#chanukah fic
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Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
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The experience of awakening from stasis depends strongly on the skill of the individual supervising the process. (x)
“Present Mic? Sir?” The doctor looks unhappy, probably because Present Mic wasn’t really listening, but Mic’s been through enough meetings like this to know what he’s going to hear already. (x)
LittleMissSigrid: we’re fucked. (x)
Bard’s been seeing Thranduil for a year and change, and he’s known about Thranduil’s real job for the vast majority of that year, but every time he steps into the romance novel section of a bookstore, he’s shocked all over again by the sheer number of titles with Thranduil’s alias printed on the spines. (x)
There are rules about taking calls from parents on personal cell phones, but the school hasn’t given Shōta a cell phone, and he’s not waiting around at school for parents to make their weekly check-in calls. (x)
The day Bard’s twin sister discovered her soulmate was never going to be the happiest day of Bard’s life, for a whole host of reasons. (x)
“Well, that’s everything sorted out,” the real estate agent says. (x)
Every so often Bard thinks about the pile of his school papers his mother saved, his drawings and homework assignments and report cards. (x)
Hizashi hurries down the steps from the train station, moving just a little too fast for the small hand grasping his to keep up. (x)
The night is cold and dark, and the makeshift tent not nearly enough to keep out the wind and snow; Thorin fumbles for flint and striker in the blackness, cursing the clumsiness of his hands. (x)
tagging @dogblessyoutascha @lonelyheartsmotel @corndog-patrol @rainbowvamp @herawell @pomgore and anybody else who's interested!
#tag game#clown hours#realizing just now how boring my opening lines are HELP#special points to Kairos and TLOAS for sounding like fuck all#door of night au#reincarnation au#1977/kairos#chanukah fic#romance novelist au
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the chanukah fic has got away from me. this is a fandom which can cope with a 12-15 thousand word one shot, right?
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Vechulanu Or Eitan
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43841878
Erik doesn’t have much patience for the winter holidays. Everyone is filled with a consumerist desire to buy truck-fulls of presents and decorations and pretend that lying to children is a practice only evil men don’t participate in. Erik never much cared for the nostalgia towards the awful weather or the unavoidable ‘Merry Christmas’ greetings.
Years ago, Charles would call him a grinch and tease him into enjoying the idea of Secret Santa. Nowadays, he has a five year old daughter that climbs onto his lap and tells him with big, pleading brown eyes that killing Mr. Xavier is not something he should do.
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Erik and Lorna have their first Chanukah together. Charles tries to help.
#jewish#erik lehnsherr#Charles Xavier#lorna dane#wanda maximoff#pietro maximoff#kitty pryde#x men#chanukah#hanukkah#cherik#X-men#x men days of future past#x men first class#druwrites#x men fic#cherik fic#magnet family#magento#professor x
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HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
DECEMBER 24TH, 1953 — in which Daisy and the kids head up to Philadelphia to celebrate Christmas with the Winters family, sans Ron, who couldn’t get away from Fort Bragg to celebrate the holiday.
WARNINGS: Nothing, except it gets suggestive at the end — but not extremely explicit. Calling Ron by his rank has consequences idk..
TAGS: @brassknucklespeirs who asked for the Christmas Special, AAAND @liebgotts-lovergirl , @softguarnere , @galaxialuz — some sweet DaisRon winter feels for this Christmas <3
“Oh, Dais, would you pass me that? Thank you.” Daisy grabs one of the pretty ceramic bowls, sliding it over the counter to Ginny, who takes it with a smile. Outside, she can hear their boys letting out “battle cries” as they try to knock Dick into the snow. Inside, Laura lays out on the floor, the two year old all tuckered out from playing all morning.
“Careful, I think Robbie might kill your husband,” Daisy snickers, watching through the window as her son latches onto Dick’s calf, fresh powder pluming around him with every step the man takes.
“Just like his dad,” Ginny responds with a bit of a chuckle, before going back to dumping spices into the ceramic bowl. She gives Daisy a glance. “How is Ron doing, by the way?”
Daisy’s smile becomes a little more sullen, glancing down at the countertop for a moment.
“Mad as all hell,” Daisy admits. “He kept apologizing on the phone, I told him to stop worrying about it.”
