#I'm catching up on their advent calendar

[secondbeatsongs]

I really love that Ashens and Nerdcubed have decided that the four genders are barbie, off-brand soldier, sitcom, and german science puppet

[orlissa]

For your advent prompts: Prayer. Godspeed in this endeavour!! I hope it works out for you, I love all your projects!! 💙💙💙💙💙

Day 3: Prayer

“You didn’t pray,” she said the moment they left the Grand Palace’s chapel behind and she could be reasonably sure that no-one was deliberately eavesdropping on them. It was an unforeseen and unfortunate consequence of being the Sun Summoner: as technically part of the court, she was expected to attend service every Sunday morning. She hated it with every fiber of her being, but at least she had Aleksander with her most of the time. “When the Apparat told everyone to pray, you didn’t.”

The arm that held hers stiffened momentarily, but then he shot her a mock-accusing glance, a hint of a smile hiding at the corner of his mouth. “If you noticed that, it means you weren’t praying either.”

She tried not to make a face. “They made us go to church twice a week at the orphanage, and Any Kuya, the matron, she watched us like a hawk to make sure we behaved appropriately—and she did not spare the rod when she thought we didn’t. I think I’ve prayed enough for a lifetime.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled. “Well, I’ve lived a fair bit more than you have. If you’ve had enough prayer for a lifetime, then what about me?” Despite his teasing tone, she winced, and was just about to concede to defeat when he spoke again. “I don’t put much value into the kind of prayers the Apparat expects and the court practices, the kind with carefully memorized wording and intonation, but little meaning. And I’ve been around for long enough to understand that any master, let them be worldly or divine, that demands such a mindless worship deserves no devotion.”

It was blasphemy, plain and simple, a sin much greater in the eyes of the church than her own indifference, but she did not call him out on that. Instead she asked, “But you do pray?”

“I do.”

The logical, the dangerous, question at the point would have been To whom?, because he clearly did not pray to the saints, but instead she asked, “How?”

He did not answer right away.

“I think that real prayer, honest prayer, comes from the heart. It does not necessarily include words—it’s more of a feeling. It’s standing with your face to the sun, and letting the gratitude fill you, because, by the grace of some unseen force, you are there to feel it.”

She thought about his words for a moment. “You know what?” she said, pulling just close enough to him that it was on the verge of being indecent. “I think I, too, prefer that kind of prayer to the Apparat’s droning.”

[miumura]

( ☕️ ) HOT CHOCO GIRL — HANBIN FIC

[ DAY TWO ] of the advent calendar !

( ☕️ ) OPENING . . everytime december comes around, hanbin always looks forward to seeing you—the hot choco girl. why? because he thinks you’re the prettiest person he has ever laid his eyes on.

( 𖦹 ) BREWING . . barista!hanbin x customer!fem-reader

( ☕️ ) MENU . . fluff, strangers 2 lovers FT. jibeom from golcha

( 𖦹 ) WARNINGS . . none i think !! ~~ WC 900+ !

( ☕️ ) CLOSING . . barista hanbin in stuck in my head .. i need to write a long fic or smau ver of him bc its that bad!!!!

Playing the cafe playlist, Hanbin works cheerfully, humming along as he arranges the freshly baked pastries on the shelves. Jibeom emerges from the back and notices Hanbin's broad smile. He sneakily inches closer to him, but Hanbin catches him in the act, causing Jibeom to freeze, looking almost guilty.

"Jibeom, what are you doing?" Hanbin inquires.

"What are you doing?" Jibeom deflects the question, leaving Hanbin puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

Jibeom slowly gets closer, making Hanbin chuckle. “Tell me what’s up with your smile.”

“Huh?”

“Let me reword it. I mean, why the big smile today? Got a crush or something?"

Hanbin's face reddens a little at the tease. "No, nothing like that. I'm just feeling good today. Is it wrong to be happy?"

Jibeom laughs, "Of course not! I was just curious." He goes to grab some trays to help Hanbin with the display.

Hanbin watches Jibeom's retreating back, a soft smile playing on his lips. There was one reason behind his good mood: that extra sprinkle of happiness that you always brought into this month.

When Jibeom comes back to also start putting things onto the shelves with Hanbin, he can’t stop the curiosity getting to him. “Okay but seriously, why are you smiling?”

“It’s nothing!”

“That’s the biggest lie I’ve ever heard in my life,” Jibeom teased, gazing into Hanbin's eyes again. "Go on, spill it."

"Um, well, the thing is, I'm thrilled because it's December."

"Just because of that?"

"Yeah, it's when the girl comes to our café," Hanbin elaborated, his grin growing wider. “Hot choco girl.” Jibeom appeared confused, more concerned – what had his friend gotten himself into?

"Hot chocolate girl? Who on earth is that?" Jibeom inquired, driven by curiosity.

"A girl who comes in for hot chocolate…?" Hanbin remarked, glancing at Jibeom, who sported a bored expression.

"Even a toddler would be aware of that," Jibeom shook his head, lightly tapping Hanbin with the tray. "Who is this customer? I can't recall our regulars, to be completely honest."

“You’ll see who she is later,” Hanbin said, moving away quickly from Jibeom. He rolled his eyes, quickly following him behind, “Hey! You can’t just say that!”

The minutes turned into hours, and Hanbin remained fixated on the entrance, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the person he longed to see. Each time someone entered who wasn't the one, a hint of disappointment flickered across his face, though he clung to a glimmer of hope.

Jibeom, as always, notices his friend constantly drifting his attention to the doors, once again sneaking up on his friend. “She’s not here yet?” He scared Hanbin a bit, making him calm his racing heart. “You really need to stop sneaking up on me like this.”

“Sorry!” Jibeom chuckled, and looked at the entrance. “Hey, is it her?” Hanbin immediately whipped his head around, not being able to contain his smile. “Yeah. That’s hot choco girl.”

Jibeom could tell Hanbin had hearts coming out of his eyes, not being able to keep his eyes off of you. “You’re down bad.” Hanbin rolled his eyes, playfully pushing Jibeom away, “Yeah, yeah–whatever! Just go!”

With a swift adjustment, Hanbin flashed his widest smile as he headed towards the register. His gaze met yours, and you returned the same smile.

"Back again?" he asked.

"Yeah—oh, you remember me?" You responded, a touch flustered, rubbing your hands together to warm them up.

"I tend to remember a few faces around here and there," Hanbin replied, not entirely dishonest; he couldn't recall everyone, but he certainly remembered you.

"I see," you chuckled, ready to place your order when Hanbin interjected once more.

"Hot chocolate with extra whipped cream?" Hanbin was already punching in the order, exchanging a soft smile with you. Your eyes widened, curiosity sparking within you.

"Oh – I just remember because you only order this during this month," Hanbin explained, his response seeming quite reasonable. After all, what barista wouldn’t recognize their regular customers?

"You're quite attentive," you remarked, reaching into your bag for your wallet. "Do you need my name too, or do you already have that in your head?"

Hanbin's face slightly flushed, he accepted your card without saying a word. Dodging your question, he remarked, "Your order will be ready in a bit," as he busied himself. You chuckled, retrieving your card. "Thank you."

