#holiday event

[gl1tched-r4bb1t]

Poor babies… they get their family snatched every holiday.

[stargazingfangirl18]

Hoes for the Holidays

This year, @buckets-and-trees , @biteofcherry , and myself are super excited to host a holiday event to spread some holiday cheer and your legs: Hoes for the Holidays ❄️

The event will start on December 1, but we wanted to post info now so you have time to write your stories if you’d like to participate. Here’s all the details:

When: December 1 - January 4

What: Fics about any Chris Evans character

Rules for Fic Entries

500 word minimum, 5,000 word max. (Please put your story under a cut after 150 words.)

Original works only. If your story is part of a series, it must be able to be read as a standalone piece.

Please tag us when posting your story: @biteofcherry @buckets-and-trees @stargazingfangirl18 

Include the tag #hfth 2025 on the original post of your fic (not on reblogs or reblog replies, please.)

Any genre accepted! Can be fluff, angst, smut, comedy, AU, dark, soft!dark, whatever you want.

Please stick to the CE characters listed below, and no RPF.

Let’s stick with Reader insert stories. LGBTQ+, BIPOC, & interracial stories are welcome and encouraged!

Smut writers and characters must be 18+.

No toilet stuff, no necrophilia, no snuff, or bestiality. Non-con and dub-con must fall within commonly posted dark fics.

Please include warnings as needed for explicit language, explicit sexual content, non-con, dub-con, dark fic, trigger warnings, 18+, etc.

Odds & Ends

Each writer can submit a maximum of 2 stories.

Writers DO NOT need to claim prompts.

You do not need to write smut.

We reserve the right to not read or reblog anything that makes us uncomfortable.

Writing Challenge Babes & Prompts

BABES

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bryce Langley

Cole Turner

Colin Shea

Curtis Everett

Frank Adler

Jack O’Malley

Jake Jensen

Johnny Storm

John Pitts 

Lloyd Hansen

Pete Brenner

Ransom Drysdale

Reverend Drew

Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy)

Steve Rogers

PROMPTS

Pick at least 1 prompt (you can pick more than 1, and you don’t need to claim prompts).

GENERAL PROMPTS

Cold weather meetcute or meetfail

Sharing a heated blanket

Watching the first snow fall together

Receiving an unexpected gift

Sharing body heat to stay warm

New Year’s Eve

Winter Solstice

Holiday travel

Getting sick/caretaking 

 Settling in front of a fireplace 

 Festivities interrupted 

 Snowball fight

 Whipped cream on the nose/lip after drinking hot cocoa

 Heater malfunctioning

 Baking cookies

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year, right?”

Character A: “How about you get over here and jingle my balls?” Character B: “Don’t you mean bells?” Character A: “Nope.”

“Look at you, my very own gift to unwrap.”

“Is that my sweater?”

“What did you think would happen when you went walking through the woods at night by yourself?”

“You really thought I wouldn’t see you spreading mistletoe around the house? I’ll kiss you if you just ask.”

“I don’t know if the champagne has me seeing stars, but you look more beautiful than ever.”

“Do we want sugar cookies or chocolate chip?”

“Get inside before you freeze to death.”

“Give me your hands, I’ll warm them up.”

 “I think that was one hot chocolate too much for you.”

 “The only job you should have in this weather is to keep me warm.”

 “You taste sweeter than a s’more and I want to eat you more.”

 “Time is ticking. Kiss me or start the new year kissless.” 

 “Don’t even think about throwing that snowball!”

KINK PROMPTS

Praise 

Face riding 

Size difference 

Breeding 

Monster fucking 

Tied up - but in in a bow, because festive 

Prone bone

Dacryphilia

Mirror sex

Exhibitionism

 Spanking

 Clamps/collar with jingling bells

Spooning position

Competence 

Overstimulation

TROPE/AU PROMPTS

Lumberjack AU

CEO AU

Only one bed

Soft!dark or dark!babe who’s only soft with you

Mob AU

Snowed in

Best friend’s brother

Rivals to lovers

Dude in distress

 Vegas/drunk marriage

 Coworkers

 Moving to a small town AU

 Neighbours 

 Abducted as a gift for someone

 Medieval AU

P.S. Lots of gratitude and praise to @biteofcherry for creating our lovely event banner 😍

[deadhands69]

Sheets

Tomura Shigaraki x gn reader

** This one was originally going to be set in A New End, but that fic has a really strict timeline and it wouldn't quite fit. Instead, this is a different AU where the reader gets taken in by Kurogiri earlier and spends the holidays with Tomura as roommates//future league members. Set about a year prior to canon. ** fluff A silvery bag with heavy tissue paper that's collapsing under it's own weight. It shifts like there's something made from fabric inside. There's an almost familiar feeling to it, but you can't quite place it. from the prompt "a blanket fort collapsing" wc: 1087

"Are you sure you know how to do this?" you ask Tomura as he moves a lamp behind the couch for a sheet to rest on.

