I keep seeing this cute Dad Might picture in my head – clear as a photograph, I tell you.

Just imagine: It’s winter, and cold, and for some reason, Izuku and Toshinori take the train to get home from wherever they have been. It’s already late, the train almost empty, and Izuku is freezing up. So in search for some warmth, he cuddles against Toshinori’s side. Toshinori, you have to know, is a living, walking heater. So he’s the perfect source of warmth for the freezing, tired boy.

Speaking of tired: Somehow, Izuku manages to fall asleep on Toshinori.

Toshinori startles when he realizes that Izuku is literally using him as a pillow, and spits blood in embarrassment and flustered surprise. But once he sees how content sleeping Izuku looks, he can’t bring himself to move the boy away. Instead he adjusts, making sure that the boy is comfortable leaning against his bony shoulder and not going to slip off, and proceeds to watch the lights passing by at high-speed outside.

(Or at least, he pretends to. He quickly comes to realize that watching Izuku sleeping, breathing evenly and scrunching up his nose and murmuring from time to time, is way more interesting.)

Saving Christmas

Summary: As usual, your family couldn’t stay a day without fighting. That didn’t change because of Christmas. You left the house for a walk, trying to catch some air and scape the crazyness for a while, and something amazing happened: someone saved your Christmas.

Warnings: fluff, drinking

Word Count: 1381

A/N: some late-Christmas one-shot. It’s more depressing than I expected, but hey, Chris saves your Christmas!

Originally posted by lufelicity

You took a deep breath, turning up the music on your cellphone, trying not to hear all the fight and screams that was coming from downstairs. You were used to it. Your family has always been like this. If you had just a month of peace, you’d think a miracle was happening. You closed your eyes, tears starting to come up, and rubbed your temple. You thought they’d give a break at least on Christmas Eve, but that did not happen. You took your coat and put your shoes on, going down the stairs.

“Going for a walk” you said but no one listened to you since they were too busy arguing. You shut the door and started to walk, honestly not even thinking about where you were going. It was snowing and it was cold, and because of that everyone was hurrying up to go their houses. You sat on a bench in front of a 24h shop and stood there for a while, watching everyone come and go. Every happy family you saw you smiled, wishing it was yours.

When you started to feel cold – because you didn’t really bother to grab your best coat – you looked in your phone and saw you spent almost two hours on the streets. There was no missing calls, though, which could mean two things: they were still arguing or they have killed each other. You laughed ironically through your nose. You saw a fifty-something woman walk out of the shop trying to carry at least three boxes of gifts with her and laughed, getting up and helping her.

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Lonely Demon on Christmas

Meeting Crowley in a coffee shop on Christmas Eve was possibly the last thing he ever thought would happen.

  • Crowley x Reader
  • 481 Words
  • No warnings, just cuteness

Crowley walks into the coffee shop and takes a seat near the window. Snow is falling hard outside and the king of hell just wants a spot of coffee before he gets back down to his minions who know nothing, who disappoint him more than anything.

He orders his usual and sits there, sipping on it until his insides were warm. Which, of course, he couldn’t feel, he only imagined how it could feel to have the caffeine heat him up.

It was a little lonely. Christmas Eve and he wasn’t enjoying himself, he wasn’t with anyone he loved, he was only sitting here with a couple of humans he could kill in a snap—but that idea was quickly destroyed. It was the holiday after all, he didn’t really want to kill anyone on what was supposed to be the happiest day of the year.

Crowley looks up from his cup to see you are watching him. He’s a little confused, wondering if someone was behind him and he didn’t realize. With a glance to his side, however, he realizes you were watching him.

You and Crowley were the only ones in here that didn’t seem to be on a date or with a close friend. It was quite clear that you were both loners, not really people persons.

You give him a small wave and a little smile.

In return, Crowley smiles and waves, his shoulders relaxing at the sudden kindness he was getting from a stranger. That hardly ever happened, which results in his anger toward the human race; for the most part, though moments like this always made him second guess who he really was.

Wanting to get up, Crowley watches you. You sip your coffee and shift your weight in the plastic chair. The worry of screwing something up was what stops him. If he talks to you, will you show him more kindness?

