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Lars & a hyper active child named Jason.

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A Fine Mess

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.1 K

Prompt: 5: “Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?” 

Summary: In 1943 Brooklyn, you’ve been friends with Bucky Barnes for as long as you can remember. When he interferes with your date, you’re determined to confront him—but the truth has a way of coming out in the most unexpected moments.

The night was one of those perfect Brooklyn summer evenings, the air warm but not stifling, carrying the faint scent of street vendor hot dogs and fresh-cut flowers from the bodega down the block. You adjusted the hem of your dress for the fifth time, staring down the street where Eddie Johnston had just disappeared, looking half-apologetic and fully confused.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

“Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?”

Your voice cut through the quiet hum of the evening, sharp and incredulous, as you turned to face the culprit leaning against the stoop railing with all the smugness of a man who thought he could charm his way out of anything.

Bucky grinned like the cat that got the cream, arms folded and his suspenders hanging loose over his broad shoulders. “I mean… yeah. Technically, I might’ve said somethin’ like that.”

“Technically?” you snapped, climbing the steps to meet him face-to-face. “Bucky!”

“What?” He held up his hands in mock innocence, though his grin never faltered. “The guy didn’t seem like much fun anyway. Didn’t even laugh when I told him that joke about the two pigeons and the bread cart.”

Your mouth fell open. “You… you told him a joke before you lied to him about us?”

Bucky shrugged, his dark hair falling boyishly across his forehead. “Wanted to test his sense of humor. It’s important to you, isn’t it? A guy who can make you laugh?”

“Oh, so now you’re vetting my dates?” You jabbed a finger into his chest, ignoring the faint warmth that spread through your hand when you made contact. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Thank you,” he said smoothly, like you’d just paid him a compliment.

“That wasn’t a—” You groaned, dragging your hand down your face. “Bucky, you can’t just go around scaring off guys like this! Eddie was nice, okay? He was polite, he was kind, and he didn’t deserve whatever you said to him!”

Bucky’s smirk faltered just slightly, his gaze softening. “He didn’t deserve it, huh?”

“No, he didn’t,” you said firmly.

He tilted his head, studying you for a moment before asking, “So, what’d you like about him?”

“What does that matter?” you huffed.

“It matters,” he said, his voice dropping just enough to make your pulse stutter. “Because if you liked him so much, why’d you let me talk him into leavin’?”

Your breath hitched, but you quickly crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him. “I didn’t let you do anything, Barnes. You ambushed him. You didn’t give me a choice.”

“Maybe.” He took a step closer, his shoes scuffing softly against the stoop. “Or maybe you didn’t stop me because deep down, you didn’t really wanna go out with him.”

Your heart skipped, the warmth of his words sinking in before you could shove them away. “That’s ridiculous,” you said weakly.

“Is it?” His eyes searched yours, and for once, there was no teasing, no smirk—just Bucky, stripped of his bravado. “C’mon, doll. You know me better than that. You know us better than that.”

His words hit harder than they should have, the weight of them settling in your chest. For years, you’d told yourself that Bucky was just your best friend, the boy who walked you home and shared his sandwiches and made you laugh when the world felt like too much. But now, with the way he was looking at you, it felt like the truth had been waiting just beneath the surface all along.

You shook your head, trying to gather your thoughts. “You—you don’t get to do this,” you said quietly. “You don’t get to swoop in and mess everything up just because you’re—”

“Because I’m what?” he asked, his voice soft and insistent.

“Because you’re scared to lose me,” you finished, meeting his gaze.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the faint hum of a distant radio playing a swing tune. Bucky’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might brush it off with one of his usual quips. But then he exhaled, his shoulders slumping just slightly.

“You’re right,” he said. “I am scared. I’ve been scared for a long time.”

