#So guess I'm just a snowflake don't pay attention

[kurlik42]

Do you know this feeling when you're like "Oh, yeah, I like this thing, I found so much comfort in it and it helps me carrying on-" and then you suddenly see thousands of comments about how people should "KILL THEMSELVES FOR FINDING COMFORT IN THESE AND THAT" and you just feel so ashamed to the point you gonna lie to yourself you've ever enjoyed or used it at all and you just avoid posting anything about it

[who-mentioned-rhys-larsen]

Merry Christmas everyone! I was writing for @missaengg, hope you like it and it met your standards! :)))

TW! Sex, riding, hickeys, pinv, kissing, making out, use of no condom. (I don't really know what else to put I'm sorry, lmk if I missed anything though that you think should be here!)

Word count- 1.4k

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A White Christmas~

It was a warm and cosy morning as you sat with your boyfriend by the crackling fire, finally unwrapping the presents after 24 long days of staring at them under the tree and not being able to do anything about it. The sound of paper rustling echoed throughout the somewhat empty room, save for yourselves and accompanied by the gentle sound of his humming. You both wore matching pyjamas, red and green with cute snowflakes patterns.

"These pyjamas are irritatingly fluffy…kinda like a cat. Eugh."

"Oh c'mon, stop whinging and open this one!"

You replied in a bubbly voice as you shoved another one of your presents in his hands. His brows furrowed as he brought it up to his ear and shook it, trying to guess what was inside it.

"It sounds hollow…"

He mumbled sceptically, raising an eyebrow at your expectant expression before undoing the ribbon and tearing open the wrapping paper to reveal a fish tank box, the writing 'My First Fishtank!' sprawled across the front of it.

"Well? Do you like it?"

You asked softly, looking at him optimistically.

"I thought you might like it because you always liked going to the aquarium and looking at the fish so you might like it more if I bought it to you..?"

You explained, trying to ascertain some sort of a reaction from him. Your nerves settled significantly as a smile formed on his lips. Perhaps it was because of the thought behind the gift compared to it's size as he could easily purchase another, bigger one for his home if his heart truly desired.

"Thanks sweetheart. We can go choose a little fishie for the bowl tomorrow and he can stay in my studio to keep me company. Maybe we'll get two, one for me and one for you."

He spoke softly with a smile as he placed the box down and reached for one of his gifts, giving it to you.

"Now, you have to open one of mine."

He said in his usual teasing tone as he handed you a small box. While you started to try and remove the taping on the box, only to realise that it was practically sealed shut and required the help of scissors, he was silently going over a couple lines in his head, not necessarily paying much attention to you. After going to retrieve them, you came back to find him on one knee, looking up at you. You stopped in your tracks, looking at him with wide eyes as you attempted to process what was going on, your breathing slowly quickening.

"Since I met you by that fish pond that day, I knew it was you. I've always known it was you and that I wanted it to be you. From the way you smile and how your whole face smiles with you, to the way you take care of everyone you love and hold close to yourself and damn me for craving it all forever because I simply cannot get enough of it and I don't think I ever, ever will. My heart yearns for yours and to be connected together, forever. So please, will you do me the honour of being my bride and will you marry me?"

He finished, popping open the ring box to reveal a silver ring in the gentle shape of a tiara, adorned with diamonds and sapphires. His heart was beating frantically in his chest as he awaited your answer, desperately hoping it would be the one he was searching for. You felt your eyes water with tears of happiness as you looked and listened, the scissors and present falling from your hands as they came up and covered your wide mouth, your jaw dropped. It took you a moment to realise that he was still waiting for an answer. Snapping out of it, you just began to repeatedly nod your head over and over again, being unable to let any words out at the moment but knowing what you wanted to say. His lips curled into a wide smile as he placed the box on a nearby table and stood up, picking you up and spinning you around as the sound of happy giggles bounced off every corner of the room. There was an unmistakable sparkle in his eyes that mirrored your own. He gently set you down before he pulled you in for a deep and loving kiss, one hand coming up to rest on the curve of your ass while the other came to cup the nape of your neck and tilt your head back further to deepen the kiss. Your hands came to rest against his chest as some sort of steady between you. Without breaking the kiss off, he sat you both down on the floor, positioning you to straddle his lap. He gently licked the seam of your lips, seeking entrance that you gladly gave. Your tongues danced with one another's while his hand strayed under your shirt, caressing your skin lovingly.

Soon enough, both of your clothes were off, having been peeled back t reveal the gorgeous secrets that lay beneath. By now, you had both moved to the couch for comfort. You were mounted on top of him, his hands on your hips to steady you, grinding your clothes pussy against his rock-hard cock that was straining against the confines of his boxers.

"Fuck…stop teasing me darling…"

He mumbled breathlessly as he ground his hips upwards impatiently. Alas, he too removed your underwear impatiently, tossing both his boxers and your arousal soaked panties somewhere to be found later. You hastened to lift your hips up slightly, his hand gripping the base of his cock to direct it to your aching hole. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you sunk down on his length, relishing in the slight burn of the stretch and the way he filled you up so well. Your mixed moans and grunts of pleasure echoed through the room, accompanied by the wanton sound of flesh slapping against flesh as you bounced on his dick and the smell of sex was in the air,

"Mmh…tastes so sweet…"

He mumbled against your breasts. They looked so pretty as they jiggled with each jump on him, how could he not be tempted to suck on them until they were littered with hickeys? Your movements slowly started to become sloppier the closer you came to your climax and he started to thrust upwards instead, his hips snapping up to meet yours coming down and to keep the movements going. The sweet noises you made became more frequent, accompanied by the telltale sign of a tight knot building in the pit of your belly on the drive to ecstasy.

"Raf…d-don't stop…close…"

You whispered breathlessly.

"I know…I can feel it with the way your sweet cunt keeps clenching around my cock…"

He breathed out.

"C'mon…n-nearly there…gonna paint your insides as a White Christmas…."

His hand trailed down ot pinch your clit, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves between his forefinger and thumb.

"Come f'me."

He commanded with a groan as your head fell back in pleasure, your desperate mewls filling the room as your sweet pussy fluttered around his aching cock. He followed suit, his orgasm crashing over him as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his veins. Breathless and sweaty, you leaned down for a kiss as you laid on the couch with him, that of which he gladly accepted.

"You've made me the happiest man alive…"

He whispered softly while his lips ghosted over yours, both of you pulling back from the kiss.

"Words can't express how much I feel the same."

You replied with a smile. He wrapped an arm around your waist, encouraging you to lay your head against him and relax. He pulled a nearby blanket close, leisurely draping it over both of you. Neither of you showed any will to move as you gazed at the crackling fire ahead of you, the flames dancing in the hearth as he slowly softened within you. You were both dripping all over each other, but you'd move to fix that later.

"Merry Christmas, cutie."

He said softly as he nuzzled the crown of your head, your face against his chest.

"Merry Christmas Raf…"

You replied, relaxing contentedly against him. It all seemed so sweet and perfect. But then again, things were always perfect when you were with him.

The end~

@nanamiscocksleeve

!!Please don't copy or steal my work!!

[daylightaftertherain]

18 for meet ugly with wilmon/stedrika please :D

18. getting hit in the face with a snowball intended for someone else

oooo I love this one, combined both ships into a single one shot, so this is mostly stedricka with wilmon in the background bc my sapphics need more attention :D

"Ow, what the fuck?" Stella yelps. A snowball's somehow smacked into her face, sending snow flying all over her hair, bag, and clothes. She skids to a halt on the icy sidewalk and topples over, pulling Wille down with her in a mess of gangly limbs and blonde hair. Their coffees promptly explode all over her scarf. Felice manages to keep upright and keep all of their shopping out of the snow, stifling a giggle. Both of them automatically mumble "fuck you"s to her.

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry!" A girl's head pops out of a snowy bush in the park Stella's group had been passing through, and she quickly runs over and begins brushing off the remains of the rogue snowball that had hit Stella.

And yeah, normally Stella would be pissed, both because of the snowball and the embarrassing fall onto the side of the street, but the thing is, the girl is gorgeous. Long brown hair swept into a messy side braid, faced scrunched with concern and focused on Stella's (expensive and new) scarf, and lips and cheeks both red from the cold. She catches herself staring at a snowflake on the girl's eyelashes, and stops before her thoughts get too gay and her friends inevitably notice.

"Uh, hi?" she says. It must come out harsher than she'd planned, because the girl jumps and looks up with big, alarmed eyes. "Hi! Um, sorry again, my friends were having a snowball fight, and things got a bit out of control. I'll pay for your scarf, obviously, and-"

"Right now, just your name is fine," Stella interrupts, trying to smile so she doesn't scare off the previously mentioned gorgeous girl off after just thirty seconds. Felice would never let her live that down.

"Oh. It's uh, Fredricka," Fredricka smiles awkwardly. Before Stella can reply, someone else runs over. He's bundled up in a purple hoodie and gray parka, dark curls escaping his beanie.

"Yikes," he says simply, and begins helping up Wille, who locks eyes with the boy and flushes so hard Felice immediately starts laughing. They strike up a shy conversation, and Wille stills when Simon reaches up to brush snow from his hair. Gay disaster.

"That's uh, Simon. He's new to our friend group, Henry introduced him, he's nice though, and uh, you did not need to know that," Fredricka sighs. "I'm sorry, I tend to ramble a lot."

"It's... fine," Stella says softly, "I don't mind." (She hates rambling from anyone else except Fredricka now, apparently.)

Fredricka looks slightly surprised again, but she recovers fairly quickly and beams. Stella thinks distantly that she'd probably forget the coffee cooling on her scarf and the snow down the front of her sweater if Fredricka kept smiling like that, and, wow. She needs to calm down.

"Thanks for being one of the only people who tolerate my rambling, I guess?" Fredricka laughs, "and I'm still paying for the scarf, but uh, I don't have any cash on me?"

"You could just give me your number and buy me a coffee some time," Stella rushes before she can lose her nerve.

And well, Fredricka's slightly surprised but happy expression is going to be Stella's new favorite thing, isn't it. She's not mad about it, honestly.

"Okay," Fredricka breathes. When she's rattled off her number and they've said a slightly breathless goodbye, Stella distracts herself from the wave of warmth climbing up her cheeks by relentlessly teasing Wille's mess of a conversation with the other boy ("He's called Simon?" "Why the fuck do you have that mushy-ass expression on your face?") (She promises to text Fredricka and ask for Simon's number as well)

-💜❄️-

[studestael]

Hello you! 🎅🏻 This is your secret Santa - I'm happy to make your acquaintance! Also, happy 1st of Advent 🌟 Do you celebrate advent where you're at?

I was outside walking earlier and listening to music (my sunday habit) and was thinking about how certain songs or even just a lyric line can hit so perfectly sometimes, as if it was written for that very moment of your life. So I'm wondering, do you have any songs or lyrics that particularly resonate with you right now?

Also, I'm of course curious about who your favourite artists and/or bands are!

(I'll sign my messages with ❄️ so you know it's from me!)

hello santa, nice to meet you too!! i'm so happy srs is back! i've been participating for 3 years i think? is this the first time you participate?

happy 2nd to you :^) i don't really celebrate it; i used to have advent calendar with chocolates when i was younger, two years ago my mother offered me a tea bags advent calendar and last year, it was one with christmas stickers. i don't have any this year because i can't hold on to it anyway and end up in february with boxes not open yet haha what about you?

i don't have any lyric line that comes to mind right now! though i have music melodies that stick in mind in particular times (i'm more into instrumental music these days + i mainly listen to english speaking songs and it's not my native language so i don't always pay attention to the lyrics, sadly). i guess you asked cause you heard lyrics that resonated with your emotions yesterday, would you mind telling me about it?

and my favorite classic rock artists/bands are the beatles, queen, the monkees, pink floyd and a lot more. i'm really into 60s and 70s! these last few years i really dug into jazz and brazilian music. what and who are yours?

alright snowflake, see you very soon :)))

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

If it were that easy sure. However it's not. These "snowflakes" are machines that are oiled with hate. And that hate never stops. It only destroys. So sure, ignore them. Then when they tear what you love to shreds with glee then move on the the next thing, You'll be wonder "What happened". You weren't paying attention. DnD is slowly erasing racial abilities because "racism".

They removed a lot of the "evil" attributes to certain races.

I WANT more than anything to ignore these assholes and go about my day. But what's that phrase again?

"What do you do when you want peace and the other side wants you dead?"

Because if you both fight for your own values in that situation guess who loses? You do.

DnD MTG Ghostbusters 90% of all PopCulture etc etc ect.

These people want YOU and your fandoms gone, dead and buried. And it's because we DID used to ignore those types. Thinking to ourselves, "Just leave them be what can they really do".

And what did they do. Weaponized their speech. Invaded our spaces. Tore apart the things we loved. Moved to the next thing. Your niche? Your fandom? Your beloved hobbies? They will come for them next and they will destroy them. I used to like dubbed anime some long time back. Now I have to deal with lines like, "What are you one of those gamer gate dudebro incels" in my f*cking anime. Yes because THAT is the literal translation of what I'm watching. *Eyeroll*.