Patience growing thin, you get up out of your seat and walk over to Crowley’s table. Snow is still melting on your coat and sticking to your hair, making Crowley smile a little wider. It gave you an almost sparkly effect.

“Merry Christmas.” You say with a heartfelt smile. “Mind if I sit here?”

“Well, who am I to say no to a pretty lady?” Crowley smiles back, genuinely smiling. He was sure he hasn’t smiled like that since his days of torturing the Winchester brothers.

You giggle and it’s music to his ears. As you take a seat, you pull off your gloves and take another sip of your coffee. “Sorry, but no one should be alone on Christmas Eve.”

“I fully agree.” Crowley felt human-like for just a moment. He might’ve understood why this was a favorite day of many people. Why, this wasn’t like him at all. But he supposed for one night, just one, that would be okay.

The Old Fashioned Way

Pairing: Tony x Reader

Summary: Holiday parties and giving you surprises are Tony’s two favourite things.

Warnings: You might die of fluff, I hope. I mean that with all the love in the world :) Oh yeah there’s a bit of language too.

Word Count: ~1670

A/N: This is my secret santa gift to the lovely @marvel-ash​! I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and that this is able to brighten your day a bit! PS thank you Ash and @oneshot-shit for hosting this! I had a lot of fun participating :)

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

You opened your eyes, the cool winter sun filtering through your curtains and gently washing your comforter in dappled light. Stretching your arms over your head, you sighed contentedly before rolling on to your side to check your phone for the time. 9:35am. Not too early, not too late. Just enough time to take a shower and make pumpkin pancakes and a latte for breakfast before going about your typical Saturday routine - training, lunch with Wanda and Nat, errands, chill time… To top it all off, Christmas was in a week.

You picked out a pair of leggings and an oversized jumper before making your way to the ensuite bathroom.

“FRIDAY, can you play something festive please?”

“Certainly, Miss (Y/N).”

A smile broke across your face as Dean Martin’s rendition of Silver Bells came on over the speakers in the bathroom. Yep, today was going to be a great day.

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Masterlist (avengerofyourheart)

Marvel Reader inserts listed by character, currently Bucky, Steve, Tony, Sam, Scott, and Thor. A huge thank you to @beccaanne814-blog for the gorgeous character banners! 

Accidents Happen Series (reader x Bucky):

Summary: Reader is accident prone, comes from a sheltered background, and has been with the Avengers almost a year when Steve finds Bucky and brings him to the Avengers Tower (post CATWS, pre CACW). Bucky takes an interest in the reader’s quirkiness. (mostly fluff)

Accidents Happen Series Masterlist (FINISHED)

In the Arms of Justice (Bucky Drabble Series):

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later. (drama, angst, fluff)

In the Arms of Justice Masterlist (FINISHED)

Leave This Town (Mechanic!Bucky AU Series):

Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

Leave This Town Series Masterlist (in progress)

The Lucky One (Movie Challenge Bucky fic):

Summary: As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

The Lucky One Series Masterlist (in progress)

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Snowed In

Steve x Reader Christmas Oneshot

Summary – Between a huge fight with Tony and a freak Nor’easter, your Christmas plans are ruined, but are they really?

Warnings – Christmas Fluff!

Word Count – 2,932

Notes – This is a both a Christmas fic and a birthday present for Amberly @marvelingatthewonder!   Everyone should go wish my darling little cupcake a Happy Birthday!!!  I hope you guys enjoy this bit of Christmas fluff featuring our favorite Captain!  If you want to check out @buckyywiththegoodhair, she will have the links to the other birthday/Christmas fics that the rest of the Avengers Trash Tower wrote for her!!

Happy Birthday, Amberly!!!🎉🎁🎉

Tis the Season - This is the intro for my fic as well as the other fics written by @avengerofyourheart @buckyywiththegoodhair and @imaginingbucky   There is also a link to a beautiful mood board created by @buckysberrie.  You should definitely go check them out!! 😊💞💞💞💞


Christmas Fic Masterlist

Originally posted by pixel8or

As you stood in the long line of people in the crowded airport, you thought back to November 1st when you’d had such high hopes for this Christmas season.  You’d been so excited for all of the Christmas movies and shopping and decorating and snow!  You knew you’d be going back home for the actual holiday, but the thought of snow covering the city and making the lights glow just a little bit brighter had made your heart so happy.  Then everything had fallen apart, all because of Tony Stark.

