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tickly-trashcan · 1 year

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Human-Heater {Lloyd and Kai}

Advent Calendar Event!

A/N: brainrot,,,, sorry friends. idk what to say lol enjoy

Summary: Lloyd is chilly, and Kai just happens to be a human-heater.

Lloyd shivered as he wandered The Bounty. It was finally winter, which meant that all of Ninjago was beginning to lower its temperatures. It didn’t help that The Bounty was flying higher than normal today, which only made the cold worse.

Lloyd had been looking for anything to help him warm up because curling up in his bed hadn’t been helping despite snagging an extra blanket from Jay’s bed. The other ninja didn’t seem to care too much about how cold it was, but Lloyd couldn’t help the constant shivering.

“Lloyd, what are you doing?”

Lloyd turned around to see Kai standing there, watching him with a concerned look. “You’re shivering. Are you cold?”

“H-How could you tell?” Lloyd joked, teeth chattering. Kai chuckled.

“Well, at least you’re not cold enough to lose your humor. C’mon, lets get you warmed up.”

Lloyd followed Kai back to the bunks, where Kai noticed the extra blanket. “Do you run cold or something? Jeez…”

He sat Lloyd down and wrapped him up in the blankets, but he was still shivering. Kai frowned. “Hang on, let me get another blanket.”

“Kai,” Lloyd chuckled. “Aren’t you a fire ninja? Can’t you just… warm me up with your elemental powers or something?”

Kai raised an eyebrow, then smirked when he caught on. “Well, using my awesome fire powers like this could be considered a misuse of power… But if it’s for you, I can make an exception.”

Lloyd grinned as Kai sat next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. The warmth was practically instantaneous, ridding Lloyd of his shivers. Lloyd sighed in contentment, leaning more into Kai. Kai chuckled.

“You must’ve been pretty chilly, huh, kiddo?”

“Yeah,” Lloyd mumbled. “You’re a great heater, Kai. Maybe you should retire as a ninja and just be a heater…”

Kai snorted. “Well, if I’m a professional heater, that means you’re gonna need to pay me. C’mon, cough it up.”

Lloyd laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t have any money.”

Kai huffed in mock offense. “No money? Then you’re gonna have to pay in another way.”

Lloyd didn’t even get a chance to ask what Kai meant before he was yanked into Kai’s lap with a gasp. He was quickly a mess of giggles as he felt Kai’s fingers dancing on his sides. “Kahahahai! Wahahait, not thahahat!”

“But you don’t have money! How else can you afford my amazing human-heater services?” Kai teased, squeezing Lloyd’s hips as he squirmed around, tangling himself in the blankets.

“But I wahahahas cohohold!” Lloyd protested, snorting when Kai clawed at his tummy. Kai shrugged.

“Well, you’re warm now, aren’t you? Tickles in exchange for being warm! I think that’s pretty fair,” Kai chuckled, tutting when Lloyd tried to crawl away. He pulled him back by the ankle, scribbling across Lloyd’s sole as he did so. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re still cold, aren’t you?”

“I’m wahahaharm! I’m warm enough!” Lloyd squealed, throwing his head back and cackling as Kai went after his ribs. “Kahahahai! Plehehehease, it tickles!”

Kai only hummed in response, teasing Lloyd’s ribs as he tried to thrash around. He nearly rolled off again, but Kai caught him and pulled him back.

“Okay, are you toasty enough?”

“Yehehehes! Now stahahahap!”

Kai chuckled, nodding his head. He ceased his tickling, but kept Lloyd held in his lap. Lloyd made no effort to get away because, despite the lingering tingles, because Kai was still the main thing keeping him warm.

“On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the human-heater services?”

“Negative eleven,” Lloyd taunted. He quickly shrieked when Kai dug his hands under his arms, shaking his head. “Tehehehen! I meheheant ten!”

Kai stopped and crossed his arms, nodding his head with a grin. “Yep, that’s what everyone says. Maybe I should be a human-heater instead of a ninja.”

Lloyd rolled his eyes, shoving Kai lightly. “Follow your heart.”

