#advent calendar day nine

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Advent Calendar: Day Nine

Playing in the Snow - Only One Bed - Rivals AU || "Take me instead."

Jean x Jeremy

@allforthegamebingo

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Jeremy was absolutely exhausted. Their game had been reckless and violent in a way he hadn’t appreciated. He knew that his team was pretty far on the nicer side of the game but it always sucked playing unfair and unnecessarily brutal teams. 

All Jeremy wanted to do was collapse on his hotel bed and sleep for eight years. He was rooming with Jean back in California so sharing a hotel room for the night was nothing. He had been a little nervous, considering the relatively new and frankly massive crush he was sporting for his friend, but at this point, he was so tired he couldn’t even find it in himself to care. 

It had taken everything in him to stay awake for the ten minute bus ride from the stadium to the hotel. Laila allowed him to continuously drop his head to her shoulder before jolting back up. 

Jean walked closely behind him as the team entered the hotel, and Jeremy could tell it was more for his own benefit than Jean’s. Jeremy, in a half-asleep daze, let himself tip back and rest against Jean’s chest as Coach talked to the hotel receptionist. Jean tensed a little, and Jeremy tried to pull away weakly, but Jean just wrapped an arm around him to keep him against his chest. 

Coach was taking too long to get room keys and Jeremy, suddenly far too comfortable, found he no longer had it in him to keep his eyes open. It felt like seconds but suddenly everyone was talking at once and Jeremy’s eyes opened lazily. There was some sort of debate happening and he tilted his head up to look questioningly at Jean. 

“There was a mix-up with rooms and one of the two-bed rooms only has one bed,” Jean said quietly. Jeremy huffs and closes his eyes again. “We can take it. I just want to go to sleep.” Jean stayed quiet for a moment and alarms started ringing in his head. “Only if that’s okay with you obviously. Otherwise, I will valiantly fight for a two bed room.” Jeremy felt more than heard Jean laugh. “You’re dead on your feet, Captain. I think you’d probably be fine with the hotel floor.” Jeremy laughed tiredly and nodded because honestly, that’s probably true at this point. “Coach, we’ll take it.” Jean hadn’t raised his voice but their team went silent nonetheless. Coach glanced at both of them and held out the room key to them.

Coach looked at the team and squinted. “At least someone can step up on this fucking team.” A few of their teammates boo-ed and Jeremy felt a laugh bubble up. 

Jean pulled back and put a hand on the small of Jeremy’s back as he led them to the elevator. “We’re on the fifth floor tonight. Give me two minutes to get you to the room and then you can crash.” Jeremy could’ve cried at the thought of sleep he wanted it so badly right now. “Thank God.” He was especially grateful that he had chosen to shower at the stadium instead of waiting until he got back to the hotel.

Jeremy waited (im)patiently for Jean to unlock the door to their room before throwing his bags down by the table and flopping rather dramatically onto the bed. Jean placed his bag carefully on his side of the bed before going to the bathroom to change and brush his teeth. Jeremy debated the pros and cons of brushing his teeth before finally deciding that he would feel too gross not to. 

Stumbling slightly as he made his way to the bathroom he got ready for bed quickly. When he finally crawled into the bed, Jean was already lying down and scrolling through his phone. Jeremy let out a huff and rolled onto his stomach reaching his arms around his pillow and taking a deep breath. 

He turned his head towards Jean and studied his face for a moment. Jean was breathtaking on a bad day but at night in soft clothes and an even softer presence he was ethereal. Jean turned his head to meet Jeremy’s eyes. He smiled softly at him and watched as Jean placed his phone on the charger. 

“You doing okay?” Jean asked gently. “I’m fine,” Jeremy answered at an equally quiet volume. Jean turned away momentarily, a fond, faraway look crossing his face. Jeremy realized quite suddenly that he stared at Jean enough to know that that was his Neil face. He has a Kevin and Neil face which are similar but entirely different at the same time.

“We played well tonight. They were a vicious team but we played well. You were great.” Jeremy whispered with a sleepy smile. Jean laughed lightly and brought his hand up to pat Jeremy’s head. “D’accord, mon ami, time for bed.” Jeremy would be dreaming of Jean’s accent for sure. “Alright, alright. Just warning you now though I get cold at night and tend to seek the warmest thing which will be you. If I wake you up or get too close just shove me.” Jean laughed and ran his fingers through Jeremy’s hair. Jeremy’s eyes were impossibly heavy and he felt a sense of relief at finally getting to close them.

“Pas de problème, mon cœur.” 

If Jeremy rolled on top of Jean in the middle of the night and Jean wrapped an arm around him to pull him closer, that was for them to know and them alone.

[mcytadventevent]

@pearlescent-poppies is creating for Day Nine:

Prompt: Holiday Party

Their piece is written, featuring Various Lifers!

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(Piece under the cut!)

Admittedly Scott was a little sad that he and Jimmy were hosting a party for their friends for Christmas this year. Don’t get him wrong! It’s going to be fun, he just… wishes he knew Aimsey was coming home sooner.

They hadn’t had a very good childhood, she and Aimsey. It had been them all alone for the most part. So he’d become the parent. He’d been the one to take care of them when they were sick, he’d been the one they’d give Mother’s Day cards to, he’d been the one to go to all of their football games and theatre performances, she’d been the parent.

For this reason, the holidays were always hard for him. For so long he felt like he couldn’t provide enough, or make it as fun as he always wanted to, so despite that being different now, he just- really would have liked to give his little sibling a lovely Christmas for just their little family. 

The elf is startled from his slightly mournful reminiscing by arms wrapping around his waist, “Hi, petal,” he murmurs.

“Hi darling,” Jimmy smiles and leans down to press a kiss to his neck, “What’s wrong?” He cuts right to the chase, not one to beat around the bush. Especially where his husband is concerned, “And if you say it’s nothing, then please explain why I saw you staring out into space and crying over a bowl of cookie dough.”

Crying…? Sure enough he touches his cheeks and they’re wet with tears, “You know me too well,” she sighs and turns in his arms to bury her face in his chest. 

“No such thing. Now, wanna tell me why you were crying?” He asks gently and rubs his back.

“Thinking about Aimsey, and our childhood. I’m just- disappointed is all,”

Jimmy squeezes his arms around him tightly, “The party’s just Christmas Eve sweetheart, I promise we’ll have a nice family Christmas the day of okay? You’ve been so excited to host flower, don’t ruin it for yourself, okay?” 

Scott sniffles into his chest, “You always know what to say. I love you,” she murmurs.

