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arcane-vagabond · 1 month ago

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Fairy Tale Writing Challenge

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away...

Welcome one and all! If you know me, you know there are few things I love more than a good fairy tale! So, to commemorate 1,500 followers and the rebranding of my blog away from solely being a Top Gun: Maverick blog, I've decided to host a little writing challenge!

Rules:

You MUST be 18+ in order to participate (Your age must be listed somewhere on your blog, I will be checking.)

This writing challenge is open to all fandoms!

This challenge will run continuously.

Send me an ask/message to let me know that you're participating!

You MUST choose both a fairy tale and a word for this challenge! Only one person per word prompt. I will add more if I need to.

Tag/message me when you've posted!

Can be a one-shot, two-parter, or series!

Please use the "read more" feature if your fic is over 500 words.

Please use the hashtag "FTWC" so we can read and reblog your work!

You don't have to follow, but reblogging this post would be nice to get the word out there!

How does this work?

You will pick a fairy tale and then one word from the prompt list. You must incorporate that word somehow whether by using it in the prose itself, or by giving your fic that overall feeling.

If there is a fairy tale you would like to do that is not listed, shoot me a message and I will add it!

Message me if you have any questions!

Entries;

🧸 @arcane-vagabond w/ The Little Mermaid and Desiderium

Fathoms Below - Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)

🧸 @baezen w/ Jack and the beanstalk and Petrichor

A Perilous Place - Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

🧸 @sorchathered w/ Little Red Riding Hood and Apricity

Little Red and Her Wolf - Bucky Barnes (MCU)

🧸 @kissmecaitie w/ Beauty and the Beast and Acrimonious

🧸 @the-aspiring-fanfic-writer w/ Cinderella and Sonder

🧸 @hardlyinteresting w/ Peter Pan and Scintilla

🧸 @goldenseresinretriever w/ The Steadfast Tin Soldier and Adust

🧸 @queenofvelaris w/ Sleeping Beauty and Labyrinth

🧸 @elizabeth-holland24 w/ Beauty and the Beast and Juberous

The Beast Within - Jake "Hangman" Seresin (TGM)

🧸 @devil-angel-winchester w/ Rapunzel and Avidulous

Fairy Tales;

👑 The Little Mermaid

👑 Cinderella

👑 Snow White

👑 Sleeping Beauty

👑 Rapunzel

👑 Little Red Riding Hood

👑 Jack and the Bean Stalk

👑 Goldilocks and the Three Bears

👑 Rapunzel

👑 Peter Pan

👑 The Ice Queen

👑 Beauty and the Beast

👑 Hansel and Gretel

👑 The Frog Prince

👑 Alice in Wonderland

👑 Pinocchio

👑 Rumpelstiltskin

👑 the Six Swans

👑 The White Snake

👑 The Princess and the Pea

Prompts;

⭐️ Acrimonious: Deeply or violently bitter

⭐️ Adust: Of a gloomy appearance or disposition

⭐️ Apricity: The warm rays of sun in the winter

⭐️ Avidulous: Somewhat greedy

⭐️ Desiderium: An ardent desire or longing; especially a feeling of loss or grief for something lost

⭐️ Dyspathy: Lack of sympathy

⭐️ Effervescent: Lively, full of energy, bubbly

⭐️ Epeolatry: Admiration of words

⭐️ Eudaemonia: The state of being lucky

⭐️ Futz: To pass time in idleness

⭐️ Graumangere: A great meal

⭐️ Hiebal: Of or relating to winter

⭐️ Hokum: Out-and-out nonsense

⭐️ Juberous: Doubtful and hesitating

⭐️ Labyrinth: A complex set of passageways

⭐️ Melancholy: A feeling of pensive sadness

⭐️ Peripatetic: A nomad; someone who travels from place to place

⭐️ Petrichor: The smell of earth after the rain

⭐️ Raconteur: Someone who's very good at telling stories

⭐️ Scintilla: A trace or spark of something

⭐️Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a full life of experiences, emotions, and problems just like you

⭐️ Sonorous: A deep and full sound

⭐️ Wassail: Mulled wine

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creators-club · 10 days ago

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

Prompts:

Day 1:

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

Day 2:

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

Day 3:

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

Day 4:

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

Day 5:

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

Day 6:

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

Day 7:

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

Day 8:

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

Day 9:

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

Day 10:

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

Day 11:

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

Day 12:

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

Day 13:

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

Day 14:

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

Day 15:

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

Day 16:

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

Day 17:

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

Day 18:

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

Day 19:

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

Day 20:

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

Day 21:

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

Day 22:

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

Day 23:

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

Day 24:

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

Guidelines Under the Read More

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

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

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

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

All submissions must be, at least, 100 words.

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

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

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

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

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

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blackbird-brewster · 4 months ago

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Mom!Em Fic Recs

@bau-babygirl requested: Fics featuring Emily as a mom [X]

JJ/Emily + Kids

[Find all of these and more fluff in my Domestic Jemily collection on AO3]

Mother's Day by w00t4ewan (me) Rated: G || WC: 715 Summary: Henry helps Emily surprise JJ on Mother's Day

Dreams Do Come True by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 2000 Summary: Emily and JJ take Henry to Disneyworld on their first family vacation.

Breakfast by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 840 Summary: Emily tries to let JJ sleep in and winds up with her hands full of a certain toddler.

Love is an Open Door by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 1010 Summary: Emily and Henry work together to plan an unforgettable evening for JJ.

Jemily Ficlet Archives by w00t4ewan Rated: M || WC: 31,000+ Summary: An unrelated collection of Jemily ficlets and headcanons which were originally posted on my tumblr and up until now hadn't been shared on AO3.

Sand by @otahkoapisiakii (Phoenix_Falls) Rated: G || WC: 2630 Summary: JJ and Emily incorporate Henry in their wedding ceremony

Steps by Phoenix_Falls Rated: G || WC: 4670 Summary: Modified prompt from tumblr: "you asked me to the store with you and your child, and now my distant relative we met thinks im married with a baby"

Darwin by Phoenix_Falls Rated: G || WC: 831 Summary: Henry has an odd nickname. Likely takes place in the same verse as Steps, but 11 years later Mittens and Hats by @velutluna Rated: G || WC: 1944 Summary: JJ and Emily take their sons for a walk in a winter wonderland.

