#frosty flake

[nerdtboytheodore]

[mrs-han]

happy (early) birthday our beloved starshine nugget! i hope you have the most fabulous birthday ever ♡

as for the bday fic.. *nudges you gently to a dark alley*

jumin. classic enemies to lovers. it's just pure heated anger. obliterates everyone within the vicinity. but while they are throwing comebacks at eachother, they cant help but think about holding them, having them. pining. LOTS OF HEART WRENCHING PINING.

that's all ~♡

HELLO DEAR — *is nudged into da dark alley* ouo… *listens to yo idea* … O U O

OKIE BUT LIKE. I’m totally twisting this a bit, like: enemies to lovers to enemies >w>

I think I have some leftover pent-up anger to make this!!

LET’S GO, LET’S GO!

The honeymoon period in any relationship lasts three months. Six if you were lucky.

After that time has passed, you’ll begin to see, smell, and experience things about your partner that begin to make you wonder why.

Why you chose them, why you didn’t see these things before, why it took you so long to understand what you would have to deal with for the rest.

Of your life.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love Jumin. No, you loved him a great deal. You were just tired. Tired of his sideways glances when you’d laugh too loud at a company dinner — tired of how he gradually took control of your wardrobe, making you wear longer dresses with pinned hats — tired of how dismissive he seemed every time you went to show him something you’d made, or shoot him a silly video.

“Mm. Is that all?”

You could hear his voice in your mind. You could hear the disinterest because he didn’t try to hide it anymore. It was like he was bored of you.

And you were bored of him.

Dinners would consist of Jumin’s utensils scraping against ceramic plates — a sound you detested — and you noisily sucking your wine glass while you drank — an act that clearly annoyed him. You knew it, too; as soon as you heard the heel of his foot slamming repetitively against the tile, you knew you had gotten to him.

He wouldn’t say anything to you, though. Nor would you say anything to him. Why bother? Active communication turned into rigid expectations, something both of you failed at horribly.

Things has gotten so tense that, eventually, you had a difficult time being around Jumin all together. His quiet, judging eyes following you around the room, jaw clenching when he saw something you were doing that he didn’t like…

And you, trying your damndest to ignore him and go about your day, purposely finding ways to piss him off.

You decided to pick up extra shifts at work. That was a good start; if he asked where you were or what you were doing, you would simply say that you were at work. Just as he would say to you with no other detail.

And you were satisfied for some time, coming home to the lights off and a quietly snoring Jumin in the guest bedroom. You’d even make a game of it; whoever arrived home the latest, lost.

At what, you didn’t know. You didn’t care.

But maybe it would give you the courage to leave.

All the nights he didn’t stay up waiting for you would only confirm his lacking interest. An unfair judgement, but one you would make anyway.

Slipping your winter coat on, you trudged your way to work. A solid eight hours awaited you, followed by another hour or four at your contracting job. The work was exhausting, sure… but it wasn’t as exhausting as being around Jumin.

You went about your day without a care, happily assisting customers and even walking with a pep in your step. Your eyes occasionally fell to your watch, that you could keep track of both your schedule and Jumin’s.

17:30. He was done for the day. But maybe he was still at the office. Maybe he was catching a late meeting. Maybe he was following in his father’s footsteps and screwing another woman.

It didn’t matter. You didn’t care.

Shuffling your way to your next job, you ignored the dull pain in your chest from the slight overexertion.

Maybe staying at a hotel tonight wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

The thought amused you. It wasn’t a bad idea, the more you thought about it. Actually… you had your own savings account with money you had personally earned stashed inside. Maybe you could look into moving out.

While the idea danced in your mind, your gut felt otherwise. Churning uncomfortably, to the point of endless nausea, you left work much earlier than expected of you.

Walking along the snow-kisses sidewalk, your thoughts wandered. Except now, these thoughts were hopeful. Hopeful, yet… strangely unsettling.

Arriving at the landing of the building you and Jumin shared, - the word home having no meaning anymore - you moved into the elevator and pushed the button taking you up to the most luxurious hell you had ever known.

Your mind began to wander as you mindlessly made your way home. Truthfully, you already had a small bag packed and hidden away in your personal closet. The last thing you needed was for Jumin to ask questions. Getting the bigger things would be a challenge, but —

“Where have you been.”

Stopping in your tracks, you turned to see your husband. He looked as exhausted as you felt; from where you stood, it looked like he had at least ten new creased lines on his face. He sat as elegantly as ever, one leg crossed over the other, but you noticed his foot shaking. Why was he so jittery.

“Work,” you answered, throwing your coat over the kitchen island. “Good night.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“Yup.”

As soon as Jumin rose to his feet, your heart fell. Was he about to ask you for a divorce now? Was it time for you to put your plan of moving out into motion? Why did it make you feel so vulnerable?

Fingers running over your wedding ring, teasing it back and forth over your finger, you held your breath as Jumin approached you.

