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[seokgyuu]

What could be worse than a valentine’s day alone? Exactly, a valentine’s day spent with your academic rival, Jeon Wonwoo, stuck in the home eco’s kitchen because you were both sentenced to take over the cookie baking for this season’s day of love. 

pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: academic rivals to lovers, smut, heart wrenching and tooth rotting fluff (wonwoo is down bad bad)

warnings: sexual content, smut warnings under cut! wonwoo is a little bit mean? but like not too mean? she’s also kinda mean. but they are in love! promise.

word count: 5k

a/n: hi everyone!! this is part of the cupids collab hosted by the wonderful @wongyuseokie for @svthub! this work is dedicated to the wonderful, the lovely, the hilarious @highvern! i hope you like it, babes!! sending you loads of love this valentine's day and thousands of kisses, mwah! i had loads of fun writing this and am happy to be a part of this collab, hehe. also thank you @ourdawnishotterthanourday for betaing, ily! <3

“I’m giving you one chance to get out of here,” you say, holding open the door. Wonwoo doesn’t move.  “Who says I’m the one who has to go? You’re obviously the worse baker.”  Oh, he is truly playing with you right now. You let the door fall shut, eyes squeezed as you stare at him. “Fine. Then it’ll be me and you, buddy.” “I guess so,” he pauses, eyebrow raising, “and I’m not your buddy.”

smut warnings: minimal degradation (usage of the word “slut”), praising, pet names (princess, sweetheart, darling, pretty girl) oral (f. receiving), begging, softdom!wonwoo, unprotected sex (you know the drill - wrap it before you tap it, folks!), creampie (get it… cream…pie? cookies & cre- ok i’m sorry).

There are approximately seven thousand three hundred and twenty eight places you would rather be than here. 

Nothing has helped you get out of this unfortunate situation. No pleading, no begging, not even wanting to send Seungkwan in your stead. Professor Yoon had been adamant in his decision to send you and him to this god forsaken home eco kitchen to bake the badge of cookies for the Valentine’s day sale. 

“It’s not even a real holiday!” you had whined to Seungkwan, “if it were, we wouldn’t even be at class in the first place!” 

All your best friend did was rub your back and tell you it was all gonna be fine, all while writing a text to Vernon on his phone in his other hand. He was used to your antics when it came to Jeon Wonwoo. Everyone was, at this point. Both of you had not made it hard to get used to - just by the amount of times you had decided to fight and dive right into rivalry when there was no reason to. Perhaps, he thought, it wasn’t even a bad idea to put you two in one room together for several hours with no one else. It could give you time to talk out your differences. Call for a truce. Screw the anger out of each other. Anything that would make Seungkwan’s life easier. 

That day comes sooner than you wanted it to, and while your hand lays on the handle of the car door, you feel the uneasiness inside you raise. 

“I can’t do this, Seungkwan. One of us is gonna end up dead.”

“Yeah, my money’s on Wonwoo. Please don’t disappoint me.” Seungkwan hums back, hands on the steering wheel and his eyebrows raised. You turn around, your mouth slightly agape before scoffing and opening the door.

“Pick me up at 4?” you ask and your best friend nods, waving at you once the door is closed. He truly hopes neither of you ends up dead (but if push comes to shove, obviously Wonwoo because then Vernon would owe him 5 bucks). 

Professor Yoon had told you that all necessities would be at the university and that you wouldn’t have to bring anything except for a good mood, something you didn’t dare to say was impossible in the given situation. 

You aren’t stupid (Wonwoo would beg to differ), you are well aware that your professor is trying to end whatever war you and Wonwoo have going on by pairing you up for this. And while you get the sentiment and might even appreciate it a little - you’re more than sure that nothing will ever come out of this - Wonwoo and you despise each other. It has been like this since your first semester and it most definitely wasn’t going to change over something as trivial as baking cookies together. 

The home eco’s kitchen is in the basement of the economics building and you are happy to notice you’re the first to arrive. Smiling to yourself, you fish the key to the room out of your bag and unlock the door, walking in and turning on the lights. 

The kitchen is spacious and modern, everything is made out of gray steel, with a few dark wood accents on the cupboards. You spot the boxes with ingredients on the island, and place your bag next to it before unpacking the things provided for you and Wonwoo. It becomes your mission to arrange the cookbook with the recipe in the center of the right side of the island, gathering all the needed ingredients around it in the order you would need it. Then, you search the cupboards for a big bowl, wooden spoon and a mixer. 

You have gathered almost everything except for the mixer, spotting it in one of the higher cupboards you most definitely can’t reach without some sort of help. Biting down on your lip and gnawing on it, you look around the room, coming up empty. There are chairs in the room next to the kitchen, but you don’t have the key for it. With a sigh, you stretch yourself as much as you possibly can, hand reaching for the kitchen gadget - with no luck. Just when you’re about to climb on top of the counter, you feel something shift behind you, a body suddenly pressed against yours and an arm reaching up to grab the mixer for you without any trouble at all. 

Wonwoo. Your body stiffens at his touch and only relaxes once he backs off, putting the mixer down next to the other stuff. Immediately you turn around, your eyes glaring at him.

“Someone decided to show up, after all.” You spit at him and he rolls his eyes. 

“I was forced, if you must know.” He says not even looking at you. His eyes are focused on the ingredients on the counter, his lips slowly drawing into a smug smile.

“Control freak much?” 

Your head burns and you scoff, walking over to the door and feeling his eyes on you as you move. 

“I’m giving you one chance to get out of here,” you say, holding open the door. Wonwoo doesn’t move. 

“Who says I’m the one who has to go? You’re obviously the worse baker.” 

Oh, he is truly playing with you right now. You let the door fall shut, eyes squeezed as you stare at him.

“Fine. Then it’ll be me and you, buddy.”

“I guess so,” he pauses, eyebrow raising, “and I’m not your buddy.”

For the most part the two of you are quiet. Mainly because you don’t have anything to say to each other. You split the ingredients evenly (either one of you starting with their own batch since there is a whole lot of cookies to bake) and begin working on opposite ends of the kitchen. You get through the first batch without so much as exchanging looks. You do your thing and he does his. Only, when you get the first batch out, you ask him to hand you the oven mittens, which he does without any fuss. You’re surprised but don’t say it. 

It’s when the both of you start to work on your second batches that things… change.

You hate to admit the tension in the room. In fact, you’ve been hating it since the first day you’ve met him. It’s a shame he’s so hot when he’s the absolute bane of your existence. Your friends (mainly Seungkwan, really) tease you about your obvious attraction to the man you call your archnemesis every chance they get, causing you to flip them off, or scoff, or just roll your eyes at how extremely wrong they are. If you could change it, you would! Finding him attractive whilst hating him truly is exhausting. 

Slowly, you let yourself turn around in hopes he doesn’t notice. Thankfully, he is entirely focused on sprinkling chocolate chips into the cookies - white chocolate chips. You let out a gasp and your wooden spoon falls onto the top of the counter you’re working on.

“That’s cheating!” You shout, pointing at the package of sweets that he so obviously brought himself. What a jerk!

Not even looking at you, Wonwoo chuckles at your words, placing the chocolate chips next to him and wiping his hands on the apron he had put on earlier. Then, he turns to you, hip leaning against the counter, arms crossed and his eyebrows raised as he smirks like the douchebag you know he is.

“Cheating, yeah?” He repeats, licking his lips, “not sure it counts as cheating when it was clear from the beginning I would make better cookies, sweetheart.”

His condescending way of talking to you has always succeeded in making your blood boil, just like right now. You scoff, shaking your head and cleaning your own hands with a kitchen towel to your left.

“You know, considering these are for the day of love it is quite ironic Professor Yoon paired me with you, the person I hate the most.” You present Wonwoo with a honey dripping smile that couldn’t be more fake. Wonwoo doesn’t waver though. He just continues to smirk, his eyebrows shooting up even more, and before you know it he starts walking towards you, a click of his tongue almost making you flinch.

“See, love and hate are like siblings. While on the surface they couldn’t be more different, in their core they are irritatingly similar,” his voice is deep and his eyes are right there on yours and somehow you feel like he has taken away your ability to breathe. What the hell is he doing?

“You were always fascinating to me, darling. Always so sure of your opinion, never wavering. That first day we met, do you remember? How you were on my ass for the rest of the day because Professor Cha liked my answer better than yours?”

“He did not!” You shoot back, surprised by your own whiny tone. Looking at Wonwoo’s face, the defined jawline and cheekbones, the round specs on top of his nose and the brown soft curls falling into his forehead, you immediately regret speaking up at all. There is something in his eyes now, something you have never seen before  - at least not on him. Something inside of him shifted, like a switch that had been flipped, and the way he looks at you makes all of your skin erupt in goosebumps. 

“Ah, so I imagined things?” Wonwoo only so much as whispers, his large frame coming even closer, “Are you saying I’m a liar, pretty girl?”

Pretty girl. What the fuck? Your eyes widen and you feel your throat closing up. Absolutely not, you could not freeze right now! He was testing you, seeing how far he could go before you actually fell for whatever he was trying to do. Gathering all your confidence, you bring your hands up to place them on his chest and softly push him away. It gives you extreme satisfaction when you see the surprise on his face.

“And if I am? What are you going to do about it, Wonwoo?” Your smile turns smug and the little vein on Wonwoo’s forehead pops out just slightly. About to retrieve your arms, you are met with his hands around your wrists and his body even closer to yours. 

To say he catches you by surprise would be an understatement. Your lower back is pressed against the counter, your hands in his grip and your lungs missing the necessary air to not get dizzy. Why does he smell so good? You catch yourself thinking thoughts you normally would try to suppress at any given time - especially when Wonwoo is right in front of you. This time, though, there is no escaping. Not with him so close, not with him staring right into your soul.

