#... or until i'm done decorating this tree and can put it out of their reach

[naomiknight-17]

Just had to pull Tiny Tim away from a Christmas tree I'm working on because he was trying to eat the garland, and he bit the fuck out of my arm

Then I went to move Jill, who had also been after the tree, and I guess she was upset after Tim was screaming and biting me, and when I picked her up, she bit the fuck out of my hand!!!

There's one pretty bad puncture wound from Tim and I washed it as thoroughly as I could and I'm hoping it doesn't swell up or show other signs of infection because I really don't have time to hit a walk-in clinic right now

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 100 (Conrad Puts a Ring on It!)

A fresh fluttering of snowflakes coated the stones beneath Heather's feet. Gord's paws left prints in the cold white powder as they climbed the small hill from Dachshund's Creek back to their home on Sable Square. She spotted the police detail who'd hovered in the neighbourhood since the body turned up at the docks, but she wouldn't let their presence dampen her spirit tonight.

The air was peaceful, with families gathered indoors to celebrate the night before Winterfest. Gord shook off crystals from his long fur, and Heather kicked the snow from her boots before heading back inside.

The house was peaceful, too, and she took off her outdoor gear to head back upstairs. She found Conrad perfecting the decorations on the tree. "Are they both asleep?"

"Lavender's out at least until she's hungry again, and Ash knows the sooner he goes to sleep the sooner he can open more presents." Conrad chuckled. "But I doubt he's actually sleeping."

"Thanks for getting them both down. I thought maybe we could watch Devin Villareal's new movie, Winterfest to the Rafters, on Simflix. At least until I fall asleep on the sofa... Why are you looking at me like that?"

"We can watch whatever you want," he said. " But I want to say something first."

He dropped to one knee, opening the ring box in his hand. "Oh my Watcher! Conrad!" Heather tried to keep her excited voice low, afraid to wake the kids.

"The night I asked you to marry me was a whirlwind. I meant everything I said, but I didn't plan it right, and we've been through enough together that I should have. We're probably not going to do everything traditionally, but my dad told me 'a ring says you're ready for forever.' And I should've done this the night I asked because I've been ready for forever with you from our first date in the city. I'm ready for forever with all of us."

Heather was practically speechless as she tried on the gorgeous rose gold diamond ring. "It's beautiful, Conrad. But you know I didn't need a ring for me to trust your commitment to us. No matter what we go through, you show us every day."

"Tell me we'll spend the rest of our lives living up to the promise of that ring, and that's all I'll ever need."

"I promise." She pulled him in for a kiss, the ring adding weight to her hand as she wrapped her arms around his back. The ring felt new and she'd have to get used to it, but the real weight of the ring wasn't in ounces and carats. Like Conrad said, it meant forever. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Can I come out now?" Ash's muffled voice behind his bedroom door interrupted their embrace, and he raced out to see the ring. "Do you like it, mommy? I said you would!"

Heather laughed. "You were right. I really love it!"

Ash turned to Conrad with an excited grin, reaching up his arms for a hug. "I told you she'd love it!"

"You're the smartest kid I know, buddy. I never doubted you."

"Can I stay up and watch a Winterfest movie with you tonight?"

Heather shook her head. "What happened to going to sleep so you can wake up to open presents sooner? You don't want to be tired tomorrow. After we have breakfast we're going to Henford, and I have it on good authority Father Clement has your grandparents' house on his route, too."

"But I'm too excited to sleep!"

Behind the door to Lavender's room, they heard her stirring. She never woke in a bad mood, but she babbled for help from her crib. Heather turned to Conrad with a smile. "She's hungry, I'll feed her."

"And I'll help Ash count z's 'til he's asleep," said Conrad, shuffling him back to bed while Heather entered her daughter's room. Lavender nursed quietly, staring at the bright lights on the tree with keen interest. The quiet moment gave Heather time to stare at her ring as she stroked her daughter's hair.

It took effort to get Lavender back to sleep. She could probably sense the excitement, and as a wiggly infant she always wanted to be where the action was.

But Lavender was so good. Sweet and happy. Maybe that's just how Conrad made babies. They'd have to have another for Heather to know for sure... She pulled herself back from her meandering thoughts. She worked too much, and he was climbing the ranks at the station. Ash and Lavender needed all their free time.

And then, of course, there was Ximena, wherever she was tonight.

She entered Ash's room to find him passed out above the covers. Conrad sat up next to him, with Queen Cupcake sleeping soundly at his feet. He stifled a yawn, smiling when she came in.

"He was reading The Giving Tree to me this time, but he didn't even make it to the part where the boy grows up and builds the house."

Heather smiled. "We've all had a big day," she said, tucking her son under the covers. "Are you still up for a movie?"

"Of course. Winterfest to the Rafters it is."

They got up to head downstairs to the family room, but Ash spoke up from his bed before they closed the door behind them.

"Good night mommy. Good night Conrad. Happy Winterfest Eve!"

Heather would never admit it to her son for fear of setting the wrong example, but by some stroke of wonderful fate, her decision to hack Landgraab Systems had brought Conrad into their lives.

It felt like the best decision she'd ever made. ->

<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start

Thank you @changingplumbob for brainstorming Devin's new Winterfest movie for this lil' cross/mention when I sprang the idea on you literally yesterday! 🙏

WCIF Poses and Rings? From Proposing Poses by Atashi77. The Soloriya ring box accessory is also available for download from the linked Patreon page for the creator, in case you have some sims getting engaged soon!

BUT I downloaded a different cc ring box to get Heather's actual engagement ring, which she never takes off. This functional wedding ring by Maru is really nice, and I know there are feelings about CurseForge but this is where I found it! It's so persistent (as advertised!) Heather even wears it over gloves, which I hate, but not enough to change it up or remove her gloves in freezing Brindleton Bay. Winter will end eventually!

I also used a pose to get Ash 'asleep' on the same bed with Conrad relaxing (and Queen Cupcake just showed up at Conrad's feet like she knew I wanted the most perfectly blissful action shot of all time and promptly fell asleep against his warm feet. Thank you Queen!!!). The pose itself is from Akiyumi's Child with a Fever poses, which are excellent. Ash is fine of course. He just looks like he fell asleep above the covers, which is all I wanted!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Arsonist Neil/Firefighter Andrew for wip wednesday please🥺

WIP Wednesday (9/18) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 235)

Neil isn't sure what the big deal is about Christmas. He never has. It's pretty though. He's been driving around since it got dark out, looking at the lights and decorations on peoples' houses. It’s amazing how brilliant the lights are. How, when they’re the right colors they almost look like flame. Neil jolts when his phone starts ringing. He answers it, puts it on speaker, and drops it back into the cup holder.

"How'd it go?" He asks, inching past a house whose roof has an inflatable Santa Claus dangling over the side of it. He supposes it's meant to be standing by the chimney, but it's clearly fallen. And it looks sort of like a Santa suicide.

"It went... Surprisingly well," Andrew answers with a sigh.

"You sound tired."

"Exhausted. I am not good at being around people. My social battery is dead. Need to recharge."

"So go to sleep," Neil says, eyeing a house with pretty white icicles glowing where they trickle down from the lip of the roof.

"Not that tired. Wanted to talk to you," Andrew says. Neil's heart jumps in his chest. After whatever sort of realization he had earlier, the thought of Andrew wanting him in any capacity has him lightheaded. Andrew yawns audibly. "What are you doing right now?"

Neil tells Andrew that he's touring the Christmas lights and Andrew scoffs.

"It's pretty. Really pretty. Almost makes me wish I had a house."

"Oh? Your hotel hasn't done up every empty space with merry, jolly goodness?"

"There's a tree in the lobby, next to the fireplace. Looks like something out of a movie. I sat there for a little while this evening, just watching the flames," Neil tells him. They were just as pretty as the lights on the tree, but he doesn't say so.

"That sounds like good enrichment for you."

"It was." Neil reaches an intersection and waits for a moment before turning left down another residential street. "Andrew, do you do Christmas?"

"Nah."

"Oh."

"Why?"

"I want to get you a Christmas present." Neil admits. Perhaps it's all the corny movies he's been watching recently, but it seems like it would be fun. Picking out a gift for someone you care about. Andrew's the only person on that list. Besides, Neil needs to see him up close and in person. He didn't know it until earlier, but he thinks...

Andrew scoffs. "You realize that means we would have to meet somewhere for you to give to me?"

"Yeah. I'm ready." Neil decides. He really is this time. He can handle it, as long as Andrew is there too.

[julieee404]

Kinktober day four!!

Let me see you

❥ Cockhold, Bondage, Praise kink ❥ Lorenzo Berkshire, Tom Riddle

POV: You're boyfriend Enzo and you have always had a pretty vanilla sex life, content with just the two of you. That is until Enzo finds out that one of his best mates Tom, has not had sex in 6 months. And obviously, you'll help a friend in need.

Trigger warnings: Threesome(sort of), Bondage, Ropes, Swearwords, P in V.

I was sitting at the Slytherin table in the great hall with Pansy. Eating our dinner while talking about the latest gossip. It was almost time for Christmas, and the great hall was already covered in Christmas decorations.

The greens and red adorned the hall, symbolising Christmas, as well as the Slytherin and Gryffindor houses. Some students were putting ornaments on the big Christmas tree.

Hands covered my eyes and warm breath hit my ears "Guess who?" a voice said with a playful tone underlying it. I smiled softly "Uhmm Santa?"

Enzo laughed and kissed my cheek sitting down next to me and Pansy. Pulling me against his chest "Do you mind if I steal her away?" he asked Pansy. She smirked knowingly and shrugged.

Both of us left the great hall going to his dorm. I sat on his bed and pulled my tie off. "Love can I talk with you about something?" he asked me softly.

I nodded "Of course what's up." Enzo looked nervous, he normally didn't really look nervous not when it came to me. "Have you ever thought about someone watching while you're you know, having sex?" he asked while scratching the back of his neck.

My eyes widened not at all having expected that question. "Uhm well, I can't say that I have before" I admitted honestly "Why?"

He looked at me a bit awkward "Uhm well, I was talking to Tom, and apparently, he hadn't had sex in like a year, since he's into tying his lovers up and not a lot of girls are into that. And I remember you telling me that you wanted to try that, but I also know that I can never tie you up, It doesn't feel right to do that to you so I-" Enzo stopped talking, realising that he was rambling quite a bit.

I blinked slowly "Do you want him to fuck me while you watch? or you fuck me while he watches?" I asked making sure I understood what exactly he meant.

Enzo looked at me sheepishly "Uhm him fucking you while I watch" While slowly nodding my head I replied "I mean I'm open to trying it, but I do want you to know that you are enough for me for Enz"

He smiled brightly and kissed my temple "Thank you love. wait here." He stood up and quickly left his dorm leaving me there. As I looked around his dorm I noticed a set of satin rope as well as a pack of condoms.

It made me smile, Enzo always thought of everything. A few minutes later he walked back in, Tom walking behind him. I had a soft smile on my face "Hi" I said walking up to them and giving Enzo a small kiss and Tom a hug.

Obviously, Tom didn't hug me back. "So what's the plan?" I asked sitting back on Enzo's bed. Tom stayed silent so Enzo spoke.

"Tom will have sex with you while I watch. If you say stop he will" I nodded softly, that sounded easy enough.

I got undressed and then lay on the bed while Tom tied my arms to the bed and Enzo tied my ankles to the bed. I kept my eyes on Enzo as I saw him sit down in his desk chair.

