#*offers you a snowman chocolate*

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Under The Mistletoe | B. B.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x F! Reader Themes: Fake relationship, forced proximity, enemies-to-lovers(ish), rom-com Summary: When your meddling family won’t stop asking about you love life, you roped your arch-nemesis Bucky into pretending to be your boyfriend for Christmas dinner at your parents house. It was pay back for the massive favor he owes you, so he had no choice but to agree. A/N : This oneshot is part of my 4K Follower christmas themed celebration. I hope you enjoy this first one! Thank you so much for reading my stories! Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The smell of pine and cinnamon wafts through the air as you adjust the cuffs of your sweater, glaring at the man currently making himself at home in your parents’ living room. James Buchanan Barnes—your nemesis, your tormentor, the human equivalent of a lump of coal—lounges on the couch like he’s been a part of your family for years. Your mom already adores him.

“James, more eggnog?” she chirps, holding out a festive mug.

“Of course,” Bucky replies with a smile so charming, you almost believe it’s real. Almost.

You, on the other hand, are clinging to your sanity by the thinnest strand of tinsel. He’s only here because he owes you. Big time. And because your family won’t stop asking when you’ll finally settle down and find someone “worth bringing home for Christmas.”

When you roped Bucky into this charade, you expected the bare minimum. A few fake smiles. Maybe holding your hand once or twice. What you did not expect was him waltzing in here, winning over your family, and actually knowing things about you.

“Y/N hates marshmallows in her hot chocolate,” Bucky says smoothly, stopping your dad mid-scoop. “She’s all about the whipped cream.”

You freeze in the doorway, clutching a tray of cookies like a lifeline. How does he know that? You never even told him that. Your dad raises an eyebrow at you, impressed, while you try to recover from the shock.

“Right,” you stammer, narrowing your eyes at Bucky. “Because you’re so attentive.”

He smirks, the twinkle in his eye more annoying than any Christmas light you’ve ever seen. “It’s a gift.”

× × × ×

The cozy living room, aglow with soft Christmas lights, feels oppressively warm. Not because of the crackling fire or the wool socks your mom forced everyone to wear, but because Bucky’s presence next to you is positively suffocating. His thigh, firm and annoyingly warm, is pressed against yours, and every time he shifts, your nerves jolt like a live wire.

“You’re twitching again,” Bucky murmurs under his breath, leaning closer so his lips almost brush your ear. “Relax. If you keep acting like this, your mom’s going to think I broke your heart or something.”

“Maybe I should tell her you’re insufferable, so she kicks you out,” you snap, voice low enough not to disturb the room. Your family is fully engrossed in Elf, but you swear Bucky’s gaze burns hotter than the fire.

“Go ahead,” he whispers back, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m her favorite now, you know.”

You resist the urge to stab him with the candy cane you’ve been holding for the last ten minutes. Instead, you muster your sweetest fake smile and clap your hands. “Well, Mom, it’s getting late, and I think Bucky has a long drive ahead of him—”

Your mom, standing with a tray of cookies like some sort of Christmas matriarch, freezes mid-step. 

“What?” she exclaims, her eyes wide and full of betrayal. “You’re not staying, Bucky? But I prepared Y/N’s room for the two of you!”

The room goes dead silent.

Bucky’s head swivels toward you so fast, you hear a faint crack. 

“She didn’t tell me about that,” he says, his voice strangled with barely concealed panic. He offers you a nervous chuckle, scratching the back of his neck. “Didn’t know we’d be, uh, bunking together.”

You grit your teeth, your face burning hotter than the fireplace. “That’s because I didn’t know,” you hiss, shooting a glare at your mom that could melt Frosty the Snowman.

“How could you make your boyfriend drive all the way out here just to send him back into the snow?” your mom demands, hands on her hips like a Christmas tyrant. “Absolutely not. He’s staying. Come on, Bucky, I’ll show you two to your room.”

“Our room?” you squeak, but your mom is already bustling out of the room, and Bucky, to your utter horror, is rising from the couch to follow her.

He pauses just long enough to lean down and mutter, “This just got a whole lot more interesting, sweetheart.” The grin he flashes is wolfish, and you resist the urge to throttle him with your flannel sleeve.

The room is straight out of a Hallmark Christmas special. The fireplace is lit, the bed is perfectly made with a festive quilt and decorative pillows, and the faint smell of pine fills the air. There’s even mistletoe hanging in the corner, mocking you.

Bucky steps in, glancing around, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and terror. 

“Wow,” he says, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Cozy.”

Your mom claps her hands together, beaming. “I knew you two would love it. Oh, and don’t worry, honey, I put the extra pillows in the closet in case you need them.” She winks at you, winks, before spinning on her heel and leaving you to your doom.

The moment the door clicks shut, you whirl on Bucky. “Don’t say a word.”

He holds up his hands in mock surrender, but the smirk tugging at his lips betrays him. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it, doll,” he drawls, wandering over to the bed and plopping down on it like he owns the place. He stretches out, arms behind his head, and sighs dramatically. “Comfy. We’re gonna have a great night.”

You stare at him, horrified. “You’re sleeping on the floor.”

He raises an eyebrow, patting the quilt beside him. “I don’t think your mom would approve.”

You throw a decorative pillow at his face, which he catches with infuriating ease. “This is all your fault.”

“My fault? You’re the one who dragged me here.”

“You owed me!”

“And I’m paying you back,” he says with a grin, tossing the pillow back at you. “With interest, apparently.”

You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I cannot believe this is happening.”

Bucky leans forward, his grin softening just a touch. “Relax, Y/N. It’s just one night. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

Somehow, that promise doesn’t reassure you in the slightest. You glare at him one last time before grabbing a blanket from the closet and stomping to the couch by the fireplace.

“Where are you going?” he calls after you.

“To sleep.”

“Suit yourself.” 

You don’t have to look to know he’s smirking again. You grab another pillow and resist the urge to launch it at his stupidly handsome face.

Merry Christmas, indeed.

× × × ×

The fire had long since died, leaving the room shrouded in a cold that no amount of decorative holiday cheer could banish. You’d been curled up on the couch under a threadbare blanket that smelled faintly of cinnamon and humiliation for hours, but now you were shivering so hard you were worried your teeth might chatter loud enough to wake the whole house.

You shot a death glare at Bucky, sprawled out on the bed like a smug prince in his flannel pajamas, the quilt pulled up to his chin. The nerve of him actually letting you sleep on the couch while he hogged the bed like he didn’t owe you his very existence—or at least this ridiculous favor.

Finally, when your toes felt like icicles and you were seriously debating setting your pride on fire just to warm up, you caved. You untangled yourself from the blanket, muttering curses under your breath, and tiptoed toward the bed.

It would have been stealthy. It would have been smooth. Except your foot made direct, agonizing contact with the solid oak footboard.

Pain exploded through your toe, and you bit back a screech so feral you probably looked like a Christmas banshee. Instead, you crumpled to the floor, clutching your foot and mouthing a stream of silent profanities that would make Santa's naughty list blush.

“Mother F—!” you hissed at yourself, wincing as you hobbled the rest of the way to the bed. You crawled onto the empty side like some kind of injured burglar, trying to be as silent as possible. Your toe throbbed in time with your heartbeat, but you focused on one thing: the warm cocoon of blankets just inches away.

Finally, you slid under the covers, sighing as the heat from the quilt enveloped you. Bliss. Sweet, sweet bliss. Maybe Bucky wouldn’t even notice—

“Could’ve just asked, you know.”

You nearly launched yourself out of the bed in shock, your heart leaping into your throat. “What the—!” you whisper-screeched, clutching the quilt to your chest.

Bucky’s voice, low and laced with amusement, drifted through the darkness. “I was awake the whole time.”

“You—!” Words failed you as your face burned with embarrassment. “Then why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I was curious how far you’d go before giving up.” You could hear the grin in his voice.

“You’re the worst.”

“Debatable. I didn’t laugh when you stubbed your toe.”

“You heard that?!”

“Sweetheart, I think the neighbours heard that.” His shoulders shook with silent laughter as you stared at him, outraged.

“I hate you,” you snapped, yanking the quilt tighter around you and turning your back on him.

But before you could stew in your annoyance, you felt a hand reach over and pull part of the blanket from you, wrapping it snugly around your side. You froze as his voice softened, amusement fading.

“Relax. I don’t bite. Unless you’re still mad about the couch.”

“I am.”

“Noted.” He shifted, and his voice dropped lower, warmer. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

You turned over, your curiosity finally getting the better of you. Facing Bucky’s silhouette in the faint moonlight streaming through the window, you squinted at him. 

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

He exhaled softly, like he’d been waiting for you to ask. Without a word, he reached over and flicked on the small lamp on his side of the bed, filling the room with a soft golden glow. The shadows on his face softened, and he turned to face you fully, propping his head up on his hand.

“I’m not used to a soft, warm, comfortable bed,” he said simply, his voice low and quiet.

That wasn’t the answer you expected. “Why not?” you asked, furrowing your brow.

Bucky’s gaze flickered to the blanket between you before settling back on your face. “I usually sleep on the floor.”

Your jaw dropped. “The floor? Why?”

He shrugged like it was no big deal, like it didn’t hurt to admit. “I have a bed,” he said casually, “but… being uncomfortable has kind of become my normal.”

Your heart sank at his admission. The way he said it—so matter-of-factly, like he didn’t even consider it strange—made something in your chest tighten. You swallowed hard, trying to shove down the wave of sympathy threatening to show on your face.

“Oh,” you said, clearing your throat, but it came out too soft, too affected. You forced yourself to straighten up, busying your hands by tucking the quilt tighter around you. “Well, uh… this bed uncomfortably soft, so, lucky you?”

You wanted to kick yourself for how awkward that sounded. But he didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he just chuckled, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. 

“Yeah, lucky me.”

The room fell into silence, save for the soft crackle of the dying embers in the fireplace. You tried to avoid his gaze, but something in the room caught your eye, and you froze.

Dangling right above the headboard, in plain sight, was a sprig of mistletoe. The ribbon holding it swayed slightly, mocking you with its festive cheer.

Your brain scrambled. How had you missed that earlier? Why on earth was it there? Did mom hang it on purpose? Of course she did! That woman was a menace.

You could feel Bucky’s gaze lingering on you, and your heart thumped louder with each passing second. You knew it was only a matter of time before he noticed the stupid sprig of mistletoe dangling above the headboard, so you needed to distract him.

“What are you looking at?” he asked, his brow quirking up in suspicion as he started to turn his head.

“Nothing!” you yelped, throwing the quilt over your face in a panic. “Nothing! Absolutely nothing. Goodnight!”

For a second, there was silence. Then, the soft creak of the bed as Bucky shifted, his voice low and amused. “Wait a second…”

You could practically hear the smirk spreading across his face as realization dawned.

“Oh, would you look at that.”

Your stomach flipped as you slowly peeked out from under the quilt. Sure enough, Bucky was staring right at the mistletoe, his lips curving into the most maddeningly smug grin you’d ever seen.

“Mistletoe,” he said, his tone practically dripping with glee. “Right above our heads. What are the odds, huh?”

“Coincidence,” you mumbled, pulling the blanket back over your face.

He chuckled, his voice warm and teasing. “You know what they say about mistletoe, don’t you?”

“Don’t,” you groaned, your voice muffled by the quilt.

“Oh, but I think I have to,” he replied, and you could hear the grin in his voice. “It’s tradition, after all.”

You peeked out again, glaring at him. “It’s not tradition if we just pretend it doesn’t exist.”

He tilted his head, mock-pondering. “Hmm. Ignoring it feels a little… Grinch-like, don’t you think? And you wouldn’t want to ruin Christmas, would you?”

“I swear to God, Bucky—”

Before you could finish, he leaned in, his face closer than you expected, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “What? Afraid you might enjoy it?”

You scoffed, your heart racing. “As if.”

You could practically feel your heart trying to escape your chest as Bucky inched closer, the infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. His blue eyes sparkled with amusement, but there was something else there too—something warmer, more intent.

“Oh, so it wouldn’t bother you at all?” he teased, his smirk widening. “Not even a little kiss?”

