#and currently i have very few clothes especially for warm weather

[fishpondfish]

this obsession with the 60s and the 70s is making me think that i need to buy more turtleneck sweaters. i do not. but i really want to

[pillow-anime-talk]

his hot girl.

request: the captains, specifically imayoshi, hyuga and kasamatsu with an s/o who is very confident in her body and wears very hot girl clothes, but doesnt let other people judge her just from her outward appearance alone

# tags: headcanon; current relationships; light romance; mostly fluff; but also drama; school!au or work!au; confident!reader; protective!boys; mention of vomit in shuuzou’s part; rather sfw

includes: female reader ft. junpei hyuuga, yukio kasamatsu, shoichi imayoshi, shuuzou nijimura & taisuke otsubo {knb}

— JUNPEI

↘ That day you and Junpei went on a date to your favorite restaurant. After ordering food, you sat down at one of the tables, immediately starting a conversation about plans for the next few days; your boyfriend had a match next friday and you had two projects to do.

↘ The day promised to be calm and the weather was so warm, so pretty.

↘ While having a nice chat with a tall basketball player, you heard whispers on your right. The two women sitting next to you nervously looked at your person and talked about your outfit – tight pants with flared legs that perfectly emphasized your bottom and a blouse with a visible neckline. You loved classic combinations with a hint of extravagance and you always felt great in your body. Plus, it was a date with Junpei – of course you wanted to look sexy and feminine.

↘ You were about to say something as your back straightened and the chest was pushed forward, but your boyfriend was much faster.

↘ “It’s rude to talk about other people, especially in a restaurant. Why don’t you take care of your clothes instead of my girlfriend?” He asked with a disgusted smile, and the two women quickly hid behind the menu card. You giggled, taking your boyfriend’s hand and thanking him.

— YUKIO

↘ It was a summer time, so you had to go to the beach in the company of your closest friends and their significant other. You spent most of your time on the blanket and sunbathing your body, occasionally chatting with the girlfriends of the rest of your boyfriend’s teammates... but still mostly focused on the sun, drinking water, and your boy who having a great time in the sea.

↘ “Y/N, let’s go to the water for a while.” Nakamura’s partner proposed with a big smile, and you just nodded slightly, adjusting the straw hat on your head and also the strings of your red swimsuit. In the meantime, you heard the screams of a woman who telling someone to not look at you.

↘ You looked towards the young woman and the man (probably her boyfriend or husband), then raised an eyebrow. The blonde stranger started telling him to stop staring and you’re not that pretty at all. You... just giggled.

↘ “... Why don’t you start working on your confidence instead of insulting me?” You just said, putting your hand on your hip, and the young woman’s cheeks took on the color of a ripe tomato. “With this attitude, I do not wish you a long relationship. I’m so sorry for you, man.” You said and then you and your friend walked towards the pleasant, warm water.

— SHOICHI

↘ You and Shoichi were invited to his childhood friend’s wedding. You liked the groom and the bride very much, but you felt the eyes of the maid of honour on you, who was looking enviously at your beautiful mid-thigh dress. The bottle green perfectly matched the colors of the room, your hairstyle and make-up, which is why you certainly caught the eyes of many people. In addition, the dress had an exposed back, slight creases on the thighs and silver elements that harmonized with the jewelry you had on your ears, neck and hands that evening. You looked divine.

↘ The bride’s witness, however, had a different opinion on this. From a distance, you could hear her gruff comments about you wanting to take your eyes off Yuri and her white, beautiful dress. Somewhere between the first and second toast, you also managed to hear that you look fat in your outfit and your shoes don’t match to the rest of your accessories. You just smiled at those words.

↘ “... Should I talk to her?” Your boyfriend asked calmly and you just shook your head.

↘ “Don’t worry, honey. I will do it.”

— SHUUZOU

↘ He loves your style very very much and really doesn’t understand how another person (usually a woman) can talk to a strange girl like that.

↘ On that day you were on a trip to the mountains to celebrate your fourth anniversary of your relationship and your first anniversary as a engaged couple. The weather was beautiful and the views was so amazing. You still had less than an hour to drive to your accommodation, but you had to pee and Shuuzou decided to refuel his car. After using the toilet at the gas station, you decided to buy yourself and your boyfriend a small, warm snack. You ordered one hot dog with ketchup and mayo for your partner and a small grilled sandwich with your favorite toppings.

↘ It was hot that day, so shorts and a tank top were the perfect choice. And you could start to tan a little. Unfortunately, after paying for the meal and fuel, and after receiving the food, you heard a very unpleasant comment from one of the gas station customers; his disgusting comment about you looking like a pornstar with a dick in your hand made you immediately wanted to vomit. But your face showed anger and disappointment.

↘ “It’s sad that you have so little self-confidence and manhood that you have to insult others for their appearance. But go on. Maybe someday it will make you feel better.” You replied casually as you left the small building. Luckily, your boyfriend quickly cheered you up with a quick but tender kiss.

— TAISUKE

↘ Summer and warm evenings were the perfect time to go out to the club and party with trusted people. Together with Taisuke, his friends, as well as Takao and Miyaji partners, you chose a club where you could dance, use karaoke equipment, drink something and play bowling. You were in the middle of a little fight between you with your boyfriend and a blonde basketball player with his girlfriend (your bestie).

↘ For today’s outing, you decided to wear leather pants that perfectly emphasized your legs and butt, as well as a white, lace top with gold elements. On your feet you had the most ordinary sneakers and a black bandana on your head. Your outfit was described by Taisuke as ‘very sexy and I want to kiss you now’.

↘ You had a great time while playing and drinking drinks (alcohol or not). Halfway through your game, all the boys went to get more snacks and use the restroom. So you stayed with Junko and Sachiko and engaged in a pleasant conversation about plans for the next weeks of holidays. About the time your boyfriend and his friends left three of you, a group of four men entered the bowling alley. Seeing you and your friends, they immediately started throwing obscene comments at you all.

↘ “... Leather turn me on a lot. You must have worn that outfit to the club on purpose, huh?” The tall, black-haired teenager laughed out loud, and you frowned. You hated pushy men... or rather pushy and stupid boys. However, before you responded to the idiotic comment, your boyfriend and the other four returned to their place, immediately showing their dominance and superiority. The Shuutoku team was definitely more massive and taller than the four strangers, so they instantly fell silent.

↘ You were glad that you could count on the support of your boyfriend and friends.

[lohotine]

can you do dark cacao x male affogato's priest reader both headcanon and one shot

extra: reader was allowed to stay after after affogato exile because he was the one who noticed his foul intentions first and didn't just mindlessly follow his commands

AN: I'm sorry I finished this kind of late- I was having some MAJOR writers block, but! Look! It's here! I know it doesn't say it in the title, but it IS with male Affagato's priest. There will be some HC in the beginning and the oneshot will be at the bottom. Enjoy♡

Dark Cacao x Male! Reader. HEADCANONS

Warnings: Mentions of injury (very mild)

You were one of very few priests that were allowed to stay after Affogato's exile

You, unlike most, were able to see through his antics

You first met Dark Cacao during a meeting, where people discussed weather or not you should be allowed to stay within the kingdom

At the end of the discussion, you were allowed to stay, although it was ultimately Dark Cacao's input that decided it

You started talking more, and eventually began dating

It took a long time to break his cold shell, but once you did, you realized how much of a softspot he had for you.

Dark Cacao seems like a very cold person to strangers, but you now know a much different side of him

Sometimes you hear people complaining about the obvious favoritism

It makes you laugh

On really cold days, you two will huddle up by a fireplace

He let's you braid his hair a lot

If he ever comes back injured, you'll quickly heal him back up

Not the biggest on pda, but may let you hold his hand if he's in an especially good mood.

Anything you want, you can have

If you ever want to go out, he makes sure you have an escourt

He just doesn't want you to get hurt ♡

Dark Cacao x Male! Reader. ONESHOT

Warnings: None

-Warmth-

Today was an especially cold day in the kingdom. Anyone outside without the proper clothes would get frostbite. That's why you and your boyfriend were huddled inside by the fireplace.

Currently, you were in the middle of braiding his hair.

"Your hair is always so soft." you would chime while not taking your eyes off of your current goal. He would only hum a response, not saying much.

"You know, some workers are upset. They think it's not fair that you're showing so much favoritism towards me. They're jealous." You'd tell him.

Dark Cacao would just keep staring into the fireplace.

"Let them be. You're the only person deserving of my attention." He'd say.

You would smile. "So that's what you think.."

"Is it wrong to think that?"

"I dont think so. I kind of like being your favorite." You would finish the braid you were doing up.

"I'm done." You'd chime.

Dark Cacao would turn his body to face yours, and you would put a hand on his cheek.

"You're so handsome.." you would say quietly while looking into his eyes.

"You flatter me too much, love." He would say as he draped his cape onto your shoulders. You would smile, but not resist whatever plan he had in mind.

Besides.

The warmth of it was nice.

"What's this for?" You would ask him.

"Your hands felt cold, so I assumed you needed something else to keep you warm," Dark Cacao would explain.

You would stand up and do a little twirl. "Do I look nice?"

"You always look nice, my love."

"You do too."

[victoriouscabaret]

Get to know you - tag game!

I was tagged by @preciouslittlebhaalbae - thank you! <3

Last song you listened to:  Bad Girls - M.I.A.

Favorite color: Green!

Currently watching: Nothing really. If I'm having a bath and don't feel like reading I'm working through Penny Dreadful again, but that's it. I found my ability to sit on the couch and watch things for extended periods went away when I quit smoking for some reason. Probably because being idle = cravings, so the more occupied I keep myself the better. Looking forward to the latest season of The Boys though!

Favorite flavor: Cherry flavored anything is usually a win for me. I crave that red dye. Bequeath unto mine buds the taste of red.

Current obsession: BG3 (Especially Astarion) has bewitched me, body and soul (I just left this from @preciouslittlebhaalbae's answer because it seemed stupid to delete it and re-type basically the exact same thing.) Also currently v obsessed with writing again for the first time in many years. Can I be obsessed with personal growth? Because that too.

Last thing I googled: "Do mosquitos bite more than once?" (I have Type O blood and they LOVE me because of it, but I'm also extremely allergic to their saliva, so the first few bites I get each summer are exceptionally reactive. I also have bed bug related PTSD having had two terrible experiences with them (I'm also very allergic to them), most recently a couple years ago, so like... every bug related itch immediately sends my mind to bed bugs.) If I was bitten by a vampire, I would probably go into anaphylactic shock or something.

Favorite season: Autumn! Summer is too hot, Spring is too unpredictable, and Winter can fuck all the way off. Autumn generally still has warm enough weather to enjoy being outside, the colours are utterly stunning, you get to wear fashionable and cozy clothing, it's spooky season, the air smells amazing, and it just has a vibe about it that makes me feel happy and peaceful.

Skill I’d like to learn: I'd like to explore archery/marksmanship more. I've done some over the years, and I have a bit of a knack for it (full disclosure: most of my "practice" has been in my eventual husband's garage with the fellas, many beers deep, lining up empties on the garage door frame and taking turns taking pot shots with my air soft gun. Ditto archery - just in our backyard years later with my little brother's recurve bow. It's just a really lovely feeling to have a bunch of big, burly mountain men arguing over who wants you around in the event of the apocalypse. I would hate to let them down.)

Best Advice: Don't worry so much about what people think - it's easier said than done, but really most people are actually too wrapped up in their own shit to care, and as long as what you're doing isn't actively harmful to yourself or anyone else, they can get over it (or not, because their feelings aren't your responsibility either :D)

Tags if you'd like to play! : @marlowethebard @scrytpe @myheartismadeofstars @thefallenangelsgang @babblebrain-blog @xxnashiraxx

[siriannatan]

Series of Unexpected Occurences - chapter 3

I have finally sat down with an idea I liked :}

fWhip avoided going anywhere near that one bar in Lower Stratos like fire for almost a month. He helped Katherine around the restaurant. Grabbed some odd jobs in the docks. Some around the shops in the Market Square, mostly from the Big Eye Enchanting Emporium. Delivering boxes and bringing boxes to the stores.

He was tempted to go and see if maybe the mysterious Copper King had any other jobs out. The copper coin bracelet was a very good catalyst for magic in his few small tests. There was still the grimoire issue and all the other ingredients to transcribe spells and to cast some of them. Like the familiar spell, he really wanted to try it out. Having a companion he could trust would be really good for his current circumstances. fWhip spent many late nights trying to come up with a solution. A small investigation into Academy's rules did not help.

A good thing came out of it. There was a way for him to get into the Academy even if he didn't suddenly become a proper noble recognised in Stratos. A once a year entry test that the academy hated. Only the best of the best could go through it. fWhip doubted he could place in the top twenty, not even thinking of the top five that would be accepted into the academy. And he barely missed it when he arrived in the city meaning he had at best nine months to get ready for it. Not enough time to save up for a grimoire, transcribing quill and enough special in to transcribe even one spell and master it. Depending on what that test would involve. No one did as it was different every year.

The bad? No criminal record. Not that fWhip has done anything against the law since he arrived in Stratos but he was still worried about what he did for the Copper King. Mostly because it kept him tempted to go back and see if he hung up any more offers. The money he was paid was a lot of money but not 'learning magic comfortably' a lot. Magic supplies were damn expensive especially when one had to worry about food, safety, seasons changing and needing warmer clothes and other stuff even if fWhip didn't have to pay for lodging. Additionally a grimoire and all that wouldn't do him much good if he didn't have what to transcribe. And magic books and scrolls were rare and expensive unless he got super lucky.

So as tempted as he was fWhip stayed away from the Copper King... for three more weeks before he gave in. The last job wasn't anything illegal... as far as he knew and he decided to stop overthinking it. Katherine was worried about how much of his free time he spend counting his money and worrying about it instead of doing something fun. It went so far that she dragged him to the kitchen to teach him how to make his favourite meat pies. Somehow they were better if he made them himself... But once the pies were eaten he still needed money so back to Lower Stratos it was.

He promised himself to not pick jobs from anyone but Copper King. With him he could fool himself he wasn't doing anything bad. That last job was just picking up a box. It was addressed to the mysterious voice, the guy likely was too busy with his dingy bar to go and pick it up on his own. Yeah... No laws were broken even if fWhip broke into that storehouse. But like... No more overthinking. He scolded himself, wrapping his cape tighter around himself. The weather was terrible this past few days making fWhip buy a proper coat for the rain. A good investment since it let him work even if it wasn't sunny out, and it should be warm enough in winter.

