#need him under my xmas tree

[nhlclover]

SECRET SANTA QUINN HUGHES

— event masterlist !

pairing: fem!reader x quinn hughes

summary: during a christmas party, an unexpected gift rekindles a cherished memory and leads to a heartfelt confession under the quiet glow of city lights.

warnings: brief mention of a grandparent passing, brief mention of alcohol, fluff

wc: 1.28k

notes: piece number eight of my xmas event! this is the locket i'm describing if you're curious!

Twinkling string lights draped around the room bathed the annual Christmas party in a warm, golden glow. The gentle hum of festive music blended with bursts of laughter and the cheerful clinking of glasses. Everyone had packed into Ava's cozy living room, ready for the chaotic yet heartfelt tradition of the Secret Santa gift exchange. Beneath the tree, a colorful heap of wrapped presents sat in a kaleidoscope of glossy paper and hastily taped edges, waiting to be unwrapped.

You sat cross-legged on the carpet, a glass of white wine in your hand, excitedly watching your friends open their gifts, attempting to guess who their Santa was, even though you’d all agreed it would remain a secret. Once everyone else had gone, a single gift remained under the tree — a neatly wrapped box tied with a satin ribbon, bearing your name. As Ava handed you the small box, the room quieted, the lighthearted teasing momentarily replaced by the collective curiosity of a dozen eyes on you.

“Open it!” someone urged, teasing grins spreading around the circle.

You slid your finger beneath the ribbon and peeled back the paper, revealing a velvet jewelry box. A strange mixture of hope and disbelief twisted in your chest. As you flipped it open, your breath caught.

Inside was a delicate gold locket, its surface engraved with intricate filigree, identical to the one you’d lost a few years ago. You froze, the room and its noise fading into a distant blur.

Your hand trembled as you lifted the locket, the weight of it familiar, a bittersweet rush of memories washing over you. The locket your grandmother had given you, a relic of her love and warmth, had vanished when you’d moved to Vancouver. You’d mourned its loss quietly, never expecting to see it — or anything like it — again.

For a moment, you couldn’t speak. The voices around you blurred into a hum.

“Whoa,” someone said. “That’s… way over budget.”

“Whoever got you that wins Secret Santa for life.”

“Any guesses who it was?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. Your gaze instinctively sought Quinn across the room. He sat on a footstool, hunched over with his elbows on his knees, focusing intently on his glass. His usual easy confidence was missing as he avoided your eyes.

The party swirled on, but the locket sat heavy in your palm, its presence grounding you.

Later, after the gift exchange dissolved into the comfortable chaos of card games and too-loud music, you found Quinn on the balcony. He leaned against the railing, his breath misting in the cold air, the city lights sprawling endlessly behind him.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping out and closing the door behind you.

He turned, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Hey. Escaping the madness?”

“Something like that.” You joined him, your shoulder brushing his lightly as you leaned on the railing.

The chill in the air pricked at your skin, but the warmth of the wine in your veins and the quiet tension between you and Quinn made the cold an afterthought. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the sounds of the city below blending with the muffled revelry inside.

“So,” you began, your voice breaking the silence, “You going home for the holidays?”

Quinn shook his head, keeping his gaze on the cityscape below. “Don’t have enough time this year. Petey’s invited me over for Christmas dinner though.”

“I’m sorry you can’t go home,” you said softly. “If it’s anything, I’m staying here too.”

“You want me to snag you an invite to Petey’s?” Quinn asked.

“You think you can get me into such an exclusive event?”

Quinn chuckled, his breath coming out in little clouds. “I’ll try and pull a few strings.”

A comfortable pause settled over the conversation before you shifted your weight, fiddling with the locket hanging around your neck. You’d put it on the moment you’d stepped away from the tree, unable to let it go. Its familiar weight felt like a piece of you had returned, something you hadn’t realized you missed so deeply.

“Thank you for the gift, by the way,” you said suddenly, turning to face him.

His brow furrowed. “Wasn’t me.”

“Oh, come on, Quinn.” You tilted your head, smiling as his protests faltered. “Don’t play coy. You’re the only one who’d know how much this means to me.”

He shrugged his shoulders, trying not to let on how much thought and effort he’d put into the gift. “It wasn’t a big deal,” he murmured, his ears tinged red despite his attempt to play it cool.

Your heart swelled as his modesty only confirmed what you already knew. “Not a big deal?” you echoed softly, lifting the locket between your fingers. “This is everything to me.”

Quinn's posture tensed, his fingers gripping the railing. You took a deep breath, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself. “You’re the only one who’d know about this. About what it meant when I lost it.”

Quinn’s gaze finally met yours, the vulnerability in his blue eyes mirroring the lump forming in your throat. A memory surfaced unbidden — a quiet night earlier this year, the two of you the last ones awake after a group get-together. You’d been sitting on the couch, feet tucked under you, Quinn on the floor in front of you. The conversation had turned uncharacteristically deep, buoyed by the late hour and the weight of unspoken things.

You’d confessed how your move to Vancouver hadn’t been all adventure and excitement, how you’d lost something irreplaceable in the chaos. Your grandmother’s locket, you’d told him, the one she’d clasped around your neck the summer before she passed. How losing it felt like losing her all over again. You hadn’t cried, but your voice had cracked in a way that was almost worse. Quinn had listened, his quiet presence a balm, though you’d never imagined he’d carry that moment with him.

You reached out, your hand gently resting on his bicep. “You’re the only one who cared enough to do this.”

The corner of Quinn’s mouth twitched like he was about to respond, but no words came. Instead, you leaned closer, emboldened by the weight of the moment, by the way the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you. “It was you,” you whispered, the space between you growing smaller, like gravity was pulling you together. “And it’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Quinn swallowed hard, his breath hitching as your lips hovered near his. You didn’t wait for him to close the gap — you did it yourself, pressing your mouth softly to his, the cold of the balcony disappearing in the warmth of the kiss.

He froze for a heartbeat before his hand came up, cupping your cheek, deepening the kiss just enough to make your chest ache. When you pulled back, breathless, his eyes searched yours, both of you caught in the glow of the moment. He laughed softly, shaking his head. “I guess I should’ve confessed a long time ago.”

“Confessed what?” you teased, though your heart raced, knowing exactly what he meant.

“That I like you. More than like you,” he admitted, his voice low, a vulnerability threading through his words.

Your grin widened, relief and happiness blooming in your chest. “Good,” you replied, brushing a hand against his cheek. “Because I’ve been waiting for you to say it.”

Inside, the party roared on, oblivious to the two of you standing beneath the soft glow of the balcony light. And as the city glittered below, Quinn pulled you close, his lips capturing yours again, as if to make up for every unspoken moment.

[bradleysass]

Xmas Cards - @noblehouseofgay - word count: 653 - 25 Days of Jegumas

The streets of Godric’s Hollow glistened with frost, each breath forming a soft puff of mist in the air. James Potter adjusted his scarf, glancing down at his son, who was bundled up in a red coat that made him look like a tiny Gryffindor snowman.

“Alright, Harry,” James said, crouching to meet his son’s wide-eyed gaze. “We’ve got one mission: find the perfect Christmas card for your Papa Regulus. Think you’re up to it?”

Harry nodded earnestly, his messy black hair poking out from under his knitted hat. “Yes, Daddy! Papa needs the best card ever!”

James grinned and ruffled Harry’s hair. “That’s the spirit. Let’s make it happen.”

The father-son duo entered the quaint little stationery shop on the corner of the village square. The bell above the door jingled merrily as they stepped inside. The warm air was thick with the scent of parchment and pine, and festive music played softly in the background. Shelves were lined with colorful cards, glittering ribbons, and rows of shiny ornaments.

Harry immediately darted toward a display of Christmas cards, his small hands grabbing at the nearest ones. James followed, amused as his son began sorting through them with the intensity of a Quidditch Seeker.

“This one’s nice,” James said, holding up a tasteful card adorned with a snowy scene of a stag and a doe under a crescent moon. “What do you think?”

Harry scrunched up his face. “Too boring. Papa likes fun stuff!”

James chuckled. “Fair enough. Let’s keep looking.”

After several minutes of browsing, Harry let out an excited squeal and held up a card. James turned to see what his son had found and burst into laughter. The card featured a cartoonishly grumpy owl wearing a Santa hat, with the words “HOOT HOOT HOLIDAY CHEER (OR WHATEVER)” emblazoned across the front in bold, glittery letters.

“Oh, that’s perfect,” James said, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye. “Your Papa’s going to love it.”

Harry beamed. “It’s funny! Papa likes owls.”

“He does,” James agreed, taking the card and inspecting it. “Alright, let’s grab this one. Good work, kiddo.”

At the counter, Harry insisted on handing the card to the shopkeeper himself. The elderly witch behind the counter gave Harry a warm smile as she rang up their purchase.

“Getting a card for someone special?” she asked.

Harry nodded vigorously. “For my Papa! He’s the bestest ever!”

James’ heart swelled as he watched his son’s enthusiasm. “That he is,” James said, sliding a few Sickles across the counter. “And we’re going to make sure he knows it.”

With the card safely tucked away, James and Harry made their way back home, where the Christmas tree sparkled in the window. Regulus was sitting on the couch, a steaming mug of tea in hand and a contented look on his face as he read a book.

“We’re back!” James announced, ushering Harry inside.

Regulus looked up, his grey eyes lighting up at the sight of his family. “Find anything interesting?”

Harry bounded over to him, the card clutched in his hands. “Papa, we got you something!”

Regulus set his book aside and accepted the card, his lips quirking in amusement as he took in the grumpy owl on the front. “Well, this is… charming,” he said, his tone dry but his eyes warm. “Thank you, Harry.”

Harry climbed onto the couch and hugged Regulus tightly. “You’re welcome, Papa! Do you like it?”

“I love it,” Regulus said, kissing the top of Harry’s head. He glanced over at James, who was leaning against the doorway with a smug grin. “Your sense of humor is rubbing off on him, you know.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” James replied, winking.

As the evening wore on, the card found its place on the mantel, front and center. It stood among other decorations, a silly yet heartfelt reminder of the love that filled their little family.