Exactly five minutes later, Hanbin finished preparing the drink, securing the lid tightly. He took a black sharpie, jotting something down that brought a smile to his face. "Order for YN," he called out, noticing you hastening over to collect the drink. You expressed your gratitude, taking the hot cup. Before taking a sip, you glanced at the cup once more, noticing "For: Hot Choco Girl — XXX-XXX-XXXX" written on it.

He really just gave you his phone number.

When you looked up, you found Hanbin, completely flustered and unable to maintain eye contact. The thought of him finally making a move made him feel excitement, but also anxiousness.

Feeling a mix of surprise and amusement, you took a sip of your hot chocolate, the warmth spreading through you. Before leaving the shop, you caught Hanbin's eyes once more, noticing his still evident embarrassment.

"Thank you," you said with a playful smile, lifting the cup slightly.

Walking away, you turned back and grinned. "I'll have to call you about this later, Hanbin," you teased, noting his bashful expression. With that, you headed out, leaving Hanbin behind, visibly flustered and fidgety behind the counter.

As you left the shop, Hanbin found himself placing a hand over his chest, sensing his rapid heartbeat. It wasn't the familiar cold sensation during this time, but rather a rush of warmth, a nice and comforting feeling spreading within him.

Well, he guesses that's what "hot choco girl" does to him.

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[neyswxrld]

caught in a crosshair

Crosshair x reader (gn)

summary: Snowball fight with Crosshair.

warnings: slightly suggestive at the end, reader gets pinned down, snow shower; 18+

word count: ~660

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a/n: this is the fifth fic for my advent calendar! just as i took a small break from correcting this small fic to pick up my brother, he decided to throw a snowball at me. how fitting.

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

You should have known better.

You should have known better than tossing a stupid snowball on his back.

But well, how should you know that the elite soldier and perfect sniper who was literally named Crosshair not only shoots his targets precisely but can also throw and never miss?

Needless to say  that he immediately bent down to take revenge when you hit him with the frozen ball.

What you didn't expect was him having fun throwing snow at you and not stopping at one ball.

One ball suddenly turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into a whole snowball fight quickly.

Lucky for you, Crosshair is kind enough not to aim for your face, but in the end, it doesn't really matter. When you are able to throw one ball and don't even hit him with it, he throws at least two.

You were covered in white faster than you could count to ten, and as time went by, you got more and more desperate. You needed to do something, or you would never hear the end of it.

The next time he throws a ball at you, you duck just right, so it hits your face. You yelp and throw your weight behind you, falling into the snow that feathers your fall a little bit. "Ouch," you whine over-dramatically, holding your cold hand to your face.

You hear Crosshair sprinting towards you as soon as he hits your face, and he is next to you just a second later.

"You okay?" he asks, worried.

Instead of answering, you start grinning. In the exact moment, understanding crosses his features, your hand, filled with snow, already flies up to his neck.

"That is not fair!" He tries to shake you off, but you hold on to him like your life depends on it.

But as always, Crosshair is just unpredictable. He uses your tight grip to his advantage and easily pins you down with his weight, catching your hands between you. While you can't move yours, his hands have all the freedom they need to just grab the snow around you and shove it down your shirt.

"Oh, cold, cold! Stop it, stop it!" you yell, laughing, and try to push him off you. You don't stand a chance.

The snow is cold and wet, and you can already feel yourself starting to shake. "Cross-," you keep giggling and squirming, but you can't gain any control.

After a few minutes, he stops and looks you in the eyes with a raised brow.

"Had enough?" he questions. You nod in an instant. "Yes, yes. Please let me go," you almost beg, but you still have to chuckle in between your words.

"It's always the same. Can dish but can't take it," he mumbles, playfulness in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. You just have to go over the top all the time," you smile back, but he just raises his other eyebrow, too.

"I'm just defending myself," he states, starting to climb off of you, reaching out with his hand at the same time to help you up.

Both of you start to brush the snow off your clothes, but wet stains still stay. Your teeth start to chatter. Hugging yourself, you turn around to Crosshair, who seems to be fine.

"We should go home, I'm freezing," you tell him. He nods once, lays an arm around you, and you start your short way back home.

This time, you aren't interrupted by snowball fights or snow showers. Instead, you enjoy the quiet (well, the quiet that was left after your chattering teeth) and your closeness.

Back at home, both of you decide that a bath would help warm you up the fastest.

You fill the bath tub with hot water and bubbling soap, light some candles, and let the evening fade out with soft touches and sweet kisses that fill you with warmth even faster than the water ever could.

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@isthereanechoinhere96

[doumadono]

Synopsis: Kirishima is looking forward to Christmas and decides to pleasantly surprise his boyfriend, Bakugo, with a charming Christmas jumper. The question lingers: will Bakugo be on board with the idea of matching Christmas sweaters?

A/N: this oneshot was written for the KRBK Advent Calendar hosted by @krbkevents My prompt was: sweaters

Kirishima stepped out of the flat he shared with Bakugo, and a burst of laughter escaped him. The snowfall had turned the world into a winter wonderland, and he found himself mesmerized by the delicate dance of snowflakes. His crimson eyes sparkled with childlike delight as he walked through the snow-covered streets, his head tilted back to catch the flakes on his face.

Soon, the hero stepped into the bustling Christmas market. The entire place was a kaleidoscope of colors and festive lights, and the snowfall added a touch of magic to the already enchanting atmosphere. 

Despite Kirishima's excitement about the Christmas market, there was a twinge of disappointment when Bakugo declined the invitation to join him. How could he opt for baking mundane, spicy muffins instead of accompanying him to the enchanting Christmas market?! Yet, Kirishima couldn't help but smile inwardly, recognizing that his boyfriend's gruff demeanor was precisely what captivated him.  He loved Bakugo just the way he was — always angry and negative about everything. They complemented each other so well!

As he strolled through the Christmas market, Kirishima couldn't resist the festive allure of the stalls. The aroma of hot cocoa and the twinkling lights created an atmosphere of pure joy. He meandered through the market, picking up small gifts and treats until he found himself standing in front of a stall adorned with handmade Christmas sweaters.

The older lady behind the stall greeted him with a warm smile, and her eyes lit up with recognition. "Well, if it isn't Red Riot! What brings my favorite hero to my humble little stall today?"

Kirishima blushed, appreciating the recognition. "Hello!! Just taking a break from hero duties to enjoy the holiday season. Your sweaters caught my eye, they're amazing!"

The lady chuckled, "I'm glad you like them, Red Riot. Anything in particular you're looking for?"

Kirishima's gaze fell upon the green-bottle colored sweater with a charming reindeer motif. "Actually, this one is perfect. I'd like two of them, please — one for me and one for my boyfriend. He's a bit of a firecracker, but I think he'll love this."

The lady grinned, "A matching set, how sweet! You sure have a good eye, Red Riot."

Kirishima chuckled at the wordplay, "Thanks! I thought the reindeer motif was a nice touch. Plus, the green will really stand out and match our eyes! Did you make them all yourself?” 

"Yes, indeed. Been knitting these for years. It brings me joy to see people appreciate the art of handmade crafts during the holidays."