“Not in a million years,” you shot back, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his grin softening, “you’re shaking. Maybe it would bother you.”

“Bucky—”

But you never got to finish. And just then, he leaned forward and kissed your lips. Warm, masculine lips were pressed to yours. It wasn’t rushed or teasing—it was warm, gentle, and infuriatingly confident. Like he’d been waiting for this. Like he wasn’t the least bit surprised by how perfectly your lips fit together.

Your initial plan was to push him away—firmly, dramatically, maybe even with a good shove to his ridiculously broad chest—but your brain short-circuited the moment his hand cupped the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek. Instead, you melted into him, your traitorous body leaning closer without permission.

It was supposed to be a simple, obligatory mistletoe kiss. But the way he kissed you made the world tilt, his lips moving with a deliberate tenderness that made your stomach somersault. He felt you quiver beneath his touch, but he wanted to comfort you—his tongue delved your mouth slowly and you parted your lips willingly and welcomed him. This was enough encouragement for Bucky; he sucked your tongue sensually, and you nibbled his lower lip.

Every kiss he gave felt like a slow unravelling and intense, as if he was savouring the act as much as the reaction it drew from you. Bucky’s fingers traced along your jaw, tilting your face toward him with a tender authority that left no room for hesitation. His thumb brushed over your cheek in a soothing rhythm, contrasting with the heat and urgency of his lips. When he pulled back, his eyes locked with yours—dark with desire, soft with something unspoken—before he leaned in again, claiming your mouth once more.

You let him in, your lips parting as his tongue slipped past, tangling with yours again in an unhurried, sensuous dance that sent shivers down your spine. He tilted his head, exploring every curve of your mouth, his kisses leaving a heated trail that set your skin ablaze. Your lips found their way to his jawline, pressing soft kisses along his stubble, the faint roughness amplifying the sensitivity of your own. When you returned to his lips, the hunger in his kiss mirrored your own as you teased his tongue with yours, your movements bold and enticing.

The shift in your energy didn’t go unnoticed. You felt him tense, his restraint hanging by a thread as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing into yours. His hands gripped your waist, anchoring you in place as his kisses became hungrier, pulling quiet moans and ragged breaths from you. The sound of your pleasure seemed to fuel him, his control slipping further as he pressed closer, his arousal hard and insistent against your thigh, a tangible reminder of the tension thrumming between you. Every kiss, every touch, felt like a declaration, his desire spilling over and igniting something equally fierce in you.

When he pulled back it almost felt like he had to force himself to but he stayed close, his forehead almost brushing yours. His eyes searched your face, his smirk gone, replaced by something quieter, something more serious.

“Well,” he said softly, his voice lower than you’d ever heard it, “guess the mistletoe’s not so bad after all.”

You blinked, your breath hitching. “Have I told you I hate you?”

“And yet, here we are,” he teased, though his smirk was softer now, his thumb still brushing your cheek like he hadn’t realized he was still holding you.

You pushed his hand away—gently, because you were not going to think about how good it felt—and flopped back against the pillows, groaning into the quilt. 

“This doesn’t mean anything.”

“Of course not,” he said with a chuckle, settling back onto his side of the bed. “Just a harmless little kiss. Totally meaningless.”

You peeked out from under the quilt to glare at him, but the way he was looking at you—soft, amused, and maybe a little too smug—made your pulse spike all over again.

“Goodnight, Barnes,” you muttered, burrowing back into the covers, determined to ignore the way your lips still tingled.

“Goodnight, doll,” he replied, his voice warm with amusement—and something else you didn’t want to think about.

The room fell quiet again, save for the faint crackle of the dying fire. But as you lay there, trying and failing to stop replaying the kiss in your head, you realized one thing: mistletoe was officially the most dangerous Christmas decoration of all time.

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BLLK BOYS AND SLEDDING!

chars. : isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, mikage reo, shidou ryusei, itoshi sae, michael kaiser, alexis ness , hiori yo x gn! reader ( all seperate )

a/n : i do love me some good chaos :3

isagi yoichi

“guys, let’s do this safely!”

famous last words before he absolutely bails halfway down the hill, face-first into the snow. somehow still manages to have a great time. he’s the one who suggests a friendly sledding competition, but it’s less “friendly” and more “aggressively competitive” by the end. you're paired with him on a sled once, and his focus on "the perfect trajectory" has you crying laughing.

bachira meguru

this menace doesn’t even wait for the sled to stop before he’s tumbling off, yelling, “AGAIN!” he’s the one who convinces everyone to build ramps for “extra fun.” manages to convince you to double up with him, and when you hit one of those ramps, you swear your soul leaves your body. he lands laughing, though, and you can’t help but join in.

itoshi rin

“...this is stupid.”

still ends up participating because someone (cough you cough) drags him into it. surprisingly skilled at maneuvering the sled and smirks when he’s the fastest, but the moment he flips over mid-sled, he’s done. sits grumpily at the top of the hill with snow in his hair, but his pout is cute enough to forgive.

nagi seishiro

"too much effort," he says, but still gets on a sled after reo pushes him down the hill. he somehow makes sledding look like the laziest activity ever, lounging like it’s a couch ride. when you crash into him because your sled goes rogue, he’s like, "oh. hey," as if this wasn’t a disaster waiting to happen. still fun to hang out with at the top of the hill while everyone else goes wild.

chigiri hyoma

graceful even while sledding. how?? takes his time picking the “best sled” for speed and spends an embarrassing amount of time convincing you to race him. spoiler: he always wins. but he’ll go slower if you ask to ride with him because he secretly loves your laugh when you’re having fun.

mikage reo

buys the fanciest sled for this outing and somehow still eats snow on the first ride. you laugh so hard you can’t even help him up. by the end, he’s making it his mission to perfect his sledding form. insists on you going with him “for moral support,” but honestly just wants to hear you cheer him on.

shidou ryusei

what is this guy even doing? forget sledding; he’s sliding down on random objects like trash can lids or a snow shovel he stole from someone. he’s also the one to start a snowball fight halfway down the hill, hitting rin square in the face. absolutely screams “FULL SEND” when you agree to double up with him and nearly takes out half the group at the bottom.

itoshi sae

“how utterly lukewarm and stupid.”

but somehow gets roped into it after you call him boring. his technique is surprisingly good (of course), and he smirks every time someone else falls. secretly loves seeing you have fun and, by the end, is casually asking if you’re free for hot chocolate afterward.

michael kaiser

“watch and learn, losers.”

he’s all talk until he flips spectacularly on the first run and comes up with snow in his hair, looking like a grumpy snowman. still tries to outdo everyone and will not stop until he’s proven himself the “sledding king.” tries to impress you by offering to ride together, but he mostly just yells at ness to bring him a new sled every time one breaks.

alexis ness

poor boy is just trying to keep kaiser alive. gets dragged into the chaos but lowkey loves it when you cheer him on. he’s surprisingly good at sledding, but his attention keeps shifting to make sure kaiser’s not doing something stupid. will 100% join you on a sled if you ask and ends up having way more fun than he expected.

hiori yo

“i think i’ll just watch, thanks.”

he says this, but he’s secretly keeping score of everyone’s sledding fails. eventually gets dragged into it by bachira, and to everyone’s surprise, he’s really good at it. finds a spot with the perfect slope and offers to share his sled with you, grinning when you scream on the way down. honestly? he’s just happy to see everyone having fun—and will totally remind kaiser of his epic wipeout later.

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it aint december but its kinda alr snowing here saur .. 🤔

[starmocha]

in a gingerbread house built for two [Rafayel/Reader ★ 1921 words ★ Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Home is with him. Day 01 — to: my true love (Sylus/Reader) Day 02 — do you want to build a snowman? (it doesn't have to be a snowman) (Zayne/Reader) A/N: Rafayel girlies, please accept my humble offering for this holiday season 🤲 Tag list: @miudle @alfredosaws @nezukoo-channn @voidsylus @rose-tinted-kalopsia 【 request to be added 】

Slowly, just a little bit more, and…perfect!

You smiled in satisfaction as you finally managed to attach the final wall to your gingerbread house. All that was left to do was attach the roof and you could begin the fun part: decorating!

“Cutie, you have that same look on your face as when you’re grabbing plushies out of the claw machine.”

“How would you know? You never let me play…” You griped at Rafayel, taking a peek over to see his own progress with his gingerbread house. You nearly dropped the roof in shock when you saw that Rafayel had not only attached all of the parts to his house, but he had started making little decorations out of the candies and pretzel sticks on his kitchen counter. “A-are you making a ladder?”

“Well, of course,” Rafayel said as he broke a few pretzel sticks into smaller pieces. He dipped the end into some leftover white icing before using it to glue the smaller sticks to the longer one to form a ladder. “A ladder is necessary for when you need to decorate the exterior of your house for Christmas.”

“O-of course,” you said, staring at the little whimsical pretzel ladder Rafayel had just made with both admiration and envy for his creativity. You looked over to your bare house that was still missing its roof and inwardly sighed. You carefully piped some icing along the edge before you slowly lowered the roof onto the house, applying just enough pressure to secure the pieces without breaking them.

Hesitantly, you let go, relaxing as all parts of the gingerbread house seemed to be secured.

Time for the fun part.

You directed your attention to the counter where you had earlier laid out different edible items to be used for decorating the gingerbread house. There was an assortment of sprinkles in different small bowls. Some candies like peppermint, gumdrops, and little chocolate pieces awaited you. Bags of icing premixed in different colors were also ready to be used.

Late nights of staying up for hours watching gingerbread house decorating videos had given you the foresight to be as prepared as you could. You began piping along the edges, creating the image of snow on the house. As you were piping, you couldn’t help but peeked over at Rafayel’s house again, your heart dropping a little as his seemed to be on a whole different level than yours.

“H-have you ever decorated a gingerbread house before?”

“Hm?” He glanced over at you confused as he finished applying some thin chocolate wafers as shingles for the roof of his house. He shook his head. “I’ve never even held a piping bag before today.”

“R-really?” You looked at him skeptically, seeing how all of his icing was piped expertly, looking just like fresh soft snow gathered on the roof and window sills. Meanwhile yours looked a little wonky, as expected since you were trembling a little while you were piping the icing. You mumbled a little disheartened, “But they look so perfect. Must be an artist’s steady hand…”

He shrugged, amused and apparently not noticing your saddened tone. “You think so?” He glanced at his house with a small smile. He admitted softly, “I did watch a few shorts prior to this to get an idea.”

“Ah—me too!”

He laughed. “Guess Cutie and I are on the same wavelength,” he said. His eyes brightened as an idea seemed to pop into his head. “Oh, can you pass me the silver sprinkles?”

You handed him the small bowl with the glittery sprinkles, confused. “Oh—pretty…” You muttered in awe as you watched a shower of the sprinkles landing on Rafayel’s gingerbread house, making his snow looked extra sparkly just as you would see on a bright sunny day.

“What about your house?”

You were stirred out of your thoughts by Rafayel’s voice. You looked confused before he repeated his question, making you look down at your nearly bare house with despondency. “I…I don’t know what to do with it…”

He smiled gently. “That’s okay,” he reassured you, “Whatever you do with it, it will be beautiful.”

You snorted in disbelief. “Easy to say when you’re naturally artistic…”

“What was that?”

You gasped in shock when Rafayel came over and sat near you. He peered into your face with concern. “Are you alright? You seemed kind of sad right now…” He touched your chin gently, making you maintain eye contact with him. “Did I do something to upset you?”

Instantly, you felt guilty now when you noticed how worried he looked. Your shoulders slumped and you shook your head. “No, I’m sorry,” you apologized to his confusion. “It’s not you, it’s me…”

“What do you mean?”

“I was feeling a little envious and insecure…”

“Envious? About what?”

“I was just thinking how beautiful your gingerbread house looks while mine looks like a three-year-old had made it…”

Rafayel huffed in amusement. “What’s wrong with that?” he asked, “Three-year-olds are some of the most creative geniuses in the world.”

