#his family: watching Christmas movies. building gingerbread houses. home movies.

[bluepriestess]

The contrast between my family gatherings vs my fiancés is so funny but also gives me whiplash

[starkwlkr]

It’s been a pleasure to read your works Jen, no one writes quite like you. Wishing you well and hope you’ll come back soon. I understand this isn’t your usual pairing but it would mean a lot to me and if you have the time: I could request: ‘Toto x Susie x reader’ where she is an upcoming driver, her family weren’t supportive and the Wolff’s take her under their wing as one of their own overtime? Thanks so much 🥰

what was i made for? | F1

for the purpose of this fic, the reader is going to be a rookie during the 2019 season because yes <3 live laugh love 2019 rookies 🫶🏼also this is my last post so thank you for all the love and support!!

Y/n knew how her parents felt about karting. They always told her the same thing: that’s no place for a little girl, you’re going to get hurt blah blah blah. But she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She continued with her dreams. Eventually she found herself winning trophies and raising it on the small podium. Then the small podium turned into a bigger one.

The journey to F1 was hard, but she was proud of herself. The holidays were especially hard for her. She hard received the news that her family wasn’t going to be with her for the holidays at all.

She didn’t live in Monaco like most of the drivers on the grid, she couldn’t afford it. For now, she was living with a roommate in London. But even her roommate had plans with her own family so Y/n was going to be spending her time alone in her flat with nothing but takeout and Netflix.

Toto Wolff was the first one to notice the frown on the young girl’s face. It was a late night in there paddock and all the team principals had a late meeting. He was surprised to see her. All the drivers were gone, most likely already on flights to their families or vacation homes. But she was still here.

“Are you waiting on someone?” Toto asked.

“No, I just don’t want to leave right now. Is that weird to say?” She replied.

“I don’t find it weird. I just thought you would’ve already been on a plane headed towards Ibiza or Mallorca. I think that’s where most drivers and their families go for the holidays. What are your plans?”

“Well . . . I have a new season of this show that I’m watching to catch up on. I might watch all the marvel movies. And if I finish everything before break is over then I guess I’ll just sleep.” She said casually.

“You’re not going to spend time with your family?” He questioned.

“I don’t know where they are. Last time I checked, they were in the Maldives. All I got was a text saying they couldn’t meet me at the airport and my roommate is away with hers, but at least I get the flat all to myself.” She tried to sound cheery, but Toto could hear the hurt in her voice.

“No, that’s unacceptable. You’re not spending the holidays alone.”

And that’s how Y/n ended up on a flight with the Wolff family to their preferred vacation destination. Y/n had gotten to know more about the young boy, Jack Wolff, and his love for Legos. He even let Y/n build a car, which surprised both of his parents since he didn’t like people grabbing his legos.

“Can Y/n come over for Christmas too?” Jack asked his mother.

“Why don’t you ask her if she wants to come over?” Susie encouraged the boy. She was hoping Y/n would say yes.

“Y/n, would you like to spend Christmas with us? Papa and I always make cookies and Mama always lets me open one present before bed! And we can make gingerbread houses and stay up all night!” Jack said.

“All night? What if Santa sees us?”

“We can be really quiet.”

Susie and Toto watched as Y/n and Jack talked about what they wanted for Christmas. “We can’t let her be alone on Christmas, Toto.” She whispered to her husband.

“She won’t, she has us.”

“And that’s P8, Y/n! Good job, you did great.”

Y/n would be lying if she said she didn’t feel like crying a bit. The beginning of the season wasn’t good, but she kept going and soon she made it into the points. She did it, she scored her first points in F1.

After getting back to the garage, she spotted Jack and Susie waiting for her with big smiles on their faces.

“You did it! Go Y/n!” Jack pounced on her the second she got out of her car.

“Thank you, Jack!” Y/n smiled and gave the little boy a hug.

“Did you hear me yelling your name? I was with papa, but I wanted you to win.” Jack said as he grabbed Y/n’s hand and walked with her towards Susie.

“I heard you, you were yelling so loud.” Y/n chuckled. She then saw how proud Susie looked and couldn’t help herself so she immediately gave Susie a hug.

“You did so well, Y/n! And you scored points! That’s amazing!” Susie cheered.

“Thank you, I think I might cry.” Y/n admitted.

“You should be proud of yourself. I am.”

Drive to survive

“How did you feel when you scored your first points?”

Y/n instantly smiled at the memory. She remembered it all too well. Her and the Wolff family celebrating afterwards, her being congratulated by everyone on the grid.

“Oh man, it was my happiest day. Before that I used to say my happiest day hadn’t happened yet. I was content with at least scoring one point, but I got four! It was amazing and I’m glad that the people that love and support me were there to witness that special moment with me.” Y/n smiled.

The camera cuts to a smiling Toto. He looked like a proud dad and he was. Toto considered Y/n to be part of his family.

“Proud. That’s all I can say.”

[gingiesworld]

Rocking Around The Christmas Tree

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1050

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @karsonromanoff

18+ MINORS DNI

It was Wanda’s first Christmas in the States since she lost her brother, the Avengers taking her in and giving her a home. As Nat left with Clint to spend the holidays with his family, everyone else left to spend it with their own family and friends, leaving Wanda and Y/N alone in the compound.

Although Y/N had a crush on the witch, they were afraid to act on it as she was still mourning the loss of her twin.

“Good morning.” Wanda greeted shyly as she walked into the kitchen, seeing Y/N prepare for the christmas cookies and building the gingerbread house. “What’s all this?” She asked as she stood beside them.

“I figured it’s your first Christmas here, so I wanted to show you how we spend it here.” They told her with a smile.

“Why didn’t you do what the others had done, spend it with your own family?” Wanda asked as Y/N looked down before shaking their head no.

“Because I wanted to be here with you.” They told her with a bright smile. “So come on, you like to bake right?” Wanda nodded as she joined Y/N’s side. With it being christmas eve, they had decided to do all of the baking before watching christmas movies.

“I didn’t realise there are a lot of activities for just one day.” Wanda laughed as Y/N nodded.

“There is more.” Y/N told her. “But we can always do that next year because now we watch movies and eat junk.”

“What?” Wanda laughed at their enthusiasm, soon following them into the living room. “The Grinch?” She questioned as Y/N smiled.

“The original cartoon version, and then the Jim Carrey one.” They told her as they threw a pack of crisps at her. “Now, sit back and relax.” They told her with a smile. She had done as they told her, thanking them quietly when they covered her with a blanket, soon finding herself leaning her head on their shoulder.

“What now?” She asked as they jumped forward, startling her slightly.

“This is for you.” They handed her a gift bag. “Open it.”

“Pyjamas?” She raised her brow.

“Christmas pajamas, now go shower and change woman.” They pushed her into her room as she laughed. They soon went into their own to change into matching pajamas.

“I thought only couples and families would wear matching pajamas?” She questioned with a raised brow.

“Well, we have known each other for almost a year and I consider you my family.” They told her sweetly, making her smile and her heart flutter. “Besides, you deserve to have the full experience.”

The two soon sat down as they ordered pizza, not really wanting to cook anything for dinner.

As they ate as A Wonderful Life played on the TV, Y/N sighed as they turned to look at her.

“You asked about my family before.” They started as Wanda nodded, giving them her full attention. “They died, it was a couple of years ago, I had just joined SHIELD after leaving the military.” They wiped their hands on their pants. “My parents and baby sister were proud of me, I was going to fight alongside the Avengers. But then, Pierce, he killed them, he recorded it and showed me when they captured me. Tortured me but watching how they tortured my parents and Kay, that was the worst torture anyone could ever go through.” Wanda reached for their hand. “Last year was my first Christmas without them, and I was here alone. Everyone was off with their own families and all I felt was pain and anguish during the time of year we usually enjoy.” They looked into her eyes, stinging with tears that threatened to fall. “I never wanted you to feel what I felt last Christmas.”

“Y/N.” Wanda spoke their name tenderly before she caressed their cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok.” They gave her a smile. “I learned how to live with the pain and I fight everyday so someone else doesn’t have to go through the pain I did.”

“You’re amazing.” Wanda told them honestly as they smiled before turning back to the TV.

The next morning rolled around after the two had fell asleep on the sofa in each other's arms, Y/N woke before Wanda and moved her gently before getting up to make some breakfast for the two. Her gift is already sitting proudly on the counter.

“Hey.” Wanda smiled as she approached Y/N who was cooking pancakes. “Christmas tree pancakes.”

“With cherries.” They beamed as they plated them up for her. “And this is for you.”

“What?” She questioned as she looked at the gift wrapped box. “I never got you anything.”

“Seeing that smile on your face is a gift.” They told her honestly. They watched as she opened it eagerly, her eyes glistened as she spotted the Dick Van Dyke Show box set.

“How did you know?” She asked them as they shrugged.

“I remember Pietro told us about how the two of you loved the show when you were kids.” They told her. “It was one of the things we spoke about before he uh.”

“Thank you.” She whispered as she gave them a hug, their arms instantly wrapped around her waist.

“Dance with me?” They requested as White Christmas played through the speakers. Wanda’s arms moved up around their neck as their hands remained on her hips, both swaying to the gentle rhythm of the song. A smile on Wanda’s face as their breakfast remained untouched.

