#the sound i made when he hugged the snowman

[minniedeer]

little frost prince ❄️

#xiumin #minseok #brand new #exo #220926 #frost #mv #powers #xiumv #my gif #my stuff #:minnie #mvz #sorry i forgot how to gif it's been so long #he is so CUTE #the sound i made when he hugged the snowman #anyway guess which song's gonna be on repeat all day :)

[sofiafantasies]

Imagine: Jack observing you tuck in your sibling into bed that believes in him

Disclaimer; This is inspired by a post from @cutiepieloves131

"Cupcake!" You called for your sister. She was jumping up and down on the bed. It wasn't anything new seeing her this happy. She was telling you a story. She says it happened weeks after you left for collage.

Cupcake ran outside her room and into the kitchen. "Yeah?" You looked at her after drying your hands on your shirt. "Uh, why don't you go to bed, I'll tuck you in and you can tell me all about it, okay?" You walked up to her and crouched down placing your hand on her shoulder.

She smiled widely and nodded. She ran up to her room and you stood up laughing and shacking your head. You walked upstairs and opened Cupcake's room. She was jumping around and waving to the window or whoever was outside.

You walked next to her. "Uh, Cupcake, who are waving at, honey?" She looked at you with a big grin. "Jack Frost!" She said. You puckered your lips and nodded slowly. "Who- you know what? Doesn't matter." You gestured to the bed. "Get on the bed, please."

She turned around and walked to the bed. You came to the other side of the bed not noticing a certain winter spirit watching you through the window. "Cupcake?" You asked as she seemed to look around her bed. "What are you looking for?"

"My unicorn. Have you seen it?" She asked desperately. You looked around and saw it near me in the window seat. You smiled and walked over there. You picked it up and as you stood you noticed frost on the window. "Weird..." You mumble totally obvious to the person hanging upside down your window, observing you.

"Cupcake, I found her..." You turned to look at the he window one last time and then walked towards Cupcake and walked to the other side of the bed. "Yay! Thank you!" She hugged the plush and you smiled. "So, that story?" You sat on the bed facing her.

"Right!" She sat up on the bed. "So it all started outside two days after you left. I was building a snowman and all of a sudden a snowball hit me!" She laughed and so did you.

"When I turned around I saw Jamie and his friends. We started playing with the snow until Jamie fell and rode his sled all over the streets! It was awesome!" She stood up and spread her arms and giggled. You laughed as Jack - who still observed you two - chuckled.

"But he did end up with a missing teeth..." You sighted and placed a hand in her chubby cheek. "I'm glad you got the courage to have fun and play with kids about your age."

"Me too! Then there was this whole thing where the Easter bunny didn't show up. But after Jamie made us believe in the Tooth Fairy, Sandman, The Easter Bunny, Santa Clause, and Jack Frost!"

You looked at her confused. "Jack Frost?" You asked as you pulled her down to lay on her bed. "Yeah! Jack Frost, is the spirit of winter and now guardian of fun!" She got comfy and you smiled at her. "How does he look like?" You asked. "Well, close your eyes." You did what Cupcake said.

"Imagine a guy with white hair-"

"White?" You asked as you opened your eyes. "Yes white now close your eyes!" She giggled and you closed your eyes. "Okay, so, he has pale skin, blue eyes, he wears a blue hoodie with brown pants, and he's usually and all the time, barefoot."

"Hmm, he's cute." You said with your eyes still closed. "You have even seen him!" She giggled. Jack chuckled as he got right side up and observed you. You opened your eyes and laughed. "Well, I'm imagining him!" You tickled her and she laughed telling you to stop and you did.

"Okay, no more games. You have school tomorrow." You said and Cupcake's smile dropped. "I don't wanna go to school..." She sounded sad which got yours and Jack's attention. "Why?" You asked as you tucked her in. "The kids at school think I'm weird."

"Aw, Cupcake, I'm sorry. What do they say to you?" You placed your hand in her cheek. "They say all types of mean things." She hugs her unicorn closer. "You don't have to tell me now just know you are beautiful," You said already getting an idea of why they are being mean to her.

"Smart, kind, and very sweet. Don't let anybody tell you otherwise." You say as you grab her hands. "You are gorgeous, inside and out. Okay?"

"Okay." She smiled and you smiled as well. You kissed her forehead and stood up. Jack looks at you with a soft smile. You walked to the door and opened it. "Okay, goodnight." You say as you look at her tired figure. "Goodnight." You frowned and then you got an idea. "I'll bake you some cookies tomorrow, yeah?" You say as you reach for the lights.

"Yeah!" She yelled making you giggled. You look out the window seeing the frost still there, both Frost. You smirked and turned the lights off. You close the door behind you. Jack moves to the next window and looks at you. "Jack Frost, eh?" You say to yourself.

#RoTG #jack frost x reader #jack frost #tooth fairy #easter bunny #Sandman #North #santa claus #Rise of The Guardians #x reader

[allywthsr]

WANNA BUILD A SNOWMAN| (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando go outside when it snows

wordcount: 1.1k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: what are we thinking??

advent calendar

”Lando! It’s snowing!“

You sat on the couch when you looked outside and saw the white flakes falling from the sky.

”It’s just snow“, he chuckled.

”But it rarely snows in the UK!“

”I‘m sure it won’t even stay for long, it‘ll probably melt right away.“

With a pout you looked at him and continued swiping through instagram, liking fan edits. Today was a chill day, Lando had no training and you had no work, it was perfect. Lando turned on the TV and put on something random on YouTube, you two were cuddling on the couch, he lay on the long end of the couch, while you were laying almost on top of him, cuddling to his side with your head resting on his chest and your legs tangled. To no surprise, you two fell asleep pretty quickly, and when you woke up, some random stuff was playing on the TV, when you slowly blinked and looked outside the window, the whole garden was white and covered with a thick layer of snow. It was still snowing pretty heavily and your jaw dropped at the sight, you looked at Lando and saw him still sound asleep. Either you woke him up or went outside without him, you couldn’t wait to get out there, even if it made you seem like a two-year-old, you loved snow and loved building snowmen. You turned off the TV and grabbed your phone to look at the time, 4:00 pm, what a perfect timing to spend the rest of the day outside.

To your luck, Lando began to stir because you weren’t lying next to him anymore, with a groan he opened his eyes and stretched his arms over his head.

”Why did you move away?“, he mumbled with closed eyes and a hand searching for you, you grabbed that hand and linked your fingers together.

”Look outside baby, it snowed!“

He opened one eye and looked outside the window, ”Do you wanna build a snowman?“, he quoted the Frozen song.

”Oh baby, that was probably the most romantic thing you ever said.“

He burst out laughing and the high-pitched sound echoed through the house, it made you smile. He kissed your hand and got up, checking his phone quickly before you two got ready for the cold. You stole another hoodie from Lando and pulled it on, the big quadrant logo was hidden by your winter jacket, your gloves and beanies were put on and you were ready to go outside. Lando was looking just like you, like a little marshmallow, wrapped in his jacket, beanie, gloves, and scarf on.

You opened the living room door and together you went outside, the snowflakes landed on your beanie, and Lando pulled out his phone and took a picture of you, you were looking super cute.

But quickly you got to work, forming a small ball of snow and rolling it around the ground, Lando was doing the same, rolling the ball until it got big enough. You worked on the bottom ball and Lando was doing the middle, you were walking through the whole backyard, collecting the snow.

Lando and you felt like little kids again, playing in the snow like you saw it for the first time.

Lando placed the head of the snowman on the other two balls and you went searching for rocks, to place as his eyes and mouth. When you returned, Lando was just walking inside to look for a carrot in your fridge, yesterday you made him a snack plate with different vegetables and he didn’t know if the carrots were still there. Luckily a few were lying on the bottom of the fridge, he grabbed one and headed outside again.

He pressed the carrot in the snow and you looked at the snowman in front of you, it made you so happy, clapping your hands and jumping up and down, literally like a three-year-old, but Lando still looked at you with adoration in his eyes. He pulled you in for a kiss and a hug, squeezing you tight.

”I wanna take a picture“, you wiggled out of his grip and put your phone against a glass that stood on top of the table, opening the camera app and setting the timer on ten seconds.

Quickly you run back to Lando, in his arms, and kissed his lips until you hear the shutter go off. You grabbed your phone and looked at the picture, you could clearly see you kissing in the foreground and the snow and the snowflakes in the distance. You made a mental note, that you had to set it as your background later. While you were busy with your phone, Lando hit your back with a snowball.

”No, you did not“, with a grin you packed your phone back in your pocket and grabbed snow in your hands, and formed it into a ball. You threw it towards Lando but failed the direction miserably. He started laughing and formed another snowball, hitting you this time on your leg, you tried again, creating a smaller ball, and threw it towards him, this time hitting him lightly on his stomach.

You hid behind trees, but it was no use, Lando found you every time and hit you, even if it was very briefly, with a snowball.

When he turned his back to you, you seized the opportunity and ran as quietly as you could behind him, grabbing a bunch of snow and letting that go directly over his head, so he was showered with snow. With a shocked expression, he looked at you, ”You‘ll get that back!“.

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you gently into the snow, laying down on top of you, securing your body between his and the ground. You two looked into each others eyes and the sexual tension started to rise, but before anything happened, Lando kissed your forehead and pushed himself to the floor next to you. He started to make a snow angel, moving his arms and legs through the snow, motivating you to do the same.

When you sat in the living room with a hot drink in your hands and Lando cuddling with you under the blanket, you looked back to the beautiful snow day you had.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #formula 1 #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando norris one shot #lando imagine #christmas #snow

[esmedelacroix]

11 days til' Christmas

ot8!ateez and their drunken habits on christmas ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Hongjoong - The Clingy One

You were at Hongjoong's childhood house for the holidays celebrating Christmas with his family. There was a reason Hongjoong didn’t like drinking too much around his group members but you didn’t know what it was.

You would find out this Christmas when you made him a cocktail. Hongjoong’s family naturally welcomed you with open arms after he had made the revelation that you were a bartender.

They were tired of just drinking plain soju every year. When you got into the kitchen you made a multitude of holiday-themed alcoholic beverages.

“Here you go,” you said as you slid Hongjoong his fifth dirty snowman(spiked hot chocolate) of the night.

