#and you can use them to make snowmen out of marshmallows!

[you-are-constance]

i dont know how i can be expected to create a graham cracker gingerbread house without PRETZEL STICKS.

i cannot work in these conditions.

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

CoD!Widow AUs make me cry and I love it

Like imagine being married to Price, and he dies in action.

The guys only find out he's married because as they are waiting for evac, they know he won't make it. The silence is thick as he goes into his chest pocket and pulls out a polaroid of his wife that he's kept hidden for for the past two years. It's a picture of them eloping at the courthouse, posed in front of the courthouse steps. She's got on a short white wedding dress, and he's dipping her back in a classic romantic kiss.

The next polaroid he shows them with shaky hands is of her and a little baby boy, and he has their captain's eyes and her smile and a head full of curls. John tells them they named him John Jr., but he's affectionately called JoJo.

John tells them that he was going to invite them all home for the leave after this mission, the Wife's been begging to meet them all says, "Who are you to deprive JoJo of his uncle's? They can keep their mouths shut about us." But now he's sad because he's dying, and he should have listened to her, and he won't get to see either his wife or JoJo meet his boys for the first time.

John makes Simon, Kyle, and Johnny swear on taking care of his wife and son. He was all they had. He wants them to hug her tight, always send her flowers, she likes pink garden roses the most, but is just as happy with any flower. He tells them that her favorite holiday is Christmas, and since JoJo was born, John has always dressed up as Santa so the boy could sneak downstairs and 'catch him' setting out presents. They are a colored lights on the tree and stockings above the fireplace kind of family, hot cocoa with whipped cream with sprinkles, not marshmallows type of family. Snow days spent making snow angels and snowmen type of family.

In the end, he just tells them to make sure his little family knows he loves them and let his wife know he wasn't alone when he took his last breath. That was always her biggest fear, him dying in the field alone.

It's actually Kyle that is able to bring himself to knock on the red front door to the sweet little country side house. The home is perfect it looks like it is big enough for a family of at least five. There's an apple tree out front, the grass is manicured, and there are well-kept and well loved flower boxes on the windows.

Kyle feels sick to his stomach, and he doesn't want to be holding his Captain’s hat, dog tags, and under it, the British flag. He's the one that does it because Johnny can't form words because he spent the previous night crying so badly he lost his voice, and Simon has been at his worst with shutting down, he hasn't even taken off the gloves and mask he was wearing since they still had Captain’s blood and scent on them, Kyle suspects he's still in shock. Kyle is the only one even halfway put together out of three to speak with their Captain’s Widow.

The front door opens, and it's her. She's wearing a pink apron, a smudge of cake batter on her cheek, and on her hip is Jojo. Kyle could have choked and died when he noticed the small bump in her middle. It's clear that Captain didn't know, or else he would have said something about this, too.

Her eyes are bright for a second as she swings open the front door, "Finally he lets you off base" She goes to laugh but that sound dies in her throat when she sees what he's holding. Kyle watches as the light dims in her eyes and her smile slowly drops.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Price." Is all he's saying before she's wailing in heartache.

Part 2

[i9messi]

Christmas miracle — Max Verstappen

Max and you were friends, but this Christmas something happens between you two.

Word count — 1,6k

note: friends to lovers!! It's romantic and highly inspired in Christmas romcoms.

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You didn't know what, but something was different during these days. You were spending your time in a small hidden village in Sweden. It was very homely, the houses were decorated and the Christmas spirit was present, even if you didn’t understand the language of the locals. Christmas was worldwide and you were someone who loved sharing and caring about others, as much as you loved these special days.

Your friend Max had invited you because he knew how much you loved this moment of the year and the need to get out of your exhausting routine. Working full-time and still a little bit depressed from breaking up with your boyfriend, your best friend thought it was the best idea so you could forget about your worries and just focus on Christmas.

“Auch!”

You complained loudly, as you felt the snowball hit the back of your head. A child had thought it was a good idea to start throwing snowballs at complete strangers, and you were the target of his prank.

“Do you want me to throw a snowball at him? I can throw one in his face, so he doesn’t bother anymore.”

You laughed, while Max looked at the child as if he was really thinking about throwing a snowball in his face.

“Don't be silly. Kids are just kids, Max. Where is your Christmas spirit?”

“I wasn't like him at his age.”

“No, but you were way worse. I remember you fighting with Charles and other kids in the karting.”

He said nothing. As you continued your walk, Max forgot about the kid and started talking about different things. To hear him speak so freely was beautiful, because now that the races had ended for a short period, it was as if his mind could disconnect from all of it.

He wasn’t the Max that everyone knew, the one who seemed to only care about winning and succeeding. No, this was the Max you knew: someone loving, caring and good friend.

You both started to shop in the small market of the village. Milk, chocolate and marshmallows. That same morning you told him that Christmas was not the same without a cup of hot chocolate and as Max never forgot anything, he decided to go shopping with you.

The old lady who was attending smiled at the reflection of both of you.

“You make a beautiful couple.”

“Oh, we’re just friends.” you and Max said at the same time, correcting the woman.

“My husband and I were only friends, and now we have been married for fifty years and have seven grandchildren. We used to say we're just friends, look at us now.”

You smiled while Max paid for everything.

“I’m happy being friends.” He said and the lady looked at him with a little mistrust.

“Now that Jultomten is coming, there is something different in the air, something magical. It’s never too late for a Christmas miracle.”

Knowing that the woman just wanted you two to say you were in love and loved each other more than friends, you both decided to just nod and leave the store. The way to your rented house was short. The children were making snowmen and throwing more and more snowballs. Luckily, this time neither you nor Max were the target of them.

Once you arrived at the house, you and Max went to your separate rooms to change clothes for something more comfortable and also to turn on the heating. Back in your pajamas, you appeared in the kitchen. Max made the hot chocolate and you took the marshmallows and put them in the cup.

Once it was done, you took seats on the sofa, right next to the fireplace.

“It tastes so good,” you said, without separating your gaze from Max's.

“I could live like this. Without caring over winning races and titles, just spending my time with my best friend in a small town.”

You smiled, Max was right. These days were so enjoyable, without caring about anything. You forgot about your responsibility, about social media and everything else. It was Max and you. You and Max. Nothing more. Life was so beautiful with you and him together.

“We could live happily together,” you joked, while taking another sip.

Something changed in Max's eyes. He suddenly became someone you couldn't read, not completely.

“Would you?”

“Live happily with you? Why not? You're my best friend.”

There was a deep silence, until he spoke. His eyes looked at you with great attention, waiting for your reaction.

“Can I be totally honest with you?”

“I always thought you were honest with me, Max.”

And he was. He was a person you could trust, because he always told you the truth. Even when it was hurtful.

“I'm in love with you.”

He spoke so low, you could hardly hear his whisper. Yet you were very sure of what you had heard. He loved you. Your best friend loved you.

“Max, what are you talking about?”

“I have loved you since the moment I knew you. For years I thought I had no chance— but look at me, risking all. I’m waiting for a Christmas miracle to happen so you’ll realize that I’ve always been there for you.”

You got up from the chair and left the hot drink on a small table.

“Max, don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying.” He also stood up from his seat, repeating the same thing you had done.

His blue eyes never shined so bright. You knew him, and for so many years you learned when he was lying and when he was not. He was telling the truth, his truth.

“Why didn’t you tell me before? Why now?”

“Would it have changed things?”

He continued to speak, because you didn't know what to say.

“No, it wouldn’t have changed anything. You would have gone with that asshole who broke your heart and I would still be waiting for an opportunity… I’m not lying and I would never lie to you. I’m in love with you and it drives me crazy to think that someone so stupid could break your heart and make you cry. I would never make you cry, love.”

“Max— I need time to think.”

“Don't go.”

“I’ll be back.”

You grabbed your coat and didn’t give him time to respond, walked away. The children were still playing, but everything seemed to move in slow motion at that time. You found a seat, while tears fell from your eyes.

Suddenly, a young girl stood in front of you.

“Why are you crying?”

The good part was that the girl spoke the same language as you, the worst part was that you couldn’t blame the bad translation for not knowing how to express your feelings.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Crying is good, but my mom always tells me it’s also good to talk about the things that make us cry.”

You smiled at her.

“My best friend told me he’s in love with me.”

“So what’s the problem? I’m in love with my best friend, too.”

“How did you realize?”

Asking that to a girl who looked like she was no more than ten years old was a little pathetic, but still, you found yourself doing it.

“He is my favourite person in the whole world. I care about him being happy and his opinion is important for me. Sometimes I dream about holding his hand and about how it would be a future together. I feel butterflies in my tummy and I feel nervous he gives me attention, especially in a way that feels different from others.”

You nodded and spoke a minute later, with your heart beating so fast.