“I have learned one thing over the years we’ve known each other, Y/N,” he breathes, eyes not leaving your face, “you can be a real fucking brat.”

The gasp you want to let out gets stuck in your throat. Instead, something like a choke comes out, something that makes Wonwoo smirk and your legs weak.

“You really think you’re sly. Do you honestly believe I don’t know how attractive you find me? How you need to look away everytime I come in wearing tighter shirts or pants that hang low enough to see the waistband of my underwear? You always try to act like you hate me and, you know what, maybe you do, but what I said earlier isn’t wrong, darling, love and hate are like yin and yang - they can’t exist without the other.”

He has your wrists in a strong grip and his lower body is now pressed against yours, something you never realized you craved. Feeling his growing erection against you, knowing he is turned on by you, by the situation, you feel like your head is about to explode. 

“So, what if I tell you that maybe I don’t actually hate you, but I actually find you attractive as well? What if I tell you nine out of ten times I want to shut your annoying mouth up by shoving my cock right down your tight throat? Or how whenever you bend over your desk to tell someone something you, of course, know better than them, I want to take you just like that and make everyone see just how much of a desperate pretty slut you actually are?”

You’re done for. With every word he’s saying, you can feel yourself actually becoming what he says you are. Desperate. The heat between your legs has turned into liquid in your panties, has turned into your heart beating at triple speed. 

“Y-You can’t just say that!” You stutter, knowing full well he will just laugh at you. And he does. He laughs and he throws his head back and then he looks at you again, his eyes glinting with want that only gets emphasized by the hard cock pressing against you. 

“Oh, sweet, sweet baby. Of course, I can,” he hums, finally letting go of one of your wrists to carefully tug a strand of hair behind your ear, “you’re so beautiful, especially when you’re flustered.” 

He must be playing with you. It has to be one of his games. He wants you to give in, wants you to fall for this only to hold it over your head for the rest of your college life. His mixture of dominance and sweetness is about to give you whiplash, especially when he begins to caress your cheek and leans down, his breath hitting your cheek. 

“We need to finish those cookies, Wonwoo.” The words are whispered and almost inaudible, but he hears you and he smiles.

“We’re alone in this basement, sweetheart. We’ve got all day to finish those cookies.” His hand wanders down, finding its place on your hip. You shiver slightly, your gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips and when his nose bumps against yours, something tells you that maybe he is serious. 

When he kisses you, you figure that something is correct. What’s supposed to start soft turns into something deep, and hot, and uncontrolled, right off the bat. Kissing Wonwoo feels like the only thing you had ever missed out on in life and now you finally got the chance to take what belongs to you. His lips are soft and his tongue is warm, pressing against yours and entangling it in a dance of fire. Your hands are in his hair and his are on your hips and you’re sitting on top of the counter with all of your ingredients pushed to the side, your wooden spoon falling to the floor when Wonwoo lifts you up. 

As if on instinct, your legs wrap around him and you moan against his lips when his hands move up, groping your breasts through your shirt. He licks into your mouth, your fingers digging into his nape, nails dragging along his skin. 

If you could see into Wonwoo’s brain you might have gotten scared. Not because he’s thinking actual scary thoughts but because of how many times he has imagined this. You’re always there, somewhere in his brain, your smile, your eyes, your laugh. And when he’s alone and can’t sleep you’re there too, but this time it’s how he thinks you’d sound when he’s inside of you, when he sucks on your neck and squeezes your tits. There hasn’t been a day since he met you that he hadn’t thought about you. 

It’s a shame you immediately called him out to be your academic rival on that day because all Wonwoo wanted to do back then was to make you his girlfriend, basically falling in love with you at first sight. As cliché as it sounds, it’s even more cliché considering he just played along with you, acting like he hated you, riling you up during class in ways he would rather switch for moments like this one right now. 

Never had he imagined he’d get you alone, especially considering how good you are at avoiding him. But when Professor Yoon had asked him to bake the cookies for the Valentine’s day sale - he couldn’t help but suggest you as his partner. Hours would be spent together in a kitchen, hours you had to spend with him. 

He loves how right he was. How right he was about you giving in, about you finding him hot, about you wanting him. He loves the sounds you make when he begins kissing down your neck and when his hand wanders under your shirt and shoves away your bra to touch the breasts he had been dreaming about. He sucks marks onto your neck and feels himself grow harder with every passing second. There is nowhere on this earth he’d rather be than right here, between your legs. 

“Been dying to do this, you know?” He mumbles against your neck, licking up to your earlobe and twitching in his pants when he feels you shivering under his touch.

“R-Really?” You whimper back and Wonwoo nods, both hands moving to your cheeks, lips back on yours in a heated, passionate kiss. He thinks that nothing will ever feel as good as kissing you. 

“Yeah, baby, wanted to kiss you forever, fuck,” he moans when your fingers move underneath his shirt, when you touch his bare skin and all of him begins to burn.

“Wanted to touch you, taste you.” His words echo in your mind and you open your eyes, a horny daze in them that makes Wonwoo question his sanity. He moves down now, kissing your neck again and shoving your shirt up to kiss your stomach and breasts over your bra, nimble fingers opening the apron you had laced around your hips earlier. 

“Can I taste you, pretty girl?” He asks then and you think you nod, at least you want to nod, but your head is clouded and you feel like you’re about to pass out. When he moves to get the apron off of you, focussing on opening your pants next, you figure you did in the end. 

Having you half naked in front of him makes Wonwoo feel like he has reached the gates of heaven. Your pants are on the floor and your chest is heaving, eyes glossy as you watch Wonwoo move to the floor, his tall body still reaching the top of the counter when he kneels in front of you. He moves his arms, wrapping them around your thighs and pulling you closer, his nose tapping against your sensitive core the next second. With a gasp, your hands reach for his head of hair, grounding yourself in it as you stare down at the way he eyes your pussy as if he had never seen anything more delicious in his life. 

When he moves your panties to the side, his finger softly gliding over your folds, you feel yourself shiver once more. You let out another whimper, biting down on your lip that feels hot and a little bruised after the way Wonwoo had kissed you. 

“God, I can’t even tell you how many nights I’ve dreamt of this moment.” He kisses the inside of your thighs, making you moan quietly, fingers coating themselves in your juices, ready to please you. 

Watching him is messing with your head in the best way possible. The way he looks at you, so full of endearment and adoration. How he touches you as if you’d break if he touched you too vehemently. He lets his tongue glide over your skin, moving until it reaches your dripping cunt, licking over your lips, tasting you for the first time. The moan he lets out has you digging your nails into his scalp, mouth dropped as you continue to stare down, continue to watch Wonwoo, your archnemesis, begin to devour your pussy like a Michelin star dish. 

He starts off slow, licking over your folds, not touching your clit even once. If he died right now, he’d be content. Tasting you, hearing your sounds when you’re aroused, him being the cause of it - it’s almost all of his dreams coming true. His fingers move, one of them circling your entrance, your whines growing louder by the second. You want his fingers inside of you, you need them inside of you. Wiggling your hips against him, Wonwoo chuckles at your antics and finally moves his finger, inch by inch sinking into your needy hole, your eyes squeezing shut as you clench around him. 

“So, so eager, princess,” he mumbles against your pussy, another breathy laugh causing you to thrust forward, his finger now completely inside of you. And, fuck, do you feel wonderful. So much better than anything Wonwoo had experienced before, better than anything he could have imagined. Perhaps, he figures, it’s because it’s you. 

Next thing you know, Wonwoo’s lips are around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, tongue flicking against it and leaving you to moan his name time and time again. Your hips move against him and he lets you, his cock straining against his pants in desperate need for attention. But not yet, he isn’t done with you. First, you’d have to come undone on his tongue and his fingers, first you had to scream his name as you experienced complete and utter satisfaction. Wonwoo does everything in his power for that to happen. He adds another finger and fucks you open, his long fingers meeting your sweet spot with every thrust as if he had studied your body for hundreds of hours. His tongue does the work of a god, his lips kiss you like you had never known you needed to be kissed, especially down there. 

“D-Don’t stop! Oh, fuck, Wonwoo!” You cry out, your head thrown back as you focus on nothing but your pleasure, on how he feels on your pussy, how it all is too much and yet not enough. You think about what’s to come, about how he will fuck you next, will sink into you with his cock, will make you feel like you’re the most precious woman on this planet. Even more than he already does. Your high is nearing, it’s so close you can feel it right there in front of you, that tight knot in your stomach about to break free and give you one of the most intense orgasms of your life. 

“Cum for me, baby. Fuck, I want you to cum on my tongue.” Wonwoo’s words are like magic, like a spell that he puts on you. A lewd whine escapes your throat and you do as he wishes, cumming all over his tongue and fingers, your juices drenching his face. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his face, anticipation filling him when he finally parts from you. 

Immediately, you pull down to kiss him when he stands. Tasting yourself on his lips with your hands opening his apron and getting it off his tall frame with his help, you can’t wait to get even closer to him. You slip out of your panties with his lips steadily on yours, a faint sound in your ears when they hit the floor.

“Need you so bad, Wonwoo, please hurry,” you cry out and he laughs, kissing your neck and your cheek, his hands opening his belt, zipper and button, shoving his pants down only for you to gasp at the sheer size of his bulge. He grins, hands back on your face to make sure you’re looking at him.

“Naughty, aren’t you? My perfect, pretty slut,” he kisses your lips again and your eyes roll back, your pussy throbbing in want. And obviously he knows how much you want him - he wants you just the same. As he continues to kiss you, he moves to pull his briefs down, his hard erection springing free, angry tip red and smeared with pre, oh-so ready to sink into your warm embrace. You part from him, eyes now setting on his cock, your mouth watering at the sight. 