He was so lost in conversation with his cousins that he didn’t realize how much he had been drinking. That was until he wrapped his arm around your waist and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “You good?” you asked him as you continued to make a drink for his mom.

“Yeah,” he murmured into your neck.

It was sweet but very out of character for him. He was very touchy but usually in private. You turned to look at him, noticing that he had the worst flush you had ever seen.

“Oh my god, Hongjoong, are you drunk?” you asked between giggles.

“Nooooo,” he denied as he hugged you again and kissed your neck.

“Yea you are,” you said laughing.

“Ugh, that’s how my boy always is, always hugging and saying ‘I love you’ when he’s drunk,” his mother chuckled as she came into the kitchen.

“You’re not going to be able to get him off of you for the rest of the night,” his cousin chimed in.

Although it was uncommon for Hongjoong to be this affectionate in public places it felt kind of nice.

On top of being clingy, he also got very quiet and gloomy when you weren't around and tried to lock himself in the cabinet??!!

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Seonghwa - The Sleepy Beauty

The electricity was out and you and Seonghwa were curled up in front of your fireplace wrapped in a blanket building a Lego Death Star while keeping each other warm.

It was the most brutal snowstorm of the year. You could hear the screams and shouts of little children playing outside in the snow. The sounds of sled racing down the hill you lived on and the drip drip drop of the tap in the kitchen never really stopped. We have to get that checked out, you thought to yourself

You and Seonghwa made it a mission to try and finish the eggnog that was sitting in the fridge before it went bad. Once you got tired of the taste, you both decided to go for the wine instead. It was Christmas anyway.

"Finally," you sighed as the two of you finally finished the Death Star as well as two bottles of red wine.

"It looks amazing right Seonghwa?" you asked after hearing no response he felt something touch your lap.

Seonghwa had passed out just from drinking some wine. Or maybe you just could hold alcohol a lot better than he could. You felt really bad that you didn't slow down and make sure that he was okay.

You ran your hands through his hair slowly. You heard him hum at the relaxing feeling. "You're awake?" you asked.

"Hmm," he answered confirming he was still awake.

"Oh goodness, I thought you passed out," you sighed in relief.

You handed him water to help him sober up. He was still just very tired. You vaguely remember Hongjoon talking about how quiet and tired Seonghwa got whenever he was drunk.

The two of you curled up by the fireplace and napped for almost the rest of the day, one of your best Christmas' yet.

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Yunho - The (Bad)Dancer

Once all the Christmas festivities came to an end and both of your families left your place you and Yunho were gassed. Of course, you enjoyed having both your families over but it was no easy feat hosting a holiday celebration.

Thankfully they had all left quite early but the two of you were bored and seeking some excitement. What better place to go than to a bar on Christmas night?

Most weren't open for the holidays but one was. The bar was mostly full of singles moping over beers, and old men watching soccer matches on the TV because half of the town lost their electricity.

The two of you took a seat at the be together. "Is that really you?" Sang-hee, your best friend and owner of the bar, quipped as she gave Yunho a nod hello.

"Merry Christmas Sang-hee, can we start with two milk and cookie shots and two Mrs. Claws Cocktails," you asked as you put your purse down.

"Of course, that on the house, but what are you two doing at a bar on Christmas night? Should you be getting freaky deaky by the fireplace?" she asked as you made your drinks.

The two of you laughed at her teasing feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks. "Just give us our drinks Snag-hee," you said, rolling your eyes playfully.

The two of you finished your drinks while talking your heads off with Sang-hee joining in occasionally. "Sang-hee, two peppermint bark shots please," Yunho said, feeling all giddy and tingly getting buzzed.

"I don't think I'll drink anymore, I still need to drive," you said as you sipped your water.

"Then I'll drink for you," Yunho reassured as he took your shot.

He started to stagger a bit and slur his words and you realized that it was probably time to go home. You turned to face Yunho but he was no wear to be found.

"Hey, have you seen-," you started before being interrupted by lots of laughter and clapping behind you.

Once you turned toward the commotion, you saw your husband dancing like a lunatic on the dance floor. You let out a sigh and watched him dance his heart out. It was a common occurrence for him to start dancing when he was wasted but it was never good.

Every time you told him that he danced when he was drunk, he never believed you. So you took the liberty to take out your phone and videotape him dancing.

Once he began to trip over his own feet you knew it was definitely time to take him home. You draped his arm over your shoulder and helped him walk out as the whole bar cheered for him and asked for one more performance.

As you drove him home he still continued to bob his head violently to the music playing and you couldn't help but laugh to yourself.

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Yeosang - The Nonsense Texter

It was the first Christmas since you started dating Yeosang that you had to do it long distance. After your own Christmas celebrations, you got into bed and texted Yeosang. You had seen in his story that he had gone drinking with his group members that night.

You: yeosangie! how was your Christmas?

Yeosang: g

Yeosang: goo

You: what?

Yeosang: D u lov me?

You: um yes?

Yeosang: rely?

You: yes, are you drunk?

You laughed to yourself in your bed realizing that he was definitely drunk. It was very uncommon for Yeosang. He held his alcohol very well, you had only ever seen him drunk on occasion but you never took him for a drunken texter.

Yeosang: who i this?

You: It's me babe 😭❤️

Yeosang: what?

You: yeosangie?

Yeosang: ples stob it, only my girfrend calls me tha

You: i am your girlfriend...

Yeosang: o, hi baby

You chuckled to yourself at his texting. He barely made any sense. You took some screenshots just in case he tried to delete the messages out of embarrassment.

You: i'm going to let you sleep now, gn

Yeosang: who is thi?

You chuckled putting your phone away, getting ready for bed. You were so ready to tease him about it in the morning.

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San - The flirt

Christmas was definitely interesting with San staying at your house. You asked him to be on his best behavior at home but your parents didn't really mind with playful manner.

It was your first time bringing a boyfriend home, especially for such an important holiday.

Your parents were ecstatic that you were bringing a boy home and took every chance to embarrass you. Whether it was your dad telling him about your failed attempts at dating in high school or your mom showing him your baby and puberty photos.

San teased you about your emo phase throughout Christmas Eve dinner and you swore to get your revenge once you went to his parents’ place for New Year's.

Christmas Day was always hectic at your house. You were always cooking dishes and making sure everyone looked good for photos.

That Christmas you would be the one to make dessert and you dragged San into your endeavors. The two of you finally agreed on making strawberry swirl cheesecake after much debating.

At your shared apartment you and San always cooked while drinking wine so you did just that. San had a bit too much to drink but he was having a good time at dinner.

But your father kept filling his wine glass and he felt bad saying no so he just kept drinking. San would usually just be all lovey-dovey with you when he was drunk so you wouldn’t mind your family seeing him wasted.

To your support, he put his arm around your mom’s shoulders and kept on trying to make advances. It was entertaining, to say the least, he didn’t do anything crazy but he had mistaken your mom for you.

The two of you did look alike but she was flattered at how young he thought she looked.

It took you shaking his shoulder and reminding you of your existence, for him to stop flirting with your literal mother.

Your dad thought it was cute and your family couldn’t stop laughing about it even the next day. Once they had informed San about it he was humiliated. You poked fun at him about it, giving him the karma he deserved for making fun of your emo era.

In the bed, he got what he deserved but you concluded that you couldn’t take your flirty drunk boyfriend anywhere.

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Mingi - The Walking Speaker

You and Mingi were ready for Christmas. There were gifts under the tree. All the shopping was done and the house was prepared to receive your friends and family for the holidays.

The two of you finally plopped down on your couch and popped open a bottle of wine to share. The two of you silently enjoyed each other’s presence cuddled on the couch.

Mingi didn’t usually drink alcohol. He had made an effort not to drink years ago but he occasionally drank with you and his closest friends from time to time.

He got drunk pretty quickly. He often talked about holding his alcohol well but once he drank a bit he was wasted.

You decided to put the bottle and join Mingi on the couch. You could decide on a Christmas movie to watch. You wanted to watch “Love Hard”(one of the best Christmas movies ever) and Mingi wanted to watch “Love Actually”(the worst Christmas ‘romance’ film to ever exist).

You decided to just let Mingi choose any movie but “Love Actually” and he chose to watch “The Grinch Who Stole Christmas” The two of you were polar opposites when it came to romance films. You had the correct opinions and he had the wrong ones.

He liked, “The Notebook” and “Lala Land”(most overhyped romances) You loved, “It’s a Boy Girl Thing” and “Dirty Dancing”(best movies ever).

Halfway through the scene in the Grinch’s layer, Mingi yells, “Oh no, is he going steal Christmas?”

“Oh my god, you scared me,” you said placing a hand over your pounding heart.

"Sorry!" he shouted right in your ear laughing at your reaction.

“Oh Mingi, must you always be this loud?” you complained leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Jagiya, let’s play a game,” he suggested pausing the movie.

“Okay,” you said skeptically.

You knew exactly what game he was talking about and you let out an exaggerated sigh. Mingi’s favorite game to play when he was drunk was a game where you yell in the other person's face and see who does it louder.

So you spent the next minute yelling in each other's faces before you rested your head in his lap unable to contain your laughter.

“Okay that’s enough,” you chuckled.

The two of you continued the movie along with Mingi’s loud and unhinged reactions to the Grinch ruining Christmas for all the whos in Whoville.

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Wooyoung - The Gossip/Eavsdropper

You were having lunch with Wooyoung after a successful day of last-minute Christmas Eve shopping. "Feels so good to be done," you sighed after the two of you ordered your food.

"Finishing Christmas shopping should be a celebration in itself, so I ordered us a bottle," Wooyoung replied.

"Seriously? The plan wasn't to get day drunk," you joked, shaking your head at him.

"We won't get day drunk, I hold my liquor pretty well," he said.

"That's what you say every single time. Then I end up having to haul your ass into the car," you teased.

"Well not this time," he assured.

But then it was one glass. Then two, then one more.

You only had a bit because you knew you would be driving the two of you home. Wooyoung wasn't all that crazy when he was drunk he acted almost completely normal. Almost.

"Did you hear that?" he asked.

You shook your head about to ask him what he was talking about but he violently shushed you. He listened to something attentively for a minute before finally turning back to you.

"The two girls behind us are seeing the same guy," he whispered.

"No way," you gasped.