“How much do I owe you?"

After the transaction, Kirishima thanked the lady, expressing his gratitude for the beautiful sweaters. As he left the stall, he couldn't wait to surprise Bakugo with the festive gifts, imagining the delight on his boyfriend's face when he saw the matching Christmas sweaters.

Kirishima returned home, paper bags filled with goods in hand. Before stepping inside, he shook off the clinging snow from his shoulders and dusted his shoes to rid them of the winter frost. "I'm home!" he announced cheerfully. After kicking off his shoes and slipping into reindeer-motif slippers, he made his way to the kitchen, where Bakugo was engrossed in mixing dry ingredients for cupcakes.

"Where the hell have ya been, weird hair?! Didn't you say you would be gone for half an hour? You were absent for almost two goddamn hours!" Bakugo's tone was as fiery as ever.

Kirishima grinned, unfazed by Bakugo's irritation. "What, did you miss me?" he chuckled. "Awwww, how adorable!" Leaning in, he planted a playful kiss on Bakugo's cheek, earning himself an angry "tsch" sound from the ash-blonde man.

Kirishima proceeded to unpack the bags, revealing various goodies he had picked up from the Christmas market. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he turned to Bakugo, who was still busy with the cupcake preparations. "Guess what, Katsuki?" Kirishima grinned, his excitement barely contained. "I met this awesome older lady at the market. She was selling handmade knitted sweaters, and I couldn't resist getting us a little something."

"Don't ya dare tell me you got me a freaking sweater," Bakugo growled, not looking up from his task.

Kirishima's grin widened, and he enthusiastically nodded his head, continuing to unpack the bags. "Oh, but I did! And not just any sweater. I got us matching ones!" He pulled out the green-bottle colored sweaters with reindeer motifs, holding them up for Bakugo to see.

Bakugo glanced at the sweaters and then shot Kirishima a skeptical look. "Matching? Seriously, Eijiro?"

Kirishima chuckled, ignoring Bakugo's grumbling. "Trust me, you're gonna love them. They're cozy, warm, fluffy, festive, and totally capture the holiday spirit."

"I'm not wearing one of those tacky things. They're itchy, uncomfortable, and just plain stupid,” Bakugo commented simply.

Eijiro pouted, his lower lip jutting out in the cutest way. "Come on, Blasty, it's all in good fun! Plus, imagine at our Christmas party when everyone sets their eyes on us wearing these matching sweaters! We're going to be the absolute stars of the show!. It'll be a blast."

As Bakugo examined the sweater, Kirishima couldn't help but feel a warm satisfaction. The festive surprise was sure to add a touch of holiday magic to their home. 

"Damn it, Kirishima!" Bakugo bellowed, his voice sharp enough to cut through the air. “I'll look absurd in this outfit,  Hair-for-Brains.”

"Come on, Katsuki, just give it a shot. Humor me and try the sweater on, okay?" Kirishima pleaded with an earnest grin.

Bakugo's temper flared, and without a second thought, he grabbed a handful of flour from the countertop. In one swift, furious motion, he flung it in Kirishima's direction, his aim unerring. "Shitty Hair, you're out of your damn mind if you think I'm wearing that garbage!" Bakugo snarled, his eyes narrowing as he watched the flour cascade over Kirishima. “I already told ya no, and better accept it, man.”

Kirishima, caught off guard, blinked as the flour settled on his hair and shoulders. He wiped his face, managing a sheepish grin. "Whoa, Bakugo! Easy there! What's your problem?"

Bakugo, undeterred, continued his tirade. "Problem? This crap’s the problem! I don't need this festive crap ruining my reputation. Real heroes don't wear ridiculous sweaters with damn reindeers!"

Kirishima chuckled, attempting to brush the flour off his clothes. "Lighten up, man! It's just for a bit of holiday cheer!”

Bakugo scoffed, grabbing another handful of flour. This time, he aimed at Kirishima’s head with pinpoint accuracy. "Cheer? I'll show you cheer!"

The flour exploded around Kirishima, creating a makeshift cloud of white powder. Kirishima coughed, his grin faltering. "You're impossible, Blasty!" Kirishima sighed, shaking his head. "But you know what? I think you'll come around.”

Bakugo scowled, throwing a final glance at Kirishima before returning to his baking endeavors. Little did he know, amidst the chaos and flour-covered, tiny argument, a seed of reluctant amusement may have been planted in his explosive heart.

In the quiet aftermath of their flour-filled encounter, the apartment settled into a serene stillness. Kirishima, exhausted from the shopping, retreated to their shared bedroom for a much-needed nap, leaving the infamous sweaters on the nightstand by his side of the king-sized bed.

As the scent of Bakugo's spicy muffins lingered in the air, Bakugo himself finished up in the kitchen. In a moment of introspection, he admitted to himself that perhaps he had been too harsh on his boyfriend.

Katsuki tiptoed into the bedroom, where Kirishima was peacefully napping. The sweaters lay innocently on the nightstand, beckoning him like a challenge. Without waking Kirishima, Bakugo swiped one of the sweaters and made his way to the bathroom downstairs.

Upon entering the bathroom, Bakugo swiftly flipped the light switch, unveiling the vibrant, reindeer-themed sweater in all its glory. As Katsuki reluctantly tried it on, he couldn't deny that it was warm and comfortable. The soft fabric felt good against his rough skin, and he couldn't help but secretly enjoy the coziness of it. 

Bakugo stood before the mirror, eyeing his reflection with a begrudging appreciation. The dark green hue of the sweater complemented his eyes and light hair, emphasizing his features in an unexpected way. The reindeer, though still an absurd concept to him, somehow added a touch of whimsy to the otherwise fierce hero. A rare smile tugged at the corners of Bakugo's lips as he took in the sight. The warmth of the sweater seemed to melt away his stubborn resistance, leaving behind a sense of reluctant contentment.

As he admired himself in the mirror, a soft chuckle escaped him, and a secret thought crossed his mind — maybe, just maybe, Kirishima's festive idea wasn't as terrible as he initially believed. His boyfriend had a way of making even the Grinchiest of hearts melt.

Little did Bakugo know that he was being observed from the stairs by Eijiro, who had woken up after Bakugo took the sweater. Red Riot descended the stairs quietly to ensure Bakugo hadn't discarded the sweater, and to his delight, he witnessed his boyfriend trying it on willingly.

Kirishima hurried back upstairs, donned his own sweater, and then descended once again. After a gentle knock on the bathroom door, he opened it, peering at Bakugo's reflection in the mirror. "You did it! You put on a Christmas sweater without being forced to do it! You have no idea how happy I am! And look, I have mine on, too! Look at how cute we look!" Kirishima moved closer to Bakugo, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's waist and admiring their reflections together.

"I look like an idiot, don't I?" Katsuki muttered, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Eijiro chuckled and kissed Bakugo’s cheek gently. "You look amazing, Blasty! And it's not just the sweater. You always look amazing, handsome."

Katsuki's scowl softened into a small smile, and he pressed his lips against Eijiro's in a loving kiss. "Alright, alright, I'll wear the damn sweater. I have to say, it's not that awful."

