#Christmas snippet

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Christmas Snippet 2024

Merry Christmas everyone! Here's a present for you!

Villain was just about to open their next present when the doorbell rang. The chatter and laughter from the team died down. Who could that possibly be?

“Maybe it’s Christmas carolers?” Sidekick asked.

“At our base?” Supervillain asked, “unlikely.”

The doorbell rang again, followed by weak yet persistent knocking.

“I’ll get it,” Villain said, setting their parcel down.

They headed to the foyer and opened the front door. They stood frozen in shock for a few minutes.

“Well, Villain? Who is it?” Henchman called.

Villain took a minute to find the words. In front of them stood their very own nemesis, Hero, shaking in their hero suit and staring up at them with big, sad eyes.

“I um… I didn’t know where else to go,” Hero said quietly.

Villain blinked. They had never seen Hero like this before, all pathetic and so terribly small. And injured, they noted, as bloody patches on their suit grew wider and redder.

“Villain, come on,” Supervillain put a hand on their shoulder, “who is- oh!”

“S-sorry,” Hero chattered, “I can leave, I didn’t know you were having a party.”

Hero choked on a sob at that last part, as though the very idea of parties was traumatic to them.

“Come inside,” Supervillain said.

Villain opened the door wider for them, holding an arm out should Hero need steadying. It turned out that they did; they were just over the threshold when they collapsed into Villain.

Villain half-carried Hero inside, setting them down in their armchair that they had been sitting in just minutes before.

“I-I’m staining your furniture-” Hero protested.

“Meh, it adds to our aesthetic,” Sidekick said dismissively.

Henchman draped Hero in a blanket and handed them a mug of hot cocoa.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Villain asked gently.

Hero shook their head, tears forming in their eyes.

“It just, it hasn’t been a very good Christmas,” they said quietly.

They did start sobbing at that, their tears making little ripples in their drink. Supervillain took the mug and set it on the side table. After a while, Hero sniffled.

“Can you tell us who did this to you?” Henchman asked.

Hero wouldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. Hesitantly, they nodded.

“My team,” they said.

The criminals exchanged quick, bewildered glances with each other.

“Your team?” Supervillain asked, “why would they-”

“Said I was making us look bad. Everyone else has impressive powers and then there’s me who’s only good for ‘whipping up homemade popsicles.’”

Villain’s hands curled into fists, but they tried to contain their anger for Hero’s sake.

“They d-did all this,” Hero gestured to their wounds, “then said not to come back.”

Hero put their head in their hands and started crying once more. Sidekick put a hand on their shoulder in an attempt to comfort them.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with their Christmas presents now,” Hero said.

“They don’t deserve-” Henchman started to growl.

Supervillain held a hand up.

“Well, you know, Christmas isn’t over yet,” they said, “would you like to celebrate with us?”

Hero looked up.

“We can have a room made up for you just how you like it,” Supervillain offered, “you won’t be alone, and you can stay indefinitely, or for however long as you feel comfortable.”

“But I’m not a-” Hero started, “I can’t do what you all- I’m not a villain.”

“So what?” Villain said, “we could all use a moral compass, you’d be our live-in hero!”

“You don’t have to answer right now,” Supervillain said, “how about we get you patched up and go from there?”

Hero looked taken aback, as though kindness from others had eluded them all their life.

“Yes please,” they said.

…

It was well into the evening when Hero started showing off their favorite party trick- making it snow indoors. Sidekick tried to catch snowflakes on their tongue while Henchman brought in a tray of cookies. Supervillain added a few flames to the fire with their powers.

“Where did Villain go? They’re missing the snow!” Sidekick said.

“Right here!” Villain answered, coming inside with a present.

They set it down on Hero’s lap. Hero blinked, then looked up at them with wide eyes.

“You didn’t have to do this!” they said.

“Oh I think I did,” Villain smiled.

Hero tore at the wrapping paper and opened the box underneath. They stared slack-jawed at the gift inside. A fleece, weighted blanket with snowflakes scattered across the fabric.

“I hope it’s okay I kinda ran with the superpower theme,” Villain said nervously, “but I know you get cold faster than anyone, and the weight helps with anxiety and- oh!”

Hero had jumped up and hugged Villain as tightly as their stitches would allow. Villain hugged them back.

“I love it, thank you,” Hero said, squeezing tighter.

“Yep,” Villain choked out, “can’t breathe.”

Hero finally released them, beaming widely.

“Hey, look!” Sidekick pointed to the ceiling.

The pair looked up at the mistletoe dangling over them.

“Oh, Villain, you don’t have to if you don’t want to-”

Hero was cut off by Villain’s lips pressing gently against theirs. Hero had never felt this close to melting before.

Henchman and Supervillain cooed, clapping soflty. Sidekick stuck their tongue out, regretting that they had pointed the plant out.

“Merry Christmas, Hero,” Villain said.

Hero smiled, the sparkle back in their eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Villain.”

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[pearlypairings]

I wish you would write a fic where…

Chrissy and Jonathan (and possibly Gareth and El?) have a snowball fight! 🌨️❄️

okok I got a lil carried away I'm sorry lmao..... original post

Chrissy huddled under the groove of Jonathan’s new black peacoat, her Christmas gift for him this year. He wore it well, no longer swimming in a too big, slightly holey coat from the thrift store. Snow lined the cuffs where he’d just finished packing four monstrous snow balls.

On Jonathan’s other side, Gareth moved to look over their makeshift blockade of a felled great oak. He caught the sleeve of his puffy jacket and yanked him down. Gareth’s eyes flew open, looking cartoonish with the frozen curls of his hair sticking straight out.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Jonathan said quickly, shaking his head like a dog with wet ears.

“I’m her Bear, she wouldn’t—”

“She would, and she will. Trust me. She’s a bloodthirsty competitor. Why do you think Will chose to flee?”

Chrissy giggled into his coat, packing another snowball to drop at their feet. “Still, it’s not really fair to be three against one.”

Jonathan glanced downward, a grave, wistful look in his eyes. “I know. She’s going to slaughter us in seconds.”

Their companion hunched into the snow-covered log, knocking off a min-avalanche of puffy snow over his head and looking torn between life and love. With a strong nod and a big snow ball, Gareth moved to a crouched position.

“I can’t hide forever,” he said, sounding like a Hollywood action hero, before adding a sappier, more Gareth-sounding note, “Besides, I miss her cute smile.”

Jonathan rolled his eyes, but Chrissy made him bite his tongue with one sharp look. They were  young! And in love! They knew what that was like at least. But he was totally doomed.

The moment he stood up to throw his one and only snow ball, a flurry of a dozen snow bullets crash landed into his face and torso while a few whizzed passed into the bush behind them. Gareth slumped to his knees, spitting out clumps of white flakes.

“Well, we might as well get this over with.” Jonathan’s cold lips kissed her forehead, smooshing her frozen bangs against her skin. “I’ll always love you.”

“And I’ll remember you fondly.”

Together they launched themselves up, scooping up their pre-made snowballs in their arms. El stood with hands straight out in front of her, showing off the pink gloves Joyce had gotten her proudly. Another dozen snowballs floated in between them, frozen in time instead of her gloves.

