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“Lenalee, do me a favor and tilt your screen up.”

Gift for @lethargicprofessor because their writing rules go read their ghost au pls n thx :U

[dw-writes]

Howard Stark x Reader in that good New York Cold featuring holding hands to stay warm

screams it didnt turn out EXACTLY like this but....BUT i thought it was cute? so....yeah. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS NESA (even though im pretty sure you do) so yeah!!

Rockafeller Rink was put up in the 30′s :D

“You gotta be kiddin’ me.” You grinned at Howard’s groaned exclamation as you stared at The Rink at Rockefeller Center. There weren’t too many people, given that it was a Wednesday, and it was middle of the day, but it was still cold, and still a bit busy, and you looked over at Howard when he didn’t say anything else.

“You can skate, right?” you asked as you took his hand and drug him towards the entrance.

“Skate?” he asked. He scoffed, then pulled his hat down with his free hand, muttering, “Course I can.”

“Course you can,” you parroted.

“Wouldn’t you rather see the Rockettes?” he asked as you pulled him to the front desk, smiling brightly and ordering two sets of skates.

“Why?” you asked as you turned to him. The front desk clerk went to grab two sets of skates, squinting in Howard’s direction for a long moment. “We’ve seen the Rockettes,” you said. You fixed your gloves. “When we were in Europe – four times – and every year since we’ve been back,” you added.

“Exactly.” He leaned on the counter and slid money towards the clerk. You glared at him. He smiled prettily. “Why break tradition?”

“There’s plenty of time to still see the Rockettes before the new year,” you pointed out.

The clerk slid the skates over the counter. “Say,” he said slowly, clearing his throat, “Are you Howard Stark?”

You took the skates, eyebrows arched high, then flashed a smile at the clerk. “Howard Stark is taller.” You walked past the aforementioned man and headed for the rink. He followed you, groaning, pulling his scarf around his chin as. You sat on a bench. “Be honest, Howie,” you said as you worked your shoes off, “Do you really know how to skate?”

He scoffed, yanking a shoe off. “Of course I do,” he replied. You carefully laced up your skates and watched him. “ ‘m a professional,” he muttered. He leaned over to lace up the skates. You watched him, sighing softly. You had hoped that the skating would relax him – he’d been tense since coming back from California, since deciding to put together S.H.I.E.L.D. with Phillips and Peggy. That, and running Stark Industries, working on the new inventions, helping is parents with Bubbe, who wasn’t doing so hot for the past few weeks – it had all created a tension in his shoulders. You could see the stubble over his jaw from beneath his scarf. He tugged the hat down over his ears, then looked at you. There were shadows under his eyes.

You held out your hand and smiled. “Are you ready?”

He took your hand and stood, pulling you up. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” he muttered. You smiled. The two of you hobbled towards the ice. You gingerly stepped out, holding Howard’s hand tighter, and he followed after you. One of his skates slid and he swore, clinging to your hand. You squealed and grabbed his other hand, which pinwheeled next to him.

“I thought you said you could skate!” you exclaimed. You spread your legs to keep steady and held his hands tighter.

“I mighta been lyin’!” he squawked.

“Why?!” you shouted back. He pulled his feet under him, watching the ice like it would crack in a heartbeat. You couldn’t help but giggle. “Howie, we’ve been together for years, why couldn’t you tell me you didn’t know how to skate?” You carefully moved backwards.

He held onto your hands – the warmth of them was almost overpowering, making your fingers sweat in your mittens. He shuffled after you. “You were excited,” he mumbled. You tugged his hands up, straightening him out, then pulled them down to tug him to you. He gulped. “Didn’t wanna letcha down, baby,” he murmured.

You squeezed his hands. He squeezed back, holding them gently. People skated past you, slowing only with the faint comments of, “Is that Howard Stark?”

Howard mumbled, “Nah, he’s taller.”

“He gets that a lot,” you added.

The people continued by.

“We don’t have to stay,” you whispered.

He placed a kiss against your mittens, watching the way your eyes crinkled as you smiled. “You wanna skate, we’ll skate.” He scrunched his nose. “Even if ‘m bad at it.”

You feigned a gasp. “You’re bad at something?” you asked. You slowly worked your way backwards, pulling him carefully with you. He gave you a sarcastic laugh in response. You smiled. “A few laps. Then we can go.” You tilted your head as you skated. “Maybe catch a picture?”

“Maybe catch a drink?” he suggested, “Or five?” He looked down at his feet again. “I’m gonna fall!”

“You’re not gonna fall.”

“I’m gonna fall!”

