The heroes were fighting a villain when they fall into your world where you are a spider individual and the only hero in the city they fell in Now they have to keep a low profile and find the villain that is now in the city that trapped them here to get back Will you cross paths with them or will they stay hidden from you
. ° - âMerry Christmas, Saint Nick!â - ° . It was winterâChristmas break!âand Michael Robinavitch somehow convinced the board to let he, a couple of other residents, and you to spend a four-week vacation in a snow-piled cabin in the deep depths of a cute, cozy, blizzardous town in Vermont. And you, my sweet, have to share with Michael Robinavitchâ the DILF you have a HUGE crush on.
After a reluctant agreement between Garou and Badd to share you as their lover, they never stop competing about who's the better boyfriend. When Christmas comes, all of you decide to spend it at your house by doing some fun activities and exchanging gifts! Their competition has only just begun... (Ft. Zenko since Badd couldn't find a caretaker for her)
Snow drifts like ash across the iron gates of the Addams manor, the night quiet enough to hear the creak of ancient hinges as you push them open. Your fingers are numb around the twine of the neatly wrapped gifts balanced in your armsâblack paper, blood-red ribbon, a small attempt at festivity in a place that doesnât require it. You hesitate only once before walking up the long path, boots crunching softly, heart louder than the wind.
Christmas at the Young Avengersâ Brooklyn loft was supposed to be simple. It isnât. Between chaotic decorating, questionable holiday decisions, clashing personalities, and too much magic, you and the team prepare for a Christmas thatâs loud, messy, and unexpectedly heartfelt. Amid sarcasm, found family, and last-minute disasters, the loft becomes exactly what it was meant to beâa home.
You graduated from university a year ago and youâve just entered winter break. You book a 4 week holiday to Canada, a cabin in the beautiful woodland forest. Itâs snowy and cold and ethereal, the air fresh and of that Christmas spirit. You love being alone. You found yourself on a walk one afternoon in this forest on your first week, when you walk past a handsome blonde haired boy, looked around the age of 20. He caught your eye. But he didnât notice you. You shrug and walk on.
Youâre standing on the Lopez family porch with numb fingers and a tight grip on the handles of the gift bags, breath fogging in the cold night air. The house is warm and loud insideâlow music, familiar voices, the clink of dishesâbut you hesitate anyway. You always do. Holidays have a way of reminding you how easy it is to be forgotten. Missed birthdays. Group chats that go silent. Friends who swear theyâll call and never do.