Chrissy leapt to the side and threw her first snowball at El, pushing Jonathan in the other direction to separate. She squealed in delight as her ball exploded into one of El’s like a snowy blast mid-air.

Jonathan tossed two more at her, both of them ending in the same firework-effect fate.

Oh, they were so going to get pummeled by El. 

Her boyfriend gave a knowing wink that made Chrissy buzz with excitement. She dove back toward where Gareth sat crushed—defeated and took a running jump over the log to throw as many snowballs as she could. El couldn’t stop laughing as she moved all the floating ammo with her hands toward Chrissy in a sudden ambush. Cold snow stung her cheeks and sunk beneath the collar of her coat down her neck. A chill ran up her spine.

El clapped in happy victory across the small clearing.

But Chrissy knew that there was one more surprise….Jonathan popped out from behind another tree on the other side and rushed toward El. He tossed his armful of snowballs her way, where she gasped and flung them aside in surprise.

The one thing she didn’t account for was Jonathan sprinting full-speed at her, picking her up to spin her around and tossing her straight into a giant hill of a snowdrift where she disappeared into the wave of blinding white. Her gleeful scream muffled almost immediately as she was swallowed by their winter wonderland.

This was the best white Christmas Chrissy ever had.

[sanaserena]

Christmas day came with another party, this time it was Zoro’s place at noon, as nominated when Luffy’s Grandfather scowled his grandson into non-submission.  You’d marvelled at that exchange, at Mr Garp yelling at Luffy for constantly messing up the apartment, while Luffy asking what the hell did his grandfather want?  It was odd, for it sounded like an argument, but there was clearly no intention to get into any fights unless it involved several fists of love from both sides. 

You sang carols, and discovered that Ace had a terrible singing voice, much to Sanji’s horror.

You split crackers, and found some nasty joke ones courtesy of Usopp, and much to Robin’s macabre delight.

“It’s not halloweeeen!” cried Chopper, eventually comforted by Robin, who gave him an extra slice of cake.

Somehow Sanji and Zoro got into a fight on who could cut the turkey better – Sanji won out because he cooked it. 

And Franky nearly blew up Zoro’s house, much to his horror.  It was a good thing the party was out in Zoro’s garden instead, in the warmth of a Grand Line City summer.

You gave Ace a new beanie, with a shy smile apologising that it wasn’t grander—you were saving that for his birthday.  It was the same as his old orange one, but this one had two smiley faces on the front, two black circles, one with a smile face, the other with a frowning one.  It really wasn’t much.

He put it on immediately.

For you, he had planned an anniversary getaway, the first of which for you both as a couple.

After a few hours, Ace lead you away.  Between the both of you, in many ways orphans, you had such large adoptive families.  And what had once been lonely Christmases for the both of you, in different ways, were now a fight between one place and the other.

It was a good thing that Zoro’s house wasn’t far from where Ace lived.  And together you walked hand in hand back to his place, to join, however briefly, the Whitebeards party. 

There were no people on the streets, except for a few.  The sun was warm, but Ace was warmer beside you.  You knew this because even though you were holding hands, his arm was pressed to yours. 

“It’d be rather nice to drive down this road with the roof opened on a day like today,” you mused.

“I wouldn’t know, don’t own a car.”  Ace shrugged.

“I noticed.  Why is that?”

He looked momentarily aghast.  “And restrict me to the confines of such a vehicle?”  He nudged your shoulder.  “You’re learning to drive.  Why don’t you get one, and then we can cruise to our delight.”

“Maybe.  Or maybe I’ll just rely on you until the end of days.  You and that monstrous bike of yours.”

He chuckled, pulling you to a stop, just to look at you it seemed.  “End of days huh?” he said, tugging on your loose hair, haphazardly curled for today’s celebrations. 

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"Reader and Ace spending their first Christmas together as a couple" flashback scene from my modern (sports - lacrosse) au fic, A Pair of Reds, over on AO3 (former Portgas D. Ace X reader pairing; Eustass Kid X reader endgame)

[freesirius4life]

This reminded me of a little snippet I wrote a few years ago on this idea….thought you’d enjoy it!

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Yassen crept silently into the house, careful not to wake the sleeping occupants. Ian Rider was away on an assignment, giving Yassen the opportunity to sneak in and steal the documents he had been paid to retrieve. Yassen would have preferred to have the housekeeper and child out of the house too, but he had to work with what he had.

As he made his way through the living room to Ian Rider’s Office, he noted the small Christmas tree in the corner and a plate of half eaten cookies on the table. If Yassen had any feelings of guilt about breaking into a house of Christmas Eve, he didn’t show it. Besides, he wasn’t here to steal presents, just classified government documents.

He entered the office and made quick work of finding the documents. Breaking into the safe hadn’t been easy, but nor was it terribly complex. Ian would have to upgrade his security.

He was halfway across the living room when he heard it, a small creak in the steps. He turned around to see seven year old Alex Rider standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Santa?” Alex asked sleepily.

Yassen stared at Alex for a second. He was only seven, but Yassen could tell he would grow up the spitting image of his father, John.

“Go back to sleep, Alex”, Yassen said gently but firmly.

“Did you like the cookies?”

“Yes, they were delicious. Now go back to bed so you can open your presents in the morning.”

Alex nodded sleepily and slowly made his way upstairs. Yassen waited until he heard Alex’s door close before he once again began making his way out of the house.

i dont know how i came to break my art hiatus for this bullshit but here you go

*cue cacophony off swearing from yassen and a quick sprint out the door*

[kaiwewi]

Their First Villain

Secret Santa gift for @the-modern-typewriter Prompt: "Scary villain x hero in a Christmas setting of your [the writer's] choice. Could go spicy, could go whumpy, could go unexpectedly sweet!" Hope you like this! Merry Christmas!! 🎅🎁

“You recognised me,” the villain observes, his tone unnaturally flat. His face betrays no emotion.

“Kinda hard not to, with your…” – the hero tilts their head at where the villain’s magic continues to spread, coiling around their limbs and securely fixing them in place – “…snake thingies?”

The individual tendrils really do vaguely resemble snakes, although the magic in its entirety reminds them more of some writhing alien monster plant from an old Sci-fi B-movie whose title they cannot remember. It’s not a good comparison anyway. The movie hadn’t been scary at all.

They experimentally try to wrestle one of their arms free, but despite the magic’s apparent fluidity, the moment they push or pull in any direction, whatever give appeared to be there all but disappears and they can’t move a millimetre.

“Oh.” The villain’s eyes widen. “You can see it.”

“See it. Feel it. Didn’t expect it to be this hot.”

An awkward pause follows.

They are decidedly not blushing. It’s just warm. All of them is so warm now that the villain’s powers have moulded themselves around the hero like something liquid but alive. Wherever the tendrils touch bare skin – their ungloved hands and that area just above their ankles where their pants don’t quite meet the rims of their boots – the raw energy buzzes, prickles just short of stinging.

They’d been shivering just minutes ago in their much too thin poncho and the not seasonally appropriate Agency office uniform. Well, they still are shivering, just no longer from the cold.

Where the villain’s magic is fever-hot, his scrutiny runs icy.

“You can see it, but not fight it,” he muses. “How curious. The Agency must be understaffed to send their defenceless little office drones out into the field.”