“Thank you for this.” She told them as she looked up into their eyes.

“You don’t have to say it.” They told her gently. “Just seeing this smile is all the thanks I need.”

“Mistletoe.” Wanda pointed up above them as the two chuckled.

“Stark.” They both spoke in unison before looking back at each other.

“Isn’t that sort of a tradition too?” She asked with her lip between her teeth.

“It is.” They confirmed. “But we don’t.” They were cut off by her lips on their own. Pouring every emotion and feeling into the kiss, the two feeling complete for the first time in their lonely lives.

[danikamariewrites]

Could I possibly request a Modern! Rhys x reader decorating for the holidays with their daughter and doing little holiday traditions like building gingerbread houses, making cookies for Santa, or going to see Christmas lights? Their daughter coming downstairs cause she heard “Santa” and she sees “Santa” kissing her mommy🤭

In my head, whether it’s a modern au or the canon universe, Rhys absolutely LOVES the winter holidays and will gladly go all out for those.

Holiday Preparations

Modern!Rhys x reader

A/n: I also think Rhys loves the winter holidays (especially since Feyre’s bday is solstice) and loves to make them special

Warnings: none

December 1st Rhys is pulling the decorations out of the attic and playing Christmas music

He’s always the one to get the family in the holiday spirit

While you and Rhys handle the bigger decorations you guys let Isla put out the smaller ones

Isla loves hanging the stockings herself, it’s so cute how proud of herself she is. Rhys lifts her so she can reach the hooks on the mantle and when he puts her down she stands back with her little hands on her hips smiling, “wow, good job everyone.”

Tree shopping is the last big thing to do

Rhys always gives Isla a piggyback ride as you look at trees

When you find your perfect tree Isla gets so excited. Rhys makes sure he picks her up so she can inspect every inch of it putting her on his shoulders last to make sure the top is perfect for the star

When it’s to to decorate You put the lights on while Rhys opens up the ornament boxes. Isla has more ornaments than the two of you combined

You and Rhys happily hand them over to your baby girl who loves each and every one of them

When it’s time for the Star Rhys puts Isla on his shoulders and you hand it to her

Sometimes you send Rhys and Isla out for new decor and baking stuff or for small gifts for friends and family throughout the month

Rhys bought a santa hat for him and an elf hat for her for running errands

She always giggles when Rhys puts the hat on her head and says, “let’s go little elf! Mrs. Clause needs stuff to make Christmas happen.”

Making gingerbread houses is the second most important tradition after decorating the tree

Isla loves sticking any and all candy she can on hers while you and Rhys compete to see who can make the better house

Decorating sugar cookies for Santa is another family favorite

“Not too much frosting, Santa doesn’t like them too sweet.” You roll your eyes at him since he’s doing this for his own good

You like baking and keeping the house smelling Christmasy all month. You love making sure there’s a Christmas treat for your family everyday

On the weekends you take Isla to do different holiday activities like looking at the lights, ice skating, and her favorite, the Christmas village and seeing Santa

You and Rhys help her write her letter and list (mainly so you guys know what she wants without having to decipher her handwriting)

You and Rhys wrap gifts while Isla is asleep and enjoy a few glasses of wine

The few glasses of wine lead to you two making out under mistletoe that Rhys holds above your head

Movie night on Christmas Eve is always a must. And you guys have matching Christmas PJs. You each pick one movie and you have to watch it. This year Rhys picked the newer version of the Grinch, you picked Home Alone, and Isla picked Beauty and the Beast the Enchanted Christmas (top tier movie go watch it)

When you two tell Isla it’s time for bed she insists on staying up to catch Santa, “No! I need to see him and ask him what he wants for Christmas!” “That’s very nice of you sweetie, but santa has so many houses to get to. Maybe when you’re older.”

She begrudgingly lets you and Rhys tuck her in

The next morning when she comes down stairs the look on her face is priceless! Rhys hugs you at the sight of your daughters excitement

“Merry Christmas, darling.” He whispers as Isla starts picking out gifts to open. “Merry Christmas my love.”

[tedwardremus]

What kind of dates do you think Harry and Ginny go on? I think they are super fun-loving thrill seekers. Harry was denied so many happy experiences when he was younger and I bet Ginny fantasized about all the things she would do when she was older and had money and finally some freedom. So, I think they are super fun and they travel a lot. Basically act like two big kids even when they are 35 or 45. They do things like order every dessert item on a restaurant's menu. They do dumb challenges like try every cereal and rank them from best to worst. Make a list of every single theme park and all the best rides and try to experience every single one (they def took Teddy to Disney World and paid for the VIP treatment so he could eat with Mickey Mouse). They do bucket list things like spend Christmas in NYC (Harry loves it because the muggles are distant and rude and that's totally his vibe) and spend New Years on Sydney Harbour watching the fireworks on the beach (one of Ginny's fave ever memories). When the kids have birthdays they are the aunt and uncle that rent the bouncy castle and water slide and rent a fckn pony for the kids to ride. They are FUN. For Christmas they do a build the nicest gingerbread house challenge with the kids and its super competitive. One time Ginny shows up at Hogwarts and says there is an emergency and the kids need to go with her and they are like wtf and then they meet Harry in Hogsmeade and take a portkey to Coney Island (Hermione is so furious and yells at H/G over this because it's SO childish and irresponsible - Ron is like please don't tell her I went with you she thought I was at work).

It was a difficult undertaking to plan a date night when your boyfriend happened to be the most famous wizard in the entire world. Everywhere they went, the press was sure to follow. And if not the press, then someone would try to tell Harry how amazing he was and ask for an autograph. Either way, if they spent too long in public, Harry would get spotted, and his mood would turn sour.

There was always the Leaky Cauldron—Hannah would ensure they had a private booth. But the Leaky was crowded and noisy and they spend so much time hanging out with friends there it didn't really feel like a date night location.

There were always weekend getaways to Romania to the Dragon Reserve to see Charlie or France with Bill and Fleur. But family trips, while fun, were not romantic.

They'd head out to Muggle London, go to the zoo, and once Harry took her to the movies. But if she was honest, Ginny didn’t understand the hype and much preferred reading her books or listening to stories on the wireless.

Or they’d go out with Hermione and Ron, but again—a date that included brothers was automatically not romantic.

Then there was coordinating their busy schedules. When Ginny didn’t have a game, she was usually training, and now that she was on the national team as well as the Harpies, her schedule was even more hectic.

Harry, of course, was busy not just with Auror training but also various committees to reform the Ministry. He always did his best to spend a day or two a week with Teddy—even if it was just a quick mealtime hello.

That’s why their best dates tended to be quiet ones at home. Just the two of them in the safe sanctuary they had built together. Away from public eyes, dark magic, and intrusive press. They’d play music records—a mix of wizard and Muggle music. Do silly dances while they cooked. Sometimes dinner turned out well, and sometimes they ended up walking to the nearby village to get takeaway when it turned into a disaster. But they had been living together for a couple of years, and Ginny was confident that their cooking was improving.

They’d share a bottle of wine and start a fire. Afterwards, Harry would look at her and ask if she wanted to fly.

She always said yes.

And in the cover of darkness, they’d fly. And they’d be free. It was wonderful—to reach out and touch the stars and have the love of your life hold your hand in return.

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

how does our team celebrate Christmas?

penelope: the whole goddamn shabang. she goes caroling, she bakes gingerbread and then builds her own gingerbread house, complete with people and a little gingerbread cat. she goes overboard with the decorations.

hotch: uses his time off and the Christmas season to do as many activities as he can with Jack. they go ice skating, watch Christmas movies, Christmas shopping, they go and see santa and watch parades. they visit haleys grave. he spends Christmas morning with Jack and then drops him with haleys parents for Christmas Dinner, making his way to rossis for adult Christmas which he's always a little sad about even though he has fun.

rossi: buys everyone really expensive gifts. hosts Christmas Dinner- doesn't cook, though. hires catering staff, whom he also buys expensive presents for (usually wine)

emily: takes pride in being the drunkest across the holiday season. Christmas eve, Christmas day, new years eve, new years day and every day in between. also buys everyone really expensive gifts. two years into working at the bau penelope finds out Emily doesn't put a tree up - something to do with her childhood hm - and buys her one, forcing the whole team round to Emily's apartment to decorate. it becomes a tradition.

morgan: decorates his house TO THE NINES in the weeks leading up to Christmas only for the lights to go dark over Christmas eve and Christmas day because he's in Chicago with his family. comes back to Virginia and spends new year with the team though.

reid: also misses out on Christmas day with the team because he spends it with his mom (once he moves Diana to Virginia, there are two extra seats at rossis table) spends new years with the team though, same as Morgan. penelope puts his tree up for him - he always claims he's too busy, and he pretends to be a little annoyed but really he's grateful. she doesn't make the team help with his because she knows how he values his space.

jj: santa, stockings and last minute holiday shopping. jj is The Worst - she's always roped one or more of them into Christmas eve shopping with her because she's not had the time. jj, will and the boys alternate spending Christmas with the team and with jjs family. they have Christmas morning at home, let the boys open gifts, then they go for a big family walk after breakfast and head either across the border or to the Rossi mansion for a feast.

