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gregorovitch-adler · 8 months

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Sock

"John this is ridiculous."

"I know! But it's fun, so let's go for it."

"Aren't we supposed to put the notes in some Christmas stockings?"

"Forgot to buy them," said John, closing his eyes momentarily. "Let's just use a pair of socks instead. They're perfectly clean."

"D'you think Father Christmas is real?" asked Sherlock, picking up a fresh, lone sock from the coffee table. "You think he'd fulfill my wish if I just wrote it on a paper and placed it in this stupid sock?"

"I don't! I realised long ago during my childhood that he isn't real. But Harry and I used to do it anyway. It just became a habitual thing," said John as he tore off a piece of paper from a small notebook and scribbled something on it. He folded that paper and placed it in the other sock - which was of the same pair as Sherlock's.

He looked up at Sherlock with expectation, who was just sitting there on his armchair, looking at the floor with his lips pressed together.

"Go on," said John and passed another piece of paper and a pen to Sherlock across the coffee table.

"If you know your wish isn't going to come true, this whole thing is a waste of time," Sherlock said and picked up the pen paper to write something anyway.

"It's not! Think of it as a type of manifestation." John stretched his legs and yawned.

They didn't have elaborate Christmas celebrations in 221 B, but John was still happy about tomorrow. Any special occasion spent at home - with Sherlock - was a day well spent.

"I don't believe in all that. Whatever's going to happen will happen. No matter how much you manifest."

John shook his head and sighed. "All right. Suit yourself then. I'm off to bed."

John got up from his armchair with the sock in his hand. He walked across the room to the fireplace and hung the sock over it.

His note inside it was short and simple: My Current Life.

He knew it was not a wish, technically, but he did not want any external factors to take Sherlock and his life at 221 B away from him. Again.

He'd had a deep and long talk with Sherlock about the staged suicide, and why Sherlock had to do it. John had finally started to see that incident from Sherlock's perspective too, and he really wished to keep his current life forever.

Besides, John knew that his feelings for Sherlock were unrequited, and things between them were going to be that way. It was not as though he could ask for Sherlock as his partner. He would rather keep his manifestations realistic.

With these thoughts, John went to the staircase leading to his room and started to climb up.

He entered his bedroom, closed the door behind him, and hopped onto the bed immediately. It didn't take him long to doze off.

John's eyes fluttered open in the middle of the night. He was thirsty. He got up and dropped his feet on the floor. After stretching his limbs, he got off the bed and stepped out of the bedroom to go downstairs.

John stopped in the middle of the staircase to take in the whole sitting room. They had decorated the Christmas tree a day before, and despite Sherlock's complaining now and then, it had been a pleasant time.

John noticed a pair of socks hanging above the fireplace - not just his own. He smiled. Sherlock had participated in something just because John had asked him to.

John went to the kitchen to grab a glass from one of the cabinets. He took it to the sink and opened the tap to fill it.

As he began to drink, leaning against the counter, John stared at the socks in the sitting room again.

He and Sherlock were not too dissimilar from a pair of socks, were they? Each completed the other; both were useless on their own.

He did not know about Sherlock, but John knew he was pretty much useless without him.

John closed his eyes and shook his head to get these thoughts out of his head again. He sighed. If only Sherlock felt the same.

Finishing the glass of water, he put it in the sink and wondered: What had Sherlock written in the note inside his sock?

John went to the sitting room and walked to the fireplace to reach for the other sock. He knew he shouldn't be looking into someone else's note - it was prying, and it defeated the purpose - but for some reason, he could not stop himself from doing it that night.

After all, what was it that Sherlock wanted in his life so much that he ended up hanging the sock with the note - when he didn't even believe in things like that? John felt like he needed to know.

John ran his fingers over the fabric of that sock, feeling the piece of paper from the outside.

John looked over his shoulder before finally taking out the paper. He swallowed as his heart began to race. He opened the paper carefully with his fingers, and his jaw dropped when he saw what the note said.

John.

Was he dreaming? Had Sherlock written that to mess with John? But no... he wouldn't have expected John to read the note. No, it was real!

Sherlock had wished for John this Christmas. It sounded unrealistic, so John turned around the note this way and that to see if there was more to it.

Nothing. Sherlock had actually wanted John, and that was it. Nothing else.

John couldn't control the huge grin forming on his face. But that grin quickly turned into a rueful smile. If only he had known about it sooner. Then again, John had not done a great job communicating about his feelings to Sherlock either.

Anyway, as he folded the paper to place it back in the sock, John made a decision.

The moment he faced Sherlock again in the morning, he was going to discuss this with him finally. No more misunderstandings. John was going to put an end to this pining tomorrow.

But tonight, he was going to sleep fine - cherishing the memory of Sherlock's note in that sock.

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navnae · 1 year

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Eddie is so bad at wrapping gifts that when the group gets together to exchange them, Steve’s gift has a very interesting shape and it looks somewhat inappropriate. The kids look at the strange gift with confusion while Nancy, Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle contemplate if they should cover the kids eyes or not. Steve is a blushing mess because he hopes Eddie isn’t that careless when it comes to reading the room. Once Eddie realizes why everyone is freaking out it’s his turn to blush.

“I s-swear it’s not what it looks like!” Eddie blurts out. He panics even more just by looking at the gift.

“Please explain what it is because I really don’t want to be apart of whatever you two have going on.” Robin said with disgust as she looked at Steve and Eddie.

“I think you guys should probably go into another room.” Argyle whispered to the kids who was still confused by the entire situation.

“This is so embarrassing.” Steve mumbled. He couldn’t even look at anyone without his face turning red.

“Eddie just tell us what it is and why does it look like… that.” Nancy said as she pointed her finger at the oddly shaped gift.

“Yes, please explain.” Jonathan crossed his arms while he waited for a response just like everyone else.

“It’s a microphone! I’m shit at wrapping gifts that’s why it looks weird.” Eddie tried to explain himself the best way he could. Everyone was relieved to hear Eddie clear the air or they would’ve had a long conversation with the kids about how today never happened.

Steve doesn’t feel embarrassed anymore knowing that Eddie wasn’t that bold to do that in front of everyone. Until later that night Eddie pulls Steve to the side to inform him the gift was in fact not a microphone.