You replayed the horrendous fight you’d had with him a few hours ago over and over in your mind.  He’d been wrong to keep secrets from you and you’d every right to call him out on it.  The team had refused to take sides, all the while trying to get you and Tony to make peace before Christmas.

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A/N: This is a repost of an old story that I deleted from my other blog. But it’s wintery so therefore kinda Christmasy? I do intend to write a Christmas one shot at some point.

Oh and it’s smutty…

“Y/N, we should go. The snow’s starting to get heavier.”

“But I’m having so much fun!” You whirled to a stop on your ice skates, in front of your best friend and colleague Spencer Reid.

You’d been driving home from lecturing at a college a few hours away when you’d spotted a deserted frozen lake that just called out to you. It looked beautiful, it had snowed over the last few days and it looked like a winter wonderland Christmas card. In your youth you’d been a budding figure skater until a shattered ankle had put paid to your dreams of pursuing it professionally. You still kept a pair of skates in the trunk of your car in the winter and you’d driven off the main road and found the entrance to the lake, begging Spencer to allow you to skate for a while.

He’d agreed and had found a log to rest on for a while, shoving his hands into his pockets as he watched you with a smile on his face.

You must have been out there for an hour before he called you back, snow starting to fall again quickly and the sun setting in the sky.

“I know you’re having fun, and I’m enjoying watching you. But I’m cold, and it’s getting dark. And we’re still at least two hours away from home. Plus… The snow is coming down pretty quick now.”

It was. You couldn’t skate very fast without feeling the force of the snowflakes against your face. He was right. And he’d been a really good sport about sitting in the cold. You carefully walked over to where he was waiting with your boots and plopped down next to him on the log, swapping your skates for more suitable footwear.

“One day, I will have you out on skates Spencer.”

“Sure you will. Probably on the same day you manage to beat me at chess.” He smiled at his joke and you nudged him playfully.

You trudged through the snow back to the car, your heads down against the falling snow. Now that you’d stopped moving on the ice, you were quickly cooling down.

Spencer dug in his pocket for your keys and pressed the button to release the central locking. Instead of the lights flashing and a bleeping you got nothing.

He pressed the button again.



Approaching the drivers side door, you took the keys off him and unlocked the door manually, leaning over and opening his door. You both shut yourselves in away from the cold as you inserted the key into the ignition, turning it to start the engine.

Nothing happened. You and Spencer looked at each other as you tried again, pumping your foot on the gas pedal and jiggling the wheel in case you’d accidentally engaged the steering lock. Still nothing.

“Fuck.” You muttered trying again.

“Y/N. It’s no use. I’m pretty certain the batteries dead.” He pointed to the cigarette lighter which had his phone charger plugged in, his phone still attached. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d disconnected it.”


“Pop the hood.” Spencer told you and you shot him a look.

“Do you know anything about cars Spencer?”

“I know a lot about a lot of things… Just do it. You might be surprised.”

Sighing, you did as he instructed, grimacing as he opened the door again and moved around to the bonnet. He stood there for a few minutes, bent over and you opened your door calling out to him.


He dropped the bonnet securing it again, and got back in. “Yeah…. No.”

“So that was a pointless exercise and only ended up letting more cold air in.” You spat out.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. We all make mistakes and I apologised. You’re the one that wanted to stop remember?”

You guessed he was right. It was both of your faults.

He pulled out his cell and dialed a number from memory, mouthing ‘Triple A’ at you.

You only heard one side of the conversation but it wasn’t sounding good. When he ended the call he shook his head.

“There’s been a huge pile up twenty miles down the road. Caused by the snow. What we’re getting here is just start of it. Apparently there’s a huge storm setting in. There’s no responding vehicle available for at least four hours.”

“You are shitting me.”

“Afraid not.”

“What about Derek? Could he come out?”

As soon as he started talking again, you realised what a stupid question that had been. “We’re still two hours away from home anyway. If there’s been a pile up he’s not gonna be able to get through either unless he goes the long way around. And if the snow is that bad….”

