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not-close-to-straight · 6 years

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*Christmas* (Chapter Two)

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(Song: Deck the Halls by Mannheim Steamroller)

“Hey Bucky!” Tony called when Bucky came through the kitchen into the common area. “What are you doing? Are you busy at all?”

“Um, no but--” Bucky tilted his head curiously, taking in the honestly atrocious sweater {{ https://pin.it/jxljbnkbuhgpkv}} Tony was wearing, the piles of greenery, the stacks of bows and huge potted poinsettias over taking the living room, and the way the man was balanced precariously on the edge of the couch, trying to hang a wreath on the wall. “Tony, what are you doing?”

“Decking the halls.” Tony answered, as if that answer made complete sense. “With boughs of holly.” he held up the wreath. “Duh.”

“Of course.” Bucky tried not to smile so big, but Tony was just… just fucking adorable. “I don't know how I didn't see that.”

“I don't know either. Hey listen--” Tony sent him a considering look, seeming to scrutinize him, and Bucky shifted a little anxiously, folding his arms and then switching to clasping his hands behind his back, trying to draw the attention away from his left arm.

“Don't do that.” Tony said mildly. “I don't care about your arm. But you’re, you know… big, right? You’re a big guy?”

“Uh--” Bucky shrugged. “I guess I'm big?”

“I mean bigger than me.” Tony's eyes were twinkling and Bucky knew he was blushing. “Taller than me, specifically. Can you help me with this wreath? I'm too lazy to actually go get a step stool and I can't quite reach where I want this to go. So maybe you could do it for me?”

“Oh. Oh sure, Tony. That's no problem.” Bucky crossed over to the couch right away. “Yeah, I can help, let me just--”

“Ack!” Tony startled when Bucky just grabbed him around the waist, lifting him up several feet without even hesitating. “Okay, I sort of meant maybe you could just hang it, but what's up muscles? This is fine too.

“Oh sorry.” Bucky started to loosen his grip and Tony outright chucked the wreath in favor of grabbing onto his big shoulders and shrieking--“Don't drop me!”

Bucky froze and for a full thirty seconds they stared at each other, Tony looking terrified that Bucky was going to drop him on his ass, Bucky too distracted by the way Tony's shirt had rucked up and was showing a soft patch of bare skin to realize he was still holding the smaller man sort of awkwardly up in the air.

“I uh-- I wasn't going to drop you.” he offered, and the death grip Tony had on his shoulders loosened a bit. “I was just gonna put you down. I mean, I'll still put you down, if you want.”

“Oh good to know.” Tony's cheeks were bright red and he looked like he was trying not to laugh. “Okay, so it's cool that you can just Dirty Dancing hold me like this, but I sort of threw the wreath across the room when I panicked, so I need to go get that. So yeah. Maybe put me down, thanks.”

“Right..” Bucky said lamely, and set Tony down carefully, stepping away as fast as he could. “Sorry-- sorry about that.”

“It's fine.” Tony assured him, biting at the inside of his cheek so he wouldn't scream with laughter, because when he had thrown the wreath, a bunch of glitter and pine needles had rained down on Bucky's hair, and now the soldier looked like a Christmas fairy except he was scowling because he was embarrassed and it was just… it was too much, and Tony bit at his cheek harder to keep himself under control.

“I'll just um--” Bucky jogged to the kitchen and reappeared with a step stool, putting it down by Tony's feet and backing away, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. “I'll let you do this and I'll just go.”

“Will you hang the other ones for me?” Tony was already up on the stool, able to reach the nail on the wall perfectly now. “I want some above the doors and it would save me some time if you helped?”

“Oh.” Bucky blinked a few times. “You want me to stay?”

“Well yeah. At the very least you can put all those muscles to use and carry the heavy boxes for me.” Tony sent a flirty smile in his direction, topped it off with a wink and Bucky felt it clear down to his toes.

“Yep. I'll definitely stay. Definitely stay and help you.”

“Wonderful.” Tony jerked his thumb towards a huge box. “Wreaths are in there. Go nuts.”

A few minutes later, setting a giant gold and silver wreath above the kitchen door, Bucky mentioned, “This song is better than yesterdays song.”