[tired-biscuit]

since christmas is approaching, can i request how spending the holidays with our fav boy naruto uzumaki would be like?🥹🍥

ofc!! this was so cute to write, i love him <3

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: naruto uzumaki/fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none. festive nart is extremely wholesome!! // modern AU.

loves spending the holidays with you and your entire family because he couldn’t do it as a child.

not only do your parents love him and thus get him loads of presents to show the love; even your goddamn grandparents spoil him rotten to the core.

if you have a place of your own, say goodbye to a neat christmas tree and stylish decor. this man makes an absolute mess out of your home with all the clashing colours and discoordinated trinkets that he never ceases to order online.

drinks loads of hot chocolate and puts a rather concerning amount of marshmallows in it (i think he’d be a sucker for the pumpkin spice one especially, even if it’s considered a fall drink instead of a winter one.)

matching ugly christmas sweaters are a must (but his lights up because he needs to steal the show, of course.)

gets so drunk with champagne at the holiday party that he becomes besties with your uncle and refuses to leave his side when you tell him it’s time to go home.

adores wearing colourful mittens and knit hats with pom poms on them.

likes taking you on ice skating and sledding dates.

if you go on evening walks, the chances that he’ll start a snowball fight are extremely high.

looks so freaking adorable when his cheeks and the tip of his nose turn bright red because of the cold.

insists on finding a real christmas tree every year instead of a plastic one.

you decorate it together, of course. 

he also loves buying funny bulbs for the tree and placing random stuff on top of it (you had a lightning mcqueen topper because of him one year.)

surprisingly loves receiving socks as a present (especially ones with funky designs.)

kisses you a lot to warm you up.

adores taking cringey holiday photos with you every year and sending them to all of his friends via mail.

stares at christmas lights with eyes as big and fascinated as a cat’s.

attempts to bake cookies and brownies with you, but gives up halfway in and just sticks to licking the batter off the spoon when you scold him because of the chaos he’s causing in the kitchen.

loves cuddling with you and watching cheesy christmas movies whilst eating said cookies and brownies.

you watch the hallmark ones when you’re both tipsy. you laugh so hard that your bellies start to hurt.

opens presents with the excitement of a little kid, no matter how old he gets.

lives for the homey atmosphere christmas brings to your place.

doesn’t attend midnight mass unless your family goes.

if he does end up going to mass, he’s bumping into your side; poking and prodding you the entire time because he quickly grows bored.

sometimes gets this stare of subtle longing when he sees parents taking their kids into toy stores and having fun.

wakes up bright and early despite that he has the chance to sleep in.

can’t stand ‘all i want for christmas is you’.

builds wonky snowmen with you, and then gets sad when they start to melt.

wraps all your presents in minion wrapping paper because he thinks it’s funny.

is surprisingly a good gift giver.

has frequent sugar rushes that tire you the fuck out as you try to tame them.

prefers warm/colourful christmas lights over the cold-tone ones.

insists on assembling gingerbread houses with you, and then pouts when his looks worse than yours.

loves all the presents he gets, but still loves you the most.

[prettytoxicrevolver]

Winter/Holiday Prompt List

Hi!!! Welcome to my mish mash of a writing prompt list!! 

NONE OF THESE PROMPTS ARE MINE!!! I took my favorites from other lists and compiled them all together. 

PLEASE SPECIFY WHETHER YOU’RE REQUESTING A SCENARIO, A DIALOGUE, OR A SCENARIO WITH PROMPT!!! I had to keep asking people which one for the previous prompt list and some did not get back to me and didn’t get their prompt written :( 

I will say, I have some ideas for full length fics from these prompts so your drabble request may become a full length fic! 

Happy winter and happy holidays y’all! 

Scenarios!! 

Snowed In 

First Christmas together 

Christmas party 

Snowball Fight 

Ice Skating 

New Years Kiss 

Secret Santa 

Gift Giving 

Sledding 

Snow Tubing 

Baking Together 

Matching Pajamas 

Ugly Christmas Sweaters 

Skiing/Snowboarding 

Watching Christmas Movies 

Christmas in New York 

Watching Harry Potter 

Building Gingerbread House 

Playing Board Games  

Building Snowmen 

Snow Angels 

Black Friday Shopping 

Thanksgiving Dinner 

Gift Shopping 

Exchanging Presents 

Traveling during the Holidays 

Decorating for the Holidays 

Watching Hockey 

Watching Football on Thanksgiving 

Big Blankets 

Cuddling during a snowstorm 

Dialogue!!!

“I can never have enough Christmas decorations.” 

“You’re wearing this sweater and you’ll like it!” 

“I can’t believe I’m gonna jump face first into that snowbank.” / “You don’t have to. You could choose not to.” / “No, I’m gonna.”

“I need more lights.” 

“All I want for Christmas is you.” / “Don’t quote Mariah Carey at me.” 

“I feel like I’m in a Hallmark. Where’s my generic white guy love interest?” 

“I don’t really care about Christmas, but you do, so just come to this Christmas party with me please.”

“Please open the door. It’s cold out here.” 

“your lips looks cold. want me to warm them up for you?”

“you have snowflakes in your hair.” 

“i know it’s winter, but you don’t have to act so cold!” 

“want to go for a walk and check out all the lights?” 

“how are you wearing shorts in this weather?!”

“it’s so cold but you’re so warm.” 

“i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you.” 

“here, you can have my scarf.” 

“want some hot chocolate?” 

“please open the door before i freeze to death.” 

“there’s space for you by the fire, come sit.” 

“wait, is that mistletoe?” 

“you look pretty covered in snow. guess that’s why they’re called snow angels.”

“if you don’t have gloves, you can just hold my hand.” 

“if i slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault.” 

“let’s just stay in and watch the snow” 

“i’m cold, can we cuddle?” 

“i’ll be home for christmas, i promise.” 

“i’ll be your date for that christmas party if you don’t have one yet.” 

“the holidays aren’t so bad with you around” 

“you’re who i want to kiss at midnight on new year’s eve.” 

“isn’t it a little cliche to get engaged on christmas?” 

"My heating isn't working and I have nowhere to go." / "Oh, and you really think it's a realistic option that I let you crash at my place?!"

"YOU want to spend the holidays with ME??" / "Now that you say it, it really does sound weird."

“i don’t want to spend the holidays with my family.” 

“i can’t wrap presents.” 

“Come on, let’s get out of this party and spend New Years at mine.” 

“So…have you decided on who will be your new years kiss yet?” 

“Do you have a new year’s resolution?” 

“I wanted to confess to you before midnight to prove to myself that i’m not a wimp.” 

“Let me buy you a drink.” 

“You didn’t think I would let you go alone, did you?” 

“I need you to act like my boyfriend at this reunion so my family will leave me alone.” 

Scenarios with a plot!!! 

I’m recruiting you to help me terrorize your friend because they pelted me with snowballs at the park the other day

We’re in a meeting that I should be paying attention to, but I’m making paper snowflakes instead and you glare at me every time you hear my scissors

I’m trying to buy a last minute gift for a friend, but they’re impossible to shop for, so your little shop is my last hope

This is your first winter with lots of snow and you’ve never made a snowman before, so we’re making one; no arguments

I’m shopping for Christmas decorations with my friend, but neither of us can reach the top shelf, so they asked you for help and now I’m nervous because you’re really cute

I didn’t know you would be at my house talking to my roommate, so I came dancing down the stairs singing Christmas songs and now I’m embarrassed because you joined me in Last Christmas

I was in the middle of a nice dream, but your screaming over the first snow woke me up and now I’m grumpy

I read our kid a book about the things snowmen do at night and now we’re taking a walk at two in the morning to show them the actual snowmen don’t do anything

I brought you hot chocolate without asking and you seem really flustered by it because you didn’t think I’d remember that you like hot chocolate a lot

I moved in next door a few months ago and had no idea how enthusiastic you are about Christmas, but I mentioned I hadn’t decorated, so now you’re knocking on my door with a box full of decorations and are begging me to let you decorate

We’re snowed in at a little airport and we both just want to be alone, so we decide to sit together to keep everyone else away because there are some very determined carolers wandering around and employees who keep trying to check on us

[bravevolunteer]

winter/christmas related hcs dump !

young michael on snow days? MENACE. he's causing chaos he's throwing projectile snowballs and no one is safe. yes he did just... startle liz and evan on purpose with it, but he didn't hesitate to get into a proper snowball fight

so sorry but he IS a cheesy terrible christmas movie enjoyer. he canonically watches a terrible vampire soap opera, he's GOING to be watching the worst holiday movies you've ever seen. good luck getting him to admit to enjoying them, at least... until it's one of the only traditions he DOES keep, then he says he likes the predictability of them.

michael's opinion on most christmas music ranges from neutral-negative, but his favorite is last christmas. he's gay, watches cheesy soap operas, and it released in 1984, he's decided this one hits

the aftons used to decorate the tree together... and it was SO dysfunctional— the kids were arguing constantly, william was micromanaging the entire thing, michael rolling his eyes, multiple shattered ornaments, the tree had to have fallen over at least once. despite this, it's the kind of memory he looks back on with nostalgia even knowing things were far from as perfect as they pretended.

with that said, cursed fazbear ornaments.