Ignoring these people doesn't make them stop. Because they want attention. And rather than seek it elsewhere, they feel ENTITLED to attention. So they will demand it. And they will destroy you and everything around you until you give it to them. And even when you do, it'll be too late. They will have leveled the things you love. They will destroy the culture and the message around the things you love. They don't care. Because they are selfish. They are destructive. And the only solution is to pay attention and tell them to sit down, shut up, and leave your loved mediums alone. And then protect those mediums. With others whom also love said mediums. DON'T GIVE THEM AN INCH.

[keen-li]

FROZEN MARMALADE: a Christmas special. ☆before.

A/n: these drabble don't affect the plot in anyway, just here to give you some insight on things.

1st drabble; part of the MARMALADE series.

Brother's best friend jk, fuckboy jk, college student reader.

Pairings: fuck boy jk x fem reader.

MARMALADE series

You begged your brother if you could join along on the fun he was going to have with his friends at a Christmas party. And since you didn't have anything to do, all your friends had left to their families and your brother being a good brother and not wanting you to be alone on Christmas decided that it'd be okay if you joined him.

You knew that you were probably gonna meet some people you know from campus but not any you care to talk to.

So you put on your best winter party outfit you could find and grabbed your bag to meet your impatient brother in his car.

"Do you have to take so long" he asked  but you ignored him telling him..

"Just drive off"

You watch the little snowflakes fall as you and your brother wait for the traffic to clear. The little Christmas Carols coming from the radio soothing your thoughts.

"Bro are you gonna be here sooner? " you hear a loud and impatient voice speak through your Brother's speakers.

"Yeah I'll be there soon, I'm caught in traffic"

"Boooooo" you hear a second male voice speak, the music in the background blocks you from hearing their voices clearly.

Your brother chuckles.

"Hoseok have you already been drinking?" Your brother asks as the hoseok guy responds with a loud...

"YEP!"

you hear some shuffling on the call, sounds like hoseok doesn't want to move away from the phone.

"He's a light drunk" the first male voice speaks, after being able to push hoseok away.

"...how long are you gonna be?"

"Not long if the traffic moves quickly" your brother tries to move his head out the window to check for any progress. No progress at all.

"Alright be quick... we need you here" he pauses "more like hyung needs you here"

Your brother chuckles understanding as he glances at you staring out the window.

"I'm bringing my sister though" he turns back to the road and your ears perk up at the mention of you.

The person on the phone hums in acknowledgement.

"Oh okay that's fine" he says voice softening "the more the merrier"

"Get here quickly though"

-

"You're late" you watch a guy approach your brother, dark hair brushing against his forehead as he walks to you both. You do recognise him. He's one of your Brother's friends, jungkook.  How did you not recognise his voice earlier.  You've seen him before and even talked to him before, you slapyour forehead mentally for forgetting. Guess you couldn't hear over the music that was playing and now that you're here you hear the loud music and it plays sharp and clear through your ear drums.

"I know, the traffic took longer than I thought" your brother defends.

Jungkook, you're pretty sure that's his name, turns to look at you and nod his head at you.

"How Are you? " He asks and you get kinda nervous.

"I'm good thanks" he seems to have noticed your nervousness when you respond.

"Don't get shy with me like you don't know me" he tries to lighten your mood. And it's kinda worked.

"I'm not shy, it's just that I don't know anyone here" you confess, fingers playing with eachother in your sweater pocket.

"Well you know me, that should be enough " he laughs as you feel reassured by his words and warm eyes. You've never seen his smile until now, you actually haven't even paid attention to his face the way you're paying attention to it right now.

You give him a smile back. "You wanted to come so you can't complain " you hear your brother say and you roll your eyes, when did you ever complain.  You aren't even complaining. He likes to make you take responsibility of your choices, yiu understand his point of view but its getting irritating. You scoff.

Jungkook watches you as you roll your eyes and finds it amusing how he's never seen this bratty cheeky side of you. He's hasn't interacted with you enough to know you well but he never thought you'd be the cheeky type. He thinks it's quite adorable.

You hear someone, a girl, rush to your brother and pull him away.

"I'll be back" he says but you know he won't be back until you have to go home. They never come back.

"I guess it's just you and me" jungkook says turning back to you after watching your brother rush away with some girl he knows but you don't.

"Let me get you something to drink" he turns and you follow walking into a more crowded part of the party. Its a house party, those houses with a large spiral staircase and a large glowing chandelier in the center and by the look of the house you wouldn't be surprised if those were real diamonds. Who the heck owns this house? And would let some people play around in it. You definitely wouldn't but maybe that's why you don't have such a house.

Jungkook takes you to the backyard and immediately you're there you're met with a beautiful view of the sunset. The open landscape with the trees accessorised with fallen snow really fits into the Christmas holiday house aesthetic.

Some trees are decorated with Christmas lights, the ones closer to civilization. You never knew a place like this existed, so it can't be a holiday house unless its some rich man's holiday house. Music beams through every wave in the air as jungkook guides you to a seat near a fire and you reluctantly take a seat. You don't want to act like some awkward introvert, you aren't quite that but this place is kinda intimidating.

"I'll be back with your cocoa in a bit" cocoa? Are you some baby, he better be joking. You didn't come to a Christmas party filled with twenty year olds, and you being one as well, to come drink cocoa.

"Here" he says handing you a steaming cup of cocoa. You look at him for a minute to see if he's joking but he's totally serious. You take the cup and slowly take a sip as the warm steam hits your face and your once frozen nose warms up.

When you take a sip you're taken back a bit, it taste just like cocoa simple plain cocoa.  What did you want it to taste like?

You kinda hoped it was mixed with something, like a spirit, knowing the youth nowadays you'd expect that.  But it's not, it's simple plain boring old cocoa, but you won't let jungkook know that. So you put on a smile to show him your gratitude. Maybe your brother told him not to let you drink.

"Is it good?" He asks grin in show and you can't bring yourself to tell him you wanted something strong, maybe it's for the best.

Hum. "It tastes very good, thanks" you smile truly grateful he took the time to find you a place to sit and get you a drink when he probably has something else to do. Something better probably.

"Great. Cause I made it myself" he sounds proud of himself,  he definitely is. For a while people have been telling jungkook that his hot cocoa sucked and he's glad you're the first one to tell him he's cocoa tastes good. Since he's been practicing and shit, nothing serious.  Its very serious actually especially when he has to look it up on YouTube for ways to make he's cocoa fancier and pretty. In taste and appearance.

He smiles. "I appreciate it" you share a moment of silence as jungkook stares at you and you've never been so anxious to know what a man was thinking. What is he looking at, it's not a creepy stare in anyway. It's more of a I'm in a deep thought and you're what I'm looking at and I can't turn my ears away cause the thought is so good kinda stare.

You don't mind cause you've done that before but you on the other hand don't look as attractive as jungkook does when he's doing it. You probably look like a deer in head lights while jungkook looks like a star in the limelight.

"Jungkook you're needed by the bar" you here someone yell from a distance and that finally breaks him from his trance.  What was he thinking of?

Don't know. Maybe about the fact that he's glad you're the first one to try his new and improved hot cocoa and that his glad you liked it. Maybe or maybe not that's what he was thinking of.

"What's that you gave to her" a small female hand stops jungkook by the chest.  Jungkook looks at the hand already knowing who owns but she doesn't push it when he stares at the accessorised limb and then at the owner.

"Just some hot cocoa" he tries to walk away but she keeps her hand firm on his chest,  not allowing him to move. He could simply shove her away and walk past but he isn't like that.

"Can you make me some kookie" he cringes at the nickname that doesn't sound so good coming out of her mouth.

"Sure" he says not sounding so enthusiastic and just ready to be out of her presence. And so he does, he walks past her as soon possible leaving her to take in his scent as she watches you sips your cocoa in peace, watching the scenery. You're just his friend's sister she thinks to herself, it's nothing.

You place your now empty cup on the ground still stuck on your seat not planning on moving anytime soon.  Even though it wasn't what you expected,  the cocoa did make you feel warmer and more comfortable, maybe that's what jungkook was going for. Going head on with liquor isn't so good anyways.

The sweet and creamy taste really made you fall into an unknown nostalgia, reminiscing on moments you've lived in your life and your Christmas boyfriends. You honestly wouldn't mind going for another cup of it, it might just be better than alcohol.  Cause its able to do everything alcohol can do and more without the bad effects. Jungkook's little concoction, that's what you're gonna call it cause you've never tasted a hot cocoa that can make you feel so many things, maybe you're being dramatic. You're not.

"Hey" a voice speaks next to you and when you turn you see jungkook's friend from earlier...

"It's hoseok" you knew that but the assistance is appreciated. You give him a warm smile contrary to the cold air. He takes a seat next to you making himself comfortable.  He doesn't look as drunk as before.

"Why are you sitting by yourself" maybe cause you don't know anyone and your guide left you.

"Nothing just enjoying the view" by this time the sun had already set and the only view being the twinkling lights and your phone screen.

"Let me keep you some company" he nudges himself against the seat making himself even more comfortable.

"There's no ne-" You're about to protest and tell him to go have fun and not let your boring ass keep you here but he stops you.

"Don't say no. I have nothing to do and I thought I'd help you feel a little more comfortable" you nod and hum. Couldn't hurt cause you are bored of the endless scrolling on your phone.

You stay silent for a bit not knowing what conversation starter to use.

"Who owns this house?" You finally ask the burning question on your mind, hoping hoseok has the answers you're looking for.

"Yuri." He says looking at the sky filled with tiny little stars. "You must know her, you're at the same college" you've definitely heard that name and seen her around, but you haven't spotted her here. You heard her family was rich. But you never knew  she was this rich. You turn your neck admiring the place for the hundredth time. Hoseok notices and chuckles at that.

"Nice isn't it?" He also looks around at the large landscape and building.

"Very"

"Thanks to jungkook, we were able to have a party here" he informs and your ears peak at the information. "She was a little difficult but jungkook got her to warm up to it"

So jungkook's the reason for this party, not surprised but at yuri's house, how did he even get her to say yes. Bet she had to beg her parents real hard.

"Are they like-" you don't want to finish your sentence and seem nosy, so you hope hoseok is quick to catch your drift.

"Dating?" He asks if that's what you're asking and you nod.

"Jungkook says they aren't but yuri says they are" jungkook's dating. Its not confirmed.

"But to be honest.." he leans in as though about to gossip, "yuri is kinda delusional, we all know jungkook doesn't get into relationships"

He doesn't. Sigh.

"So if you want the truth believe jungkook" you nod not asking anymore questions. You're not going to believe anyone there's nothing to believe, you just wanted to know. It doesn't even matter what the truth is to you.

You go silent still unconsciously pondering on what hoseok just told you. You wish you didn't ask now you've disturbed your mood. Why do you even care.

New year's resolution

1. Learn to kind your own business.

"Are there any drinks?" Now you just wanna clear your mind. The comfort and warmth from the cocoa has now faded away and is now out of your bloodstream.

"Glad you asked" he springs up and stretches his hand out to you.

"Wanna go grab some." You nod taking his hand.

"Sure"

....

You've taken a few cups and you are feeling the hit but not too much, but enough to have you giggling at hoseok's silly jokes. You'd never laugh like this if you were sober. But you're still able to function. You haven't seen your brother seen you first entered the party.  Honestly you don't want to see him, not while you're like this.

"You shouldn't be hanging out with hoseok" Jungkook's voice speaks and you both turn to it. "You'll  get drunk" he finishes eyeing you.

"Isn't that the point" hoseok mumbles.

"Come on let's get you some water and something to eat" he say guiding by your shoulder. The main reason you're even going with him is cause you're kinda feeling hungry and really want something to eat.  Drinking alcohol on and empty stomach isn't such a good idea after all.

"Is my brother putting you up to this?" You say leaning against the counter watching him pulling something out of the fridge. Such a beautiful fridge.

"No." He doesn't say too much.

After removing the sandwich from the microwave he hands it to you.

"First a grilled cheese sandwich" you take it still a little skeptical.

"Its mine so you dont need to worry about it" He reassures as you take a bite into it. He watches your hands wrapped around it as you look down whilst taking a bite. He watches the way your lips move to chew the food, your cheeks puffing up with each movement. He thinks you look so cute right now. He shouldn't be thinking about he's friend's sister in that way but he can't help it, you're just to damn cute. But you'll never know that he's thought that.

He tries to keep his facial expressions and body language unreadable and it surely is.

"You should have some water now"

He points to the bottle of water next to you. Before you take it you can't help but wonder.

"Why are you here?" He knows what you're asking and he chuckles.

And with a straight face and a grin he speaks.

"You're my friend's sister. Don't want something bad to happen to you" your face falls, what we're you hoping he was going to say.

"There are alot of bad guys here. Don't want you to have to meet them"

If only you knew.

You smile and nodding understandingly.

Even with a sweater on the winter air seems to creep in through you one way or another and you shiver more. You feel so awkward,  you wish you never came. And the way jungkook looks at you doesn't help your mind calm down. The only time you remember feeling anything close to what you're feeling now is when your ex broke up with you on Christmas. Fuck him, on Christmas of all days. 

But why are you feeling that way cause of jungkook's words. You need to sleep this off.

