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The first work of the day is an art piece by @sketchysprix for the prompt “KFC”:

The second work is a piece from @hollyandvice for the prompt “ugly holiday sweater”, which can be read below.

“This is a terrible idea.”

Izuku knows the grin on his face must be nearly maniacal. “This is a great idea.”

“No, this is a fucking terrible idea. Who put you up to this, Kirishima?”

Izuku pretends to look appalled. Katsuki sees right through him. “I can’t believe you think I would do something like this for someone else’s satisfaction and not purely for my own.”

Kacchan’s glare goes eve darker. “What the fuck, Deku. I’m not wearing that damn thing.”

“You can wear this one instead, if you want,” he says, holding up the Hero Deku ugly holiday sweater beside the Hero Kacchan ugly sweater he’d offered Kacchan.

Kacchan’s eyes flash. “Yeah? You for real?”

Izuku hesitates. He’d bought them assuming Kacchan would rather wear his own merch. If they switch–

Kacchan seems to see the moment of weakness. He pounces on it. “Yeah, let’s do that, then. You wear mine, and I’ll wear yours.”

Izuku swallows. Then, emboldened by the victorious smirk on Kacchan’s lips, he gives in. “Fine,” he says, chucking the Deku sweater at him. “Fine. We do it your way.”

Kacchan’s smug look falters, and Izuku feels the victory like a brief warmth in his chest. Kacchan straightens at whatever look is on Izuku’s face. “Deal.”

Izuku smiles. Victory will be his in this. Nishiyama’s going down.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Damn. You really got him to wear an ugly sweater?”

Izuku grins victoriously at the secretary. “You’re damn right I did. Pay up.”

She sighs, shaking her head as she hands over two thousand yen. “You’re a miracle worker.”

“Damn right I am.”

She laughs. “Looks like you miracle isn’t happy with you, though.”

“What?” Izuku turns to follow her gaze and sees Kacchan making his way over to them in all the green, red, and black glory of his sweater. “Oh.”

“You bet on me, shitty Deku?”

Izuku shrugs, knowing better than to try to argue with him when he’s right. “Yeah. Is that a problem?”

“You’re damn right it’s a problem, Deku! What the fuck?”

“It was the theme. I could hardly let our coworkers down when I had a chance to get you to follow the theme, now could I?”

“That’s not the same as betting on me!”

Izuku shrugs, unashamed. “Maybe not. But it’s what I did. Can you blame me?”

“Yes!”

“What, like you wouldn’t have done the same thing in my position given enough incentive.”

Kacchan opens his mouth to argue, but shuts it after a moment, clearly at a loss. “Yeah, well. Whatever. It was still a shitty move, Deku.”

Izuku nods. “Maybe so. But if I promise to take you out for dinner with the money, will you forgive me?”

Kacchan tilts his head to the side, something thoughtful in his eyes. “You askin’ me out, Deku?”

Izuku can’t control the flush that floods his cheeks, and knows Kacchan sees it from the way his eyes go wide with something like surprise. Izku looks away, unable to ignore the heat in his belly. “Can I be?”

Kacchan swears. “Fuck, of course you can, Deku. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting on you to get your head out of your ass and ask?”

Izuku looks up, heart in his throat. “You mean it?”

“‘Course I do. I know it wouldn’t have been my place to say anything, not after the shit I pulled when we were kids, but I thought…  I thought that if you wanted it, you might be the brave one again and ask me.”

Izuku swallows, looking up at Katsuki with heat in his chest. “Then consider this me asking.”

Kacchan’s grin is sharp and bright. “That’s not asking.”

Izuku rolls his eyes, willing to give Kacchan this if it means he gets to have Kacchan the way he’s wanted him for so long. “Can I take you out on a date, Bakugou Katsuki-san?” he asks, giving a low bow.

Kacchan’s eyes go wide. He recovers himself quickly enough, stepping on Deku’s foot in retaliation. “Yes, fine, whatever, just stand up. Everyone’s looking at you funny.”

Izuku laughs, straightening up. “Oh, and one more thing.”

Kacchan looks wary. “What?”

Izuku holds a hand out. “Can I have this dance?”