The bar he got the original job from was as quiet as it was last time. Just the bartender and a couple of quiet patrons who completely ignored the young tiefling. Even the bartender didn't pay him any mind as he checked the job offer board. And there it was. Copper King's cursive writing. 'Looking for help delivering a letter, if interested come to...' fWhip recognised the address as the place he brought the box to. And it didn't sound at all illegal so fWhip left the bar and went to the Vigil, as the place was called. 

As soon as he knocked the door opened on its own. "Excuse me..." fWhip barely whispered as he walked in. He was greeted by silence. 

The place didn't change at all. No furniture save for a table with an envelope and a sheet of paper with what had to be the instruction where to take it, a long burned-out fireplace. With a deep breath, fWhip walked with as much confidence as he could muster to the table and glanced at the letter first. It was addressed. Katherine, Glimmer Grove.  Now this was... Well, she used to be an adventurer so she no doubt had many acquaintances and some of them probably would like to remain anonymous. Having calmed his conscience he read the instructions.

He was to deliver the letter without Katherine knowing where it came from or that the Copper King was in town. Once it was delivered he would have to wait three days before coming back to Vigil for his payment. Not hard conditions even if mildly suspicious and fWhip was confident Katherine could take care of herself... Not that a mere letter could do any harm. He had no way of knowing what Copper King might want from her but since he didn't want her to know he's in town it probably wasn't too bad.

fWhip chose to believe that and packed the letter and the instructions, just to have proof he was the one who picked up the job. And with a polite nod left the place to plan how to give the letter to Katherine. 

He couldn't come back this soon so he went for a walk around Middle Stratos, Up to the academy to remind himself why he was working so hard and ask if any mail was sent there for him by mistake. There was a letter from his parents and the clerk told him next time they'd just send it to the main post office in the Upper Stratos. Not somewhere fWhip could just go since he was neither important, rich nor even a human. Non-humans weren't all that popular in Stratos. After apologising for his parents' mistake he went to the market.

The Big Eyes didn't need any help so he bought himself a meat pie and just wandered around to kill some time. He basically had a plan. Katherine had a mailbox that he had access to. He could just say he checked it on his way back and that he found the letter there. Easy.

"...and never come back you good for nothing bard!" a sudden shout had fWhip freezing and looking at one of the taverns by the market. A man, owner he assumed, was shouting at a colourful even for Stratos bard. Throwing his red beret and lute that froze in the air before hitting the poor blonde's head. The whole situation was weird since Stratos loved bards and parties and music. Well, this particular tavern's owner was not the nicest and flat-out refused when fWhip came to help when he was looking for help. He really didn't like non-humans and the bard had the misfortune of being an elf.

fWhip, quickly remembered Katherine was looking for a performer. Her customers loved the food, the magical service and the drinks but the rather plain music was barely acceptable. So, being a nice guy fWhip followed the bard. "Umm.. sorry? Could we..." he stopped the bard once the crowd moved on with their time.

"So my talents can be ridiculed further?" the bard said, very loudly, as he dramatically turned around and paled when he saw fWhip was no human. "Oh... I apologised, I assumed..."

"It's okay. Could you be a bit quieter though?" fWhip requested, feeling very uncomfortable with how much attention the bard was attracting. "I happen to know an owner of a bar that's looking for someone to perform at her place," he quickly moved to the proper reason he spoke to the bard.

"They shan't mind my ears I assume," the bard hummed and with a wide grin added: "Lead the way then new friend, I'm Oliver Sound and I'm going to be a world-famous bard very soon," he introduced himself and fWhip regretted ever talking to him.

With a sigh fWhip led the man to the Glimmer Grove. He introduced himself and explained he was temporarily staying at the bar for personal reasons and sometimes helped out around but not always. He probably said too much but Oli, as annoying as he was, was friendly and didn't ask too many questions. He did offer to pay back fWhip's kindness but fWhip only asked he buy him a couple of meat pies. The bard did not look like he was good at paying back his debts. But that was just an assumption. 

"Katherine?!" fWhip called out as he walked in with the bard close behind. She wasn't too far.

"Back so soon?" she asked with a wide smile. "And who's that?"

"One, it looks like it's about to rain and two..." fWhip explained with a shrug. "This is Oli, he's a bard, I saw him kicked out by one of the meaner tavern-keeps around the market. And I remembered you're looking for someone well-versed in music," he carried on and Oli nodded along with a wide smile.

"Well, we'll see how good you are then mister..."

"Oliver 'Oli' Sound, a bard and entertainer, you have a beautiful place," the bard was all smiles and charms as he introduced himself.

"I'll go and check the mailbox in case there's anything there, in case it rains," fWhip excused himself and got back to his actual plan.

He was no idiot so when no one was looking he stuffed the letter from the Copper King in just so it looks the part and quickly pulled it out. It was slowly starting to rain. Katherine was still interviewing Oli but all the present patrons seemed excited that there was a bard present. A bard who would possibly perform soon. He passed the letter to Katherine and excused himself to look for something to help with in the kitchens. There was nothing to help with there but the halfling cook made him sit down and have a bowl of soup with his meat pies. And read the letter from his parents. They were mostly saying how proud they are he got into the academy... Lying felt terrible.

Katherine didn't seem any different after getting the letter so fWhip didn't think anything of it. Oli spent a lot of his time on the so far mostly empty stage, either playing and singing or just playing, with his hat set out to accept donations from happy patrons. He was indeed a talented musician and gave fWhip his meat pies the very next day as fWhip was helping move the delivery of alcohol to the back. He frankly had forgotten he had asked him for that but he was not complaining about free meat pies.

Three, rather uneventful, days later fWhip returned to the Vigil for his reward. As expected, the bag was there but this time he was definitely not alone. In those three days Vigil has gotten a bar added to it and by it sad a figure in a cloak. "Don't mind me," the mysterious voice from when he delivered that box. Was the hooded stranger the Copper King? "Good job with the letter kid," he added and vanished. He didn't move or anything like that. Just one second he was there and the next he was not. It was far beyond what fWhip was capable of so he grabbed his reward, mumbled out something polite and left. In much less panic than last time but still shocked as all hell.

He didn't return to Katherine's after leaving Vigil. Instead, he went to a different tavern and hid in a corner to count out his reward. It was far too much for how little he had to do making a completely legal thing feel illegal. All he did was give Katherine a letter. Sure, he did have to say a small lie but it didn't hurt anyone. Back to pay... This time there were no trinkets but the bag it came in was suspicious. There was far too much gold in it for how big it was. Not so much anyone would notice from afar.

"There's no way..." he muttered to himself. This was far too nice for this job. A bag of holding... He couldn't even go to Big Eyes to ask about it since he'd have to say where he got it from. But there was no way it was anything else. It didn't change how it looked no matter how much money there was in it. He really hoped it was just a magically extended bag. That would make him feel a lot less... 

As he investigated the bag a piece of paper fell out. IT both calmed him down and make him more nervous. Since it came out of the bag without him properly trying to empty it, it was not a proper bag of holding. But he was also nervous what it said so he picked it up with shaking hands. 'Well done, stay safe, next time just come to Vigil, CK' it said on one side. On the other, it said 'keep the bag, don't need it anymore,' making him feel slightly less nervous. There was no way he could ever let Katherine know it was a magical bag.

Once he returned he had to lie that he decided to get a nicer bag to keep his stuff safer when out in town after seeing someone get robbed. Coming up with lies was coming easier and easier to him... On the other hand, he was more and more convinced Copper King wasn't evil or bad. Just shady and weird. So he didn't feel too bad buying a Grimoire with most of the pay from this job. It was still literally useless but it was literally the most expensive thing he needed. And he could always help Copper King.

[visaappointment]

Essential Travel Tips for New Zealand: What You Should Know Before You Go

This is a state located in the south-western part of the Pacific Ocean, its Maori name is Aotearoa; New Zealand is not included in the list of countries familiar to tourists but at the same time many sights can be met here which are present in other countries. I grew up here and in other parts of the world, and I know how this magnificent country can be both familiar and interesting to tourists. You will certainly notice it as soon as you get off the plane: the yellow butter owing to the richness of beta-carotene, meat pies and, finally, the small signs of courtesy, such as not eating with a fork while sitting at the table because this is forbidden by the Maoris.

But to enter this fascinating country, one must obtain a New Zealand Visa based on the trip’s origin. Yet one might find visa requirements rather clear, however, being prepared in advance will help have as few issues as possible during the trip and enjoy all the opportunities of New Zealand. This is where geothermal mud pool, mountains, rain forest and sub-tropical beaches are found in addition to the warmth of the people. If you like adventure or nature, you will soon discover what Kiwis are fond of saying – ‘sweet as’ which simply means it is fantastic.

But there are certain fundamental guidelines that every tourist ought to understand to the optimum of his or her expedition for a given trip. From basic manners, etiquette, and courtesy to the climate and anything in between this article will give you all the information you need to safely and appropriately travel to New Zealand. Continuing reading to be familiar with all you need to know before visiting this interesting and diverse country.

Read more: Step-by-Step Guide: How to Apply for a New Zealand Visitor Visa

Here are the Essential Travel Tips for New Zealand: What You Should Know Before You Go

1. Secure Your New Zealand Visa in Advance

Before thinking of packing for the trip, ensure that you have the necessary papers to allow you entry. You will need to get a New Zealand Visa if you hail from one of the countries that require the visa to enter the country. The visa process is however not very complicated but it is advisable to start the process early to avoid possible rush at the end time. Make sure to have a passport that is current and has at least three months validity from the date of your planned exit as a mandatory requirement. If the intent is to stay for tourism purposes, then a visitor visa would be the best for you. For short visits, New Zealand also provides visa requirements for citizens of some countries EXEMPTIONS on the basis of visas waiver schemes but you should check your eligibility. Being aware of the visa requirements will allow you to avoid unpleasant situations during your trip.

2. Weather Conditions and What to Pack

The climate in New Zealand also sharply differs from one island to the other, therefore appropriate clothing should be taken. The climate of the country is described as temperate maritime; that is, the weather can be changeable. For those travelling during the summer season, which is from December to February, pack light clothing, sun block and an umbrella because although it is hot it sometimes rains. When travelling in winter (June to August) it is advisable to pack warm clothing especially if your destination is the mountainous regions that record high snow fall. Jackets and coats are advised to be worn for all weather as New Zealand has a reputation for ‘four seasons in one day.’ Wearing the right clothing also not only ensures that you are not uncomfortable through your trip but also prepared for anything from city walking to back country trails.

3. Plan Your Itinerary Around Driving Distances

New Zealand is actually quite large if one considers travel distances on the country. The country may seem small on the map, but with curvy roads and a lot of hills, it takes longer to drive than expected. Car or campervan hire is among the most effective ways of traveling within the country as it affords one the opportunity to truly wander off the beaten track. But these activities should be done while observing the traffic laws on the roads. New Zealand has left-hand traffic on roads, and the rural zone has small, twisted roads most of the time. It is always advisable to incorporate additional time for commuting and it is always wise to be at ease with the roads especially if you are planning to drive to the more isolated areas such as Milford Sound or Coromandel.

4. Health and Travel Insurance Are a Must

The New Zealand is well equipped with quality health care facilities but the expenses are very high if you are not an insuree. Preventing the costs that are not planned is always wise therefore acquiring proper travel insurance is strongly advised. This should include health complications, flight delays, lost baggage and stalling activities such as trekking or bungee jumping, which are some of the most loved activities in this region. Ensure that your insurance policy has some cover for adventure since New Zealand is well endowed for extreme sporting activities. Preparedness makes you be free to embrace every moment in life without any worry in case of an incident.

5. Compliance with the Local Culture and Geography

The culture of New Zealand is also very Maori and it is very important to honour these traditions. Try to find time to pick up a few words of Maori such as ‘Kia ora’ (greetings) and gain an appreciation for the importance of the Maori meeting house and other tribal artefacts. If you are in a marae or participating in any cultural activities, it is recommended to follow the cues provided by the indigenous people to show reverence to their culture.

New Zealand also lays great stress on the preservation of its natural resources. Adhere to the ‘’Tiaki Promise’’ where tourists are supposed to protect the land, sea, and culture of New Zealand. While hiking, do not leave the track, and do not dispose of litter, always carry your litter with you, and do not interfere with wildlife. New Zealand is gifted with natural beauty that should be protected by everyone who visits the country.

6. Currency and Payments

The medium of exchange used in New Zealand is the New Zealand Dollar or in symbolism NZD. Currency is accepted almost everywhere and yet; it is advisable to have cash on you at all times particularly in rural or out of the way towns. It is possible to find an ATM almost in every city, although, it is better to check whether the given place will accept the certain type of a card, especially in the rural areas. New Zealand does not practice tipping because all the service charges are usually included in the bills. But it is always welcome if you get an outstanding kind of treatment. Knowledge of these customs will assist you to plan for your expenses while in the country effectively

Conclusion:

The New Zealand is a country that has developed from scenic beauty, cultural significance and adventurous activities all in one destination. Whether you’re tramping in the dense forests of Fiordland, discovering the thermal activity of Rotorua or eating a meat pie in a provincial town, the following tips will help you have a safe and enjoyable New Zealand trip. Being sure your New Zealand Visa is in order before you go, learning some Maori etiquette, and being ready for the changeable weather are all important to get the most out of your trip.

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Jasan S. Morozov

"I don't need to chill, I'm always frosty"

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Race: Hagspawn

Blood Type: B+

Height: 5’7

Weight: 230 lbs

Birthday: December 18th

Personality: Cheerful, curious, slightly mischievous, whimsically cold

Likes: Cold weather, wolves, nature, finding magical lore, avalanches

Dislikes: Hot weather, Iron, fire, despoiling nature

Background

Jasan S. Morozov is the child of a powerful ice hag and a mortal huntsman. Raised mostly by his mother who taught him the secrets of winter and herbs. Though his mortal father had a large hand in his raising teaching him how to survive in the wilds and use his wits to get ahead. Now of age he was sent by his mother to make his own way in the world. Now Jasan roams the world calling upon the power of nature and winter to help or hinder, whatever feels more fun at the moment. Unbeknown to him though his mother is watching out with dark plans in mind.

