#anyways merry christmas if you celebrate and happy new year!
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Jesus man, relax.
#this was in response to me saying “lunar new year” on the rarity art#personal#delete later#what in insane nonproblem to get this angry about#i asked my parents (taiwanese immigrants) about this and they said we use either but prefer lunar new year#because it's inclusive to koreans and vietnamese people who celebrate on the same day#lunar new year is an umbrella term same as “happy holidays.” this person is basically getting mad i said happy holidays instead of#merry christmas.#my family and i identify more as taiwanese than chinese so. we're not gonna say chinese new year much anyways#i sent this to my mom btw and she replied with basically “die mad i guess.” love you ma#this literally doesn't matter anyways i could have said “chinese new year” to caption that post and it wouldn't have mattered#the only reason i didn't is because i plan on drawing another art including carol (coco pommel) who's korean and celebrates the same day#like. most people in china/taiwan don't care they just say “happy new year” cuz it's the fuckin new year. someone saying lunar new year is#not erasure it's not flattening asian identities into a monolith. it's just an umbrella term.#anyways happy lunar new year happy chinese new year happy tet happy spring festival happy seollal#like i cannot stress enough to you guys that these holidays are on the exact same day and celebrate basically the same exact thing.#this is not an issue.
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For the lovely @ellzblue my secret Santa! I hope you like it even though I took your 'Nichoji' and just ran with it. I wouldn't really call this angsty, if you don't count poor Seiji's nerves dying one by one from Nicks antics lmao
#i was really nervous when I found out I had you ngl#i adore your stuff so yeah#and I really suck at angst so yeeeah#anyway!#its been a while since I drew for the fence comics so this was really nice#and i suck at drawing comics myself but this was fun and I've had the idea for a while#merry christmas if you celebrate it and happy new year regardless#Sincerely your biggest simp kori#fence fanart#fence comic#fence secret santa#nichoji#nicholas cox#seiji katayama#my art
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Christmas NEW YEARS Comic
"Merry Christmas" IS WHAT I WOULD HAVE SAID IF I HADN'T BEEN SO FUCKING SLOW AT DRAWING
anyways, happy new years, may 2024 be better than the shit that was 2023.
(comic continued under the cut!)
By the way, tumblr mutuals, thanks for making a Henry/Basil stan, YOU ABSOLUTE PIECES OF GARBAGE!!/j /lh
#the picture of dorian gray#christmas#new years#happy new year#I hope your year was better than mine#i am now a bitter cynic with anxiety issues/lh#will hopefully be back soon with tlg news#Also the trio has had some soft redesigns#but i'll get into that later#anyways merry belated christmas if you celebrate#and a happy new year#choco drops a comic and disappears for seven months/j#art#my art#basil hallward#dorian gray#henry wotton
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# CELEBRATING CHRISTMAS WITH BATBOYS! ── .✦ ( how you celebrate Christmas with different batboys )
a/n: merry christmasss! I took a small christmas break so enjoyy this one this was supposed to be on drafts but tumblr deleted it for NO REASON. Anywayss enjoyyy, tags: (batboys x fem!reader)
© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )
DICK GRAYSON ── .✦
Dick is all about family and making you feel like part of his world. He drags you to Wayne Manor for the annual Christmas gathering.
“You’re not just meeting them you’re officially part of the chaos now.”
He insists on matching Christmas sweaters—preferably something embarrassing but endearing, like sweaters with reindeer antlers or Santa hats.
When you two decorate the tree, he’ll lift you up to put the star on top, even if you don’t need the help. “It’s tradition!”
Christmas morning involves him waking you up early with hot cocoa and a million kisses before unwrapping presents.
He loves going ice skating with you after all the festivities, holding your hand and showing off his acrobatic spins. “Bet you didn’t know I could do that, huh?”
JASON TODD ── .✦
Jason keeps things quiet and low-key, preferring a cozy Christmas at home over big gatherings. He’ll grumble if you insist on dragging him to the Manor but secretly enjoys seeing you happy.
“If Alfred offers you eggnog, don’t drink it. Trust me.”
He’s surprisingly thoughtful when it comes to gifts. He’ll give you something heartfelt, like a first-edition book or a piece of jewelry with a story behind it.
Jason will absolutely read you a Christmas story by the fireplace. He tries to act like it’s no big deal, but you catch him smiling when you lean against him to listen.
Baking Christmas cookies together turns into a disaster. He somehow burns half of them but insists on eating them anyway. “It’s the thought that counts, right?”
At night, he takes you on a walk through Gotham to see the Christmas lights, keeping you close to shield you from the cold and doing that sidewalk rule thingy.
TIM DRAKE ── .✦
Tim’s idea of a perfect Christmas is you, him, and a stack of holiday movies to binge-watch while wrapped in a blanket fort.
“We’re staying up all night. Sleep is for New Year’s Eve.”
He’s a last-minute shopper but somehow always gets you the perfect gift. He’ll blush when you open it and say, “I just… figured you’d like it.”
Decorating the tree is a fun and chaotic process because he tries to turn it into a competition. “Whoever hangs the most ornaments wins bragging rights for the year.”
He insists on taking a cute selfie in front of the tree to commemorate the moment, even if you’re in pajamas and your hair’s a mess.
You exchange heartfelt letters as part of your gift exchange, and his words always leave you teary-eyed.
DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦
Damian is a bit awkward about Christmas traditions at first, but he puts in effort because he knows how much it means to you.
He surprises you with a beautifully wrapped gift, probably something rare or unique that shows he knows you well. “I trust this meets your expectations.”
If you’re at Wayne Manor, he’ll grumble about the chaos but secretly enjoys seeing everyone together. He stays close to you the entire time.
You two spend part of the day at the animal shelter, helping out with the holiday rush. Seeing him with the animals melts your heart.
At home, he’ll insist on making hot cocoa for you. It’s surprisingly good, and he pretends not to notice your impressed look.
Late at night, he plays piano for you by the fire, begrudgingly admitting that Christmas music isn’t entirely awful.
BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦
Bruce makes sure Christmas is magical for you. The Manor is decked out with elegant decorations, and Alfred ensures everything is perfect.
He gives you a tour of the massive Christmas tree, explaining how each ornament has a story. “This one’s from the first Christmas Dick spent here. It’s… special.”
Bruce is incredibly thoughtful with gifts. He doesn’t just buy something expensive; he finds something meaningful that shows how much he knows and cares about you.
You spend part of the day helping him and Alfred deliver gifts to shelters and hospitals. It’s a tradition he holds close to his heart.
In quieter moments, he’ll hold you close by the fire, watching the snow fall outside. “Thank you for making this Christmas so much better.”
He surprises you with a slow dance to soft Christmas music, making you feel like you’re in a fairytale.
