#always reminds me of winter/xmas

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Rest Had Seemed The Sweetest Thing.

Bucky's slowly learning that love isn't a finite resource. aka, Bucky's first Christmas.

pairing - bucky barnes x female reader

warnings - none!! just tooth rottingly sweet fluff <3

word count - 1.7k

author's note - based on these two requests!! i'm also trying a new post format... what do we think?? I promised you i'd get a couple of xmas fics out before the 25th... I lied. apologies!! forgive me. title taken from the poem The Owl by Edward Thomas.

as always, if you enjoyed, please reblog!! reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics. thanks, angels <3

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He whispers the words, timid and reserved, directly into your ear as if he's worried someone else will hear. It's only the two of you sat on the couch in your shared apartment, but Bucky's nervous.

Your head whips around in shock, trying to play it cool. Failed.

"Are you... are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

You grin, big and blinding, the beams of it radiating into Bucky's bones. It settles into his muscles, eases the tension from his shoulders.

You try not to make a big deal of it, try to keep your excitement under wraps. But you've been waiting for him to say those words for almost six years.

"I want to do Christmas this year."

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He hates the cold.

No, he's traumatised by the cold.

Years spent frozen, genetically modified and locked in a glorified freezer. Every gust of wind, every flake of snow reminds him of the darkest days with no light to be seen. His blood may run hot, but he feels like his heart is yet to thaw. He debates moving to the desert at least ten times a day.

Then he looks at you. How happy you are when winter comes around. The way your face lights up when it snows. And he figures that if it brings you this much joy... maybe he can tolerate it.

He bites back the chill, grits his teeth at the icy breeze, ignores the shudder of the cold all the way down to his bones. He grins and bears it, because you love it. He thinks you don't notice.

You do.

You've known ever since you met him. His demeanour changes when the winter comes around. He gets a little tentative around the autumn time, as if he's preparing himself for the worst. And then the first snow falls, and he's different. Guarded. Careful. Reluctant. He puts a fake smile on his face and pretends, but you're nothing if not completely in tune with everything Bucky Barnes.

You never asked, never pried. Just stood steadily by his side, regardless of the walls he'd placed around himself. Around his heart.

He broke down one night, wrapped up in bed with you. A chill had blown through your old apartments rickety windows and unearthed old memories, ice running into his veins. He was sure his tears were frozen as they dripped down his face.

You understood him better, since that day.

You've tried to suggest moving in subtle and not so subtle ways, but he won't have it. He knows this is your home. He knows you like it here. He knows he can stay, if he works a little harder on himself.

So, he tries. Every single day, he tries. And that's all that matters.

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"Okay, so... ground rules. Hit me, Buck. We do this on your terms."

He thinks for a moment before turning to face you.

"I want it to be just us. No one else."

"Done."

"And I don't wanna do the whole Christmas dinner thing. Feels like too much all at once."

You fight the urge to burst into tears at how easily he's communicating with you, how effortlessly he's enforcing his boundaries. You've come a long way.

"Done. Agreed, by the way. Fuck Christmas dinner. We'll do our own thing."

He grins at you, leaning in to kiss you slowly, tenderly, leisurely. Like you have all the time in the world.

"I want to get a tree. And lights. We don't have to do all the ornaments and stuff, but lights would be nice."

"I have an artificial tree in the back of the storage closet... is that okay?"

"Perfect. I don't want to stand on all the pine needles, anyway."

Laughing, you shift closer to him, tangling your legs together on the couch.

"And no gifts for me."

"But Buck-"

"Angel. I don't want anything. I have everything I need sat next to me."

You roll your eyes, but you can't wipe the smile off your face.

"This isn't fair, suddenly."

"It's plenty fair. You stress too much when you buy gifts, and this is going to be a stress free Christmas. Understood?"

He hooks his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Understood," you whisper, swinging your knee over so you're straddling him. "Stress free."

Bucky tilts his head up to kiss you, gentle at first, then firmer when you roll your hips into his. He's a little distracted, admittedly. He got you to promise not to get him anything, but made sure you wouldn't ask the same. His mind runs a mile a minute, trying to wrack his brain on what kind of gift to get for the love of his life, the person that saved him and continues to save him every single day.

He comes up empty, but lets you kiss the thoughts away for a little while.

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"My mom taught me this specific way to hang lights on your tree. Look, grab this end and I'll show you."

You're both still in your pyjamas, fire roaring, a jazzy Christmas melody playing from the radio. You decided you wouldn't put up your tree until the day before, to save Bucky from feeling overwhelmed. It's worked, so far - he looks plenty relaxed as he chuckles and rises from the armchair.

"You're tall, so hold this above your head so they don't tangle."

You work diligently, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you concentrate. Bucky's happy to watch you, fighting the smile off his face every time you sigh in exasperation. Eventually, you step back and admire your masterpiece, satisfied and content.

"It's beautiful, baby," he whispers, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

He presses a kiss into your neck, then another, then another. Your eyes slip closed, and you sink into his embrace, feeling more at peace than you ever thought possible. You spend the evening by the fire, lying on the rug, room illuminated by the lights on the tree.

It's perfect in every way.

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"Merry Christmas, angel."

"Merry Christmas, Buck."

His hand finds yours under the duvet, pulling you in close. You tangle yourself around him like lights on a tree, all encompassed by his warmth.

"What's the plan for today, Sergeant?"

He presses a kiss into your temple, propping himself up on his elbow so he can see you properly.

"I say we make some breakfast, spend all day on the couch, and then maybe make some dinner? I know we said we wouldn't do a traditional Christmas dinner, but it'd still be nice to take the time to cook something."

"That sounds perfect."

In the kitchen, you make pancakes with copious amounts of maple syrup, strawberries and pieces of banana strewn across your plates.

"My Mom made us pancakes every Christmas morning, you know."

"You've never told me that."

"I know. I kind of refrained from ever talking about anything festive, because I didn't want you to feel guilty."

"For making you miss out for so many years?"

"I haven't missed out, baby. I chose not to do Christmas because I love you. And that love takes precedent over everything else."

Bucky kisses you then, across the kitchen table, full and golden and so full of love you almost fall off your chair. He tastes like blueberry jam and syrup and coffee, and you wish you could bottle it up and stick a little under your tongue when you get homesick.

"What changed?"

"Hmm?"

"Why now? I would have been content to never do Christmas again, if it made you happy."

"Because I realised something, a couple of months ago. We were sat in the park, and you were laughing at that dog chasing the boomerang. The sun was making you glow, like some sort of angel, and I just knew. I can do anything with you by my side. I can't put my future on hold because of my past."

You're fighting back tears as you look at him, so happy and content. You never thought this was possible, when you first met him.

And here you are.

Celebrating Christmas, showing him your childhood traditions, making pancakes like your Mama used to. You're sat at the kitchen table as the snow falls outside and the warmth that Bucky's love brings is keeping the chill at bay.

It doesn't get better than this.

"I got you something," he murmurs almost sheepishly.

"Bucky-"

"Don't yell at me! I know it makes me a hypocrite, I know I said no gifts, I know."

You roll your eyes, but watch his every move as he gets up and leaves the room. You finish your breakfast and put both of your plates in the sink, turning on the tap so they can soak. When you turn around, Bucky has returned.

He's on one knee.

There's a ring between his fingers, glinting in the winter sun. You're both still in your pyjamas, warm and full, not quite having shaken off the heavy embrace of sleep just yet.

It's perfect.

"Maybe it's cliche to propose on Christmas day, but... I want to replace all of my old memories with new ones. Memories like this."

You walk over to him, kneeling down in front of him so your eyes are level.

"You've taught me what love is, baby. And I can never repay you for that. But I can certainly try. Every day, I can try."

There are tears dripping down both of your cheeks, Bucky's grin matching yours. The two of you are overwhelmed in the best way, unsure of how to process the gravity of what you're feeling.

"Marry me, baby. Let's do this forever."

You lunge forward and smash your lips to his, laughing into his mouth.

"Yes," you breathe when you pull away. "God, yes. A million times yes, Buck."

His arms wrap around your middle as he picks you up, twirling you in circles around the kitchen, both of you shrieking with joy.

Bucky slips the ring onto your finger when he puts you down, both of you tilting your heads to admire it.

"I love you," you murmur, leaning up to press your foreheads together. "The cold can't touch you now, baby. This love will warm us forever."

The cold can't touch him now. Love will warm him forever.

@lizzystuffsthings <3

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Christmas snippets

You'll find very quickly that I'm unreliable and unmotivated. Anyways I've been sad lately bc of Christmas so heres some fluffy xmas stuffs.

Its not a lot but its cute lolol

Childe-

-gets lonely during christmas because it reminds him of his family.

-sad but is grateful to be with you now.

-he absolutely adores being outside in the cold.

-also loves the snow.

-would 100% build a snow man or have a snowball fight with you.

-

Its not hard to find your lover around Christmas time. He's always in the same spot when he's alone.

You step out onto the porch of your shared home, shivering with the rush of cold air that now surrounds you. Childe looks up from where he's sitting, and smiles at you warmly.

"Hey," you say with a little smile of your own.

"Hey," he responds, patting his lap and motioning for you to sit. You make your way to him and settle in his lap, soaking in his warmth despite the cold weather.

"You're freezing already." He says and you snuggle into him more.

"So warm me up." You reply and turn to give him a kiss. You melt at the warmth of his mouth against yours, and when he slips his tongue just past your lips you savor the way it feels burning hot against yours.

"Will that do?" He murmurs when you part for air and you smile and nod your head.

"Thank you my love."

•

Xiao-

-hates cold weather, hes not usually around it so it hits him ten times harder than most people

-wears big coat, scarf and gloves when outside.

-is the kind of person that speed-walks in the cold so he can get to his location (aka warmth) faster.

-you guys spend most of your time inside tho.

-but he does like the sweets that revolve around Christmas.

-you guys do a lot of baking together.

-just imagine icing cookies with xiao and making little birds or something.

-so cute.

-

Theres a certain gleam to Xiao in the winter time. His cheeks turn a pretty shade of red and his eyes glow against the shimmering snow.

Though you aren't out often, considering Xiao's aversion to cold weather, when you were it was common to see him bundled up in a large coat and scarf.

"Xiao, you look so pretty today." You say quietly, gazing at him with a lovely smile.

His cheeks somehow warm to an even deeper shade of red and he looks away embarrassed.

"Thanks." He murmurs, though you barely hear it. He looks back to you after and furrows his brows.

"You look nice as well." He mumbles. He quickly takes your hand and starts to walk forward, you chasing right after him bouncing as you walk.

•

Diluc-

-So warm

-you stay attached to him at all times because of how warm he is

-you guys spend lots of time talking by the fire place or making hot coco.

-he holds your hand in his pocket and uses his vision to warm you up when outside.

-in addition he doesnt change his outfit in the cold weather. Looks exactly the same.

-sometimes you get worried so you make him wear a scarf

-but overall cozy holidays.

-he definitely falls asleep during Christmas movies though XD

-

"Diluc." You whisper. "Diluc, baby." You look over to him wondering why he hasn't answered, but of course hes already fast asleep.

You sigh and turn the movie playing off. You find a blanket and lay down next to him on the couch, covering both of you up in the process.

You feel him stir behind you, a soft murmur of your name leaving his lips.

"Yes, diluc." You respond and he pulls you closer to him.

"What time is it?" He mumbles, still half asleep.

"Just past ten." He yawns as you answer.

"Okay, i love you." He says and his body goes still again.

"I love you too."

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[demxters]

—𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐢

jake ‘hangman’ seresin x f!aviator!reader

series summary: “there’s no place like home for the holidays,” is a saying you loathe with a passion.  you didn’t hate the holidays. you just wished you had a place to call home when the winter days are lonely and the nights are long and cold. little did you know that home was a lot closer than you think, and came in the package of a charming green eyed pilot with a surprising amount of love for the holiday season.

wc: 9.1k (oops) 

warning(s): fem!reader, idiots in love, swearing, some self deprecating thoughts (from both jake and reader), mentions of anxiety, implications of bad family relationships, self esteem issues, angst/fluff/then more angst, a plethora of cliches from my favorite xmas romcom (iykyk)

part of the ‘through the seasons’ universe 

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𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

you wanting me, tonight feels impossible…but it's comin' down no sound, it's all around. like snow on the beach… –snow on the beach, taylor swift (ft. lana del rey) 

His brother was only older by one year, and yet the distance between the two has never been bigger. If you could believe it, growing up the two boys were inseparable. Two peas in a pod, partners in crime. Jake looked up to his older brother. He wanted to go where Luke went and do what Luke did. The Seresin brothers were each other’s best friend. Until high school. 

The changes hit him like a freight car. Luke being a year older set a precedent for what was expected of Jake going into his freshmen year. It was barely a month into the new school year that Jake noticed it. The second his teachers heard his last name it was always “Luke” this or “Luke” that. He tried so hard not to let it bother him, but he was so tired of being compared to his brother. 

Luke, who was captain of the lacrosse team. Luke, who was in student government. Luke, who was a straight A student. Funny, smart, charming, charismatic Luke. No one cared to give him a second glance. No one cared to notice that Jake Seresin could be funny. Jake Seresin was smart. Jake Seresin had good looks like his brother.

And while Jake was getting buried under his brother’s shadow, Luke was soaking up the spotlight. He loved the praise he received from teachers, from students, from girls. But most importantly, from his parents. He knew his parents meant well, but he couldn’t help but feel so small in comparison to his brother. 

You want to join the chess club? Why don’t you do lacrosse like Luke instead? 

You should ask Luke what he would do. 

Maybe you should try to be more like Luke. 

Luke let all that praise go to his head and he eventually thought he was better than his little brother. Too good for his little brother. Jake hated that he found himself believing it too. 

So he did the only thing that made sense to him at the time. He acted out. He distanced himself from his family. Jake stayed out late past curfew. He kissed random girls at parties. He landed himself in detention every week or so. If everyone wanted him to be more like Luke, there was no way he would give them what they wanted. Jake Seresin wanted to be his own and he would make a name for himself. 