“I used to be in love with him, when I was little. I thought— I was so sure that those feelings had disappeared but now, I think they never disappeared. Not entirely.”

“You should go and talk to him, you need to tell him how you feel.”

You nodded.

“You’re right, little friend.”

You stood and looked at the girl.

“Thank you.”

“Merry Christmas to you.”

You smiled and started walking toward the house, you found Max walking fast down the streets. His face looked worried as he tried to find you among the people on the streets. His gaze met yours and some calm painted on his face, but still, he hurried to close the gap between the two.

“I was worried, you weren’t coming back and it was getting late. I know you don’t feel the same as me and…”

“Max, shut up and listen to me.”

He kept his mouth closed.

“I freaked out. When you told me that you had feelings for me, I thought everything would change between us but now that I think about it, nothing is going to change. When I was a kid, I used to think we’d be together when we grew up. I thought we’d get married and end up like all those couples I used to see when I was little. When time passed, I guess I stopped daydreaming or somehow tried to date other people, knowing that I couldn’t have you. Not like that. I searched the faces of other men, not knowing you would be here waiting for me."

He swallowed, “What do you mean?”

"Isn't it obvious? A wise person made me realize that those feelings never went away and that I still have feelings for you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want my feelings to influence the way you feel.”

“Max, I’ve never been more sure in my life. Oh, except every time I knew you were going to win the championship.”

He smiled. A genuine smile that made him look much softer than he really was.

“You are making me the happiest man.”

“Max?”

“Yes?”

“We could go home and kiss there.”

He smiled and he held your hand.

“Let’s go.”

In fact, you kissed a lot.

[tangyangie]

𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

desc. their favorite winter activities.

notes. i wanted to wait to post this when it was snowy outside for me but that never came because it never snows anymore sobbing !!!1!11!!1!

anyways this is like a modern-ish au... i guess??

snowball pelters. as soon as you step outside, you're getting a load of freshly balled up snow—the powder having been turned into an extremely dense sphere—straight to your face. if that's not enough, you'll get some down your back, too. oh, how they just love to see your face cringe out of frigidity, squeezing your eyes shut and mouth so eager to speak, yet being unable to get a single word out. they'll laugh with no shame and taunt you, so your only choice is to take a snow shovel and bury them. see how confident they are then, being completely submerged in the white powder. they'll curse you under their breath (lovingly) and follow you around all day, refusing to not torment you by tossing messily made snowballs at you.

yelan, HU TAO, yae miko, WANDERER, heizou, cyno, TARTAGLIA, faruzan, eula, beidou, xinyan

snowman makers. they are the most adorable beings you'll ever see. so concentrated on getting the proportions of the snowmen right, even if they're not the best at it. they look at others' snowmen and get concerned that their own may be a little... unsteady. meaning, the head was too large for the body and was constantly falling over and destroying itself. with a frown, they'd be determined to get it back up on their own, (politely) refusing help. once they get the snowman to hold up long enough for them to go find some sticks, you'd fix it up for them. taking a little bit of snow off the top, adding it to the lower half, and reinforcing the bottom with some rocks covered in snow. once they come back with arms for the snowman, you innocently smile, sitting down in the snow as they eye you suspiciously, but smile and pat you on the head. do they know? ...you can't be sure.

XIAO, gorou, furina, kazuha, KOKOMI, albedo, collei, shenhe, ayaka, TIGHNARI, nilou, ganyu

hot chocolate drinkers. they cozily sit inside, watching their favorite re-runs as they sit on the couch. they watch the people freezing outside with a smug look, lazing around and doing absolutely nothing, wrapped in the largest blankets they could find. this is their... fourth? fifth cup of cocoa, and the bag of mini marshmallows they take from is quickly shrinking. honestly, they feel like a teddy bear with how warm they are. you've got no clue how they're not sweating and dying from the heat. their smirk makes you want to toss them out into the snow and watch them suffer, but they suffer enough when they accidentally spill burning hot cocoa on themselves.

lumine, LYNETTE, venti, kaveh, KIRARA, yoimiya, aether, ayato, MONA, xingqiu, lisa, yanfei

driveway shovelers. they are stuck outside all day, working on clearing the asphalt of snow. it's almost hopeless—the snow doesn't stop, so any of the driveway that gets cleared is covered again in only minutes (it's so tired...) and all that you're left with is someone who's extremely close to face-planting in the snow. honestly, they're probably hoping to get hypothermia—at least it'll put them out of their misery. but them, being the hard workers that they are, miraculously manage to finish shoveling, and join the hot chocolate drinkers after their time in hell, collapsing on the couch (and probably falling asleep).

DILUC, wriothseley, neuvillette, dehya, JEAN, keqing, CANDACE, zhongli, thoma, shinobu, noelle, mika

hill sledders. they'll bust through the door at the first speck of light, holding anything that they could safely use as a sled. honestly, they would sled on a shoveled pile of snow if there wasn't a hill, but they're determined to find a good place to sled. so, they'll drag you along, running around until you can spot some type of slope that'll get you faster than 1 inch per second. once you do, they're so excited they'd probably forget the sled on the way up. so, you're stranded at the top while they carefully slide back down to retrieve the sled. by the time they get back to the top, you're already unimpressed, but they manage to cheer you up. they sit you on the sled and push you down, hopping behind you and holding you tight. cause if they weren't, you probably would've been found sticking out of the nearby heaps of snow.

amber, NAVIA, lyney, fischl, ITTO, charlotte, xiangling, bennett (crashes into a tree), kaeya

sleepers. exactly what is sounds like. they will be BURIED in bed all day. not even a fire alarm will be loud enough to wake them up—they are completely knocked out. honestly, they wouldn't even realize it. they were just so cold when they woke up in the morning, so they didn't even bother to leave. they instantly fall back asleep, so the only way to wake them up is leaving them until they thaw in the snow.

ei, baizhu, chongyun, ROSARIA, alhaitham, ningguang, sucrose, LAYLA, freminet

notes. ngl winter would be the best season if it wasn't so damn cold 🤗🤗 it's soooo pretty IF IT SNOWS

also listened to beabadoobee's cover of winter wonderland at least 30 times today so go do that please

and i have never gone sledding before actually so if it sounds like that "𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖟𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖍𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖊" thing i'm so so so sorry

[goldenempyrean]

Hi, it’s so hot here so can I request a winter scenario with Wanda and sick reader with the prompts "You’re going to catch your death out here.” Bless you… Bless you! Are you okay- bless you again!”.

I was thinking the Avengers are hosting a snow day for underprivileged kids at the compound. Reader has never seen snow in person, so she spends all her time making snow angels and getting in snowball fights with the kids. Reader wakes up the next morning with a really sneezy cold. Wanda shifts into fluffy caretaker mode, and the other Avengers are watching like, wow Wanda really loves her. ❄️🥰

Baby It's Cold Outside

〚 Notes - Wow it really has been a while since I've done requests, I'm so sorry this took so long! I hope it's okay but I switched things around a little to have Wanda experiencing the snow :D Enjoy! 〛

〚 Pairing - Wanda Maximoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Your girlfriend experiences the snow for the day first leading to a day of fun and excitement. Maybe you should've insisted that she wear her hat though..〛

〚 Wordcount - 2395 〛

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“Wanda!” You smiled as you gently caught the wrist of your eager girlfriend just before she’d raced out of the door, “You need to wear these sweetpea, it’s too cold without them.” You murmured softly, taking the pair of pink gloves you’d shoved in your pocket earlier that morning and carefully pulled over her hands. 

“Oh! But I won't be able to feel the snow now!” You could almost feel her whine, as stuck out her lower lip pouted up at you. 

But you only shook your head fondly as you pulled a matching pink bobble head over her hair, “You’ll most definitely still feel it Wands, it’s just to stop you getting too cold. Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

You smiled at her, she was practically overflowing with excitement, “Alright sweetheart, go enjoy yourself. I’ll be out with some hot chocolate soon.” 

Now you see, Wanda had never seen snow before. The blanket of pristine white powder that had fallen during the night, holding the land in its icy grip and the look on her face when she’d woken up that morning and taken in the view from the window was a look you’d never forget. Such pure excitement and rushing anticipation to experience it all. 

Every year whenever it snowed, the Avenger’s liked to open up their campus to the kids in the local community. The wide-open fields provided not only a big, but also safe place for them to happily play. Parents had a temporary respite and the whole team grew their relationships with the community as a whole. Plus, the kids had fun too. It was a win, win.  

During breakfast Wanda had practically been bouncing in her seat. They’d opened the field half an hour ago and there were already several kids putting in the work to make some snowmen. All she wanted was to go out there and join them as soon as possible. So as soon she’d finished eating the last of her waffles, she’d headed straight for the field. 