They however snapped over to Tom once he undressed himself. Bloody hell was he handsome. His black hair was still neatly done. He had quite some muscles, not like the bodybuilder-type muscles since he had a slim build but he was definitely strong. Tattoos ran from his arms up to his chest.

My eyes went down observing his body, eventually landing on his cock. It was hard standing proud against his stomach, reaching above his navel. It was just like the rest of him, really long and a bit slimmer. I had to guess around 10 inches long.

Enzo was a bit shorter 7 inches long but a bit thicker as well. My insides clenched around nothing at the thought that this would feel very different than when Enzo and I fucked.

Tom noticed and smirked walking up to the bed and slipping the condom on. He moved his body to lay over mine and between my spread legs.

I reached out to touch his hair only to find it didn't move. The rope held it bound tightly to the bed. I let out a soft whimper which made Tom's eyes grow dark.

His hand moved between my legs going to prep me for his cock. His eyes widened in surprise when he felt me being absolutely soaked. I blushed a deep red, my body betraying how I felt.

His hand grabbed his cock and he tapped the tip of his cock on my clit a couple of times. My body writhed and I let out a soft moan at the touch.

Tom then gripped my chin "Are you going to be a good girl for me.?" I moaned at his words, 'good girl' doing something to me. "Y yes I'll be your good girl."

He smirked and lined his cock up with my entrance before pushing in with ease. I let out a loud moan as he bottomed out. He reached so much deeper than Lorenzo did. His cock hit my cervix deliciously.

Tom quickly started pounding into me, setting up a punishing pace. Not at all giving me time to adjust to the size of him. The bed slammed against the wall from the force of his thrusts.

I looked over at Enzo, turning my head in his direction. He had his cock out of his trousers and in his hands, pumping it in the same rhythm as Tom had.

The sight of Enzo jerking himself off and the feeling of Tom pounding into me like a rabbit animal made my orgasm approach quickly. Enzo spoke up knowing my body better than I knew it myself. "You gonna cum? you're gonna cum for him?"

I moaned loudly at his words and Tom groaned speaking up "Yeah? Are you gonna cum like the good girl you are?"

His words brought me to the edge and with one mean thrust I fell over the edge, moaning loudly and struggling against my binds.

Tom followed me quickly filling up the condom before pulling out. I looked over at Enzo and saw his cum painting his hand, stomach and thighs.

Tom untied my wrists and ankles. I cuddled into his chest making him freeze, obviously not used to affection. Slowly however he wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

The bathroom door closed and Enzo walked out of it joining us in bed at my other side cuddling up to me as well.

I closed my eyes and spoke up softly "Can we do that again?" Tom and Enzo chuckled, but Enzo spoke "Only if I can join in next time." I hummed immediately, and Tom nodded.

"I love you both," I said softly, both of the males smiled. "We love you too princess.

Kinktober masterlist 2024

[drenix004]

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄

Soshiro Hoshina x Fem!Oc!

CHAPTER ONE

MASTERLIST | AO | PR | CH.1| CH.2 | CH.3

English is not my mother tongue, so there may be spelling errors. An apology for that in advance :D

A groan of pain escaped her lips as she felt a tug on her hair.

"You're going to make me bald," she complained.

"Sorry, I'm almost done."

"You said that half an hour ago," Ana, the youngest of the quadruplets, huffed as she watched the eldest combing their sister's hair from her seat by the window. "You've changed her hairstyle three times; even I can feel the pain in my scalp."

"This is the final one," Hinata rolled her eyes at the youngest's impatience. Ana was the most impatient of the four. "And get down from that window; you could fall and break something, at best." She gave her a reproachful look before finishing the last decorative clip in the second quadruplet's hair.

"Alright, alright!" Ana climbed down from the window frame. When Hinata stepped aside and saw her sister's reflection in the mirror, she was speechless.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

"Pretty? More like a Christmas tree."

A vein appeared on the eldest's forehead.

"What do you mean, a Christmas tree?!" Hinata pinched Ana's cheeks, sparking a quarrel between the two.

Meanwhile, Liana admired her reflection in the mirror, appreciating the beautiful hairstyle for which she had endured all the pulling and tugging.

Never, as far as she could remember, had she or her sisters been dressed so meticulously and specially for a day like today.

"Can I leave two front strands loose?" Her question halted the argument behind her.

"Hmm? Of course." Hinata approached and carefully released two front strands, curling them with her fingers.

"Thanks." Liana rose from the chair, where she had been seated until then, and carefully smoothed out the expensive kimono her grandmother had given her. She didn't want the matriarch to notice any wrinkles.

"You still haven't made up with Lilia, have you?" Lilian, the third quadruplet, spoke from the eldest's bed. She had been silent since they started styling their sister's hair.

Hinata smiled awkwardly as she began putting away the items she had used on her vanity, feeling the younger ones' eyes on her.

"It's late; we shouldn't make Grandma angry." She changed the subject while ushering her sisters out of her room.

Lilian dropped the topic for now. It had been two weeks since the argument between Lilia and Hinata, and the eldest's decision not to respond spoke volumes.

"This kimono itches," Liana commented as she walked through the halls, followed by her sisters. "Is all this protocol really necessary? Grandma hardly let me sleep."

"You're meeting your fiancé; it's necessary to know manners and etiquette."

"I'm going to be a hunter, not a future heir," Liana protested.

"If you're that frivolous with your fiancé, you'll scare him away," Lilian mocked.

"Let her, that way I'll have a chance," Ana chimed in.

"What if he's ugly?"

"Enough, both of you," Hinata interrupted just as they reached the entrance of the house. "Grandmother," she greeted. The three younger ones bowed respectfully.

Naomi didn't return the greeting; she merely examined Liana's appearance from head to toe, searching for any imperfections.

"Get in," she said before entering the luxurious vehicle through the right door, which the family chauffeur held open.

Liana followed, but not before hearing Hinata's whispered wish of good luck.

The vehicle started its journey, and the enormous traditional house grew smaller as they moved forward.

Liana sat straight, hands clasped on her lap, watching people pass by with boredom. She rarely left the house, so her little world was confined to it.

Even so, people didn't catch her attention due to her limited interaction with them; she preferred quiet, nature-surrounded places.

"It's needless to say that I expect no mistakes, and I hope the etiquette training I gave you bears fruit."

"You'll see results," Liana responded without looking at her. Unconsciously, she clenched her feet, feeling the pain from the blisters on her soles—a vivid memory of her grandmother's etiquette lessons each time she made a mistake.

"I hope so."

"Among the four… why me?" she decided to ask, turning away from the window to look directly at her grandmother.

"You're the most suitable," her biting tone ended the conversation.

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That her father had arranged a marriage was not a real surprise; what was surprising was that the one engaged was him and not his brother Soichiro, being the successor.

His brother, of course, had mocked him, saying a bunch of nonsense until their father silenced him.

He felt a great curiosity knowing his fiancée belonged to the Nakano clan.

His father had told him they were a clan of military nobility, descendants of samurais. But what he really wanted to see was the albinism that only the members had.

In the portraits, and from what was said about them, they were depicted as white demons with red eyes and a cold gaze.

"This marriage is necessary, Soshiro; it will help the family. The exchange of knowledge is crucial for survival in these times." Soshiro listened attentively to his father, kneeling in front of him. It was only minutes before the guests arrived. "Marriages sometimes don't start with love; as long as you get along with her, that's enough, son."

"Is it true they have red eyes like demons?" he dared to ask, like any curious child his age.

"They do, resembling blood. But don't ask unless she decides to speak about it first. Above all, respect." His father stood as a servant knocked before entering, announcing their guests' arrival. "It's time."

They both left and walked down the impeccably polished wooden halls, whose reflections gleamed under the soft evening light. Soshiro noticed that the garden had also been meticulously arranged. The main garden featured a beautiful bonsai, surrounded by perfectly traced geometric shapes in the sand. The finishing touch was provided by the stones, strategically placed to create an almost zen aesthetic balance.

The shrubs and plants adorning the house had been watered and pruned with care. Every small detail had been covered, ordered, and cleaned by his father's strict orders. The air smelled of wet earth and fresh flowers, a mix that brought tranquility.

Upon reaching the room, they sat on the cushions arranged on the tatami. In front of them were two more cushions, prepared with equal care. The silence in the room was only interrupted by the whisper of the wind against the paper doors.

His father gave an order, and one of the servants slid open a paper door. Soshiro first noticed the older woman who entered; her hair as white as snow and her red eyes reminded him of a winter rabbit, an intriguing and disconcerting sight. But it was his fiancée's appearance that truly caught his attention, making him widen his eyes.

The girl was pretty, no doubt. But his surprise lay not in her beauty but in her unexpected appearance. She wasn't albino like her grandmother. Her hair was a shade of pink similar to cherry blossom flowers. When the girl looked at him, Soshiro was captivated by her deep, serene red eyes, framed by thick lashes the same color as her hair.

Her cold gaze contrasted with her delicate and pretty appearance, and her foreign features gave her an ethereal, almost unreal beauty.

"Son, this is Naomi Nakano, leader of the Nakano clan," his father's introduction abruptly pulled him out of his reverie. Soshiro closed his eyes briefly and bowed respectfully, as custom dictated.

"Pleasure to meet you, Nakano-sama. I am Soshiro Hoshina, thank you for taking the time to come despite your busy schedule."

"The pleasure is mine," Naomi replied, bowing as well, followed by the young girl. "This is Liana Nakano, my granddaughter and your fiancée."

Liana also bowed respectfully to Soshiro.

"Son, why don't you show her around the house? After all, she'll be coming here often for training with you," his father encouraged. Behind his words, he also implied that he wanted him out of the way for a conversation with the clan matriarch that didn't require his presence.

Soshiro nodded, standing and waiting for Liana to do the same.

"Liana."

Her name, pronounced by her grandmother, was a direct order for her to do the same, which she did. Soshiro felt an atmosphere of control that internally displeased him, but he said and expressed nothing.

[sulumuns-dootah]

13.12. Marbas - Christmas tree

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

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“A little help, please?” you call from the living room to summon your housemate demon. It's half way through December and you're decorating the massive tree that Mammon gifted you. The tree is massive and barely even fits into the room. You're standing on a stepladder and still can't reach the top.

Marbas finally appears in the room. It's rare to see him walking around normally even though you two live together. He's also wearing his clothes properly, which you're glad for. Carrying all the boxes with tree decorations drained most of your energy and now you just want to get this over with. The last thing you need is distractions.

“Yes, you called?” he walks towards you and sets few boxes aside to help you get down from the height safely.

“I still can't reach the top of the tree. Could you be the one to put the star on the top branch?” you hand him the metallic ornament.

Marbas accepts the fragile thing and starts ascending the stepladder. You only step back and appreciate the work you've done with the tree as well as the physique of the tall demon. Both are a beautiful sight. One, you're proud to have created and the other, you're proud to call yours.

When the star is placed atop of the tree, Marbas is quick to join you in your marvelling. He stands next to you with his hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Looks good. You did well, bunny.” he turns to you and kisses the top of your head. He's warm. Warmer than usual. So warm you hug him even closer and don't want to let go. Unclear from where the sudden clinginess came from, Marbas hugs you back and almost swallows your smaller form with his body. You both stand there for a while until you draw back.

“Can you also help me put all these boxes away?” you look around yourself to see the mess you've made in the process of decorating.

“Sure. Actually, how about you go relax instead and I'll clean them up? You shouldn't overwork yourself, it's not healthy.” he lifts your face up to see with him eyes-to-eye.

