#i hope that you are cozy and warm and that your holiday season has been merry and bright

[luvtak]

birthday blues, psh

☆ pairing fratboy!sunghoon x reader

☆ genre/tw fluffy fluff fluff, a twinge of angst, sunghoon has a case of the birthday blues :(( i wrote the mc to be quite introverted, hand holding lmao, cheek kisses! a little miscommunication, a very sweet and soft getting together fic <33

☆ w/c 1705

☆ a/n happy holidays!! i began this fic on sunghoons birthday but because i am terrible at planning anything i just finished tonight lol, so heres a little present from me!! i hope you like it <3

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With the bad music and the smell of cheap beer, you find yourself regretting walking through the door. The house is bustling with conversation and rhythmless dancing–not a sweater in sight despite the frigid air outside. Not one person you know or like is occupying the four walls around you, and even worse, your drink is weak. 

The melting ice is enough to kick start a negotiation with yourself, you’ll leave after this drink… tell Sunghoon happy birthday, and then we’re gone. You’re not sure why you even bothered… you’ve been on three dates with the boy and barely kissed twice. While he’s handsome and funny, you don’t know if that's enough to endure another mindless frat party while your roommates are cozying up at home watching the new season of Love is Blind. 

While initially you held some reservations about going on another date with a frat boy, Sunghoon proved himself to be very sweet.

 The first date was nice, dinner and a movie (action which was ironically very boring) and a chaste cheek kiss that kept you up way past your desired Tuesday bedtime. His lips were soft and his eyes were kind–a sort of unfamiliar shy glimmer staring down at you. He was ever the gentleman, opening doors and making sure to tell you how pretty you looked… He was perfect. Which was odd for a guy who spent all his time with boys who carried a carousel of girls around. 

The second date was quick but sweet, a speedy lunch in between classes, leaving a smile on your face until you got home that night. He had asked about you the whole time, wanting to know how your day was, and if you had had a good time when you went out before. And finally, the third, wherein the very pretty boy asked you to come to his birthday party before placing a swift kiss upon your lips. 

It was almost like you were possessed. Feeling a great urge to be there to celebrate with him–very unlike the person you claim to be, but he asked so sweetly. His fanged smile was large and on display, and he had a look in his warm eyes that reminded you too much of an overloved puppy. Too much time with those eyes and you were agreeing before he could say please. 

Now, you wished you had the gift of prophecy. If you knew you wouldn’t see the boy once since walking through the doors 45 minutes ago you never would have said you’d come. Of course, it’s his birthday and you’re sure he’s busy being shuffled along friends and pretty girls who’ve long since held his favor, but he asked you to come and if you have to spend another minute listening to mindless chatter you might never speak to him again–no matter how much you like his company.

The boys next to you are crass and the girls much more indulgent than you feel prepared for. Enabling their counterparts with enough alcohol and shitty pick up lines to put you out for the whole year. And while listening in to others' conversations isn’t the nicest thing to do, the loud groanings of, “Hey, pretty lady…you’re heating up this whole place.” were just too nauseating to ignore. 

While slurred words are always swoonworthy, it may be time to head out. 

It is barely eleven, but you’re ready to go–ego bruised and brain ready to rest with some mind numbing television. Not too mention, phone long dead from too many tiktoks watched to pass the time. You can’t believe he didn’t even make an effort to say hello. You made it clear you didn’t like this sort of thing–would rather spend a Friday night away from the hubbub and cheer of a college party that lost its charm the spring of your freshman year. 

Whatever, if he didn’t care you’re just glad he showed his true colors sooner rather than later. While it sucks,  it’s no use crying over another too pretty boy. 

Peeling yourself from the back corner, you find yourself jostled this way and that until your skin meets the chilly December air. A momentary shock of relief rings through your gut, finally away from the rotten place a younger you loved, and an older you was over. 

The night for all its misadventures did end up being a pretty one; stars barely peeking through the light covered city and shining down on the car packed street. Straining your neck to see them for just a minute before making your way to your car, you eye a startling figure sitting on the frat house’s roof. 

A boy with a curious resemblance to Sunghoon, but why would the birthday boy be out here instead of at his own party? His hair is mussed and though he is far up, it’s easy to see the messy state of his clothes–sweatpants and a sweater one could only describe as something a grandfather would wear. 

“Sunghoon? What are you doing up there?” it's too far, but you think you can see the little lift of his lips, a look of relief gracing his features. 

“What do you mean? I’m waiting for you, didn’t you get my message?” His voice, while covered by the echoing party and the nighttime sounds, still carries over the expanse of the front yard as if he was in front of you–as confused as it was, it does little to ease the annoyance of before. 

“What are you talking about Park? I’ve been here for an hour and haven’t gotten anything from you.” 

“Oh I’m Park now? But it’s my birthday.” betrayed by your own temper, you can’t help but let your teeth show. His ever composed countenance running away as he whines his words. 

Maybe it’s dramatic and maybe he did send you a message, but the bitter pain of feeling ignored won’t go away just because he’s cute. 

Even if he is really really cute. 

“How am I supposed to know if you really did send me a message and aren’t just saying that now that you’ve been caught?” 

“Come on now, Silly, charge your phone.” he’s grinning now, tongue running along the points of his left canine. “I’d invite you up, but it looks like you may just push me off.” 

“Why are you up there anyway? There's a bunch of people in there waiting for the birthday boy.” 

It could be your imagination, or a trick of the shadows, but it’s almost like that one word made his whole body falter. Straight shoulders falling below his ears and long eyelashes hitting the peaks of his cheekbones. Eyes closed and figure sad. 

From a young age you’ve been rather curious; looking through hidden presents and asking too personal questions to the people around you, but you don’t think you’ve ever been more interested than now. Looking at this handsome boy–too early to love, but too late to ignore–sitting alone on his birthday is enough to make you pause. 

“Sunghoon? Are you okay? I won’t push you off if you help me up.” 

While he doesn’t answer your question, he does reach out a hand to show you the way. Laughing loudly when you stumble through the tree branches, and quick jabs at your obvious roof climbing inexperience. It’s only when you’ve safely landed next to him that you can really see the slightly blue expression on his face. Of course he’s smiling–you don’t think he’s ever looked at you without one, but there's something invading his form. An ever present dusk sitting along his spine. 

The both of you sit in silence for a long time, looking out at the street and laughing at the party goers retreating through the yard. Young men and women stumbling and giggling their way through another weekend. It’s only when the music changes from obnoxiously loud electronica to obnoxiously loud rap does he speak. 

“I’ve never really liked today, you know? I get so excited for it to come, thinking it's gonna be a magical day that changes everything. Then I wake up and it’s just another boring day. I guess I haven’t learned how to deal with the disappointment, 

I’m sorry you were in there alone, I– I wish I knew you went inside. I was hoping I’d catch you going in and bring you up here. I thought maybe if I spent it with you, it could be life changing. Exciting enough to be worth another year.” 

How interesting birthdays are, to be so momentous and yet so disenchanting. You wait 365 days for a moment to pass, another year older with no magic in sight. Although you can’t ignore that he believed you to be life changing. How sweet, to think after only three dates he’s already decided that you’re who he wants to spend his day with. Face warming and hands shaking, you’re able to let out a soft laugh, before finally answering, 

“Well, maybe we should just treat it like any other day. No cake or presents, I won’t even wish you a happy birthday." It's strange how this seemingly mean sentiment lights up his face: brown eyes becoming crescent moons, a goofy grin settling along his mouth. A look worthy of a birthday. 

“What should we do instead?” 

“Hmm, if you come with me right now we might be able to see the rest of Love is Blind with my roommates. Kazuha and Intak swore they wouldn’t watch the weddings without me… Only if you want to.” 

And the way you looked at him with wide eyes and a hopeful smile, how could he say no. How could he tell you that all day he wished he could spend it with you.

He helps you down and keeps your hand in his as you begin the trek back to your apartment. The night is cold, but his figure next to yours heats you right up–brightening the walk back to your apartment, and making you thank whatever power made you stop to look at the stars, never knowing the tall boy was wishing on every birthday cupcake that you’d join him on the roof and change his life.

© LUVTAK

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[stylesispunk]

"A broken ankle, karma rules"

no outbreak! Joel Miller x f! reader

Summary: you slipped on ice in front of your neighbor Joel and he ran to help you. warning: none besides a broken ankle, "peach" is reader's nickname, and probably grammar mistakes because I wrote this too fast. Word count: 2,6k a/n: This is the last piece of writing for the Christmas season! It's a short one but a lovely one. I'm actually dying because it's too hot here in my country (perhaps because Pedro is here) I hope you have a lovely Christmas Eve, take care of yourself and I hope there is so much love for you on your way!

dividers by @/plum98

It has been five months since your neighbor, Joel had moved to the house next to yours, in a neighborhood mostly habited by lovely elderly people, you were the youngest woman in this street, and the sweetheart, loved by everyone around. Well, you, your kind heart, warm personality, and the delicious pastries you baked since you were a professional baker.

And of course, the arrival of Joel changed the course of events at the neighborhood, at that sunny morning when he parked his car in front of his house, full of his belongings, clearly indicating he was taking the house.

At first, you didn’t understand the commotion outside when you spotted 3 of the ladies chatting and laughing with an unknown guy on the cobblestones in front of your yard, just when you were leaving for work.

As a shy person, you sometimes hated the new introductions and tried your best to avoid them, but this morning it seemed like the odds weren’t in your favor. Once you stepped outside your door, the three heads, well now four, turned to you, smiling, and the chatting stop abruptly.  You could swear the eyes of the stranger wide at your presence. You felt the rush creeping up your cheeks and swallow, making your war downstairs your porch.

“It’s our lovely baker here, come on sweats pea, let us introduce you both” one of the ladies said, her name was Betty and he was a lovely woman in her 80s.

You walked towards them, avoiding the lump in your throat and the stammer on your heart at the presence of the men next to Betty.

“Look, Joel. She is our lovely peach. Well, that’s not her name but we all call her that because she bakes the best peach tarts in this town” she beamed.

“Hi, nice to meet you, peach” he smirked, “I’m Joel” he took your hand to shake, and you swore there was an electric touch once your hands made contact.

"Joel, you have tried her peach tarts" Betty asked with a sly smile.

Joel, catching on to the playful matchmaking, replied, "I would love to."

As you blushed at that, Betty seized the moment. "Well, you're in for a treat! Peach, why don't you tell Joel about your baking journey? It's such a fascinating story."

“Well, I’m actually have to go to work but I-you. I’m, we can’t talk later” you replied, shyly, making your  

“And again, nice to meet you, Joel. I” you smiled, trying to avoid looking into his eyes.

It has been five months since that morning and you could say you and Joel got along well since then, you wouldn’t say you were both friends but you clearly could say you were on good terms and he was a great neighbor.

Since then, you had found out he was single, no wife, not girlfriend and not daughter, but he did have a dog that always switched his time between your house and his, trying somehow to pull you and Joel together.

And now, as the winter sky painted hues of lavender color in the horizon, you found yourself bundled up in a cozy blanket, sitting on the bench outside your doors with a steaming cup of tea cradled between your hands. The air was crisp, and the soft glow of holiday lights adorned the houses, casting a warm and festive ambiance.

Joel, with his dog by his side, approached quietly, the soft crunch of leaves beneath his boots announcing his presence. The winter silence was interrupted only by the distant sound of carolers and the occasional jingle of bells from some houses, and his presence.

"It's enchanting, isn't it?" Joel remarked, his breath forming a mist in the cold air as he settled beside you.

You smiled, the warmth of the tea contrasting with the chilly breeze, "Yes, there's something nice about winter evenings. Especially on the eve of Christmas."

Joel nodded, his gaze capturing the twinkle of Christmas lights around the neighborhood. "Absolutely. It's my first winter here, but there's a special charm to this season."

He turned to you, taking a look of your side profile looking at the sky. He hadn’t really paid attention of the beautiful features adorning your face. For him, you were clearly a gorgeous woman, but right now in the quietness of a winter afternoon and gorgeous colors around, he thought you looked breathtaking, and his heart stopped beating for a second.

He cleared his throat, “So, any plans for tomorrow night?”

You contemplated your answer for a while before answering the question, “Well, I’m just driving to my parents’ house. We aren’t really a big family so I’m spending the night with them” you smiled, turning to your side to face Joel “What about you?”

“With my parents. I mean they’re coming and my lil’ brother and kids. They all want to know the place I’m living now” he chuckled.

“If is not a bother, I would love to ask you if you could bake a peach tart for me?” his big brown eyes shone under the soft light left of the day “you promised once you would bring me one but you didn’t so…”

Your heart fluttered at the genuine warmth in Joel's request, and the winter chill seemed to retreat in the face of the newfound connection between you two.

"Of course, Joel. I'd be happy to bake a peach tart for you. It's the least I can do for my neighbor and his family," you replied, a grin spreading across your face.

Joel's eyes lit up with gratitude, and he flashed a grateful smile. "Thanks, peach. I can't wait to taste one." He stepped up from beside you and flashed you another smile “So, see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll knock at your door with a peach tart.” you beamed.

As you got ready to drive to your parent's house, your mind was filled with the joy of giving and the anticipation of the holiday night.

Before hitting the road, you took extra care in preparing the peach tart for Joel. The sweet aroma of baking filled your kitchen, creating an atmosphere of warmth and festivity. Once the tart was baked to perfection, you carefully wrapped it in a festive box, adding a touch of holiday magic with a ribbon.

The night before, the snow had painted the neighborhood in a blanket of white, transforming the cobblestones and rooftops into a winter wonderland. As you stepped outside, the chill of the morning air nipped at your nose, and you couldn't help but marvel at the serene beauty of the snowy landscape.

With the box in hand, you made your way carefully towards Joel's house, navigating the slippery cobblestones with caution. The snow had turned the quaint neighborhood into a picturesque scene, and the holiday lights twinkled against the snowy backdrop.

But just before you reached the stairs of the porch, your misstep, slipping on the icy pavement. A gasp escaped your lips, and time seemed to slow for a moment. The festive box containing the carefully prepared peach tart tumbled from your hands, landing with a soft thud on the snowy ground. Your heart raced as you tried to regain your balance, but the slippery surface had other plans.

“Damn it!” you yelled, at the impact, and you winced as you felt the cold seeping through your winter attire.

Just as the echoes of your frustration lingered in the air, a door creaked open. Joel, having heard your exclamation, rushed out of his house with concern etched on his face. His eyes widened as he took in the scene, the fallen box, the snowy ground, and you, trying to gather yourself.

"Peach, are you okay?" he called out, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You managed a sheepish smile as you felt the flush on your cheeks, "I'm fine, just a little clumsy in the snow."

Joel hurried over; his steps cautious on the slippery pavement. "Here, let me help you up," he offered, extending a hand.

But you yelped in pain as you tried to stand up, a sharp twinge radiating from your ankle.

Joel's expression shifted from concern to alarm as he saw the discomfort etched across your face. "Hold on, Emily. Don't force yourself up. Are you hurt?"

You winced, clutching your ankle. "I think I might have twisted it. It hurts."

Without hesitation, Joel carefully crouched down beside you, his eyes scanning for any signs of serious injury. "Let me take a look," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

As he examined your ankle, you couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. The peach tart, now forgotten in the snowy commotion, lay beside you. The chilly air seemed to intensify as Joel's worried gaze focused on your ankle.

"I'm no expert, but it might be best if we get you inside and have a closer look," Joel suggested, his concern evident on his voice.

You nodded, appreciating his attentiveness. With Joel's support, you managed to stand, albeit with difficulty. Together, you limped towards his front door, the snow underfoot now a hindrance rather than a picturesque setting.

Once inside, Joel helped you settle into a chair. "I think it might be a good idea to have a doctor take a look at your ankle. I can drive you to the hospital."

But instead of uttering a word, you started crying. Embarrassment and sadness clouded your mind, with a possible broken ankle you wouldn’t be able to drive to your parent’s house and you just had ruined Joel’s tart.

Joel, seeing your distress, knelt down beside you, his expression a blend of concern and empathy. "Hey, it's okay. Accidents happen, and your health is what matters most right now. We'll figure things out."

“But I ruined your tart” you sobbed, into your palms.

“I don’t care about the tart now, but you, okay? Let me drive you to the hospital” he said, looking out his car keys.

“No, Joel, I can drive myself” you insisted, attempting to push away the feeling of being a burden.

"Don't be a dummy, peach," he said, using the endearing nickname. Joel gently took your hands away from your face, looking into your eyes with sincerity. "Your health is more important. We'll figure out the rest later. Let me help you."

Feeling embarrassed, you nodded, realizing the truth in his words. With Joel's support, you allowed him to guide you to his car, the winter chill contrasting with the warmth of his concern.

As Joel drove carefully through the snowy streets to the hospital, a quiet and comfortable silence settled between you two. The twinkling Christmas lights outside seemed to blur in the background as your thoughts focused on the unexpected turn of events.

"I appreciate your help, Joel," you finally said, breaking the silence.

He glanced at you, a reassuring smile on his face. "That's what neighbors do, right? Look out for each other. Plus, I wouldn't want you driving with a potentially broken ankle."

Your previous accident hit you again, and you sighed. "This wasn't how I imagined spending Christmas Eve."

Joel nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Life has a way of surprising us. Perhaps, something good may happen after this” he said, looking to the front of the road.

Arriving at the hospital, Joel helped you out of the car and into the emergency room. As you waited for the doctor, the events of the day played in your mind. Despite the unexpected twists, you found solace in the genuine care Joel had shown towards you right now, as he took care of you by holding your hand tightly as you both wait for the doctor to attend your ankle.

After what felt like an eternity, the doctor finally arrived, breaking the quiet tension in the emergency room. Joel stood by your side, holding your hand tightly, offering a reassuring anchor as the doctor began to assess your ankle.

The doctor examined the X-rays and then turned to you with a composed expression. "Well, it seems you have a broken ankle. Nothing too severe, but you'll need to be cautious and follow the recommended care for a proper recovery."

You nodded, absorbing the news with a mix of resignation, and the doctor continued to explain the care instructions, detailing the use of crutches, the importance of keeping weight off the injured foot, and the expected timeline for healing.

Joel listened attentively; his concern evident in his eyes. However, to your surprise, the doctor, with a knowing smile, glanced between you and Joel.

"You're fortunate to have such a supportive boyfriend," the doctor said, assuming Joel was your boyfriend.