2. Stay away from parties.

[a-little-piece-of-trash]

Just a little ficlet i was inspired to write by the gt ace attorney server :]

Shifter!feenie is stuck at a tiny size and is found by bratworth.

__________________________

Miles Edgeworth stood outside the courthouse, lost in thought. It was a cold day, snow fell from the sky bit by bit, and splotches of white dotted the ground. 

He was thinking about the trial that had just wrapped up. A guilty verdict of course, Miles Edgeworth was the model of perfection, he's never lost a case and never will. 

He exhaled and smiled, watching his own breath flow through the air- It rarely ever snowed in Los Angeles, so despite it being childish, he still found it amusing to do so. 

Something on the ground caught his eye. A small pile of red. At first he feared the worst, thinking he might have stumbled onto a crime scene, but upon closer inspection it turned out to only be a scarf.

"That's certainly odd," he thought out loud, "Why would someone leave this here? Or, how could they not notice it missing, especially in this weather…" 

He reached down to pick up the scarf, but froze midway from doing so. 

The scarf was moving…. or rather, something in the scarf. It writhed and thrashed, most likely trying to escape from its cloth prison. 

He thought it must've been some sort of mouse or squirrel, maybe even a bird. Either way he decided to lift the scarf and set the creature free.

As he did so, he noticed something…even more odd. The creature was neither a bird nor a mouse… but a human…albeit a tiny one, it was a human nonetheless. 

The tiny human looked up at him, first with fear, then with surprise, then with…joy?

Perplexed, Miles picked up the tiny human and closely inspected him. It was only then that he recognized him.

"Phoenix Wright?" he questioned. 

"Miles! So you do remember me!" The tiny human- Phoenix- responded with pure joy. 

"Nngh, Please don't call me by my first name, Wright." Edgeworth instinctively snapped, prompting a quiet "sorry" from the smaller man in response. 

"And… I certainly remember you being a lot… taller." Edgeworth furrowed his brow, an expression of confusion crossing his face. "What happened to you?" 

Phoenix wasn't really paying attention. He was cold, but Miles was so warm. He didn't realize it himself, but he leaned into miles' hand, sighing contentedly as he did so.

Edgeworth blushed a little, though he would never admit it. He cleared his throat to get Wright's attention. 

"Phoe- Wright. Please explain to me… this-" using his free hand, he gestured to Phoenix's entirety. "Now." 

Phoenix perked up and looked up at Miles, then thought of how to explain his situation.

"Well… I'm a sizeshifter." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "I can change my size whenever I want…well, kind of. I'm actually a little stuck right now." he giggled at his own dumb pun. 

Miles sighed, ignoring the joke. 

"Is there any way for you to change back? I don't want to have to be dealing with you right now." 

"Ouch, Edgeworth. Ouch." Phoenix looked down sadly. "Well, I think I shrank because I'm a little low on energy. Sometimes my body shrinks in order to preserve energy when I get too exhausted, I guess." 

"You…guess? That's not very helpful, Wright." 

"Look, it's the best explanation I could come up with." Phoenix crossed his arms. 

Suddenly, he felt a terrible shiver run down his spine as a particularly big snowflake landed on his head. "The cold definitely doesn't help though. I need to find someplace warm." His eyes drifted up to Miles' breast pocket.

Somehow, Edgeworth knew exactly what Wright was going to say. 

"No." 

"Aww c'mon Edgeworth, please? It's so cold! And you're so warm! I promise I won't bother you." Phoenix looked up at him with big, sad eyes. 

Miles blushed quite a bit at that, quickly looking away. Damn You Wright, For Being So Cute. 

"Nngh. Fine." He lifted Wright closer before carelessly letting him tumble into his breast pocket. 

Phoenix fell into the pocket with an oof, quickly, he readjusted himself into a more comfortable position, then sighed contentedly at the newfound warmth. 

"Thanks, Edgeworth." 

"Miles….You can call me Miles." 

"Huh?" Phoenix was shocked by how loud Edgeworth had sounded, he could feel his voice reverberate through his entire body… wait what did he just say? 

It took a moment to process, but once it did, he smiled widely. 

"Okay Miles." He yawned, letting the warmth overtake him. 

He noticed a rhythmic sound that seemed to almost surround him. A heartbeat. Miles' Heartbeat. It was comforting. Eventually, he fell asleep. 

Miles looked down into his pocket every now and then as he went on with his day, each time his face went red, and he quickly looked up and tried to focus on what he was doing. 

He must've looked quite weird with that red scarf wrapped around his neck, it just didn't match that suit of his, but for once, he didn't care about appearances. 

[istumpysk]

Since everyone is confessing- I started reading the books when I was 15 so my reading comprehension was... ok-ish. But I'd already decided to love Sansa because I was sick of books shitting on girly girls. I thought J*nerys was gonna be a thing but I didn't like it. I thought it was boring and bland. And S*nsan I had no idea what to think about- there was no way of getting around the age diff, he was a pretty useless guy and also too low-born. It was unrealistic.

Then somewhere bw ACOK and ASOS I decided to check out the spec on Tumblr....and you can guess the kind of shit I came across lol. I couldn't exactly refute them tho I thought the three headed dragon theory somehow went against the spirit of ASOIAF. BUT I guess S6 had just come out the year before (I wasn't paying attention to the show then) so I came across some Jonsa stuff. I liked the idea, but I was not convinced it would be canon.....but then I kept reading and I started seeing stuff. Jon fantasised about having a wife and kids and I thought hmm didn't I just see this somewhere?? Sansa could taste the snowflakes on her lips 👀👀👀👀👀and then she was "wildly in love with Waymar". I thought who tf is Waymar??? OH THAT GUY who...for some reason had the exact same physical description as Jon snow within like 20 pages of each other? I remembered because it had been so damn odd.

And then I reached ADOD and I read the chapter where D is hearing petitions. The petition with the lady who left her house only to come back and find it taken over by slaves stuck out to me, and when D gave her ruling on that- I knew. She's never gonna sit on the IT. I was already very dubious about J*nerys since D kept bashing on Starks and since I could NOT imagine a story where the North would not be independent by the end. Sorry but you don't introduce an independence plot and then end it with their continued subjugation. AND THEN. I read about Jon remembering Sansa brushing her hair and singing followed by you know nothing, Jon Snow. THAT was when I lost my shit.

Still I didn't get very into the fandom then. I was like yea Jonsa has a lot of potential to become canon and it's my preferred ship and the fics are great. Then few months back I thought how's the asoiaf fandom doing and I checked out Tumblr. First place I find- the university and it has no Jonsa. I'm like ???? So I searched around and found the pol!Jon theory. And I thought, you know what? I'm gonna go see for myself. So I watched the show and here I am.

That is a LONG story 😬

I love your story. :) I'm impressed. When I was 15, I was struggling my way through The Catcher in the Rye, trying to retain anything.

It's so depressing knowing people find the university before anything else. You made it though!

And yes, what a game changer:

Of Sansa, brushing out Lady's coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow.

<3

[neonlight2]

The Moon’s Smile: chapter 4

T/W: again, Dumbledore. We only except slander here.

Chapter 3

It was a winter colder than any I had seen before. A cold that seeps through your skin to chill your bones. But by Merlin was it gorgeous.

The trees were barren of leaves and flowers, but the contrast of their dark bark and the pure white snow was something to behold. Sometimes if you looked straight ahead you could even see the delicate patterns of a snowflake before it lands on your nose. Each made your skin tingle from the burning frost. The repetitive droplets would eventually make anyones nose and cheeks pink. Almost as if they had been pinched my a clinging grandmother visiting in the holidays.

Which I guessed fit with the timing.

"One day you are going to get cold, and catch one— and on that day I don't want to here a word. A word!"

"You'll end up getting an ulcer if you keep worrying about these things Minerva."

"Well if you worried more about yourself I wouldn't have to."

"Sounds like an excuse to worry to me. You know I don't get cold."

"The hell you don't. Half of the time you feel like a icicle... you wonder why I don't hug you as often."

"Fine. I don't feel cold."

"Would you please just put on the robe?"

"Alright... but only cause you're my favorite."

•______________________________•

"So what am I really doing here?" I ask, sitting comfortably on one of the two leather seats in front of Dumbles oversized desk.

Naturally I sat with my back and legs facing either arm rests, dangling my feet with a simple sway. All while my hands stroked lightly against the fluff and velvet of Fawkes' feathers. He had taken his place at my side the moment I had wandered about five feet from his stands, and then migrated with me to the chairs so he wouldn't loose any attention. Needy little Phoenix he can be, but I suppose he's still cute enough to get away with it.

He's regenerated recently. Still in his prime stage right now no doubt.

"As much as we would like to pretend..." I drag out the sentiment enough to gesture to both of them. "This isn't just some sappy reunion filled with giddy giggles."

When I receive a sharper expression for Minerva my face turns apoplectic for a few seconds before hardening once again.

"Not that I wouldn't want that Nirvana, but you know I'm right."

Albus sits taller in his chair, clasping his hands in from of him while glancing briefly at Minerva. "You are."

Narrowing my eyes at him, my hand halts momentarily, which causes Fawkes to nudge at it with his beak. "Okay..," glancing at both of them I try to cut through the thickening atmosphere. "What is it exactly."

"I think that you know most of it. Of... what's been happening as of late." He answers, emphasizing the last part.

Swallowing slowly I nod. Of course I knew. Everyone that was like us had heard. No one in the witching and wizarding world could escape the brutal, savage truth of what tragedies had struck.

The blood split.

On both sides.

"The deaths have increased at a pace that the board had never expected."

My jaw clenches at that. So it was a number that was upsetting?

"I have tried my best to convince them to hire the proper safety needed, but as you know... the ministry is more worried for..,"

"Their own kind." I grit out, knowing very well it's what he was going to say.

Visibly sighing in dismay he concurs with a nod.

Scoffing with no remorse, anger festers deep within my gut— furiously wanting to explode like a volcano. "What a wonderful system we have." I remark with blatant distaste. Looking pointedly at him I continue. "Don't we Albus?"

He pays no mind to my accusing tone and rather continues on with a pointed gaze of his own. "We need your help."

Gulping once more, I feel my nose flare slightly as I shake my head. I try to focus on the grooming of Fawkes feathers, but he gives me no peace.

"Nyx, you know I wouldn't have asked if you weren't truly needed. I understand your contempt with me, and I do not judge you for it, but you mustn't let something like that sway your decision—,"

"Bloody hell, Dumbledore." I growl, lifting Fawkes off me. Luckily, he can take a hint —unlike his owner— and he takes flight to return to his perch as I massage my temples.

"This isn't about you! Children are dying for the love of Merlin! Of course I have to take a damn second to breathe." I exhale forcefully as I stand to my feet, flailing my arms out towards the door before I lean against his desk to look at him directly.

"We have a fucked up hierarchy in our government, which means a bunch of pricks decided that keeping other witches and wizards safe isn't worth their time. Just because they have muggle parents! And don't even get me started on how much of a pushover Cornelius Fudge is. I swear I wish I had never listened to you and let Gellert take him out years

ago—,"

"Nyx—," his tone is filled with warning but I will have none of it.

"Do not interrupt me. This time I'm serious Dumbledore." I counter with a deadly finger raised. "None of this would have even happened in the first place if everyone has just listened to me! But no!" I scream dragging out 'no' as far as my lungs will allow.

"It's not like I can see the future of anything!"

The room goes silent after the last word leaves my lips, which trembles with rage. My breathing was the only thing that could be heard, having become overwhelmed after the outbreak.

Closing my eyes, I calm myself by steadying my breathing and soothing the ache in my throat.

"I'm sorry Minerva." I whisper tapping my fingers closer to where she stands still.

When my eyes open I don't look at her at first, not really ready to if I'm honest with myself. It's been over a decade since I've seen her, and the first she sees of me is a raging breakdown. Not something I'm necessarily proud of.

No, my eyes go back, fitting back into the contact that I had just had with him. However, this time his held guilt that I had never seen before. Which is what scared me most.

In the same whisper I had before I ask, "What do you need from me?"

His eyes lower, opening the drawer next to him. And after I get a glimpse of what's in his hands I can't help but let my mind wander at the possibility.

"I need you to be a student again."

[genshinboys]

That answered ask... 😂

I swear to fucking god that I'm the one that keeps on picking on Childe every fucking time for every fucking thing lol

"Whoah, so edgy... Tidal wave! Riptide!"

"Unfortunately, there's no one else here anymore. You were finished with them before I could even start"

"Of course I shouldn't let my guard down, I'm around you, right, you dick?"

"What if I don't wanna brace myself?!"

*when he's rambling non-stop because he knows he can be very annoying* "FOR FUCK'S SAKE JUST BE QUIET FOR AT LEAST ONE MINUTE!" *one minute later* "THAT WAS A FIGURE OF SPEECH! BE QUIET FOR SOME TIME, FOR FUCK'S SAKE! *he says something* "I DIDNT MEAN TO SAY WE WOULD HAVE A NICE FUCK IF YOU SHUT UP, WHAT THE--" *leaves*

"I swear to God, sometimes I wish I could just wipe that cocky smirk out of your face... No, not by kissing you, I can assure... Nah, throwing fists is still not enough"

"Thank you for the promise of being gentle... Too bad I can't be that gentle to you..." *fights him*

"*full-on rage mode* STOP SUMMONING THAT FUCKING WHALE AT ME, DICK!!"