michael is so bad at ice skating. so humiliatingly bad. he thinks he's going to do fine EVERY time and then falls on his ass within the first minute

type of kid to nurse a candy cane until it's a spike and poke his siblings with it

the aftons celebrate secularly ( up to interpretation, however i don't view the kids as being raised overly religious... we all know william's got some shit going on ), however they MIGHT be the family that goes to church once a year on christmas eve. to keep up a reputation. i can see it. and it would be an Absolute Fucking Disaster

imagine the aftons making gingerbread houses. just imagine the chaos. Yeah. once again william is micromanaging everything ( "this is ridiculous," he says, mid-building a gingerbread recreation of fredbear's family diner down to every last intricate detail ), elizabeth is just trying to make it look nice, michael's looks like a WARZONE, evan's has fallen apart for the fifth time now. they're all arguing over the icing and candy.

instead of a mall santa photo they have an extremely cursed photo with william and henry in the spring bonnie and fredbear suit wearing santa hats and beards

the house and diner were decorated every year.... this, of course, began to fade in the house ( decorations outlasting other traditions, putting them up to still give the appearance of normality while celebrating became dimmed to nonexistent ) until, after elizabeth's death, they just stopped going up entirely.

on michael and gift giving.... he's really not one for big grand gestures, but his gifts do show that he listens. he doesn't usually think they're much, figures he isn't very good at it, but they're always something that he knows the other person would genuinely like, he cares!

this is more referring to the corporation than the early days, but fazbear christmas album is so real to me. just... so many terrible parodies. there's multiple installments there IS one for the glamrocks. michael is sick of it

michael and . warm cozy sweater. That's It.

Fazbear Patented Mistletoe Garland (tm). in the home. thanks @comfrtcrowd

christmas in the afton household, while holidays were relatively normal in the years leading up to 1983... often highlighted a dissonance between the celebration and the growing dysfunction. the kids got whatever they asked for, they had more than enough, but material possessions don't automatically hold real emotional weight. to michael, while william's attention consisted of basic needs and whatever item he gave him on a list, sometimes it only seemed to make the emotional neglect and favoritism clearer.

following 1983... the holidays deteriorated significantly. a lot of celebrations vanished and the little that they attempted to keep alive rang hollow. putting decorations up only stood as a reminder that nothing was the same. having dinner together was grief-ridden and cold, tense at best and confrontational to explosive at worst. michael didn't ask for anything, never felt as if he deserved to celebrate after ruining his family. by the year of elizabeth's death, every attempt stopped entirely. with just michael and his father, the house felt hauntingly empty... and lonely.

when michael moves out ( both the few years before SL & when he's scooped ), it remains a time of year that tends to emphasize his loneliness. in zombie isolation, he made a few small attempts as the years passed: a little bit of shitty decor in his apartment, he watches a LOT of movies. some years, he visits liz and evan's graves, though that only results in more hopelessness more often than not

scooped michael? IMMUNE to the cold. to temperature in general ( aside from extreme heat ), he still likes winter more because of the excuse to wear more layers without getting stares

he WILL be spiking hot chocolate and/or eggnog. absolutely snuck off to do exactly this during whatever attempts to celebrate were made when he was a teenager. it's the only way he will be drinking eggnog.

@braveburned already posted about it but i'm reiterating that michael and gregory have the SHITTIEST tiny christmas tree. the lights are a fire hazard, it has a paper star, glamrock ornament, it's so ugly. michael is amused by it

ultimately, the only thing that will really get him to celebrate after the tragedies is... being around other people. he's so used to the holiday season becoming a representation of loneliness, grief, and resentment, that the only thing that can really pull him from that is found connections...

[hiyoriddle]

holiday clichés

content: christmas fluff

pairing: ibara saegusa x gn!reader

word count: 500+

a/n: merry christmas!! of course as the local ibara stan i had to make something for the holidays. his voice line really inspired me! and this is not proofread, my motto is yolo for a reason

you and your boyfriend walk around the town square after eating dinner. the holidays gave you both a clear schedule for a few days, so ibara decided it would be best to spend it with you. he planned all sorts of activities to do, yesterday you made a gingerbread house together.

now, he stayed beside you while you looked around. there were plenty of children with their families, decorations filled houses and buildings, not to mention how bright it was due to the christmas lights… especially the ones from the huge christmas tree at the center.

“it’s really pretty.” you said.

“it is.” ibara takes your hand. “your hands are really cold.”

“really?” you asked. you didn’t even realize, but once he mentioned it, you could practically feel them freezing.

fuck. you forgot your gloves at home.

“ah~ you’re so forgetful.” he teased. “don’t worry, i’ll warm them up for you.”

he holds your other hand and smiles. it’s definitely warmer now, but it’s still not enough. “you aren’t wearing yours either.” you pointed out.

ibara chuckles. “you’re right. though it should be fine if we stay like this.”

you lean your head on his chest. he flinches, making you giggle. “yeah… but i have a better idea.”

you dragged yourselves back home and you told him to wait in the living room while you made hot chocolate. once you were finished, you gave him his cup and sat next to him on the sofa, head resting on his shoulder.

“how cliché. should we watch poorly made christmas movies to set the mood?” he joked.

you laughed but you weren’t entirely opposed to the idea. you did a lot already, so it would be best to relax for the night, just the two of you. you grabbed the remote to turn the tv on and browsed for the “poorly made christmas movies” ibara mentioned.

“oh you really are doing it.” he brought the cup to his lips to drink his hot chocolate. “i’m not complaining though, as long as i get to hold you in my arms.”

your cheeks heat up from the comment and you throw a pillow at him. “since when did you act like this…”

with the remote in your hand and a mug in the other, you watched trailers and read summaries of the movies until you both decided on what to watch first. and just as ibara said, you ended up snuggled comfortably against his chest with his arms wrapped around you halfway through it.

about four movies in, you started to feel tired. you wanted to get up, but your current position is too cozy. you stopped debating with yourself and just let the drowsiness take over, you close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

ibara was still awake. he turned the tv off and wrapped a blanket around the both of you before placing a kiss on your cheek and sleeping as well. he could carry you to the bed, but he can do that later. let him savor this moment for a while longer.

by the way, ibara actually brought your gloves with him. he didn’t tell you because he only wanted an excuse to hold your hands.

[lovergirl-san]

The perfect gift || Shoto Todoroki x reader ||

Hello! I just wanted to say this is my first post on tumblr so sorry if it's bad!..

warnings: Language, mentions of smut, and mentions of pregnancy.not really a warning but this takes place 10 days before Christmas!

Reader: Female

Genre: Fluff

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It was that time of year again. the time of year when the air around you smells like gingerbread and sugar cookies, the time of year where you have to make hot chocolate and wear big coats to say warm. The time of year that you spend with your family and everyone has that holiday fever rushing through their lungs!

Winter was always one of your favorite times of the year (sorry if it's not) because you got to do all sorts of fun things! Like decorating your Christmas tree or baking cookies and building a gingerbread house, Oh oh! and my personal favorite sitting in front of the fireplace with a big cup of hot chocolate (with marshmallows ofc) wrapped in warm fuzzy blankets while binge-watching Christmas movies with you s/o.

But this year you and your boyfriend (Shoto Todoroki) Have been so busy with all of your hero work you realized you haven't had time to do anything those fun Christmasy things!..."Hey sho?" you were in the living room watching some new show on Netflix and shoto was really interested in it, he was honestly not paying attention to anything around him until he heard you say something. "huh, Oh uh what's up babe?" you chuckle at his sudden snap back into reality "How come we haven't done any holiday activities?" he gave you a confused expression. "Holiday activities, what do you mean?". "you know like Decorating for Christmas and baking cookies and gingerbread houses and stuff like that...I mean Christmas is 10 days away and our house is still covered in Halloween decor"

Shoto never really thought you'd like to do those things, Like when December first arrived he thought you'd be asking to buy stuff for the house but when a few weeks of december went by and you didn't say anything about it he just thought you weren't a Christmas typa gal, this did kinda hurt him tho because he was looking forward to spending and doing Christmas things with you, he even had the perfect gift planned for you 5 months before Christmas even came round' , so when you mentioned this he was excited!

"Oh...I didn't think you liked Christmas, but since you said something, we still have a few days to decorate and get things set up for Christmas, common we can go buy decorations and a tree now, then tomorrow we bake cookies and do gingerbread houses, then after that, we can continue to do anything Christmas related you want now go get dressed hurry!" You could tell he was excited he was talking fast and basically jumping for joy, you were excited as well so you got up and got dressed. the two of you had some Christmas chores to do.

The two of you went to one of those places that sold real Christmas trees (Virginia Pine tree) Because he insisted on having a real one instead of the fake ones. You then went to IKEA to get some ornaments and lights for the tree (and other house decor as well), the ornaments were mainly white or clear and the lights were an orange type of color. you two also went and got lots of hot chocolate and matching PJs. you bought gingerbread houses to build and different cookies.

When you got home you instantly took down the Halloween decor and put up the Christmas stuff the tree was Huge and very beautiful. "It Looks great babe," shoto says while standing next to you with his arm around your shoulder. "thanks," you say with the biggest smile ever, you were proud of yourself for decorating and doing such a great job. (shoto did most of the work because you're too short and scared to use a ladder)

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Time skip:2 days before Christmas

Shoto was at the bar with some friends (Bakugou, Kiri, Deku, Sero, and Denki) and he was discussing his gift for you with them. "idk guys what if she doesn't like it?" "Oh, c'mon man don't think like that she's gonna love it! if I were her I'd love it...That thing looks expensive" Shoto looked at the gift with sad eyes he thought you weren't gonna like it (he really thought you were going to decline his gift because it was something that would be pushing your relationship in a big direction iykyk) "I mean if she doesn't like it you can always just dick her down always works with me and my girl" everyone laughs and gives denki an eye roll for being a perv "That's you and your girl, not everyone here fuck like rabbits."