#ninjago #lego ninjago #lloyd #kai #tickle fic #advent calendar event

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lee-lucius · 5 months

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Advent Calendar 2: Christmas Break

Word Count: 578

Modern AU

"Come on, Senku, do you really need to do this now?"

"It's not like I asked you to come over in the first place. You're begging won't move me one millimeter," Senku said, not looking up from his book even when Gen came up behind him, leaning over his shoulder to skim the words.

"We're on break. Isn't that when you're supposed to cut back on studying?" He sighed, unable to understand a word in Senku's textbook.

"It's not for school. I'm reading up on it to prepare for a new project I'm working on."

"But," he shifted closer, breath tickling Senku's ear as he spoke, "wouldn't you rather spend time with me?"

"No," he swatted at him like a fly, eyes still on the book. Gen yelped loudly as his hand hit him square in the face, eliciting a chuckle from Senku and an all too smug smirk.

Eyes narrowing, he acted without thinking, shooting his hands down to squeeze at Senku's sides.

"What's so funny now?"

He made a strangled noise of surprise, one that sounded like he was choking more than anything, then laughed, something low and quiet, rumbling from the back of his throat.

"Whahat ahare you dohohoing?" he protested, once again trying to swat Gen away, but he was too quick, rapidly jumping between spots on Senku's torso with childish glee.

"Obviously, I'm tickling you. You'd think someone with your intelligence would be able to figure that out."

"Whihihy?" he squirmed, mentally cursing the position he'd landed himself. Sitting at his desk with Gen's arms on either side of him, escape seemed impossible. Ordinarily Gen wasn't much stronger than him, but the ticklish sensation spreading throughout his body was draining the little strength he had. His arms were going limp. It was as if his touch was sending little shocks through Senku at each poke and prod, making his body jolt and his heart beat faster and his limbs go numb.

He was ten billion percent sure he stood no chance.

"Well, you were being awfully rude to me earlier. I think a little payback is only fair, don't you?"

Senku wanted to protest, to ask how exactly this was payback, to tell him that he'd rather be hit instead, but any semblance of a sentence was interrupted by the embarrassingly loud noise Gen drew from him when he squeezed his ribs.

"Now this is definitely a good spot."

His voice was oozing with satisfaction, and Senku swore that he'd get him back tenfold for this. Then all coherent thoughts left his mind as it suddenly got so much worse. Drilling into that one absolutely dreadful spot on his upper ribs, one he was all too familiar with thanks to his father's annoying antics, Gen broke him.

He was laughing louder than he thought was even possible. His knees shot up, banging against the bottom of his desk, and his arms, that had been all too weak before, only able to helplessly clutch his stomach, were suddenly reinvigorated, shoving wildly at Gen in his poor escape attempt.

When he was flailing so much he almost fell out of his chair, Gen finally took pity on him and stepped back, letting Senku recollect himself.

After a few minutes of fighting to regain control of laughter and breath, Senku gripped the edge of his chair, forcing himself up and staring at Gen with an evil glint in his eye, "You… are ten billion percent screwed."

#my writing #tickle fic #tickling #dr. stone #dr stone #ishigami senku #senku ishigami #gen asagiri #asagiri gen #lee!senku #ticklish!senku #ler!gen #advent calendar event

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what-the-stories-have-foretold · 1 year

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Winter is here! Whether you and your fave like to go out into the snow or on winter markets, or whether you prefer to stay in, snuggled together in a thick blanket with a warm cacao in your hand, every day will offer you a special moment with them.

Important note: as someone who celebrates both Yule and Christmas, I'll keep the type of winter celebration oftentimes vague. As I liked the structure the Advent Calender gave me, I chose this as a title/schedule. While there might be Christian symbolism/mentions of Christmas here and there, they will only be used in relation to characters with (presumably) that religion (e.g. Fyodor and Nikolai). This will also always be noted in the warnings. However, the reader will never be assigned a certain religion.

Note: I apologise in advance for the sheer amount of Genshin characters 😅 + there might still be some changes, but I hope not.