The hero would be glaring if the villain weren’t underscoring the point by pulling his magic tighter with the mere flick of a finger. That small, anxious sound that escapes them in response brings a self-satisfied grin to the villain’s lips.

“It’s Christmas,” the hero says, once the magic has settled again.

The villain raises a brow.

“Most of the regulars are on holiday, Christmas being a time best spent with family … or so I’m told.”

“Yet you are working.”

“Don’t have anyone.” They aren’t technically without family just … Sometimes, family isn’t a place of refuge and welcome. Not a home to turn to for holiday celebrations or company. Some families fashion themselves exclusive clubs with strict rules that refuse or revoke memberships as they please. The hero forces some levity into their tone. “I have nowhere else to be today, so, I’m helping out here.”

The villain chuckles. “Helping is perhaps not what I would call that.”

“Hey, I did recognise you,” they say, defensively.

“And look where that got you.” His smile is sharper than before, meaner. “Am I your first villain? My heartfelt condolences.”

They don’t dignify that with an answer. But the answer is yes. The villains they watched being interrogated through one-way mirrors at HQ don't count.

“Pity,” the villain says with zero warmth, “that you couldn’t just look the other way. What is it with you people that you're always so eager to cause unnecessary conflict.”

“Reporting suspicious behaviour is kind of my job.” It comes out barely above a whisper and carries the distinct cadence of an apology.

“Ah yes, and my mere existence struck you as suspicious behaviour because …”

Admittedly, once they’d recognised the villain, they hadn’t taken the time to consider his appearance beyond the magic he’d been wearing around his shoulders like a particularly weaponizable scarf. The lack of a combat suit in favour of a sleek, dark coat over a woollen jumper and cargo joggers – either an outfit designed to blend in or just what the villain happens to like to wear when he isn’t working – hadn’t registered any more than the total absence of weaponry other than his powers. And while he could have hidden those better, it’s not like he could have simply left them at home.

There hadn’t been time to ponder. It had all happened so fast. Their eyes had met, and a moment later the hero had already been scrambling away from the crowd, past a stall selling mulled wine and into the nearest alley, where they’d scrolled through their contacts with stiff, unfeeling fingers. The villain had caught up with them before they’d managed to call for backup.

Their gaze darts to the remnants of their smashed phone, sprinkled across the muddy snow, mere metres away but entirely useless even if they could reach it.

What if the villain hadn’t had anything nefarious planned? What if the hero’s brain had naturally jumped to the most prejudiced conclusion all on its own?

Of course, it is unfair to treat his mere presence as if it is a crime. But the things he could do ...

They think about the parents with their cameras, filming their ice-skating children, the squealing toddlers on the merry-go-round, the nice old ladies selling tea out of the back of a car.

“You could be a danger to all those innocent people,” they defend their judgement.

“And you could be a danger to me,” the villain replies coolly. “Would be unwise, letting someone roam free who can pick me out of a crowd with a glance. Perhaps I should thank you for revealing yourself. Very ill-advised. But quite convenient. You were so obvious about it, too.”

He has crossed the distance between them while speaking. Close enough now to reach out and tuck an unruly strand of hair behind their ear with his cold, slender fingers. His other hand settles almost gently on their throat, atop the magic that has slivered around their neck at some point during the conversation.

The tip of a new tendril is in the process of worming its way lower, nestling into the collar of their shirt. It laps against the crook of their neck and they cringe away from the touch as much as the magic allows. It doesn’t hurt. It would be so much easier if it did. The touch is light; it kind of tickles and, given the overall direness of the situation, the hero really isn’t in the mood for that. Or, they shouldn’t be.

Unhelpfully, their traitorous mind supplies them with a thoroughly inappropriate image of what else someone who isn’t the enemy could be doing to them with magic such as this.

“Tell me,” the villain says as the power shifts upwards, tilting their chin back with the movement, so his nails can bite into the newly exposed skin below their jaw, “is there anything else troublesome about you, or is it just the eyes?”

He looks most pleased when their breath hitches despite their best efforts to remain stoic. His grip tightens. He’s studying them intently, staring at their eyes like those are priced gems he considers adding to his collection.

Maybe, underneath the mockery, he actually does consider them somewhat of a threat. If he didn’t, why would he be looking at them like that.

It’s stupid, truly and utterly stupid, to feel flattered. This is not respect, they know, just sharp, calculating consideration. His attention promises imminent danger, might turn lethal at any second. It’s not something they should revel in. Still, it feels good, too – being seen.

Has anyone ever really seen them before?

Or perhaps that is the lack of oxygen speaking.

They struggle to focus their vision but all the twinkling Christmas lights in the trees are starting to smudge into dull, red and golden blurs. Vertigo is clawing at them.

There is absolutely nothing they can do against the villain's grip. They're so pitifully out of their depth.

They think about their bland, only half-furnished two-room apartment; their first day at the Agency HQ; their nth day – no more eventful than the first – sitting at the exact same desk in the exact same office and working on the exact same old computer; their colleagues’ looks of pity when their 14th application for a transfer to field work is being denied and their boss tells them, in stern admonishment, that their skill sets just aren’t suited to solo missions. They think about her condescending smile when she finally does assign them the Christmas market job, clearly convinced the worst thing that could possibly happen here is people getting drunk enough on punch to start throwing punches.

They think of their first split-second impression of the villain as just another guy standing by the ice rink with a cup of something steaming in his hands and a mellow, unguarded smile curving his lips.

They hope this montage doesn’t count as their life flashing before their eyes. It’s way too sad a summary of their depressing lack of accomplishments.

They think, with equal parts age-old bitterness and new-found sarcastic vindication, about their colleagues’ infantile, unofficial, end-of-the-year office rankings where flashier heroes with more impressive abilities always receive titles such as most likely to hook up with a hot reporter or most epic battle or best one-liners.

Meanwhile, all the hero has to show for are three consecutive wins of least likely to die on the job.

Which might have been a reassuring sentiment if it weren’t so clearly code for “you’ll never be a real hero”. Real heroes risk their lives on the job all the time.

Well, look at them now!

Will their colleagues manage to come up with a new title for them in time, they wonder, if the villain kills them now, just a week before this year’s poll results will be released?

Most unexpected death has a nice ring to it.

They should be trembling in terror. Might have, if the villain’s magic weren’t encasing them so – tight but soft and deceptively warm, lulling them in. The sticky heat of it leaves them squirming, stuck in a confusing limbo between gooey not-quite-discomfort and hot-bath sluggishness.

They’re drifting. Until they’re not.

It’s impossible to discern how much time has passed or when exactly the villain has released them; but their thoughts are beginning to clear and their brain catches up to the fact that there is air in their lungs again, and that the breathless, hiccuping gasps uncontrollably tumbling out of their mouth aren’t sobs. It’s laughter.

“Are you enjoying this?” The villain sounds incredulous.

They shake their head. “I don’t know,” they manage, between hysterical giggles. “Maybe. Yes?”

“How did you know I wouldn’t kill you?”

“I didn’t.”

That startles a short laugh out of him.

“I’ve never” – they pant, still struggling for air – “felt this alive before.”

“That sounds ... unhealthy.”

There is a long pause in which the villain silently stares at them while they are more or less regaining control over their breathing.

