his joke, all the while Derek and Garcia just shared an incredulous look. How the hell did you know Hotch? Jack?!? Why does Jack's reading habits connect to you--

"Ready sweetheart?" Spencer appeared at your side and you nodded. "It was lovely to see you Aaron. I'll stop by some time tomorrow to drop off Jack's gifts as well as yours. I got it when Spence I and went to Paris last month. I think you'll enjoy it!"

"That's why you weren't here for two weeks?" Penelope's jaw was on the floor. "I didn't take you to be a Parisian man Doctor Reid."

"W-Well, um--"

"It was for my birthday. My choice. I love art and museums so it made sense. Well, it was lovely to meet you all but we have a reservation to get to." You gave them all a quick smile before taking Spencer's hand and walking towards the elevator, your shoes clicking on the floor with every step you took.

"How long have the two of them been together?" Morgan turned to Hotch after you both had gotten in the elevator.

"I think today is their two year anniversary."

"TWO YEARS." Garcia clutched her hypothetical pearls. "How have I not known? How have WE not known?"

"He's private, and...well. You know Y/n."

"No we clearly do not know Hotch."

Hotch gave them a little smirk and a shrug. "Merry Christmas guys. I'll see you on the twenty-seventh."

As Hotch walked away, Garcia and Morgan just stared at one another. "So we're..."

"Going to spend then next ten minutes in my office finding everything out about this mystery person Spencer has been apparently dating for two years?"

"You read my mind mama. A little Christmas snooping never hurt anyone..."

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 54

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

all i want for christmas by tusslee

“Listen,” Lance squeezes Keith’s fingers in his hands, “I’m as bad at this as you probably are and this is going to be really cheesy, but that’s the way I was raised and I know I act like an idiot around pretty girls, but I’m an even bigger idiot around you. Go ahead and try to guess why that is. No, actually don't do that."

this one is gonna be an xmas special!! even though im writing this before halloween lol. anyways. this was so cute!! lance being all stressed about what he should get keith bc he's all in love w him any everything. so real.

2. You're Here (Where You Should Be) by @blue-wanderer

"And if you’re worried about the cameras just take care of them.” “Take care—! Take care of them? With what, Keith?” “I don’t know?” Keith asks, busily testing his foothold in the gate and generally ignoring the rising storm cloud of ire behind him. “With a gun?” “A gun? This isn’t some sort of black ops storming an enemy base thing! This is a Christmas tree thing!” “I don’t see a difference? You’re the sharpshooter. Shoot out the cameras.” “Let me just pull a gun out of my ass, Keith!” “OK, problem solved,” Keith agrees, taking another step up the gate. “Nothing is solved you dumb country space redneck!”

Or Keith and Lance may be disasters at decorating, but Christmas still manages to work its magic on them.

i bookmarked this like a year ago and let me tell you all i needed to hear was dumb country space redneck and i was hooked 😭😭 and it lived up to the name fr. hate the canon ending? want lance to not be a farmer while still acknowledging his struggles with homesickness? want some whipped keith and meddlesome kosmo? want some cheesy xmas feels? click ahead!

3. make my wish come true by angelbolt

“A world where one has to fight for custody of one’s boyfriend is a godless one,” Lance muttered, slumping so he was leaning against Hunk. Shiro exchanged some final words with Kolivan before the screen blipped out. Ah yes, the ideal Christmas Eve: long boring talks and war meetings. Wonderful. ❆❅��� keith comes home for christmas.

fun game idea: take a shot every time you see a klance xmas fic with a mariah carey lyric. lol. ANYWAYS yall know me and established relationship + early season dynamics!! i am obsessed!! and this fic delivers!! grumpy lance pov who just wants the rest of the world to fuck off for a couple days so he can have his bf around. he's such a voice of the people

4. i'll be home for christmas by @thespacenico

A severe bout of winter weather threatens to stop Shiro from making it home for his first Christmas with Keith. Shiro is ready to do whatever it takes to keep his promise.

okay this one is from darcy's i've got you brother, which i am obsessed with and have cried over several times, and which just recently updated! this fic is so cute and a adashi with young keith always fucking gets to me, man. they're just so. shiro being so desperately determined to keep his promise to young keith who has had so many promises broken that he doesnt even expect shiro to try. but is happy that he does. sobbing.

5. the greatest gift of all by dumpsterdiva

Keith’s mouth hung open for a few seconds before he stammered, “D-do you really mean that?” Lance looked a bit sheepish as he said, “I… It’s crazy, right? I mean, it’s way too soon. You know I was kidding.” Keith straightened up. “Well, I’m not. Marry me.” “What?!” “You heard me, you coward. Marry me.” “That’s the worst proposal ever!” “Worse than you threatening me with marriage so I would stop talking about how amazing you are?”

YOU GUYS KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT PROPOSAL FICS. i feel ksjbskdbqjdbqwlwd about them. okay. and throw in a christmas setting??? and banter?? and a MODERN AU?? i am doing my best, people. this fic had me shoving a pillow into my face and screaming.

that’s it for today!! happy holidays! merry christmas!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[modest-moon]

the lesson of it all

my grandmother had ten children but was herself one of three and now the last one standing at 100 years old, her sister having passed away last night. her dead sister was a nun who left the order in her middle age because she loved the comfort of material things too much to be without them. all of my grandmother’s children are still living. when i saw her for thanksgiving, the first thing she mentioned was how tired she was and ready to die, which is also the first thing she said to me at my cousin’s wedding two years ago. she’s got dental work she’d like to get done but no dentist in their right mind will agree to putting her under at this point. I think about how her teeth rot in her mouth at night when she dreams of angels, her dead brother, and my mother’s first husband—dead four years now, and also divorced from her long before I was ever even born.

when she dreams like that, she thinks it’s a sign she’s going to hell and stops eating and sleeps all day, saying the end will come soon and asks for things like a farewell party or for all her children in town to be there when the priest is called to the house to give last rites. the morning of whatever event she’s planned, they usually find her up and dressed on her own, bouncing about excited for the visitors. After the priest took her last confession and delivered the rites, they gathered in the living room for pizza and soda.

when i was eight my grandmother visited for christmas, and my mother rented rosemary’s baby to watch after opening gifts because she vaguely remembered christmas being a part of it and mia farrow’s haircut being very cute. after rosemary gives birth to the antichrist and escapes the apartment she sees the xmas decorations in the shop window displays and my father went “oh look see, it IS a christmas movie!”

all this to say god exists for the women of the family but holds a strange place for them. i’m unsure what it meant for my great aunt’s soul that she decided she wouldn’t be buried in a habit, but she died holding someone’s hand anyways. my grandmother allowed the church to control her body until, she didn’t. it took having twins. i’m unsure what made my mother feel god abandoned her, but she would have plenty to offer if asked. i just tend to think of it all as a punishment, and the suffering is an inevitable penance. some may think this is an attempt to shift blame to god, but the way i see it—at least im still learning something. i appreciate the opportunity actually, thanks in advance.

[theretirementstory]

Good morning, it’s Christmas Eve and it’s a cloudy 7c here this morning. Who cares? It will soon be Christmas Day when you can eat your body weight in chocolates before breakfast (with any luck 😂😂).

The amount of baking that has been done in this house lately, you would think I was going to be feeding the five thousand, but no, I have been preparing to give homemade food gifts to friends and neighbours this year.

After the open invitation I received last week, to visit a friend in a nearby village, I received a message from the friend in town where I spent “Réveillon” four years ago. She said that her daughter was coming from Nancy to spend time this Christmas and that there would be 11 at the table she was sorry that she couldn’t invite me. She did say that when her daughter leaves (27 December) I can go to eat with her and her sister. I did reply saying that as I still have low immunity I am wearing my mask and being very careful and avoiding large groups. I guess going to her home with just two people there could be ok but of course they will have been with nine other people themselves. Well we will wait and see.

It has been mince pie making, date stuffing, peppermint cream making, cake decorating, meringue making, baking other cakes and a first attempt at making sage and onion stuffing balls. I am still not finished, I need to marinate goats cheese to have with endives, pears and walnuts as my starter tomorrow. Monday I will be making another “first attempt” this time it will be bread sauce, I can but try these items which in the UK are readily available in a packet and only require the addition of water or milk in the case of bread sauce.

Monique came to visit and forgot the glycerine! She brought it down the following morning, unfortunately I was out shopping so she left the bottle on my kitchen window sill. In the afternoon I went to meet Claudine at the stained glass workshop to collect the bottle of glycerine she had bought at a pharmacy. One thing is certain I have plenty of glycerine I will probably be making Xmas cakes regularly to use it all up!

I went to the cinema with Pauline again, we saw “La Tresse” (The Braid), what a moving story, I thoroughly enjoyed it. Pauline is leaving this morning to go to Lille to spend Christmas with friends. We will meet up after Christmas. She has been visiting McDo in the afternoons (it’s quiet then) and she said they have been selling two macarons and a coffee for €2,90.

I went to see my friends Marlene and Manu on Friday taking foodie gifts for them. I came back with a beautiful Christmas card and a homemade gift with chocolates. I also received the most heartwarming message when I got home, not just thanking me for the gifts.

The cleaner was ill on Monday so didn’t come to work she was better for Thursday and I had a present for her. She asked if she could open it and was so moved by the gift that she hugged and kissed me. Well I didn’t see that coming!

Had a video call on Thursday evening with a friend in America. We have both been receiving treatment for cancer, she is still receiving the treatment so most of our conversation was around treatments however as her home is actually in Bar-sur-Aube she likes to catch up on activities in town.

I messaged Josette, a lady from the old knitting group. She had moved from Urville to Troyes a few years ago as her husband was on dialysis and they moved nearer to the hospital. Sadly she lost her husband back in May. She said she is finding it hard to adjust and will be spending her Christmas with her children.

It is so funny that when I was coming to France one of my criteria was to be in a town with few English people as I wanted to integrate with French people. When I arrived I believed I was the only English person in the town, I have since heard that there is an English man married to a French lady who has lived here for a lot of years, however, I have never come into contact with him. What a surprise though to now have among my friends, Portuguese , Finnish, American, Dutch, Afghan, Romanian, Turks, Georgians, Nigerians and Syrians, as well as French! The doctor I had when I first arrived was Equadorian now that was a first for me 😂.

I have decided that my taste in music is quite eclectic, so let’s have a look at my choices this week. The first one is back to 1971, it is “Tap Turns On The Water” by C.C.S. It always brings to mind my Godmothers house that I had known from being a very young girl.

The second song is “Trapped” by Colonel Abrams which dates back to 1985. Memories of this song are from dancing the night away in “La Grotte” disco in Sousse Tunisia.

“The Photographer” messaged me last night saying the bar he was in had a bottle of champagne which came from very close to me. The champagne was £64 per bottle in the bar. Turns out it was a bottle of Drappier Champagne. the champagne house is 4.5 miles from where I live, situated in the village of Urville. I wonder how much that bottle would cost here?

“The Trainee Solicitor” has finished work for a break over the Xmas period, he said he will be “popping in” to catch up on things. Well I hope he is going to take some time to rest up as he has been feeling “not too good”.

“The Ex-Graduate” has been working her socks off and the work doesn’t ease off over Xmas for her. She has the Bank holidays off but then is working 5 days/nights in a row including New Years Eve! Roll on a start date for the full-time job in her chosen profession.

I imagine that my gorgeous grandchildren are eagerly awaiting the arrival of Santa Claus. They are celebrating their Xmas Day with Daddy on the 26th December. What fun, two Xmas Days 😁, hopefully there will be time for a video call with Grand-mere in France not on their Xmas Day but one day that they are with Daddy.