He hugged you from behind, his hands finding yours as he helped you picked up some colorful gumdrops. His face nuzzled against yours. “I think whatever you make will be more beautiful than mine. Don’t doubt yourself.”

“You’re just saying that…”

He shook his head and kissed your cheek. “I love everything that you do and make,” he said. “Why would I lie about this?”

You couldn’t help but smiled, feeling comforted by his sweet words. You noticed some dollops of icing that had landed on the counter, so you dragged your finger across some before turning to smear it on Rafayel’s cheek.

“Ah—an attack!” he declared, shocked. He sulked at you. “I can’t believe you would lure me into a trap like that. That is so sneaky of you…”

You giggled and leaned over to kiss his cheek, licking the icing off. His face turned red, the color spreading fast to his ears.

“You—”

“It wasn’t a trap,” you protested before hugging him. “Thank you…”

Rafayel peered down at the top of your head, a resigned smile slipping on his face as he hugged you back. “Feel better now?”

You looked up, bright-eyed and smiley, nodding at him with enthusiasm. Rafayel answered with his own smile before leaving a soft kiss on your lips.

“Then come on, let’s finish decorating before dinner.”

A comforting silence settled as the time passed with you both concentrating on your individual gingerbread house. You still stole glances at Rafayel, feeling admiration for his ability to manipulate any medium and turn them into beautiful works of art.

You looked back at your house, no longer feeling dejected. Steering away from the traditional red-and-green, you opted for a soft pastel of mint and pink, reminiscent of sweet, magical dreams of winter fairies and elves. You liked the simplicity of yours with the heart-shaped window in the center of the house made from two broken candy canes aligned together. You admired the pink and mint-colored gumdrop-shingled roof with white icicles that hung along the edge.

Along the house, you had meticulously placed different sized candies as decorations for the exterior. A few round peppermint candies here and there, and a line of candy-coated chocolate wrapped around the house. You had even found a snowman-shaped marshmallow to place in front of the house. You smiled with glee, pleased with the outcome.

“I’m done!” you declared, looking up to see Rafayel placing the final touch on his own house: a little green wreath made from icing and sprinkles for the front door.

“Me, too!” he answered with a grin. He turned to look at you, his smile widening. “Cutie, that is so adorable, just as I had expected.”

“It’s not as nice as yours,” you said with a soft smile. Rafayel immediately protested.

“What are you talking about? I never would have thought to use two candy canes to make a heart-shaped window like this,” he said, coming over to admire your gingerbread house even closer. “Ah, and making the whole house this pink and mint palette is so unique. It works really well.”

You felt your cheeks turning pink as Rafayel continued to lavish praises, showing no sign of stopping until he had complimented every single detail of your house. You playfully shoved him, laughing, “Okay, okay, I get it.”

You kissed his cheek, and this time it was his turn to blush. “Thank you,” you said, touched by his sincerity. “Let’s look at yours.”

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, seemingly suddenly embarrassed. “Okay,” he answered, “But just let me say—”

“It’s adorable!” you exclaimed, interrupting him.

You stared in childlike wonder, admiring how Rafayel had made his gingerbread house into a little cottage in a snow-covered forest. All of the white icing he had piped to create snow and icicles were so expertly done, you had a hard time believing this was his first try. There were also the little details that made the scenery seemed more lifelike. From the broken chocolate crème-filled wafers that he had stacked to form “logs” for a fire, to the pretzel ladder that leaned against the house had you imagining different scenarios.

“Oh—what are those?” you pointed to the side, “They look like…us.”

Rafayel smiled sheepishly and picked up the two figurines. “I learned how to make marzipan recently,” he explained, “I thought I could maybe mold them like clay into people, so…it’s not bad for a first try, right?”

“Are you kidding me?” you stared at the figurines and then Rafayel, mouth agape, “These are so cute!”

Rafayel smiled, almost sighing in relief when he saw the joy on your face. He placed the figurines back down in front of the house, carefully and intentionally arranging them so they stood close to one another.

You noticed Rafayel’s soft expression, feeling a warmth spreading in your chest. You leaned down next to him as you both admired Rafayel’s gingerbread house together at a low-viewed angle. Your eyesight took in the sweet scenery that suddenly looked so big and lifelike.

“Why did you make us?”

“It’s not a home if there’s no one living there.”

“But why did you make me, too?”

“Because my home is also where you are.”

When you looked over in surprise, Rafayel had already leaned in, taking your lips for his. You let your eyes close, giving in to his sweet kisses. When you parted, Rafayel had pulled you closer, keeping you trapped against the counter. You felt the warm heat of him from behind and the way he lightly rested his chin on your shoulder, his face so close to yours.

“They look so happy,” you told him. “What do they do all day?”

“Wellllll,” he drawled, pondering, “They would take walks in the forest together.”

You hummed in agreement. “And then what?”

“When they would come home, mini-Rafayel would make a fire to keep mini-Cutie warm.”

You laughed at his description. “And mini-Cutie would make hot cocoa for mini-Rafayel and her to enjoy by the fire together.”

Rafayel nuzzled his cheek against yours. “Right, how did you know?”

“I know you.”

You turned and grabbed his face with both hands before you placed another kiss on his lips. You gasped gently against his mouth, your forehead resting against his, voice soft and breathless. “And then what happens…”

“And then…” Rafayel looked back at you, his eyes appearing more heated. He smiled. “They lived happily ever after together.”

[moontopuff]

Summary: Cold day at Hogwart, you freezing out, and twins making it better :)

It was a bitterly cold day at Hogwarts, the kind where the wind snaked through every cloth you were. The sun was hidden behind clouds, casting long shadows without offering much warmth. You, Fred, and George Weasley were trudging through the castle grounds, heading to your next lesson. The cold had sunk deep into your bones, and despite your Hufflepuff scarf being tightly wrapped around your neck and mouth, it wasn’t doing much to help.

“Why is it so bloody cold today...” you grumbled into the scarf, your words muffled and barely escaping the fabric. The three of you were making your way across the courtyard, the wind biting at your exposed nose.

Fred, with his usual grin, gave you a sideways glance. “Probably has something to do with the fact that it’s freezing and there’s no sun. Just a theory, of course.”

You huffed, narrowing your eyes in mock-annoyance, and swatted at him lightly. “Oh, brilliant observation, Fred. Thanks for that groundbreaking weather report.”

George snickered beside you. “Still cold? Your scarf’s covering half of your face. Isn't it enough to keep you warm?”

“No, dummy! My nose is still freezing,” you said, tugging the scarf higher up your lips in vain. “I need full face coverage or else this scarf does nothing! Ugh my poor, poor cold nose... Care to touch if you don't belivie?” You gestured dramatically, kinda annoyed because of the cold, offering them the chance to check for themselves just how cold your face still was.

The twins exchanged grins and before you could react to their new, probably stupid, idea, they leaned in closer to your face. Fred touched your left cheek and George your right one at the same moment. Both twins dramatically hissing from cold.

Fred was first to spoke, feigning shock. “Blimey! I think I’ve lost a finger!”

George followed suit, dramatically clutching his hand as if he’d just touched a block of ice. “It’s like touching a snowman! How is this possible, Puffy?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at their antics, rolling your eyes at their silliness. “You two are ridiculous!”

You were walking two steps before them and still wrestling with the fabic, trying to cover more of your face, when suddenly you felt an extra warmth being wrapped around your head making you stop in your tracks. You took a second to register that one of them had draped his own Gryffindor scarf over your face, covering your cheeks and nose, leaving just your eyes peeking out. Exactly how you wanted it to be from the beginning.

“Oh?” You blinked, trying to adjust your vision, but the two scarves had reduced your view to a mere sliver. The sudden warmth made your heart flutter as much as the fabric heated your cold skin.

“Now, that you look more like walking clothes than human, it should be okay, right?” The voice was teasing, and close, but so was the other one. You simply couldn’t tell which twin had taken the initiative this time.

“Perfect.” the other chimed in, adjusting the extra scarf with a flourish. Still, they both were so close, and...

And you could feel yourself blush, warmth creeping up under the layers. “Perfect, huh? More like a bundled-up puffball.”

"A cute one" voice said, making you weirdly warm and dizzy.

“And now you're just the perfect mix of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Ah, didn't we make you so pretty, Puffy?" the other teased.

The warmth from the extra scarf did its job, but what really made you feel warmer was the thoughtfulness of their gesture. They could be sweet when they wanted to—though you’d never tell them that directly, lest it inflate their egos even more.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, trying to hide the smile creeping up your face, forgetting that they wouldn't be able to see it anyway because of a scarf. Taking a mental deep breath in and out, you shushed the weird feelings away, and focused on the boys on your two sides.“You two. We’re getting hot chocolate after lessons. No excuses!”

“With that weird Muggle sweet flying on the top of cocoa?” they asked in unison, their excitement palpable.

“Exactly.” You laughed again, the happiness in your voice clear even through the layers of fabric. “And whipped cream!”

[creators-club]

Welcome to the first '24 Days of Christmas' event for the Creators’ Club. Every holiday, we plan to have a custom event planned. For Christmas, we are hosting a prompt event.

Prompts:

Day 1:

Holiday Words: snow, reindeer, fireplace Holiday Phrase: "All is calm, all is bright."

Day 2:

Holiday Words: mistletoe, stockings, cocoa Holiday Phrase: "Home for the holidays."

Day 3:

Holiday Words: garland, sleigh, twinkle Holiday Phrase: "A winter wonderland."

Day 4:

Holiday Words: chimney, bells, frosty Holiday Phrase: "Silent night, holy night."

Day 5:

Holiday Words: candy cane, ribbon, wreath Holiday Phrase: "Deck the halls with boughs of holly."

Day 6:

Holiday Words: eggnog, Santa, frost Holiday Phrase: "Naughty or nice?"

Day 7:

Holiday Words: nutcracker, sugarplum, scarf Holiday Phrase: "‘Tis the season to be jolly."

Day 8:

Holiday Words: sleigh bells, gift, evergreen Holiday Phrase: "Over the river and through the woods."

Day 9:

Holiday Words: carolers, snowflake, gingerbread Holiday Phrase: "Do you hear what I hear?"

Day 10:

Holiday Words: poinsettia, icicle, peppermint Holiday Phrase: "Walking in a winter wonderland."

Day 11:

Holiday Words: elf, chimney, mittens Holiday Phrase: "Underneath the mistletoe."

Day 12:

Holiday Words: ornament, pinecone, sleigh ride Holiday Phrase: "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow."

Day 13:

Holiday Words: candy, cocoa, snowfall Holiday Phrase: "Rockin’ around the Christmas tree."

Day 14:

Holiday Words: holly, lights, cheer Holiday Phrase: "It’s the most wonderful time of the year."

Day 15:

Holiday Words: ribbon, present, sparkles Holiday Phrase: "Have yourself a merry little Christmas."

Day 16:

Holiday Words: star, tree, joy Holiday Phrase: "Peace on Earth, goodwill to all."

Day 17:

Holiday Words: tinsel, cookies, glitter Holiday Phrase: "Oh, what fun it is to ride."

Day 18:

Holiday Words: wrapping paper, icicle, marshmallows Holiday Phrase: "On a cold winter’s night."

Day 19:

Holiday Words: snowman, jingle, candy cane Holiday Phrase: "Making spirits bright."

Day 20:

Holiday Words: lantern, cider, log Holiday Phrase: "Bringing tidings of comfort and joy."

Day 21:

Holiday Words: snow globe, sled, chocolate Holiday Phrase: "Under the sparkling lights."

Day 22:

Holiday Words: angel, melody, starry Holiday Phrase: "A child is born."

Day 23:

Holiday Words: gingerbread, carol, magic Holiday Phrase: "Let your heart be light."

Day 24:

Holiday Words: holly, miracle, velvet Holiday Phrase: "As the world awaits Christmas morn."

Guidelines Under the Read More

The 24 Days of Christmas Writing Challenge will officially run from December 1st to December 24th, giving participants the chance to immerse themselves in a festive creative journey. To provide a head start, participants can begin brainstorming and drafting as early as November 18th, though official entries will be accepted only during the event dates.