Calendar Doors:

27th of November, First Advent: Minamoto Teru

1st Day: Akai x Reader x Furuya, your Fave

2nd Day: Cyno, Tighnari

3rd Day: Nanami, Estheath

4th Day, Second Advent: Feitan

5th Day: Chūya, Scaramouche

6th Day: Zandik, Hisoka

7th Day: Lisa, Yoshida

8th Day: Obi, Gojō

9th Day: Ajax, Kenma

10th Day: Kazuha, Getou

11th Day, Third Advent: L

12th Day: DxF Furuya, Dazai

13th Day: Noë, Diluc

14th Day: William J. Moriarty, Yosano

15th Day: DxF Akai, Sebastian Moran

16th Day: Vanitas, Kaito

17th Day: Heizou, Louis Moriarty

18th Day, Fourth Advent: Ranpo

19th Day: Nikolai

20th Day: Maki, Gin Akutagawa

21st Day: Thoma, Kaveh

22nd Day: Yuri, Chrollo

23rd Day: Xiao, Bachira

24th/25th Day: Fyodor

25th Day: Bonus

#advent calendar event #advent calendar 2022 #what-the-stories-have-foretold #x gn!reader #el 🌺

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chowfur · 4 months

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With the risk of being extremely annoying, I thought I might as well post my advent event here as well :]!

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#chowfur #furry #art #anthro #my art #illustration #my oc #dragon #advent calendar #advent event

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doumadono · 4 months

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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.

#krbk events #krbkadvent #krbk advent calendar 2023 #krbk advent calendar #krbk #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku fluff #mha fluff #bnha fluff #eijiro kirishima #bakugo katsuki #kirishima x bakugou #bakugo fluff #kirishima fluff #kiribaku fanfic

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hgwellsmykabering · 5 months

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Bering and Wells Advent Calendar

A bit spontaneous, but this is a fanfic collab event we just came up with today on the discord server, us being @birdofdawning (idea for the fic) @lavendelhummel (advent calendar idea) and myself (collab idea):

24 days of Bering and Wells ficlets, creating a (semi-)cohesive getting together fanfiction! If you want to write for one of the days, sign up in a reblog addition or ask, and your name will be put on the list! You write your ficlet and aim to post it on the corresponding day of December, but as long as it’s posted some time in the month it’s fine. If you can coordinate with the people who post the days before yours, maybe tell us your planned summaries so everyone can adjust accordingly, that’s cool, but if the ficlets don’t fit together perfectly that’s alright, we’re just here to have a fun B&W advent time!

“Never get involved with a roommate!” The fanfic idea is: each day’s title is something Myka tells herself not to do in order to avoid getting involved with Helena, and of course ends up doing anyway.

Update: all fics now linked here!

No minimum wordcount - you can write a drabble as long as it fits the theme!

The setting we came up with on discord is an AU in which Helena and Myka live in the same apartment - less baggage than canon, but just as many feels! More details to it can be found here!

The daily prompts are below the cut. If you have ideas for what else Myka might want to avoid doing but don’t want to write it yourself, feel free to send in the prompt!

As apparently tumblr no longer shows the most recent version of a post when clicking under the readmore of a reblogged post, please check with the original post to see which days haven't been chosen yet!

For the readers: you can find all entries under #BeringWellsAdvent23!

We can still rearrange most of the prompts! If you want for example prompt 4 but don't think you'll finish it in time, tell me another (still free) day with your sign-up.

#1 moving in together - @lavendelhummel is taking on this one

#2 Never have a crush on your flatmate - chosen by @purlturtle

#3 Never be alone with the housemate you have a crush on - Charlie @akittennameddaisy is taking on this one with the idea that Helena tries to cook, creates a chaos in the kitchen and Myka ends up alone with her after all!

#4 Never tell her how much you like her hair - chosen by @viharistenno

#5 Free Space - @lilolilyr is doing ‘stop staring at Helena!’

