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Jingle bells, Batman smells—!

Happy Holidays Meme
It's the most wonderful time of the year! Wherever your character is, whatever their feelings on the plethora of holidays found in December, they're bound to be caught up in the festivities. It's up to you what kind of holiday they'll experience! (Feel free to exchange Christmas for whatever holiday your character celebrates.)
Directions
1. Comment with your character, series, preferences, etc.
2. Roll a number between 1-17 (gen) or 1-4 (smut) for a prompt.
3. Reply to others and play out the scenario!
Gen Prompts
1. Tree Shopping — There's nothing like a freshly cut tree at Christmas. Do you go out into the woods to find one yourself, or do you stroll through a lot while it's snowing, looking for the perfect tree?
2. Ice Skating — Do you skate at rink or out on a frozen pond? Have you ever skated before?
3. Pinterest Fails — You're set on making your own gifts this year, so you try out some adorable Pinterest ideas... And fail miserably. How do you salvage Christmas?
4. Secret Santa — The names have been drawn and now you're tasked with finding the right gift for someone who you may hardly know. Is it easy, or do you have to do some reconnaissance before making your decision?
5. Christmas Market — There are stalls of handcrafts and delicious goodies lining the streets, with crowds of people out walking in the snow and drinking mulled wine.
6. Decorating the Tree — How will the two of you decorate the tree? Do you spend a half hour untangling the twinkle lights, make popcorn strings while listening to carols, argue over who gets to put the star on top?
7. Road Trip — The snacks are packed and you’re ready to go to grandma’s house. But what happens when you lose GPS signal and get lost in the middle of nowhere or the car breaks down?
8. Stuck in the Airport — You’re snowed in and the hotels are full of fellow delayed passengers. Why don’t they make these chairs more comfortable for sleeping in?
9. Avoiding the Family — You’re obligated to go home for the holiday, but there’s only so much you can take of your family. Go for a walk, stop by the bar, whatever it takes for a little peace and quiet - and meet someone along the way.
10. Christmas Party — Are you hosting the event, or just bringing an extra bottle of wine? Is it a work function? How many glasses of spiked eggnog have you had?
11. Baking Shenanigans — How long does it take for the two of you to destroy the kitchen, either with forgetting to put the lid on the blender or simply starting a food fight?
12. Burned the Turkey — Well, the main course is a little blackened. Time for Chinese food, or is it pizza this year?
13. Mistletoe — The little sprig of green strikes again! Are you the one stuck under it, or the lucky finder ready to claim your prize?
14. Last Minute Shopping — Are you out fighting the crowds for the best deals? Or are you behind one of the counters, stuck in the annual retail holiday hell?
16. Turbo Man — You have one last thing on your shopping list, but it's the hottest of the season and everywhere is sold out. There's only one left — but they've spotted it too! Who will walk away victorious?
17. Taking in a Show — Who doesn't love going to the theater during the holiday season? The shows always seem a little more magical this time of year, and that new musical sounds like just what you need to get in the spirit.
18. Write-in Option — Is there something we missed? Is there another scenario you want to play out? Go for it!
Smut Prompts
1. Present Under the Tree — You've wrapped yourself up and are waiting for that special someone.
2. Sneaking Away at a Party — No, you can't wait until you get home or the guests leave, you need them now.
3. Keeping Warm During a Snowstorm — The power's gone out and you have to stay warm somehow...
4. Baking Surprise — How on earth did you get chocolate there? Oh well, can't let it go to waste!
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They were, but we still stopped them. And we'll keep stopping them, no matter how many heads try to pop back up. We won't let them hurt anyone else.
[ The way they hurt you. But she can't say those words out loud, not yet. Her hand curls on the table between them but she can neither cross that space nor pull back. ]
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Bright side of them having so many heads and always popping up everywhere: I have a good excuse to keep running missions with SHIELD and hanging out with you, huh?
[ I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James 'Bucky' Barnes, and you're part of my efforts to make amends. He could parrot the words and he was still working on it, but it didn't mean he fully felt it. Not yet. So instead, he's usually joking when it gets too close to this subject in particular, or swerving away from it entirely. ]
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So instead of clinging to his hand and professing emotions she has no business feeling, she holds on with a perfectly respectable strength and rolls her eyes. ]
You do know you could help with other missions, right? It doesn't have to be HYDRA or nothing. We can always use a good 'consultant' in the field, especially one who can keep up with me.
[ Is that flirting? Did she just slip back into flirting? ]
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'Consultant' makes it sound like I should be carrying around a briefcase and wearing a suit and giving presentations in boardrooms.
Anyway, I'd like to, but I dunno how me and Sam are gonna be splitting our time mission-wise just yet. We're not exactly as officially-attached to you guys as the first Avengers were.
Even if the company over at SHIELD is really cute.
[ Yeah, he's flirting. ]
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Well, it can always be on a mission-by-mission basis. You know, when you're not off saving the world with Captain America, [ she rolls her eyes in a 'ugh, that guy again' expression ] you could come save it with me.
[ She turns the charm up to full blast as she adds: ] Besides, I bet you look good in a suit.
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[ His vibranium fingers delicately pick up the tumblr so he doesn't have to let go of her hand; careful to not chip that glass, to not crush it between his fingers as he raises it to his mouth to take another deep swig of that whiskey. Bucky doesn't always climb into the bottle like this — alcohol is frankly too expensive a coping mechanism for him — but it's a nice social lubricant tonight, trying (and succeeding) to dig away at his usual reserve and make himself loosen up.
He's glancing down at their hands now, though, and he absentmindedly trails a fingertip along the lifeline of her palm. Committing the sensation of that touch to memory, since god knows he doesn't get to savour it like this often. And then— he detours, a sharp metaphorical left as he asks another question: ]
Any favourite flowers? Are they actually daisies?