“Oh, he is-“

“Of course, everything for taking care of my girl” Joel interrupted, playing along with the assumption. He smiled warmly at you, as the grip on your hand gently tightened.

You exchanged a surprised glance with Joel, realizing that he was choosing to support the charade. The doctor continued, providing further guidance and answering any questions you both had.

As the appointment concluded, the doctor left the room, leaving you and Joel alone once again. You couldn't help but feel confusion at Joel’s behavior.

“Why did you do that?” you asked, curious.

Joel looked at you with a sheepish grin, his eyes reflecting a mix of playfulness and sincerity. "Well, it just seemed easier at the moment. Plus, I didn't want to complicate things. It's not like it's hurting anyone, right?"

“oh” you said, your tone disappointed.

“And because I think you are beautiful” he said, once he felt the disappointed in your voice “And I don’t care about peach tarts when I would rather taste the lips of the person who bakes them” he confessed.

Joel's confession hung in the air, and you found yourself caught between surprise and a growing warmth in your cheeks.

"I didn't mean to disappoint you," Joel said, a hint of concern in his eyes.

Your disappointment had quickly shifted to a mixture of surprise and something else—a fluttering sensation in your stomach. "No, Joel, it's not that. I just didn't expect—"

He gently interrupted, "Expect the unexpected, right? Life has a way of surprising us, I told you earlier” he said, smirking.

"Beautiful, huh?" you teased, attempting to lighten the moment.

Joel grinned, "Oh, absolutely.” He continued, "And as for the peach tart, I'd gladly trade it for a taste of something sweeter."

With a subtle shift, Joel leaned in, closing the distance between you. The moment felt like a suspended breath, a pause in time where the unexpected had become a canvas for something beautiful.

Your heart raced as Joel's lips met yours, the taste of your lips was just as sweet as he imagined, and the world outside, covered in a blanket of white, seemed to fade away as the warmth of your new found connection met in both of your lips moving against each other.

As the kiss deepened, you started to feel breathless, a rush of emotions swirling within you, and you even felt grateful for breaking your ankle because it led you to Joel.

the taste of the shared kiss created a sense of completeness, as if the universe had conspired to bring you together on this snowy Christmas Eve. The initial disappointment and frustration had given way to a profound appreciation for the serendipitous journey that had unfolded throughout the day.

When the kiss finally broke, you found yourself looking into Joel's eyes, a silent language being spoken between looks.

“Yes, definitely sweeter than a tart” Joel remarked, a playful glint in his eyes.

Joel remarked, the playful glint in his eyes creating a shared laughter that echoed in the quiet space.

You chuckled, the joy of the moment enveloping you both. "I guess breaking my ankle wasn't the worst thing that could've happened today."

Joel grinned, "Who would've thought a slip on the icy pavement could lead to all this?" His eyes held amusement

“Merry Christmas, peach,” he said, kissing you again.

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[simmergetic]

Santa's 'Lil Wonderland

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Happy Holidays! I am so excited to announce that Santa's 'Lil Wonderland is officially uploaded! I put a lot of time and effort into this build and had so much fun creating it. I hope you have just as much fun playing it. Hope you all have a great holiday season. Don't hesitate to PM me if you have any questions!

A few notes...

-this lot has been play tested with no issues found

-it is recommended you clear your cache and thumbnails before attempting to open this lot as it requires a lot of memory

-this lot is free of custom content

-requires ALL expansions including Holiday Stuff

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Santa’s Retreat

“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire… Jack Frost nipping at your nose.”

As the freezing temperatures set in over the quaint village, many seek shelter and comfort in Santa’s Retreat in hopes of easing holiday stress. Some will get warm by the fireplace while listening to sounds of the piano, while others might head upstairs for a massage from the village’s best (and only) massage therapist around or sweat out all those Christmas cookies in the hot ‘n toasty sauna. After some much needed relaxation, why not head downstairs and have a good ‘ole toast with those they love around the Christmas tree, perhaps make some hot soup in the mini bar, touch up on piano skills or just simply relax and unwind on the couch with a good movie? No matter who you are, Santa’s Retreat is sure to offer a warm and inviting atmosphere to ring in the holiday cheer and spirit!

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Santa’s Toy Store & Workshop

“Our finest gifts we bring, Pa rum pum pum pum”

What will the kids do on this little holiday trip, you might ask? Fear not, as Santa’s Toy Store and Workshop will be sure to keep the kids entertained for hours! Planes… trains… and automobiles…. Oh my! While parents and grandparents shop around for that one special gift, the kids can let their imagination run wild at the train table, zoom around remote controlled hot rods and helicopters or perhaps find something fun in one of the toy chests! And for parents who are just as much kids like their own, they can head upstairs to Santa’s Workshop and learn how to make their own toys… oh, the simoleons that will be saved this Christmas! And don’t forget to check out those picturesque views on the rooftop… capture that special moment and paint the perfect holiday picture. Just don’t freeze up there… brrrr. It’s a lil chilly!

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Santa’s Clubhouse (more pictures coming soon)

“And they never let poor Rudolph Join in any reindeer games”

Join in any reindeer games, you say? No one needs to feel left out… as there are certainly no shortage of games here at Santa’s Clubhouse! This central area of the village is a great place to seek refuge, catch up with friends and family with chats by the fire and play timeless games upstairs. So… how about a coffee, nice game of chess by the fireplace and a holiday movie afterwards? Sounds quite delightful. What’s that? You’ve got more simoleons than you know what to do with? Hmm… I know! How about a game of poker? Just don’t lose all your money before enjoying the other festive activities this wonderland’s got to offer!

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Cheers! Bar & Bistro

“And later we’ll have some pumpkin pie… And we’ll do some caroling”

Pop! Sizzle! Delish! What better way to ring in the holiday than at Cheers Bar & Bistro? Right next store from Santa’s Clubhouse you’ll find a grand hallway and entrance to this cozy restaurant nestled up on a hill overlooking the entire village. Grab some holiday cheer inspired drinks at the bar and dine downstairs for or make your way upstairs to the family style dining room complete with a fireplace and covered outdoor dining! Whether you’re in it for the drinks or just want a little date night with the honey, Cheers is sure to leave everyone full of tasty food and fun!

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Holiday Stop ‘N Shop (pictures coming soon)

“Joy to the world, my shopping’s done…”

So you made it to Santa’s Wonderland… but you just realized… it’s so cold and you didn’t bring your winter clothes…. One stop by The Holiday Stop ‘N Shop will surely fix that! This clothing store features an indoor/outdoor shopping experience with more great views of the village and skating rink. In addition there’s magazines and cologne for sale to make this lil shopping trip well worth it!

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Enjoy! And Happy Holidays to you and your family. <3

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[promptfairy]

❥     𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘    [   𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂    ]   .

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“   last christmas ,   i gave you my heart .   ” “   i kept my distance ,   but you still caught my eye .   ” “   tell me ,   do you recognize me ??   ” “   now i know what a fool i’ve been .   ” “   if you kissed me now ,   i know you’d fool me again .   ” “   i was hiding from you   &   your soul of ice .  ” “   my god ,   i thought you were someone to rely on .   ” “   i guess i was just a shoulder to cry on .   ” “   now i’ve found a real love ;   you’ll never fool me again .  ” “   i thought you were here to stay .   ” “   how could you love me for only a day ??   ” “   i thought you were someone special .   ” “   i don’t want a lot for christmas .   ” “   i don’t care about the presents underneath the christmas tree .   ” “   i just want you for my own ,   more than you could ever know .   ” “   make my wish come true .   ” “   all i want for christmas is you .   ” “   i won’t even wish for snow .   ”

“   i’m just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe .   ” “   i’m feeling christmas all around .   ” “   it’s hard to focus when i see him walking across the room .   ” “   i’m avoiding every mistletoe until i know it’s true love .   ” “   i want to let you unwrap me .   ” “   this year ,   i’ve got to be smart .   ” “   later ,   we’ll have some pumpkin pie   &   do some caroling .   ” “   in the meadow ,   we can build a snowman .   ” “   it’s the most wonderful time of the year .   ” “   you are my home for all seasons .   ” “   please don’t cry ,   it’s christmas .   ” “   i only want you under my mistletoe .   ” “   i might change your contact to   ‘  has a huge north pole .  ’   ” “   i’ve been a bad girl ,   i guess i’m getting coal .   ” “   let me come warm you up ,   you’ve been out in the snow .   ” “   you’re my wishlist .   ” “   looking at you’s got me thinking christmas .   ” “   it’s been a long ,   hard year .   ”

“   let’s hope the snow will make christmas right .   ” “   sure it’s madness ,   but it’s magic .   ” “   i just want a cozy little christmas here with you .   ” “   you’re the only one i’m wishing for .   ” “   we were dreamers not so long ago .   ” “   there’s no time to waste ;   there’s so much to celebrate .   ” “   tell me what’s on your wishlist ,   i wanna make it come true .   ” “   i don’t think i’m gonna make it through the winter ,   babe .   ” “   santa won’t bring you somebody who loves you more than me .   ” “   you’re gonna leave me all alone ??   on christmas ??   ” “   can’t we just snuggle underneath the tree by the fireplace ??   ” “   you know i make those cookies you like .   ” “   maybe this christmastime ,   you’ll finally realize that i could be the one to give you everything you want .   ” “   greeting cards have all been sent .   ” “   i still have one wish to make .   ” “   in my dreams ,   i’m christmasing with you .   ” “   every day is a holiday when i’m near to you .   ” “   if there is love in your heart   &   your mind ,   you will feel like christmas all the time .   ” “   merry christmas ,   darling .   ”

#sentence starters #sentence meme #christmas starters #christmas meme #rp starters #rp meme #rp prompts #roleplay starters #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #never realized how many h*rny christmas songs there are until i made this lol #also sorry for all the random spaces tumblr has made formatting these literally impossible & like for no reason

[dreamypqulson]

— everything is icy and blue, and you would be there too

summary: cordelia knows you’ve been feeling down this holiday season so she brings the holiday cheer to you.

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1100

warnings: mention of depression but it’s not a depressing fic :)

Cordelia walks into her bedroom that she shares with you. The room is dim and she can hardly see you bundled under a pile of blankets on the bed. You haven't got up at all today. At least she hasn't seen you get up. She's worried.

Christmas is your favorite holliday. Every year you outdo yourself; decorating, checking off every Christmas activity, and making sure Cordelia and all the girls at the academy are having a great holiday.

However, this year has been tough on you mentally. By now, the last month of this year, you're completely drained. You don't feel the Christmas magic like you do every year. Hell, you even forgot that it was December.

You don't want to do anything.

What's the point?

Cordelia walks over to the bed. She can see your eyes peaking out of the warm blankets, staring blankly at the ceiling as if you see something that she doesn't.

She sighs and lays down beside you, wrapping her arms around your waist without saying a word. You don't really want to talk. Cordelia knows that. So, instead, she lets her presence speak for itself. She's right here with you and if you feel like talking, you know you can talk to her.

It doesn't take you that long to finally say something. She misses your voice and hearing you ramble about the silliest stuff. To her dismay, you don't really sound like yourself and the only thing you have the energy to ask is, "Aren't you and the girls decorating?"

It's weak and brittle and sad, your voice, and it shatters Cordelia heart into a million pieces. "We finished a little bit ago," she says, "it didn't feel right without you."

A single tear rolls down your eye and it's on the opposite side that Cordelia's not on so luckily she doesn't see it. However, she hears you sniffling and her nurturing side quickly comes out.

Cordelia leans up on her elbow, looks down at you and frowns. You can't even look her in the eyes. "Oh, my baby," she cups your cheek and brushes away the tear with her thumb. Her hands are warm, but the comforting type of warm that makes your whole body ignite a cozy fire.

"You need some christmas cheer, sweetie," she whispers. And she's know; you both know, that it's not going to cure you, but god, she wish it would. It's enough to make you weakly giggle and she smiles at you with a sparkle in her eyes.

She leans down and kisses your pinkish lips and it's so gentle that it’s just so Cordelia. Her hand slides down your arm until she finds your hand and holds it. "Come on," she says, and tries to pull you out of bed, but you keep you weight down as much as you can.

"Delia, nooo. Where are we going?" You whine and try to take your hand back but she's so much stronger than you.

"You need to get in the Christmas spirit, missy!" She tries to drag you out again. She's winning; your body's halfway out of the bed and you’re struggling not to give in.

"Deliaaa. No!" You're not yelling at her, because she's too sweet to even be annoyed at. She's just trying to get you out of bed so you don't rot away, you know that.

"I'm not taking no for an answer right now." She's all smiley like it's the funniest thing in the world and she really thinks you're just the prettiest thing, even with your messy hair and stubborn attitude.

Somehow, Cordelia finally gets you onto your feet. You stand there with your arms crossed, looking completely unamused and trying to not to show her that you think she's seriously being really cute.

"Okay let's go, you have to see the tree that I put up!" She drags you down the stairs and you hoped that the other girls weren't around to see how awful you looked. And because you really aren't in the mood to speak to any other than your girlfriend.

Cordelia is just easy to be around in your hardest times. She just understands you and she's so soft and gentle.

The staircase had tinsel and lights wrapped around it. It looked beautiful, she was always good at decorating. The entire downstairs was decorated and you felt a little pain of sadness knowing that Cordelia had to do all of this without you.

You finally get to the living room. The huge yearly Christmas tree is right in the corner, glowing with gold lights and an assortment of ornaments from you, Cordelia and the other girls throughout the years hanging on the branches.

One ornament that catches your attention hangs on the very front in the middle. It's a ceramic wreath with a picture of Cordelia kissing your cheek. You got it made for Cordelia last year. You feel tears building up in your eyes, and thanks to the bright lights, they so obviously glimmer.

Cordelia looks over at you to catch your reaction. It almost brings her to tears too. "Oh honey—"

"It's beautiful, Cordelia," you say, and swallow the lump in your throat. You look over at your girlfriend to meet her eyes and you smile. For the first time in a while you genuinely smile.

"Thank you, my sweets. But it's missing something." There's that mischievous smirk again. You questionably raise your eyebrow at her and she walks over to the bin of extra decorations that she has yet to put away.

She pulls out the big yellow star that has been put on that tree for longer than she's been alive. "I just couldn't do this part without you."

You want to cry. You're going to cry. But you cannot keep wearing like this so you choke the tears back and smile.

"Oh Cordelia—"

Cordelia can clearly see how emotional you're getting. With her free hand, she tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling at you. "Shh. I know. It's okay." She didn't want you to hold back any of your emotions. She was a completely safe person to be emotional around. "Here, I’ll hold you so you can reach. Okay?"

You nodded at her and she handed you the star. You walked up to the tree that was way taller than you. You felt her strong arms grip your waist and your feet lifting effortlessly off the ground.

"Don't drop me," you said, jokingly as you leaned a little bit forward to stick it into the very top of the tree. It was a quick and simple move, and once you were back on your feet, you were still in her arms, your face mere inches away from hers.

"I'll never drop you,"  she whispered so quietly and leaned forward to kiss you. You giggled into it like a teenager in love. She made everything feel okay again and somehow brought back that Christmas spirit. "How about you get comfy and put on a Christmas movie? I'll make us some hot chocolate, my love."

#sarah paulson #wlw #american horror story #cordelia goode #ahs #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia foxx #cordelia foxx x reader #billie dean howard #lana winters #ally mayfair richards #wilhemina venable

[charlesslut16]

-Matching cristmas pyjamas-

summary : you and liam wear matching christmas pyjamas and have adventures...

PAIRING : liam lawson x fem!reader

WARNINGS : none

note : Hope you like it lovies!

december masterlist ; masterlist 

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The air was infused with the spicy scent of cinnamon and pine, and the twinkling lights danced merrily, casting a warm glow on everything around you both.

Liam Lawson, your boyfriend, and you were immersed in the holiday spirit, sporting matching Christmas sweaters and pants adorned with playful reindeer and snowflakes.

The vibrant colors mirrored your excitement for the festive season.

They strolled hand in hand through the bustling Christmas market, reveling in the joyful atmosphere. Liam's eyes sparkled with delight as he pointed out the various stalls showcasing handcrafted ornaments and delicious treats.

The air was filled with laughter and the melodic tunes of holiday music, setting the perfect backdrop for your day.

With rosy cheeks from the chilly air, you stopped at a hot chocolate stand, eagerly wrapping your hands around the steaming mugs. Liam's smile was contagious as he watched you take the first sip, a marshmallow perched on the edge of your cup.

"How's the cocoa?" he asked, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Absolutely perfect," you replied, smiling back at him. The couple lingered, savoring the warmth of the hot chocolate and each other's company, enjoying the simple joy of being together.

Your next stop was an ice-skating rink nestled in the heart of the market. Liam laced up your skates with care, his fingers brushing gently against his girlfriends, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

As you glided hand in hand across the glistening ice, your matching sweaters, matching pants and laughter painted a picture of pure happiness.

Liam, ever the adventurer, spun you around gracefully, his laughter ringing in harmony with the joyful holiday tunes. With each glide, you felt more connected to him, as though both were dancing to the rhythm of your love.

After your ice-skating escapade, you found ourselves in a cozy corner of the market, surrounded by festive decorations. Liam's eyes lit up mischievously as he spotted a booth offering personalized ornaments.

The couple eagerly stepped up, selecting a delicate glass bauble adorned with their names entwined in a glittering script. The first family ornaments of many to follow.

Watching as your names were delicately inscribed, Liam whispered in your ear,

"A memory of our tree, just like each moment with you, is a cherished memory in my heart."

My cheeks flushed with warmth, and you leaned into him, feeling an overwhelming rush of love.

"You always know how to make everything magical," you murmured, wrapping your arms around his waist.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, you made your way to a cozy café adorned with fairy lights and garlands. The scent of freshly baked cookies and gingerbread greeted you, inviting the couple to savor the delights of the season.

Liam's eyes sparkled as he savored a gingerbread cookie, a sprinkle of sugar dusting his nose.

With a mischievous grin, you reached out and gently wiped away the sugar with your thumb. Liam chuckled, reaching for a dollop of whipped cream from your hot cocoa, and playfully dabbed it on your nose.

Soon, the couple were both covered in sugary delights, laughing like carefree children.

As the evening drew to a close, you found ourselves sitting by a crackling fireplace, enveloped in the warmth of your shared affection. Liam took your hand, his gaze soft and filled with tenderness.