“You wouldn’t get it,” they say then, perfectly aware they must seem most unhinged. “Bet you don't even know what boredom is. Because your life is fun. Mine is not. I practically live at my stupid job, and my stupid job doesn't even pay well. No one there gives a fuck about me. And nothing exciting ever happens. So can I please just have this one damn moment without being judged?”

The villain hums, low. “And here I thought we were ruining each other’s days.” He presses a hand to their forehead. “Did the heat fry your synapses?” he asks, sounding more amused than concerned. His other hand comes up to cup the nape of their neck, as if he can’t help but reach out. Just as they can’t help but lean into the cooling touch. His gaze drops, as if drawn, to their lips. “Or, are you just naturally this unusual?”

They can smell gingerbread and mulled wine on his breath.

“Are you going to kiss me?” they ask, because yes their synapses are definitely fried and they do not care about consequences, awkwardness, or sanity anymore.

“Would you like me to kiss you?”

“I’d certainly much rather be kissed than killed. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” he repeats, smirking. “But we've established I’m not about to kill you. And that wasn’t a yes.”

“It’s not a no either.”

“Not how consent works, darling.”

They scoff. “You didn’t ask for consent first when you strangled me five minutes ago.”

The villain laughs again, in genuine delight judging by how his magic ripples and purrs.

“Okay, fair enough,” he whispers, shifting so his lips almost brush theirs.

The kiss that follows is sweet, surprisingly chaste, and initiated by the hero.

“So, since you mentioned earlier you have nowhere else to be today,” the villain says, afterwards, mischief gleaming in his eyes. “Have you ever had the pleasure of being kidnapped?”

Pleasure, as it turns out over the course of the next few hours, is an understatement.

If anyone at the office were to find out what the hero has been up to during their first (and best) and possibly only solo field mission, not only are they guaranteed to get fired, their colleagues will also surely create an entirely new office ranking category in their honour:

First to be seduced by a supervillain.

[holylulusworld]

Two Souls - A Christmas snippet

Summary: Bucky Barnes and the winter soldier are your mate. Life with them is easy cause none of them would ever let anyone hurt you.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader; Alpha!Winter Soldier (Barnie/Winter) x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, fluff, true mates, protective Bucky/Winter Soldier, pregnant omega

A/N: Before part 3 finally drops, we are getting a little Christmas snippet.

Catch up here: Two Souls (2) - One Love

Bucky watches you with worry. Like Barnie, he is constantly concerned about you. Not only because you’re carrying their babies.

“She’s in the kitchen for too long. We should stop her from stressing over baking cookies.”

Barnie nods thoughtfully. He knows how much baking cookies means to you. You love Christmas, and expecting two babies with the alphas you love, made you even more nostalgic.

You want to indulge in all the traditions you loved as a child: baking cookies, decorating the house, listening to the most awful Christmas songs, and cooking for your family.

“We will help her,” Barnie finally says. He was watching you with fascination. It will be the first Christmas he can celebrate as his own person, not hidden in the back of Bucky’s mind. “I want to make cookies.”

He walks into the kitchen to look at the dough you rolled out.

“What’s this?” Barnie points at the snowman cookie cutter. “It looks like a—” He frowns while trying to find the right word. He still has problems finding the right words sometimes. It will take more time to learn all the things he missed out on while being trapped in Bucky’s mind.

“Snowman, alpha,” you softly say and grab his hand to place the cookie cutter in the palm of his hand. “See, this will turn the cookies into a cute snowman.”

“Snowman,” he repeats the word, smiling. “I like snowmen…I think. They are made of snow and only live in winter. I was Winter too…”

“Yeah,” you chuckle as Barnie looks at you like a puppy. “You were Winter too, Barnie. You still are.”

He grins now. “Winter is here to stay.”

“Alright kids,” Bucky walks into the kitchen, feeling left out. He stands to your left, while Barnie stands to your right, still looking at all the cookie cutters. “What are we making? Did you sit enough today and have a rest?”

“I sat the whole morning, Bucky,” you giggle, and throw some flour at him. “I’m fine, really. No pain, no exhaustion. I know my body. The babies sleep right now, and I want to finish the cookies.”

“We will help,” he says and grabs one of the cutters. Your alpha chuckles because the cutter looks like a tiny version of his metal arm. “Uh—is that my metal arm?” Bucky furrows his brows and looks at you.

“Yeah.” You shrug. “It’s a custom-made cookie cutter. Tony made them all for me.”

“A snowflake,” Barnie sounds like an excited child while holding the cutter in his hand. It looks like a wonder to him, and he feels his heart flutter. “That’s me, right?” He looks at you. “I’m Winter, and that’s a winter cookie cutter.”

“Yeah,” you reply, smiling. “I know you have a new name now, but the snowflake reminded me of you and the time we spent together when you were still Winter, Barnie.”

“I like it,” he presses the snowflake to his chest, smiling at Bucky. “I got my own cookie cutter.”

“Me too, punk,” Bucky laughs. “How about we cut those cookies with our cookie cutters? I bet I can cut more cookies than you in a minute.”

Barnie purses his lips and says, “I can cut more.”

You sigh deeply. “Alphas, no competition again! We want to enjoy baking cookies.” You give both alphas a stern look.

Both kiss one cheek to calm you. Giggling, you watch them choose their favorite cutter. Barnie goes for the snowflakes while Bucky chooses the tiny version of his metal arm.

“No competition, Barnie. Let’s bake cookies with our omega. Later, we can rub her feet and feed her with the cookies.”

Barnie nods eagerly. He cannot wait to rub your belly and feel the babies kick him.

“Winter will talk to the babies again. They need to know we are here to protect them.”

Tags in reblog.

[chaos-bear]

Harry tipped his head back with a deep breath and looked up, knowing Voldemort would follow suit. Above them, a bundle of mistletoe with beautiful white berries and a red ribbon bow slowly unfurled.

"Mistletoe," Harry whispered. He looked back at Voldemort, whose eyes widened and throat bobbed as he swallowed. His eyes flicked down to Harry's lips, hands tightening where they grasped his arms.

The golden thread between them tightened and hummed with power, and an ache formed in Harry's chest that urged him forward.

(artwork commissioned from Basia Tluchak)

This man had been inside his head ever since he could remember, but he'd never felt so close as right now.

A flood of golden warmth washed through them, wringing a gasp from them both. Harry pulled back slightly, and Voldemort chased him, capturing his lips again for a deeper, longer kiss. He tasted like chocolate.

A Golden Thread by Chaos_Bear

4k | Teen+ | Harry/Voldemort

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

I was gonna post a holiday snippet for supercorp, but honestly the only thing I could think of is Kara just looking at Lena. Like, you know how soft a person's face looks when its lit only by the glow of the multi-colored lights on a Christmas tree? I just want Kara looking at Lena as they sit on opposite sides of the couch, not from an argument, but because they're comfy enough to spread out in their own space occasionally. And Kara just sits and gazes at her partner, taking in the softened lines of Lena's features, which are equally content as she looks at the tree, lost in thought.

Kara can't begin to fathom what those thoughts might be, but it honestly doesn't matter. They're here, they're together, and that's all she needs.