#jason todd#jason todd x reader#dc#batboys#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson#red hood#red hood x reader#jason todd headcanon#nightwing#nightwing x reader#nightwing imagine#nightwing headcanon#red hood headcanon#red hood imagine#tim drake x reader#tim drake#tim drake imagine#tim drake headcanon#damian wayne#damian wayne x reader#damian al ghul x reader#damian al ghul#damain wayne x reader#bruce wayne x you#bruce wayne#bruce wayne x reader#bruce wayne imagine#bruce wayne x fem!reader#jason todd imagine
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To your DOOM!
I had so much fun drawing this, I honestly think he came out too pretty but maybe that's just me.
Oh and I'm trying out a new style again because I'm indecisive :D
Anyways enjoy wedding Elliott! And a late Merry Christmas, Happy New Years and all holidays you celebrate!
#stardew valley#sdv#art#sdv fanart#sdv elliott#elliott stardew valley#stardew valley elliott#stardew elliott
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I Wish Schnee a Merry Christmas
Of course, I wish thee a merry Christmas, too. Happy holidays, everyone! I thought I’d put together something new and festive to celebrate with you all, and I’m quite happy with how it turned out.
A nice, gripping story to pull at the heart strings; Weiss’s once cheerful home with Old Nick, the sad times with her family under Jacques, then finding a welcoming new home among her friends, and going on to build happy holiday memories with her new family. Of course, given a little more time, I think I’d have added a few moments of Klein and Winter sneaking a few gifts in during Weiss’s childhood. I definitely see them breaking Jacques’s rules a little to give Weiss a few more happy moments.
This is pretty much how I headcanon holiday celebrations for the Schnees. Nicholas was a big ol’ Santa Claus, Jacques doesn’t care about family celebrations and leaves it all to corporate events, and then a big welcoming friend’s party from the teams that Weiss isn’t used to, only for Weiss to then fully embrace it and be super into the holiday spirit and very involved with her new family’s celebrations.
As for editing, I had a good bit of fun recreating Jacques’s and Willow’s legs, adding in a reflection for them, and pulling all the color out of the Christmas tree to make it a very Schnee blue. Feels good to see the progress in my editing skills since I started brushing up on them last year. I can do a lot more and a lot faster now, this whole thing was just some on and off work over the past week. Like changing Zwei’s black fur to that rusty red-brown, that’s something quick and easy to do now, and looks good.
Anyway, happy holidays again, hope you enjoy the season and this edit as much as I do! It’s my present to all of you!
#rwby#jaune arc#weiss schnee#yang xiao long#ruby rose#blake belladonna#nora valkyrie#lie ren#jnpr#white knight#whiteknight#christmas#holiday#saint nicholas#nicholas schnee#memes#rwby whiteknight#rwby white knight#my edit#rwby ships#shipping#comics#gift giving#Merry Christmas#Happy Hanukkah#Happy Faunukkah#non-descript winter holiday#jacques schnee#willow schnee#white knight kiddos
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God damn this reindeer sucks ass, can we get rudolph back PLEEEEEEEASE
Anyway, Happy chimass everypony! Hope you're all having a fantastic day, regardless of if you celebrate christmas or not! I don't have any long sappy note to leave to people but to everyone, thank you all so much for making this year so amazing! I'm so thankful to have so many of you enjoy my work and also to have met so many amazing people! You're all the best and I treasure you all dearly, you are all so special and so loved and I want you all to remember that forever and always.
Anyway, Merry Christmas! See you all in the New Year!!!!
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Hmm... Oh looks like someone left a few presents behind, I'm sure it's nothing.
#smg4#mango art#smg4oc: mango#Whats on january 6th? dont even worry about it (its not my birthday that was in september lol but its a different event for me)#anyway deers when they have lil white fluffy tails/backsides reblog if you agree
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(☎️) ... merry christmas, please don't call - teaser
⭐ starring: seungcheol
☎️ preview: The toughest part about loving Seungcheol was the fact that he didn’t know himself at all. And how does one truly love a ghost?
based on the song Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call by Bleachers
“But you should know that I died slow Running through the halls of your haunted home And the toughest part is that we both know What to happened to you Why you're out on your own Merry Christmas, please don't call”
tw/cw: heavy angst + smut, not a happy ending, tortured lovers, coups is an asshole but he doesn't mean to, idol!seungcheol x nonidol!reader, talk of leader responsibilities more in depth warnings will be posted with the full fic
🐻❄️ release date: new years eve
🪽fic rating: 18+ | teaser rating: no smut
☁️ masterlist & a/n: this heavy angst christmas fic is to combat the insane amount of fluff in the vernon christmas special (ᵕ—ᴗ—) it's also very self indulgent angst + smut with coups.
"Oh, golden boy, don't act like you were kind"
He was inevitable in the end. Like some invisible string connected the two of you together. Not the pretty, dainty kind of invisible string. Whatever held your lives together was made of barbed wire. Whatever line wrapped around your ribs, restricting your breathing, tying you to him was nothing pretty. It was what army men used in wars.
You can’t hate your best friend, even if they end up hurting you. You just can’t.
“Come back to bed.” You whisper in the dark as you watch his dark silhouette get up. The clock on his nightstand was barely legible.
You could hear him throwing a shirt on. “I’ve got to go.”
You open your mouth to ask him again, but the words die in your mouth. A couple days ago you would’ve begged, but the bubbling hatred in you pushed the words down your esophagus, momentarily choking you. Seungcheol noticed your silence.
“I’ll be back before sunrise.” He leans over the bed and kisses your cheek, brushing a stray hair from it. “Don’t be mad.”
You shake your head in the dark. “I’m not mad.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
That was just how the world spun. You, lying in his bed, staring up at the ceiling you used to trace constellations on together. Sheets that smelled like him - aftershave and candles. Pleading words sewn shut in your mouth, hidden in your lungs, suffocating you. As you sank back into sleep, drowning under everything you’ve ever wanted to tell him. You knew it wasn’t his fault. After all - he barely knew who he was, hidden under all his responsibilities and his job title, he was barely a semblance of a man - tugged and stitched together.
It barely registered in your mind that tomorrow would be Christmas Eve. Part of you knew he wouldn’t be there to celebrate anyways.
#seventeen imagines#svt#svt imagines#seventeen#seventeen x reader#svt x reader#seventeen fic#seventeen christmas#seventeen smut#seventeen scenarios#seventeen seungcheol#seventeen scoups#svt scenarios#svt smut#svt scoups#scoups x reader#seungcheol x reader
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Merry Christmas Jonsas, and if you don’t celebrate I hope you have a wonderful day anyway, and enjoy the last little bit of 2024.
I was going to save this post for New Year’s but I’ll say it now. In the six years since I became a part of this community this corner of the internet has become my safe space and true happy place, you all make me feel so loved and I hope I bring some joy to you all as well! I think having a place to escape the real world is more important now than ever and I’m still so happy to be here with all of you. Thanks for all this community does, whether your contributions are big or small we all play a role in making this place what it is, love you all and sending some virtual hugs. ❤️
#jonsa#mine#feeling a bit sentimental lately#this place is so important to me it can be hard to articulate
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["Merry Christmas, Honey Badger!"]