“I mean, if Dick pulled out a sexy red velvet number last Christmas for me to unwrap I’d be pretty upset to miss out too.” Daisy lightly slaps her friend’s arm, looking back at her daughter as Ginny continues to giggle to herself. Her own face flared up at the memory. It was, for all purposes, Rita’s idea — an early parcel last Christmas that had a little red dress that hardly covered anything, adored with pretty white fur at the top and bottom, and around the cuffs. She’d given Rita an earful about it, her face flushed but… still tried it on. Just to see.
Needless to say the festivities didn’t really stop after they put the kids to bed.
“He calls every night to talk to the kids. Tries to anyway.” Daisy goes to grab the eggs from Ginny’s fridge, and continues to observe as she makes her attempt at gingerbread cookies so the boys could decorate them.
“Are you mad?” Ginny asks with a raised brow.
“At his job? Yes. At him? No.” Daisy’s reply is immediate. They knew what they were getting into when they married — knew they’d be moving around a lot, that his work would take him away from her for extended periods of time. She’d been especially upset when he was deployed to Korea, but even then, they made it work. Now he was at Fort Bragg, she and the kids lived in Tennessee, and they still did their best to make it work.
A testament to that fact was that this is only the second time Ron ever missed a Christmas. He’d been adamant that Daisy still went up to Pennsylvania with the kids, to stay with Dick and Ginny and celebrate anyway, so at least she wasn’t doing the whole “Santa” thing by herself this year.
“You’re a lot stronger than I am, I’ll give you that.”
“He’s not dead Gin, he’s just working.”
“I know I just… well, how’s Robbie taking it?”
Daisy hums in thought, taking half of the dough to cut into little gingerbread men.
The first time Robbie could remember seeing Ron in uniform, he squealed in delight, begging Ron to let him wear his hat (and he did, marching around their living room and demanding that his father give him twenty push ups, which he did with the little boy on his back). Now that he was in kindergarten he liked to tell everyone Ron was a superhero and that he “punched bad guys in the face” for a job. When Robbie asked Ron why he wouldn’t be home — they told him he had to train future superheroes.
He took it well enough, and Ron calling so frequently seemed to help.
“I don’t think he gets it entirely just yet, we’ve been… explaining bit-by-bit what Daddy actually does.” Daisy admits with a bit of a shrug, twisting her silver wedding band for a few moments. Outside, she can hear Robbie holler, and next to her Ginny snickers.
“You sure Ron hasn’t been teaching him combat maneuvers in his free time? He nearly took out Dick’s ankles.”
“Yeah, he actually came out practicing his Foy run,” Daisy remarks sarcastically, and Ginny snorts at that, rolling her eyes.
“Have you met his mother? With all that crazy in him I wouldn’t doubt it.”
Daisy looks up for a moment, able to pinpoint her son’s bright red cap. Little Alan hangs off of his father’s shoulders with a toothy grin, and Dick picks Robbie up by the pits to lift him high in the air. He shrieks excitedly, kicking and squirming in Dick’s hold. She then looks at Ginny, who’s resting her chin on her palm to watch the man with a distant sort of smile. She looks down, and gently pokes her friend’s tummy.
“So do you think it’s gonna be a boy or a girl?” she asks. Ginny turns to look at Daisy again, rolling her eyes.
“Dick wants a girl since Al’s such a momma’s boy. I think it’s gonna be another boy, but what do I know? I’m just the one carrying it.”
“Careful, keep talking so sweetly and someone might think you like your husband.”
“Yeah, just don’t tell him that, it's supposed to be a secret.” Ginny responds with equal sarcasm, and Daisy laughs.
It’s then that they hear another shriek, but not the shrill sound of laughter, and a ‘Daddy!’ Daisy peers out the window and watches Robbie take off down the lawn, with Dick hot on his heels, Alan in his arms, towards—
“No way,” Daisy whispers, and Ginny practically pushes her to get her shoes on, scooping Laura into her arms as Daisy takes off out the door after the three men.
By the time she reaches the lawn, she’s already a bit misty-eyed.
Ron presses kisses to Robbie’s cheek, his hat lopsided on their son’s head. Robbie’s smiling from ear-to-ear, dimples prominent, prattling all about what they’ve done in the three days they’ve been in Philly — as if he didn’t tell Ron about all these things on the phone. His eyes find hers and he chuckles, walking forward with their son in his arms.
“I thought…” she whispers, her voice trembling.