“It's just a few boxes. It's not like I'm on the verge of collapsing.” you pull him in for a kiss. He kisses you back and picks you up to carry you between all those boxes.

The next thing you know, you're laid on your sofa and tucked underneath a warm blanket. 'This wasn't here before' you think to yourself and by burying your nose into it to feel it's texture better you realise, that this is the blanket that made Marbas so warm. It even still smelled like him. You've grown used to Marbas' scent with the underlying metal of blood and the bite of alcohol desinfectant, but this blanket smelled like you're experiencing again for the first time.

You close your eyes for a moment to fully take in the warmth of the blanket, when you feel lifted up sightly into the air. Of course it's Marbas, who finished putting all the boxes away in an amazingly fast time. Laying you back onto it, he makes sure you're both comfortable under the blanket.

You fully lean onto his back only to be presented with Marbas holding a tinsel garland out in front of the two of you.

“What is this thing called? It feels like a rope, but it's less sturdy. It's kinda giving me ideas since we seem to have a whole extra box of it.” he purrs into your ear and bites your earlobe.

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"At first i didn't know what to give you, but then I saw something that reminded me of you, so I got it for you."

[elvisabutler]

tinsel ( or how to be inventive with austin butler )

summary: decorations for christmas trees don't always immediately make their way back into their boxes when it comes to you and your boyfriend taking them down. case in point: the tinsel. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1701 warning: p in v sex ( unprotected, but honestly at this point assume i imagine the reader as having some of her own bc ). soft sub austin. soft dom reader. inappropriate use of tinsel. mild bondage/restraining. author's note: consider this a companion piece to my fic twinkle lights. and if you like this try underneath the tree by @dilfelvis because they also have a sub tied up austin and it is a positively wonderful fic if i do say so myself. i'm also totally aware that tinsel does not really have the strength needed to hold someone back when you put tension on it but suspend your disbelief if you don't mind. beyond that, i've got a few things coming down the pipeline- both austin and elvis- one of which i am so proud of and can't wait to show you all. i'd say be prepared to get a lot of fics tomorrow and wednesday but every time i promise that i end up with egg on my face. so, we'll see. also @purejasmine i did say i'd likely have something out after the holidays and this is for you. know it might not be your normal cup of tea since i believe you err more toward dom austin but it is a little more toasty.

The day after Christmas is the day you're supposed to pack away everything, the tree, the decorations around the house and anything that was formerly on the tree. It's not a hard and set rule, you suppose, but it's one your parents always had taught you. They always would say that it if they didn't do it that day then it wouldn't get done until the middle of January with the hustle and bustle that life would cause. You had warned Austin about this rule the moment you were done decorating and even before you started, trying to make it so that there would be plenty of time for the two of you to enjoy your handiwork.

You should have known Austin would be a menace when it came to taking things down. It was fine when you were pulling things down from around the apartment, the wreath on the door, the various lights strewn about and the mistletoe that he took every opportunity to sneak both of you under, placing kisses to your lips, your face, everywhere he could reach until you were both laughing before taking it down.

That meant all that was left was the tree with the lights and the tinsel wrapped around it. It should be simple enough, nothing too complicated for you and Austin to handle and yet somehow Austin insists on this being complicated. First he decides he wants to take the lights off first, despite knowing that they were likely going to be tangled in the tinsel. Still you both managed to get the lights off mostly in one piece and now you find yourself taking the tinsel off, wrapping around itself in a bit of a ball as Austin is talking about something. Normally you'd be paying attention but right now- right this moment you're not in the mood to, you're annoyed with Austin because this shouldn't have taken that long and yet here you were at 3PM and you still had to take the actual tree down.

It's maybe for this reason that you find yourself on top of your boyfriend, watching him pull at his bonds of tinsel lightly while looking at you above him, teasing him in a way only you can with your lips ghosting over his neck and his chest and settling over his cock like you're going to suck only to just blow a tiny puff of air against it before moving back to your original perch with your uncovered pussy rubbing softly against him every so often.

"Y/N." He whines, canting his hips up, trying to gain some form of friction against your pussy. "Babe, I'm- Come on."

You smirk and pull yourself up a little. "No. You've been wasting time all day. I didn't mind it at the beginning but we could have been in bed already, you could be worshipping my body and I could be worshipping yours and yet here we are with me having to tease you while you can't touch."

Austin inhales sharply, looking like he wants to snarl at you but knowing he's earned this, earned your punishment of having him unable to touch you. After all he had been touching you all day and that was half the reason you two hadn't gotten as much done as you needed to get done. It didn't mean he had to like it- had to take it without a bit of sass. "Wasting time. That's what you call kissing you. You weren't complaining when I was doing it, babe." He knows saying that is playing with fire but at this point he'll take getting burned by you.

The head tilt you do toward him when he says that reminds him that playing with the fire that is you always does burn him more than he intends. Your hand moves to his chest, lightly scratching at his chest and down his torso, stopping just short of his cock before you speak. "Kisses aren't anything compared to having your cock in me or having your tongue against my clit. They aren't anything compared to my mouth around your cock, my hand stroking you." You finally allow yourself to wrap your hand around his cock, your thumb playing with the tip, smearing the precum leaking from all around before sticking your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

A noise leaves Austin's mouth that sounds like a choked off moan or a groan and you can't help the way you smile at it waiting to hear what he's going to say to you about it. What pretty pleas are going to come from his lips. "Mama- don't- What do I need to say? What do I have to do? I'm sorry. I know you wanted to get things done-"

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, soft at first before when pulling back your teeth pull at his lower lip. He shivers at the sensation before his mouth tries to follow you only to be stopped by the tinsel holding him back. "Baby." He keens.

"Baby? Mama?" You shake your head, grinding down just a bit. "Try again, Austin, baby boy."

His hips buck up against you despite the bindings on his ankles before he nods and looks at you. "Mama- Mommy- I don't- Just touch me, please. Wanna fuck you, wanna have you cum and then I'll do whatever you want. Deal with the tree naked, make you dinner, please, just let me touch you."

The words aren't making sense necessarily but you understand them, understand what he wants. He wants to be able to make it up to you, to earn his forgiveness for what he did and who were you to deny him that? After all, it was just today that he was being naughty, being too needy for you to remember that you had a task to do today. Besides, all that was left was taking the tree out. You lean your body over his, pressing every inch of your skin against his before your hands move up to the tinsel keeping him tied to the bed frame. It doesn't take but a moment to untie it, surprisingly and not even a moment after his arms are free, his hands are moving to your face, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. He didn't ask for permission and he knows that might make you mad, but you untied him, that should be enough permission, that should be your way of telling him he could touch. You nip at his tongue and his lips, kissing him back with equal fervor as you start to grind a little, wishing you had lined his cock up to your entrance before you had done this. He catches the fact that you want it though, moving his hand down and slapping your ass lightly to get you to shift up just enough that he's able to slide himself between your folds.

You hiss at the intrusion before allowing yourself to help him bottom out in you, being too greedy and too eager to have his cock in you to bother with prepping yourself fully. His answering groan makes you think you did the right thing, especially as his hands move to your hips, almost as if he plans on guiding you up and down on his cock. You place your hands over his and start to lift yourself up and down, starting slowly at first before you increase your pace. "Y/N, God, let me do this, you're going- wanna fuck you slower mama."

A head shake is the only response he gets as you keep bouncing up and down on his cock, moving one of his hands to play with your clit. He almost doesn't realize what you're doing before he starts to play with it, pressing his fingers against it, rubbing it faster and faster in a way he knows drives you wild. You can feel yourself clenching around him, feel that tightening of your orgasm inching closer and closer as you ride him. Speaking isn't something you can do right now, too occupied with the task at hand but Austin is doing enough for the both of you, cursing and groaning and saying things that are near incoherent. The noises of your combined juices make for an obscene sound that has you wondering just how much of a mess you're making of the bedsheets before realizing it's fine, you can just toss them in the wash after this.

"Love you so much, mama. So good to me, not punishing me too hard. Love-" He stops as you clench around him again, the words doing something to you as you slide down one more time, forcing him to bottom out one more time. His cock fills you in a way that has you swearing you feel it in your throat and you come with a huff of air leaving your throat, the scream you thought you could manage fluttering away as your cunt flutters around Austin's cock. He manages a few more thrusts into you before you feel him cumming, the warmth of it feeling comforting in some strange way.

At this point you find yourself flopped on top of Austin's torso, your fingers tracing shapes on his chest before you start to make a move to get up so that you two can clean up before his arms wrap around you and he shakes his head, one of his hands moving to stroke your hair. "Just- stay here for a minute, babe. Tree's not going anywhere and I want to just feel you around me for a little bit longer. Then we can shower, deal?"

You look up at him and find his blue eyes looking at you with a level of love you didn't think was possible and you remember that when he gives you that sort of look you're always a little too taken in by it to resist. A nod is all you can manage before you let your head fall back onto his chest, allowing yourself to relax just a bit longer.

The tree doesn't leave the house until the next morning.

tag list: @eliseinmemphis, @ab4eva, @butlersxbirdy, @aconflagrationofmyown, @floralcyanide, @oh-kurva, @blurredcolour

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100 Followers Thank You: Holiday/Winter Prompt Event!

I've had this blog for a little over a month and I've already reached 100 followers!? I didn't think that would happen so fast, if at all. I'm shocked!! And grateful!!

I've had a lot of fun here so far, I mean like...not to out myself as having "no life" but reblogging stuff and writing my own posts have been such a life saver!! Having stuff to read and work on has done wonders for my mental health and if I can give that back a little I'd love to! Plus my December is a lot quieter than I expected, I'm not working nearly as many days this month as I usually am so I thought why not offer to write prompts?

Rules:

I will only be writing sfw with a smidgen of spice (e.g. suggestive thoughts, kissing).

Ask me a prompt followed by the OP character and I'll do my best!!

I'll take prompts until Friday, December 8, 11:59 p.m. (EST) just so if I do get a bunch I won't get terribly overwhelmed. (Haha listen to my fucking ego lol).

Characters I will right for: Law, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Koby

Prompts

"what do you mean you've never decorated a Christmas tree..."

"you think you have it bad? i got [name] for secret santa. [name]!!

"hurry, 'x' is on!!"

"mistletoe? how corny..."

"the lights are so pretty..."

"be careful up there!! i think your life is more important than some christmas lights..."

"how about a real tree this year..." "isn't that way more work?"

"mmm smells good, what're you making?"

"stop laughing! i want to see you do better."

"do you really still believe in santa?"

"this was always my favorite song..."

"dear GOD just tell me what you want! please!"

"you don't like the gift, do you?"

"i made us hot cocoa!"

"babe, it's snowing!!"

"you're going to make christmas dinner? i'll have 'x' on speed dial."

"that has to be the ugliest sweater i've ever seen"

"it's our first Christmas together.."

"i love this time of year..."

"i hate building gingerbread houses, i can never make them stand!"

"come onn don't be a scrooge!" "what the hell is that?"

"step away from the tree and put the present down."

"oh my god, you didn't..."

"merry christmas, love"

The prompts are taken from this post by @novelbear! These were literally perfect!!

[asterhaze]

Welcome To My Camp

Genre: Light Horror, Long? Post.

I am very smart. Very, very, very smart. So smart, in fact, that I have done all the things. I have made an entire camp out here in the woods, all by myself, with no help at all. I'm sure someone would be proud of me but I'm not sure who. But wait! I'm getting distracted.