Personalty

Jasan is a cheerful fae. Due to his father having a major part of his life unlike other Hagspawns he has more empathy and able to more easily blend into civil society, and has a great child like wonder for the wider world especially where nature is involved. He has a soft spot for children often taking time to entertain the children of towns he travels through via conjuring snow or minor illusions to delight.

However as warm as he heart can be his blood is still of that of an Ice Hag and can be rather petty, sadistic, and cruel. As with all hags, he takes delight in suffering of others especially by his hand, and has very little qualms using the powers of ice and snow to bury someone under an avalanche of spells. When feeling particularly vigorous he'll often assume the shape of a wolf to hunt on his own or to assist. Though he does try to temper his hag's impulses for pettiness by doing more harmless prank and reminding himself it is 'impolite' to laugh at someone getting stabbed.

Jasan has a deep love of snow and winter, but also of nature in general. One of the few things that will raise his hackles is nature being despoiled, or nature being thrown out of balance. And to those who earn his friendship he is often friendly if slightly 'whimsically indifferent', such as leaning onto a friend while saying he doesn't want to be there and refusing to leave. Much like a cat.

Powers

Lore of Winter - His greatest power is his mastery over snow and ice, being able to conjure snow out of the air and flinging icicles as spears. With concentrated effort he's even able to summon elemental creatures of ice to aid him, or by expending his magical reserves able to create a localized blizzard. Though his magic is more tailored to controlling the field than direct damage

Lore of Druidism - Though not as pronounced he's well verse in healing magic that comes from nature, and of alchemy being able to find a use for root, leaves, and other parts of nature to make powerful healing salves, or able to conjure simple fruit and water for rations. He also knows how to talk to animals and turn into them, though he can only currently turn into a wolf, rabbit, or a sparrow

Hagspawn - Being the child of an Ice Hag his skin is always cool to touch. He can freely walk through snow and ice in thin clothing without ill effect, and where deep snow may slow down others it doesn't for him. He's also able to draw more magical power from naturally cold wintry areas.

Survival Training - Lessons from his father helped him learn how to trap animals, forage for food, fish, and how to gut what you catch and make it into food. He's also a halfway decent cook.

Equipment

Graystaff - His staff is a gift from his mother, and it helps him focus his power and spells to be greater, though only for spells that use Winter or conjure food. It's his prize possession

Strengths

Immunity to cold weather conditions

Great spell caster for controlling the field or healing others depending on what's needed

Great knowledge on how to survive in the wilds and hunting as well as curative plants

Cheerful and whimsical

Weaknesses

Extremely hot weather saps his energy and motivation

Iron itself burns him due to his Fae nature

Limited uses of being able to turn into an animal, and his animal forms aren't that impressive

Easily distracted by handsome or hunky men

Has conflicting emotions between his mortal father's kindness and his hag mother's cruelty

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january 19, 2024

I've been terrible about keeping up with this journal! At first, the time felt like it passed so slowly, and now I'm 20+4! Much of pregnancy is waiting, anyway.

Second trimester has been lovely so far! The exhaustion and nausea I was feeling has gone away, and I'm back to sewing. Due to my growing size, however, I'm dealing with some other symptoms — achy hips/back, and needing to use the bathroom constantly. Also I hate that I can hardly fit into my old clothes — jeans were out of the question months ago. I'm sewing myself a couple of skirts and dresses to help me feel more feminine and presentable; I've been wearing nothing but t-shirts, sweatshirts, leggings, and sneakers for weeks now. Also hoping the weather warms up soon; I thought being pregnant in winter would be nice because I could bundle up in my oversized wool sweaters, but I can't stand the feeling of wool now! And the bulkiness of sweaters makes me look fatter than ever. I'm really looking forward to springtime.

Some highlights from the last few weeks:

My OB panel came back great. So did the NIPT, and my carrier testing. No issues so far! Baby was confirmed to be a boy on the NIPT.

Rob and I got married on December 12 with our friends Johnny & Christine! It was very no-frills, the way I always wanted. :) We met up with our old coworker Karen (who is a notary) at Amavida Coffee, had coffee together, and signed our papers. Then, Rob and I went grocery shopping. It was a lovely day!

We announced to our families during Christmas Eve & Christmas Day, showing a picture of an ultrasound I had printed out. Everyone was so happy for me and has given me space, I don't know why I was nervous in the first place. We pulled my dad aside in the garage on Christmas and showed him the ultrasound and he started crying immediately (I've only seen my dad cry two other times in my life — at my cousin's funeral, and when I came home from college to visit for the first time) and told me he didn't think he had ever been so happy, and that he was so proud. I won't ever forget that moment. My mom was also so happy and started tearing up also. I was 17 weeks at that point!

I started feeling him move at 18 weeks, which was incredible. At first, it felt like slight twitching in my low abdomen, but I knew it was him, especially as it got stronger over the next two weeks. Now, I feel him moving every day! Rob was able to feel him kick through my belly last week.

We have our anatomy scan scheduled for next week, so I'm hoping that goes well. After the scan confirms everything is alright, I'll probably finally start buying baby things off my registry.

We're closing on our first house in a week and a half! I don't remember if I already wrote about this in a previous post or not, but we bought a house I had half-jokingly been bugging Rob about for a few weeks. It's so beautiful, I'm excited to get out of this apartment and finally have a home that belongs to us. We've been making so many plans for the landscaping and gardening that I can't wait to get started on. It'll be so nice for our dogs to finally have the yard they deserve, too.

I'm so grateful for Rob, he's really made all my dreams come true. Marriage, a baby, and now a home. He's supported all of my birth plans and decisions during this pregnancy, and has done everything he can to make this experience stress-free. He's already planned and budgeted for me being able to stay at home with our son, and is already seeking out higher-paying jobs (not that he needs one; we'd be doing fine on his current salary alone) so we can have this lifestyle with even more ease. I can't imagine doing any of this with anyone else; I truly don't think I could have picked a better husband, or father of my children. I love him so much. :)

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WINTER 2022 SPECIAL: ❝#33 with Law.❞

[ Fandom: One Piece ] [ Characters: Trafalgar D Water Law ]

「#33 ❝ Hey, cut it out. It’s the holidays.❞ with Law.」

TRAFALGAR D WATER LAW

Be it the New World or the Grand Line, the weather is always unusual and the standard rules of meterology don't apply.  The ocean currents and weather patterns are insanely inconsistent, they can change drastically in an instant. Travelling as a crew member of the Heart Pirates meant that you'd always be underwater. Of course, you'd occassionally resurface when Bepo started complaining about how stuffy and hot it was getting. You often look forward to the moment you would resurface, hoping to see a new and interesting island to explore. The moment an island came to view, Bepo was already waving you over and handing the binoculars to you.

You grew excited at the sight of the bright lights and snow covered paths. Bepo hurried headed back into the ship to inform everyone that its time to land. Not long after, the entire crew emerged from the submarine to admire the scenery and enjoy the fresh air. Law was the last one to step out, showing little to no interest in the island that you have discovered. The sun was already starting to set and he could see the bright lights from the city.

"So, who's going to do the recon this time?" 

"Me! Me! I volunteer!" you waved your arm excitedly.

"Me! I wanna go too!" Bepo raised his paw up high.

The moment you stepped into the island with Bepo, you were in awe with the white the covered rooftops of the building. You adjusted the fluffy winter jacket and rubbed your barehands together. There were children playing around, making snow angels and snowman. In the middle of the city, there stood a large Christmas tree that wasn't visible from the docks. The lights and decoration were just breathtaking and you could feel the festive mood around you as the citizens set up stalls.

After asking around, you and Bepo discovered that the town is going to hold a festival tomorrow to celebrate Christmas. There will be warm food, drinks, dancing, music and games. When you returned to the Polar Tang, you excitedly told the crew about the festival tomorrow and how the island seemed to be pretty friendly towards pirates. Most of them were eager to go to the festival tomorrow, seeing how this is a very rare opportunity. You find yourself happy at the thought of finally enjoying something fun. The New World wasn't as kind as you thought, you had fought many battles and honestly, you all deserved a break.

Especially your captain — boyfriend — Trafalgar Law.

"Law! Let's go to the festival! They have oden!" you barged into his room without even bothering to knock first. Law glanced up from his paperwork to see that you were already properly dressed for the occassion. He didn't understand why you and the crew were so excited over a festival like little kids.

"No, I'm busy." his reply was instant. 

"Surely, you can take a break from work just for tonight!" you tried reasoning. Law continued to ignore you, sorting through his files and pulling out a fresh new paper. You pouted and stomped over towards his desk while he continues to do his work, paying you no attention. Tapping your foot impatiently, you observed as Law began writing down a few things.

"Hey, cut it out! It's the holidays!" you snatched the paper from his hands and placed it in the filing cabinets. Law lightly glared at you, letting out a sigh as he put down his pen onto the table.

"You need to have some fun, yourself!"

"[First Name]-ya! I need to finish listing the items we need to stock up on." he watched you dig through his wardrobe, pushing aside the clothes that did not fit the current season. You then pulled out one of his coat and tossed it onto his lap before pulling him towards the door. 

Before Law knew it, he was already standing at the entrance of the town. Even from this distance, he could hear the laughter of people from the central square. You were going on and on about the exciting things that you're looking forward to. Law could only stare at the scenery in front of him. It reminded him so much about Pleasure Town and Flevance — all the hard things he went through.

He could still recall that day. With each of his steps, the sound of cracking snow reached his ears and all he could see around him was a vast silvery expanse dotted with trees with pointed leaves. Law doesn't forget. The presecution suffered because of the white lead disease. The hatred of people, their restrangement, the wounds they caused. The moment he set foot on this very lively, winter island, all these memories that he would like to forget, just resurfaced one after the other. The quarantine of Flevance, his hometown nicknames the White City, by those people who believed white lead disease was contagious.

The government had abandoned them, as a result, a war broke out. What's more, his father, nother, sister and chruch friends were murdered. The day his town was burnt down and loved ones killed, he decided that he would no longer believe in anything or anyone. The voices was still loud and clear to him. Law blinked twice and looked at the city they Polar Tang had docked on. When he blinked again, he saw a town burning and heard the voices of his family and friends screaming in agony—

"We can just stay inside if you really don't wanna go....." 

”But that doesn’t mean you have to stay. You can just go with Bepo and the others.” he tried reasoning with you.

"It wouldn't be the same....." you mumbled.

For a moment, he stood still like a statue, waiting for his mind to clear up. The first thing he saw was the frown and look of guilt in your eyes. It reminded him of his sister when she accidentally spilled water all over his new medical book. If he wasn't paying attention to you, he would've missed the dejection in your voice. He remembered hearing how excited you were earlier just from the more sight of the bright lights and beautiful decorations.

He lets out a sigh and grabs your hand.

"Let's go." he said, pulling you towards the direction of the town.

"Wait! I thought—" you tried reasoning. Law stopped and turned around to see you looking confused.

"Well, you thought wrong, let's go already." Law cuts you off and tugs at your hand lightly.  

Since he was walking ahead with you following behind, you couldn't see what kind of face he was making but you wonder what made him change his mind. He seemed to be against it earlier and now he's willingly dragging you along. Whatever the reason is, you hope that he's not doing this because he feels forced to do so. Once you both reached the central square, you could spot some of your crew having fun, eating, dancing and singing along with the citizens.

"Hey, captain! I thought you were coming!" Shachi waved at the two of you.

"You decided to leave your nest!" Penguin teased.

"Shut up, [First Name]-ya wanted to go." Law retorted instantly.

"Yeah, yeah, enjoy your date!" Shachi chuckled before disappearing into the crowd with Penguin.

You watched as your two friends continued to mingle in with the crowd. You glanced over at Law, hearing him grumble about the two in annoyance. For a moment, you tried reading his thoughts, wondering what he was thinking. He didn't look like he wanted to be here. Then again, Law was never enthusiastic when it came to parties and events like this. The crew has tried to get Law more involved in parties but he would just avoid being the center of attention and stand at the side. You looked off to the side when he caught youu staring at him.

"What's wrong? Didn't you want to eat some oden? I'm starting to get hungry too." he brought up.

"I do, but! It feels like I'm forcing you to be here."

"Who said you're forcing me? I'm here because I want to be here."

"Really?" your eyes were a bit hopeful when he said that. All the feelings of guilt disappeared after hearing those words. You found yourself smiling when Law nodded in response.

"Then, let's stop stalling around. Let's just go already. I don't want to hear you complain and whine about how it's all sold out." Law replied with a small smirk. You pouted at him andtook charge, grabbing onto his hand and dragging him towards the oden stall.

"Shut up! I'm gonna eat my fill!" you said out loud.

Total: 1454 words Published: 25.11.2022

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Kim Sunwoo - Hands Off [Requested]

softdom!Sunwoo x gf!reader

Request: Sunwoo likes to play with his girlfriend's breasts

Warnings: mentions of bullying, body image, underage drinking, anxiety (very brief), titfucking

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Sunwoo loves you even when you don't feel like loving yourself.

Being well-endowed since puberty hit meant you received a lot of unwanted attention from all genders. Some would pass judgement, calling you desperate for attention; and some would ogle and make lewd comments. This led to you coming to school wearing oversized baggy clothes and even turtlenecks no matter the weather. The less your body was apparent for people to judge, the better, you thought. Except the comments never stopped. You were so sick of your body being the talk of the student population of your small-town high school that you couldn't wait to graduate; and move far away to start afresh in college, where you futilely hoped that people would be more mature about these things.

Moving away for college turned out to be the best decision you made. You made a whole bunch of new, more mature friends who taught you to embrace and appreciate your body. Inappropriate comments from strangers still came your way, but with your new, reliable support system, you learnt to shut them out, and your girlfriends would even try to fight them for you, which made you feel very touched and grateful. Apparently, this sincerity didn't stop with just your good friends. That was also how you met your current boyfriend. Your friends had convinced you to come with them to a party during your first semester, and you allowed them to doll you up, upon much pestering. You were dressed in a nice blouse and skirt, which turned some heads at the party, and though you felt rather self-conscious in the beginning, you loosened up after a few drinks and dances. From there, you didn't care if people paid good or bad attention to you; all you wanted was to have fun with your best friends.