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hammity-hammer · 1 year

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merry christmas/happy yule to those who celebrate !!

i've been thinking about steddie and their christmas and what it would be like, and i think that eddie would fucking LOVE christmas. like, always gets super fucking excited at getting to put the tree up

and uncle wayne got him an ornament every year from the time he got him until the time wayne passed, and they always had something to do with his interests. eddie kept every single one that wayne got him, including the ones that wayne eventually would get for steve when they got together.

eddie loves having little get togethers and making christmas cookies and decorating them, and always makes steve some goofily decorated cookies with "E + S" or "Steve Munson <3" written horribly on them

he loves hand picking/making little gifts for everyone in the party, and having everyone over for their christmas celebration, even when they're all old and grey and have little children of their own.

he and steve get to make their own traditions eventually, and i think that steve would make them have their wedding close to christmas/in the same season so that they could celebrate eddie's favorite time of year together

and steve doesn't care much for christmas, as he didnt have a lot of family to spend it with as a kid, but seeing how happy it makes eddie makes him love it just that much more <3

#steddie #merry christmas!#happy yule!#im giving these happy hcs because tomorrow i will be posting my sad ficlet !#(also later today my prompt for lex's winter fic challenge will be post #i'm just a slacker and also busy)

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stardust948 · 1 year

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Happy Sunday 💛 Prompt Zutara first Christmas together?

The Perfect Gift

This was it.

Their first Christmas together as an official couple. Katara had to make it special to celebrate the major milestone. Gone were the days of gifting Zuko homemade matching sweaters for him and his cat. No. This year’s gift was going to blow his socks off.

Katara scratched out the latest suggestion in her bullet journal. Anyone would think of a signed cover from his favorite band. C’mon be original! Katara sighed for the hundredth time as she rubbed the center stone on her necklace. What could she possibly get Zuko that would mean something? She was seriously considering writing a letter to Santa Claus when her doorbell rang. Katara opened it and beamed at the sight of Zuko wearing a Santa hat and carrying a tree.

“Are you supposed to come down the chimney?” she teased while letting him in.

“Does this mean I don’t get any cookies?”

“Nope. I’m gonna eat them all myself.”

“Then you’re going on the naughty list for not sharing.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

The two laughed before sharing a kiss.

“Is that a real Christmas tree?” Katara asked excitedly.

“Yep. Uncle ordered too many for the tea shop so he said we can have this one.”

“Did you tell him about my tree?” Katara accused playfully while crossing his arms.

“Tara that’s not a Christmas tree. It’s a car air freshener dangling from a string.”

“The nurse student’s special.”

She laughed while Zuko rolled his eyes affectionally. Katara got the rest of her decorations as Zuko set up the tree. She caught a glimpse of Zuko unwrapping prized knife with the pearl handle. It was quite beautiful. Such a shame Zuko didn’t have an equally regal case to keep it in. Katara’s eyes lit up.

That’s what she’ll get him.

~*~

After decorating the new Christmas tree and making cookies, Zuko returned to his apartment promising to take her to dinner for the holiday in a few days. Katara stayed up late searching online for the right case. She finally found on, but it was incredibly expensive. There was no way she could afford this! Not unless she sold something of great value.

Katara rubbed her necklace. A thought crossed her mind. Her necklace…

As a whole, it wasn’t worth much except for the cerulean blue stone with traditional Water Tribe designs carved onto it. Katara brought it a long time ago after doing research on her heritage. Since then, the value shot through the roof. Katara swallowed thickly. Despite the plain faded chain, she loved this necklace and wore it daily. Katara glanced at her sewing kit. It wasn’t too late to throw together a scarf.

No. Zuko was her boyfriend against all odds from hard circumstances and interfering abusive exes. They were finally together. Finally happy. Katara wanted to show him how much he meant to her. She wanted to make this the best Christmas ever.

And she was going to, no matter what.

~*~

The week flew by. Before Katara knew it, Christmas Eve had arrived. As promised, Zuko took her to her favorite local seafood restaurant. The waitress greeted them warmly and showed them to their usual table.

Katara glanced up at Zuko and noticed him giving her a soft shy smile that made her stomach flutter. She had to give it to him now.

“I got you something.” They both said at the same time before dissolving into childish giggles.

Katara sat the present on the table. “I couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

“Me either. I think you’ll really like it.” Zuko glanced at her, brows furrowing slightly. “Where’s your necklace?”

Katara touched her bare neck. “Uh… open your gift first.” She pushed the box towards him. “You might need your knife to cut the tape.”

“Oh uh… I don’t want to ruin the wrapping paper.” Zuko handed her his gift. “Together?”

Katara nodded.

They counted down to three before opening the gifts. Katara gasped.

“A silver chain for my necklace…”

“An ivory case for my knife…”

A silent heartfelt understanding passed between them as they realized what the other sacrificed.

“It’s perfect.”

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Thanks for the ask anon! It really got me into the Christmas spirit 😊

I hope you have a great holiday!

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bobparkhurst · 1 year

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festive ficlets: dec 5

Prompts from @almost-a-class-act

Pairing: Joe Liebgott x David Webster

Prompt: Cuddling in front of the fire on a cold night.

It’s barely past 9pm and Joe’s already snoring. Laying as he is, stretched out on the rug, just the right side of too close to the fire, and being firmly sat on by a scraggly looking tabby cat with a torn ear and a missing leg, it’s hard to fault him for it. Thunder rolls outside the window, but David pulled the heavy curtains closed two hours ago, and its rumble barely matches the one emanating from the figure on the floor.

It has been a long day, a long week, month, maybe even year for both of them. David’s rooms are small, cramped, and just about affordable on an income that is far from certain. When it had just been David, his typewriter and the cat that hates him, the space had only just been big enough. Since Joe showed up three months ago, a large, patched bag of all of his possessions slung over his shoulder, cosy has turned into claustrophobic, and intimate into barely livable. There are clothes tucked under his desk, a bike jammed haphazardly into the hall and stacks of boxes of indeterminate metal parts by the door; more than one bruise on David’s hips can be directly attributed to finding a new corner to collide with as he’s tried to navigate the clutter. Even so, though his neighbours might think he knows no word that isn’t a vehement, pain-filled curse, he’s pretty sure that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The cat cracks one large yellow eye as David comes to settle by the two of them on the floor. Its large front paws are carefully kneading through Joe’s sweater - David’s, sweater, he notices - not quite heavy enough to wake the man. The beast’s allegiance had been made perfectly clear on that first day, when it had promptly crawled up Joe’s left leg and twined its way around his shoulders. It stares. David stares back.

“Come on,” he whispers, slightly embarrassed by the pleading tone that has crept into his tone too often in conversation with this creature. “I live here too.”