All submissions must include the hashtag #cc24DaysofChristmas to ensure they are recognized as part of the event. During this time, there will be no regular Creators Club events, allowing members to fully focus on this unique challenge.

All submissions written by followers who are not on the tag list will be featured under user: guest.

Submissions must be entirely original, as AI-generated content is strictly prohibited.

All submissions must be, at least, 100 words.

Each day, a new prompt will be shared, offering participants inspiration to create something festive and engaging. While writers are encouraged to follow the prompts in order, they may use them as flexible starting points for their work.

You do not need to use all the prompts for the day. Just use as much as you need to get the juices flowing.

While there is no strict word limit, all entries should demonstrate thought and effort.

Collaborative entries are welcome, provided all collaborators adhere to the same guidelines.

If you have any questions, please feel free to send @creators-club a question.

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[misc-obeyme]

prompt: Simeon & Michael

a/n: I'm back! Did you miss me?? I still have a bandage that makes typing annoying, but I'm pushing through it because I can't go this long without writing and the ideas plague me so. Anyway, here's what the wheel gave me today! Michael is only mentioned. I'm also not caught up on the latest lessons, so I consider this to be taking place somewhere in seasons one or two of OG. @om-adventcalendar

Simeon x GN!MC

Warnings: none!

You made your way through the Christmas market, a thing that had popped up unexpectedly when the denizens of the Devildom had gotten into the swing of celebrating. It was set up with booths and stalls in the street, some food vendors and others selling trinkets for last minute gift giving. It was cold, with a light snow just beginning to fall through the darkness.

The lights and sounds of the market were all around you, festive colors and cheerful music creating a joyful atmosphere. You would never really get used to the idea of demons celebrating Christmas like this, but you appreciated that they were getting into the spirit of it.

And then you spotted him. He was always impossible to miss with that soft brown hair, the white of his outfit, and the unmistakable glow that seemed to surround him. He stood in the snow, the flakes melting as soon as they touched him, his eyes focused on a stall nearby.

You hastened to his side. "Simeon?"

Simeon turned to you and smiled. It was like a beam of warmth penetrating your soul. "There you are, MC," he said.

"Sorry," you said. "Have you been waiting long?"

"Not at all," Simeon said.

He offered you his arm and you immediately linked yours with his.

"Were you looking for something specific?" you asked, eyeing the booth that Simeon had been staring at.

Simeon guided you down the street. "I was thinking about buying some Devildom sweets to send back to Michael."

You were used to hearing this. It was something that Luke was often concerned with too. "What did you have in mind?"

Simeon paused at a booth. "I don't know," he admitted. "A lot of this appears to be the Devildom's attempt at creating human world holiday treats. Do you have any suggestions for something traditional?"

You considered the question, your eyes roaming over the display cases in front of you. It was a bakery booth, full of various pastries that were likely stuffed to the brim with weird Devildom ingredients.

Then your eyes fell upon what looked suspiciously like a fruit cake. That could certainly be considered a classic dessert. Everyone you knew either loved it or hated it.

You pointed it out to Simeon. "That looks like a fruit cake," you said. "It's pretty traditional."

When you stepped up to the counter, the demon behind it asked if they could help you.

"What kind of fruit is in this?" Simeon asked, gesturing to the fruit cake.

"Oh, only the highest quality bloodberries, devil crush mangoes, shadow oranges, and of course snowman's sigh!" the demon said enthusiastically.

It wasn't exactly the human world medley of fruits, but that was to be expected. You didn't think it sounded terrible.

"You know, I think this might work," Simeon said. "Can I get a box of them, please?"

Simeon carried a bag away from the booth as the two of you went back to wandering the market. It was a pleasant evening. You stopped for hot chocolate, sitting together under an awning and watching the snow fall. You loved the way Simeon's eyes brightened at the first sip of the sweet drink.

"Do you miss the Celestial Realm?" you asked.

Simeon seemed surprised by your question. "A little," he said. "Why do you ask?"

"You're always thinking about things to get for Michael," you said. "I thought maybe it was because you miss him and your home."

Simeon chuckled. "I do miss them," he said. "But not enough to leave you here in the Devildom without me."

You met his gaze at that and noted the playful look in his eyes. You couldn't help smiling, even as you felt the heat in your cheeks. "You wouldn't miss me that much, would you?"

Simeon reached out and brushed his gloved fingers against your temple. "MC, I would miss you like angels miss the stars."

Your heart skipped a beat. You put your hand over his and leaned your face into his warm touch. "Then I suppose you'll just have to stay here, with me."

Simeon kissed your cheek, spreading warmth throughout you. "Happily."

You leaned back, trying to get your pulse to settle a bit. You took a sip of your hot chocolate and changed the subject. "You'll have to let me know how Michael likes that fruit cake," you said.

Simeon smiled. "I'll be sure to report back."

You couldn't help imagining Michael in the Celestial Realm, whatever he even looked like, taking a big bite of a Devildom style fruit cake. For some reason, you found this to be a very entertaining vision.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Writing Challenge Entries from an old blog

I've been snooping around my old URLs and found TONS of old writing challenge entries that I wanted to bring back to life. This list (which isn't finished) is a mixture of all types of writing challenges that I had hosted on an older blog back when Tumblr Culture was rampant with people being interactive with each other. As I locate more of these, they will be added. Currently, I've found things from the years 2017-2018ish. if y'all have any more from my older challenges, let me know, and I can add them to the list!

updated September 2 2024

I'm still missing a bunch of these entries. Check your blogs for either this URL or @caplansteverogers.

The Cookie Baking Disaster || Summary: You forgot to bake your famous cookies when Christmas dinner is at yours and Sam’s house, but trouble comes from your forgetful nature @anaboo-thewriter

Frozen Date || Summary:  You ask Wanda to build a snowman with you and that leads to an interesting result @kjs-s

Would You Just Listen To Me || Summary: Reader found out she’s pregnant and Bucky is to busy to hear the important news from his soon to be wife. @buckys-other-punk

Holiday Magic || Summary: Summary: Christmas is a magical time of the year. Bucky and Y/N meet under odd circumstances. A friendship ensues! With the new year, there’s a possibility romance will bloom! @buckybarnesappreciationsociety

Please Come Home || Summary: None @meganlpie

The “Unexpected” Christmas Gift || Summary: You are ER Nurse at Stark Hospital & friends with EMT!Bucky. Bucky harbour’s a crush on you but it is brought out accidently by his friend. @lostinthoughtsandfeelings

"My dog ate your christmas present” || SUMMARY: Bucky's dog ate the present for reader. Bucky had to invent something ad hoc. @thepaperpanda

Hooky || Summary: It was a long day at work and Reader and her friend decide to unwind at their favorite dive bar, until the friend brings up something that Reader had forgotten. @ruckystarnes

The Duchess || Summary: The Duchess of Manhattan likes her men regal. Y/N Stark grew up loving the king, but when the tables turn and the lovers are torn apart, she aims her arrows at the second in line for the throne. @hellomissmabel

Line of Duty || No Summary @maggyme13

Unhappy Memories || Summary: Love was a mortal concept, so the poets said. @writeshite

Sugar, Spice || Summary: Summary: Frank Castle x reader. This is based on the scenario prompt: “I’m a waitress and it’s busy. Thank you for being kind.”  Frank notices his favorite waitress having a rough time, and even though things aren’t going great in his life either, he offers up some solid company and a listening ear. @emotchalla

I'll Drink to That || Summary: Prompts: “Did you spike the hot chocolate?” & “What? You don’t like eggnog?” @buckys-other-punk

I Just Want to Be Like You || Summary: (y/n) is working for the Avengers. She didnt want to bother the others and so she got in a bit of trouble. And all of that because she just wanted to be a bit like Natashe

A Spot Shaped Like You || Summary: Tony Stark loves you. You’re a mystery to everyone, you keep to yourself, and you always wear clothes that swamp you. Peter expresses some concerns to Tony one day, which prompts him to ask, “what are all these scars on your body?”

A Thousand Food Dates || Summary: Waking up next to Loki has never been this sweet. @hellomissmabel

Simple Mornings || Summary:  After admitting your feelings for Wanda you two spend an amazing night and quiet night together. @supersoldierslover

Mistletoe || Summary: The team goes out on a mission, leaving you alone to decorate for Christmas with Loki @faithers10911

Love Story || Summary:  Your whole life you spent doing what is right and pleasing your parents, But one day you face one of the hardest decisions of your life. (MODERN ROYAL AU) @supersoldierslover

Razzy || Summary: “I’m gonna be a dad!” @thesharkapologist

Aerials || No Summary @aikibriarrose

When I Was Your Man || No Summary @winterschild999

To Whom It May Concern || Summary: How Steve Rogers meets his soulmate, you. Set to To Whom It May Concern by The Civil Wars @thesoftdumbass

Memory || Summary: Steve Rogers and his wife recall special moments during an anniversary party. Written for Caplans Drabble songfic challenge. Story based upon the George Strait song “Rockin’ in the arms of your memory tonight”

Commercial Break || You just couldn’t remember what he reminded you of, but corny, repetitive holiday commercials had a tendency of sticking with you forever. Especially when they were so memorably relevant. @antivigilante

Sunshine || No Summary @me-a-hopeless-romantic

Ask Me How I Know || No Summary @winter-time-writing-blog

You vs. Ice || Summary: You are last-minute gift shopping on a very snowy day when you slip and face plant right into a national figure. @your-highnessmarvel

The Calm After a Storm || Summary: Reader was excited for a couple days of peace as everyone leaves for a mission. But the storm was not the only thing that caught her by surprise as a shy Steve confesses the reason why he stayed behind. @steve-rogers-personal-hell-blog

Choices || Summary: Steve finally takes the courage to ask [Y/N] to marry him - only to learn he’s out of time.

Desperate Prayers || Summary: With the recent death of his mother, Steve feels so alone.  He desperately prays for someone to understand and love him like his mother did. @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

Jingle Bell Hell || No Summary @haven-in-writing

The End of Love || Summary: Summers in New York are magical. It’s a time for new beginnings and adventures. This new beginning is coming to an end, whether you like it or not. @haven-in-writing

Starlett || Summary: Stars are so beautiful.  They’re even better with the love of your life right next to you. @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

Ring of Fire || Summary: AU. An all-consuming love like theirs can either keep them warm at night, or burn everything they know to the ground like a wildfire. @justsomebucky

Quick, Kiss Me || Summary: Agent Peggy Carter is on a mission, finding out what are Daniel and Agent Thompson doing. They are always sneaking off at odd time together. @superfandomdqueensnook

Blue Christmas || Summary: No friends, no family, and nothing to do make for a really crummy Christmas.  Good thing the Brooklyn boys have a big soft spot for you. @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

Come Home || Summary: you and your girlfriend had a big fight and she stormed out.  Now you’re worried she’s hurt!