Perfect by velutuna Rated: G || WC: 660 Summary: A perfect evening at the home of the Prentiss-Jareau family.

Happy Birthday! by @ellegreenawayslover Rated: G || WC: 2028 Summary: Emily’s feelings during her birthday, her feelings years ago, and how she finally is truly happy with her life and how it turned out.

Morning Cartoons and Middle Names by @vhsrights Rated: G || WC: 2634 Summary: A shift in the numbers on his digital clock indicated that the time had arrived. 7:15 am. No sound of an alarm echoed through the upper floor of the Prentiss-Jareau house. There was pin-drop silence, and then the quiet chaos began.

Bonus: My Master List of MomEm Headcanons & Fanworks

Other Fics: Emily + Kids

A Year in the Life by @gaelic-symphony (thelarkascending) Tara/Emily || Rated: T || WC: 8455 Summary: Twelve vignettes from the married life of Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss, written for the Year of the OTP writing challenge.

handprints on my soul by @prrentiss (unitchiefprentiss) Tara/Emily || Rated: T || WC: 32,000+ Summary: tara and emily after the events of just a dream. Maternal Instinct by thelarkascending Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1207 Summary: Motherhood brings with it complicated feelings for new moms Emily and Alex. Written for the CM fandom gift exchange Halloween Interlude by w00t4ewan Tara/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1573 Maternal Instinct by thelarkascending Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 1207 Summary: Motherhood brings with it complicated feelings for new moms Emily and Alex. Written for the CM fandom gift exchange

Bluey Mom by @alexblakeisgay (ArwenLalaith) Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 2713 Summary: The adventures of Emily Prentiss as she navigates running the BAU, being a wife and mother, and her relationship with gender.

Oh, My Darling Clementine by ArwenLalaith Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 930 Summary: Emily Prentiss is not above bribing her toddler daughter to get her to call her Mama…

Book Ends by ArwenLalaith Alex/Emily || Rated: G || WC: 18,500 Summary: Emily's life revolves around Lux - her four year old autistic daughter. She hasn't had a relationship since she got pregnant and certainly isn't looking to start one when she meets Alex Blake: phenom children's author.

Alex's life since her husband left and her son passed has revolved around writing and little else. She's been a recluse for years when her agent finally convinces her to make an appearance at her latest book launch. Little does she know, she's about to meet a four year old girl that will change her life....

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differentnighttale · 3 months ago

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Writers Challenge#4

Author Interview:

Hi guys.

It's me again and I guess I have another challenge this time and this is too all writers who haven't found their title, even if you have a title you can join.

OC inspirations.

And book inspirations.

How did your book grow into it now?

Was a fanfic to original story?

Vibes?

Optional.

What inspired you to write your WIP? It could be a book, a show, a person or even a character.

My current WIP is based on a Wolfblood, Twilight and Avatar:The Last Airbender.

Wolfblood gave me the way to write controlled werewolves, Twilight gave me my protagonist, Thalia but she was a nameless Black girl who had a relationship with a vampire and Avatar for my panther shifters but slowly the book changed, and the Avatar gave me inspo for her abilities and she was a mortal who lived with supernatural creatures.

So yeah.

Thats it.

The vibe is a snowy winter wonderland filled with secrets and monsters and strange happenings after a strange human girl meets a tribe of Inuit werewolves.

The tone is quite dark at first.

Sorry for the tags.

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callsign-phoenix · 1 year ago

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I wrote this as a part of my 12 days of ficmas, I hope you like it!

It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x gn!reader imagine.

The prompt is Jack Frost, and it’s for @sailor-aviator’s Christmas Writing Challenge.

Warnings: none

You loved that living with your boyfriend meant that you got to experience being with him on a whole other level.

Even when you had just started dating you had been so excited whenever you saw him, and the need to spend as much time as possible with him seemed to grow exponentially.

Jake was like a drug, you just wanted to be with him and spend your life in his presence.

You loved him very much as a person but you also loved just looking at him, every time he appeared you were reminded that he was in fact there with you.

It was the little things, the moments that were quiet, that you loved the most.

Even just seeing him come home from a long day at work, his face relaxing the moment he lay eyes on you, or him taking your hand when walking through an aisle at the grocery store.

Both moments filled you with so much pride and warmth.

It was just wonderful to be alive, especially with him around.

And while you were hopelessly in love with him for being loud, strong and cocky you also very much loved him when he had nothing to say.

The first snow that you experienced living together was a memory you certainly didn’t want to forget.

It had snowed overnight and the world looked like a winter wonderland, it was like in a fairytale.

Jake had been as surprised as you were but he recovered as he looked at you, a smile spreading over his lips as he leaned in to peck yours.

“I’ll be back soon, can’t have the sidewalk blocked the way it is”.

He hurried outside to shovel snow from the sidewalk so that people could walk on it again, before he had to leave for work.

The sun was just beginning to rise and the snow outside looked like it was burning orange, and orange drops fell from the sky.

It was a beautiful sight to see as you watched Jake work, a coffee in your hand that you happily sipped on.

When Jake came back in he brought a gust of cold air with him.

It made you shiver but a smile appeared on your face the moment your eyes met his.

His coat was sprinkled with now thawing snow, his hair glittering from the wetness as well.

Jake’s face and lips were paler than usual from the cold but his cheeks and nose spotted a beautiful pink color.

His eyes bore into yours as a tentative smile appeared on his face, but you were mesmerized by what you were seeing.

Jake’s beautifully long and curved eyelashes had also received a coating of snowflakes, making them a more prominent feature in his face.

You were entirely surprised that this small moment meant so much to you, but Jake just chuckled.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, and you just shook your head with a small smile.

“You look like Jack Frost,” you chuckled back, and his smile broadened noticeably.

“Like the Disney version or like Martin Short?” He joked, and you shook your head.

“You look beautiful, that’s all,” you managed to whisper, and received an icy kiss on the lips in return.

Even though you wanted to tell him, you didn’t yet want to say that he was the most beautiful person you had ever met.