The cat blinks at him and makes a small, dismissive hmrwow, still kneading on Joe’s chest. In his sleep, Joe mumbles something, and raises a still skinny finger to scratch behind its less tattered ear. Matching contented noises rise from both of them and David wishes he had some way to record this moment. The angles of Joe’s face, the tension in his shoulders, they lift, soften when he’s sleeping, and now, here, in these tiny rooms, he seems relaxed, as relaxed as any time David has seen him. He reaches his own hand out, curves one finger through the curl of hair over his ear, and wonders if this is what Joe was like before, or whether he had always been spring-coiled and sharp. Perhaps one day Joe will talk about his family. Perhaps later than that, he might introduce David to them. Maybe then he will be able to ask.

“Whatcha doin’, Dave?” Joe’s eyes don’t open as he mumbles. “S’tickling.”

“Sorry,” David replies. A small smile plays on Joe’s lips.

“No, it’s nice.”

To the cat’s dismay, he stretches and sits up on his elbows, holding her with one hand so that she doesn’t roll completely off him. He yawns.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” David tells him. Joe shakes his head.

“Ah, I was barely sleeping anyway.” A choice is made swiftly and quietly to not mention the snoring. “What time is it?”

“Early,” David tells him. “I was going to read for a bit.”

Joe sits up a little more fully than that, letting the cat tumble down gently into his lap. His limbs shift and shuffle, until he’s pressed full into David’s side. Beside them both, the fire crackles; without rising from his position, Joe tosses another piece of wood onto it. He shrugs at David’s raised eyebrow.

“What are we reading?” he asks, as the log catches, flares and settles into a continuing, pleasing flicker. Outside, the thunder sounds again, and it feels like a million miles away. The cat is now busying itself tapping at a fading piece of of rug, where loose threads give way to the mottled floorboards below. Joe strokes her head again as he looks up at David, low-lidded with sleep and affection.

“You might like this one,” David says, “I haven’t read it since I was a kid.” He flips a few pages, holds an illustration open for Joe to see.

“Is that a dinosaur?”

“It’s called The Lost World. I haven’t read it since I was a kid.” He rifles a few more pages, finds another illustration, then another, and another, until Joe puts his hand out to stop him. “Found it on my way home. Somebody had thrown it out, can you believe that?”

“Their loss,” Joe murmurs. He wriggles slightly, snuggling close in, his cheek resting against David’s shoulder. “You got enough light if you stay there?”

David nods.

“So begin already,” Joe says.

#band of brothers #joe liebgott #david webster #webgott #fluffy seasonal prompts #i love them your honour #another fic in the grand tradition of derry-rain giving everyone and their mother a cat #bob: festive ficlets #hbo war barely coherent christmas chaos

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mondscheinprinzessin · 1 year

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*screams into the void* I’m not even finished with chapter 2 yet😭

#it's a bit less than 22 pages because some of it is jus bullet points and empty space for me to organize #not so sure if I can finish it this year #actually probably not #because I still have to write a christmas ficlet for a present #and I wanted to start with one idiots in love prompt that has been burning a hole into my brain #and I can't let myself hide in writing during the christmas break because I have to catch up with studying😒

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keepingloveagainkw · 1 year

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Hello fellow Kyuwook shippers~

Since it’s the Christmas season, I was thinking of scribbling a small something matching the festive period. I’m also working on my ongoing fanfic at the moment, therefore I won’t have enough time for a properly articulated work, however I was considering to open a sort of suggestions/prompts dump for drabbles or one shots regardless.

So drop me a message, if you’d like to reach out and leave some scenarios or prompts and I will try my best to scribble and post as many, like an advent calendar lol

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jessicanjpa · 5 months

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🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲

(This is regarding the Twilight Advent Calendar 2023 event coming up in December.)

No asks are involved! These prompts are out there for us all to answer each day December 1–25 on our own blogs. You can participate on as many or few days as you like :)

Side note: You may want to use the "schedule" feature if you know you'll be busy on the week of Christmas, Hannukah, etc.

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲

#Twilightadvent23 #Prompts #Inbox #You can check out the twilightadvent22 tag to look at last year's posts #Participation naturally thinned on the last week as so many of us got busy with Christmas stuff so I highly recommend scheduling those days #I personally like to schedule most of my posts so I can focus on writing a ficlet for one or two of the days

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lisbeth-kk · 4 months

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December moments

Prompts used in this chapter: post-holiday blues - "Thank God that's over"

John always gets post-holiday blues after Boxing Day, but an unexpected visit, brightens his mood. The jury’s still out regarding Sherlock’s reaction to said visit

December 27

He wakes up alone, and his stomach clenches. It’s the same every year. Once Boxing Day is over, John’s post-holiday blues arrive. He’d thought it would be different this year, when his dream had come true, having Sherlock’s love, sharing his bed every night, but apparently not. Perhaps it wouldn’t have felt this awful if Sherlock still was sleeping beside him, but he isn’t. John buries his face in his pillow and tries to take deep breaths to keep the tears at bay, but he doesn’t succeed.

Last night had been the most passionate, tender and fucking amazing night of his life. A begging Sherlock on his knees while John was rimming him until he gave in and entered Sherlock’s body deliciously slow and was rewarded with the most exquisite sounds from his lover, which almost tipped John over the edge before they’d begun.

And now he lies alone in bed close to sobbing because of…what exactly? He’s engaged to the love of his life, he’s got the next days off work, and he and Sherlock are going on a trip to fulfill Sherlock’s secret wish in January.

John’s been so lost in his own misery that he hasn’t heard footsteps approaching the bed, and startles when the mattress dips and a warm hand is placed on his shoulder.

“John. What is it?” Sherlock asks.

The worry in his voice is evident and John turns on to his back facing him. Sherlock’s thumb wipes away a tear and frowns.

“Only the usual mood, which I thought would leave me alone this year, truth be told. There’s no need for me to feel like this when I have you in my life. Do you have a kiss for me?”

Sherlock’s features soften and he doesn’t waste any time responding.

***

The text from Greg after breakfast, puzzles John

Is it okay if I come over around 1 pm? No case, just a social call.

Sherlock just shrugs when John asks if he has any objections to Greg’s unprecedented inquiry. Luckily, they have some of Mrs. Hudson’s delicious biscottis left, and the special hazelnut-scented coffee they received from Sherlock’s parents will be a nice addition.

