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[cometcastiel]

“An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.”

[cometcastiel]

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[karlbourbon]

It was an impromptu trip; a spontaneous suggestion by Jim when Leonard discovered he would be having Joanna for the day. And Leonard, not really having a better plan to entertain his 7-year-old, agreed. Which was how he found himself spending the day at the zoo trailing along behind two children--Jo and Jim.

A fond smile flit across Leonard’s face every time they came to a new exhibit. Jo wasn’t like a lot of the kids surrounding them who just wanted to see the animals in action before losing interest and running ahead to the next display. She studied the animals intently, read the information plaques, and even asked intelligent questions.

Jim kept up a running commentary of interesting facts about each type of animal they saw. Leonard wondered how his brain hadn't exploded yet--he could almost picture sparks and smoke streaming out of Jim’s ears--overloaded by all the knowledge he seemed to an endless supply of.

**

They had made their way through most of the exhibits and had decided to stop for a quick lunch break. All the while Jim and Leonard asked Joanna questions about the animals they had seen, upholding an educational side to the fun outing.

“So Jo,” Jim started as they began to gather up their trash, “what’s been your favorite animal to see so far?”

Jo was thoughtful for a moment before answering, “The lemurs!”

“Why’s that kiddo?” Leonard asked.

“They jumped really far through the trees!” She frowned. “At first I was scared they were going to fall, but then Uncle Jim told me that they use their tails to help with their balance,” she said, looking over at Jim.

“That’s right,” he said, ruffling her hair and making her giggle.

“Where to next, Jo-Jo?” Leonard asked once they had thrown their trash in a garbage bin.

Her eyes lit up and she could hardly contain her excitement as penguins burst out of her mouth in a rush.

Leonard chuckled. “Penguins it is.”

“Onward to Penguin island!” Jim proclaimed in a poor imitation of an English accent, one hand pointing forward in the direction they would be headed and the other commandeered by Jo to pull him along.

**

Penguins were currently Joanna’s favorite animal, so when they got to the penguin exhibit Leonard allowed her to wander around on her own, keeping her in his eyesight at all times but otherwise letting her go freely. Jim stayed by his side as they stood quietly, watching the penguins splash around in the water.

Jim’s hand found it’s way into Leonard’s, their fingers tangling together. Four penguins grouped up into a diamond shape and shot off across the surface of the water.

“Penguins mate for life y’know,” Jim said nonchalantly.

Leonard looked away from watching his daughter at the other end of the exhibit to look at Jim. He had a fond smile on his as he watched two penguins dive into a pool the same brilliant shade of blue as his eyes. There wasn’t a sudden realization, no Big Bang flash, just the slow-burning flames he felt in his chest every time he looked at Jim. Leonard's eyes flicked back to the penguins. There were two huddled together on the corner of the fake snowbank, hiding from the splashing of the others. 'For life' sounded pretty good. “Be my penguin?”

[karlbourbon]

gizoogle christmas crack

your wish is my command (normal version first, shall we?)

jim was happy. he couldn’t remember the last time his heart had felt so light. everything had been going his way lately and he felt like the luckiest man in the world; he was a bird soaring through fluffy white clouds against a bright azure sky—free. things had been going even better with bones; jim had decided to do a cliche proposal on christmas—only hours away. which was how he found himself with a ring in his pocket and a pie from the bakery down the street in his hand on his way back to their apartment.

eager to get home, jim failed to use basic common sense—he forgot to look both ways before crossing the street. there wasn’t even a warning; though, if he hadn’t been wearing fluffy earmuffs there would have been. there was a jingling of bells, and the next thing jim knew, he had been mowed down in the middle of the snow covered street only yards away from his and bones’ front door.

the commotion of the incident was loud. loud enough to get bones’ attention, whose instincts always told him to run towards the chaos to try to help people in need. which was exactly what he did, after calling an ambulance once he saw someone sprawled in the street. he raced outside, shoes barely on his feet, laces flapping freely, and threw himself down on his knees next to the man in the street.

 and then bones realized it was jim.

