Holidays!
Thank you to everyone for the snowflakes and holiday cards/drawings/songs/well wishes.
You are all so amazing!
If you want, because I'm procrastinating studying for finals in such a loving/giving mood, leave a pairing* and prompt, and I'll write you a ~100 word drabble. Or just a pairing. Or just a prompt ( Read more... )
You are all so amazing!
If you want, because I'm procrastinating studying for finals in such a loving/giving mood, leave a pairing* and prompt, and I'll write you a ~100 word drabble. Or just a pairing. Or just a prompt ( Read more... )
But look! HERE!
(I don’t think the boys were in the cabin during December, but whatever, I do what I want.)
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Brendon buys the Advent Calendar on the first of December. He sets it down, propped up against the wall of the counter, and eats the tiny chocolate square from the cardboard window marked one and chews happily.
There’s a tiny smudge of chocolate on Brendon’s lower lip, and Ryan blinks. He goes to reach to open another little window to get a piece for himself, but Brendon smacks his hand away.
“Only one per day,” Brendon says. “It’s tradition.”
“But you ate the one for today,” Ryan complains.
Brendon laughs, tongue sweeping out to lick up the chocolate on his lip. “You’ll just have to be faster tomorrow.”
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The thing about Brendon is that he wakes up early, so before Ryan knows it, it’s December 24th - Christmas Eve - and he still hasn’t had a single piece of the Advent chocolate.
He had tried to set his alarm clock to wake him up so that he could get the chocolate and go back to sleep, but somehow, every time he stumbled down the creaky stairs of the cabin, half asleep, the chocolate was already gone.
Tonight, though, Ryan is going to stay up so he can get the damn chocolate.
“Staying up for Santa?” Spencer asks, laughing, and Ryan gives him the finger easily.
Behind him, Ryan can hear Brendon and Jon laugh, too, but he doesn’t move from his armchair, faced toward the Advent calendar.
He’s going to get that chocolate.
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He falls asleep. Of course he does, and in the morning, Ryan is woken up to the noise of someone banging around in the kitchen.
He swears a little to himself for falling asleep and for the crick in his neck, and when he goes to check the Advent calendar, it’s no surprise that the chocolate is missing.
When Ryan gets to the kitchen, he sees Brendon there, worn pajama bottoms slung low on his hips. He slides across the floor to fall into one of the wooden chairs and watches Brendon make coffee.
“Oh, morning, Ry,” Brendon says when he sees him there. “Merry Christmas.”
Ryan huffs and puts his head down on the table. He should have just slept in his warm bed. Stupid chocolate. Stupid Brendon.
Just as Ryan’s bemoaning his fate of being chololateless forever, he feels the warm heat of Brendon’s palm against his shoulder. When Ryan opens his eyes, he sees a tiny square of chocolate with fingerprints smudged along the smooth sides.
Brendon’s holding it outstretched, smiling, and Ryan asks, “For me?”
“For you,” Brendon says, and Ryan’s long fingers brush against Brendon’s as he grabs the chocolate.
He looks at Brendon for a moment, and then he breaks the chocolate in two, thinking what the hell - Christmas spirit and whatnot. “Share?” he asks.
Brendon’s grin grows, and he pops the piece of chocolate into his mouth just as Ryan eats his own bit. The chocolate is sweet and melts on his tongue, and this time, when Ryan sees a smudge of chocolate on Brendon’s lower lip, he doesn’t hesitate to chase it, lean forward, and lick it off himself.
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'chocolate' has double-connotation for me, so whenever i hear it/read it, i'm like lol emo, but but RYAN! BRENDON! CHOCOLATE! CABIN! LOVE! YOU! <3
tyvm bb, ily.
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And om nom nom nom Chocolate!
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