[perseephoneee]

decorating the tree [ficmas day 5] [jj maybank x afab!reader]

↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ ficmas 2024

author's note: college!au jj where the pogues are happy and treasure didn't ruin everything haha! i'm not crying you are.

playlist:

slide -- goo goo dolls

christmas tree farm -- taylor swift

groovy xmas -- the linda lindas

Christmas was always a bad time not having a job.

Your Mom got let go from her job the day after Halloween; corporate bureaucrats pretending it wasn't ageism and sexism fueling that decision. You remember the anger and fury at the lack of justice. You got a job the day after. It was the only way to afford tuition until your Mom got back on her feet.

Getting a job as a waitress was fortunate. What was unfortunate was that it was at the diner where JJ Maybank worked.

It's not that you didn't like JJ; he could just be an acquired taste. Also, he made your job a living Hell.

You had to wonder if anyone had tested him for ADHD when it was so obvious he had it. Sure, he was probably the best cook in the place, but he constantly tested your patience with pretty much everything known to man. Running behind on orders, changing them to taste 'better,' flirting with customers instead of working, etc. You were wondering how you hadn't stabbed him yet.

"JJ, I swear to god, if you don't give me that order—"

"Gotchu princess," JJ scurried out to the counter, sliding a steaming plate of eggs benedict across the counter. You glared at him. "What?"

"Don't call me princess," you scowled, taking the plate. He just smiled. 

"Got it, princess."

You wanted to scream as you marched away, heading to deliver your order. You apologized for the delay as you prepared yourself for more customers. You wanted to crawl under a table when you saw the rest of JJ's posse come into the place. JJ immediately ran out from the kitchen to greet them and set them up at the best booth in the house. You didn't care enough to argue. 

Ten minutes later, and probably five orders behind, he returned to his workspace. He had antlers on his head. 

"Do I want to ask?" You drawled, looking up from your notepad. 

"Kie got everyone Christmas hats. I'm a reindeer."

"Oh really? I thought you were Santa Claus," you replied, ripping the paper and slapping it on the counter. "Eggs florentine with a side of bacon for table four."

"Did I offend you or something?" JJ asked, leaning against the counter. You raised a brow. 

"You're always kinda mean."

"I don't hate you," you smiled, but you didn't think the smile reached your eyes. You walked away before he could respond. 

You finished your shift at 9pm, your muscles aching from the winter rush. You sat on the curb outside while you waited for your ride. It was cold, but you welcomed the frigid air over the stifling diner. Footsteps sounded behind you, and you turned to see JJ. He spun his keys around his fingers. 

"Wanna ride?"

You were in his car a moment later, although the car was generous. It was a giant ball of junk that happened to roll around. Your roommate was too tied up to grab you, and you really needed to get home to work on homework anyway. JJ seemed like the best option. Although, he still wore his stupid antlers.

"Did you grow up around here?" JJ asked, one hand on the wheel. You bounced your leg.

"Kinda. Two hours away," you murmured. "Did you?"

"Nah, I'm from the Outer Banks," he grinned with that toothy smile you resented loving. 

"So, why move out here?" You shifted in your seat to look at him better.

"Kie and Pope were going here, and John B and I managed to swing a scholarship," JJ said nonchalantly, even though you knew how big of a deal it could be. "Plus, I wanted to get away from my Dad."

He said the last part was more of a cough. You glanced at him, noticing the tension in his jaw. You don't say anything about it. JJ shakes it off, looking your way.

"We're having a little Christmas shindig if you want to come over. It's this Saturday."

"I don't know," you squirmed, sinking into your seat.

"C'mon, princess. It'll be fun," JJ begged, sounding like a puppy dog. Your mouth was set in a firm line. "Please?"

"I'll think about it," you replied. You wouldn't go, though. You never cared much for Christmas. Your response seemed to placate JJ, though, and it came just in time for the car to pull up to your apartment. You pushed open the passenger door, hopping out. "Thanks for the ride," you said.

“No problem, babygirl.” 

You glared at him. 

"I was trying something out."

"Just stick to my name," you sighed, but JJ still called you 'princess' when he wished you goodnight. 

The problem with JJ was he was incapable of letting things go. He spent the rest of the week harassing you about the party. You kept brushing it off, giving him 'maybes' instead of affirmatives. By Friday, you had fully intended to come up with an emergency that got you out of it. You were brainstorming excuses when his friends came in. For once, JJ was focused and busy with food preparation, so you proceeded to seat them at their usual table. 

You didn't have a problem with JJ's friends, even if they were loud and sometimes gave you a migraine. They always tipped and were polite, and that's pretty much all you can hope for as a waiter. They greeted you warmly as you returned to take their order.

Despite having eaten here many times, Pope was still deciding what he wanted to have. 

"Hey, are you coming to our Christmas kick-off?" Kiara asked, smiling at you. You blinked.

"Uh, I don't know…"

"If you're worried about it being not a big crowd, it won't be. Just us," Kiara quickly added, thinking your aversion was to large gatherings. Although you hated large gatherings, that wasn't why you were avoidant.

"I think JJ invited me to be nice, and it sounds like it's more of a…"

"We could use another Pogue, plus JJ really wants you there," Kiara smiled before glaring at Pope. "Can you hurry up and order already?"

"I'm evaluating my options," Pope mumbled. He looked up at you. "What are the specials again?"

"What they always are," Kiara groaned. She ignored him to focus on you. She also had puppy dog eyes, and you were wondering if it was a requirement of the group to be massive guilt trippers. "It'd mean a lot to him," she said softly, and you didn't have the heart to turn her down.

"I'm ready now," Pope nodded before placing an order for his usual. You left before Kiara could strangle him. 

You had to close that night, which meant cleaning up after the sign had been flipped. You didn't realize JJ had also stayed to clean the kitchen until he joined you in wiping the tables. You worked in silence. 

"My Dad left around Christmas time," you murmured, continuing to clean. "It's always kind of a bitter time of year." JJ stopped to look at you, and you thought it was the first time you'd seen him completely still. The words hung heavy in the air. 

"Christmas was one of the few days my Dad didn't hit me," JJ replied. Your breath stilled. "As a kid, it felt like a present…"

"But as an adult…" you trailed off, already guessing the answer.

"It feels like punishment."

You didn't push him for more, and he didn't force you. You both finished cleaning the space and locking the doors. You didn't push back when he offered to drive you home again. 

The drive was silent but not uncomfortable. The radio played Christmas songs, and you both watched the open roads to your apartment. You hesitated to get out immediately when you pulled up. JJ's fingers tapped on the wheel.

"We can remake Christmas at the party together…if you want," JJ breathed, uncertainty in his voice. You softened.

"Okay."

He perked up but was still somber as he drove away. You were, too, but you weren't alone in that feeling. It made it more worthwhile. You felt like you had a storm cloud constantly around you, and for the first time, someone didn't try to paint on a silver lining. They just stood with you under the rain.

You didn't know what was appropriate for a holiday party, so you settled on a lovely black dress and boots that never got to see the light of day. You also baked cookies and Snickerdoodles because they were your favorite. The boots pinched your heels when you knocked on JJ's door. John B opened it with an "I'm with stupid" holiday sweater with the arrow pointing upwards. It jingled when he moved.

"Hey! You made it. Come inside," he smiled, ushering you in. The home looked like a holiday aisle with a lot of lights strung up. There were Santa's and snowmen figurines everywhere. The surfboards that were in their rack off to the side were also covered in lights. The smell of roast chicken permeated the space, but the biggest thing was a tree barely fitting the room. You felt relief that Pope and Kiara were dressed semi-nicely as well; it was only JJ and John B wearing awful sweaters. JJ's had "meet me under the mistletoe" with the arrow pointing downwards. There were even LEDs attached.

"I brought cookies," you said sheepishly. Pope immediately took the plate out of your grasp, looking ready to eat the cookies and the plate whole. You kept your comments to yourself. JJ bounded up to you. 

"Welcome to Poguelandia! We're decorating the tree," JJ pointed at their misshapen masterpiece.

"I can see that. What's Poguelandia?" 

"We're pogues, it's an Outer Banks thing," John B shrugged. "And this is our home, so it's Poguelandia."

"Got it," you smiled, not really getting it at all. You followed JJ to the tree, sitting down on the ground next to an assortment of ornaments. Many were handmade, and some looked like actual trash. You picked up one that was just a picture of JJ bent over. "Really?" You raised a brow.

"I'm really proud of that. Actually, I'd appreciate it if you kept your harsh comments to yourself," JJ grinned, taking it from your hands and putting it on the tree.

You worked back and forth like that, you commenting on some of the ornaments and JJ explaining them perfectly rationally. You also learned more about the other Pogues. You were discussing sea turtles with Kiara when a timer went off, and JJ rushed to the kitchen for dinner. You excused yourself and followed after him.

The kitchen was just off the living room. Counter space and a pot rack were the only things that divided you from the main area. Still, it felt private. When you walked in, he was taking what looked like an amazing roast chicken out of the oven. The smell of herbs and melted butter coated the area. 

"Smells good," you commented. JJ set the chicken down, taking off his oven mitts and turning to you. You crossed your arms. "Thanks for having me."

"Thanks for coming," JJ grinned. You liked seeing him smile. He turned back to the oven to grab one of the other dishes. Apparently forgetting he had already taken off his oven mitts, he immediately winced from the heat. You rushed forward and caught the dish before it dropped, setting it on the counter. You hissed from the burns on your hands, and JJ looked at you in concern. "Shit, I'm sorry I–"

"It's fine, it's fine," you breathed, even as part of you wanted to scream from the pain. JJ went to one of the cupboards to grab a first aid kit, immediately pulling out some ointment and bandaids. You let him bandage you, feeling every callous on his hands as he stroked over your burns. "This makes up for Christmas, by the way," you murmured. 

"Yeah? Even with the burns?" JJ chuckled, taking some gauze and wrapping your hands. You noticed he seemed to do it on autopilot. 

"Even with the burns."

You could see every fleck of stardust in JJ's eyes from this proximity, every smile line and imperfection that represented him. He was still one of the prettiest things you'd ever seen. He noticed you looking, smirking as he finished your bandage. 

"All better," he whispered, picking up your hand and kissing its palm where the burns were. You sucked in a breath, eyes wide as he stepped closer to you. You could feel his breath on you, the scent of cinnamon and fresh air overflowing your senses. You saw him part his lips, and you wondered what they would feel like on yours. 