𝙒𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙇𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣 (𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩!𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚)
𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 0.6k
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮/𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: Wade sets a Christmas Party.
𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙨: Fluff, comfort, just them being all cute and domestic and Logan not being used to affection.
Wade always made a point to decorate the apartment on holidays and celebrate them properly. He didn't had that on his fucked up childhood, so it's important to him. Althea told Logan that, so he was playing along even though he didn't really care about those things. He cares about Wade.
Wade gave him really cheesy matching Christmas sweaters with their faces on them, and he hated them. But he wore it anyway. Logan wearing the one with a little Deadpool and Wade wearing one with a little Wolverine.
It was stupid, but it made Wade happy. Logan liked him smiling, even if he wouldn't admit it.
"We look so cute, peanut! Don't you think, Al? Oh, right, you can't see."
"Fuck off, jerk." The old lady spat.
"Well, I wish you could smell how adorable we look right now."
Logan grinned and shook his head. He was doing this more often, he realized. Smiling.
Mary Puppins walks in with her tongue out and Wade quickly scoops her up, the dog licking his face excitedly.
"Come to daddy, baby!"
"Oh, god. You got one for the dog, too?" Logan scowl when he sees dogpool wearing a little Christmas sweater just like them.
"Of course I did! She's our daughter!" The merc replies, holding Mary Puppins up as she wiggles. "Aren't you the cuttest little thing? Yes, you are!"
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Wade invited the whole gang over: Laura, Yukio, Ellie, Peter... other side characters who didn't have any lines... And he may have cooked a feast - wearing his little "Kiss the cook" apron - and got gifts for everyone. He's cheesy like that. He's got a family now, and he doesn't take them for granted.
It was opening gifts time, and everyone was exchanging presents and there were a lot of "thank you's" and hugs.
It was still all foreign to Logan. He lived the past years all alone, and holidays like this used to be all the same to regular days where he would just drown himself in bottles of whiskey and be miserable.
But this family was nice. He felt like if Wade did, then he could belong, too.
Maybe he wasn't the Wolverine he should be, but Laura still seemed to like him and wanted to bond with him despite how fucked up he is. Wade adored him, and his friends were all kind to him.
Maybe he didn't have to be miserable forever. Maybe he could put his past behind and make a future in this new universe.
"For you." Wade announced, holding out a small wrapped box in front of Logan who was sitting on the couch. "Open."
Logan took the box and Wade sits beside him, tapping his fingers excitedly on his knees.
He unwraps it and when he opens it he sees dog tags that looked very alike the ones he had. He lost them in his universe while he was black out drunk.
But as he grabbed to examine them, he noticed this one's different.
On one side, it read: 𝙇𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙣, and when he turned it around, it read:
"𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚"
He could feel his heart aching as he grabbed the tags tight.
"Did you make this?"
"Yeah! I didn't really know what to get you, so I- Oh my god- Are you crying?!"
"No." Logan lied, fighting back an insistent tear.
"Oh god, I can't believe I made Wolverine cry!"
"Shut up."
"Come here, honey badger." Wade coos, hugging Logan in a soft embrace.
Logan doesn't hug back, but he also doesn't pull away. He wouldn't admit, but he needed it a bit. So he just sniffed as he let Wade hold him.
And he may hide it under his shirts, but after that, he never took the tags off. Rubbing them affectionately like he used to do with his old ones. Except these were so more meaningful.
[End.]
Hope you liked it! I wanted to make a cute poolverine holiday fic, so he ya go! Them being all cute and domestic it's so important to me.
#deadpool and wolverine#poolverine#deadclaws#fanfic#wade wilson#wade x logan#logan howlett#fluff#comfort#deadpool 3
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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ take my word for it ♡︎ jeonghan.
── .✦ jeonghan uses futureme.org to schedule send you e-mails until june 25, 2026. here are some of them. ⋮ happy hannie day, everyone! 👼 + lowercase intentional. format is mm/dd/yy. can be interpreted as romantic/platonic.
💌 09/27/24 ... "ha! i bet you thought you heard the last from me, huh? you won't be able to escape me that easily. hehe. you'll be getting more of this, but i won't tell you when you'll be getting them 'cause otherwise it won't be a surprise. i can already imagine the look on your face while you're reading this. don't frown; you'll only get wrinkles."
💌 10/03/24 ... "you probably expected i'd have an e-mail scheduled for tomorrow. but i can't have you expecting these little messages, can i? eat something good on my behalf. i'll know if you don't celebrate my birthday~"
💌 10/13/24 ... "you once asked me if i would feel bad about the boys touring without me. honestly? i still don't know the answer. ㅋㅋㅋ sorry if that's underwhelming. but one thing is for sure— they're going to do well. make sure to keep an eye on them! just because i'm gone, it doesn't mean you can stop watching them!"
💌 12/28/24 ... "it's the week between christmas and new year that's always weird, isn't it? it's because you're sandwiched between two holidays and time doesn't seem real. i hope it's not too cold wherever you are. as for me... well, you can just check the internet for the weather in my place. hehe. belated merry christmas, advanced happy new year, and everything in between."
💌 02/04/25 ... "i'm sure you're going to get a bunch of valentine's greetings and flowers, so this is me beating all of them by greeting you on february one (suck it, losers). as for flowers? here: 💐"
💌 02/14/25 ... "(of course i'd still get you real ones. duh.) (unless cheol didn't get the delivery right. if that's the case, i'll kill him.)"
💌 04/01/25 ... "Hello. This is PLEDIS Entertainment. We would like to provide an update on SEVENTEEN member Jeonghan... who misses you lots. 🤡 ㅋㅋㅋ happy april fool's! i almost wanted to joke that i would be coming home early, but i think that would make you really upset. be thankful i'm feeling nice as i draft these up."
💌 05/26/25 ... "ten years? criminal."
💌 07/13/25 ... "hey, hey, hey. today's a very important day! do you know why? i'll give you some time to guess. if you get it wrong, i'll be very upset. there's a second mail that will come tomorrow, so make sure you get the answer right~"
💌 07/14/25 ... "spoiler alert: yesterday was just a normal day. ㅋㅋㅋ i just wanted you to think of me. did it work? i hope it did. because i'm sure that i'm thinking of you right now."
💌 09/27/25 (1) ... "wow, time really flies. one year down, one year to go. i still have a couple more of these up my sleeve, although i'm sure that doesn't surprise you. anyway. eat well, okay? and take care. that's a threat."
💌 09/27/25 (2) ... "sorry. i always forget to say the words that matter the most. but you know what they are, don't you?"
💌 10/04/25 ... "fuck it. miss you. there."
#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan fluff#jeonghan imagines#yoon jeonghan x reader#seventeen x reader#svt x reader#seventeen imagines#svt imagines#svt fluff#seventeen fluff#( everyone and their mothers posted hannie to NIKI's take care. it's MY turn now !!!!!!! )#( in the words of cheol .. hannie happy birthday i miss you i love you. ue ueu e ue )
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christmas wrapping. [A.I.]