So now, when Pauline is preparing to travel to Lille for Xmas, Anie is safely ensconced in Indonesia, Darcy is ready to enjoy Christmas in Florida, I am ready to enjoy my Christmas here in my home. I have chosen a bottle of champagne, it is a rose and is my last bottle of Cudel. There won’t be anymore of that for me as the champagne house was sold a few years ago. Never mind I may have a bottle of Drappier another year, who knows!

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas, hopefully catch you again before the New Year.

[wheelin-after-midnight]

34.

when you wake up to pee at night, do you turn on the light?:

I don't turn on the main lights, but I turn on the bathroom light.

when was the last time you got a fresh box of crayons?:

A few years ago when I was really into colouring for a while.

what color is your favorite towel?:

I don't have a favorite towel. I don't even have that many.

do you know anyone’s phone number by heart?:

Lots of them.

do you wear hoodies?:

Sometimes.

what was the last gift you gave someone?:

Money.

do you cook on the stove at all, or just microwave:

I cook on the stove.

do you ever debate religion with your friends?:

Often. I don't feel uncomfortable talking about religion with them because they're respectful and open to different viewpoints than their own.

do you keep your shampoo in the shower or someplace else:

I keep it in the shower.

something your mother said or did that shocked you:

I wasn't very impressed with her pretty recently, but nothing she says or does really shocks me anymore. I may be disappointed or hurt, but I'm rarely surprised or shocked.

A song you play over and over and over when no one is around:

There are a lot of songs I'll repeat if I'm feeling it at the time. It doesn't matter whether or not people are around. I mostly use headphones.

how many different homes have you live in:

Like eight or nine.

did your mom go to college?:

Yes.

If your best friend was a vegetable, what would they be?:

Sweet potato, because she's the sweetest person alive. Truly. If you can platonically be in love with someone, she's that for me. That's the best way I could describe us. We were talking the last time we were together about how some people that have known each other as long as we have realize they love each other and end up actually being together, and we both looked at each other and kind of went, "omg noooo. Ewww. That would be so weird." She's straight as an arrow and has a great boyfriend, but we have a really deep relationship in every other way than the physical/sexual aspect.

where is the best place you know to take a dog for a walk?:

There's a small park close by, so maybe there. This area is pretty middle of nowhere in general though.

are there any crazy sandwich combinations you like to eat?:

Not really. They might not be common, but it's not like I'm out here creating edible crimes against humanity. - haha yeah. This.

which food do you think you have the most cans of in your cupboard?:

I don't have much of anything right now. There might be brown beans in the pantry.

Do you save fortunes from fortune cookies?:

No.

are you offended when Christmas is spelled Xmas?:

What a weird thing to be offended by.

where do you put your keys when you come home?:

On a nail on the wall, if I don't just keep them in my bag.

what is your favorite movie theater snack or candy?:

The popcorn! With extra butter.

do you prefer rugs or bare floors?:

Laminate, tile or hardwood.

describe your favorite mug or glass to drink from?:

I don't really have a favourite. I have one I use the most, but there's nothing too special about it. My favorite mug says plant based babe on it. I got it when I was vegetarian. I honestly don't use it very often, though. I'm gonna have to start again. Kinda forgot about it.

if you needed a pair of scissors now, could you find them in 5 minutes?:

Yeah.

If your bestie said your significant other is a douche, what would you say:

They wouldn't say this. They never have, even during our bad times or after our break up. They've said things like, "honey, I don't like this relationship for you" and expressed concern over the ways I was treated, but they've never said she was a douche. Babe even acknowledges she did me wrong and made big mistakes. She's walking the walk now instead of just saying the right things, and my friends can also see that. They just want the best for me and to see me treated well, not wasting my heart on someone who isn't gonna take care of it. All of us should want that for our friends.

your favorite app on your phone:

Spotify and Reddit.

your bad habit that you love the most:

Drinking coffee.

Eating carbs or sweets.

invent a pop tart flavor:

Chocolate peanut butter swirl.

do you name your pets after tv/movie/book characters?

No. I named her after Whitney Houston. Whitney's my favorite vocalist. Her nickname was Nippy. My cat gets called both Nippy and Whitney. Whitney is more reserved for when she's being a feisty little brat. She has like a hundred other little nicknames too, but those have nothing to do with what I actually named her.

[xtrablak674]

I remember the smell of my mother’s period. Rusty. Alkaline. I don’t say this to be gross or embarrassing, my mother has been dead over four decades. As her second set of kids you cling to even the smallest memory of the parent you knew best.

I rememory playing with her tampons, using them as rocket ships or earrings and the humidifier was dismantled to become a part of the spaceship I built with my younger brothers in the walk-in closet in our room. This same closet at times was a beach with hammocks I constructed from crocheted blankets, this same closet held my Spider-Man helicopter of which I had two, one would leave to be re-gifted to a cousin, not by my choice. Later this closet was my secret laboratory where I had a book of matches and discovered that rubbing alcohol burned with a blue flame.

I remember the layout of this apartment so well, and my brothers and I left no area of it unexplored. I understand my mother’s frustration in a different light now, in how she said she couldn’t keep anything, and she couldn’t with three inquisitive boys under ten years old. Her record collection were magical Frisbee disks that we couldn’t resist a few tosses around the apartment. In the hallway that connected the living room to the bedrooms we had discovered with slightly moist feet we could become Spider-Man and climb the wall.

I recall finding a hand-gun in the closet in our bedroom, which I knew our mother thought we shouldn’t be able to reach, underestimating the reach of little boys who climb anything and get into everything. I unremembered abuse by the hands of my father’s girlfriend, a woman who would later unofficially become my step mother with the birth of my youngest brother, and was reminded in dreams that haunted me as nightmares, and my mother comforted me and fought the demons I was too young to fight.

It was such an honor when I left the back bedroom to inherit my older brother’s bedroom, this was the room where my mother entertained her male guest with the bed moved conveniently up against the door. This was the room that at one time was filled with my brother’s books and was one of the main places xmas presents were hidden. It became the room where I became aware of my body and experimented with sleeping in the nude.

The living room was wear we gathered like church-goers every Saturday at 6am to watch cartoons because the only color television resided there, this was also where my mother slept. This was the room she would put on her white nursing uniform as she got ready for her shift at the VA. This was the room she let me feel the lump in her left breast that would later be removed. Children being well children we even played with her prosthetic. In this room my love for dance was awakened with watching Fame, the same school I would later attend. This was also the room in which I found her dead having succumb to the same cancer that would take her younger sister twenty years later. I remember the smell of my mother’s period. Rusty. Alkaline. But alive.

[Afterword: Whoa, I didn't see that ending coming. I wrote this a while ago, at least ten years, because it originally said that my mom was gone three decades. The piece feels poetic especially with the beginning and ending, and the use of some Toni Morrison words. I hadn't really looked at it myself being put off by the title thinking it might not be as good as it was in a little over five hundred words.

Its a love letter to my mom and the life she created for her boys and the interior life we had as children in her house, as kids being well kids. It gently touches on so many memories not dwelling or examining anything too long, giving them all equal weight. Once again I am patting myself on the back because its a powerful piece of writing. One that just needed to get out, and now is being shared with my four followers.]

[Photo by Brown Estate]

[dumuzithemessiah]

Domains and my tragic past..

Domains that I, Dumuzi, have

Life, Death, Resurrection, Rebirth, Kosmos, Universe, Multiverse, Speed, Demons, Rainbows, Moonbows, Dreams, Nightmares, Harvest, Underworld/Kohora, Gourmet, Ice, Snow, Winter, Darkness, Shadows, Curses, Magic, Archery, Swords, Bowblades, Hunting, Night, Moon, White Flowers, Nature, Plants, Time, Wind, Desire, Song, Heroicness, Courage, Loyalty, Creation, Universe, Kosmos, Multiverse, Hedgehogs, Foxes, Sharks, Rubies, Moonstones, Rainbow Moonstones, Onyxes, Jet[[gemstone]], Garnets, Metal, Clear Quartz, and Beauty.

Weapon domains and the hunting one I earned as deities can earn domains too…

On top of that I am the real Messiah and the fake Messiah worshipped by Christards ain’t got nothing on me as I am that much better than the false Messiah Jesus whose name starts with a five hundred year old letter and whose face comes from Cesare Borgia showing how fake that faker is!

Also Messiah means “Hero of Rainbows/Rainbow Hero” and can also mean “Moonbow Hero” due to me being a dark type not a light type! 

Jesus and the whole Jewish king story is stolen from my story of me trying to teach humanity the truth!

The Jewish king died though by Marduk[[Mar-duke]] striking him with an electric bolt of lightning!

Marduk does not like people hurting me who is his male wife! 

Yeah you read that right Marduk and me are married and are the true couple! 

Also I was along with the rest of the quadruplets as we are called reborn and put back together on December 25!

So December 25 is the true Messiah aka The Holy Four Kosmos Deities birthday!

Also I was put back together over half a million years ago meaning Earth was a different place back than for sure! Climate especially! 

The day I was reborn started the celebration of the Nibirian holiday Kosmos Day which is closer to Xmas traditions wise than Yule! 

Gift giving, family seeing, orange tree with dark ruby red ornaments with yellow/golden yellow garland, cobalt blue bows ornaments, yellow tree lights, and a pale cyan heart tree topper! 

Also cookie making, singing, reindeer, blue green holiday wreaths, snow, Winter, and most importantly the celebration of the Kosmos and rebirth of The Holy Four Kosmos Deities!

Colours like orange, yellow, golden yellow, cobalt blue, dark ruby red, blue green, pale cyan, black, white, etc, are all Kosmos Day colours!

I exist unlike the fake Jesus which is one of the many reasons I am better than him! 

Other than Jesus supports the lie that is Christianity! Thus he supports homophobia, death to all non believers, hatred and discrimination and demand the death penalty to those who aren’t normal to hateful ass Christians, all the war and genocide Christianity caused throughout history, all the lies, death threats, discrimination, the demand innocent magic users be given the death penalty, Christianity spews, etc!

Jesus never loved thy neighbour - instead he wishes thy neighbour who is simply different dead and approves of all the hate the bible taught and it’s disgusting lies which FYI the “New Testament” doesn’t fucking cover up all the deaths caused by Christianity’s wicked lies! You have to be fucking brain dead to think a censored version of the bible can excuse all the deaths and genocide on Earth and all over the Universe that the teaching of the bible caused!

The bible was written by man not by any true deity as Ishtayr is mortal and looks like a sphinx cat with a thin mane a Y shaped tail and ugly rubbery wings! She approves of those hateful lies!

Man made religions are illegal by the word of the Universal Council and Multiversal Council! Because it spreads that much chaotic evil energy! That damages the Kosmos which could explode because of that much evil energy! If the Kosmos explodes then so does the Universe you vile humans!

You humans by constantly damaging the Kosmos with your mass produced evil energy are threatening the lives of all mortal life both non advanced and advanced and zillions and counting including advanced species have died because of your wicked evil religion and it’s lies!

On Judgement Day humanity will face punishment and will be executed for their crimes! We aren’t gonna let humanity destroy the Kosmos and win! As the Kosmos if blown up will blow up the Universe as they’re connected and kill all mortal life and damage heavily nearby universes! Magical beings can escape!

Do you humans now understand why you humans on Judgement Day? 

It’s because we deities and other lifeforms cannot allow humanity to kill all mortal life including themselves, destroy the Kosmos and Universe due to one cannot exist without the other, or damage other universes with said destruction of the Kosmos!

We gods and goddesses have to protect peace and order in the Universe and Multiverse in general as that is our sworn duty! You humans painted yourselves as the villains by spreading such lies and killing lives for said lies! 

Plus you also do other evil things like commit crimes, spread war, abuse others, manipulate others, pollute, destroy nature, and act egotistical and selfish.

Me feeling a little bit proud of who I am as a god and thee god who created the Kosmos, Universe, and Multiverse and the real true Messiah at that - is actually nothing in comparison on the levels of egotisticalness and selfishness humanity spreads all the time every day! 