“I love you too Scottie. How about this, I’ll finish up the cookies and then we can take a break from party prep and cuddle for a while hm? Maybe turn on a film?”

“Sounds perfect,”

———

The party is in full swing, laughter rings through every part of Jimmy and Scott’s home as more and more of their friends arrive. It’s exactly what they were both hoping for.

As the hosts, they were both dressed in a facsimile of Santa Claus outfits, Jimmy in a red, velvet suit, and Scott in a matching dress. Both wearing Santa hats. They’d already gotten comments about how gross or cute it was depending on the person. The looks were only aided by the couple of red lipstick marks on Jimmy’s cheek, he hadn’t really cared to wipe them away.

Suddenly a voice rings out, “Uh oh Jim, might wanna look up mate!”

The blonde huffs at Joel’s antics and does as suggested. His gaze travels up, up, up and sure enough: he and Scott had been caught under the mistletoe. He giggles, “Looks like we’ve been caught under the mistletoe darling.”

Scott giggles right back, “Seems we have, come here dearest.” With that she pulls him down to connect their lips in a gentle kiss. Warm and a little sweet from the array of treats the two of them had prepared.

After a couple of wolf whistles sound playfully behind them, they pull away. 

Another couple minutes pass and soon the two of them are engaged in rapt conversation with Impulse and Skizz. Chatting away about this that and the other, catching up in a way they don’t get to often with the server differences.

That’s when there’s a knock on the door.

“Coming!” Scott calls brightly and untangles herself from his husband’s arms. He quickly crosses to the door, heels clicking against the polished wood floor rapidly in his haste. His upset from the day before had been all but forgotten once people started to show up. The last couple hours, as predicted, having gone off without a hitch! A warm feeling of pride glows in his chest at the success of the little party.

Once the door is open however, it all floods back, “Scott! Sorry we’re late!” Aimsey gives their older brother a sheepish smile as they enter his home.

“No, no! Don’t be sorry! Come here!” In all of his mother hen nature, she bundles Aimsey into her arms and peppers kisses all over his face.

“Scott! Scott! Stop!” The giggle and try and push her off of them.

“Nope! I missed you so much! How was the trip, everything still in order?” He questions excitedly.

“It was good, I promise we’re fine Mom,” they roll their eyes and look up at Scott with fond exasperation.

“Well I have to check anyways,” he rolls his eyes, then turns to the other newcomer and offers out one of his arms for a group hug, “How are you Guqqie?”

Guqqie easily joins the hug with a laugh, “Good! Very good actually, Aimsey’s been talking about getting here nonstop for weeks it feels like.”

More laughs are shared as Scott smothers them both in parental affection, still unable to shake the feelings from his time as a child, “Let’s get you two settled then! There’s snacks and drinks in the kitchen, and well- as you can see,” he gestures around, “people everywhere.” 

It’s at that moment that Jimmy joins them, “Aimsey! Hey! How’s everything?” He asks cheerfully and pulls them in for a hug. 

“It’s been good! Always a pleasure Jimmy,” they smile and decidedly ignore their girlfriend’s snickers from behind them at the comical height difference.

“Good! Scott’s been so excited to have you here for Christmas y’know. I’m really glad you came,” 

“Yeah, me too, I-” they start to say when Scott levels them with his signature catlike smirk, moving over to his husband.

“Might wanna look up,” he winks.

The brunette groans playfully and then pulls Guqqie close, “Hey pretty girl,” they laugh.

She smiles at them lopsidedly, “Hey?”

“We’re under the mistletoe,” the singsong in a murmur, face flushing ever so slightly.

“Seems we are,” she giggles and looks up at the plant above their heads then back down at their partner. With that, Guqqie tilts Aimsey’s head up and captures their lips in a kiss. 

It’s not long after that they pull away, and Scott sighs fondly behind them, “Welcome home.”

“It’s good to be home,” they respond easily. It seems the pair of siblings was going to ignore the wetness in their eyes.

———

Just like that party passes in a blur. Hours of merriment and fun had in the company of friends and family.

White Elephant had been an absolute success and laugh riot, hosted by Grian with a strange set of rules. 

The food and drinks had been all polished off by the time everyone left.

But the best part of the day, by far, had been the knowledge that despite Scott’s fears, everything had worked out more than perfectly. The party was a total success and one he definitely plans to repeat in the future, and Aimsey’s presence had made it all the more special.

She’s still glad the party is over though, because now they can all enjoy their first proper family Christmas. The warm glow in Scott’s heart had softened to reflect the tender love of his favourite people. All of them now home for the holidays. Exactly as they should be.

[krbkevents]

DAY NINE: Traditions

[parfaitblogs]

snow on the beach ❀ s. reid x reader

in which your boyfriend takes you to see the snow in the oddest of places. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: fluff tags: established relationship. mention of a past fling (between spencer and r). snow on a beach? word count: >1k a/n: summer fling!spencer reid/reader is a dynamic ive been cooking up with margot... here is them as an actual couple for liamas. we'll give you their origin story one day. 

❄︎ advent calendar masterlist

"Do you want to see the snow?"

When your boyfriend had asked you that nine hours ago, you did not expect to be stuck inside a car for eight hours straight. With one singular pit stop for the bathroom and some dinner. You could've cussed him out on the spot. 

You didn't.

Instead, as you stepped out of the car at an awfully familiar location, you whipped your head around to Spencer Reid, and asked, as calmly as you could, "Were there no closer beaches?"

"None that have forecasted snow like this," he answers, and you had to give him credit, for it was probably true. 

There were flurries of snow surrounding your bodies, catching in your hair and on your mitten clad hands, and you could see a few flakes of snow fall on Spencer's own skin. You smile. 

"Besides," he says, taking your hand within his and tugging you along the path down to the beach. "None have sentimental value like this one."

"You hate it here," you comment, your feet dragging along in the sand as he pulls you closer to the crashing waves on the shore. 

"I hate the water here. Bad memories."

"Same thing."

"And you love it here," he murmurs, barely audible over the wind rushing past your ears, and so he tugs you closer to him, arms looped around your waist. 

"I do love it here," you nod, hands tracing up his arms. "I've never seen snow on a beach."

"Do you like it?"

"It's so pretty," you mumble, turning your head to the side, staring out at the water, vision clouded by the falling snowflakes. "C'mon."

You pull on his arm suddenly, and he's shocked into stumbling after you, before he realises the direction you're headed, and he's stammering out a mess of denials.