Eijiro's face lit up with joy, and he wrapped his arms around Katsuki in a tight hug. "You won't regret it, I promise! This is going to be the best Christmas ever! Oh boy!"

Eijiro hesitantly pulled his phone from the black jeans pocket, looking at Bakugo with a sheepish grin. "Hey, Katsuki, mind if I snap a picture of us in these awesome sweaters? I was thinking of posting it on my Instagram..."

Anticipating a fiery response, Eijiro was surprised when Bakugo took the phone from his hand. To his even greater surprise, Bakugo snapped a series of nice pictures himself.

"Just post the one where I look the fiercest, okay?" Bakugo grumbled. "I want all those people following you to know that even though I'm wearing a goddamn Christmas shirt, I'm still a hero that should be feared and respected!"

Kirishima replied cockily, "Sure thing, handsome! Let me tell ya the Christmas spirit suits you, Katsuki."

Bakugo, not one to dwell on compliments, decided to shut Kirishima up in the sweetest way possible. Without a word, he pulled Kirishima close and planted a gentle, lingering kiss on his lips, effectively silencing any further teasing with the warmth of their shared affection.

[anincompletelist]

rwrb christmas recs! ❤️

hi all! :D i wanted to rec some festive fics for the holidays for fic rec friday this week!

I'm sure that I've missed some and that some are still to be posted, which will be included in the january rec if so! but here are a few that I've particularly enjoyed reading this month -- the holidays can be a difficult time for many of us and fic - both reading and writing it - can be such a wonderful distraction!

I hope all of you are doing well and being kind to yourselves and to one another this season. happy reading, and as always be sure to spread the love with a kudos, comment, or reblog if possible. enjoy, and happy christmas! <3

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fell apart (in the usual way) by @hypnostheory (E, 12k)

Henry is a mess around the holidays, and he's expecting to have a tremendously horrid time without Shaan. Fortunately, Alex has plans to make his Christmas both merry and bright. (Bodyguard!Alex Part 2)

When I Think About You by @clottedcreamfudge (E, 36k, wip)

Dream sharing is absolutely not a thing, even though Alex would very much like it to be. The magic of soulmates, however, means that someone you’ve never met – someone whose soul is tied to yours, in whatever way that manifests – can appear in your dreams, like an extra character who keeps popping up over and over again. They won’t be having the same dream as you, and you won’t actually meet, but whatever you remember from the dream can start to take shape in your waking hours; you can figure things out, bit by bit, dream by dream.

Gonna Give You Something (So You Know What's On My Mind) by @affectionatelyrs (E, 4k+)

With the help of a white elephant gift, Henry learns that maybe the whole being-in-love-with-his-roommate thing isn’t as one-sided as he thought.

Every Day's a Holiday (When I'm Near To You) by bleedingballroomfloor (E, 30k)

I know this is a long shot, but if anyone’s going to Texas/anywhere south for the holidays and is crazy enough to drive there instead of fly, I’m looking for a road trip buddy. We can split gas money and snacks if you pick good ones. DM me if you’re interested. And Henry knows he's about the make the most idiotic decision he's ever made in his life. [Or, Henry impulsively tags along with Alex on a road trip to Texas with absolutely no plan. Surely this won't backfire.]

The Christmas Guest by @omgcmere (E, 17k)

Alex is looking forward to a relaxing winter break catching up with his sister after her semester abroad, but June's gone and ruined everything by inviting her insufferable international student friend to stay with their family for a real American Christmas experience. Henry is irritatingly gorgeous with a completely obnoxious superiority complex, and Alex is prepared to hate every single second he's forced to spend in his presence. As Alex starts to get into the Christmas spirit, however, he finds that maybe there's more to Henry than meets the eye - and maybe, just maybe, this will actually be the best Christmas ever

❤️ and if you finish all of these or don't see something you like, be sure to check out this wonderful collection!

New Traditions: A Red, White & Royal Blue Advent Calendar Event

featuring so many beautiful and lovely works by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @adreamareads @lizzie-bennetdarcy @whimsymanaged @raysletters @sparklepocalypse @thinkof-england @littlemisskittentoes and more!

❤️ as well as a few rwrb holiday fic roundup posts I've seen floating around:

cricketnationrise's holiday fics / @cricketnationrise chamel's holiday fics / @cha-melodius railmedaddy's holiday fics / @rmd-writes allmylovesatonce's holiday fics / @three-drink-amy clottedcreamfudge's holiday fics / @clottedcreamfudge

❤️ and, last but most definitely not least, a wonderful and thorough rec from @roseharpermaxwell (thank you for all you do!)

RWRB FirstPrince Holiday Recs

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happy reading friends! :D

xx

[itaerae]

nine days of christmas — itaerae's advent calendar

pairing: zerobaseone x reader

genre: fluff, comfort !

authors notes: it's christmas season ! i thought i'd give y'all a little treat for the holidays ᵕ̈ let's just hope i'm able to finish all the fics on time with my busy schedule lol

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𝐈. 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐂𝐄

pairing: kim jiwoong x gn!reader

synopsis: in which jiwoong takes you out to the nearby outdoor skating rank in hopes you'd fall for him to catch.

word count: 0.3k

warnings: lightly swearing, minor injury/falling ! (not proofread)

𝐈𝐈. 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

pairing: zhang hao x gn!reder

synopsis: in which the guy you're friendzoned by invites you to a winter cookout at his place.

word count:

warnings: friendzoning, very oblivious hao, unrequited love ! (not proofread)

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘

pairing: sung hanbin x gn!reader

synopsis: in which you go last minute christmas decor shopping at ikea, and things don't go out as planned.

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warnings: mentions of getting lost and panic ! (not proofread)

𝐈𝐕. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

pairing: seok matthew x gn!reader

synopsis: in which you're awoken by the aroma of your favorite winter treats.

word count:

warnings: none ! (not proofread)

𝐕. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐒

pairing: kim taerae x gn!reader

synopsis: in which a home date at taerae's house turns into the perfect karaoke.

word count:

warnings: none ! (not proofread)

𝐕𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

pairing: shen quanrui x gn!reader

synopsis: in which mr. crazy rich asian can't help but spoil you at the mall during christmas week sales.

word count:

warnings: excessive spending ! (not proofread)

𝐕𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

pairing: kim gyuvin x gn!reader

synopsis: in which building a gingerbread house doesn't go as planned, looks like someone's ending up on santa's naughty list this year.

word count:

warnings: decapitation and amputation of gingerbread men ! (not proofread)

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑

pairing: park gunwook x fem!reader

synopsis: in which romance sparks between the ballet dancers for the nutcracker and the sugar plum fairy.

word count:

warnings: reader is a little mean at first, enemies, grudges ! (not proofread)

𝐈𝐗. 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐄

pairing: han yujin x gn!reader

synopsis: in which you were set up by your best friends under the mistletoe with your one and only childhood crush.

word count:

warnings: mild friendzoning, mild unrequited love, no kissing under the mistletoe because yujin is a minor ! (not proofread)

link for taglist: @kpoprhia, @wonswife, @cowsidfk, @doobinnies, @chewryy, @watamotee33

[diminuel]

Nephilim pile

Not a lot of people are online so I'm just drawing the most random things that come to my mind to catch up to my advent calendar X'D

Here are the trueform fluff versions of (from top to bottom) "Bibeli" (Sabriel baby), Jack (honorary Destiel baby) and Kiwi (Destiel baby).