I split my soul to create Kosmin, Lumuzi, and Geshtinonna to multiply.

I created the Kosmos and the Original First Universe because despite creating my siblings I wanted to be surrounded by loved ones both family and friends and not be stuck in the cold dark black Obyss which is called the black eternal ocean that surrounds every Universe currently.

I created Nibiru to make a home for my siblings and mated with Kosmin[[no we don’t have biological incest problems in my species…we’re all related anyways and mostly mate with cousins or siblings but for us that is normal but for humans that have biological incest problems you humans cannot do such relationships..]] to create more yazata thus creating a generations of deities to maintain how things work in the Universe.

I created demons to populate the planet and willed other animals to exist to populate the planet of Nibiru.

Other planets formed over time with the Kosmos remaining in the centre….Other planets with life….

But over time something sinister was created…. 

In English she the thing that is sinister is called The Great Evil Herself who attacked Nibiru…

She waged war and killed innocent mortal life..

In order to stop her I cast a spell with my siblings that caused us to shatter along with The Great Evil Herself….

Countless Universe cycles later and now the Eighth Universe we were finally put back together…

But The Great Evil Herself reincarnated as the daughter of Enkai and Ninsun… the same parents The Holy Four Kosmos Deities were reborn to….

During my rebirth I fell in love with Marduk who I only started advancing to when he was 13 which FYI 13-15 is adult age for Nibirians as it’s equivalent to 18-21 so no worries! 

The sign Marduk was meant to be my future male husband shown when he wasn’t afraid of me when I put out my nightmare aura power - something everyone is normally afraid of seeing! 

Though he saw my nightmare aura power when he was first a young child which made me watch over him not just as a big brother but also his future male wife but had to wait till he was an adult for legal reasons so before than he took my protectiveness as a big brother thing as we kept the whole prophecy that my future male husband would not fear my nightmare aura power at all….

We only told him when he became an adult and since then we loved each other…

We bred over time having triplets Adadi, Shamash, and Utu then later a single birth being Ninrae… all male…

But when Ishtayr was born a true nightmare was about to happen…

At first she tricked everyone into showing no signs of evilness but when she became an adult the nightmare happen…

Normally goddesses can’t do magic but Ishtayr could - evil magic that is….

She used it to force me to say I do and forced me to marry her by using evil magic to force me to agree in order to kidnap me without notice…..

She tortured me…. Abused me…burned me literally with her evil fire magic…. Graped me without the g as shapeshifting and same gender breeding allowed her to shapeshift out a you know what… she also hurt Marduk and our children I had with him…

And when she went off to taunt Ereshkigal about hurting me and Ereshkigal thought of a plan to rescue me…

A plan that started when Ishtayr got home and saw me next to her throne causing the wicked creature to screech and Ereshkigal opened a portal[[goddesses can do minor things like that]] and sent some demons to rescue me.

My heroic demon saviours took me to Kohora - the Underworld - a safe place…

Ereshkigal then contacted Anu, Enkai, and Ninsun warning them of Ishtayr’s evil ways….

Info was spread and Ishtayr was banned from Nibiru, the Nibirian Royal Palace on the Lunarian Sky Islands, and branded her as a traitor and a number 1 criminal…

I was made into a collector down in the Underworld/Kohora so like a Grim Reaper if you will….

I did leave the Underworld/Kohora to be made into a Super God along with the rest of The Holy Four Kosmos Deities and Marduk and our children…

It was painful procedure but it was done so I would survive the future fight with Ishtayr and not shatter this time….

Later I gave birth under the red crystal tree in the Crystal Forest in the Underworld/Kohora to twins love type deities: Qupit and Yorupit.

Later when they were five I took them somewhere I regretted…. 

That being the evil City of Hell which used to be close to Turkey but after it’s destruction by my hands for those villainous humans brutally attacking my five year old sons which I only took them there because they begged me to take them for some blood nectarines which are very tasty blood nectarines which an orchard of them surrounded the ancient city like a gate…

I snapped when those humans attacked my children so much I incinerated them with dark fire and had my nightmare aura power out and I burned down the entire city causing anyone who looked back to turn to stone from the sight of the dark flames…

The gods and goddesses were planing on destroying the city anyways as they allied themselves with Ishtayr….

Why did Qupit and Yorupit had to give me those eyes…

Enkai….father… said the twins would’ve tried to go there themselves to try to comfort me…

But they couldn’t fly anymore…. It was my fault for giving in to their adorable eyes….

I felt like I failed as a parent…

The remains of the City of Hell were transported to another dimension… who knows where they are now….

The ruins probably look worser than Pompeii with all the brutality that went on..

But nowadays I am suffering again waiting till Judgement Day to arrive to finally be reunited with my family and friends…

My family never expected me to remember who I was in the First Universe let alone remember I am the reason pretty much the reason things even exist?

But when you realise how bad and tragic my past really is… It makes me less egotistical being a god and more tragic…

I am very weak at present time….. it doesn’t help over time on Earth I have been verbally abused and bullied for being a real deity…

These days I try to smile or seem friendly but deep down I feel dead and weak inside….

I just want Judgement Day to come and go as to relieve me of my pain and suffering…

To all those in the Universe and Multiverse I am the hero they want to destroy the evil species that threatens to destroy the Kosmos and Universe and damage nearby universes as destroying the Kosmos would destroy the Universe and damage other nearby universes brutally….

Humanity would essentially be destroying and wiping themselves and all other mortal life by destroying the Kosmos…

Man made religions are too blame… especially Christianity and Islamism…

Those two spread the most evil energy….

Which infects the Kosmos…which causes the Kosmos to react and cause it to create shockwaves which damage other planets and increase “natural disasters” and have cost countless of zillions and still counting to die… including advanced species….

Humanity needs to abandon their hateful bloodthirsty lying beliefs if they want to reincarnate….

It’s not my fault humanity has been doing all this evil….

Humanity thinks they’re entitled to their hate but in reality no one is entitled to worship lies that have been telling others to kill for their beliefs, spread war, genocide, lies, kill all those not normal in their hateful eyes, worship a false Messiah…

Which all spreads evil energy and damages the Kosmos which is why such things are illegal in the Universal Council and Multiversal Council as it damages the Kosmos which if infected to much will self destruct taking out the Universe with only magical beings surviving….

Which is a pretty logical for something like that to be illegal as the Universal Council and Multiversal Council aims to maintain peace and order…

Humanity being prone to being deceitful, lying, dishonest, hateful, discriminating, and murderous caused all that to happen!

Instead of yelling at me for telling the truth you humans should be upset at yourselves for being so wicked, bloodthirsty, deceitful, power hungry, and downright evil…

You humans wanted to control and have power so you invented hateful lies to kill anyone you didn’t like and to keep those super corrupt in power! And to spread fear, war, and terror!

That’s all man made religions have truly accomplished!

Also screw your delusional lying New Testament as it’s just a censored version made to brainwash more lives and spread more hate! It’d disgusting how people cowardly use it to cover up the countless past genocides caused by Christianity and claim their lying religion is about love!

Christianity has always been about hate, bloodlust, and war not love you selfish deceitful human beings! It’s done nothing but take countless innocent lives!

Christianity has always been about manipulating others into believing lies and if they resisted they would murder them! That’s how the hate Christianity got spread throughout the world! Hate and violence are Christianity’s true disgusting colours! And that colour is dark brownish red! The colour of evil itself!

Islamism is a close second with Christianity being first due to several reasons being the inverted cross which yes means the so called inverse cross you humans claim is inverted is actually the real cross!

It’s meant to represent peaceful meditating with energy flowing upwards! Plus Christianity stole more than just that from Nibiru! The fish symbol is the Goddess Nanshe’s symbol! Plus the bible did take a lot from older Mesopotamian beliefs which said Mesopotamian beliefs had a lot wrong to begin with….

The flood myth was earliest wise surviving wise was from The Epic of Gilgamesh but even then they kinda forgot to write what the hell I was even doing during that flood!

Though Anu did order it while Enlil caused it and Enkai warned the elves…

Yes elves not humans as elves came first while the evil ones which had dark skin because they were evil which is obviously a different reason compared to why black people are dark skinned so not saying any race is specifically evil as majority of humans are evil as they follow lies and play the self entitled card….

Evil elves had dark red brown hair like evil energy while their eyes were still green like normal elves have for eye colour…

Regular elves have pale olive to light olive skin and magical shades red for hair but also native red for hair and green eyes…

Elves have Nibirian body types despite being a species of human albeit a magical species of human..

Which means big heads, pointy ears, small necks, petite torsos with them following Nibirian gender norms, noodle limbs, large eyes with slit pupils, tiny noses, small mouthes when closed and big when open, claws, sharp teeth, five fingers each hand, three toes each foot, big hands and feet, etc, and evil elves bred with other hominins so that is why red hair exist in so many different races…

Good elves left with the Nibirians and became fully magical…

But yeah now you know part of my tragic past…

My interaction with the elves in general is dark… as Yahweh Yehovah aka would be known as Yahweh Jehovah if he was still alive today but would be doing great amount of evil as he was an evil elf and the son of Earl and Aeva and he manipulated others into killing innocent elf children…

I caught him in his lie and killed him personally for what he did…. There is no justification for what he did….those were just innocent children after all…

He is where you Christians got your false evil deity’s name from!

I killed Yahweh to protect the lives of innocent children so you can’t really blame me for doing that now can you?

I stopped an innocent children from being killed as the elf who got manipulated came back hearing Yahweh scream and I explained everything to him and he came back to the side of good!

But yeah my past is pretty messed up but reality isn’t pure and innocent now is it?

Also not saying incest in humans is right…. I’m saying it’s fine in Nibirians aa they don’t have the biological problems humans and other Earth species have…

It took a long time to find true love in the form of Marduk… The Kosmos naturally regenerates every so long ass time…..

Think way longer than zillions and zillions….

It takes a long ass time to regenerate so normally if the Kosmos wasn’t infected by evil energy we would have nothing to worry about… but alas it is so you humans pretty much royally screwed yourselves big time by acting so horribly….

[jwittekchatter]

Recap of “Emergency” Patreon Live from 12/28/23:

-he was at his apartment with Kyle. Said there is no emergency. He didn’t know why Kyle labeled it like that. (I thought he was going to end Patreon tbh so I’m glad it wasn’t anything serious)

-they’re working on a year-end recap (maybe like Logan’s? Has Jeff done one before?) Kyle was editing.

-said the beef with Steven is squashed but he doesn’t know the future of him being on the pod. Doesn’t know if he’ll be back.

-opened Christmas gifts with his family on Xmas Eve. Got his dad cash and some weed (o don’t think his dad or parents smoke so ?)

-got his mom tickets to the Rolling Stone concert in May 2024 in Mew Jersey. Mike and his mom will go with them. (That’s sweet).

-said something about how Italy was last year. His memory must be coming back because at one point he said it was three years ago

-will get his New York apartment in either February or March 2024 (previously said it would be January 2024). **I still don’t know if I believe he’ll actually go through with the NY move. It would make sense for him and maybe Mike to get a place since they visit often but idk, Jeff’s so flighty and flaky. He changes his mind a lot.

-left his parents’ house the day after Xmas to work on this recap video

-said someone that’s sort of in his crew hooked up with Ryan’s ex (that we saw at Coachella). He said he wouldn’t name them but if the chat guessed he’d say. People guessed Aaron, Steven, Jeff said no. A bunch of people said Cody and then Jeff stopped responding and moved on. I wonder how Cody met her if she doesn’t live in LA? That’s weird because she’s early 20s and Cody is 36 so yikes.