#6 never let Helena persuade you to watch a movie with her - chosen by @purlturtle: "because forced prolongued proximity in a dark room and WHO EVEN KNOWS what kind of movie Helena might pick!"

#7 Never borrow Helena's clothes - claimed by @jesstrel

#8 Never let Helena wear your clothes - chosen by @lilolilyr "I think seeing Helena in her own clothes might feel even more intimate to Myka than wearing HG's clothes"

#9 Free Space - @purlturtle chose 'don't let her convince you to go to the swimming pool / gym with you'

#10 Never let Helena give you a back rub - by @purlturtle

#11 never watch Helena eat ice-cream (the lip-licking will drive you insane) - chosen by @purlturtle

#12 Don't let Helena read poetry to you - chosen by @sallysetonbw

#13 Don't use her shampoo, that's weird -chosen by @lavendelhummel

#14 never borrow that blanket she keeps on the back of the armchair - chosen by @violetren

#15 Never listen in to Helena when she's on the phone - @purlturtle

#16 never sit right next to her on the couch - chosen by @lilolilyr

#17 Make sure you're not the only one laughing at her obscure jokes - chosen by @thiakerrigan

#18 Never fall in love with your flatmate - chosen by @lilolilyr

#19 Don't let her see you in your pyjamas - @lilolilyr

#20 never go on a road trip together @purlturtle

#21 Free Space @tryingthisfangirlthing

#22 @lavendelhummel Never go to the Christmas market with Helena

#23 Never match your flatmate on a dating site - chosen by @lavendelhummel

#24 Never kiss her on the lips - @lilolilyr

Post your fics to Ao3 in the BeringWellsAdvent collection and/or on tumblr with the hashtag BeringWellsAdvent23! If you want to use a header for example for a tumblr post, you can use this made by @viharistenno and @purlturtle:

Some other ideas to fill the 'Free Space' days with:

- don't let her convince you to go to the swimming pool / gym with you

- don't imagine Helena naked

- don't suggest to cook for her (because Myka would get so caught up in her perfectionism that she'd spiral and feel so bad about what she's setting in front of Helena)

- don’t share a room/bed with Helena

- STOP STARING

- never masturbate to thoughts of your flatmate

- don’t share a drink with Helena

- Never give her a gift or accept a gift from her

- never lend her your car

- Never lend her money again

#bering and wells #warehouse 13 #femslash event #warehouse 13 advent calendar #bering and wells advent #advent fic challenge #bering and wells advent calendar #bering and wells christmas #helena wells #myka bering #bering & wells #beringwells #warehouse 13 AU #w13 #fanfic idea #mine #pinned #beringwellsadvent23 #BeringWellsAdvent

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genshin-impact-writings · 1 year

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For the holiday event - Scaramouche and mistletoe, maybe? 😘

Great choice, dear anon! I really enjoyed working on this one, so I hope y'all will like it too. Here's Day 3 of JJ's advent calendar. :)

Day 3: Scaramouche + “mistletoe”

If Scaramouche was being honest, he knew absolutely nothing about the holiday season and the various traditions and customs people put into action each and every year. He didn’t understand why they were making such a fuss about decorating their homes and buying presents for relatives they despised anyway – or what was so special about mulled wine, hot chocolate and cookies. He also didn’t understand why you were acting so embarrassed and weird since you had run into him a couple of minutes ago. Usually, you appeared to be quite happy whenever your paths crossed but today, you avoided his gaze at all costs, focusing on everything else but him. Especially the bundle of twigs that was hanging in the doorframe, tied together with a red ribbon, seemed to catch your attention.

“You’re acting all weird today,” Scaramouche finally said. “What is wrong?”

For a couple of seconds, you remained silent. Then, with an awkward chuckle, you pointed at the greenery above your heads. “That’s a mistletoe,” you explained, clearly hesitant to continue when all he did was raise his eyebrows. “So, usually… the two people standing beneath them have to, um, kiss.”