A Monster Like Me || Summary: After an incident, a young man remembers how he met his fiancée and the hard path they had that led them to that moment. @writing-mermaid

Risky || Prompt: “I will protect you.” @smoreal

Sick Day || Summary: You fall ill and Bucky leaves his mission to make sure you have the best care possible. @faithers10911

Untitled Fluff || SUMMARY: Reader is having a stressful day at work, but when she gets home her boyfriend surprises her @ruckystarnes

The Big Gesture || Summary: Making first public appearance with your date, at most anticipated movie premier, you thought was a Big gesture. But your date makes even Bigger Gesture by surprising you @lostinthoughtsandfeelings

Would You Mind If I Kissed You? || Summary(which I suck at sorry): Steve finally convinces Bucky to attend one of Tony’s parties. Bucky isn’t too happy about it until he meets a woman who has a less than ordinary request. Maybe this night will be more interesting than Bucky thought. @workingforthewidow

Anyone Who Knows What Love Is || Synopsis: Clint comes home after a long mission with a simple request. (Italics is flashback, per usual) @fan-maddson

Trouble || No Summary @kaunis-sielu

The Brit || Summary: After a dreadful day at work you hope to spend time with your boyfriend Bucky but things REALLY don't go as planned. @kaleenjackson

What Makes a Hero || Summary  Steve found you on the rooftop during a party celebrating a successful mission and tried to find out what’s wrong. @kjs-s

Chapter 1: The tour || Summary: Have you ever wanted something so much that the fear of not getting it makes you wonder if you ever should have wanted it at all? Steve Rogers is the last one of the royal lineage. The moment he got crowned King, the court and his mother pressured him to get married and have an heir. But he wants to find love in this cold world where everyone is moved around like a chess piece. @randomstoriesofabunny

Disappeared || Description: This is another writing challenge! Basically, it’s ‘How to train your god of mischief’ @battlechicklovefanfic

“Ew, that’s disgusting!” || Summary: You learned your soulmate wasn’t from around here. Never would have guessed they’d be an Alien, but when SHIELD knocks down your door and doesn’t give you a choice in the matter, you know you’ll just have to follow along until they figure out if you hate humantiy. So, what happens when your first meeting doesn’t go as you’d dreamed as a child? @haiky-u-lously

With You || Summary: Loki is being his usual grumpy self and you do everything in your power to make him smile again. @your-highnessmarvel

Boundless || Summary: Sweet loves with a bittersweet ending. || modern au @captainmarvels

Bitter Christmas || Summary: I’m out shopping at the worst time of the year and I see you with your new gf at a jewelry store AU

Side to Side || Summary: With your loud music playing, you wake Bucky up in the middle of the day but the song seems to grow on him. @buckysmetallicstump

Miláčik || Summary: Pietro x Reader. You met Pietro in what had to be the most hopeless place @witchymarvelspacecase

Naught Girl || Summary:Bucky's fiance' has a special surprise planned for him when he arrives home from his mission. @laprofesoratinacita

Bridge to Forever || Summary: Bucky and Y/N reminisce about their relationship. Everyday wasn’t wine, roses and caviar. In the end, the unshakeable bond they shared prevailed. @buckybarnesappreciationsociety

Dirty Laundry || No Summary @thefandomimagines

Talk Dirty || No Summary @buckysmusculararm

Shape of You || Summary: It was one of the many parties Stark liked to organize. The motive behind it was simple, he is and I quote: ‘A genius, billionaire, playboy and a philanthropist,” so he could throw all the parties he wanted. Sam spotted a beautiful woman at a party and he fell in love with her. Inspired by the song Shape of you by Ed Sheeran. @randomstoriesofabunny

Blue Ain't Your Color || Summary: Tony walks into a bar and finds himself in the presence of an angel. If only he could get her to smile. @haven-in-writing

Bad Things With You || No Summary @axidental-pol

What About Us || Summary: Based on the song ‘What About Us’ by P!NK. Here’s a link <3 @jennareedus

I'm Yours || Summary: Out at the bar, with karaoke @superfandomdqueensnook

Sorry Not Sorry || Summary: You live in Asgard and are the daughter of an esteemed general. You have to go to a banquet being held by Odin. Loki just broke up with you, and you’re feeling insecure. After talking with your friends, they convince you to go to the banquet and just to ignore him. However, that’s not what actually ends up happening. @xx-multi-fandom-fics

Accidentally in Love || No Summary @lostinthoughtsandfeelings

Vienna || Summary: Sebastian and Y/N are taking a time-out while Sebastian finishes up filming for his new movie. They’re not splitting up for Sebastian it feels that way and in one final attempt at making amends, he shows up unexpectedly at Y/N’s door. @hellomissmabel

Jealous | No Summary @buckys-other-punk

Amnesia || Summary: You and Bucky have broken up recently, however, he can never forget the relationship you both had.After you suddenly move on he’s is hurt about you finding someone new, and wishes to wake up with amnesia to forget the pain it is causing him to see you with another and regrets ever hurting you. @skywalkerwitch

Only You to Trust || Summary:  All the glitz and glam that LA was known for only served to hide the painful truth about people. Based on the song ‘The Hills’ by The Weeknd. @justanotherbuckydevotee

Turf Wars || Summary  You found out your girlfriend works for the mobster queen of your part of the city after an attack on your old neighborhood @kjs-s

Puppy Love || Summary:Pietro talks to the reader about the girl he just met making them jealous but they are up for a surprise. @kjs-s

A Marshmellow World || Summary:  In which being caught in an embarrassing moment by your crush leads to a date with him. – Steve x Reader

Sandcastles and Dreams || Summary:  Just after he was finally ready to move on Bucky starts getting vivid dreams, about the life he always wanted with you. @lostinthoughtsandfeelings

Unbreak My Heart || Summary  Steve found you on the rooftop during Peter’s birthday party. @kjs-s

Secret Santa || Summary & A/N: This was part of @caplansteverogers Christmas Challenge – my prompt was “they did secret Santa at work, and I got you and I have no idea what to get you so I’m pretending that I’m not stalking you when I am and I learn all these cute things about you.” So here it is!

Because I Really Like You || Summary: The reader moves to New York, knowing no one. Until her handsome neighbors makes an appearance and shows her she is not alone anymore. @americaswritings

Failed Movie Night || Summary: You fall asleep on the couch after a full day with Steve Rogers. He helps you out and carries you to bed when you tell him it’s too cold to get out from under the blankets on the couch. @surrounded-by-superheroes

Love Wins ||  Summary: A drunken night out, feelings and make up sex in the kitchen. What could be better??? @prettyyoungtragedy

“I would have did anything for you...” || Summary: Sometimes love just isn’t enough to keep the pain at bay, sometimes it better to love someone from a far. @prettyyoungtragedy

I Miss You || Summary: Three little words have always held so much importance for you and Bucky, and in the end, you’ll miss him more than you could’ve ever imagined. @beefybuffybucky

His Best Friend || Summary: Takes place during Civil War. The reader had been friends for a long time with Steve. He has told her about the Winter Soldier but ever since the day that she met him, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. @xx-multi-fandom-fics

Piece By Broken Piece || Synopsis:The reader has been released from your duties as a H.Y.D.R.A. agent, the contract agreed upon by your father fulfilled. Now free, you have found yourself living at the Avengers Compound, piecing your life together with the help of Tony Stark and B.A.R.T. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but coming face to face with Bucky Barnes, the man who trained you, was a massive bump in the road to recovery. To your surprise, Bucky remembers you, the life you had together. And he is wracked with guilt, blaming himself. @fan-maddson

Puppies Summary: The Team was gone on a month long mission, and y/n was finding staying in to be boring. But when she finds a box by her coffee shop, she can’t wait to show her girlfriend, Nat, what surprises await. @emergenciesstory

Him & I || Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been dating for a few months and developed a bit of a routine. Who knew Rory Pond would help you realize your feelings? @nosleeptillbucky

Love Me Like You Do || Summary: Bucky Barnes is the bar manager where you work as a bar maid. You’ve had a decent crush on him since he started working there. It’s karaoke night and the bar is almost empty. What could happen? @ela-loves-you

A Piece of You || No Summary @ellaxvasiliev

Control || Summary: Loki’s wife comes home to a quiet house, far too quiet. @kaleenjackson

Why Are You Wearing My Sweater? || Summary: Lance's girlfriend finds a way to "keep him close" while he's away @laprofesoratinacita

Bad Bitch || No Summary @buckysforeverprincess

One Call Away || No Summary @nerdy-bookworm-1998

New Rules || Summary: The aftermath of your break up with Pietro @kjs-s

Here || Summary: You’re at a club that you didn’t want to go to in the first place, but a man named Steve makes things better. @anaboo-thewriter

[holylulusworld]

The Grinch

Summary: We get to know how you and Lloyd got together.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Reader

Warnings: Christmas mood, sweet reader, maybe clueless reader, language, a little fluff, a hint of groping

A/N: This is the prequel to my miniseries: Plant Apocalypse

“Put your Christmas sweater on,” you sing along to the music blaring from your phone. You shake your ass and giggle as the snowman you placed on your desk starts singing the moment you pass him by. “Yeah, you too!”

Lifting the box with Christmas decorations you huff. There are so many people around in this house and no one offered their help with the Christmas decoration.

You walk over to Lloyd’s office, smiling wildly as one of the newer agents wishes you happy holidays.

“Cheery and bright, guys,” you coo and wave at the men discussing the next job, or target. 

You shrug when they don’t look your way. Whatever they are up to is none of your business. From the moment you started working for Lloyd, you knew it was better to shut your mouth and not ask too many questions about his business.

While you fight to open the door and balance the box in your arm the men get louder. They seem to fight over something the newbie said.

“Hey, no fighting in here.” You yell, and the men stop in their tracks. “Mr. Hansen hates it when you demolish the headquarters!”

“Sorry,” they mumble. No one would believe that five bulky and heavily armored men stopped fighting only because you yelled at them.

“That’s much better. It’s Christmas, team. We should be cheery and happy, not fight. In the kitchen are cookies and later we can have hot chocolate.”

You managed to open the door and walk inside the office, huffing as it looks cold and unwelcoming.

There are monitors on the wall and a desk in the middle of the room. The other wall is grey and undecorated. Nothing is making you sadder than a room without decoration and plants.

“I’ll turn this cold room into a nice office,” you put the box on the couch standing next to the door. “Mr. Hansen will love it.”

You clap your hands and cheer yourself up. 

“What the fuck is that?” Lloyd feels like he’s going to vomit rainbows. He looks around his office, shaking his head in disbelief. “I was away for two hours, and someone infiltrated my office and turned it into Santa’s shithole.”

“Mr. Hansen, you are back!” You squeal and walk toward Lloyd. “Welcome to your new office. I decorated it for you to make it look more festive.”

“I-“ He chokes on air as there is a rocking Santa next to his beloved gun shelf. You even dared to sling a fairy light around one of the shotguns. “What did you do? You are…you are…”

He looks you up and down. You’re wearing an ugly Christmas sweater with a snowman and blinking lights.

“I know.” You wrap Lloyd in a hug. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I got a Christmas sweater for you too, Sir. You’ll love it. It matches your eyes.” 

Lloyd opens his mouth. He wants to tell you that you are fired. You violated his sanctuary, his beloved office but he can’t bring the words out. I mean, he killed people for less, but he can’t hurt you, or ruin your festive mood.

“I got you a matching one,” you smile sweetly. “I had hoped you’d wear it when we have hot chocolate and cookies.”

“Cupcake,” he sighs deeply and runs one hand down his face. Lloyd is a cold-blooded man and doesn’t give a shit about people, but he cares for you. “If I wear this thing, my men will believe I got weak and kill me.”

“Oh,” you sniffle. “I didn’t think this through. You’re a dangerous and strong man. Men like you don’t wear Christmas sweaters or kiss a girl under the mistletoe.”

“Mistletoe?” He cocks his head as you point at the mistletoe you hung up above his desk. Lloyd smirks. “So…did you already test the mistletoe?”

“I was alone at your office, Mr. Hansen,” you giggle. “It’s physically impossible for me to kiss myself.”

“Cupcake, you’d wonder about the uncanny flexibility of some people,” he gives you a dirty grin.

You wrinkle your nose. “Gross.”

“Yeah, a pretty girl on her knees is much better than suckin—” You cover his mouth to stop Lloyd from saying something gross.

“Do you like the decoration?” You look up at Lloyd with glassy eyes. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Sighing dreamily, you wait for Lloyd’s answer.

“Let’s see.” Lloyd walks you backward until you stand under the mistletoe. “How about we follow the tradition of kisses under the mistletoe?”

He cups your face and presses his lips to yours. Lloyd kisses you slowly, and almost sweetly. A stark contrast to his personality and profession.

“That was,” you whimper against his lips, “nice.”

“Not bad, cupcake,” he steps away to watch you stand on wobbling legs. He hums and almost doesn’t hate the decoration until his eyes land on a plant on his desk. “What is that?”

“Oh…” you smile sweetly. “I love plants, Lloyd. Don’t you love plants too?”

“I should shoot it for standing near my laptop,” he grunts and pokes the plant with his index finger.

“You’ll get used to it. How about I show you the plants at my apartment?” He watches you wring your hands. For months you tried to find the guts to ask Lloyd out and now you got him where you want him. “I’ll cook for you.”