🎁 boyfriend!Ashton x reader
with a busy year behind you and a new one around the corner, you decide to surprise your boyfriend with the greatest gift of all.
a/n: consider this my gift to you, soup nation. merry christmas and happy holidays from mama soup! this is also just a lil somethin to hold you guys over to the new year— lots of fun things happening!
this was rushed. def not proofread. be gentle with me as i am just a girl.
(this oneshot is a stand alone, but it’s set in the same universe as my fic ‘tangerine, tangerine’)
CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, bratty!ashton, pet names, oral (m!receiving), bondage, festive innuendos, a sprinkle of christmas cheer, etc.
wordcount: ~4k
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Christmas Eve.
Not a very special day, and not any more than the day that comes after it.
It was you and Ashton’s third holiday season together. A season spent buried in work, Ashton’s schedule packed tight with sound mixing and whacking the nights away on his drums.
But Christmas Eve, despite its mundane nature in the shared home with your boyfriend, was kind of special. It was the only day of that entire week where the two of you were able to sit at home and just enjoy each other’s company.
“How many cups of chocolate chips are we talkin’ here? One? Three? Seven?”
Although Christmas wasn’t inherently celebrated in your relationship, both you and Ashton tried your very best to be festive in any way you could. You’d just spent all morning wrapping red and silver garlands around the bannister of the staircase and thumb-tacking ornaments to the wall, while Ashton was on his third batch of cookies. After snickerdoodle and peanut butter, he’d finally made it to chocolate chip.
“Put as many chocolate chips as your heart desires.”
After practically breaking your neck trying to line the top of your living room ceiling with Christmas lights, you’d made the executive decision to take a break on the couch while Ashton slaved away by the oven. He’d been there since noon, it was well past four now, and giving up or taking any sort of break clearly wasn’t in the cards for him.
“I can’t make that decision, baby. You’re the Cookie Monster of this house,” he calls over his shoulder, bending down to make sure the oven was still warm.
“Put two. Call it even. How many cookies are in this batch anyway?”
“Two dozen. That’s what the recipe says.”
You could practically hear him shrug from all the way in the kitchen. But you just smiled, partially watching the digital fireplace that Ashton put on the TV. He claimed the smooth Christmas jazz and crackling of wood would set the mood— but little did he know. You had other plans to set the mood.
Gifts were never expected on you and Ashton’s Christmas morning. Neither was any semblance of Christmas spirit. The two of you always just woke up and carried on your day as if it were any other. But this year in particular was a rough one, and you figured your favorite boy deserved some extra holiday cheer for all of the work he’s been putting in.
You came across this little idea when you found an old pair of lingerie sitting in a box at the back of your closet, Ashton had gifted it to you on your first anniversary— it was a red matching set with a sheer tulle slip. You were never presented with the opportunity to wear it, but the feathered trimming on the slip and rhinestone bow smack between the bra cups was just the right amount of festive for the precedent set on Christmas Eve.
Thinking all day about surprising him was what got you motivated enough to deck out your living room in Christmas decor. You couldn’t contain your smile when Ashton offered to bake cookies, since you knew he’d be too distracted to notice if you slipped away for a moment.
The Kitchen Aid began to whir, and you tilt your head to see Ashton whistling to himself as he spins the bowl of dough with ease. You took this moment as your perfect opportunity to sneak away upstairs to the bedroom.
He definitely didn’t notice you had left; he was far too engulfed with getting his cookie dough to the perfect consistency. You felt your heart patter as you reached for the box under the bed, all while the mixer was still working and Ashton was still whistling without a clue.
The lingerie was in pristine condition after all these years— and changing into it made you feel like a million bucks. It was flattering, the way the tulle fell just above your hips and left the red lace panties barely exposed. Once adjusted, you grinned to yourself in the mirror while smoothing out the feathers and scurried into the bathroom for your next surprise.
You found your next hiding spot untouched, thank God, and pulled out the ream of satin ribbon that you left in your bathroom drawer. The ribbon was a last minute idea that dawned on you during a trip to your local craft store.
The ribbon was sturdy, which was perfect for the circumstance. Hell, it was sturdy enough to hold the shape of a perfectly knotted bow on its own— you took the liberty of tying to a lock of your hair at the top of your head to add a bit of pizazz.
If anyone couldn’t tell by now, the gift Ashton wanted most for Christmas was you.
“Hey, baby? Can you come in here for a sec?”
Ashton calls out to you from downstairs in the kitchen, the mixer having stopped and started a few more times.
“What’s up?” You call back, frantically shutting all of your drawers and pushing the lingerie box back under the bed.
“Want you to come try the dough. Make sure the ‘chip ratio’ is to your liking.”
You stifle a giggle as Ashton turns the mixer back on, shutting off all the lights in your bedroom and starting to tiptoe towards the stairs.
“You in the bedroom?” Ashton shouts again, his back facing you as you’re already halfway down the steps.
“I’m comin’, I’m comin’.”
You eventually creep down the last step with chills running down your back in anticipation. You couldn’t believe that he still hasn’t turned around to see you all decked out in your holiday getup. It was honestly kind of funny, how determined he was to get these cookies just how you liked them.
“I think this should be fine. But— tell me what you think. Should I add cinnamon? God, I’ve been staring at cookies for so long… I think I’m starting to turn into one.”
You giggle again, audibly this time, and eventually creep your way behind him. You slither your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder.
“That looks perfect t’me,” you hum sweetly, drumming on his hips and admiring the picturesque bowl of dough.
Ashton laughs at your mellow comment, his body shaking as he disassembles the mixer.
“I want you to try it— but don’t eat too much. The raw eggs and shit, they’ll fuck you up.”
“Mmhm…”
Ashton moves fluidly, as if you weren’t even wrapped around his waist and holding him to your chest. You couldn’t believe how enraptured he was by these goddamn cookies.
You almost wanted to smack him.
“Ashton…” you mumble, an attempt to get his attention.
“Yes?”
Just then, you take a step away, releasing him from your arms and putting your hands on your hips.
“Turn around for God’s sake!”
Ashton freezes, dropping the mixer and wiping the remnants of flour off of his pants, “Sorry, sorry, I was just g— holy fuck.”
He had finally seen you. All decked out. Lace, tulle and all, wrapped up with a little red bow.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
His eyes wasted no time in scanning every inch of your body, pupils dilated to maximum capacity as his hands had no clue what to touch first.
“Oh my God— you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.”
“Mmmh, thank you,” you coo, melting into his palms as they eventually make it to your waist.
“This is my gift?” He asks, his eyes sparkling like the lights on your tiny Christmas tree.
“Not all of it.”
Ashton pulls you into his torso, hands roaming your sides and lifting the tulle slip in his path. He can’t believe how incredible you look— let alone in a set that he’s been wanting to see you in since he first bought it off the mannequin.