However, at the same time those sentences were being said...

*takes care of him while he's not good after using his other form*

*patches all of his wounds, because wow this dude likes to fight*

*gives him shoulder massages because, deep down, he is very tense*

*gives him some healthy foods and drinks so that he can be at his best potential*

With Zhongli is another story, though...

*rushes to him like an excited puppy* "Hey, Zhongli!! I have something to tell you!! I was exploring this domain and it was just FULL of geo monsters and stuff, so I tried summoning one of your pillars. That might have not worked quite well because it exploded instead of resonating but--"

*buries faces in his chest while hugging, while rambling incoherent nonsense*

*hugs him from behind every fucking time*

*plays with his long hair and asks him to let it loose to braid it or something, if he wants to*

*listens attentively to every fucking one of his stories, even making some questions and holding back the inner chaotic gremlin that resides within me*

*always pays for almost anything because he always forgets his wallet or doesn't have enough mora*

And when the soft moments with Zhongli are over, here comes Childe...

"WHY YOURE NOT THAT CUTE WITH ME, TOO?!"

"BECAUSE YOU'RE SUCH A DICK"

"YOU'RE A DICK, TOO"

"I CAN SEE WE'RE EVEN ON THAT, HUH?!"

"DAMN RIGHT, WE ARE"

"..."

"..."

"Please be that way with me, too..." *blushes*

"L-Lapatchka..." *blushes back*

*two hours later*

"Okay, okay, turn back. I miss your sass and attitude, girlie"

"... What?!"

"It's sweet seeing this other side of you, but I guess I like how you're normally are to me. You know, the challenge and everything?"

"... You're a dick"

"OH HOW I MISSED YOU CALLING ME THAT!!"

*sighs* "You're hopeless..."

*excited Childe noises, confused Zhongli noises, lots of sighs from you*

By the way, is it okay if I claim an emoji? If I could choose, maybe this one? ❄️

I hope you're okay, too! Have a good time 💞

-❄

Of course you can! A cute little funny snowflake 😂 😂 😂

Gosh, it's like me and Childe in my head. I'd chastise him for everything and call him names and then it is like something in my brain switches and I'd coo at the man, hug him tightly and give him neck kisses till he starts giggling in this cute boyish voice of his 😩😱🤧

I've never felt so strongly about a character, never had such contrasting emotions lol

But, you're right. It is his fault for being this cocky and arogant. He simply knows you have hots for him 😩😩😩

Plus, he has no business acting so cute around us and getting protective out of a sudden and comparing us to the stars... I'm crying 😢

[myhockeyworld87]

Favorite Season - Jonathan Toews

Word Count: 8,690

POV: Jon’s

Notes: So this is me in my sad bitch hours, so let me apologize in advance to everyone. This story just sort of popped into my head when I listened to Mariah Carey’s Miss You Most at Christmas Time and so I decided to put it down on paper so to speak. Sorry I haven’t been on much lately, but hopefully that will change with the new year. Guess I needed a little cleanse, but I’ll post more on that later. Happy Reading and Happy New Year! I hope you are spending it with friends or family or both. May 2021 bring you peace, joy, health and happiness!

Sidenote: This is not my gif

Second Sidenote: Wishing Jon the best and hoping that he is able to be back on the ice soon!

People always assumed when you talked about what season you loved the most, that you meant hockey, for obvious reasons of course; it was your profession, but once you'd met (Y/N), the word season took on a whole new meaning. You'd kindly respond and tell them no, that wasn't the season you were talking about. They then assumed that you'd meant spring, for that's when (Y/N) walked into your life. Well, ran into was more like it. She'd been rushing to the United Center for an interview for a summer internship program, while you were on your way out. Neither one of you had been paying attention, which is how you'd ended up holding her in your arms that first time. You knew from that first moment that you never wanted to let her go.

 "Oh, I'm so sorry," (Y/N) said as she tried to regain her footing.

 "No, it's my fault. I should've been watching where I was going." She stepped out of your arms to pick up the strewn contents of her bag and being the gentlemen that you were, you knelt down to help her. "Here let me help you." You picked up a small paperback book and glanced at the title. "Alors tu apprends le Francais?"

 "Oh geez, this is so embarrassing," she admitted, a blush staining her cheeks. "I just bought this book a week ago, in hopes to learn French but I'm afraid I don't know a word of what you said…well, other than French." She laughed softly to cover up her embarrassment, but the sound was like a melody that you wanted to play over and over again.

 "I just asked if you were learning French." You handed the book back to her with a smile, as you both stood up off the ground.

 "Well, don't I feel stupid." She placed the book back in the bag, then placed it on her shoulder. "But yes, I'm trying to learn French. I'm hoping to go to Paris after graduation. Which gives me approximately one year to learn the language, you so eloquently speak."

 "Thank you, but I grew up speaking it, so it comes naturally."

 "Ah, well, you're lucky." She took a step away. "I've got to run. Again, so sorry for bumping into you."

 "It really wasn't your fault."

 "We'll call it a draw," she said with a lift of her shoulder as she turned and walked away. It was then you noticed a small snowflake charm on the ground.

 "Wait, you forgot this." She turned back around, meeting you halfway.

 "Oh, this must have fallen off my keychain again. Thank you, I would've been devasted had I lost this. I owe you one."

 You weren't sure if they were just words spoken or if she truly meant them, but you decided to take a gamble. "How about dinner?"

 Her beautiful eyes got even larger, at your poor attempt to ask her out, and you thought you'd just made an idiot of yourself. "Um…sure." She dug into her bag pulled out a pen, then tore a page of her learn to speak French book out. She scribbled down her name and number, then handed it over to you. "Call me." Then she turned and took off again. "Sorry, I'm really late." She was halfway down the hall as you stood there glancing between her name and her. "Hey what's your name?" she called out.

 "It's Jon."

 "Make sure you bring my page to dinner. I expect you to teach me how to say whatever's on that." The words were no sooner out of her mouth than she disappeared down the hall. You called her later that night, and then the following day and every day after that. By the end of spring her French had improved, but not to the point where the two of you could have full conversations without her questioning words here and there. Yes, that spring had been magical and if someone would've asked you as summer started, you probably would've said that it was your favorite season. But then summer did start, and well that meant you got to see (Y/N) lounging by the lake in a bikini. Your twenty-year-old self thought there was no better season than this. Again though, that wasn't the season that would stand out in your mind. Nor would it be fall, when just after six months of dating her you told her you loved her.

 It hadn't been some grand gesture like you see in the movie. Rather it was really quite simple. You'd just lost the season opener to the Nashville Predators. It was your first season as captain of the team and you'd really felt the pressure; more from yourself than anyone else. You were the last to come out of the locker room, and you were feeling pretty defeated, but there stood (Y/N) leaning against the wall, holding a piece of paper which read, 'Tu Les Auras La Prochaine fois.' But it wasn't the sign saying that you'll get them next time that made your heart skip a beat, it was seeing her smiling face holding it that did it for you. "Je t'aime." The words were out of your mouth before you could think about it, and you didn't want to take them back. She looked a bit startled and unsure of what to say. "It means I love you, silly. Man, I really thought your French was getting better."

 "I…I know what you said. I just want to make sure, you meant it."

 "Je t'aime, Te Quiero, Ti Amo, they all mean the same, (Y/N). I love you. I probably should've said it the day I met you, but…" She still didn't say anything and suddenly you were starting to wonder if maybe today was too soon. "You don't have to say it back."

 "No…I mean…Yes…" She closed her eyes then, gathering her thoughts. "Damn, I said that all wrong. I love you too, Jon. Je t'aime." Her lips were on yours then, the kiss was like so many you shared these last few months, only there was more heat, more passion as you poured all your love for her into it. "Let's go home," she softly whispered when you broke apart, a glint in her eye that told you she wanted to show you how much she really loved you.

 Your lips quirked up into a smile. "Anything you want, mon amour."

 Yes, fall definitely was one of your favorite times, but it was Christmas that always held a special meaning.

 That first Christmas would always hold a special place in your heart. You could remember it like it was yesterday.

 You'd just come home from a quick road trip to Detriot. You dropped your bags off at your place and then headed over to (Y/N)'s apartment. When you got there, caricatures of her and her two roommates were drawn on the door, all three dressed for Christmas and around a cartoon tree. You had a hard time knowing where to knock for all the decorations on the door. (Y/N) came scurrying to the door. "You're back," she said jumping into your arms and kissing you soundly. Your lips never left hers as you stepped into the apartment.

 "Mmm, I see someone missed me."

 "I always miss you, but I'm glad you're back. You're just in time to help me hang the rest of these decorations. I could use your height."

 "Oh, so now you only want me because I'm tall." She released you then swatted you on the arm.

 "No, but it doesn't hurt. Here can you help me string these lights up?"

 You took the strand and hung them up per her instructions. "Boy, you really go all out for Christmas."

 "But of course, don't you?"

 "Not really. I don't even have a tree."

 "Wait, what? You don't have a tree?" She repeated your exact words as if the thought was impossible.

 "It's not really a huge deal in my family, besides I'm usually never home because of hockey," you told her as you finished hanging the lights. (Y/N) walked over to the closet, grabbed her shoes, and put on her coat, as soon as you were done. "Uh, babe, where are you going?"

 "To go get you some Christmas decorations." She opened the door, then looked back when you didn't follow. "Are you coming?" You had no choice but to follow her.

 The rest of the afternoon was spent picking out lights, ornaments, a tree, and more decorations than you could fit in your shopping cart, but you didn't mind being dragged from store to store as (Y/N)'s face lit up in every one of them. "Ok, star or angel?" she asked you holding up two tree toppers, but before you could answer she kept going. "I mean part of me thinks that we should go with the star. It's pretty traditional and well they always sing about hanging the star on top of the tree, but I like the symbolism of the angel."

 You looked both of them over when she finally decided to take a breath. "Angel, definitely." She turned the figurine towards her looking it over, while you walked behind her, letting your hands slide around her waist so you could pull her close. When she turned back to look at you, questioning your choice, you simply said, "You're my angel and she reminds me of you." She kissed you then, right there in aisle C8, amidst the Christmas decorations.

 "Angel it is then." She set the tree topper in the cart and the two of you headed to the checkout. On the way there, you spotted a sprig of mistletoe and tossed it in the cart unbeknownst to (Y/N). It wasn't until the tree was up that night, that she found it. "I don't remember putting this in the cart."

 "You didn't. I did." You took the mistletoe out of her hand and went to hang it up in the archway. "If we're going for full-on Christmas, we can't forget the best part." Grabbing her hand, you lead her over to where you'd just hung the little green sprig.

 "You really think you need this, to get me to make out with you?" Your hands encircled her waist as she spoke the words, and you drew her in close to you.

 "Well, no. This is just an excuse." You pecked her lips quickly. "Besides, this is my first time decorating for this holiday, I might as well go all out."

 She returned the kiss, only it was more heated as you slid your tongue inside her. She moaned into your mouth before pulling back. "In that case, let's make it a little more memorable." She stepped out of your embrace, her fingers trailing down to the button on your pants. It slipped out of the buttonhole easily, before she slid the zipper down. You sucked in a breath, as her hands snuck inside the waistband of your boxers and she slid them and your pants all the way to the ground. (Y/N) fell to her knees, her hands skating up your thighs as you felt her warm breath fan across your cock. It twitched before you felt her lips place a kiss right on the head. Her lips trailed all the way up and down the length of your shaft, teasing you.

 "Babe, you're killing me." A wicked glint in her eye was her answer back, as she placed her puckered lips on the head one last time before she finally took you inside her mouth. Your hands threaded through her hair as she sunk down to take most of you in. She took her free hand and wrapped it around the length that didn't fit inside and gave it a gentle squeeze, then her mouth started to work its own little bit of Christmas magic as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked on your cock. "Damn, baby that feels so good," you hissed out, your hips rocking a bit into her mouth. If this was (Y/N)'s idea of Christmas traditions you were all for it, and mistletoe was definitely going to be a staple to your decorating every year.

 (Y/N)'s free hand slipped down to your balls where she cupped them and you felt yourself close to bursting. Your body tingled as she hummed around your cock. With her mouth and hands on you it felt like there was enough electricity coursing through your body that you could light up a million strand of Christmas lights at the moment. "(Y/N), I'm going to…" she didn't stop though just took your cock deeper until you swore you hit the back of her throat. It was that move, that pushed you over as you spilled your seed in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, though some dribbled out and you thought it was hot as hell.

 That night would forever live in your mind, as you returned the favor by making her cum not once but twice under that same mistletoe. Even though, it was one of your favorite memories from that first Christmas. It wasn't that, that made Christmas your favorite season. It was the way that (Y/N) embraced the joy of the season in everything she did. Even the simplest things were a little brighter with her around. She made everyone around sparkle and shine just like tinsel on a Christmas tree. Not that she wasn't always that way, but there was just something special about (Y/N) and Christmas and thus it became your favorite time of year.