Your heart ached at the quiet vulnerability in his voice, and before you could stop yourself, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his arm. “Bucky…”

He looked at you then, his blue eyes impossibly soft. “The thought of you with someone else—of you fallin’ for someone who ain’t me—it drives me crazy, doll. And I know I screwed this up, and I know you’re mad at me, but if there’s even a chance that you might…”

He trailed off, his words hanging in the air like a wish.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Then, slowly, you stepped closer, close enough to feel the warmth of him, and reached up to rest a hand against his cheek. His breath hitched at the touch, his lashes fluttering as he leaned into it.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Barnes,” you murmured, a small smile tugging at your lips.

His grin returned, bright and boyish, and he let out a soft laugh. “So, that a yes?”

“Don’t push it,” you said, though the warmth in your voice betrayed you.

But when his hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer, you didn’t resist. And when his lips finally met yours, soft and warm and everything you’d been too afraid to admit you wanted, it felt like the world had finally snapped into place.

The kiss lingered, sweet and unhurried, the faint sound of the radio mixing with the rhythm of your heart. When you finally pulled back, Bucky’s forehead rested against yours, his smile so wide it made your chest ache in the best way.

“Y’know,” he said, his voice teasing again, “if I knew it’d feel this good, I’d have scared off Eddie a lot sooner.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re mine,” he said softly, the sincerity in his voice making your knees weak.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your smile matching his. “I guess I am.”

And for the first time, it felt exactly right.

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Hello update again.

I am working on posting all my old drafts and ideas, and then I will get to the requests. If i have taken long in posting a promised story or request, i sincerely apologize. I promise it will eventually get done.

Take care and stay warm, or cool, if you live in Africa like me.

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Christmas Surprise Part 2

Pairing: Sergeant!Bucky x fem!reader

Summary: Her boots were made for walking, but were used for photography

Warnings: none

A/n: we're currently at 111 notes!! At 99 likes wow thank you guys so much. I really didn't think it'd do so good

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When Bucky returned upstairs Y/N was dressed in her prettiest baby blue dress, adorned with a coat to match the boots and her purse. She had curled her hair quickly (had he really taken that long to persuade his sister?). He stood for a moment, speechless.

"I... wow. I hate to say it, but he made a fine selection choice."

"Buck that wasn't him. I'd been eyeing them for months."

Bucky darted his eyes towards the floor as his stomach churned uneasily. How come he hadn't noticed the months he'd been with her? Perhaps Malcolm was a better suit for Y/N...-

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Y/N stepped closer with a gentle smile. She could always sense his unease. He'd hate to lose he-

"Bucky?"

She took his hand, running her thumb over his knuckles. He gave her a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Hey, we don't have to do this if you don't wanna. We can simply return 'em, get some Coca-Cola money."

"Na, I want to do this. Just feel bad that I didn't notice you like 'em so much."

"Hey, it's fine-"

"No it ain't. I mean, he didn't even spend that much time with you and he noticed- wait... How long has he been seein' you?"

Bucky's eyes narrowed as they dropped to her. Y/N bit her lip, casting her eyes to the ground.

"I-... Buck, I was lonely and scared after work. So I entertained him solely for the purpose of not walking home alone in the dark. I promise you, I'd reject him, and I'd constantly talk about you on our walks. And occasionally, the boots when we passed the store... But I kept it friendly, asking him a little here and allowing him a little space to talk. I promise any rational person could've seen my intentions."

He stayed silent for a few moments before a boyish grin broke out across his face.

"You're so damn sly. I'd swear you ain't an ally of mine. And you're right, he ain't all that rational."

"Well come on before my make-up melts."

"It does that?"

He frowned as they walked downstairs, hand in hand.

"No, I'm just kidding. But the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can have more time together."

"Fair enough."

....

Before long the photograph was taken and being processed, and as payment for Rebecca's camera, Y/N and Bucky were left to do the dishes.

"Not how I imagined my Christmas. But I wouldn't have it any other way. As long as I'm with you, I'm content."

"I thought the army was supposed to toughen you up. Not turn you into a big ole sap."