He didn’t stand too close, but you could still smell his faint cologne — sandalwood and lavender.

“What do you want?” You asked, hugging yourself defensively.

“I haven’t seen you in days. And you expect me to believe that you’ve only been at work?”

“Yeah?” You scoffed. “Look, what ever you’re trying to say, can you spit it out now? I’m tired.”

“If that’s the case, —”

“It is, Jumin.”

“Explain to me, then, why you’re at work more than you’re at home.”

“Because I have two jobs, and both of them require my attention.”

“And I don’t?” Jumin’s voice rose. Just slightly.

“You haven’t asked. I’m not a mind reader.” You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “Besides. Why do you expect from me what you refuse to offer?”

“How can I offer you anything when you aren’t here.”

Your brows shot up. Oh, he sounded impatient now. “Well? I’m here now, so if you have nothing to offer within the next three minutes, I’m going to sleep.”

“What has happened to you.”

You tilted your head. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not repeating myself. You heard me.”

Your laugh agitated him. “You have a lot of nerve. Have you ever considered that you might be the problem?”

Jumin leaned forward. “The problem?”

“I’m not repeating myself, you heard me.”

“Mature,” Jumin scoffed.

“Well, what do you want me to tell you, Jumin? Do you want me to agree that I’m the problem, is that what you want? Okay! Fine. I’m the problem. I’ve always been the problem. I’m the sole reason why our marriage is dangling by a thread. It’s all because of me. There. Are we done?”

Turning from Jumin, you felt yourself getting dizzy, the rush of confrontation getting to your head. The dizziness worsened when your husband grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him.

“Don’t walk away from me. We aren’t done.”

Yanking your arm away from his grip, it took every ounce of strength in you to keep your hands to yourself. “What, was that not enough for you?”

“Listen to me,” Jumin seethed, his fingers throbbing, remembering the brief sensation of your skin against his. “It’s no secret. Our relationship has taken a massive shift in the wrong direction. I’ve noticed it, too.”

You shook your head. “Right, and accusing me of cheating is the first step in the right direction.”

“Neither are your smart ass comments.”

“Am I wrong? Did you not just accuse me of doing just that? For all I know, you’re giving it to some intern in a vacant boardroom. Like father, like son.”

The silence that lingered after your careless comment was so palpable that it made you uncomfortable. Yikes… you may have crossed a line, here.

“You’ve turned into the most cynical, heartless woman I’ve ever known.” Jumin’s voice was steady - he meant every word. “You were right. You aren’t cut out for this life, a life with me. I wish I had listened to the source.”

You looked away, fighting the tears in your eyes. His words hurt you deeply. “I’ll leave. No problem. But before I do?” You stepped closer, knees shaking. “These last few months have been a nightmare. I’m happier with the scrutinizing eyes of my parents than the dead-eyed look you give me.”

Jumin’s brows furrowed. “Pardon?”

“You look at me like I disgust you. Like I’ve run my course with you, like you have no other way to utilize me. Ever since I got my first job, you stopped caring about whether I was coming or going. Well, you don’t have to worry about it anymore, Jumin! I’m going.”

“What will you take, this sorry piece of luggage?” Tossing your bag - the bag you had skillfully hidden away - to the floor, Jumin nudged it disdainfully. “I thought you’d be more resourceful than this.”

You pursed your lips angrily, staring at the sorry knapsack by Jumin’s feet.

“If I was being such a horrible husband, ignoring you and shunning you, why didn’t you say anything. Why did you allow it to fester, woman.”

“Because I couldn’t talk to you, asshole. You were always too busy with work. What was I supposed to do, ring you up and rant to you over the phone?”

“Yes.”

Jumin’s booming response surprised you. It even seemed to surprise him.

“Right, so I should have done everything I could have done to fix our relationship. Why was it all on me?!”

“Did I say that? Besides. My efforts to reconnect with you were clearly ignored. The nights I stayed awake waiting for you to come home so I could talk to you. The meetings I canceled, the connections I ignored —”

“I never asked you to give any of your time up!!”

“Didn’t you just do that?”

“Screw this.” Throwing your hands in the air, you grabbed the bag on the floor. “I’ll have all my shit out by the end of the week.”

“Cynical, heartless, and a coward. Fitting.”

Rage blinded you. You spun around, your open hand almost connecting to Jumin’s cheek. He grabbed your wrist before you could make contact, pinning you against the wall behind you. An unmistakable fire raged within his eyes, one you saw up close and personally.

Your ragged breathing gradually matched with his. It was the first time you had been this close to him in…

Jumin noticed the dawning realization in your eyes; the fire within him dimmed, leaving traces of compassion and adoration.

Looking away from him, you tried to pull your hand back. Jumin wouldn’t allow it, gripping your wrist a little tighter.

“What are you —”

“Your wedding ring is still on your finger.”

You paused. “Yeah… yeah, it is. And so is yours.”