“Fuck, you’re big,” you say, swallowing down the saliva pooling in your mouth. Wonwoo only grins wider, his big hands finding purchase on your hips as he leans down again. 

“Beg a little for it, baby, and you might get it.” You shiver and bite down on your lip, your hands wandering over his still clothed torso and down to his cock, slowly wrapping your hand around it.

“Please, Wonwoo, please fuck me…,” is your whispered plead, and the man standing in between your legs groans against your neck, sucking yet another mark into your delicate skin before nodding and grabbing his cock out of your hand, lining it up perfectly with your entrance and slowly sinking in.

His forehead is leaned against yours when he bottoms out and his hands caress your head, coming to a stop on your nape. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles, kissing the tip of your nose and you smile, giving the tip of his nose a kiss back. Then, he parts from you and the look in his eyes changes from soft to dark. He does his first thrust, catching you off guard, a loud moan escaping you. Your hands grab onto his shoulders as he continues his thrusts, fucking you deep and hard, his eyes focused on your face that contours in absolute bliss. When he said you’re beautiful, he meant it. 

He is holding onto your hips again, pulling you as close to him as he can, his hips chasing yours, his cock in the deepest bits of your pussy, your gummy walls squeezing him for his pleasure. There is nothing you can do besides begging him to go faster, begging him to not ever stop and crying his name when he leans down to suck on your hard nipple over your shirt. 

“Wonwoo! Fuck!” You clench over and over again, stars dancing in front of your eyes accompanied by beautiful lights that slowly but surely turn into fireworks. With every thrust of his hips, you feel yourself coming closer to the edge again. You want him to fill you, want him to claim you as his, make you feel full of him and only him. Nails are digging into his shoulders, your head falling back against the kitchen cabinet, his groans and the beautiful sound of your name coming out of his mouth chasing you off the cliff and into the warm waters of yet another intense orgasm. 

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, oh- Wonwoo!” It’s done, you are done, your climax hitting you hard and making you gush all over his length that is still so deeply buried inside your sensitive cunt. Wonwoo moans, feeling your pussy clench around him, squeeze him, beg him to cum, to decorate you in his shades of white. And he wants to, god, there is nothing he had ever wanted more. His breathing becomes labored and he leans forward, engulfing you in yet another heated kiss, one arm wrapped around you, the other letting its hand rest on your cheek, thumb caressing your chin as his tongue flicks against yours over and over, mixed with his breathless moans. 

When you squeeze him the next time, he erupts. He moans your name, hips becoming frantic as he shoots his load into you, spurts of white and hot cum filling your spent pussy, your and his combined releases dripping down your thighs even as he fucks his cum so, so deep into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants against your mouth, continuing to kiss you right after, riding out his orgasm and only stopping when you’re both completely out of breath. 

It’s silent for a few moments, the only thing audible your almost synchronized breathing. Your hands are still on his shoulders, his hands are still on your waist and your cheek. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and he softly kisses your sweaty skin, nothing but pure happiness running through him at this point. He softly caresses your face as he leans back again, his eyes searching for yours. 

“Y/N,” he then breathes, a small and maybe even shy smile playing on his lips.

“Wonwoo,” you sigh back, pulling him into a hug that he accepts with a laugh, both his arms now fully wrapped around your body. He’s still inside of you and only leaves you when you part from the hug, more of his release now dripping out of your core. He doesn’t ask whether you’re on birth control because for all he cares he would love to have you pregnant with his child. The thought alone makes his head spin. 

“Well,” he begins, a smug smile on his face as he leans down to pick up your panties, “that definitely gives ‘cookies and cream’ a different meaning.” 

You stare at him, slightly bewildered, for around three seconds before you burst into laughter, grabbing your underwear from him and jumping back onto your shaky feet. “You’re horrible,” you say and shake your head and Wonwoo’s smile grows even wider.

“Maybe. But I promise you, sweetheart, I’ll never ever be horrible to you again.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that, Mr. Know-It-All,” you smile and give his cheek a peck that he reacts to by turning bright red. 

It is in that exact moment you realize Wonwoo was never your archnemesis. Nor has he ever been as much of an ass as you had made him out to be. Jeon Wonwoo is nothing but a loser who’s been in love with you since the very first day you met him, and perhaps you had always known. Perhaps you finally let yourself realize right now, the moment after he had cum inside of you and still blushes like a little kid when you kiss his cheek, that the only reason you had chosen him to be your rival was to run away from how much you knew you’d fall for him if you didn’t. 

“Come on, let’s do what we actually came here for.”

And for the rest of the day you and Wonwoo bake the cookies for the sale and talk about what your plans are for Valentine’s. To no surprise those plans immediately involve hanging out together. Maybe, you think, to give ‘cookies and cream’ that new meaning over and over again. 

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[purinfelix]

joao fluff where him and the reader decorate their house for christmas together and then bake cookies + watch christmas movies + cuddle afterwards! it’s okay if yoy don’t celebrate christmas, i could request a diff prompt :) I LOVE UR WORK AND UR USER AS WELL 💗

love actually, is all around ₊˚⊹♡

pairing: joao felix x reader (established relationship) summary: just some good old christmas-themed fluff !! warnings: none w/c: 1k

a/n: like i said with the Gavi one, i had completely misunderstood how soon christmas actually was so i'm so so sorry for how long this took and how late it is (but also the joao Christmas tree decorating vid lowk came out at a perfect time)... still anon tysm ily and thank u for being patient !!! hope you enjoy and have a good christmas !! <3

“No, look here Joao,” you sigh, squinting at the back of the empty cookie-mix box, “it says to put the eggs in after the butter.”

“Now why on earth would I do that,” he sighs, already grabbing two eggs from the carton and cracking them both in before you can stop him. If you weren’t so focused on the fact he cracked them both with one hand with such ease, you probably would’ve been more upset about the fact he was sabotaging the gingerbread cookies you two were attempting to make.

But even if he did, you were in no mood to be upset today - in fact, it was virtually impossible to be anything but utterly content at the scene you two had set out for yourself. You and your boyfriend had spent the better part of the afternoon decorating your apartment in time for the holiday season. And several fights with tangled Christmas lights, uncooperative sticky tape and broken baubles later, you had managed to make your shared space festive enough. Even from the kitchen you could spot the tree, who’s soft glow gave your living room an ambience and your heart a warmth that made all your efforts worth it.

You had even managed to talk your boyfriend into dressing the part, the two of you were wearing matching plaid pyjama bottoms. Meanwhile, Floki pattered around in a tiny reindeer outfit Joao had bought for him on a whim and seemed way too excited to see him in. And you couldn’t help but share his beaming smile once he finally wrestled the dog into the suit.

Watching Floki jump around your feet had distracted you from the issue at hand until you heard the sound of wet batter slapping onto itself, causing you to whip your head up to where your boyfriend stood tightly gripping a wooden spoon.

“Should it be this,” he paused, eyebrows furrowed as he searched for the right word, “wet?”

“I don’t think so …”

You leant in a little closer, worry growing in you as you looked at the concerningly runny batter. However your boyfriend was determined to go on, simply shrugging as he dumped it out onto the floured counter with a small huff. Before you could stop him he was already hands deep in the brown mush, face twisted into an almost adorably focused expression complete with a bottom lip jutted out just enough to form a pout. You found yourself resigned to just watching him as he worked through the dough, an endeared smile spread across your face - at least until he turned to you, hands covered with sticky residue and a look that had morphed from focus to frustration, and you decided you would lend a hand.

Once your gingerbread cookies, or at least your attempt at gingerbread cookies, were in the oven and the two of you had cleaned the stubborn remnants of the dough off of your hands you found yourself curled up on the couch beside your boyfriend. The combination of the pyjama pants and Christmas sweater he had insisted on wearing made Joao the embodiment of a heat pack, and the perfect thing to snuggle up to given the cold weather outside - even if he was more concerned with picking the perfect movie for the two of you to watch than reciprocating your hugs.

Still, you let out a soft hum of happiness once he finally picked one after what seemed like an eternity of searching and could set down the remote to wrap an arm around you and pull you even closer - which you had thought was physically impossible given how you kept shuffling up next to him. As the movie opening played, you felt his hand come up to catch on a strand of your hair, wrapping it around his finger to twirl it. It was a half-thought out action and a habit he had developed in quiet moments like these the two of you spent alone, a silent way of expressing his love.

“This is nice,” you heard him say softly, not needing to raise his voice anymore above a whisper given how close the two of you were. It was an obvious enough statement, but said in a way that conveyed a second message - one that said “This is nice, and I’m glad I get to experience it with you.”

“It is,” you mumbled in response, feeling the temptation of fatigue tugging your eyelids closed. Joao noticed this, and only let out an amused chuckle as he pushed your hair away from your face and offered more of his shoulder for you to lean on.

“I hope we get to have many more Christmases together,” he breathed, watching you try to fight your urge to sleep with nothing but love in his eyes.

“We will,” you said in response, which, even through your haze of sleepiness, sounded as definite as a sure fact.

You recognised the familiar feeling of Joao’s lips gently pecking your forehead as you drifted off to sleep, curled up next to him. You could just make out faintly the smell of ginger, cinammon and all the other spices you had used in your cookie batter still clinging to him. You could hear Floki pattering around in the background, the bells on his reindeer costume jingling softly, as well as the steady beat of Joao’s heart. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so content, so at peace, so calm, and the last thought that graced your mind was about how you would give anything to make sure you could relive this moment a thousand times again.

At least, it would’ve been - if you hadn’t been woken up rudely by the loud beeping of your kitchen timer, the distinct smell of something burning, and Joao cursing under his breath as thick clouds of smoke squeezed their way out of your oven from your gingerbread cookies, or at least what remained of them.