“You fuckin’ spoil me, y’know that? Shit— what’d I do to deserve this? Was I on the nice list? Jesus fuck, I’m spent.” His entire sentence comes out in one hurried jumble, working in tandem with the steps he was taking to walk you backwards into the living room.
“Just thought you deserved a little somethin’ after everything you’ve done this year.”
“Everything I’ve done? Baby,” he interrupts himself with a kiss to your collarbone, “this is the best gift I’ve gotten in years.”
A giggle escapes your throat as you push his eager lips away from their attachment to your neck, “I haven’t even shown you the rest of it yet!”
Soon enough, you have Ashton padding after you like a dog up the stairs, letting him chase you to the top of the staircase before barricading the bedroom door with your body. He frowns as you stop him from bursting through it, taking a hand to caress your waist.
“Baby—” he begins to protest as you anchor your hands to the moulding.
“Ah ah ah,” you tut, “not yet.”
“Why not? I wanna unwrap my gift.”
You chuckle at his childish attitude, lazily slinging your arms across his shoulders and giving him a cheeky smile.
“Patience is a virtue. I’ve got one more surprise left for you.”
Just then, you reach behind and open the door to your bedroom; it was dark, with the exception of the purple and blue lava lamp that backlit your sensual figure.
“Entry fee is one kiss from you, mister.”
Ashton’s lips curve into a sultry smile, still standing over you, “Just one? Why not a million?”
You just shrug, tapping your manicured fingers along the doorframe, “Inflation.”
He stoops down to press a gentle kiss onto your lips, taking a moment to savor the pomegranate flavored lip balm you’d smothered across them in a hurry. He hums into you, wanting to reach out and touch, but barring himself as per your request.
“I’ve paid my toll,” he wiggles his eyebrows.
“Don’t be smart.”
Ashton bounces on his heels as you step away from the door, guiding him into the dark room by the sway of your hips. You reach over to the nightstand and turn on the light to reveal your bed, intact from this morning, with just a single spool of ribbon nestled between your pillows.
Ashton stops at the doorway, scratching his head in confusion, “Our bed?”
“Mhm. Our bed.”
You then take a few steps, making sure to push your arms together and arch out your back as you reach for the red satin ribbon.
“I mean— I’m not complaining—”
“You shouldn’t. This is part of the surprise,” you say these words as if they meant nothing, twisting the ribbon between your fingers and starting to slowly unravel the tightly wound roll.
“You’re so elusive,” he tuts, stepping closer to the bed.
“I haven’t even given you instructions yet.”
Ashton raises his eyebrow, dipping his knee down onto the mattress. You could tell his eyes were still bugged out and wandering across your body.
“Instructions? Did my gift come with a manual?”
“Somethin’ like that,” you murmur, stepping around the bed to meet him, “you’ve been awfully good this year.”
“Have I?” Ashton asks, in complete awe of you. His body stiffens when you reach out to fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt.
“Mhmm, very. You’ve been working so hard all year. Must get tiresome, no?”
In a complete 180 switch, Ashton suddenly seems to know where this is headed. His face, once dawned in pure ignorant bliss, had learned a thing or two within the past few minutes.
“Wait.”
He had stopped his path towards the bed, eyeing you down as you continued to unravel the ribbon until it dropped onto the floor.
“What?”
“What are you trying to do right now?”
With the satin now wrapped into a make-shift spool across your knuckles, you shrug, “What do you mean?”
He shakes his head, slowly working backwards from the progress he’s made getting onto the mattress.
“Is this part of your little surprise? What’s the ribbon for?”
“Why are you asking me so many questions?”
Ashton crosses his arms, meeting you at your side of the bed, “Because I’m impatient.”
You scoff, “Well at least you’re aware of it.”
He shakes his head, stepping towards you and motioning to the ribbon as the smile on your face only makes him more impatient, “And how do you intend to use that?”
“Use what?”
“The ribbon.”
“Oh,” you hold out your hand, stepping closer to him and only leaving an inch between your bodies, “this?”
“Yeah, that.”
You could tell that Ashton was getting frustrated; the subtle way his jaw ticked each time you smart-mouthed one of his questions. Being elusive and condescending was Ashton’s job in the bedroom. It was one of the things you liked most about your dynamic between the sheets. He, however, didn’t seem to like the sudden role reversal.
But tonight, despite your presence being his present, you decided to go for the more self indulgent route.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have much of a choice.
“The purpose of the ribbon is for me to know, and for you to find out. Wanna lay down for me?”
He doesn’t even get the chance to retort before one soft push to his chest had him plopping down onto the bed. He stares up at you, a bit stunned, watching as you slip right between the perfectly sized slot between his legs.
“Fine. No more questions. But you mentioned instructions…?”
“Mhm. They’re very simple.”
“Hit me with ‘em.”
You smile, draping the ribbon around your neck in order to have both hands free.
“Take your shirt off.”
With his bottom lip now tucked between his teeth, he obliges, pulling off his white tee from the back and tossing it behind you. You take a moment to admire his smooth collarbones, still standing between his legs.
“I’m starting to like you from this angle, Ash,” you purr, taking that same hand you used to push him down to grapple his chin and force his gaze into your eyes.
“I’m indifferent.”
“Why’s that, hm?”
“Usually I’m the one barkin’ orders...”
Before he can explain himself any further, you grab at the ribbon and point to the headboard.
“Lay back. Arms up.”
“Are you about to tie me up?”
He asks this question as he slowly maneuvers to where you told him to, curiosity sparkling in his eyes yet still a fool to your soft, sultry tone.
Somehow, some way, despite the vehement pleading of his facial expressions and the desire to put up a fight, you’re straddling his hips, and he’s holding his arms up like you asked him to.
“Just lay back and look pretty.”
“Yeah? That’s what you want?” Ashton chuckles, “how the tables have turned…”
“I wish you’d stop being such a smartass,” you hum, reaching over him to tie his left wrist in place.
You wished you could’ve taken a picture of his face when the second bow was tied— his face was priceless. You loved how the bows keeping his wrists steady to the bedposts matched the one you’d tied into your hair, you loved how gorgeous he looked beneath you, completely at your disposal.
The way his eyes narrowed when you called him a smartass, it was obvious he was holding back a smile.
You were starting to think that he loved it too.
“Baby—” as Ashton whines, he tugs at your knots, causing your antique bed frame to creak and bang against the wall.
“Yes?” you reply, perching on his lap with an innocent smile.
He seems to have more to say, but all vices are lost as he seems to just give up, and sigh.
“—Oh— forget it. Do what you want. I’m yours.”
You break the tension with a kiss, pressing your lips against his and feeling his chest shudder as he breathes beneath you. It was obvious that he wasn’t accustomed to being restrained. Each time you rolled your hips against his flannel pajama pants there was a knocking at your wall, signifying the willpower he was exercising as to not uproot the bedposts from the floor.