“Oh yeah, Mannheim Steamroller is the best.” Tony grinned, looked at all the extra glitter that had settled in Bucky's hair and grinned even more. “The absolute best.”

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“Tony, it looks great in here.” Natasha looked around the common room approvingly, at the wreaths and lights and carefully arranged poinsettia potts. “You really outdid yourself this year, I love the gold and silver and red.”

“Bucky helped.” Tony looked up from sketching out his design for the outdoor lights, nibbling at a Christmas cookie absentmindedly. “He hung up everything I couldn't reach.”

“So everything above five feet?” Clint teased and Tony winged a pillow at him, even though Bucky smiled a little from where he was posted up closer to the window, staring out at the city lights and drinking a beer.

“Hey Bucky baby.” Clint motioned to his hair. “You’ve got a little something… just all over the place. I mean what happened, did I miss a glitter fight?”

“A glitter fight?” Bucky frowned and ran his hand through his hair, and his mouth dropped open in shock when it came away covered in sparkles. “Oh shit. How long have I had all this glitter in my--”

Then his eyes narrowed and he sent a suspicious look at Tony, who sank a little further into his seat, holding his sketch book up in front of his face so he wouldn't laugh as Bucky stomped past on his way to take a shower.

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Saturday nights were movie nights of course, so Tony begrudgingly turned off the ropes of lights hanging from the ceiling so they could actually see the television.

“What are we watching?” Natasha asked, taking a bowl of popcorn from Pepper with a grateful smile, and tucking herself closer to Clint. “Is it time for the Grinch yet?”

“Oh no.” Steve groaned. “God. Not the Grinch. I cannot handle that movie yet. It's only the beginning of the month. Tony will want to sing along to everything, and then he will quote it for days. Please, not the Grinch yet. Jim Carrey just isn't all that funny, Tony, I don't know why you think he is.”

“Don't worry, it's not the Grinch. Not until next week, so chill out.” Tony shot Steve an irritated look. “Plus it's not about how funny the movie is, it's a heart warming story of Christmas cheer and how Christmas isn't about presents, it's about loving one another. How can you hate that? Good Christ, you’re practically the Grinch!”

“My bad.” Steve held up his hands peacefully. “Alright, Tony, what are we watching then?”

“Home Alone.” Tony still sounded miffed. “Is that satisfactory, Captain Buzzkill?”

“Yes!” Clint punched at the air. “I love this movie!”

“Yeah, because you are a Dennis-level menace!” Rhodes snarked at him and Pepper elbowed him gently.

“Tony! Rhodey’s sneaking into fraternize with Pepper again and now he’s making fun of my movie!” Clint hollered. “Do something about that!”

“Settle Hawk. You as well, Colonel.” Nothing silenced a family squabble like Thor's deep voice, and this time was no exception, Clint snapping his mouth shut and Rhodey sitting back quietly. “We will watch the movie Anthony chooses, for this is his favorite season, and his home and he can do as he pleases.”

“That's why I keep you around, Point Break.” Tony looked infinitely pleased with Thor's help. “Home Alone is the movie tonight, so everyone sit down and shaddup.”

Thor settled onto the floor in front of Steve’s recliner, and Tony took over the smaller loveseat, snagging an entire bowl of popcorn for himself, and slurping noisily at his hot chocolate as the movie played.

Bucky snuck in late, and Tony sat up abruptly, patting at the seat next to him and shoving the popcorn in Bucky's lap when he sat.

“Sorry about the glitter earlier.” he whispered. “I didn't think you’d be mad about it.”

“It's alright, I wasn't mad.” Bucky whispered back. “I guess I needed a shower anyway.”

“Yeah, no you smelled horrible.” Tony joked, but then Bucky's face fell and he felt like a jerk. “No, no, Bucky. I was joking. Oh my god--”

“Shhhhh!” Rhodey hissed and Tony ducked his head and lowered his voice even more.

“No, honey, I was joking. I swear. Like you said you needed a shower, but you totally didn't. You smell wonderful all the time like minty and super fresh and I didn't tell you about the glitter because you looked like a Christmas fairy and it was so damn adorable I couldn't help it. I didn't mean to embarrass you.”

Bucky just blinked at him.

Tony blinked back. “I just said a lot of things, didn't I?”

Bucky's lips twitched like he was fighting a smile.