#joao felix #joão félix #joao felix x reader #joao felix x you #joao felix fluff #joao felix oneshot #joao felix fic #fanfic #football #oneshot #fc barça #fc barcelona #jet writes ★ #purinfelix #jet answers ✧

[equallyshaw]

ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ: ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ - Qᴜɪɴɴ ʜᴜɢʜᴇꜱ

and just like that, we are on the last day of holidays with equallyshaw

for those that have been here from the first to this one...ily guys

without further ado, happy holidays- i hope you all have a wonderful day with loved ones. and i also send extra love to those who could not spend christmas with loved ones for any reason. i see you and am going through the same thing🫶🏻🎄

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ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ, ᴅᴀɪꜱʏ ᴀɴᴅ Qᴜɪɴɴ were not meant to spend new years together. the two had decided for daisy to stay in boston where she is from, and spend time with her family. daisy though, didn't want to spend it without. it would have been their first new years out of the three previous ones that they'd spend not together. quinn seemed content the last time they finalized their plans for the holidays, but daisy was not content with them.

❅

daisy had been a ball of nerves all day. from the moment she woke up, the moment she got through tsa, the moment she picked up a coffee from the airport cafe and the minute she sat down in her airplane seat. she had turned off her location so quinn couldn't see where she was. they were texting back and forth after she boarded and then she heard the worst news possible, they were being delayed an hour. which meant by the looks of it- she would not be getting there until 9 pm. she texted bella brock's gf, letting her know her arrival time might be pushed back. and bella being the best, had no issue with that. she would make it work. she put her phone on silent, and pulled out her book to read.

she was in for a travel day.

❅

it was 9:15 pm when bella hugged her good friend, daisy. "oh my god i thought i was never getting out of there!" she exasperated as she flung her carry on suitcase and bag in the back, and hopped in the front. "i was worried you weren't." bella said putting her car in drive. "all that matters is that you got here safe and sound." she hummed pulling out of the airport pickup area. daisy nodded, "are we heading to your apartment?" she asked to confirm and bella nodded. "yeah, brock just left for dinner with the boys. i said that i would meet him there later since he knows about you already. but im so excited for q!" she said clapping her hands together. daisy blushed, "me too." she hummed responding to a picture quinn sent of his outfit to confirm that it looked good.

"quinn was being super mopey knowing that you weren't gonna be here this year.." bella let out, as they stopped at a light. daisy frowned, "well its a good thing im here." she hummed locking her phone. "he really said that he was fine with you not being here?" she questioned, as she began to drive again. daisy nodded, "yeah, he said that he was fine with it. he knows how much I've missed my family with starting work here in vancouver, and because of that i haven't been able to travel this season so far. i had a feeling he was putting on a front when we spoke about the plans a few weeks back." she explained and bella nodded. "yeah, im glad you're here. he was sad last night when brock asked about you. it was even more harder i assume because his parents went to jersey." bella concluded. "oh yeah, that was not a fun conversation to listen to when his mom said they'd be going to jersey again.." daisy sighed. "he puts on a brave face but when he could he definitely spoke his mind. i felt bad already leaving and then ellen told him last minute they weren't coming up and had me searching for new years flights day and night." daisy explained. "that's makes me so sad." bella frowned, to which daisy echoed.

❅

it was around 11 by the time daisy had finished her hair and makeup, which was simple and natural looking. just the way quinn adored it. she felt tingly with butterflies fluttering within her, as she smoothed down her pink strapless dress. "listen girlfriend...damn you look hot!" bella said knocking on the door before walking into he guest bathroom. daisy blushed, "he's not gonna be able to let go of you tonight. trust." bella said making daisy do a twirl for her. "lets get going but first we need to do a shot!" bella exclaimed, pulling her downstairs and into the kitchen of the townhouse. "alright alright." daisy smiled taking the shot of tequila and throwing it down. "damn never gets easier." she said after chewing the lime. "oo." bella echoed that sentiment, as she saw the uber notification go off. "brock sent us an uber, lets get going!" bella said throwing on her jacket with daisy throwing on her's as well.

the two hopped into the uber, and they were on there way to the private and upscale bar the boys had rented a private room in. daisy's leg bounced up and down, and bella took a quick snapchat for brock tagging it with "cargo has been secured". "im so nervous." daisy said and bella smiled, "my mom always says that if you still get butterflies or nerves before seeing the person you love no matter how long you've been apart, that that is something to hold on too. its a good thing. quinn is going to just about die." bella smiled trying to comfort her good friend. daisy nodded, and soon enough they were pulling up to the bar.

❅

the two gave their coats to the hostess who then took the two over to the private group. daisy walked behind bella who was texting brock that they were about to walk in. he texted back saying that quinn was in the corner with a few of the single guys. brock greeted them at the door, and daisy gave him a big hug. "thankyou for keeping him company." she hummed and brock smiled, "ofcourse!" he beamed. elias saw daisy from across the room and grinned and threw two thumbs up to her, which she mimicked. she waved to some of the wags who caught on to what was happening and they all smiled widely.

a zach bryan song was playing on the stereo, and once she caught sight of quinn in the corner, her heart just burst. he looked to be having a good time but seemed quite reserved. brock pushed daisy in front of him, and gave her a bit of a push to get going. she gave him a fake glare, before walking the rest of the way. the guys next to quinn face's lit up once they saw daisy, and then smiled and grinned toward quinn.

quinn was confused when the three guys he was with were grinning or smiling at him, like they knew something he didn't. he looked towards his left, and just stared at the girl who was supposed to be in Boston. his mouth was agape trying to process the situation, and she could only giggle in response.

"wait what?" he asked looking around and seeing the team watching him, before he stood up and wrapped his arms around daisy. daisy felt a sense of relief once his arms wrapped around her.

she'd caught him off guard, she'd gotten him good.

"oh my god - youre here?" he asked pulling away a bit to embrace her, and she only nodded in response. "couldn't ring in the new year without q!" she smiled before he pulled her in for a kiss. which made the guys and wags erupt with cheers. they pulled away, as somebody pushed a drink into daisys hand. "how'd you get here?" he asked, and she pointed to brock and bella. quinn smiled at brock who smiled back, and then he looked back down at daisy.

he wrapped his arms around her again, not believing that she was here.

"youre never letting me leave again, i assume? heard you've been miserable without me." she teased, and he shook his head. "never again. not a chance." he mused before pulling her in for another kiss. he pulled away after a few seconds, "wait! who said i was miserable?" causing daisy to giggle loudly.

and there you go folks!! hope you guys enjoyed this series (:

tags: @cuttergauthier @jackhues @toasttt11 @jayda12 @dancerbailey3

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x oc #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #vancouver canucks #brock boeser #holidays with equallyshaw #equallyshaw masterlist #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl blurb #hockey #hockey imagine #hockey fic #hockey blurb

[lunafairy777]

₊˚⊹ Prawns on Garlic Spinach ‧₊˚ ⋅

40g prawns (34)

80g spinach (18)

= 52 total calories

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--- Roughly chop the spinach, season with salt, black pepper and garlic flakes/powder or crushed garlic (amount is based on your preference). Add cayenne pepper if you want some kick. Steam for 10 minutes or until you're happy with it ^-^

For the prawns, since I buy the blanched and frozen ones, I just defrost it, season with cayenne pepper, salt and paprika, and lightly fry it using cooking spray :]

Side noteeee,,, you should probablyyy chop up the prawns and mix it into the spinach but I needed pretty plating sooo :3

ALSO HIIII!!! I missed you all so very much! I've been so busy these holidays since I'm preparing for my start at university ;-; BUT HI TO EVERYONE!!! I hope you've all been well!! You all truly do deserve good things ♡ Please do drink water and try to eat something today!!

Ily all and I wish you a better year than the last ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊ ˖ .

[marsosims]

Hello! I've been super busy finishing up requirements for school... Today's the last day for the submission of requirements and I've been rushing to do them and submit on time, but I've been struck with a bout of procrastination, and I thought I'd participate in simblr appreciation day!

(under the cut because it's surprisingly long [that's what she said...])

I don't really have any particular people in mind but that's mostly because I cannot remember every single person and I would feel bad about forgetting anybody,,, ANYWAY! here's some appreciation to:

The people who make CC and mods - y'all make this game bearable and I genuinely cannot live without them so I am very much thankful to all of u ily all (except the permawallers)

The people who make those CC and mods POSSIBLE - the people over at s4s and all the other tools like s4castools, as well as the tutorials they've made over the years have been INVALUABLE to the community and I just wanted to recognize them and say thank you <3

The people who reblog CC and mods - I feel as a creator, I've always been very appreciative of people who reblog my content because it genuinely helps me out to have my content spread to a wider audience. On the flipside, as a consumer, I'm also very appreciative of these people because I LOVEE discovering new creators that I've never known before who make literally the best items out there and AAA i'm just so happy

The people who download and play with said CC and mods and create the most beautiful sims, stories, and builds with them - as a creator, I honestly feel very giddy whenever I see people use my cc or even my mods. I know I don't generally reblog (because I usually forget) but I genuinely appreciate all of you! Thank you so much! All of the sims and builds I've seen with my CC have been incredible and have been truly inspiring <3 The stories and edits that I see on my dashboard (or when I stalk people on my activity dashboard IM SORRY) are honestly amazing and I LOVE to see it!

Of course, the people who play vanilla! - whatever type of gameplay you make, whether it's vanilla or with a shit ton of CC and mods, I love to see it! It's so refreshing to see how differently people use the same game to create such a diverse community! Vanila players, however, I have SOO much respect for. You guys are the strongest soldiers out there. I am weak to the temptation of custom content. Always have been.