"Just kiss her already, fucking idiot," John B called out, having spied on you both. He muttered the last part. Kiara and Pope joined in with their chants, and before you could utter an excuse, JJ was pulling you in by the waist and kissing you. Your hands dropped onto his shoulders as he dipped you down. He tasted like summertime, which now might become your favorite season. You only broke apart for air and because the rest of the pogues were catcalling. 

"I knew she was one of us," Kiara said to Pope. You both ignored her, though, staring and smiling at each other. 

"Happy holidays, JJ," you murmured, brushing some of his hair away from his face. He just grinned.

"Happy holidays, princess."

[thesassypadawan]

💙💙Obi-Wan (The Negotiator)💙💙

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Debriefing *part 2* (Master Obi-Wan x PadawanFemReader) *Smut*

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Debriefing *part 3* (Knight Anakin x FemPadawanReaderx Obi-Wan) *Smut*

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[peydawgz]

Hiiii!!! Could you write about hazard and reader bein festive little guys? Iike they r decorating for christmas and stuff!! Just some nice fluff (or anything else you wanna add i dont mind) 🪲

Decorating || Hazard x Reader Headcannons (gender neutral)

I hope you enjoy!!! This was very fun to write!!

December finally approached, the winter season bringing the leaves down with it, with snow carpeting the surfaces outside. For you, this would be a comforting time period, and something to be excited about. You’d already started bringing down those old boxes of decorations, reused time and time again. You were eager to spread your holiday cheer.

For Hazard, the holidays were dark. The icy chill of snow used to feel like burning on his skin, too poor to cover up. He could admire the lights around his hometown, but ma and pop were too busy drinking and fighting to decorate themselves. He’d look through the glass panes of bakery windows, dying to get his hand on some tasty scones… a chocolate yule log… even a cookie crumb would satisfy him. He could steal those treats from the outside, but the joy could never feel genuine knowing he couldn’t have it at home. While all the other kids got to play with their new toys, he had empty bottles.

No matter how hard any of the Phreaks had tried, Hazard wouldn’t participate in any wintertime festivities. He’d just lay around and drink and brood, possibly becoming the very thing he despised. You wanted to try and create a positive experience for your first xmas as a couple, and steer him away from that tortured experience.

While everyone was out, you dragged the boxes into the lair and began setting up a tree. The ornaments were all mismatched but it was cute, and instead of a star at the top there was instead a dog plushy with a little hat. You strung up one set of lights in the main area, but left the rest of the decorations in the box to be put up later. You wanted to start off small with this new interaction.

The last thing you wanted to do was make some festive sweets. Just as you were taking out the variety of cookies to cool, you hear their vehicle pulling into the garage. The Phreaks’ all have different reactions as they enter, surprised, delighted, fearful. Hazard is astonished, like he couldn’t believe his eyes. You approach the members with your cookie tray, and the ones that are able to eat are pleased. Fin looks like he might cry as he munches on his cookie, staring at the tree.

“Why’d ya go and do tha’?” He asks you. “For you.” You respond, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “Wanna help with the rest?”

He reaches the tallest parts of the room for you, putting up more lights and garlands. Little snowmen are placed on the mantle, and everyone has their own little socks hung up. Some of the others helped, too, and put their “ornaments” on the tree. Tools, photos, bottles and other sentimental garbage were scattered on the tree now, making it one of a kind.

The whole group gets together around the television, and you cuddle up beside Hazard under a heated blankie. Susie has on a delightful sweater, Boomslang holds on to a decorative pillow, and Revel has his own little Santa hat. As you’re all distracted by the holiday movie, Hazard has come to terms with his anger towards the season. Finding himself here, with you and his found family, he feels cherished and loved. Getting to enjoy the things he never had, he was a very lucky man to be here now. He looked like he wanted to cry, again.

On xmas day, you put a gift for everyone under the tree, and you were happy to find that other members brought gifts as well. You all sit together and open presents, everyone got something they desired. “No way! Strings for my bass?” “I needed this exact tool, how did you know?” “This is my favorite snack!”

Hazard presented you with a camera, to capture all your memories together with. You took pictures of this day to remember, and maybe you’ll put them all together in a scrapbook one day.

Hazard catches you busy playing with your new gifts, and he gestures up at the ceiling. Your eyes follow his hand and you find mistletoe hanging above you. “Ya know what tha’ means.” He grins before pulling you into a sweet kiss. As he pulls away he strokes your hair.

“Ya really made this special for me… I love ya so much.”

[i-still-got-love-for-you]

Under the Mistletoe

Summary: just some fluff with Jason during Christmas!

CW: None just fluff, Christmas decorating in NOVEMBER!!!!!, literally that's it

A/N: hey yall, srry for not being active. i'm usually on tumblr when i'm depressed, so i consider this mini hiatus a good sign for my mental health. this was inspired by me decorating my xmas tree and imagining my crush, what of it? i'll do a percy or luke one if requested <3 enjoy and make sure to like and rb!

"You need some help?" Jason asked, his arm already reaching for the ornament in your hand. It was the same striking blue as his eyes. His gentle voice almost drifted into the jazz playing in the background.

"Yes, thank you so much," you sighed. You two had been decorating for two hours, losing track of time in the various boxes of Christmas decor.

One, you remember, was simply a heap of silver tinsel so tangled together you had to stop and fix. Another was full of pictures of you and your mortal parent, your age never being over seven. The most recent one you opened was full of holiday colored ornaments. Glittering red that looked like cranberries, molten gold so expertly crafted it seemed as if it was moving, green so dark and elegant you couldn't believe your eyes. And finally, an electric blue that reminded you of a certain blond.

You looked to your right, where said boy was extending his arms to put the blue ornament higher than you could reach. You could see a small slip of his stomach where his pj's rose up, but it was gone as his arms lowered. You looked back up at his disapproving face.

"Always in the gutter, love. This is Christmas, be wholesome!" he chided and tapped you on the nose . You giggled and fell into him, loosely hugging him around the waist. His arms automatically wrapped around your back and started gently swaying you two to the piano filtering through the speaker.

The swaying turned into a simple waltz, and soon you were sweeping though your shared apartment. You were laughing all the way through it, bumping into things and stepping on toes. Eventually, you stopped in a doorway, just hugging with your head to his chest.

"Looked up," he whispered into your hair. You did, and the mistletoe you found put the giddy smile back on your face.

"You know what that means..." you trailed off. You were both leaned in, eyes closed, about to touch, when-

"Hey, lovebirds! Whatcha up to?" Percy interrupted, grinning.

"How did you get keys to our apartment?" you asked, then responded to yourself, "Wait, never mind, he's Percy. Why are you in you apartment?"

"Checking that my decoration skills are being properly appreciated. And so it seems they are. Me and Annie are waiting for coffee downstairs, but I'll give you two a minute." And with that, he closed the door, locked it, and walked back to his car.

"That son of a..." Jason muttered under his breath. You grabbed his hands and pulled them to your chest.

"Hey, Percy doesn't matter right now. What matters is where we left off."

"You are absolutely right, Mrs. Grace. Where were we?" He grinned, before leaning in for a kiss.

[ominoose]

Abandoned Fic

Steven/Marc/Jake - Onlyfans Xmas Editions

I'm so sorry gang, I've tried my best at this but it aint working, so I am giving this fic up so anyone can enjoy the bare bones or someone can steal and adapt it. I apologise for my transgression of not finishing the Moon Knight Gang Bang, but it is what it is amigos.

There was a comfortable rhythm to how each man came and went from their shared flat. Jake was out most of the time, doing things even God likely didn't want to know about. Marc was out half the time, doing odd jobs, going out for a run. Steven was the homebody of the bunch, comfortably sat at home, cocooned under blankets as he leafed through yet another Egyptology book.

The one time they were guaranteed to be at home together was for a Sunday dinner. It was Stevens idea, one he stubbornly insisted on with wet puppy eyes and a trembling bottom lip. Now it was their routine, a way to catch up on each others daily goings on. What it wasn't supposed to be was the catalyst to Jake and Marc confronting Steven about his Onlyfans.

"So... Marc found this curious little video online Steven. Si, there's this guy with his dick in his hand, all sad and crying, British and what not. Looked just like you."

The matching smirk was lethal.

What followed was an awkward conversation that had the Brit mentally booking flights to Antarctica and trying to remember how Marc had gotten forged documents. Despite his absolute horror, both had been receptive, saying they appreciated the extra income. Steven even found himself rambling about how it all worked, the events, even the Halloween special (minus the homemade pumpkin pie.)

When the pair offered their help to make a Christmas special, he'd been stunned into silence. Being supportive of his more... intimate method of making rent was one thing, but helping him organise things? It should've set off big, flashing red alarms in his silly mind how much they were taking to it, but Steven was too high on having them both engage with his interest.

After all, he did end up leaving the Halloween special to the last minute and that only ended up being a success thanks to a fans odd (yet incredibly lucrative) request. Steven didn't want to leave it to chance this year, he needed something big, something inciting to compete with the market and do something worth stealing attention on Christmas eve.

The usual set was decorated to the nines, tinsel hung from the top, blow up candy canes at the back and softly blinking fairy lights framing the entire set up. Jake had been the one to help set it up, even dusting off his toolkit to put together the new camera stand Steven had bought and fell over whilst attempting to put it up. The Latino's mood was far too chirpy as he whistled atop the ladders, screwing some poles to the wall for Stevens green screen. Another sign.

Marc's idea of help had been more personal, nodding encouragement at Steven's ideas, adding in his own advice here and there.

"Why not add baubles to the tinsel? Maybe you should wear something festive? Just an idea, obviously. I don't know, you said you'd used all your... 'props' before, isn't Christmas partly about getting new things?". How did Steven not see it coming?

Despite the actual nature of the topics, the support was nice, lovely even. It felt like something had finally clicked between them all, oddly enough. Like a gap being bridged. None of the trio had felt closer in Stevens eyes, especially on nights when a pen was nestled behind curls on his ear as he furrowed over notes for future streams, bouncing ideas off the two before slowly falling asleep on a leather jacket or denim shirt.

When the night finally arrived Steven looked at the set with wide eyes, the soft fairy lights twinkling, mistletoe hung at the top of the screen and a little green tree stood merrily at the side. It was perfect.