Meanwhile at your place

"Girls (Mina, Ochaco, Momo, and Tsui) Idk if he's gonna like it...I mean what if he hates it?... WHAT IF HE LEAVES ME? you know I'm not gonna give it to him it's dumb anyways I should just buy him a dog or a car" the girls are trying to calm you down and convince you your gift was great and shoto wasn't gonna leave you and that the gift would bring you two closer and make each other love one another more! "Y/n I promise he's gonna love it I mean look at us WE LOVE THE GIFT OFC HE WILL!!" you give a doubtful look "you sure..?" "Very"

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Time skip:Christmas day

Shoto was scared...He was realll scared but you?? practically pissing your pants.. what was he gonna think? what was he gonna say? what was his family gonna think about your gift? what were your family gonna think about your gift also? you could die...It was almost time to show your gifts everyone was excited since you both requested to save your gifts for last, and everyone was at your house your friends, family shotos family too and god were you scared...then the time came...

"OK so shoto..and everyone idk how you're gonna react to this but um...I'm pregnant.." SHIT, IT FELT GOOD TO GET THAT OFF YOUR CHEST. everyone looked at you then each other then back at you...you were scared what did this mean? and enji shit he looked mad some time passed by the silence was SO FUCKING LOUD then everyone burst out into tears (Shotos and your mom-"I'm gonna be a grandma AHH!!!") everyone was excited and shoto god don't get me started on him this man's heart is pounding so hard his face is red and he's bawling he's so excited to be a dad he can finally be better than his father was and he was so fucking happy, but now it's time for his gift to you~

"OK, y/n... you just gave us all the best gift anyone could give but um..." this man gets down on his knee and pulls out the biggest, fattest, shiny diamond ring you can think of. you thought you were gonna piss yourself before? child. you're ready to give birth 8 months early at this point. "shoto oh my god" your so happy you're crying. and mina this girl needs like 10 boxes of tissues the way she crying AND YOU AND SHOTOS MOMS ARE BAWLING BRO enjis smiling like an idiot so proud of his son and his friends are so proud of him too. "Y/n L/n, I met you only a year ago and I know this might be super soon to do this, and I understand if you're not ready but you coming into my life has truly made me the happiest I could ever be, all those corny jokes, the skin care routines you force me to do, the nonstop singing you do, stealing my clothes and never giving them back, I wanna experience that for the rest of my life but with you and no one else, so will you make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife?" (shotos mom - "YES"... "oh shi- sorry"

In your head you're screaming doing back flips and bouncing off the walls screaming "YES YES YES" but in reality you're stuck, you're so shocked and never would have thought this sweet sweet boy would wanna live out the rest of his life with you of all people. you just stand there, hands over your mouth staring at your handsome boy not knowing what to say. I'd say about 1 minute goes by before shoto says something because he was scared. After all, you haven't said anything. in his mind he was CRYING. why haven't you said yes yet?? do you not love him anymore? did you ever even love him? everyone else is also scared because anyone would have said yes by now but you're just staring at him...

"y/n...You ok?.. you know you don't have to say ye-" you finally snap out of it "YES YES YES YES SHOTO YES I'LL MARRY YOU" and the crowd goes wild. everyone is so happy right now! first, they find out they're gonna be aunts, uncles,(that's what the baby is gonna call you guys friends) grandmas, and grandpas, then their favorite couple is getting married. what more could they ask for? Everyone is happy and can't wait for this new being to enter the world and also can't wait to attend the biggest wedding yet.

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OK that was a long but i hope you enjoyed! sorry if it's bad im not used to writing i just got bored and wanted to try lol thanks for reading tho Bye!

[babyonboardfloyd]

christmas with robert “bob” floyd headcanons<3

bob spends months brainstorming the perfect gift, it’s something simple, like a nice piece of jewelry, but he finds something that matches who you are perfectly

he is a sucker for christmas movies, he’d watch home alone literally everyday if he could. every night in december, he picks out a movie to watch while you make each of you a mug of hot cocoa. he for sure ends up falling asleep cuddled up next to you on the couch

robby is TERRIBLE at building gingerbread houses. it frustrates him to no end, being quick and nimble with his hands is literally his job, but the man cannot get pieces of gingerbread to stand up to save his life

and don’t get me started in the decorating. the gingerbread houses you two make look like they were made by toddlers, but you made them together, and love them anyways

bob floyd is not built for the cold. this man is bundled up as much as possible, and is still whining like a baby that he’s freezing. if you two do anything involving the outdoors, he’ll end up with the sniffles and want you to nurse him back to health

he’s the one who brings up the idea of matching christmas pjs, he yearns for domesticity, and matching couples pjs just screams married couple to him

he loves buying gifts for your family, he fits right in with them and he loves to show them how much he loves you all with little thoughtful gifts

after christmas eve dinner, you and robby are in the kitchen on clean up duty with soft music playing in the background. he’ll wrap his arms around your waste and sway to the carols playing

christmas day is spent with cuddles and lots of hot cocoa, and of course watching as many christmas movies as you can in the day

anyways i’m so soft for this man, need him desperately

merry christmas my loves<3

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Skid Row Christmas 2022

 Week 3 is about Skid Row. I tried to write some stories here too :)

Sebastian Bach: Reindeer

“So how do I look?” Sebastian asked.

You turned around only to laugh at what you were seeing : Sebastian was wearing a reindeer costume, with horns and all.

“Why are you a reindeer?” You were puzzled.

“For the christmas party, duh!” He said, too casually to be sarcastic

“Since when Rudolf is part of a party dress code? You kept chuckling.

To be fair it wasn’t a big deal, it was a friend party so no paparazzi yet the idea of drawing everybody’s attention scared you.

“I’m sure the other people will love it!”

“Do you want a red nose, too?”

Without hesitating Sebastian grabbed you and spun you around, earing some high pitched screams from you.

“You better behave, or Rudolf will tell Santa you’ve been naughty!”

Rachel Bolan : Gingerbread house

"Do we need all this candies for the house?” Rachel said, examing a bag of Skittles.

You were surprised when he proposed you to build a gingerbread house, it was a family tradition for you but you never forced upon him, being totally okay to decorate the house by yourself. However this year was different.

“You don’t have to use them all, but I like to have mutiple options, you know. Cookies, skittles, peppermint candies. The more coloreful it is, the better!” You explained.

“What if I want to do a spooky gingerbread house?” He asked.

“Okay, Mr Halloween, go for it then. You will need some food paint and I’d suggest you put dark chocolate as the ground.

Rachel nodded and gathered all the ingredients. You two stayed silent but it was an enjoyable silence, you were focused on your tasks and you couldn’t help but smile seeing Rachel so invested.

“I think I’m done!” You announced, a while after. 

“ Same here.” Rachel replied.

You were happy with your result and absolutely thrilled to notice how good Rachel had been for his first time.

“I like how you put the colors in yours! It looks like it’s from a movie!”

You didn’t resist the tempation to kiss him.

“I love yours too, it’s truly the spookiest halloween house made of gingerbread.”

Scotti Hill: Christmas Lights

“Ehm, Scotti... don’t you think maybe you went a little overboard with the christmas lights?” You said.

Your christmas tree was covered in the usual multicolored lights ( even if they weren’t on so you couldn’t tell for sure), however a new set of snoflakes shaped lights was hanging on the ceiling. Pretty normal, no? Well added to the ones you saw on the door, on the roof and in your drive when you came home, it was a show.

“What? No! I can finally afford to buy as many lights as I want, this house has to look like you walked straight into the sun!” He replied.

“Okay, Mr. Electrician. Did you leave some of the fun?”

“Sure, the tree needs another string of lights. You can put those and then turn it up.”

You did as he said, anticipation running through your veins once you got to see all the colors popping up. You loved christmas lights, they reminded you of evening spent on the living room floor with your family, watching movies and drinking hot chocolate.

“Scott, it’s amazing! I love it!”

You felt two big arms hugging your from behind, as you could only imagine his confident smile, as you boosted his ego.

“I’m glad, because I was convinced it could explode once you plugged in.” He admitted with a laugh.

Snake Sabo : Christmas Presents

“Next one says Aunt Joelle” Snake said, reading from his list.

You nodded, choosing from a big box next to a beautiful cristal snowball. Wrapping presents had always been your favorite activity to do during Christmas time, sometimes you even experimented with the wrapping shape to fool your friends.

“Can you keep strumming your guitar? I really liked that melody you came up with.” You asked him.

Snake was more than happy to grant your wish. He asked you if you needed any help, but you prefered to do it by yourself while having him be your music background and reader.

“And done. I put it in a bubble wrapped and then in another bag, I hope it holds up until christmas dinner. So how’s next?” You lifted the package to show Snake.

“My band. You have to grab the leather jacket for Rachel, the drumsticks for Rob, the hat for Scotti  and the bag of coke for Seb.”