One of your friends introduced you to a gaggle of other first- and second-years, who were very loud and goofy, except for one; who had previously been laughing boisterously along with them until he set his eyes on you. He abruptly stopped laughing when you made eye contact, and you could have sworn he developed a light flush. With pouty lips and dark eyes, and a mop of fluffy black hair, he smiled shyly at you, nodding in acknowledgement and softly introducing himself. His voice was deep and had an attractive drawl and a pleasant raspiness. His name was Sunwoo, and you ingrained it into your memory easily, smiling shyly back at him. You mostly kept to yourself as the rest of them chatted, nursing your drink when a flurry of words and a loud slap shook you. You whipped around to see one of the boys, with cotton-candy hair and sharp feline eyes rubbing his arm and muttering under his breath next to Sunwoo, who was staring at you while whispering something to the boy - Eric, was it?

"Apologize!" Sunwoo hissed, nudging him. You tried to back off but Eric nervously came forward and rubbed his neck sheepishly, stuttering an apology while avoiding your eyes. He didn't specify what he was apologizing for, but you already had an inkling. All your friends were now staring at you, confused as to what had transpired. Unable to handle the stifling awkwardness, you quickly murmured "It's fine, Eric," before speedwalking away to get some fresh air, unaware that a certain dark-haired boy was scurrying after you. You turned to the nearest balcony and hurriedly gulped some fresh air to calm down, all-too-familiar feelings of panic and shame drowning you. You fought back tears, ignoring some of the smokers occupying the same space, who were looking at you with a mixture of confusion and pity. You managed to calm your breathing, and blink back tears, when a figure slowly comes to stand next to you. He doesn't look at you out of courtesy, fixing his gaze straight ahead. "Are you alright?" he asks softly. You nod firmly, trying to seem completely calm. "Eric... sometimes says things without thinking, but I know that's not an excuse. I just want to apologize again, for making you uncomfortable." His voice is gentle and soothing, and you tilt your head to face him, since he was a bit taller.

"It's not your fault, but thanks Sunwoo. And don't worry, parties aren't really my thing, I just came cause my friends were begging me to join them," you chuckle softly, to which Sunwoo gives you a lopsided grin.

"I feel you on that. I'm here to look after my idiot friends."

You share a good laugh, and spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other, but conversation comes easy, like you've known each other for years.

You and Sunwoo's paths seem to cross often, apparently because his faculty was right next to yours, and soon your friend groups merge and become one massive group, and you've even forgiven Eric. Days turned into months, casual meetups turned into lunch and movie dates, and soon you and Sunwoo are constantly switching back and forth staying over at each other's apartments.

Ever since you two started dating and you've gotten used to wearing more comfortable clothes around him, you've noticed him staring at your chest every now and then, but at least he had the decency to look apologetic and embarrassed whenever you catch him. You started to tease him, and he would bashfully hide his face and whine cutely. To get back at you, he'd purposely keep his hands cold and hug you out of nowhere, just to hear you squeal, knowing you're ticklish. Sometimes he'd be even bolder, trailing his hands up your sides and cupping your breasts under your shirt, especially when you walk around the house with no bra on. He'd do it when you're cuddling on the couch watching a movie, or worse, when you're trying to study. You didn't mind it usually, since you appreciated the support from his hands since the weight of your breasts takes a toll on your back, and you weren't fond of wearing a bra 24/7. Except the little shit likes to tease, jiggling them around and squeezing them when he's being extra playful, even grazing your nipples with his fingertips; chuckling lowly in your ear when you gasp or squirm in pleasure.

One night in bed, you confront him jokingly. Your period was on its way soon, and your breasts were feeling extra tender and swollen, something you had complained about, so your dear boyfriend very happily obliged, massaging them gently to ease your discomfort. After a while he gets bored, and starts prodding them, round eyes watching intently as they bounce. You can't help but laugh at how adorably fascinated he looks, so you ask him why he's so enamored by your boobs.

"They're just.. fun to play with, yknow? Bouncy and squishy. Can't help myself okay, you're just so perfect," Sunwoo grumbles, blushing again since he got caught.

"Yeah? What if I lose weight and they get smaller? Will you still like me then?" you ask, feeling rather self-conscious, irrational worries that he only likes you for your assets filling your mind. You try to ignore them, knowing your relationship with Sunwoo was much more than superficial, but trauma and bad memories keep causing you to doubt yourself.

"Of course I would!" Sunwoo gasps, reaching up to hold your face urgently but with such a tender gaze in his eyes. "It's still you, and you'll always be perfect, and I love you no matter what."

Tears welled up in your eyes when he said those words. Few people had treated you with such genuine kindness and you were so grateful to have him as your partner. You squished his cheeks together and pressed a kiss to his lips, surprising him. "I love you too, Sunwoo," you whispered, a small smile on your teary face. A cheeky grin slowly replaces the shock on his face. "Shall I show you just how much I love you?" he drawls, crawling on top of you, making you lay down on the bed. Sunwoo positions you to nestle comfortably against the pillows, helping you take your shirt off afterwards.

Your cheeks start to heat up at Sunwoo's intense gaze raking over your body, and your arms habitually come up to shield your breasts, but he's quick to catch them, gently pulling them away. "Don't be shy. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, inside and out," he murmurs, making you blush even harder. He kisses you deeply, before trailing his lips down, pressing light kisses down your neck and across your chest, gently nipping at the skin just above your right nipple. He resumes massaging your breasts, admiring the way your face scrunches up cutely in pleasure, his warm hands on your skin making you sigh happily. He leans down again, tracing a circle around your areola, making you shiver. He teases you a little more, flicking your hardened nub with his tongue before finally latching on and suckling on it, rubbing it periodically with his tongue. His hands are still massaging your breasts, twisting and tugging on your other nipple.

He pulls off with a satisfied 'pop' when you whine, pleased with how raw and puffy your nipple has become, glistening with an abundance of his spit. He dives back down to subject your other nipple to the same treatment, but this time, his free hand creeps down your tummy and between your thighs. You moan when he grazes your clit with his fingertips, and you can feel his plush lips smirk into your skin, obviously proud of himself. You willingly part your legs, and he dips his middle finger straight into your folds, your juices coating his finger instantly. He raises his head to look at you, eyebrows raised cheekily. "So wet already, babe? Always knew your nipples were so sensitive," he chuckles, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. You shut your eyes, the stimulation of his mouth on your chest and his hand on your pussy clouding your mind. He inserts another finger and pumps you faster while he drags his teeth against your puffy nipple, making you shiver and moan even louder.

He starts leaving hickeys and bites all over your decolletage, looking forward to seeing those pretty marks bloom purple tomorrow morning. Finally, he eases up on his ministrations on your chest, and focused on fucking you hard and fast with his fingers, slamming three digits into your core, gleefully watching the way your breasts jiggle from the impact. He glances up at your face, finding your head tossed back, soft mewls and moans falling from raw, bitten lips. You're clutching the bedsheets in a death grip as Sunwoo starts sucking on your clit as he fingers you. He sucks hard, nudging it with his tongue every so often as he slows down his thrusts, opting to scissor you open and drag his fingertips along your walls, rubbing hard against your g-spot when he finds it, indicated by your shrill yelp. "B-babe, gonna c-cum," you gasp, still writhing in pleasure. "Go on, love, cum for me," he mumbles against your core, and soon you're clenching on his fingers, coating them with your cum, and he continues to fuck you through your climax.

Gasping for air, you wince as he pulls his fingers out, pussy clenching on nothing as you watch him idly put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He smiles lazily at you, telling you how sweet you taste and even gives you a kiss, making you taste yourself. Your cheeks turn crimson again, and you decide you want to return the favor, having felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh when he leaned down to kiss you. You eye the tent in his jeans, and start unbuckling his belt. He looks at you in alarm, grasping your hands to stop you. "Baby, you don't have to do that, this is about you," he smiles gently. You pout at him. "But I wanna help you too! I have an idea that I always wanted to try with you…" Sunwoo takes a moment to consider, making sure you were genuinely comfortable doing so, and his eyes glimmer with anticipation when he nods in agreement. You beam wordlessly at him, helping him out of his jeans and boxers. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of his erect cock.

Sunwoo's dick always made you feel good, whether it was fucking your pussy or your throat, but you always wondered what it would feel like sliding between your bountiful breasts. You pull him up to straddle your chest, and his eyes widen when he realizes what you want him to do. "Really?" he gasps, dick twitching with excitement when you readily nod. He chokes on a moan when you swipe your finger up his cock, gathering his dripping precum to slather it between your breasts. He slowly slides his dick into the valley between your breasts as your hands push them together, making it even tighter around him, and he groans lowly. Sunwoo thrusts shallowly, loving the way the smooth skin of your breasts feels around his aching cock. He begins to take over, his larger, warmer hands replacing yours, squishing your tits together as he rocks his hips faster, becoming addicted to the the feeling. It wasn't much physical stimulation for you, but you felt yourself getting hot again watching his face contort in pleasure, his tightening grip on your tender, sensitive breasts rather arousing. You can't look away, mesmerized by how good he looks with his lower lip caught between his teeth, grunting softly as he uses your tits to get himself off.

"You look so hot like this Sunwoo," you murmur, your hand resting on his thigh as he continues to piston his hips. He barks out a breathless laugh, "Have you looked at yourself properly? You're fucking gorgeous, babe, don't you ever forget that. Although, I'm down to remind you all the time." he winks. You smirk at him, and your hands come up to squeeze his muscular ass, the same way he likes to squeeze your boobs. He's got a nice butt, you had to admit, toned and sculpted from years of various sports, and it was your weakness the same way your breasts were his. He moans louder when he feels you groping his ass, hips stuttering as he approaches his climax. He throws his head back as he fucks erratically, squishing your tits even tighter together and you keen at the rough treatment. You coax him in a soft whisper to cum all over your tits, and soon he does, painting your chest white as his hips slow down, and he's gasping for air. A little bit of his cum has spurted onto your lips, but you willingly lick it up and smile up at him, your hands still soothingly rubbing his cheeks as he comes down from his high.

You grab some wet tissues from your bedside drawers and clean up your chest as best as you could, wiping away all the cum before Sunwoo flops next to you, resting his head on your chest the way he usually loves to. You lay there in comfortable silence for a while more, stroking his hair and you feel him smile into your skin, his finger absentmindedly tracing the hickeys he's left across your breasts. Maybe going to that party all those months ago was the best decision you ever made (second only to moving here for college), and maybe you and Sunwoo finally get out of bed to shower, and maybe you go for a second round in the bathroom, filling the steamy air with echoes of wet skin slapping and soft proclamations of 'I love you's.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

White Christmas

Winter Whumperland: Day 4. Holiday Lights Show (comfort prompt)

Fandom: Press Play, Harrison Knott, gn!reader

Summary: Since moving to Hawaii a few years ago, you have missed the cold and snow, especially around Christmas time. Your boyfriend Harrison finds a solution to this problem.

Word Count: 1645

TW: Fluff, Pure fluffy fluff

He didn’t tell you where you were going. He just said he would pick you up at 7 in front of your house. Harrison was always surprising you with things like this and he had never disappointed before. So, as soon as you got home from work, you changed clothes and made sure to be standing on the curb at precisely 7 o’clock to wait for him.

At 7:02, your boyfriend’s car turned the corner and pulled to a stop in front of you. Harrison quickly jumped out of the car and hurried to your side.

Pressing a quick kiss on your lips, he said, “I’m sorry I’m late. I had to pick up something and the line was longer than expected.”

“I was just about to give up on you and go back inside,” you teased. “But I guess I can let it slide this once.”

He grinned as he took your hand and led you over to the car. “Thank god. But I think you will agree the wait was worth it.”

He opened your door and waited while you climbed into the car. Once situated, he slammed it shut and walked to the driver’s side. You noticed two Starbucks cups nestled in his cup holders, steam still rising from the holes in the lids.

After Harrison climbed into the car and shut the door, you wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and drew him into another kiss. When you parted, you muttered, “You were right. It was worth it. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it. Front one’s yours,” he said, nodding to the cups as he started the car.

Removing it from the holder, you raised the cup to your lips and took a tiny sip. The liquid was very hot and you only got a fleeting taste, but you could tell instantly it was perfect. Your exact favorite order down to the last detail. 

Harrison glanced over as you attempted to take another sip. “Did I do good?”

Whipping some stray liquid off of your lip, you nodded. “You did fantastically! Though, isn’t it a little hot out for this?”

Though it was the middle of December and at night, it was still currently over 70℉ (21℃) outside. While you weren’t complaining about the constant warm weather, you did sometimes miss the snow from your childhood, especially as it drew closer to Christmas. It was what you missed the most since you moved to Hawaii a few years ago. Christmas Day spent in shorts and a t-shirt still felt wrong to you.

But Harrison just smiled coyly. “I think it’ll be fine.”

When you tried to press him for more information, he told you to just wait and see. So, you flipped on the radio before settling back in your seat. Christmas music began playing and soon Harrison was singing along softly. 

Resting your head against the passenger door, you closed your eyes as you let his voice drift over you. He wasn’t exactly what you would call a traditionally good singer, but there was something about the low timber of his voice that always put a smile on your face and left you wanting more. But today, between the warmth in your stomach from the drink and the long hours at work, you soon found yourself drifting off to sleep.

The next thing you knew, you felt something lightly brush your cheek. Then Harrison’s lips slid closer to your ear as he muttered, “Wake up, sweetheart. We’re here.”

Your eyes fluttered open to find Harrison’s face just inches from yours. Smiling softly, you mumbled, “Sorry about that. I guess I was more tired than I thought.”

Harrison sat back in his seat. “That’s okay. It just added to the surprise.” 

As he opened his car door and climbed out, you looked out of your window to see where you were. The car was parked in a fairly full parking lot outside of a large building. It looked like a stadium or convention center of some kind but there were no visible signs around to give you more information.

Your door opened and Harrison helped you out of the car. He reached back in and grabbed both drinks before handing yours to you. The cup was still warm to the touch though you didn’t see any steam rising from it anymore. So you probably hadn’t been asleep for that long.

You started to follow the other people around you as they headed towards the building, but Harrison grabbed your elbow and gently guided you towards the back of the car. Opening the back hatch, he said, “We’re gonna want these.”

You stared in bewilderment as he revealed two fairly heavy jackets, two pairs of gloves, and two beanies. He handed one of each to you before pulling his beanie down over his wavy locks with a grin. Glancing around, you noticed for the first time that the other people in the parking lot were similarly dressed, all bundled up for the sort of weather that never occurred here. Even more confused than before, you decided to just go with it and you put on the jacket Harrison offered you. 