"I don't like to gossip but I think one of them is his wife and the other is the mistress," he said, leaving you completely gagged.

"And get this, the mistress is 15 years younger than him," he started.

"No," you said in denial.

"And they're both in on it, they're planning to share his money when the geezer dies," he continued.

"You gotta be kidding me," you denied as you sipped your mocktail.

"Because the two women are seeing each other, they're dating behind the guy's back," he finished.

Your mouth was hanging open, you were completely gagged and impressed at his eavesdropping skills.

"But I'm not gossiping," he said.

"Yes you are, you always do when you’re drunk," you teased, getting ready to leave.

"I am not drunk," he rebutted as he took your hand and slid it into his pocket to keep you warm.

You leaned your head on his shoulder before saying, "I love you,"

"Babe, I think I'm drunk," he replied.

You laughed at his very late realization and enjoyed your afternoon with him as he gossiped some more.

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Jongho - The Liar

Christmas dinner with your boyfriend Jongho and his group members was a tradition that you always looked forward to. It was nice to see Jongho interact with his friends.

Even more fun to drink alcohol with all of them. You had never ever seen Jongho drunk, maybe a little tipsy but never drunk. The goal every year was to outdrink him but you always got wasted way before him and ended up having to go home early.

It was ironic how he was the youngest out of all of his group members and could still outdrink all of them. He was the oldest and the youngest in a way.

The two of you were running a little late but when you finally arrived you were greeted with smiles and hugs from everyone. All of you sat and exchanged gifts and got straight to partying.

Once everyone but Jongho(of course) was pretty much buzzed and all of you were tired of the drinking games you started talking about their latest comeback.

"The tour was so crazy, did you see how Wooyoung put the cake in Hongjoong's face?" Mingi chuckled.

"Yeah, I saw the video, it was hilarious," you laughed.

"Yeah, did you also see when we performed with Beyoncé?" Jongjo asked.

"What?! You guys met Beyoncé?" you asked, extremely shocked that you were never informed of this.

"Yeah we're working on a song with her don't tell anyone though," he revealed nonchalantly.

You looked around at his members in shock. They all nodded along holding in laughter and Mingi confirmed it was true with a snicker.

"What? Why are you guys laughing?" you asked cluelessly.

"He's tipsy," Yeosang said.

Jongho? Tipsy? Your Jongho, was tipsy?

"He lies when he's intoxicated," Yeosang explained.

You never thought you'd live to see the day he was drunk. You found it so cute that he couldn’t tell the truth when he was drunk either.

Sharing this moment with him was the best Christmas gift ever. Even though he still ended up having to carry you up the stairs because you had passed out.

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[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚

A day at the station reveals more truth than you could have ever imagined — not in the presence of your boys and little ones, or how they were so gentle with the young ones in their joy for festivities.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༄ Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ༄ 1.1k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ༄ Fluff, Bucky is really good with kids (despite the almost debilitating injury), implied spice, Baby Fever

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ༄ I am not projecting, am I?

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ༄ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The station was bursting with life; screams of glee and shouts of joy echoed off of the brick walls of the garage. Children were dashing back and forth, mitten-covered hands covered in snow, while balls of the flurries were being pelted to and fro, hitting the shoulders and backs of everyone in range of the deadly projectiles. 

You were standing just inside the garage door, leaning against the opening with a fond smile pulling at your lips. The children, while only small, had power behind each throw that impressed not only you, but the whole of the crew. 

Though, you only had eyes for the men that were standing either side of their snowman — the ugly Christmas sweaters you gave them both that morning contrasted against the dull white of the snow they were fiddling with. 

Bucky’s voice carried over to you, and he sounded frustrated at the workings of his partner and his way with the snow. “No, Stevie, I told you, you gotta do it like–” 

SMACK

Snow covered Bucky’s side, falling to the cold pavement beneath his feet. 

His accusing stare scanned the crowd of children for the culprit; all of them squealed and ran for cover as he advanced. “That’s it! You’re all gettin’ thrown in the snow!”

You laughed heartily as Bucky chased them; his arms wide as they giggled with the thrill. From the corner of your eyes, you spotted Steve walking towards you, and his boots crunched over the snow on the pavement. He leaned against the wall next to you. 

“He’s so damn dramatic,” Steve said, a slight laugh in his voice. “I swear.”

“He’s your husband,” you reminded him, winking. “Besides, it’s cute.”

One of the children shouted as Bucky cornered them and scooped her into his arms. “Uncle—uncle! It wasn’t me!”

Steve laughed when the child squirmed, and Bucky grunted as one of their snow-boot clad feet connected with his inner thigh, and oh so close to–

“Dammit,” Bucky groaned, ignoring their giggles. “Shit.” 

The kid fled from the crime scene, leaving Bucky buckled over in either shock or pain, you could not tell.

“He said a naughty word,” a boy cried, pointing at Bucky. The parents that were lounging in the garage laughed and shook their heads, and Bucky, the angel he ever was, looked at the boy with a sickly-sweet smile. 

“Only grownups can say that, alright?” he reaffirmed, voice still strained as he attempted to stand straight. The boy nodded and ran off to join the others, and then Steve strode forward. Bucky narrowed his eyes. “What’re you doin’, Stevie?” 

Steve shook his head, and what happened next made your heart swell. 

Both men, so similar in stature, stood side by side to watch the kids run rampant through the yard of the station; matching sweaters in blues and golds, then reds and greens. 

The child who had almost given Bucky a grievous injury suddenly appeared at his side, and they hugged his knees, their lips moving as they spoke. Bucky leaned down to pick the kid up and place them on his hip, where their feet swung back and forth across his back and front. 

“Oh,” you whispered, and your hand moved to cover your mouth, stifling the sound of your affection. The kid’s lips were moving, and so were Steve’s; Bucky was staring between the two with a deep affection that you yourself felt in your soul. You couldn’t make out what they were saying, so consumed in the sight of the two men interacting with a child with such ease, as though they were naturally paternal. “Oh, no.”

Two sets of blue eyes found yours, and you started in place. “You alright, Cherry?” Bucky asked, raising his chin; a spark of mischief in his stare. “We don’t have anythin’ on our faces, do we?”

“No,” you said, far too quickly, and you cursed yourself. “No, you’re fine—totally fine. I was admiring your sweaters.”

Bucky scrunched his nose and laughed — the kind that warmed you from the inside. 

The sweaters they wore, while ugly, were a blessing as the day wore on — chilled air whipped through the snow-covered trees, and you shivered just as Steve yelled, “C’mon, inside, kids! We can get Buck here to whip up some hot cocoa.”

The children screamed at the mention of hot cocoa, and Bucky rolled his eyes. “Typical—put me on drink duty,” he grumbled, and he leaned closer to Steve as you grabbed his arm. “You son of a–”

“Buck! There are children,” you admonished, shaking his arm. “Behave, you brute—don’t be a Grinch. Green looks good on you, but not that good.”

He strode away to the trestle tables that were filled to the point of collapsing with treats — baked goods and warm drinks only covering the beginnings of the festive feast. Kids were running beneath his feet, but he never faltered, only laughing with them as they darted forward to beat him to the goods. 

“Cherry?”

You blinked and looked around. Steve was staring at you, a small, knowing smile on his pretty lips. “What?”

The warmth from his body drew you in, and he put an arm over your shoulder to pull you closer. “You’re lookin’ pretty cute watching Buck and the kids… Somethin’ I should know?”

Time froze; stopping in its tracks with no care for how you were left flailing behind. What? 

“Wha– What do you mean?” you squeaked, staring straight into ocean eyes, absolutely and positively floored. “What the hell do you mean, ‘something I should know’?”

That same smile stayed on his lips as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear. “Don’t play innocent, now, darlin’. It doesn’t suit you.”

You spluttered and pushed away from Steve, the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. Sure, you had thought of it, especially after seeing Bucky hold the child with such ease; after Steve took to wrangling the many kids so effortlessly. 

In a last-ditch effort to protect what dignity you felt you had left, you narrowed your eyes at the blond. “No.”

“No?” he repeated, almost laughing. “What do you mean, no?”

“No.” 

Steve shook his head, and stepped closer. “Never you mind, doll. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“There is no secret,” you huffed, and you grudgingly let him pull you to his side again, his warm, callused hand rubbing up and down your arm; over your own warm, ugly sweater. “None at all.”

“‘Course not,” Steve agreed coyly, that damned boyish smirk on his lips. 

You watched Bucky hand out the drinks, carefully insisting each and every kid take their time and mind their feet so they didn’t trip and spill their drinks; all while that smile, charming and sweet, never left his lips. 

And, you reluctantly realised, maybe Steve had a point. “Oh, boy,” you murmured, quiet enough that no one, not even Steve, heard you. “Oh, boy.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

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[annab-nana]

“Please get off the lake-the ice is too thin to skate on and I don’t want to have to jump in after you.” With the fruity four. God Eddie would be so scared and worried but you and Robin are just having so much fun🥺

eddie is a nervous nelly and i love it hahah

warnings: not proofread

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"does the ice look a little too thin to you guys?" eddie asked as you and robin laced up your skates.

"i don't think so," you told him honestly. was it the thickest ice you've ever laid eyes on? no, but it looked fine to you.

normally, steve would be the determiner of ice thickness, but in her haste to get out the door this morning, nancy only grabbed one of her skates. steve offered to drop robin with you and eddie while he took nancy back to her place to get her other ice skate. so it was just you, robin, and a very nervous eddie.

"are you not joining us?" robin questioned eddie once she took notice of how he wasn't changing out his boots for skates.

"nah," he responded, his breath visible as it exited his mouth, "i think i'll wait for steve and nancy to get back.

"suit yourself," robin stated. she stood and held her hand out to you. "let's go shred some ice."

"wait," eddie called, standing when you two neared the edge of the lake. "why don't we all wait for them to get back? then, we can all skate together."

robin rolled her eyes and shook her head while you spoke up. "eddie, we've been waiting all year for the weather to get like this so we could skate."

"and steve literally told me before he left to go ahead and start without him," robin added. "if you want to skate together, then come on and skate with us."

eddie's lack of movement told you both he was going to wait, so you made your way onto the lake.

about five minutes passed of you two having the time of your lives on the ice and of eddie sitting on the edge of the bench before he had had enough.