 There had been no Christmas break that year in the NHL, meaning you had no time to head back home, so (Y/N) had invited you to her house to be with her family. They had welcomed you with open arms and you had found out, why she'd loved Christmas so much. Her family went all out, decorations were everywhere and presents were piled high. They'd included you in all their traditions, from frosting to cookies to playing Christmas charades. They even had you cut a piece of wheat for Baby Jesus's manager, as was their annual custom to do before opening presents Christmas morning. That first Christmas had set the tone for all those to follow after it.

 As Christmas drew to a close that year, you knew one thing for sure. That you never wanted to spend another one without her. It was an easy decision to ask her to move in with you, once she graduated college, and right before that Christmas that year, the two of you bought your first place together. To commemorate the event, (Y/N) had a special ornament made in the shape of a key.

 Hockey took precedence the following year, as you won the Stanley Cup and it seemed like the summer and fall flew by. One thing was for sure though, and that was that (Y/N) was with you every step of the way. You knew you had to make that Christmas extra special. It was the first time your family flew in for the holiday. (Y/N)'s family all came to your place as well that year. The house was filled with love and laughter and was about to get a little more exciting.

 All the presents had been unwrapped and everyone was lounging in the great room. "I think there's one more present here," you pointed to a box you had hidden off in the corner. "Looks like it has your name on it, babe."

 (Y/N) took the gift and looked at the tag. "It doesn't say who it's from."

 "Well, that happens from time to time. You know Santa's elves are really busy this time of year," her mom chimed in, giving you a little wink. "Go ahead and open it."

 She tore through the layer of paper to the box, then lifted the lid, which happened to reveal a smaller box. "Oh my god," she exclaimed, laughing as she took that wrapped package out and removed the paper again. Lifting the lid, she found yet another box. "You've got to be kidding me. Did you do this?" She was staring straight at you because she knew this was totally out of your character.  All you could do was simply shrug. The unwrapping went on for another six layers until she finally revealed a small black velvet box. All your family gasped as she went to open it. Her eyes were fixated on the container, as she slowly pulled back the lid. The look of excitement on her face was almost too much for you, and then her face fell, exactly like you thought it would. "There's nothing in it." She whispered, her voice small as she lifted her eyes to you. You could feel her family and yours glaring at you for pulling a stunt like this. You decided now would be a good time to put everyone out of their misery.

 Dropping down to one knee in front of her, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the extravagant ring that you'd had made for her. The gasp from everyone this time was probably heard down the street as they took in their first glimpse of the engagement ring. (Y/N) covered her mouth with her hands and you saw one lone tear slip down her cheek; a happy one, you hoped. "(Y/N), I was going to leave this in the last box, but then I couldn't. For your real present isn't this ring. It's me. That is if you'll have me." She was already shaking her head yes before you even had a chance to ask her the question. "I guess what I'm asking is if you'll spend every Christmas from now until the end of time with me?" Another tear slid down her cheek and this time you knew for sure it was a joyful one. "(Y/FN), will you be my wife?"

 "Yes, Jon, yes!" She was down on the ground in your arms kissing you before you could blink. She almost tackled you to the carpet, but your hand reached out and steadied you both on the end table beside you. That's when you realized the ring popped out of your hand and had fallen somewhere amongst the pile of wrapping paper.

 You broke from the kiss immediately. "Shit, I dropped the ring."

 "I don't care. You're my present and apparently my future as well." She locked her lips with yours again. The two of you were so caught up in each other, you forgot about the rest of your family in the room; who had now gone on a search for the engagement ring.

 "Found it," your mom said breathing a sigh of relief. You took it and slipped it on (Y/N)'s finger making it official. That Christmas was definitely one of the most memorable.

 The following summer you married. Most people expected the two of you to have this big grand wedding, which would've taken another year or more to plan, but neither you nor (Y/N) wanted that. Instead, it was a quiet ceremony with just family and close friends, exactly what you wanted, as you couldn't wait for her to be your wife. That Christmas was your first as husband and wife, and there was more than one Mr. and Mrs. Toews ornament hanging off the tree.

 Payback came your second Christmas as a married couple. There you were opening box after box. "Really babe? I would've expected this last year."

 "Gotta keep you on your toes, Mr. Toews."

 You unwrapped yet another box. "So is the Rolex we looked at a couple weeks ago in here?" She mimicked your shrug from two years ago. It had to be the watch, for the shrug was always (Y/N)'s go to move when she didn't want to tell you that you were right. Sure enough, as you peeled back the paper on the last package, there was the signature green box of the famous company. "Nice try babe, but I guess I outsmarted you this time." The hinge creaked as you opened the box, but you were shocked when there wasn't a watch inside, but a positive pregnancy test. "Are you…?"

 Your eyes locked with hers and she was nodding her head. "Yes, yes we are." Your lips were on hers in an instant, as this time you were the one with tears in your eyes.

 "I don't get the big deal over a watch." You heard your brother say in French in the background.

 "They're having a baby you idiot," your dad told him, cuffing him upside the head.

 Levi Abram Toews was born on July twenty-fifth of the following year, giving you a little bit of Christmas midway through the following year. His first Christmas was probably one of your favorites. At six months old, he was sitting up and just starting to crawl. (Y/N) had to move all the floor decorations up, because he started to chew on all the snowmen that he could grab. Levi's little eyes sparkled as he was mesmerized by all the twinkling lights and bulbs. You thought you couldn't love Christmas anymore, but seeing it through your son's eyes made the holiday even more joyous.

 When 2013 Christmas rolled around it had you hanging another Stanley cup ornament on the tree as the Hawks had won yet another one. It seemed as though the moment (Y/N) stepped into your life all the pieces just fell into place. She truly was the angel on top of the tree.

 You didn't think anything remarkable happened the Christmas of 2014 but by Valentine's day it became clear that your wife was pregnant again, and your new little one had to have been conceived on Christmas Eve or Christmas morning. It too would always hold special meaning whenever you looked at your baby girl. Elizabeth or Lizzie as you liked to call her, joined your little family on September 25th, 2015. Making her the cherry on the cake to winning your third Stanley cup. Lizzie was daddy's girl and everyone knew it, even your wife. Of course, there were a few ornaments on the Christmas tree that year. One with Lizzie's picture in the cup, along with her first Christmas ornament, all got hung alongside the three Stanley Cup ornaments and Levi's bulb. Your tree was getting quite full.

 As were your wife's hands apparently, as you could see (Y/N) getting more and more tired as Christmas 2016 rolled around. Oh, she was still her fun-loving and joyful self, but she also looked completely exhausted most days. She would dust off any concerns and tell you that was the price she paid for having two kids under the age of four. "Babe, why don't you come and sit down," you told her having just gotten back from your last road trip before Christmas, which was only three days away.

 "I can't. I still need to finish wrapping the gifts, then I've got cookies to bake, and get the food prepped for Christmas Eve dinner."

 "What can I do to help?" You asked rubbing her shoulders as she worked in the dining room wrapping the presents since the kids were finally in bad.

 "You could…" She spun around to talk to you and that's when your heart fell out of your chest as she collapsed right into your arms. Your blood ran cold as you saw color draining from her face. Gently as you could, you laid her down on the floor, calling out her name. "(Y/N)…baby…(Y/N) please wake up." You ran and grabbed your bag knowing that you had smelling salts in there that the team used every now and then. Breaking it open, you wafted the scent over her nose, praying the whole time for her to wake back up. It took a bit, but eventually, she did rouse. "Oh thank god."

 "What happened?"

 "I was going to ask you. You just fainted in my arms." She made a move to get up but you could see that another bout of something had hit her again. "No just stay there. I'm calling the team doctor."

 "Jon, don't. I'm sure I'm just tired. I'll be fine."

 It was too late for her to try to change your mind as you already had the doctor dialed up. He asked a few questions, basically checking to see if she could be pregnant, but that wasn't an option as she'd just finished her period two days ago. He recommended that you head to the hospital and get (Y/N) checked out. It was a fight to get her there, especially so close to Christmas, but eventually, she gave in and once her parents came to watch the kids, the two of you were on your way.

 You rushed into the emergency room, where (Y/N) went through a series of tests. You hadn't realized until that moment, when (Y/N) was laying in the hospital bed, that she'd lost some weight and seemed very fatigued. Your wife was always this strong and unmovable force, yet right then she looked so frail. Mentally, you kicked yourself for not noticing these things earlier.  After hours of testing, the emergency room doctor came in to speak to you both. He told you that there was definitely something off in her blood work and that he wanted to admit her for further testing. (Y/N) put up a fight, not wanting to be in the hospital another minute. She insisted she had way too many things to do than just laying around waiting for them to tell her she would be fine.

 "You're staying and that's final." She argued with you, but in the end, you won out again.

 Thankfully, she was out of the hospital by Christmas Eve and when she came home, her parents and yours had most everything done so that it was a perfect Christmas for your children. It was two days after Christmas that you received the worst news of your life. (Y/N) had been diagnosed with stomach cancer. The doctor wasn't sure what stage it was in but wanted her for more testing before they would try and figure out treatment. It couldn't have come at a worse time, as you were just gearing up for a ten-day road trip.

 "I'm not leaving you."

 "Damnit Jon, you are going. You're the captain of the team and they need you," she shouted back to you. The two of you had been arguing since you put the kids in bed. Your parents were still there, they had decided to stay a little longer with (Y/N) being sick to help out with the kids and her parents were only minutes away, but none of that mattered.

 "I'm also the captain of THIS team," you said pointing back and forth between the two of you. "And right now, that's more important."

 "It's just some testing at this point. If there's anything more serious, you can be on the next plane back here." Her voice was quieter now, and you couldn't tell if she was just weak from cancer or tired of fighting, but you could see the determination in her eyes not to lose this battle. You needed her to keep that same look for whatever was to come and it was for that reason alone that you found yourself agreeing to go on the trip.

 She was right, you were only a phone call away, and she could facetime you in on all her appointments, which she did. It was not the way you wanted to find out that her biopsy showed her having stage two stomach cancer and that her chance of survival was thirty-five percent.

 You could see her crumbling on the screen, her mom and dad beside her for support, but it wasn't enough. You should've been there damnit. Why in the hell had you listened to her? You wanted to scream through the phone but couldn't; you needed to stay calm and be there for her. "Baby, look at me," you said in a gentle yet reassuring voice, and her tearstained eyes locked with yours. "We're going to beat this." She sniffled loudly, then straightened her back, that steely determination taking over.

 "Of course, we will." What you didn't know, was that she cried the entire ride home in the backseat of her parents' car, or how she made her dad ride around the block several times before going inside to see your children. All the while, you were on the phone with the team doctor finding out everything you could to help your wife. The two of you found the best specialist in North America and had her records sent there. A week later, you were by (Y/N)'s side at UPMC Medical Center in Pittsburgh determining the best course of treatment.

 She would do several rounds of pinpointed radiation to shrink the tumor before they would go in and remove it. It would all be followed up with some intense chemotherapy. The doctor told her she would more than likely lose her hair, and that it would make her extremely weak. They could set everything up to happen in Chicago so that she wouldn't have to leave your home.

 The surgery, which took place in February and caused you to miss a few games, went very well. The two of you stayed in Pittsburgh five days before flying back on a private plane home to your children. Who didn't seem to understand why mommy couldn't pick them up and carry them around anymore. Your parents and (Y/N)'s were godsends, as (Y/N) insisted you go back to hockey. You hated being away from her, though with every day that past you could see her strength building up. That was until the chemotherapy started.

 There were to be six to eight rounds of chemotherapy that (Y/N) was going to have to take. They would fall in four-week intervals. You were there the day she got her first one. It took over eight hours for her to receive the treatment through her port that the surgeon had put in. She seemed to take it really well or so you thought until you found her hunched over the toilet a couple days later throwing up. She tried to shake it off, act like it was nothing new, telling you it was just like being pregnant again, but you knew better. You could hear the tremble in her voice, see the tears she fought so hard to hold back, while you held back your own. You'd give anything to take this pain away from her, but you couldn't.

 It wasn't until round three that her hair started falling out in clumps. She was sitting at the breakfast table, the kids at her parents when she brushed it back to pull it out of her face. Strands of hair covered her fingers, a look of horror covering her face. "It's ok baby, we knew this would happen."

 She swallowed hard past the lump in her throat. "I just thought that I made it this far with it, that maybe they were wrong." You were at her side in a minute, holding her as she started to shake from head to toe.

 "Let it out (Y/N). It's ok to be sad or mad or anything. I'm right here." It was the first time that she'd cried about it, at least in front of you.

 "It's not fair Jon," she sobbed into your chest. "I want to be there to watch my kids grow up."

 "And you will, mon amour. We're going to fight this every step of the way." She cried for a solid hour, as you held back tears of your own, telling her in a calming voice that she was going to beat this. All the while being scared as hell that she might not.