Both Marc and Jake had agreed to leave the flat for the duration of the stream, but as Steven pulled his candy cane stockings on, the door creaked open.

"Dios mío, I knew they were gonna look good but this is something else..." The gravelly voice had Steven jerking upright, face a warm red.

"W-What are you both doin' still here?! I thought you left-"

[littledrummeraussie]

Little Xmas blurb

Ashton sneaks in a present the reader didn't know about.

Or soft Ashton hours is always fun to read

Hi my lovely! ❤️ I think I was able to do both the Christmas present one and soft Ashton thing in one, and I do hope you’ll enjoy it! ❤️

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a Christmas surprise. [an Ashton blurb]

warnings: some angsty feels and a lot of cuteness. I don’t want to say much because that would give away most of it and that would ruin the story :)

word count: 1318

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“Look, Zoe, look! Look at the teddy Ashton got you!”

The little girl in your lap giggled, tugging on the teddy bear’s ear that Ashton was holding in front of her. He looked at her with a bright smile, babbling and giggling as well, a conversation only the two of them understood. It warmed your heart, the way they’ve been loving each other from that very first moment – he made it so easy to pretend that the three of you were a happy little family.

But Zoe wasn’t Ashton’s daughter, and you were still unsure how serious your relationship was. If someone would ask you about how you ended up in this situation, your only answer would be: it’s complicated. Because how do you explain to people that after you found yourself alone and pregnant, your best guy friend let you stay with him while you were expecting your daughter, and made sure all your needs were met, turned one of his guest bedrooms into a nursery, and even took you to the hospital when you went into labour?

How do you tell people that he was the one who held you when you cried and was there to clean you up when you were sick in the morning, who sang songs to your unborn child and bought you ice cream in the middle of the night when you woke up craving it? How would they react if you told them that Ashton held your hand when Zoe was born, tears in his eyes when he first looked at the little baby bundled into her blankets? What would they say when they learned that he kissed you right then and there, mumbling how proud he was of you and how he might have fallen in love with you while you were living with him.

“Everything’s okay?” Ashton reached for your hand, lacing your fingers together, and you nodded, squeezing his hand in yours.

“Yeah,” you smiled at him, eyes moving between his face and the pile of presents under the tree. “You’re spoiling her.”

“I’m pretty sure there are some stuff for you as well,” he winked at you, tickling Zoe’s foot to make her giggle again.

You were all sitting in the living room, wearing a matching set of Christmas pyjamas, differing in colour, but all having the same pattern. It was Ashton’s idea, and you couldn’t say no to it, not when it was so cute and domestic. Sometimes you let yourself believe that this could be your life, that you and Ashton would be together for many more years.

But if you wanted to be honest with yourself, you didn’t think it was a real possibility – sure, he let you stay with him when you had almost nowhere else to go, and he somehow fell for you during those months, but was this really something that could be a long term thing? What if one day he meets someone who doesn’t have baggage like you? And certainly not a kid.

“Alright, come on, give her to me!” you didn’t realize that you were lost in thoughts again, only when Ashton reached over and took Zoe out of your lap, letting her sit in his own instead. “The thin package, that one. That’s for both of you.”

“You shouldn’t have, I told you,” you shook your head with a smile, already starting to tear the wrapping paper. “I thought we agreed on not doing presents for each other this year.”

“I’m allowed to surprise you,” he bumped his knee against yours, cradling the little girl in his arms. “It’s the boyfriend privilege.”

“Okay, let’s see what did you get us, Mr. Boyfriend,” you pulled out a manila envelope from the wrapping paper, opening it carefully. “I hope you did not buy us anything…”

Ashton only hummed in response, playing with Zoe as you started reading the document in your hands. After the first few rows your eyes went wide, slowly looking back at your boyfriend.

“Ashton… these are… are these adoption papers?”

“They are,” his voice was warm and steady, scooting next to you so your shoulders touched, hand resting on your knee. “I’ve had them for a while.”

“But…” your eyes were going back and forth between him and the papers in your hand. “You wanna adopt Zoe? Really?”

“And not just that,” he gave Zoe back to you before he reached for one of the ornaments on the Christmas tree, a beautiful red orb covered in velvet.

You didn’t have time to process what was happening, because the next thing you knew was that Ashton was sitting across from you, the red ornament popped open in his palm, holding a beautiful ring in front of you.

“Ash–”

“I know you hate clichés. God knows I’ve tried to come up with something else, but nothing seemed as honest as this one. There is a reason why Christmas is the season of love, and I want you to know that I love you, Y/N. I know that sometimes it’s hard for you to believe and accept it. That you sometimes think I only care about you and Zoe because I offered you to stay here and now I don’t have the heart to send you away.”

There was no reason to deny those words – they were things you’ve talked about before, when you confessed to Ashton that at times you did not feel good enough – neither as a mother, nor as a girlfriend. That you thought he could do better, that you did not want to burden his already busy life with a child that wasn’t his own. But Ashton always told you that his feelings were real, and he was happy the two of you were part of his life.

“I don’t want any of you to leave, not ever,” he continued, eyes boring into yours, so beautiful and honest, and you felt tears starting to gather in the corner of your eye. “I know that what we have is not your regular love story and not your traditional family. But I don’t care. I love the both of you with all my heart, and I would love to call Zoe my daughter. I want to give her everything in life, because she deserves to be loved. And you, Y/N, I have no idea what you’ve done to me, but I cannot imagine my life without you now. So I need to ask you: would you let me become Zoe’s dad, officially, and at the same time, would you accept me to be in your life from now on, and marry me?”

Zoe let out a series of giggles at Ashton’s words, and you felt your heart bursting with love, a teary chuckle escaping you as you tried to wipe away your tears. Ashton leaned closer and knocked his forehead against yours, helping you brush away the tears from under your eyes.

“I think she would love to call you Daddy,” you hiccuped a little, making Ashton smile as well as he cupped your cheek.

“And what do you say? Would you like to call me–”

“Hell no!” you scrunched up your face with a laugh, already knowing the joke he wanted to make. “But I would love to marry you, Ash, yes. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he sighed, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss, one full of love and promises. “And I love you too, little Miss Zoe.”

He bent down to kiss her cheek, and Zoe tried to imitate him more or less successfully. You knew you’ll always remember this Christmas, and not because of the ring that was now on your finger, a promise from Ashton to build a life together. It was the love he had for Zoe, and the gift of giving her a real family – blended or not: it was your own.

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@mymindwide @fuckyeah5sostakemehome @suchalonelysunflower @talkfastromance4 @ashtonsunflower @in-superbloom @wiiildflowerrr @lovelywordsblog @heyitskelseaj 

[missvelvetsstuff]

Miss Velvet

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Y/N is a disabled equestrian and therapeutic riding instructor who helps Tony Stark with his PTSD after returning from Titan. When the Avengers bring everyone back he hires her to work with Avengers and SHIELD hires her as therapist and teaching basic riding skills because you never know when a horse will be the best mode of transportation.

Bucky Barnes is a manwhore who is enjoying his freedom for the first time in decades and pays no mind to y/n when she meets the team because he learned to ride from Hydra and too is busy pursuing his next conquest.

Post Endgame but everybody survived, because I said so. And Steve helped get Sharon Carter pardoned so they are together.

Chapter 11

Notes: I'm reposting this because the link is broken on the Masterlist for this story and I couldn't find the original post.

Velvets alarm went off and she groaned but when she tried to get up something was stopping her. Waking up a bit more she realized it was a metal arm holding her down.

"Bucky, honey, I have to get up and feed. So much to do today before Tony's Xmas Eve gathering tonite."

Bucky grumbled "No, no feed, no party things, sleep" and pulled her flush against him.

Velvet grimaced "But, Baby, it's Christmas Eve. We can sleep in a few days. I have to bake cookies and make fudge. It's tradition."

"How is it tradition when this is your first Christmas with the team?" Bucky mumbled.

Velvet whined "Because, it's what I do. My mom and I always baked goodies to take to work and school. She's gone but I must bake."

"Just five more minutes, Doll" Bucky tried to negotiate.

"Lazy damn supersoldier" Velvet smacked him on his right shoulder.

"Demanding woman" Bucky grunted

"And I'm all yours" Velvet grinned. "Come on! We have to get up. Unless you want to make me do all that work by myself" she pouted

"Fine! I'm up. Come take a shower with me."

"Sergeant Barnes! We don't have time for such activities. Get up!"

Once they finally got moving they found that Bobby had already taken care of the horses so headed back to the house for breakfast. Velvet started organizing the ingredients and dishes she needed to bake after turning on holiday music.

"Velvet, Doll. It's almost time to get going. Are you almost ready?" Bucky tapped on her bedroom door.

'What do you think Sarge? Do I look acceptable?'

Velvet walked out in a purple cocktail dress with black lace overlay, her hair down in the back and make-up simple. Bucky stared with his mouth open, his black suit with a pocket square that matched the color of her dress. His brain misfiring when he tried to speak so he ended up just grunting.

Velvet laughed "I'll take that as a yes. You look pretty drool worthy yourself."

Bucky shook his head "You just keep getting prettier every time I look at you."

"Such a charmer" Velvet blushed

"Shall we go?" Bucky offered his arm "Everything is in the car"

The compound was very festive with lights, trees, tinsel and red bows & ornaments everywhere. The whole team was in the ballroom, dressed to the nines and still sober enough to seem respectable but it was early. There were tables with finger foods and treats along one wall and a 20ft tree with presents under and around it. Holiday music was playing and everyone was excited for the evening.

After dinner, everyone was a little drunk and some were dancing for a little while until most were sitting on the huge sectional that was around the tree to make the gift exchange easier.

Everyone had their gift except Velvet until Tony handed her an envelope. Her brow crinkled.

"What's this Tony? The deed to my stable?" She joked.

"Not today. This is a Christmas slash birthday gift since your day is the 26th" he grinned

Velvet rolled her eyes "Wow, didn't expect a billionaire to need to combine gifts like my friends in high school did."

Tony scoffed "Just open it and take a look."

Velvet opened the envelope and read the paper inside, her eyes growing wider as she finished. "Are you for real, Tony?"

"Of course. I mean it was your boyfriends idea but yeah. Wanna tell the rest of the class?"