-said he was leaving Friday morning

-Oscar got engaged

-has 1,500 emails about the dating show. Feels stressed and anxious about it. Said he might get someone else to sort through them. **I think he rushed into this idea because he’s desperate to have a girlfriend and now he’s freaking out about it. He shouldn’t jump head first into things without actually having some thought behind them

-one of his goals for 2024 is the cuss less on the pod

-someone asked what his team did this year that made him proud. He said Oscar losing the Bruce episode 🙄 that even though it was tough it was a reset for the team.

-Oscar now handles only the pod, Kyle handles the main channel and Patreon, Iban oversees everything

-said Jeffrey Shore was a fun series **he was attacked and disrespected the entire trip by Tana and Imari so big yikes!!!

-said Aaron helps with clips and editing. Oscar wants to create a podcast network and produce other podcasts. Jeff isn’t interested in having a network (he’s said in a live or somewhere before that he did want to have a network so see what I mean about how fast he changes his mind? He said before that they could create a network that has Tana, Mike, and maybe a show from Ryan and Steven…now he has zero interest in doing that)

-doesn’t want his content to be PG. wants to post consistently on main channel and pod channel. Said pod channel still makes a lot more money than main channel (that surprises me because they leave in a lot of inappropriate things that I would think would get him age restricted. I’m surprised sponsors have any interest in the pod with how it’s been going)

-said he was insecure about getting guests after the Bruce issue (yeah we could tell 🙄) but they’re back in a good place. They have multiple back ups so an episode shouldn’t get deleted again.

-someone asked again about Vince and the shooting at his house. Jeff said he heard about it and is glad he’s ok but he hasn’t talked to Vince in a long time and they aren’t friends anymore. didn’t want to go into it but seemed very hurt. **people need to stop asking about Vince. It’s obviously a sore subject and bothers Jeff when he’s asked about it. He lost a longtime friend to David and the VS, I understand his hurt about that.

-might have Ethan on the pod because he “owes him” for The Steamies

-talked about hanging with The Nelk Boys. Said they’re nice but likes their managers more. Needs older, positive connections in his life **he should get away from Tana and her teenage friends then

-he checked off his goals for 2023

-said pod is doing better than ever **the view counts aren’t great outside of the Trisha episode so I’m confused by this. The pod topics are so boring and repetitive so I don’t get it

-someone asked where he’s going Friday morning because he didn’t elaborate. He said Mike invited him to Cabo but has a bunch of day parties planned. Jeff had no interest in being around parties with drunk people so he said he might just stay home to work on the recap vlog.

-said he liked the lost on his Reddit saying whatever Jeff said about Matt Rife was good

-he had no idea Brooke dated him and has seen some TikToks Brooke made since.

said he couldn't date a girl with a podcast because "even though I'm not a piece of shit" he wouldn't want to be talked about. Kept saying he's not a piece of shit (meaning, with women)

-was asked if he considered not including the fight with Steven in the last pod. said he did but its what happened and was a big part of the pod. and of course said it's good for content 🙄

-said he might go to Cabo and Cody is in Bali and might join him **he didn't go to Cabo or Bali. he posted a run on Strava from LA

-wants to go to Antarctica soon ** omg 🙄

-hasn't been going to jiu jitsu for a while bit will go back

-had Italian food for dinner

-said Sicily will happen this year. they will talk about plans after the new year. said he might find his wife there

-did 23 & Me and is actually Sicilian

-apologized for slacking on Patreon

-wants to do more lives. they might edit them and post on the main channel. **or he could actually advertise his Patreon and get more viewers that way???

-the only mention of Tana was earlier when he said they have good chemistry "despite how some people feel about her"

Overall, he was in a good mood and was really wanting to get this recap vlog done. Said they had been dealing with life things so that's why they were slacking on Patreon. he also said he doesn't know how much longer he can use that excuse for.

Thank you!

[castle-dominion]

5x9 secret santa, I read a fic with an episode tag; actually I can't find it & I went through 22 of my fic history with ctrl f & a bunch of different searches to see if I could find it, but I could not & I've been searching for this for over half an hour

Ew christmas but this is actually nice, mostly bc I don't need to deal with All The Rest of the christmas BS. I like christmas when there is only a LITTLE bit

I thought that the kid would find the body Oh dang where did he come from!? Chubby little hands <3 tradition <3 No wrecking tradition? As long as you don't change it entirely

AND NOW SANTA IS DEAD!?!? Well not anymore

Holy crap ryan is soooo pretty KR: Santa, lying there dead. You gotta ask yourself, what kind of world do we live in? Oh yeah she does ride a motorcycle

Ryan looks pretty again Ah yes, family *gives the pen to esposito* *espt looks mad* Poor ryan neither of y'all visited your family during xmas? You two drink a six pack between the just two of you? & only one videogame all night?

Becks why would he be dressed as santa in an aircraft when getting shot? He here for Lanie? lmao these two LP: Javiiiiii!

HOLY CRAP SHUT THAT THING UP What would he do during the warmer months?

Airplane??

*vomits from all the xmas* But it's cute. Castle Reminds me of a friend's family, they do xmas Big. Class? Make magic ew SANT CLASS!??

Pipe? against clown rules

The what now? Oh yeah santas def have agents

Wow man looks hella different & maybe he did have some

KR: He made that much as a Santa? Maybe I should switch jobs, huh? JE: What, gain 200 pounds and have a bunch of rugrats sitting in your lap with dirty diapers?

clausible was not funny

Apart for five years but he still called you three years ago & now recently? Maybe he became a santa to escape some sort of trouble & needed to disappear

THAT'S the lawsuit he was involved in! btw I love how beckett has a specific mug she uses

*esposito walking by listening* Why did we include that clip? xmas shopping this late? Ah he was hanging around waiting to give her info

Airfield?

& also he was listening so we could have this convo JE: So. You pulled the Christmas shift. Again.

EW HOLY CRAP THAT BLOOD

So esposito has this info to give to beckett but why doesn't she have info to give to him? Her shoes can have heels, but they should NOT be that THIN. Also yay we get to see reichle's shoes! btw is this the same hangar or set as the one with montgomery & lockwood?

Math like my baby brother But the cab driver said he got Back In the cab?

Meeting the boyf's parents at xmas? Oh wait it is not on christmas for her nvm.

He brought a thingamajig! Probably a gift! Oh aww for her It really is a gift from her gates almost swearing XD tiny freakin sandwiches She LIED to him…

OK WHO IS DETECTIVE ELDIN? I NEED A FACE FOR THE NAME

Wow you figured it was monogrammed candy canes?

Ok but they all look similar

Santa had a clock in his apartment! Fillion could not get thru that line WHOSE office was it from? Robbery is already interviewing them

yeah hella expensive clock, also can u sell it? like,, are you able to find a buyer? hohohoed out of there XD RC: No, the clock was commissioned by a secret society to count down the end of days. A secret society of Santas, who are the guardians of times. Ho! Oh, that’s good.

Making nice coffee Castle COMMUNICATE with her xmas tree in the coffee! castle don't interrupt she WAS telling you what, you just interrupted her!

You should have just TOLD him! See? He understands even tho u lied to him!

pipe tobacco!!!

through the heart lmao

clipped that fight scene

Wiped it down but didn't get the blood out of the seat? that crap is worth 30 grande!?

For two grand you totally don't ask that's horrible that's sad... Also why is he in the interview room as a santa?

OOH RYAN'S OUTFIT. rly pretty, dark, ryan is usually wearing lighter stuff redemption <3

ngl we all thought those two were in a relationship he TOLD you? remember norm jessop? paper is heavy! Imagine carrying textbooks! That's why like bank robbers or whomever struggle to carry bags of cash, they are carrying what's like textbooks. Paper cash is not light!

his name is mr case?

The wife!??? I love this! Usually you move past the girlfriend after fifty pages or w/e the poker writers said, they just came BACK around to the wife

VG: Speaking of people having their homes stolen... KB: Is that your mother-in-law again, Sir? VG: Detective, if you happen to receive a report of a homicide tonight at my address, do me a favor. Ignore it. Don't make threats/jokes like that

LMAO WHO PUT MISTLETOE BY THE ELEVATOR? shake handsdfjksdjfhdfjh

NO NO NO THIS SCENE IT'S SO GOOD IT KICKS THE DICKENS OUT OF MY HEAR

KR: staring into space JE: Yo, what you still doing here? (he sits) Shouldn’t you be at home, stuffing your wife’s stocking? ((XD)) KR: KR: I don’t think I’m ready, Javi. JE: For what? Sex? KR, a smile still cracking through at that: No. For what sex leads to. We were putting up the tree the other day, and Jenny says to me, “just doesn’t feel like Christmas without kids”. She wants to try. JE: smiles/frowns in a nod KR: But I come to work. I watch the news every day. It seems like the world’s falling apart. How am I supposed to bring a kid into that? JE: The world’s always falling apart, bro. Since the beginning of time. But having kids? Making a family? That’s what keeps it together. So go home. Make a baby. You’re ready. KR: nods along. KR: Yeah. Thanks, bro. (he slaps him on the arm) Merry Christmas. JE: Yeah. Merry Christmas. He forces a smile. He’s still alone.

OK BUT WHAT IF CASTLE MADE HIS OWN PLANS AFTER THE BOTH OF YOU HAD OTHER PLANS *opens the door before she knocks* YO HEY KARPOWSKI IS STILL MENTIONED & STILL EXISTS ROMANTIC AF SDHFJKHDSFJSH

You know, I thought the first time I watched the episode that castle & esposito would end up spending xmas together so when I heard that knock I totally thought it was esposito What a nice reveal <3 Obv going to invite him in sdkfhasdjkfhjasdfhkasdjfh uwu this this this I didn't like it the first time I watched it but I enjoyed it this time around jdfsjdfhjkh

HEY I MADE THIS EPISODE IN TIME TOO!

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Sasha and Marcy are in the living room of their house. Sasha is next to a large conspiracy white board with several things written on it already.

Sasha: Thanks for coming to this emergency family meeting.

Marcy: um, what’s this all about and if it’s a family meeting then where’s Anne?

Sasha: She said she had to go to the bathroom but to start without her, what I need from you first tho’ is ideas.

Marcy: Ideas for?

Sasha: Every year Oum gets the three of us the perfect Christmas gifts and every year I try and beat her at gift giving but she keeps winning. I love Oum but I want to crush her with the perfect gift this year and so even tho’ it’s not for a few months I want to run through some ideas first. Now Whatta ya got Mar-Mar?

Marcy: Well, I know that Oum would love anything we get her but I do have a few ideas——

Anne enters the room, stopping at the doorway with an excited look on her face.

Anne: I think we already have the perfect gift.

Sasha/Marcy: ????

A few months later. The Trio are at Anne’s parent’s house for Xmas.

Oum: It’s been wonderful having you three here for the holiday but prepare to lose again against my perfect gift.

Sasha with a smug grin: Oh I think we might have something that you’ve always wanted. Anne, the gift.

Anne hands a small gift to her mom. Slowly, Oum opens it and sees a cleaned up positive pregnancy test and a doctor’s note from Anne’s doctor confirming the results. Oum is stunned.

Sasha: I think we won, wouldn’t you say— wait, where’re you going?

Oum wordlessly gets up and heads to the front yard as everyone else follows. Pulling out her phone she presses a button and suddenly a banner unfurls with “I’m a grandma now!!!” Written on it as fireworks shoot off from the roof.

Anne: I think we won but frog-damn if mom isn’t taking this too far.

Marcy: Hope Oum can afford the fines for those fireworks…

Bee: Oh, so that’s why she installed all that stuff years ago…

[coeurdastronaute]

Essays in Existentialism: Christmas Day 34

previously on Christmas

Polo Xmas prompt: Lexa gets auctioned off as a date for charity to support a good cause. Clarke gets jealous and tries to bid on her but loses. Thanks!

“You’re late!” 

“Not that late,” Clarke furrowed as she adjusted her dress slightly. 