“I get it, I get it. We’re stuck.”

“Yep. They said to leave my cell on and they’ll call as soon as a vehicle is on its way.”

Right. You both switched your phones into ultra power saving, turning off all apps after quickly sending the team a message informing you of the situation in case you were needed. You and Spencer weren’t going anywhere for a while.

Climbing between the seats into the back, you leant over into the trunk and pulled out the emergency sleeping bag you kept in there. It was a bit musty, but nothing too bad. You always kept some emergency things in the trunk after you’d had to spend a full night at the side of a road when you were nineteen. Hopefully this wouldn’t be that long. You unzipped it and spread it out over you and Spencer looked back at it longingly.

“Fine… We can share. Come back here then.”

He struggled to fit between the gap in this seats, cracking his head on the roof of the car and causing you to giggle.

“Not funny, Y/N. Now share the warmth. Do you have anything else back there that could help us out?”

He wriggled next to you and you fit the sleeping bag around you both.

“I’ve got a couple of bottles of water and some protein bars. And some chips.”

“Well at least we won’t starve.”

Ninety minutes passed and you were starting to feel extremely cold. You and Spencer had sipped a bottle of water between you and shared a protein bar. Both of you had eaten a fairly large meal before you’d left for the journey home so you weren’t too worried about going hungry, you were just cold.

You and Spencer had talked for a bit but now you had your head resting on his shoulder, your arms linked together for warmth. You’d both zipped your coats up as high as they’d go and burrowed your head down into your scarves.

You fidgeted, your hands were freezing. You’d left your gloves at home and typically Spencer had misplaced his too.

“You okay?” Reid asked, his breath showing in the air.

“My hands… ”

“Here.” He took them into his and rubbed them, the friction helping a little.

“Spencer, I’m starting to worry. I’m really, really cold.” You told him and he looked down and away for a second.

“I’m not worried as such… But I’m freezing too. Erm… There is one thing… Actually. No. Forget it.”

“Tell me.. If it’ll keep me warm, I’d literally do anything right now.”

He looked unsure and you nudged him. “Spencer. Seriously. I need to get warm.”

“Okay.” He looked around the car and then back at you. “This will probably work better if you sit on my lap. It’s either that, or we collapse the seats.”

“Theres too much crap in the trunk to do that.” You started to shift your weight, getting ready to climb onto him, not even questioning him until he started to unzip his coat, removing it along with his sweater and scarf. As he started to unbutton his shirt you realised why he’d hesitated before telling you.

Body heat.

But it worked better when it was skin on skin.

Fuck it.

Lowering the sleeping bag, you followed suit; removing your coat and outer layers, stopping when you got to your bra. That was staying on.

“Trousers too?” You asked and he nodded, already slipping his off. Again you copied him and when you were both down to your underwear you climbed onto his lap, feeling slightly self conscious.

He shrugged his thick coat back over his shoulders, not putting his arms through the sleeves and you pulled the sleeping bag back around you.

“So…. I guess we snuggle right?”

He nodded, giving you an apologetic look.

Okay. Whatever.

You leant in, pressing your chest against his and resting your head back on his shoulder. Spencers hands went around your back, rubbing up and down your bare skin as you cocooned you both in the thick material.

As uncomfortable as you felt sitting on your colleagues lap, this was tons warmer. You wriggled, shuffling your knees closer to the back of the seat and pressing as close as you could.

“Don’t wriggle. Please.” Spencer sounded choked and his hands gripped your waist.

“Sorry. Just trying to get warmer.”

“I know. But….just don’t.”

“Shit, am I hurting you?” You asked.

“It’s.. not that.”

“Then what?”

He coughed, clearing his throat. “I don’t want to make this awkward because I’m finally starting to feel warm but…. Well. You’re a very attractive female. And you’re on my lap wearing very little.”




“You think I’m attractive?”

“I’m not blind, Y/N.”


You wriggled again, his fingers digging into your hips this time.

“Stop it.” He hissed at you.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Y/N. I’m not in the mood to be made a fool out of.”

“What? Spencer, I’m not trying to make a fool out of you. I just find it amusing that you’ve just admitted to finding me attractive and I sure as hell think you’re hot. And like you say, I AM sat in your lap, semi naked.”