Kacchan doesn’t hesitate. He reaches out, taking Izuku’s hand. “You’re damn lucky I like you, jackass.”

Izuku laughs, high and bright. This is their relationship, this is who they’ve always been, and he isn’t about to start complaining now.

“By the way,” Kacchan asks as they dance. “How the hell does that sweater fit you so well? Min’s hanging over my wrists like I’m five years old again.

Izuku laughs. "What can I say, I’m a miracle worker.”

Kacchan frowns. “There’s no way.”

“No, really!” Izuku says, feeling the sly grin on his lips.

“Uh huh. And who helped you pull off this miracle?”

“The clerk at the local hero goods store.”

“You traded mine in for one your size?”

“Yup.” Izuku knows popping the p might have been a bit much, but it’s worth it for the look on Kacchan’s face.

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”

Izuku’s grin widens. He leans in close, not entirely sure where the audacity hits him from. “I can be a pleasure in the ass too, if you want me to be.”

Kacchan snorts. “Okay, that was bad.”

“Yeah,” Izuku agrees, “I know. But I couldn’t very well leave low fruit like that hanging, now could I?”

“No, I guess not.” Kacchan shakes his head. “You’ve changed, you know that?”

“How so? In a bad way?”

Kacchan tilts his head to the side. “What do you think?”

Izuku looks down, contemplating. “I think I like myself a lot more than I used to. I think I’m physically stronger and faster than I used to be. But I think who I am hasn’t really changed at all, and those are the parts of me that are the most important. So, no. I don’t think it’s in a bad way.”

Kacchan hums. “You’re definitely a lot more gutsy than you used to be. And, I have to say, your confidence is damn sexy.” Izuku blushes. “But you’re right. The core of you, the parts of you that make you my best friend and the most important person in my life? Those things haven’t changed. In fact, they just shine brighter than ever. You’re brilliant, Deku, and I hope that the core of you never changes.”

Izuku looks away, overwhelmed by the honesty and warmth in Kacchan’s words. He tries to find the words, tries and fails three times before he finally chokes out two words, insufficient, but all that he can offer. “Thank you.”

Kacchan leans in, pulling Izuku close. “Anytime, dumbass. Any time.”

Thank you both for submitting and participating today! Before I wrap up today’s post, I want to take a moment to clarify a couple of things.

First, submissions are welcome at ANY TIME from December 1st to December 24th. If life was busy and you weren’t able to get something into us before the 1st, don’t panic, you can still participate! We are accepting all submissions and every work we receive will end up on the calendar at some point!

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See you tomorrow with the next round of works!

Get warm and cozy by the fire as you enjoy the 2 works we have for today. The first is from @mochinomochi with one of her signature mochi comics for the prompt “mistletoe.”

Cute, huh? The second work is from @hollyandvice for the prompt “candles” which has a soft, romantic mood. This time, you can fine Holly’s work on AO3 here. 

Just a little PSA: in light of the recent Tumblr purge, we have decided to continue the advent calendar event on our blog here. There are other things that we have planned, and we’ll look into moving to other sites after the event is completed. We hope you’ll stick around with us until then. In the meantime, have a restful weekend!  ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

That’s all from me. Tune in next time, on WWD. 

Look at these dorks watching the “snow” - it’s super adoring, Roku!! 

Click here to get to the art ~

Holly’s writing will make your heart squeeze! The prompt used this time was “Ice Skating.”

"You realize this is a terrible idea right?"

Deku just laughs. "Come on, Kacchan, it'll be fun!"

"My Quirk makes fire, Deku, and you really want to put me on a sheet of ice?"

"So, what, you'd rather I took Todoroki-kun?"

"No," Katsuki snaps. "If you're going, of course I'm coming with you, just. Ice skating?"

Deku smiles his best smile. "Come on. It'll be fun!"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

If Katsuki's being completely honest, the only reason he agreed to go ice skating is to see the look on Deku's face. The light in his eyes, the warmth in his expression, it makes the whole thing worth it.

But not quite worth it enough to agree without some griping.

"You're fuckin sure this place is safe?"

"Safe as any other rink, Kacchan. I promise."

Katsuki narrows his eyes. "That doesn't sound like you actually think it's safe."

Deku laughs. "Come on, Kacchan. Don't chicken out on me now!"