You paused for a moment to watch the wonder on her face as she dove into the soft white snow, the wide grin on her face felt contagious as your own lip’s helplessly morphed into a soft loving smile.  

“Right, hot chocolate.” You said to yourself, bringing yourself back to reality, stealing one last glance at your girlfriend in the snow - she’d laid flat on her back and had begun making snow angels after a little girl had showed her how. 

You turned on your toes and headed back to the kitchen, taking out a stack of cardboard cups and making sure you had enough for everyone. Once you were sure, you began heating up the milk. Yes, you used milk. The debate of whether to use milk or hot water had been had way too many times. Sam insisted that you were meant to use hot water which had horrified you the first time you heard his claim. As you waited for the milk to warm, you stood up on your tiptoes to pull a fresh bag of mini marshmallows from the cupboard. 

They were meant to be hidden in Natasha’s secret stash of snacks, but you figured she wouldn’t mind… as long as you placed them before she noticed they were gone. Once the milk had heated you added the hot chocolate powder and poured it into the cups, decorating each one with whipped cream and a generous sprinkle of the marshmallows. Perfect. 

Heading back to the door, you called out loudly, “Kids! Who wants hot chocolate?” Receiving several loud squeals of excitement in response as they all turned and ran back inside to grab a cup.  

They were all well-mannered and you smiled fondly as each child said a ‘thank you’ before taking their cup and racing back outside. After each cup had been taken you noticed that the large white mug, you’d made special sit sat on the side of the countertop. Wanda hadn’t even come inside for hot chocolate, you smiled to yourself at just how much she must’ve been enjoying herself before taking the cup, feeling its warmness sink into your hands before grabbing a scarf and heading out into the snow to find her. 

Several other members of the team had also decided to join in on the fun and you couldn’t hold back a laugh as you saw Clint get pelted in the face by a snowball hurled by Natasha from several feet away. Tony also seemed to be enjoying himself, he’d apparently crowned himself leader of the 6-year-olds and they were all using his technology to build a huge igloo to play inside. 

“Wands?” You called out as you got closer to your team members, to which your eyes widened in surprise seeing a familiar head of messy brunette hair pop up from behind a huge snow boulder that was apparently the base to a huge snowman that her and Steve had joined up to build.  

“Wands!” You smiled but then her messy hair caught your attention, “Sweetheart, where’s your hat? Hm? I thought I told you to wear it.” You said - you would’ve put your hands on your hips, but you were still holding her mug, “Oh, and your gloves.” You added with a sigh as you realised, she was also missing her pink accessories. 

“I’m sorry! They were just getting in the way, and I really wanted to just feel the snow.” 

“And did you?”  

Wanda beamed excitedly as she knelt down and picked up some snow, pressing it into a ball before holding it proudly, “Yes, look!” 

How could you lecture her about keeping warm when she was just so cute. “Look what I brought you.” You smiled, remembering the chocolatey drink in your hands, “Here you go.” 

To say her eyes lit up would be an understatement. They practically sparkled as she accepted the warm cup, her cold hands cradling the object as if it were the most important thing in the world. She took a sip and looked up at you, “Thank you baby.” She murmured, the gratitude in her voice clear. 

You smiled back at her, “No problem sweetie, I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” You said, removing the scarf you’d put on earlier and gently wrapped it around her neck instead, to which she instantly snuggled against it, “But seriously, you’re going to catch your death out here if you don’t stay home so keep that on for me darling, okay?” 

"She's really got you wrapped around her finger, huh?" Natasha smirked playfully as she walked past, and you didn’t notice the way her hand was suspiciously hidden behind her back. 

You shot her a fake glare, "Well, when your girlfriend looks at snow like it's the most magical thing in the world, you'd do anything to make sure she stays warm and happy." 

Wanda giggled, taking another sip of her hot chocolate, her eyes never leaving yours. The warmth in her gaze made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but be grateful for these moments of joy. But your attempt of saving the moment was starkly stopped when you felt the sudden shock of feeling a freezing hold object hit the back of your neck followed by what could only be described as hyena laughing coming from the redheaded assassin a few yards away. 

“Got you!” Natasha managed to say inbetween laughs. 

“Oh, you are so on.” You smirked widely, cracking your knuckles before picking up your own handful of snow, “Come on, let’s get her Wands’.” 

After a spirited exchange of snowballs, you all collapsed into the snow, breathless and grinning and as the evening settled in, the Avengers decided to wrap up the snow day festivities. The kids, rosy-cheeked and filled with joy, gathered around for a final round of hot chocolate before heading home. Wanda, still wrapped in the scarf you had given her, stood close by, she was a little quieter now, seemingly having used up all her energy during her day of fun and the small yawns she’d been trying to hide in your scarf was your sign she was probably ready for bed. 

As the last of the kids said their goodbyes, you turned your attention back to Wanda. Both her cheeks and nose were slightly red from the cold, and she sniffled a little as she tried to suppress another yawn. You couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable exhaustion. She really did make that snow day worth it’s while and you were so glad that she enjoyed herself so much. 

"Looks like someone had a lot of fun today," you teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 

Wanda leaned into your side, nodding with a content smile. "It was incredible, Y/N, I've never experienced anything like this before. The snow, it was so cold but oh it was amazing! I loved it so much!” 

You pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart. Now, how about we get you inside and warmed up a bit? I’ve already put the fluffy blanket you like in the dryer, so it’ll be super warm for you.” 

Before long, the two of you were cuddled up beneath the blanket on one of the sofas in the living quarters. Some cheesy reality TV show was playing on the big TV screen though you weren’t really watching, it was there for the benefit of Clint and Bruce who’d also joined the pair of you and were currently arguing over who was the best Kardashian – much to your amusement.  

After some time, you noticed that Wanda's eyes were growing heavy as she snuggled against you. Her head rested against your shoulder, and her breathing slowed down. It was evident that the combination of the day's excitement and the warmth of the blanket was lulling her to sleep. 

Gently, you lifted her in your arms and carried her to your shared bedroom. You carefully laid her down on the bed, tucking her in with extra care. Wanda mumbled a soft 'thank you my love' in her sleepy state, and you pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed yourself. It didn’t take long and soon you were back to the bed and cuddled up under the blankets and falling asleep right beside her. 

The next morning, you woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. You stretched lazily, feeling well-rested after the previous day's festivities. Turning to your side, you expected to see Wanda still peacefully asleep. However, you were met with a surprising sight. 

Wanda was awake, sitting up in bed with a sheepish smile on her face. She held a tissue in one hand, and her nose was slightly red. It was then that you noticed a faint, adorable sneeze escape her, which she quickly tried to muffle with the tissue. 

You couldn't help but chuckle at her adorable attempt to be quiet. "Bless you, Wands," you whispered, sitting up beside her. 

She sniffled and rubbed her nose, giving you a sheepish smile. "Sorry, did I wake you up baby? I was trying to be quiet.” She sniffled again, however this time it didn’t have the intended effect, her breath hitching a little as her face shifted into an awaiting look of anticipation. 

“Hh.. Hih-H’iiishu!”   

“Bless you bab- Bless you! Are you okay?- bless you again!” Your eyes widened as your girlfriend couldn’t seem to stop sneezing, “Goodness sweetheart! Now you see this is why we wrap up warm when it’s freezing out. I think you’ve caught yourself a cold my love. 

Wanda pouted slightly as scrunched up her nose, “Maybe just a little one but it was really worth it, I swear!” 

“Oh of course, that seemed like just little cold.” You rolled your eyes at her stubborn nature before softening at the sound of her small pitiful sniffles, “I’ll tell you what, how about we have a cosy day in today?” 

Wanda smiled, her grin dancing on her lips, “That sounds amazing pumpkin.” 

“I’m glad it does baby, cosy day in it is then!” 

So, the two of you, adorned in fluffy pyjamas, armed with a tissue box and the big, thick duvet from your bed settled onto the sofa again, snuggling down against each other before you handed Wanda the remote, letting her pick a movie to watch. 

Wanda scrolled through the list of movies on the screen. After a brief discussion, you both settled on a classic romantic comedy – something light and heartwarming to lift Wanda's spirits. The movie started playing, and the soft glow from the screen illuminated the room. 

As the movie progressed, you noticed your girlfriend’s eyes growing heavy, and her head slowly drooping onto your shoulder. The combination of the movie and the warmth of the blanket had lulled her into a peaceful slumber. You couldn't resist pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before allowing yourself to succumb to the urge to nap right there with her. 

Unbeknownst to you, Tony had been wandering around the living quarters, looking for something to entertain himself. As he strolled past your shared space, he couldn't help but notice the adorable scene unfolding on the sofa. There you were, wrapped in the oversized duvet, with Wanda nestled against your side, both of you sound asleep. 