"Hey, no. No, no. The water is ice cold. That can shock our hearts and cause panic, or spike our blood pressure and that can cause heart failure and—"

"—Are you eighty and vulnerable?" you muse.

"Eighty, no. Vulnerable, maybe. I'm not in the business of discovering if I am. You shouldn't be either."

"Spencer, our feet in the water won't kill us," you say, slipping your shoes off your feet, grimacing at the mix of cold sand and snow beneath them. 

He seems to give up trying to fight your decision. Perhaps keenly aware that you're not backing down, and instead follows suite in taking his shoes off. 

"I'll put you on my cause of death," he grumbles.

"No. You're gonna live forever, boy genius," you deny, dragging him closer to the water. 

Icicles prickle your skin as you step into the freezing water, and you almost sorely regret your decision. Spencer's in the same boat, and you feel his hand around yours squeeze your palm at the feeling. The sight's enough for you to relax a little, and laugh at him.

Once your blood circulates better — or your feet go numb — you lean into Spencer, staring out at the moon.

"At least I'm not throwing you into the water this time," you chirp after a few moments of quiet. 

It was the middle of the previous summer, before you and Spencer had even told each other about the feelings you had for the other. Feelings that were, frankly, quite obvious, now looking back on it. You blame your obliviousness on attraction hidden under the guise of never being more than a summer thing. 

If only you knew then.

You had taken him to this very Falmouth beach at night, begging him to go for a night swim with you. It took a whole lot of convincing before he had even agreed to put his feet in the water, claiming he hates how unpredictable the ocean can be, even in the shallowest of shores. 

Though, rushing water around your ankles meant his already less-than-perfect balance was thrown off incredibly, and you were able to tug him down into the water. Evidently, soaking both himself, and you. 

You're pretty sure the way he reacted is what solidified your feelings for him. 

Instead of freaking out on you and being angry, he had laughed, spluttered the salt water and sand out of his mouth, and simply splashed you with the ocean.

You weren't going to do the same thing tonight, though. As much as you'd hate to admit it, the water was freezing cold, and you really weren't interested in submerging yourself within it. 

"That's true," he agrees. "Though, I think losing my feet to hypothermia might rival being as bad as you soaking me."

"You'll be fine," you shrug, waving him off. 

More minutes pass, as you stand there, the only sounds coming from the rushing water and the wind blowing snowflakes around your two bodies. The sky is painted with the snow that falls, white on black.

"I love this beach," you say, decidedly, the beauty of it all making you oddly sentimental.

"We've established that," he teases.

You shove him with your shoulder. He shoves you back. 

"Personally, I hate this beach."

"I hate you," you huff, turning around to face him, and he's steadying his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. 

"Okay. Now say that without a smile on your face," he challenges, head ducking down closer to yours, eyebrows risen. 

You couldn't wipe the lovesick grin off your face even if you tried.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Advent Calendar 2024 Masterlist

For the December Daze challenge.

Day One: Frank Castle - A Scary Little Christmas

Day Two: Ransom Drysdale - All I Want For Christmas is You

Day Three: Johnny Storm - Good Tidings Your Way Come

Day Four: Andy Barber - Home For Christmas

Day Five: Bucky Barnes - Shiver

Day Six: Jake Jensen - Santa Baby

Day Seven: Arvin Russell - In The Cold

Day Eight: Jonathan Pine - Time for Cheer

Day Nine: Heimdall - Sparkling Bright

Day Ten: Nick Fowler - Decked in Red

Day Eleven: Tony Stark - Sugar Cookie

Day Twelve: Kraven the Hunter - No Sugar, Just Spice

Day Thirteen: Captain Syverson - The Holiday Spirit

Day Fourteen: Pete Brenner - Bad Santa

Day Fifteen: Rafe Cameron - Naughty

Day Sixteen: Steve Kemp - Been an awful good girl

Day Seventeen: Walter Marshall - He Sees You

Day Eighteen: Peter Parker - A Special Surprise

Day Nineteen: Clark Kent - You’ll Be Home For Christmas

Day Twenty: Thor - Yule Be Sorry

Day Twenty-One: August Walker - Baby, I’m Cold

Day Twenty-Two: Steve Rogers - O Chilly Night

Day Twenty-Three: Cole Turner - The Exchange

Day Twenty-Four: God the Bounty Hunter - God, Rest Ye Merry

Day Twenty-Five: Geralt of Rivia - Days of Yore

Day Twenty-Six: Loki - All Ye Faithful

Day Twenty-Seven: Sam Wilson - Let’s Be Jolly

Day Twenty-Eight: Curtis Everett - Checking His List

Day Twenty-Nine: Brock Rumlow - In From The Cold

Day Thirty: Lee Bodecker - A Gift From the Heart

Day Thirty-One: Lloyd Hansen - Mistle-hoe

[zewik7]

«On the 25th day of Christmas my true love gave to me twenty-five Christmas cakes,

twenty-four honey hams,

twenty-three gingerbread men,

twenty-two eggnog cartons,

twenty-one cupcakes,

twenty plates of stew,

nineteen pizza rolls,

eighteen kebab rolls,

seventeen apple pies,

sixteen packs of cookies,

fifteen bacon burgers,

fourteen nuggets boxes,

thirteen pasta plates,

twelve gyoza servings,

eleven uramaki rolls,

ten fast-food menus,

nine lasagna trays,

eight hot pretzels,

seven plates of fries,

six ice-cream tubs,

five buckets of wings,

four wedding cakes,

three glazed hens,

two mayonnaise jars

and a whole gravy sauce sea»

Twenty-fifth (and LAST!) day of my Advent Calendar! 🎄🥰🐷♥️

[pentrologram]

advent calendar - day nine

You're pretty sure Bruce just wants to cuddle with you.

bruce wayne/reader

a/n; again, another late day! i'm sorry :( hopefully my internet doesn't cut out again so i can get day ten out in time....

You woke up this morning greeted by the gardens of Wayne Manor covered in heavy blankets of snow, eliciting a gasp from you.

Bruce, who had been asleep after a longer-than-normal patrol, grumbled and reached a hand out to tug you back into bed.

"It snowed!" You whisper-shout to Bruce.

"Mnmn."

"Oh, it looks so pretty, Brucie," you say, freeing yourself from his grip to look outside.

"Hnn."

"I'm gonna go outside!" His eyes fly open at that to glare at you.

"No."

"Uh, yeah!"