Right over here, there is a pile of logs. They are sticky and smelly, which tells my very smart and genius brain that I cut them down just yesterday. I am so cool. I distinctly remember picking up the axe, a big huge thing that's nearly as long as I am tall, and smacking it straight into the tree. I did this over and over until the tree toppled down, crushing everything in its path, before continuing to chop, chop, chop, until the big tree became tinier logs. I made the logs tiny so I can help with the fire.

Oh boy, the fire is the neatest thing about this place. It's right in the middle of everything! I remember building the fire a few days ago. First, I took a bunch of sticks and leaves, lit a match, and caught all the little things on fire. Don't tell my aunt. I'm not allowed to play with fire AT ALL. Not even a little. But this is the wilderness here, so I don't feel bad. Not one bit.

Then I had to make a special fire...though I'm not sure why. I'm not even sure what the point is...but it looks super cool. Honestly, and I'm not sure if I should say this, I'm pretty sure I made it because I really like smoke. Just look at it. There's a lot of small sticks and twigs, logs I'm surprised I could carry, and a bunch of green needles from the spikey tree. I think the green needles and the sappy wood is what is causing all this white smoke to float all over the place.

I have had a couple bad ideas though. Heck, I'm just a kid! What do you expect? Like bringing 5 backpacks. Two of these backpacks are super big, way too big for my shoulders, so I'm pretty sure they're just decoration. I've found some stuff that doesn't make a lot of sense in those things. Like books without a single, not even ONE, picture in it. Maybe I'm supposed to draw my own in there...but the words are big and boring and there's a whole world to see!

There are two backpacks that are smaller and make more sense. They're brightly colored, they glow in the dark along the straps, and have some really neat things in them. Like crayons, paper, and books that are actually worth a darn. There's also snacks in some of them, which I've been eating a little bit of every day. Sometimes I think they're gross, sometimes I remember that I really like them, and sometimes I think I've never had them before once in my life. Isn't that strange?

There is one backpack that is larger and bulkier than the others that makes absolutely no sense to me most of the time. It has tiny, super small, blankets in it. Tiny poofy underwear that I can't even put my foot in. It also has these super small outfits that could fit a baby doll. There are also some cans full of white powder but I don't eat it anymore. It's nasty.

Oh, by the way, I am really good at having good ideas. I have sat down and had a lot of conversations with myself that are super important. One thing is that since the wind is blowing so hard, the white smoke won't reach up very far and that I need to stay in my tent or in the smoke until someone really important looking arrives. I don't mind, it's like playing in a smelly cloud.

I have also told myself that the needles from the spikey tree can be made into a tea BUT I need to always ask if someone older can make it for me. So I'm super excited that you're here! I've really been wanting this tea for a long time but, let's face it, I'm way too young. Like my...heh...I almost forgot that I came here all on my own... well...um...well I guess I said it. Like I said, once, probably, "An oven is one thing but a campfire is another."

...

Can I be honest? You're kinda scary looking. But, you know, now that I think about it, the police are pretty scary. Have you seen how grown ups react when a police car is too close? Or a police officer is walking around? They get all sweaty and weird.

...

No? You've never seen a police officer? Not even a single, not a ONE, police officer?! WOW. Haha! You might be scary looking but I think I know exactly what you are. Now you tell me if I'm right. You're a wizard right? Because you're all alone out here, you've never seen a police officer, you're covered in scales and fur, and just look, you're covered in a red sticky potion. Don't worry, sometimes I spill my food and drinks on my food too.

So yeah, you can't lie to me. You're totally a wizard. A stinky wizard, but a wizard.

...

I'm really so happy you're finally here. It's gotten...kinda scary. Just last night I saw a bunch of flashing lights through the trees. Like really, really, really far off. I think it was a bunch of people, stomping all over, saying all kinds of weird stuff that I could barely hear. I'm super brave but I'm not dumb. It was very quiet, only a couple times, but I definitely heard something super scary. Wanna know what it was?

They were calling my name

Creature that hunts groups of humans, every person it kills will be forgotten by the rest, their actions attributed to another member of the group, but when there is only one person left, the changed memories make no sense, how can you help yourself gather wood? Why did you bring 5 backpacks?

[garbagefarm]

Garbage Farm #56

2024-07-06, session #56 of Garbage Farm! Spanning Summer 4 through Summer 11 of Year 5!

cast:

me ( @mothmute )

E.B. ( @blueherin )

Kimi ( @2kimi2furious )

Highlights include, but are not limited to the following:

Summer 4:

I "took care of" the ducks, by which I mean that I ignored them

it's keg day!

It's summer. That means the lake is full of Sturgeon.

Kimi inquires about her lava eel; I remind her it's on loan until the fish pond is established.

Finally got the cave jelly! Time to smoke some fish!

(Kimi spent the day decorating, and took care of the animals that deserve it)

(E.B. went around reacquainting herself with the farm)

Summer 5:

Eels request fire quartz. Seems fine.

Every once in a while, Kimi sees the animal names and remembers that the internet is lucky to have us.

Smoked bullhead for the raccoon! ... the eligible bachelor raccoon. He gave us a handful of seeds for our trouble, but, helping him was its own reward.

Mr. Qi wants some prismatic shards, so I go digging around for some in the skulls and find a couple.

I meet the mummy eradication goal. Suck it, mummies!

Summer 6:

Mail pizza, classic.

More skulls today, but no shards :(

Kimi is still decorating, unhappy with "the red study"

RIP me, 2 AM at the foot of my bed. Make sure Elliott gets my garbage can lid to remember me by.

Summer 7:

Sturgeonquest Y5 complete!

Kimi gets done decorating just in time to miss tending the animals, oops.

George says, and I quote: "I need Grape for a calzone I'm making." What the fuck, George.

Elliott witnesses how the garbage sausage is made as I make the rounds through town.

trading some precious minerals in the desert, nothing to see here!

RIP me again, oops!!

Summer 8:

Mr. Qi wants fresh food. By which he definitely means: over sixteen-hundred baguettes.

Got the prismatic shards!

I've reached a new level of understanding......

Kimi is #blessed with both pets

(Apparently, Kimi went to the desert? and E.B. worked on her house?)

Summer 9:

Bloob day! ... I keep typing that as "blood day", I'm sure that's fine. anyway it's also jam day. Nothing untowards about these jars of viscous liquid, don't worry about it.

Special order for 100 melons. I guess someone's making shower gel.

Qi gets his stupid gems and his stupid bread.

Kimi meets a wretched little joja goblin offering to falsify perfection documents.

Foraging mastery is mine!! One more to go!

#blessed

Summer 10:

Elliott tells me he was going to get some ink from his cabin—does he write by hand?? typewriter???—before remembering that the luau is tomorrow, and that he'll get it while we're down there.

E.B., having volunteered to take care of the melons, reinstates the Chaos Field of old.

Having finally made the preserves jars to finish up the Jam Shack, I turn my attention to kegs ... only to realize that we're out of oak resin?? welp, guess I gotta figure out the new tapping setup first!

it's late, so I'm gonna skip keg day 'til after the Luau

... E.B. has disconnected???

Summer 11?:

It's the luau!

We were planning to stop after the luau, but E.B.'s disconnection put an early stop to that.

(It's my fault, I jinxed it by thinking earlier about how we hadn't had any technical difficulties getting started, silly me)

TO-DO:

It's the frickin' Luau!

Melons!

I'm still not 100% happy with the storage situation, but I don't know what to do with it yet

One mastery to go!!!

Need to figure out what I want for a tree-tapping setup, and I need radioactive bars for the heavy tappers

More kegs (needs oak resin), more crystalariums (need gold and iridium)

We've got a couple golden animal crackers, we should apply those somewhere.

Had a couple days there where I didn't know what to do with myself; re-consult The List of Long-Term Projects......

[ozma914]

Covid Keeps Quarantines Coming

  I'm not even sure how to start when it comes to Covid. As a writer I'm a professional smart-ass, but with this I got my ass kicked, and didn't feel too smart about it.

Illness or injury traditionally accompany our vacations: Last December Emily and I came down with the flu when we were supposed to visit her family and friends in Missouri. This year we decided to head down on a Thursday.

On Wednesday we started to feel a little ... off. By Thursday morning we had to call it--we couldn't risk giving her father whatever bug was now traveling with us. It wasn't until Friday night that we began to suspect the modern medical boogieman, Covid. We missed the trip, we missed Saturday's Holiday Pops concert, and I felt so bad I couldn't even write. By the time it was done I had to contact my editor at History Press to push back our deadline for the Haunted Noble County book, because I'd planned to use half of my vacation to work on it.

The only question left: Could I turn it into a funny blog?

It doesn't LOOK like 102 degrees.  No. No, I could not.

The only thing we did was marathon the TV show The Expanse, and unsuccessfully try to listen to Good Omens on audiobook. (We kept having to go back when one or another of us fell asleep.)

You know, watching TV and reading books wouldn't be such a bad vacation. The problem is that for the first couple of days we were unable to enjoy anything, and in fact we were too sick to sleep. You heard that right. Over that first weekend I, who can't function on less than eight hours of sleep, stayed awake for twenty-fours straight. Even Nyquil wouldn't put me out.

Then, for a week after that, we were too sick to stay awake. That was the period during which we kept having to go back and decide what we remembered last from the audiobook.

"It was Agnes Nutter and the book, wasn't it?"

"No, it was Adam and the Them meeting the dog."

(We were both wrong: It was Crowley terrifying his house plants.)

I took this photo of Emily at the same time the one above of me was taken. She's in there, I swear.

 

Part of it--let's face it--is that I'm no spring chicken pox. When I was in my early 20's I once rode the back step of a fire engine to a mobile home fire on the edge of town--while running a fever.

This truck, specifically. What an awesome truck.

 A couple of years later I rode a different engine to Kendallville, to a tire fire so big it could have been seen from the International Space Station, if there'd been one at the time. I was coughing up junk that looked like it belonged in an alien invasion horror movie, despite never getting into the smoke. Yet there I went, for twelve hours. Our Chief later ordered me to go home and go the hell to bed.

 No more.

 It's not just that Covid is bad. My normal temperature runs around 97.6, and by the time it hit 100 not only could I not go to a fire, I couldn't pick up the TV remote. (Thus the marathon of one show.) It reached 102 at one point. My skin kept trying to crawl away to somewhere cooler, or so it felt.

Emily was running about a day behind me, so I had the pain of knowing what she was about to go through. She's still got a terrible cough weeks later, while mine is just awful. We were like the grandparents in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, just laying there in a lump. Christmas preparations? Hah! We'd bought a new, pre-lit tree, but we never even got a chance to fluff out the branches, let alone decorate it.

I kinda like it like this, though. Yes, it's black.

I was so sick--brace yourself for this--I lost my appetite.

I can count on one hand the number of times I've completely lost my appetite, and I was in the hospital for most of those. I dropped six pounds. This is not a recommended diet.

The moral of this story is, of course, don't get Covid. We didn't mind at all being quarantined, at least not until the chocolate ran out. (Everything tasted salty or metallic, except chocolate.) Other people in this area passed away from it, so we count ourselves lucky now that we're feeling 50% better.

Yeah, I'm exhausted all the time, but I work nights--I was already halfway there, anyway.

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Remember, books aren't effective as masks, but they're great for quarantine.

[starrgaziinggg]

BEGIN AGAIN | hwang hyunjin

CHAPTER SIX

Hwang Hyunjin messes with your head, unknowingly, for over a month. Until you can't take it anymore.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Growing up with Chris Bang as your best friend had it's perks - a permanent bodyguard, a shoulder to cry on... and seven other boys who also became your best friends as you grew up together.