After putting on the gloves and letting Harrison put your beanie on for you, the two of you headed towards the entrance of the building walking hand-in-gloved-hand while also carrying your drinks. When you reached the building, Harrison grinned as the two of you approached the automatic door, his eyes never leaving your face as he waited to see your reaction to whatever this place was. With a deep breath, you took a step forward and the doors slid open.

Immediately, you were hit in the face by a freezing blast of air, much colder than was usual for public buildings. But it made sense the second you stepped through the door. There was a ticket booth just in front of you with a sign that read “Welcome to Santa’s Winter Wonderland”. Beyond the booth, you saw snow (or some artificial variety) drifting slowly down from the ceiling in the main lobby that was connected to a dozen or so different areas all dedicated to different activities: ice skating, snowman building, a display of ice sculptures, indoor snowball fights, a reindeer petting zoo, Mrs. Claus’s milk and cookies, meet Santa. It was almost too much to take in all at once.

You could feel Harrison’s eyes still on you and you turned to him, your mouth slightly agape. “What is this place?”

“Apparently, you aren’t the only one who wishes Hawaii got more traditional Christmas weather. So, this place gives you the chance to do all that cold, snowy, winter stuff right here. And the best part is when we’re done, I don’t have to deal with driving home in the snow,” he teased.

Tears began to fill your eyes but you quickly brushed them away. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you squeezed Harrison tightly. “Thank you. This is amazing! It’s all the things I miss about the holiday season all in one place.” Releasing him, you looked wildly around the room. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“It’s completely up to you. This place closes at midnight after a big light display.” He slid his hand into yours. “So, for the next four-ish hours or so, show me what it’s like to have a white Christmas.”

And show him you did. You decided to start by looking at the ice sculptures as the two of you sipped on your drinks. Once they were empty, you dragged Harrison to the ice skating rink though he gave up after only a few minutes. He decided he was much better on the waves than the ice. But you never felt his eyes leave you as you continued to twirl and race around the rink on your own. Then the two of you challenged a few teenagers to a snowball fight that you lost horribly. It turned out there was more of a learning curve than Harrison expected when figuring out how to make a decent snowball and the two of you left that area soaking wet but laughing. Despite Harrison’s difficulties with snowball making, the two of you then built a pretty decent looking snowman. You chose two bright blue buttons for its eyes and joked that it took after Harrison.

Though there was still more you wanted to do, it was getting close to midnight and an announcement was made that the holiday light show was about to begin. The crowd had thinned out as the night went on and there weren’t that many other people left which allowed the two of you to find a secluded spot in the corner to sit and watch the upcoming display.

As the lights began to dim around the room, you leaned your head against Harrison’s shoulder. “Thank you for this.”

He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you in closer to his side. “I know how much you’ve missed the cold and snow for Christmas. And while I might not have been able to give you the real thing, I thought you might enjoy the closest thing Hawaii has to offer.”

“It was perfect. For the first time since I moved here, it really feels like the holidays again. And the best part was that I got to share it with you.” 

You reached up and pressed your lips to Harrison’s just as the first light display shimmered to life, casting the room in the bright glow of reds and greens. Harrison smiled against your lips and kissed you back so lovingly that you felt a warmth in your chest despite the cold.  

Though neither of you could later recall any specifics from the light show itself, you both agreed it was your favorite part of the night.

[izaanagi]

“darling, dearest,dicked„

※ Your colleague Suguru invites you over to his house to spend the night because it is raining, you don’t have an umbrella and his house is relatively nearer.

pairing: getou suguru x f!reader

⊘ warnings: mdni! mature content; slightly possessive behaviour; mentions of:fingering; nipple play; unprotected and rough sex; oral sex.

wc: 2.1k

a/n: interactions are welcome and very much appreciated.

It’s raining when you step out of the office; it’s honestly concerning how hard it is pouring down, especially because it’s starting to get chilly at night - and it seems like the world came to a halt. It would be a simple, no matter Tuesday if only your damn Metro card would work, you had an umbrella and your shoes weren’t soaked to the bone. It feels like a plot against you. It’s when you are on the verge to splurge on a taxi fare ride, that you hear a voice, getting nearer and nearer and shouting your name.

You see Getou Suguru stopping his run, hands on his knees, framing kneeled and panting. He clearly run over to you, and before you can ask yourself why, he straightens and his gaze rounds you from bottom to top. His gaze is intense, and his eyes are mesmerizing: you feel your whole body shiver under his stare. His hair is messy, and dark locks of it hang around his man-bun, in the way he styles it when he works. Clearly, he just got out of the office.

“Oh thank God, I thought you didn’t hear me,” he blurts, blushing a bit, and scratching his neck. You smile at him, because he is just adorable. “I did hear you, Getou-San,” you bow a bit, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Getou is absolutely stunning, and every fit that he owns just clings to him smooth skin and his toned body - and you can’t help but just lose your reason, for a split second, when he looks at you like that, as if nothing else matters. He smiles softly at you and then points at the street, on which there are still a few taxis running around. “Were you going to burn half of your monthly income on one of those?” he candidly asks, and while that should not come as surprise, you still feel yourself blushing, conscious of how you must look to his eyes: wet, disheveled and desperate. You shrug. “Better that than staying out here.” He is amused, and both of you are getting soaked - entirely because you both forgot to check the (wrong) forecast.

“Can’t deny that. But instead of spending money you could save towards those cute little earrings you always ogle on a taxi ride, given that you do manage to catch one, why don’t you repair yourself at my apart? It’s behind the corner of the block, and you could just wait the rain out,” he drops like nothing. Your mind gets racing about the implication of such an offer, but then you remember how this is Getou , an outstanding citizen and a man who eats respect and responsibility for breakfast. Maybe his offer it’s not so bad, just a little unusual. “Could I really do that?” you ask gingerly, and see Getou just smiling. “But of course. Don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favourite in the office, so it would a pleasure of mine offering a safe and warm place in this weather,” Getou says while looking around, through the thick courtain has formed around you. Warm sounds nice at the moment, especially because he is getting soaked because of you, and that can’t absolutely do. So you nod and Getou takes your wrist to drag you along, as fast as your legs allow it.

When you cross the entrance, and a your fingers go numb from the difference in the temperature between inside and outside, you sigh of relief. Getou’s apartment is clean, neat and warm exactly as he promised. It’s a bit impersonal, but you pay no mind. As soon as you get home, Getou throws every wet cloth on the tile floor, exposing his wet skin and his defined back. He goes inside a room and comes out holding a towel in one hand, and the other over his shoulders. “I figured you might need one,” he says while holding out the fluffy towel. “The bathroom is the second door over there,” he indicates a wooden door at the end of the corridor. You follow the simple instructions, when you notice that if you take off your damp clothes, you’ll be left in your panties and bra, which while comfortable, is not entirely decent to do to a colleague’s house. “Getou-san! I am so sorry to ask this, but could I use the drier to hang my clothes?” you ask sheepish. But nothing comes as an answer. Then you hear a knock on the door, and Getou saying that he is leaving some clothes for you outside. You notice right away how big they look on you. They smell the same way Getou does, money and vanilla detergent.

When you finally step out the bathroom, Getou is sitting on the sofa, with the remote in hand and house wear which should be illegal in several different countries. You swallow a lump in your throat and approach Getou on the couch, when he lands his eyes on you. You feel the air changing and his pupils dilate. His gaze is fixed on your figure swallowed up by his large clothes, and he seems outwardly shaken. He shakes his head and pats the space near himself. “I hope you’re a bit warmer than you were when I found you,” he says, eyes on the screen in front of the couch, carefully avoiding yours. “Oh yeah, thank you so much Getou-San,” you answer right away. You are a bit nervous, and Getou’s hands on his knees are distracting. “You could call me Suguru, you know? After all, we are not in the office anymore,” he glances at you, hesitant but also hopeful. It feels a bit weird, but you nod and say “Thank you Suguru-san, then.” He smiles at you, and you feel a tad more comfortable, enough to set yourself on the sofa and close your eyes.

You must have dozed off, and taken Suguru’s space in the meantime, as you find yourself pressed against his chest, laying on him, while his head is bent to the side, intent to watch the motioned images of a TV program. He looks at you and your eyes go wide, you blush and start squirming around in order to put yourself in a seated position, with little success. Suguru’s hand is still on your waist, and he does not seem intent on letting you go. 

“Suguru-san? I am so sorry for falling asleep on you,” you fumble, but Suguru is staring at you vacantly - and it’s then that you notice something hard pressing on your thigh. Something that definitely isn’t the remote, still in Suguru’s hand, nor both of your phones laying on the table. “You don’t really realise, do you?” He asks. You shake your head. You hear him sigh deeply. “Of the damn effect you have on me.” He moans out. “Your hair sweeping those shoulders, the way you puck your lips, those swaying hips, your nipples peaking out of your shirt,” he blurts out calmly, like a man inside a brewing storm, “they just drive me crazy.” You have no idea of what you are doing. You are in a man’s apartment, a man who is objectively attractive and who you masturbated thinking of, wearing his clothes and currently on top of him. “Suguru-san…” you try. But he shakes his head. “I’m sorry to say, but I won’t be able to control myself if you stay here any longer. It stopped raining a while ago.” He looks pained while saying those words. So you take courage and try to be forward. “Do, mh, do you..want to do something about it?” You ask with the timid tone you can manage. Your head is spinning, and the hard dick pressing on you isn’t helping. You can already feel your panties getting wetter by the second, and your nipples are way past being hard. You wonder how is Suguru not noticing the response of your body. But then his gaze turns fiery, and then cold. “My darling, I won’t be holding out much longer. If you don’t get out of here in the span of few minutes, I..” He takes a deep breath. “I, have little control over myself when it comes to you. I want you - and I want you now even more. So yes, I do want to do something about my hard cock down there, but I am not going to force you, and I don’t want you to feel obliged to do anything just because I become unreasonable when you touch me.” But you are not even listening anymore, so you just take off your shirt, revealing your naked breasts, and feel Suguru’s breath hitch. “I want you too, Suguru-san,” you hear yourself says and the next thing you know is Suguru licking your pink bud, feeling heat pooling in your lower abdomen. He sucks on your left nipple, with you still straddling him. His hands are everywhere, and there is no space between you anymore. A hand ends up twisting you nipple so hard you whimper, so Suguru soothes the pain with his tongue. He pinches and then sucks on your stiff nipples so many times you lose count. You can feel hands and tongue, lapping everything they can. You don’t even notice how his hand ends up in your wet panties, and without teasing just penetrate your cunt. It makes you gasp, and Suguru takes up a rhythm of his fingers going in and then going out, faster until he sucks on your nipple so hard that you cum. But he does not care, and puts a second finger in. Even that, however, is not enough. Your pussy is pulsating, cum flowing out but the presence of Suguru’s hands inside of you do not let your relax enough. You feel the heat already forming, and you can’t help but moan. 

“You are so pretty,” Suguru lets out and breathes right into your ear, making your pussy clench around his fingers. Suguru breath is ragged, and you feel him taking a breath in. 

“My darling,” he sighs putting his head on your shoulder and pressing a feather light kiss on your exposed skin “I am about to cum right here if you do that again,” he says seriously. “Please cum, Suguru-san,” you tell him and inadvertently your hand squeezes lightly his clothed cock, swollen. You put your hand inside of his joggers, just to feel pre cum pooling on his tip, no boxers hiding his bulge. Water pools in your mouth, but you a want, a need to feel him inside you overwhelms you. 

“Please fuck me, Suguru-san,” you tell him. And you don’t have to repeat it twice. 

You feel Suguru taking off his pants, his member springing free, the prettiest shade of red in his full glory. He takes off your pants all the way, and does not care about aligning himself, that he slams into you. His grip on your hips is harsh, bruising, but when he starts pounding into you, his mouth colliding with yours for the first time you lose the sense of time. You just feel his cock slamming into you, one, two, three times, so deep that his balls touch your sensible points every time Suguru goes in. The couch is large enough, but you still feel Suguru on you, fucking into your cunt violently, lips not leaving yours. Your hips start moving as well, welcoming Suguru’s cock as deep as you can, length swallowed up in the red hole of your pussy so good. “You take me so well my dear,” he whispers at you, before moving his mouth to suck on your left nipple. He fastens his pace, and reaches the point inside you at which you can’t do anything else but scream. You usually never scream, and moan rarely but Suguru’s cock inside you and his mouth of your breast is enough to drive you to the edge. Then it’s a question of moments that you feel yourself fall and explode on Suguru’s dick, right before he pulls out to cum on your stomach, with shots ending up to your breasts and chin. You milk him until the end, and feel him shiver a few times, before he gathers the spilt cum and takes it to your lips, which you lap up. 

“Suguru-san, I..”you try to complete a sentence with meaning, but nothing comes out of you. Your pussy feels drilled in, and you are pretty sure your hips are bruised, exactly like your nipples, which have never felt so cared for. You want to do it again. Now.

“Please fuck me again,” you then hear yourself say. Suguru smiles and then lowers himself just a bit. “If you let me eat you out first,” he says, licking the cum and penetrating your hole with his tongue. “You can do whatever you want with me, Suguru-san.”

He heads up, and blows on your hot and wet cunt. 

“With great pleasure.”

[uuujeewriting]

you can do it! [albedo, kaeya, childe, zhongli and diluc]

s/o has been going through a depressive episode and lacks motivation to finish their work and is getting anxiety because of it

tw: none, mentions of depression/anxiety, nothing too much. fluffy comfort <3

albedo x gn!reader, kaeya x gn!reader, childe x gn!reader, zhongli x gn!reader, diluc x gn!reader

a/n: self indulgent bc i'm way behind school and in the middle of a depressive episode so motivation's been lacking ;-; hope you guys are having a good week tho!

i would like to clarify that if any of these scenarios/hc's of mine are similar to other writers' works, it is unintentional and i apologize

albedo

oh? unmotivated you say.. self depricating thoughts? intrusive ones too?

albedo was never one to mope around when he was stuck on some problem he's yet to puzzle together, but seeing you exhausted, anxious and so... dull–he desperately wants to take all your worries away

he's a bit slow, failing to realize your depressive episode for a few days. as it prolongs, he notices how you seem to talk down to yourself and give up easily

sometimes, you don't even start work at all

this is due to your anxiety, he assumes as you think you're incapable of finishing or doing the work satisfactorily enough.

pulling you into an embrace from behind as you work on the projects you've been stuck on for the past few weeks, he gently whispers into your shoulder

"darling, have you been alright recently? are you in need of assistance?" he asks

he presses a loving kiss on your neck and you stifle a chuckle

"it's that apparent, no? i've been under the weather for quite a while now.."

as you explain your reasons and all your troubles to his end, he nods and hums ever so often

"you must be feeling drained, hm? well, frankly enough, i seem to need a break myself."