"Today has been perfect because I spent it with you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

Tears welled up in his girlfriend's eyes as you leaned in, resting your head on his shoulder.

"You make every moment special," you whispered, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the love you shared.

The day had been a symphony of joy, laughter, and love, woven together with the threads of your matching sweaters. And as you basked in the glow of the holiday lights, you knew that the memories of this day, wrapped in warmth and love, would forever hold a special place in the couple's hearts.

#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 fluff #liam lawson blurb #liam lawson f1 #liam lawson x y/n #liam lawson x reader #liam lawson imagine #liam lawson #liam lawson speaks out on williams links after red bull snub #christmas #masterlist

[gaybananabread]

Squealing Santa 2023 - Gift for @randommusicalfluff

Happy Holidays @randommusicalfluff! I’m happy I got paired with you, love your art! I’ve never written for Welcome Home before, but I finally got a good reason! Full disclosure, I tried my best to go all out; sorry if it’s a bit crazy. Again, happy holidays if you celebrate, and I hope you Enjoy!

(Big thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting @squealing-santa again; I love this event and the fact that you made it possible! Amazing job as always!)

Lee: Eddie, Frank

Ler: Frank, Eddie

Fandom: Welcome Home

Summary: Frank is freezing in the chilly weather of winter. Lucky for him, he has a living teddy-bear for a partner. When said partner is sleepy, though, some fluffy tickles ensue. Eddie decides to return the favor, albeit gently.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Frank shivered in the coolness of the post office, his thicker sweater vest doing little to keep him warm. Snow fell in delicate flakes outside, leaving little water dots against the window on contact. The insect lover would much rather be snuggled up in blankets in front of a warm fire, but he promised Eddie that he’d be patient. He was regretting that promise.

“Alright, darlin’! All done with sortin’ tomorrow’s letters. Ready to head in?” A warm fuzz entered Frank’s chest when he heard that southern drawl. Not enough to distract him from the crisp air, of course, but it helped. “Absolutely; it’s much too cold in this office. You really must get a nicer heater for this room.” 

The gray-skinned puppet moved to his partner’s side, a small smile gracing his lips when Eddie raised his arm and pulled him in close. He was so warm; Frank could’ve stayed there for the rest of the season.

Eddie just chuckled, unlocking the thick door that separated his living quarters from the post office. He couldn’t understand why Frank was so cold; the southern man just had a thin flannel over his usual postal attire. He led Frank over to an armchair, handing him a blanket and turning to the fireplace. “C’mon, freezer-bug. I’ll get the heat goin’.” 

That got an eye-roll and a few mumbles from the logical puppet. Freezer-bug? It was snowing outside! Eddie was just too cozy, with his soft belly, warm eyes, tender embrace, rich voice…oh dear. Frank felt his cheeks heat up, adding to the fuzzy feeling. Heat sounded nice, though he’d prefer cuddles.

Soon, the heater whirred, struggling to warm both the post office and his home. Frank wrapped the blanket snugly around his shoulders, trying to warm up. He could’ve used a squishy teddy-bear right about then. “You coming, dear?”

Eddie shook his head, lifting the lankier puppet up and placing him in his lap. He laid the blanket across both of them, rubbing Frank’s back to try and warm him. The long day of sorting mail and delivering packages that morning had him all tuckered out; soon, his eyes were drifting closed, his arms going slack on his partner’s back.

Normally, Frank would’ve just let him sleep and enjoyed the closeness. He had been waiting for cuddles all day, however, and had been teased for shivering. It was obviously lighthearted, but Frank was nothing if not a creature of spite. Some payback was in order.

Frank’s nimble fingers kneaded into his partner’s plush belly, squeezing and poking at the center. Eddie giggled sleepily, moving one hand to swat at the ticklish feeling. His partner had to stifle a chuckle as he dodged the hand, squeezing and poking at the squishy area above his waist.

A groggy yelp burst from the red-haired man, his hands shooting to grab Frank’s wrists. The gray puppet wasn’t about to let that slide; he shoved at Eddie’s tangerine hands, continuing to tickle the wonderful pudge. “D-DAHAharlihin’?! Whahahat’re yaha dohohoin’?!”

“Well, you’ve made me wait for affection all day, and you *were* being rather mean about my shivering. I need to get some kind of revenge, dear. You understand, yes?” Frank moved his wiggly fingers to Eddie’s ribs, sending the man into a fit of laughter.

“I-IHIHIHI’M SAHAHARRY! IHI’LL GIHIVE YA AHAHALL THE CUHUHUDDLES YOUHU WAHAHANT!” Frank just chuckled, holding on tight and teasing his partner’s ribs. He loved the sound of Eddie’s laughter best. It was so bright, rich and full; such an easy thing to melt at. For the moment, though, he was strong.

Frank’s fingers moved to tug at the fabric of his partner’s tucked-in shirt. The soft fabric gave easily, exposing the soft felt of his tangerine belly. “Ah, what a sight. This tum of yours looks awfully cozy, Mr. Dear. I hope you don’t mind~” Before Eddie could protest any further, eight cold fingers were scribbling on his poor belly.

“F-FRAHAHAHANK! NAHAHAT THAHAT!” Of course he minded! Eddie normally refrained from using Frank’s first name, per their little habit; pet names or Mr. Frankly was what he stuck with. He couldn't help it, it tickled! The cool temperature somehow made everything twice as sensitive.

Frank gasped, letting his dramatic side take over. “*Frank*? When did we get so unprofessional?! You’ve *insulted* me, Mr. Dear. This cannot go unpunished.” *Oh, what a drama king*…

He paused for a second, hovering his hands above Eddie for a moment. Eddie was about to whine, his protests dying in his throat when he saw where those wiggling fingers were heading. His hips were horrible, and everyone in the neighborhood knew it. *Especially* Frank. Oh boy… 

“D-Daharlin’ no! Wahahait, lehet’s talk ‘bout thihis! Ya don’t gotta- GYEEAAAH!” Frank let his hands touch down on Eddie’s hips, giving the love handles a firm squeeze. The postman squealed, jolting so hard he almost sent Frank flying. It didn’t deter the entomophile; he only dug in further.

The poor postman was an incoherent mess, sputtering through his loud, boisterous laughter. “F-FRAHAHAHA! IHI CAHAHA- IHI’M SAHAHARRY! YEHER KIHIHIHILLIN’ MEHEHE!” He bucked and thrashed, his slick red hair quickly becoming a mussed-up mess. So much for staying sharp…

“Oh, come now. Your hips can’t possibly be *that* ticklish. It’s illogical.” Frank smirked, kneading his partner’s hips and drilling his thumbs into the plush skin. Eddie flailed as he cackled, trying and failing to do anything but sit there and toss his head back with laughter. “Then again, you have always been a bit of an anomaly. I guess southern gentlemen are exempt from that rule.”

The tickle-drunk postman giggled and panted, his belly quivering as he tried to regain his composure. A beautiful red hue decorated his face, pairing wonderfully with his sunset-colored felt. “Ohoho gohosh… Geheez, Mr. Frankly. Thahat was mihighty mean…”

Eddie drummed his legs against the chair, losing his marbles over the tickling. It was so bad! Frank didn’t normally go that far with his tickles, but he definitely was that time.

Eddie’s hand tapped at Frank’s arm, signaling that he really couldn’t handle any more. The lanky puppet immediately stopped, moving to rub his partner’s belly soothingly. He didn’t really need to, but it felt right; plus, his hands were still cold.

Frank huffed, rolling his eyes and snuggling up to Eddie. “Oh, hush. You know you enjoyed it, *dearest*~” He felt his cheeks heat further, the butterflies in his stomach going wild. The man blamed Frank’s insect obsession.

Even though he was tired, he wrapped his arms around Frank and held him close. Any thoughts of moving to the bedroom were gone, the armchair and Frank seeming as comfortable as ever. Eddie sighed, relaxing into the plush fabric and playing with the other puppet’s hair. “Whooo…got me plum tuckered, darlin’. Was there s’posed to be a point to all’a that?”

Frank just shrugged, getting comfortable on his warm “bed” for the night; time had really flown. “It seemed enjoyable, and it absolutely was. Besides, all that laughing warmed you up. Now I’ve got a nice warm bed…” The puppet had no shame, smiling softly and curling up even further.

Eddie huffed at his reasoning; only Frank… He was about to do the same until a fun idea popped into his head. A little retribution would be nice, and his partner *was* still complaining about being cold. Even if he was tired, the red-haired man was ready to give Frank a taste of his own medicine.

Pretending to doze off again, Eddie wrapped his arms around Frank and laid his hands on the bug lover’s sides. Frank thought nothing of it, assuming his dear would be too tired for revenge; oh, how wrong he was. Right as Frank’s eyes closed, Eddie struck. He wiggled his fingers into the gray puppet’s soft sides, using his arms to hold him tight.

Frank squeaked, a pink glow showing on his gray cheeks. “D-dehehearest! Ihi thohohought youhu wehehere tihihired!” The postman just smiled fondly, a gleam of mischief in his warm eyes. “Oh, I am. I reckon some payback’s in order before my nap, don’tcha think?” His tangerine-colored fingers gently scribbled and squeezed along Frank’s sides, pulling giggle after giggle from him.

The butterfly enthusiast flapped his hands, Eddie’s strong arms restricting any other movement. His partner cooed at the stims, granting himself one small kiss to the top of Frank’s head. “Yer adorable, darlin’. Flappin’ your hands like a lil’ butterfly~” 

Frank had to resist the urge to melt at the kiss, opting for more fruitless squirming. He tried to keep the gag going, but the puppet *could not* take what he dished out. “M-mihister- daharn it, Eddiehehehe!” 

The southern man gasped, a wide smile taking over his features; he’d never had the best poker face. “And you yelled at me and everythin’! Look’it you, callin’ me by my first name. Yer lucky I’m such a nice fella.” Eddie teased each of Frank’s ribs, making the intellectual fellow squeak and squeal. It was so unfairly gentle…

“Dehehearest! Plehehease!” The radiant blush against Frank’s gray felt was honestly adorable to Eddie. He could look at it all day, the lovely sound of his giggles pairing perfectly. However, he knew that the other puppet was tired, and that they could both seriously use a nap. Reluctantly, Eddie slowed to gentle traces, drawing small shapes across Frank’s sides and lower back.

“Ohoho dear…thahank you.” Frank took a few giggly breaths, melting into the gentle touch. “No problem, buggy-boo. Now you get your nap.” The postman kissed his head, adjusting the blanket and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. 

Frank was out in seconds, the warmth of his partner’s embrace and the slight exhaustion from giggling sending him straight to dreamland. Eddie chuckled fondly as he watched him doze off; it was too cute.

Shifting in the armchair, he closed his eyes, arms still around Frank as he joined the other puppet in a nap. Snow continued to fall outside, the temperature steadily dropping; in the comfort of Eddie’s home, however, the two couldn’t be happier. The perfect end to a cold winter’s day: a tickly cuddle session and nap with a lover.

#ss2k23 #wh tickle #lee!eddie #ler!frank #lee!frank #ler!eddie #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #squealing santa 2k23 #ticklish!frank #ticklish!eddie #frankly dear #welcome home tickle #switch!frank #switch!eddie #wh eddie dear #wh frank frankly

[copias-sewer-rat]

happy holidays! ❄️ tis I, here to request a new ask for the season!

could you write each of the paps with their s/o during the holidays? (making cookies, seeing holiday lights, watching movies etc.) ❤️ thank you! Hope you’re doing well!

Hi, love! Thank you so much for the ask! I am currently working on the last chapter of my Secondo fic so this might be a bit short. I hope it is fluffy enough to warm you during the holidays!

Happy Holidays to everyone btw! Hope you have the most wonderful time, and if you don't, hope these can help <3

Also on Ao3

I. Primo

He is the embodiment of the feeling you get during the season.

Everything needs to feel cozy, warm and smell delicious.

His favourite thing during the season is to plan all the presents and get them ready.

He has been subtly asking and writing down what everyone would want, being specially picky with you.

Primo has gotten you an assortment of your favourite things.

They are all neatly wrapped and ready to show you.

He doesn’t like to receive gifts himself but will love if you give him anything handcrafted, a scarf, a mug, a drawing, whatever you might want, he will absolutely adore it and pamper your face with kisses after he opens his present.

II. Secondo

He leans more towards the practical gift.

So you have to pay very close attention to what he might need so you can gift it to him. A watch, a new bathrobe, some cologne…

Even if you think that it is not enough, he really loves that you notice the little details. It is what he loves the most about you.

He also loves to cook with you.

The Christmas feast is a joined operation, and if you are not very good at cooking, he will take the lead. However, he does appreciate the good company and conversation while he is at it.

He puts you in charge of decorating the dinning room. He trusts your taste.

At the end of the family dinner you will end up drunk and holding each other, babbling how much you love the other.

III. Terzo

This man loves decorating, he wants everything to be perfect.

He spends a lot of money each year to find new decorations and lights.

If he could he would make a light spectacle around the abbey.

Instead, he prepares a show for everyone in the Abbey, a special Christmas ritual.

He will sing, dance, do some theater with the ghouls and children, everyone is invited to join.

You help him, of course. He could not do it without you.

He loves that you are by his side supporting his holiday mission.

To make it up to you he will take a long vacation afterwards, taking you wherever you might like. Maybe a little cabin in the woods, maybe to a vibrant city full of Christmas spirit. He doesn’t really care, he just wants to be by your side.

IV. Copia

This man has a heart of gold.

Each and every year he will dress up as Santa, going around the Abbey, talking to the little kids who are expecting his arrival with presents.

You are dressed up as his most trusted elf, gathering all the letters that the kids might give him.

When some kids give him cookies in appreciation he turns to you with teary eyes, trying to convey: ‘Dear… The gave me cookies?! *sobs*’

In a more domestic setting, Copia loves to just be the two of you doing some activity together. Playing games, reading, dancing around your rooms, cooking, making puzzles, the list is endless.

You are truly his greatest present, so he wants to be by your side as much as he can.

#gonst #the band ghost #ghost #papa emeritus iv #ghost bc #cardinal copia #ghost band #papa secondo #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #ask box #ghost headcanons

[masterwords]

blue christmas

Summary: Spencer finds the perfect opportunity to show Luke that he'd like to kick their relationship up a notch.

Pairing: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: references to Spencer's time in prison, PTSD mention, reference to Spencer's mother's illness, loneliness and Christmas...that being said, this is a happy love filled romantic comfort story.

Read on AO3: blue christmas

Author's Notes: This is my discord Secret Santa gift for @merpancake! It took me out of my comfort zone and I hope I did them justice. You asked for Spencer being the one to make a gesture and boy did he ever! Thank you for challenging me, and thank you for being you. I know you've had a rough year and I hope that this brings at least a small smile to your face. Much love to you my friend! <3 Merry Happy Winter Holidays!

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It was Penelope’s idea. He kept telling himself that as he stood surveying his apartment, the vintage garland strung up over his prized bookshelves and a small, somewhat bare tree lit up in the corner where his favorite chair should have been. Spencer didn’t like change, and the tree had caused some considerable change but it was the only place he could put it. A lit tree needed to be near a window, on display, and he had to admit that it did look very pretty from the street. Inviting. Warm. Festive. Things that didn’t usually describe his apartment this time of year.

“You don’t have to decorate,” Penelope had said with a smile. “It’s just...you have room, your place is bigger than mine. And we always do this stuff at Rossi’s.”

“Because he has a mansion,” Spencer pointed out with a smirk. She nodded.

“Sure, and that’s fun...but sometimes it’s nice to be a little more cozy.”

What she really meant, he realized, was that his apartment was quiet and sad and more of a place for him to close himself off than anything else. It had always been that way, perhaps, but it was definitely worse since he’d been in prison. She wasn’t wrong.

So, it was Penelope’s idea, and she planned the food and drinks and the Secret Santa exchange...all he had to do was open his door and let everyone in. The decorations came from a box he’d had stashed in his coat closet, way up high, gathering dust. Decorations from when he was a child, things he thought might be lauded as containing poison nowadays but brought back good memories. His mother would put them up even after his father left, she would deck their halls to make him feel something good for the season. And she managed it during the good times and the bad times, it was always something she insisted on. Even if she had never been a fan of the holiday herself, and even if it was the wrong time of year when she did it. More than once he’d woken to Christmas garlands and a full stocking in the middle of July, that was just how it was. And it was okay by him, he’d learned to accept that time didn’t move the same for his mother as it did for everyone else.

And now he was following in her footsteps, throwing decorations over his belongings for the benefit of other people. The garland was shedding all over his floor, scraps of silvery tinsel on hard wood.

Surprisingly, once the apartment was full of twinkling lights and silver garland, it made him smile too. Even the mess was festive.

“Oh, Boy Wonder, you did so good!” Penelope gushed when she walked in, her arms full of bags.

That was how it started, with her oohing and aahing over all of his vintage decorations, over how much space he had, over how many books he had. She’d only been here once or twice before and every time she managed to forget how lovely his place was. Not that she was surprised in the least. It suited him in every single way. “People will be here soon! Are you excited?”

“I uh…” he started, eyes darting over all of the once empty surfaces she’d covered with punch bowls and food trays almost instantly. His apartment looked like a party now. “Yes. Actually. I am.” He was a little surprised to admit that, a little surprised that it wasn’t a lie.

By the time his apartment was full of people, he was regretting it. Just a little. After spending nearly a year locked up, he didn’t do crowds well. They set his nerves on fire and he found himself looking over his shoulder anxiously whether it was warranted or not. In this case, it wasn’t, not even a little...these people were his family...but every movement out of his periphery made his heart jump. He was wishing the party was over and it had barely even begun.

“Secret Santa time!” Penelope exclaimed, waving her arms in the air to get everyone’s attention. “Everyone go find your gift on the table and open them.”

Spencer watched the crush of bodies headed for the little table and waited patiently until it cleared before going and grabbing his, the only one left. He held it close to his chest , unopened, while watching everyone else tear into theirs. Luke in particular.