Week in, week out, your routine stayed the same. Study, go to class and patiently wait to attend your regular Friday evening home cooked meal with your friends. You just couldn't wait to graduate and start working, to rid yourself of exams and finally start earning some proper money like the boys.

Desperate to put some light back into your mundane, studious life, Chris forces you to start blind dating. Two miserable dates down and ready to murder the man, someone completely unexpected appears and makes a mess of your orderly life.

And a mess he does make.

|fake dating|friends to lovers|slow burn|non idol au|

chapter five

It was time . You were getting deja vu from looking at yourself in the mirror before your third date, picking apart your appearance. You were so nervous you didn't know what to do with yourself. After two disasters, you don't know what you'd do if your third date was somehow worse. You were wearing a plain black mini skirt, a black corset top and a sleek white button down shirt over the top. You loved this outfit, and your makeup had turned out surprisingly well. You wore your hair down straight as usual and you did your finishing touches before grabbing your keys and going to catch your taxi.

You called Chan in the taxi as the distance to the place you were going was around a fifteen minute drive. He answered after a couple rings.

"Sup kid! You on your way?" He greeted you with his usual cheery voice.

"Yep, in the taxi right now. I'm only going to tell you once, Christopher, but if this date flops I'm coming straight to yours to kill you dead."

"Might not want to do that, kiddo. I have company," he says, and you can almost see him raising his eyebrows from the tone of his voice.

"Okay, gross. At least one of us is getting lucky tonight, though," you said with a grimace.

"You never know! Okay, gotta head. Get head, either or. Anyway, love you, have fun!"

"Wrap it before you tap it dick face," you say fake gagging before hanging up the call.

You finally get to the restaurant and your jaw almost drops. You thank your driver and step out of the car, eyeing up the building as you enter. It's even more gorgeous than the other place you were at. It was filled with forest green and black glossy marble, with real trees and water features inside for decoration. The ceiling was literal glass, so you could see the night sky above you. It was probably the most beautiful, high class place you had ever been in.

"Hi there, it's table 34?" You said to the hostess. She smiled and led you to the table. As you reached the table, you couldn't help but feel that the head of hair sitting in the chair in front of you was all too familiar.

"Hyunjin?" You said confusedly, as the man you call one of your best friends stands up and greets you with a confused look.

"Princess? Funny seeing you here," he said. You couldn't help but eye him up, and god did he look amazing. His black hair was styled in a gorgeous way - it came up to just below his jawline since he'd cut it, with a couple front pieces hanging in front of his face. He was wearing a black shirt, blazer and trousers, with a silver chain round his neck and his signature silver rings adorned on his fingers. He pulled out the chair opposite his for you to sit on and you sat down slowly, more than confused.

"What the fuck? Oh my god, I'm going to kill Chris for this," you shook your head laughing. Hyunjin sat down opposite you and looked at you, waiting for you to continue. "Obviously he's just done this as a joke, to give me a break from all the horrible dates."

"Yeah, he must have. He set me up on a blind date too and I had no idea it would be you," he said with a small smile.

"Anyway, I'm just thankful I don't have to put up with another idiot. We can actually relax and have fun rather than be anxious for whatever blind date we were expecting," you said, instantly calming down and settling. You opened the menu and chose your meal, as did Hyunjin.

"And I'll have a mojito with that, please," you say to the waitress.

"Just a glass of water, thank you," Hyunjin said and she walked away with your menus.

"Are you driving?" You ask, taking into account the fact he didn't ask for alcohol.

"Yeah, so I can drop you home later if you'd like. I also don't really drink alcohol anymore, so," he replies. You can't help but think about how gorgeous he looks right now, those beautiful brown eyes with their adorable eye creases looking down at you.

"I noticed that. You're not the party animal you were at nineteen anymore, Jinnie," you say.

"I grew up, I guess. I can't say I miss those times. I'm surprised you're still my friend after some of the things I did back then."

"Do you remember that time we went on a trip and all played the pepero game and the loser had to swim in the ocean? And of course I lost, because I was the only girl, and you were the one who wouldn't let me back out of it?" You recalled a not so fond memory with a laugh. You had been furious at Hyunjin who was relentless in making you carry out your punishment.

"I felt bad about that the next morning - I was so drunk I didn't even realise how cold the ocean was at the time. I remember dipping my hand in and thinking it was fine but you came out with your teeth chittering. I felt awful," he said with a pout.

"I could tell, because you let me wear your favourite jumper over my soaking wet clothes to warm me up," you remembered. It was the least he could do.

"You still wear that jumper sometimes," he says warmly. You enjoyed this a lot, talking with Hyunjin about your memories together and not having to worry about forcing conversation as it just came naturally with your friend.

"Yeah I do, it's actually one of my favourites now. Maybe it's cause of the amazing memory attached to it," you said sarcastically. The waitress came back with your drinks and you couldn't help but notice how she gave Hyunjin a once over as she handed him his glass of water before she walked away with a swing in her step.

"She totally just looked you up and down, you know," you said to him. He raised one of his eyebrows at you after taking a sip of his drink.

"Did she? I didn't notice," he said, placing it back down on the table.

"Watch her when she brings out your food. She's pretty, too. You know, if you'd rather be spending your Saturday night elsewhere-"

"I wouldn't. I'm enjoying myself here, I wouldn't want to be elsewhere," he cut you off abruptly, frowning and shaking his head. That gave you a bit of reassurance. You'd felt bad for him that his night had been taken over with Chan's idiocy.

"So how's the CEO life been treating you recently?" You ask him, trying your drink. It was delicious, but you could really taste the alcohol. You were glad for Hyunjin giving you a ride home later.

"Same old. It's like working a 9-5 twice in one day, every day, all week. Everyone comes to either Chan and I for the final decision for things, and then whoever they went to, they go to the other person for a second opinion. Most of the time we have the same opinion, but every so often there's something we don't agree on and that causes problems," he explains, relieving his stresses of work into you. "Chan can be pretty stubborn sometimes, but most of the time I end up agreeing with him. Im glad I have him as my partner, cause I really couldn't do it alone."

"It sounds hectic. I don't know if I've ever told you, but you really inspire me. Like, you had an idea of what you wanted to do with your life and you didn't stop until you achieved it. Hell, you still don't stop even now," you laugh. "Ew, that got really deep and cringe. But you know what I mean. I could never do what you do - I'd be a mess."

"Hey hey hey, don't sell yourself short - you study harder than anyone I've met to be able to do well. But yeah, I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," he laughs, shaking his head. It's weird, you and Hyunjin were close, but you weren't the type to ever get sappy with each other. Not like you and Chan who were always telling each other you loved each other. Or you and Felix, who showed your love for one another with physical affection. Even Jeongin showed you a fair amount of affection - and he hated affection.

You and Hyunjin were just never like that, really. You showed your friendship through subtle digs at each other, which were only ever surface level. You could only explain it with the fact that you both knew your friendship was good, so you could joke with each other in a mean way and never get mad at each other for it for too long.

"I know, I just still don't really know what I want to do with my life. Anyway, your new trainee group - you know, Kyung, Alexander and the rest of them - I was watching their dance practice the other day and they're really talented," you said, changing the topic to one more lighthearted. "They're a bunch of little shits though, they're so cheeky."

"Are they? I've only spoken to them a couple times and they're really respectful to me," he said with a surprised look.

"That's just cause they're scared of CEO Mr. Hwang," you laugh and he rolls his eyes.

"When were you watching their dance practice?" He asks.

"I was just chilling with Felix while he was teaching them the other day. Sometimes when I'm bored of being lonely studying in my room I'll sit with Seungmin or Lix and watch their lessons. Chan said it was alright as long as I didn't distract them," you explained.

"Oh," is all he said, as if he was deep in thought.

"I'm sorry if you didn't know about it! I can stop if you feel like it's too distracting, or -"

"No, it's not that. It's just that you've never visited me at work before," he said. You were taken aback, not only at his words but and the sincere look he had on his face.

"Oh. Sorry, I guess I just always assumed you had important stuff going on and you wouldn't want to be interrupted."

He gave you a smirk and you rolled your eyes, an instant reaction.

"I've always got important stuff, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be interrupted," he said, and for some reason his words made your stomach flip. You didn't have time to dwell on it though, as the waitress came back with your food. She placed yours down and you thanked her, but she didn't even acknowledge you. Instead, she gave Hyunjin his food and smiled at him sweetly.

"Anything else I can get for you?" She asked, directing the question to him only. Hyunjin looked at you with a strange expression before turning to the waitress.

"I'm okay, but my girlfriend would love another drink," he said with a fake smile. The waitress almost did a double take at Hyunjin's boldness, but only nodded and walked away. Your jaw was practically six feet under.

"What the hell was that?" You laughed, unable to contain the hilarity of what he'd just done.

"The way she ignored you pissed me off. Just wanted to see her reaction, is all," Hyunjin said lazily, as if he hadn't just called you his girlfriend in front of the waitress who was flirting with him. You both starting eating your food, smiling in satisfaction.

"Okay, but you didn't need to do that. You could have gone home with her later if you'd played your cards differently."

"Is that really what you think of me, princess?" He asked. You looked at him to see the expression on his face and you swear he almost looked hurt.

"I didn't mean to insinuate anything. I don't know, is that not how you are? I know you don't really talk about relationships and things half as much as the other boys anymore, but I just assumed since Chris -"

"I'm not Chris," is all he said for a couple seconds. "And my days of random hookups are way beyond me, trust. There's more to life than that."

You nodded in understand, but you were so unsure of why he felt the need to explain himself to you.

"Okay, sorry. I didn't mean to pry," you apologised with a small smile. "What has gotten into us today? This is the kindest we've been to each other since you took me to my senior dance when my date ditched me."

He laughed, remember the event. It was your last year of high school, and the same year you had met Hyunjin. You were eighteen and Hyunjin was nineteen at the time. Your senior year friends, Felix, Seungmin and Jisung, were all taking their crushes to the dance. You had been asked by another boy in your class, but last minute he decided to ditch it.

You'd asked Chris if he could take you, but he was busy that night so couldn't. So, last minute, Hwang Hyunjin who you had only met a couple of months prior, turned up at your doorstep in a suit with a corsage. Chan had practically forced him to take you, apparently, but the thought still counts.

"That was actually a really fun night. I probably enjoyed it better than my own senior dance."

"Really? Why," you asked.

"Mostly cause I was high and don't remember it," was his answer. You laugh, remembering how Hyunjin was as a teen. He acted first and thought second, always.

"You're so different now to what you used to be like," you said. "How long have we known eachother now, like, six years? You've changed so much."

"In what way?" He asks with a half smirk.

"You're just much more calm. You don't get drunk or high anymore, you work hard and you're actually nice to me these days. Well, sometimes," you say.

He nods his head to the side as if to say, 'yeah, true.' At this point you had both finished your food, and you'd realised that the waitress hadn't got you the drink that Hyunjin had asked for. When you told him this, he raised his eyebrows.

"Do you want me to ask for it?" He said seriously.

"No it's just a drink," you replied, waving your hand. "Don't worry about it. Why don't we just get the bill and head home?"

Hyunjin looked away from you for a split second before nodding his head and leaning back in his chair.

"Yeah, okay," he agreed.