 “jim!” he cried out, shaking his shoulder in an attempt to get a response. when he got none, he tried to turn jim on his side so he wasn’t at least face down in the freezing snow. but doing that revealed he had landed with his face in a banana cream pie. the sounds of the ambulance wailing pierced the air as bones wiped the pie from jim’s face.

everything became a blur for bones as the ambulance arrived to take jim away. he explained what had happened, climbed in the truck after jim, and that’s how he found himself sitting at jim’s bedside in the hospital in the wee hours of christmas morning.

 a moan startled bones from his light doze. jim was finally coming around—he was going to be just fine.

 “‘ones?” he groaned.

 “i’m right here, jim,” bones said, taking jim’s hand in his own.

 “what happened?”

 “well,” bones began uneasily, “they found hoofprints all over the place. it looks like you got run over by a reindeer.”

 “that’s awesome,” jim said, managing to form an exhausted looking smile.

 “you would think that.” bones chuckled softly and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to jim’s forehead. “get some rest now, darlin’”

 and jim’s eyes drooped closed.

 **

 and that was how they spent their christmas morning in the hospital.

 over a crappy cafeteria food breakfast, jim managed to remember his plan to propose. the ring was still in his pocket and he thanked the stars that he still managed to be that lucky as he pulled out the small,velvet box and set it on bones’ tray.

 “this isn’t exactly how i pictured this going,” jim started, “but-”

 “yes.”

 “you didn’t even let me finish-”

 “yes,” bones interrupted again.

 “-i had a whole speech-”

“yes,” he said again. and this time jim couldn’t protest anymore because his lips were suddenly occupied.

———

and now time for shit to get cray-cray

jim was horny. his schmoooove ass couldn’t remember tha last time his thugged-out ass had felt so light. every last muthafuckin thang had been goin his way lately n’ he felt like tha luckiest playa up in tha ghetto; da thug was a funky-ass bird soarin all up in fluffy white cloudz against a funky-ass bright azure sky-free. thangs had been goin even betta wit bones; jim had decided ta do a cold-ass lil cliche proposal on christmas-only minutes away. which was how tha fuck he found his dirty ass wit a rang up in his thugged-out lil’ pocket n’ a pie from tha bakery down tha street up in his hand on his way back ta they crib.

eager ta git home, jim failed ta use basic common sense-he forgot ta look both ways before crossin tha street. there wasn’t even a warning; though, if dat schmoooove muthafucka hadn’t been bustin fluffy earmuffs there would have been. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. there was a jinglin of bells, n’ tha next thang jim knew, dat schmoooove muthafucka had been mowed down up in tha middle of tha snow covered street only yardz away from his thugged-out n’ bones’ front door.

the commotion of tha incident was loud. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! bangin enough ta git bones’ attention, whose instincts always holla’d at his ass ta run towardz tha chaos ta try ta help playas up in need. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! which was exactly what tha fuck da ruffneck did, afta callin a ambulizzle once da perved-out muthafucka saw one of mah thugs sprawled up in tha street. he raced outside, Nikes barely on his wild lil’ feet, laces flappin freely, n’ threw his dirty ass down on his knees next ta tha playa up in tha street.

 n’ then bones realized dat shiznit was jim.

 ”jim!” his schmoooove ass cried out, bobbin his shoulder up in a attempt ta git a response. when he gots none, tha pimpin’ muthafucka tried ta turn jim on his side so da thug wasn’t at least grill down up in tha freezin snow. but bustin dat revealed dat schmoooove muthafucka had landed wit his wild lil’ grill up in a funky-ass banana cream pie. tha soundz of tha ambulizzle beatboxin pierced tha air as bones wiped tha pie from jim’s face.

everythang became a funky-ass blur fo’ bones as tha ambulizzle arrived ta take jim away. he explained what tha fuck had happened, climbed up in tha truck afta jim, n’ that’s how tha fuck he found his dirty ass chillin at jim’s bedside up in tha hospitizzle up in tha wee minutez of christmas morning.

 a moan startled bones from his fuckin light doze. jim was finally comin around-he was goin ta be just fine.

 ”‘ones?” he groaned.

 ”i’m right here, jim,” bones holla’d, takin jim’s hand up in his own.