The people who made this a thing! - this has honestly been one of the best things I've seen on simblr in a while, all the negativity and drama have made me a little less keen on being here a few months ago, but I've slowly come back and I'm genuinely so happy to see something like this happen :D

My patrons - honestly couldn't really end this appreciation post without saying a thank you to my patrons. Seriously, thank you :D You don't know how much your donations mean to me and my getting through college. The extra funds from your donations have allowed me to be generally independent in terms of funding myself and my activities. Seriously.

Anyway, this has been a super long post and I'm actually kind of embarrassed to post it because it feels like a long diary because I've been rambling about stupid stuff that I should have probably kept to myself but uhh yeah!!!!

Hope you guys have a happy holiday season!!! Expect more things from me, at least until the end of this year! I've been working on some stuff! Probably not exciting, but it's stuff!

#marso #simblr appreciation day #this is so rambly #bye #i'm going to work on my requirements again

[koifsssh]

OH MY FUCK I HAVENT SEEN YOU ON MY DASH IN SO LONG!!1!1!!1!!1!!!!11!

I’m dropping by to say ily and I hope school is going well and I miss you :DDDD <333

PHROG, IM GOING TO BE SO FOR REAL RIGHT NOW, I AM DROWNING IN ALL THIS WORK.

HOWEVER, i do have the day off tomorrow... so ill be taking to the time answer and reply to everything! i've got so many halloween replies... and i dont want to be late to the partyyy...

ILYT AND I MISS YOU TOO, i miss interacting with everyone on a regular basis... on the bright side, its the holiday season soon, so i'll have some resemblance of a break... anyways i offer this silly clown rainy, i hope you are doing well!!!

clown rainy for the soul... he's just a guy man...

#chit chat #rainy dewdrop #so much to reply to! #i cant say it isn't fun though... #i will try to get to them all as fast as i cannnn... #AND PHROGGG I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN FOREVERRR OMGGGG

[binarystarduet]

— Happy Holidays, Douxie!! @prismatikin / @hisirdouxi

spins you around! i hope this reaches you well, it's that time of year where i tell my friends how much they mean to me and you're definitely included in that. love forever. it's all under the cut and more! ☆

my friend from the stars

⟡ Hi! Hi hi hi *wags my tail* we haven't had a good chat in a while and I miss it so much, but I'm so happy to see that you're doing better, slowly but surely. You've always been such a wonderful person to confide in, your presence is so gentle and reassuring, you always know what to say and I honestly just love the way you talk in general. You're such a kind soul, it's something the world needs to see more of I think. Gosh there's just so much I could say, you've been in our lives for so long! I guess what I'm trying to say is I can't believe you've stayed all this time, you've really made such an impact on my life and I'm so happy we're friends. I'm happy we joined your server all those years ago, I'm glad we made the server with Callie too! I'm bad at conveying my feelings but I hope you know just how important you are to me and how much I value your friendship. You truly are family to me and my life would not be the same if you weren't in it. I love you so incredibly much and hope we can talk more soon! Maybe even call, there's so much I'd love to show you!! You should show us your art again soon too, I'd love to see what we've missed. hehe! Your style was always so clean. Have a wonderful holiday season and please take care of yourself !! 🥺🩷

This year's gifting theme was 'characters I knew you as in a previous lifetime' instead of like, IDs or anything, so I hope you enjoyed the little surprises! There were other ideas I rotated around too, like Shiver, Alain of course among your other pkmn kins, Grime, and more, but settled on these three. Adaman, oh Adaman. I could be speaking as Akari, or Irida/Mai (if I ever figure out which one of the two I am), but either way, you were such a cool guy. A great friend. An inspirational leader, and I'm thankful for everything you did for everyone, myself included. Plus you're a cutie too, but you didn't hear that from me! um.. Shirou! haha, hi! Ohh if I could hug you right now, I would! You were like family to me, a father figure, an older brother. Thank you for taking me in and dealing with all my shenanigans. You mean the world to me and more! I hope you knew that, but if you didn't then you do now, for sure. I love you! Last, but not least, Kaeya. There's still so much about you I need to learn but from the bottom of my Gunnhildr heart and on behalf of all the Knights, we care about you and are grateful to you. You needn't look for family, we are all right here and happy to accept you with open arms. Thank you for being in my life then, and thank you for finding me again in this one. I hope there are many more to come in the inevitable future! I can't wait to see wherever that takes us. ily ♡

keep reaching for the stars ⟡ Mao 🩷

[chaesonghwas]

For your non-holiday prompts!

Piarles + "You look beautiful" please? 🥰

HELLO ESPI DEAR🥰🥰🥰🥰

Thank you so much for the promptttt!!🫶🏽 I've combined it with 'gala' for my fourth (‼️) short fic of the week, I hope you enjoy itttt💖💖💖

“You look beautiful,” Pierre says as soon as he gets a good look at him.

Charles is wearing a black three piece suit, the perfect image of class - but his glasses are still perched on top of his nose and his hair is still irreparably messy. But, most importantly, he looks happy. He looks lighter than he’s ever been.

Pierre is expecting a blushing response to his compliment, but his fiancé only raises an eyebrow. “And you’d look more beautiful if you were actually getting ready.”

“Hey!” He whines, but understands that his shirtlessness is not particularly welcome at this hour. “I’m on it. You’re the man of the hour, calamar - not me.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “But I still need you with me.”

“For eye candy?”

“Whatever you want to be, Mr. P4,” he answers with a chuckle.

“I feel like that nickname doesn’t work nearly as well as Mr. World Champion, you know.” Pierre pokes him under the ribs as he walks by. “Anyway, I’ll do as you say. Do you know where my shirt is?”

“It’s with Ilies in the other hotel room.”

He frowns. “...Why?”

“I have no idea!” Charles complains. “But I’m Mr. World Champion like you said, so I’m not going to worry about that.”

He has no right being this cute when he’s being smug, Pierre thinks.

“Okay, okay.” He raises his hands in defeat. “I’ll go look for it.”

—

Pierre finishes getting ready in Ilies’ room, just to annoy Charles, but he knows he needs to do it as quickly as he can.

This is a big moment - the biggest in Charles’ career so far -, and he’s not about to ruin it. No way.

He gets ready as best as he can - there’s a glam team coming to touch them up in about fifteen minutes, but he still wants to do this so when Charles opens the hotel room door to a chuckling Ilies, he can also see dolled up Pierre waiting for him.

When he hears him indeed knocking on the door, Pierre steals a Santa hat from the Christmas decorations on the mantle and smiles innocently. “Hello, baby.”

As he opens the door, Ilies loses it hard enough to fall ass first to the floor, leaving a befuddled Charles standing in the doorway. “You are so dumb, but I’m glad you’re ready.”

“What? You don’t like my hat? I feel like I could go to the gala just like this. Daniel would laugh, at least.”

“Daniel laughs at all of your jokes - you’re one of his favorites.”

“I’m flattered,” Pierre says, wiping away a fake tear.

Charles bites his lip and rolls his eyes. “C’mon, the glam team is here.” He turns to Ilies. “Sorry, mate.”

“It’s alright,” his friend answers, “I’ll see you guys there.”

—

The drive to the venue is surprisingly tense.

Charles can’t seem to stop fidgeting - he’s tapping his legs, turning his phone on and off to look at the time, bumping into Pierre, bopping his head to the music. Anything to avoid sitting still, which is ridiculously endearing to Pierre.

“Cherie,” he asks, “are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.” Charles tries to answer but his voice comes out high and strained, cracking in the middle of the word.

Pierre just sends him a pointed look, and there’s a pause before he finally cracks and admits his nervousness. “I can’t believe this is finally happening.”

“I’m very proud of you, bebe.” Pierre kisses him softly, keeping him still for a second.

Charles smiles contentedly. “After this, I just want to sleep through the entire winter break.”

“We do have to meet our parents for Christmas,” Pierre reminds him, unable to contain his grin. “We kind of need to tell them about these.” He pulls out the chain around his neck, showing off the glittery engagement ring hanging from it.

Charles groans. “I’m sure Arthur has already told them. Can we go back to the sleeping until next season idea?”

“I don’t believe you could keep still that long.”

There’s a pregnant pause before Charles breaks out in giggles. “Fair.”

“It’s almost like I’ve known you forever.” Pierre sticks his tongue out teasingly like he did when they were children, prompting a similar response in his fiancé. “Unless you want to announce our engagement right now. It would definitely save us the hassle.”

He frowns, taking Pierre’s hand and tracing the place in his finger where the ring should be sitting. “No. Not yet. I’d rather we keep it to ourselves just a little bit more, and maman would kill me if she found out at the same time as the press.”

“Do you really think she doesn’t already know? I mean, even if Arthur hasn’t told, she did figure out we were together before we told her a few years ago. She might notice as soon as she sees us tonight.”

“It wouldn’t surprise me,” Charles answers honestly. “But if she hasn’t, then… she can wait until Christmas. I like just being me and you.”

“And Arthur. And half of your team. And Carlos. And Ollie Bearman, for that matter.”

He frowns. “I hate you.”

“And you also love being engaged to me, Mr. World Champion.”

“Ah, I love how that sounds.” Charles smiles widely.

“You’re an egomaniac” is Pierre's response, getting him a punch in the shoulder and a giggle.

Just as Charles is gearing up to answer, their driver pulls to a stop and Pierre realizes he has succeeded in what he had set out to do - distracting Charles just enough until they get to the venue.

He looks out the window, his face illuminated by the camera flashes and Pierre knows he must look absolutely besotted. “Are you ready, cherie?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“The first of many?”

Charles smiles, incredibly bright. A beautiful smile Pierre is desperate to see again. “The first of many. Maybe you’ll get one too, that would be nice.”

“But don’t let me win,” Pierre interjects, “that would be the last thing I want.”