As high school came to an end, so did Luke and Jake’s brotherhood. It was as if the two were barely family. Luke lived off of reminding Jake who the better Seresin was and his parents didn’t know better than to believe he was only trying to help Jake stay on track. He wished he could make them see that was far from the truth. 

His saving grace throughout those four years came in the form of Javy Machado. The two had met in sophomore chemistry class when they almost set the lab on fire during a bunsen burner experiment. They’ve been attached to the hip ever since. Javy never saw Jake as Luke Seresin’s younger brother. To him, he was “just Jake.” Javy became the brother Jake had lost. Even now, years later that still held true. 

He always felt like he had to compete with his brother for attention. Jake hated that he was beginning to feel it again right now. 

Jake’s blood was boiling. Hot, red bubbles of anger passed through him as he watched Luke converse with you. You looked uncomfortable and his brother clearly didn’t get the hint. 

“Javy, put that bag down.” Jake motions for him to leave the duffle bag on the floor. “Hey, Luke, you mind helping us out back here?”

Coyote snickers as he drops the bag down by his feet, sending Jake a smirk. “Smooth, man.” 

“Shut up,” he retorts, though a ghost of a smile appears on his lips. 

“Yeah, I’m coming.” His brother calls out, leaving you standing by the curb. But not before giving you one last look he liked to call, the ladies man. He misses the way your nose crinkles as he walks away. “Really, Jake? You two big Navy men couldn’t lift this one bag into the trunk?” Luke guffaws. 

“Luke, always a pleasure.” Coyote nods at the man in faux pleasantry. 

Jake resists the urge to scoff. “We could. I just wanted to tell you something about Thumper.” 

“Man, you weren’t kidding when you said she was a looker. Thumper’s hot man,” Luke smirks. 

“Woah!” Javy scolded with his hands out. 

Jake on the other hand, felt that hot, boiling anger start to bubble over. He clenches his fists and his nostrils flare as he jabs his finger into Luke’s chest. “You better watch it.” 

Luke shrugs his shoulders. He was loving the rise that the mere mention of your callsign got out of Jake. He knew his little brother was protective, but damn did this girl have a hold on him. One he hasn’t seen since Jake’s last girlfriend. “I’m just saying. Now is that all? Because the lady is waiting.” 

He narrows his eyes at Luke, not letting the pressure on Luke’s chest weaken. “Thumper’s off limits. You got it?” 

Luke looks back at him without an ounce of fear. He raises a challenging brow. “We’ll see about that, brother.” 

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You fell asleep somewhere along the way to the Seresin’s ranch. The drive was another two hours to get out of the suburbs and by the time you woke up the cityscape was gone, now replaced with vast land of various shades of brown and green. 

You smile in amusement to yourself, watching a tumbleweed pass by. You were almost pressed up against the window staring in awe as they rolled. In your defense you thought they only existed in cheesy, low budget Western movies and cartoons. Seeing one in real life made you feel like a child again. 

The car ride was uncomfortably silent due to the presence of Jake’s brother. You haven't heard much about him other than that he was a year older than Jake. You noticed he didn’t like to talk about his brother much. His mother and father, however, you have heard all good things about. The nerves started to creep back into you and your leg started to bounce in the quiet of the car. 

Coyote catches your eye and he gives you a soft smile, placing his hand on your knee like Jake had once before. You exhale deeply, silently thanking him with a nod as you continue to pace your breaths. Going off the rails now wouldn’t help you in the long run, you knew that. You take another deep breath and you find some clarity. You were feeling the same way you felt every time you took off in your plane. As you went higher, so did your anxiety. Once you reached the right altitude, you fell into autopilot and it was all smooth sailing from there. This wasn’t any different. Meeting Jake’s family was the incline. You just need to get past the climb and everything will be okay. 

Your jaw practically drops as Luke pulls up to the property. The ranch was beautiful. Despite the winter climate, the lawn was green for miles. There was a large tree in the front with an old tire swing tied to one of its thick branches. A red, rusted truck that reminded you of Bella Swan’s was parked to the side. 

As the SUV pulls into park, you exit the vehicle staring at the house in awe. Small and simple didn’t describe it at all. “Holy shit,” you exhale, never taking your eyes off it. 

Jake steps out of the car as well and grins at you with his hands on his hips. He glances between you and the house and chuckles at your expression. 

“You’ve been holding out on me, Seresin. This isn’t a house. This is a mansion.” Your eyes run across the stunning two story home. The entire estate was painted a shade of pearl, one that reminded you of the White House. The home was modern, yet had a rustic appeal that fit perfectly against the country backdrop. 

Jake blushes, lowering his head in embarrassment. Being in the Navy has exposed him to people of different backgrounds than him, yet he still wasn’t used to the shameful reminder that he came from a family that had better than most. “It’s really nothing special. Just wait ‘til you see the horses,” he drives your attention away from the structure. 

You squeal at that. “Horses?” 

He slings an arm around your shoulder and laughs as he brings you to the trunk so he can help Javy with the bags. Luke had already wandered off to the front door, alerting his parents that they had arrived. 

At the sound of your gleeful laughter, Coyote shakes his head. “I told you if you just led with the horses, she wouldn’t have fought against your invite.” 

Jake scoffs. “That’s not true, right?” He looks down at you with wide eyes. 

“Well…” you trail off as Jake takes full offense to that by pulling his arm off of you to place a hand on his chest. 

Javy leads the way to the front door and the small banter exchanged between you and Jake was enough to take your mind off your impending doom. However, that also meant getting to the door quicker than you anticipated, giving you little to no time to prepare for a meet and greet. 

Jake takes your hand as you walk through the doorway, giving it a reassuring squeeze. You feel your palms start to sweat and you hope he can’t feel your moistening flesh. You barely make it a foot into the home when you’re bombarded by a short older woman throwing her arms around you. 

“My goodness, you’re even prettier in person!” She pulls back, holding you by the shoulders. She gives you a quick lookover. You immediately recognize the woman as one you’ve seen in many of the pictures Jake had in his room back on base. She had the same crinkles by her eyes and that breathtaking smile. 

You waited for the agony of feeling out of place to hit you, but then she’s gathering you in her arms once more. You let out a squawk of surprise and look at Jake who has released your hand and is pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Ma, lighten up there. She needs room to breathe,” he scolds. He mouths a sorry to you that you only dismiss with a subtle shake of the head. 

“Oh give me a minute to look at her, Jake.” She waves off her son before grabbing you gently once more. “It is so nice to finally meet you! Jake has told us so much about you.” 

“Mom–” He tries to interject but is cut off by his mother once more. 

“We’ve been hearing him go on and on about you for years. I mean, Thomas and I,” She pauses and hollers a loud, Thomas! behind her shoulder before turning back to you. “Thomas and I never thought we’d actually meet you in person, let alone in our own home! It is so good to have you here.” 

Her sweet words warm your heart. Though the bit about her knowing about you for years throws you off just a bit, you decide to keep it in the back of your mind to bring up later. “Well, thank you for letting me stay. I hope I’m not any trouble, I know this was all last minute and I’m sure you had other plans for the holiday.” 

“Nonsense, honey,” Mrs. Seresin coos. “We always love having company around here. Speaking of company, Javy Machado, I see you. Get over here!” 

You step out of the way with hot cheeks so Javy can take your place in Mrs. Seresin’s arms. You giggle as she squeezes Coyote’s cheeks. 

Luke comes back into the room with another man who you can only assume is Thomas Seresin. The man was intimidating, just as his sons were at first glance. You shrink into yourself, unknowingly stepping behind Jake’s broad shoulder. 

“As I live and breathe, if it ain’t my son finally back in town,” Mr. Seresin grins under his wide brimmed hat. 

Jake’s back straightens. He greets his father with a firm handshake and a small part of you is afraid of what his father is going to say next. But when the two break into similar smiles and gather one another in their arms, that fear turns into relief. Jake had told you his relationship with his father was complicated, so you didn’t know what to expect from him upon arrival. You were glad Mr. Seresin chose the more civil approach to your stay. 

Mr. Seresin sees your figure from behind his son and scoots over so he can have a better view of you. “Thomas Seresin,” he greets with an outstretched hand. “I’m assuming that makes you Thumper?” 

“That’s me sir,” you timidly reach out to shake his hand. 

He blows a raspberry with a hearty laugh. “Please, call me Thomas. Are you alright with us calling you Thumper or do you prefer us use a different name?” 

“Thumper’s alright with me,” you nod as he releases your hand and goes to greet Javy who was finally released from Mrs. Seresin’s clutches. 

“Ma, look at the poor thing, she’s overwhelmed.” Luke comes to your other side, a little too close for your liking and you hook your arm around Jake’s and press yourself up against him. “Maybe you should rest in the room.” 

Jake notices and brings you closer to his side by unraveling his arm from yours and wrapping his arm around your waist. He pulls you flush into his side and feels the tension in your body begin to fade. This time, he won’t deny the smile that tugs at his lips at you finding comfort in him. “I think Thumper can speak for herself,” Jake challenges his brother. His stern glare softens as he looks at you. 

All eyes land on you and you can’t help but avoid eye contact with everyone else. You pick at the cuticles of your nails and exhale shakily. As lovely as Jake’s parents were, you needed a second to recuperate after all the introductions. You also wanted to make sure Jake was doing okay. Despite all the attention you’ve been getting, your own has been concentrated solely on the blond. There was this nagging feeling in your chest that alerted you to Jake’s own unease, similar to the way you could feel his rare moments of uncertainty in the air. “I was actually wondering if it would be okay for Jake and Javy to take me out to the town for a little while. I heard it was beautiful out there this time of year and can’t wait to see for myself.” 

The proud smirk on Jake’s face is no longer hidden as he smugly looks at his brother. “That sounds like a great idea, darling.” 

Coyote nods in agreement and checks his watch. “We should probably head out now though, before the sun sets. That way we can also make it back for dinner. If that’s okay with you, Thumps.”

“Sounds good, Coyote,” you affirm. 

“Maybe I should go with you guys,” Luke interjects, eagerly. “It might be easier for you to settle in if you have a more reliable guide.” 

This guy just would not quit, you think to yourself. Stubbornness must be a Seresin trait. 

Jake opens his mouth to oppose, getting irritated at his brother’s constant persistence to steal his time with you away. It was so typical of him to force his way into Jake’s life, just like he did in high school. 

Mrs. Seresin sighs as she hands Jake the keys to their truck. “Oh, let them be, Lucas.” She glances between you and Jake with a gentle smile. “Besides, I have a feeling Thumper’s gonna settle in just fine. You three better get a move on. You’re losing daylight.” 

“Thanks, Ma,” Jake mouths to his mother, though she pretends not to know what he’s talking about. Thank goodness his mother was on his side this time. 

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The Seresin’s property was around a thirty minute drive away from the nearest town of Mt. Davina. You don’t remember passing by on the drive up and you figure it must’ve been because you were knocked out at the time. You found yourself caught between Jake and Javy in the truck’s bench seat. It was a bit of a tight squeeze and you were straddling the middle counsel with your thighs, but you didn’t mind. It was similar to flying in your F-18. 

The entire ride there, you took in every story and anecdote that fell from your friends’ lips. Hearing about how Jake and Javy were when they were younger had you seeing your friends in a new light. You loved how their eyes lit up and their cheeks would flush when one of them would recount an embarrassing moment about the other. It gave you a sense of connection to their brotherhood, one you now had a better understanding of.

It warmed your heart that they were letting you into this part of their lives. Compared to the rest of the squad, they were more reserved when it came to sharing tidbits of their life before the Navy. They would rather keep up the reputation they had now instead of tarnishing it with their “uncool” lives before then. 

You were currently laughing along with Javy about the time he caught Jake belting Taylor Swift’s Picture to Burn while he was cleaning the horse stables back in high school. 

“Who knew? Hangman Seresin is secretly a Swiftie,” you tease, proud of how pink the tips of his ears were getting. You rarely pulled this flustered type of behavior from him so it was definitely one you were going to take advantage of. 

“It’s a good song, alright?” Jake defends. He won’t admit however that he was secretly enjoying this back and forth storytelling thing him and Javy had going on. It was enough to diminish your apprehensiveness from when you were meeting his family. He was glad he was able to pull the real Thumper back out of your shell. The way you threw your head back in laughter and wiped at the tears that dared to escape your eyes was something he could only describe as angelic. 

“He’s not wrong about that one, Coyote.” You nudge Jake’s shoulder with yours and your heart flutters at the smile he sends you in return. “Although, don’t be surprised if I get Bradshaw to learn some Taylor Swift just for you.” 

He groans and Javy bursts into another round of laughs as the two of you continue to take jabs at Jake’s nonexistent obsession with Taylor Swift. As Jake listens to the jokes you and Javy make, he realizes that he would share every embarrassing fact about himself if it got that reaction out of you. He would recount every time he has accidentally tripped over a hay bale or show you how ridiculous he looked in his oversized cowboy boots and hat as a kid just to hear you laugh the way you did just now. In fact, he found himself wanting to share every aspect of his life with you. He desperately hoped you wanted to do the same. 

You were somewhat of a mystery to him. Yes, he could read you better than the others could and you’ve grown closer during the time you spent in Miramar. But you could also be closed off from him. He didn’t know much about your past or what your life was like growing up. Phoenix had told him you didn’t like sharing that part of yourself. Not because you didn’t trust the others with it, but rather because you were afraid of what they’d think of you after. He begged Phoenix to tell him so he could understand you better, but she told him it wasn’t her story to tell. Jake respected that and let you keep your boundaries. However, the time he spent with you made him realize that the past no longer mattered. Nothing could change the way he looked at you. 