The genius smirked mischievously. Instead of waking either of you up, he simply pulled out his phone and took a quick photo... then a selfie with the two of you in the background – oh how he’d tease you both about this later -. before quietly asking FRIDAY to call Romanoff and Barton down to the living room. 

Tony stood proudly, as if he had orchestrated the whole thing. “I didn't know they could be this sappy.” He teased quietly. 

“Should we wake them up?” Clint whispered, not wanting to disturb either of you. 

“Nah, let ‘em sleep. Wanda probably needs it, and Y/N will be grumpy if we wake them anyway.” Tony cautioned before sneaking away from the room. 

Natasha, who had her own soft spot for romance, simply nodded in agreement. Before nudging Clint to take a closer look at how your hand was holding your girlfriend’s even in your sleep, "Looks like someone's got a touch of the love bug." 

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Barty hates snow. He hates the cold. He hates the wet. He hates how his socks get soggy when he isn’t careful enough. How the frost and the chill makes him sneeze. How his beanie squishes his hair and his scarf suffocates him. How his fingers freeze when they’re exposed and feel like puffy marshmallows when they’re covered with mittens. He hates, most of all, how it makes it very difficult for him to use his wand properly.

Sometimes, though, Barty loves snow. He loves how it dusts Regulus’s shoulders when it falls on him. He loves how Regulus’s curls peak out from beneath his beanie. How Regulus breathes out furls of white like a beautiful little dragon. How Regulus’s nose goes pink and his cheeks go pink, and how adorable he looks with his mittens and his gloves. He loves how Regulus sometimes tries to draw pictures in the snow. How he sometimes absentmindedly squishes the snow into a ball and creates a pile of snowballs that Barty calls his ‘croquembouche tower’. 

On a relatively clear day, the snow brings students outside to skate on the lake and to build snowmen and to have snowball fights. All those wonderfully juvenile behaviours that Regulus and Evan scorn and Barty thinks actually looks like fun, because he really wouldn’t mind pelting people with snow and cackling at their despair.

Barty watches longingly as a crowd of first-years begins to build what looks like incredibly demented snowmen. The idiots have taken their scarves and beanies off to dress their creations, and between the lot of them he reckons there’ll be many a cold developing. But hey, survival of the fittest, right? 

Gathered by the lake, they’re stationary targets, prime for the pelting. It would be a lie to not admit that Barty is tempted, because he really is. A good lesson, Barty thinks, in being more aware of ones surroundings. He has good aim. Maybe he could even take them out from where he current is, seated nearby under the trees.

However, he has Regulus in his arms resting against his chest, his fingers carding through Regulus’s hair. Regulus has snuggled close for warmth as he reviews what looks like some poorly written potions notes.

‘Such an idiot,’ Regulus scoffs. ‘He has labelled snake venom as a poison. It’s a venom. It’s in the name! Meanwhile, he doesn’t understand the function of starches as a thickening agent or a stabiliser. I wouldn’t trust him to purchase from an apothecary, let alone be anywhere near a potions lab. The moron will probably end up blowing himself to bits.’

‘Why are you even bothering with this? Let him fail. Survival of the fittest, you know. All that.’ Barty tucks his cloak around the both of them when Regulus shivers at a particularly frosty gust of wind.

Regulus rolls his eyes. ‘Slughorn asked me to tutor him. Wicker is in remedial potions. He needs all the help he can get; the guy doesn’t even know what end of his wand he should be casting from. And,’ Regulus stresses, his brow creased into the smallest, most endearing little frown, ‘if I can reduce the stupidity and incompetence of the general wizarding population by even the slightest of fractions, I think I might be doing a service for the future of our people. Prevent the collective lowering of intelligence over the generations.’

‘Must be all the bludgers to the head. Lost him some braincells.’ Barty laughs and presses his face in Regulus’s neck, causing Regulus to yelp in protest. 

‘Stop, your nose is cold!’

Barty cackles, traps Regulus in his arms and does it again, this time nuzzling. When Regulus begins thrashing around, Barty leans close and whispers, ‘Careful how you wiggle about, Reg, you’re getting me all excited and there are kids present.’

Regulus huffs, but he goes still anyway and rests back into Barty’s arms. ‘Getting you excited,’ he mutters with a sharp, sidelong look at Barty. ‘You passed excited a kilometre back.’

‘Your fault,’ Barty chuckles. ‘You’ve been wiggling about for a while now. I’m a healthy adolescent and it’s a perfectly natural bodily function.’

Regulus rolls his eyes and tucks away the potions notes (an essay by the half-witted Wicker, Barty presumes). He’s holding back a smile, Barty knows. It’s a small, soft smile, the kind that Regulus has when he speaks to Barty with gentle, soft words. None of that cold and sharp and acid he has for others. 

Those soft words and soft smiles warm Barty’s heart, and when he has Regulus in his arms, Barty knows he isn’t alone. That Regulus is his and they are forever. And he knows that together, they’ll weather any darkness and they will prevail.

And maybe they’ll even gather some snowballs and pelt those silly first-years together, and it’ll be a whole tonne of fun.

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Homepage Lines - New Year 2025

graphics and proofreading by myuntachis

text version under the cut!

Spring Troupe

Sakuya: Look! The area around the dormitory is covered in snow! We can make as many big snowmen as we want!

Masumi: I made a snow hut for you. I also warmed it up so you can come in and relax.

Tsuzuru: I helped Sakuya make a snowman, but he might’ve turned too big ‘cause we worked on him together…

Itaru: Everyone’s energetically playing outside even though it’s this cold… I’ll go back in once I’m done making this Sakuya snowman.

Citron: I dragged out Itaru and Chikage who wouldn’t come outside! We’ll have family fun in the snow hut!

Chikage: Making snowmen in the snow hut… It’s like we’re in a secret base, but we’re so loud that we’d be found out immediately.

Summer Troupe

Tenma: They’re blowing up the LIME chat… Well, it’s like we’re spending time together even though we’re not in the dorm, so it’s not so bad.

Yuki: My LIME notifs have been going crazy since the new year started… Well, that’s the Summer Troupe for you.

Muku: Kyu-chan sent a picture of his New Year’s Eve jump, and it made me start the new year with a smile.

Misumi: Everyone’s been sending lots of messages! I’m gonna send the first triangle I found this year too~!

Kazunari: Lots of happy new year messages are coming through! I’m super happy seeing my notifs bar all filled up!

Kumon: I took a selfie while doing my New Year’s Eve jump, but it’s all blurry…! I wanna try again!

Autumn Troupe

Banri: My fortune? I got great luck, obvs. And? What did you get, Director-chan?

Juza: Omi-san said any small rice cakes we got left from the New Year’s will be turned into sweet red bean soup… Guess I’ll pray we have lots of leftovers.

Taichi: They say that if you reveal your wish from your first shrine visit, it won’t come true! That’s why I’m not tellin’ you or anyone else, Teach!

Omi: It sure is cold outside. Should I make some rice cake soup when we get back from our first shrine visit of the year to warm everyone up?

Sakyo: It’s even colder than yesterday today. But that’ll make the amazake at the shrine feel even better. How ‘bout you have some too, Director-san?

Azami: When I lived at my family home, Dad and I would do our first shrine visit of the year together. It’s like an annual event for? Ginsenkai.

Winter Troupe

Tsumugi: Us Winter Troupe are all doing our first calligraphy of the year together. It’s pretty hard when you don’t use a brush very often.

Tasuku: I never know what to write when it’s time to do my first calligraphy of the year… The others are off in their own world and being no help at all.

Hisoka: They told me to write my favorite words for my first calligraphy, so I wrote “Marshmallow”. It’s pretty much my favorite.

Homare: I wrote a poem for my first calligraphy of the new year! Even when composed through calligraphy, my poems are simply sensational!

Azuma: I couldn’t pick what to write, and Guy gave me a dictionary of idioms. Searching for something good to write can be fun too.

Guy: Many four-character idioms are difficult to understand because we don’t use them in everyday conversations. I do hope the dictionary will be useful…

Backstage

Matsukawa: Your wish ought to come true when you donate a lot! O God, clean up the warehouse this year~!

Tetsuro: … Happy…  New Year… May you… be blessed by fortune…

Akashi: I got to work on lots of performances this past year… I hope I can produce many good lightings this year too…

Rento: Ta make up for all the work I had near the end of tha year, I’m gonna kick back ‘n sleep in during the holidays~ Nice ‘n comfy.

Sakoda: The first sunrise of the year was so beautiful, I’m willin’ to bet only good things will happen this year!

[six-eyed-samurai]

Dedicated to my teriyaki peach, @plebbypebblepleb - solely for Willow and Kenma and Willow and Kenma only >:) everyone else can step on a lego because I'm mean like that

"Can you like, I need some context here. Why am I walking blindfolded into my own backyard and why can I smell vinegar?"