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ok ok ok ok nichi for your consideration: if link didn't spend so much time with allen bc of leverrier's orders do you think he would have been drawn to allen anyways? bc lets face it allen's charisma is Maxed Out and even people who haven't been with him that long are ready to Die for Allen Walker

Linkllen week asks

MIYO;;;;;;

Ooooo thats a tough question…. I think it’d depend on how much “time” it takes, because with Krory and Miranda, Allen barely knew them for less than a week and they were already Die Hard Allen Walker Stans. He’s definitely got not only the charisma but the heart to win others, especially those craving… affection and love, as Krory and Miranda were (and as Link is, I feel).

Of the entire series the only ones immune to Allen’s charms are Chaoji and Kanda (though Kanda ended up losing in a sense given where he currently is lol). 

If, say, Link only accompanied Allen on missions, it’d probably take maybe one before Link could see the truth, but it would take a handful more before Link would be willing to trust Allen. 

Iirc, only a couple of months actually pass between Link meeting Allen and when Allen leaves the Order. In that time, Allen gains so much influence over Link that he begins to doubt the years of loyalty he’s had to the Order (Leverrier) (though to be fair the uhhh third exorcists kinda exacerbated that trust as well lol). 

WHAT IM GETTING TO IS yes. Even if he’d spent less time with Allen, they still share a lot of similarities (orphans, seeking father figures, isolated by peers, working to earn a ‘reason’ for living, etc.)

Not only that, but Allen offers… friendship, to Link, something he arguably literally doesn’t have lol as far as we know, at least. Not only friendship, but affection, understanding, forgiveness, and even acceptance. 

And Allen’s just plain charming and endearing. Sharing donuts, snacks, tea time, sleeping in the same room, Link’s nagging (that imo comes more from worry than ‘duty’). 

In a way, Link was doomed from the moment he met Allen. He never had a chance.

[dreamers-wonderland]

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.” for whoever you want

The commons of the 1-A dorms were loud with sounds that should have been studying. It make Bakugo twitch just listening to them as he stared at the same problem he had been working on for the last thirty minutes.

Still, everyone kept talking. Kept yapping. Wouldn’t shut up.

Bakugo’s grip on his pencil grew until it snapped. “Pipe the fuck down, assholes,” he growled.

The noise stopped. He looked up. Everyone was staring at him, sitting neatly in their seats. “Fucking thank you,” he spat.

He tossed the pencil aside and grabbed another from his bag.

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Invasion!reader x sweeney discussing holidays? Or yule? Idk theres research involved in this one

Chapters: Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four  || Chapter Five || Chapter Six || Chapter Seven || Chapter Eight || Chapter Nine || Chapter Ten || Chapter Eleven || Chapter Twelve || Chapter Thirteen || Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Fourteen-ish || Chapter Fifteen || Chapter Sixteen || Chapter Seventeen || Chapter Eighteen || Chapter Nineteen || Chapter Twenty || Chapter Twenty-One || Chapter Twenty-Two Requests: Mad Sweeney and The Holidays || The Invasion and the Stressful Blows One Shots: The Invasion and That One Thankful Holiday || The Invasion and the Weight of Change || Eyes On You

you know how much i love one large leprechaun! and it uh....ended up being celebrating. /shrug i figured you wouldn’t mind so much :D

invasion tag list under the cut! i hope you guys enjoy!!

The Invasion and a Christmas for Two

The hotel room was as small as the rest of them had been, but you went out of your way to make sure that it was nicer – you strung up lights (using command hooks) and garland (also command hooks), you got a tiny LED tree, and had bought Sweeney a variety of little whiskey bottles to wrap and stick under the little tree.

The leprechaun walked into the room with a groan and stopped. “You do this?” he rasped as he shut the door.

You glanced up from the last bottle you were wrapping, tying off the ribbon with a neat bow. “Course I did!” you exclaimed as you set the bottle beneath the tree. “Tis the season!” You grinned and threw out your arms. “Ta-da,” you sang.

He reached out and tapped one of the little ornaments you hung from the tree, smiling to himself. “What made you wanna do this?” he murmured.

You shrugged and sat back on the edge of the bed, smiling as you stared at the tree. “Dunno. Just felt like it.” You tilted your head. “They’re all for you, so you can open them if you want,” you said with a nod to them.

Sweeney arched an eyebrow as he picked up one, shaking it next to his ear. He sat next to you. “Oh,” he groaned with a smirk, “Wonder what it could be.”

“Ha, ha,” you grumbled.

He twisted the top off without even opening the paper, ripping it off and flinging it away. He downed it in one gulp and winced. “Peppermint?” he asked, peeling the paper away to read the label.

You shrugged. “Tis the season?” He chuckled. “I dunno, I just thought it’d be nice.” You pulled your knees up and stared at the tree. “First Christmas I’ve spent away from family,” you murmured.

You felt Sweeney lean into your side. “And yer stuck here, spendin’ it with me,” he mumbled.

You leaned back, and set your cheek against his shoulder, staring up at him. “Don’t make it sound like I’m forced to be here,” you said. He snorted, looping his arm around your back. “I’m glad to be here, Sweeney,” you whispered.