“So did I, managed to pull a few strings. The people on base like me,” he leans down, kissing her sweetly and she can’t stop smiling. He bumps their noses as he pulls away. “Gonna catch a cold, out here in that sweater.” Ron warns. Daisy just smiles a little wider.
“I’ve got you here to keep me warm, don’t I?” As Ginny passes her their daughter and she reaches out to grab at Ron’s nose, he smiles wider.
“That you do.”
Ron can’t bake without the supervision of at least half of Daisy’s side of the family — but decorating cookies with Dick and the kids works just as well, Laura perched on his lap and grabbing fistfuls of candy. He keeps a watchful eye, ensuring it doesn’t all go into her mouth, wipes Robbie’s face of white frosting and all the while Daisy can’t stop smiling, pressing kisses to the top of his head and muttering quiet “I love you”s and “I miss you”s in his ear, which he returns.
They get the kids to bed eventually, all tuckered out from the day’s events and Ron’s surprise visit. Alan and Robbie share Al’s bed, and Laura has been using Al’s old toddler bed. After that, the four of them set up all the presents under the glittering tree in the living room, share the four gingerbread cookies laid out, and stay up for a little while longer until Daisy and Ron retreat to the guest bedroom.
Daisy keeps running her thumbs over Ron’s face, her cheeks hurt from smiling as she gazes down at him.
“So, remind me, when did you leave?”
“Three in the morning from Kentucky,” he responds simply, and her brows furrow for a moment. “I slept on the train, sweetness, don’t yell at me.”
“I can’t yell at you, the kids are sleeping.”
“You’d find a way,” he retorts, and she can’t help but smile, tucking her face into the crook of his neck for a moment. “Anyways, got on the train from Fort Bragg, we stopped in Maryland. That was when I called you.”
“That explains all the noise in the back,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to his neck, his jaw, and then his cheek, enjoying the small, shuddering breath he takes, and the way his fingers dig into her hips a little tighter. “But I’m… glad you made it. Think one more day here and Robbie might’ve broken Dick’s leg.” Ron chuckles, a low noise rumbling through his chest and Daisy grins a little wider.
“That’s your son, Dais.” He insists with a slight hum to his voice, hands slipping under her shirt to rub circles into her hip bones, she shakes her head.
“He’s at least 50% you. I’d argue maybe even 60% since he’s got your eyes. Takes two to make a baby.” Ron’s grin turns somewhat wolfish as he looks her over, hands moving to press into her back.
“Does, doesn’t it?” he mutters, trailing off for a moment. “We’ve gotten pretty good at that. Rearing kids.” Daisy can’t help but giggle as Ron leans forward to press a few kisses to the column of her throat.
“You trying to raise an Army or something?” she mutters, letting out a quiet gasp when he nips a certain spot on her neck.
“Well I think they have a mighty fine CO, Lieutenant Speirs,” he mutters, and she can feel his grin against her neck. Daisy laughs again, carding her fingers through his hair.
“I’d have to agree, Major Speirs.” In time with the use of his rank, she gives a gentle tug to the hair at the base of his neck. Ron pulls his face from her throat to look at her with eyes blown wide, lips parted. All Daisy does is smile at him, and shift a little in his lap.
Even when Ron leans forward to press his lips to hers again in a heated kiss, and flip them over so he’s on top of her, she can’t stop the laugh that bubbles from her throat. Ron reaches for her hands and pins them above her head, pulling away for a moment to stare down at her — hair fanned across the mattress, eyes sparkly as she stares up at him. He takes a look over at the clock on the dresser, then back to her.
“Merry Christmas, Dais,” he murmurs. Wrapping her legs around his waist a little tighter, she nods.
“Merry Christmas, Ron,” and despite the hand pinning down her wrists, she reaches up to give him a kiss that’s a little softer, and he lets her wrists go to pull her impossibly closer to him.
Welcome home.
#ronald speirs#ronald speirs x oc#ch: daisy clarke#ship: daisy/ron#ron speirs x oc#hbo war fic#hbo war x oc#band of brothers fic#postwar sweetness#band of brothers oc#rita : *evil laughter after sending daisy a sexy Santa dress and goes back to celebrating Chanukah with Joe’s family*#this isn’t the first time she’s done that#she thinks it’s funny#*poet writes
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A few years ago I took some Chanukah themed photos with Funkos.