“ THE WHAT?!” You asked worried.

“ I was kidding, the Kiss action figure is for Sebastian.”

You balled up some paper and threw it to him.

“Don’t mess with me!” You pouted, earning a soft kiss on your lips by Snake.

“Can you wrap them in totally different shapes so they will be confused?” He asked you.

“You know I love to do that!” You said with a smirk.

Rob Affuso : Christmas cookies

You came back home with your hands filled with two bags. Rob immediately took interest in that.

“What’s in those?”

“Christmas cookies from my parents’ shop!” You replied happily.

“Oh sweet!”

“But they have a twist...” You teased.

“Is it a good one or a bad one? I don’t want to eat cookies filled with tuna or something.” He wrinkled his nose.

“Nope, they are plain, which means we can decorate them!”

Rob’s eyes lit up of joy, he confessed to you how much he would do that with his family when he was younger. You smiled back and empied the bags : different containers of gingerbread man cookies, red velvet, santa, candy cane, tree and other cookies shape covered your countertop.

“They also gave me royal icing and food coloring. This was all product about to expire so we are recycling! Where do you want to start?” You explained.

“I want to do the gingerbread men. I’ll create some five Skid Bread !” He chuckled and you couldn’t wait to see the result.

You picked a miscellaneous shapes, feeling inspired to experiment and variate as much as possible. You were quite the artistic person and so was Rob, which meant this task entertained you for a while.

“Ta da! Look at my Skid Bread.” He showed you five gingerbread men, all of them had a distinctive feature of Seb, Rachel, Snake,Scotti and himself.

“You should give those to the guys, I bet they would love it!” You encouraged him.

“I also made this.” He took out a red cookie heart, the words “ I love you” written in icing.

“Aww babe we should eat it together!” You proposed. In true Lady and the Tramp fashion, you eat the cookie from both sides, until you got to kiss one another.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“ I love you too.”

[thronesforkings]

Winter Prompts [NOT MINE]

Hi there! With Winter now being among us ( ඞ ) I thought this would be a nice themed list! I have copy pasted this list into a new post so I can link the fics to the prompts!

Here is the OP: @rowaelinprompts​

ACTIVITIES

First snowfall

Building snow people or sculptures

Snow angels

Shoveling snow

Snow down the back of the neck

Sledding

Dog sledding/husky sledding

Skiing

Ice skating

Catching snowflakes on your tongue

Taking pictures in the snow

Sleigh ride

Bobsledding

Mistletoe

Writing letters to Santa--with or without kids involved

Building a gingerbread house

Secret Santa or other gift exchange

White Elephant gift exchange

Giving gifts

Receiving gifts

Family heirloom given as a holiday gift

The Nutcracker--watching or performing

Singing Christmas carols

Cooking holiday foods we only make this time of year

White Christmas (or insert any holiday)

Hot drinks on a cold day

Snuggling by the fireplace

Watching cliché winter movies together

SITUATIONS

A holiday disaster

First family Christmas/other holiday

Tongue got stuck to a metal pole

The first snowfall always brings back the memory of...

Getting snowed in

We're stuck together in this cabin until the storm passes

We broke up but we're still going on this trip because money is money

We broke up and I'm asking someone else to go home with me for the holidays because I know my ex will be there with someone

Fake dating for the holidays because [ex] will be there

Our friends set us up under the mistletoe

Having a drinking game at a party

My family invited an old friend for the holidays and they're my first love

I hate singing carols but I will sing for you

You gifted me a family heirloom

My family invited someone I hate for the holidays

Accidentally slipping on ice and pulling the other down

Holidays in the hospital

You were coming home to me for the holidays, but...

Dreaming of the perfect Christmas/other holiday

I wrote you a Christmas card 15 years ago confessing my feelings. Now it's time to send it.

Making it "snow" in a tropical country because you're from a place where it snows every winter

My flight was canceled and I went home to find my ex cheating on me, so now I'm at this pub

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

"I'll be home for Christmas, no matter what."

"You're the only gift I want to unwrap."

"I know who has a full stocking..."

"Skip Santa, we're both on the naughty list anyway."

"Look! A snowflake!"

"It's going to snow this year, I know it!"

"There's nothing to do!" // "Oh, really?"

"It's tradition!"

"Put your boots on!" // "I don't need boots!" // "There's two feet of snow!" // "My shoes are waterproof!" (actual words overheard at my college)

"Who needs a sleigh when I can just ride you?"

"Someone spiked the eggnog!"

"You gave me WHAT?!" / "They gave you WHAT?!"

"Happy holidays, baby."

"I'm not drunk!" // "Oh yeah? Then why are your eyes crossed?"

"Turn on the heat." // "Oh, I will." // "No, I literally mean the heat! It's like ten degrees in here!"

"Have you been on the nice list this year?"

"I know what you're getting for Christmas..."

"It's just a wish, I know wishes don't come true." // "Who told you that?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You hate Christmas."

[winchester-girl67]

Christmas Alone With You (Part 3) - Christmas Movie Marathon

Summary: Mary and the reader take an impromptu trip to the store for baking supplies and Dean's not exactly thrilled when he finds out. She takes off when Dean does the very thing he said he wouldn't and with a frostbite warning in effect, Dean sets out to find her before it's too late.

Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x Photographer!reader

Square: Christmas Movie Marathon @spnchristmasbingo

Word Count: 4,240

Warnings: sooo much angst, anxiety, language, angry!Dean, injured reader (exposure to freezing conditions), scary situation, mentions of death/financial struggles, pregnancy (not reader), pining, slow burn, a little fluff

A/N: Series written for @spnchristmasbingo. Beware this part is pretty angsty.

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Three days passed by and things were good between you and Dean again. You cleared the air from the other day, though neither of you went into detail or opened up more than you had to, so there was still a little distance between you two.

For the most part, you tried to keep your head down, tried to keep the status quo for Dean and Mary's sake. And everyday, Dean would try to involve you in his family's activities. Dinners, conversations, inside jokes; he wanted you to feel at home with them and it was working. You were slowly melting and tearing down your walls. It was like the harder Dean tried with you and the nicer he was to you, the shittier you felt for keeping him at arm's length.

You started spending more and more time with him and Mary and even Jess. The two of you became so close that you even opened up to her about your past a little, which was something that you didn't typically do and she promised to keep it to herself. You didn't want to be anyone's charity case.

Jess shared some stories about the old traditions Dean and Sam used to do as children. Some of them actually sounded kind of fun, like building a gingerbread house. You thought it might be a nice surprise to bring it back into the mix with Mary and you wanted to show that you could make an effort back.

The only trouble was, the ingredients weren't in the cupboard and you were busy watching Mary for a couple of hours while Dean brought Jess to her doctor's appointment for a check up. He offered since you guys had been on the morning shift at Santa's Village and Sam had to run into work for a bit. He didn't want Jess going alone since she wasn't really up for driving right now with how swollen her feet and ankles were. So, you were stuck babysitting for the time being.

That's when you remembered you still had the extra car seat that Dean had installed in your car when you went to get beavertails one day after work. You could just take Mary with you.

To be sure, you decided to call Dean and ask if it would be alright to take Mary with you on a run to the grocery store. You would probably be back before they were anyways and you were a safe driver, though you still wanted to check with him. But there was no answer when you called.

When you couldn't get a hold of him, you decided he would be fine with it when he saw what you'd gotten. They were probably in with the doctor already and couldn't answer the phone; but just in case, you called him up again and left a message, then scribbled a note and left it on the fridge.

The trip to the store took a little longer than you had expected. The lineups alone, so close to Christmas were a nightmare, but all in all it was a success and you were excited to share a tradition with Dean and his family.

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"I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Please, stop yelling at me! I-I t-tried to call, b-but it went straight to voicemail and-" you stuttered, Dean cutting you off for the umpteenth time. You had only gotten in about five minutes after him and Jess.

"I don't give a shit, Y/N! I got home and you weren't here, I had no idea where you or my kid were. You can't do that, especially when you're not family and especially when you're just the roommate!" He growled, his jaw was clenched and his muscles taut. You would've been scared if you didn't know him; hell, you did and you still were.

His comment hurt, physically hurt. You knew you weren't family, but you at least had felt like you were becoming friends over the past couple of days. He even treated you like you were more than that. How did things go so bad so fast? You were trying to do something nice and now you felt like the bad guy. And the worst part was that he wasn't entirely wrong.

Maybe you were the only one feeling those heated touches and noticing those lingering glances after all. Yup, you were the one who was about to get hurt. Again. How did you not run away when you had the chance, you always knew where this would lead and how it would end. Alone on Christmas eve, probably at a bar, possibly in an equally as lonely stranger's bed, sneaking out in the early morning while they pretended to sleep.

"I left you a v-voicemail and a n-note o-on the f-fridge..." you sobbed outright, "I-I just w-wanted-"

"You mean this-" Dean slammed the note you'd left on the fridge onto the countertop. You jumped at the sound, backing away a step. Dean would never hit you, you knew that, but you couldn't control your body at this point, you were shaking too much. "It's worse than a fucking doctor's note. Next time, leave a cipher too." He joked dryly. "I want you out of my house! I can't trust you."