“Oh, never. I’ll fight you until the end, calamar.”

#justi writes #1610 #piarles fic #piarles fanfiction

[therhythmafterthesummer]

it's been a while rhythm!! how is everyhting??

i have yet to read some of your latest works, but life has been a little bit hard lately and i found myself missing our dearest pack 🥺 unfortunately i don't have time rn to re read my fav one shots, but this week it's being kind of a parenthesis and i can breathe a little 一some needed rest before i dive in university life again.

i've seen what other anons said about the girls gang (wereroomies, i mean) hanging out together and supporting each other. even with their hobbies, and i keep finding confort on pretty because i feel like i have so much in common with her. those asks helped me a lot because university is a lonely period, at least at the beginning and in my experience, so reading about how they enjoy their time together made me realise i have to appreciate those little moments i have with my friends (who aren't studying the same degree as me, unfortunately i don't see them as much as i would like to).

these months have made me more mature, but in a good way. i have been carrying a very heavy load for years and little by little i'm noticing how it weighs me less and less, so i'm very happy rn. i'm in that kind of mood when i want to spread that happiness with everyone (so if you're reading this, known that you're amazing and loved and you deserve so much more that you think you do ♡).

oh, i also remember one time you mentioned that one hobby that pretty has is crochet!! i started this summer haha i crochet when i'm stressed, with a nice playlist 一which reminds me of skz's comeback!! what are your fav songs?? (mine comflex and cover me 🤭).

what i wanted to ask (this is a very chaotic ask i'm sorry) is how did pack members cope with loneliness and stressful seasons in university?? especially when they felt like there was no one they could tell how they felt, if that was the case...

i know i don't interact a lot, but i missed talking to you. have a nice day/night rhythm!! ily (❤️‍🩹)

things are doing fine! i'm tired but soon i'll be on holidays so i'll be able to rest lots hopefully~

don't worry, baby. my works will be there for when you have time💜💜💜 no need to stress about that, you've got enough of that in your life.

makes me happy that you can find some comfort in the silly conversations we've got going on in this blog. i'm glad people are kind enough to send in their thoughts and we can just have some fun with them together!

good friends should really be appreciated, and it's always worth it to nurture and maintain friendships, even if it's in a sort of cactus way (as in, maybe you don't meet often, but you know you can rely on them when you need them, you know what i mean?). that's really especial, so i hope you get to enjoy it to its fullest!

yes! i like to think pretty does crochet as a hobby, she just seems like she would, for some reason??? so yes hahah. i want to include it on an actual instalment at some point. it's cool that you picked it up too, though! it's really fun imo. putting a nice playlist or some video essay on youtube while you crochet is a good way to de-stress mewhehe.

i think my fave songs from the album so far are megaverse and social path (kor ver). all of them are good, but those two have me in a chokehold for sure.

as for your question...... here's the thing. werewolves live in packs for a reason, right? so, their pack was probably the biggest support they had in moments like those. i suppose they would've tried to lean on their friends, or to try and step back for a moment to put things into perspective. engaging in activities outside of school was probably a good outlet as well (like going on wolf runs, or going for a walk), just things they could do to remind themselves that there was life outside uni, and that ultimately it wasn't a race, they were there to learn, so as long as they learnt a bit, they could take their time.

i feel like Chris particularly would've struggled a lot, considering he was living alone alone during his first and second year. i can see him making the extra effort to meet with changbin and jisung weekly (or every two weeks) to avoid lone wolf syndrome.

thank you for dropping by and leaving this message! i hope that weight you're carrying continues getting smaller and smaller💜

#i hope i didn't miss anything... i'm very sleepy LOL #❤️‍🩹 anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

[theyrejustbehindtheveil]

-slides in under the deadline like the chicken in chicken run-

HAPPY HOLIDAYS @imtallerthanyou hope you enjoy your @mlsecretsanta gift ^v^

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When he was seven years old, the first snowfall of winter was in the middle of November. His mum was the one to wake him, full of excitement as she helped him into his winter coat and shoes, and ran outside with him to play in the snow. 

It’s funny, how clearly he remembers the brightness of the courtyard under a blanket of white, the bright bobble of his mum’s beanie and the wide curve of her smile. He remembers how he didn’t have to go back inside for breakfast or even for lessons, and how when they finally traipsed inside, wet and cold and happy, how Nathalie had brought them hot chocolate in the biggest mugs they had, with the little marshmallows he loved and almost never got to have.

He doesn’t remember seeing his father at all.

Ever since his mother died, winter has come to feel cold and dreary. Even when it snows, it’s not the same without his mother and her infectious love of the season. It’s been a few years since she died, and now, as the weather gets ever colder and the days ever shorter, he still misses her so bad it hurts. 

He misses his friends a little too. Since they all split up for lycée he doesn’t get to see them as much as he used to, especially as the holidays and the end of term get busier. He misses getting to see them everyday in class, and getting to hang out all the time outside of class. 

It’s weird, how he was so used to not having any friends and spending so much time alone, and now that he does have friends, he misses them desperately. 

One day in the first week of November, his phone pings as he unbuckles his seatbelt. It pings again as he shuts the car door, and three more times before he can fumble it out of his bag to read the texts. This early in the morning, it’s either an Akuma alert, or the group chat with his friends from college. (Or possibly both, knowing Alya’s tendency to spam-text when she’s excited)

When he finally manages to fish his phone out of his bag, he’s almost all the way to the school building and Plagg has stuck his head out of his coat to see what’s going on. Adrien lowers his phone so Plagg can also see without having to fly out into public. 

Ex-Akuma Class Support Group

Mari-belle: Morning everyone! I’m going to organise a Secret Santa for this year for everyone here! 

Mari-belle: Gotta go finish breakfast now, but stay tuned for more info to come, and let me know if you have any questions! 

Wi-Fi En-alya-bled: marinette my best beloved friend, ily

Wi-Fi En-alya-bled: but aren’t you supposed to be on your way to school rn

Mari-belle: Oh shit! 

Adrien can’t help but laugh a little, feeling a bit better about the day ahead. He still misses his friends, but even this little bit of contact makes him feel less alone.

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Start to finish, it takes Marinette three days to organise a secret santa. In those three days, Adrien battles two akuma, hands in one assignment and tries to start another, and escapes his room every evening to run across the rooftops as Chat Noir. Being Chat Noir has always felt freeing, but the weather is miserable and he doesn’t even have Plagg to keep him company. It’s still better than being inside, cooped up and unable to sleep. 

The miserable weather and the cold means that anyone braving the streets this late has their head down and no one is looking up at him. He plonks himself down in the shelter of a chimney and releases his transformation. Plagg whooshes out of his ring and swirls to rest on the rooftop. Adrien scoops him up in one hand, while fishing a wedge of cheese out of his pocket with the other. Plagg dives for the cheese as soon as it appears, before settling back in the curve of Adrien’s palm. The slight weight of him, as well as the smooth texture of his skin, is reassuringly comforting, and a reminder that he isn’t completely alone. 

As soon as Plagg has finished with his beloved wedge of cheese, he curls deeper into Adrien cupped hand.

“Hey, kid,” he says, “we’re out late tonight.” 

Adrien sighs. “Can’t sleep.” The cold of winter always seems to seep into his room at night, and in the dark alone with his thoughts he misses his mum so much it hurts. Normally he’d see if Nino or Marinette or Alya are still awake, but in the last few weeks they've all either been busy or asleep. “It's too quiet.” 

This is a bit of a lie, considering he lives in Paris, but it feels close enough to the truth that he doesn’t feel guilty saying it to Plagg.

Plagg rests the tip of his atm on Adrien’s pinkie. “Hey kid, look at me. You can always talk to me, you know. I'm not going anywhere, I promise.”

“You promise?” 

“Yeah kid, that’s how this whole thing works. You can’t get rid of me, no matter what. You and me, the Chat Noir dream team. No take backs.”

“You and me and camembert, more like.”

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with a good old fashioned threesome, There's plenty of the old Plagg-meister to go around.”

Adrien reaches out and skritches Plagg under the chin, just how he knows the kwami likes it, “Thanks Plagg,” he says, and then shivers. He’s been detransformed outside for a while now, and even with the coat he pulled on over his pyjamas before he left, the frigid air is still making itself known. The cold starting to seep under his skin is strangely at odds with the warm bubbly feeling blossoming in his chest, dripping into the empty cracks he keeps there. Time to head home then. 

He gives Plagg one last scratch in the space between the ears before standing up. 

“Plagg, claws out!”

As Chat Noir leaps and vaults over the rooftops of Paris, a phone screen lights up his empty room with a message from his friends. 

The boy who is also Chat Noir will see these messages in the morning when he wakes, with his kwami curled up asleep on the pillow next to his head, and the warm light of the morning spilling into his room

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The first snowfall of winter starts as he is in the middle of shopping for his secret santa. It's the first week of December, and he finally has a free afternoon to spend some time hunting for a present for Alix. 

He's already been to three different shops, and he’s not found anything that could work, at all. The problem is that he doesn't know what she’d want, And even if he did, he has no idea where to find it. Adding to this, there’s a spending limit, which nixed all of his original ideas.  

As he leaves the fourth shop his hands are still empty and he’s got no idea where to go next. As he steps out from under the shop’s awning, snow starts to fall on his face. He turns his face up to the grey sky, to feel the sharp cold flakes falling on his face. 

For a moment he is transported back to when he was a kid, spending snowy days outside with his mum. And then he is hit with another sharp wave of sadness, sharp and bitter. He misses her desperately, and he misses spending time with her and all the joy she had for things like the first snowfall of the season. 

“Adrien!”

Adrien jolts at the sound of his name being yelled at full volume from across the street. 