The town of Mount Davina was beautiful. So used to the crowded suburbs of San Diego, this felt like a breath of fresh air. The walk through town felt like a Hallmark Christmas movie. The quaint small town shops were adorned with quirky and elegant holiday decorations. There was a Christmas tree in the middle of the main street that was impossible to miss. Children and teenagers alike run up and down the sidewalks as the adults chatter and warn their kids to stay out of the street. You imagine little Jake and Javy running down the cobblestone streets, causing havoc like the troublemakers they were. 

A brief tour of some of the shops gives you a feel of the little community. While some shop owners came and went, there were a few who had been there to see Mount Davina grow. The familiarity in their faces when Jake and Javy walked in told you that much. 

“I can’t believe Mr. Edison sold that place,” Jake lamented. 

Coyote agrees, holding the door open for you and Jake to enter through. “Me too. Man, I’m gonna miss that place.” 

The warmth of the cafe hits you when you cross the doorway. The smell of fresh coffee and pastries is welcomed, smelling absolutely delectable in the cold, gloomy weather. “You’re going to miss the bait and tackle place? Do you guys even fish?” You giggle. 

“It’s the thought that counts, sweetheart,” Jake remarks matter of factly. 

After a battle of credit cards with Jake over the hot chocolate and pastries—he insisted on paying but you wouldn’t let him, which ultimately resulted in Javy taking the bill— the three of you settled in one of the booths at the back of the cafe. 

The sip you take from your cup is absolute heaven. The rich, smooth chocolate and its warmth as it goes down your throat sends a shiver down your spine as it melts your insides. 

Jake catches the way your eyes close in content with a grin. “Told you, it’s good right?” 

“Good? This is heaven in a cup.” You put the cup down and hang your head back with a sigh. 

They ended the tour with this stop at their favorite cafe before the three of you headed back to Jake’s house. The rest of the night went by smoothly despite the absence of Luke who seemed to have turned in extremely early for the night. Javy parted ways with the rest of you, leaving with Mr. Seresin to head back home. Jake had insisted on taking him home, but Javy made it clear that he wanted Jake to help you settle in for the night. 

A soft knock to your door takes you away from your book as you mutter a soft, “come in,” to the person on the other side. 

Jake enters the guest room with his plaid pajama pants and plain black tee shirt. His hair is slightly disheveled and no longer fixed to perfection. To put it simply, he was the epitome of domesticity in this light. Your heart fluttered as you took him. Jake was good looking. There was no doubt about that, but for some reason seeing him in this way made him even more attractive. You almost turn a hideous shade of green at the thought of anyone else getting to see him like this. 

He settles beside you, sitting against the headboard of the bed. “I just wanted to say goodnight before you fell asleep.” 

You smile sweetly at him and bookmark the page you are on before putting your book on the bedside table. He’s twiddling with his thumbs and he won’t meet your eye, giving you the impression that there was something else going on in his mind. “Talk to me, Hangman. How are you doing?” 

The use of his callsign told him you were all business right now. “I don’t know. Everything is just so weird, you know? Being back here, seeing my family again. Having you meet them… it’s just weird.” 

Your smile drops slightly at his words and you grimace. Every doubt you had before coming here came flooding back to you all in one go. You should’ve known this was all a little too good to be true. You should have known that Jake was only being thoughtful by inviting you home with him. It didn’t mean he actually wanted you here. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I can take the next flight out of Dallas and everything can go back to normal.” 

“Woah hey, Thumps, what are you talking about?” His brows furrowed in confusion and his hand shot out to catch yours. 

You pull away from him, shaking your head. “I’m sorry for making things weird. I can leave as soon as possible and we don’t have to talk about any of this ever again.” 

“No, no, sweetheart. That’s not at all what I meant. Hey,” he cups the side of your face, running his thumb across your cheekbone. “It’s not you making things weird. I want you here. I swear, I am so happy you’re here.” You see no hint of dishonesty in his form, making you relax just a bit. “You promise?” You ask, hesitantly. 

He nods, his grip on your hand tightening reassuringly. “It’s not you that’s making this weird, I think it’s me.” 

It’s your turn to be confused. “You?” 

“I’m not the same person I was the last time I was here. I mean, don’t be surprised, but I wasn’t always the confident hotshot of a pilot I am today,” he says in an attempt to lighten the mood. 

You laugh lightly, knocking your shoulder with his. “Really? You mean to say Jake Seresin hasn’t always been this cocky?” 

He musters a weak smile. “No, it’s true. You’d be surprised by the guy I used to be.” 

“Oh yeah? Humor me, Seresin,” you challenge. You turn to rest on your side, leaning on your arm to face him. 

“Where to start,” he pretends to contemplate. “I was quiet. Almost as timid as you, Thumps.” He reaches out to tap his finger lightly against the tip of your nose, eliciting a small giggle from your lips. “And I wasn’t an obnoxious attention seeker.” 

“You’re not obnoxious,” you interject. 

“I am! Ask anyone on the squad.” 

You see right through Jake’s facade of masking his insecurities with humor because you tend to do it yourself. But you thought the world of him, and hearing him belittle himself made you want to fight whoever made Jake think this way. “Why do you do that?” 

“Do what?” He questions, watching the way your forehead crinkles in thought. 

“Say that about yourself. You’re not obnoxious, Jake. No one thinks that.” 

You speak to him with such conviction in your eyes, such honesty, that it makes him want to kiss you right then and there. It takes every ounce of restraint for him not to. Instead, he plainly shrugs. 

“Jake,” you frown, scooting closer to him. “I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but whatever it is, you know that I’m here for you right? Just like you’re always here for me.” 

“Yeah I know, darling. Sorry for dumping this on you with no resolve—“ 

“Don’t apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for. Sometimes we feel things and we don’t know why. And that’s okay. Just know that I never thought of you that way.” You hold his gaze, hoping he can feel the sincerity of your words. 

There’s a warmth growing in his chest that Jake has only ever felt when he was with you. He just wished he could put it into words to let you know just how much he appreciated you. He was never good with words, but he was great at taking action. 

He wraps his arms around you, the weight of him pushing you into the mattress. But you don’t mind. You loved being close to him. The two of you lay in that comfortable silence as he eventually moves to rest his head on your chest. Your fingers find their way to his hair and you run them back and forth through the short hairs at his neckline. 

You find yourself drifting in and out of sleep when Jake begrudgingly untangles himself from your hold. He knows he won’t be able to find it in him to leave if he didn’t now. He gently moves away from your touch despite the disdain that stirs in his chest. “Goodnight darling,” he whispers into the night. 

You acknowledge him with a hum, rolling over. 

Kiss her you fool, the voice in his head screams at him. 

He clenches his fist, desperate to brush aside the stray hair on your forehead and plant the sweetest of kisses there. But he doesn’t. As much as it pains him, he can’t. 

Jake opted for one last soft goodnight before heading to bed himself. That night he drifts off into dreams of you and what could be.

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A few days passed of you staying at the Seresin’s and you were settling in much better than you expected. You spent the mornings making breakfast with his mother and eating with his family, the days exploring the ranch with Jake and Javy, and the evenings wrapping presents with Jake. 

You found yourself feeling much more comfortable with them than you thought you would. You would even go as close to saying they felt like family. (Yes, even Luke who seemed to ease up and leave you alone). 

This morning started the same as always. You were helping Mrs. Seresin with the dishes while Jake and Luke cleaned up the table. Mr. Seresin had left early this morning to help one of their family friends down in the city. 

You’re laughing with his mother in the kitchen causing Jake to almost drop the remainder of the plates that sat on the dining table. 

“Jesus, Jakey. All that Navy training, and yet you’re still a klutz?” Luke chortled. 

Jake rolls his eyes, ignoring the jab at his childhood nickname that Luke knows he loathes. He stacks the rest of the plates as his brother continues to lean back, letting his brother do all the work. 

Luke’s eyes drift to the kitchen, following Jake’s stare and he sees exactly what had Jake so distracted. He clicks his tongue with a knowing smirk. “What’s going on with you and Thumper?” 

“Nothing,” Jake grumbles. He was not falling for another one of Luke’s games. Jake has had enough of his brother butting into his business in high school. He wasn’t going to let him get away with it now. 

“Really? Because it looks like you have a little crush on her.” Luke eyes the way Jake’s jaw ticks and continues on. “Did I say little? I meant big. A big crush on her. How long has that been going on? A year? Two years?” 

Jake fires back. “That’s really none of your business.” 

“Touchy, touchy,” Luke goads. “You haven’t told her how you feel. Why not?” Jake stays silent, giving him the perfect opportunity to strike. He snaps his fingers in mocking realization and leans forward so he can be eye to eye with his brother. “Oh, that’s right. You haven’t told her how you feel because you know she won’t say she feels the same way.” 

“Leave it alone, Luke.” Jake’s breath hitches in the back of his throat and there’s a familiar sting that tickles the tip of his nose. 

“You know you won’t be enough for her. That’s why you haven’t said anything, right?” 

Jake wants to punch his brother’s perfect teeth out as he smugly grins, knowing he hit him right where it hurts. “Shut up,” he hisses. 

“Because deep down, you know that compared to someone like me, she will never settle for a man like you.” 

He spins on his heel, grabbing Luke by the collar. Nostrils flared and cheeks red, Jake clenches his fists. “You better choose your next words, or I’ll–” 

“Boys?” The sound of their mother’s voice breaks up what would have become a full fledged fist fight. “Are you done with those plates?” 

“Yeah, I’ve got ‘em, Ma,” Luke hollers, scooping up the stack at the corner of the table. He gives Jake a wink, not at all phased by his brother’s behavior and strides off to the kitchen. 

Luke knows damn well that Jake is watching his every move and he purposely puts his hand on your lower back, gently moving you aside as he places the rest of the dishes in the sink. You’re a  bit flustered by the contact and you bashfully stutter over your quick words of greeting toward the man. You tuck your chin to your sternum with a shy smile. 

The way you don’t shift away from his touch feels like a stab to Jake’s heart. 

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“You ready to go, cowboy?” Jake’s staring out at the yard in deep thought as you approach him. You come to a stop beside him and he still has yet to acknowledge your presence. “Jake?” You tap him lightly on the shoulder. 

He doesn’t even turn to look at you as he replies shortly, “Yeah. Let’s go.” 

You frown at his tone, but brush it off with the assumption that it had something to do with the conversation you had a few nights ago. Since then, you never dared to bring it up knowing that Jake would come to you on his own time. You observed the Seresin family closely during your stay at their estate after that night, noticing how the Seresins seemed to favor their oldest son. Whether they realized they were doing it or not, you couldn’t tell. However, the innocence in his mother’s voice told you that she didn’t mean any harm by the things she said. Mr. Seresin on the other hand, was too hot and cold for you to come to a conclusion about where he stood with Jake. 

Falling into step with him during your trek to the truck, you try to get him to look at you. One thing you knew about Jake Seresin was that he held all his weight on his shoulders. Today, they were touching his earlobes, a tell tale sign that he was not at all relaxed. “Are you okay?” You stop him in his tracks with a gentle touch to his elbow. 

“Fine,” is all he says before unlocking the truck and jumping into the driver’s side. 

The ride to Coyote’s place was quiet. It wasn’t the usual, comfortable silence that fell between you and Jake but rather a heavy silence that was suffocating. The only sounds that could be heard is the hum of the truck’s engine and the staticky Christmas music that played off the old radio. 

Javy felt the tension the second he got into the truck. He sent you a questioning look to which you only gave back a halfhearted shrug.  

The melancholy atmosphere continued to carry over once you reached the small shopping mall in town. Javy tried his best to lighten the mood, but even his normally enticing jokes didn’t seem to work. Jake had excused himself to the bathroom, giving you a moment alone with Coyote. 

“What happened this morning?” Javy questions. 

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I’m just as lost as you are. Everything was good, great even. And then all of a sudden… nothing. He’s just icing me out.” You don’t need to say that it hurt you for Javy to know that. “Was it something I did? If it is I need to know, Javy. I can’t bear the thought of not knowing if I did something to make him mad at me.” 

“Oh, Thumper, I doubt that it’s anything you did. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll try to find out for you.” He opens his arm up to you and pulls you into his side. 

“Thanks, Coyote,” you say against his shoulder. 

When Jake comes back, he still doesn’t say much, letting the silence do most of the talking for him. You decide to ask the boys if you could walk around by yourself for a bit and you could tell that Jake is hesitant to let you go off on your own. But he doesn’t stop you. He lets you go. For some reason, it tugs at your already weakened heartstrings a little more. 

“Hey, what’s the matter with you, man?” Coyote stops Jake, pulling him off to the side. 

He doesn’t dare make eye contact with his friend. “Nothing.” 

Javy scoffs, clearly not buying any of Jake’s bullshit. “So what, ignoring Thumper and acting like an asshole is nothing?” Hand it to Coyote to call it as it is. “She thinks she did something wrong, you know. And it’s killing her.” 

That breaks a bit of Jake’s resolve. “She didn’t do anything. I swear, it’s not her.” 

“Then what? Because she doesn’t deserve to be thrown off to the side, let alone by you of all people.” There’s an unspoken understanding that passes between the two of them by his words. 

Jake knew he was right. Him, who promised he’d never leave hanging despite what everyone said about him. By avoiding you, he was doing just that. He tried so hard not to let the conversation he had with his brother this morning get to him. Yet after seeing how you interacted with his brother, he was suddenly in high school again. Left to his own devices, watching as Luke took away every good thing that Jake had. He didn’t stop to think that he was driving you right into Luke’s arms by his actions. “You’re right.” Jake finally submits. “It’s fucking Luke again, you know? He called me out on my feelings for Thumper and said some things that made me see red.” 

“What things?” 

“Just something along the lines of him being a better guy than me. You know, the usual. Then he spewed some shit about Thumper not feeling the same towards me.”

Coyote raises a brow. “And you believe him?” 

Jake dryly laughs. “I was really trying not to until I saw how she was with him. God, thinking of them together is already enough to make me sick.” 