"Hey, I'm pouring my heart out here!"

Bucky feigned hurt, and his girlfriend giggled.

"Well, handsome, once this is done we can go for a walk, and you can pour your whole heart out to me. I want to hear it all."

His eyes cast toward the floor and he swallowed.

"Everything?"

"I'm certain. When I say I love you, I mean that about every part. Not just that handsome face and cheeky mouth."

"I love ya a whole bunch too, Dollface."

"Well then dry quicker sarge, because we've got to get walking."

He chuckled, increasing the speed of wiping the plate at an increasing speed.

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Here we go, sorry for the delay. Happy New Year, lovely people. I love you guys.

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i'll do it for sam

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Rough af sketch with my niece's crayons but i low-key like it

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As 2024 is at its end, here's a little something:

New Year 🎆🎇

Pairing: Cliff Burton x fem!reader

Summary: going into the new year with bf Cliff.

A/n: I had no idea who to write for. But Cliff's been on my mind all day because I dressed like him to Ikea, and now he's all over my Tumblr. So it's decided. To new a new, prosperous year for everyone 🥂🎆

Xxxx

The night had started off dreary for Y/N. For starters, she hadn't scrounged enough money together to make it to her family for New Years, and she'd already missed Christmas with them. Then, weather misfortunes left everybody in town unable to shoot their specially launched fireworks. And then finally, her friends all did a rain check when it came to pitching to the small function she'd planned for them.

Y/N stared at her empty mug, at the verge of tears, when a knock sounded at her door. Her heart leaped with newfound hope. Perhaps, even if it was just a maintenance person or what the heck ever, she could woon them to get her out somewhere. Quickly she ran to the door, swinging it open. To her utter surprise, it was her boyfriend Cliff and his bandmates from across the states.

Y/N gasped, lunging herself into his arms. Cliff chuckled lowly, draping his long, lanky arms around her. Y/N tightened her grip, almost crushing him breathless as she hugged him. Cliff, despite his friends watching, dropped his chin to rest atop her head as his eyes fluttered shut. Finally, the two pulled apart.

"Come in! Oh, hi guys! It's so, so great to see you! I was about to hit a bar or something. Didn't want to go into the new year by myself."

"We'd still be keen on that."

"Can we just use your bathroom?"

"Long trip."

The guys chimed as they walked in.

"Let's have some doughnuts first, I mean I bought them. Oh and candles! You know what lets take them with. If we can't have fireworks we should at least have candle lit doughnuts in a bar."

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"3... 2... 1..."

The drunk, sober, single, taken... all kinds of people counted down. Y/N pulled Cliff in by the collar of his denim jacket, leaning up to press her lips against his as they entered the new year. Cliff was certain the fireworks in his stomach erupted greater than those in the sky would've as she kissed him.

"Happy new year baby."

She smiled as they pulled away.

"Happy new year my girl."

Cliff grinned back at her. My girl. A name he found stupid when others used, by the only title fitting to address his Y/N.

"I have a surprise for ya."

"Bigger than you appearing from across the country!?"

He nodded, tugging her hand as he nodded towards the exit. Cliff lead her through the crowd, and the wet and busy streets.

"Cliff, my hair! Where are we going?"

"Bear with me babe!"

He called over the music and cheers, gripping onto her hand. Finally, the found themselves in an abandoned warehouse.

"Baby, what on earth are we doing here?"

Y/N panted as she wiped the rain from her eyes, squinting in the dark.

"Are you about to disect me?"

"Maybe,"

He chuckled, reaching for his lighter. Y/N's eyes lit up as Cliff lit a few Black Widow fireworks up (idc overseas, but in my country, they're small and loud). Y/N squeezed him in a hug as they watched the small fireworks explode, both cringing at the loud echoing sound in the empty shed.

"Thank you, thank you so much. You have no idea what this means to me."

Y/N looked up at him, eyes twinkling. Cliff had never seen a more beautiful sight.