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abiiors · 1 year ago

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we went to winter wonderland 🎄// matty healy x reader

twelve days of christmas - day 2

a/n: i've been slightly sad about...everything and writing is hard atm but i also don't want to abandon 12doc so have something that's loosely based on my irl relationship. it's really short, sorry :( cw: none, just fluff wc: 1k

the last ever winter they spend apart is quite shit to put it bluntly.

matty’s a million kilometres away in LA where winter’s only a concept while she’s in their bed, alone and begrudgingly cuddling his hoodie in lieu of him and cussing out her boss and her boss’ boss and so on all the way to the top until she’s googled the ceo of the parent company that owns her firm and cussed him out too. matty laughs shamelessly the whole time. one, because she looks as threatening as a baby penguin all angry and swaddled in blankets, and two, because it’s her.

she’s never failed to make him laugh. ever.

“baby…” he tries to pacify, “it’s alright.”

“no it’s not!” her tone is firm. "i should be with you in LA! not rotting here in our bed because work got in the way."

her nose is slightly red from being out in the cold (it was the first snow of the season after all, matty knew she would be out) but he tells her to get tea regardless. and now, armed with a steaming mug of herbal tea and the saddest pout a girl could have, she looks all the more cuddly.

“okay how about this,” he suggests, “you have your switch don’t you? go get it.”

her face contorts in confusion. “you don’t have yours.”

“i’ll just steal hann’s.”

“matthew!”

but she gets up regardless, even if it’s after a few grumbles of “ugh, i just got cosy!”

matty, through their facetime call, wanders through the house with her. he has to admit—it’s lonely and quiet without him there. their home—perfect for two and too big for just her. he can’t wait to get back though. even sunny LA is a touch too cold without her there.

“what do you wanna play?” she asks once she settles in bed again and matty’s ready with the answer.

“animal crossing.”

“babe… we haven’t played that in ages, it’s gonna be so shit!”

he frowns at her stubbornness. “just turn it on will you? it will have snowed on there. you always love making those anatomically challenged snowmen!”

there’s a small giggle that follows. she’s well aware of what he’s referring to—they almost have a competition of sorts about who can make the most deranged-looking animal crossing snowman.

as predicted, it’s weeds and more weeds everywhere the minute the game turns on. her little avatar exits her house, looking dishevelled and still in curated summer clothes. oh well…

matty grins. “so i was thinking…”

“yeah?”

“we won’t get to go to a winter wonderland this year!”

“yeah,” she pouts again.

“i was thinking we could make one.”

“in animal crossing?”

“in animal crossing!”

for a moment she’s quiet and matty worries that it’s a stupid idea. it is a little lame if he’s honest but there’s not much they can do with an entire ocean between them. but just as he feels his grin slipping, hers widens on her face.

“matty! you are brilliant! i love you.”

“what was that?” he teases, laughing when she pokes her tongue out.

“last to finish is the loser,” she declares. and before he’s even had a chance to plan a heist for adam’s switch, she’s shouting “go!” amidst protests from him and maniacal laughter from her.

matty doesn’t care though—this is almost a complete 180 turnaround in her mood in quite a few days.

two hours and a worrying amount of bickering later, they’re ready for the grand reveal.

“mine is so much better!” she declares as soon as matty’s little avatar lands on her island. even her fucking avatar looks adorable, all bundled up in a big coat and matty’s ready to declare her the winner right there. still, he indulges her.

he already knows it—hers is so much better! she’s always had an eye for all things cute (him included) but he stays and he listens.

soft snow falls behind her on the facetime call and it’s clearly visible through the giant windows and the switch almost casts a perfect glow on her. not that matty’s entirely focussing on her tour of her animal crossing winter wonderland; he’d much rather stare at her while she’s talking but it’s over far too soon and before he knows it, her avatar is on his (hann’s) island and she’s laughing hysterically at his attempt of a wonderland.

“matty!” she shrieks. “baby, this is so bad”

“what? how dare you, take that back!”

“there are weeds in the middle of your ‘skating rink’.”

“uhhhh…” matty ends up shrugging much to her amusement.

“yours is so shit!” she teases. “we agree that i’m the winner, right?”

“got you out of your grumpy mood though, didn’t i? so who’s the real winner here?”

“still me!”

and so he relents. two hours and a shit in game winter wonderland is a fantastic trade to make in exchange for her laugh.

ten more minutes and she gets a little emotional again because of course she does. matty watches some of the joy in her eyes drain away, replaced by a tinge of the same sadness from before.

“i hate being without you, especially during winters! it gets so cold.” the corners of her mouth turn down and a soft ache fills his chest.

“i know, darling… i hate missing christmas but you’ll be with me next month, yeah?”

“yeah.”

much to his relief she doesn’t let it get her down this time, she tries to change the topic and talk about everything she’s been up to and all the plans she has with her friends. matty’s mind is made up though—this is the last winter he's willing to spend without her. come january, the ring hidden in his suitcase will find its place on her finger.

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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year ago

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Criminal Minds Prompts

Hi everyone! I've collected the previous challenge posts for those of you who would like to peruse the prompts. If you end up writing any of these, feel free to let me know so I can add you to the existing rec list for the challenge!

Current Challenge: Autumn Air

Themed

Pride

Family

Comfort

Reunions

Office Party

New Beginnings

Wedding/Proposal

Children/Pregnancy

Tropes

Forbidden Love

Meet Cute/Ugly

Damsel in Distress

Enemies to Lovers

Friends with Benefits

There's Only One Bed

And They Were Roommates

Seasonal Prompts

Summer Sunshine

Trick or Treat / Autumn Air

Winter Wonderland

Happy writing!

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beatleshalloween · 9 months ago

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It's the holiday season and Dr. Yuma Takahashi is reviewing the files on the Beatles at Tokyo University. She decides to watch an old video "under the mistletoe".

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marreddream · 2 months ago

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Tokyo Afterschool Summoners - HOUSAMOTOBER 2024

a daily creative challenge for October, with Housamo prompts! 31 days of prompts, 7 days, 1 day, or anything in between; any and all participation is welcomed and encouraged!

feel free to use/pull from last year's HOUSAMOTOBER prompts if you'd like, or even from another list entirely

drawing, writing, photo editing, GIF making, commentating; anything goes! use the tag #housamotober (spelled HOUSAMO + TOBER) looking forward to everybody's works!

Explanation of prompts under the cut.

31 DAYS VER. 1-11. Housamo Attributes Something with a character, vanilla or variant, with the corresponding attribute. Why not take a look at your Support Member List for inspiration? Of course, a piece inspired by the concept of the word itself is cool, too.