"Of course I can make a blanket fort, who can't?" he spits back. Hmm, you think to yourself. But, like Tomura, you've never made one either. The two of you just heard the idea and you both remembered vaguely wanting to do something like that when you were kids. Neither of your parents would let you. Now, as unsupervised adults (well, mostly unsupervised, but Kurogiri is at the bar tonight for New Year's Eve), you can do whatever you want! So, a blanket fort it is.

An old TV plays in the background, repeating the same countdown every hour. You wish you had more channels or something interesting to watch, but it works. It's just noise at this point.

You pick up a string of lights the two of you found in a closet. Half of them don't work and the other half are flickering for some unknown reason, but they'll be fine for your purposes. You pull them from one side of the room to the other, wrapping the end around a nail in the wall. Tomura eyes you suspiciously, as if he doesn't think they'll hold.

"It'll be fine," you say. It's not like his ideas have been much better. The blankets he's using look far too heavy. If you're being honest, neither of you know what you're doing. That's okay though, if kids figure it out so can you and Tomura.

You throw the sheet from your room over the top of the light strand, adding to the monstrosity. When you step back, it looks close enough. You're not really sure what a blanket fort is supposed to look like in real life, but you think the chaos is just part of it.

Crawling in, Tomura is already in the corner with the bottle of champagne Kurogiri left you guys. "Happy New Year," is scrawled on the side in his handwriting. Tomura pops it open, surprisingly not making a mess.

You check your phone. "Perfect timing! We have seven more minutes until midnight," you announce, sitting across from him.

Tomura nods, handing you the bottle. He smirks behind his messy hair. It's cute, the lighting suits him perfectly. You've always had a little crush on him, but it's been getting harder to ignore. Especially now that he's accepted that you're staying here and started being nice rather than just polite.

"Truth or dare?" you ask, feeling bold.

"Truth," Tomura replies instantly.

"Hmm," you pretend to think for a moment, "who is the last person you've had a crush on?"

"You're the only person I know," he replies as if it's obvious. Give how grouchy he was to no longer be the only one here when you moved in a year ago, you never would have guessed he had a crush on you. You're still not totally convinced. Maybe he didn't understand the question. He is very sheltered afterall.

"Not Kurogiri?" you laugh.

"You know what I mean, y/n." It's dim with the light of the TV shining through the sheet and a few lights flicking on and off, but you can tell he's blushing. His hand draws to his neck, instinctively scratching. "Fine then, what about you?"

"What about me?" you ask, "how do you know I wasn't going to pick dare?"

"Fine then," Tomura scoffs, "is that what you pick?"

"Sure," you reply stubbornly. "Dare."

Tomura bites his lip, thinking. You wonder what dare he could possibly come up with inside of a blanket fort. He takes the champagne from you, taking a huge swig before continuing.

"I dare you to kiss me at midnight," he says so quickly that you almost don't catch it all.

"Okay," you say, trying not to make a big deal of it. "Yeah, easy."

"Uh, fuck, okay then." Tomura scratches his neck even harder and you take the champagne bottle from him. Finishing what's left, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. Does champagne always disappear that fast? And New Years Eve kisses, that's normal too, right? You always make fun of Tomura for being socially isolated but in this moment you're realizing you're not as far ahead of him as you thought. Is this what people do?

Who cares what other people do, it's just the two of you in here. In your first ever blanket fort playing truth or dare for the first time and drinking champagne you've never had before. And it's okay, it's Tomura. You've had a crush on him since you met, this is exactly what you want. No amount of reassurance calms your heart as it pounds in your chest. The TV program starts the countdown again.

10 — you set the empty bottle down.

9 — leaning in a little closer.

8 — he really is pretty. Almost too pretty.

7 — does he actually want this or is he just messing with you?

6 — you hope he wants it.

5 — Tomura's eyes meet yours, he looks as nervous as you are.

4 — you move in even closer, sliding your knees on either side of his.

3 — your hand comes up to brush the hair out of his face. You leave it cupping his cheek.

2 — he's so beautiful.

1! Applause erupts from the TV . You tilt your head, gently pressing your lips towards Tomura's. Without warning, some piece of your fort snaps outside and it collapses on top of you. The two of you start laughing, it was bound to happen. Neither of you had built anything like this in your lives. You realize your hand is still on his face. His eyes glance down at your lips.

Slowly, you move back in again, hesitant at first. Your skin barely brushes over his before he kisses you back with more force. You match his pace, as much as you can, pushing him back onto the rug.

Now that you've started, you don't want to stop. The two of you stay like this, kissing all night while tangled in the remnants of your attempted fort. Lips swollen and chapped, but you've never been happier. Eventually, you get tired. You rest your head on his chest, falling asleep.