"Shush. Just walk - you're going to trip if you keep talking."

"It'll be so much easier if you carry me!"

"Be for real. You're too heavy for me."

"Bro, don't act like I don't know you don't want to carry me because you're using your phone!"

"...should've gotten Kuroo to record. This way."

"Wait, Kuroo's here?" Willow swivels her head around before she remembers she can't actually see anything. If she strains her ears really hard though, she can just about make out the sound of stifled laughter a distance away that might've been neighbors...if she hadn't recognized the voice complaining about the cold, Kenma being an overly dramatic slowpoke and Kuroo shut the (beep beep beep) up. "Dude what's going on - shit! Oh my god, don't push me down like that! I can sit, alright?"

"I know you can." Another plop on the ground; Kenma was sitting beside her. Snow crunched underneath, but Willow could tell they weren't sitting directly on it. Something else, something soft and scratchy. Kenma takes her hand. She half sighs, half giggles with a mix of exasperation and adoration.

It feels really romantic. But Kenma being Kenma breaks it by folding her fingers around something else instead. A cold, round - a mug? She takes a sniff and yanked her head back sharply.

"Bro, what the frick frack? This is vinegar."

"Yeah, don't you like vinegar?" Kenma sounds faintly bemused and she can hear him sipping something that smelled awfully like chocolate. "At least Sunny said so. We ran out of hot chocolate."

"That masochistic son of a sour grape - I want hot chocolate, don't we at least have marshmallows?" Willow isn't pouting exactly, but you could also describe it as a petulant sulk. If Kenma could see her eyes they'd be rolling. "Please? With a cherry on top?"

A thought strikes her. "Oh, damn, do not tell me you mixed the marshmallows with vinegar."

"No? That's disgusting?" Kenma sighs and another mug is placed into her hands. "You can have mine. It's too sweet for me."

"Yay! Thanks, you know I love you." It is too sweet, and the marshmallows swollen beyond normal proportions, but it's just the way Willow likes it. It's too perfect. She thinks the vinegar had been a joke, and this is actually her cup.

"So, can we take the blindfold off? What are we doing here anyway?"

"In a moment." Kenma sounds distracted and there's some indication two other people might be watching them both; she's more preoccupied when his hand reaches up to undo the loose knot and pull at her pigtails lightly. "Like it?"

He sounds nervous, even just a little. And you know he's the one, when he's gone all out for your first Christmas together with a winter wonderland-esque picnic complete with fairy lights and gingerbread and he's still shy about it not being enough.

"Oh. Oh. Oh my god."

It's not romantic, lumps of snow rolled into balls and stacked onto each other, decorated with scarves that's probably supposed to be hair (black and yellow, purple and blue), dinner's carrots and a battered heart shaped chocolate box between them. Not date material. They're not even masterfully made, a child's sloppy imitation of love.

But it was Kenma and it was cute, however silly.

"Oh my god, when did you make this? It's so - I don't even have the words to describe how - this is so -"

Words can't really explain the ecstasy anyway, so Willow gives up. Kenma knows anyway, by that small smile playing at his mouth. It's pretty obvious, when she's run all the way to the snowmen, gaping and doubling over from laughter and reaching out to gingerly poke.

"This is one of the best Christmas presents anyone has given me."

"Even if you're looking a little melty and lopsided?"

"Even that." She shakes her head again and touches the scarves in wonder. "When did you make this? In one day too?"

"Uh, Kuroo helped. That's probably why one of the carrots are eaten." Kenma's by her side, mugs and biscuits long forgotten. "Sunny was supposed to keep you in the house and away from the windows."

"And that's them up there?" Willow nodded upwards, because black and blue aren't really the color of a tree and birds don't chuckle.

"Someone has to record and -"

"And?"

Kenma stares expectantly up, meaningfully and pointedly. Willow blinks and shuffles her feet and patiently waits for...well, whatever's supposed to happen.

"Um, you know that Instagram trend? The one where they dance to the - yeah, at Christmas?"

"Wait, I think I know...no..." It's not a no of nope, you're yapping and I don't get it, it's no as in holy shit this can not be what I think it is.

"Yeah." Gentleman. He offered an arm and she takes it. "Dance with me?"

"You know I will."

And they do, dance until the drinks are nearly frozen and wasted, dance until Sunny's Spotify skips run out and Last Christmas accidentally plays, dance until Kuroo's cheap batteries die and the fairy lights blink out of existence.

But it's a dance.

("Start the video!" Willow calls out, and the grainy film plays while all of them are stacked on the couch the next year, Christmas time once again. It's a recording of a dance, and Kenma offers to do it again, and again, and again. Always.)

[mirisss]

Your Warm Embrace

Choi Kyrell x afab! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.2k

Warnings: None I think, let me know if  I should add any! 

Thank you for the request! I’m so happy to receive an Ampers&one request! I hope you like it! 

Prompts used: 1. "Is that my hoodie?" - "It was cold you know" 16. member wrapping a blanket around (y/n) when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show. 17. (y/n) snuggling up to member because i'ts cold.

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Third Person POV

(Y/n) and Kyrell had been out playing in the snow for hours, building snowmen, making snow angels, having a snowball war, dancing, and most of all, just having fun with each other. Kyrell made one last snowball as the two youngsters decided to return inside as the cold was becoming too much. The icy winds penetrated their thick coats, through the layers of clothing, all the way inside to their skin. “Let’s go inside and make some hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows!” (Y/n) said with a silly smile as she looked up at Kyrell, the boy got lost in her beautiful eyes that stole his heart long ago. The girl looked up at the boy whose smile was irresistible and bright as the sun. “Yeah, come on!” Kyrell said as he turned around and pretended to run toward his house. (Y/n) ran after him, not wanting to lose, pushing herself to run faster, ending up ahead of the boy. Kyrell took his chance, throwing the snowball he had made just a minute ago, he hit (Y/n)’s back, laughing out loud. (Y/n) stopped, turning around, glaring at the laughing boy, trying to seem mad but after only 3 seconds she began laughing too. 

After they had laughed like maniacs for a short moment, they went inside the house. “Um, I think I’m gonna jump in the shower a little quick, one of your snow attacks got inside my jacket, do you also want to shower or are you fine? Cause if you want to shower you can go first,” Kyrell blushed as it almost seemed like he was inviting (Y/n) to shower with him, something he would love to do someday but not yet. “I think I’m fine, I’ll just stay out here and prepare the hot chocolate, and I’m choosing the first movie!” Kyrell let out a fake whine at the thought of (Y/n) choosing the movie as she often chooses horror movies or really bad movies, but he was fine with it as long as he got to spend time with her. 

And so, Kyrell went to shower while (Y/n) rummaged through his kitchen to find everything she needed for the hot chocolate. After a few minutes, she felt herself getting colder, the hours spent outside in the snow finally getting to her. (Y/n) didn’t have any warmer long sleeves with her other than her thick winter coat, which would be too warm to have inside. (Y/n) went over to Kyrell’s room, walked inside, and opened his closet, finding his 100 hoodies on display, taking her favorite one, and putting it on. Then she returned to the kitchen, to finish the hot chocolate. 

Kyrell hurriedly got dressed after finishing his shower, feeling a lot better now. He jogged out to the kitchen, finding (Y/n) singing and dancing along to some music as she was putting marshmallows on the cream in two cups, filled with hot chocolate. Kyrell didn’t notice the hoodie she was wearing until she turned around scream-singing the lyrics to the song at him. He looked her up and down, finally noticing the familiar hoodie that covered her upper body. “Is that my hoodie?” (Y/n) looked down a little shyly, chuckling a little awkwardly. “It was cold you know,” Kyrell just laughed, he felt a little ashamed at how much he liked seeing (Y/n) in his clothes. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of her borrowing his clothes if they ever dated. “It looks good on you,” (Y/n)’s cheeks reddened even more at the compliment. Choi Kyrell, if you only knew how you make me feel. 

“Come on, let’s drink the chocolate before it gets cold,” (Y/n) said as she took her cup, running over to the living room where she had chosen a movie for them to watch. Kyrell took his cup and followed after the girl that he loved so dearly both as a friend and more. He put his cup down on the table, glancing at (Y/n), noticing that she still seemed a bit cold. “Here, put this on,” He took the blanket that hung on his side of the couch, putting it over (Y/n)’s legs. “Thanks, but what about you? There’s only one blanket,” She said, a cute pout on her face tempting Kyrell to kiss her. He may not have done it in real life, but he sure did in his dream world. 