Velvet looks up at everyone "According to this, after brunch tomorrow we are all headed out on a chartered 747 to Disneyland until January 3rd. Staying in the special suites in the Disneyland hotel. There's the Fantasy Suite, Mickey's Penthouse, Pirates of the Carribean, Adventureland and Big Thunder. Plus my bday dinner at The Blue Bayou restaurant in the Pirates ride."

Everyone cheers and Sam's nephews & Clints kids start screaming "Disneyland! Disneyland! Disneyland!"

Velvet can barely contain herself "It's been years since I've been but my family used to go every year. Perk of growing up in So Cal. Y'all are gonna love it."

Tony claps "Alright kids, let's get some shut eye so Santa comes for the kids and we take off after brunch so get packed."

Velvet barely sleeps that nite, Disneyland holds so many special memories with friends and family, from her childhood.

After a hectic morning and brunch everyone heads to the airport, chatting excitedly about this trip.

Velvet wakes up on her 30th bday in one of the bedrooms of Mickeys Penthouse because Bucky is singing Happy Birthday with a huge cupcake with a candle lit. Velvet blows it out and kisses Bucky long and hard.

"Do we have to be anywhere this morning?" She asks Bucky.

"Yes, you and your lady friends are going to the spa at the Grand Californian for massages and other girly stuff today. We are all meeting at the castle at 7 for a group picture before dinner."

Velvet's phone rings "Oh, excuse my public needs me" and answers to hear a very off key rendition of Happy Birthday.

"Velvet!" Nat yells "Wake up, we have pampering to do"

The girls have a blast being pampered and drinking a whole lot of mimosas. Once they are done they head back to their rooms to get ready for dinner. Velvet has an off the shoulder, purple maxi dress and low heels.

"How do I look?"

"Like dessert" Bucky growls "Here, I have your bday present" and he puts an amethyst heart necklace on her.

"Oh, Buck, it's beautiful" She sighs

"Yeah, almost as beautiful as you. Now lets get going before we're late"

They meet the team at the castle and spend 10 minutes being posed by a photographer before he gets the shot he wants. Then all the families and couples take individual shots.

The theme from Beauty and the Beast Tale as Old as Time'(Angela Lansbury NOT Celine Dion) starts coming thru speakers all over Main Street, when Velvet and Bucky are the last couple to pose and when she looks over at him, he's on one knee. She looks around and everyone is watching them.

Bucky takes her hand "I know we've only been together for 5 months but I believe that when it's right, you know. Nothing in my life has ever felt so right.

Y/N, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Holding an amethyst engagement ring he looks at her with all the love he has.

Velvet starts crying and nodding her head "Yes. YES!" Is all she can get out. Bucky slides the ring onto her finger where it fits perfectly. She hugs and kisses him, speechless and so happy.

Applause breaks out, too much to be just the team and when Velvet and Bucky look around there are hundreds of spectators clapping and whooping for the happy couple.

The group heads to New Orleans Square but passes the entrance to Blue Bayou and Velvet speaks up "Tony, we passed the restaurant" but he shakes his head.

"Another little surprise, we are dining in Club 33 this evening"

"Oh my God Tony, I don't know what to say" Velvet tears up

"When you figure it out text me" Tony quips

After a wonderful meal the group gets ready to leave and Velvet groans "Buck, honey. Imma need you to carry me back to the hotel"

Bucky smiles, "Don't worry it's not far" and leads her up a set of stairs.

"Where are we going?" She asks, looking around

"You crazy kids are sleeping in Walt's Dream Suite tonite. Try not to scare the janitorial staff." Tony answers

The team comes up for drinks on the balcony so they can all watch Fantasmic!

Looking at her ring, Velvet sighs

"I can't imagine a better day. Can we get married here? Ooh, Tony do you know Steve Perry? Maybe he could sing at the wedding."

Bucky speaks up "You hear my girl, Stark? You're paying for the wedding too, right?"

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

happy au steven mike n reader doing xmas stuff. tree decorating, cookies, etc. if it’s ok to go on from the last happy au ask, then maybe mikes egg hatched and is either lil baby charmander or is now a big strong charizard :> kinda wanted a cute lil thing with steven n reader under the mistletoe bc mike was like “LMAO this’d be funny” and hung it where he KNEW they would stand. also mini request could the reader have a shiny eevee companion? maybe as a gift from one of the boys? -galaxy(imoutofs

Aw yeah holiday sequel!

........

It was Christmas time in Kanto, and every human and Pokémon in town was making their final preparations for the holidays.

You, Steven, and Mike had just finished decorating the outside of the brothers’ home, so now there were a few more things to add inside to get you all hyped for the season.

You never thought you’d be spending Christmas with them, of all people.

But after a rather awkward meeting with Steven, that ended with Miki and your Charizard becoming lovers and having a baby Charmander (who Mike raised to become a strong and powerful Charizard like her mother), here you were years later, having grown closer than ever.

Especially Steven. 

Ever since Blue--and then Red--defeated him and became the new Kanto champion, he decided to settle for a quieter life with you, Mike, Miki, and the rest of his Pokémon team. It was much-needed “retirement” of sorts. The three of you went on vacations to other regions, the most recent being Galar, but returned home just in time for the holidays.

Of course, with both of your Charizards falling in love, it’s no surprise that you’d eventually develop your own feelings for Steven. 

But the truth was that he also had a die-hard crush on you..one that Mike knew very well.

He’s been trying to motivate his little bro for a while to make the first move--to no avail. Despite being quite charismatic with his fans, Steven faltered on genuine romantic things, even though he fell for you because you were the only one who treated him like a person instead of a celebrity. It’s you who he could envision a future with.

He simply didn’t know how to take things further from here.

However, with tonight being Christmas Eve, Mike may have just discovered the perfect plan.

While you were taking cookies out of the oven, the Charizards were playing in the snow, and Steven was adding finishing touches to the tree, the brunette had strategically placed some mistletoe above a gift his brother accidentally left on the sofa. He forgot to put it under the tree when he got side-tracked by other matters. 

‘All according to plan. This should work out just fine.��� Mike snickered, before heading into the backyard. He wanted to make an ice skating rink by using his Blastoise’s new Ice Beam attack.

Shortly after he left, Steven turned around and noticed the gift. “Crap, I forgot all about this one..”

“You forgot what?” You peeked out of the kitchen, taking off your mitts and leaving them on the counter. The cookies were cooling down now, so you decided to investigate what was going on in the living room.

He picked up the present and looked at you, standing rather awkwardly. “I was gonna put this under the tree but got caught-up in other stuff.”

“Oh! Is that for Mike or-?”

“You.”

“Awh, sweet!” Grinning, you took it from his hands, looking down at its spherical shape. “Y’know, in some traditions it’s okay to open one present on Christmas Eve.” Then you looked up at him, eyes shimmering. “Do you mind I choose this one?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Sure. Go for it.”

“Thanks!” You removed the wrapping paper, stuffing it into your pocket so you didn’t make a mess on the floor. And it was revealed to be a...

Pokeball?

“Huh..nice. Just what I always wanted.” You snickered sarcastically. “My very own standard pokeball.”

Steven was flustered, but before he could say anything, the device opened up by itself to reveal-

“...oh my gosh, is that a Shiny Eevee?!!!” Your eyes widened in shock for a few moments, before you hopped up and down in happiness, scooping the silver-furred Pokémon into your arms. “I love it!!”

It seemed just as happy to be your companion as it uttered a joyful “vee”, before wriggling out of your arms to curl around your shoulders instead. There, it nuzzled its nose against your cheek. You grinned and rubbed its ears. “It’s so cute. Thank you, Steven!”

You hugged him tightly, feeling him tense up for a moment before he returned the hug, smiling lightly. His heart was hammering in his chest at the closeness.

‘We fit perfectly in each other’s arms..’ His smile grew softer, wondering if this was now the right time..

But his eyes wandered up to the ceiling, and that’s when he realized...

There was mistletoe directly above you both.

“Huh, that’s funny.”

His face exploded into a blush as he looked back at you, seeing that you noticed it as well. And you just had a staring contest for what seemed like an eternity.

“Well..you know what they say about traditions.” You winked.

“I-”

But Steven was barely able to get a single word out, as you quickly pecked him on the lips. Only for a second, though this was a moment he’ll never get out of his head.

You were actually kissing him.

When you pulled away, you chuckled. “Awh, your face is as red as a Shiny Gyarados.” You teased softly. “Too bad you can’t hide it behind all your hair.”

Your Shiny Eevee seemed to agree, as it giggled at his flabbergasted expression.

“Now, what were you trying to say before?”

“...[y/n]..I-I...um...” Steven was completely tongue-tied right now. 

There was a lot he wanted to say in this moment.

So much that he wanted to tell you-

-click-

Startled, you jumped out of each other’s arms and saw Mike standing there with his Rotom Phone, a grin spreading from ear-to-ear. “Oh that’s cute. I’m totally posting this on my Pokégram!” He laughed, though he tensed when Steven began fuming. “Now, now bro..what do we say?”

“Mike...”

“..uhhh...hey I-I think Blastoise is calling me!! H-He learned how to use telepathy now so bye!!”

“YOU GET BACK HERE!!”

Mike sprinted away laughing, while Steven chased him outside, hellbent on ensuring he didn’t post that image of you two.

All the while, you stood there with the Shiny Eevee still on your shoulder, petting its fur. “Heh, brothers..am I right?” You sighed, shaking your head in amusement.

“Vee, vee.” It nodded.

“...I hope he likes the Shiny Applin I found in Galar. Do you think he’ll like it?”

“Hmm...Eevee!”

[goddessofroyalty]

I’m pretty sure this is so late it’s not even Xmas day for anyone on the planet. But it’s still the festive season and this fic is more going for that vibe than specifically Xmas.

Zaun Family holiday fic (but the more general Zaun Family verse not the specific one). Hope you all have a wonderful end of year however you personally celebrate that.

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“So when are we putting the tree up?” Mylo asks sitting on the foot of the bed that Silco is recovering in. The kids all needing the time with Silco to reassure them that they aren’t going to lose him.

If Vander’s being honest he and Silco need it too. Spending time as a family again even if Silco is on bedrest, half his face covered in bandages laced in the doctor’s glowing ‘medicine’ to try and fight off the encroaching infection thanks to the waters of the Pilt getting into Silco’s blood and split eye.