There's sibling rivalry between Kiwi and Jack. It's affectionate from Jack's side but Kiwi wants to use a grenade launcher on him.

(Bibeli is just the Swiss German term for a baby chicken. I don't think he has a name, so if you want to give him one, be my guest *lol*)

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

"Twas the night before Christmas

when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring

not even a mouse;"

In celebration of 499 followers, and my birthday, I am going to be posting (or, at least trying to post lol) a short fic each day starting from 1st December to 25th December. Sort of like an advent calendar, but for fanfics!

I'm very excited about this ^^ I hope you look forward to this as much I do <3

↣ "I think December 1st is my favourite day of the whole year. On winter’s edge, with the promise of the holiday season, but not close enough to feel rushed. It’s just always felt perfect." ( grim and gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "Do we have to get out of bed?" (r.hunt x gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe." "You break the tradition and you end up being cursed for life. Is that what you want?" "…Are you blackmailing me right now?" (f.leech x gn!reader)

↣ "Do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?" (m.trein and gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "You’re my Christmas angel.” - “Wow that was…intense.” - “Just take the compliment.” (j.viper x gn!reader)

↣ "Why are you staring at me?" "Because you're so pretty" (d.spade x gn!reader)

↣ "No, I'm not buying you that." (d.crewel and gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "I made you soup because I love you, you dense piece of sponge cake." (c.diamond x gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "Do you want to bake cookies with me?" (o.shroud and gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "Oh my God, look at that — it’s a mistletoe!” “…Absolutely fucking not. Don’t give me that look! I’m not kiss— ugh, fine, you menace." (l.kingscholar x gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "In my defence, ice skating always looked romantic in movies." (r.bucchi x gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "When you were a kid, didn't you ever like to catch snowflakes on your tongue?" "It didn't snow where I used to live." "Wait, you've never seen real snow?!" "Yeah, it's not that bizarre a concept." (a.trappola x gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "Did you spike our hot chocolate?" (j.howl x gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "Come on, get in the spirit! Dance with me!" (l.vanrouge x gn!reader)

↣ "I don't care that you're hanging up lights, get off the roof!" (m.draconia x gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "You know what I've never understood?" "Oh, is it philosophy hour with [Name]?" "Not really... I just don't get how Santa could possibly know what children in the entire world are good or bad but would need to be told what kids want. Kids aren't exactly... quiet about their desires." (s.zigvolt x gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "What are you doing?" - "Making a snow angel." (a.ashengrotto x gn!reader)

↣ "…How’d you know I wanted this?" "Because I heard you talking about it on several occasions." "I didn’t know you paid this much attention to me." "—I don’t. You just happen to talk really loudly.” (i.shroud x gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "I thought you were going home for Christmas." - "Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone." (silver x gn!reader/prefect/yuu)

↣ "Aww come here!" "Nonono your hands are cold! What'd you do, dip them in the snow?" "It's not snowing." "Tell that to your hands!" (k.al-asim x gn!reader)

↣ "Please don’t make me wear this, I look ridiculous." (t.clover x gn!reader)

↣ "Is that supposed to be a snowman? What happened to his head?" (j.leech x gn!reader)

↣ "I’m going to get you back for that, [Name]!" (r.rosehearts x gn!reader)

↣ "You have a fever." (e.felmier x gn!reader)

↣ "Happy Holidays/Merry Christmas. I love you." (v.schoenheit x gn!reader)

[eustasskidagenda]

☆Event - Advent calendar: Hot chocolate or gingerbread? 

Hi there☆ This is my first event so I'm a bit nervous lol. I hope it won't be too messy and you will like it :D But I really wanted to thank you all for the 140+ followers. Since December is slowly approaching, I thought it would be fun to have an advent calendar. I know I'm posting this early, but I want to write the texts beforehand and have the time to write them all without any pressure! ( ^◡^) 

☆details

Be polite when requesting. It's really rude to receive messages without a 'hello' or 'thank you'.

Please, also precise you're requesting for the event and not for a normal request.

Give me one OP character, one prompt number, and let me know if you're okay with modern AU or not. If you pick more than one character, I’ll choose my personal favorite in the list.

You can include some details you would like to see in the fic and, for n/sfw requests, please precise if you want some specific kinks (click here to see the kinks I won't write) 

Don’t forget to specify the gender of the reader, otherwise I'll go for a g/n reader. I won’t accept request that basically describe an oc.

For a smut request, please use off-anon and make your age easily accessible on your blog. Don’t be shy, I won’t judge you♡ If you're uncomfortable, I won't show your name on the post. Just let me know if you want to stay anon.

This event will remain open to requests as long as slots are still available

To keep the fun of an advent calendar, the fics will be updated in a non-predictable order. So maybe I'll post the 7 prompt for day one, who knows.

Some prompts are only sfw (the hot chocolate ones), some are only nsfw (the gingerbread one), and for some, you can choose if you want the fic to be smutty or not. 

☆all the characters you can ask for this event:

Buggy, Corazon, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Eustass Kid, Hawkins, Izou, Killer, King, Kiku, Kuzan, Luffy (only sfw prompts with Luffy), Marco, Mihawk, Nami, Portgas D. Ace, Rob Lucci, Robin, Roronoa Zoro, Sabo, Sanji, Shanks, Smoker, Trafalgar Law, Usopp, X Drake, Yamato (he/him) 

Characters I won't write for: Blackbeard and Blackbeard crew, Brook, Roger, Kin'emon, Kanjuro, Franky, Benn, Akainu, Kizaru, Apoo

⇢ if the character you would like is not on one of those lists, just ask in a comment and I'll let you know!

☆Hot Chocolate 

Let's decorate the home together 

First time at the rink

Catching a cold after the first snow

Let's cook the Xmas dinner together

Hot wine and Xmas market 

Let's build a snowman 

Build-a-bear together

Night walk and city illumination

Adopting a dog/cat together 

Building a gingerbread house 

Snow angel and shooting stars

☆Gingerbread

Santa Claus costume

Ginger & aphrodisiac 

An unexpected gift

Have you been good or naughty this year?

Are you wearing something under this apron?

Let's start our "good resolutions" early

Are you cold? I'll warm you up 

Human chocolate

☆Hot chocolate or gingerbread? 

Snowball fight 

First Xmas together and ugly sweaters 

Relaxing in front of the fire 

Painting baubles together 

Look, there's a mistletoe  

Hot spring 

☆Exemple of request with all the needed informations

"Hi (I totally agree with the Kid agenda), for your event, I'd like to ask for the prompt 3 of the hot chocolate list, with Kid (obviously), g/n reader. I'm fine with modern A/U. Tyyy"

"Hello, I’m here for the event. I'd like to ask for the prompt 3 of the gingerbread or hot chocolate list. I'd like to have a gingerbread fic with Law and *add a list of kinks you like here*, no modern AU please, afab reader, thank you &lt;;3"

Thank you…(´人｀●)SOOOOO━━＼(´∀｀●)／━━MUCH!!