"y/n! robin!" your giggles of glee quietened at the sound of your names and you glided over to eddie. "please get off the lake. the ice is too thin to skate on and i don’t want to have to jump in after you, so please, for my sanity, get off the lake."

robin went to protest, but your hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"okay," you gave in, turning to robin who threw you an incredulous look. "we can wait until steve comes back. he'll feel better once he's got steve's approval and they should be back any minute now anyway."

"fine," robin replied with no enthusiasm at all.

"oh thank god," eddie breathed out, hugging you both once you were safely off the lake. robin pushed back a little bit while you let him hug you.

"sorry about her," you mumbled into eddie's ear when you pulled away.

"well, you know what you have to do now, munson?" robin proposed while you and eddie both waited to see where she was headed. "you have to entertain us, so go ahead. entertain."

eddie looked at you to which you shrugged. then, he let his eyes scan the area around you all.

"wanna make snow angels or build a snowman?" he inquired, looking between the two of you.

robin and you shared a look in your eye and you knew then that you were both choosing the same thing.

"snowman."

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[cookieswithay]

🎄Christmas Rottmnt...headcanonsish!

(🎅Rated E for everyone!)

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• Leo, the snowman☃️

• "Okay, my little mistletoe~"

• Leo purred (with his usual charming smile.) He set his hands on the box. Sticking his fingers directly under the seams of the wrapping paper.

• "Let's see what you got me."

• With one motion, ALL the wrapping paper torn was off. Super confused and a little impressed, you looked too Donnie.

• "Leo has the "perfect" method to remove wrapping paper."

• He replied, deadpan. You snickered and looked back at your boyfriend, waiting for his reaction.

• He raised it up.

• "What's this?"

• He asked, softly. You cleared your throat. Time for the present's dramatic origin story! You sat down next to him.

• "I noticed whenever you post your "champion" pictures on Tok Tik, you only have shades and a robe hanging off of you."

• You looked down and tugged a loose thread out of your jeans.

• "So, I bought you a crown."

• "It'll look nice on you."

• ...That didn't sound nearly as powerful as it did in your head.

• Leo closed his mouth and put the his crown back in the box. He just stared at with a neutral expression. You looked around.

• "...Do you like it-?"

• The moment those words left your mouth, you were smooched and spun around in the air.

• "Oh my gosh! You are so thoughtful!"

• Leo shouted, still spinning you. You said a dizzy "yer welcome" and he finally stopped.

• "Hold on, I got the perfect thing."

• He said. He rummaged through his jean pockets. And out came the pinnacle of Christmas traditions.

• "Mistletoe~"

• Your cheeks burned. He's not gonna set you free in awhile.

🎄

• Donnie claus🎅

• "You're my secret Santa, right?"

• Donnie asked. You nodded quickly. That was his, alright. You made the "go on" motion. Normally, you're not one to rush, but you were dying to see his reaction. Noticing your eagerness, he snickered and slowly peeled the wrapping paper away.

• He looked closer.

• "Lou jitsu: the video game?"

• You slid next to him, bumping his shoulder.

• "Uh-huh. But unlike the original that only pixels, this is remastered."

• You replied, rolling the R. Noticing all the brothers looked puzzled, you decided to go with the simple yet awesome explanation. You stood up.

• "Let's just say I persuaded Jace into remaking the game this Christmas."

• You said with a smug smile. Obviously, you let your fist do the talking. You're real, like that. Donnie shot up next to you.

• "You shook down the purple dragons for me?"

• You nodded.

• "Even got 'im add to a dlc."

• "Plot written by me, of course."

• D took a breath, kissed you on the cheek, and headed towards the bathroom.

• "Where are you going?"

• Mikey asked. (Already tearing into his present.)

• "Too much eggnog."

• Donnie said, tearfully.

🎄

• Mikey, the red nosed reindeer🦌

• "Wow...it's so big!"

• Mikey laughed. He shook the box around. Which was bad for the gift.

• "Is it just one thing or a bunch of doohickeys?"

• You clamped your hands over his, your chest on his shell.

• "Just open it and find out."

• You said calmly, hiding your nervousness well. He nodded and got to shredding. He was gobsmacked when he saw the shinier box underneath.

• "Oh. Me. Gosh."

• "The Jupiter Jim super awesome fan box!?"

• You nodded, a little smile on your face. You gifted all the boys (and Splinter) Jupiter Jim stuff, but...your boyfriend got the best one.

• "Aw, what?"

• Leo whined in the background. You weren't sure why he was pouting. You got him the BIG set of JJ posters.

• "Posters, stickers, comic books,"

• "Ah! It's got everything!"

• Mikey looked at you with a HUGE smile. You suddenly lost your footing and was pulled into a very tight hug.

• "You're the nicest, sweetest, nicest, person ever."

• He gushed into your shoulder. You kissed him on the cheek and then realized your leg kinda hurts...Did this boy trip you?

🎄

• Raph Frost❄

• "Can I take off the blindfold now?"

• Raph asked, reaching for it. You answered with a sharp 'no' and he totally stopped. He was pretty confused since wrapping paper is enough to cover a gift. Why all the secrecy? After some scuffling and scolding Splinter for trying to "taste test" the gift, you put your hand on Raph's.

• "Okay...you can take it off now."

• You said, quietly. He snatched the 'fold off and looked down. His mouth instantly watered.

• "You made me a cake!?"

• You nodded, getting shy. You wiped your hands wiped on your apron.

• "Funds were kinda low this year, so I could only make you somethi-"

• Raph pulled you close.

• (With one hand, mind you.)

• "Are you kidding? I can't wait to eat this circle of festive goodness!"

• "Donnie grab the plates!"

• You felt, lowkey overwhelmed. You were expecting an awkward 'thank you' and the silent treatment. But...he's super happy. About an edible gift!?

• "You're okay with gift you can only have today!?"

• You asked, still squished against his plastron.

• "Of course, I got it from you after all."

• That one sentence...melted your frozen heart. Why is he the absolute sweetest?...But, it's just for today though! You sighed and laid into on his front shell.

• "Merry Christmas, ya dork."

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Merry Christmas! This was a last minute post, but I'm glad I did it. Did you notice the difference of each reader? I hope so. Please be merry and reblog! That would make me happy. Stay warm today everyone🥰

(Reblog list: @usoppsstar, @takibikaen, @futuristicmage, @whattraintracks, @cottoncandyclown123,)

(Most of those people are the ones who read part 2 and 1 of Donnie 0 recently. Sorry if I missed you. Merry Christmas!)

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[stevesbipanic]

After Steve and Eddie had been a couple for a little while and friends for longer they inevitably talked about their shit childhoods and even shitter dads. They made a promise to each other that if they ever had kids they wouldn't go through that and the kids they did have now would always have good childhoods monsters be damned. But something was still missing inside them, something still broken.

Which is why the list was created. Taming centrestage on their fridge in their little apartment, surrounded by Polaroids and pictures drawn by the kids. A list of all the things they wished they could've done as kids, things they could now do together, to patch that broken part.

It started with simple things, being told I love you, saying you were proud, hugs, soft kisses. It had silly things like bedtime stories and playing catch, and bike races. There were seasonal things, jumping into piles of raked leaves, flower crowns, snow angels.

Which lead them to here.

"Eddie!"

After facing real life monsters, hearing someone yell your name got you moving quickly. Eddie slid into the living room where he had heard Steve call out.

"Fuck, what's wrong Stevie!?"

"It's snowing!"

Eddie took a deep breathe trying to get his panic under control. Outside small flurries were falling.

"Fuck I thought you were dying, baby."

"Sorry, but I got excited. Do you think there will be enough to play in tomorrow?"

Eddie smiled at his boyfriend, the list had certainly helped Steve get excited over small things again.

"I don't know, sweetheart. We should get to bed soon so we can wake up early to check."

Steve had woken Eddie up many different ways since they started dating. Coffee, sound of bacon, breakfast in bed, sweet kisses and some other ways that he'd never tell the kids. All of those things were a lovely way to wake up. This morning was not one of those ways. Steve had gotten up as soon as dawn had broken, getting out bed to check outside, seeing a thick layer of snow. In his excitement he had turned and jumped on top of poor Eddie.

"Oof, angel I love you but I've already had one near death experience and as hot as you are I don't wanted to be crushed to death by you."

"Not what you said last night but sure, but Eddie there's so much snow!"

Eddie let himself be pulled out of bed by his giddy boyfriend and wrapped in warm clothes, being dragged outside into the snow. Steve giggled letting go of his hand turning around and landing in the snow immediately starting a snow angel. The cold was already started to colour their cheeks and Steve had never looked more beautiful to Eddie, completely carefree.

When Steve started shivering from the early morning, Eddie pulled him back inside for a warm breakfast, listening as Steve excitedly called the party over to play in the snow that afternoon.

Together they made more snow angels and staged an epic snowball fight.

"You can't kiss me as a distraction, Eds"

"If that's so then why did it work."

They ended their day with a snowman making competition. The kids were trying to recreate Steve, he'd told them they couldn't steal his sweater but gave them his scarf instead, they were currently trying to find the right sticks and leaves for his hair.

"No no no, we need more leaves it's not swoopy enough!"

"Dustin, those leaves aren't the right colour these sticks are!"

Steve laughed as he finished off his creation.

"Stevie, baby is that me?"

"Does the stick guitar give it away?"

"It's perfect, sweetheart."

Once everyone was too cold to stay out any longer, eventually Steve's mother instincts kicked in worried about them catching a cold, everyone crashed in the little living room. Steve made a big pot of hot cocoa and they all settled down to watch a Christmas movie.

There on the fridge, was one more thing crossed off for two men finally allowed to be boys.

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[morose-melodies]

Heyooooo!!! Can i request for yan pierro and yan pantalone, seperate, with a darling who cant decide for themselves? I always have a hard hard time when it comes to decisions whether its small or large matter, and many people think its a burden

Choices *sigh* | yandere pierro and pantalone x reader

PANTALONE

any other day, pantalone would have made this decision for you but today was your special day, so he wanted you to decide for yourself.

but you sat across from him, looking far more confused than you had to as you tried to think of a good reply to pantalone's question; "where would you like to go today?"

you didn't know where to go. there were so many places to go, how would you ever decide? you didn't know and you'd much rather pantalone surprise you than form him to make you decide.