“Hmm…” He is considering your offer. “I hope you know I love dessert the most…” Lloyd grins. He wraps his arm around your waistline and moves his hand to your ass. “Maybe we can have dessert first…”

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[beneaththehalo]

beneath the mistletoe [zayne x gn! reader]

summary: it’s your first time attending the annual akso hospital christmas party. you notice that your work crush, the young cardiothoracic surgeon dr. zayne, hasn’t brought a date, perhaps you can meet him under the mistletoe?

tags: fluff, mutual pining, holiday themes, hand holding, one kiss. author’s note located @ the end of the fic.

it’s the annual department christmas party and everyone seems to be in jovial spirits. people brought their long term partners, delicious holiday desserts, and secret santa gifts to exchange. the community atmosphere of akso hospital, particularly the cardiology floors, was what drew you to working there in the first place. you started working there as nurse in the summer after graduating from your program.

thankfully, a more senior nurse named yvonne took you under her wing so you could truly get a lay of the floor. she helped instill confidence in you from the very beginning, leading you through your orientation and answering all your questions without complaint. the mentorship was something you were really grateful for, and something you hoped to pay forward to ‘new grad’ nurses in the future. eventually, you grew accustomed to the other fellow nurses and healthcare workers on the floor. however, you hardly ever saw the doctors.

you had heard great things, of course. dr. greyson always delivered the best cookies for nurses appreciation week. dr. zayne made frequent trips to the pediatric ward with sweets to cheer up the children when he wasn’t saving lives on the operating table. however, you only ever saw them in passing. they were far too busy for socialization, except of course, when it was forced upon them.

you aren’t exactly sure how you could have developed such an innocent crush on doctor zayne in such a short amount of time, but yvonne assured you that it happened to almost everyone. a handsome, young, kind and talented doctor was a hot commodity. she was also brutally honest when she told you that zayne had never shown interest in anybody romantically before. he was very invested in his work and despite many, *many* attempts by yvonne to set him up on a date, he always refused. he always had some sort of excuse — too busy with work, took an extra volunteer slot in the arctic, researching the latest medical technology. you shrugged. your crush was harmless. you occasionally left the room when he was using the vending machine for a chocolate bar because you were blushing so bad and that was the extent of it.

but now, you stood at the snack table of the annual department holiday party searching for something to satisfy your sweet tooth when you feel the cold brush of doctor zayne’s hand meet your own. “sorry,” you immediately flinch, drawing your hand back as your eyes flick up to meet his. they were a pretty green, like a spruce tree; you had never seen them up close. “it’s quite alright,” he says softly, placing the macaron in your hand. “I should not eat all of these myself regardless,” he admits, a hint of smile pulling at the corner of his lips. you offer him a polite thanks as you take the cookie from him.

your eyes trail down to the ugly sweater he had chosen to wear. it had everything. unnecessary sequins, a snowman with black puffball buttons, excessive textures — it was endearing to see such a stoic man pull off a look. “i like your sweater doctor zayne,” you compliment, offering him a genuine smile as you take in the details of the look. the tips of his ears turn red in embarrassment. “ah yes well, yvonne said i could not attend if i did not partake,” he confesses as the tips of his ears turn red with embarrassment. that was yvonne for you, the only nurse who could boss the doctors around. you nod appreciatively as you bite into the macaron. “good call on this, the peppermint is so yummy,” you say with a soft smile.

“doctors always know best,” he says in his monotone voice, and you pray he has a sense of humor as you bust out into laughter. thankfully, it causes him to offer a taut smile, bemused by your reaction to his dry remark. “sir, no offense, but i’ve worked here for about a month or so and even i know that isn’t true. no matter how delicious dr. greyson’s cookies are” you tease in response, which earns another smile from him. you aren’t sure why you were so intimidated in the first place; he was easier to talk to than you expected.

“did you bring a date?” he asks casually, noting how many people brought their significant others along to meet their work colleagues. you’re not sure why you feel embarrassed by the question, but your cheeks feel hot. “oh uh, no. i recently moved here, so no chance for me to get to know anybody in that capacity yet…” you respond sheepishly, gaze falling to your twiddling thumbs. “and you?” you ask. he shakes his head ‘no’. “i’m single,” he admits. “not many people want to date someone with my schedule, and i’m not exactly interested in something casual.” you nod in understanding, even though his confession weirdly tugs at your heartstrings.

yvonne begins rounding everyone up for the white elephant gift exchange, causing you and doctor zayne to reluctantly leave the snack table. you’re a bit lost, trying to navigate exactly where the white elephant exchange was happening. you feel the cool brush of a hand touch yours again. “wrong way,” he chuckles softly, guiding you in the opposite direction. “right, thanks,” you smile, heart fluttering at his kind touch. normally, you would reject such affections, but you felt so safe with him, that you didn’t mind. aside from yvonne, you felt like you had finally made another connection in linkon city.

“pause!” yvonne says, stopping both you and the broad shouldered doctor zayne in the doorway. with a knowing smirk, she points upward at the top of the doorframe. both you and zayne’s eyes trail upward. mistletoe. your eyes meet again. “we don’t have to,” he whispers softly, his cheeks already turning red. “i want to—“ you interrupt him, allowing yourself to step closer to him in the narrow doorframe. now chest-to-chest, you gaze at him expectantly. “is everyone going to stare at us?” he whispers as he cups your face gently in his hands. “let them,” you whisper softly, breath fanning on his lips as you stand on your tiptoes.

your eyes flutter shut as you feel zayne’s lips meet yours. the kiss is hesitant, but sweet as you return it — hands delicately resting upon his chest and feeling his racing heart. it’s too short, and you already feel yourself missing the faint hint of mint and chocolate of his kiss as he pulls back. he doesn’t let go of your hand as you both sit beside one another for the gift exchange. you notice yvonne elbow zayne in the side with a comment like, “i told you that you’d like them” beneath her breath and zayne turning away with a shy blush. by the end of the party, you already had a date scheduled for next week.

a/n: i got deep into my zayne feelings recently and wanted to write something cute for the holiday season! thank you to @kinny-away for encouraging me to write again. officially opening my ask box up for holiday themed drabble requests for resident evil and love & deepspace, so send em in while you can! p.s. while you’re here, sign my virtual christmas tree?

[hiddenwashington]

crisp autumn days gradually give way to bitter winter nights. the trees scattered throughout the city are mostly barren now, void of the colorful leaves that now instead adorn the ground beneath quick feet. the possibility of snow, the promise of chilled nights and warm fires are just around the corner. while many might prefer shelter to the biting seasonal winds, that doesn’t mean that the good people of washington dc have settled entirely into their warm, cozy homes just yet, and so the city continues to be as bustling as ever.

as they had in years prior, several blocks within dc’s downtown area are currently lined with small welcoming tents and vendor stands, giving small local business owners a place to set up their seasonal shops, and newer arrivals a place to explore what the city has to offer. strings of lights and tinseled garland wrap around the poles to bring a sense of holiday festivity to the shoppers looking for last minute gifts, or the wanderers in search of a quick snack to have with friends. it’s a lively event, with no real pressure to buy, meant for all of those residing in the city! and though the weather has gotten chilly, that hasn’t stopped the crowds coming in through the blocked off streets, all bundled in their coats and mittens as they assess what the city shops have to offer as the winter market returns to washington.

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OOC INFORMATION

hello hello, loves! as we prepare to go on our annual activity check pause for the upcoming holidays, we thought that we’d bring a small little something to help kick up some wintery muse! this isn’t a full event though, as it’s only meant as something to perhaps prompt some new threads & give some festivities to incorporate into your writing. therefore, this will work a little differently than our typical events. so keeping that in mind, please read on for the rules & information regarding the market! as always, please have fun & we hope enjoy this little holiday treat!! ♥

DATES :

dec. 18th - jan. 8th

this event will last 3 weeks in character and out of character !

WHAT TO EXPECT FROM THE MARKET :

GENERAL STALLS

this is ever influx ! if you think of a stall or activity that could be here please feel free to message the main and we will add it !!

ice skating rink

scarves, mittens and hats vendors

make your own hot chocolate bar 

hand painted ornaments / paint your own ornaments

build your own wreath

snowman building competition

competitive snowball fight ( no powers allowed , refs are watching ! )

take your photo with hot santa

there is a regular santa for photos as well

live music each night 

carnival type games

any food and drink vendors your imagination can come up with

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CHARACTER RUN STALLS

this is something that is open to all members! if your character would like to work at a stall, or fully run one, please feel free to send the main a message and we will add them to this list! you can find the list of muses and what jobs they are doing HERE.

QUICK HOUSEKEEPING :

just the place to go for all of the necessary plotting, posting, & tagging information!

feel free to begin plotting & planning now! you can post plotting calls, starter calls, musing posts, and just all around get your muses ready for the end of the year celebration! this isn’t a typical event, so just feel free to do with this info as you will!

unlike our full events, you DO NOT have to put other threads on hold! as previously stated, this is just something to help kickstart some muse!

although this is unlike our usual events, we will still be offering one free starter per member, not per character! just look out for the start of the market on the 18th for more information there!

please tag all posts with either ' hwminievent7 ', or ‘ winter market ‘ or ‘ hw market ‘ or whatever just as a note if you so choose.

again, this is a mini event & it is NOT MANDATORY!!

as always, just have fun & go wild! please feel welcome to get creative with this & we just hope that all of your characters are able to find some way to enjoy the market! we can’t wait to see what you all do with this! please do not hesitate to ask any questions that may arise & let us know if you have any suggestions or need help! with that all said, as always, please like this when you have read it all! ♥

[cinnamon-piastri]

Sweater weather

A little blurb where you and Oscar take a walk and you get a little cold ✨

Pairing: Oscar x femreader

Warnings: None!

For Oscar there's nothing he'd rather be doing more than spending his winter break with you. And tonight you both found yourselves wandering down the chilly streets of London looking at Christmas lights. It very soon became evident that the thin jumper you had put on in a rush wasn't going to cover it.

"Are you cold? You're shivering" Oscar asks looking down at you, your teeth clattering slightly as you hold your arms in a desperate attempt to warm them up. "Maybe a little but I'm fine" you reply back trying not to make a big deal out of the situation.

Oscar simply rolls his eyes "a little? If you squeeze yourself any tighter you might pop" he replies with a smirk before offering his hoodie to you. "Go on put it on, that jumper can't be doing you any favours" You smile at him as you put his hoodie on, instantly feeling warmer and comforted from his scent.

"Any better?" Oscar asks as he looks down at you, admiring how cute you look in his baggy hoodie. "Much better thank you babe" you reply before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. Oscar smiles "I still don't know why you thought that would keep you warm" he said shaking his head and laughing.

"I didn't think I'd need a thicker one, it wasn't meant to be this cold" you admitted with a shiver. "Well it's a good job you got me to keep you warm then isn't it" he said with a chuckle before gently pulling you in for a hug, he kissed your forehead and gazed down at you with a loving smile.

"It really is beautiful out here" you said as you admired the bright lights that brought the streets to life, snow slowly starting to fall. "Not as beautiful as you though" Oscar confessed, still gazing down at your face and admiring how it lit up in excitement.

"Cheesy" you said with a chuckle as you looked up at him. Oscar chuckling back before lifting your chin up slightly and bringing you in for a soft kiss, admiring your little red nose as he pulled away before planting a kiss on it. "We best get you home before you turn into a snowman" Oscar says with a laugh. "How does hot chocolate and a movie in bed sound?"

"That sounds absolutely perfect" you admit with a grin before planting another kiss on his lips. "Then we best get going" he says smiling before wrapping an arm around you and walking you both home.

[devildom-enthusiast]

An Actually Cheerful Christmas | Satan x reader

1.1k+ words | GN! Reader | CW: None

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Christmas was here, snow covered the Devildom, and lights were strung from every building and house as far as the eye could see. The House of Lamentation was buzzing with energy, as per usual. However, no hostile energy could be sensed; it seemed the Sins could actually get along. 