"eh? albedo where-!!”

he pulls you away from your working place and carries you to the couch, laying you down gently as he smiles at you

"aside from your unmotivated self, i reckon you need reassurance for those intrusive thoughts of yours."

and that, ladies, gentlemen and folks, is how you end up cuddling with albedo until the sun sets and you fall asleep

bask in the comfort of his words as he calls you his everything and more :')) <333

kaeya

my, oh my. what's gotten into his precious little love?

he's sharp, quite easily takes notice to your frantic and dim self.

he sees you sitting outside, head in your hands and sighs leaving your lips every now and then

unbeknownst to you, he creeps behind you and presses a careful peck on the nape of your neck, causing you to flinch and look back quickly

he was about to laugh at your cuteness, but as soon as he's reminded of your troubled state, he sits beside you and takes your face into his hands

sir we're in the plaza-

"oh archons, why is my sunshine so dim these days?" he pouts

rip u probably after this

"kaeya.. well, you see-"

and as you explain your current doubts and anxieties, he strokes your cheeks softly and looks into your eyes fondly

when you're finished, he nods and presses a light kiss on your forehead, a silent promise to accompany and help you on your endeavors to face your troubles

"i'll always be here for you, my love. if there's anything i can help you with, do not hesitate to come into my arms, hm?"

"noted, mr. suave"

jkjk o r a m i

he laughs and kisses you on the edge of your mouth

"what say you we head into the tavern for a bit? you could use some relaxation, right?"

as if you had a choice other than to say yes

childe

this man would know the second it started

having a bunch of siblings has its benefits huh

when he walks into your shared room and sees you on the edge, tears brimming your eyes he sits you down on your bed

"hey, hey.. i'm here, it's alright."

as you cry in his embrace, he rocks you gently, shushing you softly in an attempt to hinder your tears

"you can tell me if you're up for it, honey. i'm never too busy for you."

"i-it's just that-"

mhm. oh? why, how dare they treat you so harshly. really? why must you have to be burdened so heavily?

he acknowledges your struggles and worries with gentle strokes and brushing through your hair

"you have it really rough, don't you? ah well, nothing we can do but-"

"childe?"

he stands up and leaves the room for a second

he comes back with food, drinks, your favorite clothing of his, a scented candle you bought and some books you have yet to finish reading

the action warms your heart as you sniffle and smile at your lover

as soon as he lays down with you, prepare to never see daylight again as he won't let go for the longest, and i mean longest time ever

"i love you, y/n. you're strong and don't let anything, not even yourself, make you think otherwise."

zhongli

dearest, must life be so unfair to you? why you out of all people?

zhongli is wise–he knows something is bothering you when it does. that being said, he isn't sure whether or not he should approach you so directly

especially if it seems like a sensitive topic

instead, in your depressive state and anxious fiddling, he calls you over to him

he pulls you into his lap as he takes your face into his hand and kisses you tenderly

"my dear, has anything been bothering you? might i offer my hand in dealing with them?"

you'd think kaeya's mr. suave then this man pops up with his broke ass

"as a matter of fact.."

as you go on and state your dealings and troubles, he listens with an almost solemn look

he looks at you with utmost affection and concern when you finish

"the terrains of life have been steep and intimidating, you have been very commendable for braving through these, my dearest."

he places his lips onto your own and strokes the back of your head lovingly

for a reserved man, zhongli easily expresses his affection for you in multitudes of ways

his kisses being one of them

after parting your lips, he peppers your face with his kisses and you laugh quietly at his ministrations

"might i suggest a quick stroll to take your mind off things?"

you agree, thinking that once you head home, you'll be back to work with a clearer mind

little did you know mr. no money in his pockets got a liiiittle surprise for you as you won't be returning to your work any time soon :DDDD

by 'surprise' i mean he's taking you out to dinner

yall nasties

diluc

diluc is a busy man, dealing with a winery and all

along with his night profession (which he has only admitted to you and the traveling duo)

you did your best to hide your troubled self and aid him in his work, but you can only hold the facade for so long before it eats you up inside

when you break, he is slightly taken aback but is quick to comfort you

he sees you shaking and situates you on his couch as he sits beside you, rubbing your back as you curl into his figure

he's very warm

"sweetheart, would you mind telling me the problem?" he asks

he waits for an answer as you're still trying to find the words

"diluc, i'm sorry for bothering you.. i know you have plenty on your schedule and-”

"y/n, you're my top priority, no matter what. my work is nothing compared to what you mean to me."

and it's true, you're really his top priority

woohoo !! :DD

when you explain your anxieties and doubts to diluc, he's very understanding and listens to you earnestly

"-and that's why i've been so.. down, let's put it."

he strokes your face and presses his forehead to your own, looking you in the eye softly

he pulls you in tighter and closer, pressing kisses to your jawline and below your ear

"thank you for expressing your troubles with me, my love. i'm sorry for not noticing earlier."

"no need, love, you're very busy and i can't thank you enough for taking the time to understand me."

he pulls away for a second and shakes his head

"again, my work is nothing compared to you. i am willing to put aside all my responsibilities for a week in order to ensure your happiness."

uh wh a t

"ah," you laugh concerned, "sure–"

"which is what we're going to be doing this week." he smiles

welp. no turning back now

enjoy ur week with the redhead you utter s i m p

[bxngchxn]

Elevated || h.js

pairing: jisung x female!reader

wc: 2.85k 

genre: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, college!skz

warnings: explicit content, fingering (f recieving)

description: stuck in an elevator with the cute boy from science class? you’re curious as to how the situation will escalate.

a/n: i am so sorry i said i’d post this last night and i never did but i am here to make it up to you (also some other works coming soon! keep a look out)

send me an ask if you’d like to be on the tag list!

this is a work of fiction and not meant for anyone under the age of 18

You really hate Mondays.

They’re always the longest, and for some reason things happen to go incredibly wrong on the first day of the week. Always.

Waking up and realizing you only have 10 minutes to get dressed and get to class, running across campus seems to be the only option if you want to make it there on time. The professor is strict, and won’t let you in even if you’re only a minute late to class.

You ignore the weird looks you get from students as you sprint across campus, just wanting to make sure today doesn’t get any worse.

The door to your classroom is already shut, and you know that if you try to walk in now, you’re going to be yelled at by the professor and kicked out anyway. It’s not a surprise to you, with the morning you’ve had, you kind of expected things to continue downhill.

Now having some extra time to kill, you head to the school cafe for a cup of (desperately needed) coffee, and then the library for some extra studying for your anatomy class that you’re going to walk into within the next hour and a half. It was your hardest class, and easily the most stressful one as well.

Luckily, your study session went uninterrupted and with no hiccups. Looking at your watch and realizing you need to get moving, you stand up from your spot at the library table only for a student walking by to knock into you, spilling your remaining coffee on your shirt. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you ask in your head, telling the girl who ran into you that it was fine, and that you’re okay once she started apologizing profusely. Of course, now not only are you running late again, but you have a giant coffee stain on your shirt.

“Are you alright?” You hear someone chuckle next to you, and you look to your left and see Han Jisung, looking at you with concern but also a slight bit of humor in his eyes. 

You’ve spoken to him a few times, the two of you sharing your anatomy class. He’s cute, you think, with his bright smile and energetic attitude. You also had a few mutual friends, Seungmin and Changbin, so you had heard more about him than you’ve actually spoken to him.

“Yeah, Jisung, I’m just fine. Thank you for asking,” you quip back, and he arches an eyebrow at you out of curiosity.

“Seems like someone rolled out the wrong side of the bed today,” he says, and it makes you pout. “What makes you say that?” you say while looking away from him grumpily. “No reason, just saw you sprinting through campus out the window this morning, plus you’re like..covered in coffee” he says nonchalantly, and it makes you want to smack him. You both need to get to class though, and the thought makes you groan. “Ugh there’s no way I’ll be able to get to my apartment and change in time..” you say to yourself, looking down at the giant coffee stain on your shirt.

“Here,” Jisung says, and you look up to see him taking off his hoodie and handing it to you. “Jisung I can’t, it’s really okay I’ll just change after class,” you tell him. He shakes his head, and shoves the hoodie into your hands. “I don’t want you to have to sit through class like that,” he says. You slip the hoodie on over your shirt, relishing in the scent of his cologne and how it makes your head spin just a little bit.

Not wanting the coffee to stain the inside of Jisung’s hoodie, you quickly maneuver your arms inside the oversized piece of clothing, and take your shirt off while making sure Jisung’s hoodie still covers you. Pulling your coffee stained shirt out from the neck hole of the hoodie, you look at Jisung who is staring at you with wide eyes. Before you can laugh at his state of shock, Jisung speaks up. “Let’s go, we’re gonna be late!” He says, making his way towards the library exit.

You have no other choice but to follow him because he’s right, class is going to start and you’re not even in the science building. He notices you lingering behind and grabs your hand, leaving you completely shocked as he decides to take off once he steps foot outside, with you in tow. You try to keep up with him, stumbling over your feet while yelling at him to slow down, although it seems like he isn’t going to.

You make it inside the science building and book it up the stairs, praying that you’re not late. Seems as this time, luck is on your side. You and Jisung make it inside the classroom not thirty seconds before the professor does. The two of you exchange victory smiles, still catching your breath while the professor starts the lecture.

You tried to stay focused, but your eyes continued to wander towards Jisung every now and again. He managed to sit right where the sun was shining through the windows, and to put it quite frankly, his beauty was distracting. His tan skin seemed to be glowing, and he would bite his lip in concentration every now and again as he copied the notes from the board. Something about the way his lips looked made you want them against your own, and you were taken aback by your thoughts. You hadn’t even had a real conversation with him until two hours ago, and now you were thinking about kissing him? What is this feeling?

Your eyes move from focusing on his lips to his hands, watching the way they move as he takes notes. You can’t help but imagine what those hands would feel like on your body. His hoodie was warm enough, but you were sure his hands were something else.

You hear Jisung laugh quietly, and your eyes shoot up from their current focus to realize that Jisung had caught you staring at his hands. Your cheeks flush a bright red, and you turn your head back to the front of the classroom, hoping he’ll ignore it later.

“Well, thank god my classes are done for the day,” you say once you realize Jisung is waiting for you after lecture is over. Your cheeks are still a little pink, and you’re just waiting for the boy to make a joke about your obvious staring. Jisung laughs, too, and the sound makes you feel a little lighter. “Yeah I know right? Especially since the weather is getting cooler and I seem to have lost a hoodie,” he quips, and you playfully smack him on the arm. The playful smirk on his face sets something off inside of you, but you try and ignore it as much as possible.

“I told you I didn’t need it!” you say, and he shakes his head. “It’s alright, you don’t need to worry about it,” He insists, but it still doesn’t sit right with you. “No, no I feel bad. Here, come to my place really quick? I’ll change out of this and throw my shirt in the wash so you can have this back,” you ask him. “Well, I think I have some time...” he says playfully. You roll your eyes and lead him in the direction of your apartment building.

On the walk to your apartment, you get to talk to Jisung more than you ever have before.You definitely regret not getting to know him sooner. The stories you’ve heard about him definitely don’t do him justice, either. He’s really quick witted-- able to make you laugh harder than you’ve laughed in awhile. Pair that with his soft brown eyes and his bright smile, he’s basically a knock out.

Once you reach your building, Jisung opens the door for you and it just adds to the tiny feelings you could sense growing in your stomach for this boy. You walk up to the elevator and press the call button, and the presence of Jisung behind you waiting for the elevator makes the hairs on your neck stand up. He was really, really close to you, and you could feel his warmth radiating off of him. Not to mention you were still wearing his hoodie, the smell of his cologne fogging your senses.

The doors open, and you step inside first, turning around to press the button to head to the 9th floor. Jisung follows, standing next to you and leaning against the rail behind him. It’s quiet, but comfortable.

That is, until you hear a weird noise coming from the elevator.

You look up at Jisung to see if he heard it too, and the way his grip tightens on the bar behind him doesn’t go unnoticed by you. The elevator shakes, slightly, and out of reflex you move to grab onto Jisung. His arm goes around your waist, pushing you to him while keeping a hand on the bar holding him steady. Just like you thought, the elevator shakes more strongly and then comes to a stop. The lights go off for a moment, but the backup lights come on almost immediately, bathing the small space in a soft, dull light.

You let go of the breath you were holding once you’re sure the elevator isn’t going to plummet 7 stories. Jisung feels you relax in his hold, and moves away slightly to look at you. “Are you okay?” He asks you for the second time today, except this time his voice is very clearly concerned. “Yes, I’m fine. What happened? How are we gonna get out of here?” You say, checking your phone and realizing you don’t have any cell service.

Jisung steps away from you, letting his arm fall from your waist. You miss the feeling of protection, but watch him anyway as he makes his way over to the elevator door. Taking a look through the gap, you hear Jisung mutter some curses under his breath. “Looks like we’re stuck between floors, which is why your phone isn’t working,” he says, trying to further inspect the situation.

“So what do we do then? Sit here and wait for someone to come save us?” You ask, eyes wide. He shrugs, and turns back to the door. “Hey! Can anyone hear us? We’re trapped in the elevator!” He shouts, and it’s quiet for a moment before a stranger’s voice is heard from a few feet above you.

“We heard the rattling of the elevator! We’ve called maintenance and fire, but they said it’s going to be about 20 minutes until they can get here. We hope you’re okay!” The voice says. Jisung nods his head and yells a thank you to the stranger before making his way back towards you in the small elevator.

You’re happy to know that help is on the way, but what if something happens before they get there? What if the elevator -does- decide to fall before they can get there? You don’t want to live out your final moments in your college apartment’s elevator.