“Kiss,” Scaramouche repeated in a tone like he had never heard the word before, and you felt your face heat up. “Yeah. I mean, it’s not – it’s surely not mandatory, so… we could just walk away and pretend like this never happened, or we could-“

You stopped talking when Scaramouche took a step forward, resting one of his hands on your hip while the other found its way to the back of your head, gently guiding you forward until your lips met in a soft, almost chaste kiss.

And right after breaking the kiss, he suddenly found himself craving more. So, he kissed you a second time. And a third time. And maybe, just maybe, some holiday traditions weren’t too bad, after all.

Taglist: @kaeyas-beloved @the-gayest-sky-kid @ajaxstar @genshinparty

#scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #scaramouche fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact blurb #jj's advent calendar #jj's december event

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12daysofmystrade · 5 months

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12 days of Mystrade and Friends - Third Edition

Greetings!

November is drawing to a close, and for many of us, the winter season is about to begin. We are about ready to snuggle under blankets with hot chocolate or tea and, of course, a nice story!

We’d like you to join us in celebrating this season by sharing your creations! Consider joining the third edition of:

12 Days of Mystrade (and Friends) Advent Calendar

December 21, 2023 - January 1, 2024

We’re looking for new fanfic and art about Mystrade, Johnlock, or any other pairing within the Sherlock universe! Please note that general fics and art are also welcome! Your contribution can be a story, picture, video, collage – we are open to all kinds of art, as long as there’s some kind of winter or holiday theme. Go where your muse takes you – be it something fluffy, funny, or angsty! We also accept WIP, and there is no minimum or maximum word count or rating requirement.

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#12 days of mystrade #mystrade advent calendar #mystrade #sherlock bbc #bbc sherlock #johnlock #advent calendar #12daysofmystrade #writing event

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valkblue · 5 months

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�� Pomni + Snowglobe, for @fatesrpg 🎄✨

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#amazing digital circus #pomni #kaufmo #gloinks #snowglobe #advent calendar #christmas event #my art #watercolor style

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multisaku-advent-calendar · 1 year

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Meet the Contributor: kayparker20!!

Name: Kay Writing Pseud: kayparker20 Top 3 Sakura Pairings: KakaSaku, NejiSaku, ShikaSaku Social Media Links: Tumblr | Twitter | Ao3 PFP Credits: @oholivie

Where do you draw inspiration from? A lot of my inspiration for ideas comes from music or talking about the WHAT IFs with friends. The inspiration to write in general definitely comes from it being an escape in childhood while english was also the subject I EXCELLED at in school that also truly brings me joy. What is your favorite winter food/drink? I am definitely a sucker for hot chocolate, and anything peppermint flavored, especially candy canes!

#kayparker20 #meet the contributor #multisaku advent calendar #under the mistletoe #kakasaku #nejisaku #shikasaku #multisaku event #multisaku

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tickly-trashcan · 1 year

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Cold Hands, Warm Suga {DaiSuga}

Advent Calendar Event!

A/N: here’s the little thing I’ve been planning on doing for the month of December! Hopefully I’ll be posting a little drabble every other day until Christmas, and here’s the first one! I haven’t written for Haikyuu in sooooo long this felt so refreshing hehehe~ I hope everyone enjoys! Stay cozy! (sorry this title is so bad. titles remain my nemesis)

Summary: Daichi goes to pick up emergency groceries for Sugawara, but ends up freezing. Sugawara then has to help him warm up!

“It’s absolutely freezing out there!” Daichi hollered, shutting the door behind him as quickly as he could. He had just gone out to get some emergency groceries that Sugawara had said he needed, but he hadn’t expected it to be as cold as it had been.

“I did tell you to wear warmer clothes,” Sugawara chuckled as he walked up to Daichi, taking the bag of groceries from him. Daichi grumbled, crossing his arms.

“You said to wear a scarf. A scarf wouldn’t have been able to protect me from that! It was like an absolute blizzard!”

Sugawara broke into a laugh, walking into the kitchen and emptying the groceries into the fridge and cupboards. “I doubt it was that cold. You’re being dramatic.”