12-20. Housamo Weapon Types Something with a character, vanilla or variant, with the corresponding weapon type. Of course, a piece inspired by the concept of the word itself is cool, too.

21-24. Seasons Winter Wonderland, Spring Cherry Blossoms, Summer Swimsuits, Autumn Woods; something with a character and corresponding season.

25. Dream Event What type of Event would you most want to happen? And with what characters? The type of event you'd shell out all of your gems and tickets to pull on the gacha for. If nothing comes to mind, something inspired by the Ueno Fluffy Dream Kingdom event, Melty Dream with [X], or anything with the word "dream" in it is cool, too.

26. Role Swap What if Shiro Motoori had Kengo Takabushi's Belt of Power? What if Kengo Takabushi had Shiro Motoori's Necronomicon? You can interpret this prompt as an backstory swap, outfit swap, anyway you'd like.

27. Fairytale Stories of princess, witches, knights! Folklore of fae and more! Something with a character and a concept from a fairytale.

28. Monster Zombies, vampires, werewolves, ghosts! Too many to count, so many to choose from. Something with a character and a monster motif.

29. Candy Chocolate, taffy, lollipops, and hard candy! Too many to count, so many to choose from. Something with a character and a candy motif.

30. Mob Unit Show the mobs some love! Something with a 1-2 star character.

31. Halloween Free Space Happy Halloween! Anything goes here!

7 DAYS VER. 1-5. Beast Werewolves, werecats, werewhatevers! Something beast related. Could honestly just be any Therian character.

6-10. Undead Zombies, ghosts, vampires, skeletons; something related to being brought back from the dead. Or something with any character that has "died" in the story alive again, lol.

11-15. Slasher Michael Myers™, Ghostface™, Chucky™, M3GAN™; something related to the iconic slasher trope. You could even turn a character into their own original slasher!

16-20. Sports Baseball, Basketball, Cheerleading, Hockey; something related to the concept of sports! I thought sport Halloween costumes were more popular than they actually were, but upon further research, does not appear to be the case. But I've already made the list, so sports it is.

21-25. Outfit Swap A character wearing another character's outfit. Outfit Swap and Role Swap are basically interchangeable, so feel free to get creative!

36-30. Candy Chocolate, taffy, lollipops, and hard candy! Too many to count, so many to choose from. Something with a character and a candy motif.

31. Halloween Free Space Happy Halloween! Anything goes here!

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamotober

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sweetdreamsbuck · 2 years ago

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take my hand

beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader (lumby and bunny au)

wc: 2.2k

prompt: can't skate, gonna need someone to hold my hand

warnings: too much fluff. bucky is sickeningly in love

for col's Winter Wonderland writing challenge and sleepover! this is the first writing challenge I've ever done– seems fitting it's for you! thank you for inspiring me, always. <3 @foreverindreamlandd

a/n: this is a difficult time of year. sending all my love and super self-indulgent thoughts hehe.

happy holidays, my loves❄️🧸☃️🤎

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

“Y’almost got the hang of it!” You most certainly do not.

Bucky tries to tug you along the ice, his hand secure in your double-gloved one– per his insistence on keeping you extra warm– but it’s no use. The ground stutters laughably beneath each attempt of sliding your feet.

Bucky’s never seen anything so adorable before; you’re awful.

Of course, to make matters worse, they’re all gifted on ice– Maria drifts by with a graceful spin, a howling Scott and Natasha racing just behind.

“C’mon Bunny, just slide your feet in time with mine. Small strides, like this,” he demonstrates the movement away from you in hopes your body will be able to mimic the action.

It won’t. You can’t.

“Can’t you just carry me? This holding my hand thing isn’t working,” you whine. Bucky laughs ignoring your groans, grabbing your face and kissing the corner of your mouth until you smile.

“Nope! I need to see you twirlin’ around first and then,” his thumb brushes over your bottom lip longingly, “we’ll talk. But I gotta go get the living room ready, stay out here with Maria, yeah?” He smiles at you– like he’s never witnessed something more worthy of his worship– with the radiance of every last ray of sun, warm and at rest in his stare.

And after the incredible day you’ve all had, this was the last thing on his list before the sun disappeared for the evening. This morning, he’d bundled you in too many cable-knit layers (and then an additional one just to be safe), an oversized coat, and thick garments for your neck, hands, and feet. But watching you bounce on the ice again and again… he wishes he added a few more.

Bucky had everything planned down to the very second; from the beginning dimmings of the sky’s glow so the fairy lights hanging from the cabin into the trees would shine just right, to the dough being rolled out, cut into intricate shapes to be placed in the oven with ample amount of cooling time– can’t have the icing melt off the tops, Bunny. Needs to be perfect for you.

Steve and Natasha had spent over an hour untwining the offending garland and string lights that Sam had managed to knot together, while you and Torres got a head start at throwing plastic balls and pine cones up the side of the smallest of the giant pines encompassing the cabin.

The last tray of cookies had been placed in the oven while the canola oil was set out for the potato mixture, waiting to be fried in Bucky’s special pan– his ma’s old one she only used this time of year.

The success of today was important to him for more reasons than one. He finally has something strong, something certain, worth making memories with– ones that will last him a lifetime and replace all the pain that's led him to now. Bucky only wants to share everything he is with you.

Including the small frozen pond; which Scott, Steve, and Sam tested their weight on, year after year, hopeful they’d bring a little cheer back into Bucky’s life.

Upon his request, of course, you’ll stay out here. Bucky wasn’t asking– he had everything meticulously pinned like points on a map. You know better than to derail any of his plans. So your brilliant grin and sweet hum against the warmth of his cheek is enough to guarantee he’ll be okay leaving you with his friends for a bit.

With a feigned mutter of disapproval, a 'you carry me everywhere, but now it’s an issue?' and an accompanying pucker of your lips, Bucky reluctantly watches as Maria hauls you away, taking over as skating instructor. He shimmies his skates off before shoving his boots back on, joining Steve to get his cabin all set for watching your favorite holiday movie.

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Bucky can’t help himself, the window is right near the couch he’s meant to be fixing the blankets on. He spent weeks planning this. Hours getting all the lights outlining his cabin just right, dangling them from branches and trunks alike. He needed this to be pristine, for you. Pausing to look out was too tempting, a perfect distraction directly in his line of sight at the mess of people dancing around the ice. Specifically, on you. His Bunny, right at home with his family.