"I dunno," you figured that was the best answer, but after seeing pantalone's smile slightly drop, you quickly followed your last statement by saying, "... you should decide where we go...because it'll be more special that way... to me."

pantalone parted his lips, to say something but stopped, just before he did, and sighed instead. you bit your bottom lip, you felt apologetic but what could you do? you really didn't know where to go.

but actually... you wanted to go to many places, lieye, inazuma, mondstadt... etc, you wanted to go sightseeing, you wanted to go a nice diner, you wanted to build a snowman... the list went on, you didn't know know what to do.

"how would that be more special, (y/n)?" pantalone questioned, he wasn't impatient, no, he was quite understanding of your indecisiveness, he understood some choices mattered more than others.

just as this one did.

and consequently, your birthday was one of his days off, so he had all the time in the world for you and only you.

"because... your input matters," you replied, fingerings at the hem of your top as you looked over to pantalone, "I can name a few places... and you can choose. does that sound good to you?"

pantalone's existing smile grew wider as he nodded to you, not hesitating, because pleasing you was what he wanted to do on your special day, that's what he wanted to do on any day.

"... a restaurant, sightseeing, the café downtown, liyue, mondstadt, inazuma, i want to visit-" you stopped the moment you heard pantalone laugh, your nails digging into the palms of your hands as you anxiously waited to hear what it was he had to say.

"perhaps we could narrow that list down... just a bit," he smiled, as he reached out to you, waited to see if you'd flinch away from him, and then placed his hand over your hand, "it would be too sudden to plan a trip to liyue, mondstadt or inazuma... how about the two of us go to the new restaurant downtown?"

you nodded, "that would be perfect," watching as pantalones eye seemed to twitch and his smile slightly dropped just as you attempted to pull your hand away from his. he hesitated before slowly moving his hand away from yours and motioned for you to stand up just as he did.

once the two had stood up, pantalone hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, afraid you'd rebuke his touches but you did nothing and leaned into the hug.

he was almost surprised when you leaned into his hug but that didn't stop him from pulling you closer to himself and letting his smile widen.

PIERRO

"you've been so busy, lord harbinger," you whispered, your arms wrapped around pierro and his around you. "and I've missed you," you added, feeling as though it was the first time in years that you had seen pierro.

"(y/n)... forgive me for not making time for you." it was late, the sun had set hours ago and pierro had come to visit you, it was unexpected but you happily accepted him into your house.

and then the big question came, "what would you like the two of us to do? to make up for the lost time." He asked, seemingly unwilling to release you from the hug you initiated.

you tensed and that's when he released you, rubbing your arm gently as he awaited your answer, "I don't know... maybe we can just stay here and do something together?"

pierro tuts, before asking, "is that what you truly want? is there nothing else you'd like to do?" his question caused you to sigh before replying with, "um... I guess we could... go to a café together? or...shop together... maybe we could go to a restaurant together?"

"shop together? that could be nice, is that what you want us to do, (y/n)?" pierro asked, and you pursed your lips, does he really want to do that? or is he just being kind?

"uhm..." you were now hesitant to say yes. you wanted him to enjoy himself too, you didn't want to be selfish... "maybe we could go... stargazing?"

pierro seemed to be without a reply for a few seconds before nodding and saying, "that would be very nice. but are you sure that's what you'd want to do?"

... you bit your lip, hard, unsure of what to say. why does he keep questioning you? does he not want to do either of the things you want to do? is he trying to make you doubt yourself purposely?

you were confused, so you figured the best thing to do was shrug.

"... what was that? did you not understand why question?" pierro asked, a brow raised and his voice questioning, "would you like to go stargazing or is there something else you'd like to do?" pierro repeated his question and you began to feel bad.

"I don't know... I just-"

"(y/n), don't allow such trifle matters to intimidate you, we could do either of these activities at another time. don't think so much, (y/n), it's not a big decision."

it's not a big decision... he's right. "uhm...," you paused, then frowned before asking, "can you just pick one? i can't decide... I'm sorry," then scratched your nose as you awaited a response.

"if thats truly what you want... then ill take you shopping, (y/n)."

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[greyghoulclub]

My fic for the @harringrove-relay-race !!!

1k of Steve and Billy being dinguses in the snow!

A harsh white sun shone through the small gap in Steve’s bedroom curtains, hitting Billy in the face. He scrunched his eyes, turning away from the blinding light, to face Steve on the other side of the bed. But that side of the bed was cold.

“Huh?” he muttered blearily, blinking the last of the sleep out of his eyes. Steve must have gotten up early he supposed, grimacing the one time Steve was an early bird was the coldest day in Hawkins as far as Billy was concerned. It felt like he was dragging himself out of the bed as Billy got up, hissing as his bare feet touched the cold floor. Billy wrapped the comforter around himself as he walked through the house, checking for where Steve might be. Not in the bathroom, kitchen, or lounge. Billy had no clue where Steve was until he heard his name be called from the Harrington backyard.

Steve was out there in at least ten inches of snow, bundled up in a parka jacket and woollen hat and gloves. His nose and cheeks were red from the cold. He looked to have been beginning to roll a large snowball for a snowman. “Billy! Look at all this snow! You gotta get dressed and join me out here!” Steve sounded excited like a little kid in a candy shop. Billy stood at the Harrington's back door, still wrapped in the comforter, now pulled tighter around him because of the cold. The entire backyard was covered in snow, like something out of a Hallmark movie. Part of Billy was amazed at the sheer amount that had fallen overnight, he’d never seen anything like this in California, he felt an urge to flop face down in the soft powdery whiteness. But the other, larger part of him decided it was waaaaaaay too fucking cold for that. And Billy voiced that second opinion.

Steve rolled his eyes at Billy’s complaining, “It’s not that bad Billy, just get one of the thick coats from the porch and join me,” Steve switched to the big ol’ puppy dog eyes that Billy couldn’t say no to. Billy turned back into the house, and searched through Steve’s closet for a thick sweater, taking the yellow one, it still kinda smelled like Steve, pulling it over his own white t-shirt, his jeans and the boots he had worn when he came over. After that, he found a faux-fur lined winter coat in the porch, pulling it on over the sweater. A woollen hat and gloves finished the ensemble. Now Billy might be able to stay warm as he went out to join Steve in the backyard.

The cold nipped at Billy’s nose and seeped into his leather boots, he shivered and crunched his way over to Steve. “Hey pretty boy, you wanted me out here,” Billy couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed with how happy Steve looked. So happy in fact that Steve ran at Billy and threw himself into a hug, knocking both of them into a snowheap. Billy made a surprised “uff!” sound, as he toppled into the heap with Steve on top of him.

“Hey! What the hell!” Billy asked more out of surprise than anger. Steve had a mischievous smile, laying on top of Billy as if he hadn’t full body tackled him. “You want to mess about in the snow?” Billy asked with a raised eyebrow, hoping Steve would catch his drift, he was rewarded with a poke on the cheek and Steve saying that it was too cold for that.

“Oh so it’s ok for you to say it’s too cold for what I suggest but I get told to come outside anyway, ok,” Billy teased Steve, laughing as his boyfriend poured at him. “I’m just pulling your leg Bambi, now get off me my ass is going numb.”

Billy made a big show of shaking the snow off of himself, maybe some landed on Steve, who knows. The cold winter sun shone down on them, making the snow glitter, it was pretty and Billy would’ve kept looking at it if Steve didn’t hit im in the arm with a snowball.

It ignited Billy’s competitive streak, “it’s on Stevie!” Billy ducked down under another snowball from Steve, quickly making a snowball of his own. He scrambled over behind the snowheap, hiding from anymore projectiles. Only poking his head up to see Steve behind his own snowheap, probably with his own pile of snowballs.

“This is a declaration of war Steve!” Billy yelled before launching a couple of snowballs towards Steve’s cover, he heard them splatter against the surface of the snowheap, along with Steve’s laughing from behind it. The sound of snowballs splattering against his own snowheap, told him Steve had reciprocated.

Should he risk it to have a peek at what Steve was doing? Billy’s peripheral vision was good but not that good. He was about to poke his head up but then he saw the top of Steve’s hat over the top of his snowheap, quickly grabbing a snowball, throwing it, and knocking the woollen beanie off of Steve’s head. Steve yelped narrowly avoiding being hit by the snowball. Billy knew that was a risky move, Steve was just as competitive as him so he couldn’t get cocky now.

“You are so going down Billy!” Steve yelled back, and thus began an extremely intense snowball fight. Both boys gave as good as they got, Billy couldn’t count how many times he missed Steve, and how many times he got hit. A particularly hard hit from Steve left him feeling like he’d throw up, although the feeling passed quickly. Steve had a wet patch on his jeans from when Billy got him in the leg before he could get back behind the snowheap.

Both boys were freezing and panting heavily by the time their competitiveness wore off. Billy was sure Steve got in more hits than him, owing it to not seeing snow much when he was younger.

“I kicked your ass,” Steve said with a smile, the giddiness not quite worn off yet.

“Yeah you wish,” was Billy’s automatic retort.

“Hot chocolate?”

“Yeah,”

And with that it is my pleasure to introduce the next poster,,,, *drum roll* @billyharringson !!

#harringrove #harringrove relay race #greyghoul fics

[mylovenox]

BILL KAULITZ HEADCANNONS BECAUSE I LOVE HIM AND WANNA MAKE SOME!!!

No gender assigned!!

BRUH IK IN SCHOOL RN. *sobs*

⋆this is a something I’ve hdc for a very long time but- Bill would absolutely love hearing you sing any of the Tokio Hotel songs

⋆he gets the biggest smile on his face

⋆he’ll definitely join in sometimes but he likes to watch you sing

⋆he things your voice sounds great even if you don’t

⋆when cuddling i feel like he likes the honeymoon hug

⋆it’s adorable 😭😭

⋆if you dye your hair he’s begging to help you with it

⋆calls you names like “Schatz” “mouse” “sweet pea” and “Meine Liebe”

⋆loves to spoil you obviously!!

⋆who wouldn’t wanna spoil a lovely thing like you??!

⋆he’s so proud to be dating you

⋆he talks about you constantly

⋆always telling you he loves you

⋆he’ll hold any bags you might have

⋆when it’s winter he likes to build snowman with you!