Daichi huffed, shivering. He walked over to Sugawara, who had his back turned, and put his hands on Sugawara’s neck. Sugawara shrieked, jumping. He nearly dropped the carton of eggnog he was holding, swatting Daichi’s hands off as he whipped his head around.

“Your hands are freezing! Stop it!”

“I told you it was cold!” Daichi laughed, pulling his hands away. They burned a bit after coming in contact with Sugawara’s warm neck, but it was a pleasant burn. He’d easily take that over frostbite.

Sugawara huffed and put the rest of the groceries away, humming. “You got the good eggnog, huh?”

Daichi frowned. “I still don’t see why eggnog, cereal, and marshmallows were absolutely essential. The store wasn’t even warm!”

Sugawara shrugged, grinning sheepishly. “Well, I might’ve been… a tad dramatic in saying they were “emergency essentials.” I just thought that some cereal treats would be tasty, and eggnog is a holiday classic, isn’t it?”

Daichi’s eyes narrowed. “So you sent me on a trip to the grocery store – a trip where I could’ve frozen to death – because you were hungry?”

Sugawara chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shrunk against the fridge. “Ahem… yes?”

Daichi sighed. “You are seriously ridiculous, you know that?”

Sugawara nodded. “Isn’t that why you love me?”

“Unfortunately,” Daichi rolled his eyes. “But you do have to help me warm up now, since it was so cold out there.”

Sugawara’s cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. “What did you have in mind?”

Daichi hummed, putting his hand on the small of Sugawara’s back and pulling him in. “Well, I do have one idea.”

Sugawara nodded, leaning forward. Daichi smirked. “My hands are especially cold. I think I know just how to warm them up.”

Sugawara shrieked suddenly, crumpling forward against Daichi. Daichi had snuck his hands under Sugawara’s bulky sweater, his freezing fingers wiggling along Sugawara’s sides as he giggled profusely.

“Dahahaichi! Thahahat’s not whahat I hahad in mind!” Sugawara protested, squirming around as Daichi tickled him. Daichi raised an eyebrow.

“This isn’t what you had in mind? But this is the best way to warm up cold hands! Especially right here,” Daichi teased, wrapping an arm around Sugawara’s waist as he clawed at his stomach with the other hand. Sugawara threw his head back and squealed. “You’re very warm on your stomach, it’s perfect for my hands.”

“No it’s nohohot! Keeheep your hahahands to yoursehehelf!” Sugawara cackled, trying to shake free of Daichi’s tickles.

Sugawara squealed and laughed as Daichi tickled him, hardly able to handle the tingly sensations. Sugawara was ticklish enough already, but Daichi’s cold hands weren’t making it any better. Sugawara squirmed as he laughed, his cheeks warming as Daichi’s hands did as well.

“Stahahap! You’re freeheeheezing!” Sugawara whined. Daichi stuck out his tongue.

“It’s your own fault for making me go to the store. I was freezing earlier, so now it’s your turn,” Daichi chuckled, pinching back to Sugawara’s sides, where he climbed up to Sugawara’s ribs. Sugawara hollered, shoving at Daichi as he laughed frantically. Daichi only continued, listening to Sugawara’s ringing laughter as his hands slowly came back up to temperature.

Sugawara snorted, making Daichi laugh. Embarrassed, Sugawara buried his face into Daichi’s shoulder as he laughed. “Pleheheheaseee! No mohohore, Daichi! It’s too cohohold!”

“It’s not that cold. You’re being dramatic,” Daichi teased, recycling Sugawara’s previous jab.

Sugawara could only laugh and snort as Daichi continued to warm up his hands. He finally decided that they were a sufficient temperature and relented, pulling his hands out of Sugawara’s sweater, instead wrapping them around him for a hug.

Sugawara caught his breath, hugging Daichi back. “Thahat was mean. You’re gohonna be on the naughty list.”

“Am I now? Does that mean you won’t get me a present?”

Sugawara chuckled. “I never said that…”

Daichi hummed, scooping up Sugawara. Sugawara squeaked in surprise, holding Daichi’s shoulders as he was carried to the couch. Daichi tossed him gently on, Sugawara landing with a soft chuckle.