"I love you."

She was the first to say it. And she meant it. Cliff smiled, a warm and genuine smile. His lighter got tucked into his pocket as his hands reached out, cupping her face. He cradled her face in his large hands as her hands rested atop his. He leaned down, connecting their lips. Their eyes fluttered shut as they shared their 2nd, or 1st and a half kiss of the year.

"Happy new year."

They said simultaneously.

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Fin.

Rushed. Not proofread.

Happy new year everyone!!! May you have a blessed year and God bless you all❤️❤️❤️

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Does anybody live in Bangor Ireland??? If you like this post I'm assuming you do hmu pls

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Why does jason look like his pet rabbitt

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➸ protector

pairing: bucky barnes x reader | mob au

warnings: swearing, mild violence + assault, stalking, mentions of illness + death, fluff.

word count: 7.4k

synopsis: Ironically, the man with blood on his hands and a permanent target on his back was the one you’d never felt safer with.

a/n: mob au’s are top tier so of course i had to write one at some point. i hope that this one is even a smidge as good as every other one out there !! please enjoy and any feedback is appreciated !!

A dark blanket had encompassed the city; swallowed the highest of skyscrapers and narrowest of alleyways. Engulfed shamrock green parks and swept through empty office buildings. Allowed for the busy city to sleep, ironically — this was New York, after all.

Below it, along a quiet street bordering Central Park, walked an unlikely duo. One who’d only ever known violence. The other hoped never to come across it. Yet under the deep ink sky, indulged in each other’s company, no two people seemed to harmonise so well.

“I thought you were walking me home, not taking me down every street in Manhattan.”

“What, have you had enough of me for the night?”

Furrowing your brows, you stopped in your tracks. “Is that what you’re doing? Stringing out the walk back so that the night doesn’t end so soon?”

Bucky looked back at you, a grin pulling at his lips. “Maybe.”

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(rough sketch its not done yet!!)

guys do we fw the James hetfield princess arc sketch???

clearly he don't fw it but whatever

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The Malicious Daughter Is Back! Series Masterlist

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

Chap 1

Chap 2

Chap 3

Chap 4

Chap 5

Chap 6

Chap 7

Chap 8

Chap 9

Chap 10

Chap 11

Chap 12

Chap 13

Chap 14

Chap 15

Chap 16

Chap 17

Chap 18

To be Continued

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Thank you to everyone who has read this chapter. Leave a comment and Reblog, please. I'd love to hear your thoughts. ❤️

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how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

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Christmas Surprise

Pairing: Sergeant!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: I don't want to spoil it, read and find out 💕

Warnings: mentions of war and army stuff

A/n: Merry Christmas, folks. I hope you all have a blessed day. I think it's kind of obvious what the story is about, but I hope you like it.

Read this pls❤️

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"It's a pity James won't be making it this year. He's scarcely been around for Christmases since Papa passed, and Y/N seemed to have changed that, I thought. Though I suppose he is part of the army now, and they need him for war and all that."

"I was under the impression that all soldiers in training got Christmas off. But I know nothing about military matters, so don't trust my judgment."

Y/N stood in the hallway as her sisters-in-law spoke, Rebecca and Rudy (I made Rudy up for the sake of the story). Her heart beat heavily in her chest as she stared at the framed sketch of James Buchanan Barnes, drawn by Steven. G. R. .

With a smooth of her hands down her apron, she walked into the kitchen. The chatter instantly and awkwardly shifted to the peas that stood on the counter, and Rudy scattered to look for the rolling pin, that was tucked into the front pocket of her apron.

"It's alright, I heard. And Rudy's right. Jamie was supposed to come home four days ago, but for some reason him and his commando friends got refused dismissal or something."

Rebecca sighed, setting down her eggnog, and went to Y/N, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"Y/N/N,"

"Becca, it's quite alright. I really understand your concern, I do. I just feel bad for Jamie. He often spoke of his fondness for Christmas."