⋆on Valentine’s Day he’ll come to your house with a hand picked bouquet and lots of your favorite candy’s along with a stuffie of your favorite animal

⋆everytime he sees you he’ll great you with a kiss on your cheek

⋆if it’s been awhile he’ll run to you and wrap his arms around your waist and spin you around while kissing all over you’re face!!

(I need me a Bill.)

⋆he likes to bring you on tours with him because he doesn’t like being away from you

⋆loves it when you help him wash the hairspray out of his hair.

⋆lots of giggles the whole time

⋆long hugs

⋆He’ll watch any show with you even if he doesn’t like it

⋆has defo made some songs about you

⋆he likes to try and make you hand made gifts but most of the time fails at it😭 (your still keeping them.👹)

⋆very clingy

⋆loves if your clingy

⋆doesn’t mind where yall are he just loves you being clingy

⋆he’d like it if you’d lay underneath his shirt- like your laying on his chest under his shirt

⋆he’ll rub your back lots when you do

⋆when yall are just standing his hand is around your waist pulling you against him

⋆sometimes when your just doing something random he’ll sneak behind you and tickle his hands up your sides

⋆loves your laugh- who wouldn’t?!

⋆feel like he’d randomly praise you during the day, like not in a sexual way but just to lyk your doing good

⋆”good job sweet pea” “your doing great today” “I’m so proud of you”

⋆asks to match outfits w you! Literally begs.

“Y/N pleaseee!!! Please can we match outfits today!!” He’d say and he’d be on the ground clinging onto your leg

⋆sometimes will randomly come over with lots of snacks and will barge into your room and dump them all over your bed

⋆I feel like he doesn’t really like fancy dates or nothing- so like he’ll take you to your favorite fast food place and go through the drive through and order you whatever you like and as much as you want.

⋆randomly will pull you into a kiss and pull away like nothing happened

⋆HE. STEALS. YOUR. HOODIES.

⋆he does NOT care if they don’t fit- he’s making it 😜🥰

I LOVED MAKING THIS- SEND ME TOKIO HOTEL REQUESTS PLEASE🙏🏻

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz tokio hotel #tokio hotel #headcanon #x reader #bill kaulitz x you #kaulitz twins

[azurethevampire]

Omg hi!

Requests are open!!

I saw that you mostly wanted platonic requests so I was wondering if I could ask for a spn one where Sam and Dean have a sibling (you can chose what their gender is or if you want it to be an oc) and basically all of them just have a really fun day because they got snowed into the bunker?

Does that makes sense? Idk if it does, I’m sorry

BUT ALSO DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO WRITE THIS AND IF YOU DO END UP DOING IT THEN TAKE YOUR TIME AND DONT WORRY ABOUT RUSHING

(Love your work 😊💕)

Here's your request, enjoy! 💕

(Divider used is made by @delishlydelightfuldividers)

Also, warning that there is a hint of the reader almost having a panic attack—they don't have one but it's hinted at

Snowy Day

"SAMMY!" 

You were just about to enter the war room of the bunker when your oldest brother's voice assaulted your eardrums. From the sound of it, Dean was yelling your second brother's name from somewhere by the bunker's usual entrance. 

"Dean, what the hell are you yelling—"

You rubbed your eyes. Then again. Nope, Dean was still there. You weren’t still sleeping and only dreaming about this scene.  

The picture you saw just didn’t make any sense. 

Dean was descending the staircase, shaking snow from his person. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think someone had just dropped your brother in a snow bank. And the last time you checked Lebanon hadn’t had snow since last year. Even then, it had been a few inches and nothing that would make anyone look like a living and walking snowman.  

Wait. 

“It’s snowing?” 

Dean sent you a glare. “What the hell does it look like? You think I’m covered with cotton and salt?!” 

Disapproving click of your tongue. “Always so rude”, you said and reached to wipe some snow Dean had missed from the back of his shirt. Judging by the fact he wasn’t wearing a coat, you didn’t think that Dean had expected there to be any snow when he stepped out of the door. Another conclusion you made from Dean’s current looks, was that there was way more than a few inches of snow outside. You frowned. “Is there a storm?” 

“It’s like a fucking Great Blizzard out there.” Dean confirmed. 

“Damn”, you said, immediately gaining a scolding look from Dean – which you ignored. “Wait. I don’t know if I need to be more concerned by the apparent storm outside or the fact that you know what Great Blizzard is.” 

Before you had time to understand your brother had moved at all, there was suddenly a very cold and wet feeling at the back of your neck. You shrieked as Dean slapped some of the snow that hadn’t melted on the floor yet, right to your neck. 

Dean laughed at your shocked and betrayed expression. “Just because I don’t spend my every bit free time nose buried in books like you and Sammy, doesn’t mean I don’t know stuff too”, he said. 

His hand returned to quickly wipe the snow off your neck before it had a chance to melt down your back. Some water drop still trickled down your back, making you shiver. 

“Is Sam still asleep?” Dean asked you and you shrugged in response. He ruffled your hair. “Well go look while I change into dry clothes.” 

“Fine.” You agreed. Guess, your revenge for the snow on the back of your neck would have to wait a bit. 

Dean was already at his room’s door when you suddenly stopped. The storm outside was as bad as the Great Blizzard of 1888? Suddenly you weren’t sure if the snow was a good thing at all. 

“Dean? Are we… are we trapped here?” 

Dean, hearing the change in your voice, was quick to come over you and pull you into a hug. “Hey, it’s alright, kiddo. We’re going to be just fine here at the bunker for another week. We live in a bunker”, he said. “This place was built to stand much worse than one blizzard. I promise; we’ll be just fine. Now go find Sammy and tell him the situation. Think you can do that for me, kid?” 

You nodded. Dean had managed to calm you down before your mind had the chance to drag you into a full blown panic attack. 

"Go to Sam. Tell him there's a snow storm. Got it", you said, when you saw the silent prompt in Dean's eyes. Always such a mother hen, your oldest brother. 

•-•-•-•-•-•

Since going outside wasn't an option - despite you wanting nothing more than to have a chance to mess around with the amount of snow ("Too dangerous right now, kid") - you Winchester siblings ended up spending some time together. 

You had a sneaking suspicion Sam and Dean seemed glued to your back for the rest of the day because they were both worried. They worried you'd work yourself into a panic attack or worse if you had the chance to think too much about the fact that you were currently trapped underground. (You were fine, as long as you didn't think about it.) 

"Hey!" You said, watching as Dean's red pawn ate your green one on the board, leaving all four of your pawns back to home base again. "Not fair, Dean! I hate this game." 

Dean chuckled and had an expression of way too much joy on his face. Then his smile faltered when Sam's yellow pawn made it to the same spot as his. 

"Sorry, man", said Sam, not sounding apologetic at all and throwing you a wink as Dean grumbled about never getting another six again. 

"Karma", you whispered ominously to your oldest brother. 

Dean narrowed his eyes, before quickly striking his fingers to your sides. You let out a scream before it was replaced by laughter and giggles. "No– hOOhno! StHOop ith!" 

Dean did stop (after a moment) to let you take your turn. (You rolled four, then he rolled five–"Damn! So close!). Dean didn't let you move back to your original spot, instead throwing an arm around your shoulder and keeping you against his side, occasionally he'd tickle your side if you came too close to his pawn on the board. 

Sam won in the end. 

From Kimble you moved on to a game of pool where they taught you how to hustle money – with strict orders that you were not doing any of that if they had anything to say about it. But really what was the point of teaching you then? 

From pool, deck of cards and poker with matches. Until you started to feel both hungry and tired. The three of you made pancakes (per your request) and made a mess of the kitchen while making them. 

Let's just say lots of flour and laughter was involved. Also Sam throwing you over his shoulder to a fireman's carry for a bit to make you stop throwing bits of flour at him. 

By the time night rolled in you decided that maybe the blizzard hadn't been a bad thing at all. You couldn't remember the last time you had had this much fun with Sam and Dean. Hell, you couldn't remember when the three of you had spend time together without it involving either a case, or talks about demons or angels. There hadn't been a smallest of hints to the family business today – and you quite enjoyed it. 

You ended the night by watching a movie. Dean complained about your choice and you stuck your tongue at him. 

"You said I get to choose so suck it up, brother." 

"Y/N's got a point, Dean. You did give the choice to them", Sam intervened, sensing that you and Dean were about to start a verbal fist fight. You'd never get around watching the movie. 

"Fine!" Dean huffed. "Let's watch this stupid movie then." 

From where you sat half lying on Sam, you poked Dean's side with your foot. "Harry Potter and Philosopher's Stone isn't stupid!" 

Dean grabbed your feet and trapped them on his lap. "Shut up, kid and watch the movie." 

Harry and Ron realized Hermione wasn't with them and went to find her despite there being a troll on the loose at Hogwarts when you opened your mouth. 

"Thanks, Sam, Dean", you said quietly. "I had fun today." 

Sam squeezed your arm gently. "I had fun too." 

"Maybe we should try to do a day like this once in a while — without blizzards", Dean said. "Family day." 

You smiled at the suggestion. The thought of it was nice, but you doubted you'd have a chance to repeat a day like this any time soon. You loved the thought of it anyway. 

#supernatural #supernatural fic #gn!reader #sister reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #my writing

[mrs-hatake]

all i see is you

pairing: kakashi x f! si! Y/N

genre: fluff, humor, romance.

word count: 1500

a/n: me to my friend at our own winder wonderland: this place is so perfect for dates with your s/o! why don't i have kakashi or obito with me 😩 you know what, i'll write a one shot about it 😤

my friend: you write that one shot bby

The sun is just beginning to set, making way for the bright LED lights to provide a source of luminescence; twinkling of blues, greens, reds, pinks and purples.

The sky is a brilliant shade of lambent blue where you can almost see the stars and the full moon shyly peeking through, waiting for the right time to shine.

Behind the four metal detector frames is a dark blue arch made of gibson board. There are drawings of a snowman with a green and white striped scarf and the classic black top hat, penguins, a polar bear and children building their own snowmen or engaged in a snowball, toothy grins on their chubby cheeks. Above, written in elegant cursive and in a porcelain shade of white, Konoha’s Winter Wonderland.