“Okay, well I'm making an idiot of myself and the good part of the movie is coming up so I'm gonna stop talking.” Tony huffed and turned back to the movie, looking three different shades of embarrassed. “But you do look cute with glitter. Just saying.”

Bucky didn't say anything else, but he kept stealing glances at Tony, and Tony kept reaching over to take popcorn.

Natasha snuggled in close to Clints chest, smiling every time her boyfriend laughed at the pranks, mouthing the lines along with him because they had seen the movie so many times they had it memorized.

No one noticed when Steve shifted forward enough to run his fingers through Thor’s short hair, tugging lightly and scratching at his scalp until the demi god moved back into the touch, his good eye closing in contentment.

Rhodey urged Pepper closer to him, and even after dating for almost two months now, she still blushed a little before winding their legs together and kissing him gently.

Tony smiled when he caught it, then smiled more when he looked over at Clint and Natasha. He pulled his phone out to send a text to Sam and Bruce to let them know what they were missing, and reached across the couch to get more popcorn.

Bucky jumped about a mile when their hands accidentally touched and it took most of Tony's self control not to comment on it.

The movie played, and everyone laughed at the appropriate times, and all was peaceful, and all was merry and when Tony huffed in annoyance and jumped back up to turn all the Christmas lights back on---

---all was bright.

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#ncts christmas #winteriron #thundershield #christmas #deck the halls #christmas time

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teamiplier-prefrences · 7 years

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Parents au

♤Ethan would be the type of dad who:

¤"Dad, I can’t go to school, I fractured my motivation.“ He laughs to hard and doesn’t bring you to school, writing a note that says how you woke up vomiting that morning.

¤finds out you cried yourself to sleep multiple nights in a row over a math project that’s supposed to be for people in the tenth grade, not for people in the sixth. Proceeds to go to twitter to rant about your school while actively brings the school to court to teach them a lesson on forcing advanced stuff on kids who should be learning the basics of multiplying decimals.

¤Conversations usually go like:

Ethan, while reading the newspaper: So, have any crushes?

Son/Daughter, embarrassed: daD!

Ethan: Do you? I saw this cute cashier when I went to the store and they’re roughly the same age as you, and has a 4.0 gpa, so I gave them your number

Son/Daughter: You can’t just give away my number to people who you think should be my s/o!

Ethan: But they have a 4.0 gpa!

¤Has one of those family member car stickers, and they’re little birds because you’re absolutely fascinated with birds.

¤"Y'know, I just realized I never gave you the talk. Let me go to the store real quick, and then I’ll tell you all about it.” He comes back with a box of condoms, a cucumber, and a doughnut and proceeds to scar the fuck out of you.

♡Amy would be the type of mom who:

¤reads alien conspiracy theories to you as a bedtime story.

¤somehow managed to convince you that she’s an alien, which by default, means you’re an alien too.

¤"Uh, Miss. Nelson? Can you please tell your child that they’re not an alien, and to please stop trying to ‘probe,’ the other students?“

¤teaches you how to do your makeup while also helping you with homework.

¤"To get the perfect wing is art, darling. But, learning how to divide 300AB^2 by 9008AB^3 is downright torture when you’re in the seventh grade. I didn’t learn that until ninth grade, at least.”

¤¤"Mom? I’m being bullied at school.“

¤¤”*sliding a pen and paper across the table to you* Write down their first and last names and what class period you have them in, and they won’t be a problem ever again.“

¤Has a 'My Band Student Child Can Kick Your Football Team Child’s Ass Any Day.’ Bumper sticker.

¤You’re a first chair trumpet, and once you told your dad, he never felt more proud of you in his in entire life.

♢Kathy would be the type of mom who:

¤"Hey darlin, your teacher called and said you had broke down crying during a test and wouldn’t tell her why. I bought pizza for dinner and we can talk about it as we watch Moana.”

¤Doesn’t matter if it’ll take seven hours to get it done, she will sit down with you at the table to help you with your homework with thirty minute breaks every ten questions.

¤Has a 'My kid isn’t an honors student, but they can kick your honor student kid’s weak ass any day of the week.’ Bumper sticker.

¤You still crawl into her bed on days where your adhd makes your mind wander dangerously when you hear noises coming from somewhere in the house.