"I'm not chickening out, I just... I don't know what the big deal is about ice skating."

"It's tradition!"

"Not for us."

Deku pauses. "No, not for us. And it doesn't have to be. I just... I thought maybe, now that it's you and me, it's time for us to make our own traditions. Just for the two of us."

Katsuki's chest goes tight at that. "That's... that's why you wanted to do this?"

Deku nods, small and shy.

Well, really, what is Katsuki supposed to do with that? "Alright you damn nerd. Let's go get the damn skates."

The way Deku's face lights up is enough to quiet the worry in Katsuki's chest that this is a really, really bad idea.

It takes two tries to get him the right size skates, mostly because he refuses to accept anything less than perfection. By the time he gets his skates on, Deku's already done about half a dozen laps around the rink. Katsuki makes his way over to the entrance to the rink with as much grace as he can, wobbling like a baby fawn. Deku's waiting for him right by the door, leaning against the boards around the rink.

"You ready, Kacchan?"

"As I'll ever be," he mutters.

Deku smiles and holds a glove-covered hand out to him. Katsuki takes it.

It takes about half a lap around the rink for Katsuki to realize that he is really bad at this, two for him to realize he doesn't really care, and two more for his competitive side to kick in and give him all the motivation he needs to get damn good at this before he leaves.

Deku laughs as Katsuki tries and fails repeatedly to get around the rink without Deku's hand in his, holding him steady. "Come on, Kacchan," he says from above where Katsuki's sprawled out on the ice, "it's really okay to not be that good on the first go-round."

Katsuki glares up him. "Not in my book."

Deku's eyes are glinting with mirth and relief. "Alright. You want some pointers?"

"How the fuck did you learn to skate, anyway?"

Deku's ears go pink. "Todoroki-kun took me skating once when we were together."

Katsuki looks away. The errors of his youth are an old wound, one that's long since scarred over, but not enough that the reminders don't still sting. "I see. At the holidays?"

"No," Deku says with fondness. "In July."

Katsuki turns back to Deku. "In July?"

"Yeah. He said it was too hot and he needed to get back to his natural habitat."

Katsuki rolls his eyes. "I thought he and his old man settled their shit."

Deku shrugs. "They were still working on it back then."

"I guess that makes sense." Katsuki levers himself to his feet. "Well then?"

"Well what?"

"Are you gonna teach me how to skate, then?"

"Kacchan--"

"If this is gonna be our tradition, I have to be at least as good at it as you are."

"I...." Deku smiles. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll teach you."

He starts out skating next to Katsuki, one arm around the small of his back, holding him upright as they skate around the rink.

"You want to push at five and seven."

"The fuck does that mean?"

"Like on a clock. When you push, don't push straight back. Push a little to the side so you get the full length of the blade." It takes a couple passes for that to become natural. "That's good. Okay, now bend your knees a little bit, but keep your head level as you skate. If you bob up and down, you're wasting a lot of energy. Use your thighs to move you forward, still pushing at five and seven."

By the time Katsuki's gotten that down, it's gone dark around them. Katsuki doesn't know when they put the lights on and when the stars started appearing in the sky. He's been too focused on Deku's instructions and the ease and focus that comes from learning something new. When he gets used to keeping his head level, Katsuki looks up at Deku, ready for the next instruction. Deku's eyes are glinting in the Christmas lights strung up around them, red and white reflecting in his green eyes. Katsuki's breath stills in his chest.

"Kacchan?" Deku asks.

"I love you."

Deku's step stutters slightly at Katsuki's words. "What?"

"I love you."

"No, I heard you the first time, I just... why now?"

Katsuki shrugs and looks away. "It's the holidays. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do? Remind you how much I love you?"

Deku laughs, shaking his head. "You will never cease to amaze me, Kacchan. You really are a wonder."

Katsuki fels the flush rise up his neck. "Is that a good thing?"

Deku grabs him by the wrist, slowing him down and reeling him in, almost sending them both toppling to the ice. "The best, Kacchan. You're the best."

Katsuki smiles, leaning his forehead against Deku's. "Yeah?"

Deku nods. "Uh huh."