He sighs, about to rebuke you when Dick bursts through the door, sharing your sentiments and forcing Bruce to give in. While you put on your snow gear and Dick goes around excitedly waking the others up, helping the littlest get dressed in warm clothing. By the time you're dressed, Bruce has managed to get out of bed, leaving him victim to you getting him dressed, too.

You forced Bruce into making snowmen with you, and then snow angels; by the time the kids started a snowball fight, he was fully awake.

Dick and Jason were the only kids who knew the horror that was their dad in a snowball fight, leaving to pure and utter demolition. Snow in hair, snow down shirts, forts demolished, egos bruised.

It wasn't long until he hunted you down, sneaking up on you from behind and slamming a snowball down your head.

After that, he ushered everyone back inside and started the fire with Alfred's help. He made hot chocolate, and eventually, he dragged you to the couch for some warm, by-the-fire cuddles.

"…Was all of this a ploy to hug me?" You ask.

"No."

part two!

[whistledownbad]

polin + taylor swift advent calendar 2024 - day nine

"mr. perfectly fine"

idea by @cvhsquill ♥

[fae-renjun]

...AND EVERY CHRISTMAS AFTER — o.so

PAIRING oh sion x fem!reader ── .✦ GENRE childhood friends to lovers, fluff, very mild angst ── .✦ WARNINGS just kissing, the most fluff i've ever written ── .✦ SYNOPSIS in which you’ve spent every christmas growing up with sion, and if you’re lucky, you’ll spend every christmas after with him too. ── .✦ A/N this is my entry for the @k-films 2024 advent calendar! ── .✦ WC 1.4k+

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2024, 11:27am

It’s Christmas day, and the whole house is alive and in a hurry. Shouts of “mom, where’s my sweater?” and “get out! I need to use the bathroom!” fill the air, drowning out George Michael’s voice in Last Christmas as it plays from the living room speakers. Frantic relatives rush through the hallways past fairy lights and fake wreaths to get ready for the guests to arrive. It’s the first year in your life that the guests haven’t stayed over on Christmas eve. 

“Y/N, can you make me hot chocolate?” shouts Sakuya from the floor above. “Why would I?” you reply to the brother in question. “I’ll do your dishes tonight.” “Deal.”

While you stir away at the two cups of hot chocolate in front of you, it becomes difficult to get your mind off the foreboding you’d felt in the pit of your stomach since waking up that day. You love your family, you really do. Winter break has been beyond fun with your cousins in town. But just this once you wish you could spend Christmas at your friend’s party instead. Just so you could avoid him. You still don’t have it in you to face him. Not after last December.

Almost as if your thoughts hold summoning powers, the doorbell rings, “Kids, come to the living room, they’re here!”

You walk out of the kitchen to face the family of your mother’s best friend, including her son: Oh Sion. The boy you hadn’t seen since new years, when you took a chance and kissed him and he didn't kiss back. The boy who stared back in disbelief after you pulled away which was more than enough to add to your mortification. The boy you’d made every effort to avoid all year.

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 24th december 2016, 7:54pm

“They’re so stupid, why would they use that door?”

“The point of the movie is that they’re stupid Sion.”

“Okay, but-”

Before the argument you’re having over Home Alone can go on any longer, your mother shushes both of you, “be quieter, everyone else is trying to watch the movie too.”

You lock eyes with Sion and then both of you turn back to your mother, “Now you’re just lying mom.”

“Yeah Mrs.L/N, it’s a kids movie, none of the adults here care. Not even you.”

“And Saku isn’t even old enough to know what’s going on.”

Your mother reopens her mouth as if to say something, but then seems to change her mind, smiling at the two of you and shaking her head. The two of you turn back to the movie as she turns to Sion’s mom, saying something about how no matter how much the pair of you bickered, you had a habit of standing up for yourselves together. If nine-year-old you cared to listen, you would have heard them say they hoped you two stayed this way forever.

It’s Christmas eve, you’re sitting next to a boy you would realise you loved 5 years later, and your mothers already think you are meant to be. 

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2024, 12:02pm

Since he got here, you had avoided eye contact, excused yourself to finish making hot chocolate, excused yourself to go to the bathroom, excused yourself to set up the lunch table. Alas, there were only so many excuses you could make before being forced to sit in the living room with everyone else. By some Christmas miracle, when you got there the only open seat was the one right next to Sion.

Sion shifted to the side, making more space for you to sit, but instead you maneuvered yourself to sit on the carpeted floor right next to the Christmas tree. You manage to get through a lot of the wait time before lunch by eating candy, drinking your hot chocolate, only speaking when asked a question (usually “yes my studies are going great” or “yes, I've started looking at a few colleges”), and most importantly by looking everywhere except at him. Yet, your mother just had to shatter your nearly flawless streak of avoidance.

“Y/N, why don’t you get some hot chocolate for Sion too?”

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2021, 1:27am

“Shhh, they’ll hear!” you whisper-yelled at him.

“I didn’t even say anything!” 

You just shook your head in response and reached over to redirect the light from the phone in his hand to the stairs in front of you, tiptoeing down, hoping the wood underfoot won’t creak. The boy next to you grabs your hand with his free one, pulling the two of you closer together than you were before. You stare at the hands and then at his face.

Sion leans to reach your ear to whisper, “I thought I heard something from upstairs.”

All you do is nod in response and continue carefully making your way down. Sion’s face stays close to yours, his hand continues to envelope your own.

You reach the entrance to the kitchen at the bottom of the stairs, turning on its lights. Sion takes his hand off yours, coughing awkwardly as he moves away and turns off his phone's flashlight. You head to the shelf in the furthest corner, getting on your toes in an attempt to reach the cookies right at the top. Sion approaches from behind leaning over you to reach the cookies easily. The gesture and the proximity make your fourteen-year-old heart flutter.

He takes a seat on the floor, placing the cookies down, just as you do the same with the cola you pulled out of the fridge. 

“I can’t imagine a Christmas without you. Or uh- you know. Without all of this,” he says quietly.

“Me neither,” you respond, just as quietly.

It’s Christmas day, you’re sitting on your kitchen floor with a boy, and you’re beginning to realise you may not just have a silly crush on him. You might just be in love. 

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2024, 12:27pm

The kitchen has always been just out of earshot of the main living room area. The voices of both of your families fade into the background as the two of you walk in, the rapid beating of your heart becoming louder by the second and filling your ears. You start making the hot chocolate as he leans on the counter next to you, trying (and failing) to meet your eyes. 

“You’ve been avoiding me. Not just today, all year. Since new year’s.”

“I don’t really want to talk about new year’s.”