#chanukah#marvel#doctor who#bucky barnes#clint barton#phil coulson#maria rambeau#valkyrie#holiday themed#fic prompt
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me planning: i'm going to write a nice fluffy episodic sequel that's mostly just hanging out and platonic cuddling so we can all recover from the emotional intensity of part 1
me writing: experiencing the horrors about how there isn't enough plot
#fic: flightless birds#it's probably fine i'm just at the part of the writing process where i am beset by the horrors#which is around the 1/2 to 2/3 mark. in related news the chapter will probably be out in about a week/week and a half#TA duties will be done next week and then i'm home for chanukah so writing should go a bit faster#kvetch oc
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I keep thinking I am going to write another Chanukah fanfic this year, but as it is looking less likely . . . here are a couple from prior years:
Title: Rededication
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Characters/Pairing: Jorah Mormont, Daenerys Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen/Jorah Mormont
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2,883 words
Summary: At the end of the Maccabean revolt, Jorah returns to find Daenerys in the desecrated Temple. (Chanukah Retelling/AU)
Title: Chanukah
Fandom: Arrow
Characters/Pairing: Felicity Smoak, Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak/Oliver Queen
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 941 words
Summary: It's the third night of Chanukah before she actually digs out her menorah. (Felicity might not be the best at remembering to observe religious holidays terribly religiously)
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker Characters: Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Han Solo Additional Tags: Cooking, cooking together, Delicious Fried Foods, sharing traditions Summary:
Leia and Luke sharing traditions.
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i’m such a bad writer when i don’t care about what’s going on
#why did i choose to write fluff?#where’s the emotion in my blorbos as 8yos experiencing chanukah for the first time?#bcz it’s probably there somewhere but by god i cannot write it#sorry to the person i got in secret santa ur gonna be stuck with a pretty bad fic (if i even finish it)#ryan shut the fuck up
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2012 "The Beginning" Timeline Bonus!:
{Steve is still seen+Present, with Frigimon [Yukidarumon] in the background, amongst other Chosen Ones, from the New York Chosen group!!} (You can tell it's Steve because of the glasses and because of Yukidarumon's presence, even if the hair colors and tones have been slightly modified.) In this version, Steve's hair color appears a more dirty Blond or honey/more Brown, eyes might be closer to Hazel if not Brown/Black.
In 2012 Hanukkah began at sunset on Saturday, December 8, and ended at nightfall on Monday, December 17! Since "The Beginning" is taking place on February 29, 2012, There's a bit to go until Hanukkah/Xmas, but we can determine Steve would be celebrating Chanukah quite a bit before December 25th in the event Chosen Children reunited around the world!! Please remember these details if you are writing about the 02 Chosen Children + "Adventure" groups in general, including having them Interact with International and the New York/U.S. Chosen group, especially if it's during the same year as "2012"'s timeframe, and especially, if you want to portray Jewish American Chosen respectfully!!
For reference, in 2013, the following year, (Say you have the Chosen meet the next year in your story), Chanukah began on Wednesday, 27 November 2013 and ended on Thursday, 5 December 2013 . That's starting days away from December (and ending days away from Xmas) even then!! The next year it actually fell during December 25th (and not ending the night before, the 24th, like in 2015) was in 2017!!
Digimon Adventure 02 ~ {United States of America Chosen} ~ {Personal} Favorite Supporting Character{s} Steve & Frigimon {+Bonus New York Chosen Children Group} + Daisuke Motomiya + Mimi Tachikawa (+Satoe & Keisuke Tachikawa) & Michael (also technically a U.S. Chosen) "We couldn't have done it without you {Daisuke}." - Steve
"...That was on December 25th at 3 A.M., local time." (Narrator)
Notes: In the books released post-series production and 02's conclusion, Steve was revealed to be the very first confirmed Jewish American Chosen Child, a significant step forward for the Digimon franchise, as it acknowledged the Jewish community living in real-world America.
Because Steve is Jewish, Steve would have been personally celebrating Hanukkah that year, not Christmas (hence I left out the last subtitle referencing Christmas to prevent confusion).
Chanukah in 2002, when 02 officially takes place, however, was November 29th ~ December 7th, and these scenes took place closer to Dec. 25th (early 3 A.M.). But that doesn't mean Steve, as a Jewish American, wouldn’t have noted Hanukkah (or Chanukah) at all earlier that year, and it’s good to note that when we're discussing potentials of 02′s “real-world based” “timeline”!