He’d manipulated his way into being Luke’s Secret Santa, and while that wasn’t strictly against any rules Penelope had laid out he had felt at least a little guilty for ruining the sanctity of random. It was just...they’d been seeing each other casually for a few months, and he’d found himself more than a little bored by it. Not in a way that meant he wanted to stop, but in a way he hadn’t ever really felt before...he was ready to kick it up a notch. Luke looked into the box full of dog toys, little stuffed elves and reindeer and coffee cups and smiled that bright, intoxicating smile that said Spencer had done well. Very well. When their eyes met he mouthed thank you and Spencer could feel the butterflies in his stomach, a warmth that spread from his chest down into his pants. If they were alone right now that smile would be enough to make him drag Luke into the bedroom, it held that much power over him. Instead, Spencer inclined his head briefly, nodding for Luke to meet him in the kitchen.

There, he presented Luke with another gift, one not intended to be opened in front of a crowd. Just a small box he’d been holding in his pocket. An unmarked little white thing with a bright red bow wrapped around it, simple and elegant. “You proposing to me, Agent Reid?” Luke asked with a smirk and a wink. Spencer flushed. That didn’t help that growing warmth in his belly.

“Just open it before I regret it.”

“You never asked my ring size…”

“You know what? I’m taking it back.” Spencer reached out for the box and Luke playfully batted him away.

“Mine,” Luke huffed, delicately untying the bow and popping the lid open. Inside, nestled in a cloudy bed of cotton, was a gleaming silver key. Brand new, freshly cut. Luke grinned. “I’ve always wanted a key,” he said, always the jokester. Spencer reached into his pocket and procured his own keychain, holding up one that matched the key in the box. A little worse for the wear, a little worn down, but a perfect match.

“I’m not sure we’re ready to move in together,” Spencer started, the flush rising from his neck into his cheeks. His skin prickled beneath his wool sweater. “But I thought maybe you’d like to have a key to my place. It’s closer to work, so if you leave late and need a place to crash...or you know...you can just come in. Anytime.”

“Spencer Reid…” Luke said, stepping closer. “Are you sure?” He knew how Spencer felt about his privacy, and how he’d struggled against the PTSD prison left him with. Sharing his apartment in this way felt...well...huge. Unbelievably huge. Luke almost couldn’t believe it.

“I um, yeah. I’m sure. Come here…” he said, grabbing Luke by the hand and dragging him out into the hallway and toward his bedroom. Everyone was so occupied by their gifts and the music that they didn’t seem to notice the two of them had gone missing. “I got you a toothbrush to keep here...and…” he opened a drawer on his dresser, empty where it hadn’t been the day before. “And your own drawer. If you want it.”

“If I want it?” Luke asked, cocking his head to the side. “Spencer…” But he didn’t know the words to adequately sum up how he felt, so he just reached up and hooked Spencer by the back of the neck before pulling him in for a kiss. Spencer tasted like candy canes, his lips sticky from the candy he’d been nervously eating since the party started. Luke had been watching him with the candy cane in his mouth since he’d come in, it was driving him absolutely insane with want. “I love it.”

“You do?” Spencer asked cautiously. “Really?”

“I do. Merry Christmas Spencer,” Luke whispered into another peppermint sugar kiss, this time deeper, hungrier. He was craving candy canes now too.

“Merry Christmas Luke.”

#spencer reid #luke alvez #ralvez #discord secret santa! <3

[emsuemsu]

I hope you're all doing well and fine and I send lots of love especially for those who struggle in a way or another during the holidays. 💖

Personally I feel a bit indifferent about the holidays; not that many good memories of them, and I’m used to work my way through Christmas (I love the vibes at work on Christmas). This is the first Christmas in over 10 years I’m not with the meemaws and peepaws at work and I don’t know what am I supposed to doooo. Probably read some tooth-rotting holiday fluff laced with some festive smut while downing some glögi, so here we go. Some of these are from 25 days of harry and draco, run don’t walk to check out this year’s (and the previous!) advent fics. So cute, so good. Here's some of my favorites:

The best Christmas he ever had by @gnarf ❄️ 1,965 words

Christmas had never been less appealing to him than this year. That was until Arthur Weasley showed up at his door, dressed as Santa, inviting him to the Burrow.

I'm absolutely weak for the Christmas at the Burrow-trope, and this little story definitely hits all the right boxes. It's warm, adorable, cute, everything you need and more.

be your night by panicparade ❄️ 29,050 words

“Ah, you must be little Teddy Lupin!” Harry frowns, that voice sounds oddly familiar. Shaking himself he turns to face the newcomer, plastering a smile on his face that promptly disappears as he takes in the man in front of him. “Malfoy?” alternatively, The one where Draco Malfoy is a kindergarten teacher and Harry definitely needs to keep an eye on him. Closely.

I strongly feel that a fic with some cute Teddy-content never misses. This fic starts in the fall and continues all the way to New Years Eve and has some disgustingly good fluff and domestic vibes. All in all an easy and cozy read for the holiday season.

Changing with the season by @harryromper ❄️ 36,225 words

Harry's determined the first time he hosts the extended Weasley clan for Christmas will be a success. The Grimmauld Place advent calendar has other ideas ... until Draco shows up to help. A 25 Days of Draco and Harry story.

Adorable, warm, funny, very very festive. Definitely hits all the holiday spirit needs.

The Curious Case of the Disappearing Stockings by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion ❄️ 11,549 words

It's Harry's Eighth Year, he's surrounded by Slytherins, and Christmas Stockings are going missing all over Hogwarts. At the risk of being mocked ruthlessly, Harry won't verbally declare that Malfoy probably has something to do with it, but... well, Malfoy definitely has something to do with it.

This was such a fun little fic. The dynamics between Harry and the Slytherins were amazing, and the stocking fiasco was just too adorable. And there's just something about the holidays in Hogwarts for me personally. Very sweet and endearing.

Eight Drarry Nights-series by @phoebe-delia ❄️ 9 works, 6078 words in total

This is a series of fics based on prompts given to me on Tumblr, one for each night of Hanukkah! The prompts aren't all and don't have to be related to Hanukkah and/or Judaism; some are and some aren't.

This is the perfect series to read at bedtime, having some fuzzy socks on, a warm blanket up to your ears and snow falling silently outside. Like said in the description, all of the little fics are not festive but I think the big picture gives all the holiday vibes I'm craving for.

Forever Was a Lie by @thesleepiesthufflepuff & art by dustmouth ❄️ 22,001 words

After breaking up with Charlie, Harry heads to Rome for Christmas to search for answers to a previous heartbreak. What he doesn’t expect is for Draco, the man who broke his heart five years ago, to be running the bed and breakfast he’s staying at.

Now this is not a traditional holiday fic per se, but a bittersweet, angsty, second chances story that takes place over Christmas in Rome. It has this wistful feel throughout and is right up my alley. I devoured this and it left me feeling all warm and fuzzy in the end. Also the gorgeous art really puts the whole thing together.

The Hogwarts Book of Carols by @p1013 ❄️ 45,991 words

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the place, Not even Kreacher was stirring, too snug in his space; The mantle was empty, not a stocking in sight And Harry had gone to bed for the night; He sat, unhappy, wrapped tight in his bed As visions of loved ones danced in his head; Meanwhile at the Manor, Draco stood in the snow And smoked a cigarette, no light but its glow; Two men, more like boys, distant and sad With only the lonely times that they had. When what to their wondering eyes did appear, But a future so bright, so distant and clear It was just out of reach, a handsbreadth away Unless they both made a choice on this day To take what they wanted, perhaps with a shove Before falling, falling, falling in love.

I felt actual physical pain reading this, watching the years go by and Christmases to pass. But it was a good pain, the kind I crave for especially at this time of year. Slowest of slow burns, endearing, touching and funny friends to lovers holiday excursion. Loved this.

How to Handle Hannukah by Blowfish_Diaries ❄️ 10,445 words

Harry and Draco have decided to cohabitate. And to throw a Hannukah party. Enter latkes, spreadsheets, and Pansy beating everyone at dreidel. This is a fluffy, domestic fic to celebrate the holiday season and add another chapter to the "How to Handle a Matzo Ball Soup Emergency" series.

This is a sequel to the amazing "How to Handle a Matzo Ball Soup Emergency" and one of my absolute favorites along with the first part. I highly recommend to read the first part, but I think this works as a standalone aswell. It's incredibly well-written with fluff to die for and some class a smut, everything you need for the holiday season, even though today the 15th of December I’m posting this is the last day of Hanukkah. A definite must-read along with the first part.

Love, Actually, is All Around by @punk-rock-yuppie ❄️ 9,975 words

"General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed—but I don't see that—seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified, or newsworthy—but it's always there." —Love Actually, 2003 It's Christmastime, and Harry has just started as the new Minister of Magic. It just so happens that Draco works in his office as well, a holdover from Kingsley's tenure. Naturally, love is in the air.

Now hold up. Love Actually is one of my favorite movies and oh how I love this fic. Adorable and cute packed with holiday vibes.

A Melody of You & Me by @academicdisasterfic ❄️ 64,838 words

Draco Malfoy has a Christmas choir competition to win, and Harry Potter has an orphanage that needs funding. When Luna Lovegood intervenes, they agree to help each other out: Harry will join the choir if Draco chooses to sponsor his charity. But agreeing to work together also means getting to know each other again - in new and unexpected ways. Ft. a chaotic festive choir, scheming friends, a healthy dose of mental health issues, one very irritating ex, and boys learning how to love and be loved.

I’m swooning over this fic. It has the perfect ratio of angst, fluff, hurt, comfort, smut and holiday vibes. It made me laugh, it made me cry. It's so incredibly lovely and definitely a must-read every holiday season.

My True Love Gave to Me (Six Jars of Chutney) by @goldentruth813 ❄️ 12,311 words

On his first post-divorce Christmas Eve without his children, Harry goes to Marks & Spencer hoping to find a bit of his past; what he finds instead is a future.

What got to me most in this fic was that little part in the beginning about Harry's trip to London as a kid with Petunia. It really punched me in the gut and got me tearing up. The whole story was sweet and Harry's thoughts and feelings were written out so beautifully.

The Red Jumper by toomuchplor ❄️ 14,907 words

Draco's plans for Christmas Eve are as follows: 1 - Sleep as long as possible 2 - Have sex 3 - Drink wine 4 - Eat too much food 5 - Repeat above It’s just gone eight in the morning when Harry begins to derail Draco’s plans. In which Draco has his first Christmas with Harry, Ginny has (more) news, Albus gets a girlfriend, Scorpius gets in a strop, Lily is a horrible teen, James is unexpectedly an adult, and Harry wears a red Christmas jumper that may once have belonged to Godric Gryffindor, judging by its appearance.

I love this so much. Made me feel so safe and warm and festive, a certified holiday vibe. All the coziness you need this time of year in a pretty little package.

Wrapped by @fluxweeed ❄️ 10,313 words

“Harry,” Draco said slowly. “You understand how Christmas presents work, don’t you?” Harry attempted a smile. “Well, I thought I did until about ten minutes ago.”

The mother of all holiday smut 😌

You Make It Feel Like Christmas by gglow ❄️ 52,163 words

At thirty years old, Draco Malfoy has successfully obtained a reputable degree in Ancient Languages, has proceeded to shut himself into the basement of London Library as their Head of Archives, and is wilfully nursing a problematic relationship with a man Blaise eloquently describes as “a sleazy piece of trash”. So yes, he’s got it all worked out, ta ever so. It’s only too bad that when Harry Potter—the youngest Head Auror in a century—happens to need Draco’s help with a case, a string of encounters ensues that turn Draco’s pre-perceptions of him on their head. To make matters even worse, Potter brings Draco tea, and carries his bags, and says things that are much too straightforward for comfort. And if it makes Draco question why he ever hated the speccy git in the first place, well, that’s no one else’s business but Draco’s… right? Will flying South for Christmas spare Draco from heartache? And does it make sense to salvage the dwindling fire with his elusive beau, or will the kindle of a new flame give Christmas a whole new meaning?

This is the epitome of a holiday fic. ALL the feels and more. I was grinning from ear to ear reading this. The flirting!!! Love love love.

#drarry #drarry fic recs #holiday season #advent #christmas #hanukkah #new years #fluff for days #my rec

[shigamochii]

Hi hi!! I saw that you were asking for some shigaraki prompts and idk if you've done this one, but I saw you did valentines day and I was wondering if you could do some Christmas head cannons. Totally fine if you can't tho! ☺️☺️ Have a nice day!!

Ah hello there!!

I actually have in the past done a Christmas themed headcannon but I accidentally deleted it.. however I shall do a new one just for you! ❤️

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🎄Christmas with Tomura (HC's)🎄

Content Warning: SFW, Fluff. f!reader.

* I know it isn't Christmas time, but, I want to do this again. Yes, it is fluff (SFW) right now considering I was never good at NSFW writing, I'll ease myself back into the smutty writing eventually but for now I want to do some fluff content ❤️

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Tomura Shigaraki was not one that cared for the Christmas season.

I feel he finds it very lonesome, seeing all the other's in the League actually come together for once and not arguing or being relatively loud over something idiotic.

Tomura would view these interactions from the other's as "weird".

I believe Tomura would be a complete scrooge during the holidays, not caring about the season or what anyone has to say to him directly, like: "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Holidays".

I think Tomu would lock himself in his room during these times, again it makes him feel lonely. He just wants someone to care for him, he wants to spend this season with someone special, y'know?

However when you joined the League of Villains all of that would genuinely change.

Once Tomura saw you, the newbie to his teammates, he was in love at first sight. Awe the sight of you was worth looking at, he thought you we're a goddess to him.

After you two would get welly acquainted, as in gotten to know each other better on both a work/professional and personal level. You would grow attached to each other.

I like to think so attached he is completely comfortable talking to you about certain things in his life, sharing personal information and just wanting to talk to you about anything. He trusts you and loves you, yes, romantically.

Once December rolls around again, Tomura usually goes about being a scrooge yet this year was different, he wants to make this year a special one for you and for him.

This man will want to decorate the League's christmas tree (shh don't worry how they got it), he'll want to bake with you even though he isn't the best, wear ugly sweaters and matching ones too.

Not only will he do all of these things with you, Tomura will drown you in gifts and affection. He gets you anything that you're interested in, name anything or mention anything, he'll find his ways to get you that thing you want or have been wanting for so long.

He wants to make you happy around the holiday seasons. It makes him genuinely smile. A smile you love seeing.

As for affection, Tomu will kiss your cheek, forehead, nose and lips. He loves kissing you anywhere ingeneral. Carefully hugs you and cuddles with you too.

Tomura has confessed why he never liked Christmas and you reassure him that he isn't lonely anymore. You are there with him. You always will be, forever.

His favorite thing about Christmas now, is getting all cozy on the couch together, you, his beautiful princess in his lap, wearing warm sweaters together, cuddling and gazing at the newly decorated tree.

Tomura went from not liking Christmas to loving it because of you. He's very grateful he got the best gift he could have ever gotten.

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I really hope this is what you wanted!! I deeply apologize if it isn't though. I hope you do enjoy it and that goes for anyone who reads these headcannon's. ❤️

#shigaraki tomura #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki x you #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x oc #shigaraki x reader fluff #shigaraki fluff #shimura tenko #tenkoshimura #league of villains #shigaraki headcanons #mha #bnha

[kth1]

Winter Whiskey [KSJ]

❆⟶ Winter Whiskey [Jin x Female Reader] ❆⟶ Genre: Established Relationship | Fluff | Smut | 18+ ❆⟶ Warnings: use of alcohol, swearing, unprotected sex (reader has IUD), oral (m), light praising, light dirty talk, multiorgasms, creampie, a surprise at the end!, etc ❆⟶ WC: 13k+ ❆⟶ Summary: Taking your annual friendcation with your loving boyfriend, Jin, the two of you share heartwarming memories together while resting and relaxing. ❆⟶ Beta: Miss Dee Dee @sugakookitty​ was so lovely in taking this beta request. Thank you so much my dear! ❆⟶ Author’s Note: A connective story based in the “Pinehurst Cabins” universe. Collaboration created with nonother than lady @jeonjcngkook​! This took me much longer to write than I had anticipated, but I hope people enjoy this nice little cute fic!

It’s taken you and Jin only a couple of hours by car from your cozy apartment in the country's capital, Seoul, to the luxurious cabin estate known as Pinehurst Cabins near the Taebaek Mountains. An annual winter vacation spot, flooded with many years of memories with drunken laughs and competitive games shared among the tightly-knitted group you’ve grown to learn and love. The vast majority of the group comprises at least fourteen people, some years there were more and some very few less. 

Not once has the main group, consisting of seven rambunctious men of all sorts of personalities, miss their chance of a getaway. Especially when the holiday serves as a time to relax, catch up, and create new precious times among another. 

You, the gal who’s been beside Jin for just shy of nine years, has joined the routined trip. Making your place amidst the casuals of the squad. You’re a seasoned veteran at the cabins, longest woman survivor as well. But it is all thanks to your loving boyfriend who’s given you the blessing opportunities of being a part of his life and shared friends. 

Perhaps that’s why you’re so eager upon arrival at the snowy mountain retreat; the anticipation of needing this time away from the real world and in the company of a group of warm hearted friends is the exact medicine you crave. 

Jin’s begging for you to play some of his favorite upbeat songs as he drives his gray jeep Cherokee up the steep, snow-covered roads, fades from your ears as you zone out at the scenery around you. 

The light from the sky shines brighter off the fresh white snow. Blanketed tree tops and fences call your attention, hidden colors of green and beiges stick out from underneath the quilted coldness. Calm and clear skies have no trace of any clouds, just blue and soft light from the sun. 

“Honey,” Jin chimes louder, refusing to remove his hand from the wheel to tap your leg. “Are you listening?”

You hum, blinking around before turning your head to acknowledge your boyfriend. 

“What’s up?”

A soft pout forms on his lips as his eyes remain trained on the road ahead, “I was asking you if you can put on ‘Jjin-iya’ for me.” 

“Jin, we’ve already listened to that song three times!” 

He begins to laugh with a shake of his head to adjust his fringe, “and you’re going to hear that song at least five more times this trip. You know it’s a great song and I listen to it every time I shower!”

You chuckle back, “Oh, I know. Trust me. I’m positive our neighbors even know the song by now.”

“They have wonderful taste!” 

The small crossover SUV slowly rolls up to its last bit of land, edging itself to a respective parking spot in one of the two lots provided at this estate. Two gorgeous log cabins rest nearby, one quite larger, for more group activities, and the smaller one seated next to it. The land stretches far beyond the towering trees, a nearby crystalline waterfall is only a trail-walk away and the higher you walk up the mountain, the more options you have of pivoting your skis or sled and slide down the snow. 