John has changed into the midnight-blue shirt Sherlock gifted him, and the detective himself, is impeccably dressed in dark blue suit trousers and a crisp white shirt with straining buttons. A jolt of desire runs down John’s spine by the very sight and he wants nothing more than to walk over to Sherlock and snog him senseless, but steps on the stairs stop him.

“When did you give Greg a key?” John asks Sherlock.

“I didn’t,” Sherlock answers with narrowed eyes before he collapses into his chair, muttering his brother’s name.

And seconds later Greg and said brother stand in the doorway. Greg seems a bit nervous, and when John realises what’s going on, Sherlock has glared, huffed and scoffed for several seconds.

“You can close your mouth now, if you don’t have anything to communicate, Doctor Watson,” Mycroft says haughtily.

“Mycroft,” Greg hisses

The resemblance to how John scolds Sherlock when he behaves inappropriately is uncanny. John can’t hold back anymore, and when he meets Sherlock’s eyes, John’s done for. He laughs whole-heartedly and Sherlock joins him with his dark rumble. It takes a while before they remember their visitors, who have taken matters into their own hands and serve the coffee and biscuits with slightly blushing faces.

***

“Thank God that’s over,” Sherlock states when Mycroft and Greg have left.

“It wasn’t that bad,” John protests. “Did you know they were an item?”

“Not per se, but I observed that Mycroft greeted Lestrade with his first name at our Christmas party, and that struck me as a bit strange considering that he rarely uses your given name,” Sherlock says.

“Right. Well, I never saw that coming, but I guess it’s no weirder than the two of us being romantically involved,” John muses.

“John! Don’t you dare compare what we have with what my brother and Graham are up to,” Sherlock blurts out and makes a total mess of his hair in his agitation.

John straddles Sherlock’s thighs with a gleeful expression and gives in to the temptation from earlier, which effectively puts a stop to Sherlock’s reflections regarding his brother’s love life.

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regulusrules · 1 month

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Guide for: What Tags to Add to Your Fic

Do you guys have the same problem of how when you're about to post a fic and reach to the tags section you're like .. what r werds 🫠

It's also why some works don't get any visibility even though we're blessed by god almighty for no algorithm in ao3

And I kid you not, I found some of the best goddamn fics out there by sheer coincidence because they weren't tagged right and they remain overlooked because of this fact

So here's a small classified guide for you!

This post is solely based on observation, the ao3 tag search, and my own personal system for tagging! I am not, by any means or sorts, an ao3 fandom moderator, but someone who's read nearly 30 thousand of the fics out there and struggles to read the rest

General tags for any fic

For fic forms: Art - Fanart - Digital Art - Drabble - Short - Complete - One shot - 5+1 Things - Poetry - Podfic - Songfic - Text Fic - Prompt Fic - Case Fic - Ficlet - RPF

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For relationships: Slow burn - Romance - First Kiss - No/Mild/Explicit Sexual Content - Specific kinks (eg: Praise Kink) - Smut - No Smut - Feels - Getting Together - First Time - Pre-Relationship - Developing Relationship - Established Relationship - Mutual Pining - Pining - Friends to Lovers - Enemies to Lovers - Friends With Benefits - Love Confessions - Unrequited Love - True Love - Forbidden Love - Falling in Love

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For tropes: Christmas - Sharing a bed - Weddings - Jealousy - Misunderstandings - Secret Relationship - First Meetings - Scars - Aftercare - Arranged Marriage - Kidnapping - Blood - Blood and Injury - Injury - Magic - Panic Attacks - Amnesia - Bathing/Washing - Soul-Identifying Marks - Touch-Starved

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gregorovitch-adler · 8 months

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[Sequel to Sock, because a lot of you asked. :)]

After taking a shower and changing into a fresh pair of clothes, John went to the kitchen and began to cook breakfast for both of them.

It was Christmas. Sherlock had woken up before him, as usual, and he was out for a walk now.

John was making a fry-up today. Sherlock liked it. They usually didn't make anything other than some toasts, but John wanted to do something special that day. Christmas was not the only reason for that.

The main reason was last night.

John smiled to himself as took out some beans from the fridge.

He had barely slept for the rest of the night after having read Sherlock's note in that sock. He had kept tossing and turning the whole time, thinking about how he would possibly navigate through this situation.

Sherlock had wished for John that Christmas. The thought was overwhelming. Unbelievable. The socks were still hanging above the fireplace.

John was grinning now, as he kept a pot of tea on the stove. Earl Grey. He just had to bring it up somehow, over breakfast. But he also did not want to scare Sherlock away.

John pursed his lips as he contemplated all the possibilities of their upcoming, completely unavoidable conversation.

John heard Sherlock's footsteps on the stairs. He quickly grabbed two mugs and poured some tea in both of them.

"Oh, you're making breakfast. Should I help?" asked Sherlock.

"No, it's fine. I'm almost done."

John turned around to take in the sight of this man again. The man he had fallen for. And somehow, the same man who had fallen for him.

Sherlock was taking off his coat, and John figured he should help him do that. Yes. That was how he was going to make his way to The Talk. Small, casual touches here and there. Nothing too much.

John took long strides to approach Sherlock and began to help him with his coat. Sherlock raised his eyebrows but remained silent and stood still as John helped him out of that garment.

John went to the kitchen again to get the whole breakfast arranged properly.

"Let me help," Sherlock said.

"Grab the plates then. I'll join you."

Sherlock arranged the kitchen table by placing a pair of plates and glasses. A few minutes later, John brought the dish and served everything on both the plates. He set the container aside and they both sat down on the table.

John had made a point to sit beside Sherlock today, instead of across from him like he usually did. They began to eat in silence.

"Mm. This is delicious," said Sherlock.

John took a deep breath and decided to cut to the chase. "I see, you ended up hanging your sock last night," he said, feigning non-chalance.

Sherlock began to cough in the middle of eating. John reached for Sherlock's back and ran his hand along it to try to soothe him.

Sherlock poured some water for himself and drank some of it. He cleared his throat. "So, you noticed."

" ’Course I did. I'm not even that ignorant." John smirked.

"Never said you were. It's just that... I didn't see any harm doing something with you. Even if it's stupid."

John smiled into his tea.

"Everyone knows that their wishes aren't really going to come true."

John placed his mug back on the table and furrowed his brows as he turned to look at Sherlock. "Sometimes, they just might," he said and gazed at Sherlock in the eye.

They had locked eyes with each other for a few seconds.

"Don't be an idiot," he said and broke the eye contact before turning to stare at his plate. "That's just false hope you're talking about. The whole world relies on that. Nobody stops to just think."