(Basically, what Steve is doing here is joining in on, via being invited by being a Chosen Child who is able and willing to help, an Interfaith gathering of individuals that was originally meant to simply send corrupted by virus Digimon back into the Digital World, and was not actually a "holiday" focused gathering initially!) :) {If Steve joins them after the fact is unknown, but either way, Steve would have to be invited and it would have to be acknowledged that Steve as an individual does not celebrate Christmas religiously.}
In the scenes above, Steve is one of only two U.S. Chosen that are also given spoken lines to personally thank and acknowledge Daisuke Motomiya's help (along with the rest, but also specifying Daisuke). {Michael aside, as even Michael doesn't get to comment verbally.}
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^ Though Steve can't be seen clearly in the shot, in the 'gathering' of Chosen Children including many International ones, a Frigimon can very clearly be seen on left. As other Chosen from the World Tour are included here, it is almost defintely Steve's Frigimon, and either Steve is somewhere in the background but off-screen, or Steve and Frigimon were somehow separated...
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#chai adventures#chai dgmn#chai 02#chai the beginning#chai d02tb#chai steve#chai compilations#chai international chosen#cof#coftff#chosen of faith: the fan fic#steve#coftff steve#steve and yukidarumon#steve and frigimon#hanukkah#chanukah#hanukkah 2012#hanukkah 2013#hanukkah 2014#new york chosen#jewish american character#jewish american chosen#jewish chosen#jewish chosen children#digivice#d3s#the beginning#the beginning spoilers#(THERE I tagged EVERYTHING its OUT ON DVD AND FOR PURCHASE NOW PLEASE DO NOT @ OR VAGUE AT US FOR MAKING THINGS ANYMORE)
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Shinsou Hitoshi, Shirakumo Oboro, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Tatsuma Ryuuko | Ryuukyuu, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum, Midoriya Inko, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Tired Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is a Good Teacher, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead is Bad at Feelings, Meet-Cute, worst meet-cute ever, Getting Together, Jewish Present Mic, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Shirakumo Oboro Adopts Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Jewish Shirakumo Oboro, Jewish Emi Fukukado, Foster kids, Aizawa went to therapy but is still kind of a mess, I have never heard of the term 'projecting', Cats, Adoption, Found Family, Mostly Fluff, Chanukah Fic Series: Part 2 of the rooftop gang's guide to finding a family Summary:
When Aizawa Shōta finds himself being yelled at by a stranger in a ramen shop, it kicks up a whole host of bad memories and sets him up for the worst week of his life. All he wants to do is retreat back to his apartment with his impulse-purchased cat sculpture and die in peace. But life has other plans, and those plans lead Shōta into one encounter after another with Yamada Hizashi, his son, and his friends -- a family that could be Shōta's, if he's willing to take the risk.
Also known as the one where Hizashi yells at Shōta and Shōta accidentally falls in love with him.
It appears that I’m incapable of leaving @corndog-patrol‘s Jewish Mic headcanon alone, so here’s another fic set in the same universe as Yamada Hizashi’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Hanukah -- this time, from Aizawa’s perspective.
#aizawa shouta#yamada hizashi#erasermic#present mic#eraserhead#chanukah fic#bnha#boku no hero academia#mha#my hero academia#a bisquared production
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fran doesn't want to show up to her ma's chanukah party alone.
cc's fed up of seeing her sad since she got back from paris. no ulterior motives here, none at all.
#the chanukah fic#did i write 16000 words to use that title? maybe so#fran x cc#francc#the nanny#my fic
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Steve is awoken at like 3 in the morning by an incessant pounding on the door.
He shuffles into his slippers and pads down the stairs, baseball bat in hand just in case.
At the door is a weary, dishevelled Billy Hargrove who looks like he’s on the verge of collapse.
Steve, alarmed ushers him in.
Sara Harrington, who was never exactly the heaviest sleeper, is already downstairs, peering at Billy with concern.
She leans down to his level, already splayed across the couch and makes a halting attempt at the language she hates so much.
Billy, shockingly, responds in imperfect but recognisable Yiddish before passing out.
Sara’s response is both deeply troubled but also has undercurrents of relief woven in.
“You never told me you found a Jewish friend.”
Well, friend is a stretch and Steve had no idea until about 5 seconds ago that Billy was anything but Irish Catholic.
Joshua finds out three hours later, when he wakes up to find a boy he doesn’t know at his dining table.