 ”what happened?”

 ”well,” bones fuckin started uneasily, “they found hoofprints all over tha place. it be lookin like you gots run over by a reindeer.”

 ”that’s phat,” jim holla’d, managin ta form a exhausted lookin smile.

 ”you would be thinkin dis shit.” bones chuckled softly n’ leaned forward ta press a gentle lick ta jim’s forehead. Y’all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! “get some rest now, darlin’”

 n’ jim’s eyes drooped closed.

 **

 n’ dat was how tha fuck they dropped they christmas mornin up in tha hospitizzle.

 over a cold-ass lil crappy cafeteria chicken breakfast, jim managed ta remember his thugged-out lil’ plan ta propose. tha rang was still up in his thugged-out lil’ pocket n’ tha pimpin’ muthafucka gave props ta tha stars dat da perved-out muthafucka still managed ta be dat dirty as he pulled up tha small,velvet box n’ set it on bones’ tray.

 ”this aint exactly how tha fuck i pictured dis going,” jim started, “but-“

 ”yes.”

 ”you didn’t even let me finish-“

 ”yes,” bones interrupted again.

 ”-i had a whole speech-“

"yes," da perved-out muthafucka holla’d again. I aint talkin’ bout chicken n’ gravy biatch. n’ dis time jim couldn’t protest no mo’ cuz his fuckin lips was suddenly occupied.

[karlbourbon]

ok but i bet jim has one of those christmas sweaters with tiny lights that light up

and then one of the lights goes out and while trying to fix it the whole thing bursts into flames. death by sweater: holiday edition

[karlbourbon]

“C’mon, Bones! Is that all you got?” Jim hollers. He peeks around the tree he’s currently hiding behind and darts behind another as soon as he sees Leo’s dark brown mop of hair appear over the top of his snowbank fort.

His cheeks are so cold they feel like they’re on fire, and he can’t feel his toes or his nose, but Leo has to admit he’s having fun. It isn’t every day that he gets to throw things at Jim. Even though he hasn’t actually managed to hit him. Yet. It’s cathartic in its own way.

The taunts are getting a little old, however.

Leo picks up a perfectly round snowball from the pile at his frost encrusted boots. He lets out a steady breath, watching the visible puff swirl and disappear into the air; Jo’s voice in the back of his head gleefully saying, “Look, Daddy, I’ma dragon!”

Distracted with thoughts of his daughter, Leo looks up over the snowbank just in time to see Jim jump out from behind his tree. He’s out in the open and moving closer to Leo. It’s finally a real chance to hit him. Joanna’s spirit beside him, he pulls back his arm and lets the snowball fly.

And miraculously hits Jim square in the chest.

Leo feels a moment of triumph watching Jim dramatically fall backward into the fluffy snow--revenge for all the times earlier that day when Jim pelted him unrelentingly with hard-packed snowballs--followed by a moment of panic as Jim continues to lay there; he might have hit his head on a buried rock and knocked himself out. With Jim’s luck, it isn’t an unreasonable fear.

Leo vaults over his fort and trudges through the deep snow as fast as he can to Jim’s side. His heart stutters in his chest upon seeing Jim close-up and spread-eagle in the snow. Bright golden hair and flushed pink cheeks against blinding white.

Leo drops to his knees beside Jim’s head, tentatively checking for blood. What he doesn’t see is Jim moving his arm ever so slightly to grab a handful of snow. So he also doesn’t see it coming when Jim pulls him down by the front of his jacket and smashes the snow down the back of his neck with the other.

Leo howls, the sudden cold sending shivers dancing down his spine and chilling him straight to his already frozen feet. Laughter paralyzes Jim; he rolls around on his back with his arms wrapped around his middle as wave after wave of giggles hits him.

And bless Jim for being so oblivious, he doesn’t even notice Leo looks about ready to murder him until it’s too late. He tries to get away and leap for freedom, but Leo is right behind him, tackling him to the ground. They grapple, rolling around like lions, each trying to be the one who pins the other.