You pulled away from his shoulder so you could look at him, grinning at the confused and shocked look on his face.


“You heard. Don’t act so shocked either.”

When you shifted this time, he didn’t grasp you so hard, his hands still on your hips but no longer in a vice like grip.

“You think…. Me? Really?”

“I’m not blind, Spencer.” You echoed his own words.

Thinking quickly you asked him. “Triple A said four hours right?”

He nodded.

“And that they’d call when they were on their way?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I can think of another way to get warm… A lot warmer than this. And a hell of a lot funner than this too. If you’re game?”

He gulped before licking his lips.

“I’m game.” He whispered.


Lowering your head to his neck, you started to place gentle kisses up and down, nibbling softly on his ear lobe and rolling your hips lightly. He stopped trying to still your movements and instead started trailing up and down your sides, tickling your skin.

Slowly dragging your lips across his jawbone, his light stubble chafing your lips, you stopped just shy of his mouth.

“Sure you’re game?” You asked once more.

He nodded in response, his lips parting as you placed yours against his.

Oh god..

Your kisses started slow and then quickly built into passionate urgings, your mouths moving against other in a way that you’d never thought you’d be doing with Reid. Sure, you thought Spencer was attractive, and you got on extremely well with him. You’d even go as far to say that you harboured a small crush for him.

You just never thought you’d act on it.

You rolled your hips again hearing him groan, a deliciously low sound that you wanted to hear again and again. Sliding back and forth gently you ground your pelvis against his lap, feeling him hard beneath you, another groan escaping his throat as you kissed.

You repositioned yourself slightly so that you were on the receiving end of the friction you were creating as you rocked your hips to and fro. A gasp caught on your lips and you felt him grin against you mouth.

Feeling bolder, he slid his hands around to your front, palming your breasts through your bra.

It was good job you were in a relatively secluded area, the windows of the car were now completed misted over.

Spencer tugged on your bra straps, sliding them down your arms and reaching behind your back for the clasp. You allowed him to remove it, making sure the sleeping bag was positioned so that if anyone did suddenly appear, you wouldn’t get shopped for publicly indecency.

Reid broke the kiss and pulled back to look at you, his eyes raking over your chest. He breathed in deeply, his eyes darkening.

“Like what you see?” You asked cockily, trying to break some of the tension.

“What’s not to like?” Spencer leant forward and pressed his warm lips to your breastbone, his hands moving over your thighs, sliding higher as you continued to grind gently against him.

“Stop moving for a second.. ” His whispered, his breath tickling your skin as he kissed his way across your chest to your nipple, lightly circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, flicking your hard bud.

“Oh fuck” You whimpered. You could no longer feel the cold, only the warmth coursing through your body. Spencer sucked harder, his tongue teasing you and sending shivers down your spine straight to your groin. His fingers moved higher up your thighs, stroking against the fabric of your underwear which you were sure had to be wet now.

“Spence… Fuck.”

His thumb grazed over your clit, making you shudder lightly. Realising he was in the right place, he started to rub over the fabric, glancing up at you as he did, biting down softly on your breast.

You started to pant lowly, biting on your bottom lip as Spencer massaged your clit through your panties.

“Oh god….oh sweet fuck… ” You gasped, starting to grind on him again. He moaned loudly biting down harder and you cried out.

“Shit. Too hard?” He pulled away.

“No… But… ” You lifted yourself off him slightly and reached for his boxers. He got the message and raised his hips and slid them down.

Resting back down, you reached between your bodies and pulled your panties to one side, using your hands to position him against your lips.

“Do we….. ?” He asked.

“Pill.” You breathed out, allowing him to slide in slowly, wincing slightly at the new sensation.

“Fuck.” Spencer groaned out.

“Yep.” You agreed and started rocking against him, his hand slipping back between you to resume it’s ministrations on your clit.

Resting your forehead to his, you moved. Rolling your hips against his and clenching around him as jolts of pleasure shot through you. He bucked underneath you, pushing himself deeper inside as you both soon fell into a perfect rhythm with each other.