“Fashionably late,” Lexa offered after checking her watch. “Hardly noticeable.” 

The annual Christmas Charity Gala illuminated the museum. The carpet was hidden beneath the white tents, protecting the visitors from the dazzling flurry of perfectly timed snow. Lights hung from every available eave, while brilliant Christmas trees glowed throughout the exhibits. The main hall was a sea of black ties and festive gowns, of fancy hair and cologne, of happy couples and wishes of merriment. 

Immediately set upon by Raven as they walked past the cameras and coat check, there hadn’t been even a second to really take in the winter magic that existed for the benefit Marcus began with Abby’s help. It was the social event of the season, and Lexa considered her boss to have outdone himself more so than ever before, and she’d been to quite a few Kane parties in her time with him. Tables here were going for no less than $50,000. He was ready to set records, even in philanthropy. 

As Clarke finished fidgeting, she met her friend’s eye. Lexa’s hand remained on her back and she felt the flush of the warmth of the building finally hit her cheeks. Nothing was noticeably out of place. She was reasonably put together. 

“Seriously?” Raven groaned, shaking her head at the couple. “The limo?” 

“What? No… what do you mean?” 

Stoic and unbothered, Lexa squeezed Clarke’s arm subtly, tucking her other hand into her pocket. Raven was completely right, and she was almost slightly proud of the fact that it was almost apparent on her girlfriend’s face as to why they were late. She got a smug grin and surveyed the rest of the party. 

“I’ll let Marcus know you’re here,” Raven rolled her eyes as she turned to walk away, only to pause and give them another look before departing. 

For a moment, Clarke stood there and looked over her dress before looking over her girlfriend’s completely unrumpled tux and tie and hair. 

“How did she know?” 

“You tend to have a glow about you.” 

“I do not,”Clarke disagreed. She found a reflective surface and checked her make up while Lexa found them glasses of champagne, snagged from a quickly moving waiter’s tray. “If anyone should have a glow it’s you,” she accused. “I’m damn good in a limo and you’re lucky to have me.” 

“Oh, I know, princesa.” 

“There’s no way she could know though. Not for certain.” 

“She knows.” 

“Shut up.” 

With a calming gulp, Clarke held her glass and for the first time since arriving, surveyed the party as they walked through toward the main area in hopes of finding familiar faces. 

“You weren’t saying that twenty minutes ago,” Lexa reminded her. “I believe your exact words were something about my outfit.”

There was a blush near her collar bones at the recent memory, but Clarke didn’t break this time, instead taking another sip of her drink. 

“Do you like my dress?” 

Lexa looked it over again, for well about the hundredth time and remained completely in love with how her girlfriend looked in it. She nodded as she took a drink herself. 

“You know I think you look amazing in it.” 

“Good. Then forget what just happened in the limo.” 

“I could never.” 

“It’s the smugness. It’s unattractive.” 

“Is it though?” Lexa grinned. 

They stood close as they found their table, pausing before Lexa pulled out the chair to offer to her girlfriend. She kissed Clarke’s cheek before taking her own seat as well, happy to be near her, happy to be at an even like this for the first time ever in her life. There’d been many times she’d been on the arm of someone, but never had she been so happy to have Clarke on her’s. 

“You might want to hide that smugness, there, tiger,” Clarke offered, looking over her shoulder at the familiar form approaching. 

“I don’t know if it’s possible. You do remember what I did to you in the--”

“Dad! Hey!” 

Clarke rolled her eyes to see that the smugness didn’t leave Lexa, though she did stop talking, which was important. It was the season of giving, and Clarke was proud, too proud often, and she was not great at accepting, except with it came to Lexa. With Lexa, she took everything. 

Lexa stood as quickly as she sat, careful to button her coat before grabbing Clarke’s chair for her to hug her father. She did everything in her power to stop thinking about the limo. 

“Looks like this is the family table. Your mother was kind enough to put us all together after taking my very large check. How are you, Lexa?” 

“Doing well, sir. Nice to see you.” 

Gripping his hand, Lexa met his eyes and nodded. He smiled kindly, and he had Clarke’s eyes. It was disarming in a way. 

“You look great, honey,” he kissed his daughter’s cheek. Once more, Lexa pulled out the chair. 

“You clean up alright, too. Is Mom auctioning you, too?” 

“She is, and here I thought the divorce was enough to get rid of me.” 

Despite herself, Lexa smiled into her glass as the patriarch of one of the largest companies on the planet signaled for a drink as well. Clarke sighed audibly at her father’s jab. 

“Clarke’s annoyed that I was volunteered,” Lexa offered, earning a nudge from an elbow. 

“She never did share well,” he shrugged, chuckling at his daughter’s misfortune. 

“There’s only one limo I plan on going home in tonight,” the polo player promised. 

“Maybe you both will find true love tonight as you’re sold like slabs of meat on the auction block. I don’t understand why they can’t just do a silent auction.” 

“Oh, she is a bit jealous, isn’t she?” Jake observed. 

“I was just hoping to get her to take me to lunch more.” 

“Are you going to bid on your girlfriend?” 

“No. I get her for free. I’m not going to spend your money.” 

“You can bid on your old man, if you want,” Jake explained. “I’d hate to get stuck at some lunch with some mad woman or man, plus it’d be nice to catch up.” 

“You’re really not going to bid on me?” Lexa furrowed.

“You signed up to go on a date with a stranger, and so I’m going to oblige.” 

“That’s not what I--”

“Okay, you two, let’s go,” Raven appeared, slightly out of breath. “Abby is running me ragged looking for the talent.” 

“Now you’re making me sound like a pornstar.” 

“If you go for a high enough price, who knows,” she retorted. “Come on.” 

“Good luck,” Clarke offered as Lexa leaned down for a kiss. “I hope you go for higher than my dad. That’d be embarrassing.” 

“Remember when I said you were beautiful in that dress?”

“Mhm.” 

“I love you.” 

“I know,” Clarke smiled. “I’ll see you after.” 

XXXXXXXXXXX

Left to her own devices, Clarke finally took stock of the past hour of her life and ventured a moment to think of the next one. There was something magical about Lexa showing up in the limo, dressed to the nines, her hair perfect and tamed, or at least as much as it could be. It lived forever in her mind, that image of a dashing girl, adjusting her watch at the foot of the stairs, the look she got when Clarke walked down the steps. 

She was smitten with the polo player. She was more smitten than she could ever remember being, and she didn’t want anyone else going to lunch with her girlfriend. 

Exchanging pleasantries with the rest of her table before her friend returned, Clarke did everything she could to put the events of the limo out of her mind. There was something about how sexy Lexa was, and how her hands were always everywhere, and her lips were always so warm. It was alarming to want someone so much. It was new for Clarke. 

Beneath the small tree in her apartment, there were little gifts, already wrapped and ready for Lexa. There were plans, already, for that morning. 

“There is going to be a feeding frenzy over your dad and girlfriend.” 

“How’s he doing backstage? He hates attention.” 

“I might bid on him myself, honestly.” 

“Did he say he’d bank roll you to get him out of it?” 

“Even if he did, I’d hold him to a date.”

“Ew on so many levels,” Clarke laughed. 

“Him and Lexa are actually gossiping about watches and junk. They’re kind of adorable together. You might have to bring her around more,” Raven explained as she grabbed another glass of champagne. 

“I don’t know if I’m more afraid of them getting along or not getting along.” 

XXXXXXXXXX

“Next up, we have perhaps the most eligible bachelor in all of New York City. You know him as the CEo of Griffin, and I know him as the father of my child, I give you, Jake Griffin.” 

Abby applauded as the CEO sheepishly made his way out onto the catwalk toward the stand. 

“Jake loves Italian food and Westerns. He’s run the NYC marathon five out of the last seven years and practices kickboxing with his daughter at least once a week. A proud alumni of Columbia, he’s become an affiliate professor teaching business classes part time at the community college.”

On the stage, Clarke’s father waved and put his other hand in his pocket. 

“Bidding will start at five thousand for a wonderful lunch date while you tour the city from the water on his private yacht.” 

“Five right here!” Raven yelled, lifting her paddle quickly. 

“Stop!” Clarke rolled her eyes. 

The bidding went higher and higher as Jake gave his daughter a confused glance. She just gave him a thumbs up and laughed at the entire thing. 

“Remember, ‘tis the season, everyone,” Abby added. “We have fifty-five going once, going twice, and sold!” 

Surprised as he was, Jake nodded and smiled toward the crowds. He offered a quick wave before retreating to the safety of the backstage. 

“Next up, we have someone who needs no introduction, though I am going to give her one anyway.” 

Unlike her predecessor, Lexa came out, prepared for the season, clad in a bright red Santa hat and sporting a very mischievous smile. 

“The championship polo player and current model for Patek Philippe, Calvin Kline, and Ralph Lauren is fluent in four languages and enjoys spending the day snuggled up with a good book, something she’s done a lot of with a Masters in Latin American Literature.” 

In a similar movement, Lexa waved toward the crowd and shoved a hand in her pocket, however she knew how to work a crowd and walk a runway, much to her girlfriend's faux chagrin. Lexa knew Clarke wasn’t one to get jealous, but she appreciated the display. She appreciated feeling wanted and protected, as if somehow the girl in the green and red gown would fight anyone who bid. 

“Lexa Woods is an accomplished athlete. She’s an Olympian for her native Argentina, enjoys a hearty red wine, and spending time with her ponies. We’ll start the bidding at ten thousand.” 

“Fifty thousand,” Clarke called out after a few people lifted their paddles. 

It grew a little quieter for a moment. 

“Sixty!” a voice rang out from another table, though Clarke couldn’t see where it was coming from exactly in the hubbub of the large hall. 

“Seventy,” another joined, the crowd getting into it. 

“Eighty!” Clarke interjected, earning a look from her mother. 

“Ninety.” 

“One hundred.”

Clarke lowered her paddle and rolled her eyes. 

All said and done, Lexa went for a record $183,000 and Clarke found herself somewhat proud of that number, just as Lexa looked floored by the final result before escaping backstage as well. But it was for charity, and Clarke was relieved to see that the winning bid was to an older woman. 

XXXXXXXXXX

“I’m sorry I didn’t keep bidding on you,” Clarke mumbled as she plopped down onto the bed in the hotel room. “I would have easily spent a million dollars on you.”

“That’s kind, but I’m glad you didn’t,” Lexa smiled to herself. 

Carefully, she folded her coat and laid it over the chair in the corner before she sat down and began removing her shoes. The light from the hallway streamed in, casting one long line across the livingroom and bedroom, but Clarke didn’t move at all, just spread her arms wide and stared at the ceiling, full of too much mirth and spirits. 

“Are you going to take that dress off for bed? It doesn’t look too comfortable to sleep in.” 

“Take it off for me.”

“Hopefully my lunch date will stay a little more sober than you.” 

“I doubt it. I know Mrs. Winston and she’s about as dry as a… as a wet mop.” 

Lexa shook her head and went about the task of undressing her girlfriend, grateful to have made use of their time together before the event. She knelt at the edge of the bed and began with the shoes, gingerly unstrapping them and slipping feet from them. 

“I would have bid on you more.” 

“I know. I wouldn’t have stopped if it were you.” 

“Afraid I’d run off with some hedge fund manager?” 

“Terribly afraid of that.” 

“Nah,” Clarke murmured, lulling her drunken head to the side slightly. “Not with how good you look in a tuxedo. Holy fuck.” 

“And I couldn’t care about a stupid lunch when you look like the most wonderful present waiting to be unwrapped,” Lexa promised. 

“I’m drunk but I think you should come up here and kiss me right now.” 

“Since you asked so nicely,” Leca shrugged before eagerly agreeing.