Katsuki tips his head up the tiniest bit that he needs to in order to press his lips to Deku's. "Good." He pulls back, a smile on his lips. "That's all I needed to hear."

Today we have a heartwarming piece from @hollyandvice​ and the prompt was “kotatsu”. I recommend reading while drinking a something warm heh 

Deku's already settled under the kotatsu when Katsuki gets home. The train had been delayed not only by a villain attack, for once, but by the combination of several villain attacks and the unexpectedly heavy snow. Katsuki's bone-tired, exhausted and aching, and all he wants is to join Deku under the kotatsu.

But somehow he gets a second wind seeing the way Deku's lying there, eyes closed and breath even with sleep. He shoves himself up from where he'd collapsed against the door, making his way into the kitchen. He grabs the oranges, peeling them and putting them in a bowl to bring into the living room.

He nudges Deku with his toe. "Deku."

Deku groans, not stirring from sleep.

Katsuki sighs, setting the bowl down on the table and sitting beside Deku. "Deku," he says again, one hand on his shoulder, "babe. You gotta wake up. You're gonna fuck your neck up sleeping like that."

"'M up," Deku mumbles.

"I know you are, but I need you to sit up too."

"But 'm up."

Katsuki doesn't let up. "Deku, come on. I need this from you. I don't have the energy to deal with you whining all day tomorrow."

Deku's quiet for a moment before he sighs and slowly forces himself upright.

Katsuki smiles. "Atta boy."

Deku hums, leaning his chin in one palm. "Mm hmm."

Katsuki moves to sit beside him beneath the kotatsu. He grabs an orange, pulling a slice out and holding it out to Deku. When Deku doesn't move or seem to notice him at all, he presses the fruit against Deku's lips. Deku parts his lips, taking the orange slice from between Katsuki's fingers with his lips and tongue. Katsuki suppresses the shudder that slides down his back at that.

He feeds Deku a few more slices before some of the strength seems to come back to his limbs. Deku turns to him fully, green eyes not fully alert, but at least more alert than they were before. "Welcome home."

Katsuki smiles, affection resonating at the delayed but still heartfelt words. "It's good to be home." Deku leans forward, kissing him with lips and tongue that are sticky sweet with orange juice. "How was your day?"

"Long," Deku answers, reaching for the bowl and pulling out an orange. He pries a slice out with a good deal more effort than it usually requires, and holds it out to Katsuki.

"Yeah?" he asks before eating the orange slice from Deku's fingers.

Deku nods. "I know fighting in the snow is worse for you, but it still fucking sucks."

Katsuki shrugs. "My suit's equipped to handle this kind of weather. It's no worse for me than for you."

Deku rolls his eyes. "Liar."

Katsuki smiles, unable to keep the warmth from his face. "Only a little, and only because I love you."

Deku tucks his head down, and Katsuki can see the blush covering his ears. "I don't think I'm ever going to get over you saying things like that, Kacchan."

Katsuki leans in to press a kiss to Deku's ear. "I don't want you to."

Deku laughs, holding up another orange slice but not meeting Katsuki's eyes. "You're going to drive me crazy one day."

"Only when you don't say it back," Katsuki says, taking the orange slice between his lips and licking at Deku's fingers with all the implication he can manage.

Deku squeaks, jolting upright and looking up at Katsuki. "Kacchan!"

"What?"

"What was that for?"

"I told you," Katsuki says, leaning in to whisper directly into Deku's ear. "I just want you to say it back."

Deku pulls back, eyes suddenly serious. "I do," he says. And then, before Katsuki can say anything, he leans forward and kisses the breath from Katsuki's lungs. "I do love you."

Katsuki sucks in a breath, still as unused to Deku's easy admissions as he's always been. It's not that Katsuki doesn't tell Deku how much he loves him, it's that it's still a struggle to remind himself that he actually deserves Deku's love in return. It floors him every time that Deku reminds him that, whatever past they have between them, Deku believes he's worthy of his love. They've argued over it enough, disagreed and discussed it to death, and Katsuki knows it's a losing battle. So he just leans in, forehead against Deku's shoulder. "Thank you."

Deku hums and presses a kiss to Katsuki's hair. "Always, Kacchan. Always."