“You know Thumper. And Thumper knows you better than Luke. I highly doubt that she’d ever go for a guy like him. Not when she has you.” Javy places a confirming hand on Jake’s shoulder. “Don’t let him get to your head again. Use that brain of yours to take your control back instead of letting him control you.” 

Jake’s shoulders deflate. “I don’t want to lose her, Javy. Especially not to Luke.” 

“You won’t, alright? You won’t lose her. Not to Luke, not to anyone. That girl loves you as much as you love her, hell, maybe even more!” Javy lightly chuckles. 

He blushes red at his statement. “Who said that I love her?” 

“Jake, I knew you were attracted to Thumper but it was pretty much implied the second you jumped the gun and invited her to come home with us. You would never bring anyone home. You don’t trust anyone enough to do that. And yet…” 

It doesn’t hit him like some kind of epiphany. The realization that he loved you, that he was in love with you flowed through every inch of his body. Because deep down, he knew the feeling was always there. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on you at Top Gun the second time, that you were it for him. That this was fate giving him a second chance to get to know the aviator who blew him away the first time he was at Top Gun and to actually muster up the guts to make a move. Jake Seresin was in love with you. He didn’t feel surprised as it dawned on him. It was why he knew all the little details about you by heart. Why he needed to keep his eye on your drink the entire time whenever you guys were at the bar. How every touch the two of you shared felt like magic. How naturally his body just melted into you. He didn’t feel surprised that he loved you because his body already knew it from the start. Only now, was he able to put that tug, that aching feeling in his chest that he got whenever you were around, into words. It was love. This entire time, what he was feeling was love. 

“I love her,” he says, like a secret only to be shared between him and Coyote. “I love her,” he says again with more conviction in his tone. “I love her,” he states. It’s a truth. It’s a fact. He loves you. He loves you and he needs to tell you before his heart bursts. “Come on, we should go find her now.” 

Jake leads the way like a man on a mission, remembering the store you told them you would be at. A newfound fire burns in his chest as he repeats those three words in his head like a mantra. He’s buzzing with hope, anxious but eager to find you and say those three words that linger on the tip of his tongue. 

He enters the department store with Javy right on his tail. Jake makes a beeline to the women’s clothing section when he hears your melodic laugh. He follows it like a moth to a flame, incapable of wasting another second away from you. 

Coyote can barely keep up with his friend as he has to jog to keep up with him. However, Jake abruptly stops causing him to run straight into his back. “Dude!” he exclaims. 

Jake’s body goes rigid, his shoulders taut, making alarm bells go off in Javy’s head. He peers around his shoulder to see what had him floored when he sees you and Luke looking a little too close for a public setting. Luke’s hand is in yours and your mouth is slightly agape as he seems to lean into you. 

He looks from you, to Luke, to Jake, and if it weren’t for his brother’s boisterously loud greeting once he saw they were standing there, Javy was sure he would’ve been able to hear Jake’s heart shatter. 

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Luke showing up at the mall was the last thing any of you expected to happen on your outing today. You were caught by surprise when you heard your callsign being called in the store. There were only so many people who actually knew you in this town, and for a moment you were quite startled. That was until you turned around and saw Luke Seresin heading your way. 

The rest of the day took a weird turn from there. Jake and Javy had found the two of you and Javy, a little too enthusiastically, decided to join the two of you in your shopping. Well, you were shopping and Luke was being a bit of a bother. 

You had wanted to go to the ice skating rink after shopping today, but something about the way Jake and Luke were eyeing each other made you decide that it probably wasn’t the best day for that. 

Jake’s mood hadn’t changed since the last time you saw him, but at least he was talking to you a  little more now. It wasn’t completely better, but it was a start. You noticed the constant back and forth stares the brothers shared and the way they puffed their chests whenever one of them got a little too close to the other. 

You were getting tired of the two’s antics and decided to just head back to the ranch. At least there you could lock yourself up in the bedroom and have some peace. 

You dropped Javy back off at his house and went back for dinner at the Seresin’s yet the weird atmosphere between you and the two boys didn’t seem to waver. Luke had spent the entire meal talking your ears off about God knows what. You had zoned out, far too occupied with the other Seresin beside you who had barely spoken to you the entire day. After dinner, instead of sticking around to chat like you usually would, you excused yourself onto the back deck where Jake had disappeared not long ago. The deck had frozen over just a bit and you tried your best to wobble your way to Jake. 

He must have heard you because he turns around to meet you. You open your mouth to speak, taking another step forward when you slip. A yelp leaves you and you’re falling forward with your eyes closed, your reflexes far too slow to catch yourself. 

Jake, on the other hand, bolts forward to catch you in his arms. He almost slips as well but nearly regains his balance as you hold on to him tightly with your arms wound around his waist. 

“Sorry,” you breathe against his chest. 

His heart skips a beat and he continues to hold you close. You try to bring yourself back to a stand but your knees buckle and you end up slipping again. 

“Shit!” Jake lets out, shuffling to hold you up. He slides one arm around your lower back, pulling you flush against him, while the other wraps around your shoulders. You’re shaking from the cold and the adrenaline of the entire situation. Jake leans back on the wooden rail of the deck, but doesn’t let you go. He rubs a comforting hand up and down your back, relishing in your closeness as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. “You’re okay, I’ve got you,” he mutters. “It’s okay.” 

“I’m sorry,” you whimper this time, feeling the pain in your chest rise. You missed him. Jake had been here the entire time, yet all it took was one day of him barely talking to you and you missed him. 

“It’s okay.” Jake sighs into your hair. He doesn’t know what you’re apologizing for, but in his eyes, you can do no wrong. So to him, you were just spouting empty apologies. If anyone had something to be sorry for, it was him. 

You had finally stopped shaking. There was no reason for Jake to still be holding you and yet you didn’t want him to let you go. “I’m sorry,” you say once more, though you don’t really know what you’re apologizing for. 

He doesn’t answer you then. He just rests his chin on your shoulder. Jake’s touch felt different than the other times he has held you. You felt him everywhere. In your bones to the tips of your fingers, everything else beyond him ceased to exist. 

You don’t know how much time has passed before you’re finally letting go of him, remembering why you followed Jake out there in the first place. 

“Are you okay?” You peer up at him from under your lashes. 

“It’s nothing you need to worry about sweetheart.” He smooths his hands up and down your arms. “I promise.” He tilts your head up to face him so you can see the earnest look in his eyes. 

“Alright. But I still worry about you anyway.” 

He smiles softly. He knows you do. It makes him regret his reaction earlier even more. “I’m sorry about today. How I treated you wasn’t fair. I was just going through some stuff and–” 

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself. I know you don’t like doing the whole feelings and vulnerability thing,” you dismiss. 

Jake appreciates how you just seem to understand him without him having to explain himself. He didn’t, however, get how you didn’t notice that you were the only person he was openly vulnerable with. What more could he do to make you understand that he wanted you to have every part of him? 

You move to lean up against the rail beside him. The Texas night sky is much clearer than the one in San Diego, giving you the perfect view of the stars. It was cold enough that you could see your breath out there, but you didn’t mind. “It’s beautiful out here,” you direct your words to the stars. 

Jake stares at you with full blown adoration in his eyes. “It is, isn’t it?”

You lean your head on his shoulder, admiring the view. 

Now was perfect, Jake was sure of it. You under the pale moonlight pressed up against his side with that dreamy look in your eyes…

Seeing you with Luke earlier that day made him realize that he could lose at any minute. And he couldn’t lose you, not to his brother. Not to anyone. Jake Seresin was done living under his brother’s manipulation. He was done being a coward. 

“Thumper.” 

“Hangman,” you parrot. 

There’s no going back. Take a breath and take the shot. It’s as easy as flying. Almost. 

“Hey, you two! Get inside. It’s freezing out there!” Mrs. Seresin hollers from the open door of the back deck. 

Jake lets out a heavy sigh, hanging his head low as you pull away from him. 

“Your mother’s right. We should head in.” You nod towards the door. 

He follows you in, silently cursing at the night sky for having his perfect moment ruined. 

“Wait!” His mother exclaims, stopping the both of you. 

Jake places a gentle hand on your hip to avoid running into you. “What, Ma?” 

She points up at the door frame with a giddy smile and the two of you glance up to see a cluster of green above your heads. 

“Oh…” You rub the back of your neck, sheepishly. 

Luke and Mr. Seresin enter the room, curious to see what the commotion is about. Luke has a sour look on his face while Mr. Seresin watches on in amusement. 

“Well?” His father pushes while Luke snorts. 

“He’s not gonna do it, Dad,” Luke laughs. 

You snap your head towards him with distaste. You don’t miss the way Jake’s face falls at his words. 

Jake’s cheeks are pink and it’s not because of the cold. Hand it to Luke to make Jake feel like an idiot in front of the girl that he loved. 

You turn to face him with wide eyes. “It is tradition,” you say softly. 

He masks his surprise with a cough.“I guess it is.” He leans in, meeting you halfway. Jake stops with the tip of his nose barely brushing yours. His eyes ask you for permission and you subtly urge him ahead.

The second your lips touch his, Jake’s sure he never wants to kiss another woman ever again. You’re pressed to his chest with your hands reaching up to pull him closer by the neck. Your lips mold together like pieces of a puzzle. No other kiss has ever felt so real. So right. 

The wait was worth it. He would finally be able to confirm that you were just as incredible as the fantasies he painted in his head. 

Your lungs start to burn and to your dismay you untangle yourself from him, gasping for air. Your lips tingle as you pull away and you can still taste him faintly on your tongue. Jake had just given you the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

You stare into Jake’s eyes that are as dark a shade of green as the mistletoe on the door. The quickening pace of your heart terrifies you as your brain tells you to kiss him again. You want to. You’ve never wanted anything more than to kiss him again. To have his hands roam every inch of your body, your bare skin. You want him. But you can’t. You can’t ruin this. You can’t risk losing the one good thing you worked so hard to have. 

You take a large step back from Jake who had been eyeing you wearily upon noticing your apprehensive state. 

“Thumper,” he breathes. 

You swallow harshly, darting straight to the staircase startling Jake and the rest of his family who you forgot was still there. 

You turn on your heel, quickly glancing over his family before landing on Jake. There’s an unreadable expression on his face and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying. 

“Goodnight,” is all you say before rushing upstairs and locking yourself in the guest bedroom. 

Your emotions begin to bubble up to the surface the second the events of the night have a chance to sink in. 

You just kissed Jake Seresin, your best friend. And you liked it. You would do it over and over again if you could. 

But Jake would never go for someone like you. Not in a million years. You’ve seen the women he flirted with at the bar and went on dates with. You were definitely not his type. You could never compete with them. Not by a long shot. Jake saw you as a pal. A good buddy. A friend. Not someone he would be romantically attracted to. You were sure of it. Never, in a million years, would you be good enough for Jake Seresin. He deserved more. He deserved better. 

When you let Jake in all those years ago, you never thought that you would end up falling for him too. After tonight, there was no more denying how strong your feelings were for your best friend. All it took was one kiss to confirm that what you were feeling was real. But you wouldn’t let yourself get hurt again. You swore to keep your heart locked away in the confines of your brick walls after what happened last time. Those same walls that Jake had managed to break down within one month of knowing you. 

Jake Seresin was a shoulder to cry on when no one was around. He was an ear to listen to all your crazy rants and terrible dad jokes. He was a home when you didn’t have one. Little did you know that he was also the key to unlocking the chains you kept wrapped around your aching heart. That he was the key to finally setting yourself free. 

a/n: thank you so much for all the love you’ve given this series!! it really keeps me motivated to continue writing. i’m thinking of having another part of this specific chapter that goes more into thumper and her backstory, if that’s something anyone is interested in. anyways, as usual, the inbox is always open for any of your thoughts/questions you may have. happy holidays! i love you all <3 

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#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin x f!reader #hangman x f!reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #—through the seasons

[currently-stanning-bts]

Changbin x reader ❄winter falls, now i'm running back to you❄

Changbin x reader

Warnings: maybe some typos, sorry!

category: Angst, no fluff

Authors note: with the Xmas season here I decided to make something for SKZ! I've been listening to 'Winter Falls' a lot this season, and Changbin's lines have me crying 😭😭😭 But don't worry! All of my Binnie lovers! I promise I will make it up to all of you!

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Changbin, he was your boyfriend for close to three years. But suddenly you both had a big fight one day. It had escalated quickly, so much so that you're sure the neighbors would be complaining to HOA in the morning about how their neighbors would not shut up. You weren’t even sure what the argument was about by the end. When there was a slight break in the screaming you had started to break down, but Changbin seemed to be unaffected by it. He used to always stop what he was doing and comfort you. Instead of going to comfort you, he scoffed and went into your shared bedroom. Not even ten minutes later he came back out with a bag of clothes. You jumped up and ran to block the door so he wouldn’t leave.

“Chang, please,” you pleaded with him. “Please don't leave me. I’ll change! I’ll get better! I swear, just please don't leave me Binnie. I don't know what I’ll do without you! I can barely function when you're on tour, I can live without you, please!!” But all of your cries and pleas fell upon deaf ears. Changbin simply moved you to the side, and without looking back left.

When the door closed you sobbed into your hands. You knew it was for the best, you both had been fighting for a while now, and it was over stupid things. But you loved him, you truly did. On the other side of the door, Changbin still stood there, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks. It was cold outside, winter was just around the corner. Winter… It was your favorite time of year. The snow, the cold, cuddling up with him under the blankets watching one of the dramas Hyunjin had recommended for you. Everything about it, you loved it all. Changbin was so close to opening the door and running back into your arms. But he held himself back, scared that you would not take him in again after what he did. He knew it was for the best that you both go your separate ways, the fighting had been getting out of hand for a while, and tonight was the last straw, for the both of you. That night Changbin went to the dorms to stay with the other members. When he arrived they were shocked to see him, but let him in none the less. He told them what happened and they consoled him, then Hyunjin went to console you. The members knew that you and Hyunjin were like brother and sister and he could always calm you down if Changbin couldn’t. You and Hyunjin ended up talking about what happened as well as watching more of his k-dramas.