NEXT

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Unraveling Over the Holidays

Genre: Fan Fiction

Pairing: Henry Cavill/OFC

Warnings: Fluff. Implied Pandemic world we live in

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Inspired by the need to write more Henry and Nell, along with Henry’s latest IG post and here we have it. 

Henry Cavill Master List

“Almost have it, Wild Boy.” Henry announced looking into the abyss of the computer they were attempting to build.  This was their second this year, a true feat. Rarely did Henry and Ivan get the time to break down and rebuild their own systems. It was a welcome hobby, keeping them busy when there wasn't much else to do these days.

They had been working away on the project since breakfast. Frustrated mumbling and grunting seemed to be the only sounds coming from the other room. Nell listened, checking in on them from time to time, waiting for them to finish. Today was the day they were going to finally trim their Christmas tree. After days of waiting, it would finally be a sight to behold. Or as much a sight to behold as they could manage. All in all Nell felt that she decorated a pretty damn fine looking tree.

It was shortly after lunch, when Nell began to get annoyed. When she'd brought in a plate of sandwiches and asked her husband and son if they would be done soon, both had told her that they needed ten more minutes. Three hours and one boasting Instagram photo later...

“Dad, I think I have this backwards.” Ivan furrowed his brow staring at the piece that he was attempting to put in.

“Let me look.” Henry moved to take a closer inspection.

Not wanting the break anything, risking a costly repair. Ivan was learning fast and enjoyed working with his hands. More than that, he really enjoyed the uninterrupted time with his dad. “Not backwards, but the next slot over.” Instructing his son how to put the piece in properly.

Neither of them seeming to notice or care that Nell had drug out their boxes of Christmas decorations. Outside, she and Henry had strung lights in a few bushes and around their garden early in the month. Wanting to get it done in case they got an unexpected cold or worse. Inside Nell had put up her favourite battery operated candles, the old fashioned looking ones that stood in the windows. Every window in the farm house had a candle display. The kitchen had lights and a few decorations, the sitting room, the office, and even the bathrooms were ready.

All they needed was to get the tree decorated. Presents under a naked tree was plain wrong.

“Henry, Ivan.” Nell tapped her foot on the floor, her arms folded across her chest. Huffing at the two of them. She should have known better than to let them tear apart that damn computer this morning.

“I think she saw.” Ivan wasn't doing a very good job at whispering, his mother could hear him on the other side of the room. Nell rolled her eyes. Of course she had saw the photo, over 3,000 people had saw that photo and it had only taken five minutes.

“What is it, darling?” Henry leaned back in his chair, glancing over his shoulder at his wife. Smiling sweetly, his usual trick when he wanted to attempt getting out of something.

“Tree.” She gestured to the tree behind her.

“What about it? Is it too dry? Ivan, didn't I ask you to water that this morning?” Shaking his head, Henry glanced at his son.

“I did, dad.” Ivan huffed, holding the light at the perfect angle to see inside the box.

“Guys, can we please decorate this tree? It's been here since Sunday.”

“We'll get to it.”

“When? It's already Friday. Henry, we have had this in here for nearly a week. A naked, boring, lackluster tree.” Lecturing, Nell rubbed her temples, “Christmas is in a week! A week! This is the latest we have ever left the tree.”

Setting down his manual, Henry pushed his chair away from the desk, standing to observe the tree. He hadn't thought it was that big of a deal, they had gone last week and picked out the tree, Henry wasn't sure that this would be the final spot for the Christmas icon. Something Nell would assume was an excuse.

He should have taken the photo from the other side, oops. Had he not mentioned the bare tree to the world, his wife likely wouldn't have been making such a deal about it. Until now, Nell had been avoiding it as much as him and Ivan.

“Do you want to do it today?” Wrapping his arms around her waist, he kissed the back of her head. “The wild boy and I are more than happy to let you take over.”

If she wanted to decorate the tree, by herself, it would have been done hours ago.

“Nice try, but this was to be a family activity.” Nell furrowed her brow, huffing. “Why can't you stop fiddling with that damn box for twenty minutes?”

“I love you, Mrs. Cavill.” He knew exactly how to win this battle.

“Not working.”

“Worth a try,” Henry shrugged giving her a kiss on the cheek. Squeezing his arms tighter around his wife, he groaned. Caving to her whim. “I'm going to make us some cocoa, then we can get this tree decorated. Wild boy, help your mum get the decorations out, please.”

“Uh, no.” Shaking her head, Nell escaped his clutches. “I am going to make the cocoa,” gently tapping the tip of Henry's nose she grinned, “You and Ivan can untangle the lights. I have been asking you all week, get to work.”

Laying on the floor by the tree, Kal boofed and yawned. He had heard her asking multiple times over the week, but what could be do about it? Stretching, he stood cautiously to keep his wagging tail from smashing the tree. Nell really hated picking pieces of Christmas tree from his fur. Following her to the kitchen, he hurried when her steps approached the treat cupboard.

“You'd help me, wouldn't you bear?” Spotting her shadow, Nell smiled, tossing him a biscuit. “Honestly, those two are more and more difficult every year. I feel like I'm raising two children sometimes.”

Oh lovely, here she was, in the middle of the kitchen talking to the dog. Whatever, at least Kal would listen to her gripe. Pulling down a mug and two tumbler glasses, Nell set the kettle to boil and then picked up the bottle of Johnnie Walker that had appeared on the counter a few days ago. Likely a gift from someone.

One candy cane hot cocoa and two whiskey and rosemary sours, at the ready. In the other room, Nell could hear Ivan and Henry singing along to I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas. Loudly Ivan belted out the line about the hippo being a vegetarian, Henry swaying back and forth as he laughed and unraveled the lights. To Nell's credit, when she had put away their Christmas decorations the previous year, she had done a much nicer job than Henry.

“Looking good, gentlemen.” Complimenting their work, Nell smiled handing Ivan the cocoa. “Yours is on the tray,” she kissed Henry's cheek. “I decided to make use of the Johnnie Walker.” She winked.

Taking his drink, Henry smiled. “It's your bottle,”

“Mine? Did you buy it?” Nell sat on the floor beside Ivan, working at picking out more decorations.

“No, it came the other day. Some guy dropped it off, did you not read the card?” Henry laughed, joining his family on the floor. Nell shook her head. “Hold on,” He stood back up, groaning a little.

“Mum,” Ivan spoke pulling out another bundle of lights, “when the tree is done, can I watch a movie?”

“You don't want to help dad finish with the computer?” Sorting the other items in the box, Nell sat back on her heels reaching for her drink.

“I guess, but I think I'd like to watch a movie with you. If you have time.”

“For you, wild boy, I have all the time in the world.” Nell leaned over giving him a kiss on the head. Wrinkling his nose, Ivan brushed his hand over his dark curls, resetting them the way he liked them. “Which movie did you want to watch?”

“I don't know, we can find one.” Ivan worked away at the strand of lights, getting them ready to go on the tree, when Henry came back in. His mother wasn't tall enough to read the top, which meant his dad would have to start the lights.

Decorating the tree with his parents, the three of them, felt a little odd. For as long as Ivan could remember there was always a huge production to decorating their tree. This year was quiet, like most things throughout the year. They would be video calling family over Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning, instead of having them there in person. They were supposed to spend Christmas with the Stewart family this year, as sad as Ivan was to miss his trip he understood.

“Here you are,” Henry waved the small card around, crossing the floor to hand it to Nell.

One the outside was a fancy script, containing her name in gold lettering. Opening the small card, the kind one gets with a delivery of flowers, she admired the generic looking winter scene.

“To Nelly & Superman, Merry Xmas. May 2021 be better than whatever dumpster fire this is,” she read out loud, chuckling at the sentiment. “Love always, JPS. It's from Jordan.”

“How lovely, didn't he send one last year as well?”

“He did, but he sent that really nice Riesling.” Nell confirmed. Since Jordan hadn't been able to make it for the wedding, he'd sent the gift instead. “Along with the Ardbeg, for our wedding present.”

Henry nodded, he remembered drinking both vividly. Although he didn't get much of the Ardbeg, because Nell had deemed it off limits to anybody who wasn't her. Past and present gifts sorted and settled, Henry stood up with the first string of lights in hand. “I think it's time we get these on, what about you?”

“About time.” Sticking out her tongue, Nell pulled out the tinsel and a box of ornaments. “Gosh, Cavill, you have been taking forever.”

“Can't rush perfection, my darling.” Henry smirked, attaching the first string of soft white lights to the stout tree in the corner.

“Is that why we took so long?” Ivan teased helping his mother carefully lift ornaments from boxes.

“Of course.” Henry nodded, excusing his procrastination.  “You know, I do love this tree.”

“It is a lovely tree. It's the perfect size.” Nell agreed with her husband. “I'm glad that we didn't go with a monstrous tree this year.”

Henry and Ivan had a habit of going for the biggest tree in the lot. This year, Nell had put her foot down, demanding that they pick something reasonable.

“I thought you liked a big, thick one.” Snorting, Henry paused to watch Nell's reaction.

“You, stop.” She wagged her finger at him. “Wild boy, can you go over to that blue storage bin and get the crystal star, please?”

The tree topper had been a gift from Henry's parents, the first year she and Henry had “unofficially” lived together. Nell had used it every year since, upon Henry's insistence that she kept it. Their first Christmas married, last year, his mother had wanted to gift them a new one. Politely Nell had declined, saying that she loved the one they had. Although, she was more than happy to accept the matching ornament set that went with it, as a late Wedding present.

“I love this star,” Taking the carefully wrapped box from Ivan; Nell placed it safely out of the way of Kal and Cavills.

“Lights are on.” Henry happily announced, clapping his hands together. “What's next?”

“Tinsel and bows.” Ivan sprung up with a card of tinsel, waving it wildly at his father. “Can I help?”

“What if I put on the tinsel, while you tie on the bows?”

“Deal.” Ivan nodded grabbing the gold and silver bows that Nell had made. They would soon be in need of some new bows. “Mum, momma, mum.” he bounced, “Want to help?”

“Sure, you take the gold and I will take the silver?” Standing to join Ivan and Henry at the tree. Nell took the card of silver bows, carefully tying them on to the boughs of the tree.

Over the next half hour or so, their tree began to come to life. The soft colours adorning the vibrant green really stood out in the otherwise neutral room. Laughing and teasing one another, Henry grabbed Ivan around the waist, spinning him – a safe distance from the tree – while Kal danced around them barking excitedly. Nell watched them with joyful delight, after the year they had endured it was nice to see her husband and son still keeping their happiness.

[sleepysnk]

okoook so it's 4:28pm where I live rn and I drank a bunch of cooffee and i'm existing on a whole new level bc I have a paper to write but hehehew could I request a xmas drabble for hanji where they celebrate for the first time the year after all the titans were killed? thank you so much u are awesome and i hope u have a good day and i'm about to go write my massive paper!!! THANK U

AH GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR PAPER LOVE! i really liked this Christmas request lol. i made reader gender neutral! i hope you enjoy! :)

Hanji x Reader: First Christmas

Warnings: Some spoilers to the manga?

Hanji sat around her home looking at the different Christmas decorations scattered across her home. The warm fire crackled as the wood burned, creating a heat to spread across the house.

She was excited, today was Christmas Day. She hadn't really ever gotten the opportunity to celebrate Christmas back when she was a scout. Those kinds of things didn't have much importance, and it was always disappointing whenever Commander Erwin would say no to any kind of festivities.

That was months ago, it felt like the time flew by. With humanity now fully eradicated of the titans, life was more calm, and everyone was free to do what they wanted without fear of death from the monsters outside.

Hanji remembers the day like it was yesterday, announcing to the people of Paradis that the titans will no longer be a problem. She remembers the looks on everyone's faces as excitement, joy, and relief came over them. She never thought that this day would come, even after everything with Marley.

After the scouts, she finally settled down with her lovely significant other. (Y/N) had dreamed about these kinds of days with Hanji, they just never thought those days would come.