Spencers fingers kept up their motions on your clit and you slowly felt your orgasm start to build, your legs trembling when it started to overtake you. You started to grind harder and faster on him, his own moans coming faster now. You came a few minutes later, crying out his name as you did. You shuddered on top of him, your thighs clenching as you continued to move up and down, Spencers hands now moving to your hips to help with your pace.

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna… ”

He didn’t need to finish, you felt him releasing himself inside of you in short bursts. You slowed your movements, bringing them to a halt.

“Well…” You breathed out. “I don’t know about you, but I’m a hell of a lot warmer.”

“Same… Almost too warm, not that I’m going to complain.”

Just then, his phone started to sing and you scrambled for it, feeling a warm sticky fluid running down your thighs as he slipped out.

“Sorry….” He said hurriedly, grabbing for his cell and answering it.

It was Triple A. They had a vehicle ready and he was on his way. He’d be about fifteen minutes, they told Spencer.

You hurriedly pulled your clothes back on and wiped down the interior windows so you watch for their arrival.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked, nerves in his voice.


“Was that…. Was that like a one time thing?”

You glanced back to see him looking away quickly.

“It’s an as many time as you want it to be thing, Spencer. ”

“Okay, good.”

“But Reid? Next time… You really don’t need to break my car. Just ask!”

“I didn’t… I… I… Y/N, I swear…”

You laughed at him, seeing headlights approaching in the distance.

“I know Spencer… I know. ”

Christmas time with the Devil.

Requester: @merrychristmasdeanypieavengers

Request: Maybe the reader could be Luci’s soul mate and it’s their first Christmas together?

Warnings: Um, Lucifer hating angels and Christmas…?

Word count: 1,001

A/n.: Okay, here it is! I’m sorry that it’s sort of short, but I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting!

Originally posted by spnfans

Originally posted by magicalseasonsofthewitch


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It must’ve been the mistletoe | Tłumaczenie PL

Tytuł: It must’ve been the mistletoe
Pairing: Larry Stylinson
Autorka: itjustkindahappened
Wyrazy: 2213
Opis: AU, w którym Harry nosi z sobą jemiołę, aby zawsze mieć wymówkę do pocałowania Louisa.
Banner: Mini
Beta: sherriane! ♥
Zgoda: Wysłana, bez odpowiedzi

Mówiąc szczerze, nie ma niczego, co sprawia Harry’emu większą przyjemność niż całowanie swojego chłopaka.

To nie tak, że możecie go winić. Każdy wykorzystałby szansę posiadania przywileju całowania Louisa Tomlinsona kiedy tylko się chce.

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Christmas Masterlist

Basically just a Masterlist of all my Christmas related One Shots  because why not. These one-shots are all x reader.

  1. Snow - Maximoff Twins
  2. Forever -Bucky
  3. Wonderland - Steve ft Bucky
  4. Skating - Sam Winchester 
  5. Cold - Bucky
  6. I Love It - Dean Winchester 
  7. Merry Christmas - Deadpool 
  8. Mistletoe - Bucky 
  9. Our Christmas - Natasha 
  10. Tradition - Pietro
Wrapped in Red

Bucky x Reader Christmas Oneshot

Summary – You have been in love with Bucky for years, but you’ve been too afraid to tell him how you feel.  This Christmas you’re going to risk it all, will he love you back?

Warnings –Christmas fluff!

Word Count – 1,221

Notes – This will be the last Christmas OneShot!  I hope you’ve enjoyed these little balls of Christmas fluff as much as I have!  Don’t worry, I still have an amazing Christmas mini-series starting tomorrow! More details to come later this evening, so be on the lookout!!  As always, any comments or questions are greatly appreciated!  

This one is dedicated to Chanel @imaginingbucky!   Merry Christmas, sweetheart!!


Christmas Fic Masterlist

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

Everybody’s happy
Snow is falling down
Prayers are being answered
Miracles all around

From afar I’ve loved you
But never let it show
And every year another
December comes and goes

Always watching
Never reaching

But this Christmas
I’m gonna risk it all
This Christmas
I’m not afraid to fall

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It’s Perfect

Originally posted by wehavesass

Gif not mine.