You continue your slow trail, taking your time and peppering open-mouthed kisses along the side of his neck and down towards his chest.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby. How do you do this shit?” The frustration laced through his breathy voice made your stomach turn.
“What, stay tied up? It’s easy,” you hum, mid-kiss to his pec, “I just play by the rules.”
Ashton huffs, growing more and more antsy as your travels lead you towards the waistband of his pajama pants. His supple, gravelly moans were the only thing keeping you from tearing off his pants and having your way with him— because one thing that Ashton Irwin lacked in this life was patience.
And one thing you lacked in this life was the ability to deny yourself a good time.
“Baby, c’mon.” His hips jerk upward, along with his hands, his crotch hitting your clothed core in all of the correct places. But rather than visibly showing how much his fully hard dick had an effect on you, you just smile, and reach up to smoosh his lips together with your index finger.
“Stop pulling, you’ll break the bed.”
“It’s gettin’ really fuckin hard not to.”
“Hush. Don’t wanna hear another word from that mouth.”
Just then, you tap your cool fingertips along his pelvic bone, and watch as the goosebumps rise along his tanned stomach. Living in Los Angeles definitely had it’s perks.
“Yeah?” You can tell how hard he was trying to keep the status quo, but now your fingers were dancing beneath his waistband and causing him grief, “You–God, what have you done to me?”
A catty smile dances across your face, still enjoying how much he absolutely fucking hated not being the one in control.
“A Christmas miracle, maybe?” you tease, finally getting a start on pulling down his pants, “Lift those hips, pretty boy.”
With a disgruntled moan, he does as he’s told, his eyes locked in on your figure and tracing every single curve with his pupils.
You eventually free him from the confines of flannel, his cock springing out like it was being held captive. It was hard not to let your mouth water at just the sight of him; your old ways were awfully invasive.
“Mmmmh,” you hum at the way he twitches, his tip leaky and just begging to be touched.
“You’re fuckin’ murdering me with those eyes, baby.”
“That’s the point, silly. You always like to tell me how patient I am. Why not give you a taste of your own medicine?”
You reach out to hold his cock, antagonizing him by wrapping your fingers around him and remaining stagnant. He hisses at your gentle touch, the headboard knocking against the wall once more.
“God damnit— you gonna make me beg for it?”
“Maybe. That’d be fun,” you hum sweetly, starting a slow rhythm of pumping his cock while staring deeply into those honey green eyes.
“In your fuckin’ dreams, sweetheart.”
In order to hush those sweet lips of his, you take your tongue and drag a line up his shaft. He grunts, loudly, wrists now tinged with red to match his restraints and his incapability to sit still.
“Fuck you— you’re such a tease,” he mutters, his breathing picking up at merely the sigh of your lips near his cock.
“Fuck me? Isn’t that the goal?” you joke once more before dipping your head down to ever-so daintily suck on his tip.
Ashton then lets out a sound like you’d never heard before— it was loud, and beastial. You’d never thought you had it in you to make a grown man cry, and yet here you were, with your boyfriend's sanity at your fingertips.
“Y/N, baby, please… Take it all. God I’m— I’m dyin’ t’feel that fuckin’ mouth.”
With your lips still pursed around his tip, not giving him the full satisfaction just yet, you hum, sending vibrations from the hollows of your cheeks directly into his body. He jolts again, cursing and muttering at the feeling of satin setting fire to his wrists.
His sounds alone have you enthralled by this whole scenario. Hell, you couldn’t believe you didn’t think of this sooner. Tying Ashton up and teasing him in the most seductive piece of lingerie you own? Sold.
In the midst of feeling bad for your poor poor boyfriend, you decide to up the ante, and take him fully into your mouth without warning. Another gasp catches in his larynx, finally releasing some of the pent up tension that had been building since the moment you tied a knot around his wrist.
“Ahhh, fuck. Fuck, yes sweetheart. God you feel so good—”
Expletives and moans fill your bedroom wall to wall, a familiar buzzing sensation hits your stomach as he mutters your name like a prayer.
“Just like that, baby. Not gonna last long if ya’ keep—fuck— suckin’ me off like that.”
It was now an attempt to beat the clock as you felt Ashton’s abdomen tighten. You knew he was close, he knew he was close, it was just a matter of when.
You continued the rhythm that hit him just right, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks whilst his mercy ran thin.
“That pretty mouth— s’good to me. Fuck, you’re an angel.”
With his words, you pop your head up, releasing his cock and replacing his your cock-full mouth with a smile.
“Keep talkin’ pretty boy, you’re so close, aren’t you?”
Ashton’s eyebrows furrow, but they don’t stay angry for long.
“You piss me the fuck off.”
A giggle slips past your steely demeanor, enjoying the ability to banter with your boyfriend while his head spins.
“I know. That’s the best part,” you coo, narrowing your eyes as your hand pumps his milks his cock to an imminent orgasm, “Now are you gonna cum for me, or what?”
One final tug at the headboard left Ashton spent, his release spilling onto your knuckles as you watch him with your bottom lip between your teeth. His breathing was shallow, in time with the rhythm of the last few strokes of your hand.
“Jesus Christ—” he sighs, his head thumping back into the pillows, “You’re a fuckin’ animal.”
“Still a merry Christmas?” You ask, your eyes half-lidded as you take your free hand to massage his shaky thighs.
“The merriest,” he breathes out, still trying to collect himself by running his hands through his now sweaty hair, “but just wait ‘till next year.”
After you’d cleaned up the mess you made and freed Ashton from his festive ligatures, the two of you sat, cozied in bed, staring up at the ceiling as you ruminated on the past year together.
“You know, if you wanna start up the tradition of having a real Christmas, I wouldn’t be opposed,” Ashton mumbles into your hair, still traipsing along the red tulle of your slip.
“Really? What changed your mind?”
“Don’t know. I guess today had me feeling ‘holly and jolly’, if ya’ catch my drift.”
The two of you giggle, feeling the warmth of your body heat combining to shield how Ashton blasted the AC to compensate for your longing for a real white Christmas.
“Maybe next year we’ll have a Christmas party. Invite a few friends, do a secret Santa, cook some dinner?” you shrug, mindlessly sweeping his hair off of his forehead and tucking it behind his ear.
“Hell no. Entertaining those losers is the last thing on my wishlist. But you and me? Alone together?”
“Yeah? What about it?” You hum.
“That’s at the top of my wishlist.”
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Bucky Barnes — Christmas and Candies.
— summary: The former sergeant decides to spend some time living in London a few years after the war, to get rid of the memories that haunts him. Christmas is not a celebration he enjoys anymore, however, meeting a waitress at a bakery is the kickstart he needs to feel a little softer again for the first time.
— pairing: Bucky Barnes x waitress!reader
— type: fluff, angst, 1940s AU
— word count: 1.6k
— tags/warnings: female!reader, war veteran!Bucky, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), mental-health issues, strangers to lovers, pre-relationship, angst and hurt/comfort, Christmas fluff, implied cheating, emotional infidelity, hopeful ending, ambiguous/open ending, argument, social anxiety, post-World War II, no powers (and no Hydra or Winter Soldier), 1940s, canon divergence. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.