That was the last straw, you broke down, uncontrollably sobbing as you ran from the room, from Dean. You slammed your bedroom door shut, shoving the few things you had unpacked back into your empty suitcase. Incessantly wiping your teary eyes until they were red and raw, your nose completely stuffed and running too.

"That was harsh, Dean! You can't really think that Y/N would ever do anything to hurt that little girl or yourself! Do you have any idea how hard any of this has been for her?! Trying to be a part of your family like you wanted her to be while trying not to step over any invisible lines. What happened to being patient and giving her space to adjust, huh? She does you a favour and babysits your kid, you even put a carseat in her fucking car, but she's expected not to use it." Jess shouted, swiftly putting Dean in his place. He wouldn't dare interrupt her when she was fuming like she was.

"That was for emergencies-"

"Did you tell her that? 'Cuz if I'm a betting woman, and I am; I'd say you didn't. And beavertails are not an emergency." Jess snapped, she had her hands on her waist, the way her belly jiggled as she gestured angrily would've been funny under other circumstances. "You're projecting your bitch of an Ex onto Y/N and you know damn well she deserves better than that! And you don't trust her?! What exactly did she do wrong, buy gingerbread so you could start a new tradition with your daughter and actually have some fun?!"

"Fuck," Dean hung his head, his eyes red rimmed and teary. "Shit. I really fucked this up, didn't I?"

"Dean, I love you like a brother, but you are a fucking idiot most of the time." Jess sighed, pulling him into a hug and letting him sob into her shoulder. "The one smart thing you ever did was invite that poor girl to live with you, so you better fix this before there's nothing left you can say."

"Jess, I told her I wanted her out of my house. She won't stay now and there's nothing I can say to change that." He sniffled, wiping away a single tear trailing down his cheek.

"Find a way."

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You grabbed another sweater from your suitcase pulling it over the three you already had on. It was below freezing outside and the insulation of your car did barely anything to thwart the cold. You were in such a rush to get out of Dean's house without running into him again that you'd left more than half of your stuff, bringing only an essential suitcase and totally forgetting about your coat, blankets and pillows.

You tucked your arms into the sleeves and rubbed your hands over your chest. It didn't help much, though any sort of warmth was welcoming at this point. Had you not already given Dean the money for rent you might've had enough to afford a motel room for the night; but you did, so you didn't.

You decided that this was the coldest you'd ever been, both physically and emotionally. You laid there curled into a ball, watching your breath as the windows started to fog up. You lost them before you ever really had them.

The shivering had ceased and you felt warm now; your body confusing your skin's familiarity with the cold for warmth. Closing your eyes, you thought about your family and all the Christmases you shared before the accident that took them from you.

For once, only the good memories came to mind and you smiled, watching them rerun behind your eyelids like a film screening just for you. You snuggled into yourself and watched; that Christmas eve your dog tore apart all the presents, the year your mother made a Tofurky because she heard it was healthier for you, the time you fell through the ice while skating on the pond. You don't remember that being as cold, though it seems like it should've been. Although, back then you got to warm up next to the fireplace at home with a mug of peppermint cocoa and wrapped in your favourite blanket.

You wondered where that blanket was now, you remembered how fluffy it was, your cat always stealing it when she got the chance. You wished you had that blanket now and you smiled as though you did.

Memories kept playing on loop and you welcomed them. It was the first time in a long time you actually let yourself remember without feeling anything other than contentment and joy, despite the chill in your bones and the frozen tear stains on your cheeks. Eventually, you felt your body and mind slowing down, dozing off, hoping for a better tomorrow.

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After talking with Jess, or more like getting lectured by Jess, Dean went up to your room to apologize. He hated himself for making you so upset and the way you ran off broke his heart. You were only trying to do something nice for him and he went off on you, he said things he didn’t even truly believe. He wouldn’t have even objected to you taking Mary to the grocery store had you asked him directly, but he wasn’t around and his phone was off in the doctor’s office, so what did he expect? You were good enough to babysit, but not to take his daughter anywhere. Jess was right, you weren’t his Ex and he put that car seat in your car for a reason, he wanted you to feel like part of the family. So, why was this bothering him now?

Dean expected you to be curled up in bed when he opened the door to your room, instead he found it was empty. Anxiety building in his chest when he noticed your suitcase was missing. He really had chased you off, so much so that you’d left within a matter of minutes and without a word. He hoped you would come back since your boxes were still stacked in the corner, but an hour turned into two, then three and he found himself pacing the floor. Checking out the window every time the headlights of a car passed by.

He knew you didn’t have the money for a motel room and it was the coldest night there had been so far. He palmed his face, checking the weather report on his phone and seeing the red warning for frostbite at the top of the screen. It was near the middle of the night now and he couldn’t wait around anymore, he couldn’t live with himself if something happened to you. His chest felt tight and his breathing was quick and short. He woke up Mary and dropped her next door with Jess.

“Dean, would you calm down for a minute.” Sam said, ducking into the passenger seat of Dean’s car.

Sam tagged along just in case, he could tell his brother hadn’t gotten any sleep and he was worried. He didn't like the idea of Dean searching by himself all night, especially since he looked like a mess. His eyes were red and puffy and he kept fidgeting like his nerves were getting the best of him.

“You didn’t see the look on her face, Sammy. I wouldn’t blame her if she hates me now, but I can’t let anything happen to her. I need to find her.” Dean worried, pulling out onto the road. Sam beginning to think that he should’ve driven to give his brother a break.

“We will and she’ll forgive you, I know it.” Sam reassured his brother. “Jess told me what happened. That wasn’t you, Dean. Wanna tell me what really set you off ‘cuz I doubt it was anything Y/N did.”

“I dunno, man.” Dean sighed, scrubbing a palm over the stubble on his chin. “I was at the doctor’s office with Jess and I guess, it brought things up and I just got thinking...” Sam nodded his head knowingly, the first year of Mary’s life wasn’t the easiest for any of them. “What if she leaves too? I see how Mary looks at her already and she’s only lived with us for a few days. What do you think happens when she finds a place of her own and moves out?”

“Is this really about Mary getting attached to Y/N... or you?” Sam questioned, he always did see right through his brother's facade.

“Maybe, both.” Dean uttered, letting out a long breath.

He had a hard time admitting his developing feelings for you. He was scared, terrified if you found out and didn’t feel the same. So, he pushed you away and it was easy in the moment. Except now he felt terrible, he felt like someone was ripping out his heart and squeezing the life from it. He just wanted to hold you again and tell you everything was going to be alright, like he did that day in the mall.

Dean knew he'd find your car here, parked outside of the shopping mall where you worked. He figured you'd go to a familiar spot, somewhere you felt safe to spend the night. He guessed you wouldn't think he'd come looking for you and didn’t bother to park further out under another lamppost in an attempt to hide from him.

The windows of your car were fogged over and he couldn't make out if you were inside or not. He tapped on the window, waiting a moment before he did it again. When no answer came, his fingers tapping on the glass quickly turned into his fist pounding against it.

"Y/N! Y/N, it’s me." Dean yelled. He was getting nervous, you had to be inside with the windows fogged up the way they were, but you still weren't answering. “Please answer me, sweetheart.” There was no movement in the car, no sound either. Did you know it was him, were you ignoring him? “Y/N, please I just need to know you’re okay.” He pleaded with no avail.

"Is she in there?" Sam asked, peering in the other side of the car, unable to see past the fog as well.

"Fuck it, I'm breaking the window." Dean stated, circling back around to the trunk of his car and pulling out a tire iron.

"Wait, wait! Do you think that's such a great idea, Dean. What if she's not in there?" Sam argued, getting between his brother and the driver's side window of your car.

"Where else would she be, Sam. It's fucking freezing outside, I can't take that risk." Dean said, motioning for his brother to move out of the way.

"She could be inside the mall," he shrugged, raising his hands, "you said she squatted in the workshop, right. So, what time did she leave? Maybe it was still open."

"I can't remember," Dean shook his head in thought, "Sam, move. The windows are fogged up, she has to be inside. Something's wrong, I can feel it."

Sam dropped his hands, quickly grabbing the tire iron from Dean's hand and smashing your car window, "one less thing for her to forgive you for." He reached inside, unlocking the rest of the doors; Dean ripped open the back door to find you curled into a ball.

"Y/N," he froze, you looked so still and there was a blue tinge to your skin. "Y/N?"

"Dean," Sam shook his head, trying to pull his brother away, but Dean wouldn't let him.

"No, Sam!" Dean snapped, stripping out of his jacket laying it overtop of you. He pulled your slightly stiff form from the backseat and into his arms. You still didn't move and he couldn't tell if you were breathing.

They left your car there in the parking lot of the shopping mall. Sam driving towards home and cranking up the heat on full. Dean cradling you in the backseat of his car, rubbing his hands over your frozen flesh and pleading with you not to leave him. "Y/N, wake up, sweetheart, please don't leave us. Don't leave me. Please."

"Is she...?" Sam alluded, glancing back in the rear-view mirror.

"I don't know, Sam." Dean held you close, his chest flush with yours as his warm hands found their way under your shirt to the cool skin of your back. He nosed into your cheek, shutting his eyes for a moment, waiting for the feel of your breath on his face. It was shallow, but it was there and he smiled sadly, letting out a sob. "She's breathing, Sammy! But she's so fucking cold."