*One year later*

You and Changbin still have not talked after a year. Even though a lot of time has passed, neither of you have healed completely. It has been exactly one year since Changbin walked out of your shared apartment. You knew that you would be most sensitive today, and most of winter. Winter reminded you too much of Changbin, the times you would cuddle by the tv under all of the blankets you both had, when he would build a snowman with you, the times you would have hot chocolate after you were done outside. Everything, from the cold bitter nights to the beautiful calm falling snow.

It was currently 12 O’clock in the morning, and you were curled up under Changbin’s favorite blanket to use during the winter times as he held onto you from behind. You grabbed the pig plush he had gifted you all those years ago, and grasped it tightly. You were watching a k-drama you and Hyunjin had started together, and you could tell that it was getting to a good part, the girl was going to finally confess to the boy. And hopefully he would return her feelings. You really wanted them to get together and had been rooting for them since the beginning of the show. Right as the boy was about to give his answer you heard a knock on your door.

You paused the tv, and got up, the blanket around you and the pig still in your arms. You unlocked the door and cracked it open and saw Changbin standing there, looking as nervous as the day he confessed to you. You both made eye contact for a split second before you slammed the door in his face, tears already gathering in your eyes. “y/n, please! I just want to talk to you! Please let me in… I-” he started but cut himself off. You heard him sigh and then start talking again. “I can’t function without you… I need you back in my life. I’m sorry for what I did, but… I thought that a break between us was needed. I see how wrong I really was. Y/n I can’t live without you, please let me in, I’ll make it better I swear!!” He pleaded but you ignored him, you wanted him to think you were doing so much better without him. “Please…” he whispered, you heard a thump, and you knew it was his head on the other side of your door. “y/n I… I really miss you, I can’t live with myself for what I did to you. I’m so so so sorry, I was wrong okay.” his voice was rising. You knew this was how it always went, first he would start off calm, then before you knew it, it would turn into a yelling competition between him and his echo. You held onto your plush and blanket tighter and you slowly started to cave around yourself. “I was wrong okay! Is that what you want to hear! Well there, y/n I was wrong to think we needed a break! Please let me in!” You shrunk in on yourself, holding the small pig close to your chest as you slid down the door. You go back to Changbin.

You couldn't be together anymore, you could see that, and you knew Changbin could too but he wanted to deny it, his mind wanted to move on, but his heart told him otherwise. It told him to go after you, to keep you from leaving his life for good. “Changbin we can’t be together.” you said quietly, but you knew he heard you. “Why?! Y/n I love you!! I’ve changed I swear!!” He pleaded again. But you shook your head, “no…no Changbin we can't, you know that! Sure you were right for me, but it just… it wasn’t the right time, for either of us.” and with that you locked your door again and went back to the couch where you're sure you would be crying for the rest of the night. Changbin had to accept it one way or another, and this was the best way for you. Both of you.

You looked out of your window a few minutes later, Changbin had left, and you saw that the snow was starting to fall onto the cold ground. It was beautiful, pure, untouched by the harshness of the ground. A glimmering white even in the darkest of night. Tears fell down your cheeks as memories flooded into your head of Changbin and you were out in the snow when it first started to fall. Changbin always used to say you were both like a movie, but it looks like this movie doesn’t have a happy ending. That's the thing though, it's not a movie, as much as you want it to be, it can’t. You wish it would have a happy ending where you ended up staying with Changbin, but life and fate had other plans. Maybe in another life or time, but not here, not now.

You made your way back to the couch and pressed play on the tv so you could finally finish the episode. Maybe this could make you feel better? You truly hoped it would.

‘The boy looked at the short girl in front of him, unsure of what to say. A minute passed before he finally spoke. “I… I don't like you that way Haneul. I’m sorry, but I can’t see us being together now, or any time in the future. I think it would be best to end our friendship here, I don't want you to get hurt or for people to start assuming things…” The girl nodded, tears already filling her eyes. She could have sworn that he liked her back. The moments they shared together, the amount of times he picked hanging out with her over his other friends. But no, it turned out she was wrong. Maybe he just wasn’t meant for her? She guesses she’ll never know. How could she when he walked out of her life forever? The boy smiled, but it looked more pity filled than anything. He turned and left the girl crying there all alone. She cried and cried, but he didn’t come back. Haneul wishes he would, but she knew he wouldn’t, so, she made her way home, in the cold winter snow.’

The screen went black and the song ‘Winter Falls’ by Stray Kids started to play. More tears fell from your eyes. Changbin used to sing this song along with ‘24 to 25’ to you all of the time when you cuddled on the couch when it snowed and you could not sleep. The memories hurt, but they were something you would continue to cherish for the rest of your life.

‘We are like movie, I feel out of breath / Talking about the old days makes me toss and turn again / While I know there's nothing I can do / I'm reminded once again as I hesitate after seeing pieces of you / Winter Falls, the snow falls / Purer than anything / Falls, I'll try to erase everything about you / That still remains with me / I loved you, loved you, loved you / As you did, loved you, loved you, loved you / Again it falls, the snow falls / We fall apart / Winter falls, oh / Winter falls, oh / Please fall before I fall / I loved you, loved you, loved you / As you did loved you, loved you, loved you / Again it falls, the snow falls / We fall apart.’

#changbin #stray kids #stray kids x reader #angst #fluff #changbin x reader #changbin x reader fluff #changbin x reader angst #stray kids x reader angst #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids angst #stray kids fluff #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop angst #kpopfluff

[seosracha]

HI MY BAE AYIS!! i hope you had a good xmas if you celebrate it!! how are you?? i miss you alot!!!! my one moot reminds me so much of you and i literally almost started sobbing……..

updates!! sunghoon and jake lately>>>> your smaus are doing justice for me for them!!! i also hit 2k!! its so insane!! we both hit 1k at about the same time, theres no doubt you would’ve surpassed 2k already by now!! my summer holiday is almost over:( i got back to school for the new school year the 10th of jan i think? or the 11th:( BUT im hoping we get new children in our class!!

uh overall i jus wanted to pop in again since the last i did was pretty long ago:) i miss you and i love you! so much!! stay safe and hydrated!! #seosrachagang4lyf😍😍😍

HII MY GFFIE KIMMIE !!!!! WHEN I TELL YOU ITS ALWAYS YOU KEEPING ME FROM DELETING TUMBLR I MEAN IT☹️☹️ i gotta start sending you asks too bro😭😭 (BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR NOT FORGETTING ABOUT ME HELLO????) (alsoplease WHICH MOOT i want to check out my twin ..... pleek ) my christmas was MID AF if im being honest but im just grateful i got to spend it with my closest ones🙏

honestly.... heeseung and sunoo are doing something to me but i know i gotta stay loyal to my pookie bear jay 😓 AND JAY SMAUS ARE LIKE RARE ON THSI APP TOO?????

BUT WTFWTF WTF CONGRATS ON HITTING 2K THAT IS HUGEREEEEDHSEE KIM!!!!! im so happy to see you grow on this app 🫶🫶 you work so hard and put SOOO MUCH effort into the stuff you put out you really deserve it,,,, im vvv proud ‼️‼️

my winter break just started so im v happy about that😁😁 ive been really focusing on my studies this year since highschool is a pain in the ass:////// so its good to finally take a break from studying👍👍

BUT THE TIME had me thinking if i should return on tumblr😨 im not sure because i think enha tumblr has become pretty dry and idk if its worth it?/!/?:?: IDK pleez tell me cause Im not on here that much anymore (all i know is a lot of the big creators left????????)

I LOVE YOU VVVVVVVV MUCH AND I HOPE YOUR DOING GOOD AND HAVING FUN!!!! please stay safe and keep up the AMAZING work kimmie🫶🫶🫶

[terrainofheartfelt]

It's not seasonally appropriate, but do you have any winter dair headcannons? I'm yearning for snow right now.

Nothing makes me yearn for wintry things like the dead of July, just like nothing makes me yearn for summery things like the dead of February. Ah, the duality of man….

Ok here goes:

Dan has a Lorelai Gilmore level obsession with snow, the first one of the year will make him wake Blair up in the middle of the night so she’ll at least come to the window and bask in the awesomeness. Those nights when it’s just about to snow Dan always stays up late working to keep vigil. 

Blair swipes Dan’s clothes literally all the time but especially in winter. If she’s not at work, or going out, or seeing people, then she’s at home in his sweaters and socks, because they are always warmer than her own lounge wear. 

Blair is a very good skater and Dan has no skill to speak of whatsoever. As Nads astutely pointed out in her dairis xmas fic, Dan saw the ice capades when he was five and freaked out, so he refused to try in those formative years. Which is just to say, on the ice he has all the grace of a baby deer. When Harold and Roman are around (either them visiting NY or dair in France) he will try for 15 minutes, and then he and Roman will hang out and chat on the bleachers while the Waldorfs do their thing. 

Dan definitely gets injured once and Blair Freaks (bc hospitals creep her tf out), but once the pain meds hit Dan is extremely entertaining. You’re pretty. No like, you’re so pretty. He proposes at least three times and twice she reminds him they’re already married and the third she just says Sorry, I’m taken and he gets so SAD

The Humphreys have a super secret cocoa recipe that they share with NO ONE and though Blair would almost always prefer tea, she loves it when Dan gets in a Mood and makes it. 

Snow days don’t get called much in New York but there’s a storm one year that shuts the city down. Blair goes stir crazy on day one without being able to work and then proceeds to jump from task to task and project to project to keep herself busy while Dan just watches from his chair like it’s a tennis match. 

They keep up a Scrabble marathon for two days, just keeping game after game going while they do other things. They even play an Italian round and a French round (guess who wins which)

When they finally venture out there’s an absolutely brutal snowball fight because they’re both competitive to a fault. Dan claims injury again but Blair says he had it coming. 

Blair always has an office or a thing to go to, but Dan works from home, which means if the weather is gross he doesn’t really need to leave the house, which is all just to say Dan is very susceptible to seasonal depression. So Blair pays especial attention like in February when it’s gray and the sun hasn’t been out for weeks and Dan starts to get more and more lethargic she’ll put on her queen B game face and insist that she needs him to go run this errand, or there’s something she needs him to bring up to her office in the middle of the work day, or that they need to go see this exhibit, or to that party, pleading and pestering and poking until he goes “ugh FINE” and gets out of the house. She’s diabolical [affectionate]

Somebody kinda already wrote this fic, but once every five years Dan gets smacked with seasonal laryngitis. It makes both of them a teensy bit crazy. 

Blair likes the beach better in the off season so they always take a wintertime trip to the Hamptons. Dan calls it weird but he does think it’s kind of nice. No crowds, no hordes of day drunk, guiltless rich to interrupt their walks on the shoreline—Blair love bundling up and going to the beach, Dan calls it her BBC miniseries impulse (bc those guys are always staring at the waves in the wintertime in their lil parkas tryin to solve a murder). Blair also opens Dan to the magical experience of Sex By The Fireplace in their Hamptons lodgings. 

#this was so fun ty for sending!!!! #i just *clenches fist* LOVE hc asks :) #gg hcs #dair #asks #insistonyourcupofstars

[madeofcc]

Get to know me

[useless info edition]

I was tagged by @shanisims ♥ thanks a lot !

1. what do you have under your bed? My bed is like a big box so a loooot of things like cables, old consoles/games (ps2,GBA ♥),some writting fournitures, Xmas gifts ....

2. favourite candy? I love fruit flavor candy, especially rasberry and peach. Stuff like these 

3. describe your favourite shirt:  I have one with flowers that I love but I’m more a tshirt+cardigan kind ^^

4. the last thing you drew/doodled was: probably some hairlines on an edit

5. are you completely sober right now? ... Guess ?

6. what's the one thing that annoys you more than anything? racism and selfishness 

7. have you ever gotten your tongue stuck to a cold pole during winter? OMG ! That reminds me about Home Alone XD Nope but on a ice-cream when I was a kid once, it was a terrifying experience !

8. if you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be? Brussel or Amsterdam. I always loved those cities and their vibes. Or in a small town full of nature like the HUB.

9. what was the last single word you spoke? Myers (referring to Michael Myers because Halloween’s on TV)

Going to tag @ladykendalsims @nigmos @nilonne @aniraklova @castawavy @prismaticpixels @hauntedplasma @ravensim @eslanes @someone-elsa and anyone who sees this and want to join ♥ feel free to tag me or ignore this as well ^^

#get to know me tag #gtkm game

[official-souls]

I have been listening to Christmas music as of late! I know that it's a bit early to start celebrating, but uh, Christmas is something I can always rely on when I need to look forward to something. Winter can be difficult for me.

Specifically, I've been listening to the song "Happy Xmas" by John Lennon. I know, I'm an old lady, etc. I can't describe it exactly, but it somehow reminds me of someone. Someone I haven't met yet. I think their name starts with a K?

Who knows though, maybe I'm just making up a story to go with the song, haha!

Despite it's name, the song feels surprisingly somber. Like someone made a huge mistake, yet there's nothing they can do to take it back afterwards. They have to march on. Hm...

Regardless, it's one of my favorite Christmas songs, if anyone out there needs a recommendation. Even if you don't celebrate Christmas, I think it is worth listening to!

- 💙 Isabella

#💙 isabella

[incomparable365]

8/28/21

Maaan its been a while since I’ve used this thing but I thought now would be a good time to do so. 

Today marks an unforgettable experience in my life, one that is tied with so much pain/sadness but also I am relieved at the same time. We had to put Claudio down. I’ve only known this dude for 4 yrs and I never would’ve thought such a small lil dude can have such a big effect on me. 

The days leading up to him passing were filled with so many ups and downs. We were fooled in thinking he was getting better only to see his BG numbers spike. It’d be constantly up and down for the span of a week since his hospitalization. We were happy we possibly had another chance with him but then we were faced with reality that Claudio’s life was just dealt an unfair card at the end. I would like to believe he’s older than we think so that may be tied to it as well. 