And oh– how you shine. You're impossible to miss, the center of it all, always. To Bucky, anyway.

Bucky blinks with a particular tunnel vision these days, a fixation on the most beautiful thing that’s ever stumbled into his life. The window’s fogged and he’s thankful, for once, that he forgot to clean it better; a frost-tinted circle illuminating your ambrosial luster.

And while quickly moving to place an additional few logs on the fire, he can't fight the urge to get back outside to you. You love curling up against his chest right in front of the flames, warm cream colored blankets and sweet kisses shared until Bucky's reeling, flushed scarlet and suffocating for more.

“What’s on your mind, Buck?” Steve wonders.

They wordlessly walk out of the cabin and down the porch steps, transfixed with the painting of Joaquin and Sam twisting you unwillingly around the ice.

Steve clears his throat.

But Bucky’s somewhere else entirely, your squeals of frightened joy are running circles between his ears, rendering him breathless in a moment he never wants to leave. From the moment just a half hour ago you spoke so softly, "Need you to hold my hand Lumby, what if I suck? Never done this before", to now– he watches on with an ardent tenderness bleeding from his eyes in the shape of you. Sam pushes at your hips from behind, directing your laughing frame wobbling straight into a panicked Torres.

Bucky’s so tragically in love with you.

“Her.”

Your skate catches the bottom of Sam’s too-long jeans, sending you both toppling to the ground in a heap of broad shoulders and heavy limbs– courtesy of a painfully groaning Joaquin and cackling Sam. Steve smiles, observing Bucky take in the picture before him, a low chuckle rumbling within his knowing chest: there’s nothing like watching your best pal falling more and more, so deeply in love, Steve thinks. He nods.

“Mine too.”

“And what’s my girl doin’ in your thoughts?” Bucky smirks, eyes grudgingly leaving your triumphant pose on top of your conquered pile of a bickering Sam and Joaquin. When he meets Steve’s eyes, he finds a noble grin.

“I’m thankin’ her. Never seen you like this, so…” Steve gestures to him, a grand wave of his arms Bucky feels deep in his chest, “So happy. Bucky, she’s–”

“Bucky! Bucky, help me!” They both whip their heads at the excited sound, the two men once face-first on the ice and under your victorious smirk now standing tall on their blades with you lifted high above their heads. Maria and Natasha jump up from their bench to rush to your rescue, hurling insults in between fits of laughter at the two idiots passing you round and round in swooping circles.

Steve looks to his friend, and in Bucky's contentment he sees it– adoration and fondness and relief vibrating warmly.

Bucky melts– his bunny and his best friends. And they adore his girl almost as much as he does. He couldn’t feel more alive.

“Torres! Wilson! Put my girl down, I swear if I find even a scratch on her–”

“You have her in like nine layers. Think she’ll be fine, if she doesn’t pass out from heat exhaustion first…” Sam mumbles securing his arms tightly around your middle, dodging the raucous taunts of the two women before placing you on shaky legs.

You stay standing for a solid three seconds, the air returning to your overexerted lungs. One slide of your foot, then the other. Just like Bucky showed you, left, right, le– your body meets ice.

Shrill mirth fills the woods at, yet again, another fumble of your own two legs. With an enamored chuckle, Bucky moves swiftly, hoping to get to you before another fall occurs. He’s never seen a person fall so much in his damn life.

“So. I’m terrible at this,” the dejected huff swirls past you both in a frozen gust of air. Your body shivers in a tired sulk, working hard to remember what it feels like to be standing. Bucky bends down and aids you out of your skates, shouting for Scott to toss him your boots. Right foot then left, and he secures the thick socks he made you wear over the tops of the laces.

Bucky looks up at you, a satisfied sound whispered into the frigid evening. There’s a playful pity swimming within his features. But his eyes always betray him, completely overflowing with his adoration for you. It nearly knocks you off of your feet, dizzy and back spinning ‘round icy ground. The entrance to the fence that encases the pond snags on your puffy parka and Bucky grabs at your wrists, sliding his thumbs gently down to the thick fabric concealing those precious lifelines of yours. He brings the tops of them to his mouth with a gentle hum.

Nothing feels more secure than falling into the safety Bucky’s presence brings. He stands, plump lips never leaving your knuckles for a second.

As if the evening was expecting you both, frost-bitten air and the last swirls of daylight envelop you in a greeting of serenity. The lights still glimmer and your friends still laugh and yell, but the evening permits you to forget all of that for a moment.

Looking into Bucky’s eyes feels a lot like home.

And the stunning blues have no intention of leaving your sweet face, sulking up at him with the echoes of crystalized wonder and the twinkling from up above dusting along your features– how could he even feel an ounce of sympathy toward you? Not when your pout entices him like nothing else on this goddamned green earth ever could. Nothing could hold a candle to it.

“Wouldn’t say that Bun,” he decides with a solemn shake of his head, squeezing your fingers within his hold, “You’re not terrible. Just not ready… for public viewing, is all.” A short nod and a hopeful smile search to brighten the affected expression on your face. But it isn’t until he leans down with his nose nudging yours, a teasing pout of his lips on your cold skin, an arm sliding behind your hip urging you closer with a sigh against your cheek that you feel it.

He’d do anything to keep you happy.

It’s evident in the glistening snow nestled within the thick sea of evergreen, its sparkling hue all around you– in the sloppily decorated tree just a few feet shy of the pond– in the group of friends he gathered together just to remind you how loved you are, even during the most difficult season of the year. Bucky’d spend hours milling through his ma’s old recipes to find the perfect cookies and those latkes he remembers enjoying years ago. He’d even go as far as tell a little lie no one could possibly ever believe, that you weren’t in fact hazardous on skates, even if it is just the two of you that hear it. He’d bear long hours in the harsh winds of winter for something other than labor, for a gathering of family his girl knows love him to no end, just to see her showered with the same sentiment– to see that smile.

Nothing about loving you is akin to labor.

But then your lips curl, a small giggle bubbling past your once frustrated pout until the sweet sound blooms, swells, stealing the rhythm straight from his chest. And Bucky’s heart soars, from the very depths of his rib cage to the confines of your wool-clad hands, all from just the blinding smile you have only for him.