You're not sure how much time passes before you're woken up by Kurogiri flipping the overhead light on and disassembling the shambles of your fort to make sure you're alive.

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@sambuckylibrary ❄️ SamBucky Holiday Bingo Seasonal Events — Holiday Party

They’re trying to take their own photo with a time lapse on the floor (unsuccessfully), but Joaquín took this angle instead in their struggle, only Zee know this and looks at the the correct lens😌

[kinned-the-evil]

Hii! May I pretty please request prompt 7Gifts for Finnick Odair from Hunger Games?

-ty 4 reading my request!

Pearls That Sparkle

Summary: Christmas in the Capital is stressful and long, Finnick tries to make it more bearable

Warnings: Mentions of the hunger Games, Capital Citizens being weird and gross to reader and Finnick, Fem!Reader

If you’d like to request a holiday Drabble click here for prompts and fandoms

Christmas in Panem has never been great. In the districts, celebration of it was few and far between. In your home district of 4, everyone still worked. People still woke up early and tracked to the ocean or the factories, the few that went to school did, and the district continued as normal. If you were lucky your family may have some sort of tradition you followed when arriving home for the night. A dance or fun game to play. Most couldn’t afford special food. Even less could afford gifts. Simple put, it was just another day.

It’s different in the Capital though.

The Capital had giant parties, every building decorated in sparkles and lights, children played with odd toys you’d never seen, and people dressed up with the attempt to show off their wealth. It also happened to be one of the required events of victors to be at the home of President snow.

You stood to the side of the party, your fingers fidgeting slightly. You were dressed in a deep blue dress that reached the ground with silver trimming on the bottom. You had been presently surprised by the outfit and how simple it was, the most exciting part was the silver jewelry with flicks of sapphires. Given past outfits, you considered yourself lucky to not be wearing something like a fishnet.

“Hey,” Finnick greeted as he finally made his way back to you, drinks in hands. He had gone out to find something to drink for the two of you, and of course had been caught a couple times by people ohing and awing at him. But as he finally returned you stepped a bit closer and accepted the drink.

“Took you a while,” You said softly. It wasn’t an accusation, more so a display of your anxiety from being left alone.

“I know, got caught by a group of ladies who wanted a- Hey!” His quiet tone disappeared immediately when a couple approached you guys, his million dollar smile gracing his lips. You took a small sip of your drink before putting a smile on your own face.

The woman was dressed in all green, he dress sticking out in points and her hat going up to a large point, like the tree that stood in the middle of the room. There were even decorations all over her, red and gold orbs and silver fur wrapped around her. The man matched with a greed suit, his hair died a bright green and spiked upward.

The woman was talking Finnick ear off while the mans attention settled onto you. His face was so pale it looked painted on, and his teeth were an unnatural white. The way his eyes raked over you made you want to climb out of your skin.

“Your dress is beautiful.”

“Thank you,” You forced out while keeping your smile on your face.

“That material looks quite soft, where di you get it?” Before even finished his sentence his hand had stuck out to settle over your hip, his fingers rubbing like he was looking at the fabric, but the look in his eyes made it clear what he really was doing.

“Oh! I’m not sure, you know how gifts are,” You laughed a bit awkwardly as he removed his hand.

“Ah, a shame. My wife would have loved to get one like it, right dear?”

The words pulled the woman and Finnick into your own conversation, which immediately made you feel better. He was so much better at talking to these people.

“Oh yes! It’s absolutely gorgeous, I’d love to get a better look at it.” Those words sent a shiver down your neck and Finnick hand found the small of your back.

“We’re a bit occupied tonight, but I caught your beautiful name and perhaps we can meet another time,” Finnick flashed his smile at her, which seemed to satisfy her, but her husband seemed unconvinced.

“Have you tried this? It’s absolutely divine,” He offered a plate of some sort of pastry. Finicky hold on your back tightened just a bit as you were already shaking your head. Number one rule; never eat anything some random person was offering.

“Oh, I have! But I am so full right now I couldn’t eat another bite.” You offered with a small laugh. The mas eyes watched you for a moment before glancing at Finnick and then back to you.

“For course. You guys have a nice night.”

******************

The rest of the evening went about how that conversation did until you were able to escape to your guys bedroom.

You sat at the vanity the room offered and stripped of the expensive jewelry. Everything felt overwhelming, the jewelry, makeup, clothing, it all was itching and heavy and you needed it off now.

“Let me help,” Finnick said as he turned your chair around. He had already taken his own jacket and shirt off, only in the dress pants of his outfit. He took each necklace off one by one, then the bracelets, then the rings, and then started on the makeup. Your eyes flicked between looking at Finnick and looking at the ground as he whipped the heavy substance from your face. The room was silent the whole time, Finnick just knowing that was what you needed in the moment.