Snow crunches under your boot as you descend down from the car, taking in your first deep  breath of chilled mountain air and stretching your body from its cooped up position from the car. It’s customary, more of a role provided by Jin, to bring the majority of groceries and deliver them to the main cabin (which in fact is considered a lodge by the size of it). 

It’s honestly a beauty. Great for a large family and customized with three levels integrating multiple rooms. The main floor consists of the kitchen and dining, a great room, foyer, and one master suite. The large deck wraps arounds the back to the left side while the covered front porch calls welcome to you as you step up with arms full of food containers and Jin towing away a wheeled cooler. 

You recall the second floor having an open loft right as you step up from the stairs, the remaining three bedrooms (one being another master suite) reside up there. The large gaming room is found in the basement, leveled with the slope of the outside to where you can easily bring the fun and games to the snow. Most nights into the early mornings, after hours of drinking, does the group tend to huddle and spend the majority of their time there. 

There’s been countless times where you’ve woken up finding out that the competitive nature of a few of the men got the best of them and they’ve lost count on what round they are on in a game. Losing sleep over the sweet, savory victory among another will be something you will never fully understand – but whatever makes them happy is all that matters to you. 

“Namjoon?” You call out the second you step foot through the door and hold it open for Jin, “We’re here!” 

There is brief silence in the lodge as you shuffle your snow boots across the boot-tray. A few sets of shoes lay inside it, indicating that some of the pairs have arrived inside of this house (if Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s cars outside didn't notify you of that already). 

You and Jin already make a direct path to the kitchen, plopping down the bags on the extended bar and heaving the cooler to the center of the room. The two of you are quick with filling up the empty cabinets and fridge, in sync with another after years of doing the same act. 

Just as you begin to wonder where Namjoon and his loving partner Rose could be hiding, you hear soft footsteps coming from downstairs. You turn the corner out of the kitchen to enthusiastically greet the first person you see, which happens to be the one and only – and to your surprise – Min Yoongi. You give him no moments notice before your arms come around his body, squealing his name and shocking the man out of his somber state. 

“Aish! Y/n!” his eyes peel open. Yoongi returns the hug fast, patting your back before asking, “How’ve you been?

You ruffle up his sweater with excitement before pulling away, tossing a call to Jin over your shoulder before looking back to the jet black haired man in front of you. He looks paler than usual, dark circles formed under each of his eyes. 

“I’ve been great! How are you? You look a bit down, is everything alright?” You give him a concerned look, eyes scanning over his slacken posture. 

Jin steps out from the kitchen to give Yoongi the same treatment, a warm hug and excited laughter soon to follow. “Yoongi, bro! How are you doing my friend?” 

“A bit of a head cold,” he admits. “Haven’t slept well for the past three nights and been overworked. I’m sure this trip will fix it right up.” 

Jin is already wrapping his arm around the smaller man and ushering him to the growing display of foods that litter the kitchen, slowly taking over the room with his own touch. “We’ll get that cold fixed up with some nice whiskey. Y/n bought two fifths of Corryvreckan just for this occasion. Anyone want a round of shots?” 

Both you and Yoongi laugh at the energetic party vibes Jin displays, knowing he is only half kidding about the proposal of alcohol this early into the night.

“I think I have some head medicine in my purse,” you offer as you look down the stairs to the basement. “Namjoon and the others downstairs?” 

“The whiskey will do nicely,” you hear the clink of two shot glasses before catching the sight of both Jin and Yoongi tilting their heads back. With the burn running down his throat he nods at you and gives you a pensive gaze, “I appreciate it, Y/n. Thank you. And yes, they’re all downstairs trying to fix the furnace. Which is why I originally came up here…” Yoongi quickly looks around the kitchen drawers, “Namjoon said there might be a screwdriver up here somewhere.” 

“Isn’t there a storage-craft space downstairs?” Jin questions as he returns to placing frozen groceries in the freezer. “Wouldn’t it be in there?” 

Yoongi blinks, dumbfounded with himself and Namjoon, the half-owner of the cabins. “Listen, I told you that I haven’t gotten much sleep lately, right?” 

Both you and your boyfriend smirk at each other, tsk-ing at Yoongi although forgiving him at the same time. 

“Don’t sweat it,” you smile sweetly. You wave him back over to head down the stairs, calling back to Jin, “I’ll be right back. I just want to say hello to everyone and then help you with the rest of the food and luggage from the car!” 

You hear the sounds of the television blasting from the basement, a handful of the group all playing – what seems to be – Mario Kart. A true game that really can end friendships if played too competitively, and in this case, you fear the competitive nature of at least three of the ones sitting on the long sectional couch as you descend down the staircase to the room. It warms your heart seeing everyone so comfortable and content with another. Some of the group enjoy light mingling and bonding activities while others go off to do their own individual things.

Over the course of the days spent at the fabulous mountainous cabins, you’ve taken part in pastimes such as snowshoeing, sledding, and even building a sculptured snowman with Jimin and his new friend, Naia. You’ve gone head to head with your own significant other in a heated game of table tennis, the loser had to prepare the night's entire dinner. 

Sadly, that ended up being you who has suffered the cost. However, Jin doesn’t allow you to struggle for too long. He can’t handle knowing you had to prepare such a large meal all on your own. But he doesn’t pass up the opportunity to let you know who the number one winner is as he cackled throughout the cabins.

“Stop making a mess where I just cleaned,” you laugh as you throw a dirty towel at the back of Jin the second he places a new plate down on the counter. He’s preparing side ingredients for the large bowl of bibim naengmyeon, chopping away and leaving random pieces around as he diligently works his magic. 

“But everyone’s been waiting for hours,” he whines with a pout. “I’ll clean it right up, I promise!” 

“Jin,” you drawl, sighing the second another piece of food lands on the floor. 

The two of you bend down hastily to grab the fallen food, accidentally knocking heads in the movement. A dull pain lingers on your forehead, rubbing at it with your palm when you wince away. 

“Ah, hon! I’m sorry,” Jin’s hands shoot out to grab you to inspect your wounded head. Without hesitation his plump lips peck over the sore area, lightly running his thumb over it to make sure it doesn’t form a bump. “Are you alright?,” he questions with a soft voice. 

You stare at him with displeasure, huffing when you keep your lips in a firm line, “The mess, Jin!”

“Yeah, yeah, I will get it in a second,” he laughs. “Is your head good?” 

You can’t help but melt at his concerns, humming as you assure your man that you’ll live with minimal damage. Jin gives you a soft smile, patting your head lightly before pinching your cheek between two fingers. 

“I’ll give you more eggs than anyone else! Why don’t you help finish setting up the table with drinks and utensils while I put the rest of this together?” 

“Would you like me to take out the whiskey again?” You give him a knowing look with a smug smile, “Seems like it would be a good choice with naengmyeon.” 

“I would love that!” Jin exclaims with a wink. He gives you a quick chaste kiss to your lips before turning back to the counter, but not before his hand makes soft contact with your butt – giving you a sense of encouragement. 

You can tell how fulfilled your friends are when scarfing down their portion, or two, of dinner. Slurping and munching loud to express their eager happiness. It warms your heart with how satisfied they all are, how they get along in one way or another, and continue to make so many bonding memories together. For the vast majority of all of them, their friendships are unbreakable! 

Taehyung and his significant other, Maggie, offer to help with clean-up duty, seeing as the two cooks (you and Jin), deserve to take a load off from all your hard work. Jungkook and his beautiful dope of a dog are play-fighting on the ground with a squeaky toy as you watch the entire other side of the table participate in a drinking game – slowly eyeing the way that expensive whiskey starts disintegrating from its bottle. 

“Would you like some?” you hear a low whisper from your left. Yoongi, who has a small glazed over look to his eyes, shifts a shot glass down the table in front of you. 

The loud giggles between Namjoon and Jin distract you momentarily, making you glance over to pick up on the conversation they are having. Yoongi nudges you with his elbow, clearing his throat to regain your attention. 

“Y/n, I swear. Just take the shot. The point of these trips is to let loose and have fun. Stop worrying and being cautious. We all have each other. Plus if you don’t drink it, I'll just pour more shots until you have a full line of them ready.” 

Yoongi’s gruffness makes you laugh, seeing how he’s edging himself closer to his tipsy mood. But before you could politely decline the offer, Yoongi is already standing up to gather himself the proper materials for more shots. 

“Wait, no!” You call out to him, shaking your head frantically and gripping your fingers around the glass in front of you. “I’ll drink it! Don’t grab more!” 

To prove your point to him, you tip your head back with the glass raised to your lips. The burn stings only momentarily as the dark liquid slides down your throat into your esophagus. You match the satisfying smile Yoongi gives you with one of your own. 

“Ay! That’s the Y/n I know! But I'm still going to grab more because we’re all taking one together. So prepare for round two,” he laughs with crinkles in his eyes. 

“That man is devious,” you tell yourself.

Glass by glass, Yoongi places a straight row of shooters on the table. Whiskey pours out of the rim of the bottle, filling each borrelglas to the brim with the assistance of Dia – Yoongi’s partner in crime. The same girl you have known for almost as long as Jin. Peculiar and precise. She’ll easily become your best friend or worst enemy (in a friendly manner of course) depending on the subject of interest. Just like her boyfriend, Yoongi.

Jimin is the first one to reach out and grab two glasses, handing one over to his lady before interlacing another's arms together in a cross-cup toast. It’s adorable how locked in with their honeymoon phase and sickeningly sweet whenever Jimin’s public displays of affection get too rowdy for their own good.

“I’d like to propose a proposition!” Yoongi shouts with his glass held high. He squints while surveilling the crowd around him. Both Naia and Jimin freeze just as their lips touch their glasses. Jungkook is pulling his lucky lady, Jords, closer to him by her wrist while Rosie and Namjoon side-eye another with suspicion. 

You raise your eyebrows with concern as you look at Yoongi while you see Hoseok and his partner, Kat, already slipping out of the side door before the argument is presented.

“It’s every man for themselves!” Yoongi shouts in a cheer. In an instant, the house shouts with either approbation or groans. Some newcomers have absolutely no idea what is happening while the excitement bubbles with the rest of them. 

Each person eventually takes their shot; down the hatch it goes. Among clinking your glass back to the table you dart your eyes directly to Jin who already has his hands out in submission. 

“I know, I know!” He quips up with a higher pitch voice. 

“I still remember what happened last year! Don’t you pull that stunt again!” You warn him with a mischievous grin. You’re not angry at the man, only showing more of a fun-loving attitude with a bit of spice. Practically telling him not to pretend you two form an “alliance” only to knock you out with a snowball to the back of your head to win the game after you finished off the third to last person standing.

You still have nightmares of that snowball fight. 

“Everyone has 10 minutes to put on their gear and prepare outside!” You hear Yoongi speak as he begins moving his way up the stairs. 

Each person scatters frantically, the ones who sleep in the other cabin nearly trip over another to rush out the doors to the deck. Taehyung and Maggie bicker briefly over the dishes, trying to figure out the proper time to conduct the chore while the urgency of the death-match is present. 

You hear Maggie mutter something about Yeontan as well, but Taehyung is already rushing up the stairs after Yoongi in a fit of giggles to even care. You follow her, patting her back as both you and Jin leisurely follow suit. 

“The dishes can wait,” you chuckle. You lean in closer to her ear, smiling as you look back at Jin. “If you want him out early, trick him. He’s definitely a competitive one, but he’s got a soft heart. Use it against him!” 

“That’s just cruel,” Jin speaks from behind you, having heard your words. 

You whip your head around fast the second you reach the top of the stairs, stopping Jin mid-step. “You are one to talk!” you accuse with a pointed finger, his words provoking you instantly. “I’m going to get you back!” You alert him with confidence. 

Jin shakes his head with a smile, raising his voice just as you do. He’s only doing it to get a fiery reaction out of you, making the two of you laugh at the act. Once he steps to you, he’s already ushering you with his lead into your respective shared room with laughter. 

You peer down through your window shades to the backyard, noticing the first few bodies collecting themselves in the field. It is difficult to tell who is who at the moment given the darkness of the night and the yard only being lit out by the overhead moon and the outside porch lighting. 

“We need to hurry up!” you say as you're slipping on your second sweater over your head. “They’re already prepping!” 

Jin tosses you a smile over his shoulder as he begins exiting the room, “I’m already ready!” 

You chase after him as you struggle to put on your last sock, hopping your way over to the stairs before flying down them. You shove on your thick boots fast, securing the straps tightly around to prevent any fallen snow powder from falling inside.

You stagger outside the sidedoor, stepping hastily into the deck and gripping the first clump of snow in your gloved hands. Packing the material tight in your palm, you create your first snowball of the night. 

Scanning over the expanse of the yard, you notice the spaced out heads creeping deeper into the field. Everyone eventually finds their own shelter and space to prepare for the onslaught of the night. 

Besides you, who stands rather confidently and out in plain sight as you attempt to measure the footprints in the snow. Like tracking a lonely prey in the dark, you are trying to figure out which direction your lovely boyfriend has run off towards. 

“One minute left!”

You hear the shout of one of the men in the distance that alerts you of the time. It makes you react quickly, shooting for a straight line toward the other cabin only a few yards away and taking your own path into the trees behind the building. The deeper you go, the less footprints you see. 

Which is good and bad for you.

You drop yourself down in a squat, clumping snow together into a palm-sized ball that you store into the side pockets of your jacket. You can fit two in each and one snowball in each hand, giving you six snowbullets to work with. 

Again, you hear another alert. This time indicating the game is officially started and you must find your leverage. You peek around the tree, squinting your eyes around the corners of the cabin and watch for any movement. 

In the dim light you can see a body moving along the edge of the wall, their jacket matching the snow so well that if they lay flat against the ground they could blend right in. Their long hair pulled back into a ponytail gives them away when their hood falls off their head. 

It most definitely is Kat. 

You watch her pathing, admiring the stealth technique she uses. Once her body disappears from sight, you wait approximately 10 seconds before copying her footsteps along the same track. In a way, you are covering up your own trail by using others. 

Working in the shadows is the best decision you assume, so you maintain your drive. You have no desire to be the overall winner or take out the most people. The only thing you want is to sneak attack Jin and get him back for last year's scrimmage. 

But you hope nobody else doesn’t get to him before you. 

You notice Dia walking back to the large cabin, arms crossed over her front as her knees hoist high to accommodate the piled up snow. Based on the way she seems, you deem that she is already out of the game and she’s going back inside to get warm. Far out to the right of you, you hear the shrieks of others. You cannot recognize if any of them are from Jin, but you do see Bam running after somebody at high speed before tackling them down. 

Stepping further into the snow covered grassland, a small chirping noise makes you freeze. You turn your head toward the call, waiting for the noise to happen again. Once you hear the distinctive whistle again, you prepare your arm for the first throw. 

“Pst, Y/n…” The deep voice sounds more like a murmur, “up here!” 

You find yourself staring at an evergreen tree under a full sheet of white snow. One branch begins to move slowly, directing your attention toward it. Slowly you creep your way closer, making your way under the canopy it provides. 

“Tae?” You question the second you notice a pair of legs hanging off a branch five feet above you. “What are you doing up there?” 

You begin to ready your throw until Taehyung shoots out a hand, gesturing you to halt your action. His face tells you he is in the defense, not trying to start a fight. 

“I’m hiding,” he laughs lightly. “Not really trying to go all in. I’m playing it safe.” 

Jumping assumptions, you tilt your head as you question him, “Hiding from Maggie?”

“Actually… not really,” he huffs. He looks off through the branches, trying to scope out the main field of play. “I’m not scared of her. I’m scared of Namjoon more than anyone.” 

You begin to step away the second you hear noise closer than before. Both Taehyung and you become dead silent. Ducking your head, you look from below the limbs of the tree for any movement but fail to see anything. 

“Looking for Jin?” Taehyung mutters.

Glancing back up to him, you notice the way his arm is outstretched with his finger pointed. His eyes continue to peek through the tree, set on something you cannot see. 

“He’s currently lurking around the fencing by the bigger cabin. I can see his green hat from here.” 

You pivot in place, not giving it any second thoughts before going back into the field of war. Your mind is so dedicated to getting your revenge that you almost forget to thank Taehyung for not tagging you out and ruining your plans. 

Unaware of who all has been knocked out and who all is still currently in the game, you take your leisurely time walking around as silent as possible against all trees and housings. Quickly stepping closer to the larger cabin and hopefully finding Jin near the same area that Taehyung previously mentioned. 

You’ve made it as far as the lonely shed right besides the larger establishment where you need to sit for a minute and take a breather. The heavy clothing certainly keeps you as warm as possible, but it weighs you down drastically. It is a whole work out just walking in shin-high snow. 

You yank your scarf higher up your neck, tucking the loose frayed pieces into your jacket and cozying yourself against a small corner besides a secondary storage unit and the back of the shed. You watch the puff of air form a cloud out of your mouth the moment you sigh, finding it entertaining as you sit back. 

The sound of crunching footsteps drawing near the side of you alerts your senses. You grip a snowball in each hand, holding yourself impossibly closer as you risk any movement. Fearing the moment you go to kneel or stand that you will end up being too loud. With patience, you listen hard at the approaching steps. 

They must be coming from the right, giving you the slight advantage of being hidden around the corner of the storage space. It eases you momentarily, although the proximity closing in riles your anxiety up. You got lucky with Taehyung’s niceness, you can’t assume everyone else will pass up on the opportunity. 

You’re literally a sitting duck. 

It all happens in a blur. To your surprise, you see Rosie stumbling over herself in a frantic state. Nearly faceplanting herself into the snow as she rounds the corner and is completely oblivious to your whereabouts. She’s trying to escape the presence of another. 

She huffs and puffs, turning around fast to haul a snowball directly behind at her assailant. Rosie falls with her throw, landing straight on her bottom as she stares with horror inflicted eyes. Seconds pass as you see a snowball land right on her in full force, nailing her arms as she raises them to guard herself. 

You remain preserved against the building, not moving a single muscle until you see a green hat come into your view. Jin walks brisky over to Rosie with a smile and hands out, ready to help her up from the ground. Completely walking right past you and not seeing you in the small corner you’re cooped up in. 

Your breath halts, heart beating firmly with excitement as you impulsively dart your body forward and chuck both snowballs at Jin. Hoping that either of them will smack right into him.