John hadn't taken his eyes off Sherlock. "I love you."

Sherlock looked up at John again with his mouth parted. The intensity in his eyes took John's breath away.

"I've been meaning to say this for a long time. Even before you went away after your staged suicide." John placed his hand on Sherlock's forearm, who was stunned.

"I've felt this way about you since the start. I just... couldn't find a way to say it. So, I'm saying it again, now: I'm in love with you."

Sherlock blinked rapidly and swallowed. "Are you really?"

John nodded. He had stopped eating.

Sherlock dropped his silverware on the plate and pulled John close to wrap his arms around John's waist.

John sighed in relief as he wrapped his arms around Sherlock's back. He pressed Sherlock close against his chest. Sherlock had buried his face in John's neck.

"I love you too. And that's exactly what I'd wished for in my note."

John felt Sherlock smile against his neck.

"I... I knew about it, actually," said John and cleared his throat. "I'd looked into your note last night," he continued sheepishly. "I know I shouldn't have, but I did it anyway. Curiosity got the better of me, I think."

"So, that's why it took you so long to go back to your room after midnight." Sherlock chuckled.

John was running his hand over Sherlock's back again. "You saw me?"

"I didn't sleep much. So, I figured you might be thirsty, which is why you went to the kitchen. But going back upstairs took you long enough." Sherlock's voice made a lot of vibrations against John's chest, making him shiver.

"Yeah, I guess it did. I'm sorry."

Sherlock pulled away a bit and held John's face in his hands delicately. "Don't be. This conversation wouldn't have happened if you hadn't looked into the note."

Without another word, John pressed his lips against Sherlock's.

Sherlock sighed and placed his hand on John's nape, as they opened their mouths to deepen the kiss.

They kept kissing each other for quite some time, unable to let go, unable to believe this was really happening.

John was being rather desperate with his kisses.

They pulled away after a bit, but continued to hold each other in their arms.

Sherlock touched his forehead with John's. "Merry Christmas, John."

"Merry Christmas, Sherlock," John breathed with his eyes closed.

"I may start to believe that Santa is real."

John laughed and pulled Sherlock close to kiss him again.

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Sherlock September Challenge by @onesmallfamily

Prompt: Table.

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hi, I’m LexiRoseWrites

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Steddie:

☆ Amnesia ☆ Card Games ☆ Dinner Reservations ☆ Handcuffs ☆ Lingerie ☆ Not Dating ☆ Serial Killer Soulmates: part 1 | part 2 ☆ Steve Accidentally Summons a Demon: part 1 | part 2 ☆ Steve Isn’t Coping ☆ Transfem Stevie ☆

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☆ 24-Hour Diner: part 1 | part 2 ☆ Alpha-for-Hire Eddie ☆ Autistic Omega Steve ☆ Baby Mine ☆ Birthday Massage ☆ Bitchy Omega Steve / Lovesick Alpha Eddie: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ☆ Camboy Steve ☆ Everyone is a Beta ☆ Expectations ☆ Fake Dating Fertility Clinic ☆ Fate Binds Us ☆ Hairdresser Steve/Rockstar Eddie ☆ Health Class ☆ Hellfire Cult ☆ I didn’t know we were dating: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ☆ Infertility ☆ Kas Eddie ☆ Losing Control ☆ Nestless Omega Steve ☆ Older Steve/Younger Eddie ☆ Oral Coach Steve ☆ Pathetic Omega Steve ☆ Platonic Stobin ☆ Popstar Steve/Director Eddie ☆ Scent Blockers ☆ Speak Now ☆ Steve Gets A Puppy ☆ Such A Good Boy ☆ The Bachelor ☆ The Best Present ☆ The Reunion ☆ Time Loop ☆ Unknowingly Claimed ☆ Wealthy Steve/Busker Eddie ☆

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☆ Alpha/Omega Voices ☆ Basic Guide to Omegaverse Terms ☆ Bite Lore ☆ Rejection Sickness ☆ Scruffing ☆

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All of my fics are steddie unless otherwise stated, mostly explicit and omegaverse, but check actual tags before reading anything please!

☆ Current WIPs ☆

A Million Dreams: A/B/O, circus AU, 2/4 chapters, 10k

Scatter The Ashes: A/B/O, mafia AU, sequel to Watch It All Burn, 4/16 chapters, 18k

Waking Up In Vegas: A/B/O, accidental mating, rockstar Eddie, 5/15 chapters, 33k

☆ Unfinished (Series) ☆

Going For The Gold: A/B/O, ice skater Steve/hockey player Eddie, 18k

Jailbirds Can’t Fly: A/B/O, dead dove, prison AU, bitching, 12k

Keep It On Campus: A/B/O, college AU, 22k

Lucky Number 666: A/B/O, mafia AU, single parent Steve, 3k

My Heart’s Been Borrowed and Yours Has Been Blue: A/B/O, divorced kindergarten teacher Steve/tattoo artist Eddie, 25k

The Bunny and The Wolf: A/B/O, mafia AU, 154k

☆ Complete ☆

A Prince and His Pauper: A/B/O, medieval/royalty AU, stuttering Steve, 100k

All I Want For Christmas Is You: A/B/O, Christmas fic, 6k

And The Sun Will Rise: A/B/O, zombie apocalypse AU, 41k

Bandaids (And Other Home Remedies): A/B/O, pediatric nurse Steve/single dad Eddie, 87k

Bleeding Heart: A/B/O, vampire Eddie/human Steve, 21k

Business Before Pleasure: A/B/O, Buckingham, Office AU, 16k

Exigency Contact: A/B/O, threesome, Steddie/Stargyle/Steddigyle, rockstar Eddie, 10k

Five Years: amnesia, 1k

Fragile (Handle With Care): A/B/O, soulmates, rockstar Eddie, 117k

He’s So Mean: A/B/O, high school AU, 3k

Let Me Be Your (Teddy Bear): A/B/O, bitching, 11k

Mad World: trans male Eddie, childhood friends, 3k

More of You to Love: A/B/O, chubby Steve, 4k

Never Be Alone Again: A/B/O, dead dove, stalker Eddie, 3k

Oblivious: t4t, mutual pining, 3k

On A Different Page: A/B/O, didn’t know they were dating, 7k

Online, Offline (Out of My Mind): A/B/O, soulmates, online dating, actor Steve/mechanic Eddie, 41k

Screaming Your Name In The Dark: A/B/O, dead dove, Kas Eddie, alternating past/present timelines, 27k

Tell Me About It, Stud: A/B/O, studding, 7k

The Rings Stay On: cis female Steve, 4k

The Start of Something Perfect: A/B/O, soulmates, 2k

The Stutter and The Freak: stuttering Steve, 14k

Touch Me: A/B/O, omega/omega, therapist Eddie/touch-repulsed Steve, 12k

Unholy Matrimony: demon Eddie/human Steve, 5k

Unsafe Bet: A/B/O, high school AU, dating as a prank, 65k

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sidekick-hero · 4 months

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I didn’t know that it could be easy

When the wonderful @sentient-trash sent me this beautiful steddie art I knew I needed to write something for it. So why not fix the heartbreak I caused with this ficlet here? Thank you again, Simon, I love your art so much 💜💜

"It has to be perfect, Wayne. Do you hear me? Perfect."