Candle: lit.

Your hands reach for his cheeks just as they flush crimson, a startling contrast to the scenery surrounding you. Bucky nearly evaporates, right there.

His pulse is thunderous, urging him to delight in nothing but your joy enduringly. Bucky can’t control it, it croons I love you, I love you, I love you.

You’re breathtaking.

He’d never tell his friends he planned today just for you, of how he stocked his kitchen with baking supplies and festive decor just to watch the happiness sparkling, so alive in your eyes.

Bucky’s anything but subtle. His heart beats only with the air of your affections– his friends know.

“C’mon sweet girl,” Bucky’s nose smushes against your hairline, his kiss warming your chilled forehead. “We’ve got cookies to decorate. Can’t let Sam find ‘em or they’ll be gone before we know it.”

At the sight of Bucky’s reverent lips descending the span of your face, Steve turns to head back to the cabin. With a heavy smack of his arm around Sam’s shoulders and a smile spread proudly across both of their faces, they let their friend take all the time he needs. Natasha’s grin twitches softly, watching Bucky sing of his love for you with every glide of his lips against your skin, with every breath that fills his lungs.

Bucky continues on, reaching and pulling for every little laugh you’ll give him, sparing no expense for the feelings of his friends: "Maria’s terrible on ice, did’ya even see her out there? Nearly knocked poor Torres on his ass.” No, that was you, actually. And you did. “Scott took all the marshmallows, can’t let him find out about our secret stash, kay?” He keeps them in an old tea container, they taste of bergamot. “Stevie thinks he’ll make a better gingerbread house than us, you believe that punk?” He only said that to get Bucky riled up.

Sam hears it– they all do. You hardly attempt to quiet your delight whenever Bucky gets you snuggled close, wrapped entirely bare in his need to be your everything.

A hurried kiss teases his stubble, then graces his lips, and your arm entangles itself around his own until the tips of fingers interlock in a charm of whispered giggles. And while walking the length of the winter wonderland he’s created for you, hyper and giddy and so full of emotion, your heart thanks him.

They all hear Bucky prod, the cheap digs and the silly goading; not a single one of them has the means to chide– they know. Their friend has finally found peace, tightly woven within the grasp of a warm woolen hand.

#bucky #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes

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vbholidayfestival · 1 year ago

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The Village Bridge Holiday Festival of Lights is a reoccurring holiday dash event hosted by @unovasrose. It is a flexible, open RP event meant to be done at your own pace, with no pressure to participate every day or even every week, and it extends a bit before and after Christmas and New Year's so those who are very busy during the holidays still have a chance to partake in the holiday fun. Additionally, the date constraints only apply to a few (optional) interactive events offered by the blog, so participants are more than welcome to continue any event-related threads even after the festival is officially concluded.

This year, the event will take place from December 15th, 2023 to January 5th, 2024.

The event is set up in a “choose your own adventure” format so your muse(s) can take part in any and all parts of the event they are interested in. The following amenities will be available:

Riverside Dance Party — The Village Bridge waterfront doubles as a dance floor open to all of those interested in grooving to dance-worthy holiday tunes. A DJ will be rockin’ around the clock and the Bridge Quartet will be providing live music every evening! If your muse is a performer and would like to be featured in the festival during impromptu open mic nights, send this blog an ask so they can be included in the lineup! If you write any posts of them performing, tag this blog so the performance can be reblogged onto the festival page for all to see!

Bridge Concession Stands — Enjoy mouth-watering holiday-themed treats from the concessions area!

Festival Games — Try your hand at winning an adorable poképlush and other great prizes. Test your aim by trying to knock off all the stacked MooMoo Milk bottles on the platform during MooMoo Milk Knock-Off or show off your strength by attempting to Ring the Bronzong. Better at hand-eye coordination? Try your best to score a winning shot in Holiday Hoop-as! Each muse will have one (1) chance to participate in each game and the results will be determined by the booth runners by rolling a d20.

Snowball Fights — Challenge your friends (or sworn frenemies?) to a snowball fight! Snowball fights will be 3 v. 3 (trainer + 2 pokémon), with the results determined via a dice system.

⭐ Christmas Lights Displays ⭐ (MAIN ATTRACTION) — The fields outside of Village Bridge are transformed into a winter wonderland filled with spectacular Christmas Lights arrangements spanning over three miles! Grab a cup of Sweet Heart Hot Cocoa and enjoy a magical stroll through the displays!

Route 12 Fire Pits — In the outskirts of town and along the path for the lights displays, festival attendees will come across many firepits where they can ward off the winter chill and roast some delicious Litwick S’mores!

Cozy Cabin Stays — Don't want to travel from a hotel the next town over? Book a stay in a rustic log cabin in the outskirts of Village Bridge! The cabins are fully furnished for a comfortable stay. Bookings are reserved for festival attendees.

Fireworks Displays — A spectacular fireworks display will take place on December 31st at midnight. Gather up your friends or cozy up with your sweetheart to bring in the new year with a bang! Attendees are encouraged to bring blankets or fire-type Pokémon to help stay warm.

Custom sentence starters and short opens featuring festival workers will be provided for each of the areas to assist in interactions, but don’t be afraid to come up with your own scenarios!

The event is open to everyone with a Pokémon muse or a Pokémon verse. There is no need to register in order to take part. Just use the tag #vbholidayfestival2023 in your festival posts and have at it!

#about #vbholidayfestival2023 #dash event

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bucky-fricking-barnes · 2 years ago

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Holiday Helper

Title: Holiday Helper

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Panic attack, stressful holiday gatherings, generally terrible relatives, hurt/comfort, handcuffs, and mentions of alcohol, anxiety, and PTSD

Summary: While celebrating Christmas with her large extended family, the reader gets overwhelmed and hides away in the bathroom. Bucky comes to find her when things take a turn for the worse.

A/N: This definitely won’t be my last holiday fic for the year, but I hope everyone that celebrated Christmas today got to spend it with people that they love (and that love them). As always, thank you for supporting me in all the ways you do. I’m thankful for each and every one of you! This fic is a submission for @foreverindreamlandd‘s Winter Wonderland Writing Challenge.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Heat stifled you from all sides, but you still managed to force a smile when your mother handed you a mug of hot chocolate. The prospect of drinking something so thick and warm made your stomach turn. As soon as she’s turned away to help manage the kids that had been running amok all morning, you set the mug down on the coffee table and downed the rest of your ice water.