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That fingertip moving across her sensitive skin takes her breath away, every second of sensation imprinting itself upon her. She wants to touch him in return, memorize every inch of that warm, strong hand, but this isn't the time for that. He can lead this round, while they're both still uncertain and skittish. ]
They actually are, yeah. I liked them before I found out my real name, but afterward... [ She lifts one shoulder in a little shrug. ] I didn't know my name until I was 26. Any time I see something that reminds me of it, I cherish the fact that I know who I am now.
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Huh. So I'm guessing you learned it when you learned more about your birth parents?
[ A crinkle of that brow. ]
What was your name before?
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The name the nuns gave me... [ She pauses, then scrunches her nose and gives a firm shake of her head. ] Nope, not telling you that one. It's... bad. Very bad. As soon as I left the orphanage, I changed it and started going by Skye. No last name.
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Oh, c'mon, now you've got to tell me the nun name. [ He flashes what he hopes is a winning grin. ] We can trade embarrassing stories to even it out. Like. What if I told you that a four-year-old, apparently there was one summer where I just rebelled against clothes and decided I couldn't stand them, and ran around the apartment buck-ass naked every time my ma couldn't catch me?
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Well, okay, the image of a tiny Bucky stripping and running around his home is ridiculously adorable. She can't help the laugh that sneaks out or the smile that blooms even as she bites her lip in an attempt to stop it. ]
That's cute, not embarrassing. And definitely not enough for the Nun Name. [ She considers for a moment, then crosses her arms. ] I will, however, concede to letting you try and guess it.
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Wow, those are bad. In retrospect, mine wasn't quite as bad as those... so long as the last name wasn't included. That was the real cherry on top.
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[ The problem with the past ten years is that he's only been around for less than half of it. There hasn't been much room for living in his years since leaving HYDRA, especially considering his time spent on ice in Wakanda and then dusted out of existence; plus Bucky's been puttering along in a kind of half-life even outside of that. So he chews over the question. ]
So, to be totally honest— it's not like I have that many recent stories to fall back on. Like, five of those years, I wasn't even here.
[ Silver lining of Bucky's strange life: blinking and finding that the world had slid five years in the interim was, actually, pretty par for the course for him. That particular chapter hadn't been quite as traumatic for him as others. He was already a man out of time, so what was one more blip? ]
I don't really have one big embarrassment. Maybe just a bunch of small ones. Like my first real mission with Sam, I made the really smart decision of jumping out of a plane without a parachute and just bouncing off every tree on my way down. Or maybe— okay, so, he made me a dating profile without me realising and set my preferences to women over sixty?
He wasn't enough of an asshole to actually match with them, but I had to figure out how to change those settings. And update my bio. And that, Daisy Bernardine Johnson, is how I learned what 'cougars' were.
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Cougars. The very idea sends tears back to her eyes as the laughs spill out, though she reaches up to wipe the corners of her eyes before they get too far. ]
Okay, but you totally got off easy with the whole not being matched thing. If it had been anyone else...
[ She shakes her head, rubbing at her eyes again. She's tired but not tired enough for this night to end. Especially not before she's held up her end of the bargain. Smile fading to an open but weary expression, she sighs heavily. ]
I'm only gonna say it once, and if you ever tell anyone, cougars will be the least of your worries. [ Stealing herself, she pouts like a child and glumly gives him the information he's been waiting so impatiently for. ]
Mary Sue Poots.
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No.
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[ Her pout somehow manages to grow in comical intensity and she leans forward, raising both hands to frame her face as she props her chin in her palms. Another heavy sigh, followed by a complaint she's repeated far too many times over the years. ]
As if being an orphan wasn't bad enough.
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How early did you pick 'Skye' for yourself? Was there a period of time where you did answer to Mary? — or, uh, Mary Sue?
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[ Sixteen-year-old Daisy had been pretty damn thorough, too. Other than the odd written record buried I'm a dusty basement filing cabinet, she'd erased any trace of herself prior to becoming Skye. ]
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Your secret's safe with me. And I'm sorry, but man, that really was horrible. Thanks for making me fight for it.
[ And then after a pause, Bucky's blue eyes linger and trawl over her: a long, assessing look from tip to toe of what he can see of her across the table. A measured gaze, to a purpose, and that purpose becomes clear a moment later as he concludes: ]
You don't look like a Mary Sue Poots. I like 'Daisy Johnson' way better.
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The weight of his studying gaze is a comforting one, the feeling at odds with her nerves at what he might find. She doesn't expect the explanation he gives, but a heat creeps up her neck to her cheeks. ]
Thanks. So do I. [ She tilts her head, studying him in return with a small smile. ] You look like a James... But you also look like a Bucky. Which would you prefer I call you?
[ After the evening they've shared, she wonders if his answer will have changed or stayed the same. ]
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It is a good question. They'd mostly gone by Barnes and Johnson when they were on the op together. The cops, authorities, SHIELD, people he works with in official capacities, they tend to call him Sergeant Barnes as a measure of respect. How he introduced himself mattered; for a while, he'd groused about how Sam hadn't earned the right to call him Bucky yet, although they were long past that now. Zemo had been assiduous about using James.
But in the end, it's easy enough to answer for her. ]
Most people call me James, but friends can call me Bucky.
So I think we can safely say you can call me Bucky, by now.
[ A flash of a smile. ]
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Well, I feel special now. [ She tilts her head to the side, blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she watches him with affectionate interest. It still feels like such a surreal thing to be sitting here with Bucky Barnes, of all people, but she's starting to accept that this is really happening. She's really becoming friends with a hero who's been through just as much horrible shit as she has... and they might even be inching toward something more. ]
You never said what your favorite flower is.
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end or yours to wrap!