Hey guys it’s like two in the morning for me and you know what that means it Christmas Eve! This is also fair warning that if this is bad I’m sleep deprived I think this might be one of the last holiday specials I’m going to try to post one later on today maybe one with Steve but sshhhh it’s a secret. Enjoy!

You walked up the stairs to the small apartment you and Pietro had moved in just a few months prior. It was close enough to the tower so that you and Pietro were ready for any mission that spring upon the Avengers but far enough that you and him had some privacy. 

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Ichihime: the Day Before Christmas


-also: this takes place when the gang is around 19, so some hints are foreshadowed in this fic

~please excuse any grammatical errors, it’s 1 A.M. here heh~

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What a Christmas Coincidence | Larry One Shot

Tytuł: What a Christmas Coincidence (Cóż za Świąteczny Zbieg Okoliczności)

Autorka: sherriane

Banner: świetna robota Mini, serdecznie dziękuję!

Ilość słów: 10 104

Opis: - Och, stul dziób. Jest tak zapracowany, że sam domyśliłem się, iż po prostu… najzwyczajniej w świecie potrzebuje dobrego odpoczynku. – Uśmiechnął się promiennie i zanim zaspokoił ciekawość wchodzącej mu już niemal na głowę trójki, sięgnął jeszcze po swój kubek i siorbnął cicho, biorąc chyba najdłuższego łyka gorącej czekolady całego wieczoru. Oblizał wargi i spokojnie odstawił naczynie. – Kupiłem mu małe wakacje w Weronie.

Albo po prostu świąteczne AU, w którym Louis i Harry są małżeństwem, jednak za nic w świecie nie mogą zrozumieć, co tak bardzo spodobało im się w sobie nawzajem, gdy byli nastolatkami. Louis, aby tylko pozbyć się Harry’ego z domu, w ramach świątecznego prezentu kupuje mu lot i trzydniowy pobyt w Weronie - mieście Romea i Julii. Nie jest świadomy, że jego mąż przygotował dla niego dokładnie taką samą niespodziankę. Prawdą może okazać się to, że ten głupi zbieg okoliczności pomoże im zakochać się w sobie… na nowo.

Od autorki: W ostatniej chwili zaczęłam pisać i chyba w ostatniej chwili publikuję… Generalnie są jeszcze święta! A akcja dzieje się w znacznej większości po Wigilii, więc uznałam, że będzie to z mojej strony jeszcze dopuszczalne. Bardzo chciałam to już zrealizować, gdy zaczęłam, no i… swojej opinii na wszelki wypadek nie zostawiam, żeby nie zniechęcać :D Serdecznie zapraszam do czytania i będę wdzięczna za Waszą ocenę - bo ja już sama nic nie wiem :P Mam nadzieję, że spędziliście cudowne święta :) xx

Na ulicach wcale nie było mrozu, a śnieg już nie prószył . Niewielka jego część widoczna była na chodnikach, jezdnia nie była tylko i wyłącznie jedną wielką pluchą, z kolei światła… one rozświetlały każdy ogromny plac, a jednocześnie każdy najmniejszy zakamarek. Potrafiły sprawić, że od zawsze ponury róg ulicy, którą Louis aktualnie spieszył się na spotkanie, w tym akurat okresie mienił się każdym kolorem tęczy.

Hah, tęcza.

Typowy odgłos dzwoneczka i spory, chłodny powiew wiatru, który wpadł do lokalu razem z szatynem, naprawdę musiał świadczyć o tym, że był spóźniony. Czy był? W najgorszym wypadku z pół godziny.

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Tony x Reader Christmas Oneshot

Summary – You and Tony sneak into the common room to open the presents you bought for one another before the other Avengers wake up.

Warnings – A couple of curse words, some nudity, and tons of Christmas fluff!

Word Count – 1,668

Notes – This fic is my Secret Santa gift to @jennareedus! Merry Christmas sweetie, I hope this helps to brighten your day!

**Special tags: @marvel-ash @oneshot-shit  Thank you so much for putting this together!

**Thank you Anika @avengerofyourheart for helping me come up with a name for this one!!  You’re the best!


Christmas Fic Masterlist

Originally posted by unknown-99

You had been sleeping peacefully.  That is until your boyfriend decided that you needed to wake up at 4am on Christmas morning.