There is a long queue of people – from families, couples, to groups of friends – all lined up in front of the metal frames. Though, the air isn’t suffocating and the wind blowing doesn’t bite them, just gently nipping at their winter clothes.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” Y/N squeals, excitement evident in her tone as she rises her shoulders up to her ears to protect them from the cold. Around her waist is a pair of muscled arms that are resting loosely, fingers barely intertwining in front of her midsection.

Kakashi lets out a sound of agreement as he gently sways Y/N, basking in her elation. They have been trying to purchase tickets to the wonderland for the past month and a half and, by some miracle, they have managed to score two tickets.

Normally, the silver haired middle school teacher would avoid crowded places like the plague. Though, with Y/N cutely pouting at him and displaying her infamous – and merciless – Bambi eyes, Kakashi couldn’t say no. So, he spends every day refreshing the website to see when tickets are on sale to surprise her with. And when he got those virtual tickets, she had tackled him and planted kisses all over his face, and hugging too tight his face turns blue when she hears him laugh in delight.

When their QR code is scanned, Y/N drags her husband to the nearest face paint stand and she fistbumps the air when there are only two people in front of them.

She opts for yellow stars with white glitter that trail from above the arch of her eyebrow all the way down to the apple of her cheeks on the left side of her face since that’s her good angle when taking pictures.

“What do you think?” She asks in a sing-song voice, shimmying her shoulders.

Kakashi can’t help but to snort, “Cute.” and he ruffles her hair but makes sure to not mess her straightened bobcut.

Y/N beams up at him and huddles closer to him for heat, smiling brightly when Kakashi’s arm rests on her frame and pulls her closer to him as they walk around the park.

“Where do you want to go next?” Kakashi asks as he scans the rides available, taking note of which one they can go on.

Y/N’s face is frozen in a maniacal smile; big round, shifty eyes and shallow breathing that almost sounds like the beginning of a hysterical laugh.

“Nervous?” Kakashi asks and rubs her arms, well aware of her fear of heights.

Y/N doesn’t reply and instead rigorously nods her head like some bobble head.

“We can start off with the smaller rides?” He offers, “Or we can go straight to the arcade.”

Kakashi’s wife processes his words as she eyes their surroundings, in pursuit for a thrilling yet short ride; both in time and height.

A neon sign, Crazy Hungry Caterpillar, written in the order of green, yellow and red grabs her attention and she tugs Kakashi’s hand and points at the ride of a train designed as a caterpillar.

The line consists of children between the ages of five to ten years old. The tracks are roughly five ten feet above ground and the carts are big enough for two people to ride in, the ideal rollercoaster.

Kakashi doesn’t sigh but he does chuckle at how comical they must look; A hundred and eight centimeter tall man accompanying his a hundred and fifty six tall wife on a ride meant for babies. His suspicion is confirmed when the parents of the children waiting in line stare at them in befuddlement while the children shamelessly gape at them, not that they know any better.

Kakashi just smiles, eyes turning into crescents, as he follows after his bouncing wife. Despite how tame the ride appears, he could tell that Y/N is still nervous from the way she keeps squeezing his hand to the point it turns red and that frenzied grin is still stuck on her face.

They are seated in the middle and even though she is restless, Kakashi knows that Y/N is also excited. She just has a strange way of showing her fear. His wife did not stop laughing during the whole ride, even during the sharp and sudden turns or the small drop towards the end. She even insists they go for a second round and, this time, Kakashi laughs along with her, enjoying and savoring the moment.

Y/N walks on wobbly legs when they get down from the rollercoaster but Kakashi is there to help her. In thanks, she stands on her tiptoes and plants a big, wet kiss on his cheek.

“Oops,” She giggles when she pulls back, “I got lipstick on you.”

Kakashi shrugs, “It’s my own face paint.” and it isn’t funny but Y/N guffaws nonetheless, drunk on exhilaration.

Next, they get cotton candy even though Kakashi doesn’t like anything sweet but he will eat whatever his wife eats. He gets a blue one and she gets a pink one.

“It’s not a sexist thing!” Y/N insists when Kakashi jokingly mentions the colors. “You like blue and I like pinks. Simple.” she huffs, making her husband laugh because he just loves seeing her get all worked up.

The two walk around the park, hands interlocked, mouth filled with soft sugar clouds. The song You by Regard x Troye Sivan x Tate McRae is playing in the background.

They briefly watch as a woman dressed as a winter elf dances while blowing bubbles, children from all ages jumping about in front of her stage as they try and catch them.

A plethora of booths are scattered about; food, apparel, souvenirs, everything is available for purchase.

When they throw away their empty cotton candy sticks, Y/N points to a large house made from wood located in the corner.

“Let’s go check the Haunted House out!”

Kakashi’s eyebrow quirks.

“What?”

At his exasperated stare, Y/N dramatically rolls her eyes, “I won’t get scared, promise!”

“Huh.”

“Promise!”

Y/N gets scared.

Screaming, jumping and laughing at every monster and serial killer that jumps at them. At one point, Y/N laughs so hard and so out of control that one of the actors stands awkwardly in front of her before joining in on her laughter. Though, he isn’t entirely sure why they were laughing. Hey, at least it’s better than that time he got punched by a man dressed in a green leotard. In the middle of winter. With a bowl cut.

Kakashi doesn’t even flinch, nor bat an eye at the man chasing them with a chainsaw. He just follows after his wife to make sure she doesn’t get lost…again.

Y/N is clutching her stomach, gulping air, wheezing a laugh when they finally make it out of the haunted house. And even though Kakashi found it stupid, he still has a light expression because what matters is that Y/N is having fun. And whenever Y/N is enjoying herself, then Kakashi feels happy.

The married couple play a few of those ripped off games and Kakashi manages to win a stuffed llama –

– “His name is Larry!” –

And a red and orange frowning octopus –

– “Kacchan!” totally not after her favorite anime character –

before they get dinner from one of the endless rows of food stalls.

By the end of the night, Kakashi is dragged all over the park for popular selfie spots where he is pretty certain that both of their phones have about five hundred new pictures of themselves and of the gorgeous decoration.

Y/N passes out the second Kakashi pulls out from the parking lot and makes their way home. Though, he isn’t upset that his wife fell asleep.

He knows how hard Y/N had been working the past year and this fun little outing is Kakashi’s way of thanking his wife for all her hard work and effort.

Afterall, he knows that if he is in such a situation, Y/N would do the same thing for him as she had done so in the past.

Kakashi is immensely grateful for marrying such a wonderful woman.

#kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi x y/n #kakashi imagine #kakashi fanfiction #hatake kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x you #hatake kakashi imagine

[a-strange-inkling]

@hellcheerxmas

Day 5: Snowman

Hawkins, Indiana 1992

“Bug, quick get me more snow,” Eddie hands the tin bucket to the four-year-old. “We’re falling behind over here.”

Olivia takes the handle hurriedly and heads toward the snow bank.

“Wivvy, wait!” Maggie calls after her in distress, waddling as fast as she can in her sister’s hand-me-down pink snowsuit. “Me too! Pweese me too!”

“Come on, Maggie!” she calls, pausing to grab her tiny hand.

“I think he’s fine.” Chrissy laughs, finishing up with the red chalk, admiring their creation. “What more do you want?”

“Need I remind you that we are outnumbered here, sweetheart.” Eddie circles around her to the back, adjusting the jacket. “Steve has an extra set of hands for embellishments.”

“They’re three-year-old hands, and Gwen went in with Milo a half hour ago.” she points out. “Besides, whatever they’ve made can’t be better than our guy.”

“Ten more minutes!” Dustin calls from the house, a mug of hot chocolate in his hand. “You all better wrap it up.”

“We know, Henderson!” Steve yells back. “Get back inside! No sneak peaks!”

“You hear that, Liv?” Eddie calls over his shoulder.

“We’re coming, Daddy!” she replies. “We’re coming!” She and Maggie return with the bucket as fast as their little legs can carry them. Poor Maggie falls face forward into the snow, the same way Livvy used to when she was a toddler, luckily cushioned by the puffy padding.

“Man down!” Eddie shouts, making Chrissy turn to go pick her up.

“I’m otay!” she assures, lifting up an arm.

Olivia hands him the bucket and they all work to finish up the last touches to their snowman.

“I don’t like that Dustin is judging, we wanted someone unbiased, and everyone knows he loves Steve more.”

“He loves you both equally,” Chrissy admonishes with a gasp.

Eddie makes a comically doubtful face at that. “He’s loved Steve longer.”

“Tee Tee!” Maggie exclaims, excited just at the sound of Steve’s name.

“No Maggie, no Uncle Steve.” Eddie replies.

“Awwww.” she coos.

“We all know who she loves more.” Eddie points out, making Chrissy snort and lean up to give him a quick kiss.

He smiles, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her back. “Well, at least I’m your favorite.” he grins against her lips.

“Okay!” Dustin comes back out, this time dressed for the snow. “Time's up! Harringtons, Munsons, step away from your snowmen.”

They all gather back in the middle of the yard as Dustin assesses their work.

“Tee Tee!” Maggie runs to Steve on sight. “Maggie May!” He immediately scoops her up and kisses her all over her face, coaxing a squeaky laugh to bubble out of her.

“Margaret,” Eddie snags her back. “Stop consorting with the enemy.”

“Daddy!” she squirms in his hold, almost growling in her raspy little demon voice that she’s recently been developing.

“You too, Olivia!” he quips, seeing his eldest already making snow angels with David.

She sits up with a pout, crossing her arms.

Treason everywhere.

“Aw, don’t be a sore loser, Munson,” Steve chuckles. “We all know who the winning team is here.”

Eddie squints over at their sculpture that Dustin is currently looking over. “Did you give your snowman a snow dog!?”

“We sure did.” Steve replies smugly, high-fiving Dusty.

“With socks for ears!?”

“Just like Jacks, Uncle Eddie!” Charlie pipes up, hugging his leg, referring to the Harrington’s basset hound puppy.

“That’s nice, Charlie,” he pats the boy's head. “But it’s totally cheating!”

“Eddie.” Chrissy looks skyward.

“Hey, there were no rules against it!”

“It’s a snowman contest, Harrington,” Eddie counters. “We were supposed to make one thing. One snowman.”

Steve scoffs. “Well, Dustin loves dogs, so I’m sure he’ll overlook it.”