 Later that day, you helped her shave every strand of hair from her head. It was the hardest thing you'd had to do in your life. You'd rather take a ninety mile an hour puck to your face then to see your wife this broken and defeated. In the end, she took a deep breath as she looked herself in the mirror, eyes still glassy from tears. "You will not beat me," she told her reflection, then looked at your reflection. "I will fight this with every breath I have." Your lip trembled as you fought back the river of tears that threatened to spill over at her strength. Your wife was a fighter, and you knew she would conquer this disease and you'd be beside her every step of the way.

 That summer you spent every available second with (Y/N) and the kids. Treatments became a normal part of your routine. The problem was with everyone, you saw your wife getting weaker and weaker. She was practically skin and bones, even though she would force herself to eat. When she took her final round of chemotherapy in October, you breathed a sigh of relief. The doctors said they wouldn't know if the chemo had worked for a few weeks and so you waited. Praying every night that her cancer was gone once and for all, and your wife would no longer have to suffer.

 A month later, you were back in Pittsburgh, sitting in front of the doctor who held your entire fate in his hands. "I'm afraid it's not good news," he started to say, and your face drained, while (Y/N) gripped your hand tightly. "The chemotherapy hasn't responded as we'd like." Everything he said after that was a garbled mess. Your mind clouded over and there was a loud ringing in your ears. You wanted to grab this man by the throat and tell him to make your wife better. That was his job, wasn't it? He was supposed to heal people, and damn it he should've done that for (Y/N). "I'm not giving up hope yet." It was those words that finally drug you out of the blinding rage that was coursing through your veins. He proceeded to say that there was an experimental drug and that they had no way of knowing if it would work, but it might be something the two of you would be interested in trying. He handed you a bunch of paperwork to go home and read before making any decisions.

 "I think you should take it," you told her the minute you got in the car.

 "Maybe we should read what he gave us first."

 "It doesn't matter what that says (Y/N) if it means that you get to stay here with me and the kids; I think we should do it."

 "It's not a 'we' Jon. It's me who has to do this. What if it has some long-term effects or…" she started to list scenarios, that meant nothing to you.

 "The only long-term thing here is that you're dead. Do you want that? Because I don't." You were yelling at her, and you didn't want to, but couldn't she see that this drug was your only option. "I need you (Y/N). The kids need you." This time you couldn't hold back the tears as they started to fall hard and fast down your cheeks. "Damn it, I love you and I'm not willing to lose you. Do you understand me?"

 You could barely see her swallow hard as tears flooded your vision, and while you knew you needed to be strong for her; you were finally breaking. "Ok," she whispered softly, and you grabbed her holding her to your body as close as you could with the console in the middle of the car. "I'll do it."

 "You will?" you mumbled into the crook of her neck. You could feel the dampness of her shirt from your tears but all that mattered was that she agreed to take the treatment.

 "Yes," she answered pulling you back so she could look in your eyes. "I'd do anything for you, my love." You kissed her then pouring every ounce of love you had for her into it.

 The following day, after reading through all the paperwork, (Y/N) called the doctor and got set up to take the new drug. Once you were back in Chicago, she started treatments right away. The drug was aggressive, even more so than her first round of chemotherapy and within two weeks she wound up in the hospital, her immune system so compromised that you had to suit up in a gown and mask every time you went to see her. The kids weren't allowed in, which killed her, but you had them facetime her every day.

 As Christmas grew near your spirits were low. (Y/N) insisted that you put up all the decorations just as you had every year. She ordered the kids' gifts online so that they wouldn't miss out on a single thing. Her only term for taking the new treatment was that you continue to play hockey. Her parents stepped up and watched the kids while you were away. You were just returning home from a road trip, about a week before Christmas when you stopped in at the hospital to see (Y/N) before heading home. When you walked into her room, you barely recognized her. Her frail form looked almost lifeless as she lay in the hospital bed, so much so that you had to check the rise and fall of her chest to make sure she was still breathing. Thankfully she was.

 "Salut mon amour," you said in a soft gentle voice, wanting her to know that you were there but at the same time not wanting to wake her if she was asleep. She turned her head to the side to see you, a weak smile gracing her chapped lips.

 A scratchy "hi," was all she was able to muster back. You took your gloved hand and held hers in it. God, what you wouldn't give to just touch her skin and feel her once again. But since you couldn't, you stroked your thumb back and forth over her palm, hoping that she could somehow draw from your strength.

 "How are you feeling today?"

 The smile dropped, and so did your heart. "I don't think this is working Jon." It was too soon to tell. Even the doctors had said that. She just needed to hang on, give the drug more time to work. "I think we need to start preparing for the worst." Her hand squeezed yours, whether it was for support or to support you, you weren't sure.

 "No, baby, I'm not ready for you to give up yet."

 "I know Jon, and I'm fighting I really am. But it's just so hard...Hard to breathe…Hard to move. I don't feel like me anymore." A tear slipped out and though you had a glove on your hand, you reached up and wiped it away.

 "You've just gotta fight (Y/N). You've got to do it for Levi, and Lizzie, and god baby please do it for me." You were begging now, both her and god. You couldn't lose her, you weren't ready to live your life without her yet.

 "I will my love…..but Jon, there may come a day when I can't fight anymore and I need you to support me on that." You knew what she was talking about, that if the doctors wanted to put her on a ventilator, she didn't want that. Though if it could save her…you weren't sure you could follow her wishes.

 You nodded your head not willing to put in words something you couldn't promise just yet. You stayed there with her for a while; until she basically kicked you and told you to go home and get some sleep. The moment you walked in the door of your house, you screamed in anger. There were all the decorations that (Y/N) made you hang with the kids and you hated every one of them. They were torturous reminders that your wife wasn't there this Christmas, that she couldn't be with you and the kids. You grabbed the strand of garland that hung on the archway into the living room and ripped it down, throwing the ball of mistletoe across the room. It felt good, and so you tore down some more, just letting all your anger and frustrations out. It was a side of you that hardly ever came out even on the ice. Oh, you'd definitely dropped the gloves a time or two but only when someone really deserved it. Only now there was no one to fight. It was a disease and you couldn't throw it up against the boards or punch it in the jaw. So instead, you took it out on the decorations. Every wreath that hung on the wall you ripped it apart with your bare hands. Every Santa figurine that sat on the table, you smashed against the floor. You were just about the tear the stockings off the fireplace when you stopped. It was seeing your wife's name knitted into the fabric that got you and instead you carefully took it off the hook and brought it to your face as if it were her and you could simply hold her that close once again.

 "Please (Y/N), please don't leave me," you called out to the void that was your house, as you dropped to your knees, tears freely flowing down your face. It was all too much. You'd finally reached that breaking point and just laid on the flooring sobbing and praying to God to save your wife. It was the only Christmas wish you had. Sure, you'd prayed when you were younger asking god to make you a better hockey player and then that you would be drafted in the NHL, but never in your life had you wanted anything like you wanted this, for your wife to be fine, for her to live a happy healthy life with you and your children. You'd trade everything you had if you could.

 At some point, you picked yourself up and looked at the disaster that you'd made in what was once a storybook Christmas home. (Y/N) would be so disappointed in what you had done, not to the house, but to the mess that your kids would walk into when they would come home. You cleaned up the broken shards of glass, restrung the garland, and tried to salvage what you could of the other decorations you'd destroyed yet somehow the house still seemed to be missing something. There were tons of extra decorations in the closet, as your wife seemed to always buy more and more every year, well you couldn't really blame (Y/N) as you tended to help as well. So, you dragged yourself upstairs to see what else might try and make the place a bit more festive.

 It was in rummaging through the closet that you stumbled upon it. It was a simple container, not very big with the word "Love," written in script on the top. You peered inside and were stunned to find dozens of envelopes, each marked with either yours or your children's name on them. It was then that you realized they were goodbye letters from your wife, as some were addressed to Levi and Lizzie on their eighteenth birthdays or their graduations. There was even one for each of them on their wedding day. A gasp left your mouth at the realization that she didn't plan on being around for any of these occasions. You weren't sure what hurt more, the fact that she was giving up or that you'd be facing a life without her.

 All that anger and hurt from moments ago came surfacing back and you had the urge to punch your fist through the wall this time, though you fought it for the sake of your kids. Flipping through the envelopes you saw different ones with your name on them. You picked up the one that was on top of the pile marked 'To Jon on Christmas Eve.' It was heavier than what you thought and you realized that it wasn't a letter but a video. Taking the box, you headed downstairs to see what your wife had to say.

 Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew you shouldn't be watching this, as you hit the play button on the remote control, yet you couldn't stop yourself. Maybe there would be something on here that could help you convince her to fight harder. It took a second for (Y/N) to come on the screen. She looked weak, yet still as beautiful as ever as she sat in the chair up in your bedroom. Her wig was on, probably in hopes that you'd remember her like she once was and not the sickly cancer patient she feared everyone saw.

 "Bonjour, mon amour." God, you loved how she spoke French to you. She'd been so earnest in her studies those early days and now was rather good at it. "I'm not sure where to start with this. I want you to know that this is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I hope that you're watching this after the kids' are in bed and you've put all the presents under the tree. God, how I'll miss doing that with you, but I know that you will make this Christmas and every one after special for our two little angels. They are so lucky to have a dad like you, just like I was so lucky to have you as my husband." Tears were streaming down (Y/N)'s face as she spoke to you on the screen, just as they were flooding your eyes.

 "I love you so much," she swallowed hard, the movement visible as her body was frail. "Even more than I love Christmas." It was a small attempt at humor on her part, and you wish that you could smile at it, but at the moment all you had were tears of sadness. "Remember that first Christmas when we bought the tree topper together. You told me then that I was your angel. Well, now I truly am. I hope that when you place her on top of the tree, you'll know that I'm smiling down at you and our babies." Your eyes automatically went to the angel on the tree. Her soft smiling eyes shining right into yours. A sob broke from you then, as you realized how much the angel looked like your wife. She had the same eyes, the same hair, and the same soft easy smile that melted your heart.

 "I'm going to miss this time of year with you; the laughter, the joy, the mistletoe. It was always my favorite season with you, though you made everyday special." You knew how she felt, for you had a feeling you'd miss her most at Christmas time. "Jon, I'd give anything to be with you right now. Just know that if I had to do it all again, I would. I'd go through every treatment, every needle, every single bit of it, if it meant one more Christmas with you…hell, even if it was one more day with you." She wiped away the tears then, visibly collecting herself to continue on with what she had to say.

 "But I want you to be happy, Jon. I want you to love again. I want you to find joy in not only Christmas but every day, even if I'm not there. And I can see you sitting there, shaking your head and telling me it's not going to happen, and maybe it won't tomorrow or the next day, but I hope it does someday. I love you too much to not want you to love again. Be happy, you deserve it." You weren't sure how she could ask this of you, there was no way that it would ever happen if she wasn't in your life.

 "Bumping into you was the best thing that ever happened to me. You were the best thing to happen to me, Jonathan Toews and for that I thank you. I couldn't have asked for a better friend, husband, or father. You will always be the love of my life...and what a life we had." There was still more of it to be had, you just knew there had to be. "I love you, Jon. Merry Christmas, my love." It took another second and then the screen went blank.

 "I love you, (Y/N)," you whispered up the angel smiling down at you. Tears clouded your vision until all the lights just seemed to melt into one giant one. This was not how things were meant to end. You laid your head back against the sofa and closed your eyes and just prayed. Even though you'd just done that hours ago, you asked God to do the impossible, to give you a Christmas miracle.

 At some point, you must have fallen asleep, for you woke up sometime later to a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Jon, sweetie, wake up, my love." You could swear that was your wife's voice. It took your eyes a minute to regain focus, but it was your wife standing over you, in Christmas pajamas, her hair tied back in a ponytail. Her hair, you thought vaguely, not some wig because she'd lost all hers, and she looked healthy, strong in fact.

 "You're here? You're ok," you said jumping up and running your hands down her arms.

 Her smile told you then that it hadn't been a dream like you thought, and you looked over to the screen on the tv, to see the Christmas message she'd sent you back up on the screen. "You were watching it again, weren't you?" she asked.

 You had to shake yourself to get the cobwebs out of your brain. It was six years ago that you found the video, though you've replayed it every year since. That first time watching it you'd wanted to run to the hospital and shake some sense into your wife, but something stopped you. Maybe deep down you knew she had never truly given up, for she had called you Christmas Eve saying that she was feeling much better. The kids had gotten to see her on Christmas day, though there were still precautions taken. It was a week later that she was home and with you as her strength continually improved. She grew stronger every day after that as well. It was months later that her cancer was declared gone by the doctors, the new treatment having saved her life and yours in the process. She was a survivor and you thanked God every day for giving you that miracle you'd asked for so long ago. "I still don't know how you found them," she said to you. "Or why you continue to watch that video every year."

 "I watch it because it reminds me of how close I was to losing you." Your arms encircled her waist now, drawing her closer to you. "And how magical the Christmas season is as it brought you back to me." You gazed into her loving eyes, yours shining with that same love you saw in hers. "And to hold you a little tighter each day." You did exactly as you said, squeezing her so that no space was between either of you, before dropping a kiss to her lips.

 "I'm not sure it was the Christmas season that helped me find the strength to fight. I'm pretty sure it was you, Mr. Toews." Her lips found yours in a soul-stealing kiss, as she poured all her love for you into it.