“I already told you, we won’t be putting the tree up this year.” What with Silco still recovering and everything else they needed to organise for him to take his new role as representing Zaun in Piltover. Setting up a tree in the Last Drop just didn’t feel worth the effort. The patrons would understand and if they didn’t Vander couldn’t give a shit about their opinions. All things he had explained to the kids the other five times they had asked.

And yet, like those five other times he is met with a chorus of protests.

“We can’t not have a tree up. Where will our presents be!?” Powder says, sitting up suddenly from where she had immediately cuddled into Silco’s side as soon as she was allowed in the room.

“Powder careful,” Vander says because, as much as Silco tried to hide it, Vander caught the pained gasp his husband had made.

“I’m alright,” Silco assures when Powder immediately turns around to check on him. “And of course we will have a tree for your presents to be under.”

“Sil-“ The kids can go one year without it. They’ll still get their presents – more than a lot of kids in Zaun will be getting.

“Vander will go get one and you can all decorate it,” Silco continues, ignoring Vander’s attempted interruption.

“You’ll help right?” Claggor asks.

“That is probably above my current capabilities, but I can come up while you do it.”

“You’re supposed to be staying in bed.” The man who had saved Silco’s life had been very clear that if Silco didn’t rest his condition would deteriorate again. Vander can’t almost lose his husband again.

“It’s just upstairs. A booth isn’t that different to a bed,” Silco says, running a hand through Powder’s hair, watching Vander closely with his uncovered eye. “Go get a tree Vander.”

“Oh! Can Ekko join?” Powder asks before Vander has a chance to argue against the idea and how it isn’t worth risking Silco’s health for.

“Of course. Vander will go get Benzo to help get the tree and Ekko can come join,” Silco says, looking down at their youngest before meeting Vander’s eyes. “It has been a stressful year for us all. We should celebrate that we made it through.”

“Vander, go get a tree,” Silco repeats when Vander doesn’t move fast enough for his liking.

Vander knows there isn’t any convincing his husband off this plan. Once Silco’s made up his mind about something like he has there is no budging him no matter how Vander tries. His only option to try and mitigate what he can.

“How about I carry you up before I go?” Better that than Silco overstrain himself or trip as a result of his changed eyesight.

Silco stares at him defiantly but Vander just meets his gaze. If Silco wants this so bad he can accept the compromise.

“Any excuse to have me in your arms,” Silco says finally, breaking his gaze from Vander, as close of a surrender he will give.

The kids give a mixture of laughter and dramatic gags at it.

“Of course,” Vander says, coming over to the bed. Powder scrambling out of his way. “You know I want to hold you.”

Silco snorts at it but reaches up to wrap his arms around Vander’s neck as Vander reaches down to pick him up. Trying to be gentle as he settles his husband in his arms. Trying not to think about how Silco feels thinner than he normally does. Tucking his head into Vander’s neck, the fabric of his bandages rubbing against Vander’s skin as he does.

Vander nearly lost him and he wants to take a moment to remind himself that his husband is still here. Silco safe in his arms where he can protect him from those who hate the new deal with Piltover and want them dead for their part in it.

The kids have already racing up the stairs. Vander doesn’t give it long before they impatiently come and demand he hurry up – wanting the tree Silco promised them.

He’s mindful of Silco in his arms – climbing the stairs carefully and making sure he doesn’t bump his husband into anything on the way to the booth. Letting Silco brace himself on the backrest and table before putting him down.

Even with his care Silco gives a hiss as he settles into the booth. Adjusting the pillows the kids offer to him to prop himself up.

“Go get the tree now,” Mylo demands as soon as Silco’s sitting.

“Do you need anything else before I go love?” Vander asks Silco because he needs to know he’s okay before he’s going to leave.

“Nothing the kids can’t get for me.”

“We’ll take good care of him,” Vi promises, with the other three nodding around her.

There’s no point stalling any longer, he’ll only be met with frustration from them all. Vander still gives Silco a kiss before he leaves, gently cupping his husband’s face, his husband’s unbandaged half softening at it.

Benzo doesn’t look surprised at Vander arriving at his shop. His expressions shifts to it when Vander tells him why.

“Thought you weren’t doing that this year?”

“I got outvoted.”

“More like put in your place,” Benzo says as he starts shutting up the shop. “Can Ekko join too?”

“’course. Powder’d probably be disappointed if you showed up without him.” She’s always preferred hanging out with Ekko more than her siblings and doesn’t even try and hide that fact.

The boy in question scurries down from somewhere in the shelves at it. Clearly having been listening in.

“Go ahead while we get the tree,” Benzo says. It’s not that Ekko wouldn’t try and help them but it’s the kind of job that’s easier done without a kid underfoot. “But remember Silco’s still recovering. No getting into trouble with the others while you wait.”

“We won’t,” Ekko promises before hurrying off to the Drop.

“Always listening that one,” Benzo says once the boy should be out of earshot. “Gotta’ watch what I say sometimes. How is Silco?”

“Recovering.” Thankfully.

“You shouldn’t be surprised. He’s too stubborn to die, especially now he’s got a new group of people to go be a pain in the ass of,” Benzo says as they start heading towards the docks. “Is he joining us or is he still stuck in bed?”

“He’ll be supervising from one of the booths.”

“I’m sure. Right where he’s able to tell us how we’re doing it wrong then.”

“He just wants to feel like he’s in control of something.” The year had been a tough one for them all. Even Piltover’s olive branch didn’t feel like the win it actually was, just more work for them to find the time for. And it definitively wasn’t close to what Silco actually wanted from the Topsiders.

“Good to know even a near death experience can’t change him,” Benzo jokes because Silco had always liked knowing how all the things they were involved in were going. If Vander had to guess his husband probably knows Benzo’s shop’s books better than Benzo himself did.

They mostly talk about business for the rest of the trip to buy one of the trees the ships bring in this time of year. Most are destined for Piltover but Zaun money is just as good to the sailors, especially when it comes from the owner of the bar they frequent while in port. Dragging it back to the Last Drop was a pain but at least most got out of their way as they passed.

The kids had clearly worked themselves up in their excitement. All five of them impatient at the door as Vander and Benzo drag the tree in. Practically dragging them over to the spot it usually goes – tables hastily shoved out of the way to ensure there is enough room.

Vander looks over to the booth he had settled Silco into. Making sure his husband is still there and unharmed.

Silco meets his gaze for a moment. No extra pain in his eye from what had been his current state since he returned him.

“Remember to secure it down properly,” Silco says, breaking Vander’s gaze to survey the situation. “I don’t want to pay for anything it breaks if it falls down.”

“We’ll do it the same way we have every other year,” Benzo says because it has never fallen over in the past.

Silco makes an unhappy sound at it but thankfully drops it. Letting them get the tree up and secure before being shooed away by the excited kids so they can decorate it with anything shiny they could get their hands on.

“How you feeling?” Vander asks Silco, coming to his husband’s side to check on him.

“Same as I would if I was still lying in bed,” Silco says, watching as the kids all flock around the tree to decorate it. Hard to tell if they are working together or in competition as they shove and help each other.

“Do you need me to get you anything?”

“I’m fine Vander,” Silco says, his glare still harsh even with only one eye.

“You look better than I thought you would,” Benzo says, wondering over to join them. “Vander made it sound like you nearly died.”

“I did. And it will still more than likely take me eventually,” Silco says with a gesture to the bandages covering the damaged infected skin the Pilt-water left him with. “This is just to get me as much time as possible.”

“Right,” Benzo says, clearly uncomfortable with the idea that Silco now has a time bomb in his head. “At least it hasn’t taken you yet. Vander’d be lost without you bossing him around.

Silco gives a small laugh at it, watching the kids as Powder sits on her sister’s shoulders to reach the top part of the tree.

“He’s not the only one who needs me alive for a while yet.”

[golden-bubblebee]

Bubbles watches SPN pt 6

Season 3 babey

Annotations, commentary and thoughts under the cut

NOT IN FRONT OF THE WINDOW IN FRONT OF HIM???? (Dean having sex in front of the window where sam is sitting in the car, basically watching him)

Sam, park the car somewhere elseee

Noo dean is actually sad that Ben isnt his

Why is Gordon such a little bitch spreading misinformation

Nah, they can't just do this over a police phone 'sam winchester must die' you guys know they listen in to these conversations right???

Dean: we have a magical rabbit food that brings actual luck

Also Dean: sam before we figure out how to put it back in the box, you gotta win the lotto a couple times

Oh my god I fucking love her (Bela)

FYI WINCHESTER, WORDS HURT HAHAHA

Oh my god dean you do like, an exorcism weekly

How have you not memorised it by now

Has no one told this boy how to hold a pen

OMFG HAHAHAH I THOUGHT HE WAS NOTING DOWN BULLET POINTS

Nah Nah

You are NOT telling me that this is an hansel und gretel episode

It fucking is isnt it

Shes feeding em

I really don't like Dean's suicidal attitude

Get that boy some antidepressiva

Dean youre not fucking 'going away' you will be dead, send to hell, and suffer fot all eternity

Why do I feel like Bela had an abortion

Nah what kinda notebook is that that it can be sopping wet and they can still read from it

DEAN YOU MASSIVE ASSHOLE

DEAN BEING SUCH A DAD TEACHING SAM HOW TO FIX THE CAR

Also very heartbreaking cuz its him saying goodbye

OH MY GOD ITS MY FIRST SUPERNAT SPECIAL

Omg teenage dean is so very much Dean

'Who do we move around so much'

*uses the same childhood home set as last time*

Oh dean my sweet deeply traumatised boy

I appreciate that the anti santa doesnt eat kids

Just leaves em traumatised for the rest of their life

AMEN TO SAM TEACHING THE FOLKS THE TRUTH ABT SANTA

Oh my god obsessed with the pagan gods

Dean is being killed and goes 'you want me to say fudge instead of fuck? Fine!"