Inside the House, the Christmas spirit hung in the air. Mistletoe hanging from Asmo’s door that nobody dared go near during the season. Bright lights illuminated Levi’s room, giving it a more festive feeling. Belphie and Beel were cooking up some unique Devildom festive treats in the kitchen. Well… Belphie was cooking, and Beel was his taste tester. 

Even Lucifer seemed to be in a giving mood, letting Mammon have his precious Goldie back for the memorable holiday. Satan, however, was locked in his room, for he had never immensely enjoyed the Christmas season until MC came along. So that’s where they both were. Snuggled close together, Satan with his favorite book, reading aloud to MC, who was lying on his chest, sipping a cup of hot chocolate. All was peaceful and still, as much as it can be in that House. 

“Don’t you want to get out for a bit? I have some fun things that I want to do with you.” MC got Satan’s attention rather fast; he did enjoy spending as much time with them as he possibly could.

“Sure, lead the way.” Satan let MC get up first, putting their hot chocolate to the side on a nearby dresser, which was also littered with books. 

Satan glared at the cup, which sat atop some books he enjoyed, but he didn’t say a word, simply following MC as they grabbed his hand and dragged him along but paused as they gave him a teasing grin and pointed up. Hanging from his doorway was a mistletoe; he rolled his eyes playfully before pulling MC into a kiss. It was not the type of kiss he normally gave, but gentle, loving, and pouring his feelings into it. Breaking away left MC breathless, their eyes glowing with love for that demon. 

“So what did you want to show me?” Satan had a smug grin while MC was left stunned and stuttering, clearly having forgotten what they were talking about.

“I- I uh-... right! I wanted to go to this cute little seasonal cat cafe and we could either go see the new what’s-his-face detective movie, library or just walk around the market afterward. Whatever you want.” The bright red of their cheeks slowly died down as their smile seemed to light up his entire world.

“Going for a nice walk sounds good…” he mumbled to himself before kissing MC on the cheek with a soft smile that all his brothers would make fun of him for. 

Satan offered MC his winter gloves and a cute cat-themed scarf, which they seemed to love. He pulled on a fluffy coat and actually put his arms in both sleeves. A miracle. They grabbed his hand and dragged him through the halls with a huge smile on their face and laughing all the same. His brothers gave him a weird look as they passed by, for he, too, had a smile that they rarely see around this time of year.

But he ignored the stares and questioning looks; this was his time to spend with someone so special to him. MC burst through the doors of the House to the outside and was hit with a chill, but that didn’t stop them. Snow was falling. They weren’t entirely sure how that happened, but they didn’t question it. 

“Come on! Come on, hurry up!” MC went back to where Satan was strolling along at a rather slow pace, according to them at least.

They pointed to the lights that hang off every streetlight and House that they could see with a wide smile. Then, they pulled him toward a cute little cafe with blinking Christmas lights and a little snowman standing outside as if welcoming them both in. A pretty black cat was in the window, staring at them both with those yellow-slitted eyes. Satan’s eyes lit up as well, entering the cafe but making sure to hold the door open.

MC excitedly entered behind him and picked up the black cat sitting by the window before cuddling the cat close while Satan picked up a little calico kitten and petted it softly. Satan held his hands out, offering the kitten to MC who happily accepted. He went to the counter and ordered some apple cider for them both. Waited around before bringing the warm drinks over to MC. 

An orange cat climbed into Satan’s lap, and he began to go off on a rant about his favorite type of cats, his favorite movie, etc. MC was just happy to listen to him rant. This was definitely the best Christmas they’ve had in a long time, maybe even ever. 

As he rambled, they rested their head on his shoulder, which made him have a goofy, sappy smile that he didn’t want them to see. Their face lit up when they noticed his blush slowly growing. 

“Awww, you’re so cute.” MC laughed and kissed his cheek, which made his blush grow further, expanding to his ears and making them turn red.

“I’m not cute…” He mumbled, which made MC’s teasing, knowing smile grow even more.

“Uh huh… sure, whatever you say.” He rolled his eyes playfully at their words before Satan let them sit back up straight and stood.

“Come on, I got something I want to show you this time.” He gestured for them to follow.

His green eyes sparkled, and they resembled a mix of mischief and pure love. They fixed their gloves and wrapped their scarf a little better around their neck before standing and following. As they left the cafe, Satan led her down a snow-covered path under huge trees. 

“Where are we going?” MC was quite curious, but knowing Satan, it would be a surprise.

“It’s a surprise,” Satan turned back to them with a teasing grin. 

As they both emerged from the forest, it was a huge sparkling lake with a huge flower patch surrounding the entire lake. MC’s eyes lit up as the moon reflected off the lake; the whole place was beautiful. 

“I love it…” MC murmured; They were in a sort of awe as they admired the beauty of the scenery.

A blanket was on the ground in the middle of a patch of flowers, perhaps crushing a few. Satan laid down on the picnic blanket, gesturing for MC to join him. After spending another second just staring and taking in the fantastic scenery, they joined him. Resting their head on his chest, listening to his solid heartbeat, they fell asleep listening to their lover talk about the constellations and their mythology meanings. This had to be the best Christmas ever. 

[whinesandwhimpers]

Wolfish Offerings

Part 1 - 'Hot Chocolate' (wolf shifter!ghost x f!reader)

White blankets everything outside, the greens and browns of the forest and the roof of your cabin now covered in snow.

Sipping your hot chocolate, you watch as more snow falls down in pretty little flakes. Maybe you’ll make a snowman later when it eases up, you think. For now, you’re just content to admire the weather from inside.

You briefly tense as you catch some movement outside before relaxing again when you recognise that kind-of-familiar fluffy backside as he approaches your cabin backwards, pulling another dead animal to your front door.

A deer, this time, you note.

It's the third animal—offering? gift? stock item?—this week.

You're not sure why he keeps doing this, why he chose your cabin as the spot to dump the victims of his sharp teeth or why he doesn’t seem fussed when he returns to drop off another animal only to find the previous one gone. Which is why you can’t help but feel like they’re somehow for you.

You leave your half-empty hot chocolate on your kitchen counter and head over to the front door, tearing it open and glaring at the wolf as he drops the deer from between his teeth and turns around to face you.

Snow decorates his grey and brown fur as he stands there, dark eyes focused on you.

"Alright, enough of you. I don’t want that thing and this isn't some food storage spot for you. Get out of here!" You're shivering by the time you're done scolding him, your long sleeve pyjamas and fluffy slippers clearly not enough to keep the cold from affecting you out here. The fire in your lounge room beckons you closer but you must deal with the matter at hand first.

The wolf tilts his head at you and maintains eye contact.

You've gotten glimpses of him around this part, your part, of the forest, aware of when he was nearby through his howls. And you’ve even exchanged far away glances at each other. He didn’t hurt you then so you feel a little better now about confronting him, however you aren’t sure if he’s about to devour you and you don’t exactly want to stand around and find out as you feel your bravery slowly leaving you the more he stares you down.

You flick your hand out. "Okay, go on, shoo."

Before he can have an opportunity to pounce, you close the door and start walking back to your kitchen to grab your hot chocolate. A bark startles you, then the sound of scratching at your door. Little Shit. Against all better judgement you go back and open your door. The deer remains where you saw it before but now the wolf is right here in front of you. He's even bigger up close, his head in line with your stomach.

Feeling brave you ask, "What do you want, Terror?"

He replies with a bark, much softer than you expected, as he slowly blinks up at you.

"I am not taking that thing if that's what you mean." You motion to the dead deer.

Another bark, before he bumps his nose against one of your hands that hangs by your side, then pushes past you and walks into your cabin.

"Hey, no terrors allowed, buddy! Get that fluffy butt outside! You're trekking in snow too, you know?!"

Your attempts to kick him out fall upon deaf ears as you end up closing your door and following him through to your lounge room where he circles a few times before lying down in a cozy ball right in front of the toasty fire, resting his head on the floor. He looked at home, relaxed, and more like a domesticated dog than a wolf.

Since it looks like he’s not leaving anytime soon and you really have no other option, you give in with a sigh. "Alright, you can stay for now."

He lets out a soft bark without lifting his head, then another when you try to leave.

"I'm just getting my hot chocolate. Stay." You doubt the command will work but you try it anyway, leaving him there while you walk to the kitchen.

He does in fact not listen.

You barely make it a few steps before he gets in front of you, making you stop, then starts nudging you, your stomach, your thighs, even tries nudging your crotch, making you gasp and push his head away.

"Terror! You're just a dirty, old man, huh?" You giggle, scratching behind his ear before you can stop yourself.

He huffs a breath of air out through his nose and nudges your leg again, before he takes some of your pyjama pants in his mouth and tugs you towards the fire. When he gets you to where he was laying down before, he tugs on your pants making you sit down, before nudging your shoulder so you're completely laying down on your back.

The cold must have frozen some of your brain cells because you just go along with it, allowing him to manoeuvre you however he likes.

"Did you want to eat me in front of a nice, warm fire, is that it?" You awkwardly joke, fingers clenching and unclenching nervously on your chest.

He lets out a little sound, a mix of a whine and a growl, and nudges your cheek, then lies down and rests his head on your clothed stomach, face in the direction of the fire, his eyes closing.

You let out a tense breath and bring a hand to his head and start gently petting him as you close your own eyes, feeling yourself warm up because of the fire and this big fluffy animal that radiates heat. It's not exactly the most comfortable spot but it'll do. You even ignore all the now-melted snow he's brought in.

"Don't think I haven't forgotten about that deer outside. And I'm gonna be really pissed if you eat me while I'm sleeping, Terror." You mumble, too busy falling asleep to hear the little snort he lets out.

Your hot chocolate goes cold.

[anavilante]

December Drabble Marathon 16/31: Empty Campus

AU: Modern College

Word Count: 1.5К

Summary: Gale doesn't go home for winter break due to problems with his father, and John decides to stay with him.

Snow fell to the ground in soft, fluffy flakes, and the little town sparkled with lights. Gale shuddered involuntarily with every gust of icy wind, silently cursing the holidays. To him, they had always been filled with chaos and pain — the smell of alcohol, loud shouting, the cold silence of his mother when his father came home late at night, having lost everything he could at cards or drunk whatever he could find.

Now, standing in the middle of the festive crowd, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all fake. The lights, the laughter, the scents of cinnamon and hot chocolate — it all grated on his nerves. But John was beside him. And even though John could sometimes be frighteningly similar to his father — impulsive, with that gleam in his eye when he discovered some new thrill, and always ready for a drink — he was entirely different.

“Hey, professor, are you even breathing under that scarf?” John teased, poking him playfully in the shoulder.

Gale tugged his scarf up higher, nearly covering his nose, as if trying to shield himself from the overwhelming holiday cheer. He hunched slightly as he walked through the square.

“If you call me ‘professor’ one more time, I’m leaving,” Gale snapped.

“Leave? From me?” John rolled his eyes, pressing a hand to his chest in exaggerated despair. “Oh, woe is me!”

Gale couldn’t suppress a smile, but he quickly frowned to hide it. They strolled past the market stalls, trading jokes. At some point, John bought a stick of cotton candy, waving the pink fluff directly in front of Gale’s face.

“Give in,” John insisted. “It’s the taste of childhood!”

“I’ve never eaten it, and I’m not about to start now,” Gale replied stubbornly.

“Then I’ll eat it for you,” John said with a cheeky grin, taking a huge bite. The sugar stuck to his lips, and he seemed perfectly content with it.

“You look like a five-year-old,” Gale muttered, handing him a napkin, rolling his eyes, though deep down, he wanted to taste those lips.

“And you look like a grumpy old man with arthritis who regrets letting his grandkids drag him to the fair,” John shot back, laughing as he wiped his face.

When they reached the ring toss booth, John practically ran ahead.

“It’s a scam, it’s almost impossible to win at these,” Gale muttered.

A few failed attempts later, one ring finally hit its mark. With a triumphant grin, John retrieved a ridiculous stuffed snowman from the pile of prizes and thrust it into Gale’s hands.

“This is for you, so you stop being so grumpy.”

“Thanks,” Gale mumbled, clutching the snowman. The toy was unexpectedly warm, and somehow, it made everything feel just a little bit better.