“Hm?” he hums with a questioning tone.

You stop stirring, finally meeting his eyes, “It was just- you know. A mistake. Drank a little too much. Won’t happen again.”

“We only had one beer each that night. I know your tolerance is higher than that. And I’d like it to happen again.”

There’s a pause. You process what he’s just said to you. Sion can tell by the look on your face that the cogs are turning in your head and a smirk begins to form on his face.

“Oh.” 

He nods, then after another pause you continue, “But you didn’t kiss back.”

“Because I was surprised! You’ve got to give a guy a second to figure out what’s going on before you assume the worst,” he shakes his head in mock disappointment while he smiles at your stunned expression, “I was surprised you liked me back.”

“You liked me?” “I might actually be in love with you.”

“Oh,” your voice now reduced to a whisper out of shock, “I might be in love with you too.”

Now your body turns to face him fully, just as his hand moves to your cheek. He leans down, his lips meeting yours as your hands go to his sides, grabbing his sweater. You’ve kissed people before but with Sion it’s different (especially when he kisses back). You pull apart for breath, “Ok now this is our first kiss, the new year's one doesn't count.” You laugh in response, “Deal.”

Sion engulfs you in a hug, the warm kind he’s always given you. His arms wrap around your waist as yours encircle his neck. As you hug the two of you confess how much you missed each other all year. When the hug breaks he kisses you again and you can feel the smile on his lips.

All of a sudden your attention is brought back to your previous task, realising the hot chocolate must be getting cold. Sion watches you with adoration in his eyes as you turn back to the counter to finish stirring. The adoration has always been there, you’re just beginning to notice it.

It’s christmas day, you’re standing in your kitchen with the boy you love, and you finally know he loves you just the same. You’re excited for new years day, and every christmas after, because each one will be spent with him.

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[miumura]

( 🤍 ) BLURRY HEARTS — NISHIMURA RIKI FIC

[ DAY NINE ] of the advent calendar !

( 🤍 ) SYNOPSIS . who knew taking a bus ride back home on a cold day could be romantic?

( ｡♡˚ ) PAIRING . classmate!ni-ki x gn!reader

( 🤍 ) GENRE . fluff, classmates 2 lovers

( ｡♡˚ ) WARNINGS . none ? ~~ WORD COUNT 0.8k+ ( 833 )

( 🤍 ) NOTE . HAPPY NIKI DAYYY 🤍🤍 the back 2 back bdays in dec okayyy 😍 LMAO ANYWAYS i love riks sm u dont understand . but yes yk i had to think of a cute kinda cliche fic idea for this !!! hope u enjoyyyy 🤍🤍

"I have to go," Niki declared, catching Sunoo off guard as he put on his hat. Sunoo looked at him with confusion, and his confusion only deepened when Niki suddenly started running away. "Hey! I thought we were gonna—" Sunoo stopped mid-sentence, realizing Niki wouldn't hear him from where he was. Shaking his head, Sunoo continued on his own way home while Niki had places to be.

Rushing to the bus stop, Niki spotted you with reddened hands—apparently, you'd forgotten your gloves. The bus hadn't left yet, providing him with an opportunity to steal a few moments with you. Sneakily standing next to you, he nudged you a little, prompting you to look in his direction. With his head turned away, Niki pulled out a hot pack from his pocket, offering it to you.

"Thank you," you smiled, taking the hot pack from him. He simply nodded, and both of you turned a shade of red, and it wasn't just because of the chilly weather.

A slight awkwardness lingered between you both, but it dissipated as the bus finally arrived. Leading the way, you approached the bus entrance, with Niki following right behind you.

Finding seats on the bus, you and Niki ended up in the same row, side by side. The awkwardness from earlier lingered, but there was an undeniable cuteness to it.

As you settled into your seat, Niki hesitated for a moment before mustering up the courage to speak. "Uh, YN, do you mind if I sit next to you?"

“Oh I don’t mind—here,” quickly removing your bag off the empty seat, a small smile played on your face as you nodded.

He grinned in return, his enthusiasm evident. "Thanks,” Then, with a touch of shyness, he added, "But, uh, can I sit in the window seat?"

Chuckling at the request, you gestured toward the window. "Of course, have it." Rising from his seat, Niki offered a quiet expression of gratitude and slid into the seat, smiling at you as he tapped the empty chair beside him. Responding to the unspoken invitation, you swiftly took your place, feeling a gentle touch between your legs due to the limited space on the seats.

Despite the subtle physical contact, you couldn't help but smile, a hint of red tinting your cheeks at the unexpected closeness.

At one point, you noticed a familiar tune playing softly on Niki’s phone. It happened to be a song you both liked, and without a word, Niki pulled out his earphones and handed you one side, sharing the music.

You glanced at him with a playful smile, placing it into the left side of your ear. "Oh, you like this song too?"

Niki chuckled. "Yeah, it's a good one. Thought we could listen to it together as we wait for our stop.”

“That sounds nice,” and you two continued to listen along. With such similar music tastes, you two just had to exchange phone numbers so that you can send song recommendations anytime. You two were getting closer than you thought.

But as the bus neared Niki's stop, he reluctantly pulled the earphone out, giving you a warm smile. "I have to get off here. It was really nice sharing this with you."

"Goodbye—oh, hold on." As Niki rose to leave, the realization dawned on you that you still had his hot pack. Getting up from your seat quickly, you retrieved it from your pocket, you offered, "Here—"

"No, you can keep it," Niki declined, gently placing your hand, hot pack and all, back into your pocket. "I've got an extra—that one was just for you," he smiled, knowingly bending the truth, knowing that was his only hot pack. But, perhaps, he hopes you'd think of him later because of this gesture.

You returned the smile. "Thank you. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"You bet."

With a friendly goodbye, Niki exited the bus, leaving you in the now vacated window seat. Seizing the opportunity, you moved to the window seat, looking out at the passing scenery. The atmosphere inside the bus felt a bit different without him, but you welcomed the solitude.

As the bus moved along, you noticed a slight fog forming on the window. Absentmindedly, you drew a smiley face on the glass, only to realize there was already a message etched there. Through the mist, you saw something: “me + you = date?”

Right next to the message, there were blurry hearts, already slightly erased due to the fog. Since when did he have the time to write such a sweet confession in the most unique way possible? Were you that focused into the conversation with him that you didn’t bother looking around your surroundings?

Either way, your heart skipped a beat as you read the unexpected message. Blushing, you couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth that lingered even after the fog on the window had cleared.