“Adrien! Over here!” He looks up to see Alya waving at him, Marinette and Rose either side of her. He raises his hand to wave back, pleased to see them. He’s just about to move on, not wanting to intrude on what is probably a girls day out for the three of them, when Alya looks both ways and then steps out onto the road. Marinette is quick to follow, and Rose only a few steps behind the other two. 

Alya is all the way to the other side of the road before he clocks what’s happening. She slings an arm around his shoulders, the same way Nino does when they hang out. “Fancy seeing you here, Adrien! I’ve missed your sunshine face, especially in this weather.” Marinette nods, the pink bobble on her hat nodding comically along with her. 

“Are you going Christmas shopping too, Adrien?” Rose says, her eyes creased up in a small smile. 

He nods. “I need to get something for the Secret Santa,” he says, “but no luck so far.”

“We’ve been out all day getting ours. My feet hurt so bad!” Alya moans, slumping down so more of her weight is hanging from the arm she still has slung around Adrien. 

“We were just going to find some coffee so Alya can keep going long enough for us to finish.” Marinette says, rolling her eyes a little at her best friend’s antics. “Do–do you want to come too? You could finish doing your shopping with us too if you – if you want?”

“I don’t want to be a bother, especially if you want to finish quickly. I don’t have any ideas, and–”

“We offered, sunshine boy.” Alya butts in before he can finish. “If we get some food and coffee into me I’ll be good to go for ages, don’t you fret.”

“I–”

“If you really wanna make it up to me, you can pay, now c'mon.” Alya shifts her arm so it's now hooked through his, and starts dragging him further down the street. Both Marinette and Rose, with their shorter legs, have to almost jog a little to keep up at the pace Alya sets for them. Adrien tries to laugh by the way Marinette’s hat bobble bounces in the corner of his eye. 

“Don’t laugh,” she says, giving him a truly impressive side eye. “Some of us have little legs.” 

That does make him laugh. 

“I’m not even that short, Alya’s just a speed demon when she walks. All that chasing after akumas.” She looks so disgruntled by the entire situation, that Adrien can’t help but grin at her. 

“So who’s your secret santa person, Adrien?” Rose pipes up from Alya’s other side. “Maybe we can help you come up with ideas!”

“Alya the whole point of secret santa is that it’s a secret.” Marinette chides. 

“We won’t tell, promise. I’m great at secrets! And Mari, you already know anyway, because you organised this whole thing!”

“That’s not the point, Alya, You're still not supposed to tell anyone who your secret santa is, even if they do already know.”

“It’s Alix.” he says, just to head them off before Marinette can really get going. 

Rose beams at him.  “No wonder you're having such trouble, Alix is impossible to gift for!” 

Marinette nods in sage agreement. “I made everyone christmas presents when we were in 6eme,” she says. “Coming up with an idea for Alix took me twice as long as anyone else’s.”

Alya pushes open the door of the coffee shop, letting the warmth from the inside spill out over them. “Luckily we’re all great at ideas, especially Marinette. I reckon we can probably come up with something.”

As she leads their little group into the warmth of the coffee shop, Adrien realises he no longer feels so sad about the day. His friends have, once again, managed to drag him through his own lingering loneliness, and now he feels brighter about how this day goes. As Alya drags him up to the counter to go order, and Marinette and Rose start strategising about where the best table that can fit the four of them is, Adrien feels a grin unfurl itself onto his face. The snow falling outside the window looks magical again to him now, and not so much a haunting reminder of how much he misses his mum. 

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Wrapping presents takes longer than Adrien had realised. He has never had to wrap more than a few presents by himself, and that never took more than about half an hour. But after his day out with Marinette and Alya and Rose (purchased in secret), he ended up with a present for Alix and also presents for those three, and one Alya said Nino would love, and something for everyone in his household, and also a little blanket he thinks Plagg will like to curl up in. And so, here he is, surrounded by wrapping paper and sticky tape and ribbon, and it’s taking forever. He’s already misplaced the sticky tape twice and the scissors five separate times. 

He’s feeling a little overwhelmed by it, to be honest. He had to unwrap and rewrap the first three he got done because he realised he’d forgotten to take the price tags off them, and he almost mislabelled Nathalie’s gift as being for Alix, which would have probably been a disaster. Plagg drifted off after the first two presents, complaining that he was wasting away in the cold and he needed food before he “wasted away to a streak of nothing.”

Luckily that meant he had the chance to wrap Plagg’s present really quickly, but it also meant that Plagg decided to start messing with his sound system. He knows Adiren’s phone code and how to hook the phone up to the bluetooth speakers in the room, and he’s now blasting music that he always claims sounds “nostalgically christmassy” and to Adrien sounds like a bunch of sad men chanting. It’s fine though, even if it is at full volume and absurdly repetitive. 

He’s most of the way through what is turning into an entire afternoon of gift wrapping, although he hasn’t put any ribbons on anything yet, because that’s his least favourite part and also Plagg always likes to chase the spools of ribbon around the room. He feels a bit better about his chances of finishing today, especially since Plagg switched to a playlist of english christmas songs that Adrien actually knows. 

That’s when Nathalie sticks her head into the room. Plagg quickly zooms out of sight as she takes in the carnage, the scraps of paper everywhere and the sound of ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’ playing at full volume. Adrien lunges for his phone to turn the volume down, because she’s got the sort of pinched look on her face that she gets when the music at fashion shows is too loud. 

“Thank you Adrien.” she says, her brow uncreasing a little. 

“Hello Nathalie”, he replies, feeling briefly grateful that he’s already wrapped her present. 

“You missed lunch. I was just checking to see if you were okay,” she says. 

“I ate before I started, Nathalie, don’t worry.”

“Very well then, as long as you’re okay. I know Christmas can be a difficult time.” 

It’s funny, Adrien forgets sometimes, that he’s not the only person who misses his mum. Nathalie cared about her too, in her own way. 

“I’m okay Nathalie, I promise. I’m almost done, don’t worry.”

She gets that pinched look again, before she nods and steps back out of the room. The door shuts behind her with a soft click, and Plagg pops back out from under his pillow barely a second later. 

“That was close, kid,” he says, flying over to sit on Adrien’s shoulder as Adrien starts wrapping presents again. He stays there until Adrien is almost done, not even moving to turn up the music. He's almost done and about to get up to fetch the spools of ribbon when the door swings open again and Nathalie reappears. Plagg only has enough time to topple off his shoulder and play possum in the wrapping paper at his feet. 

Nathalie is holding a mug that's gently steaming in the bright wintery light coming through the window behind him. Adrien watches, a little baffled, as she picks her way across the floor. She stops just next to him, standing over him as he looks up at her. 

“Hi Nathalie,” he says. 

“Hello Adrien”, she says, before pausing. “What is that?” she asks, pointing at where Plagg is faking being immobile on the floor next to him.

“Oh, uhhh. That's a – that's a gift! For my friend, uuh…for Marinette! She likes– she makes stuffed toys, so I uh… I thought she might like it! I was just about to wrap it, hold on.” and he picks up Plagg, and starts rolling him in wrapping paper. He thinks he feels a sharp scratch on one finger from Plagg biting him, but there’s nothing either of them can do except see it through. 

It’s lucky Plagg doesn’t need to breathe, because Nathalie doesn’t leave until he’s had to tape up the corners, waiting until he’s done to hand him the mug. She steps back almost immediately, her expression impenetrable, as he looks in the mug. It’s hot chocolate, just like she used to make, with twice as many tiny marshmallows as she allotted him as a kid. 

She’s gone before he can muster a thank you around the lump in his throat. 

Plagg shreds the wrapping paper as he fights his way out of it. “That was way too close, kid. Whatcha got there?” He points at the mug of hot chocolate, complete with a small armada of tiny marshmallows that almost cover the surface of the drink. 

He figures he’s earned a bit of a break, and he wants to be able to savour his drink. He stands and takes the mug over to the couch and curls up facing the window. Plagg curls up on to of his head, and Adrien can feel him start to do his version of purring. The vibrations tickle a little, but he’s enjoying the affection too much to tell him that. Outside the window, the snow outside has started to stick, and he watches as more flakes start to fall.as he sips his drink. By the time the mug is empty, Plagg has started to snore softly. Adrien doesn’t dare disturb him, and besides, he can wait to do the ribbons. He settles more comfortably, and pulls out his phone to pass the time. 

The pair stay that way until Nathalie knocks on the door to summon him to dinner. Plagg will mumble and grumble until he is pacified by another wedge or two of cheese, and Adrien will stay up far too late tying ribbons on all his presents before stacking them on one of the bookshelves upstairs. 

But for now, Adrien will stay there, the warmth of the hot chocolate and the weight of Plagg’s little body making him feel warm and cozy as the snow falls outside. He will text his friends, complaining about having to spend so long making presents, and Alya will laugh at him and tell him about a blog post she’s writing for the Ladyblog. Nino will complain about his little brother trying to break into his room and annoy him, and Marinette will bemoan the fact that she chose to make her parent’s presents this year, and how its taking too long because she keeps messing up the knitting pattern. 

And the snow will continue to fall outside, and his mum’s favourite christmas carol will play on the speakers, and Adrien will manage to smile at the memory, rather than cry. 

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The actual exchanging of gifts is scheduled for two days after the end of term. That afternoon, Adrien leaves his house, on foot, and heads towards Marinette’s house.  The snow is cleared from the roads, and despite the cold and Plagg’s complaining, it’s only a short walk there. It goes quickly, and it’s not long before he’s ringing the bell at the side door of the Dupain-Cheng bakery. 

Since they don’t all go to the same school anymore, they can’t do it at school and it’s too cold for somewhere at the park. Luckily Marinette’s parents are very willing to let them do it at their house. 