And they do. 

Jin and Rosie both turn in bewilderment, eyes wide and confused. You lay there, arms forward from your throw and stomach on the ground with a wicked smile on your face as you smile up at Jin. 

“I got you back!” you begin to laugh, closing your eyes to relish in the moment. 

Roise is the first to join you in your tittering, and shortly after, Jin as well. 

“I didn’t see you there!” Rosie points after getting up, “have you been here the whole time?” 

Jin plops himself on you, trying to attack you for getting him out of the game but also giving you a tight hug. 

“I haven’t! I literally just came here, sat down, and next thing I know the two of you showed up!” 

You play-fight back with Jin, mushing snow into his face as he tries burying it in the crook of your neck. The two of you giggle, yelling at another for the attempts of tickling. 

“Where were you!” Jin smiles after pinning your arms down with both his knees, his body on top of you. “You know I've been searching for you the entire time.”

“Oh you know, here and there. Trying to stay clear from everyone and looking for you!” 

Rosie begins to step aside, aiming to head back into the house, but quickly jumps back behind the shed. She whispers quickly, notifying both Jin and you of another person coming toward the group. 

“Y/n! You’re still playing! Yoongi’s coming!” 

From the corner you see a suit all in black arrive on the scene. Instantly, a snowball pegs Rosie where she stands, her displeasure in her words telling Yoongi she is already out is very evident. She points over at Jin, blaming the culprit for her defeat. When Yoongi turns his head to see the position both you and Jin are in, he cannot help but let out a loud chuckle. 

“What’s going on here?” He gestures with his covered hand. 

Jin sits lightly on your chest, knees still holding down your arms as you kick with your legs behind him. You wiggle your best, trying to escape the trap you’re in. 

“Well you see,” Jin begins with a cheery voice, “I had gotten Rosie out, and this little sneaky she-devil was hiding behind this shed. Nailing me with both her snowballs at once the second she saw me.” 

You tilt your head to view Yoongi, nose and cheeks kissed with the coldness of the night. You narrow your eyes at the man who wiggles his brow at you, a creeping smirk growing on his face.

“Yoongi,” you warn, “remember who brought you the whiskey.” 

He steps closer to both you and Jin, crouching down next to you with a curious tilt to his head. His bottom lip juts out as he ponders the situation, scanning your face. 

“I want to win.” 

His voice comes clear as a whistle, tone completely monochromic with nothing but seriousness. Above your head he holds a snowball, dangling it in front of your face as he laughs at your struggles. You tut and bark your fury at both him and Jin, demanding to be let go and given the chance to run away. But sadly, you are not obeyed. 

Gravity allows the clump of snow to drop from Yoongi’s palm straight onto your forehead. Tagging you out and reigning Yoongi as victorious in this unfair mini-battle. He begins counting on his fingers all the people he has tagged and seen leave the premises. 

“There’s still a few lone wolves out there,” he turns back the way he came and begins stepping away. “Wish me luck!” 

You grumble in submission, begging Jin to get off your body and allowing you to stand back up. He helps dust off the pieces of snow that have gotten stuck to your jacket, smiling to himself as he wipes away the pieces that have fallen into your hairline. 

“You’re so mean,” you pout. Turning on your heels, you go to follow Rosie back towards the large cabin before Jin’s hands grab you. 

“But you got me, hon! How does that make me the mean one here?” 

His gleeful smile is infectious, making you smile like a complete duffus back at him. He shimmies himself in place, an attempt to make you feel better.

It works, but only slightly. 

“How about I take you back inside. Get you warmed up with a nice hot bath. How does that sound?” 

It’s cold outside but even colder inside as piece by piece you strip yourself of each layer of clothes. The warmth they hold against your body dissipates fast into the air. The running faucet of the bath cuts abruptly, turning your head to notice Jin finishing off the last bits of the tub with extra epsom salts. Small candles are lit on the one corner, flickering in the air as Jin moves skillfully around. 

Jin does have a knack for making things seem more than ordinary. 

His pants remain on, for now, but everything else is bare. His back is so inviting with the way his muscles flex over his bones. The moment he stands up straight from his hunched position your arms slink around his waist, hugging him tightly from behind and pushing up your nude body against him. You leave a soft, tender kiss to his spine, right between his shoulder blades.

“I love you,” you whisper. For no reason other than to tell him your feelings. Sometimes in the most random moments of the day you just want to express your adoration. 

His hands rub over your arms, loosening up your grip and twisting in your hold. As Jin faces you he’s already scooping up your chin with his fingers and placing a chaste kiss to your lips. 

“You’re cute,” he grins. 

Jin’s eyes never leave yours, even with the temptation of staring down at your body from his height. He is solely focusing on the way you glow with mirth. 

“Let’s get in,” you mutter as your hands find their way to his waistband, ready to tug the leftover clothes down his body. “I bet it’s nice and warm. I love the added touch with the bubbles and candles.” 

“You go ahead, I want to grab us a drink first.” Jin spins you around, walking you to the side of the bath and leading you with his hand. One foot at a time, you step in slowly. The tingly sensation of heat nips at your frigid skin, instantly warming you up. He waits until you’re fully seated, submerged to the tops of your clavicle before heading downstairs. 

“I want to get the good wine,” he mentions as he heads out the door. “You can turn on the jet system if you want, just watch out for the bubbles!” 

You sigh deeply as you recline back onto the porcelain tub, running your hands over the goosebumps that have risen across your skin. It feels comfortable and much needed. The water is doing exactly what it needs to do to keep you nice and warm. 

The second you feel like you’re drifting away, even tilting your head back around the edge of the tub, you hear Jin coming back into the room. He steps around the area, two small tumblers in his hand along with a freshly popped wine bottle in the other. 

Your eyes watch the fabric of his bottoms drop to the tilted floor below, admiring the expanse of your boyfriend’s lengthy legs. Jin swiftly pours each of your glasses before entering the bath with you, stepping beside you and nudging your body over with his foot. 

Being with the man for over nine years makes life so much easier. There’s no more awkward first interactions, no risky or scary moments where you feel embarrassed or shy. It’s ultimately and domestically comfortable for you. You don’t even bother having to sneak a peak over at his hanging ball sack, he purposely exposes it openly for you to view. 

“How does it feel?” He questions as he takes a seat beside you, handing you your glass. “Will you let me sit behind you?” 

You take the wine glass with mirth, excited to sip leisurely at the darken liquid poured from the bottle. Jin drags you back by your shoulder after submerging himself, pulling you right against his chest so that you can lean back and enjoy the relaxing position. 

“I’m so happy you managed to snag one of the master bedrooms, mainly because of the bathroom,” you laugh as you tilt your head back for a swig. 

“I’m happy that you’re happy,” he responds, humming a sigh as he sneaks his arms around your front and casually teases the round of your tit. His fingertips ghost over your nipple, blaming the bubbles obstructing his perfect view.

The mixture of alcohol plus the heavenly heat of the water feels as if you are in complete serenity, floating away into the ultimate comfort zone. Carelessly, you draw lines up his thigh with your one hand as the other keeps your glass above water. 

“I love you,” you repeat again. This time it earns a chuckle behind you, the water rippling as his shoulders shake. You turn around to look at him with a frown, saying an elongated “hey!”

Jin is quick to place a kiss to the side of your face, peppering them the longer you scowl at him for the rude response to your confession. When he sees you not cracking your act, he softens up a bit. 

He places his glass on the side of the tub before enveloping you completely with his arms, squeezing you tight against him and molding his face against yours. Slowly, he sways the two of you with the water. It eventually earns a creeping smile from your lips. 

“I love you too, honey. Don’t be upset with me when I find it funny that you casually blurt it out. It’s funny in a ‘cute’ kind of way,” he admits. 

“You keep calling me cute,” you huff. “I am more than that, I’ll have you know!” 

Your boyfriend uses his palms to rub over your arms, compressing the muscles under his fingers as he lightly massages you. 

“I know you are!” he whines back, a teasing tone laced in his voice. “You’re beautiful and smart. Sometimes even a little rambunctious when you need to be.” 

Jin’s lips meet the shell of your ear, the smile he wears is evident in his words he speaks. He gently nips at your lobe, sprinkling his luscious lips over the skin across your neck. 

Goosebumps rise and fall across your body again. The sensation is so intimate it makes you feel vulnerable under his ministrations. Even a small moan escapes your mouth as you lean into him. 

“We just got in the bath,” you warn – regretting the second you even say it. 

Jin takes it as he needs to stop his actions, so he pulls away. He contently sighs, admitting that you are absolutely correct and that the two of you should enjoy the water while the heat lasts. 

“Can I at least massage you a little bit?” 

“You’re really asking for it, huh?” you tut back, laughing the second he begins to smile. 

You nod, leaning off of him to sit up. Reaching back, you tap on your trapezius (right above your shoulder) to urge him to place his skillful hands there. Jin commits to the request, arching both thumbs into your back as the rest of his fingers hook around to anchor himself. 

Steadily, he rubs circles into your back. Pushing firmly against the muscles that lie underneath. Very small knots can be found in the right areas, he just needs to experiment a bit more to find them all. 

Together, the two of you sit there in perfect harmony. The longer his fingers press into your back the further your head begins to swim. With the way your body continues to stay warm, rising the temperatures around you – you don’t even question the way you fall head over heels for the man right behind you. 

You bite back the want to tell him that you love him, knowing how it probably will end if you do. So instead you turn in your spot abruptly, disturbing his course of actions with a request.

“Can I suck you off? You’ve been so good to me,” you stare at him with not a single care or fear of judgment. 

Your boyfriend is minorly caught off guard from the way you so nonchalantly ask him that he nearly chokes on his own spit. However, he doesn’t miss the way his cock twitches under water from the sound of promising pleasure. 

The thought process is very simpleminded of him, quickly shaking his head in approval. 

“Let’s get out of the bath,” he beckons you with both hands. 

You giggle at his eagerness, grabbing a washcloth off to the side and quickly running it over the parts of your body that needs scrubbing. 

“You go first,” you smile at him. 

From your spot you watch the way he shakes a towel around his body to soak up the water droplets. He’s dipping his hands in the bathwater quickly before running them throughout his hair. Jin’s eyes look at you with caution, curious why you refuse to move as fast as he is.

“I’ll be right there! I promise. Just give me 5 minutes and wait for me on the bed.”

His fingers tap under your chin quickly as he agrees. You can see his cock already hardening as his mind races with a thousand thoughts.

“Hurry,” he beckons as he stands up. 

After Jin pads his way out of the bathroom, leaning over the tub to make sure he’s out of view completely, you unlock the drainage system for the tub. Rushing out of the pool of water, you’re careful to not slip on the tile below you as you scurry around the bathroom. You close the door momentarily, only to get to the small closet located right beside it. 

You secretly have stashed something for Jin in here on the first day you arrived. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to use the item. 

Tonight is that exact opportunity you need.

“Hon?” you hear the muffled voice of Jin through the otherside of the door. 

“I’m coming!” you shout back in an instant.

Your hands travel down the length of the piece of clothing you managed to throw on quickly. Smoothing out the creases and checking yourself over in the mirror above the two sinks.

You are not sure why you feel a hint of nervousness. Maybe it’s perhaps that this is the first time you are doing something like this. Surprisingly, you’re not sure why it hasn’t happened already. So you take that one deep breath you need to help steady your heart. The handle to the door twists with ease in your grasp as you rotate your wrist to unhinge the large wooden plank standing in the way between you and Jin.

With one swift motion, you reveal yourself out of the bathroom. Even taking your first few steps into the bedroom with confidence as you find a pair of eyes glued to you. You stop in your tracks when you can’t fully read Jin’s expression, sending a signal of doubt to your head.

“Oh no, does… does it look bad?” 

You shrivel up where you stand, at least that’s how it feels to you, as your hands grip at the loose fabric piece flowing over your body. Standing less than 10 feet away from Jin who is propped up on his bed, with a proudly standing erection in his hand and legs spread out, you feel as if you were in the wrong for whatever reason.

Jin blinks at your attire. Eyes wide like a milk saucer pan, frantically scanning over every single inch of your body. His lips part slightly, breath hitched in his throat as he struggled to gulp down the saliva gathering in his mouth.

“Holy hell,” he looks at you in awe. “Holy – Y/n. No! Not at all! How’d you – Why…” he struggles to even form a straight sentence with you. 

He nervously cuckles, heat rises to his face as if he is a child caught red handed. Jin’s grip tightens around his growth out of frustration and excitement.

“You look absolutely stunning, Y/n. Hold on now,” he smiles with astonishment.

Jin stares at you in the most disrespectful ways. The small babydoll light pink slip you managed to sneak on completely throws him off guard. It’s satin and sheer, see-through in the areas across your stomach and teases his eyes with the lace spread across your breasts. But Jin is appreciative to no end. He cannot help the way his tongue comes out to swipe across his lips, coating them with a gloss of his spit.

“Thank you,” you smirk with praise.

You stand there with a bashful smirk. Feeling heat from embarrassment but also the feeling of achievement from Jin’s reaction. There’s accomplishment swelling up inside of you, so much that you have no clue what to do with it yourself.

“Shit… do a little twirl for me, I want to see it all.”

You obey naturally as you try to cover up your smile with your fist. One slow spin helps give Jin all the imagery he craves. It urges him to run his fist up his cock enough to tease himself, just as you stand there looking like a whole dessert.

The slip flows with your movements with elegance. It compliments each and every edge of your frame just how you always wished. The more reactions you see out of the Jin the more trust you have in yourself.

“So…” you hum with a quiet giggle. “May I help you with that?”

You give Jin’s dick a pointed look. Noticing how he’s struggling to keep his pace slow. He nods happily; even his entire face lights up with the way you get closer to the edge of the bed and begin kneeling on the mattress.

“Where did you get that?” he leans further back into his pillows as he releases his cock. His eyes never leave your body, they can hardly meet your face with how tantalizing you appear right here – right now.

“I did a little shopping,” you say in a teasing manner.

You crawl up closer to Jin’s side, smiling down at him as he aimlessly reaches his hands to touch you. He wants to feel the material for himself, but also he wants to feel how the material feels on you.

He loosely cups your chest, running his fingers around the lace trimmings. Jin presses into your flesh softly, enjoying the way his palms cuff you. 

As you take his cock in your hand, you hear a stifled groan out of Jin’s throat. He’s heavy and thick, even the base of his shaft begs you for friction as it twitches in your hold.

“Hm, can you keep the dress on for me?”

You nod your head as you lean closer to him and plant a kiss on his lips. Whispering slowly, you take in his bottom lip between your set of teeth.

“Of course. Anything for you.”

You run your palm up and down his shaft, jerking him slowly as your lips come in contact again. Soft huffes come fanning out on your face as you make-out with your boyfriend. His breath shortening by the minute.

His hands come to lather themselves over you. Touching you anywhere and everywhere. Rubbing softly and delicately over the curves and edges of your body as far as he can reach. You pump him with the same pace, flicking your thumb over his cockhead to spread the leaking precum oozing from the tip.

You take the lead, planting kisses and trail them down the side of Jin’s jaw towards the column of his neck. Your plush lips press into him teasingly, continuing down his exposed chest as you shift yourself down the bed. The goal is to level yourself comfortably above his cock, mouth parted and ready to suck.

Gently, you angle his cock towards your face. You admire the angry tip with smudged arousal glistening the top of it like a glazed pastry. Bowing your body, you purposely leave your ass lifted in the air as you bend down toward his lap.

One kiss. Two kisses.

By the third heavenly kiss to the tip of his dick, you poke out your tongue. Wetting the area in a teasing fashion. You slide it over the slit that leaks his juicy precum, tasting it on your tastebuds as your eyes look up toward him.

“Mmm,” you hum with a smile. Letting the man know you fully value how delicious his flavor is.

“God, you’re so gorgeous like that. With those eyes staring up at me,” he comments with a huff.

You thank him kindly by sinking your mouth on him. Allowing yourself to hollow your cheeks out and forcing the size of him inside. His cock lays across your tongue as you flatten it, allowing the girthy appendage to sweep past and inch closer to your throat.

Pulling back, you continue the rhythmic motion of bobbing your head down on Jin. Taking him in more by each gifted inch. Every time you pull back, you suck in – harder. More forceful with the next grind down on him.

You try your very best to keep contact with the lustful eyes staring down at you. His jugular bobs as he swallows thickly, chest rising to keep up with his beating heart. Jin leers down at you with mirth radiating from him.

His hooded eyes twinkle with excitement and carnal desire. Even in the heat of his feverish delight, his palm can’t help but run over the side of your head and brush away the strands of your hair.

“Oh, Y/n,” he moans out loud. He sets his teeth together as if they can hold back another noise, but it fails.

He encourages you to go faster with how prominent his hand is on the top of your head. The way he gradually begins pushing you down with your movements, a silent plea for you to take him all in.

You cover his entire shaft with your spit; allowing it to leak down and touch onto his pelvic area. With everything in you, you focus on breathing calmly. Even when Jin’s cockhead presses firmly against the back of your throat with his next firm push against your head.

Battling with your esophagus, you open it up graciously to allow him to shove further. Heat pools in your stomach as arousal gathers in your panties. You want to reach down, touch yourself to please your body, but you’re not granted that opportunity when Jin’s force makes your hands reach for his hips instead.

“Look at me, hon,” he nearly pants out. “Look at how you make me feel.”

He shifts himself up, thrusting his pelvis into your mouth as he holds your head. You groan and nearly choke out around him, gagging as his cock plunges further into your throat and forcing your mouth to widen further.

Tears draw near the brims of your eyes from the pressure; a reaction from your body when you cannot catch a breath for yourself. You stare up at him with determination, yet all Jin can see is how filthy your mouth is wrapped around his cock.

“You’re beautiful in that little dress of yours,” he compliments.

Jin pulls your head up abruptly, allowing your sucking to ‘pop’ as you are discarded from his dick. A string of saliva connected from his cock pulls and snaps from your lips as you hover in your spot right above Jin’s throbbing member. You gasp for air as if you came up from underwater.

“Jin!” you retort, but you’re met with a coy smirk.

“You’re so good to me, Y/n. I just want to keep doing that. I can cum so fast when you have me deep in your throat like that.”

Jin’s breath sounds slightly labored, yet you feel as if you’re doing all the hard work here. But you want to please the man you’ve been with for years on end. The one you could never replace. The same man who helped you grow as you helped him.