Eddie knows he's overthinking this, obsessing over things that probably won't matter in the end, like the color of the tablecloth or whether the scented candles smell like cinnamon or vanilla. It's just...this is Steve and he needs this to be perfect because Steve deserves nothing less. Eddie almost screwed up this thing between them once, and he's been terrified of doing it again ever since.

It's a miracle and a half that they've made it this far. Their third Christmas as a couple, living together in their cozy apartment with their cat Garfield and their dog Bowie. That they made it to the point where Eddie has a ring hidden between his Dnd dice set, waiting to be placed on Steve's hand if he wants it.

God, what if he doesn't want it?

Because four years ago, Eddie had foolishly pined for Steve. Worst of all, he’d done so after pushing the other man away himself after a drunken night together early in their friendship slash roommateship. At the time, he'd thought his feelings had been one-sided, telling himself he'd done it so he wouldn't lose Steve completely. Eddie had never been the kind of guy you would choose to be with after a quick tumble in the sheets, so why would someone as sweet and funny and gorgeous as Steve?

As he discusses his plans for the evening with his uncle, so goddamn determined to make it the perfect Christmas for his boyfriend, he thinks back to their fight that had almost ended it all. Steve had been with someone else after Eddie had made it clear that their night together had been a drunken mistake and that he wanted them to be friends. Eddie had been dying inside, even as he tried to be happy for Steve. Things had come to a head when Eddie had come home and found Steve and his boyfriend Sam making out on the couch. He had reacted badly and Steve had followed Eddie to his room and confronted him about his behavior.

God, he can still see Steve's face, the tears forming in Steve's eyes as he told Eddie that he couldn't do it anymore, watching Eddie disappear before his eyes. Telling him that he fucking missed him. Steve's boyfriend had interrupted their fight before anything else could be said, and Eddie had left their apartment to wander aimlessly through the night.

"Don't forget the pecan pie, it's his favorite. And the banana ice cream. Yeah, I know I hate banana everything, but it's his guilty pleasure. I made some toffee and caramel beans to put in it and some chocolate topping and whipped cream to go with it, so - I don't know why you’re laughing at me, but I don't have time for this, he'll be back from walking Bowie any minute and I still have to put the presents under the tree. Just. Will you help me make this the best Christmas he'll ever remember? Please?"

He's an anxious mess, and he knows his uncle can tell, because instead of teasing him further, he just confirms in a warm and gruff voice that he will help Eddie make this the best Christmas for his boy. They end the call and Eddie rushes into their shared office and recreation room. It is actually Steve's old room from when they were roommates instead of boyfriends. Nowadays it's used as a guest room when one of their friends or his uncle sleeps over, and as a storage room for all the stuff they don't want lying around the apartment taking up space.

It's also where they keep the Christmas presents.

Eddie carefully carries them over to their Christmas tree and places them underneath it. All except one, which he puts in his pocket. Playing with the simple gold band in his pocket, Eddie couldn't help but think back to that night over three years ago.

He had snuck into their dark apartment, assuming that Steve was staying at Sam's to avoid Eddie. He had decided to tell Steve the truth about his feelings during his long walk, rehearsing what he would say, playing out a hundred different scenarios. Still, he hadn't been prepared to find Steve lying on Eddie's bed, apparently asleep while waiting for him, with Eddie's favorite hoodie clutched to his chest.

The sight had hit him hard, making his breath catch in his lungs and his heart stutter in his chest. He had just stood there for what seemed like hours, watching Steve's sleeping form on his bed. Steve had looked worried, even in his sleep, a slight crease between his eyebrows and the hand holding his sweater had been clenched into a tight fist. His whole body was hunched up as tight as it could be, his knees pressed against his chest as if protecting himself from the cold and empty room. That was what finally made Eddie move.

He went back into the living room and grabbed the afghan off the couch before making his way over to Steve. But as he placed the blanket over the sleeping form, Steve had stirred.

"Eddie?" He had mumbled, his voice slurred with sleep.

Unable to help himself, Eddie had knelt by his side and started to stroke his hair. "Yeah, it's me. Go back to sleep, Stevie. We'll talk in the morning, 'kay?"

But when he had tried to get up, he had been stopped by Steve's hand on his arm, his eyes searching Eddie's with surprising clarity. "Stay. Please."

Maybe it was the late hour or the emotional exhaustion. Maybe it was because Eddie had no fight left in him to deny himself or Steve what they both obviously wanted. Maybe it was just the way Steve had looked at him, the memory of the tears in those eyes still clear in Eddie's mind. Whatever it was, Eddie had just slipped out of his jeans before crawling onto the bed right behind Steve, pushing the sheets out from under them to pull them over their heads. With their bodies pressed together and Steve in his arms, they had both fallen asleep.

The next morning they'd woken up late, still tangled under Eddie's blanket. Everything had been warm and hazy, perfect really. When he felt Eddie stir behind him, Steve had rolled over in his arms and they had just looked at each other for a long moment before Eddie had broken the silence between them.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I don't even know where to begin to tell you how sorry I am."

Steve had just taken his hand, his thumb caressing the back of it in small circles, and it had given Eddie the courage to go on.

He told Steve all the things he had been too afraid to say before.

They had talked for a long time. Steve telling him how much he had wanted Eddie that night, drunk or sober, that he had liked him for a while and had hoped they would get together afterwards. But then Eddie had called it a mistake and asked Steve to be friends. So he'd tried, but he'd never gotten over Eddie. Sam had known that Steve was nursing a broken heart when they got together, and after seeing how Eddie had reacted to their relationship and how it had gutted Steve to see Eddie pull away, he had put two and two together. He wished Steve good luck, but said he couldn't wait for Steve to get over someone who clearly wanted him back.