To see this once joyful dude that was always in your lap, cuddling, purring, meowing at strange times throughout the day and night go from that to barely being able to walk, jump, function, get comfortable was truly truly heartbreaking. 24 hrs before he was fine, doing his normal things. 24 hours later, all of that was completely gone. The hard decision of putting him down was definitely an extremely difficult one but it was the right one and the best one after seeing him suffer and in pain and I know he knows that. 

I’d like to reflect on the good memories and the great life lessons that he has taught me over the 4 yrs and have it all here as a reminder for myself. This will be all over the place but whatever. Claudio was such a sweet heart. After waking me up at 4/5 am every morning, I’d walk down the stairs in our O’hill house to give him his portion of his diabetic food. I’d go back upstairs to sometimes catch a few more mins of sleep or get ready for my workday. At the time, working the DA job was quite stressful and mentally draining. I’d come down to make my breakfast and he’d always be there in the kitchen with me or hanging out in the LR on top of the vent during the winters or just on the grey rug he loves so much. While I eat he’d always make it known he’s there in the room and get my attention by rubbing up against me or making sure I see him plop over onto the ground. When he plops, he wants something. Human touch, belly rubs, head scratches. It was the cutest thing ever and it was always like he was seeing me off to work and telling me to have a good day in his own way. It was always very comforting and put me at ease in the morning and calmed me down. It was relaxing and quite therapeutic; similar to meditation.

After my time spent in jail and during jail, all I could think of was being back with our little family that we have created. I got that. During xmas ‘19 when lizzy was home home and I was in RVA, I’d come over to feed him. Claudio was always good at being vocal when he was hungry but after that he’d be the sweetest lil boy ever. During that time there was so much in my head, feelings of uncertainty, scared, and afraid of the future. I tried my best to live all those days in the present moment and he was there to help. He was comforting at the times I needed him to be and again it also put every feeling I had of being scared away for any time I was spending with him. It was like him telling me it’s okay and things will get better even if I didn’t know the outcome. 

Over the years I built a special bond with him, I loved this lil dude and I’m sure as hell he did too and saw me as family. It’s a great feeling and it’s sad that he won’t be around to see us on our new chapter. But like lizzy has mentioned, I think he held out for us. He knew this chapter was going to come and he came along with us. He made sure we got to where we needed to be and helped us settle in. Until he couldn’t hold out any longer, I am sure he knew it was time. It’s still unbelievable to me this lil dude hung out with us in the car 900-1000 miles away from our home. Away from his home. Now I don’t believe in god, but I do believe in a higher power, the afterlife, and shit so I know that he’s around somewhere up there able to feel our thoughts, emotions, and watch over us. So this is to you man, I love u lil claudio potato and just wanted to say thanks for everything. I hope Lizzy and I provided you the best love, care, comfort, life, and everything for the last 4-5 years because you sure as hell did. 

Thank you again lil potato boy and we hope to see you again one day soon. Please be safe over the rainbow bridge, don’t forget all the cool times we had together, eat lots, and purr lots for us, you’ll have to introduce us to all your cool friends when the day comes. 

-your annoying cat dad who loves to sing weird songs to you

[leashade]

saw a tweet of a very sad 4chan thread, where a guy told a story of him being always busy at work and unable to go to spend xmas holidays, but one time he was able to, he was told "sorry, we won't be celebrating xmas this year, too much going on". And then he saw photos of xmas celebration on his mother's snapchat -- and everyone was there. Except him. The stories were removed and his parents tried to call him (and they were the ones who called everybody and decided not to call him) to apologize.

This situation is heartbreaking. And it also reminded me winter holidays in 2020. I had a Netflix subscription back in the day, and wanted to watch a brand new xmas movie "Klaus" with others. Told my sister about it, prepared everything, just so we would all watch this movie as a family together.

And on the next day (we didn't watch the movie yet) I went out to meet with my friend who lives ~20 min ride from me. Once I came back home, they already finished watching Klaus. I only saw the final scene and the credits.

I haven't seen the movie myself until this January -- after I told about this situation to Jane and she insisted that we should watch Klaus together. And so we did, on orthodox xmas night.

I don't think they did that on purpose (probably), but it was still rather upsetting. And generally speaking I had this impression that my family, regardless of what they say, doesn't really want to see me during family gatherings or whatever else. Of course, when something was wrong, it was usually just a coincidence (this year it was especially unfortunate, when I had to cancel my trip home at the last moment and was unable to come for three months pretty much). And I don't want to hold a grudge against anybody. But still, every time something like this happens it feels upsetting. Feels like nobody expects me at any sort of "celebration", whether it's family or not.

But this Klaus situation was the most upsetting, yeah.

[brandonavance]

“Winter Park Trees”, acrylic on canvas, painted with Edy, 2010. I picked this piece to paint, as it reminds me of a place in Winter Park, CO where one might duck off the trails and ski some with trees. We skied at Grammy’s condo or cabin in AngelFire/ Eagles Nest at least twice a year, Xmas and spring break, but snow days or any breaks were an excuse to drive to the mountains with friends or just us. Grammy pushed me. Always. Bigger brushes, bigger canvases. Add deeper blues and contrast. Helping me to learn to add some color to whites to give it texture and depth. “Don’t lose your dark.” I’d throw paint on and she’d gently come in beside me with a wet rag or napkin and clean it up, shading and pulling color from here, putting it there. Every now and again she’d load a brush and mix a color and say try this here… Sweet memories of my first year of marriage to @ladyavance , & Tuesday at Grammy’s. https://www.instagram.com/p/Crewd02uxKU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[daisy-dooodles]

Holidays

and finally, december arrived! and in pure christmas spirit, I created little illustrations with different things that reminded me of winter and xmas holidays. I always thought these were really cute, they were like little postcards and I just really enjoyed this time... good memories... I really like the softness of these drawings, idk, there's just something about them that makes me feel cozy and happy 💜

... (see you tomorrow for a look into my 2019 art!)

#artists on tumblr #traditional art #holiday #illustration #drawing #daisy dooodles

[bitbrumal]

                                                                                    CONTINUED               @galactia​   ↤   always accepting    ::   RANDOM / XMAS   ↩

Zhongli presents Kaeya with a gift, folded beneath a covering of fabric. It is a set of clothing, personally commissioned, sewn of the finest Liyuese materials. The shirt is sheer black, loose and elegant at the sleeves and tapered at the waist, soft and breathable. The coat to accompany it is white, dusted in inlayed golden designs that resemble fractals of ice and snow. The buttons are polished granite, flecked with gold, and the stitching that weaved its image together was black. With it is a cape, split to allow for it to drape over Kaeya's shoulders and leave his arms free, but its collars is close and around the shoulders and neck is fur enough to keep him warm, even in the winters of Mond.

With this fine suit, is a smaller box. Inside is a stone, no larger than a coin, smooth and gleaming. Its amber depths glitter such black and orange it nearly shines iridescent, and over its surface are expertly carved, in Liyue script, the symbols for protection, security, and safety. "You deserve fine things." Zhongli breathes, and as he presents this, a far smaller token, he adds, "And this, which I formed from a piece of Cor Lapis from the mountains of Guyun Stone forest, is something so you might remember my affections, even while apart."

 With steady fingers, the god led Kaeya's fingertips over the carved impressions, "This, is a promise of protection. While this, a blessing of safety. And the last, a seal of security."

KAEYA  you deserve fine things - none of which he can be compensated for. at least, not in the... proportionate sense.          funny how hard it can be not to feel cheap. a line up of confrontations with the fact of this: how harsh, how hollow, how acrid kaeya is. there isn’t much to gift to, or to respond with. not here, where anything more than honesty defeats the point.

another gift beyond his value; another instance of his fingers closing around something craved for what it means. even if expressed in only monetary terms, this states value. kaeya nearly bites through his lip as he lets himself take it. the bills are stacking up. he’s no lasting intention to pay.                             if zhongli intends for this to be a partnership                        he can be trusted to know what it takes—no? pre-empt the breaking point of generosity’s impulse meeting the brick wall of exhaustion. those millennia are supposed to be good for something. 

              a promise of protection

      a blessing of safety

a seal of security

ah... & they’ve moved on to matters of divine protection. kaeya’s eyes are glued to the colour of zhongli’s eyes - but safer, & less meaningful.

                    “bold words,” it is a low grumble. “have you not noticed,” t h i c k, voice of silk ripping across the gravel of emotion. he’d not intended to bare this today, but zhongli makes- zhongli... it’s not an opportunity to squander, no matter what. “how thoroughly you are writ into my being?”        not the right words. sure, get it wrong. why not. by now the truth has become so wrung out it is misshapen even when uttered into daylight. “i cannot forget. regardless how much i enjoy your reminders.”

          perhaps the emotion isn’t unworthy. ( i’m going to need this beyond its expiration date. ) it is TERROR.

ah, fuck. what it means to be loved by a god indeed- although kaeya remains hard-pressed to believe a mere god would forfeit so much of its time just by dint of its nature.     now, if they were to discuss individual nature...                      but this is his god, so it does not matter what the others are like. ( not until he needs them &, with the courage of the bitterly damned, will try the one thing that has worked. to likely less satisfactory results. but that’s what make-belief is for. )

            THE ONLY SECURITY I NEED YOU’VE ALREADY GIVEN ME — a promise carved into his own flesh. a day that won’t be forgot until he forgets himself.

the amber of zhongli’s eyes is of the stone that is slipped, delicately, into the pressure under his corset. under his blouse - tucked right below the sharp point of a cleavage’s v. it nudges into his breastbone like a stomach ache, & he smiles.

         “dress me in your colours,” it’s not that the gift isn’t appreciated, when laid firmly aside. no, he’s rather fond of being spoiled- “recognise me in your blood,” that chiselled jaw cupped by greedy fingers that card into his hair to grip it, “drown me in your scent.” the stroke of his cheek along the bare column of another’s warm throat. when he hums it is closer to a growl: 3 different kinds of excitement / all satisfaction.      his claws are always out, when embracing this one.                          everything pales in comparison to t h i s:

                 that this motherfucker is his.

#ic #galactia #with: galactia #rp ✦ kaeya #yodels #kaeya vc: yes thank you i love marks of ownership #on that note where's my hickey bitch #HE'S GETTING USED TO IT. TO BEING ZHONGLI'S... ZHONGLI BEING HIS. #not to everything about it but to the fact itself. it's remarkably joyous to begin to... accept its continuation? hm. #anyway u made a boy very happy #nasty lil boy who'll sink his claws in deep & not let zhongli go until he's shown him every corner of the bedroom c: #HE AIN'T GOT ZHONGLI'S STAMINA BUT HIS LVL OF SKILL SHOULD LET HIM UNMAKE HIM MUCH QUICKER SO HMMM more at ten

[bigmoneypastelhalloween]

0 hr: this is vorw, hello everyone, its after xmas now, hope you had a good holiday

1 min: "it is what it is" the show is "purposeless"

2 mins: its an uodate show done in segments, this is the month of December show

3 mins: shoutout for the fanart

4 mins: verofactum.com artist credit

5 mins: explaining the meme

6 mins: the freq in the fanart of the meme is voa

7 mins: he missed the broadcast he was expecting, thats the moment

7 mins 47: 2nd piece of fanart shout out to dawn reynolds in Tennessee

8 mins: call for fanart submissions

9 mins: ecocentrik ad!

10 mins 49: you could always paypal donate to vorw

11 mins 33: 2nd time he's said piecemeal so far. We're getting into the meat of the show now. 2022 is ending.

11 mins 42: in just a few days 2023 will begin {happy gregorian new year🍾🍾🍾}

12 mins: its the predictions show debrief; 2 shows in january, listener predictions show and a normal show

14 mins 30: email call for predictions

16 mins 35: political predictions a-ok, bilateral space

18 mins 30: talking about the 2020 prediction show

20 mins: winter storm news

21 mins 55: there were 37 deaths because of the cold weather "isnt that something"

22 mins 30: speaking of disaster deaths, genie use

23 mins: use the generator outside

23 mins 30: someone who cant stop stealing things might take it if its outside

24 mins: solemn pledge to always be raising awareness about generator safety

25 mins: first things first, last show mic issues came up

26 mins: analog sound hound; some crackling is good

27 mins: he cant just get the replacement part he needs by itself

28 mins: lets start with the bad news

28 mins 30: online coin toss deciding what to talk about first

29 mins: on dec 2nd he got wendys and it food poisoned him

30 mins: the sandwich was "horrid", "horrible"

30 mins 47: might never review another fast food Italian sando; "it disgusts me"

31 mins: there was a time in 2014 when he got a stomach virus

31 mins 49: negative association with hotdogs because he ate them while sick

32 mins: hotdog barf memory tour

33 mins: it wasnt the hotdogs fault, but it WAS the wendys's fault

33 mins 30: 2nd delightfully particular occurrence of saying manifesting

34 mins: discussing salt overload

36 mins: some people are questioning how he can know it was the wendys

36 mins 45: he eats one meal a day

37 mins 47: "manifested"

38 mins: if you eat a bunch of meals in a day its harder to know what it was that made you sick

38 mins 57: "manifests"

39 mins: sensitive to temperature, used to having cold extremities

40 mins: getting sick reminded him of having covid last year, temp rang in at 102

41 mins: the sandy sucks but it probably won't make others sick

42 mins: shaming the local wendys

44 mins: never going to that wendys again, "it is what it is"

44 mins 45: 2nd issue at hand, came up while he was sick, related to the shortwave show

45 mins: radio is freeing because theres no content moderation

46 mins: cost of energy increase for 2023

47 mins: he's put tens of thousands of dollars into the shortwave broadcast over the years; "its another reason to wake up each day. Yknow, thats how it is, sometimes"

47 mins 30: the patreon pays for it, mostly

48 mins: airtime to europe is already the most expensive rate, they said prepare for an increase and he did

50 mins: he messages the provider back saying the increase is workable and tries to book airtime thru february

51 mins: the station is under new management

51 mins 30: "what happens when management changes? Everything goes to sh[it]"

53 mins: they say ok we'll work with you but now we only accept payment some byzantine new way

56 mins: he cant abide by this payment method

57 mins: finances is "serious business," "im not willing to be all care-free about it"

58 mins: dec 30 is the last broadcast out of that station

58 mins 55: been doing the show 8 years now

59 mins: so far in vorw history he's only cut certain stations because of cost or signal quality

1 hr: it was a good thing but ive got to walk away from it; this frees up resources

Part 2

#vorw #reviewbrah #Youtube

[jynzandtonic]

HOLY SHIT I FINALLY DID IT, Y’ALL! A COMPLETE MASTERLIST! All of my writings are laid out under the cut. XOXOXO!