You point at him teasingly with a glint in your eyes. With a small wiggle to your eyebrows you agree to Jin that you accept such a request. Your wrist wipes away the remaining droll that escaped your lips before you dive down once again.

Slowly, you begin to descend. You tilt your head as you look up toward his flushed out face. He has a small crease between his eyebrows from the concentration he radiates as he stares down at you. His fingers comb through your roots, pulling your hair by the base and keeping them away from your face as you dip your head down on him.

With the way his fist forms in your strands, you realize how dedicated he is in wanting to control the pace. The pressure of his palm makes that certain.

“Fuck,” he slurs his word over the intoxicated way his head feels from the way your lips pinch around his cock. “Yeah, just like that. Just like that.”

Jin encourages you. Tingling your ears and fueling that small admiration you secretly always crave. It makes you feel worthy. 

Accomplished.

As if you and only you can make him feel this way. You hold onto this notion, keep it close and secure right next to your heart as your mouth and throat are at war with his cock. Jin ignores the small gags of desperation you give off the more he pushes your head down, he knows you can take him.

After all, this isn’t the first time you’ve pleased the man orally. 

But just how Jin’s motivating words fuel you, make you feel like such a good girl for him – your whimpers and tenacity charge him! Boosting that competitive and pampered ego of his, making him feel on top of the world when you’re breaking down around him in the most lustful ways.

“I’m close,” he warns through his soft pants. “So close, honey. You’re right there. Keep doing that. Fuck, you’re so good.”

His cockhead presses against the back of your throat as he holds you down on him with the purpose of shooting his load to the back of your mouth. Jin grunts softly, holding his breath the moment his orgasm hits him.

He twitches inside your mouth, you can feel it around your lips and throat. His cum lobs out in spurts; you hardly get to taste any of it with how deep it shoots out.

Your throat closes around him, trying to swallow him whole. You want to make Jin proud of you, as always. When you sense the way he begins to unwind down from his high, you slowly pull yourself off of his cock. Each receding inch gives you more room to breathe once again.

You hum; a lopsided smile sits on your face as you look over him. You watch the way his stiffened cock slaps down on his lower abdomen in defeat. Spent from its blissful release. However you give Jin hardly any time to recover.

You move up his body one more time, hands sliding up his bare skin until your fingers hook around the edges of his shoulders.

“How was that?” you speak with a bit of hoarseness to your voice.

Your leg swings over his lap, giving you the chance to straddle on top of Jin as you move your body closer to his. Knowingly, you hover your center directly above his sensitive cock that still spasms with aftershocks of his orgasm. But before you drop yourself onto his lap, you give Jin the fair warning with the way you link your lips back together with his.

Plunging your tongue past his teeth, you force him to taste himself. It doesn’t bother him one bit.

Jin hums a noise of brief protest, but you ignore it entirely.

“I want you inside of me,” you whisper against his kiss-beaten lips.

“Please,” you hum as you push your body against his.

Your boyfriend traces his palms across your exposed skin; up your arms, over your smooth thighs and under the loose fabric of your baby pink slip. He touches you with greed, pulling you with him as he feels your crotch come in contact with his dick.

Jin chokes out a moan, the friction so sensitive to him that he cannot help but be vocal with you.

“S-Shit,” he huffs. 

His fingers find their way between your thighs to graze over the sheer fabric that barely covers your pussy. Even from the first knuckle he uses to touch you, he can feel how graciously wet you are through the material of your thong.

You push into him once more, intentionally rubbing yourself against his cock. You grind down as your hands slither up the sides of his neck to grip at the back of his head. Holding him where you want him; kissing him how you want to kiss him.

“God, Jin. Fuck me now,” you beg with another dry hump. “Fill me up,” you speak in your most alluring tone.

Jin chases your mouth with his as he grunts back to your dirty spoken words. He lightly chuckles to himself in between kisses, a growing smile stops you from returning the last kiss.

“You’re seducing me you little minx,” he chuckles.

“It’s working,” you comment as you tug on his locks. “I’m so wet right now,” you whisper as you nose against his cheek. “So hurry and fuck me in this little dress.”

Without hesitation, Jin obeys the call of his beautiful lady. He hooks his arm around your body before swapping places with you in one swift movement. Your back lands on the mattress faster than you can count to 1. Jin’s already lifting the skirt of your slip to pool it around your waist in 2. His fingers pull away the thin material of your panties in 3 mere seconds.

He looks down between the two of you, eyes focusing right at the apex of your thighs that you willingly spread open for him. Opening yourself up wide to show how much you truly are glistening for him.

Heat rises with how close Jin places his body to yours. The alcoholic beverages you have drank surely does help with your temperature – even the nice warm bath helps keep you nice and toasty. But the way both you and Jin radiate such a hotness between each other, skin on skin contact, your body begins simmering like water in a pan. All your blood vessels rushing throughout your entire being in excitement and anticipation.

That’s what has you beginning to feel like you’re roasting over an open fire. Though, you are technically under that theoretical fire.

Jin.

“Beautiful,” he comments with adoration.

His fingers continue to spread your panties to the side, holding the fabric there as his body edges closer to you. Cock securely in his other hand to help guide him to your entrance, not before he leisurely runs his tip up and down your folds to gather up your slick.

Jin smiles to himself the moment his cockhead dips into you, pushing open your walls with a hasty movement. The two of you equally gasp for air as if your lungs were finally released from a tight squeeze. All the pent up elation and eagerness built such fever between the two of you, that the initial moment of Jin entering inside you feels even more intimate.

Once Jin fastens himself in a position to where he’ll be able to thrust into you, he lets his urgency take the better of him. You are top priority to him, and the gravity of the matter is heavy to his heart.

Your chest rises and falls the deeper he sinks, sitting his lap flush against your cunt and forcing a loud slap of skin to resound in the air. Jin anchors an elbow down into the mattress beside you as his free hand runs down your inner thigh to your knee – pinning that leg onto the bed. It grants him the beautiful angle to look down your entire body, ogling the scene before him as his cock rams into your body.

“Mmf,” you moan through your nose.

The pleasure feels so heavenly to you, you cannot help but flutter your eyes from how your body grasps onto the way Jin drags his cock along your wet walls. Lust energizes you to touch yourself by folding your chest. You grope and tug on your chest, kneading your tits between your fingers while you let out mewing groans of delight.

“Ah,” – you smile with a bright gleam – “More. More!”

Even when Jin angles his head closer to your neck, sucking kisses into your skin around your clavicle, he makes sure to maintain his sight down the length of your body.

Sloppy wet squelching noises echo in the room from Jin’s onslaught of thrusts. It only shows how shockingly wet you are for turning on your man.

You feel him fill you up completely before pulling back, only just to do it all over again. Jin rolls his hips expertly into you, knowing that you need and want nothing else but that. Your body twitches for him, involuntarily, as you chase his thrusts with your own.

“Jin,” you moan soft enough for only his ears to hear.

Your body becomes restless, unable to relax as your pleasurable high eggs closer towards the finish line. You can feel the way your cunt clenched tighter with each passing second.

A higher pitched moan escapes your throat when he picks up speed. Jin’s breath fans out across your neck as he lowers his angle, positioning himself deeper into your cunt in the process.

“You like that, Y/n?” he huffs out between the shortness of his breath. “I wish you could see how pretty you are with how hot and horny you look right now. God, I want you so much.”

His thrusts are quick and shallow, but they work overtime. Each time his hips rail into you, so does his pubic bone. It rubs and slaps your exposed clit in the ways you need it to. Brushing that itch of nerves that beg to be set loose.

“I always love it,” you admit in a breathless confession.

The knot in your lower stomach begins to tighten while your legs shake around Jin’s slotted frame. Your hands run all over your front, unaware of where to actually place them as you find something to hold onto. You’re hit with a rush of warm tingling sensations the second your orgasm appears, sending luscious jolts of pleasure throughout your entire body.

Your baby pink slip bunches up in your fists as you toss your head to the side while chanting Jin’s name like a mantra. He fucks you through your release, slapping his pelvis into you as his palm continues to pin you down frame underneath him.

The feeling of your orgasm clenching around his girth, holding him with a vice grip, has Jin screwing his eyes shut. Control entirely out of hand, lost into the abyss of the world; his thrusts gain speed but lose accuracy. Jin chases his climax as your breathless moans ring in his ears.

Your name is the only word he manages to sing through his guttural moan as he spills his entire load deep into your pulsing pussy.

Jin’s hips halt against you, cock completely submerged and cramped against your walls. Light perspiration gathers around pieces of your body to help cool you down. But, Jin pays no mind to the salty taste of sweat when his lips latch onto the underside of your ear after collapsing on top of your body.

A soft chuckle leaves his throat while his arms slither their way under and around your frame. He holds you close to him, skins sticking against another.

His breath fans out in small puffs. He smiles with each small peck of a kiss to your neck.

“I love you,” he whispers softly.

Slowly and shallowly he ruts himself against you. Sensitivity for the both of you are very high.

“I love you too,” you smile with a laugh.

Your arms envelope around him, so do your legs. Embracing Jin in a naked koala-hug.

Moments of silence don't bother either of you. It’s comforting actually. You want nothing more but to snuggle up against your boyfriend, regardless of his softening cock still lodged deep inside of you.

Jin finally leans up with what room he’s allowed to, arm propping himself up as his free hand runs over his forehead to push back his dampened hair. He looks down with you, a smitten look dressed all across his features.

“You got a little drool running down your chin,” he comments as he scans the corner of your lip.

You blink at him as you prepare to respond matter-a-factually.

“I got a little cum inside of me too.” You raise your eyebrows at him, “I think a little drool isn’t my first concern here.”

Jin bites back his laugh while he nods. He slowly readjusts himself, dragging his cock out of you as steady as possible. The emptiness makes you miss him instantly, however you thank the small sting of pleasure reminding you that he was once there.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes with a bit of worry behind his eyes. “I know normally I ask ahead of time… I just got a bit carried away.”

You unravel your limbs from him, giving the two of you more breathing space. Together you sit up on the mattress, still leaning toward another as you keep your eyes connected.

“You’re ok, Jin. The clean up is a bit annoying but I don’t mind. I’ll just be in the bathroom for a little longer than usual. You know I have an IUD so at least that isn’t the problem,” you reassure your boyfriend as you straighten out the wrinkles in your slip.

Jin’s fingers come up to grip around the strap hanging on your shoulder, pulling it slightly back into its respective place.

“This dress… I blame this,” he smirks.

Yip! Yip! Yip!

“Would you stop scaring the birds away?”

Yip!

You roll to your side, away from the burning sunlight peeking through the narrow blinds. The constant noise of Taehyung’s six pound Pomeranian, Yeontan, barking up a storm outside stirs you awake. The voice of his girlfriend, Maggie, hushes the ambitious dog each and every time the furball speaks up.

Confidentially, you gauge the time to be far too early for your liking. Much too early to be awake at this hour. And too damn early to be smelling the beginnings of something so scrumptious, something so delicious, wafting into your room. 

It’s cruel how the scent urges you to stay awake. Calling to your senses enough to have your hand searching the other side of the bed for your boyfriend. 

The fabric feels cool, empty without the warmth of another body. If your intuition is correct, and typically it usually is, your best guess is that Jin must be cooking to his heart's content to accommodate the company of the houses with breakfast.

You give yourself a big long stretch, the type that nearly bone-pops your entire spine and pulls each muscle taut against another. Gingerly, you step yourself over to the bathroom, sliding on your boyfriend’s extra pair of fuzzy slippers and sliping each of your arms through the deep purple faux fur robe. It came as a couple’s set, no doubt Jin must be wearing his matching one seeing as it is missing from the hook. It serves to keep you as warm as possible in the early morning bitterness.

Your vixenous nightgown slinks over your curves, reminders of last night still replaying in your mind as you stare yourself in the mirror above the sink. The places his pillowy lips lingered far too long left small bruised spots on your skin. How his hands gently graced over the cups of your breasts, outlining the soft flesh before grazing over the tops of them. How his legs slotted themselves between your thighs, using his body to pry you open wider for him. 

Even the recurring thoughts about it makes your nipples harden and your body excited. 

You clear the small morning crusts from the tear ducts of your eyes and pick at the suspicious growing bump near the bottom of your chin before turning the faucet on. The moment your hand dips to test the running tap water, your eyes catch sight of something shiny slunk around your fourth finger. 

A deep furrow digs itself a permanent residence on your forehead as you analyze the silver band. Sitting comfortably on top of the piece of jewelry is nothing but a solid diamond rock, cut in the shape of a delicate snowflake and surrounded with two lines of matching small clear jewels. 

The water continues to run in the background as you zone out in confusion. Seconds easily turn into a lengthy minute of you just staring at this mysterious ring on your finger. It’s an obvious impression, a statement if anything. You are a fool if you think otherwise. 

The marvelous piece sparkles, shines. It is crafted so beautifully that Persephone would even be envious. Each microscopic edging refracts the light so gorgeously that you wish it is the reason your eyes begin to tear up. 

You stumble out of the bathroom, across the master suite littered with last night's residue, and down the descending steps of the overhead loft area toward the first level of the cabin. Hard on your heels, you pivot the moment you land off the very last step. You come face to face with Jin at the entryway of the kitchen, his hands full of tongs and spatulas. An apron covering his robe and slicked up bedhead hair. 

“Y/n?” He questions you with confusion and a look of concern across his face. 

The sound of your frantic pattering down the stairs, nearly losing a slipper in the rush, must have notified him of an urgency. To his own surprise though, it is you who meets him instead of any other residence from the second floor. 

“Jin?” Your voice comes out raw. It feels heavy in your throat, a harsh scratch straining against your vocal cords as your emotions begin to take over. 

Both of you stand there with wide eyes and shock, for several reasons all at once. Jin is confused as to why you’re up already and if his plan has ultimately been ruined. He cannot read the reason for the tears running down your cheeks or the small hiccup in between your breaths. You’re just trying to maintain every fabricated nerve inside your body to stay as sane as humanly possible. 

But the moment you catch the hint of kindness, the look of full blown sincerity through Jin’s deep chocolate brown eyes… you lose all rational thought.

Your vision blurs the next time you blink, left hand raising up into view. It physically shakes as you attempt to hold it still, flashing the bright rocked jewelry toward your boyfriend. 

“What is this?” You sob. It comes out ugly; a horrible clogged up voice that barely breaks into the air. 

With no hesitation, Jin drops down the cooking utensils to the nearest counter and his hands immediately snake around to envelope you. His palm softly pushes your head into him, holding you close as he leans his against yours. He shushes you, but it only worsens your state. 

“Honey,” he speaks into your hair. His voice is calm, but he, too, sounds different. 

You use the cloth covering his chest as your tissue. His arms are your safe-haven. Everything surrounding you feels like flooded warmth, comforting you like a thick blanket.

“You were supposed to be asleep,” he lightly chuckles after sniffling. He reassures you with his hand slowly rubbing along the length of your back. “I’m making you croffles… your favorite.” 

“Y-Yeontan woke me up,” your voice comes out muffled as you bury your face further into his chest. 

Every hush, every calm and sweet word that Jin speaks only makes you weep more. It only confirms the realization of everything that almost starts feeling like a delusional dream.

“Look at me,” he taps your head lightly. 

You're reluctant at first, not wanting him to see your reddened eyes. But, you listen to his guidance. His thumbs swipe away loose tears that broke out, eliminating their existence as you try your best to look anywhere but directly at him. 

“Y/n.” 

“Is this… are you being serious? Is this what I think it is?’

“Look at me, please,” he pleads softly. 

You meet his heartfelt eyes, they glisten with moisture. Emotional, just like you. The sizzling and crackling of the pans on the oven momentarily remind you of his cooking. You attempt to direct his attention to it, afraid his food will spoil if left unattained. 

He quickly pulls you closer to the counter, stepping you aside to turn the dials down on the stove and lifting the pans away. A waffle frier dings simultaneously just as the bubbles of another pan begin to boil over the rim. 

Standing there against the edge of the counter, you timidly hold your arms close and across your body. The snug heat Jin provides your body disappears instantly as he swiftly manages the kitchen before coming back to you. Noodles, eggs, and various breakfast goodies linger about the area. Prepared well for whoever wishes to eat. 

“I’m so sorry, Hon. It was supposed to be a surprise.” 

He speaks, tone broken and saddened. His hands come to hold yours in his, fingers soothing over your palms. Jin steps closer to you, dropping everything to make you as unconcerned as possible. 

“I was going to wake you with breakfast in bed.” 

His eyes flicker between yours, watching the way they redden further as you silently sob. It breaks down his walls as he switches to his gentle nature. He feels the way your body trembles, how anxiety is riddled throughout your body and watches the way your bottom lip quivers. 

Jin’s eyes begin to match yours, coating lightly with a layer of tears. His fingertips never stop rubbing light circles into your palms as he leans closer to you. Voice caught in his throat and chest heavier than a weighted iron.

“Jin 一”

“一 I love you,” he confesses through a shaky breath. His hands squeeze yours tighter in his. A single tear rolls off the corner of his eye, mouth forming a soft yet weak smile. He’s trying his absolute best to improvise without direction, especially how his original plan goes right out the window. 

“I… I…,” he steps closer with a lump in his throat. His voice lowering, softening, as he continues to speak words he’s recited in his head for months. “You are everything I have ever wanted and more. I could never imagine a life without you and I selfishly want to keep you to myself. These past nine, joyous, years have been the best years of my life and I want to secure more.” 

Each detailed and pronounced syllable rings through your ears. Edging you further to the tender, vulnerable places of your heart. 

Both you and Jin sniffle with a trembling laugh. A small shed of light onto such a heavy and sudden conversation. 

Slowly, Jin drops himself down to one knee with his fingers interlacing with yours. The glistening of the snowflake ring catches both of your attentions and Jin wastes no time planting a chaste kiss to your knuckles. 

“Y/n… You are the love of my life. Through everything we’ve ever been through, I can happily say with my entire heart that I am more than grateful to have spent all those times together. I love 一”

“一 Yes!” You chirp up with as much voice you can muster. It surprises him, making him blink up at you with astonishment. “Yes, yes, yes! A million times yes!” 

Your hands are tugging him from the floor, urging him to stand tall once again and surround you with his arms. Tears stain down your cheeks as you’re seeking your lips for his. 