"I fucked up bad, huh?" Eddie had asked with a pained smile, looking at their intertwined hands between them. He couldn't believe that Steve was still here, holding him close and lifting their joined hands to his lips to plant a soft kiss on the back of Eddie's.

"Kind of. But I think we can fix this."

"And how do you suggest we do that, oh wise one?" Eddie had asked, hope blossoming in his chest at the warmth of Steve's smile.

Pulling Eddie impossibly close, Steve whispered against his lips, "Would you just kiss me, you idiot?"

Eddie had never been happier to be called an idiot, as it led to them exchanging soft kisses that soon became more heated, tongues sliding against each other to take each other's moans right out of their mouths.

When they finally stumbled into their kitchen, it was late noon, but that didn't stop them from making breakfast together before spending the day lounging on their couch, exchanging kisses and soft whispers of how happy they were to finally be here.

That day, Eddie had vowed to work hard to never let something so precious slip through his fingers again.

Since then, they'd adopted a grumpy orange-and-white cat with one eye and a mutt, moved Steve's stuff into Eddie's room ("Because that's where we finally got our shit together, Eds"), and Wayne had all but adopted Steve into the Munson family. Robin, Steve's best friend, had taken a little longer to warm up to Eddie because she had a front row seat to Steve's heartbreak thanks to Eddie being an idiot. But she had come around, as had Steve's little brother Dustin, who was away at college, a fact Steve didn't take too well. So Eddie had invited Dustin and his mother, as well as Robin, without telling Steve, hoping it would be the perfect surprise for him.

As if his thoughts had summoned them, the doorbell rang, alerting Eddie to the arrival of his guests. Opening the door with a flourish, he found Dustin and his mother standing there, along with two large suitcases.

"The Hendersons! Welcome to our humble abode, please come in." Eddie greets them cheerfully before leading them into the warm and cozy apartment.

He gets them settled in their guest room and is about to make them both some hot cocoa when the doorbell rings again, this time revealing Robin and his uncle, who happen to have arrived at the same time. They also gather in the kitchen, with Wayne taking over the cocoa duties. They all shove more presents into his arms, which he dutifully places under the tree as well. And in a wider circle around it, because holy shit, that's a lot of presents.

The only thing missing is Steve, who takes their dog for long walks whenever he has the time and hasn't been back yet.

Wayne is in the middle of telling a rather embarrassing story from Eddie's childhood, which the man himself tries to stop, but to no avail, when he is saved by the sound of a key turning in the lock of their front door. Eddie mimes for everyone to be quiet as he makes his way to the door as quickly as possible.

"Stevie, light of my life, you're back!" Eddie calls out in excitement as soon as the door opens to reveal his boyfriend and their dog.

Steve, on his knees letting Bowie off the leash, looks up at Eddie with suspicion. "What have you done now?"

"I'm wounded, Steven. Wounded! Why do you accuse me of some unknown crime before you even give me a kiss?"

Steve grabs Eddie by the collar of his Christmas sweater and pulls him in for a kiss, smiling so hard it can hardly be called that. "Because you get extra loud and dramatic when you're trying to hide something. So what have you been doing?"

"A special Christmas surprise, honey." Mrs. Henderson speaks up, making Steve whip his head around to face her.

"Claudia?" And then his eyes land on the other guests gathered in their kitchen. "Dustin? Robin? What...why? How? I thought you had to spend Christmas with your parents, Robs?"

"That was all Eddie. He arranged for all of us to come here and spend the evening with you. I have to leave later to drive over to my parents, but not for another four hours or so."

After hearing Robin's words, Steve slowly turns back to Eddie, and this time the tears in his eyes are from happiness, not heartbreak.

"Eddie," is all he says before he slams into him, his arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and his face nestled in his favorite spot just above Eddie's collarbone. "I love you." Steve whispers, his voice choked with emotion.

"I love you too, Stevie," Eddie whispers back, right into Steve's ear, the words meant just for him.

After that, they all gather around the improvised dining table Wayne had set up. It is a simple construction with another table the same height as their kitchen table, so they could push them together and decorate them with a large tablecloth to make it look like one. They eat the roast Steve had prepared, everyone praising his cooking skills, making him blush and his eyes glow with pride.

For dessert they have pecan pie, much to Steve's delight. "Eddie insisted it had to be pecan," Wayne reveals, earning Eddie a wet kiss on the cheek from Steve.

"You're spoiling me, Eds."

"It's not spoiling when you deserve it. Besides, the pie is for everyone, it just happens to be your favorite." Eddie deflects, suddenly self-conscious. Maybe he'd overdone it, just a little, in his quest for the perfect night. But what is it they say? In for a penny and all that. "I might have something just for you, though."

Before Steve has a chance to say anything to that, Eddie is already up from the table to get the ice cream from the kitchen. By the time he comes out with it, everyone has stuffed themselves with the pie, leaving none for Eddie. Putting the ice cream in front of Steve, he complains loudly about it. "That's how you thank me, I see. Scoundrels, all of you."

A plate with a large slice of pie is placed in front of him. "I saved you a slice, baby."

Eddie presses both hands to his heart and pretends to melt. "Aw, you do love me."

Instead of answering, Steve just kisses him before looking down at the bowl in front of him. "What's that?"

"Banana ice cream with toffee and caramel beans, topped with whipped cream and chocolate sauce."

Steve plunges the spoon into the creation and takes a big bite, letting out a moan that's downright pornographic. "Oh God, please marry me."

Across from them, Wayne nearly chokes on his coffee at Steve's words, and Eddie gives him a warning glare. Wayne is the only one in on Eddie's plan, which Eddie begins to regret. But he needed someone to organize some things, especially the custom-made rings.

After dinner, everyone gathers around the tree, including Garfield and Bowie. Garfield is sitting on Claudia's lap, having taken an instant liking to her, while Bowie is sleeping at Wayne's feet. As usual when their little family gets together, the gift exchange is a cheerful and chaotic affair. Eddie gets new guitar strings from Robin, a new set of custom-made Dnd dice from Dustin and Claudia, and Garfield slippers from Wayne, as well as a can of motor oil with the promise to change Eddie's oil together next weekend. Steve's gift, however, was the most treasured: two tickets to a Metallica concert right here in Chicago.

Throughout the night, Wayne had been taking pictures of everything, claiming that they would be glad to have some memories later on. So when all of the presents have been handed out, he leads Steve and Eddie over to the tree for a picture.