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[spoilers below cut]

I KNEW IT!!! I knew that one of the two episodes left of the year had to be a holiday one aha!! *LE GASP* does that mean the last one will be sonic 3?

*nods* respect ��

A Christmas special with TARI, oooh! and noticeably a shorter one too, huh. alright, let's-a GOOOOOOOO

(the following is my live reaction:)

aww, look at Tari being adorable (see that's how you get me, have my favorite characters do cute little hops and my life is yours)

bringing back the side characters LET'S GOOOO

CLENCH omg you're back I hope you can stay for the whole episode

ooooh tari's christmas list just dropped. hmmm let's see...

Saiko = KFC Theme Guitar (honestly slay) Mario = Spaghetti Necklace (whether he's going to wear or eat it, he'll enjoy it regardless) Kaizo = Scythe Polish Luigi = Gardening Kit SMG4 = Body Oder Spray (my man can't catch a break, "he stinks" canon) Belle = Nintendo Switch Case SMG3 = Dog Grooming Kit (for Eggdog awwww) Melony = How to draw Manga book (nice callback to "SMG4 and SMG3 Shop For Cursed Items" episode for Christmas shopping) Whimpu = Glasses Repair Kit Boopkins = Body Pillow Cleaning Kit (...) Bob = Karaoke Machine (that's actually sweet considering he is a rapper and the obvious choice would be a gun or smth, tari's a good friend) Rob = Corn Keychain

the cliche superhero transition *wheeze*

can I just say I love the fit Mario has on

1920's spaghetti?

i did not expect to see Sonic 06 (foreshadowing, eh?) and as a sonic fan, i gotta respect the hustle

now, i know it's supposed to be disgusting and you obviously have to put gross things here to convey that but... there's that eye imagery again.... *flashbacks ensue*

oooh Christmas party! I wanna see that!

aww tari did get clench a glove, maybe she didn't want to spoil the surprise too soon

also let's take a moment for that board in the bg:

"Random Text Here Shameless Advertising Happy Birthday smg4!" then something signed by a "Fan"

gotta love the small details

gonna be using this as a reaction pic for now on

Mario, don't you guys have a basement? pretty sure no one will grab the bag in there

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG OMG THERE'S NO WAY THIS IS REAL THEY ACTUALLY USED CANTRO'S OUTFIT DESIGN FOR THIS EPISODE THAT'S AWESOME DUDE (am aware that the Team used the model before in a previous ep but it was only shown for a few seconds, this is BIG)

new merch, eh?

...i'll take your entire stock

Oh Tari, it's okay to say no. Four did ask if you had time

beautiful commercial....wha? Bob, da hell are you doing? oh the usual

charity? understandable, have a good day

PFFT HAHAHAHA that grenade bit somehow got me

oh Four somehow teleported outside, chair and all

*wheeze* the way they just latch on the back of the cop car like that

BOOPKINS? ...yeah I should've seen that coming. and he's on a toddler seat too

question for the people: is UNO a board game? if not, then boopkins, you got it wrong buddy

RIGHT NOW?! boopkins she's got her hands full

GEEZ even I'm getting stressed

gonna be real here: it was actually a good choice to have the plot at a faster pace just so we could feel Tari's stress rapidly building up

oh hey Meggy's matching with Mario (love that for the M&M siblings) but Saiko, girl, please get yourself a coat :( you're gonna freeze

OH GOD Tari, i need you to breathe please! all of this is stressing you out, it's okay to say no

...oh no

i can't look dude, i know Tari's technically fulfilling everyone's wishes but this isn't the way to go :(

C'MON TARI, HOPE YOU CAN MAKE IT IN TIME PLEASE

NO NO NO *flips table* oh poor Tari

OH NO CAN I GIVE HER A HUG PLEASE? *shakes my laptop screen* LET ME INNNNNNN

WTF NO SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS

TARI DON'T LISTEN TO THOSE VOICES IN YOUR MIND, YOU ARE A GOOD FRIEND

...three? let me turn the brightness up

yeah that's Four's model but for some reason has Three's voice and line.... huh... (I'll come back to this later)

dude, i literally had to pause and leave the room

fuck you got me tearing up. Team, is that what you wanted from me?

no tari, it wasn't your fault :( you didn't ruin anything

YES TELL HER, SAIKO

STAWP I'M THIS 🤏 CLOSE TO FULL-ON SOBBING WTF

FAMILY IS FOUND 👏👏👏

...wha? Three?

wait, this whole episode was you were retelling what happened to Tari, to Eggdog?

...that actually puts things in a whole new context (I'll talk about it later)

*gets hit by the book*

AY Congrats to Mango for your art being featured in the end credits! 🎉 what an awesome Christmas gift from the Team honestly

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

This was a fantastic Christmas special! This really punched me in the gut (but in a good way). Everything, as always, was amazing. Excellent job, Team!!! Too bad Clench couldn't be in the whole episode.

Oh Tari, my girl :( I felt the emotional rollercoaster along with her and I just wanted to give her a giant hug.

Me 🤝 Tari → people pleasers with a dose of abandonment issues

Tari, I've been there and I promise your friends aren't gonna leave you. What you can offer, what you're able to, that is worth something. It doesn't need to be material, just being a part of their lives is enough. No matter how big, because to them, it could mean a lot more than what you think.

It's what I've been struggling too, that the people who have approached me only wanted what I could offer, but not as a person. And it takes time to heal and open up again to people who are worth opening up to, but you'll get there.

So, to remind you (yes, the one behind the screen): you are enough. We are enough. What you do, means a lot more to other people than what you think. You'd be surprised how much a second of your presence means to people, and they value that. It's why it's okay to say no when you aren't able to, they'll understand if they truly do care for you. I promise, time will come around for you to find the good ones.

That's why I love this show. It isn't just a "silly meme show", it's so much more than that. Yes, it does have its funny moments but it can be emotional, dramatic, exciting. And even relatable. That's the point of stories. Like I said countless times before:

Every story, no matter how outlandish it seems, is grounded in reality.

That's why I'm glad this was one of the last episodes of the year, to bring it all back that it's a story that we all can relate to in some way. That we aren't alone. Grab each other by the hand and take one day at a time.

Oh boy, sorry for that emotional stuff. Just wanted to bring some comfort 💙 With that, I'm gonna bring back what was the most interesting of this episode: SMG3

It wasn't until the very end that we realized this whole episode was Three retelling Tari's story not only to Eggdog but also to Terrance.

(If I remember the layout correctly, right in the same nook above the fireplace is where Terrance's photo is placed)

So, yes, he is reading a bedtime story to both of his sons. (just gonna cry in the corner for a second) He's such a dad 🥺

Anyway, i shall put my theorist goggles on:

Back in the part when Tari was too late to buy the Crew presents and the voices in her head were bashing her for failing, we have SMG3 for some reason come in:

To be clear, that's Four's model (notice the lack of chip of the cap) but Three is the one saying: "And I thought I was evil..." Other than being the narrator, Three wasn't in the story, so the question is why?

The obvious would be that the Team simply made a mistake and forgot that they placed this in. Ok, sure, that's if it was on accident. But what if they did it on purpose?

As Three stated in the episode "Trash Friends", he truly believes he's "the worst version of SMG4"

Think about it: the basic roles for them are Four as the hero and Three as a villain.