“I love you so much, Y/n,” Jin says between kisses. His hands cup your face, swiping away all the water lines even though his own are dripping down his cheeks. 

“I love you too, Jin. So so so damn much,” you exclaim as your hands grip onto his shoulders. “I wouldn’t want any other person out there, only you!” 

The two of you start lightly laughing at the hysterical cries you each release, overwhelming feelings taking over your bodies. You’re equally a mess, trying to regain normality of your bodies but the high of something new, wholesome, sweet, and heartwarming blasts you with an immense amount of blissful joy. 

You stand there trying to clean another up with fits of laughter and sniffles and snorts as happiness radiates between the two of you. A mysterious glow, innate charm shining around each of you as you accept the step step of your lives together. 

Too distracted with another, neither of you have noticed the sound of the outside sliding door opening and closing. Nonchalantly, the voice of Taehyung’s girlfriend begins walking past the view with a riled up and snow covered Yeontan in her arms. A thick fur coat covers her only to her knee caps and two large snow boots horde heat to her feet. Clearly the attire is thrown on to maintain the little dog for a morning potty break.

“You just had to go into the snow piles that are taller than you and now you’re covered with large clumps of snow,” she scolds Yeontan as if he truly can understand her. “I’m going to need to towel dry you, you furry fiend!”

Maggie notices the smell of food, her nose lifting in the air until she connects her eyes to the area of the kitchen. However, she immediately fixes her attention to the state of dismay you look to be in and her eyebrows shoot straight up to her hairline. 

It’s only when she steps closer as she questions if everything is alright, does she notice that Jin also has watery-eyes but with the largest grin on his face. Embarrassment flushes over you, too many emotions running amok in your body, that results in you nuzzling your face further in Jin. He gestures to Maggie with a thumbs up, letting her know things are perfectly fine 一 more than fine, really.

They’re great! 

You hear the hushed steps of Maggie walking away before Jin’s voice is requesting you to come out of hiding. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes looking down at you through long eyelashes. 

“I had this whole, sweet thing planned out to propose to you. Sizing your finger whenever you were fast asleep and spending eons on trying to pick out the most perfect ring that suited you. I hope asking you something like this is acceptable. I don’t ever want to let you go. Even though you’ve already said it, I need to ask it. Will you please marry me?”

“I just need you, Jin. I don’t need anything but you. Thank you for putting in so much hard work for me. To make things the way you wanted it and I'm sorry they didn’t pan out the way you anticipated. I would have said yes regardless of whether it was a ring or not. I love you with my whole heart, Jin.”

You kiss him, lovingly with warmth. The plush of his lips melt perfectly into yours, soft and gentle just like his natural demeanor when it comes to you. 

“Of course, I will marry you!”

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Imagine celebrating Christmas with Bucky

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ｡✭･ﾟ

It's your first Christmas together in your shared apartment, and you are super excited because you love the holiday

Bucky doesn't really show it just yet, but he loves how excited you get about all the decorations

"OH. MY. GOD. Bucky, look at this reindeer! Can you believe it?! They have a real reindeer!"

"I bet the reindeer can't believe it either."

"Shut up."

And when you passed the tree that ended up being brought into your home, he made sure to draw your attention to it because it was so tall, you'd definitely need help decorating the top branches

It ended up being too big, and you had to cut off some of it to make it fit, but Bucky wouldn't have changed it for the word if it meant he'd see that smile of yours when you saw it all over again

He lifts you onto his shoulder to decorate the tree, and he might even distract you a bit because he really enjoys having his head between your thighs (ohhh naughty Bucky) and drawing out the time you need to hang the ornaments seemed like the perfect plan

The evenings of the days leading up to Christmas, you have Bucky catching up with all the classic Christmas movies

And even though they are not his favorite (movies in general) he enjoys being snuggled up with you under a pile of fuzzy blankets

You even baked cookies with him and had to find out that Bucky is quite the skilled baker (though you still decorate them better)

At one point, you tried to get him to go ice skating with you, but that's where he drew the line

So it's just all really cozy and enjoying the season inside, but you're not complaining

Still, when the first snowflakes fall, you drag him out to the street before enjoying his warmth in your shared bed again

just imagine the soft mornings embraced in each other while the cold is rioting outside the windows, the room has gotten cooler but Bucky is so warm 😍☺️

"Good morning, beautiful. What Christmas activity do you have planned for today?"

"Just staying in your arms all day."

"That sounds perfect."

By this time, Bucky would actually get excited about everything you want to do with him for the holidays

And while he wouldn't admit it, he came to love the season more and more ever since he got to spend it with you 💕

You initially agreed to not get each other presents because the move had been expensive enough and "having you in my life is the best gift I could ever ask for" but you failed to keep that promise

So when Christmas morning came and you and Bucky are having breakfast in matching plaid pajamas, you get a little box from beneath the table and watch as his eyes widen in awe

"I thought-"

"I know, but... I saw this, and it made me think of you."

Bucky had never really gotten a Christmas present before. Back in the 40s his family barely had any money to eat every day, so presents were a rare occasion

Getting a present from you is both unexpected and incredibly meaningful to him

He opens the little box and laughs when he pulls out a golden maneki-neko ornament

"Like the one from the restaurant-"

"We first met. Yeah, I remember."

He moves around the table and kisses you

"It's the best gift ever. Thank you so much, doll."

You walk up to the tree and watch him hang the ornament before he pulls you into his side and admires the beautiful decorations

"I'm so glad you're here with me."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

a/n: Merry Christmas to everyone that celebrates, and happy couple days off for everyone that doesn't (or not, I don’t know where you are in the world 💞)! This year has been so amazing - I had so much fun interacting with you and really starting to write again. Thank you for liking and reposting and commenting and just being your awesome selves. You are amazing, and I appreciate you so much! I hope the next year has just as much in store for us as this one did. I'm not sure if I'll have time to post next week, but if I don't, I'll be seeing you next year with more fun imagines. I have some projects coming that I am very excited about. Until then, stay obsessed! Much love, Meg❁

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Marshmallows & Fluff

Fanfic Advent Calendar 2022 Day 17 - Daryl Dixon

Hi guys! So it’s my turn for the 2022 Advent Calendar and I present this super short piece, I have to admit, it was hard to get back into writing and since I took a (unintentional) break over the year, this is probably lacking but I hope you still enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts, love you all for continuing to support my writing! 

Prompt - “You don’t like marshmallows in your hot chocolate? Why do you hate love?”

Reader shares her hot chocolate with Daryl as they reminisce about the old world during the holidays.

Hilltop - Season 9

(I know the gif is not at all the right era but it’s the perfect expression for this, I swear!)

Winter has always been your favorite time of year. You loved how the snowflakes danced in the wind, covering the ground in a mystic sheet of white. How the festive lights of red and green reflected off the ground, spreading the joy of the holidays to anyone who laid their eyes on them. Even though the modern world had ended and no one put up any festive decor, it didn’t take away your absolutely favorite thing about this season: being able to cuddle with your favorite person by the fire. 

Your body shivered slightly as you were hit by the icy breeze once you stepped outside the Barrington House, it didn’t matter that you had a cozy blanket wrapped around you or a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. Regardless of the cold, a warm smile spreads on your lips as you look towards the stables, the faint glow of light from the second story draws you to it like a moth to a flame. 

“Can’t believe you’re able to sleep out here, it’s so cold,” you say as you reach the top of the stairs of the second story of the stable. 

Daryl turns to look at you at the sound of your voice and a side smile pulls at his lips, “Dog likes it up here.”

You chuckle at his words as you walk towards him and Dog and sit beside Daryl, “you’re gonna get yourself sick if you stay out here for too long.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine, got my poncho ‘n’ Dog,” he says then after a purposeful pause, “an’ you.”

“You also have hot chocolate,” you say, trying to not give him the satisfaction of making you blush, you give him the cup of hot chocolate to which he takes with a chuckle, “sorry there’s not marshmallows though.”

“Don’t be,” he shrugs, “never liked ‘em anyway.”

You gawk at him in disbelief at his words, speechless. Daryl catches your look just before taking a sip and he blinks in confusion at your expression.

“Wha’?” 

“You don’t like marshmallows in your hot chocolate? Why do you hate love?” you ask, there was a hint of genuine concern in your voice.

“I don’ hate love I jus’ never really had ‘em, ain’t no big deal,” he says, shrugging again.

You pout at him, “you never had marshmallows?” 

“Had em’ once when I was a kid, came home one day ‘n’ there was a bag of ‘em sittin’ on the table, I don’ even know where they came from bu’ I took it an’ ate ‘em,” Daryl tells you.

“You ate a full bag of marshmallows?” you ask, amused by his childhood story, you continue when he nods, “and you somehow still don’t like them?”

“I got sick after eatin’ ‘em,” he defends.

“Of course you did! You ate a full bag of marshmallows all in one go!” you say, your tone was one of amusement rather than scolding, then you look at him seriously, “I have to ask, were they the little ones or the big, fluffy ones?”

“The big ones,” he replies, then eyes you playfully when you start giggling, “ya laughin’ at me?”

You try to contain your giggles as you speak, “I’m sorry, but the image of you as a kid stuffing your face with huge fluffy marshmallows is too cute.”

Daryl scoffs and rolls his eyes then finally takes a sip of hot chocolate, he looks down at the cup in his hand, pondering something. You study the thoughtful look on his face then scoot closer to him, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders as you snuggle close to him.

“Next time we’re out on a run, I’m gonna be on the lookout for marshmallows so you know the joy of having them in your hot chocolate,” you tell him.

Daryl chuckles and wraps his arm around you under the blanket, pulling you closer. It was his way of telling you that you appreciated the gesture. It seemed as though Dog felt that he was left out of the cuddlefest since he got up from his spot and wedged himself in between the two of you, making you and Daryl laugh. 

“A’right, we’ll get ya some too,” Daryl says as gives him a few pats on the head. 

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Like I said, super short but still fluffy! Please let me know what you all thought!

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twelve days of matilda-mas - day 1: cuddles

hellooooooo everybody!!! happy holiday season if you celebrate something and happy day if you do not! i hope everyone’s doing well!

and a very warm welcome to a little thing i’m calling the twelve days of matildamas!! from today until christmas eve i’ll be posting a short (ish) oneshot related to a holiday-ish theme :)) i’ve been working on these since around october and i’m very excited for y’all to get to see them too :))))

i did not come up with the prompts on my own also!! i borrowed them from a list i used before for my mean girls holiday fics in 2021 (also if you’re not fussy about fandoms and are in the mood for some christmas stories pls feel free to read those too! please they took me so long lol) and the original list was created by @/bidiboop on wattpad (i hope i got that handle right!!) for that fandom and i just wiggled a few to fit this one.

anyway!! boring stuff over happy holidays or winterval or whatever you got going on and i hope you enjoy day one!!

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Jenny always takes her time waking up.

Obviously, she has an alarm to ensure she’s up and ready with plenty of time for school, but she’s usually awake long before. Sometimes she’ll drift back off and coast into some more dreams before she has to be up. Other times she simply lies in bed, comfy in the sheets that are nice and warm after sleeping in them all night, and lets her mind wander.

Starting today, school is on winter holidays. She misses her students, but she does have to admit that it’s nice having nothing to worry about until January. Her alarm is turned off, she’s cozy and warm in bed while a freezing wind blusters the bare branches of the small birch trees just outside her window, and-

Hm.

The one thing she had allowed herself to splurge on when she and Matilda moved into her childhood home was a nice bed. Large, with a nice mattress that sounded like it would age well along with her aging body.

She’s not used to being so cramped for space.

Furrowing her brows in confusion, she carefully tugs the blankets away from the small lump she’s found herself pressed against.

And there she finds Matilda.

She’s completely buried in the blanket. Her head doesn’t even rest on the pillows. Her nose is pressed to Jenny’s side, and the rest of her is curled into a loose ball next to her mother. Jenny’s a bit confused as to why she’s not asleep in bed, her own bed, where she left her last night, but she doesn’t complain.

She tucks her back in, beneath her nose this time, to ensure she can breathe, and gently strokes her nails through the roots of Matilda’s hair. She smiles as her nose crinkles a little in sleepy confusion, and Matilda cuddles a little bit closer.

They stay that way for a long, long while. Jenny feels the sun streaming through the window slowly shift to warm different parts of her back while she and her daughter share a cozy cuddle in the large bed. It’s certainly a pleasant way to begin the morning. Jenny doesn’t think either of them would complain about doing it more often.

Eventually, Matilda’s eyes flutter open and she stretches herself out as far as she can before curling back in on herself and blinking at Jenny.

“Hello,” Jenny murmurs softly. “Sleep well?”

Matilda nods and grumbles sleepily in the back of her throat. She presses her face against Jenny’s chest and murmurs, “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” Jenny echoes. “You’re not where I left you last night.”

Matilda nods. “Your bed’s nicer.”

“Ah, using me for my bed, eh?” Jenny teases, gently poking Matilda in the side. Matilda squeals and jerks away.

“Hey!”

“Hey me? You’ve stolen my whole duvet!” Jenny says with laughter in her voice. Matilda’s face falls.

“I’m sorry,” she says softly. “I… I… I just wanted…”

“It’s alright, lamb,” Jenny says comfortingly, tipping Matilda’s chin up. “You can come join me any time you fancy a cuddle. I’ll never be angry with that. It’s much warmer with you here, anyway. I don’t even need the duvet.”

“Any time?” Matilda questions softly.

“Any time,” Jenny confirms with a nod.

“Then… could we stay like this the whole entire day?” Matilda asks with more of her usual pep in her voice.

“The entire day?” Jenny asks in shock.

Matilda nods. “There’s no school. We haven’t got anything better to do today.”

Jenny considers this. There’s chores to be done around the house, and billing and paperwork for the new year to be done for school. But it’s only early in the holidays. They have days to get everything done. One can be sacrificed, she supposes. Especially for the greater good.

And this is most definitely the greater good.

“Well, I think we ought to have breakfast, but I don’t see why not. You’re right, we really don’t have much we need to get done today,” she says.

“Yes!” Matilda cheers, rolling onto her back and throwing her arms to the ceiling in victory. Jenny laughs and gently boops the tip of her nose.

“Come eat, then back to bed with us.”

They have some oatmeal sweetened with brown sugar and cinnamon, handle the dishes, and return to bed with warm, full bellies and a copy of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. Matilda sits in the hollow of Jenny’s body with the blanket on top of her and begins to read aloud.

And it

is absolutely

perfect.

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hope you enjoyed!! see you tomorrow :DDD

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Hi Cee!! I hope you have been doing well and your holidays so far have been bright!! It's a beautiful day outside, so I am going to request our favorite green-haired swordsman and light blue or dark grey! (I bought a new car, which is dark grey or "cloudburst gray" 🤣). Please stay warm in the upcoming cold days! Love, love, love your writings!!

hi mary! congratulations on the new car! thank u for always being so sweet, your support means a lot to me ♡

jet grey.

lazy sundays. cloudy mornings. a winter chill that begs you to stay in bed. gentle breathing. sleepy eyes. cuddling under covers. your lover's breath on your skin.

it's 10am and zoro wakes up first. the world is dark, cold and grey outside his window, and he's once again reminded that winter is not his season. thankfully, zoro's in bed — warm, cozy, and snuggled next to the love of his life.

it's 10am and you're still sleeping, of course. though even in your sleep, you’re a menace.

you’ve managed to swipe his share of the blanket and you’ve invaded his territory. your legs are tangled with his, arm draped over his chest, and he can feel the tickle of your breath on his neck.

but truth be told, you fit into zoro as if this is the only place that you belong.

he wouldn't want you anywhere else.

zoro smiles to himself as he brushes your hair to the side, his calloused fingers ghosting your cheeks.

"mm," you stir in your sleep and he marvels at the adorable way you wake up. stretching your toes first before you snuggle up to zoro is part of your morning rituals, and he waits in anticipation for the final step — you look up at zoro with a sleepy smile and a gentle "g'morning, baby."

he kisses your forehead, "good morning."

you respond with a kiss to his chest before looking around the room. "what time is it?"

"guess," he grins.

you sit up, blinking as your eyes adjust to the grey shadows of the morning. "don't tell me the sun's not even up yet," you groan. "is it like 5 in the morning?"

"nope," he says, popping his lips on the 'p' sound. "add 5 hours to that."

"it's already 10?! why didn't you wake me up?"

“you were snoring loud, i wasn’t even sure that i could.”

you clamp your hands over your mouth, and zoro has to laugh at how cute you are when you’re embarrassed.

“don’t be rude!” you swat at him but he dodges. you gasp at his swift maneuver.

“excuse me, how dare you?”

“you can’t expect me to not defend myself when i’m being attacked, can you?”

“attack? i’ll show you an attack.”

you climb over zoro and make to grab his cheeks, but he intercepts you and grabs a hold of your hands. he flashes a devilish grin, a clear provocation that you fall prey to. his fingers intertwine with yours and, despite being on top of him, he easily steers your arms in the opposite direction you want to move.

obviously, there’s no way you can overpower him but it’s so endearing to see you try so hard. teasing you is truly so easy.

“i thought you were attacking me?”

“i” — “am” — “you” — “dumb” — “himbo.” each word is punctuated with another thwarted attempt to free yourself from zoro’s clutches. his little smirk turns into a full-blown grin. he knows that your efforts are harmless; he can see the affection in your playful eyes and, with that, he supposes that he should let his pretty lover off the hook.

in one quick motion, you find yourself free from his grip but somehow, you’ve switched positions. it’s now zoro that hovers above you, and you’re lying on your back with his face dangerously close to yours.

you blush, “hey-”

“calling me a bimbo,” he says as he brings his face even closer to yours. “so you think i’m pretty?”

“obviously,” you breathe against his lips. warm and sweet, you smile just the same and zoro forgets that it’s the dead of winter. he forgets about anything else that isn’t you — you and your honey love, the way you look at him, the way you make him feel.

you loop your arms around zoro’s neck, and time seems to move at half-speed as you pull him closer and closer until the distance between you is no more and all that exists is your absolute adoration to each other.

it’s 10am and zoro is kissing you. the world is cold and grey outside his window, but it’s beautiful and wondrous in the way that only winter can be. it’s a breathtaking backdrop for every glowing moment of happiness that falls amidst the snow, and it’s truly a sight to behold.

it’s 10 am and thankfully, zoro’s in bed — warm, cozy, and snuggled next to the love of his life.

thank you for reading!

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