“No arguing between the competitors, please.” Dustin says authoritatively as he walks past them to the Munson’s snowman. “A guitarist, nice…is he… bleeding on his eye?”

“No, it’s a red thunderbolt.” Eddie snaps.

“Ah.” he furrows his brows as he inspects it a little closer.

“It’s David Snowie.” Chrissy tells him with an amused little giggle, making everyone nearly melt at her cuteness.

“Oh, I love a good pun.” Dustin smiles.

“But is a pun as good as a dog, Henderson?”

“They should be disqualified for two entries, Dustin.” Eddie speaks up.

“We did say only one snowman, Steve.”

“It’s not a snowman, it’s a snow dog!”

“Pizza’s here!” Gwen calls from the back door, breaking up the contest, Milo on her hip. The kids all start booking it back to the house. “Pizza!!”

“Yes, I think I’ll need sustenance before I make my decision.” Dustin speculates.

#hellcheercountdown #hellcheer countdown #hellcheer #tbc #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #munningham #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer fanfiction #hellcheer fanfic #old haunts #my fanfiction #my writing

[theoppositequeens]

come on, we can't delay

Fandom: Folk of the Air Rating: M Warnings: Attempted rape/non-con, Canon-typical violence Read on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51081748

Written for Folktober Day 9: "My sister, the serial killer." Hosted by @jurdannet and @jurdannetrevels

come on, we can't delay

It's past midmorning when Cardan's tail twitches over her calf in response to a sound outside their door, his way of waking her up quietly and discreetly.

They've been sleeping in after a revel, one of many, and Jude isn't exactly happy about the interruption. She stumbles from bed, grabs a robe and a dagger, and heads to figure out who needs them. Cardan, the opportunistic creature, has already closed his eyes again, with no intention of getting up.

"What is it?" Jude demands of the wide-eyed messenger. She's passed a note, hastily scribbled onto the back of a receipt:

Will you help me build a snowman? Come on, we can't delay. -T

Under that is an address.

Jude snorts. Trust Taryn to use Disney songs and their dark TikTok counterparts to send coded messages. And okay, they've seen that film a dozen times with Taryn's little one and Oak, the adults miming will you help me hide a body... behind the kids' backs. But it's still a gamble.

"What the fuck, Taryn," Jude mutters, and scrambles to put on some clothes.

The address is a nice suburban house in the human world, too nice for what's waiting inside. Taryn's covering her face in one corner, her shirt blood-soaked and torn. The fae guard Jude has ordered to guard her twin sister is standing in the hallway, shame-faced. He's likely responsible for getting the message to Jude, but he doesn't seem to have been of much help.

"What's happened?" Jude demands, her own shadows scattering to search the house. She tosses Taryn the leather jacket she was wearing, watching as her sister pulls it on, covering up red marks which are rapidly becoming bruises.

"Jude," Taryn sighs, weirdly collected and resigned. She isn't in shock or crying, as Jude perhaps expected. She's just resting her forehead against her hand, looking tired.

Taryn gestures a hand towards the living room, and Jude briefly inspects the man who has bled out on the sofa. The tiny dagger she gave Taryn for Christmas lies abandoned on the blood-splattered floor. Jude can assume what happened: the two glasses of wine, the signs of a struggle, Taryn's ripped clothes, the bruises forming on her twin’s wrists and neck.

"He wasn't successful," Taryn calls, and Jude picks up the dagger before she returns, washing it off in the kitchen sink.

"Good," she comments shortly, and then more softly, "Want a hug?"

They're not exactly the hugging type, but Taryn sinks into her arms and trembles lightly, Jude's shadows already at work on the cleanup.

"I don't... He didn't. End of story." Taryn's voice is firm.

"Certainly his end," Jude mutters darkly, and to her surprise Taryn laughs. It's wild and perhaps a bit unhinged, but a laugh.

"You and Madoc taught me well."

"You did good," Jude says into Taryn's hair, softer than she intends to.

"Clearly I have bad taste in men," her twin sighs, and Jude doesn't bother denying that. Taryn wouldn't listen right now, anyway. Instead she says,

"Disney, Taryn? Really?"

"Hey, it worked," Taryn defends, but Jude can hear she's smiling. "Besides, it's not like we ever made up a code for I killed my date who wouldn't listen to the word no and I need help."

"My sister, the serial killer," Jude jokes, though Taryn doesn't exactly fit that definition. Taryn huffs a laugh against her throat. "Best not mess with you."

Taryn hums in agreement.

"Let's get out of here," Jude suggests. "And perhaps shower before you gain the nickname bloody mummy at home."

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[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

The festivities of Christmas were often overlooked by Bucky in his job in favour of rushing off to save a life, but not this year — this year, you were there to bring joy to him, and to all of his team.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☤ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☤ 1.1k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☤ Tooth rotting fluff, work husband antics, teasing

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☤ I can't say which dynamic I love writing more — Stevie and Buck, or Peanut and Bucky.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☤ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Bucky stood in the entryway of the apartment, small figurine in hand. “What’s this?” He turned it over in his grip, inspecting the details of the snowman’s little arms and scarf. “It’s cute, but what is it?” 

“It’s another little guardian,” you said quietly, looking from the little bobble statue in his hand, up to his face. “I thought it could sit on the dash, you don’t have to–”

“Peanut, this little dude is fuckin’ adorable. He’s staying in the truck.” The small snowman wobbled as he shook it, boyish curiosity lighting up his face. “I wanna see if Stevie can send him flyin’,” he laughed, grinning widely down at it. “You know how he is.”

You beamed at Bucky and moved forward to hug him. “I’m glad, now go—go bring festive cheer to those who need it.” 

Bucky kissed you full on the lips before he stepped back towards the door. “I’ll try. Be safe, okay?”

“It’s cookies—I won’t burn the place down,” you teased, and Bucky arched a brow. “I won’t! Now go!”

“If you say so,” he murmured, and he placed the figurine in his bag. “I’ll message you when I get there.”

“Okay, be safe, my hero,” you called, blowing him kisses as you shooed him out the door. The chilled breeze nipped at your nose while you watched him walk away, then you listened for the sound of his car rumbling to life. 

The holiday season has always been nerve wracking as the best friend, now partner, of an EMT, that was a given — drunken mishaps, snowy accidents, combined with the fiery, festive attitude that many people exhumed, and it was no surprise that Bucky, a high-ranking member of the paramedicine force, was run off his feet. 

There were days that he would come home absolutely exhausted, down to the very last fibre of his being, and then there were days that you couldn’t console him in his grief — the loss of a patient far too painful for him to bear. 

On occasion, there were happy days, too. They were relatively simple acts — Bucky making a patient laugh with his absolutely horrible jokes, or if he got to a patient and managed to help them, save them just in the nick of time. 

It was true, Bucky was a real hero, and he needed all the guardians he could get. 

“Alright,” you mumbled, padding slowly into the kitchen, a thoughtful crease in your brow. The ingredients for sugar cookies lined the counter, with the bonus edition of chocolate chips and peanut butter. “Knowing Stevie, he will devour the damn peanut butter ones like no one’s business,” you said louder while you stared at the ingredients. 

The game plan to make the hampers was more stressful than you’d admit.

Finally, you exclaimed, “Sugar cookies, choc chip, and then peanut butter it is—or whatever they’re called.” With the decision made, you set to work on dividing up flour, eggs, and all else of what you needed. 

A few moments passed by with little incident from the flour when your phone chimed. It was Bucky’s ringtone. You rushed to brush your hands of the loose clouds of powder, and you picked up the phone to look at the screen. 

There was a text with an attachment. Excited, you swiped at the screen to open the picture, only you found it was a video.

The thumbnail was Bucky’s face, a broad smirk on his lips. 

You pressed play and watched as he opened his mouth and said, “Stevie here has some words for you, Peanut, baby.” 

The camera flipped to show the blond himself, a pout on his lips. “Where is my little guardian, Peanut?” Steve asked, pointing at the camera. “Stop playing favourites—Bucky is my husband before your boyfriend, so I am in on this relationship.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Just you wait, Cap,” you said.

Through the speaker, you heard Bucky laugh and you watched him shove Steve in the shoulder hard enough that he stumbled out of frame. “Shut it, punk,” Bucky said. “Anyway, this lil’ dude is gonna sit on the dash, baby. And Stevie’s driving first.” 

“Oh no,” you laughed, and you sat down on one of the kitchen chairs as the video ended. 

There was a picture sent next, and you pressed it, smiling happily when you saw the snowman figurine sitting proudly on the dash, right next to the small stuffie you had given Bucky previously. 

Just as you started to type a reply, another message came through with another attachment, this time with the text: HELP ME!

You opened the new attachment, and like the other video, it opened on Bucky’s face — only this time, he looked remarkably more frightened. “Hey, ba- Rogers! Chill out!” There was an engine rev and a laugh in the background before Bucky looked back at the camera. “I have him set up on the dash now, and let’s see how long he lasts.”

The camera flipped forward, and you watched while the snowman wobbled and tipped with the movement of the ambulance. “He’s holdin’ up well so far– Oh, I spoke too fuckin’ soon.” Steve’s laughter boomed over the speaker as the snowman slid over the dash, comedically slow, as they took a corner. 

“I need a guardian just to save me from this punk’s driving,” Bucky lamented, and you grinned as he turned the camera back to him. His eyes were wide in exaggerated shock. “Please, I need more, sweetheart—I won’t last.” 

“On it,” you said to the screen, and you grabbed a pen and a pad of paper before scribbling it down — buy more guardians to save my hero — at the top of your to-do list. 

Just as Bucky opened his mouth to speak again, you heard the telltale beep of their radio go off, then the voice of a dispatcher. Bucky made a noise of affirmation as he listened, and you watched his brow furrowed in concentration as he listened; unable to discern anything from the tinny sound, you couldn’t tell whether it was an ordinary call, or a serious call. 

“Okay, baby girl, I gotta go,” Bucky said quickly, and he looked directly into the camera; directly at you. “I’ll message you later.” He blew a kiss to the camera and smiled. “I love you!” The video ended and minimised on its own. 

“Be safe, babe,” you whispered. Glancing up at the ingredients, you made a hasty decision. You picked up the pen you used to write the previous note, and just under it, you wrote an amendment: buy all my heroes their own guardian, and Bucky an extra one. “They all need it.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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