With a smile, you took out your phone, contemplating what to text Niki. It wasn't going to be just another song recommendation; you had something else in mind.

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[realcube]

it's time!

merry DILFmas to all that celebrate. this holiday season i have brought you an advent calendar of drabbles for my dilf december event. enjoy!

info

all characters are between 35 – 55

assume any character that doesn't canonically lie within this age range is aged-up

most drabbles will include age-gap relationships

some may contain nsfw material

drabbles will feature a fem!reader or gn!reader

not all characters will necessarily be fathers, but most will

drabbles will vary in length: from 500 words to 3k+

characters will mostly be from the bnha and haikyuu!! fandom

this event is not taking requests because the drabbles are pre-written

all works will be posted with the tag #dilf⭑december

masterlist

nsfw marked with * | faves marked with ~

day one ⭑ tsukishima kei ~

day two ⭑ katsuki bakugo *

day three ⭑ toru oikawa *

day four ⭑ eijiro kirishima ~

day five ⭑ shota aizawa

day six ⭑ izuku midoriya *

day seven ⭑ atsumu miya *

day eight ⭑ tetsuro kuroo

day nine ⭑ shoto todoroki

day ten ⭑ kageyama tobio *

day eleven ⭑ ushijima wakatoshi *

day twelve ⭑ suna rintaro *

day thirteen ⭑ tenya iida

day fourteen ⭑ kiyoomi sakusa *

day fifteen ⭑ kenma kuzome *

day sixteen ⭑ koushi sugawara

day seventeen ⭑ osamu miya * ~

day eighteen ⭑ toji fushiguro *

day nineteen ⭑akaashi keiji * ~

day twenty ⭑ yaku morisuke

day twenty-one ⭑ doppo kunikida *

day twenty-two ⭑ kotaro bokuto

day twenty-three ⭑ denki kaminari

day twenty-four ⭑ daichi sawamura

[chukys-mouthguard]

Ugly Sweater Weather

day 5 of the 2024 NHL advent calendar 🎄

1.2k words

genre -> fluff, suggested smut: minor sexual themes or ideas

featuring-> matthew knies x female reader

summary -> matthew drunkenly spills a drink all over your sweater at the leafs holiday party, forcing you to head to the nearest restroom to clean it

“This sweater is so fucking itchy, why did I let you convince me to wear this one?”

Matthew pulled at the neckline of his ugly Christmas sweater, a smirk in your face as you shook your head approaching the front door of Mitch’s house.

“Let’s see, because your other two options were not appropriate for the occasion?”

Raising an eyebrow you stopped on the porch as you rang the doorbell while Matthew laughed to himself as he thought of the two sweaters that were both decorated with horrible sexual Christmas puns.

“Hey! Look at you two! Thanks for following the theme, come on in!”

Mitch invited you inside, him and his wife wearing matching sweaters of their own that were so ugly they were cute. Their home was decorated to the nines as the Leafs and their significant others filled every room, enough ugly sweaters you were sure two people could start a fire if they rubbed arms for too long.

“Damn Kniesy…that sweater is something.”

Joseph Woll took his time poking fun at how uncomfortable Matthew looked in his sweater, only making him grow more irritated than the fabric was managing to make him. It didn’t help that Matthew was jacked and the sweater was possibly a size too small, but you refused to go to the party with him wearing one that said I have a big package for you while Santa was posed sexually across the front.

“Hey, just relax okay? Get a few drinks in your system, you’ll forget the sweater is even there okay?”

You ran a hand over his chest, doing your best to comfort him before stealing a kiss, then heading into the other room to greet some of the girls.

“Y/n, how in the world did you get Matthew to fit in that sweater?”

“It was definitely a two person job. But he was planning on wearing one that had an awful sexual joke and I vetoed that real fast.”

You accepted a glass from Mitch’s wife as you watched some of the guys begin to set up a drinking game.

“What are the odds he’s out of that sweater within the hour?”

“Has he finished any drinks yet?”

You eyed Matthew from across the room, watching as he and Auston argued over the rules for their game of pong.

“I think he’s on his second beer?”

“I give it three beers and the sweater is coming off.”

You sat in one of the barstools by the kitchen island as you watched the game of pong come down to the last few cups. Matthew and Joseph were one away from beating Auston and Mitch. The entire party was watching as it came to one last throw, Joseph needing to make it or there would be a rebuttal.

It was so quiet you could hear only the crackle of the fireplace as the ball flew through the air, clanging against the rim of the solo cup before finally splashing into the beer that filled it.

“Fuck yeah, let’s go!”

Matthew and Joseph jumped into each other's arms, Matthew clearly forgetting he had a full cup in hand as the beer poured out and all over your sweater. Your jaw was on the floor as you couldn’t believe he’d just drenched you in the liquid, a slight chuckle leaving your lips because what else could you do but laugh.

“Matthew. Knies. Are you fucking kidding me?”

Matthew’s smile faded as he looked at your white sweater that was now turned brown from his beer, immediately rushing to grab napkins as if they’d be of any help now.

“Babe I’m so sorry, um, here. Let me just try and-“

“Stop, it’s fine. Just stop.”

Pushing past him, you ran upstairs to the nearest bathroom. Immediately pulling the sweater from your body, gagging at the damp feeling left on your stomach and chest from the beer. Dropping the sweater into the sink you began running hot water over it, hoping that you could try to salvage things before it stained. Muffled expletives leaving your lips as you cursed Matthew under your breath.

“Babe?”

A soft knock came from the other side of the door as you heard Matthew call out to you. His voice was soft and apologetic as he slowly opened the door to peek in at you.

“I’m so fucking sorry, honest. Can I do anything to help?”

Slowly slipping into the bathroom, he found his place behind you as he watched you frantically wringing out the sweater, most of the beer washing out but now the fun part was drying it.

“And here I bet that you’d be the one out of your sweater in an hour, but instead it’s me.”

Setting the sweater down on the counter with a huff, you softly laughed as you shook your head. The party had only started and now you were without a sweater, and no change of clothes. Though you were sure you could borrow something from Mitch or Stephanie.

“Wait a minute, back up. Huh?”

Matthew’s hands rested on your waist as he smiled at you in the mirror.

“Me? Be out of my sweater? I think I’m missing some details here babe.”

Tucking some hair behind his ear you eyed him up and down, hand resting on his cheek as you bit your lip.

“You sir, have a dirty mind! It was a bet that you’d bitch out of wearing that itchy sweater all night and lose it within an hour of us getting here.”