If Three was ever in an episode all of a sudden is because he is the negative force of the story. Recall back to the episode "Meme Hunters" when Three was forced to be "the conflict" of the episode.

Now, it may seem harmless but to him, he was afraid to be perceived as nothing more than "SMG4's cheap and worst copy"

And also in "You Used to Be Cool", people have noticed when he does lay back a bit from the usual villain/rival role and bash him saying, "This isn't you."

Hero or villain, you're seen differently by everybody

Then there was the whole "moral of the story" part:

Ofc, it's a whole thing that Three refuses time after time that he's not friends with the Crew

Now with the context that we have, we just got a peek into Three's fears/insecurities. Basically: if he opens up and accepts that he has friends, they might try and take advantage of him. So, what should he do? Close himself off, be an asshole, and deny, deny, deny.

Despite risking literally everything, INCLUDING HIS OWN LIFE, for them, he's doing this to protect himself from emotional harm when he's the most vulnerable.

There's indeed a trope that villains, especially redeemed ones, would have a sense of empathy of some kind. They know what's like to hit rock bottom, it's why they can empathize with the people who least deserve it, like Tari. (Even with Four back in IGBP.) So yes, as much as this is a story about Tari, it also relates to Three.

How can you have what you want when you're the one holding yourself back?

Three: "I also need love, understanding, and tenderness." [IGBP movie, Spanish dub] Three: " I just want the USB in that spaghetti in your stomach so I can use it to gain fame and love that SMG4 has too much of, okay?!" Mario: "...Is that it? Silly SMG3, you could of just told Mario instead of suppressing your inner emotions and your fear of being forever forgotten." [Trash Friends]

I mean, look at the last episode, he was so happy to know he got fanart.

The pressure he has, the role he has to play, what he's perceived as. It all affects him. Sure, he doesn't care that he's not perceived as the standard definition of a villain but he is really as human as he can be, with fears and desires.

Another way to see the "failure" part of the episode is that Three could never see Four in a negative light. Sure, Four has made terrible mistakes but past the YouTube Arc, Three has never seen Four as a villain (again, the role of the hero thing). Four is flawed just as he is, but since he's the one telling Tari's story, he replaces Four with himself in the narrative.

It's not confirmed it's because he cares about Four in this instant but it's obvious he has done it on purpose. All because that's the role he plays, one he absolutely fears, "an evil and worst copy of Four".

(For all we know, he might've altered some other things in the story we haven't even known about.)

AND the fact that he's telling it like a bedtime story to his son(s) as a warning, so they don't go through what he went through when he was younger (his whole parenting of reminding them that they're loved and appreciated for even the smallest things)

So, long story short: me 🤝 Tari 🤝 SMG3 → underlining abandonment issues

I've been noticing that a lot of points from past episodes are starting to resurface again (like IGBP) and I do hope we get to bring back what's going on with Three. Then, we might get Three having the same conclusion that Tari went through: as much as he wants to deny it to protect himself, he'll realize that it's okay to be vulnerable and have friends.

And he'd be surprised how much of what he did was valuable to them. That what he seeks is already right in front of him. After all, he's already part of the Crew :)

He would just have to let himself avert his view and see the truth.

[yuesya]

Hagaike shifts nervously in his seat, curiosity and anticipation flickering in his chest.

As a swordsmith who is responsible for creating weapons for demon slayers to use, there are many swords that Hagaike has forged over the years. He is the son of a long line of swordsmiths, each of whom had worked tirelessly to shape different swords from the sun-blessed ores of the Sunlight Mountain.

It is both a duty and an honor to forge swords for demon slayers.

And it is even more of an honor to be chosen to forge a sword for a Pillar.

Technically, from what Hagaike has heard, the one that he was commissioned to create a weapon for wasn’t actually a Pillar. But this was the mysterious demon slayer who’d been the one to kill Upper Moon Three, a feat that hasn’t been accomplished in… like, ever!

And if the rumors were true? They hadn’t even used a nichirin blade at the time.

How amazing was that?

It’s an honor to be deemed skillful enough to create a weapon for such an individual. Hagaike was confident that the sword he created would serve them well in their future battles.

“Apologies for the wait, Hagaike-san.”

“Kocho-sama!” Hagaike straightens, and bows towards the Insect Pillar who’s just appeared by the doorway. “It’s no trouble, I haven’t been waiting long.”

How surprising. Hagaike hadn’t expected to see the Insect Pillar herself on his trip to deliver his sword… but maybe he should’ve expected it, considering that it’s the Butterfly Estate that he’s meeting the mysterious new demon slayer in.

Following a few steps behind Kocho-sama, there is another person who enters the room.

The first thing that strikes Hagaike about her is how young she is. This girl… she looks like she’s around Tokito-sama’s age. And her appearance–

The white hair reminds him of Oyakata-sama’s wife, Amane-sama. Pale skin, delicate features. If one were to tell Hagaike that this girl was the young daughter of a noble family, Hagaike would believe them. Demon slayer is not the first descriptor that comes to mind when seeing her.

But the most arresting feature about her is her eyes. Dark blue eyes that almost seem to glow with a faint red-violet light around the pupils, in a way that sends an inexplicable chill down Hagaike’s spine for no reason at all.

The swordsmith swallows roughly.

“… waiting for you. This is Gojo Shiki, who was just recruited by Oyakata-sama as the newest member of the Demon Slayer Corps for her feat of killing Upper Moon Three.”

Hagaike snaps back to attention, and bows. “It’s an honor to meet you, Gojo-sama.”

“Just ‘Gojo-san’ is fine,” the young girl’s voice is soft and toneless, but somehow lilting all the same. “You’re the swordsmith I was told to wait for?”

“I-I am.” Hastily, Hagaike retrieves the cloth-wrapped bundle that he’s carrying, and carefully presents it to the demon slayer.

Gojo Shiki accepts the weapon from him, allowing the cloth to fall onto the ground.

Her fingers close around the hilt, and Hagaike cannot help the way that he leans forward eagerly. Aside from their demon-slaying properties, there is another unique aspect to nichirin swords –when first drawn by a wielder, they will change into a distinct, different color.

What kind of color would the sword of the one who’d killed Upper Moon Three turn into? Hagaike is dying to know.

…

“… Why isn’t the color changing at all?!”

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

cw pet whump, implied drugging, intimate whumper, conditioned whumpee, slightly suggestive

"What did you wish for this Christmas, kitten?" Whumper asked, loosening their tie. They were still fully dressed in their work clothes, while their pet was wearing soft, holiday themed pajamas.

They gave Whumper a sweet smile from their place on the couch, holding a mug of hot chocolate. "Snow."

Whumper chuckled, pulling off their tie and kicking off their shoes before joining Whumpee on the couch. "That's precious, honey. Well, it might not get that cold, but—" They pulled a small bag from their jacket pocket and held it up for their pet to see. "Close enough."

Whumpee made a soft noise of disagreement, holding their hot chocolate closer as though it would keep them safe. "Please, Master, you know I don't like that."

"You said you wanted snow, hm?" Whumper teased, reaching out to stroke Whumpee's hair. "Besides, I like how it makes you. I like seeing you all spacey, not worrying like you do all the time. I like when you're easy."