 You maneuvered the two of you under the archway where the sprig of mistletoe always hung. "Well, Mrs. Toews, Christmas will always be my favorite time of year, though I treasure every day with you. Joyeux Noel, mon amour."

 "Merry Christmas, Jon."  

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[waywardfangirl]

I was incredibly fortunate to get to write for the wonderful @fight-surrender in the Carry On Secret Snowflake exchange, and she gave some of the best prompts I've seen. I ended up choosing to write a meet-cute (a meet-ugly, really) that takes place on the beach and centers around Simon's new fixation on the supposed dangers lurking below the waves.

I have to give a giant thank you to @foolofabookwyrm and @caitybuglove23 for being excellent betas, cheerleaders, and for helping me get the fic formatted and posted when my computer stopped working - you guys are the best! 💜💜💜

You can read the fic below, or on AO3!

Simon

 

I've always wanted to go to the beach. Growing up in care, I never had the opportunity to, but now that Penny and I are done with university and enjoying weekends without the threat of homework hanging over our heads, I finally can. Of course, we don't live close to the beach, so our day trip took some planning, but it gave me time to look up all the best places to eat, and it gave Penny time to watch every possible documentary about the ocean. I watched a lot of them with her, and while I know I probably won't see all of the tropical fish that swam across our TV screen, I'm still really excited to see the ocean. 

 

Unfortunately, I also happened to be in the room while Penny watched some show called “Predators from the Deep”, or something along those lines, so my excitement is also tinged with trepidation (or outright fear) of some of the things lurking under the waves.

“Sharks aren’t anything to worry about, Simon! They don’t want to attack you, and the likelihood of even seeing a shark here is extremely low.”

 

“It’s not the sharks I’m worried about, Pen! It’s all of the other stuff, all those little parasites, and the poisonous things, and the spiny ones.” The documentary was filled with shadowy shots of spiked balls and spotted tentacles just waiting to attack some unsuspecting wader.

 

“Don’t eat any of it then,” she replies, hardly even paying attention to me as she smooths out her blanket and sets up the umbrella.

 

“What?”

 

“You said you were worried about the poisonous things, so just don’t eat anything you find in the ocean.”

 

“They can hurt me even if I don’t eat them! What about that one octopus?”

 

“That was venomous, not poisonous, there’s a difference.” She squirts sunscreen into her palms and then slaps them lightly onto my cheeks, not allowing me time to squirm away.

 

“Whatever, venomous then, there are still things to be scared of in there!”

 

Penny ducks under the arm I have flung out to point at the ocean with, and grabs two waters from our cooler.

 

“You’ll be fine Simon, I promise.” She shoves a bottle into my hands. “Rub in your sun cream, and let’s walk by the edge of the water, alright? You’ll like it, we can find shells!” She starts off, picking her way through the sand and looking back only once to make sure that I’m following her.

 

It turns out that the water feels quite nice, even soothing. The sounds of the waves and the feel of cool water splashing my ankles combine to make me feel safe. They make me forget about the horrors lurking off-shore.

Penny has a handful of shells and has started handing me others to put in the pocket of my swim shorts. I’ve found a few shells of my own too, but I stopped paying such close attention to the ground about ten minutes ago, when I noticed a man about our own age playing in the waves with his younger siblings.

 

He has dark hair, originally falling around his face but now wet with seawater and slicked back to emphasize his widow’s peak. He’s still too far away for me to tell what color his eyes are, but as Penny and I walk closer I’m able to make out more of his facial expressions. He seems to be putting on sneers for show and occasionally gives bright smiles for the younger kids swarming him. He’s wearing one of those long-sleeved swim shirts, but it’s clinging tight to his body. He looks like he could be a footballer with all of the muscles I can see, even at this distance.

 

I’ve been trying not to stare too openly at him, but I can’t really help it - there’s just something about him that keeps drawing me in.It’s almost as if I’m under some sort of spell or thrall. Right now though, I’m extremely glad I’ve been so captivated by him, because I seem to be the only person on the beach who realizes the danger we’re all in.

 

Curling around the man’s left ankle are the tentacles of an octopus, surely about to stick its fangs into him and inject him with its venom (or whatever it is octopuses do to kill people).

 

"Octopus!" I yell. I’m at a loss for any other words, but I’m desperately trying to warn Penny as I sprint off to rescue him.

 

"Ooh, where?" She doesn't sound nearly concerned enough for the looming threat of death hanging over us all, but I'll talk to her about taking proper safety precautions later. Right now, I have to go save the life of the prettiest person I've ever seen.

 

"Octopus! Octopus!" I can't seem to make any other phrases come out of my mouth, but eventually the man looks up to see me barreling towards him, flailing my arms and yelling at the top of my lungs. He raises an eyebrow at me, staying far too calm considering the mortal peril he's in, and glances behind him to see who else I could possibly be talking to.

 

Unfortunately, that means he's not paying attention enough to sidestep me when the combination of my momentum and adrenalin send me toppling into him. We both splash down into the small waves lapping at the sand and I scramble to extricate myself from his long limbs as quickly as possible, crawling down to examine his ankles and prepared to risk my own life if I have to pull the octopus off of him.

 

"What are you doing? " His voice is lovely and posh, the vowels round and smooth and expensive.

 

"Saving your life, mate, you're welcome by the way," I grunt as I make another unsuccessful grab for the tentacles.

 

"From what? All you've done so far is endanger me, pushing me down and holding me in the water." He pauses. "If this is your attempt at murder by drowning, I think I pity you. First, you caused a scene by yelling the whole way down the beach before you assaulted me, and now you're not even bothering to hold my head under this truly pathetic amount of water. You're an absolute disaster."

 

"I told you—" (why are these tentacles so hard to grab,) "I'm not trying to kill you, I'm trying to save you."

 

"Save me from what, exactly?"

 

Ha! I've got you now, evil cephalopod!

 

"This!"

 

I hold the octopus up in triumph, feeling the water drip onto my sodden hair.

 

"From… a clump of seaweed?"

 

"What? No. No, it's an octopus."

 

Slowly, I lower the mass in my hand down to eye level, and immediately I feel my cheeks flame in embarrassment.

 

"Oh. Right. Sorry, then."

 

I try to push back from him and stand up, but my hand won't release the seaweed (it really did look like an octopus!). When I try to move a wave hits me, washing the sand out from under my foot and making me flounder for a few moments, only compounding my embarrassment. When I finally look up at the man I accidentally assaulted, he seems entirely unbothered by anything. He's lounging back on his elbows, somehow managing to look down his nose at me even though I'm sitting up fully now, and it's simply unfair how defined his abs are, even under his shirt.

 

"Do you make a habit of doing things like this?"

 

His eyes are too intense for me to look at any longer, they're a grey color that seems to be shifting to reflect the ocean behind me, and I have to busy myself with peeling the green fronds of seaweed away from my fingers.

 

"Like what?"

 

"Attacking strangers or playing the hero, take your pick."

 

"Sorry. I thought it was an octopus and I didn't want you to die," I mumble. This prick should be grateful, where does he get off being so smug anyway?

 

"Why on earth would I have died from an octopus touching me?"

 

"Because they're one of the most deadly creatures on earth!"

 

"What? No they're not. Not the ones around here, anyway. The blue ringed octopus is incredibly deadly, but it lives in the Pacific Ocean."

 

"But, couldn't they-"

 

He levels me with a look that could probably set me on fire.

 

"Mordelia!" One of the children comes running over from where they fled when I tackled their brother. She looks to be about twelve or thirteen, and while she isn't quite as dark and villainous looking as her brother she still has his same air of superiority. "Does this gentleman need to be worried about being attacked, maimed, or killed by any octopuses while swimming today?"

 

This kid - Mordelia, I guess - levels me with the most condescending look I have ever seen, and just scoffs . Actually scoffs at me, like I'm an imbecile. (Although, I still have seaweed stuck to me, so she may be onto something there.)

 

"No. Most accounts of cephalopod attacks can't be proven, and the few that have been entirely substantiated occurred in vastly different habitats or under circumstances that this beach couldn't support."

 

With that, she turns and runs back to the rest of her family, leaving me with only a parting eye roll.

 

"She's going through a marine biology phase."

 

It's the first thing the dark haired man has said to me in a casual manner, and I startle a bit. 

 

"Did you also have a marine biology phase?"

 

I think my question catches him off-guard, and I smirk.

 

"Perhaps," he answers after a beat. "But Mordelia's has been going on for three years now, so we think it may actually stick. Mine dried up after only a few months."

 

He smiles at me for the first time since I knocked him over, and it's almost painful how handsome he is, sprawled out elegantly on the beach like he's in an ad for expensive watches or cologne or something, and I can't believe I tackled him because of some stupid seaweed.

 

"I had a dinosaur phase," I confess, smiling back at him.

 

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I reach down to help him up, and I'm shocked at how cold his fingers are, and how much I want to warm them up in my own. It's too bad I made such a horrible first impression, I would otherwise be sorely tempted to ask him out on a date. "What's your name, by the way? You've already attacked me, had we been in cars we would have exchanged names and proofs of insurance by now."

 

I’m such a mess. I didn't even think to ask what his name was.

 

"Simon. I'm Simon."

 

I go to shake his hand, and then realize that we're still holding hands, and I feel my cheeks grow redder still.

 

"Hello Simon, I'm Baz. It's nice to meet you, although the next time we meet I sincerely hope you can refrain from throwing yourself quite so bodily at me before we've even said hello."

 

"Yeah, umm, I'm sorry, really, I-" My brain catches up with my mouth. "Wait, did you say next time? "

 

His mouth curls up into a grin, and he gives my hand a squeeze as I try to figure out how I messed up so badly and things still worked out so well.

 

"Of course. For our first date, perhaps we can go to the aquarium and you can see what an octopus really looks like."

[veenussposts]

Yukhei as a wizard (and your boyfriend)

If something broke in the castle or the teachers ran to a specific place it was only for a reason, Wong Yukhei.

He was the mastermind behind almost every joke in the castle as well as being the cause of the headache of all the Ravenclaw students. The tall Gryffindor was truly a mess and he hit anyone's nerves with his wild ideas.

And you weren't the exception, you were the Ravenclaw student who suffered the most since you were his tutor.

"What's the answer, Yukhei?"

"Merlin's ass"

"I'm going to curse you I swear..."

He loved to tease you. He loved to see your frown and your nose wrinkle when he answered your questions wrong. He loved hearing you scream when he hid your things away from you or when he threatened to fold the pages of your books if you didn't finish explaining a spell to him quickly.

Basically you two were like cats and dogs.

But as the years passed, new students came to the castle, and new challenges arose, Yukhei learned to love more things about you, things he never would have thought of.

From the fourth year on, your smiles left a warm sensation on his body, your attention became addictive and the way you jumped to retrieve the books he put on his head only caused him tenderness.

By the time fifth year came, Yukhei had such a huge crush on you.

HE WAS WHIPPED.

Every time your hand brushed his when you explained a complicated spell to him, his heart raced like the first time he flew on his broomstick. Next to you he became more funny and said more stupid things than normal, but not because he wanted to tease you but because he was nervous. Your fierce gaze made him shiver, and despite your low height, when you were angry Yukhei felt intimidated.

In the sixth year he tried for the first time to confess his feelings for you, which resulted in a monumental failure.

"Have you ever fallen in love with someone?"

"I can't even fall asleep"

After that Yukhei lost hope and preferred to stop insisting but the reality was completely different.

"WHY YOU SAID THAT TO HIM?"

"I PANICKED BECAUSE HE WAS SO CLOSE YOU CAN'T BLAME ME"

You were whipped for him too, really really whipped.

Your brain stopped working when his big hands grabbed your waist, your heart beat fast when he stared at you during your private lessons and your hands trembled like jelly when his face got too close to yours.

Things continued that way until winter came to reveal your hidden feelings during all these years.

Your bones were beginning to freeze little by little and your entire neck to your nose were hidden in the heat of the great scarf that your father gave you. Outside the corridors, inside the garden, small snowflakes fell decorating everything in white while some students ran quickly to take refuge from the cold. But you couldn't run because you were carrying a giant pile of books in your hands, you could hardly see your feet and where they were moving.

"You look like a Niffler"

When you heard that voice you stopped walking and slowly turned on your heels to meet Yukhei.

"You look cute, really cute"

The heat began to rise up your cheeks and they quickly turned red, in your mind you prayed that he wouldn't notice.

"What do you want Wong? I'm busy"

"I see" His hands moved to yours and took each and every one of the books that were in them. When your hands brushed his you could feel their warmth and for a second you wanted him not to move away. "That's why I want to help you"

Now with no books to block your view, you looked at him. His hair was perfectly combed back, his cheeks and neck a little red from the cold while his legs trembled a little.

"Why are you so careless? Why don't you have a scarf or gloves?" You said as you unwrap your blue scarf from your neck.

"I only saw you through the window and I came to help you"

"You're going to catch a cold for acting without thinking" You stood on tiptoe and quickly wrapped the scarf around his neck while you looked at him, he had a smile from ear to ear.

"Are you worried about me?" Yukhei said with a smirk.