"Okay, cool. I'm gonna go to the toilet quickly," you told him, taking your bag and heading towards the sign for the bathrooms. You couldn't help but be in awe of the bathrooms in the restaurant, and you wondered how expensive the meal would be. Chris had reimbursed you for the date you had to pay for yourself, and he'd given you some money for tonight's date, but you didn't think it would be enough for your half of the bill. You washed your hands and left the bathroom to find Hyunjin standing at the door of the restaurant on his phone. He looked up at you and smiled.

"Ready to go?" He asked. You gave him a confused look.

"But what about the bill?"

"Don't worry about it, I've already paid. And I know what you're like, but let me treat you just this once. You deserve it for putting up with those dates the last week," he explained and the two of you started to walk out of the restaurant. You noticed how he held the door for you, and all the other little things he'd done that made your heart warm. What the fuck, you thought to yourself. You had no idea why you were starting to feel this way - it was as if your ridiculous 18 year old crush on the handsome new boy in your friend group had revived itself.

"But it must have been really expensive for you to pay yourself," you countered.

"Please, princess, don't argue for once," he said as he used his keys to unlock his car. Your stomach flipped. Again. You genuinely wanted to kick yourself. You're friend had given you a nice meal out, and it wasn't as if you hadn't done this kind of thing with the other boys. You regularly went out for meals with the others, a lot of the time just you and one of the boys, and you had no idea why you were starting to feel the way you were feeling. What was the difference?

"Okay, fine, but next time I pay," you say, and you have never wanted the ground to swallow you more.

"Next time?" Hyunjin asks slyly, the biggest smirk on his lips. You push him before he can get into the drivers seat of his car and he stumbles, laughing.

"Shut up, you know what I meant. Don't twist it," you said, and you could feel your face going so red.

You fell into a comfortable silence as you got into his car and started towards your apartments.

"I've been thinking," Hyunjin said after a while. "You want Chan to stop making you go on dates, but he wants you to find someone to make you happy and give you something to take your mind of exams, right?"

"Mhm," you said lazily, staring out the window.

"Why don't you just say you've met someone you like so he gets off your back?"

You looked over to him with a raised eyebrow and he gave you a look before turning back to the road.

"Yeah, I guess. But I would feel bad for lying about it. And he will instantly know if I lie," you say.

"But you won't be lying really, just saying your going out with someone else," he tries to explain.

"I'm really not following," you don't understand what he's getting at and he rolls his eyes.

"You'll say you've met someone you like and you're going on dates, Chan gets off your ass, but really it will just be me and you going out and doing stuff," he explains again. Wait, what? Going out with him?

"You want to take me out?" You ask surprised.

"Don't say it like that, I meant just to help you get out of the whole dating thing."

"I just don't get why you'd want to do that," you ask.

"If Felix was offering this to you, would you have a problem saying yes?" Hyunjin asked all of a sudden, and it made you think. If it was Felix, or Jeongin, or really any of the other boys who had offered to take you out to avoid having to date random men to please Chris, would you hesitate before thanking them and agreeing? Realistically, you'd be over the moon to have a way out of your situation, so why was it any different with Hyunjin?

"Okay, yeah. Thankyou," you said to him. "I guess I won't be lying, I just won't tell him who I'm going out with."

You saw a smile play on Hyunjin's lips as he pulled up outside your apartment. You started to thank him for the lift home and opened your door to get out, but Hyunjin opened his door and walked out too.

"You planning on inviting yourself in?" You raise your eyebrows and ask.

"No, idiot, I'm just walking you to your door," he says as he follows behind you whilst you walk up to your apartment.

"I can walk up a flight of stairs myself, you know."

"Sure, but what if you get murdered between leaving my car and entering your apartment? I would be the first suspect and get taken to jail, and my company would be ruined," he says so seriously.

You roll your eyes as you put the keys in your lock and open the door to your apartment. Before you go in, you turn to Hyunjin with a smile.

"Thanks, Jinnie. That was my best date by miles. You're really saving my life right now," you smiled. He only shrugged his shoulders and smiled, saying his goodbyes and heading back downstairs.

You went to bed that night with a strange feeling. Your head was swimming with thoughts of Hyunjin, and you didn't know what to do about it.

CHAPTER SEVEN HERE!

[owenryder]

Setting the boxes down carefully, Ryder turned to find Mari as she entered the room, holding out the beer for him. "Thanks," he murmured quickly, taking the bottle from her and swigging down the liquid. It wasn't that he needed beer to decorate a Christmas tree. Ryder actually secretly kinda loved Christmas, or at least had started to since moving to Merrock and finding the joy in it with his roommates, with the events around town, with the way that everyone just seemed happy and good. "Chinese it is," he defintiely wasn't going to argue -- could one ever really go wrong when it came to Chinese take out? "Then we can talk about the… cravings later," he brushed behind her on the way to the boxes that he had put down, helping her open them up and letting out a loud laugh when she accused him of half-assing it, putting everything on one side, knowing that he wouldn't dream of it. "You have to trust my artistic vision here, Mari, I'm not going to fuck up your tree," if anything, he would him and haw and stare at it over and over again until they got it just right, and she would practically be begging him to come back to bed and stop decorating. He worked carefully, picking up ornaments and placing them where they would look best, where no two colors were too close, where no two shapes seemed to clash, carefully and meticulously moving around the tree to make sure that it was done correctly, only stopping when she spoke, and he found himself laughing, "pressure makes diamonds," he cocked a brow challengingly, reaching for his own beer to take a sip, and glancing around her place. "I'd do it, though. Help you, I mean. Might have to give me twice the sweet stuff afterwards, but…" it was what friends were for, after all.

Mariana couldn't help but laugh at his comment, flashing him an innocent smile, she knew darn well it was true. His dirty look only made her smile grow more and she gave him her best innocent look. "Beer is a great idea." She moves out of the way so he could move the boxes easily, meanwhile she makes her way to the kitchen to get them both a beer for the decorating ahead. Even though she enjoyed decorating sober, it was especially fun when under the influence and with a friend. Which is why she doesn't hesitate to make them a little cooler out of a Star Wars tin she had laying around, filling it with ice, packing a few beers for them, before making her way back towards the living room area. She placed the tin down, cracking open a beer, handing Ryder the first opened bottle. "I'm picking chinese then. If only because it always leaves me craving something sweet," she chuckled, reaching for her own beer. The phone call to the chinese place was quick and easy; something she wanted to get out of the way, Mariana was officially in decorating mode. "Don't go putting them all on one side either, Ryder. If you half ass it, I won't let you hear the end of it." She takes a swig of her beer, walking up to grab an ornament, before beginning to decorate the tree. She loved to buy ornaments, so she had various ones from Hallmark, Marvel, Disney, Star Wars, Doctor Who, and so many more. They showcased a lot of her which is why she loved shopping for them so much and displaying all of them. "You know, you're lucky I didn't make this my Christmas village set up. Imagine having to deal with all those little townsfolk and positioning them just right so the town looks alive and buzzing. I don't know if you could handle that type of pressure," she playfully challenged, taking another sip of her drink.

[harrystylesslutt]

Hey can u write smth about the reader proposing to subrry plsssssssssss 🙏🙏🙏

okay😪

you were starting to get sweaty because of the nervousness you were feeling. your mind was racing about all the things that could go wrong. what if he says no? what if he doesn't even show up?

you had picked a location by a lake that you both loved, it was like your special spot. you decorated it with fairy lights all over with a comfy sitting area in the middle, with blankets and pillows. it looked like the perfect place to propose to him. you were torn out of your thoughts by a creak coming nearby followed by a familiar voice calling out your name.

you take a deep breath and fix your outfit before making your way towards him. you watch as he appears from behind the trees, a smile on his face the moment he sees you. at first he doesn't even notice the set up behind you but when he does his jaw drops and his eyes widen at the sight.

"what's all this?" he stutters out, still in awe. you hold his hand to encourage him to step forward. "wanted to do something nice for you" you lead him to the blanket you put and signal for him to sit down next to you.

his eyebrows raise when you reach for the picnic basket and open it to reveal his favorite meal that you've prepared. he tries to speak but no words come out of his mouth so he just grabs your face in his hand and joins your lips together in a passionate kiss to show you how he's feeling. you reciprocate the kiss immediately, your lips now moving in sync until he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours "thank you. I love this so much, you have no idea".

you smile and press a kiss to the tip of his nose which makes him giggle "I'm starving. can we eat now please?" you both immediately dig in the food. harry not missing out any opportunity to compliment your cooking skills while exaggerating with humming noises that made you roll your eyes even if he was secretly warming your heart.

after you were done eating, harry crawled between your legs and rested his head against your stomach, nuzzling himself comfortably. you both sit in silence for a while, sharing kisses every now and then while just stargazing together and enjoying eachother's presence.

"I love you so much angel" you stroke harry's cheek as you utter these words, the moonlight reflecting on his green eyes. he looks at you shyly and blushes at the way you were admiring him "I love you too" you shake your head slightly which confuses him and causes him to look at you with a puzzled face.

"no like I mean I really really love you so much. ever since I saw you for the first fime I knew you were perfect for me. you always get me in a way that no one else does. I remember a couple weeks ago when you had to go away for the weekend and that's exactly when I knew that I never wanted to be apart from you for even a day. I want you there with me all the time, no matter where I am or who I'm with. you're my pretty angel, my pretty boy. and I never ever want to let you go. I'm so in love with you baby." at this point you were crying and so was he, you could see his glossy eyes staring at you in awe, his mouth opened as if he wanted to speak but he didn't know what to say. you left him speechless once again in the same evening.

you take a deep breath before you finally have the courage to keep talking "what I'm trying to say is I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I'm hoping that you feel the same way. I want to grow old with you, adopt a whole cat family and maybe live in a cottage far away from everyone, just me and you together forever. so I'm gonna ask you the question that's been on my mind for months. harry baby will you marry me?" he stares at you in shock while you reach into your bag to pull out a small heart shaped box before opening it to reveal one of the prettiest rings he had ever seen.

harry seemed to be lost in his own world so you subconsciously started to pull the box away, your insecurities getting the best of you. the only thing going on in your head was that he's preparing himself to say no and that would be it. no more harry for you. he quickly realized that you were pulling away which meant the worst case scenarios were happening in your head so he grabbed your wrist to stop you from putting the ring away. right when you're about to say something he suddenly shouts "fuck yes! yes yes yes! I can't even- yes!" you chuckle as relief fills you and wrap your hands around him once again.

he pulls himself up and situates himself in your lap, straddling you as he presses kisses all over your face, not missing any spot. "really you wanna marry me? you're not just messing around?" he asks, basically panting because of his excitement. "yes you idiot I wanna marry you" you take the ring out and reach out for his hand, which he immediately gives you while wiggling his ring finger for you. you slide the ring on, barely having time to admire it before he's tackling you and kissing all over you once again.

he couldn't believe this day finally came, he'd been thinking about it for ages. he felt like he couldn't even contain his own emotions, like he was going to burst at any moment. you were going to be his wife. he was going to be your husband. and he was so excited for that.

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: More than Words

Pairing: Idol! yoongi x reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, thigh riding, dirty talk

Rating: 18 and over

Permanent Tag List: @heyimtavia​ @mochilicious-yoongi​

Y/N:

You were hustling to get to his studio before 12pm, knowing damn well once 12pm hit, you wouldn’t be able to grab his attention. You rush up the hall, iced americano in hand, and bang your knuckles onto the door of his studio.