“Tony,” you muttered as you glanced at the clock on the nightstand.  “The tower had better be under attack for you to dare waking me up this early.”

“(Y/N),” he pleaded as he started nuzzling your neck.  “It’s Christmas!  Don’t you want to see what I got you?”

You couldn’t help but start laughing as his goatee tickled the back of your neck.  “Fine.  You’re not going to give up until I get up anyway.”

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The Unboxing Proposal

Title:  The Unboxing Proposal

Character(s): Actor Tom

Chapter Number/One Shot: One Shot

Rating: T

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Summary: Tom is a little cheeky with his all too important Christmas present

Warnings: Major fluffy feels

Author Note: Well I said I was going to do it, so here is day 1 of the week full of Christmas one shots. I have plans for a Gemma/Tom one, as well as a special twins related christmas one shot. So be prepared for the onslaught of fluff!

There were gifts galore under the christmas tree, despite the fact that Tom and I had agreed not to go over the top this year. Not like that man actually listened. Not that I listened at all either. Tom eyed me as we stood in the living room with our coffees Christmas morning, the tree practically exploding gifts.

“I promise some of them are from family.”

“We said to keep it casual this year.” Tom shook his head.

I whacked his arm. “And how many of those are from you, mister?”

He sighed. “Just a few.”

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Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Imagine comforting Dean when Mary comes back

You hadn’t meant to find him.

You understood he needed space, this was big, bigger than you could imagine, and Dean needed to find his own way to deal with it all.

Yet when you stumbled across him sitting on the kitchen floor, trying to wash everything away with beer, you couldn’t walk away.

“Hey handsome.” After minutes of debating whether to disturb him you slowly made your way around the kitchen island, still wary.

“Hi.” His voice was low and tone depressed, his eyes never leaving the collection of photos in his hands.

“You wanna talk about it?” You used your finger nails to scratch the top of his head, a feeling you knew he liked.

“Not really.” You could see his words were a lie by the way he covered them up with a long sip of alcohol.

“Dean…” You sighed, joining him on the floor, arms crossed over your chest.

“It’s just… she’s back and it’s so weird.” He leant his head on your shoulder, face hiding in your chest.

“And she’s not like you thought she was.” You ran a soothing hand up and down his arm, finger tips tickling his skin as he shook his head.

“I always had this picture in my head from what Dad told me, from what he wrote, even from what I could remember.” He looked up at you through thick eye lashes, eyes full of confusion and hurt. “It’s all so different.”

“I get that but the important thing to remember that this is your Mom, she’s alive and she’s here.” You cupped his face, ensuring he was listening before kissing his forehead. “We’ll figure out the rest together.”

“I love you.” He smiled slightly before snuggling back into your chest, your arms wrapped around each other as you sat there in silence for god knows how long.

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anonymous asked:

i know your busy but i need some stydia college fics..... i love your writing

Hey. Thank you so much 😊

I have one on the works (I really only have the plot mapped out but nothing more so far) that will have college!Stydia AND the Stydia detective agency.

YET what if I told you that I’m working on a small one-shot from the missing scene after The Kiss ™, when they finally go home? 😉

Until I post it (hopefully later tonight), here are my fics where Stydia is either in college or on one of the breaks from college:

And of course, the Jealousy trilogy:

Hope you enjoy 😘

How to love and hate a Potter

A Christmasy thing written in the middle of Spring. I had this idea for a long time and it took some time to finish. I dunno how many words does it have but it is pretty long and with a bunch of grammar errors i bet and with a plot that doesn’t make too much sense. It’s my first Drarry one-shot and English is not my main language. Keep this is mind while reading. Warning! It is long.

The Potters.

 Always finding a bloody way to enter Draco’s life and never leave. Always there to torture the Malfoy Heir and make him develop an obsession for a Potter. First, Harry bloody Potter, The Boy Who Lived, The Golden Boy, that Scarhead -and Draco has an awfully long list of nicknames fitting the raven-haired man- sneaked into Draco’s mind and now they got to his son. To his own son, to his pride!

And what’s worse is that Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy is shagging the latest Potter conception.  

But Draco would rather not think about that.

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