"Me? Worried about you? In your dreams Wong"

"Yes, you're worried about me"

"No, I'm not"

"Yes, you're"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Ye..." You rolled your eyes and gripped the corners of the scarf tight to draw him toward you. Your lips collided with his, surprising him. The kiss was so quick and explosive that Yukhei didn't have time to close his eyes, he just stood there.

"You can't keep quiet, right?" You finished wrapping the scarf around his neck, covering his mouth with it. Before you walked away you gave him a kiss on his cold nose. "Now let's go inside before you get sick, baby"

"You called me baby..." He said smiling, remembering the feeling of your lips on his. "Hey! Wait for me! You can't kiss me and go!"

He's happy as long as he's with you.

"The happiest I've ever felt was that moment I discovered you loved me too"

A BIG PUPPY IN LOVE.

He gives you piggy back rides.

Once a group of new students thought you were from Gryffindor because you were wearing a Yukhei's big sweater with a lion in the middle.

As much as you don't want to, Yukhei always drags you with him when he is going to do something crazy.

"There is a 99.12% chance of getting hurt"

"I guess we just have to be the 0.88%"

"That's not how..."

"Too late baby"

He uses your head as an arm rest.

Every time he has a chance he buys you chocolate frogs because he knows you love them.

Sometimes you guys argue because Yukhei behaves like a child or because you don't pay attention to him but both of you can't be without each other so you both leave your pride aside to apologize.

Respects you more than anyone else and he will stand up to anyone in order to defend you, even his friends.

He tells everyone that you're his boyfriend.

Yukhei loves the way your little hand fits into his and you love to hear his heartbeat every time you hug him.

He can't hold himself when he wants to kiss you.

Says "I love you" more than "hello".

"No matter how much I say I love you, I always love you more than that"

[vagabond-sol]

Innocent or Guilty: Cazhim

Asked someone to marry you?

"Hah? A romantic are you? Well, No. I can't say that I have. My partner knows how I feel with or without a ring. Though If we ever retire...perhaps." Cazhim appears tickled by your question though his expression grows more thoughtful towards the end. 

Kissed one of your friends?

"Yea. Several years back during the early years of my adventuring I had a different partner. A Miqo'te girl. After a while she said she wanted to sort some things out and being young and confused myself, I agreed. We got as far as a kiss but agreed that more wasn’t for us. We still talk but I'm pretty sure she's takin more of a liking to Viera women." Cazhim smiles and shakes his head. Clearly the two have quite a history.

Danced on a table in a bar or tavern?

"I prefer to watch the entertainment rather than be it. Besides those tables are for food not feet." Cazhim folds his arms as he gives his answer. Perhaps his meal has been the victim of a misplaced dance step or two? Might be best not to ask.

 Ever told a lie?

"Of course. Though I find it easier to omit the truth rather than come up with a lie. Keep em’ guessing. That's fun for all involved." He said, leaning forward in his chair as a rather mischievous grin crept across his face.

Had feelings for someone you can't have?

Cazhim tilted his head in minor confusion "No. Though I don't get all that romantic easily anyway."

Ever kissed someone of the same sex?

"Oh! I suppose I was not clear earlier. Xavier is my partner in combat but we are dating as well. We have been together for some time now so I can safely say we are both guilty of that. Cazhim readily replies. His smile a touch warmer than before. He seems pleased to speak more about his partner.

Kissed a picture?

"I have. Sometimes our tasks or...circumstances can keep Xavier and I apart. It helps." Cazhim answers, looking down at his hands for a moment. Clearly these circumstances he mentioned were less than pleasant. Maybe another question to lighten the mood?

Slept until 5pm?

"Hah. Never. Need to make the most of the daylight while we can right? Besides, I need to be awake to put together a proper meal for a certain scholar when he overworks himself again." He responds with his usual simper and calm tone. His mood seems to have improved a touch.

Worked at a restaurant?

"Yea...once." He chuckled, internally deciding how much to explain. "Lets just say that Momodi is a very kind woman and was nice enough to let me pay a debt with work rather than gil."

Stolen Something?

As Cazhim takes a sip of the tea he prepared he simply points at the spherical Allagan droid floating by from time to time. "Does that count? I mean they weren't using it." 

Been fired from a job?

"Nope. Though I'm sure I've gotten close once or twice at the Leatherworking Guild." He replies, looking off in to space as if remembering no small amount of close calls he may or may not have had.

Done something you regret?

"Just once and I intend to keep it that way." His gaze meets yours and lingers. You know better than to push for more details.

Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?

Cazhim almost chokes on the tea he was drinking at the time as he hears the question. "N-no. Don't worry about it."

Caught a snowflake on your tongue?

"I have but I don't think I get the appeal. Its much more fun to just eat a handful, right?" He replied, obviously looking for validation.

Sat on a roof top?

"Often! Though the climb is the more interesting part...most of the time. There's almost always a fantastic view at the top as well! I think I have a few sketched here..." Cazhim begins pulling out a journal filled with notes and half-decent sketches of various places he's been. He seems eager to share.

Kissed someone you shouldn't have?

"...I believe we've covered this territory, my friend." He gives a slight nod with his answer but nothing more.

Sang in the shower?

"More of the humming type myself." he says with a smirk on his face.

Been pushed into a body of water?

"Many have tried....Many have failed." He answers as he relaxes back into his chair. His grin grows wider as he remembers past conquests.

Shaved your head?

"Gods no! I don't even want to think about it." Cazhim quickly responds, briefly running a hand through his short but well kept hair.

Made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry?

"I hope not, but I imagine if I ever shave my head I just might. Bleh!" It is clear both this question and the last are incredibly displeasing to him. Perhaps a new topic?

Shot a gun?

"Oh ho yes! Let me show you something." Cazhim stands up and excitedly leads you to a side room filled with boxes of tools, raw materials and a desk cluttered with a variety of design documents. "I dabble in the Machinist trade. I much prefer spit balling designs with the Boss back at Skysteel but every experiment needs a test phase! You should stop by the factory. The Boss always likes seeing new faces."

Still loved someone you shouldn't?

"No, but I can't say I've loved that many people. Especially not romantically." He seems more caught up in reorganizing his workshop then this particular question.

Have a tattoo?

"Not my thing. Clashes with my scales. I've seen some pretty cool ones on the other monks around though. Maybe I could engrave my revolver with one..." His focus is barely there. Perhaps it would be best to relocate.

Liked someone, but will never tell?

"Eh, life's too short for that. Might as well take your shot while you can. Worry too much and you're likely to make yourself sick with regret" He replies over his shoulder as he leads you back to the living room.

Been too honest?

"Honesty has never been an issue. As I said omission is a powerful tool." His mischievous smile returns along with his focus on your questions.

Ruined a surprise?

"Can't say that I have, luckily."

Been told you were beautiful by someone who totally meant it?

"A few times. It's nice to hear...even if its almost always out of the blue nowadays. Xavier tends to do that." He says with a warm smile on his face.

Stalked someone?

"Eh yea actually. A friend of mine had a hunch about one of our clients. Thought they weren't giving us all of the details. She was most certainly right. Luckily we sorted everything out."

Thought about murder?

"I assume you're referring to something more scandalous than what goes on in battle. If so: No. I've kept very few loose ends that need that kind of...attention." His tone makes it clear he is not pleased by this sort of question.

How about mass murder?

Cazhim stares at you for a moment before replying "I see no circumstance where I would need to."

Cheated on someone.

"No" he says almost before you finish speaking. He quickly downs his tea before standing to make more.

Gotten so angry that you cried?

"Yes, my friends are talented, dedicated and not afraid to risk life and limb at the drop of a hat. However; that doesn't always mean things will go their way. Sometimes it gets the in trouble. The sort of trouble I can't pull them back from..." He says while prepping a kettle. He does not turn to face you but you can tell a bad memory is on his mind.

Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?

"No. Only for my own good. Briefly." He says before placing another cup before you. He does not seem inclined to elaborate.

Thoughts about suicide?

Cazhim simply begins sipping from his own cup. A moment passes before waving a dismissive hand in your direction. Your question goes unanswered.

Had a girlfriend or boyfriend?

Cazhim scoffs but not with ill intent. "How about I say this instead. Yes, Xavier is the only person I've ever dated. Everything before has been more...temporary."

Gotten totally drunk during a holiday?

"I'm not much of a drinker. A spiked lemonade or a sip of spiced wine at most but that's mostly just for others who may get the wrong impression if I don't eat or drink at all."

 Whoa! Okay well that was loooong but fun! Helps me flesh out Caz's personality. I hope who ever decides to read this has fun and if you really like it then why not try it yourself? Thanks for tagging me: @windup-scholar Stop by their blog to see even better OC stuff. From Art to asks like this one. See ya.

[yeet-wolf-in-the-stars]

Hey. I'm really sorry for it. I mean... I'm practically crying because it's my first ask and I've ruined it. And now I'm rewriting it because Tumblr deleted it.

Drarry. In their relationships Harry is top when they start dating. Draco was raised in a very conservative surroundings and he clearly doesn't know what to do because it's his first relationships. (Let's forget about Draco hating himself for being gay because clearly I don't want any angst here) Harry on the other hand has a little experience and he actually saw some queer couples in the muggle world. At first Draco is very nervous because he knows nothing about being somebody's partner and actually he sometimes starts saying bad things about himself but slowly he actually becomes more and more confident. After some time of dating they start to change the positions

Sorry I don't ship scorbus (((

Remus is top. I just see him as a person who is kinda quite with other people but more open with his close friends. When they start dating both of them are questioning themselves "Am I good enough for him?" When they deal with this problem they actually become extremely happy. Actually, wolfstar change after they start dating. Moony becomes more self-confident and his self-esteem stabilize. On the other hand, Pads becomes softer and pays more attention to others. Actually, Sirius doesn't want to be the top because he enjoys Remus in that position because it actually kills him

Some fluff! I hope it'll be okay!

"Merlin, what happened?" asked Remus struggling with opening his eyes. As he realised, he was lying on a bench near the castle. Moony squinted because of the snowflakes as they were melting on his face.

"Oh thanks God you're okay" said Peter. He helped Remus to sit down. Actually, the last thing he remembered was somebody's scream: "Watch out!" And than he passed out.

"Moony my favourite fluffy wolfy. One stupid first-year threw the ice instead of a snowball and you were hit by it. How do you feel, Remme? Should we take you to the Hospital wing?" Sirius sounded very worriedly as if Lupin was dying but the thought that Sirius cared so much about him made his heart started shaking. Remus froze when this boy have him a kiss on the forehead and put his arm around werewolfs' shoulders.

It was unexpected for both of them.

Moony has never thought that Sirius would do it. Padfoot just did it automatically because he wanted to do at least something to get a little bit closer to his best friend.

All the people who were there started staring at them. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were doing something and it was going to turn into a big rumor of Hogwarts. They were actually looking at each others eyes barely blinking. Their cheeks were red but they were frozen.

Nobody knows who moved arms first but their fingers touched and crossed slowly. Both of them were terrified and at the same time thrilled. Non of them thought that they were loved back.

"I'm going to offer something stupid" said Sirius softly grabbing his arm

"You're always doing it but I guess I know what you're talking about"

In a second they both disappeared somewhere on the territory.

They came back to the common room after the midnight with big happy grins on their faces

[librarian-system-vtuber]

Also, sunder-the-gold showing they just don't pay attention to Gamer Discourse™ 'cause guess what there are entire channels dedicated to; cataloguing Gamer™ backlash the second a non-sexualized female protagonist is introduced in a video game, especially if she's in a AAA series that's traditionally had male player characters. Lara Croft? Sexualized to hell back in her early years, only gets away with being Hollywood Average™ nowadays because she's got history. Bayonetta? The upcoming fourth game, Origins, will be the first game where the titular heroine doesn't go borderline naked on the regular, and that's just because it's set back when she was a minor. Hornet? Part of a beloved and pretty openly queer-friendly indie game made by three people, not to mention being an established character from the first game that players already loved. If a woman who wasn't previously established were to be introduced as the mandatory player character for the whole game in, say, a brand new Deus Ex for example, there would be men making Twitter even less usable than normal. Doubly so if it were one of the beloved Gamerbro™ AAA shooters like CoD or a game that's supposed to be "historically accurate." Hell, we actually saw this with The Last of Us 2 and people throwing piss-fits about how professional selfish jackass Joel wasn't the main character.

And before anyone gets the bright idea to try to frame me as some precious little snowflake who just wants to be a good little Christian girl and avoid sexuality in video games at all costs like when I pointed out how uncomfortable the overly-sexualized teenager who speaks like a stereotypical Japanese toddler from Majestic Prince made me in Super Robot Wars 30; I'm actually kind of a slut around pretty enough girls. I love Bayonetta, especially 2 'cause she rocks the shorter hair much better than that ugly cone from 1. I follow kink artists, and will even reblog particularly juicy (IMO) pics as long as they don't contain the one kink I'm still kind of shy about due bullshit stigma around it caused by wrongful association with some very uncool stuff. I've even considered getting a Chaturbate to play smutty games Twitch wouldn't allow, but I usually decide against it because the one game that always comes to mind has a bit of a transphobia problem, even if the worst of it has to be toggled on to be encountered.

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