He pressed his cheek against your head and sighed. “Get some rest,” he mumbled, letting you go. You flopped backwards against the bed with a groan. You were out in an instant.

When you woke up, the room was still dark and you were tucked into the blankets. The lights from the little Christmas tree sparkled around the room. You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes, and yawned. Sweeney was sprawled out on the small, overstuffed chair in the corner, snoring loudly. You smiled to yourself and ruffled your hair. Your eyes drifted back to the tree. A small box sat in front of the tree. You scooted to the edge of the bed, keeping the blanket around your shoulders, and snagged the box from the dresser.

It was a small box, flat, and wasn’t even wrapped. Flipping the box over, you saw that it was an empty cigarette box, and rolled your eyes. You eased the box open and shook the contents out into your hand. It was a charm the size of a quarter, and had a paper tucked inside. You carefully pulled it free and unfolded it, finding it to be a thin piece of tissue paper covered in circles and lines. As you smoothed it out on the bed, you found them to be constellations.

“’s when we met,” Sweeney grunted from his seat. You looked up. He was sitting up, scrubbing his face with a groan. “The sky,” he said, waving his hand.

Your heart thudded in your chest and your face warmed. You folded it with extra care and slipped it back into the small charm. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He shrugged and stood, kicking off his shoes. He flopped onto the bed next to you. You turned the charm over in your hands and set it on the nightstand. Then, you rolled over to face him. “Yer welcome,” he mumbled.

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[dw-writes]

Tumblrs gonna ban me for spamming you with messages :( leonard mccoy x alien!reader sharing holiday traditions

you ALREADY know how i feel about this and i know how you feel but hERE WE ARE!!!! @writerdee1701 and @outside-the-government here is some soft Bones

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“Do you celebrate the holidays on your planet?” The question came as a surprise, especially when it came with the Southern drawl and the clink of a glass on the table in front of you. You looked up, smiling at the sight of Leonard, and asked him what he meant. “Well, like Christmas? Hanukkah? Things like that?”

You tilted your head. The relationship with your soulmate had been interesting – what with the clashing of cultures between Earth and Asterla, and you both struggling to understand the differences between the two. He’d taught you about baseball, you taught him about a similar sport played in the nebula fields of Asterla; you shared how dancing was done on your planet, and he taught you how to two-step.

“Holidays?” you asked as you took the glasses, sipping at the sweet tea he gave you, and smiled. “Celebrations? Like birthdays?”

Leonard tilted his head. “Yeah, kinda. But across the globe.” He scooted closer to you, tracing the lines of your bones in your wrist, and tapped at the PADD in front of you. “They were all religion based, once upon a time.” He tilted his head. “Hanukkah is still religion based, but the rest aren’t. Thanksgivin’, Christmas, the lot of the big ones on Earth don’t really have a religious meanin’ to ‘em anymore,” he explained.

“So, what holiday made you ask me about them?” you asked as you leaned over the PADD. It was a picture of a two stories house surrounded by trees, each of them decorated with multicolored lights and silver tinsel. Leonard was in the middle of the picture, holding a little girl on his shoulders as she balanced a star atop a pine tree in the middle of the yard.

Leonard cleared his throat. “That’s Joanna,” he murmured, “Normally, we’d be decoratin’ my parents place for Christmas, but uh….”

“You’ve been up here,” you murmured. With your free hand, you brushed the space at the base of his neck, where his own soulmate mark was – a swirl of brightly colored nebula, with a single blue star in the lower left quadrant – your birth nebula, and the star that roared in your chest. He cleared his throat and relaxed under your touch. You tilted your head as you stared at the picture. “My family would celebrate for the New Year,” you sighed, “You would say it was the largest holiday on Asterla.”

“What would you do?” whispered Leonard as he leaned into you. He adjusted his arm, slung it low around your back, and slid his hand down your arm until he reached the outlines of your wrist.

“An eclipse happens every new year, like clockwork,” you said with a dazed smile, “So, Asterlites would go out in droves, and when the planet went dark, you would see the glow of thousands of Asterlite stars everywhere.”

“Sounds lovely,” he said as he brushed his nose against the shell of your ear.

Your face glowed, backlit by your own star in a similar way that you described the ritual. You tilted your head away from his gentle lips as your face continued to warm. “Yes, well, then we would blow up hundreds of thousands of fireworks and eat and drink and dance until the sun returned.” You turned the PADD towards you with your thumb, not straying far from Leonard’s embrace.

“Now, wait a minute,” he puffed, “I thought you said dancin’ was for marriage.”