*Silence*

You pace back and forth from one leg to the other waiting for him to answer the door. Impatient, you knock again. The door swings open and before you stands your boyfriend Min Yoongi. “Hi!” You smile excitedly, handing over the coffee you purchased for him. He smiles wide at you, grabbing the coffee with one hand and pulling you towards him with the other hand. He hugs you tightly, kissing your cheek and breathing you in. “Thank you so much jagi.” “You’re welcome. I wanted to give you some fuel for your day. I'm excited to spend the evening with you.” You explain stepping back to adjust your purse on your shoulder. “Uh, yeah, about that.” He winces and you feel your heart drops knowing what’s coming next. You swallow back the lump in your throat, clearing it completely. “Jagi, I completely forgot, and I told the members we could record the new track tonight. I’m so sorry, please don’t be upset. I know this is a surprise.” You felt the anger sear up inside you. How could he forget? You knew he was busy, but this was too much. “No, I’m not surprised. This is just how you are Yoongi, my busy bee. Honestly, I'd be surprised if we actually hung out tonight. Please, don’t worry about it. We can catch up another night. Have a great recording session.” You give a tight smile, blowing a kiss to him before sauntering off, leaving him standing at the studio door.

Yoongi:

He couldn’t move. He just stood there watching her walk off. His heart thumping in his chest. Her words echoing in his head. ‘Honestly, I'd be surprised if we actually hung out tonight.’ He couldn’t lose her, not when she was the best thing to ever happen to him. He was so in love with her, how could he be so stupid and allow his work to come in the way of his relationship. He growled under his breath, pulling out his phone. “Namjoon-ah, I can't record tonight. I have to take care of some other things tonight. Let’s reschedule for next week.” He hangs up and immediately makes another phone call. “Hi yes, It’s Min Yoongi. I need a favor.” Yoongi smiles sneakily, biting his lip.

Y/N:

You stand sulking in front of the microwave, listening to the kernels of your popcorn settle, ready to take it out before it burns. Just as you are about to yank the door open to your microwave, you startle at the sound of your doorbell ringing, huffing at how silly you are for getting such a fright. You walk over to the door, pressing your ear to it. “Who is it?” “Courier, special delivery, signature needed.” “You have the wrong address. I’m not expecting a delivery.” “Is this Miss Y/F/N Y/L/N?” “Yes.” You almost whisper. “Uh, Ma’am, please I have a lot more drop offs tonight, and this requires a signature or else I can't leave.” Your brow furrows at what it could possibly be that’s so urgent. You open the door slightly, eyeing the courier suspiciously. “Sign here please.” He hands you clipboard. You sign it, handing it back, and he then hands you a black gift box tied with silver ribbon. “Who is this from?” “I just deliver the packages ma’am but whoever it's from, they must really like you cause these deliveries are not cheap. Have a great night.”

You make your way back into your apartment and plop down onto your couch. You pull open the ribbon and lift the lid of the box to reveal a small white card atop white tissue paper. You lift the card out of the box and read the small cursive text.

‘Meet me at the Rooftop Del Mar and wear this. A car will be by in one hour. Xo Y.’

You pull the tissue paper from the box to reveal a black drape neck mini dress. Your mouth falls open as you feel the soft material and you run to jump into the shower. You are dressed and done up in under the hour time limit. You head downstairs and are greeted by a driver who is holding a tablet with your name on it. “I’m Y/N.” You say and the driver opens the back passenger door for you. You take a seat and attempt to call Yoongi but it goes straight to voice-mail.

You are at the restaurant in no time and soon the driver is opening the door and helping you to exit. “Welcome,” A male host greets you upon entrance into the restaurant, “Please follow me. You are our guest of honor.” You can’t help but blush, unsure of what’s going on. Your head is hazy and the feeling of butterflies fluttering in your tummy has you a bit queasy. You are escorted up to the rooftop, the elevator opening to an extravagantly set up dining area. There are no tables set up, only what seems like hundreds of bouquets of roses, pillar candles, and a red carpet. Your mouth hangs open and you look around drinking everything in. “Enjoy madam.” The host bows and gets back onto the elevator to leave. “Uh, wait. I don’t know what’s going on.” You stutter, your mouth dry.

You hear a click and suddenly your favorite love song plays on the overhead and you feel your heart thump in your chest. “May I have this dance?” Yoongi appears before you. Your jaw drops at how amazing he looks dressed in a white shimmering suit with pink embroidered top. He smiles at you, taking you in. “You look beautiful, jagi.”

Yoongi:

“How? Why? I thought you had to work?” She questions, picking at her fingers. “Work can wait. You can’t. I’ve been working too much and neglecting you, the most important person to me. I’m sorry for that jagi. I wanted to show you just how much you mean to me, just how much I love you, here, tonight. So, may I have this dance?” He smirks, holding his hand out to her.

She smiles that big beautiful smile and moves towards him, taking his hand. He pulls her towards him, her giggle filling him with joy. They begin to sway side to side, her palm resting on his chest, his hand on the small of her back. “Won’t you get in trouble for not recording the new track?” She inquires. Yoongi shrugs. “The thought of losing you trumps any trouble I could ever get in.” He says, twirling her around. She giggles again, her body pressed against him when she returns to him.

They gaze into each other’s eyes and all Yoongi can think about is how much he loves her, how he’d do anything to see her smile the way she is right now, and how he’d never do anything to jeopardize what they’ve built. “What?” She chuckles, her cheeks reddening. “You’re just so beautiful. I can’t stop looking at you.” He whispers, leaning in to plant a kiss on her soft lips. “Dinner is served outside sir.” The host appears. Yoongi nods, leading Y/N out through the decorated area, and onto the deck where a beautiful candlelit dinner has been setup.

Yoongi pulls out the chair for her to sit and takes a seat across from her on the bench. He looks up at the night sky, thinking how not one star in that sky shines as bright as his gorgeous Y/N. “Yoongi, this is so amazing. You didn’t have to do all this.” She assures almost nervously. Yoongi reaches his hand across the table to take hers. “Of course, I did. You mean the world to me and I’m sorry that I haven’t been doing right by you. It’s wrong of me to always put you on the back burner. Yes, work is important but all these accolades and then no one to share them with? If my whole world fell apart, I know I’d be ok, so long as I have you. You deserve someone who cares and I do, so much. I promise to show you that often jagi. More than words, actions. I never want to lose you, us.”

Yoongi sees the tears forming in her eyes and he brings her hand to his lips to comfort her. “Don’t cry my love.” She stands immediately, walking over to sit in Yoongi’s lap, her head in the crook of his neck. He pulls her close, the feel of her warm body against his bringing him such comfort. “I love you so much Yoongi. I was so scared earlier, like you just didn’t care anymore but this is so amazing. You’ve made me so happy. I don’t want to lose us either.” “Never jagi. Never.” He whispers, kissing her shoulder. She shifts in his lap, moving to plant kisses on his lips. He doesn’t fuss, instead letting her dig her hands in his hair to tug at his locks.

He can’t help but moan when she drags her tongue along his bottom lip. He opens his mouth for her and she wastes no time deepening the kiss, swirling her tongue around his. She breaks the kiss, licking her lips seductively as she stands. Yoongi looks past her, smirking when the host steps out to check on them then immediately turns to walk back in when Y/N straddles Yoongi. “Jagi, we’re still in public. Let’s finish dinner and we can head back home.” Yoongi pants, his breath catching in his throat when she thrust her hips forward. She shakes her head in opposition and Yoongi frowns. “I want you now.” She whines. “Not going to happen my love.” Yoongi declares.

She bites her bottom lip, her eyes glinting with that dark lustful look Yoongi knows too well. “I’m serious.” He warns. “Me too.” She teases, planting an open mouth kiss on his neck, suckling at his flesh. Her hand dripping down to massage at his manhood. Yoongi sucks in a breath, wrapping his arm around her waist and lifting her off her feet. He walks over to a secluded area, covered by greenery and potted trees. Yoongi takes a good look around, happy to have found a spot out of camera view.

Y/N:

“My poor naughty girl. It’s my fault you can barely control yourself.” Yoongi whispers against your collar bone, planting kisses against it. “It is.” You moan, attempting to reach down to grab his erection until Yoongi grabs both your wrist in one of his large hands. “No, no, no my love. Tonight, is all about you.” He smirks, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. He raises your hands above your head, holding them in place there. He lifts his bent knee up and anchors it into the wall between your legs, planting his flexed thigh into your heat. He grips your hip with his free hand and drags you across his thigh. You gasp out loud and watch the devilish grin spread across Yoongi’s face. “That’s it baby. Use me. I want to make you feel good, watch you cum.” You whimper at his words.

Bending your knees to gain better footing, you soon begin to rock back and forth along his firm thigh, your needy bud throbbing and hardening with each thrust. “My gorgeous girl. So needy, I’ve neglected you for too long, haven’t I? Dying for release?” “Yess. Yoongi. I need you.” “I’m right here baby. Watching you, wanting you so badly. You look so beautiful. So hot against my thigh. Soaking into my pants.” He whispers, licking at the shell of your ear. You moan out, rocking harder against him, bending your knees further to press more of your electrified bean into his tensed muscle. Your panties are completely soaked and the friction against your nerve endings has you coming undone faster than you had anticipated.

“Yoongi, so close. So…. God damn close.” You mewl, throwing your head back. Yoongi releases your hands, taking your hips into his hands now. You grip his shoulders, staring into his eyes as he presses his thigh into you more, aiding you across his thigh at an accelerated rate. Your mouth falls open, and you pant frantically, your throat drying. “That’s it jagi. Let go, soak my thigh, cum for me baby.” “Oh god,” You cry out, the coil deep inside your belly tightening. You clench your cunt suddenly, your coil snapping immediately. “Oh, yes! Yoongi, I’m cumming.” You shout, digging your nails into his shoulders. He pulls you into a kiss, one hand buried in your hair the other on your ass, still dragging you across his thigh. He swallows your sobbed moans with his tongue, slowing the pace as you come back from your high.

You pull away from him, pressing your back against the wall. Yoongi stretches his leg, the very apparent wet spot glistening in the moonlight. “I ruined your suit.” You say breathlessly. He shrugs looking down at it. “I don’t care about the suit. How do feel?” “OK, like I want more.” He smiles his wide gummy smile and moves towards you, pressing his body into yours. He kisses you softly. “Like I said it’s all actions from here forward jagi. Whatever you want. Although, maybe we should eat?” You giggle, kissing him again. “OK, maybe just a quick bite.” “That’s my girl.”

[frozen-fountain]

And again.

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not?

Related to my last answer, I tried a couple of times (after cultivating a difficult relationship with my work and its process thanks to familial expectation, and the lack of much else going on in my life), and it didn't take at all.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

I keep scrap paper close to my bed so I can write barely coherent notes on it instead of losing ideas in my sleep, but other than that, it's pretty much all in OpenOffice documents. I have the aforementioned darling cryo chamber, plus a big list of details and ideas I want to put into my big project, and each fic gets its own document full of notes when I feel I have enough ideas to warrant it. They're in folders organised according to fandom, in a bigger folder than separates my fanfic from my original work. I really need to get around to writing out a proper series timeline in addition to this.