Whumpee looked up at them through their lashes. "Can we watch a Christmas movie first? And cuddle?"

The smirk on Whumper's face was replaced with a more earnest smile, and they kissed Whumpee's cheek. "Of course, kitten. We can make some cookies, too, if you want."

"Yes, please," Whumpee said, face lighting up. "And more hot chocolate?"

"Sure, honey," Whumper agreed. "It is Christmas Eve, after all."

[velcrodoesstuffsometimes]

Hero and Villain on chirstmas!! [2]

Part 1!

Major fluff ahead ^^

-

When hero wakes up, they're tied up with chirstmas tree lights and blind folded with wrapping paper.

Okay, so a normal Wednesday and a cheap kidnapping.

They move to see if they can escape, also to see. How easy it is to escape. Hero barely squirms before the lights slide off with ease. Which tells hero two things: one, it's villain who kidnapped them and two, villain just wanted to be an inconvenience.

After they easily escape the shitty binds, they remove the blindfold and take in their surroundings.

It's bright and colorful, a tree in the corner of the room, soft brown couches, decorated to the brim. On the coffee table are a few gadets that very clearly do not work, a speaker, a candle, amd two stockings.

If hero didn't know any better they'd day that they're in a living room. But surely villain isn't that stupid!

...right...?

Heros question is quickly answered when Villain steps into the room with two bowls of soup and hot coco balancing on their head.... oh nevermind its magic holding the cups up, a soft white glow around the cups.

"Hero! You're up! Hopefully I didn't hit you in the head super hard, how do you feel?" Villain asks, placing the soup on the coffee table. Hero looks at the kitchen where villain emerged from.

This dumbass really brought hero to their apartment...

"Uh.. I'm good... I guess- hey- um, so is this your aparment?" Hero cuts right to the chase, curious and intrigued that someone can be so dumb... especially a villain! To be fair though, it is their Villain.

"..."

"..." hero raises a brow.

"..."

"...this is your apartment, isn't it...?" It was more of a statement than a question. Hero glances at the broken gadets on the coffee table that look like villain was trying to fix.

Villain let's out a weak, nervous laugh and hero audibly groans in pure disappointment. They roll their head back and finally get up from the floor, sitting next to villain on the couch.

"I'm sorry! I was feeling festive and I forgot j had you in my car! When I remembered you were there, I was already home! I wasn't gonna leave you in the car, that's mean!"

The hero cups the villains face, the touch is gentle, tender, and firm all at once. They bring villain close, gaze hard.

"You are a villain! You are supposed to be mean! How did you even get this job! You can't build a trap to save your life, litterally might I add, you get caught in your own traps, I've seen you trip over your own feet, and you don't know how to even fix a weapon!" Hero scolds, but there's no hatred or cruelty behind the words. Instead, it's full of something the villain can't quite understand. Fondness? Maybe even appreciation.

Villains stupidity does make heros job easier...

Villain looks up at hero and gives a nervous look. It's not quite a smile but it's not a frown either, it's in between. They giggle softly and place their hands over heros, who's hands are still cupping their face.

"I know, I know... but I do make your job easier, and villainy pays pretty well so honestly, I get paid for being dumb, hehe!" they giggle softly at the end. Hero smiles fondly.

"You wasted christmas lights on a shitty kidnapping, and wrapping paper as a blindfold? That's all you have?"

"Well I had my apartment in traps but I fell into one and decided maybe I should take them down. Eat your soup before it gets cold!"

"Its not poisoned is it?"

"What poison am I even supposed to use?"

"...nevermind..."

The two laugh and settle back on the couch. Villain plays some soft music, laufey for the festive mood. The goddess version of the bewitched album.

Hero looks around a little more as they eat their soup. The house is warm and decorated with a lot of plants, there's a cat resting on a cat tree, and hero can see the failed traps that villain got caught in.

"On a serious note, hero," villain begins, their voice a lot softer and serious than normal "i know you don't really celebrate these kinds of things ever since you lost your parents, but if you'd like... you could maybe... celebrate with me?" Villain asks shyly, blushing as they do.

Hero smiles at the shy tone in villains voice, turning their head to face Villain. The scene is rather romantic the hero realizes... the music, the food, the decorations, the warm air, the dimly lit apartment, and even the cat.

"We can put our work aside, just one more time..." the villain adds on after a few seconds of hero not saying anything.

"These 'one more time''s are really adding up." The Hero says fondly, villain doesn't think hero has ever spoken to them in any tone other than fondness. "But, in any case, I'd like that. I'd love it actually... maybe it won't hurt to try to celebrate again" Heros voice is soft, but a different kind of soft...

It's the kind of soft you'd use when talking to an alley cat, the soft that parents use on their kids when talking about their childhoods, the soft that makes you reminisce on the past, the soft that's full of memory.

The best kind of soft.

Villain smiles brightly and hugs hero tightly. "Great! Cause I bought you a few gifts! You should invite your siblings, spread the joy with them too! I'll cook, I can make some gnarly ass mac n' cheese!" Villain states excitedly and watches hero pull out their phone.

Villain didn't even take heros phone during that "kidnapping."

---

By the end of the night, villains apartment is full of people who are asleep on the couches or one guest room with fluffy blankets and large pillows.

The apartment smells like peppermint, hot coco, and gingerbread. The TV, which has been playing soft christmas music, is the only light in the whole house.

But where are Hero and Villain?

Cuddled on villains bed with soft smiles, full bellies, and surrounded by the people they love the most.

Especially loving eachother.

[wwasted]

last line tag

tagged by @feyd-meowtha and @polifandom (so much love to u both, thank u for keeping me fed during these winter months)

here is some christmas fic that's not really christmas themed, but I hope to post by christmas lmao

When the man pulls his dick out of Gale’s mouth, there’s nothing left he can do but fall back ungracefully onto his haunches, taking deep breaths. His throat feels so fucked out he thinks he’ll feel it for days. Far after he leaves this airport and the man behind. He’s so out of it that he can’t even find it in himself to care that his softening dick is bunched up weirdly in the waistband of his underwear. He feels like he’s slowly falling back to Earth on a bed of plush clouds, not so sure whether that feeling is because the sleep deprivation is fully catching up to him now that he’s exerted himself so thoroughly or whether it’s because he just came so hard he thinks he blacked out for a minute when the stranger’s voice cuts through his post-orgasmic haze like a knife. “Do you think my coffee will still be there?” Disoriented, Gale can’t help but glance up from his sprawl, one eyebrow already raised in astonishment at the choice of opening. The first few times he tries to speak, his voice comes out so croaky and indistinguishable that he has to stop and continuously clear his throat. The man just waits patiently the whole time, his now flaccid dick just hanging there, like this is a completely normal conversation. “If it’s not, I’m sure you can buy another.” “Yeah, but I already paid 8 dollars for that one. My name’s Bucky, by the way. Bucky Egan.” The last part is enough to knock Gale totally out of his stupor. He’s well aware his face probably looks like he’s speed running through the five stages of grief, his mind repeatedly getting stuck on the thought that this is probably why you should learn the names of people you fuck before you get down on your knees for them in an airport bathroom. Because wouldn’t it be Gale’s luck that they walk out of his bathroom to cops waiting for them, and then he has to explain to a jury that he ruined his life so he could suck the cock of some guy named Bucky.

tagging @swifty-fox @wayrad @donotnomi @constanthaunt (not me using this as an excuse to get snippets from ongoing fics I'm obsessed with ksdsksdka no pressure tho!!)