“No, waltzing is for marriage, Bones,” you murmured. A thought struck you. You grabbed the PADD and stood, swinging in to press a loud kiss against Leonard’s mouth. “I have the perfect plan!” You stumbled away from the table, turned around, and finished your tea before kissing him again. “Meet me in your quarters in,” you ticked off your fingers as you jogged backwards, almost colliding with Uhura, who was, luckily, paying attention, “Three hours!”

Leonard nodded and touched his mouth. No matter how many times you kissed him, or he kissed you for that matter, he would never get used to how hot your mouth was. He shook his head and turned back to the table, stuttered, and whirled around. “That’s my PADD!” he shouted with no response.

He did what you said, though, and met you at his room three hours after you had stolen his PADD, rubbing the star at the base of his neck as he wandered over. You were practically vibrating when he walked up and pulled him into his room. “This took a lot of bribing, and I owe Scotty my shore leave days the next time we’re somewhere he enjoys, but!”

A squeal pierced the room the second Leonard passed the door. There, in the middle of his living space, was Joanna. Though, as Leonard looked around, it wasn’t exactly his living space anymore: with the use of multiple hologram nodules (Leonard counted about fifteen, but he was sure there were more) and a synced video call on his PADD, you had turned his living area into his parent’s front yard in Georgia, complete with the pine tree that remained unlit.

Joanna jumped in front Leonard, throwing her arms out wide, then wrapping them tight around herself. He laughed, and you noticed how it caught in his throat. She then went on to talk about school, and how you had called to set everything up, and that she didn’t need him to put her on his shoulders anymore, but she was still so glad that he could be there when she put the star on the tree.

“And!” Joanna declared as she climbed the stepstool, she had lined up next to the tree, “There’s an even bigger surprise for you!”

“Oh, there is?” asked Leonard. He glanced back at you, and you smiled.

Joanna quickly set the star at the top of the tree, then jumped from the stool to run over. She pointed at the PADD that sat on the nearby table. “If you hit the big circle there, you’ll see it,” she said with a nod. Then, she held her hand up to mouth to loudly whisper, “Starlight really helped with this one.”

“You two are plottin’ without me, are ya?” drawled Bones. He swallowed a nervous lump in his throat, then tapped the circle as Joanna said.

The entire room lit up with brilliant, multicolored lights. It wasn’t just the tree in the middle, but the hologram just barely caught the edges of the trees that lined the front yard.

Joanna beamed and clapped her hands. Then, she turned to face Leonard. “Merry Christmas,” she said, “And I can’t wait to see you soon.”

“Merry Christmas, kiddo,” Leonard choked out.

The hologram vanished.

You rubbed your arms. “I was only able to rig them up for a short time but—”

He whirled around and wrapped you up in a hug, burying his face in your shoulder. You slid your hands up his back and squeezed him tight. “Thank you,” he murmured through a trembling sigh. You squeezed him tighter. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Leonard,” you whispered.

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2 with shadow moon

“2 [I love you said: With a hoarse voice, under the blankets] with shadow moon”

this took me WAY too long, and i DEEPLY apologize for that nesa, that was v rude of me. i hope you enjoy this super soft Shadow, because we all know that he deserves this and MUCH more

Rain pattered on the windows of your hotel room. You had wondered why you hadn’t woken up, and that was because Shadow hadn’t gotten out of bed, for the sun was hidden behind thick clouds and thicker rainfall. You rolled over without opening your eyes, searching for the man with your cold fingers.

He groaned a soft, “Why?” when you grazed his back. He shifted, then rolled over, one arm lifting when he felt you wiggling your way across the bed. You set your head on his bicep and smooshed your frigid fingers between your chest and his. “You’re freezing,” he whispered. He pulled the thick blankets over your shoulders, then over your heads, and tucked them between the pillows and the headboard.

“Exactly,” you whispered back, “And you’re warm.”

Shadow traced the shell of your ear with his finger. His other arm pulled you closer to him. You slid one leg between his and tucked your cold toes beneath his calf. He hissed. “This why you keep me around?” he rasped, “’cause I’m warm?”

You smiled. He returned it. “It’s one of your perks,” you said. He hummed. “Plans are cancelled,” you said as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder.

“Because of the rain?” he asked.

“Sure is,” you replied.

You felt him chuckle. “I knew that when I woke up a few hours ago.”

You groaned. “Of course you did,” you mumbled.

He chuckled. “I ordered breakfast.” He planted a kiss against your scalp. “Thought you’d like that since we can’t go out and explore.”

“First day in a foreign country and we’re rained out,” you grumbled.

Shadow laughed again. You relaxed, content with the way that his finger traced over your forehead and through your hair. “Hey,” he whispered. You hummed. His voice was once against thick with sleep and the movement of his hand was slowing when he said, “I love you.”

You smiled. He felt it again his skin. “I love you, too, Shadow,” you sighed. “You might wanna cancel that breakfast. I think we’re both falling asleep.”

“In a minute,” he mumbled. In a minute you were both fast asleep once again.