Daichi was quick to curl up next to him, holding him around his waist as he rested his chin on Sugawara’s chest. Sugawara pet his hair lightly, snickering.

“See, this is a much better way to warm up. Plus we’re on the couch! Much more cozy,” Sugawara rubbed Daichi’s cheek with his thumb. Daichi smirked.

“It is much cozier, isn’t it?” Daichi drawled, crawling forward a bit until his face was right by Sugawara’s. “Hmm… I’m still a little chilly. Can you help me again?”

Sugawara’s eyes widened and he shook his head, giggling nervously. “No, no! Don’t you dahahahare–! Dahahahaichi!”

#haikyuu!!#daichi #sugawara #daisuga #tickle fic #advent calendar event

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lee-lucius · 5 months

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Advent Calendar 3: Angel

Word Count: 1,505

Modern AU

"Um... is—is everything alright?" Grey squeaked, eyes worriedly darting between her partner's faces.

Gordon shook his head, a sullen look on his face, but he made no attempts to sign, only disappearing further into the comforts of their apartment.

Gauche looked vaguely murderous as he leaned closer to Grey, whispering, "Just some asshole customers at work. Got a little too invasive, again."

"Oh," she whispered back, hand cupping her mouth. She never understood why people couldn't mind their own business! If she was there… her spirits fell, realizing she probably would've been too stunned or too intimidated to have done something, even if she had been working today.

"Don't worry. Me and Yami dealt with it. They won't be coming back."

It was as if Gauche always had a sixth sense for when her anxiety was rising, and he was able to soothe it just as easily. Taking her hand in his own and squeezing it gently, he spiked her nerves in an entirely different way, a blush rising to her cheeks.

Her mouth gaped, opening and closing like a fish, only somewhat hidden by her free hand as she tried to gather her thoughts. "B-But he's… he—he's still upset…"

He only shrugged his shoulders, bobbing his head in Gordon's direction after they'd both fallen silent, and they went after him.

They found him lying on the couch in the living room, bundled up in blankets and staring intently on a spot at the wall. Grey stood by the arm of the couch, hesitating, until Gordon noticed her, smiling slightly at her appearing and opening his arms, an invitation she readily accepted.

A set of steady arms enveloped her, cradling her to Gordon's chest in his mound of blankets and pillows, making a exhilaratingly nerve-wracking feeling soar through her, as if she was sitting at the top of roller coaster and didn't know yet if she'd be throwing her arms up into the air or throwing up as soon as the ride ended.

It took a few overwhelming moments for her to adjust, only able to focus on the warmth of Gordon's embrace and his breaths wafting against the back of her neck and the sound of Gauche fumbling around in the kitchen. But she was mercifully able to relax, heart beating slowing even if the embarrassingly bright blush wouldn't leave her face.

She felt… safe, relaxing here with her partner. And secure, as if he was shielding her from all of her anxieties, from everything bad in the world; right there, in that moment, she didn't think she could feel more loved.

And more than anything, she wanted Gordon to feel that way.

"Wait!" she blurted, far more impulsive than usual, and pushed against his chest, sitting up. "I, um, can… can I ho—hold… you, instead?"

With a surprised look on his face, Gordon merely nodded, allowing Grey to hesitantly rearrange them so that he was leaning against her, her arms wrapped around his waist.

This position took more time to adjust, and her embarrassment surely wasn't helped by Gauche returning with three steaming mugs, setting them on the table and positing himself on the other end of the couch, distanced from their cuddle pile. It wasn't unusual of him, but it did make Grey feel more awkward about the whole thing.

At least, Gordon seemed content, he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, and after she'd calmed down her internal screaming, she brought one of her hands up to card her fingers through his hair, like he usually did for her.

He mumbled something she couldn't quite understand, but it was filled with such adoration and love that made her want to cry, because she could hardly believe how lucky she was to be with an angel like Gordon. He was perfect, and she never wanted to let him go.

Until he shifted, looking up at her in a way she could only describe as timid, despite garish makeup that always made him look far more intimidating than he was.