[omg-just-peachy]

okay i'm a day late and catching up but i had to do the absolute favorites day for @cap-ironman rec week so!!

santa won't you bring me the one i really need by quidhitch

Although Tony typically makes it a point to avoid anything that could be reasonably classified as Pepper-approved self-betterment, he will be making an exception this year in the form of a list of New Year’s Resolutions. —Well, not so much a list, exactly, it’s more like one very loud, very obvious, very critical proposition. He’s gonna write it down, put it on his calendar, say it to Jesus, and do whatever the fuck normal people do to make these things happen. In fact, even though they’re only halfway through December, it’s already emblazoned in his mind in big, flashing neon letters: STOP SLEEPING WITH EX-HUSBAND.

how to date a superhero without really trying by sabrecmc

it's 2am and Tony drunk dials his ex. He gets Captain America instead.

Tony Stark and the Super Sleeper, or actually, Soldier by RurouniHime

The one where Steve keeps falling asleep on Tony.

and that's how it works by complicationstoo

Steve is on the other side of the door, a small smile on his face and a plastic bag in his hand that he lifts up into the air to show. “I brought reinforcements.”

Tony steps back to let him in and asks, “Who told you?”

“Your boyfriend told me,” Steve confesses, then amends, “Ex-boyfriend.”

Cozy by kandisheek

Tony seems to have a propensity to hug Steve whenever he's sleep-deprived. Which would be all well and good, if Steve had any idea why Tony chose him of all people to be his personal teddybear.

Not a Breakup by Annie D

Tony knew it was a bad idea to start sleeping with Steve. It could mess up team dynamics, make things even more awkward between them in the future, or just plain get in the way of their trying to save the world. Tony foresaw all of the above but not the advent of feelings, and at the most inopportune moment.

I'll turn hours into gardens by nanasekei

Every week, a plant arrives.

The Love Spell by Annie D

Tony wakes up in love with Steve. This is an alarming turn of events, because he wasn’t in love with Steve when he fell asleep the night before. That said, it’s sort of nice? To be in love? He’s enjoying it, anyway.

The (Not Really) Secret Origins of Movie Night by nightwalker

Somewhere along the line the Avengers have become a pretty good team. But Tony's still the odd man out, and Steve's determined to change that.

The warmth of your cheek against mine by BlossomsintheMist

Steve's hurt. Tony looks after him. Established relationship.

Two Out of Three (Ain't Bad) by plingo_kat

It blindsides him one morning in the middle of his customary third cup of coffee; Steve walks through the door in loose cotton pants, shirt pulled up to wipe the sweat off his face from his usual morning workout, and Tony thinks: adorable.

take my heart clean apart by mistymountainking

He’s tired, so tired of waiting, tired of touches with no meaning, tired of holding his breath when Steve’s in the room, tired of keeping this love to himself.

anything? by halfasgoodatanything

steve misses tony when he's on a business trip, so he drinks a flask of asgardian liquor, and plays with dum-e. tony comes home early, and confessions and cuddling and cuteness ensues.

I Who Only Love You by talesofsuspense

Steve’s sick on their anniversary, but Tony is adaptable.

snow.txt by Sineala

When Tony was a kid, he wrote massive self-insert Invaders hurt/comfort epics in which Captain America rescued him a lot. And cuddled him. He wasn't expecting that Steve would ever, ever read them.

[jessicanjpa]

Twilight Advent Calendar 2023 Event

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Dec. 10 - Pick one of the witnesses in Breaking Dawn. What was it like for them to stay at the Cullens' home for those two weeks? Who did they spend time with?

I'm trying to decide who Alistair spent time with when he finally ventured out of the attic (or who finally joined him in the attic). Bella's impression was that he didn't have any admirers among the gathered witnesses; fair enough for a "misanthropic English vampire."

But he does consider Carlisle his friend, at the very least, and as much as Carlisle loves a full house, I imagine that attic started to look rather appealing after a while. Carlisle eventually crawled up the ladder and stooped as he wove his way through the empty Christmas decor boxes over to where Alistair was huddled, quickly burning through the pile of books the Cullens had thoughtfully "stored" up there.

Nothing eases a stressful situation like completely ignoring it for a while to catch up with a distant friend. They caught up on news and gossip and such, and eventually settled into their old banter about philosophies and ancient monster legends and eschatology and other happy topics. Carlisle finally got to thank Alistair for sending his father's old cross a few decades back. Eventually, he found Alistair receptive enough to share a little more deeply about how his life has changed over the past century and how he fears the confrontation with the Volturi will go.

Alistair is a good listener when he needs to be. Whether or not he had any comfort or advice is another matter, but it still helped Carlisle to take off his mantle of leadership for a while and just be a regular guy talking to his friend. Alistair returned the token of trust by rolling his eyes and saying that Carlisle clearly needed a good, stiff drink. So they went on a hunt together. It was a little outside Carlisle's comfort zone, what with Alistair taking the hunter and Carlisle taking the deer, but he was tired of being preachy when no one ever listened anyway.

Siobhan is more of an fond acqaintance because Liam is deeply uncomfortable with Alistair's literal English nobility vibe to the point of open hostility. So Siobhan takes the opportunity to catch up with Alistair a bit, but she doesn't go up into the attic. They only talk when Alistair takes the occasional breath of fresh air. He can't help but be intrigued by Carlisle and Eleazar’s theory re: Siobhan's "gift," so that gives them something new to talk about. And novelty is the currency of choice among vampire friends in general.

Finally, I hope Alistair made at least some small effort to introduce himself to the American nomads. Garrett, at least, is up for anything.

In the end, the whole thing was too much for Alistair. Learning and observing kept him going for a little while, but his rusty social battery was depleted long before the Volturi were due to arrive. His anxiety finally beat out his loyalty in the end. Ah well, he knows Carlisle well enough to expect forgiveness.

You can find all of the #twilightadvent23 prompts here!

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[aeolianblues]

@tellthemeerkatsitsfine, while I read your wonderful essay, I just wanted to jot down some of the timestamps of Jon and Russell talking about John during their show, where they refer to him by his proper name. I haven't done so in past episodes, but from where I am, I'm adding bits that I notice and will publish them from drafts soon/edit the post and add more as they come.

18 March 2007: ~57:20 "Our old flatmate John is really scared of the dark. I used to jump out at him and he'd get really scared".

8 April 2007: ~57:40 Mark Olver is accused by Jon of being a bad driver, but a better driver than Russell Howard, which Jon says is no big achievement, insinuating that Russell is a really distracted/bad driver. Mark says here, I'm a better driver than John Robins, to which Jon doesn't seem to agree (or disagree), saying, "we'll give him the right to reply next week." (This was during Russell's Australia trip, the second week that Mark co-hosted and before Robins sat in.)

Interesting to me because throughout the XFM years and even to the present day, John prides himself on being a good driver. Elis has literally said "you parallel park beautifully" to cheer John up on a bad day. Was John a worse driver in 2007? Did the improvement happen sometime during the intervening 7 years? IIRC (why the fuck do I know this) these were the Lanos years. I have heard John talk fondly of those, so I don't know.