It wasn’t until you climbed into bed with him, curling into his side while one of his arms wrapped around you. “I got you something.”

You glanced up at him with a small frown. “Hm?”

“A gift. I mean, it is Christmas.” He said while leaning over to the side table. You sat up a bit to meet him when he leaned back over.

“Finnick-“

“I know, I know, you don’t care for the holiday, but I think you’ll really like it.” He insisted as he handed over the red box. You hesitated for a moment before opening the box. The moment you saw it, your breath caught for a moment. It was a necklace made out of pearls, but not just any. They were from a shop in district 4, a shop you used to walk past every single day for school before being reaped, a shop you used to dream about being able to go in and buy a necklace from.

“…wow,” You finally whispered, a finger running over the smooth pearls. “Finnick this is… perfect,” You said.

“Yeah? It’s alright?” Finnick smiled as he watched you staring at them.

“I love you, so much,” You finally looked back up at him. He leaned forward to kiss you softly before smiling.

“Love you too.”

[rotting-ink]

Valentines Day: Dasha

It's a befuddling day. They had something similar to it, back home, but it was drawn from an old myth, an actual love story. Not someone being burned alive. Very Varan of them. The day led to feasts. They loved their feasts for their Martyrs. Only blood gets you celebrated here, just as it's the only thing that brings you to halls of splendour, of opulence. It's what got them here too. If you could say one thing about these people, they adore their sanguinely consistency.

So Dasha observes. Watches. The red ribbons, intertwined with thorny branches, the scent of burned rose petals drifting down in a sweet, harsh haze. The way that other courtiers took is as a day to be more brazen, fingers trailing along legs, little gifts passed under the table, wedding bracelets pushed up, into sleeves. In their personal opinion, they'd be a bit miffed if they died for love, for an all consuming tenderness and adoration, only for the day to be used as a way to get a more… Amorous intent into someone's day. Like if they died for flowers, and then on their celebration day, flowers were burned all day, or cut up and eaten after being dipped in lemon juice and sugar.

That's what this day was. Gifts and proclaiming intent. Sure.

Servant

You had barely gotten dressed when sent for. Slipping on your thicker garments to fight off the chill that had haunted you all night, with your threadbare blankets and thin sheets, when your door was opened and a piece of paper offered to you. Suddenly a day of helping prepare things in the kitchen, endlessly pulling petals off of flowers, preparing the sheets for all the royal beds, vanished into thin air. Your thighs still felt like they chafed when you finally got to Dasha's private apartments. Hopefully Sabnock would be less bitey today.

"Have dinner with me." That halted your beleaguered undressing, still keeping an eye on the dozing snow leopard.

Simple request. The Beast stretched out on Dasha's bed, black drool leaking from its teeth, a prepared table, a little gift for you. For a moment of horror you thought back to all the things powerful people gave their mistresses and kept boy. Ostentatious rings and outfits. Love stories told above stairs, only to reveal something sickening below. Thefts and ostracisation and harassment. Daring to show off like a peacock, only to get your feathers stripped. But it was nothing like that. Sensible Dasha.

They got you a thick blanket. Weighty. It felt like you were holding a cloud in your hands.

"For the cold. You mentioned it."

The cold. You mentioned in a few weeks back.

Royal

Breakfast was long. Mama and Papa of course weren't there, dining privately. Some of the others too. Aksana was going to travel three hours for her fiance to meet her for tea. She travels a few hours in return for him travelling for nearly two weeks. A fair deal, if the rumours of how besotted the boy was were true. Abraim and Albina disappeared after eating a small amount. Sasha was just saying the two of you could do something that day when a note was delivered on a silver tray. For you. Dasha.

"Explain it to me." The breeze flitted past your skin, your coat too thick for it to affect you in any real way. "All of this. What do they do?"

"They?"

"You. The court. People who celebrate." Dasha paused to pluck a flower free from a bush, twirling the little thing between their gloved fingers.

"Well. Mama and Papa go out. To the Capital, to watch something, eat something."

"Can't they do that here?"

"Yes, but they'd have to do it with the knowledge that they could be interrupted at any moment. Kissy wanting to have tea, or something with the twins, or some important state business."

"Hm."

"And the others? We organise a feast and have some dancing. It's a big thing. Masquerade. A party. Last year Papa had a pavilion raised to float on the lake. Many people fell in. Apparently. He said it was a great success in his letter."

"Do you prefer the party, or going out to be alone?"

You felt butterflies hatch from whatever weight had sat in your stomach the entire day.

"Why?"

"Because I want your opinion. We could meet again in our masks tonight, or we could abscond for a few hours. Your Shadow can linger fifteen steps behind, as we have our own day."

Your tired heart beat just a bit faster.

"… I'd like that."

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