Halfway through the movie, the two cups were empty, and both youngsters felt warmer and tired after their day as they lay on the couch. (Y/n) kept glancing at Kyrell from the corner of her eye, trying not to make it obvious. He looked so good with his hair a bit messy after his shower, his eyes frantically moving around as he focused on the screen, and the way his skin was glowing, he looked like a god in such an ordinary setting. (Y/n) moved a bit closer to the boy, Kyrell noticed her movements, turning his eyes from the movie to his best friend beside him, giving her a questioning look. “I’m still a bit cold,” (Y/n) said, it was a lie, she wasn’t cold, she had both Kyrell’s hoodie and the blanket covering her, but she knew that her friend would do anything he could to help her if he believed she was cold. “Come on closer then, we can share the blanket and some warmth,” He smiled widely at her, excited at the thought of cuddling with (Y/n). 

Through the remaining half of the movie, the two cuddled on the couch, (Y/n) rested her head against Kyrell’s chest with one of his arms around the girl’s shoulders. The blanket covered their legs as they silently celebrated in their heads at the feeling of being so coupley. “Ky,” “Mm, yeah?” Both of them whispered lowly, afraid that if they spoke normally, the moment would be ruined. “I think I’m in love with you,” Kyrell’s heart began beating faster. “What?” (Y/n) took a deep breath before she sat up. “I said I think I’m in love with you, but it’s a lie, I don’t think I am, I know I am,” Kyrell’s smile grew wider and brighter than ever. He reached out and pulled (Y/n) down toward his chest again, (Y/n) was surprised to find herself pressed tightly against him. “I love you too, and I’m not ready to let go of you yet so get comfortable, I want to cuddle for a year,” (Y/n) giggled before she moved around a little, making herself comfortable as Kyrell put on a show in the background. Playing with his girlfriend’s hair as he closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of holding the love of his life. 

[strawbrygashez]

Soapshipping winter hcs!!!!!! Bc they r on my mind… and it’s winter soon…. I don’t know how cold it actually gets where they are or if it snows but let’s just ignore that for now

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•The narrator has to force Tyler to put anything on for warmth. If he didn’t tell Tyler to put something on so he won’t be chilly, Tyler would go out in Booty shorts & a crop top in snow. He usually has to grab Tyler before they leave the house and force him to at least put a jacket on. (If he could have it his way, he’d put Tyler in a jacket, ear muffs, gloves, a warm hat, boots, a scarf and just like anything like that that will keep him warm 💀)

•The narrator has a huge af jacket to keep him warm when he’s walking to the office. Tyler makes fun of him a bit for it bc it’s huge on him & makes him look like a kid being forced to wear a huge jacket to school on a cold morning.

•Tyler is always warm :3 so when it’s cold out or inside the house, the narrator is glued to him.

•The narrator would make hot chocolate. He’d offer some to Tyler but Tyler says it’s gay (when he’s openly lgbt smh) He gives him a cup of it anyways & Tyler will drink it but also eat some of those little marshmallows u can put in the drink from the bag.

• Ok I have no idea if their place has a fire place but if it did, Tyler would wanna get it going but the narrator thinks the house is finally gonna burn down that way 💀 after some bickering and Tyler more than likely gets his way, they cuddle up to it together.

Tyler will make him super worried tho bc he keeps playing around and putting his own hand close to the fire to scare him. The narrator will have to yank his arm away or keep pulling him back away from it :/

•The narrators nose, cheeks and ears get so red so quickly out in the cold. Him being super pale doesn’t help this at all. Tyler thinks it’s cute but also pokes fun at him for it.

•Tyler can put up such a fight about ‘not being cold’ but he will sit there and shiver or rub at his own arms to keep warm at the same time.

The narrator on the other hand will complain about it being cold the minute he steps outside & use it as a excuse to stay close to him the whole time they are out.

•Tyler lends him his jacket if he didn’t bring one himself for some reason. He’ll be all cool about it too like the narrator is his frail girlfriend and he’s the man who will suffer for her comfort LOL

•Tyler is really good at ice skating because of course he is. He’s Tyler so he’s good at everything. The narrator on the other hand can’t skate at all and will fall first thing.

•They both would take turns shoveling the snow into a path in the mornings but more often than not Tyler is the one who does it since the narrator has to actually leave the house in the morning while Tyler works later in the day. Tyler is a early bird so he usually takes care of stuff like that in the mornings. He expects to be rewarded for shoveling it away tho which the narrator is more than eager to give.

•Marla gifted them a heated blanket. But only one so they share. It was probably specifically for the narrator because he shakes like a small dog in the cold and it made her pity him lol. Anyways it’s probably on the smaller side so the narrator has to lay on Tyler for it to cover them both.

•Tyler will make snowmen!!! ⛄️ and throw snowballs at cars, the narrator and random people.

•Yeah…Tyler is gonna do the fanfic thing. Yknow the thing. where he will kiss him or be really suggestive to the narrator when he’s cold and when he starts blushing he’s like “you feel warm yet 😏? (rizz)” narrator likes it but also loves when Tyler is sweet and just holds the narrators hand in his and rubs them.

•Tyler will eat icicles. Mostly just to hear the narrator cry that he shouldn’t do that.

•Tyler hates Christmas so much but will show up to the stupid little Christmas parties the narrator ends up going to for work. (Mostly to just cause trouble in one way or another) he might even throw on a Santa hat if they just have them there.

•The narrator is indifferent to christmas. He never really liked it or hated it. He feels sooooo badly that he needs to get Tyler a gift tho even if that will get him yelled at or worse. He just won’t learn.

If like, after years of him not listening to Tyler about getting him a gift, Tyler will think “shit. He won’t listen anyways no matter what so might as well get him something 🙄”

•Or if that’s too ooc for y’all maybe the narrator would at least try to cook a nice dinner for them on christmas. It’s something Tyler probably wouldn’t get super worked up over.

•Tyler loves the mistletoe shit tho. He puts them everywhere all over the house. The narrator yells to anyone who visits them while they are up that “THOSE ARE ONLY FOR ME AND HIM!!! YOU DONT COUNT!” Or he will just not let anyone in 😭

•Tyler sucks on candy canes in the most suggestive way ever. He makes a show out of it while looking right into the narrators eyes.

Both of them like to make candy canes pointed and threaten each other with them. The narrator will bust a nut if he’s able to trace it down Tyler’s neck. Creep.

•Tyler hates Christmas music while narrator likes it. It’s not his favorite but he hums the songs if they are out somewhere where it’s playing.

•Tyler picks him and the narrator up inappropriate Christmas sweaters from the thrift store.

•They’ll MAYBE visit each other’s families for christmas. Only if they have been together a while and if either of them even talk to family they care about anymore.

•To Tylers annoyance no one shows up that much to FC in the weeks leading up to Christmas. He either makes it a rule you have to come around that time or he just lets it slide.

The narrator doesn’t give a shit bc he’s only there for Tyler lol.

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Not-Incorrect Quotes, Christmas Edition

Victor: [knocking on Smiler's door with Alice] Smiler? Are you ready to go?

Smiler: [flings opens the door, sporting a bright yellow Santa hat, sparkly red and green eye makeup, a yellow sweater with purple snowflakes, and black pants featuring embroidered red and green light strings with real flashing lights in them] Hello, my lovelies! I bring the spirit of the season with me!

Alice: ...the spirit of the season is making my eyes bleed.

Smiler: That's an important Christmas tradition, let's go.

--

Victor: [enters Smiler's living room area to find them setting up a bright yellow Christmas tree] ...

Smiler: [looks over] What's up?

Victor: ...you really -- of course you do, why would I assume you'd have a green Christmas tree.

Smiler: Yeah, do I look like Thirteen? Now help me get this thing into the stand, it's being difficult.

--

Smiler: [arriving back at the trio's house post-everyone moving in together] Hey! I'm back!

Alice: [emerging from the kitchen to greet them] Welcome home -- Victor's currently making sure the gingerbread doesn't burn, but he'll be --

Alice: [pause, sniffs the air]

Alice: [knowingly] Ah. Peppermint latte season then?

Smiler: We had a special promotion so I'm probably going to smell like this until Easter, yeah.

--

Smiler: [noodling around on their drum set] Hey, you guys want to hear me play my special version of "Little Drummer Boy?"

Victor: Sure. [sits down on the couch]

Alice: [joining him] If you'd be so kind.

Smiler: My pleasure! [starts playing the familiar rhythm as they sing the song]

Victor & Alice: [listening attentively, smiling]

Smiler: [singing in time with their drum beats] ~I played my drum for Him pa-rum-pum-pum-pum; I played my best for Him, pa-rum-pum-pum~

Smiler: [segues into a solo that -- sounds rather different from the traditional pa-rum-pum-pum-pum beat]

Alice: [raises an eyebrow]

Victor: [looks confused -- and then something clicks, and he groans into his hands] Oh, you didn't...

Alice: ?