He has to wait a bit before the door swings open, and it’s Alya who ushers him in. “Hey Adrien,” she says. “Perfect timing, almost everyone else is here, and Marinette just brought out the snacks. C’mon, before they're all gone!” She scrambles back up the stairs, and Adrien is left to follow in her wake, clutching his gift for Alix in one hand. He’s been here before, but not around the holidays. There’s tinsel everywhere, and there's a christmas tree absolutely crowded with ornaments and lights burning with a steady glow. 

Almost all of the ornaments on the tree in the living room look homemade. Some of them are clearly attempts from when Marinette was little, slightly different versions of ones he’s seen at Nino’s house. Many of the others look like more recent attempts. Adrien decides his favourite is a little dark blue and pink patchwork angel with black tufted yarn for hair. It looks a little like Marinette herself, complete with pigtails, and it makes him smile. The tree topper is a close second, though, purely for the entertainment value. It’s an orange paper angel, clearly made by a young child, and its got glitter on the wings and big googly eyes stuck to its face. Someone has also wrapped a scrap of tinsel around its neck, and the overall effect is comedically alarming. 

“Papa insists on putting it up every year,” someone says next to him. Marientte’s come over while he wasn’t paying attention, and is now looking at the tree topper with him. “ I made it when I was four, and he says it brings him joy, so it has to go at the top. It’s embarrassing.”

She looks so put out by having to explain it that Adrien almost laughs. “I like it, actually. It’s fun.” 

“Urgh not you too”, she says good-naturedly. “C’mon, everyones finally arrived, so it’s present time.”

He follows her over to the couches, where all of his old classmates are gathered. There's no spots on the couches left, so he sits on the floor next to Nino, and Marinette perches on one of the arms of the couches. 

Everyone waits until they get settled, and then Nino passes him a biscuit. He takes a bite out of it and waits for someone else to start the secret santa. It’s not Marinette but Myléne who takes the plunge, shyly handing Nino a slightly lumpy envelope. 

“Thanks Myléne!” he says, before tipping out what looks like a USB with a bright red ribbon on the end. 

“It’s a mixtape,” she says. “It’s mostly got some of my favourite songs, but Ivan contributed a few.”

Nino looks briefly overcome, before he stands and goes to pull her in a hug. “Thank you, wow, Myléne. Best secret santa ever!” Myléne’s smile turns blinding. 

Nino sits back down to pick up his own gift, and passes it across Adrien to Mairinette. “Here you go, dudette, this is for you.” 

The rest of the afternoon quickly dissolves into a mess of wrapping paper and snacks. Kim gives Adrien a pair of books, one in Mandarin and the other in French, none of which she’s read before, and also a pair of socks with wedges of cheese on them. He expresses his sincere delight for the books, and holds the socks up questioningly.

“Oh, ‘Nette says you like cheese, I thought those would be cool,” Kim explains. 

“Thanks Kim,” Adiren says. He feels a blossoming joy that his friends have taken the time and the effort to try and learn things about him, and try to find gifts that would make them happy. They're genuinely cool socks, although he thinks Plagg will try to eat them at least once by accident. 

He passes his gift to Alix, and the party goes on around him as he leans back against the couch and lets the sound of his friends having fun wash over him. The exclamations of joy and delight at each present soak into him, making him smile. 

He’ll stay for dinner, both because he can and because Mr Dupain has promised that he’s made enough dessert for everyone. Alix will ambush him on his way back from the bathroom to wrap him in a tight hug as thanks for his gift. (More hair-dye, and the craziest socks him and Marinette could find at the shop)

When he finally makes his way home, he will rest the books in pride of place on his bedside table, and tuck the socks into his chest of drawers to wear tomorrow. As he plugs his phone on the charger, it will light up with the photos Alya took that day, and that sparks a conversation that’ll keep his phone buzzing late into the night. And Adrien will lie there, tapping out messages to his friends in the dark of his room, and he will realise that he feels excited for the rest of the holidays for the first time in years, that he’s looking forward to Christmas, and having fun, and spending time with his friends. 

He thinks his mum would be proud of him for that. He hopes she is, somewhere. 

#miraculous ladybug #mlss2k22 #me: oh itll be just a few hundred words more and itll be done in time #me two days and 3000 words later: fuck #my fic #a fic about a secret santa for a secret santa #bc im great at ideas #:3

[sstrawbearies]

hiii vanessa darling! i am today going around to make sure i send a little holiday spirit to some of those i didn’t manage to send some to yesterday, and you are first on the list! firstly i hope that this holiday season is treating you and your loved ones kindly, and that you’re all safe and well <3 i also wanted to thank you for being such a lovely person. i appreciate having you around a lot, and it always makes me so happy to be interacting with you and even just seeing you around. you’re a great person and i’m blessed that you are a part of my tumblr experience! happy holidays, darling! i hope this season is doing you good 💕

Omg mica this is so kind of you to send akgdfsfstz ily 🥺 I love seeing you on my dash and I’m happy we became mutuals you are so kind and talented I love seeing your gifs and reading your tags you’re so funny and I’m happy that you are a part of my tumblr experience as well thank you for sending this and for being an amazing human being I hope you and your family have an amazing holiday sending you the biggest hug!!!

#my lovely mutuals 💗 #mica you’re the sweetest being ever!!

[writtenwhalien]

ameliaaaa love happy new year!! 🫶 hope you’re doing well and u had an amazing holiday season 🥰🥰

ahhh omg im so excited about jtf but pls take all the time you need with it, don’t put too much pressure on yourself 😞 i just know the wait is gonna be 100% worth it!!!

ily and hope you have a lovely week 💖

ahh thank you sophie! 🥹🫶🏼🥹🫶🏼🥹🫶🏼 honestly just when i feel like I could finish it soon, something in my life changes and I’m left with no time 🥲 it sucks but it’s going good and I work on it every chance I get. it means a lot to know you understand, I am so grateful for the patience 🤍 and happy new year too!!! I hope this is an amazing year for you ❤️

#sophie 🍬 #lookhere-2seok

[choke-me-joey]

I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas/ Happy Holidays!!!🎄

I hope you have a wonderful time today and enjoy every moment of the holiday season with the ones you love most :)

Just wanted to send this message to a few of my fav people on here whom interact with the most. I’m so glad to have found you and your blog. You are truly amazing at what you do and just in general as a person. I’m wishing you nothing but the best in the year 2023! So proud of you and can’t wait to see what the future holds!

Much love, @daleyeahson x

(Aka- Tana 🤎)

NO BC THIS HAS ME WELLING UP WHAT THE FU-

Thank you so, so much 🥺🥺 I hope your Christmas was filled with all the love and happiness. Thank you for your kind words and I look forward to seeing more of your wonderful creations in 2023. Ily ❤️❤️

Also Tana is such a pretty name 😍😍

#ask #answered #daleyeahson #kats moots 🥰 #tana bby ❤️

[hellgiven]

Well, well, well. We're right in the full swing of the end of year holidays! Can you believe it? This time is super stressful for so many reasons; End of the year, holiday gifts, seeing family, seeing family you may not get along with, end of semester exams for uni students, grief. Everything you're feeling; All those mixed bag of emotions are okay and normal. Take a deep breath, feel what you need for as long as you need. But I just want to tell you that in the midst of the business and stress that this season brings I give you a challenge. At least once a week try and do something just for yourself. Find some joy with your family, friends, loved ones. Make joy for others. You are doing wonderful in this chaotic time! I la la love you, friend! - 💜💜 Victoria

"I guess darkness serves a purpose: to show us that there is redemption through chaos." - Brendan Fraser

// !!! thank you , lovely!! so much for this. it was needed <3 ily and i hope you have a wonderful holiday season!!

[nar-nia]

hi Nina!!!!

i hope ur February so far has been good! and that u feel better and more happy!

my first ever uni exam season ended! i mean kinda, i passed 2 out 3 of my exams on the first try, i still haven't gotten the results of the third one, but im pretty sure it went... bad, really the questions were awful, like based on the most unimportant (at least that's what i thought) information, but it's okay, i did my best so it's fine :]

im currently on a break which is so fun! i need a bit time when i dont have to live with an academic stress on my shoulders!

i read like 30 min ago all Valentine's specials for hoon,jay, jake and hee and they were so adorable!! thank u for making these! made my Valentine's better! also happy Valentine's day! u deserve all the love and i hope u get it everyday!!

im super excited to see new fics!! also i decided to reread that heeseung series - which as im writing it - name i have on a tip of my tongue oh well and also the babysitter club au cuz it's always been my fav! and it feels a bit silly to always reread but i cant help it

what are u up these days? ^^ take care and ily, tbh can't wait for spring already !!

- yours, beloved anonie ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

i'm reading your last sentence while everything's suddenly covered in snow outside... i'm desperately waiting for spring too 🥲

But hellooo!! I'm doing a lot better, thank you for asking <33 and i'm so glad to hear that you're doing better too.

first of all congratulations 💖💖 you did so well with your exams, i'm so proud of you. My fingers are crossed that the third one went better than expected too, but even if not you still accomplished a lot and you did great. and you deserve this break a lot, i hope you can enjoy it a lot <33

one day late but happy valentine's day to you too!! I spent mine with a heeseung live which is all i could have asked for, i loved it so much 🤧

and thank you for enjoying my stories 🥺💖 please enjoy the series and it's not silly to reread babysitters club, i did that too the other day and it made me so delusional, i was in a hee brainrot for the next few days 💀

i'm not really up to much these days, i'm on a break from uni too and next week i'll go on a little holiday trip with my family! other than that i'm catching up on fanfics rn and i am slowly succeeding 🤩 what about you? Do you have things planned for your break?

I love you too, take care please and enjoy your break, you deserve it!! 💖

#beloved anon 💖 #my loves ❤️ #talk that talk 📣