"We need Garfield and Bowie here, too, if it's a family photo," Steve exclaims, his cheeks rosy from equal parts eggnog and joy. "Come here, Bowie. Good boy." Bowie, who is just as much of a sucker for Steve as Eddie is, promptly follows. Eddie knows that Garfield would not be so easily persuaded, so he walks over to Claudia, plucks him from her lap, and places him at Steve's feet.

What Steve doesn't know is that this is all part of Eddie's plan. The two pose in front of the tree with Bowie between them and Garfield weaving between Steve's legs. Just as Wayne's about to take the picture, Eddie turns to Steve and, seemingly outta nowhere, grabs a Santa's hat and puts it on Steve's head. "There you go, now you look all dressed up for the occasion."

"How...where did you hide that?"

"Pulled it out of my ass. You better check to see if I have any more Christmas stuff stashed there later, big boy."

Eddie can't know it yet, but he hopes Wayne captured the exact moment Steve's face scrunched up in surprised laughter. But even if he hadn't, Eddie hadn't been able to tear his eyes away from it anyway, as he memorized every single detail of that very moment.

As his laughter subsides, Steve opens his eyes again to look over at Eddie, only to find him kneeling with his hand outstretched and something small on his palm. A simple golden ring.

"Oh my God."

More than one gasp of surprise could be heard from those around, but the only person whose reaction matters to Eddie is Steve. Who looks at Eddie with big, shining eyes and an open mouth, completely taken by surprise.

"Steve, I have rehearsed this a million times and I still do not have the words to tell you what you mean to me. What our life together means to me. I love you so much it scares me, because surely people aren't supposed to feel that much, but I do. And I want to be scared every single day for the rest of my life because it means I get to love you. I get to cherish you and laugh with you and take care of our furry kids together, and Steve, sweetheart, I want to marry you and promise you forever. And I can't wait for nothing to change, because the life we have is already perfect. And if that didn't make any sense to you, I'm really sorry. The most important thing is that I love you. So, Steve Harrington, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"

Steve has tears streaming down his cheeks, but he’s smiling. In fact, he’s smiling so big it has to hurt, and when he kisses him, all Eddie can taste is happiness and love. After that, Steve peppers his whole face with kisses, each one pressing another "Yes" into his skin.

Their love story might not have begun like a perfect fairy tale, and Eddie had no idea if it would end like one. But the middle? It was pretty damn perfect, if you asked him.

#steddie #steddie fluff #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #my writing #for the record: here it already is the 25th so this entry is for the 25th day prompt of steddiemas

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bobparkhurst · 1 year

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festive ficlets: dec 7

Prompts from @almost-a-class-act

Pairing: Lewis Nixon x Dick Winters

Prompt: Decorating the house their first holiday season after moving in together.

“There, huh?”

“What?”

“No, no. Looks fine.”

“If you’ve got something to say, say it.”

“No, I mean… no, no, if it’s where you want it.”

In a moment, Lew is going to get something thrown at his head. It is very likely to be Lew’s latest prize find, the too large and to Dick’s eye, entirely too gaudy gilded star he is currently and carefully tying to the curtain rod in their newly shared living room. He hadn’t wanted it in the first place, all the frippery and and foofaraw to his mind is entirely unnecessary to this time of warm, familial, celebration, but Lew had insisted - no, Lew had just asked - and who was Dick to deny him this. Of all the meetings of differences their relationship seems to be built on, this is certainly not one of the ones he felt any need to think twice about.

At least, that’s what he had thought. Right now, balancing precariously with one foot on the back of the sofa and the other foot jammed against the windowframe, and Lewis Nixon offering dubiously helpful commentary from a perch on the arm of Dick’s favourite chair, he’s pretty certain that not only will the question of Christmas decorations end them, it may very well in addition net him a pretty spell in prison on a murder charge.

He just snapped, the neighbours would say. Nobody could have seen it coming. My word, isn’t it always the quiet ones?

“You know, you could help,” Dick says. All things considered, he thinks he sounds quite reasonable. “After this is the tree. You said you’d do the tree.”

“I said,” Lew tells him, “that I would show you how a proper Nixon family tree is decorated.”

There’s more than a hint of a smile in his tone and a familiar fond teasing that means Dick only indulges his homicidal fantasies for a few more moments before he ties the last of the ribbon to the curtain rail and pulls it tight with his teeth. He hops down onto the sofa, bare feet curling in the plush cushion, and admires his handiwork.

“If I said it was crooked, would you be mad?”

Lew ducks the cushion with the expert timing of a man who was moving half a beat before anyone else would register there was any danger at all. Whiskey slops from his glass to his wrist and he brings it up to his mouth, sucking at the skin there. “I’m kidding!”

Dick, for his part, is already holding up the second cushion. Lew’s free hand comes up in surrender, a deferential move that is somewhat undermined by a distinct twinkle in his eyes.

“It looks great. I’m being an ass.”

“You’re being an ass on purpose.”

Lew nods, affably. “It amuses me,” he says. The whiskey is placed down upon the small side-table, then moved again to be placed on top of a coaster. Though Mama Nixon has yet to set foot in her son’s new home, her presence is still keenly felt in a hundred different moments. There’s a brief pause as he turns his face away, a slight tension at his shoulder, before he looks back, and relaxes again. Dick’s not supposed to notice, he knows, and so he doesn’t say anything out loud, but they understand each other well enough now that there is little enough that ever needs to be. It hurts his heart, the gratefulness Lew radiates, for letting him spin the fable that his confidence is unshakeable.

“I mean it,” Lew adds, more softly than before, “it does look good. And it’s ours.”

Dick doesn’t need to look at him to know that his gaze flickers to the box of Nixon family decorations that neither of them have retrieved from under the table Lew’s grandmother had given him when he had bought this place. He steps down from the sofa - a present from Lew’s father, along with the rug, the record player, the dining chairs - and crosses over to him, reaching out a hand to grasp him by the elbow. Lew stiffens slightly, but Dick just pulls him closer in, wrapping his arm around his waist, as if drawing him close enough to waltz. For a moment, he thinks Lew will not allow it; a moment later, he finds out that he was wrong. A melody hums quiet into his ear.

“Do we really need a tree?” Dick asks, face buried in the curve of Lew’s jaw. He can feel the answering smile warm against his cheek.

“You know,” Lew says, “I think we’re enough.”

#winnix #richard winters #lewis nixon #i just needed them today #band of brothers #bob: festive ficlets #fluffy seasonal prompts #i need to write something not fluff soon i need it #hbo war barely coherent christmas chaos

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