He sat up, and Grey was about to ask if she'd done something wrong or made him uncomfortable when Gordon started signing.

"I want to laugh."

She smiled, grabbing Gordon's hands to pull him back and waiting for him to get settled before saying, "Tap my shoulder if you want me to stop, okay?"

He nodded, the faintest flush on his pale face that made her feel the slightest bit less nervous. It was rare for Gordon to get embarrassed with how naturally affectionate he was, but this—asking to be tickled—always seemed to embarrass him.

It was a little odd at first. She could hardly remember ever getting tickled, let alone tickling anyone, and never thought about it until Gordon admitted he'd enjoyed it, and Grey discovered she didn't quite mind it either.

Still, no matter how many times it happened she could never quite get used to it. Dragging her nails against Gordon's neck, she could hardly believe that she was actually the reason he was giggling like that, a sound so pure and happy she thought her heart might beat right out of her chest.

But that wouldn't be enough if she wanted to really get him laughing. Instead, she brought down both her hands to pinch at his sides, delighting in his surprised squeak and the way he wiggled back and forth, instinctive trying to escape her touch but loving every moment of it.

He was so cute like this, and Grey would do it anytime, as much as he needed, to see that bright smile on his face, and she thought that she actually might just like this as much as he did, and she wanted to tell him all this but found her mouth as unresponsive as usual, the words wilting in her throat.

"Having fun?" Gauche spoke up, surprising Grey so much she almost stopped, but she kept going, not ready to stop hearing her partner's lovely, angelic laugh quite yet.

Gordon only nodded against her shoulder, unable to even attempt signing anything with his hands sandwiched between his and Grey's body.

Watching Gauche from the corner of her eye, she saw how his eyes skimmed over them, the edge of lip slightly quirked up as he shifted a little closer. "If you really want to get him, you should tickle his back."

There was a low whine from Gordon, the noise he made every time someone used that word he apparently couldn't stand. Grey was kind enough not to tease him about it, but she wasn't kind enough to not take Gauche's advice, her nails scribbling against the back of his ribs through the thin cloth of his skirt.

His laughter was louder than anything he'd ever said, low and raspy and absolutely breathtaking. Grey just couldn't resist leaning down to kiss him, pecking at his lower jaw. Then his ear, remembering how it'd made him squeal last time and laughing when he did it again.

Suddenly, his laughter shot up another octave, and Grey realized it was because Gauche had taken hold if one of his feet, looking bored as he aimlessly traced shapes against the soles. But she knew her partner and could see the hidden satisfaction in his eyes, knowing he was enjoying the domestic site as much as them.

After a few more moments, Grey and Gauche shared a glance and wordlessly agreed he'd probably had enough. Even after they stopped tickling him, he continued giggling, a bright smile still plastered on his face.

Grey returned to running her fingers through his hair, lightly kissing his temple, and Gauche ran a hand along his back, rubbing it soothingly but firm enough that it wouldn't still tickle him.

"Feel any better?" Gauche asked after he'd regained control over his laughter.

Gordon only lazily nodded, leaning further into Grey with a yawn. All the events of the day must've tired him out.

"Your drinks got cold. I'll get you new ones," he stood up, beginning to trudge towards the kitchen, but Grey's had reached out before he could, latching onto his wrist.

"Stay," she said, apparently more brave than she thought.

Or stupid, she realized, when Gauche stared at her for a long moment, his one visible eye squinting at her with indiscernible emotions. But right before she was about to start blubbering out apologies, he just shrugged, gesturing for them to make room and sat back down.

Gordon sat in the middle, leaning against Gauche's shoulder this time as Grey leaned against his, held firmly in place by Gauche's arm that stretched along the back of the couch, wrapping around her shoulder. Once again, she was struck by the notion of how lucky she was, not only to be with Gordon, but both of them.

"I love you two," she breathed, continuing her brave streak.

Gordon kissed her cheek as Gauche repeated the sentiment, and she could only wish that every day she spent with them was just as filled with love.

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