Playfully you smacked him on the chest before searching for a hairdryer to use on your sweater now that the stain was taken care of. Matthew simply watched as you moved about the room in nothing but your leggings and a red lace bra, his eyes never leaving your frame.

“Damn, here I thought maybe you were finally matching my level of freaky dirty-mindedness babe. This bathroom is secluded, we totally could’ve had some fun.”

He leaned against the bathroom counter, his voice trailing off as he pretended to sound disappointed, simply sighing as he crossed his arms over his chest waiting for you to have some snarky remark.

“Matthew Knies, no way in hell we do anything like that in Mitch and Stephanie’s bathroom. Are you crazy??”

“Crazy horny right now with you standing in front of me in a red lace bra? Absolutely!”

His hands grabbed your waist as he pulled you into his chest, taking the sweater from you and tossing it to the side so he had your full attention.

“Come onnnn, it’ll be fun. Let me make it up to you for spilling my drink all over you.”

He began peppering your neck with kisses, making you giggle and squirm in his arms, finally giving in as he knew just how to win you over.

“Okay fine! But ditch the sweater, it’s really fucking itchy.”

[taojjang]

𐙚 a cup of cocoa ᯓ s.es .ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day nine! pairing: bf!eunseok x reader, genre: fluff! warnings: so warm and fluffy wc: 612

synopsis: out of concern for your health, eunseok tells you it's not a good idea to play in the snow. to fix the frown on your face, he provides a warmer way of enjoying the snowy night.

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"just for tonight! please, seok!" you begged.

shaking his head, eunseok insisted, "it's too cold, darling. you'll get sick again."

it was finally snowing after the brutally scorching summer, but you couldn't enjoy it. you tend to get sick quite easily, and eunseok knew that all too well. to avoid having to take a week off of work to take care of you, he advised you to stay inside. even with all of your sulking and whining, he didn't break.

"a few minutes won't hurt," you whine, crossing your arms from across the kitchen. eunseok pushed up his glasses and argued, "you said that last time. what happened then?" you look down at your socks recalling the weeks of coughs and a nasty fever after playing in the snow last january. you sigh and walk to the living room, shouting defenses from your distance. "that was one instance. why can't i just go out? you're not my mom!" eunseok scoffed and shouted back, "if i'm not your mom, don't beg me for help next time you get sick. and don't even think about asking me to cook dinner." you closed your eyes and threw yourself onto the couch in defeat.

"so are you going out or not?" eunseok questioned, standing at the doorway with a stern tinge to his voice. you turn away from him and shake your head, not bothered enough to respond in words. he chuckles and walks off to the kitchen. your petty silent treatment was powerless toward cracking eunseok's hard exterior when he knows how easily he could make you smile. so he got to work.

you sighed hearing eunseok's footsteps grow near. you closed your eyes and kept your back to the doorway. you couldn't suppress your peak of curiosity as you heard a clink of glass tap onto the coffee table. slowly sitting up, you turn to eunseok looking at you with a warm smile. your eyes lit up at the sight of the two cups before him. as a warmer alternative to enjoying this snowy night, eunseok made your favorite drink: hot chocolate.

you spring to your feet and rush over to peek into the cups. there was a plain cup of hot chocolate beside a cup with a mountain of whipped cream, painted prettily in stripes of chocolate syrup and marshmallows. your wide eyes melt into a smile, cheering "thank you, seok!" eunseok scoffed at the abrupt shift in your mood, but he couldn't push off the sense of deepening adoration in his chest. "of course, darling," he mutters, leaving a soft kiss on your temple.

once you were cuddled up on the couch with your marshmallows and cocoa in your hand, you forgot all about the snow outside, focusing on nothing but the sweetest boyfriend you had beside you. you took a sip and melted into complete bliss, the warmth of the cocoa thawing your numb fingertips. "how is it? do you want more whipped cream?" you smiled and giggled, "i could never have enough whipped cream." eunseok brushed your hair behind your ear and smiled. "i know, baby. the cup is already overflowing." you laughed before placing the cup on the table and returning to eunseok's arms. "what's wrong? you don't like it?" eunseok asked, pulling you closer to his chest. "of course not. i just need to hug you." eunseok's cheeks flushed pink as you snuggled against him. running his hand down your back, he uttered softly, "let's stay warm, 'kay?" you nod and eunseok pulls the blanket over the both of you, tucking you into a pocket of euphoria.

the cold couldn't harm you as long as you had eunseok.

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[chvoswxtch]

court's 12 days of slutmas

welcome! below you will find my slutty lil advent calendar full of kinky surprises. everyday for the next 12 days, a new blurb will be unwrapped. i'm not telling you who's involved, or what's involved, that's the fun of it ;)

as a reminder, this is an 18+ event. there will be explicit sexual content in every blurb. proceed at your own comfort level. if something isn't for you, skip it. you're not gonna hurt my feelings, i promise

feel free to check back in here everyday for the next surprise, or if you'd like to be notified, you can join my naughty list here

happy slutmas! ✨

☾ day one

»— thigh riding with bucky barnes

☾ day two

»— voyeurism with jessica jones

☾ day three

»— semi-public blowjob with aaron hotchner

☾ day four

»— roleplay with dinah madani

☾ day five

»— brat taming with logan howlett

☾ day six

»— lessons in cunnilingus with derek morgan & spencer reid

☾ day seven

»— public fingering with karen page

☾ day eight

»— orgasm denial with billy butcher

☾ day nine

»— temperature play with elektra natchios

☾ day ten

»— sex tape with billy russo

☾ day eleven

»— strap on sex with emily prentiss

☾ day twelve

»— sensory deprivation & double penetration with matt murdock & frank castle

[writerfae]

Christmas movie au Advent Calendar 🎄

Day Nine: 🍪Baking🍪

Christmas special tag list: @bunnymermaidsblog @deadlycupid @dustylovelyrun @ladywithalamp @sleepy-night-child @theguywithnonickname

Talon couldn’t remember the last time he ever baked.

He must’ve been a kid back then, helping his mother and sister with Christmas preparations. He hadn’t done that in a long time.

He was no talent in the kitchen, but as he told Aiden and Maya, the two had told him not to worry about it.

“Making cookies is easy, everyone can do it.”

Besides, they said, he had two experts with him.

“Baking is literally part of my job,” Maya reminded him. “And Aiden here has been helping me and my mother with making the cookies for the Christmas market ever since we were children.”

When Halea would find out that Talon was helping to bake cookies, she’d probably fall off her chair laughing.

She was absolutely convinced that her friend could set fire to cereal and she had more than one reason to believe that.