Rebecca gave another sad sigh and looked at Judy, who understood the silence.

"Well, on a different note. We've managed to scrounge together some canned versions of James's favourites. It ain't the real deal,"

"But it's pretty damn near."

Rebecca finished Rudy's sentence, allowing a little humour to fill the space. Y/N chuckled lightly, picking up a can of peas. This Christmas would be their 5th without Rudy's husband Joe, their 3rd without their father, and their 16th Christmas without their mother. And now, it would be their 3rd with Y/N, and 1st without Bucky. The three sisters (minus Y/N, merely Bucky's girlfriend, but they went by that nickname), were left to spend Christmas by themselves.

A knock at the door pulled the three women from their thoughts. They shared a look: that was not a feminine knock. It could mean one of three things;

•James was home by some miracle

•They were about to geat dreaded news about James

•The old man next door sent by his wife for sugar

•Rebecca's secret admirer (though this thought was only shared by Y/N and Ruby, and had James been there, him too)

"I'll go get it."

Y/N rushed to the door, heart pounding excitedly. To her dismay, it was Tom, the butcher's son. Y/N's heart sank and her smile faded to an annoyed expression.

"Tom. What can I do for you?"

"Merry Christmas, beautiful."

Y/N sighed, about to close the door when he handed her an envelope. Y/N cocked a brow, hesitant to take it.

"What's this?"

"It's from the post office. Mr. Bennett asked me to deliver it to you. Says the sender pleaded."

Y/N reached to take it but Tom pulled it back.

"Uh uh, first, Malcolm sent you something, and you need to take it before I give you your letter."

Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes.

"I am not obligated to take it."

"Well I'm not obligated to give this letter to you. It's just a favour."

Y/N narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips into a fine line.

"Fine."

Tom picked up a wrapped tin box and handed it to Y/N. Her gut sank, she knew what was in the tin. Tom placed the letter on the box and left. Y/N retrieved inside silently and placed her belongings upstairs in her room. She locked her door and ripped open the paper, sighing heavily when she saw the note on top of the expensive boots she'd been dreaming about.

Just a glimpse of what a real man could give you. Merry Christmas.

The note read.

She felt too bad to open the letter she knew was from James.

-Fast forward to eating time-

After the girls had dished up and said Grace, they sat at the table, ready to eat. Another knock sounded at the door, a man's knock. But a specific pattern belonging to only one man.

"James!"

The three girls said together and got up, but Y/N beat the rest to the door. The door was jerked open, blowing Y/N's hair from her face from the friction. Her stomach swarmed with fiery butterflies when her eyes registered the man before them.

"Buck,"

His signature grin spread across his face before he stepped forward, dropping his bags. Before she knew it, her lover was crushing her bones (just about) in a hug. Y/N's arms wrapped around his neck as he stood on a step lower than her. She felt his figure move as he inhaled her scent.

"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't allowed?"

"I'm not. But no command from any general jackass is gonna stop me from seeing my baby on Christmas."

Y/N laughed, pulling away to flick his forehead before hugging him again. The 'three sisters' made quick work of fixing Bucky a plate while he freshened up upstairs. Y/N couldn't keep her eyes from James as they ate the lunch. She could see the beginning of stress on his features, the slight fatigue from training, but there was something else.

He'd always been a pro at masking his true feelings, but the usual "Bucky shimmer" in his eyes was missing. He tried hard not to lock eyes with Y/N over lunch, but he couldn't keep his eyes from her. Though it'd been a mere two weeks, he'd missed her.

"Becks? I feel something is the matter with James. But I don't want to worry him asking, or pry, he just- oh I don't know he seems off."

Rebecca put down the plate she was washing and turned to Y/N with her own signature look.

"If anyone knows him well, it's you. So I'd say to trust your gut."

With that, Rebecca returned to washing the dishes. Y/N smiled faintly at the tilted floors of the Barnes' kitchen and nodded to herself.