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

Usually I'm sat at my kitchen table. It's round and made of pale, unvarnished wood and surrounded by mismatched chairs I inherited and picked up here and there. There's me, my laptop, external hard drive, lip balm, hand cream, phone, and a water bottle. Sometimes a teacup sits beside me and I'm distracted watching the steam rise, lit by the sun shining through a long window behind me. Behind the screen is a beaten-up Amazon box that may or may not contain a sleeping cat, snoring and snuffling as he chases something in his dreams. I hit a paragraph break and reach out to scratch behind his ear gently, shaking off stray fur from my hand before I go back. It's a tall room, Victorian, with decorative panels around the ceiling. You'll think I'm much wealthier than I am until you feel how cold it is in winter. My headphones are in whenever you hear the stomping of small feet and barking of dogs from the floor above me, but sometimes it's nice to take them out and listen to the wind in the leaves of the tree in the yard - especially when it paints watery shadows on the wall I'm looking at.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

These days, I have enough finished stories under my belt that I'm content to wing shorter pieces to an extent. I like to let ideas stew for a while so they can deepen and develop complexity, so I'll write down all the ideas I have that I want to include so I don't forget them, and then get to work.

Any research I know I need to do might be conducted at this stage, but - and this is a confession - I'm most likely to look up things on the fly when I need them. It's a pretty useful approach that satisfies the urge to procrastinate but also makes me feel like I'm working. But I also get a lot of plot bunnies from subjects I've developed an interest in, so a lot of that makes it into the fic.

For longer pieces I'm an intensive outliner. I'll start with a similar process of jotting down ideas, with the gaps usually filling themselves in neatly as I go. I then rewrite this into a list, often broken up into prospective chapters, of all the scenes I want to include and the information I intend to impart in them, as well as any choice phrasing or dialogue or details I think up.

With that said, I'm aware going in that I'll end up deviating a lot from this outline as I write. Characters take on a life of their own as I inhabit them, offering up new clues as to who they are and putting their foot down when I try to make them do something they wouldn't. So at this point the greatest purpose of the outline is to allow me to feel as much of the work has already been done and make the process seem a little less intimidating. My leaky, janky brain finds it a lot easier to get started and stay consistent if it has as much of a framework to go off as possible, but I won't hamper the story by holding to something that no longer feels true.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

I know the name of Elena's fifth grade lit teacher who gave her the horrifying indignity of a just-passing grade, and toward whom she's borne an intense grudge ever since. Mrs. Malenko actually became a handy literary device and authorial slap on the wrist whenever my prose got too frilly for the character's voice.

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

Getting in there is a fairly analytical process where I look at a character's backstory, assess how it produced the person we see in canon, and fill in any gaps with headcanons I feel are fitting to both them and the story as a whole. Obviously, in the case of original fiction, I'm making up the whole thing. When I have all of that in mind I can understand how these experiences inform their decisions, perceptions, and wants and needs going forward. I also make sure there's some element of my own experience I'm drawing on, some kind of hook that connects my life to theirs, for a more raw emotional approach to balance this.

Getting out usually involves picking a piece of media that's tonally and thematically different to what I've been doing. I can't say I've ever regretted a deep dive, either; my writing has caused me pain at times and picked open some old wounds, but it also prompted some introspection and processing that was necessary and beneficial in the long run.

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Both Vincent and Elena elicited almost constant forehead slapping and "Honey, no" reactions from me, in addition to asking me to expose and interrogate some of my own worst traits and biggest insecurities for the arcs I gave them.

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

As insufferable as I'm sure she is to be around, Yuffie is always tremendous fun to write. It's nice to unleash my inner troll for a minute here and there, and I also get a kick out of taking her and her story seriously when much of the fandom doesn't seem to.

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

I make life in this world bearable by drawing a little bit of inspiration from everything, the good and the terrible. In terms of being inspired by ideas, I never really seem to run dry on that front, so I'm afraid I can't be of much use with any advice for finding it again. But I can't wait for "inspiration" to strike to actually write. I've had much more success making it a habit and ensuring I do even a little a day even if I don't want to. I edit rigorously, so it's easier to capture and utilise that elusive spark when the bare bones are already down and guiding me.

30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?

I don't think I've ever written in a dream. I've dreamed about getting comments before, which is pretty embarrassing, but never writing. I don't recall dreaming of anything that's made it into my current work, but the epic fantasy I'll write in full one day has had some neat setpiece scenes and creatures courtesy of my subconscious. Though my dream imagery tends to be really lazy and on the nose, so it's not my preferred source.

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

I really am grateful for everyone who's ever given my scribblings the time of day, even if they were quiet about it. I'm lucky that everyone who's ever left me a comment has come off as a genuinely kind, thoughtful, intelligent person, and that in itself is a huge compliment. There's so many stories in the world and they managed to get something out of mine! That's incredible! I don't really know how to express my gratitude to anyone who's engaged me in the language I feel understood in, and let me be seen and heard and understood for a moment - a sentiment I always hope is reciprocal.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

That's a long list, but the first one my mind leapt to was a line from a FFX fic entitled Clarion that I found last year. "We are put in this world to dream our hardest," I read, with snot and tears all over my face well before the end. It's a beautiful line and powerful alone in context, but what made it especially poignant for me was that, the day after I finished the fic, the first JWST photos came back. I was looking at these beautiful impressions of just how vast this span of space we inhabit is, and thinking of the hard work and vision and passion it took from so many people for us to be able to see it so clearly. And having to hold that in my head along with all the reasons the planet we live on is a nightmare hellscape made me renew my commitment to dreaming a little harder.

Those words are written across the deep field for me, now and forever. I really need to go back and tell the author that, some time.

"It seemed as if the morning were stabilized, the sun stopped for an incalculable moment. In this light and this silence, years of wrath and night melted slowly away. I listened to an almost forgotten sound within myself as if my heart, long stopped, were calmly beginning to beat again. And awake now, I recognized one by one the imperceptible sounds of which the silence was made up..."

This is from Return to Tipasa by Albert Camus, if I'm allowed to quote an essay as well. I read it first when I was a teenager with little in the way of scope and thought "Sounds fake, but okay". Revisited it shortly after I turned thirty and everything started to get better, and I understood. It's a passage I return to when I can feel the world starting to turn small again.

And in 2010 I read the phrase "Stare into the abyss; make it blink first" on a Courage Wolf meme. It's been a core tenet of my personality ever since.

33. Do you practice any other art besides writing? Does that art ever tie into your writing, or is it entirely separate?

I take photographs sometimes. It's very different from writing in that one is creating something from nothing and the other is cutting and framing to make art of what's there, but I think there's a certain influence I've found carrying over. I'm very visual as a writer, and trying to compose photos in a way that sets a scene or tells a story has definitely aided me in creating effective and dynamic description. I've tried to recreate techniques like bokeh to highlight something a character is focusing on to the exclusion of all else, and even directly used aperture as a trauma-related metaphor in one fic.

I draw occasionally. Not particularly well, but I'm feeling lately that perhaps I should make bad art more often. It's a shame that I have what I think are really cool ideas for visual symbolism that don't always carry over as powerfully into writing, though attempting has presented some fun and helpful challenges.

I also really love to cook, as a hobby and explorative practice as well as a necessity. It's not surprising if you see the amount of food porn in my work.

34. Thoughts on the Oxford comma, Go:

It's absolutely necessary for clarity and avoiding potentially amusing misreadings in lengthy, list-like sentences, plus I find it elegant.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

ALL OF THEM give me a subversive thrill when I decide it's appropriate to ignore them. But the one I most regularly and most gleefully ignore is the current trend towards "invisible" writing and stark brevity, cutting all but the most essential elements from the text.

I think people have done wonderful things with this minimalist, even brutalist style, and it's the most fitting approach for some stories. But not mine. I want my work to be something to savour the texture and flavour of, an opportunity to slow down and ponder against the grain of the breakneck pace the world often demands from us. When I go heavy on sensory detail and tangential asides, I do try to ensure they complement and add to the viewpoint's characterisation (you can tell a lot about a person from what they look for and what lingers in their memory and which thought leads to another) and fit the overall tone and theme of the story, so it's not just excess. But if there's one thing I feel I do well it's creating an immersive atmosphere, so I don't intend to stop.

Weird Questions for Writers

…All.

Alright, everyone else go home, I guess. I'll be doing this in stages over the next couple of days because, as much as I enjoy talking about myself, I do still have to write this afternoon. Thank you!

What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

Basic Times New Roman, more out of familiarity than anything. I keep meaning to try the Comic Sans trick that supposedly makes it easier to focus, but I don't know if I can bear to look at that all day.

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

I don't relish the thought of those wrist cramps, but yes, I think I would. I can't stand the thought of just keeping it all in my own head.

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

I usually end up doing it early afternoon, after lunch and a few minutes of pacing or stretching to clear my head. I'll also play with my cat for a while beforehand, as if he's tired from being a fearsome hunter he's less likely to get up on the clackboard to help me (results may vary). Then I procure something to drink, pick out something to listen to, and freewrite some word association for a bit if I'm not in the right headspace.

While I have a vague goal in mind for where I'd like to write up to, these days, I only make myself do a single sentence per day. It's usually much more than that, but just that sentence absolutely has to happen every single day if it's really all I can manage. When I'm done, I try to leave at a point I'm actively excited to get back to and have a clear picture, so it's easier to pick up the next day. Usually I jot down a few notes to help.

It's cursed because a lot of the music I enjoy probably is, and because the aforementioned notes have sometimes been things like "toilet paper" or "[character] on her Caravaggio bullshit" and I'm left just sitting there trying to work out what any of this was in reference to, or why Past Froze thought it was going to be helpful.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Susurrus. I try to limit it to one use per story, and maybe one per chapter if I'm feeling extra indulgent.

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

Not a superstition I actively believe, but every time I think a fic might do well it's met with silence, whereas the ones I assume are for me and an audience of three end up performing way better than expected. I don't judge success on external factors and will write what I want to say regardless, but it's a nice reminder that whatever niche oddness you're cooking up might have more of an audience than you realise.

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

It's more a fear about myself, which is that my ability or lack thereof to execute an idea doesn't matter, because what I have to say in the first place is of no interest or value whatsoever and no amount of minutely crafted phrasing can change that. (Needless to say, I would never think this of another person, no matter what they were trying to tell me.)

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

That I do it anyway. That, regardless of how it does or doesn't impact on the world outside of me, I experienced something that made me feel strongly enough to take the time to attempt to recreate it in words. And when, after minutes that feel like hours over agonising over which words to use, I find some that hit the exact resonance and well of allusion I was hoping for? It's about the most accomplished I've ever felt.

8. If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

I'd choose the all-dialogue option because that would be a bigger challenge for me, and also because I have a great model for how to do it in The Fall by Camus. So I'd reread that and pick apart how it was done in a way that worked; I can picture the setting of the novel so clearly even though it's only described in ways that feel naturalistic for characters who are walking through it. I'm guessing this would remain a shorter piece, and I'd have a specific reason for zooming in so completely on what's being said to the exclusion of all else, and I think this would be a great medium for an unreliable narrator. The negative space around what isn't said would have to be as intrinsic a part of the story as anything that makes it onto the page. I think it'd be a really interesting experiment, some time.

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

I believe many, many people have experienced things we currently (and most certainly always will) lack the scientific method to understand and quantify. I'm about ninety percent sure I had a premonition once. I also believe what we say and do resonates, in ways that are hard to track and trace, beyond the moment where they occur. I'm not sure whether this means I believe there's a non-corporeal part of us all that lingers after the physical body reaches its planned obsolescence, and that sometimes this remnant is able to reach out and touch the living from time to time, but it's something.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

At least a fragment of everything I've ever read or written lives under my skin. Even if I hated it or even if I can't remember anything about it besides that splinter that stood out the most. All I've lived - and not lived, especially when I might have had the chance to - is waiting over my shoulder and following me along the corridor, whether as a warning or a tormentor or a guide.