On your left, Bucky caught your eye for a brief moment, frowning, but you shook your head and forced your umpteenth smile for the night, turning to your uncle.

“You want something stronger?” he asked, nodding at the mug you’d abandoned on the cluttered table.

You shook your head again. “No, thank you.” Your powers were already simmering below the surface of your skin, like a volcano ready to erupt, and adding alcohol into the mix wouldn’t fare well for anyone. It was hard enough to keep them hidden now that you were using them almost every day.

“Come on, let me get you a little something. We can make your hot chocolate the fun, adult version. I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind some.” He winked and you tried not to shudder as your expression became almost unbearably tight. One of the kids sitting nearby overheard and shouted out that they also wanted the “fun, adult version” of hot chocolate, but they were quickly shushed by a parent.

“Really, we’re fine. Thank you,” you insisted.

Bucky’s right hand found your thigh and squeezed gently. The warmth and pressure would have normally been welcome, but the day had been so taxing that his touch felt like needles. A shudder crawled up your spine before you could stop it. He pulled his hand away and turned to look at you fully. You couldn’t help but squirm; everything just felt wrong. The room was too loud, Bucky’s body was too close, the house was too hot…

You stood and wiped your palms on your thighs, smiling as best as you could at the family members who weren’t distracted by the dozens of gifts being unwrapped. Carefully, you stepped around the kids and their parents sitting on the floor, then over the discarded paper and gift bags littering the living room carpet. Nobody asked where you were going, and nobody seemed to think twice when you slipped up the stairs and locked yourself in the tiny guest bathroom on the third floor of your parent’s house.

After splashing cold water on your face, you lowered the lid of the toilet and sat down. Your whole body trembled. The bathroom was silent, but you could still faintly hear the noise of the party through the vents. A child screeched with joy at one of their gifts and you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut.

Several deep breaths and ten recitations of the mantras Bruce had recommended later, you still hadn’t calmed down. All your limbs tingled with pins-and-needles and their shaking had intensified. The sound from downstairs had grown into a constant ringing in your ears. A loud rushing noise accompanied the ring, bringing it to a decibel level you were certain mere humans couldn’t handle. It was too much for even you, and you curled in on yourself as glass shattered around you and something pelted against you from all sides.

A loud bang broke through the ringing and rushing in your ears. You jerked away from the noise, but something latched around your wrists and tugged you back, pulling at you until you felt it had sucked all the air from your lungs. Gasping, you fought against the invisible grip. It gave way with ease a few moments later, and then you found yourself sliding off the toilet and onto the floor, wedged between the porcelain bowl and the wall. Your legs were stuck up in the air and bent over the closed lid while a toilet brush dug painfully into your side.

When your eyes flew open and your fight reflex set in, Bucky stood a few feet away, his hands held up in surrender and his eyes filled with concern.

“Easy there,” he soothed. “I ain’t gonna hurt you, doll.”

You blinked, your chest still heavy as you tried to catch your breath, and looked around with wide eyes. Thankfully, the rushing and ringing in your ears was gone, making it just slightly easier to take in the state of the upstairs bathroom.

All around you, shower tiles lay shattered and displaced. Toilet paper had been strewn across the floor and the counter. The glass door of the shower was also shattered, and Bucky’s boots crunched over the glass as he waited for you to recalibrate yourself. A large crack stretched from one edge of the mirror to the other. Tiny spiderweb cracks spread across one of the corners, too. A plant lay in the broken remains of its pot, surrounded by soil and shards of terra cotta. Everything from the counter had been swept onto the floor, and the soap dispenser rolled in a half-circle until it came to a stop against the broken pot.

Swallowing thickly, you finally dragged your gaze down to your own body. You were unharmed with the exception of a pounding headache, dry mouth, and what felt like a thousand tiny cuts across the exposed skin of your face. A conjoined set of Stark handcuffs were fastened around your wrists, and the border of purple light around the thick outside edge proved that they were containing your powers, just as they were meant to do. Shame curdled in your gut.

“Bucky…” you began, your voice cracking as tears instantly welled up in your eyes.

He shook his head and stepped closer. You curled in on yourself, your legs dropping from the toilet. “Don’t,” he murmured. “Don’t do that to yourself. It’s not your fault.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, curling up into a ball on the floor and tucking your knees against your chest, inside the loop created by your cuffed wrists. “Did I hurt anyone?” you asked.

“Just you, and the bathroom, but I’m more worried about you right now. Is this why you were hiding? You felt an episode coming on?”

He was partially right, but you didn’t acknowledge that. Your powers acted up whenever you got overwhelmed. It’s something you’d been working on with the team, Bruce and Natasha in particular, but the others knew the signs of one of your “episodes”. They were always the same—itching or discomfort in your own skin, an aversion to touch and noise, and the desire to hide away from people. You’d been stupid to miss them yourself. You should’ve known that an episode would happen today—you knew how stressful it would be to spend Christmas with your whole family. You’d developed the signs over years of having to hide your abilities from them. They still didn’t know, but the current state of the bathroom reminded you that this may be your last few minutes of peace before they discovered you were enhanced.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered against your knees.

“I’m not angry with you, sweetheart,” Bucky answered. He’d crouched down to your level, bringing his voice closer to you, and you sniffled. Part of you wanted to reach out and cling to him and the comfort he brought, but the rest of you wanted to curl up and hide away from the world until all of this blew over.

“I should’ve told you.”

“Maybe,” he said. “But lots of people get overwhelmed and overstimulated around the holidays, right? I should’ve made sure we had time to take a break by ourselves after dinner. As your partner, it’s my job to take care of you, so that one’s on me, sweetheart. I could’ve used a break, too. In fact, I was coming to find you to ask if you’d be willing to leave when I realized what was actually going on.”

He shifted and glass crunched underneath him. When you peeked open an eye to see what he was doing, he leaned his head back against the towel hanging on the wall across from the toilet. His legs stretched out in front of him, his right leg almost bumping the opposite side of the toilet from you. He kept his eyes closed, but you knew he could feel you watching him.

“Are you okay?” you asked after a moment.

Bucky hummed. He was quiet for a few seconds before he answered, “Better now that we’re away from everyone. It was pretty loud down there. Crowded, too.”