Leo finally prevails, only because Jim can’t stop laughing. He sits back on Jim’s upper thighs, using his weight to restrain him from struggling further, and folds his arms across his chest.

“You’re an asshole,” Leo grumps. He scowls and Jim has the audacity to smile.

Jim leans up, able to do so since only his lower body is truly the only thing immobilized, and kisses Leo on the nose, hoping to melt anger out of his eyebrows. And it works, if only for a few seconds. “You love me,” he says.

And even in that moment, freezing and wet, Leo does. With every ounce of his existence, God help him, he does.

[karlbourbon]

It had been going on for days and Leo couldn’t really do a thing about it. Practically the second that Thanksgiving had ended, Jim catapulted straight into Christmas. Leo found the best way to deal with all the craziness was just to let Jim off-leash. Lights were strung up; colorful, glittery decorations were hung everywhere. The place looked like Santa’s Workshop on steroids.

But the worst part was the music. Every possible second of the day, Jim was belting out Christmas songs. Leo would walk into a room to check that Jim hadn’t been buried alive under decorations only to have his ears assaulted by catchy tunes.

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas. Only a hippopotamus for Christmas will dooo

And okay, maybe ‘assaulted’ wasn’t the right word for it. Leo had to admit that Jim had a beautiful singing voice.

I’m dreamin’ of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know

But with stores playing holiday songs combined with Jim’s constant singing and all these songs constantly stuck in his head, Leo was about ready to explode. He needed a little peace and quiet. Just for an hour. Hell, he’d take ten minutes if he could.

Oh the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Trying to bring it up with Jim, however, was difficult. Because despite all his grumbling about it, Leo really did enjoy the festive atmosphere and he didn’t want to hurt Jim’s feelings.

He didn’t need to worry about that though, because Jim just laughed and mumbled about traditions before continuing right along with his singing.

Mistletoe hung where you can see. Every couple tries to stop

And then Leo was hit with an idea. ‘Traditions’ was something he could work with.

oOo

The next morning, Leo was ready to put his scheme into action. It was almost too easy and he was a little nervous it would fail spectacularly, but it was worth a shot if it would shut Jim up.

Jim was standing at the counter, clad in only his red flannel pajama bottoms, mixing up pancake batter for breakfast. He was humming “Jingle Bells” as he worked and Leo saw his time to strike.

He innocently sidled up to Jim, who smiled at Leo over his shoulder and continued to mix up the batter. Leo placed his hands on Jim’s waist, spinning him around and forcing him to abandon his task. “Dance with me,” he said and Jim raised an eyebrow, but went willingly enough.

They waltzed around the small kitchen, a dance that certainly didn’t match the lively tune of “Jingle Bells” but they made it work.

Slowly, Leo lead them out of the kitchen and into the living room where he had stealthily moved the furniture out of the way. Jim laughed, a sound of pure, radiant happiness, and began to sing the words to the song. The way Jim’s eyes crinkled at the corners and his face was alight with joy as they danced around the room almost made Leo forget his plan. In that moment, Jim was ethereal and Leo felt his heart skip a beat.

Leo started to lead them out toward the doorway where earlier, along with moving the furniture, he had hung mistletoe. Jim continued to sing, blissfully unaware. Leo halted their steps.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the-mmph!

And then he halted Jim’s singing with a kiss. Jim melted into Leo, almost as if, even though he acted unaware, he had known the whole time.

Panting, Jim pulled away from Leo; air supply diminished from dancing, singing, and then kissing.

“See what can happen when you take a break from singing for five seconds?” Leo joked, bringing a hand up to ruffle Jim’s still bed-tousled hair.

Jim’s eyes sparkled like they were actually gemstones. Playfully he asked, “One more song?”

Leo nodded, unable to deny him anything, and went to pull away so Jim could jump into his theatrics, but Jim surprised him and pulled him in for a hug.

And softly he began to sing.

I don't want a lot for Christmas There’s just one thing I need I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true Baby, all I want for Christmas is you

[acillhes]

primrose and peony bc cute c:

Primrose: Favorite kind of soup? I've literally only ever had chicken noodle soup so it's my favorite (I hate trying new foods sooo)

Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage? Coffee!