Obsessed with them

Also, how have I only now noticed the very comical sound of 'hitting someone' they use

Nooo not little baby dean lying about their father for christmas

100% john did not show up

Where did baby dean get the money

Welp nvm, some kids round the block having a real sad xmas

Now my bad memory wants to know if hes really been wearing that necklace the whole show, or just now. Also couldn't see what it was

Bc to me it looked like a rotissery chicken, but Im taking a wild guess That that's wrong

NOT SAM PUTTING A FRIGGING ARBRE MAGIQUE IN THE XMAS TREE

THREE OF THEM OMFG THAT MUST SMELL HORRID HAHAHHAA

Nah getting your brother porn mags as a christmas gift is another example of unhealthy boundaries

That reaction (to getting the mags) is so un-sam like it's upsetting and funny at once

IM NOT CRYING UR CRYING

I really need Dean and Ruby to have some real good hate sex

Bela really said 'you called, sam?'

This will be too funny if dean is round the corner and walks in now

Nah my guy is either dreaming or on the dream root

NOOO

Having dean yell 'sam wake up' translate in the dream to Bela moaning 'oh sam' is actually so rat of the producers

DEAN YOU DONT INQUIRE AFTER YOUR BROTHERS WET DREAM

Not Sam needing to check his boner status first💀

Sam is killing me

Dean literally dreaming of a normal life breaks my heaaartyy

Why did seeing Dean like this genuinly make me happy

Crying at these sandwich prices

WHAT THE FUCK

Dean Death count: 6

OH MY GOD ITS A TIMELOOP EPISOOOODEEEEEEEE

I eat that shit uppp

DEAN DEATH COUNT: 7

WHAT TVE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

Did not see that coming

They really yeeted that boi

Dean death count: 8

I fucking knew he was gonna choke on that sausage

Dean death count:9

HAHAHAH THE SCREAM FROM THE SHOWER

Dean death count: 10

He gets poisoneeed

Dean death count:11

IM DYING THE AXE SCENEEE

12

Dean death count: 105 (as told by sam)

106

The music played but dean didnt die??? I feel like a confused pavlovs dog not getting a treat

107

WHAY DO YOU MEAN SIX MONTHS LATER

Omg the trunk got ✨fancy✨

I dont like sam turning into John dickchester

It makes my heart go auch

Wait??? Did he just release sam??? No no I need to see them kill the trickster pr I wont trust anyhting anymore every

I'll be watching the next episode waiting for the trick

Surely sam has some absolute paranoia now

Ellaaaa! (From Lucifer. In spn known as Nancy)

I will not lie, the fbi guy? Love him. I need a spinoff of him going insane tryna catch our boys

Shoutout to Sam for knowing the ex-demon (what do you call it?? Extorsion?? Extrusions? Excursion???) Out of his head

'Alright don't be such a wuss' MA'AM YOUR BROTHER JUST GOT -SHOT-

Like i know we saw him tying up his own bullet wounds in the trickster world, but Sam be so fr rn

Nooo I liked fbi guy

FBI GUY!!!! WAGGING MY TAIL LIKE A PUPPYYY'

I uh. I shot the sherrif'

'But you didn't shoot the deputy' HAHAHAHAHHA DEAAAAN LEARN HOW TO READ THE ROOM JAHAH

I have strong suspiciouns of our Dear Nancy ella being possesed

Ruby is absolutely growing on me omfg i love her

The fact that none of the demons killed ruby for helping them makes me think shes insanely powerful

'When this is over, I'm gonna have so much sex. ... But not with you' HAHAHHAHAHAHAH NANCY I LOVE YOU

LITLITH NO IM ENMOTIONALLY ATTACHED NOW

WHY AM I CRYING OVER NANCY I BARELY KNEW HER

Not the crappy gostbusters song HAHAH

'Gostfacers, we face de ghosts when you do not!'

THE FAKE SLOWMO WALK

Please tell me people ship these two

The fact that they had to specify they could have sex with girls makes them very shippable

I love her

So many great female characters why can none of them stick

Omg I would so watch 'the ghostfacers'

Love how theyre all like 'shh be quiet' and winchesters pull up music blaring

He's so real for this

Dean death count: 108

[j4m3s-b4k3r]

Sweaty Santas

There’s nothing so pathetic as the sight of a traditional Santa Claus, in his red fleecy robe, hat & fake beard, bell-ringing in Australia at Christmas. Sun & sidewalks radiate blazing summer heat, as Trad-Santa’s nylon beard & red velour hat stick to his sweat-soaked forehead. His face is red as he feebly swings his bell, but it’s not the rosy red glow of Northern Santa, but sunburn & imminent heat stroke. Trad-Santa looks so uncomfortable, with that skunk stripe of sweat soaked through the back of his plush red suit, that I throw money into his charity-bucket out of sympathy for him, rather than the orphans. 

Growing up in Australia, Christmas seemed weird to me, even as a child. The seasonal trimmings of the holiday don’t match our environment. In the southern summer, Christmas displays show northern hemisphere winter trappings of reindeer & snow, as Australians have backyard BBQs while serenaded by cicadas. Seasonal tunes sing of sleigh bells, & chestnuts roasting on open fires, as we roast in blazing summer sun.

Jolly Christmas traditions were no doubt therapeutic where they began, in the dour depths of a North European winter. However, Christmas at the bottom of the world is celebrated in the middle of summer vacation. We're already having fun, and there's no need for seasonal cheer. Hence northern Christmas traditions are sometimes tweaked in Australia. Some prefer to celebrate Christmas in July, and pragmatic summer Santas wear flip-flops and boardshorts rather than the sweaty red rig.

A Christmas tradition in my family was Dad grumbling about Christmas itself, in tirades against crass merchandising. For several years, I helped Dad procure & decorate splendid eucalypts as Baker Family Christmas trees, instead of the standard pine model. Dad definitely liked the Australian native tree slant on a northern tradition. Plus, driving out into the bush around town to nick a gum tree didn’t cost him any money (take that, Xmas Merchandising Machine™.) After the morning kerfuffle of opening prezzies, we often had Christmas lunch outside, at a table under the crab apple tree in our backyard. Most Christmases, my family would then visit Grandma & Pop in Dad’s childhood home, where gifts were exchanged with grandparents, cousins, aunts & uncles. 

One year though, we played host to members of the broader clan in the ‘good room’ - the poshest part of our house. This required two tables, one for adults and another for children, where sulky 'tween me was relegated. I escaped the kiddie table however, when Pop decided to hang with us kids after lunch, and I seized the chance to sit in his seat instead. I’d finally gotten into an exclusive club - THE GROWNUP TABLE. Only marred by those noisy children, trolling for After Dinner Mints when the meal was over.. I haughtily turned my attention to the adults, and tried to follow their conversation..

But the grownup chitchat wasn't as scintillating as I'd expected.. Plus, it was suddenly strangely peaceful.. 'Where are the kids? Hmmm..' I found them in their bedroom, utterly silent, apart from occasional moaning. When I asked what was up, Rob feebly said “The back of my eyeballs hurt.” Mystified, I went back to the good room, where adults relaxed with their cigarettes, beer & port, and reported that the kids had the flu. “Ah yes, The Irish flu..” said Uncle Mike, to chuckles from Pop, who admitted he might have shown them how to make a “shandy or two”.

The little hands that had combed through post-lunch dining table remains weren't only looking for lollies and Christmas chocolates, but dregs of beer, sherry & port too. Applying new found knowledge in making moonshine.. The adults enjoyed the rare joys of a quiet Christmas Day. While I was left with the sneaking impression that the kiddie table might have been the fun place to be that year.

Years later, in response to Dad's annual harangues about the oppression of programmed generosity & his obligation to buy stuff, there was a Baker family Christmas where everyone made presents for each other instead. It's legendary amongst my siblings, but I was overseas by that point, and missed it. Apparently Dad applied himself with gusto, making some truly creative gifts (a mouse made from half a coconut shell was a highlight). This didn’t become a family tradition, sadly. Making gifts by hand requires time, and as our clan grew bigger, gift-making would've been a year-around event (Lord knows how Santa’s elves manage it, eh?) 

In later years, as his offspring multiplied, even Dad became more comfortable with the Christmas celebration. He put his bah humbugs to the side, and enjoyed playing Santa in an inflatable fat-suit I bought him (the best fun per dollar 8 bucks I ever spent). As for me, I came to see that Santa Claus is indeed the patron saint of capitalist materialism. Because Santa's gospel is - good people get stuff, and if you don’t get any stuff it’s coz you’re BAD. Something about that philosophy just doesn’t sit right with me.. (so I’m very much my father’s son after all). Let’s downplay the emphasis on stuff, and just enjoy loving each other instead. 

Have a Happy Christmas, everybody!

[mirohlayo]

F1 DRIVERS AND CHRISTMAS ACTIVITIES

special xmas edition

inclunding mclaren, ferrari, mercedes + verstappen, ricciardo & gasly

warning : none

note : i rushed it and i just think it's super messy and bad written lol

!! english not my first language !!

ᦈ OSCAR PIASTRI 81

you love christmas because of course it means christmas cookies and pastries. you like baking, so when oscar offered to join you to bake some cookies, you obviously had to say yes. he would try to do his best, learning from you. he looks carefully how you manage to draw perfect shapes, and he tries to recreate it even though it ends up in a mess. his cookies are not the best, but he doesn't care since he spend time with you, the most precious person in his world.

ᦈ LANDO NORRIS 4

your tradition is to decorate christmas tree. this year, you came up with the idea of mixing red and gold colors, but your boyfriend does not agree with that. he asks for orange, since he wants to show how proud he is of being a mclaren driver. you argue with him, saying orange will look bad. but he's stubborn, so after a agreement you two ended up by putting orange and gold colors in the tree. it's not really pretty. but lando likes it anyway, and he'll thanks his favorite girl for letting him put his favorite color.

ᦈ CHARLES LECLERC 16

this man doesn't even know how to cook pasta, so no need to ask him to wrap the christmas presents. he'll make a pure mess. instead you made him responsible for buying the presents, and you'll wrap them. seeing you wrapping them, he would propose his help. you say yes because how could you refuse some precious help. but you knew it was a bad idea cause as soon as he grabs the wrapping paper, he rips it. you sigh and he would peck your face and lips in order to apologize. and it worked, since he finished by helping you, well more kissing you but that's a secret.

ᦈ CARLOS SAINZ 55

you literally love christmas market, so does carlos. you are so excited to see the different decorations and dishes, and carlos couldn't help but get excited too. he would bring you there, and seeing those little sparks in your eyes warms his heart. he'll buy you anything you ask, and even feed you some hot food. a big christmas tree is in the center of the place, and of course you have to take a picture with it. carlos will take it, and then probably post it on his instagram story, saying how good the day was and how cute his lover is.