The two bought a home, and settled in. They never had to fear about going out of the walls, or worrying if one another wouldn't come back alive. Hanji sometimes misses her titan experiments though, she jokes that she would love to keep a titan as a pet. (Y/N) always thought of her as crazy for that.

The holidays approached quickly, and Christmas was something Hanji and (Y/N) wanted to celebrate for awhile. The two rushed into shops to get any kind of decoration they could, including a Christmas tree. Hanji almost broke the damn tree from putting so many ornaments on the damn thing. (Y/N) had to be the one to stop her.

"Hanji! The cookies are done!" (Y/N) called from the kitchen.

Hanji stood up excitedly to see them. "They look so good (Y/N)!" she said and smiled at the cookies.

They smiled and looked at Hanji. "Careful! They are still really hot, don't burn yourself" they said.

She nodded. "I won't! Don't worry, I'm not stupid" she replied and crossed her arms.

(Y/N) began to laugh. "You're so adorable when you do that" they said and looked at her.

Hanji looked at the cookies which were in different shapes. She was amazing at what (Y/N) could do in the kitchen, they always found a way to astonish her.

"They look great (Y/N), you really went all out" she said and smiled at her.

They chuckled. "Thank you Hanji" they replied and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"No problem babe! Are you going to come celebrate? There's some kick ass presents under the tree" Hanji said excitedly.

(Y/N) chuckled. "Of course.. I'll be there in a sec" they replied and turned back to the cookies.

Hanji went to the couch and plopped down. She had gotten (Y/N) some gifts, she was excited for her to open them. They had done the same for Hanji, (Y/N) got a few gifts to treat the woman for all her hard work.

"Here you go" (Y/N) said and brought the cookies and some milk to Hanji.

She smiled excitedly. "Ah! I love it" she said and looked at the cookies that they just frosted.

(Y/N) took a sip of the milk, they watched as Hanji munched on the cookies they made. She seemed to like them a lot.

"Do you like them?" they asked and nodded a bit.

Hanji looked up and wiped her mouth of the crumbs. "Like them? I love them! They're perfect (Y/N)" she replied and drank some of her milk.

They laughed a bit and ate a cookie of their own. "They actually didn't come out bad" (Y/N) said and placed it onto her plate.

Hanji stood up. "Do you wanna see your gifts? I want you to see so bad!" she said and jumped up and down excitedly.

Her lover chuckled and nodded. "Alright! Let me see what you got me" they said and smiled.

Hanji hurried over to the tree and grabbed a few gifts that were wrapped in lovely red wrapping paper, she spent practically hours trying to figure out how to wrap a present. It was kind of frustrating, but Hanji finally got the hang of it after asking Levi to assist her.

"I got you a few! I wasn't sure how many you wanted" she said and handed her the boxes.

(Y/N) began to peel the wrapping paper off of the box. "What even is it?" they asked and continued ripping it off.

Hanji nodded. "You'll see!" she replied and smiled at them.

They tore off the last of the wrapping paper to see a box of cute socks. There were an assortment of fluffy socks. "Aw! I love them" they said and smiled at her.

"Open another one (Y/N)!" she said and jumped around excitedly.

"You better open mine too, in the white paper. Those are yours" (Y/N) said and smiled.

Hanji looked under the tree and saw the white wrapped presents under the tree, she grabbed them and smiled excitedly at the boxes. She got on the couch, and watched as (Y/N) opened another box.

This time Hanji got (Y/N) a lovely necklace. It had their initials on it. They could tell it was pretty expensive.

"Aw! Hanji this is so pretty" they said and smiled at her.

Hanji moved her hair aside. "I have a matching one" she said and showed them her own necklace.

(Y/N) gave her a hug. "Thank you love" they said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Hanji smiled. "Of course babe!" she replied and looked at the boxes.

Hanji began to open the ones (Y/N) had gotten her, she was pretty excited to see what they got her. She always loved gifts, so she was pretty eager.

"Aw a sweater!" Hanji said and took out the sweater.

(Y/N) smiled at how excited Hanji seemed. "There's more" they replied and nodded.

She began to open the other present, she opened it and it revealed a picture of the two. It was taken just right after the titans had been defeated for good. Hanji smiled as she looked up at her lover, the moment was truly special.

"(Y/N) I love them!" Hanji said and hugged them tightly.

They smiled. "I'm glad you liked it" they said and gave her a kiss.

Hanji looked at her excitedly. "It's kind of cold (Y/N), let's get by the fire and cuddle up" she said.

(Y/N) chuckled. "Alright! Come on Hanji" they said and walked over to the fire.

Hanji and (Y/N) sat down next to each other and cuddled up by the fire. Hanji draped a blanket over the two as the snow fell outside. They spent the night cuddling and keeping each other warm.

[anomander-dragnipurake]

Gift for Bowser

“Are you sure about this?” Luigi asked with a raised eyebrow for probably the tenth time since Mario had brought the idea up.

“Of course I am,” Mario said with a casual grin as he pulled on his winter coat even though he wasn’t at all sure about this. Getting a Xmas gift for Bowser wasn’t something he’d ever done before even if he had considered it a few times, most often as a joke but this time it wasn’t. “He’s been really good lately, he deserves a reward.”

Ever since Bowser’s sole goal in kidnapping Peach was luring Mario to his castle for a rematch had been publicly outed and broadcasted everywhere, mocking him for his obsession, he’d kept low, showing no sign of himself anywhere in the Mushroom Kingdom. He hadn’t even participated in the karting Grand Prix this year which was rather unlike him. As a result of all this, it had been a while since Mario had last seen him which was nice but… weird.

“Yeah but… do you have to deliver it personally?” Luigi asked he followed Mario out to the car.

“Well it’s a bit too late to mail it.” It was Xmas Eve morning, the Lakitu mail service wasn’t running for obvious reasons.

Luigi frowned. “You bought it a week ago though. You could’ve mailed it then like I thought you were going to.”

Mario shrugged as he slid into the driver’s seat of his car. He’d waffled a lot on whether or not he’d wanted to send it even after buying it and had only decided firmly that he was going to do it last night after it was already too late to mail it. So he would drive down there, give it to Bowser, maybe exchange some words to see what was up with him, and then come back home to spend whatever was left of the day and tomorrow with friends and family.

“I’ll see you in a few hours bro, don’t worry,” he said, closing the door before Luigi could try to talk him out of it or protest any further. The annoyed look Luigi gave him as he backed out of the driveway made him feel kind of guilty but… whatever, Luigi would get over it. He was just worried and maybe had a right to be since Mario was going to see Bowser. But everything should be fine, even if things didn’t go well, Mario had never lost to Bowser before.

 -

Unsurprisingly, surrounded by lava pools and active volcanoes, Bowser’s Kingdom was warm even in the dead of winter. Mario shed his jacket well before reaching the castle itself. It was nice though; he’d always preferred being hot over cold.

Unsure of what kind of welcome he’d get, he parked outside the castle walls, angling his car so it’d be pointed away. He doubted he’d need to make a fast getaway but it was better to be safe than sorry.

By some miracle the portcullis was down, allowing him to stride right into the castle grounds, giftbox in hand. He was stopped by a trio of goomba guards.

“Halt right there,” one of them said.

“Go no further,” another added.

“Or else,” the third finished.

When Mario did as they commanded they froze, turning a bit to exchange a three-way nervous look. They clearly hadn’t expected their order to be obeyed and had no idea what to do next.

“Uh… I come in peace,” Mario said, putting on a smile. “I have a gift for Bowser.” He gestured it with it.

There was a long silence before one of them spoke again. “Uh… you wait right here, we have important matters to discuss.” With that they scampered off a short distance and huddled in to mutter amongst themselves.

Assuming the doors were unlocked, Mario could stride right in. He wouldn’t though even if dealing with all this was a pain because it might be taken as a hostile move and he didn’t want that. So he waited for several minutes while the goombas discussed things. One eventually ran off into the castle.

“We sent word to Bowser that you’re here,” “so stay right here,” the other two goombas said as they returned to glare at Mario in a poor attempt at being intimidating.

Mario sighed, resigning himself to waiting. Luckily it was only a few short minutes before the goomba guard returned, huffing and puffing from the run.

“Lord Bowser has agreed to meet you in the throne room,” they said to Mario as they stepped aside to let him enter. “Hustle, he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Inside the castle was noticeably cooler than outside, still quite warm though. The way to the throne room from the main entrance was short but surprisingly bustling with goombas, shy guys, koopatroopas, and the other kinds of minions Bowser employed. Based off their muttering and the way they were all looking at Mario, news of him being here had already spread. Not surprising; back at Peach’s castle within minutes of an interesting person’s arrival every Toad living on the grounds knew of it, why wouldn’t it be the same here? Mario acted as if he here were unconcerned as he strode past them and into the throne room.

Bowser stood in the middle of the room and glared at Mario as he came in. “Why are you here?” he asked as soon as the door was shut and before Mario could try to say anything.

“I brought you a gift,” he replied as he strode closer, hiding his nervousness behind a mask of nonchalance.

“Why?”

“Xmas is tomorrow so Merry Xmas.” He smiled as he stopped right in front of Bowser, holding the gift towards him. He’d wrapped in shiny gold paper with a fancy bow on top and a big tag that read ‘to BOWSER’ on it.

Bowser leaned forward to give a it a good look but didn’t reach for it. “What is it?”

“You’ll have to open it to find out.” Mario had thought long and hard on what to get him before settling on a statue depicting a serpent like dragon wrapped around a crumbling stone tower. He’d known Bowser long enough to know he liked decorative items, especially if they had a dangerous feel to them.

“It’s a trap, isn’t it?” Bowser said taking a step back. “It’s probably a… cloud of poison gas or something, right? You’re trying to kill me.”

Mario shook his head to hold back a chuckle because that was just ridiculous. “No, it’s a gift I think you’ll you like. Take it.” He stepped forward, pushing it towards Bowser again.

After a long pause Bowser finally reached out to take it, giving Mario a skeptical look the whole time. He held it away from himself as he gave it a small shake as if he were afraid it might explode on him. “It’s… an Xmas gift?”

“Yep so you can’t open it until tomorrow. It’s safe though I promise.”

“Why did you feel the need to deliver it by hand then?”

“I uh… waited a bit too long to do my Xmas shopping and well I didn’t think it’d arrive in time so I decided to just bring it to you instead.”

Bowser grunted as he gave the box another shake. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too violent with it, though quite sturdy Bowser could probably break it even by accident. “Why get me a gift though? It doesn’t make sense.”

“There’s nothing wrong with spreading a little Xmas cheer around. Don’t worry about getting me anything in return either, I don’t except anything.”

“Good because I didn’t get you anything nor am I going to.”

Well Mario had been hoping for a bit more friendliness but he hadn’t really expected it so this was fine. “All right. It’s been good seeing you. Merry Xmas.” He gave Bowser a smile and a thumbs up before striding back towards the door. He didn’t let himself look back, choosing to trust Bowser not to do anything nefarious. And… he didn’t, Mario made it all the way to door without even a single comment from him.

As he started to pull it open Bowser muttered something behind him that sounded an awful lot like, “Merry Xmas.” He wasn’t entirely sure though so with a grin, he turned around.

“What was that?”

Bowser groaned, glaring off to the side. “I said ‘Merry Xmas’. … And uh… thanks for the gift or whatever, I guess. Now get out of here. I’m sure we both got better places to be then hovering around here and trying to have an awkward conversation.”

He was right so… Mario gave him one smile before leaving. That had gone surprisingly well all things considered, certainly better than he’d expected even if not as good as he’d hoped. Maybe Mario would endeavor to see him again for a proper chat later, it might even be fun.