Last updated: October 4, 2021 (refresh the masterlist)

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 Aaaand just a quick reminder...

ADAM SACKLER - Girls (2012-2017)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Adam Sackler - (450 words)

an intro to Sackler in the jynzandtonic universe

The Show Must Go On - AO3 - (1.8k + 1.7k + 2k words)

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

switch!Sackler x switch!reader: “omg they were quarantined!” w/ anonymous webcam sex and edging

Cherry - (1.6k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 tba; it’s on the back burner!}

Daddy!Sackler x virgin!reader: reader has a daddy kink and innocence kink, initiates a pre-negotiated roleplay scenario for their first time sexual experience

Swiped - AO3 - audio - (1.2k + 1.3k + 2k words)

FULL FIC + AUDIO or {part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler x inexperienced/virgin!reader: “omg and they were roommates!” w/ idiots-to-lovers, instruction, dirty talk

Cake - (1k + 1.9k + ?) - to be continued!

{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}

Sackler asks what you want for your birthday. You ask for DAT BOOTY. Switch!Sackler x switch!reader pegging fic!

What to Expect - AO3 - (30k+) - WIP!

ch.1 - ch.2 - ch.3 - ch.4 - ch.5 - ch.6 - ch.7 - ch.8 - ch.9 - ch.10 - ch.11 - ch.12 - ch.13 - ch.14 - ch.15 (epilogue)

You decide to have a baby via donor, but your friend across the hall offers to help out the old-fashioned way. Preggo/Babyfic feat. Sackler!

Whole - AO3 - (500 words)

There are days when it feels like you just can’t get out of bed. There are days when you feel like you’re broken. But with Adam, you know you’re never really alone.

Ask Her - AO3 - audio - (5k words)

When you let it slip that you fooled around with your best friend back in the day, Sackler asks if you’d do it again. When you say you would, he can’t seem to let the idea of the three of you go. Maybe—just maybe—all you have to do is ask her.

Basic Instinct - AO3 - (25k)

ch.1 - ch. 2 - ch. 3 - ch. 4 - ch. 5 - ch. 6 - ch.7 - ch. 8

It’s a lucky coincidence—when you’re desperately searching for a new place, Adam Sackler has a room for rent. Plus, alphas and betas make great roommates, right? … Right?

- THOTS -

Losing your virginity to Sackler

Adam making you cum while out at dinner w/ his parents

Sackler fingerfucking you on a rollercoaster

Facefucking and spitting in your mouth

Sackler screeching for cuddles

Sackler finding ‘innocent’ virgin!reader’s vibrator

Feeling needy and giving Sackler a sloppy, lovey BJ

Sackler teaching anxious reader how to give him head

Sackler wanting to see your lipstick smeared on his cock

Shy reader pulling The Lip Bite (TM) on Adam

Temperature play w/ ice cubes

Shy reader turning passionate for Sackler

What are the odds: wearable vibe at work

You and Sackler jerking each other off at a movie theater

Fucking you so hard you forget you even met your ex

Soft dom!reader overstimulating sweet Sackler

Adam eating your pussy on a hike

Riding Sackler’s face to shut him the fuck up

Sweet, soft sex with Sackler in front of your ex

Soft, sleepy morning sex

Adam loving on your teeny tiny titties

Gremlin!Sackler fingering the fuck outta you

Shit-talking switch!Sackler feat. some bondage

Catching Sackler jerkin’ it and playing with his titties

Some very possessive dirty talk

Adam finding virgin!reader’s dildo

Sackler ‘helping’ busy student!reader unwind

Proud reader fucking Sackler backstage between shows

Sackler buys you your very first vibe

Sackler pulling up your sundress and fucking you in the park

Sleeping in *ahem* too small of a bed with roommate Sackler

Sex that sent you and Sackler to the ER

Sackler in a healthy, communicative relationship

Sackler comforting a reader far away from home

Sackler with asexual!reader

- SNACCS -

Random shit that Adam says in bed with you

Pregnancy kink with Adam Sackler

Sackler’s nicknames for reader

Daddy!Adam Sackler daydreams

Misc Sackler hcs: dirty talk, sex, exhibitionism, domestic fluff

Songs on my Sackler “bedroom playlist”

Comparing the temperature of your mouth and cunt

Sackler eating out nervous!reader for the first time

How Sackler gives kisses

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Making grumpy Sackler BEG FOR IT

Bashful Sackler hcs

On Adam’s chaotic!switch tendencies

NSFW Alphabet: Cum + Fave Position

On seeing a usually self conscious partner feel confident about their body

Adam Sackler loves love

Sexy HCs: cum, masturbation, oral, kinks, pussy-eating

CLYDE LOGAN - Logan Lucky (2017)

- FICS -

Meet the Boys: Clyde Logan

Maybe - AO3 - (1k words)

breeding kink/creampie WITHOUT the possibility/goal of reader becoming pregnant

Clyde gets ASMR - AO3 - (1k words)

Your sweet boy Clyde is the first guest on your ASMR channel. SFW fluff, can you believe it?!

Solstice - AO3 - (3k + 1.8k words)

{part 1} - {part 2}

It happens every Winter Solstice–you shift into a fox and wander the West Virginian woods for the longest night of the year. When you’re injured in an accident, the kind local bartender takes you into his care. Little does he know you’ll shift back into your human form come sunrise… without a shred of clothing on you.

The Plunge - AO3 - (3.4k words)

Clyde's not too hot on the idea of you swimmin' all by yourself at night, so it's up to you to convince him to join you for some moonlight skinny dipping.

In Vino Veritas - AO3 - (6.6k words)

In Vino Veritas — ‘In Wine, Truth.' You open up your very own wine bar, but one Boone County bartender isn’t particularly pleased about it. When a rift emerges between the two of you, will you find a way to mend it? And is there really “truth in wine?”

Eyes Wide Open - AO3 - (1.5k words)

It's all anonymous, and you're so hungry for a lover's touch. You'll never see him; he'll never know you. After an hour together, you'll part ways and never cross paths again. You couldn't find each other if you tried. As luck would have it, you might not need to.

- THOTS -

Rowdy fuckin’ with Clyde

Clyde comforting reader after a fight with a parent/other

Touch-starved, babbling, dirty-talking Clyde

Daddy!Clyde fucking bratty reader while decorating the xmas tree

Clyde getting riled up watching you do stretches

Mirror-fucking and dirty-talk with Clyde

Phone sex with Clyde

Teaching Clyde to dance

Making Clyde do a homemade facemask*

Clyde wants a baby for Christmas

Admiring and loving on Clyde’s soft cock

The first time Clyde made your cheeks go hot

Filthy fucking at Duck Tape with Clyde 

Clyde’s very first time eating pussy*

Crying on Clyde’s cock

Clyde making you cum seven times in a row (for luck, y’know)

Facesitting with Daddy!Clyde

Clyde fucking your ass at Duck Tape after seeing your plug

Leaving the big city and reassuring Clyde of your choice

Waking Clyde up with some slow head

Sweet n sensual mirror sex with Clyde

Clyde comforting you with slow lovemaking

Clyde comforting isolated reader

Sending/receiving nude pics with Clyde

Corrupting sweet sub!Clyde

- SNACCS -

Clyde comforting sad reader (gn)

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 1

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 2

Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 3

Clyde with a lactation kink

Clyde taking care of you when you’re sick

Netflix and... cockwarming. oops

Riding Clyde’s cock. That’s it. That’s the post.

Marking his territory with creampies

Fantasizing about meeting Clyde at the bar

Clyde x SIZE KINK

Loving fussing over Clyde

High school Clyde (uwu)

Telling Clyde you want to have a baby

Clyde being protective of you

NSFW Alphabet: Oral + Jack Off

Clyde eating pussy

MORE Clyde and breeding kink

The first time you have sex with Clyde feat. SIZE KINK

Sexy HCs: creampies, pussy-eating, and pregnancy

FLIP ZIMMERMAN - Blackkklansman (2017)

- FICS -

Under the Stars - AO3 - (2.8k)

Flip Zimmerman’s always talking shit—even about the gear you’ve brought on your weekend camping trip. When the rain rolls in, will you help him out with a dry place to sleep?

Sweeter Than Honey (multichapter)- coming soon!

- THOTS -

Visiting Flip at the station to show him your new lipstick

Flip daring you to sit on a vibe for 20min (overstim)

Coming home to find you in lingerie + his flannel

Fucking you in the archives division and telling you to keep quiet

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Mirror sex in a dressing room

Breeding kink w/ Flip*

Your first time with Flip - part 1

Your first time with Flip - part 2

Fucking the brat out of you at a holiday party

Flip taking care of you after a long work day

Lovey-dovey drunk sex with Flip

Playing strip-poker with Flip

Slapping Flip (hint: it doesn’t go over well)

Flip spitting on your pussy

JUST how much Flip loves you

Slow lovemaking with Flip

- SNACCS -

Flip’s kinks, fave things to do in bed, and aftercare

Flip cheering you up after a bad day

Visiting Flip at the station in your skimpiest outfit

Flip being territorial over you in public

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Flip being charming and playful

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare, Goofy, Motivation, Stamina, Unfair

Gender-affirming lovin’ with Flip (transmasc!reader)

Semi-public sex and getting caught

On the subject of Flip’s balls

Growing old with Flip

OFFICER RONNIE PETERSON - The Dead Don’t Die (2018)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Ronnie Peterson - (1k words)

an intro to Ronnie in the jynzandtonic universe, in which the ending of The Dead Don’t Die is gleefully retconned

Holds Two Nicely - AO3 - (2k + ? words)

{part 1} - {part 2 coming soon}

switch!Ronnie gets road head in the Smart Car, and reader’s gonna pay for pulling that type of shenanigans

This Is The Way - AO3 - (2.6k words)

STAR WARS ROLEPLAY SEX WITH MANDO!RONNIE

Bad Day - AO3 - (2k)

blowing off a bad day with some mutual masturbation + squirting

- THOTS -

Meet the Boys: Officer Ronnie Peterson

Hand kink w/ Ronnie’s giant paws

Deepthroating + dirty talk with sweet + spicy bby Ronnie

Rescuing Ronnie from the apocalypse and settling in the big city

GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie

Handcuffing and domming Ronnie

Ronnie can’t keep his hands off you at the PD holiday party

Sitting on Ronnie’s face... HE LIKES IT.

Mando!Reader doms subby Ronnie

Cockwarming as a form of dominance with switch!Ronnie

DOUBLE PENETRATION with Ronnie + a Clone-A-Willy

Ronnie finding you half-naked in a Stormtrooper costume

Thigh-riding Ronnie at the station

Ronnie overstimulating you with a clit-sucker + cockwarming

Giving Ronnie head in the bathroom at a frat party

Ronnie spanking you after he has a rough day skiing

Make-up snuggling with Ronnie after a fight

Virgin!Ronnie x virgin!reader thots

Sending/receiving nudes with Ronnie

- SNACCS -

Fluffy/dirty HCs for nerdy boy Ronnie

What are Ronnie’s hugs like?

How Ronnie dresses when he’s not in uniform

L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Ronnie Peterson Tummy Appreciation Post

NSFW Alphabet: Jack Off, Zzzzz, + Dirty Secret

CHARLIE BARBER - Marriage Story (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Charlie Barber - (550 words)

an intro to Charlie in the jynzandtonic universe, which occurs solely post-Marriage Story

Exit Stage Right - AO3 - (1k words)

Theater smut and a very protective, soft Daddy!Charlie

Special Spot - AO3 - (850 words)

Daddy!Charlie is stressed from work and asks you to play with his ass

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Lost and Found - AO3 - (4.6k words)

You’re an artist in New York City patiently waiting to find your soulmate. But what happens if your soulmate didn’t wait to find you?

- THOTS -

Desperate, touch-starved fucking with Charlie

Cockwarming in the theater with Charlie

Charlie buying sex toys for reader

Building IKEA furniture + drinking wine

How Kind of You to Let Me Cum: etiquette kink with Daddy!Charlie

Counting belt spankings for Daddy!Charlie

Charlie rubbing your clit on the subway

Daddy!Charlie feat. squirting kink

Charlie comforting you after a hard day

Christmas party cockwarming with Charlie

Thigh-riding Charlie in his office

Professor!Charlie Barber fucking you in the library stacks

Charlie and a little bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism

Teasing Charlie like a little brat

Charlie fucking nonbinary!reader senseless for looking too good

Sleepy morning head with Charlie + erogenous zones

Charlie punishing you with edging, spanking, and overstim

Wearing Charlie’s hand like a necklace + mirror sex

Late-night somnophilia with Charlie

Distracting Professor!Charlie during office hours

Getting messy making pancakes with Charlie

Cockwarming for Charlie during his zoom meetings

Charlie taking his frustration out on you + aftercare

Student/teacher cockwarming with Professor!Barber

Falling asleep after sex with Charlie

Soft breeding kink feels with Charlie

- SNACCS -

Misc Charlie hcs: nicknames, sex, aftercare, + more

Charlie sending you gorgeous NYC lingerie

d-d-d-d-DADDY KINK + more

NSFW Alphabet: Unfair - remote control vibe

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, Fave Position, Goofy, Stamina

Charlie teaching you your manners before a fancy date

Daddy!Charlie on erotic piercings

Threesomes with Charlie: Adam, Dan, + Toby

PHILLIP ALTMAN - This Is Where I Leave You (2014)

- FICS -

A Great American Pastime - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Edging bratty sub!Phillip

Phillip messing with you during Passover Seder

Sudsy shower sex with Altman

Altman fucking you in the pool during a family bbq

Making Philly cum in his pants at a house party

Phillip buying you a naughty present

Pegging bratty Phillip

Phillip degrading + facefucking you

Handcuffing Phillip and riding his face

- SNACCS -

Phillip + Sackler on the BDSM test

NSFW Alphabet: Goofy, Motivation, Unfair, Volume

Spending Hanukkah with Phillip

Sending/receiving nude pics with Phillip

DAN JONES (au context) - The Report (2019)

- FICS -

MEET THE BOYS: Dan Jones - (550 words)

an intro to Dan in the jynzandtonic universe, in which he is still a Senate staffer and the lead investigator for the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence; this is not RPF

Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!