¤¤You still crawl into her bed when there’s bad weather because you’re absolutely terrified of it.

¤¤¤To the point where you had a panic attack one night when she asked Ethan to babysit you because the thunder was too loud and the lightening was too close and the rain was hitting the house too hard, and your mom wasn’t there to protect you from the loud noises.

¤cuddles are The Best™ because she’s not a little woman, so there’s so much of her to cuddle and she’s so soft and wow your mom is the best.

♧Mark would be the type of dad who:

¤Has set rules, but they’re totally weird, and not normal rules.

¤¤"If you come home and you’re not practicing your instrument for at least ten minutes, then I’ll help you practice.“

¤¤"No macaroni on Tuesdays and Fridays.”

¤¤"Spaghetti is forbidden unless you say 'Knees Weak, Arms Heavy, Mom’s Spaghetti.’ at least once before and after you make it.“

¤¤"Dabbing is banned in this household. If I see you or any of your friends dabbing in or around this house, you’re on dish duty for a week.”

¤¤"You must pet Chica at least once a day. If you don’t, she gets sad.“

¤Made a twitter account dedicated to posting pictures of you as you grow up.

¤"Ethan, your child may have a higher gpa than mine, but at least mine can actually appreciate the art that is memes.”

¤Has a silly rivalry going between him and Ethan on who’s child is the best.

¤¤Little do either of them know, you both are dating and love each other dearly.

¤"What do you mean the bananas at school went up to a dollar? Last week they were fifty cents per banana!“

¤once you’re old enough to understand your dad makes youtube videos as a job, you decide you want to follow in his footsteps and be like him.

¤¤Cue to him holding you in his lap as you make a trial video for his channel to see how you’d do, and you playing it with him giving you tips on what to do.

��¤¤It goes well, a lot of positive feedback and the video reached almost 100k views in less than three hours. Mark decides to let you start your own channel once you turn sixteen, so until then, you appear in some of his videos and play games with him.

¤Has a 'My Kid Can Beat Your Kid In Mario Cart # Any Day Of The Week.’ Bumper sticker

☆Tyler would be the type of dad who:

¤Let’s you have a mental health day twice a month (unless there’s a week long break in that month, like spring break, or thanksgiving).

¤Is proud of you, even when you have a ’D,’ on your report card.

¤(tw: suicidal thoughts) School made you so stressed that you literally used to spend hours on end contemplating whether or not killing yourself would make everything so much better.

¤¤(tw: suicide attempt) You actually did try to commit suicide. You regretted it because not only did you make your dad an absolute mess, you created three stacks of missed homework from school that made you wish your attempt was successful.

¤"Look, sweetheart. School’s hard, I know. I’ve been looking into online school’s and I found this one where all you have to do is go to the site for two hours for just once a week, and then you’d have to do at least three hours of work at home for the rest of the week. I want you to think over this, and as soon as your discharged, I want your full decision.”

¤Cuddles with him are The Bestest™ because he’s just so soft and warm. You always go to your dad for cuddles when you’re having a particularly rough day (which is usually when you’re sitting on your bed, looking at the closet you tried hanging yourself in.)

¤He’s even more proud of you when you start doing better in school now that you’re doing online school.

¤"Guys! The lowest grade she has on her report card is a 'B,’ and it’s in English! I’m so proud of her!“

¤Is extremely proud of you. Will make happy indirects on twitter and they’re usually like:

•"When you think of the past, you realize how far you’ve come from, and how better you’re doing.”

•"Anything you can create is and always will be deemed 'Fridge Worthy™.’ No matter if it’s a stick figure drawing, or the next Picasso painting. It’s fridge worthy.“

¤Has a 'My Kid Might Be Depressed, Anxiety-Ridden, and Stressed Out, But They Can Still Fight Your Kid In A Denny’s Parking Lot At 2 AM and Win.’ Bumper sticker.

#parent au #youtube imagines #iceddarkroast #amy nelson #averytiredkat #kathryn #markiplier #mark fischbach #apocalypto_12 #tyler scheid #tw: suicide mentioned #tw: suicide attempt #tw: suicidal thoughts #i don't think you can tell but i really hate school #like all the things mentioned about school is a mixture of my hatred towards it and bits of my life #plus some #eth #cranki boi

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