Victor: [singing along to the beat] ~Never gonna run around, and desert you~

Alice: [immediately whipping around to glare at Smiler]

Smiler: [big shit-eating grin] If Victor can make a classical piano version --

--

Emily: [coming into Galactica's living room, with Victoria, Victor, Alice, and Smiler in her wake] Hello all! We're here! We brought snacks!

Galactica: [getting up from the couch where she was sitting with Oblivion, Rita, and Thirteen] Hi! Thanks for coming!

Thirteen: [also getting up] Whatcha got?

Victoria: [proudly showing off a bunch of marshmallow snowmen with things like pretzel arms and licorice scarves] I found how to make them online -- aren't they cute?

Galactica: Awww, they're adorable.

Oblivion: Perfect -- we're doing Hallmark tonight.

Thirteen: [beaming] Yeah, I can't wait to get out the hot chocolate and drown Frosty.

Victoria: [stares at her with wide eyes]

Thirteen: What?

Victoria: [sternly, holding the tray protectively against herself] No.

Victor: [puzzled] Victoria, that was literally a serving suggestion on the site you found them on.

Victoria: No.

Alice: We brought them to be eaten. That was the whole point.

Victoria: I will fight you all to protect these snowmen.

Smiler: I love how you think that is a deterrent with my friends.

Rita: [cracking her knuckles with a grin] Yeah, bring it on.

--

[the trio are listening to "You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch" on the radio]

Smiler: Would you like to know a fun fact about this song?

Alice: Hit us.

Smiler: Okay, so, while the short itself is narrated by Boris Karloff, this song isn't sung by him -- instead it's sung by a guy named Thurl Ravenscroft.

Victor: ...Well, I don't think I can ever complain about my middle name again. Who names their child Thurl?

Smiler: That bit I don't know, but do you know what Thurl's most famous voice acting role is?

Alice: I do not, but I suspect it's something gothic.

Smiler: Nope -- Tony the Tiger. As in Frosted Flakes's Tony.

Alice: What.

Victor: Really??

Smiler: Yup! And, thanks to one of the most popular tumblr blogs commenting that it sounds like Tony's breakup song to The Grinch, and someone else then drawing that -- well, there's now a Tony/Grinch fandom.

Alice: [laughing] Oh my God.

Victor: [also laughing] This is why tumblr is the most bizarre place on the internet. How do you get a weirder ship than that?

Smiler: [beaming] Well, there's Batman -- as Bruce Wayne -- being the side piece of Miss Piggy and Kermit. Also found on tumblr!

Victor: [shaking his head] I shouldn't have asked.

Alice: At this point, to get stranger, someone's going to have to throw together some random video game character, a stop-motion puppet, and a roller coaster.

Smiler: Trust me, I'm sure somebody's done that.

--

[goxinsane]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE !!

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!

► NAME: andrea eve powell. ► NICKNAME: everyone calls her drea (only her parents and wife can call her andrea.) ► TITLE(S): does coach, gift-wrapping queen or mom count? ► AGE: 52. ► SPECIES: part-elf. human. ► SEX: female. ► NATIONALITY: canadian-american. ► INTERESTS: hockey, hockey, and more hockey. watches classic and/or holiday movies while redecorating all year round, shops a little too much, likes to peruse through home decor magazines (like 'good housekeeping, better homes & gardens', etc), and wine-making. occasionally enjoys: tobogganing, building snowmen, ice-skating and attempting to play ringette and hockey, leaf-pressing, canoeing, camping and hiking. ► PROFESSION: day job (interior designer/teacher?) tbd. full-time hockey coach. ► BODY TYPE: unfortunately always struggled with being a plum shape, even after the delivery of her triplet children. ► EYES: baby blue. ► HAIR: dark brown, often wavy with unmanageable stray hairs. ► POSTURE: relaxed and sometimes slouchy after a long day but taught to be more proper. ► HEIGHT: 5'8". ► VOICE: here. crisp and honeyed, semi-deep register, talks fast when stressed out or hyper, and can project a stentorian voice when need be. ► SIGNATURE OUTFIT: both looks work for running errands but if at home, she often sports a hockey or alma mater sweatshirt with unique print pj pants or jeans (and a messy bun) examples: x , x , OR she wears a winter coat with a matching scarf and signature (often blue) beanie (with freshly curled hair) OR a jersey with layers, while coaching or spending time on the ice/in snow. examples: x , x , x, x. ► SIGNIFICANT OTHER: verse dependent @lavenderrpages' drew!! ► COMPANIONS: a golden retriever named puck! ► ANTAGONISTS: coaches, teachers or parents who push their kids too hard, bullies, someone who breaks their promise, technology when it fails to work and often--- her parents/in-laws and their opinions. ► STRENGTHS: loves her family and would do anything for them in a heartbeat, prides herself on the art of gift-giving and wrapping and makes an overly delicious cup of hot chocolate (chocolate and mint fiend), punctual and safe driver, optimistic, trustworthy/reliable, patient, and a timid but hard-working team leader. ► WEAKNESSES: hugs, fresh pecan pie or sugar cookies, when her family shows their love-language or does something for her without asking, scattered story-teller, disorganized enough to lose her phone cord or sticky-note on a daily basis, too driven/focused on the little things/self critical (thanks to her childhood), and can sometimes be too forgiving or too easily influenced without a thorough think-through. ► FRUITS: bananas, strawberries, peaches, canned cherries and pomegranate seeds-- best all together in a refreshing fruit salad. ► DRINKS: water, 2% milk, hot chocolate with marshmallows, or a foamy cappuccino. ► ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES: a glass of (homemade is preferred) pinot grigio or merlot. ► SMOKES: n/a ► DRUGS: nothing recreational but does take: daily thyroid medication, melatonin for tough nights, and uses cbd oil in her baths. ► DRIVER’S LICENSE: yes.

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[anewkindofme]

Hi :) For the head canons ask game, can you do 4 and 14 for sam Winchester, 17 for Stefan, and 6 for kol?

Sure! (Also “Wayward Son” came on while I was typing this out. Definite vibes.)

Sam:

is their regression more voluntary or involuntary? do they ever regress without realizing it?

Sam definitely falls into both. He can regress on his own and starts to when he gets more comfortable. But in the beginning, a lot of it is involuntary, sometimes due to trauma. Others because he’s ignoring it and his brain finally wins out. But in time, he’s better about recognizing when he needs to drop and not fighting it, so his brain doesn’t have to do it involuntarily.

what kind of snacks/drinks do they gravitate towards when regressed? do they use a sippy cup or bottle? how about those little divider plates/trays?

Sam definitely indulges himself more when he’s in a younger headspace. He craves all those sweets we see in the imaginary friend episode. As he’s more carefree, he’s not too obsessed with eating healthy. He likes nachos, marshmallows and M&Ms. That being said, he will also eat veggies. He just prefers the sugary stuff. He loves plates with cartoon characters or animals on then.

He uses a sippy cup most of the time with milk, water or juice. But when he’s very sleepy or cranky, Dean or Cas will feed him a bottle with warm milk.

Stefan:

do they prefer to play indoors or outdoors? do they get upset when it rains?

Stefan LOVES being outside. He wants to go to the park to explore the entire playground. The monkey bars and swings are his favorite. He also wants to go for nature walks in the woods. Even when he’s dropped, he needs to hunt, so he makes a game of it. He is so sad when it rains and Damon (or whoever his caregiver is) says he has to stay inside. He has his bunny raincoat and boots for when it’s not so bad out. He’ll constantly argue that he can’t get sick because he’s a vampire.

He loves the snow too. Building snowmen, forts, etc. Stefan drops most snow days because he can have the most fun. Sledding and making snow angels are also favorite activities. His entire face turns pink from the cold and he gets to wear his favorite Cinderella gear.

Finally, he absolutely loves the beach but doesn’t get to go very often as they live a few hours away from the nearest one. He does stay away from the ocean for awhile due to the safe incident but I think in time he’d be okay going back in, but only with his trusted caregiver.

Kol:

are they a stuffie or a blankie kid? both? neither?

Kol isn’t very big on toys when he drops, so he’s not overly invested in stuffed animals. He has a couple, but doesn’t play with them often. Kol is very much a blankie kiddo. It’s all about the sensory and being able to rub it against his face or put it in his mouth when he’s stressed. He loves when its put in the dryer so it’s nice and toasty.

But he also has a pillow he’s very attached to. The blanket used to be Klaus’ and the pillow was Elijah’s. He’ll carry both around so he can have pieces of his big brothers with him and feel safe, even when they may not be there.

Send me a character & a number!

[letsgetrowdy43]

Ignore this!!

It's a Christmas prompts list for a cell that is in the works rn

❄︎ Dialogue

"Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe."