Luckily he wasn’t as much of a disastrous baker as he had anticipated.

He would lie if he said he wasn’t at least a little daunted when he was sat in front of a massive bowl and told to make a portion of dough all by himself, cause apparently they needed so much of it that that one bowl - or even two - won’t do.

But beside the fact that the flour he dumped into the bowl left behind a cloud of dust that made him cough and covered half his face, which resulted in Aiden clinging to Maya in laughter, it all went rather smoothly.

Okay, maybe Talon did throw some flour at Aiden about laughing at him and maybe that did result in a little flour battle that Maya later scolded them for, even if it was in a fond tone that gave away she wasn’t actually mad.

Nearly the whole countertop was covered in rolled out Christmas cookie dough.

As they started to cut out the dough in the form of stars and Christmas trees Talon was sure that they could feed the whole town plus reindeer population with the amount of cookies they were making.

“That’s the goal,” Aiden said laughing, when Talon voiced his thought to the other two. “They’ll be sold at the Christmas market after all. You’d be surprised how fast these cookies are gone.”

They chatted about this and that while they cut out the cookies and Talon had to admit to himself that he indeed had fun, something he didn’t expect.

Though he should’ve guessed, because with Aiden everything turned out to be more fun than he expected it to.

He was just fun to be around with his jokes and stories and the occasional friendly touches that never failed to make Talon’s heart react to it - and it made Talon feel content.

In fact, he hasn’t felt as good, as happy in a long while (if you left out the big elephant in the room, that was).

After the first few batches were in the oven. Maya excused herself because of an appointment she apparently forgot about.

“I’ll be back in an hour or so,” she had told them. “Remember to melt the chocolate for the topping, the first load should be done in a while. And Talon, make sure the chocolate actually ends up on the cookies and not in Aiden’s stomach instead.”

With that last warning she was gone.

Aiden pouted. “Killjoy.”

Talon laughed. “Come on, let’s do what she told us. Maybe I’ll let you have some of the chocolate if you tell me how we’ll best get it to melt.”

Now it was Aiden who laughed. “Deal.”

The batches were done right on time as they finished melting the chocolate.

They got them out of the oven, put in the next few batches and once the cookies had cooled down a little, began to decorate them with the chocolate and all kinds of other stuff.

As most of the melted chocolate was spread out on the cookies, Aiden took a spoon and began to scrape up the rest that was still in the bowl.

As he found Talon looking at him, he chuckled. “What? You said I could have some of the chocolate.”

He offered Talon the spoon full of chocolate. “Or do you want some, too?”

Instead of answering, Talon simply leaned forward and took the offered spoon into his mouth. Aiden’s eyes widened in surprise, but he held the eye contact Talon maintained throughout it all (in strange rush of confidence) until Talon leaned back into his seat again.

“Thanks,” he said with a grin on his face. “That tasted good.”

Aiden swallowed, then he nodded. Loading the spoon with chocolate once again, he lifted it to his own lips this time, not at all seeming to mind that this was the same spoon Talon had in his mouth seconds ago.

Talon couldn’t stop his eyes from staring down at Aiden’s mouth as he licked the spoon clean.

Oh, he was so gone for this boy, who was he even trying to kid.

Aiden’s gaze flickered up to Talon watching him and for a moment they only stared at each other, spoon and chocolate and everything else around them forgotten.

Talon could swear Aiden was leaning forward slowly and he was pretty sure he did the same when suddenly the ringing of the oven startled the two and the moment was over.

“I’ll get the cookies,” Aiden said, clearing his throat.

Was he blushing or did Talon only project his own bashfulness onto him?

Would they have kissed if the oven didn’t disturb them?

Or did he maybe inhale too much flour?

But ever since that moment there was a certain tension in the room and Talon was almost glad when Maya came back and he wasn’t alone with Aiden anymore.

He suspected that Maya could feel it, too.

When Talon excused himself later, claiming that he had an important call to make, she let him go without much complaint, thanking him for his help.

And Aiden, too, didn’t try to get him to stay.

Maybe he was just as shaken about their almost-kiss or whatever you would call the moment they shared as he was.

Talon left, taking the scarf with him despite his better judgment. He had barely sat a foot into his room when he already dialed Halea’s number.

“Halea, I don’t know how long I can take this anymore.”

[www-jungwon]

winters of us. an advent calendar by elena !

an. this is for me to write drabbles lol that hee one made me feel like writing 25 ( some of them might turn into fics tho ). pls note some might have themes of christmas !

sched. a new drabble will be posted 1-25 days of december @ 5pm est !

ft. enhypen, txt, &team, riize, & svt !

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

one in which soobin says it's five am, but you say it's snowing

two in which, fine, harua will be your snow angel

three in which niki thinks you should let him choose the movie ( maybe a snowball will convince you )

four in which anton isn't allowed to drink all your hot chocolate, but does anyway

five in which niki can bake, thank you very much

six in which jake has no idea what to get his younger sister (he left it last minute), and you’re the sephora worker

seven in which jay can’t decorate the christmas tree for the life of him, and you only keep him around to hang the star

eight in which jake thinks he’s dying, and you think he just slipped on ice and it’s a bruise

nine in which roommate!heeseung insists on decorating, and you’re sure he has an ulterior motive, you just can’t figure out what (hint: it involves mistletoe)

ten in which you’ve never seen joshua this angry, and it’s at a gingerbread house

eleven in which jay thinks slow dancing in your house is cringe, but he’ll do anything for you

twelve in which niki isn’t sick, it’s just the cold

thirteen in which heeseung is freezing, but you look cute in his jacket

fourteen in which visiting your best friend’s for the holidays is a bad idea when her brother (heeseung) looks like that

fifteen in which getting rival!niki for your secret santa is the last thing you wanted

sixteen in which jungwon’s snowman-building skills are way better than yours, and he’ll prove it

seventeen in which fake dating wonwoo might have been a bad idea when he’s such a good fake boyfriend

eighteen in which you don’t want to go to the holiday party, but sunghoon will be there

nineteen in which jungwon wants you to make your own blanket fort

twenty in which jay always gets you the best presents

twenty-one in which you slip on ice, but stranger!joshua catches you

twenty-two in which you’ve been forced to go ice skating by your friends, and you fall into stranger!sunghoon

twenty-three in which it’s too cold to go anywhere this morning, so you and yujin stay inside

twenty-four in which niki isn’t cute, he hates you

twenty-five in which jungwon thinks he might as well confess this christmas

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