You start to freak out a little bit, and Jisung can sense it. “We’re gonna be okay, you know that right? Help is on the way,” he says, and moves to take a seat on the floor. You join him, hoping it will calm your nerves even just a little. “Yeah, I just hate elevators..” you say, and he doesn’t answer you. You want to say the quiet is calming, but you can’t help the anxiety you feel in the pit of your stomach. You start picking at the carpet of the elevator out of nervousness, and Jisung takes notice.

He scoots a little closer to you and grabs your hand, the size difference of his hands compared to yours is almost baffling. You feel that blush rise up again, reminded of what happened in class earlier. Jisung is playing with your fingers absentmindedly, both of his hands grabbing at them and lightly pulling them in different directions, the pad of his thumbs smoothing over the back of your palm. You can’t look at him, too embarrassed for getting worked up at the gesture.

It seems like God is out to get you today, because Jisung laughs that teasing laugh of his again, and this time a finger under your chin brings your head up to make eye contact with him.

“Y’know, I was going to let it go earlier, but now I don’t think I can..You seem to be pretty fascinated with my hands, huh baby doll?” He asks confidently, and the tone of his voice makes you want to jump down the elevator shaft out of shyness. The new pet name brings those same feelings back to your stomach, and you’re at a loss for words. Jisung takes notice of this, and his smile turns from playful to something a little more serious.

‘Awe now why are you getting shy? You sure weren’t when you were checking me out in lecture earlier,” Jisung says, his tone condescending as he moves closer to you. “I promise, Y/N, I’m not going to bite. I mean, not unless you want me to,” he whispers. He’s not even an inch away from your face, and now you can’t seem to break eye contact with him. His hand moves from your jaw to the back of your neck. “If you don’t want this, you need to tell me..” he insists, but you don’t even need to think twice. “I want it. I want you.” you say quietly, and that’s enough for him to close the distance and pull you on top of him.

Being seated on Han Jisung’s lap is nothing short of an out of body experience. His lips are soft against yours, nipping at your bottom lip and asking for entrance which you gladly grant him. The kiss is fast and passionate and full of tongues but neither of you seem to care. You can’t think of anything except that you were right; the feeling of his hands roaming your body is better than you could’ve imagined. By now your fingers are tangled in his hair, pulling slightly every now and again and listening to the beautiful sounds of Jisung groaning against your lips.

“You are absolutely gorgeous,” he says, his fingers trailing to the button of your jeans. You busy yourself with moving your hands underneath his tshirt, his skin warm and soft under your fingers. You can feel the ridges of abs that you didn’t know existed, and as Jisung is whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you whine at the sensation of his fingers that have found their way into your underwear.

“You look so pretty like this for me,” Jisung continues, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit in slow circles as you whine at him. “I knew I wasn’t going to be able to control myself the moment you slipped this damn hoodie on. You look so small, baby.”

You’re sure that you’re going crazy the more that Jisung talks to you. In order to preserve even the tiniest bit of your sanity, you connect your lips to his once more. You hear him chuckle into the kiss, Jisung sensing your urgency as you grind down onto his fingers with a newfound energy.

“You really like my hands that much, huh? Gonna get off just on my fingers baby?” He asks once again, this time inserting a finger into your core. You moan at the new sensation, but Jisung isn’t having it. “Words, baby. Tell me how you’re feeling,” He orders, and something about his tone sends you up a wall. “S-so good Jisung.. I.. fuck,” you breathe out.

Jisung snaps back to reality for a moment and remembers: You’re on a time crunch. Maintenance could get the elevator back up and running at any moment. He adds another finger inside of you and quickens his pace at the same time. The speed has you reeling, the knot in your stomach tight but not quite ready to snap.

“I need you to cum for me baby, someone could walk in any minute. We don’t need anyone else seeing how much of a slut you are for my fingers alone, now do we? Or would you like that?” He asks, and the idea has you clenching around him. Jisung senses this, and laughs. “Something to keep in mind for another time,” he says to himself. You bury that comment at the back of your mind, focusing on the pleasure that’s rising in your core.

Once Jisung starts rubbing harsh circles on your clit, the combination of that and his fingers inside you has you arching your back. To Jisung, you are the most ethereal being on the planet right now; the soft light of the elevator highlighting your features, making you look oh so beautiful and almost unreal as your orgasm washes over you.

Jisung helps you ride out your high, your hips slowly coming to a stop as you begin to catch your breath. “Th-thank you, Jisung..” you say quietly, moving your hair out of your face. “Trust me, baby doll. The pleasure was all mine,” he chimes, and a small laugh leaves your lips as you finally gain your composure once again.

The two of you stay sitting like that for a few minutes, basking in the glow of this new found relationship until you hear voices a few feet above you again. “Hello? Are you alright in there? This is the fire department, we’re going to get you out of there, don’t worry.” The faint voice says. You both sigh in relief, Jisung’s arms falling around your waist once again.

It doesn’t take long for the elevator doors to be opened, and you’re both pulled up by the firemen who came to your rescue.

Once safe and sound, it doesn’t take long for you to pull Jisung into your apartment to make up for something very, very important, either.

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Sweater - G.W.

George Weasley x fem!reader

Requested: yes

hi could you write something for george weasley using prompts 29, 11, 36? if your requests are still open❤️⚡️

“i’m running out of jumpers, just so you know”

“i like having something that smells like you”

“how long have you been standing there?”

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: the 5 times George Weasley sees you in his sweater and the 1 time you get your own. 

Warnings: mentions of food

A/N: we’re just gonna //ignore// that this doesn’t follow the canon timeline exactly (especially where they spent christmas certain years) okay? cool. also! this was very festive so i guess this can be counted as a christmas fic 🥰

Prompts are in bold

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One 

The Gryffindor common room was freezing. Despite being situated as close to the fire as physically possible (without getting burned), you shivered and shook in your thin sweater. You were trying to work on a last minute potions essay, the last one before the Christmas hols began, but your current freezing state was stopping you from writing another word. 

You scanned the empty room, most students already having retired to bed that night. A flash of blue and yellow in the far corner of the room caught your eye. Quickly, you scrambled up off the floor and rushed to investigate. 

On the back of one of the squishy red couches hung a blue sweater with a yellow letter G right in the middle. You knew immediately who owned it: George Weasley, another Gryffinder first year like you. With another glance around the room, you quickly snatched it up and slid it over your head.

Immediately, the thick wool provided enough warmth for you to get back to your work. 

A while later, you finished the last sentence of your paper with a flourish, just as you heard someone shuffle down the spiral staircase and into the common room. Your head snapped up as the person in question came to view and your heart stopped.

“Y/L/N?” George whispered, barely making your face out since the fire was directly behind you. 

“Hi George,” You squeaked, “What’re you doing up so late?” 

His eyes darted around the room in search of something, and you felt your stomach drop. “Erm, yeah. I got cold so I was just looking for my–” 

When his gaze circled back to you he finally noticed what you were wearing, “Is that my sweater?” 

You nodded, squirming under his gaze. If it wasn’t past midnight in the dead of winter, and if he wasn’t hazy with sleep, he would’ve probably teased you senselessly about it. But seeing the sweater swallowing you, the shoulders slipping off and the sleeves way past your fingers, all he could do was grin. 

“It’s alright,” He said, “Just wanted to know where it was. At least now I know that it’s in good hands.” 

With a cheeky wink, he turned on his heel and trudged back up the boys’ staircase. You were left staring at where he previously stood, your mouth slightly agape.

Did that really just happen?

Two 

Gleeful shouts carried over from the snow covered fields and into the warm house. From your spot by the window, you could just barely make out the tiny figures zooming past each other, contrasting against the pale landscape. 

You clutched at a steaming mug of tea, basking in the warmth it gave your chilly hands. Despite your best efforts, you were still shivering in the house that most likely had several heating charms in place at all times. 

After being friends with the Weasley twins for nearly three and a half years, you were finally going to spend the Christmas hols at the Burrow with their family. To say you were excited would be an understatement. With everything going on in school, you were ecstatic to be able to spend some time with some of your best friends. 

The warmth and the heavenly smells radiating from the kitchen made you gravitate towards the door. Maybe helping out with the cooking could ease up some of the chill you had in your bones. 

“Would you like some help, Molly?” You asked hopefully, seeing her putter about in the kitchen. You knew that she had a whole hoard of mouths to fill, so you were happy to offer her some assistance. 

She tutted in response, “Nonsense, dear! I’m quite fine managing on my own. Thank you for the offer.” 

With a swish of her wand, several things in the kitchen began moving at once and you were left to your own devices. You spared a quick glance out the window, only to see the silhouettes still racing in the sky. 

An idea struck you and you made your way up the stairs as quickly as possible without drawing too much attention to yourself. Thankfully, the twins’ room was just on the second floor of the house and their door was left slightly ajar. 

You were quick to spot George’s battered old trunk laying at the foot of his bed. Your cold fingers nimbly popped the latch open and clutched onto exactly what you were looking for. His old blue Christmas sweater was soft to touch and a little worn, but you thought that it added to its charm. 

One of the main reasons why you rummaged through George’s things for his sweater, instead of Fred’s, was that his distinct woodsmoke and apple scent clung onto it and made you feel safe and warm wrapped in it. You pressed the soft fabric to your face and inhaled deeply, taking comfort in the familiar scent of your best friend. 

You were not sniffing the jumper because it reminded you of your crush on a certain redheaded twin, no. Not at all. 

Swiftly, you lifted the jumper above your head and slipped into it. You loved the feel of the warm wool enveloping your frame. It would have been almost perfect if you hadn’t heard someone clear their throat from the doorway.

Your heart jumped to your throat as you turned on your heel and spotted George leaning against the doorway. 

“Well, well, well,” He teased, making his way to you, “What do we have here? A sweater thief?” 

“How long have you been standing there?” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around yourself. 

“Long enough to see that you’re apparently obsessed with me.” He grinned cheekily. 

You rolled your eyes and tried to hide the fact that a blush was creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks, “Shove off, Weasley.” 

He swung an arm loosely around your shoulders, “Well I don’t think you can use that kind of language on me now, Y/N. Especially when that’s my jumper you’re going around wearing and sniffing.” 

You groaned, shoving your head on his chest to hide your embarrassment, “I just like having something th–”

“You’re going to have to speak up, love, I can’t quite understand you.” He said, and you felt like his teasing grin would be permanently etched onto his face. 

“I like having something that smells like you, okay?” You mumbled, this time a little louder and less muffled. 

When George didn’t immediately respond, your heart began to pick up its pace in your chest. Slowly, you backed away from his face and your gaze landed on the flush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. 

A slow smile etched itself onto your face, “Have I just made the George Weasley blush?”

“Oh shut it sweater sniffer.”  

You laughed, the slightly awkward tension dissipating at the sound and the two of you made your way back downstairs. 

Three 

“Psst.” A voice whispered next to you. 

Your brows furrowed and you looked up from the book in front of you to see your boyfriend grinning cheekily at you, “Yes, George?” 

The Great Hall was practically silent, the only sounds resonating throughout the space were the scratching of quills and the rolling of parchment. Your voice was barely above a whisper as you weren't about to get scolded for chatting during study hall. 

“Nothing,” He said bashfully, “I just think you look very beautiful today.” 

Surprised at his sudden show of affection, you grinned up at him, “Thanks Georgie.” 

Your hand slid across the dark stained table to squeeze his and you hadn’t let go as you continued on with your coursework. You were able to get quite a bit done before you felt George squeezing your hand to get your attention. When your eyes met his, you sent him a look to say what is it this time? 

Slowly, he shuffled close enough to you to whisper directly into your ear, “I think you’d look much better wearing something of mine though.” 

With a roll of your eyes, you focused back on the rolls of parchment before you. Ever since you two had officially gotten together, George had a thing for you wearing any type of clothing of his. His most favorite, he had confessed, was when you wore his Christmas jumpers. The nostalgia attached to the piece of clothing and seeing it envelop you made his heart soar whenever you’d slip it over your head. 

The next Friday, despite the freezing weather, all students were required to head out to the Black Lake to watch the Second Task of the Triwizard Tournament. You took it as an opportunity to adorn the blue and yellow sweater, making sure to layer appropriately for the below zero temperatures. 

You could hear the twins’ shenanigans before you even reached the stands. The pair of red hair stood out among the crowds and let you know which direction to make your way to. Thankfully, you also spotted Lee Jordan saving a few seats around him while the twins went and collected bets. 

When you reached him, he sent you a grin and patted a space next to him. The two of you chatted aimlessly for a bit, waiting not so patiently for either the twins to come back or for the second task to begin. 

From George’s spot within the crowds, he glanced back at where he knew Lee to be saving a seat for him. The sight of you all bundled up in his sweater made something in his heart stop. The chilly breeze nipping at your face had caused your nose to turn slightly pink, and the way your hands fumbled at the end of the long sleeves moved something in him. He’s suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting to keep you in his life for as long as you let him. 

You catch his eye from your position and send him a small wave. He grins and returns the gesture before Fred nudges him in the side to take the payment a third year is holding out. 

Four 

The whole house seemed to absorb the darkness that the Weasley clan brought with them. It was nearing sun up, and the lot of you along with Harry, Remus, and Sirius were all gathered in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, awaiting any sort of sign that Arthur was going to be okay. 

After being shaken awake at the dead of night by George who was a mess of stumbled over words and tight grips, you didn’t think of anything else but to slip on the sweater he had lent you and follow him to Dumbledore’s office. Professor McGonagall simply raised her eyebrows at your presence in the midst of the rest of the Weasley children, saying nothing as she saw how George had clung on so tightly to you. 

The illegal portkey Dumbledore created landed you right in the middle of the dreary old house you had spent much of your summer in. Remus and Sirius had tried their hardest to distract everyone from the brutality of the situation, but your boyfriend and his siblings wanted nothing but to sit around anxiously for any signal from the outside world. 

So far, you had nodded in and out of sleep, your head lightly tapping against George’s shoulder as you fought to just be there with him. His grip on your hand had not ceased, but you weren’t complaining. His leg bounced up and down anxiously and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. 

“It’ll be okay Georgie,” Became your mantra of the night, whispering it every so often and rubbing the back of his hand gently with your thumb. 

He wouldn’t say anything in reply, his red rimmed eyes were unfocused, but you knew he heard you with the way he squeezed your hand. 