"If it's alright with you, I think I'm going to have a word with him. See if he's alright."

"It's fine by me. Judy's the one you should be worryin' about. Now go, shoo, before she comes back from her rendezvous in the powder room (yes I'm implying that she's taking a dump)."

With a giggle shared between the younger girls Y/N scurried upstairs, knocking on the door of the guest bedroom, her bedroom for the holidays.

"Give me a moment."

James called back.

"Jamie, sugar, it's me."

"In that case give me two moments."

Bucky sassed. At least he was being himself. Y/N pushed the door open, thankful it wasn't locked. She instantly knew what was off. The stupid boots from Malcolm.

"What happened to respecting a man's privacy?"

He frowned at her.

"Darling I don't believe you get much of that in the army, and besides, I don't want us to spend the little time we have together on the blessing of a day brawling about a stupid third party inconvenience."

"So the fella you've been seeing is called 'stupid third party inconvenience?'"

Y/N shook her head with a soft laugh.

"I'm not seeing anybody, James."

"Then what's this?"

He pointed toward the boots, that remained untouched. Y/N sighed, putting the lid over them.

"My letter is right next to them. You didn't even open it. Though perhaps a mere letter that I split my ass to get to you isn't 'manly' enough is it?"

"James, language, and please, let me explain."

His furrowed brows dropped slightly, and Y/N took his silence as her opportunity to explain.

"You remember that rich kid whose father owns the country club?"

Bucky nodded apprehensively.

"I accidentally knocked my bag off a table a few weeks back, and he assisted me in picking up my belongings. He hasn't left me alone since. He's had his friend, or more like servant Tom deliver things to me ever since. Tom wouldn't give me your letter unless I accepted his gift. And I knew what it was going to be, but I was so horrified at his gesture, that I felt too ashamed to open your letter. I'm sorry."

".....Well he's not man enough to enlist."

James said after a moment of silence. Y/N chuckled through her nose and nodded.

"And he's not man enough to deliver the gifts himself."

Y/N nodded, smoothing a hand down James's arm, and then took ahold of his hand.

"You're all I want, Bucky. Believe you me. There's no overly priced pair of boots that could make me change my mind about that."

It was Bucky's turn to laugh at her comment.

"But does he know you've got a suitor?"

Y/N nodded, an irritated expression across her features.

"He knew when I dropped my bag, he knew when I was at the train station to send you off and he waited there to talk to me. And the gifts have ampled since your departure."

Bucky's jaw ticked, and Y/N felt his fingers clasped around hers twitch.

"What do you say you and I pay him a visit and return his gift?"

"Isn't that a little rude, especially on Christmas day?"

"Dollface, we're amidst a world war, I couldn't give a damn about being polite to a jackass who's tryna steal my girl."

"Buck you know he'll never succeed, right?"

"I do trust so. But still, I want to rub it in his face."

"James, baby, come on. If we give him a reaction, he'll probably like it. It'll give him the impression that he's getting to you."

"You were always the clever one in this relationship. So what do you suggest we do, miss smarty pants?"

Y/N hummed, pretending to think as she rubbed her chin.

"Well, for starters, you never call me that again. And, perhaps you and I dress nicely, beg Becca to use her camera, and post him a picture of us with Christmas regards written on the back."

"Not mean enough."

"There's a twist?"

James cocked an eyebrow, intrigued.

"I'm wearing the boots he sent."

James's face broke out into a boyish grin.

"Sounds more like it. I'm in. Get dressed, dollface, I'll use my baby blues on Becks."

"Work your magic Sergeant."

Y/N called as he left the room.

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Fin. Merry, merry Christmas, people. I've derailed a little, I'm sorry. Never forget the true meaning behind Christmas, and never forget that you're loved.

Lots of love and best wishes

(Yes I am planning on a pt.2 depending on how well this does)

[accihoe]

If I don't hear some metal soon I might just implode.