— author's notes: This is my first fic with a character from the MCU. Bucky's my fav and maybe I'll write more about him later hahaha. Anyway, Merry Christmas <3 <3 I love you guys, thanks for everything and I hope you have fun with your families and friends.
— crossposting: AO3
Bucky had decided to take some time away from the USA a few years after the war, some time for himself, to rest and try to get to know new places and new people.
At least, that is what he had said his family and friends when he told the news. He needed to stay away from the cruel memories involving everything that had happened in the war, try to get rid of everything that made him wake up desperate and in a cold sweat at dawn.
Get rid of the nightmares that plagued his mind all the time.
However, nothing would go right. The apartment that Bucky was renting for a limited time was a complete mess. The acoustics of the rooms were terrible and he found himself constantly complaining to himself about the noise that the neighbors on each side made. And even more irritating were the children's cries at the front door. Bucky did not know how to approach the neighbors and complain about the sleep deprivation he was experiencing because of their kids, so he decided to just keeping silent, at least for a while.
That morning, Bucky woke up frustrated and took a shower before deciding to buy something for breakfast at a nearby bakery. He had not slept well and the look of frustration was evident on his face as he walked the streets. The dark gray scarf did little to warm him from the annoying fog that hit his face with every step he took.
He had gotten used to being cold during the war, but he could not help but keep complaining about it inside his thoughts. He had never been the biggest fan of winter days, just as he was not the biggest fancier of celebrating Christmas anymore.
During his innocent times, Bucky liked to look at the Christmas decorations. Now, after everything he was forced to face, he found himself constantly frowning every time he saw someone on the streets happy with the arrival of that commemorative date.
"Happy Christmas Eve. How can I help you, sir?" A soft voice caught Bucky's attention and he barely realized he had entered a bakery. He frowned when he saw the pretty girl with a red scarf so vibrant and it almost made him turn around and walk away.
Bucky took a deep breath, trying to ignore the discomfort with the color. Why did people like that damn red so much? It was just a stupid color to show love and passion, but in the former sergeant's eyes it only represented anger and reminded him of how much blood he had shed during the war.
How much blood he had been forced to watch his friends lose...
The girl remained looking at Bucky with a confused and excited expression at the same time, clearly not realizing how disturbed his mind was at that moment. Or at least pretending not to notice, perhaps due to a lack of empathy or simply to not make their situation even worse.
Bucky took a few deep breaths and finally managed to mutter. "A cream donut."
The sentence sounded with an absence of enthusiasm that made the waitress swallow hard, nodding with a raised eyebrow and then looking for a cream donut in the showcase. She could feel the man's eyes following her and every movement of her hands, poking his cheek with his tongue as he noticed that the donut had some red and green sprinkles on top.
"Don't you have a normal version of that fucking candy? Some version that doesn't look like Santa's elves threw up on it?"
The waitress' eyes widened at Bucky's sudden outburst, staring at him without knowing what to say other than looking at him as if he had just said the most cruel words in the world.
Bucky took a deep breath when he noticed how the girl had her hands shaking, confusion and a little anger written in her face, not knowing whether to put the donut on the plate or not. Guilt ate him alive when he noticed that his words had sounded angrier and louder than he expected. If it were before the war, Bucky would have excitedly entered the bakery, flirted with the cute waitress, bought several delicious and decorated candies, eaten them right there and flirted with the girl one more time before leaving.
The old version of him was a womanizer and philanderer. And his current version was nothing more than a traumatized asshole.
"You know what, doll... Forget it. You can put the candy back where it was before, I'll buy something at another bakery." He murmured, hoping that the nickname would soften his rudeness and his refusal to buy anything to eat there.
During the night, you finished selling the last candies and sighed in relief as the customers left. It was already more than ten o'clock at night and the need for a rest began to become clear on your face. Christmas Eve was always extremely busy at the bakery, and as much as you enjoyed the holiday, there was something strange about that night.
Maybe it was just the random man's rudeness during the morning, or maybe it was the feeling of emptiness and sadness that consumed your body every time you looked at the clock. You knew that your fiancé could not fulfill his agreement once again, and you could not help but feel quite melancholy when you realized that you were always falling for every stupid nonsense he promised.
When the door bell rang, revealing another customer entering, you sighed still facing away. "I'm already closing, sorry. There are no more candies to sell." You said with a cold and distant tone, wiping away the single tear that fell. There was silence after that and you frowned, crossing your arms as you looked back, sighing in frustration as you recognized the man standing there. "Oh, you again."
He nodded, his facial expression remained serious, however, his body language gave away his true emotions. "My name is Bucky. Bucky Barnes. And... I was a soldier. A sergeant, actually..."
"Bucky Barnes." You tested the name on your tongue with some curiosity and looked back at him, completely confused. "May I know why you are standing in front of me now, telling me your name and your former career?"
Bucky took a deep breath, crossing his arms like you as if trying to portray a confident image of himself, someone who was not shaken, until he finally gave up on the stupid charade and sighed. "I was a jerk to you, miss. I'm sorry. I just... I know that's not a good excuse, but I'm still so traumatized from the whole war that I couldn't help but feel angry seeing the arrival of the Christmas. And you..." He ran his hand through his hair, sighing again, brushing the brown strands away from his angelic but sad face. "And you're so beautiful and in the morning you were really so excited about this damn holiday. I ended up stressing out about that, I'm truly sorry I took it out on you. You don't even know me, it wasn't fair to you and your bakery. "
Bucky's quick and objective explanation caught you off guard and you had your mouth open for a few seconds. You tried to take it as a simple apology from a traumatized former soldier. It was only fair that he apologized to you after his selfish rudeness...
However, you took a deep breath. You took another look at the clock, realizing that in fact your fiance was not going to come back to take you to his house. He had done that during the last two Christmas Eve. Your family tried to convince you that it was just a difficult phase in your relationship and that it was not worth breaking up with a rich man to remain single around the world and be talked about badly as if you were a whore.
And you tried. You tried so much. Sometimes even too much.
And now you were tired from maintain by yourself the perfect couple charade.
A sigh escaped your lips and you looked back at Bucky, a hint of curiosity in his tired blue eyes while you picked up a bag from behind the counter and moved yourself to the table next to Bucky, his gaze admiring your face and also admiring the light brown wool dress you wore, as well as the dark red sweater with your initial embroidered in a shade of gold, perfectly matching the scarf you had been wearing since the beginning of the day.
As soon as you took some pretty candies out of the bag, Bucky chuckled. "I thought you said they were all sold already, doll."
You shrugged, feigning some indifference. "I said. But these were for me to take and eat during Christmas Eve dinner. You cannot blame for that." You gave Bucky a light smile. "Anyway, if you're free tonight, we can celebrate together.'