That makes Billy freeze, hairs standing on end in the middle of reaching for a pastry.
He only relaxes again when Steve’s dad makes a terrible joke about breakfast food and sits down, completely unfazed.
Steve manages to park himself right next to Billy, frantically whispering as he tries to figure out what the fuck is going on.
Billy’s response is a shrugged “dad found out I still practiced and kicked me out”, as if that isn’t one of the most horrific things Steve has ever heard.
Billy joins them for Shabbat that evening, as it’s a Friday. It’s clear he’s the real deal and that leaves Steve’s head swimming with questions. Why the fuck did a man so obviously bigoted marry a Jewish woman?
They smoke together peacefully on Steve’s driveway, Billy blowing out a long billow of smoke up into the night sky. He shifts slightly closer to Steve. Almost looking like he might reach out but then moves away.
Billy moves in permanently with the Byers. Steve sees him frequently at Temple, bantering with the Rabbi. It’s weird but seeing him in this environment, Steve could never picture him anywhere else.
Steves not got a crush or anything. He just daydreams about kissing Billy after he gets back from Rosh Hashana services. Normal guy stuff.
One night Billy climbs through his window. He just wants someone to talk to. Joshua and Sara are out on a business trip so Steve puts on Bronski Beat and they dance. Sensual. Steve’s head is on a fairground ride.
He’s pretty sure Billy leans in quickly to peck him on the lips but it’s so brief it might have been a dream.
It all kind of snowballs from there.
Certainly in terms of pseudo (?) romance. Which Steve isn’t complaining about
Steve thinks he may be sleepwalking. He flips through pamphlets about coming out and all of them inevitably point the same flashing arrow straight to him.
There’s a lump in his throat when he comes out to his parents. They’re so supportive, almost aggressively so and it makes Steve’s heart swell.
Coming out to Billy is a different kettle of fish. Steves fully aware that he’s obfuscating the matter, especially with the way he’ll lean into Billy’s touch but it’s just scary. Terrifying really.
Eventually though, he concedes.
Billy’s managed to get him into the backseat of the Camaro. It’s nowhere near as x rated as particularly Robin was expecting, more just second base. Something like that.
Steve finally manages to break away from the kiss and declare “I think I’m gay”.
Billy’s face says no shit but he’s not a dick about it. Instead, he motions for Steve to go on.
There’s a lot of cliches Steve could use. A fuck ton. But he keeps it brief.
He mumbles that he loves Billy and waits for the other shoe to drop.
It never does. Not really.
Billy just says it back. And they carry on.
This isn’t quite a Pesach or Chanukah fic but tysm @kallisto-k and @slime-hoe for your lovely comments, I hope this Jewish Harringrove is ok
@shieldofiron @dragonflylady77 @oopsiedaisiesbaby @harringroveobsessed @runraerun
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#harringrove#jewish steve harrington#jewish billy hargrove#harringrove ficlet#oblivious steve harrington#cw religious themes#I mixed up so many idioms by accident while writing this#also fiddling around with my writing style please bare with me#mention of Neil Hargrove being a dick#but nothing super in depth
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TK stared at the display before sighing. He now understood why there was a random box of matzoh in the cupboard. He steered the shopping cart away.
Carlos was reaching to grab another box.
"No. Sorry, Babe, but that's for a different holiday. Mostly. It can be eaten anytime but most just do it at Passover. Now let's go grab some apples. Then we get to stop at the farmer's market for honey."
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🎁 Mystrade Holiday Collection 2024 📚
Just two weeks to go, November 30th, and the collection will open! Like the previous collections it’ll be open and unmoderated, so you can add your own fics and art to the collection. ⛄️
The only rules are that it be Mystrade fic or art, written/created in 2024 and holiday (Thanksgiving, Black Friday, Chanukah, Christmas, New Year's, Kwanza, Winter Solstice, etc.) themed. So if you wrote a Christmas fic in July this year you can add it starting November 30th. The collection will remain open until January 6, 2025. 🎄
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so far the fandoms/ships for chanukah are:
3x HP (drarry, newtina, scorbus)
2x trek (1 voy, 1 ds9)
original work sequel
never have i ever (this one is complete already)
something based on a taylor swift song shhh it's a surprise
#i was only going to do one trek but like#trek of all fandoms somehow has like NO chanukah fics????#unless you go TOS and even then there aren't many
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