“I hadn’t expected everyone to come this year. Mom said that last year there were only ten people.”

“I have to admit, when you said your Christmases growing up were always crazy, I didn’t really believe you. I never had a Christmas with this much going on at once. I don’t blame you for wanting to hide,” Bucky replied.

His acknowledgment that you’d been hiding from your own family should have made you feel bad, but Bucky somehow always made you feel better in situations where it should be the opposite. He understood what it was like to hate being surrounded. While he didn’t have the same destructive abilities you did, he worked with some of the same people you did to manage his anxiety, PTSD, and triggers. He knew the techniques you used to calm your nerves and stay in control because they were the same as his.

“You feeling better?” His voice pulled you from your thoughts and you opened your eyes all the way. He still sat in the same position, though the towel had started to slide off the bar on one end and was perilously close to dropping on his head.

You nodded, though he couldn’t see you. “The cuffs help,” you told him. “You help too.”

A small smile appeared on Bucky’s face and he opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. “Good. Consider me your official holiday helper. I’m here as long as you need me.”

When you couldn’t help but smile back, you knew you were finally feeling more like your normal self. Bucky’s shoulders relaxed against the wall as you carefully untucked your chin from your knees and stretched your legs out in front of you, just like him.

The two of you sat in silence for a few more minutes, until finally you couldn’t take the toilet brush pressing up against your spine any longer. Bucky seemed to read your thoughts because he stood and held out both hands to help you up from the floor. The towel fell as you took them gratefully, then carefully climbed to your feet. Your legs shook a little while you adjusted to being upright again, and your stomach growled, but after a moment you felt ready to walk.

Silently, Bucky shed his jacket and draped it over the cuffs. The only key was at the compound, locked up in Stark’s lab, meaning you’d have to wear them the rest of the way home. It didn’t bother you, but you could tell from one look at Bucky’s face that he felt terrible about cuffing you.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him. “I’m alright. You did what you needed to do to help me and keep everyone safe.”

He sighed. “I know, but—”

“No buts,” you said, shaking your head. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, knowing that if you tried to aim for his lips you’d probably lose your balance. “I promise it’s okay. I trust you.”

After taking a deep breath, Bucky nodded and opened the bathroom door. You followed him a few steps out into the hallway.

“Wait! What about the bathroom?” you hissed. You leaned past him to check that no one was coming up the stairs who might overhear.

He turned and looked at you, then glanced over your shoulder at the open door. You’d left the light on, and from where you stood, only a few of the tiles you’d accidentally ripped from the shower were visible.

“I’ll say it was me. I got overwhelmed and lashed out.”

The guilt was back again, squeezing at your heart, but there was something else there, too.

“Bucky…”

“It’s okay, doll,” he said, shaking his head. He gave you a small smile. It didn’t quite reach his eyes, but you knew he was only smiling to reassure you. “I’ve got broad shoulders. I can handle it.”

“But you don’t have to. I could tell them—”

He cut you off before you could even finish your sentence. “Are you ready to do that?”

Reluctantly, you answered, “Well, no, but—”

“Then you don’t have to. Your powers can stay a secret as long as you’d like. I can take the blame. Stark will foot the bill to fix it, you know he will. What’s one more ruined bathroom on my ledger?”

The thought of there somewhere being a list of bathrooms Bucky had ruined made you smile a little bit, and this time, Bucky’s returning smile reached all parts of his expression.

“Just add it to the list, huh?” you teased.

He huffed, still smiling, and started walking away. You followed him down the hall, then let him stabilize you as you carefully descended the two flights of stairs to the ground floor of your parent’s house. Chaos still reigned, and you clung close to his side as Bucky led you by the elbow through the throngs of extended family members crowding the living room and kitchen.

It seemed nobody had noticed you leave, nor did they notice your return. They did, however, notice when Bucky started to collect all your belongings and presents while you stood there in silence with his jacket draped over your arms.

“Sweetheart, where are you going?” your mom asked. She climbed over your twin cousins to put a hand on your shoulder. Everyone’s eyes fell on you and conversations began to hush.

It took every ounce of willpower not to shy away from her touch, but you shifted your weight from one foot to the other as you frantically tried to come up with an excuse. Bucky noticed, of course, because he quickly came to your rescue.

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry, but I need to leave. Y/N wanted to stay, but we’ve got plans later with some friends of mine and it’s easier if we leave together,” he said. His Brooklyn accent coated each word like honey, and you knew he was hamming it up a little bit for her sake. “I need to apologize, too. I left a bit of a mess in your upstairs bathroom. I wasn’t feeling too well.”

Your mom’s face twisted in sympathy and she patted Bucky’s arm. If you hadn’t known her as well as you did, you would’ve missed the way her eyebrows pinched together when the prosthetic didn’t give way under her touch, but it made the frustration inside of you rear its ugly head when you did. He’d kept his arm well under wraps since meeting your family. Some of them had probably figured out who he was, but they’d kept it themselves, and you were thankful. Bucky had deserved a restful holiday, not one where he felt pressured to be something or somebody he wasn’t.

“Oh, that’s okay, sweetheart,” she replied. “I hope you feel better soon.”

Bucky nodded and smiled politely, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders. He held the gifts and your bag and jacket in his other hand, up out of the way of children’s sticky fingers and the drinks and food scattered across every flat surface imaginable.

“Thank you. Y/N can send you the address for any cleaning or repairs you’ll need on the bathroom. I’ll cover everything.”

“Repairs? What—”

Before she could even ask, Bucky had whisked you away from her and out into the cold. You called back a “Merry Christmas” to your mom and the rest of your family just as the front door slammed behind you.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you home so we can get these off, yeah?”

You nodded and let Bucky help you into the passenger seat of his car. He buckled your seatbelt before loading the gifts into the trunk and climbing into the driver’s seat. Your breath blew out in white puffs as he turned the key in the ignition and buckled his seatbelt. The car had been sitting outside so long that the windshield was covered with frost, but it defrosted quickly. You were on your way in minutes, and most of your family was none the wiser.

Snow began to fall as Bucky drove back to the compound. You leaned your head against the window, ignoring the cold as the flakes fell steadily all around you. At some point, his hand wandered to rest on your thigh, and you smiled the rest of the way home.

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