"Okay, hang on. You're not gonna lose her, Dean." Sam reassured him, his lead foot hitting the gas pedal.

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There was a hand on your head, another one on your cheek, fingers dipping into your hair. You heard your name in hushed tones being repeated as your eyelids flickered, too heavy to stay open.

Dean was sitting next to your bed, gently trying to coax you awake. His hands brushed over your cheeks when your eyes fluttered. He adjusted the heating blanket over you for the umpteenth time, anxiously waiting for you to come back to him and chewing on his bottom lip until it was raw and swollen.

He swore to himself, he would never push you away again, never let you go without a fight. He was a goner, you had his heart and he didn't care if you knew that now. He would risk it all, if it meant he had a chance with you; to be a family, the three of you.

"Y/N," he murmured again, moving to sit next to you on the bed. His hands cupping your face, fingers brushing over your forehead and down cheeks. "Y/N."

"Dad?" You whispered so low he barely heard your soft voice. You smiled at him, leaning into his hand with eyes only open a crack before they shut closed again and you slipped back into unconsciousness.

Dean's stomach flipped, he knew it wasn't him you saw, that you were stuck in the space between sleep and wakefulness. He just hoped that when you came out of it and saw it was him, you wouldn't pull away. One thing was for sure though, when you woke up he would be there.

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When you woke up the next morning and saw that you were back in Dean's house you nearly burst into tears. It was all a dream, your family, your childhood home, all the memories that flooded you from past Christmases. It felt so real.

"Dean?" You asked, squeezing his hand ever so slightly, his large fingers were entwined with your smaller ones, palms sweaty from the hours he'd spent holding it. The rest of his body slumped over, resting half on the side of your bed and half in the chair next to it. "De-" You were still weak from the night before, your muscles responding slowly and your voice reflecting the way you felt. You wiggled your fingers in his, Dean stirring at the sensation. You did it again.

"Y/N?!" He jumped up, pressing your hand to his chest still entwined with his. "H-how are you feeling?"

"Thirsty," you breathed, Dean finally releasing your hand and grabbing the water bottle from your nightstand. He helped you sit up and take a sip of water. "We were just picking up gingerbread, I thought it might be fun and Mary seemed pretty excited about it. We were gone for half an hour."

"I know, sweetheart." Dean hushed, setting the bottle down. He fixed a pillow between your back and the headboard and pulled up the heating blanket. "Don't worry about that."

"I'm sorr-"

"Shhh... I'm not mad, Y/N." He muttered, sitting in the open spot next to you on the bed. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes and he ran a hand over your hair, brushing it back from your face. He noted the rosy tinge to your skin, much preferring that over the way you looked when he found you half frozen to death. "Actually, scratch that, I am pissed." He said without any anger in his tone, "when I found you, I thought-" he was quick to wipe away a tear from his eye and he swallowed thickly, taking a moment to settle his breathing.

He leaned into you, cupping your cheek in his palm, fingertips dipping into the hair on the nape of your neck. You felt his breath mix with yours and your eyes met. He made no attempt to hide the raw emotion pouring from his eyes as he gazed at you, it was unexpected and the butterflies in your stomach were electrified.

"I didn't mean any of it," he uttered, pulling you a fraction of an inch closer and kissing your temple. His forehead leaning against yours when he barely pulled away. "I'm a single parent who's been burned before, sweetheart. I'm not perfect. I overreacted and it won't be the last time." He nosed into your hair, his stubble scratching your cheek and his lips resting next to your ear. "I want you to stay. But, if you're not comfortable living with us- with me, I'll help you find a place of your own. Even if I'm wishing and hoping that you'll forgive an idiot like me. I'm so sorry, Y/N." He kissed your cheek, "get some more rest, we'll talk later. I called us both in sick, so don't worry about work." He wasn’t about to leave you on your own in the condition you were in, he needed to make sure you were okay.

Dean stood up and with one more fix of the heating blanket over you, he left you to rest. To your surprise it wasn't hard falling back asleep, this time toasty warm.

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"Y/N?" You heard a soft knock at your door before it pushed open slowly, revealing Mary in her pink pyjamas. "Daddy said to come downstairs."

"Why?" You asked, not exactly in the mood for socializing, especially with someone who was so hot and cold.

"Dinner 'n movie," Mary announced, running over and jumping on the bed next to you.

"Mary, I don't think-"

"Pleaseeee," she pouted and you sighed, pushing yourself up. "Yay!"

You wrapped a throw blanket around yourself, following the giddy little girl downstairs. She tugged on your blanket, leading you into the living room where Dean had dinner set up on the coffee table in front of the TV. There were a few candles lit, a can of soda for Mary and a couple glasses of wine. Dean handed you one as you sat down.

"I wasn't sure you'd come if I asked, so I sent the cute one to get you." He joked nervously, sitting on the other end of the couch, Mary hopping into the open space between you.

"She's hard to say 'no' to." You agreed, sipping on your glass of wine, Dean smiling at you. "What are we watching?"

"We are having a Christmas movie marathon. Starting with the first Home Alone and ending with the newly released one, if someone-" Dean poked Mary in the ribs eliciting another giggle from her, "can stay awake for it all. You up for it, Y/N?"

"I'll stay for the first one," you conceded, your stomach grumbling, "and the food."

"That's fair," Dean nodded, pressing play on the TV and handing out the plates from the coffee table.

When you finished dinner, Mary crawled next to you, hugging you and resting her head on your arm so you couldn't leave without disturbing her. She lasted halfway through the third movie before passing out, snoring lightly when you noticed.

"I'm gonna put her to bed," Dean laughed quietly, scooping her up into his arms. He was halfway out of the room when he doubled back. "You gonna be here when I get back?" He noticed your hesitation, “we don't have to talk… There's this Christmas horror movie I've been wanting to watch, but it's a little scary for a four-year-old. You want to watch it with me?"

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A/N: Read Part 4

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Christmas Alone With You: @idkhowbutifoundyou​ @maralisa124

Dean/Jensen: @akshi8278​ @laycblack​

[stathen]

Sambucky Christmas shenanigans (+ Sarah)

I know Christmas is a while away I just had some Headcanons I needed to share. don‘t sue me

The build up to Christmas is simultaneously the best and worst part about the month of December. Bucky’s come to stay at Sarah’s for the holidays so that he can be with Sam. Sam’s blasting Christmas songs at every opportunity he gets. AJ and Cass are excited and constantly adding to their Christmas lists. Sarah‘s stressed out of her mind because she has two hyper children and two full grown men arguing about ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’

Sam: “It’s one of the most iconic Christmas songs. You cannot hate that song.”

Bucky: “I will throw you off of a building if you play that song one more time. Don’t test me.”

#GiveSarahWilsonABreak

Bucky almost accidentally burnt the tree down. Don’t ask how or why because no one has an answer for you.

Sam makes the best gingerbread men. Bucky decorates them and adds little frosting hearts on Sam’s.

Christmas day rolls around and you best believe that morning is a struggle. AJ and Cass run into the room Bucky and Sam share and start jumping on them. They refuse to get up. The boys wake Sarah up instead and she’s ready for the day. She and her sons pelt Sam and Bucky with pillows until they wake up.

The present opening goes surprisingly smoothly. The boys get a lot of what they wanted. While they’re checking out their new toys, Bucky slips Sam a small present. He opens it and inside is a small ring (not an engagement ring. Don’t get your hopes up just yet) with S + B engraved on it.

“you’re hopeless” - an on-the-verge-of-crying Sam.

“you’re pathetic” - a positively beaming Bucky.

Sarah cooks a big dinner for the whole neighbourhood; it’s a tradition her parents had that she’s carried on.

I mentioned on one of my Sambucky Headcanons posts that Sam loves Christmas. The only thing he dislikes about it is the mistletoe; he thinks it’s old and overused. Bucky - on the other hand - enjoys it way too much. He hangs extra up during the preparation of dinner just to annoy Sam, but Sam always allows himself to be pulled into a reluctant kiss. That part he doesn’t mind.

Sam enjoys whisky and Christmas is one of the only times he’s allowed as much as he wants. Bucky drinks, but he’s slightly bummed that he can’t get drunk.

Sam and Bucky are on washing up duty. They take forever. They lob soap bubbles at each other and occasionally leave wet handprints on each other’s T-shirt‘s. Bucky likes to reminisce about the day when they actually start to wash up, enjoying the memories of the kid’s faces as they opened their presents.

Sarah has another tradition: make hot chocolate in the evening, wear ridiculous jumpers and watch the Polar Express. The kids love it and the whole Wilson family knows every word to every song. Bucky watches with a huge dorky grin as Sam sings a silly yet beautiful version of ‘When Christmas Comes To Town’ with his nephews.

They always stay up later than Sarah and the kids to have Christmas movies in the background as they discuss their day. Sam plays with the big red Pom Pom that’s supposed to be Rudolph’s nose on Bucky’s jumper while Bucky thanks Sam for allowing him to join his Christmas. Sam goes all soft and pulls Bucky into a gentle hug.

Sometimes, they go back to Bucky’s house that he rented down the road so they can dance without waking anyone up. Catch them either slow dancing to ‘Happy Xmas (War is Over)’, absolutely belting the lyrics to ‘Last Christmas’ or decorating the shabby house to ‘Driving Home For Christmas’.