8 April 2007: 01:17:20, Jon mentions he'll be at a Champions League game with John Robins later that week. John is still regularly in touch with his old flatmates, and also is still well into football.

29 July 2007: 01:02:30, Jon mentions on air that Russell had to accompany John into a chocolate shop because he fancied the girl behind the counter. Robins bought Jon Richardson chocolates and then got angry when Jon (who had recently vowed to only eat fair-trade chocolate recently) didn't eat them.

11 November 2007: 00:46:00, Jon has invited his former housemates Russell, John and Mark to a Christmas dinner, but none of them replied to his text invite for three days. Jon catches up with Robins a few days later, and at the end of their meeting John says, ‘oh yeah I’m free on 18th’, making Jon even more mad about how Jo one is replying to his text.

2 December 2007: 00:13:00, Jon has bought everyone in the studio an advent calendar, he gives Russell a Spider-Man or Island Princess one, I can’t tell which is going to whom, but Jon chastises Russell for eating all his calendar sweets in one day. Russell corrects him, revealing that the compulsive sweet eater was actually John Robins, not him (Russell revealed he didn’t end up eating any chocolates, which probably had to do with him being in a diet).

[neyswxrld]

catch the fox

fox x reader (gn)

summary: Snow sculpture exhibition with Fox!

warnings: none!

word count: ~580

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the tenth fic for my advent calendar!

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

"Snow sculptures?" he asks, skeptical.

"Yeah! Come on, Fox, it's going to be fun!" you try to excite him too, but it doesn't seem to work that well.

"What is fun about some sculptures made of snow? You look at them for five minutes tops, and then you move on," he shakes his head, still unconvinced.

"But the tickets are cheaper when you come with your partner," you try again, but this time a disbelieving huff leaves his lips.

"We have to pay something for that?" he wants to know, but more in a rhetorical way. You still decide to answer, "Come on. Those people have to live from something, too."

Fox sighs.

"What about that... We go to the exhibition, and if it's really that boring, we can go to that café you like so much," you suggest, throwing a metaphorical fishing rod in the water.

This time, he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. The fish bites the bait.

"And I'll pay for your caf." you say the final phrase. He wouldn't be able to resist that offer.

"Fine."

You catch the fish... Or the Fox.

A few days later, you're standing in front of the exhibition.

The weather is cold, and there is snow everywhere, so Fox and you are wearing winter clothes. Warm mantles, soft beanies and red scarves. Of course.

Due to not having gloves, your hand sneaks into Fox's pocket, where it happily accompanies his hand, protected from the cold.

Excited, you buy the cheaper tickets with your free hand, and together you start walking through the rows of snow sculptures.

Soon, you realize that Fox was right.

The figures are pretty, and you can see how much work and passion people put into them, but well... It's just snow. After about ten minutes, you already feel boredom creep into your veins. You can't wait to go to the small coffee shop.

"You were right," both of you say at the exact same moment. Confused, you look at each other.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" you ask, thinking that you didn't understand him right.

"I said you were right. Those figures really are great," he says, "What was it you wanted to say?"

"I just wanted to say you were right, and we should go and buy some caf," you tell him, looking at him with confusion. "You like it?" you add with raised eyebrows, just to be sure.

"Yeah, look at the filigree work. And it's done with just snow! Isn't that fascinating?" he questions, pulling you a little bit forward.

"Yes, but... I look at them for five minutes tops, and then I move on," you quote him sheepishly.

"You need to examine the details more carefully," he explains, "Let's look at some more, please. Then we can go warm up in the café. How does that sound?"

With that said, you decide to do what he suggests. After some more walking around, you even see someone sculpting a new figure in a corner, and Fox wants to stay a bit longer to observe everything.

It's very cute how intrigued he is by those sculptures, and as time goes on, you realize that you could stay a little longer very well. But instead of looking at the snow, you look at Fox, enjoying the sight of his rarely careless face.

Later, you two still go to the café and enjoy a hot drink and a delicious snack together, extending your date just as planned.

TAGLIST:

@isthereanechoinhere96

[na-cafe]

Characters: Johnny x reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: pregnant reader, slight cursing

|check here: Advent calendar| |D3|

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"Are you Okay?" Johnny, your friend, asked you. You two were on the way from a local coffee shop and because you were feeling good today you decided you would like to walk there.

"Yes, I am," you answered for, you didn't even know, time. "You asked me like ten times already and we just went outside the coffee shop, Johnny." you looked at him with a small smile.

He also looked at you and stopped walking. He had this rule that if you're looking at him, you need to stop walking because right now with all the snow on the ground it is very dangerous to not look where are you placing your feet. "I am just making sure, Y/N. You seem tired," he remarked.

"Ha, thanks, Johnny." you rolled your eyes. You knew he doesn't mean it that way but this is his reason for everything 'You look tired', it's annoying by now.

"You know I don't mean it like that, Honey." he grabbed both of your hands. "I'm just a little overprotective of you now when you're having my child, you know." he looked into your eyes.

"I know, I know." you nodded. "But you don’t have to. Of course, I am very happy that you are that supportive because it happened by accident but I would tell you if something was wrong."

"I'm not an asshole. I would never turn my back on you when it was mostly my mistake." he smiled. "And it somehow made me not act like a child. Not that much." he laughed and you laughed with him. Suddenly, Johnny lost his balance, and to not take you with him down, he dropped your hands and fall into the snow by himself.

"Johnny!" you yelled in surprise but then you laughed. "Are you Okay?" you asked between laughs that were still escaping your lips. "Why am I asking? You look very much Okay," you remarked when Johnny started to make something that was supposed to be a snow angel.

Johnny looked like he has so much fun so you decided to lie next to him and do the same. When your back touched the cold snow you slightly shivered but that was soon gone and you started making one of the snow angels yourself.

But Johnny didn't like it.

"Y/N! You're gonna catch a cold." he sat from his lying position and turned his head so he was looking at you. "Get up, right now." he was ready to stand up and help you on your legs but you grabbed his hand and stopped him. "What?" he raised his eyebrows.

"Let me enjoy it too, please." you gave him puppy eyes. "Just this one time before our baby is born. When the little one will be here with us, we can do this all three together." you smiled at him.

Johnny was silent for a moment and then nodded. "Fine." he laid back in the snow and grabbed your hand. "Y/N?" you said your name with something uneasy in his voice. You just hummed that you are listening to him and waited for what he is about to tell you. "I'm happy that you are a mom of my baby."

"I'm happy that you are the father of my baby." you squeezed his hand and he looked at you. "I love you, Johnny." you finally confessed to him. "Oh, it started to snow." you were mesmerized by snow that was falling from the sky once again.

"I love you too, Y/N." he got on his side ruining his precious snow angel but he wanted to be closer to you so he could kiss your cheek.

Luckily, you, Johnny, and your baby girl were doing snow angels a year later and many years after that.