The snow falls around the apartment building, cold and damning, but the two of them don't notice, reveling in the warmth and comfort of their togetherness. It's all they've ever needed. It's all they'll ever need.

qwq ah it just brings fuzzy feels to the soul doesn’t it? Thank you everyone for sticking with us and stay tuned for more wonderful works! And of course, we are still open to receive submissions for this Advent Calendar. 

Submitting a work nearly every day for this event, @hollyandvice finishes up with the prompt “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart.” You can read her heartwarming work here. We really appreciate all the new works you’ve created for this event Holly!

Back with another comic, @mochinomochi‘s drawn something inspired by one of Horikoshi’s sketches.

Next we have some lovely music from CenturyStars for “snow” and “free prompt”. You can listen to his work on SoundCloud here.

We also have some art from KaoticBoom for “forest/trees”, which is shown below. Such nice ornaments.  ಥ‿ಥ

For “fireplace”, @throbbing-illusion‘s written some soft cuddles that are sure to warm you up. You can read it here.

And finally, @zheilla‘s got another work for “snow”, this time a cute selfie from the duo.

That’s all the work we’ve got to share with you! If you missed any of the works, you can check out the calendar graphic we have on our layout, or you can find the written works in our AO3 Collection.

Big thank you to @nekoumyu for creating the graphics for the posts and to all the participants: @homurasayaka777, @sketchysprix, @rokulinarts, Kylieno, @redhalcyons, @nartothelar, @aeronines, @darkonesdagger7437, @fay7oon, @kastu-dekus, and @saysion.

Thanks so much for joining us for 25 days full of creativity. We hope that you’ve had a chill holiday season so far. Once again, happy holidays and have a happy new year! See you in 2k19! (❁´◡`❁)*✲ﾟ*

Indeed, it’s not one, but two, yes two fanfictions we offer to you! And by we, I say sweetheart @redhalcyons​ who wrote on the theme “connected”. What a pretty way to build tooth-rooting fluff huh? You can check his work out here! :3

And of course, how could I forget our fae of December, our ever goddess @hollyandvice who this time worked on the prompt “catching a cold” which you can read here. 

I hope you’ll all have a nice week. <3

We’re kicking things off with 2 written works! 

The first is from @homurasayaka777​ for the prompt “ugly holiday sweater”. The work can be read on AO3 here as part of our event collection.

The second work is from @hollyandvice​ for “slipping on ice” which you can read below.

Katsuki really should have thought better than to challenge Kirishima and the rest to a race back to the dorms with Deku in earshot.  He's been absolutely relentless in his attempts to catch up to Katsuki in whatever way, shape, or form he can manage all through their second year. It's not that Katsuki blames him -- he can't deny how much Deku pushes him to be better too -- it's that he forgets that Deku isn't going to be content to follow behind him anymore. So while the challenge had been intended for everyone else, he's not about to tell Deku to back down. That won't end well for anyone.

Still, he's not at all surprised when, at the tail end of their run back to the dorm, Deku winds up flat on his ass nursing a twisted ankle and probably a sizeable goose egg on the back of his head.

Katsuki takes no shame in the way he finished the race before he turns around and hustles back over to Deku's side, avoiding the patch of black ice he'd evidently slipped on. Kirishima is already there looking at Deku's ankle. Katsuki squats down beside him, squinting at the ankle. "Broken?"

Deku shakes his head, then winces.

"Nah," Kirishima says for him. "Probably just twisted."

"Head too?"

Deku bites his lip, but seems to have the good sense not to nod.

Katsuki sighs and looks over at Kirishima. "Did you check him out for any other injuries?

"Yes, even though he didn't want to let me," he says with a glare at Deku. "He should be fine other than the ankle and head injury."

"Alright then," Katsuki says, moving around behind Deku. "Let's get you back to the dorm, then."

"Kacchan, what--"

Before Deku can finish the question, Katsuki's lifted him off the ground and hoisted him up into his arms. Deku gives an indignant squawk at the movement, but doesn't protest beyond that, wrapping his arms around Katsuki's neck as though to steady himself. "Easy there, nerd," Katsuki says. "Don't make me drop you."

"Kacchan, you don't have to carry me; I'll be just fine!"