"i said UGLY Christmas sweaters not nsfw Christmas sweaters, we can NOT wear these, my boss will kill me"

"That should be our Christmas card this year."

"Why'd you turn the music off?"

"I know we said no presents this year but."

"I hate Christmas shopping." - "I love Christmas shopping!"

"Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?"

"What do you think? Like the tree?"

"Open your stocking!"

"It's snowing!"

"What are you doing?" - "Making a snow angel."

"Do people even use nutcrackers?"

"Do you still believe in Santa?"

"You'd make a cute elf."

"Look! Reindeers!"

"Is that supposed to be a snowman?

"You didn't really think I'd let you spend Christmas alone, did you?"

"You'd make a really terrible Santa"

"It's a time of good will, not whatever the hell you're doing"

"Aren't you just Santa's Little Helper?"

"You call this decorated?"

"How on earth did you get tinsel there?"

"Wow, you really go overboard with decorations, don't you?"

"It looks like Santa threw up here"

"What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?"

"Exactly how much more hinting do I have to do?"

"Have I told you how much I hate

Christmas shopping?"

"Secret Santa is bullshit"

"Tell me what you want for Christmas"

"Why are you so impossible to shop for?"

"Please tell me you aren't searching my room for where l've hidden the presents"

"I thought we weren't doing gifts!

"Do you have any carrots?"

"This is the best gift you could've given me.

"You have snow on your eyelashes, looks cute."

"Come here by the fire."

"Please don't make me wear this, I look ridiculous."

"You've really made my Christmas this year.

"I thought you were going home for Christmas." - "Well, I couldn't leave you all alone."

"I'm never letting you convince me to go carolling again."

"Here, you can have one of my gloves."

"Did you get us matching pyjamas?"

"You look so beautiful in the snow."

"It's bold of you to assume I haven't eaten my entire advent calendar.

"Christmas hot chocolate is not normal hot chocolate. Where are the marshmallows?"

"Smell this candle, it's amazing."

❄︎ Scenarios

Decorating the tree

Dancing in the snow

Present shopping

Gift giving

Wrapping gifts

Making a gingerbread house

Gingerbread house competition

Snowball fight

Sledging

Mistletoe

Christmas baking

Christmas market

Making snowmen

Christmas party

Watching Christmas movies

Dancing to Christmas music

Going ice skating

Christmas dinner

Making Christmas dinner

Fake dating for Christmas Ball

sharing! a! long! scarf!

a being an ass and putting their cold hands on b's warm neck

christmas! market! dates!!!

decorating wars complete with Too Much Glitter

ice skating dates and which one's kinda unstable and clinging cutely to the other

fireplaces.

you took me on a cut-your-own-christmas-tree-farm date & holy frick you make a cute lumberjack I WAS UNPREPARED

the power's out & we're snowed in, how on earth will we stay warm???

candy cane sword fights & how quickly they can escalate

your family sucks so you're kinda meh on holidays, lets make some fun, new traditions together!

we were going to go walking around the neighborhood to see all the pretty lights but you woke up feeling a bit under the weather and not up to being outside in the snow so i snuck out early this morning and made a video of them all for you so you didn't have to miss out

[mydyspraxiablog]

This story might be too early but don't lost idea

That Christmas Eve, as the crisp winter air embraced the quaint little town, Daisydo’s home was aglow with warmth and enchantment. She had transformed her little space into a haven of creativity, and her knitted snowmen proudly stood on display, waiting for their moment to bring joy to their new owners.

Her friends and family gathered, their excitement rising as they anticipated the festive celebration. Little ones scampered about, making snow angels on the carpet and giggling as they peeked into the boxes of completed crafts. Adults lounged in cozy chairs, sipping hot chocolate topped with marshmallows, their faces lit with delight.

Among the guests was a boy named Tom, with bright eyes and an insatiable curiosity. As he emerged from a sea of jolly adults, he approached Daisydo, his mind racing with thoughts of gifts, sweets, and adventure. “Can family and friends come here to get gifts for children?” he exclaimed. “I saw the knitting Santa you made, and I want to know where the chocolate is!” His enchanting innocence made Daisydo smile, her heart swelling with love for the children in her life.

“Don’t worry, Tom!” she laughed. “The gifts are waiting for you, and I’ve hidden a treasure trove of chocolates somewhere in this home. It’s part of the fun!” She summoned her friends to gather around, sharing the moment.

“Alright, everyone! Each snowman and knitting Santa holds gifts for you all, but first, we must go on a little hunt!” Daisydo clapped her hands together, her joyful spirit contagious. “The chocolates are hidden somewhere in our winter wonderland, and I need your help to find them!”

Tom and the other children squealed with excitement as they spread out, searching high and low, peeking beneath tables and inside drawers. Laughter filled the air as they found playful clues that Daisydo had cleverly scattered—little notes and hints leading to the sugary surprises.

Meanwhile, the adults gathered around the handmade snowmen, each one decorated differently to reflect the family members they represented. They carefully opened the boxes revealing Daisydo’s heartfelt creations—a snowman adorned with a red scarf for Grandma, another in bright green for Uncle Joe, and more for each cherished person in her life.

As the children raced back to the room with the found chocolates, their hands full of colorful wrappers, the adults celebrated their own treasures. Each adult shared the joy of their respective knitted gifts, marveling at the effort and love that had gone into each piece.

“Daisydo, you have truly captured the spirit of Christmas!” one of her friends exclaimed. “Your creativity and kindness have brought us all together.”

After the revelry of gift-giving and laughter faded, Daisydo clapped her hands once more, “Time for a little dance, everyone! But remember, it’s a dance without music!”

At first, the guests were unsure, exchanging puzzled glances. But Tom’s face lit up at the idea, and he spontaneously started to twirl. The laughter returned, this time rippling through the crowd as they followed suit, overjoyed by the challenge.

Daisydo led them confidently, guiding her friends to sway their bodies to the rhythm of their heartbeats. They formed a circle, holding hands and moving in a playful manner, dancing as one cohesive unit. With each twist and turn, they immersed themselves in the sheer joy of the moment. The laughter intensified, melting away any worry they might have carried.

When the dance came to a joyful end, the room echoed with applause and cheers. “You see,” Daisydo announced, her face glowing, “Christmas is not just about the gifts or the decorations, it’s about the love and laughter we share with one another.”

As the evening wound down, Daisydo felt a warmth that was far more enriching than any expensive gift could buy. Children played with their snowmen, adults wore the cozy hats she had crafted, and they all shared stories over mugs of steaming cocoa.

That night, Daisydo discovered the true magic of Christmas—the joy of giving and sharing creativity, togetherness, and the laughter that filled the air, weaving memories that would last long after the decorations were taken down. As the snowflakes danced gently outside her window, she smiled, knowing that the best gifts come from the heart.

And in a quaint little town, nestled between rolling hills and sparkling rivers, the spirit of Christmas thrived beautifully, thanks to the whimsical magic of Daisydo.

The End

[requiemofrebellion]

@deathfavor ― * ― 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

❛  i've prepared some hot chocolate if you want to come in.  ❜ ( Izana & Mikey Manila ! )

It was one of those days where Mikey sat outside on his balcony, watching the world pass by him. Dark orbs stared blankly out into the white winter that was brought here. He would have heard all the noises of the busy day down below if he wasn’t toning them all out. Flashes of his younger years flashed through his mind like a movie. 

The snow brought on different types of memories, some fun ones, some sad, some violent ones. He leaned his head against the cold pole next to him. Remembering the snowball fights, the snowmen, the snow angels. He remembered the rides he took just to feel like his brother and Baji were with him along with all his friends. He remembered the time he fought Taiju in the church, although it wasn’t really much of a fight. He also recalled those depressed winter times as well, curled up in bed not wanting to move, not wanting to make a sound. Usually he was very festive when it came to holidays and winter but sometimes the depression hit him bad and he would get lost in himself. 

But those days were gone. At least the happy memories were. Now, they were a bit of a painful reminder of what used to be. However, he did have Izana right? He can make memories like those with Izana couldn’t he? The thought made Mikey smile a bit as he sat there, letting snowflakes fall onto him. He hadn’t realized how much time had passed or how cold he was getting, not until he heard Izana’s voice and he looked over to the door. 

“ Hot coco? ” He was always and will forever be a sucker for sweet things. “ Is it extra chocolaty? ” He asked as he slowly moved to stand, shivering as his mind slowly came back to reality. “ Did you put in marshmallows? Marshmallows are the best in hot coco. ” He slowly moved inside, eyes on Izana as he kept speaking, not really waiting for the other to reply. 

“ We should cheer. You did make yourself a cup right? If not, let me make you one, we should honor this memory. ” Yes, new memories to be made, new happy times. “ And then after hot coco, can we go for a ride? ”