When the message from Molly comes, spirits are slightly raised, but there’s still so much uncertainty. You decided to step out for a moment to use the restroom, splashing some cold water on your face in an attempt to wake yourself up some more. As you took in your sleep deprived and disheveled state in the mirror, you remembered that you’ve been wearing George’s sweater. 

Quickly, you haphazardly pulled the garment over your head, smoothing down the crumpled sleeping shirt you’ve been wearing under it. In a flash, you’re making your way to where the Weasley clan has settled in for what seems like the whole day and take a seat next to George once again.

Silently, you held out his sweater to him. It took a few seconds for him to realize that you were offering for him to wear it. 

“Thought you’d need the extra comfort right now,” You whispered, urging him to put it on. 

A spark of recognition blazed in his eyes and he gently took the soft sweater from your hands. The moment it slipped over his head, he was immediately engulfed in your scent. All of a sudden, he was transported to three years prior when you had told him you enjoyed having something that smelled like him. 

When his eyes met yours, you could make out a ghost of a smile on his lips. It had been the first expression he had pulled that night, or well it was early morning now, that wasn’t a grimace or a look of concern. 

You smiled tentatively back at him, and he took your hand in his once again. 

Five 

The pale winter morning light leaked in through the windows and you blinked blearily. The soft inhale and exhale of George beside you and the warmth under the covers almost convinces you that you could afford to shut your eyes for a few more minutes. Almost. You groan as you remember what day it is and that you should be up soon. 

It was Christmas morning. The first Christmas after the war had ended, and everyone was eager to bring some festive cheer back into their lives after having gone through such dark times. 

As silently as you could, you left the warm confines of the duvet and began to pad your way into the kitchen. Christmas morning called for a full english and a pot of fresh tea. On the way out of the room you shared with George, you snagged one of his older blue sweaters and pulled it over your head. 

Thankfully, that morning Fred hadn’t made it out of bed yet. Breakfast at the flat above the shop could go two ways; either you made it out of bed first and got the food cooking on the stove before one of the twins stumbled in sleepily, or Fred would be sat on the couch nursing his nth cup of tea that morning, having woken up due to some nightmares that he couldn’t quite shake off yet. 

With a flick of your wand, ingredients made their way into their perspective pans, and plates and utensils floated down from the cupboards and onto the kitchen table. Soon, the enticing aroma of your favorite meal of the day was wafting through the corridors and into the other rooms. 

As you were plating the steaming food, a voice called out from behind you, “I’m running out of jumpers you know.”

You looked up from your position fixing the plates of food on the table, to see George leaning against the door frame. Clad in only his pajama bottoms, you silently wondered if he was just never cold or if he did this to tease you on purpose. 

“What’s yours is mine, love.” You shrugged, walking over to him and pressing a small kiss at the very edge of his mouth.

“Guess it’s good that you make me wonderful food everyday,” He says, eyeing the food laid out in front of him. 

You roll your eyes playfully, “Oi, keep talking like that and I’m making meals just for myself!” 

-

Later in the day, you sipped peacefully on Molly’s famous hot chocolate, seated on the squishy couch as the rest of the Weasley clan began to open their gifts. Fred was sat under the tree, rummaging through the different wrapped packages and throwing them to whomever they were addressed to. Little by little, each Weasley sibling began to pull out their signature colored Weasley jumper. 

It filled your heart with so much warmth that you could all come together, especially after the last year you’ve had. Being separated from the people you loved and cared for the most had really taken a toll on all of you, so being under one roof together with nothing dark looming at the back of your minds, was such a blessing. 

“Hey,” George whispered from where he stood behind the couch, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

You turned slightly to look back at him, “What’s up, Georgie?” 

“Come with me,” He nudged his head in the direction of the door. 

“But I’m all warm and cozy,” You whined, motioning to the cup of hot chocolate in your hands, “Do I have to?” 

“Oh just come on,” He rolled his eyes, going to place his hands under your armpits in an attempt to lift you off the sofa. 

“Oi!” You complained, “I’m coming, I’m coming! Don’t get your wand in a knot.” 

A few of the Weasleys sent amused glances your way, but this kind of interaction wasn’t unusual in the household so they mostly left you to your own devices. You hadn’t noticed that Molly was eyeing you with a slightly cheeky glint in her eye. She knew exactly what her son had in mind. 

You gently placed your mug on the coffee table before turning around and linking your arm with George’s. He brought you just by the window of the kitchen and gave you a big grin.

“Alright then, Weasley. What’s all this about then?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I just wanted a little privacy so I could give you your gift.” An eyebrow raised slightly, you waited for him to continue, “I just thought you would finally like one of your own this year.” 

To say you were confused was an understatement. You eyed your boyfriend nervously as he pulled a wrapped package seemingly from thin air. You wasted no time pulling the ribbon and carefully tearing at the brown paper. 

Inside was a sweater that matched the exact blue of George’s, and right smack in the middle was the initial of your name in the same shade of yellow. 

Your eyes darted from the gift and back up at the wonderful soul in front of you, and you couldn’t help but feel the prick of tears welling up. 

He noticed this too, “Are you alright? I didn’t mean to make you cry. I just thought that you loved my jumpers so much that I would make you your own–”

At the realization that he had made the sweater himself, and hadn’t commissioned Molly to do it, made the dams of your eyes break. Your tears were freely falling by now and all you could think of doing was throwing your arms around George and pulling him into a slightly salty but ever so sweet kiss. 

“I love it,” You whispered once you broke apart, “This is the best Christmas gift ever.” 

[finelinevogue]

Can you expand on that topic of Harry buying that island for Y/N to conserve like you touched upon on the 73 questions thing you wrote please?

oooh yes!! i didn’t think this would be something that people would bring up but i’m excited to talk about it!! enjoy;

oli - 4, felix - 3, belle - 3 weeks

“What about this one?”

The same question Anne and Harry had been repeating for the last two hours. Neither Anne or Harry could decide on an island that they both thought you would absolutely love - an island that Harry would buy somewhere new for you to conserve and protect, for future family vacations and eventually potentially even retire to, whenever that day may come.

He had originally thought about purchasing a large plot of land along the coastline of Italy, because it had always captured a special place in Harrys heart. He loved the people, the culture, the weather, the food and he loved you when you’re bathing in the Italian sun. The boot-shaped country was the one in which you and Harry had spent your first holiday together. It was where you’d had your honeymoon. It was where, you’re pretty sure, that Oli was conceived. It held so many precious memories, so you both thought it time to make the country more permanent in your lives and purchase a house over there.

Unfortunately, due to coronavirus, Harry wasn’t able to physically go anywhere and house, or island, hunt - especially with a 3 week old baby. Belle had been born on October 2nd and she was an absolute angel - as happy as can be. Oli and Fix were currently looking after her, whilst Anne and Harry sorted through the mess of trying to organise the gift of a lifetime for you. Luckily you were out with a friend, shopping for baby clothes and a little something for yourself, for the day so Harry could complete his surprise in secret. Harry already held property in Malibu, New York, Japan, London and Manchester. He, until recently, had an apartment in San Fransisco, but he never used it and so the money that he got from selling that was going to be spent buying an island for you.

He always remembers one of the first conversations that he ever had with you and it was about how you wanted to change the world. You’d answered “I think i’d buy my own island and start conserving the planet one bit of land at a time, until I save it all!” Now obviously you were being very optimistic and silly with your dreams, but that’s all you thought they’d be - dreams. Harry was willing to make them a reality though. Okay, perhaps not world domination but he could start small and give you the thing you’d dreamt of even as a little girl.

“Mum—” Harry sighed, knowing he would reject it just like all the other ones she’d picked out for being either, too small, too big, too dangerous, too humanised. He didn’t care about price, he just wanted to get it right. He looked over to her computer, seeing what she’d found and brought up on her screen. “Shit, wait…”

This was it.

“Mhm?” Anne smiled knowingly.

“Give me details.” Harry asked her, pulling over his notepad and pen to jot down key information. He wasn’t planning on buying today, but he was planning on making inquiries so if he thought something needed negotiating then at least he’d have the information to hand.

“Okay, um,” she looked over the screen. Harry had only seen glimpses of the the island from the photos but even now he was fully invested in it, “it’s in Phuket, Thailand. Minimally developed on. 110 acres, but you know…”

“Could lessen due to climate change, yeah.” Harry noted and looked to his mum to see if she was continuing or not.

“They are allowing an income potential so you could build and make profit from it. Then again the island itself is $160 million so it’s going to be 7018 before you even start making a profit.” Anne joked, but Harry sighed. “What, love?”

“$160 million.” Harry pondered, thinking whether this is all worth it. It’s a huge investment and potential waste of money, but it was for you.

“You’re a near billionaire Harry. What else are you going to do with all your money? You could build back half of that money just from releasing a new album with no promotion. Imagine if you released a documentary or something too. You work hard, Harry, and you will continue to, so is it so wrong to treat yourself to something nice?”

“It’s not for me, though.”

“Well then, there’s the question you to need to ask yourself.” Harry looked at his mum quizzically before she responded. “Is Y/N worth it?”

Well that was a stupid question.

“Looks like Y/Ns getting her island after all.” Harry grinned so wide, feeling so happy that he was doing this for you. You deserved this so much. Yes it was a bloody huge investment and risk, if Harry was being honest with himself, but you were ridiculously worth it. So much so that he would have bought the island even if it were double that price. Harry sighed in relief and slouched back on the chair, thinking about how happy you’re going to be when you find out. Obviously there was so much paperwork and calls that needed to be made, so it was going to take some time, but to see your face at the end of this was going to be so worth it.

“Cuppa tea then?” Anne asked, slinking out of the chair and standing up.

“Yeah, go on—” The sounds of rattling keys and the front door opening broke Harry’s sentence, making him look up at his mum in panic. Time had flew by so quickly that he’d not even realised you could’ve actually been home anytime now.

Shit, you were home.

“Quick mum, help me hide all this. Wait mum, you’re going to have to sneak out the back because Y/Ns going to have too many questions otherwise!” Harry shot up from the kitchen table and started to gather bits of paper and close the laptops down. Luckily Harry was using his work laptop and Anne had brought her own so they didn’t have to worry about clearing browser history.

“What and you can’t just say you were hanging out with your ol’ mum?” Anne asked, laughing as she packed up her stuff because she knew just how demanding and stubborn her son was.

“I love you and call me when you get home safely okay?” Harry asked, chivying her out of the back door quietly and pecking her cheeks in thanks for everything she’s done for him today.

“Alright. Love you!”

Okay, act normal Harry.

“Mummy!” You heard Oli shout from the other room. You furrowed your eyebrows as you entered the house, dropping off your shoes and bags at the door before heading into the living room, where you knew you’d find the kids.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, looking around the room to see everything was in order. In fact, your heart melted at the sight of the siblings. Oli was sat upright against the sofa and had his baby sister laying on top of his stomach with hers, and Fix was sat just to the side of them - patting his sisters back rhythmically. It was a sight for sore eyes.

“Baby Belle just smiled.” Oli beamed brightly and you smiled back at him. Even though it was slightly irrelevant of him to shout for you because of this, you couldn’t help but awe over the fact the siblings were so loving for one another.

“Did she now?” You took out your phone to take a few pictures of them. “Smile again for mummy then, all of you.” You giggled as Fix pulled the cheesiest smile and Oli did his signature smile too - no teeth and raised eyebrows so high to the sky. You even caught a golden photo where Belle was slightly smiling too. “Are you okay in here still?”

You didn’t want to feel like you were abandoning your kids, because you would never, but you needed just a day to yourself to rejuvenate and help overcome the post-natal depression slowly. As much as you so very much loved them, it was hard for you sometimes. Belle was going to be sleeping for at least another hour, so you weren’t too worried about her. Oli and Fix were ever so sensible too, simply watching Teen Titans on Cartoon Network whilst they babysat their sister. You were only a shout away if something were to happen, which made you wonder where Harry was.

“Yes mummy.” Fix nodded his head whilst keeping his eyes glued to the TV.

“Everything all right in here?” Harry’s voice came from behind you, but you’r felt his presence a lot sooner before that. He stood behind you, peering into the room to check everything was in order.

God, you’d missed him today.

“Yeah, Oli tell daddy why you called me.”

“Baby Belle smiled daddy!” Oli retold the story just as animatedly as the first time, but keeping as still as he could so not to disturb his sister.

“Did she now? You must’ve made her happy then.” Harry slunk one of his hands around your waist and squeezed the pudge that had situated there. He absolutely loved the way you’d become curvier after giving birth. He said it gave him a bit extra of you to love on, to which you always cried at the words because he never failed to make you feel so beautiful.

“I try daddy.”

“I try too.” Felix added, obviously wanting his dad to know he wasn’t not helping in taking care of Belle.

“Good boys. Proud of you both.” They both smiled after their dads words, “Now you both behave and look after Baby Belle whilst I go make mummy a cup of tea okay?”

“But come back, daddy.” They both replied and you gave them a final warm smile, before making your way to the kitchen to make a warm, milky, beverage.

“Nice day?” Harry asked, following you into the kitchen. His hand was placed lowly on your back and guided you into the room.

“Lovely, thanks. Just missed you all.” You sighed and turned around to kiss him in the middle of the kitchen. Your lips moulded to his perfectly and he tasted so sweet, you probably so sour from your lemonade you’d had earlier.

“Miss you always.” Harry murmured against your lips and then pulled away, not before giving you and extra peck though.

You walked over to the kettle and switched it on, whilst Harry collected the mugs from the cupboard you were too small to reach. He picked out one with the letter H on and one with the letter of your first name on, knowing that you’d drink from each others letters as always.

“Been busy today?” You asked, dropping teabags into the cups and leaning against the counter side as you waited for the kettle to take its’ boil.

“Kinda.” He smirked to himself, trying to dodge that question and any others you might have about the day. “Glad you’re back home though.” He walked to you and cupped the back of your head lightly, guiding your face up to his.

“Thank you for being my home.” You smiled at your cheesy comment and then lead your lips to his again.

“You are a dream, my love.” Harry said, looking deep into the eyes he could fall in love with all over again.

Just as you were about to touch lips with his you heard the wails of your tiny daughter and sighed in sync. You chuckled as you flopped your head onto Harry’s chest. As much as you wanted to stay and soak up all the love he was about to give you, your children were a priority - especially a crying baby.

“Well, your dream will have to wait hun.” You patted his chest before walking out of the room, Harry watching you go before whispering ever-so-carefully under his breath.

“But yours won’t.”