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A/N thank you so much for reading this little story. Hope you like it and leave a heart ♡

[princess-josephina]

Fruity Four Advent Calendar 1-12: Christmas lights

Thought I'd jump straight (HAHA) onto the first wagon of @unclewaynemunson 's Fruity Four Advent Calendar train. Hope it's ok this one's just Steddie, I couldn't fit in the girls without making it ridiculously long and chaotic.

UPD: now also on AO3.

"Steve? What the hell are you doing?"

Eddie's back from the grocery store with some food and finds Steve back on the roof, taking down the enormously long lights string they'd just spent 2 hours putting up (a little too close to potentially breaking their necks several times). Steve turns to look down at him and wobbles for a second, giving Eddie a mini heart attack before he catches his balance again.

"It's broken!" He shouts, sounding frustrated. "It's not lighting up. Guess it might have died, from like, lack of use? We hadn't used this one in years."

"Oh my god, Steve, are you serious?!" Eddie yells back at him. "Leave that and get back down here."

Eddie grabs the cable, sighs with relief when Steve's safely reached the bottom of the ladder, and then follows the cable's length until he reaches the end, lying on the garage floor by the power socket. He crouches next to it. Steve leans over his shoulder to see what he's doing.

"Did you check that the socket's working?" Eddie inquires, and Steve rolls his eyes.

"Ugh… Yes?" He gestures at a small lamp on the counter nearby. "Tried with a lamp. It worked, so the socket's fine." He crosses his arms on his chest, defensive. "I'm not an idiot, Eddie."

"Never said you were, Stevie," Eddie glances at him and replies in that strange, patient tone Steve's never sure what to do with. "Just making sure." He fiddles with the plug in his hand. "Probably just blown fuses. These things die all the time. You got tools here?"

"Like what?" Steve asks, and feels foolish when he understands, a moment later, what Eddie meant.

"I need something small. Like a tiny flathead? Tweezers would work too."

Miraculously, Steve actually produces a dusty toolbox from somewhere in the back of the garage and hands it over to Eddie, who quickly rummages through it and then works to open up the lights plug, sticking out his tongue in concentration as he always does. Steve doesn't ask questions, figuring he shouldn't distract Eddie, but Eddie motions for him to come closer anyway and starts talking.

"See these two tiny things?" He says, and Steve has to lean over to see, resting his hand on Eddie's shoulder for support. Eddie keeps explaining, simple stuff that sounds obvious, really, but no judgement or condescension in his tone. "Those are electrical fuses. They're like… safety measures, to protect the whole cable from overcurrent, you know, so your house doesn't burn down. And yeah," Eddie holds the tiny thing between the fingers and raises it closer to his face. "See how it's all brown inside? Yeah, this baby's dead, rest in peace." Eddie quickly extracts the other fuse, too, and shoves them both in his jeans pocket. "I'm gonna drive to the hardware store and get the replacements." He grins, holding his arm out to Steve from the floor, and Steve grabs it to pull him up to his feet.

"So that's gonna… fix the lights?"

"Well yeah, if it's just the fuses, if that doesn't work then the problem's somewhere in the cable itself, I'd need to borrow a voltage tester from Wayne and…" Eddie stops talking, because Steve is giving him a strange, open-mouthed, awestruck look. "What?"

Steve looks away, shakes his head and laughs.

"Nothing. That's just… awesome. That you know all that. I thought we'd have to buy new lights."

"Jesus, rich people." Eddie rolls his eyes and then narrows them at Steve, his expression somewhere between exasperated and amused. "Do you really just buy new shit every time the old one breaks?"

"Yes?" Steve shrugs and rubs his chin, at least having the decency to look sheepish. "I mean, unless it's big stuff like a fridge or a TV, then my father gets a handyman to have a look…"

"…Who spends 15 minutes intensely looking at its insides and then tells you some super complicated detail needs replacing and it will cost you 80 bucks, when ninety percent of the time it just needs a new power cable?" Eddie grins. "Wayne worked as a handyman for some time, I know the drill. You know, if the rich people of Hawkins were to willingly let the town's satanic freak into their homes, I might consider a career change. Easiest money in the world, apparently."

It's just a short drive to the hardware store and back, and 30 minutes later Eddie's replacing the fuses while Steve sits right by him on the garage floor and watches his hands work, fascinated. As if Eddie was casting some high level wizarding spell, not doing basic household repairs every kid of Eddie's income level learned when they were 10 years old.

"Okay, fingers crossed, Stevie. Here we go."

Eddie plugs the cable into the socket and they glance at each other briefly before jumping up at the same time and racing outside, Eddie slipping on some ice by the garage entrance and Steve catching him, and they both laugh, arms still around each other, as they look up to see Steve's house all brightly illuminated with multicolor lights in the winter dusk.

"You did it!" Steve shouts, shaking Eddie's shoulders and grinning at him, delighted and overjoyed in a way that makes Eddie's stupid heart melt with fondness. "You saved Christmas, Eddie!"

"Uh. I just fixed some stupid lights. No biggie," Eddie flushes, not knowing what to do with himself when Steve looks at him like that. He glances back up at the lights and twirls Steve's scarf between his fingers because he needs to keep his hands busy with something, so they don't do something stupid. Like grab Steve's cheeks, all bright rosy from the cold.

"That's just it", Steve's voice is quieter now, and he keeps looking at Eddie intently. "You always make everything better and act like it's no big deal."

What the hell is Eddie supposed to say to that? Before his brain can even comprehend the words, suddenly it's Steve's hands bracketing his own head, fingers warm against his freezing ears; shit, Eddie might never get to see the best Christmas he'd probably have had in his entire life, because he'll be dead of a heart attack. "You're fucking amazing, Eds, you gotta know that." And then Steve's staring at his lips, and hey, maybe Eddie doesn't need to die.

Feeling stupidly brave, Eddie tugs on Steve's scarf, and Steve moves easily, no resistance. Two clouds of breath mingle into one in the cold air between them. "Stevie. Sweetheart," he murmurs; Steve bites his lip and ducks his head at the endearment, god yes, please let him be right about this. Eddie leans in, heart thundering in his chest.

Steve's lips are cold, but the inside of his mouth is deliciously warm, tastes like cigarettes and mulled wine they'd shared earlier. Eddie shivers and swallows back an embarrassing moan, and thinks fuck, maybe Jesus doesn't actually hate the gays, because Steve is kissing him back, and if that's not an early Christmas miracle, Eddie doesn't know what is. And goddamn, that boy knows how to kiss. Eddie's blood feels like an electric current, and he's all weak in the knees and wobbly, all that stuff straight out of romance novels he never thought was real.

It's almost dark outside, but the Christmas lights are so bright they are both in plain view here, in Steve's front yard, and yet it seems like Steve doesn't even care, doesn't stop kissing him and doesn't hurry at all when he walks them backwards into the garage, until Eddie's back hits the wall; that makes Eddie jump in surprise, and they finally break apart.

Steve looks at him with the brightest smile Eddie's ever seen, all pure wonder and fondness, and Eddie's glad to have the wall for support. He's literally swooning, dammit.

"Just so you know…" Eddie giggles, knuckles brushing Steve's cheek, no longer cold to the touch. "You're fucking amazing too, Stevie. Just a different... area of expertise, so to speak."