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Like Fallen Snow

ahhh im super excited because I was @empress-of-mischief secret Santa for the Powerpuff secret Santa! I hope that this fic fills you will joy my dear. I rarely write for the blues and wanted to give it my best. I hope you had a wonderful xmas too. 

Pairing: Boomubbles

Fandom: PPG

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Christmas was an exciting time of the year. Even Boomer who would rather be alone in his room blasting rock music in his headphones could be found sitting in the living room with his brothers early in the morning. It would start with them racing out of their bedrooms at an ungodly hour and putting on a pot of coffee for their monkey of a father before summoning their demon dad for gifts.

Having super villains for dads had some perks like giant lasers, rocket ships and enough weapons to destroy entire cities as if they forgot that the boys themselves were better than any military grade weapon. So when it came time to open gifts, even Boomer could give enough to smile as he unwrapped a taser gun that he automatically shot at Butch and blue fuzzy socks that matched the red and green ones.

Making sure the superpowered boys were happy on the holiday was something that Mojo and Him had decided was the best, not to keep them entertained but also to keep the running feud of who the best father was. Even though Boomer was happy to accept anything wrapped up with a bow, he had always felt something missing. He had to give Him and Mojo credit because as they got older, the gifts actually became personal.

They were now in their junior year of high school. The boys ‘bad-boy’ vibe wasn’t really cutting it with them and giant machinery wasn’t going to be the hot ticket for the year. Instead Brick ended up with a ton of books and gourment coffee, Butch calling him a big ass nerd of course, which was to prove his point that he was smarter than all of them and may or may not have been to either aggravate or impress a certain puff. For Butch his collection of vinyl recorders, skateboard parts and sport equipment was enough to keep him satisfied and have enough to spark envy with Buttercup. Boomer appreciated the brand new wall of guitars that he had been begging for, drums and a flute that he didn’t remember knowing how to play but hey, how hard could it be?

“Boomer, my dear boy, you keep looking at your phone. Is there somewhere else you’d rather be?” Him asked as he narrowed his eyes in a way that made Boomer snap his phone off.

Embarrassment crawled through him as all eyes were on him and even Mojo who was in the kitchen making pancakes but more or less listening in.

“Oh um, it was just I had a present for a couple friends and was wondering if I could give it to them before it gets dark.” Boomer responded.

“It's eight in the morning, dumbass. It's not close to being dark yet.” Butch said as he threw a football at the blondes head and let out a scream when the rubber turned to dust from the blue laser beams.

“You can say Bubbles.” Brick snorted and Boomer shot him a glare. That was a secret!

“Oh? She is quite the cutie.” Him smirked and Butch barked out a laugh as he smacked Boomers side with a wag of the eyebrows.

“Forget it, you all are weird. I’ll see you for breakfast, I’ll be quick.” Boomer huffed and went up to his room to change before flying out the window.

“Tell your little girlfriend hi for us!” He heard Butch shout and he knew damn well the whole neighbor hood could probably hear him.

“Not my girlfriend.” He mumbled to himself as he found his way to the park.

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Since the beginning of his life it had always been the ruffs vs the puffs. Destined by his fathers orders and demands, Boomer always followed in that direction no matter what. He didn’t waver from the line drawn in the sand. Even though his brothers began to tip toe around it when they got older, stupid hormones, and yet he never strayed.

He could maybe understand their reasoning. It would make sense to be drawn to the enemy in a way he rarely understood, but still his blood flowed with destruction and determination to rule the world and some girl with pigtails wasn’t going to change that. Or so he thought.

He would consider himself an introvert to his counterpart’s over the top bubbly personality, her name truly suited her. Unlike their siblings, they seemed to rival the most in the sharing of traits.

And yet they had become friends first. It was a bonding experience over milkshakes and a painstaking talk about how they don’t live up to their siblings' powers, how they felt like they were the weak ones. He thought about how Brick and Butch had more muscle power but to hear Bubbles have her own doubts made his stomach turn and for some reason, their friendship bloomed.

Boomer could say that she was his best friend. Not too many people had gained the title of being his friend compared to her, who had most of the school fawning over her charm even if she didn’t notice. But that's what he liked about her. She was like him and while he was confined to her and shared his fears, she could do the same because at the end of the day, they were counterparts. One half of the same coin that would understand the other without any words.

So maybe that's why he was extremely nervous right now. They had been besties, as she called it, for a while and even though gift giving wasn’t out of the ordinary, he wondered what it would be like to be more.

Tell your little girlfriend hi for us!

Much more.

His thoughts were interrupted when the blue puff landed at the foot of the gazebo and sat on the bench next to him.

“Hey Boomie.” She smiled brightly and at first the nickname bothered him but now it was stuck like honey. It was weird when she didn’t say it.

“Hey Bubs.” He returned the smile. “How was your morning?”

“The usual. Blossom with her books and magazines, Buttercup and her weights and well I now have a new spring wardrobe. How about you?”

“Exactly that but I got a new guitar to tune.”

“Oooo you’ll have to play for me sometime.” She gushed and he felt the heat rise to his cheeks. It was the cold's fault, not the pretty blonde, he swears! “Now it's time for the present!” She clapped and put a tin that smelled that vanilla and cinnamon on his lap.

He already knew what they were as he had been bugging her to make her signature holiday cookies for months. Worth the wait.

“So I made you all some cookies, without my sister's help of course and then this is for you.” She handed him a box. The box was black with a navy blue bow. It was so perfect that it was almost comical. Opening the box, he removed the sparkly blue tissue paper.

“Oh wow, guitar picks.” He smiled as he took one out. It was wooden and had a small B with a heart engraved on it. “It's almost like you knew.”

“I had a feeling. You had been talking non stop about wanting one and whether I’d admit it or not, Him makes sure his dear baby boy gets a good present.” She giggled as she poked his cheek.

He rubbed his thumb over it, examining it and thinking about how nice it's going to feel while strumming. “These are really nice quality.”

“I made one from each adventure we went on. That’s made from a pine tree from our first camping trip with our friends. And this one is from the beach last summer.” She held up a slightly white one and at a closer look he realized that it was probably made from sea glass.

“You made these?” He asked in disbelief. “Is this made of bamboo?” He gasped. “When we raced to China?”

“Yep! I know it’s kinda lame but those places meant a lot for us, as friends.” She stumbled over the last part.

“I don’t think it’s lame at all. Pretty cool.” And he meant it. It was probably the most thoughtful gift he had ever received because it took him back to those happy days they had spent together.

“Cooler than a rocket?” She giggled.

“Even cooler than a rocket. Thank you.” He said and fished out her present from his pocket. “Mines not homemade but, ya know.” He scratched the back of his neck and handed her the small poorly wrapped box. “Don’t even comment on the wrapping.”

She held in a laugh. “I’m not.” Liar.

Carefully she tore off the paper and opened the box. “Boomer.”

“I hope it's the right one.”

She stared at the silver chain that had a silver pendant of the moon. When they walked through the mall, it had caught her eye and she spent the next hour talking about astrology and the phases of the moon. The minute that she went into another store, he ran back to purchase it. In the middle of August mind you.

“It's beautiful.” He could hear the sincerity in her voice as she turned her back to him and he helped her with the clasp. “Thank you, I love it so much.”

They sat in a comfortable silence for a couple minutes, taking a few bites of the cookies. The peaceful morning in the park with no one around was perfect, he wasn’t a fan of crowds and maybe that's why she chose this spot because she knew they would be the only ones here.

“Oh look, it's snowing.” Bubbles gasped as she held out her hand to catch the small flakes coming in. “Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked and when he said yes, his eyes hadn’t come off of her.

She stood and walked a few feet out to twirl in the new snow and he shoved his hands in his pocket to keep them warm as he watched her with a smile. If she would have asked him to join her a couple years ago, he would have probably said no and told her to shove off, and now, he would have gone anywhere if she just asked.

Staring at her made him realize that he wanted something more with her. There had been a few occasions where the air around them shifted and for a single second, it was like she thought the same thing, but they would get interrupted and that moment would die and he would sit there and remember that he is her best friend, nothing more, nothing less. But what if he was?

He got to his fit and joined her, kicking around some snow with his shoe as his mind kept racing about every single possibility. Does he just tell her? Just ask? What if he read the signs wrong? What if he messes everything up?

“Isn’t it romantic?” His thoughts were ripped away as he turned towards her. She was looking up at the sky. “Like a Christmas movie. The first snow of the season is said to bring promise to a new love, funny huh?”

Boomers eyes widened suddenly. Was...was she wanting this to turn romantic? This entire time had he been pining from a far when she was ready to take the leap? No. they had talked about relationships before, well hers at least. She was probably just saying it because she was a hopeless romantic.

But then again, Bubbles had always been the bold type. Always telling him that she had been dropping hints for some guy and now come to think of it...had she been talking about him?

“Yeah, romantic.” He decided to finally respond.

He watched as her smile turned down slightly as she looked at him with a gaze he didn't recognize. “Well, I should probably be heading back home now.” She said somewhat sadly.

“Oh yeah, before the snow sets. Thank you by the way.” He held up the boxes and she gave him a better smile.

“Of course. And thank you for this.” She tugged on her necklace. “I’ll see you soon.” She said as she turned around and began to walk.

Something within him was yelling. An eternal battle now raging in his mind. What if he? No, he shouldn’t. But, imagine the positives.

He was hoping for a Christmas miracle.

Boomer ran up behind her, matching her speed as he grabbed her hand and turned her towards him before dropping it and rubbing his arm.

“Hey Bubbles?” Boomer asked nervously. His cheeks had decided to betray him and turn a pretty pink shade as Bubbles tilted her head.

“Yes?”

He sent his boxes down as her eyes remained on him. His hand shook nervously at his sides while her baby blue eyes looked at him. Butterflies were doing cartwheels in his stomach now but he was already here so...

“I have one last present but-” He gulped. “Y-you have to close your eyes.” He said as he took a step forward.

“Close my eyes?” She said with a small smile as he came even closer to her. His hands took hers softly as his thumb rubbed a slight circle on her hand.

“Yeah but if you don’t like it, you can return it.”

“Is that so?” She giggled as she stared into his eyes almost knowingly. “Well, I shouldn’t keep waiting then.” She said as her eyes closed and he felt like the world had disappeared around them, leaving them in the snowy park.

Boomer calmed his breathing as he stared at her. The soft pink of her cheeks from the bitter cold and how the smallest bit of snow landed on her lashes. Never before had his heart pounded as heavily as it did now as he closed the gap and kissed her with the gentleness of the first fallen snow.

He felt the sudden push against his lips. It was a beautiful sensation that he never thought would happen as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him further. It was an answer to a question he had been asking for months, hell, maybe even years. Wondering if he could step over this line in the sand and it would be okay. That their friendship, trust and loyalty wouldn’t be corrupted but instead, stronger. It was clear that the line had been stepped over, no, completely erased without a second thought.

Their lips pulled apart and he couldn’t tell if the redness up her neck was from the cold nipping at their skin or the intense blushing from what just happened. All he knew was that she was smiling at him, just like she always had before.

“Boomer?” Her voice was just loud enough for his ears.

“Yeah?” He said almost out of breath.

“I don’t need a gift receipt.”

That fluttering in his chest began again as his face broke out into the brightest smile she had ever seen.

“That's great news.” Boomer smirked as he spun her around and dipped her by the waist like he saw in all those cheesy romance movies. “Because the return date had just expired.” He said just as he kissed her again.

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His hand was warm from the take out cup of hot chocolate while his other hand was laced with hers and it felt more natural than breathing. She took her own cup to her lips, tasting the sweet chocolate as it helped to heat up the rest of her body and he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not because he was still in disbelief that he was here with her.

Bubbles caught him staring and instead of a playful scold, she inched closer to him and placed a quick peck on his cheek.

“Merry Christmas Bubbles.”

“Merry Christmas.”

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