{part 1} - {part 2}

CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME

Long Day - AO3 - (2.7k words)

DOM!Dan Jones!

Consumed by his work for the Senate Intelligence Committee, Dan comes home to you tense and exhausted, desperate for an outlet for his stress. Lucky for him, his little dove always knows just what he needs.

Professor!Dan Jones AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Sensual phone sex with Dan

Subby!Dan with assistant!reader

Riding the fuck out of Dan in his office chair (drabble)

Disciplining Dan when he’s misbehaved

Semi-public sex with riled-up Daniel

Dan begging you to swallow his cum*

Surprising Dan with head when he comes home from work

- SNACCS -

Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety

Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink

Dan with a shy!reader

Aftercare with Dan

NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, + Toys

TOBY GRISONI (GRUMMET) - The Man Who Killed Don Quixote (2016)

- FICS -

You Can, You Shall, You Must (multichapter) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Distracting Toby mid-film by being a brat 

Toby eating your pussy on the train + getting caught

- SNACCS -

Misc Toby HCs: fucking, protectiveness, aesthetics

Misc Toby HCs: thigh-riding, hair-braiding, polaroids

NSFW Alphabet: Kinks + WILDCARDS

Toby mustache HCs

RICK SMOLAN (au context) - Tracks (2013)

- FICS -

Meet Me in Moab (Vanlife!Rick AU) - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Watching sub!Rick jerk himself off for you

Rick shooting outdoor lingerie photos

Fucking a very touch-starved Rick

Making Rick cum in his pants

Rick worshipping readers phat titties

- SNACCS -

Roadtripping with Rick

Rick tickling and teasing your pussy

PAUL SEVIER - Midnight Special (2015)

- FICS -

Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier AU - coming soon!

- THOTS -

Praise kink with sweet Sevvy

Catching feelings for Sugar Daddy!Sevier

Sugar Daddy!Sevier comforting you during hard times

Paul spanking you with his file folders

Giving Sevvy head so good he cries

Overstimulating sub!Sevier

Somnophilia with Sevier

-SNACCS-

Sevier comforting sad reader

ALL OF THE BOYS

DOM/SUB x LAWFUL-NEUTRAL-CHAOTIC Chart

- THOTS -

Dirty texts from all of the boys

How the boys feel about stretch marks

Cute lil’ domestic arguments with Clyde, Ronnie, Charlie, Dan, + Flip

The boys with pregnant!reader

The boys on hickies and love-bites

The boys on period sex

Loving on fat!reader

Sunday morning snuggles and ~shagging~

How the boys would ask you to move in with them

The boys with a nonbinary!reader (they/them)

How the boys would spend a snow-day with you

- SNACCS -

The boys on thicc thighs

Dominant/submissive x LNC chart for the boys

Charlie + Ronnie comforting sad reader

~Soft~ hcs for Flip, Dan, Sevier, Ronnie, + Phillip

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 1

TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 2

TRUTH OR DARE with Charlie, Phillip, Ronnie, + Dan

Top three boys with a breeding kink

The boys on the BDSM test

Flip, Daddy!Charlie, Clyde, + Sackler on being called ‘himbos’

A lil’ bit of clit worship

Sweet + spicy hcs with Clyde + Sackler

Sweet + spicy hcs with Flip + Ronnie

What kind of porn the boys watch/read

Falling asleep and waking up with you

What to do to get the boys weak for you

Must-have songs on their “bedroom playlists”

How kinky do the boys get + fave positions

How the boys rate in the exhibitionist category

The boys taking care of you when you’re sick

NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare with Sackler + Charlie

NSFW Alphabet: WILDCARD

NSFW Alphabet: Experience

NSFW Alphabet: Dirty Secret

NSFW Alphabet: Location

NSFW Alphabet: No

The boys with a transman (transmasc!reader)

What the boys sound like before they cum

On finding out you’re bisexual

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Toby, Dan, + Rick

What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Charlie, Clyde, Flip, + Ronnie

How the boys give hugs

What the boys prefer to fuck

Reverse cowgirling Charlie, Dan, Sackler, + Clyde

What alcohol the boys like to drink

A few New Year’s Resolutions

How the boys feel about verbal debasement/degradation kink

Size kink with Flip, Ronnie, + Clyde

Favorite rewards for The Subby Boys (TM)

Romantic nights with Flip, Charlie, + Clyde

Reactions to participating in skin-care pamering night

On dating a reader who does camming

The Babie-Daddy-Gremlin Triangle

The boys helping you when you’re overwhelmed with work

WHICH OF THE BOYS...

Would be most likely to roleplay Mulder/Scully with you

Is most likely to cum on you vs. cum in you

Likes to be called “Sir” (for scientific purposes)

Has the biggest dick - part 1 

Has the biggest dick - part 2 (NSFW Alphabet)

Has the best cock

Prefer showers or baths

Is the dirtiest and softest

Give the best back scratches when tucking you in

Wear speedos vs. trunks

Want to bring snacks to sexytime (food kink)

Is an ass man vs. a boobs man

Would be into having a threesome, and what kind

Would want to have children*

Is the best at eating you out

Has the heaviest balls feat. @clydesducktape​

Love facials the most

Is most likely to eat ass

Do I ship with each other + threesome ideas : paul x rick threesome, flip x phillip

Like to dole out orgasm denial/edging

Is the cuddliest

Is most likely to fuck the bratty attitude out of you

Has an edging kink

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MATT THE RADAR TECHNICIAN

- FICS -

The Dungeon Master - AO3 - (1.7k words + 1.9k)

{part 1} - {part 2}

Matt plays D&D on Thursday nights, and you decide to interrupt him for a good dicking. You get more than you bargained for.

CHAOTIC DOM!Matt

-THOTS + SNACCS -

HCs: Matt the Radar Tech, Cameron the Actor, + Mr. Ketchup

HCs: very NSFW chaotic-dom!Matt the Radar Tech things

Matt the Radar Technician’s pet chinchilla, Greg by @rollerdiscodiva​

How you got together with Matt + misc HCs

A few Matt x chubby!reader HCs

Feral Matt the Radar Tech being... sweet??

What Matt’s cock is like

Feral Matt being a little sweet after sex

Crumbs on soft!Matt

Surprising Matt with some DnD cosplay sex

Matt + first-time somnophilia

Matt congratulating you for acing a test the way he knows best

Trying to give Matt a slow, sweet blowjob

Keeping grumpy Matty up late with some deepthroating

Sweet Matt buying you succulents

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SNL BOYS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Wearing Christmas Lingerie while Daddy McTavish tries to work on Zoom

Your first Christmas with Mr. McTavish and Mr. Pennyham (Sleepover Dad)

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KYLO/BEN SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

-THOTS + SNACCS -

Kylo’s guilty pleasures

Kylo fucking his hand in the refresher

How Kylo/Ben shows everyone you belong to him

Sub!Kylo begging you to let him cum

Tending to each other’s wounds after defeating Snoke’s guard

Dom!Kylo fucking your throat

Kylo/Ben and possessive behavior

Kylo and pregnant reader snaccs

Rough, post-battle sex with Kylo

Tending to Smuggler!Ben’s wounds (Mando!Reader)

Sucking Kylo’s cock in the refresher

Cockwarming in the throne room

Kylo watching you kick ass in training

Sparring with Kylo till he fucks you senseless

Daddy!Kylo Ren overstimming and spanking your pussy

Kylo/Ben taking care of you after a hard mh day

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SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS

KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST

A full month of kinky prompts with all your favorite boys!

Love Letters from The Boys

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KINKS/TROPES - (will be expanded)

-additionally, all of these are tags that can be blocked 🖤-

daddy kink

hurt/comfort

virginity kink / innocence kink

pregnancy kink

breeding kink

size kink

fluff

body positivity

light verbal degradation / degradation kink

light bondage / bondage

light exhibitionism / exhibitionism / voyeurism

semi-public sex

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i'll be home for christmas - yang jeongin

→word count: 1k →pairing: jeongin x gn reader →a/n: have this short little xmas thing as my gift to you lol. merry christmas! see you all next year

High school already feels so far away now that you’ve reached the finale of your first semester away at college. The joy that normally comes with Christmas is consumed by the fact that childhood has never felt so distant. No longer do you feel like a child returning home with a joyful heart at the idea of Christmas. Instead, there’s nothing but yearning for childhood to approach you again.

Leaving the train station with a suitcase trailing behind you and a bag hanging from your shoulders, you inhale the cold winter air. It smells like Christmas, the smell of pollution that taints the air mixed with the brew of snow falling gently from the clouds. The weight you drag reminds you of a time when your father would tote your bags around, and you’ve never felt more alone in this vast world.

The streets of Busan are busy, per usual, as everyone rushes to complete gift shopping. It’s Christmas Eve, their last chance.

It’s a miracle you can hail a taxi of your own.

“Home for the holidays?” the driver asks as he takes your suitcase and stuffs it into the trunk.

“Mhm,” you hum, pulling the back door open and slipping inside. The heat blasts from the A/C and dries your eyes out, but at least you’re safe from the nipping breeze outside.

You offer an address to the driver, and he promptly plugs it into the GPS.

The ride is quiet and you use this time to stare out the window, watching as the snowflakes rush to the sidewalk. Part of you wants to ask the man about his plans, but he seems serene with his eyes glued to the road. You imagine a false life for him, hoping that some parts are true. He’s working on Christmas Eve for the same reason everyone else is. A kid at home with big dreams the man wants to help them reach.

The streets become more familiar as you draw closer to ‘home’. You know you’re there when the car brakes in front of a house with white lights lining the roof. The only one in the neighborhood. Dad always thought they were better than the colorful ones, and Mom always nodded in agreement.

As you pay the driver, he grins, “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, sir,” you mimic his glee.

You wait and watch the car’s lights fade into the dark night before dragging your things up to the front door. A deep breath invades your lungs as you raise your fist to knock (Mom hates the sound of the doorbell), but a voice interrupts you.

“Y/N? I didn’t know you were coming home for Christmas!”

Your head swivels to the voice. A brunette boy smiles over the wall separating your house and the neighbor’s. His folded arms are resting on the cemented bricks, his chin resting upon them.

“Same for you.” You smile not to match his energy, but because it is an innate requirement.

“You know I have to come home. I have a little brother to amuse, you know?”

Yang Jeongin has a small, high dimple on his cheek. It flares when he talks about his family especially.

“So, how’s college up at Seoul University?” Jeongin tilts his head to get a better look at you.

“It’s good,” you nod, “not easy, that’s for sure.”

Jeongin giggles, “Right. But I’m sure you’re doing fine. You were always super good at all that academic stuff.”

Despite the freezing air biting at your cheeks, you feel warmth when he says this. It starts in your face, and then travels to your stomach.

“I’m glad you think so highly of me.”

“Always have,” he admits. Then, before you can interject, he says, “Go inside. Your parents probably miss you. I’ll catch you later.”

He hops down from the box giving him height to rest on the wall, and you hear him disappear into his house. You think you stood out in the snow for another ten minutes before finally knocking on the door to your home.

Christmas passes like it always does, in an underwhelming fall after the month-long build up. Your parents have gone to some New Year’s party for the day, even though there’s still four days remaining of the year.

The couch provides for a good resting spot for you and the family dog, Lucky, as you rewatch movies from childhood. Funnily enough, you’re not watching it. Neither is Lucky, as she snores loudly on your chest. You stare somewhere beyond the TV, thinking about Yang Jeongin.

He’s a cliche when paired with you. Childhood friends, neighbors nonetheless. Best friends all throughout school, but managed to grow distant when college came around.

There’s a knock on the door that pulls you from the pondering.

You push the sleeping dog off of you and take your time stumbling to the door. When you pull it open, Yang Jeongin’s little brother smiles up at you. You can see the resemblance clearly in the smiles.

He has a letter in his hands, folded neatly in half.

“This is for you,” he sheepishly sticks it out. You take it from his hands, and he quickly bows before running off.

“Dear Y/N,

Thank you for coming home for Christmas. I couldn’t find a way to admit this in person because it’s a little embarrassing, so I’ll say it here: your presence has been a greater present than anything I could ever receive. Don’t forget about me while you’re in college! Remember the cute boy who grew up with you, for he could never forget you.

Love only,

Yang Jeongin”

Peeking your head out of the doorframe, you glance over at the tall wall from which he normally talks to you. Though the boy isn’t there, you can feel him staring at you still.

Laughing, cheeks warm with gratitude, you call out, “I could never forget you, Yang Jeongin. Maybe you should text me more though so I really don’t.”

Your phone buzzes in your pocket almost instantly.

Yang Jeongin: Are you free on New Year’s Eve? I have a hunch you could use company.

You feel again a child as you stare down at your phone with a smile, thumbs typing out a “I’m free.”

Winter break just needs to last a little longer.

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