[neon-kazoo]

A Very Special Lighting

The hero awoke with a groan. Their head was pounding, their body was freezing, and something was very, very wrong.

The first thing they noticed was an offensively loud countdown from what sounded like a cacophony of voices.

They(?) yelled excitedly, “THREE!…TWO!…”

The second thing that they noticed was that they were not horizontal—how one would typically wake up in the morning. Instead, they were vertical, and something was now insultingly bright for what they presumed to be dawn.

“ONE!!!”

Roaring cheers followed closely with the end of the suspicious countdown. Hero had barely had time to consider covering their ears before another one of their senses was assaulted, this time by the onslaught of light. They automatically blinked the blurs out of their eyes and were met with starbursts of twinkling yellow.

Were those…Christmas lights?

All their limbs were lost in the glow. They tried to move but found that they couldn’t. With what little sensation they held, they surmised there were some kind of restraints keeping their legs and arms spread like a starfish.

No, not a starfish.

A star.

Below them laid hundreds of green branches that stretched out to the edges of the square in the city’s center. Hundreds more dots (people?) lined around the ginormous skirt.

They were stuck on top of a giant Christmas tree.

And, if they weren’t mistaken,…they were the topper.

As if their day(…night?) couldn’t get any better, one aforementioned dot started to enlarge, making the flight up several stories to their level. They groaned in realization as the figure approached.

Hero only knew one dastardly mastermind who could fly.

Villain stopped to float only a few feet in front of them, greeting gleefully, “Hero! I’m so glad you could make it to the lighting ceremony! This is a very special day for lots of children, you know.”

Hero gaped, though they doubted their face could be seen with the intensity of the light source behind and around them.

Since when did Villain care about children?

And more importantly, since when did Villain have a beard?!

Fluffy white hair flowed down from their chin, and it took Hero a moment to connect the cherry red suit and matching floppy hat, not to mention the extra padding surrounding their midsection that looked far too impractical to be used as protection in a fight.

Villain was dressed as Santa.

Villain was dressed as Santa.

Their head pulsed again with pain. Feelings of confliction flooded their thoughts as they watched the joy swim below them.

They knew they should be focusing on taking down Villain but…would that…(and they couldn’t believe they were thinking this) ruin it?

They asked the only question they could think of, muttering the words through ridiculously chapped lips and chattering teeth, “What- what time is it?”

“Midnight, silly!”

Right. They were supposed to be watching this on TV right now, from the warmth of their heated blanket with a homemade mug of hot chocolate. As much as they would have loved to participate in the ceremony, this was…definitely not what they would have had in mind. A plan of their own would have involved a lot more marshmallows, and a lot less Villain.

“Are you…gonna let me down?”

“I’m afraid I don’t remember seeing that particular request on your Christmas list. Send me another letter, and I’ll see what I can do.”

Villain bellowed a rolling laugh that sounded suspiciously close to a classic ‘ho-ho-ho’. Before Hero could even begin to think of a retort to what they had suggested, Villain was already moving far enough away for them to deem the effort futile.

A bewildered Hero could only watch as they took off, having mounted a sled-looking contraption that they carried with them into the sky, led by several floating deer-looking animals, the nose of one of which was adorned with a small glowing red dot. The unmistakable sound of jingling bells followed.

Villain exclaimed merrily as they flew away into the night, “Merry Christmas, City!”

Apparently, even villains could enjoy the holidays.

Though, if you asked Hero, Villain was enjoying this one a little too much.

[holylulusworld]

Our beautiful Christmas - Snippet (2)

Summary: You and Bucky spend your first Christmas together.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Plussized!Reader

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Sam Wilson

Warnings: language, established relationship, fluff

A/N: I just couldn’t let them go. I’ll write more for them. For now, here’s another Christmas snippet.

Our Christmas - Snippet (1)

You are beautiful masterlist

“Uh—where do you want to put the snowman and its family?” Steve asks. He looks around your front yard, frowning because there’s not much space left. “On the roof or do you want to give it back?”

“We won’t give the snowman and its family back!” Bucky snatches the snowman out of Steve’s hands. “How can you even think about bringing them back to the store.”

“Y/N, you should rethink your decision to live with bird brain. I think his brain short-circuited while buying the decoration.” Tony grins as you punch his upper arm. “Just saying, he’s all over the Christmas decoration.”

“It’s his first Christmas after—” You bite your tongue and glance Bucky’s way, “Everything. Bucky never had the chance to celebrate Christmas after he fell off the train. Let him have his fun.”

“Hmm…” Tony nods thoughtfully. He didn’t consider that Bucky is excited to celebrate Christmas for the first time since he’s free from Hydra’s grip. “Maybe we can find something better for the roof.”

“What? I didn’t mean that you…” You huff as Tony is halfway toward his car. “Wait! No more decoration, Tony. Please…the neighbors will think we are crazy.”

“What do you say, doll?” Bucky proudly puffs his chest. He points at the snowman and its family, smiling. “Do you like it?”

The decoration is too much, but you don’t tell Bucky so. He put his heart into decorating your front yard and the house. “I love it, Bucky!” You giggle and wink at him. “Do you think we are done for today?”

“No!” Tony runs back toward the house, and one of his robots walks beside him. “I got one more. This will be a shining star.”

“What do you mean?” You look at the robot, frowning as it flies toward the house to land next to Santa’s sleigh. “Tony, what did you do? Don’t tell me you bought more Christmas decorations!”

Tony snorts. “Buying Christmas decorations is for beginners,” he dips his head to look at the suit. “Number 68, transform. Show bird brain how to do it,” he says. The robot transforms. It turns into a Santa robot monstrosity. It plays Christmas songs and tries to look cheerful.

“What is that?” Bucky grunts. “Hey, get that piece of junk off my lawn!” He walks toward the robot to poke it with the tip of his boot. “That is enough. Tell it to transform and leave my lawn. He looks ridiculous next to the sleigh.”

Steve chuckles while Sam rummages in the backseat of his car. “Hey, will anyone help me with the rest of the stuff Bucky bought or can I take it home?”

“He bought more?” You hurriedly walk toward Sam’s car to poke your head into the car. “No, Buck! That’s a lot.”

“It’s not,” Bucky argues. “Only a few more…snowmen.” He walks toward the car to show you all the nice decorations he bought. “We’ll need all of them.”

“Bucky.” You turn around to cup his face. He looks even more exciting than this morning. You smile, and say, “It’s going to be an even better Christmas with all the decorations.”

“I knew you’d love it,” he hums. Bucky pecks your lips before pulling you into a hug. “It’s going to be beautiful.”

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Needless to say, the staff at the palace kitchen hadn’t been too thrilled when they’d received a call from Wilhelm, requesting a ridiculously large order of gingerbread. Even less so when he’d specified what shape the gingerbread cookies needed to have. But they wouldn’t need to cook for Simon‘s and his wedding, so he figured they basically owed him one.