They continued their walk, and despite his best efforts, Gale began to feel warmth seeping through his icy mood. At one point, they stopped at a stall selling hot drinks. John ordered two mulled wines, and Gale turned away with a frown.

“What?” John asked, noticing his expression.

“Nothing,” Gale replied curtly.

“It’s about your father, isn’t it?”

Gale said nothing, clutching the snowman in his hands. He hated how easily John could read him.

“It’s non-alcoholic,” John said, holding out a cup to him.

“It’s called mulled wine. How can it be non-alcoholic?”

“Grape juice. Just try it,” John urged, offering it to Gale with a patient smile.

Gale hesitated, sniffed it cautiously, and then took a tentative sip. It smelled of spices and tasted nothing like alcohol.

“I’m not trying to get you drunk,” John joked.

He expected Gale to roll his eyes or grumble something under his breath, but instead, Gale looked at him, and for a brief moment, gratitude flickered in his gaze. He knew John was different. Gale knew John wasn’t like his father. He knew John would stay by his side, even if the world around them crumbled.

When they returned to the room, Gale sank wearily onto the bed. John sat beside him, gently taking the snowman from his hands and placing it on the bedside table.

“See? It wasn’t such a bad evening after all,” John said.

Gale looked at him—at his playful eyes, at the slight curve of his lips.

John had invited him to his home when he found out Gale wouldn’t be going back for winter break. He’d talked about his mom’s famous pumpkin pie, his sisters constantly arguing over who was better at decorating the tree—though, apparently, both were terrible at it—and his dad, who hosted silly competitions every year that inevitably ended with everyone wearing ridiculous Santa hats. John wanted Gale to come, wanted to show him his world, to introduce him to his loud, energetic, slightly chaotic family.

But Gale had refused. He’d refused immediately, without even considering it. Not because he didn’t want to—in truth, there had been a spark of longing, a fleeting desire to see it all, to feel, just once, what it was like to be part of something so vibrant, so real. But the fear was stronger.

What would he do there? How could he, with his sharp remarks, perpetual grumpiness, and hatred for the holidays, sit at their festive table? He just wouldn’t fit in. An outsider, through and through.

And John stayed with him. He could have gone home—to his family, to a noisy house filled with laughter, the scent of pies, and loud conversations. He could have met up with friends, gone bar-hopping, messing around, holding contests for the most ridiculous sweater, or simply singing karaoke until dawn. It would all have been so natural, so effortless, so him.

John loved the holidays—loved the crowds of people, the bright glow of garlands, the loud laughter, and the music pounding in his ears. He loved it all to madness. This was his element, his usual environment.

But instead of all that, he stayed here—in a nearly empty campus, amidst snow-covered paths and darkness broken only by the faint lights of streetlamps. He stayed to listen to Gale’s complaints. He stayed to witness how Gale’s bad mood poisoned everything around them, though, strangely, not them.

For the hundredth time, Gale asked himself the same question: how did he manage to fall in love with someone who was his complete opposite?

And now, as John chose to remain in the campus—this empty, frozen place, waiting for the holidays—Gale realized he might have ruined the celebration for someone who had been so looking forward to it.

“Not a bad evening,” Gale suddenly agreed, surprising John enough that he blinked. “And I know how to make it even better,” he answered softly.

Gale abruptly shoved him backward, climbing on top and pinning him to the bed. Their lips met hungrily, as if the jokes, conversations, and even the warmth of the fair had all been nothing but a long prelude. Finally, Gale bit John’s lower lip, and John gasped, startled by the sudden intensity.

“I’ve wanted to do that all evening,” Gale muttered, leaning closer to capture his lips again. “That damn cotton candy.”

John laughed, his hands tightening around Gale's narrow waist, but the laughter quickly turned into a sharp inhale as his hands slid lower, cupping Gale's firm ass. Squeezing, he gave a gentle pull, drawing them even closer together.

Gale moaned softly as their movements aligned, and his reaction was immediate. John’s hands moved lower, firmly gripping Gale’s thighs and spreading them slightly.

“Ride me,” John whispered, his voice rough and low.

Gale hesitated for only a moment before obeying, straddling him with his legs on either side of John’s body. His face flushed—whether from embarrassment or desire, even he wasn’t sure. His long hair had fallen into a disheveled mess, strands framing his face, and his pants strained noticeably, leaving no doubt about his arousal.

John looked up at him with hungry admiration, his eyes shining.

“Oh, so I’ve managed to spark your interest in cotton candy, huh?” he teased, his hand gently trailing over the taut fabric, brushing against Gale’s dick.

Gale flinched but didn’t pull away. Instead, he started grinding down on John’s solid, throbbing length, teasing them both as he squeezed his legs tighter around him.

“Oh, yes,” Gale breathed, leaning down to John again, his voice low. “Very interested now.”

John chuckled softly, his hands firmly gripping Gale’s hips once more, guiding his movements, showing him how to give and take even more pleasure.

And on this snowy night, in the warmth of their shared room, the evening became much, much better.

In the end, staying as some of the few students on an almost empty campus for the holidays wasn’t such a terrible decision after all. It came with its own enticing opportunities: deserted hallways, no prying eyes, and no need to stifle every moan of pleasure because of thin walls and nosy neighbors.

[sp000keyyy]

Holiday Special

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Masterlist

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Snowball Fight

Can be platonic or romantic!

GN!Reader

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"Have you seen my scarf?" You ask.

"Oh yeah, my mom put it on the coat rack earlier." Larry said, handing you your scarf.

The two of you had decided to go out to the treehouse, maybe build a snowman or two. It was the middle of winter so getting to the treehouse was going to be annoying, even if it wasnt thar far, the snow and ice made everything annoying this time of year.

You were never really a fan of snow, sure you thought it was pretty but actually walking in it was something else. It was cold and wet and just an inconvenience most days.

Larry was walking quickly to the treehouse, not noticing you taking slow, heavy steps to make sure there were no ice patches under the snow.

Suddenly, something cold and hard hit your shoulder. Larry erupts with laughter.

"I got you!" He yelled from the base of the tree house. You grumbled and leaned down to grab a handful of snow to launch back at him. Forming it into a compact ball, you chucked it in Larry's direction.

"You missed!" Larry yelled over, you were about to throw another snowball in his direction when you see a glob of white quickly flying at you. The snowball hit you right in the nose, sending you down into the snow.

"OH SHIT!" Larry yelled. He rushed over at you.

"Y/n are you okay? I'm so sorry dude, i was aiming for you chest." He said as he offered his hand out to you. You grabbed his hand with one arm and smashed a handfull of snow into his face with the other.

"GOTCHA!" You yelled, quickly getting up and trying to run away while he was stunned by your surprise attack. Trying your best to run to the treehouse without slipping and falling on your ass, you make it. You run behind the tree and start making as many snowballs as you can.

You can hear snow hitting the tree trunk behind you, sometimes you can see some of them flying past you.

"C'mon Y/n! Afraid I might i'll hit you again?!" Larry shouted towards you. You swiftly came out from behind the tree and chucked a snowball at Larry.

The two of you didnt even realise how much time you had spent pelting snowballs at each other until Lisa had come outside, telling the two of you to go back inside before you got sick. It was like the two of you zoned out, when you heard Lisa you realised how dark it had gotten outside. Had you really been in a snowball fight for that long?

The two of you went back inside to be greeted by hot chocolate on Larry's bed side table. You thanked Lisa and sat on the bean bag in Larry's room. The two of you spent the rest of the evening watching shitty horror movies until you went home.

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[winchesteralex]

Apocalypse Calex/Winchester Xmas Fluff

Snow blanketed Bobby’s junkyard, muffling the world in white and offering a rare moment of peace. For once, the roaring Apocalypse and the tension between the Winchesters seemed far away. Bobby had reluctantly declared it a “holiday,” insisting the family needed one night to breathe.

Alex sat on the porch swing, bundled in an oversized jacket Dean had thrown at her earlier. She cradled a mug of cocoa and stared out at the snow-dusted cars, their outlines softened by the glow of Christmas lights Bobby had grudgingly strung up. She wasn’t sure why he’d bothered, but seeing the soft lights made her chest ache with bittersweet warmth.

Dean sat beside her, a beer in hand, his leg bouncing nervously. Sam had retreated inside after another tense argument, leaving the siblings in an uneasy silence.

“You okay, kid?”

Alex glanced at him. His expression was tight beneath the weariness. His green eyes, so much like hers, were fixed on the snow as if searching for answers in its quiet fall.

“I’m fine,” she lied, sipping her cocoa. She wasn’t fine. None of them were. Between Hell, Heaven, and everything else, they were all fraying at the edges.

Dean scoffed. “Yeah, sure you are. Because we’re all thriving, right?” He chuckled bitterly, his breath fogging in the cold.

Alex hesitated, then said softly, “It’s Christmas, Dean. Maybe… maybe we don’t have to fight tonight. Just for a little while?”

Her words hung in the air, fragile as the snowflakes drifting down.

Dean sighed, running a hand over his face. “Yeah. You’re right. One night.” He leaned back, tipping his beer toward her with a jaded eye roll he barely suppressed. “To peace on Earth or whatever.”

Alex clinked her mug against the bottle with a small smile. “And goodwill toward the Winchesters.”

Dean scoffed audibly, but it was with a genuine little smile.

The sound of the porch door creaking open drew their attention. Sam stepped out, his expression cautious. He held a plate of cookies Bobby had forced him to bring out. “Truce?” he asked, his voice uncertain.

Dean’s eyes flicked to the cookies, and he smirked. “Depends. Are those chocolate chip?”

Sam grimaced and grinned all at once. "Your lucky day." He sat with his siblings and everyone took a cookie.

The three settled into a tentative quiet until Bobby trudged out a few moments later with a steaming pot of coffee. “Thought you three idjits could use somethin’ stronger than cocoa,” he said, pouring spiked coffee into their mugs.

Dean raised his mug in a toast. “To family. Dysfunctional, messed-up family. But still family.”

Sam hesitated, then clinked his mug against Dean’s. Alex joined in, her smile growing as warmth—not just from the drink—spread through her.

Suddenly, the porch lights flickered, and a familiar rush of air signaled the arrival of Castiel. He appeared at the edge of the yard, his trench coat dusted with snow.

“Seriously, Cas?” Dean groaned. “It’s Christmas. Can’t the Apocalypse wait a freakin' day?”

Castiel tilted his head, his blue eyes scanning each of them in turn. “I wasn’t summoned. I… wanted to check on you.”

Alex’s heart skipped a beat at the unexpected sincerity in his voice. Then she frowned when he noticed the snowflakes falling, and raised his hand to look at the back of it where small flakes began to pepper. Alex stood and stepped down into the snow. “Are you cold?"

He looked down at his snow-covered shoes, then back up at her. “I… am not accustomed to this sensation. But it doesn��t bother me.”

“Still,” she said, grabbing his arm and tugging him onto the porch. “Don't stand out there like some snowman. Join us.”

Castiel obeyed. Bobby handed him a mug without a word, and Castiel accepted it, inspecting the contents curiously.

“It’s coffee,” Alex explained, sitting beside him. “With booze. Try it. You might actually like it.”

He took a tentative sip and nodded in approval. “It’s… pleasant.”

Dean chuckled. “That’s high praise coming from you, Cas.”

The angel’s gaze drifted to the lights strung across the porch. “You’ve decorated.”

“Bobby’s idea,” Sam said.

“It’s tradition,” Bobby grumbled. “Even in the middle of all this end-of-the-world crap, we deserve a little normal.”

Castiel’s eyes softened. “It’s… beautiful.”

For a while, they all sat together, watching the snow fall. Alex found herself leaning against Castiel’s shoulder, the quiet weight of his presence oddly comforting.

“Thanks for stopping by, Cas,” she murmured.

“You are welcome,” he said, his voice low but sincere.

As the snow continued to fall, the porch filled with the warmth of laughter and quiet companionship. For the first time in a long time, the world didn’t feel so heavy.

And for one night, the Winchesters—and their unlikely angelic ally—found a small slice of peace.