Kirishima's laughing his ass off behind them, and when Katsuki glances over his shoulder, he can see that Kirishima's got his phone out. Probably filming. Dumbass.

The thought doesn't send the same pit of rage spiraling through Katsuki's stomach as it would have even three months ago. He's done plenty of soul-searching regarding his feelings for Deku, and though he's not totally happy with the results, he can't deny them either. He's got his work cut out for him if he wants to win Deku over, but he'll be damned if he goes down without a fight.

Or a leisurely walk carrying Deku in his arms. Same difference.

After his initial protests, Deku's been oddly quiet, but before Katsuki can comment on it, Kirishima calls out to him. "Having fun, Midoriya?"

Katsuki frowns, unclear on what Kirishima means.

"Shut up, Kirishima-kun!" Deku says, his voice a low hiss.

When understanding hits, he feels his cheeks heat. This isn't the way he usually carries the people he rescues. He's much more of a fireman's carry kind of guy. But with Deku's head injury, he hadn't been about to throw him over his shoulder. The bridal carry had been the next best option. It sits strangely in his stomach, holding Deku with all the care and caution he can. He almost looks down at where he can feel Deku looking up at him. He refrains. The last thing he needs is to have Deku freaking out and flailing to the point where Katsuki drops him.

"Shouldn't you be going to get Recovery Girl anyway?" Katsuki snaps, chancing a glance over his shoulder at Kirishima.

"Oh, crap, you're totally right." Kirishima's phone is gone in a flash, and then he's turning tail to jog back to the main building to get Recovery Girl.

Katsuki turns to face front again. His cheeks are still hot from Kirishima's implications. He's not about to be the one to break the silence, though. He'll let Deku do that.

"Sorry about that." Deku says it just softly enough that Katsuki could ignore it if he wanted to. He doesn't want to.

"What're you sorry for?"

"Kirishima's awesome, but sometimes he takes things a little too far."

Katsuki hums. "Something I should know?"

"No," Deku says quickly, "not at all."

Katsuki smiles, He knows their friends are all sick and tired of the way they've been dancing around each other, but he also knows why they're both doing it. He's sure as hell not about to mess up their still-healing friendship in search of some other elusive kind of relationship. Still, the weight of Deku held in his arms, solid and present makes Katsuki wonder if maybe, just maybe, it might be worth it.

"What are you thinking about, Kacchan?"

Katsuki doesn't startle at the sound of Deku's voice, but it's a near thing. "It's not a big deal."

Deku hums. "What if I want to know anyway?"

There's a challenge in the words, a prod in the side as though Deku could convince Katsuki to do what none of his other friends have been able to convince him to do.

Then again, Deku's always been special.

"You ever think about what we could be to each other if one of us got brave? What it could be like if we got over ourselves and actually talked about our feelings instead of talked around them?"

Deku's quiet for long enough that Katsuki feels his chest start to go tight with worry. When Deku speaks, his voice is hoarse. "All the time."

Katsuki's chest goes even tighter. "Oh."

"Yeah."

They don't speak for the rest of the walk to the dorm. Deku's head is settled against Katsuki's shoulder. It's a kind of warmth and comfort that Katsuki had forgotten Deku could provide, and it helps him settle into his skin a little more with every step. It's calm and quiet and almost perfect.

"One day we'll get there, Kacchan. We always do."

And suddenly, it is perfect. Deku's words calming the uncertainty in Katsuki's chest. "Yeah," he says, glancing down at Deku. "Yeah, we do, don't we?"

"We do."

It's all the reassurance that Katsuki hadn't known he needed. He smirks and lets himself glance down at Deku periodically as he carried him the rest of the way back to the dorms. They'll get there eventually, because Deku's right. They always do.

That’s all for day one! We hope you enjoy today’s works and are looking forward to tomorrow.  ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و  

For the first one, we have free prompt art by @nartothelar!

Wasn’t that hilarious? It just leaves a silly grin on your face, doesn’t it?

The second work we have here is by @hollyandvice with the prompt “warmth”. It’s so cute and adorable to see the boys act this way. Ahhhh my heart is soft.

Thank you everybody for sticking with us and contributing to our WWD Advent Calendar. Let’s continue having holiday cheer and merriment. Plus ultra!