His eyebrows rose with shock at your point and clear flirt despite the engagement ring on your hand. Even before the war, Bucky was not a man to get involved with committed women.
And despite everything, now he did not even blink when he joined you, returning your smile and waiting with some excitement while you arranged the desserts on the table. That was a very unlikely way to celebrate Christmas Eve, having dinner with an unknown waitress who he had been rude to just a few hours before. In fact, this scenario had never crossed Bucky's mind when he moved to London or when he decided to buy some food at your bakery in the morning. Despite how unusual and even funny the whole situation seemed, Bucky felt alive for the first time in a long time.
Celebrating the special night with you was much better than being locked up inside his own apartment, brooding over each of the traumas that haunted his mind, always consumed with melancholy and self-loathing. At least from that night onwards, he would have a reason to visit your bakery quite often.
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Christmas in the Devildom
Christmas wasn’t something the Devildom celebrated before your arrival. It felt inherently wrong, and to the brothers, strange to celebrate the birth of what could only be considered an estranged brother to them. Jesus always was the favorite anyways, considering he got a whole holiday. But once you arrived, and they saw how important things like this were to you, they began to grow accustomed more human traditions.
Diavolo wholeheartedly threw himself, and his kingdom, into the festivities. If there wasn’t already snow, he arranged for magical fake snow. Christmas tree tents and Christmas shops appeared everywhere. He even went as far as to dress up as Santa on a few occasions. The Little D’s were made into elves which Dia thought was hilarious.
Lucifer needed to stop Mammon from stealing gifts, both his and others, and Asmo from peaking, so he went as far as curse the gifts. Anyone who’s touched them and taken them further than the tree had the word “naughty” written across their forehead. Diavolo thought this was very festive and funny, so he took a present on purpose so he could have it too. Lucifer was not amused. Satan tried and failed to trick Lucifer into getting it written on his forehead too. He ended up with on his own forehead and had to cover it with a Santa hat he deemed ugly.
After learning Christmas wasn’t really a thing in the Devildom, you took the place by storm and showed them all your favorite traditions. Christmas baking, gingerbread houses, white elephant, tree and house decorating, and so much more. You couldn’t believe on how much they were missing out on. You recruited the Purgatory Hall residents for help, but Solomon was “promoted” to supervisor when it came to anything cooking or baking. Both Luke and Simeon were already acquainted with the idea of Christmas and were more than happy to help. According to Solomon, it has been at least 100 years since he last celebrates Christmas, so he was rusty but willing to learn again.
You, Simeon, Luke, and Barbatos had a gingerbread house building competition. To be honest, all you had going for you was your Christmas spirit, but at least the others offered to make it a 2v2. Barbatos offered to be on your team and together you made a replica of the Demon Lord's Castle. Despite being there and actively helping for the full creation, you still don't know how it happened. Luke and Simeon ended up making a replica of Purgatory Hall. The judges (Diavolo, Lucifer, and Solomon) could not come to a consensus and it ended in a draw. The brothers, minus Lucifer, attempted and failed to make a replica of the House of Lamentation. It's safe to say they would not have won.
The brothers and a few other demons became enamored with the ideas of mistletoe and they all tried to catch you under it on many occasions. You made sure to distribute the kisses evenly to make sure one wasn’t getting more than they were owed and you yourself went out after those who you thought weren’t being proactive. Surprisingly, Belphie got in the most. You stopped counting after Christmas Day but he kept on using the mistletoe until New Years. You originally thought he carried it in his pockets with him, but you checked yourself while he was asleep and found nothing. Honorable mentions went to Levi, who tried his hardest but only actually got about two kisses in since he kept backing out.
You also made sure Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were special, with help of course. Beel and Lucifer were perfect for setting up the tree and other decorations that needed to be up high. Mammon was great help on Christmas morning since he tended to follow you around like a lost puppy, and Asmo was very helpful for Christmas dinner. Levi helped you cover all your bases with presents since he was surprisingly good at wrapping ang selecting gifts to give. In conjunction with Barbatos, they coordinated the secret Santa. Everyone was happy with their presents!
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!! Dealing with slight writers block right now so apologies for the lack of content but please enjoy what I do manage to put out <3
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Hi everyone
So, I'm not gonna go into spoiler-territory just yet bc timezones and people having stuff to do, so not everyone might have listened to the new saga yet. Still, if you want a completely blank slate for yourself, skip this one.
Anyway I just wanted to tell you not to be surprised at me not saying much about it or engaging with content about it (I've filtered the tag again, I won't see it) It's less of a reflection on me thinking the saga is bad or something, it's just a very personal, subjective feeling like, this saga made me feel sad in a way I don't want to feel from media. (It's like with Avengers Endgame. I genuinely think the movie is good but I have not rewatched it a single time and still cried about it so many times just thinking about it.)
Ig I just generally wanted to explain that when I say I'm sad, it's not the "omg that's so tragic" kinda thing (that's an epic staple), it's the "I genuinely feel unhappy" kinda sad. Which is a bummer, but yeah, nothing to be done about it now.
I hope you understand that I'm happy for every single one of you who enjoys the new saga, that's amazing, I just have to find a way to... well, deal with it before I can be normal about it, and I don't know how long that will take (Endgame took me at least a year to fully get over... we shall see)
merry christmas to those who celebrate, and have a good Wednesday to everyone in general
xx
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Tis the season! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to those who celebrate! To those who don't, have a good day anyways! I hope we all enjoyed some yummy meals!!! The drawing didin't turn out exactlly how we planned or exactlly how I wanted it to look but perfeccionism is the enemy of getting things done so we settle with that hahaha! — 💚
[Merry (late) Christmas and happy holidays to all! No, we're not dead, we just got busy on these last months of the year and I'll be honest I completly forgor about this blog while doing college stuff. Gonna try and at least give a warning when we have to take a break for this sort of stuff in the future, that's wholly my bad, my apologies. We should be back by the begining of next year, after all these celebrations, so stay tuned there, thank you for all the asks so far!] - [🩶]
Image ID on image alt text and under cut. Version without effects under cut. Some more blabber asqell lol.
[Image ID: A drawing of EraseTale!Chara on the left smilling with her teeth alongside EraseTale!Frisk on the right doing a peace sign and smilling with closed mouth. In the background there is a Christmas tree (Based on the tree in the middle of Snowdin). On the foreground, above the characters, it's written "Happy Holidays" in alternating red and green letters.]
Woah! This year sure was a big year for me! In this end of the year I have moved to a new home, passed the entrance exam to a colledge, opened thia blog, and much more! I am very happy with all that happend, qnd I hope next year can be even better! Though, I will miss not having classes... ( " ´∇`) - 💚
[Same on my end, college got ROUGH these past months and I put this blog so much on the backburner I deadass forgor about it, after we're done with the holidays we'll be back, but if I can have my way we'll still work on this blog, just on a SEVERELY reduced speed. I'm waiting to see what you all will ask these little characters I have created, for we still have a long road ahead =).] - [🩶]
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