ᦈ LEWIS HAMILTON 44

christmas also means movies marathon. well at least for you and lewis. it is one of your favorite activity of the year. you two would slip under the warm blankets, cuddling so close. lewis starts the first christmas movie, and the night passes extremely fast. laughing and talking about christmas stories, and of course kissing session is open. but soon you start feeling tired, and when lewis sees you falling asleep he would join you. pressing soft lazy kisses on your forehead, the movie still playing in the background.

ᦈ GEORGE RUSSEL 63

snowman. how cute it is. when you saw the first snow, you literally screamed and called george, getting way too much excited. and when the snow would stop falling, letting a large white layer on the floor, you'll run outside with george. you start building the snowman's head, and george build the body. of course you would throw at each other some snowball but it's just too funny. you finish by placing a carrot and some rocks, and ta da ! the snowman is just as beautiful as you and george. and he'll proud of it, but most of you.

ᦈ MAX VERSTAPPEN 33

karaoke night. max wants to spend his christmas holidays only with you, well actually all of his winter break with you. and he loves karaoke and you loves christmas songs, so obviously you had to mix these two things together. so here you are, on a night, playing christmas songs out loud in the house. he'll sing loudly over them, and you'll join him, screaming lyrics like you felt the music deep inside your bones. maybe the neighbors will complain about it later, but you don't care, because the moment was just so romantic and sweet.

ᦈ DANIEL RICCIARDO 3

ice skating is such a fun activity. and daniel wants to do it with you. so putting on your skates and going on the ice. surprisingly, daniel would be the one who fall literally every seconds. he firmly grab your hand, maybe a bit too much since you don't even feel your fingers, but even like that he somehow manage to slip and fall on the ground. taking in you with. but you don't really care, because after all it's just so funny. your laughs filled the air and daniel feels so happy about his idea. about ice skating together. and he knows for sure it will remains as a great memory.

ᦈ PIERRE GASLY 10

you literally hate gingerbread, so when pierre asked you to build a gingerbread house you refused the offer. but you know how much he wants to spend time with you and how much he wants to build that house, so you finally gave up. he would be so happy and after baking everything, you thought about contend for who will build the best gingerbread house. you would put all your efforts in it, so concentrate. pierre doesn't want to lose, and neither do you. so after building them, he'll ask on his instagram story who built the best one. and when he'll see you being the winner, he won't hide how disappointed but proud of you he'll be. because after all if it's you the winner, then that's all okay.

[user98347501938475]

what a fun weekend i am currently having. friday morning woke up to no cuddles and steve on his phone he couldnt even look up to say good morning. then i made the mistake of kicking his laundry basket out of my way in the hallway twice so that means i deserve to get some nasty text messages at 6am. great way to start my day having to apologize, again, with no apology to me for anything, for "already ruining his day" and his reply, "you ruin most of em."

this text thread caused me to go into another spiral of depression, suicidal ideation, that i called my mom later that night and ask her to take me to the hospital because i wanted to hurt myself or go get blackout drunk. 22 days sober today btw woohoo!

so after being given the silent treatment all day, i am sitting crying in the office and steve took himself out to sushi, arcade, and movie date. not a care in the world that i said i was feeling suicidal and wanted to kill myself. but my mistake i made the comment you win and all i get in response is doesnt feel like winning. jesus fucking christ your wife is telling you she wants to end her life you dont give a fuck. honestly that was it for me. i dont think any amount of counseling will save this shit show.

for context when steve threatened to take his life early on in our relationship, i was threatening to call the police i was freaking out banging on his door and took all the fucking shoelaces out of his shoes because he said he had just tried to hang himself in his closet. then i stayed with him to make sure he wasnt going to do anything. and this same man doesnt even ask or care where i will be when i tell him ill be gone for three days, a 72 hour hold possibly.

so my mom and the dr said i would be okay to go home and be under supervision for the night LMAO still gonna wanna die tomorrow but okay cool. literally unless you have active cuts or say im going to go home and kill myself they wont give you any help. and just a thought. people who want to die, me specifically, is embarassed that i am such a failure at life that youre going to make me admit to you that i dont want to be here out loud and then be told youre okay go home. i just dont understand how there is no mental help for anyone living in this shithole society.

my future will be divorced and living in a little shitty apartment by myself and never leave and never make any new friendships or relationships because i cannot make friends and date. i have way too much fucking trauma. i mean my husband doesnt care if i die and my only friend, a gay man, but man none the less, cant even drive home to be with me because hes at his moms house getting drunk,(( his mom who wouldnt move her fat ass to bail him out)) .has been using me as a gooddamn vent stress doll because he was going to be arrested and i told him he would be arrested he didnt listen to me or take any of my advice. this friend needs a whole post of his own. but anyway, guess who was taking care of his loud annoying untrained chiuaua until fucking midnight and driving to lake elsinore to get your truck and then go to the bail bonds place, all of which was extremely stressing and then he gets out keeps me up until 2 am to tell me all about how horrible it was, congratulations welcome to the club of being arrested, maybe just maybe you should have listened to your "friend" when she told you how horrible it would be. but youre a fucking moron and thought the cops woould be NICE to you wtaf.

i dont even have the energy or like xmas spirit to put up my tree. i sure as fuck dont want to celebrate the holiday with steve. he cant even understand that i wanted to visit his family just not during the holiday hysteria. so what does steve do? he buys us $2000 worth of plane tickets to leave DEC 23 and return the 27. UHM WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. i guess you heard me but just dont fucking care what i want ever. or his concern for my arthritus and nausea he doesnt fucking care. HIS family is more important than his wife, obviously how could i be so stupid. i will never be anyone prioirty i have to make myself the priority. and he was shady as fuck acting like i thought we were on the same page...... yeah maybe buit we're reading two spearate fucking books dude. idfk how you could think my wife said she doesnt want to travel during the holidays means leave 2 fucking days before christmas.

so now hes going by himself and leaving the day after christmas at noon and then returning NEW YEARS EVE at ELEVEN FUCKING THIRTY AT NIGHT. boy better get a uber home. dont even fucking ask me to drive to LAX or JWA or wherever the fuck you land because you havent even told me which airline you booked, he probably doesnt even know. the way he buys plane tickewts its just whats cheapest on the day i wanna go idgaf about how horrible the time or airline is. but yeah glad that our first new years as a couple, married as well, that we could have had a new years kiss. but you planned to land on new years eve. he just doesnt think or care about anything i care or think about. we are so fucking wrong for each other.

im so glad i can write here since i only get therapy once a week and steve said he doesnt want to hear me "trauma dumping" or if hes already heard the story he doesnt want to hear it again. thank goodness for the void of internet.

[ars281-fall2023-gabriella]

Final Project Proposal “light and shadow”

1. PROJECT TITLE  Kitty Claws is Coming to Town 

2. PROJECT DESCRIPTION

For this last assignment, I have decided that it should be Christmas-themed considering that the critique will be happening in December. I love the holiday, especially Christmas. Since this assignment is about light and shadow I decided that Christmas lights would be a terrific way to depict dramatic lighting. Within all of my art pieces or projects, I like to incorporate cats in all of my works. Inserting a cat into my photos is a way for me to indirectly insert myself into my work almost like a self-portrait. When creating I try to find inspiration in movies, for many books is their escape but for me films are. Whenever I need a break from reality I like to watch a movie. It helps me escape from reality and enter into a world where anything is possible. The problems that I think are bad are never as complex as the ones the characters face. There are certain emotions that can only be felt in movies that a book will never give you. Seeing, hearing, and feeling the feelings play out on the screen in front of you has a spirit that emits a powerful reaction from the viewer. This is the experience I want to give when taking photos, especially for this assignment. I want to convey a magical, joyous, mysterious, and comical experience through my images. I want there to be a feeling of the holiday spirit. Taking this into consideration, for this assignment I found inspiration from the movie Dr. Seusse’s How the Grinch Stole Christmas. The movie is a twisted version of delivering gifts but with mystery and mischief included. My images will portray the story of Santa Claus going down the chimney and bringing toys to one house. Instead of Santa Claus, it is going to be a cat dressed up in a Santa Claus suit. Each image will depict the different actions and magical concepts of placing presents under the tree as well as the actions before and after.  the main event.        

3. OUTCOMES

I will create a series of photos showing the story of how Santa Claus delivers presents to each of the homes but instead of Santa Claus it will be a cat doing the work

The first image shows kitty claws coming out of the chimney showing the shadow in front of him

The next image will show the sack opened up and spilled on the floor with the lights on the gifts 

Then I will show kitty claws adding, correcting, and twisting lightsl on the tree with the Christmas lights on kitty claws' face

The next image will be kitty claws putting a gift down this will have a shadow on the side

The next image will be eating, or going to eat a cookie 

The next image will be the bag on the cat's back going to leave and again that will have a shadow with some lighting 

The next image will be the back of the cat or just the tail and have a large shadow showing that the cat has left

I am going to decorate my living room earlier than usual the pictures will take place in front of the fireplace and in front of the Christmas tree. There will be fake presents and other decorations

4. METHODS AND MATERIALS

Identify and describe the production methods, media, materials, and the process involved in making your project; specify any special equipment, printing, lighting, and relevant tools. (bullet points/list)

Christmas lights, and a tree 

Separate strings of Christmas lights

Makeup and costume

Cookies, cookie dish 

Decorate the mantle above and around the chimney 

Chimney will be present, as well as a Santa Claus  bag

Xmas ornaments will be present

There will be edits done to all of the images  

5. REFERENCES

Identify and list at least two (2) relevant study references for your research: artists, artworks, exhibitions; art historical precedence and contemporary works; books, essays, and publications. 

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Dr Seuss's The Grinch movie

The fact that this will be critiqued in December so I want it holiday holiday-themed

Cats the musical 

Artist Steve McCurry I found inspiration because there are a lot of nice close-up shots of models and the angle and the edits I enjoyed. Also, the vibrant red bursts of color with the cooler background give the image a nice pop effect which is what I want to create within my works 

Annie Leibovitz's abstract approach toward portraiture I also used as inspiration for taking these photos