A beat passed. Jumin’s lips brushed over your forehead; a simple form of intimacy. But one you craved immensely. Lifting your head, butterflies crashed against your stomach. He was looking directly at you.

“You’re right.” Jumin’s grip on your wrist loosened. “I haven’t been as attentive to you, or your needs. I’ve… been taking advantage of you. You were always there, until you weren’t. And when you weren’t, I grew very insecure. So insecure that I accused you of the greatest sin between married couples.

You closed your eyes slowly. Tears spilled out of your control; the dam you held inside was cracking open. “I got careless, too. I was so afraid of approaching you, and I was so frustrated that you couldn’t read my mind, so ignored you and your good heart, Jumin. I had forgotten just how gracious and good you are.”

Jumin tilted your chin up, his fingers catching the tears coursing down your cheek and off your chin. His pull irresistible, you leaned into him as he timidly pressed his lips to your cheeks.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please don’t kiss me unless you love me, Jumin… don’t play any games with me…”

And after a pause that lasted a lifetime… Jumin pulled back.

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[ravenwolfie97]

I can't confirm it bc idk where exactly to start looking but I think I just found a DND liveplay channel where one of the party members is a tiger tabaxi named Frosted Flakes and im fucking dying of laughter

[jievan]

寒凜后皇 Monarch of Frosty Snow | 2022

「凜冬之皇，寒冰之后，凍土雪域，祈予福藏。」 來自冰雪大地的冬之祝福。 后皇有代稱天地的意思；畫面由頂戴大冠冕教主般的形象，融合冰宮雪都的情境意象，呈現出掌管著凍土的天地神主，飄帶般的雲絹上顯現的是冬之祈禱文。

[isolationstreet]

Amur Tiger at the Louisville Zoo

[grub-s]

i would fucking murder for a bowl of miel pops right now

[shortbread-crew]

Name: Chocolate Frosty Flakes

Species: Dog

Breed: Labrador

From: me

Version: 3

[koenigami]

COLD HANDS, WARM HEART.

wriothesley x fem!reader summary : spending your night far away from everything and everyone with your lover in a cabin on a cold night, you finally uttered your deepest wish to him. wc : 3k tags : +18, smut, fluff, established relationship, talks about children, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, wrio about to unleash his breeding kink

The fire casted shadows along the walls as it danced in the fireplace, the warmth and crackling of burning wood creating a cosy ambience that could have made you fall asleep right then and there on the floor. Cold winters in Fontaine weren’t unusual yet you could not remember the last time you had seen thick layers of snow like the ones that currently covered the meadows and mountains of your homeland like large fluffy clouds. 

A cold breeze rushed inside the little wooden cabin and made you shiver when Wriothesley slipped inside, nudging the door shut with his foot while carrying piled up pieces of wood in his arms. You smiled at the sight of his reddened nose and cheeks, flakes of snow sprinkled all over his hair and slowly melting away, leaving back a trace of slightly damp curls. 

“Hope this will be enough for the night.” He sighed, neatly stacking the wood in the little basket beside the fireplace before he joined you on the woven carpet. “Good thing you stayed inside. It’s so damn cold.” 

“‘Course, otherwise I would have turned into an icicle.” You smirked, remembering how Wriothesley earlier had threatened to tie you to the bed because you had begged him to let you accompany him outside to get the wood. Apparently, wanting to watch your handsome boyfriend use his astonishing strength to chop wood had been too much to ask for. However, the shriek that you let out when his bare hands touched your neck was proof enough that staying inside had not been such a bad idea. 

“Shared sorrow is half the sorrow.” You grabbed his wrists, liberating yourself from the frosty feeling on your skin, and instead tried to gently envelop his hands in your smaller and especially warmer ones. Wriothesley studied you with curious eyes as your thumbs traced tender circles along the back of his hands while warming them up with your warm breath. 

“You don’t need to do that.” Your movements halted, and you looked up at him befuddled. He went out by himself in that freezing cold, the least you could do was make sure that he was warm and- “Share my sorrows.”

Bearing others burdens on his own shoulders was a piece of cake for Wriothesley, because somehow he always managed to take care of them very easily. Yet the melancholic smile that he would shoot you every time you stated the desire to help him was a clear sign of a deeply rooted self-destructive habit. And despite knowing that it was only a way to keep you away from any further unnecessary trouble, in some situations it felt more like a brick wall that he cemented between the both of you. 

“You’re right.” You stated matter-of-factly, leaning over to ruffle his hair and ridding him of the residue snowflakes. “But I want to. And the next time you threaten to tie me to a piece of furniture, I’ll simply handcuff you to the bed.” 

“Threatening me with a good time, huh? Sweetheart, you should really work on your bargaining strategies.” His smug smirk turned into a lighthearted chuckle when he saw you scoff and turn your head away from him in annoyance. Though your body did not resist even an ounce when one of his arms encircled your waist and pulled you closer against him into a tight embrace. You instinctively snuggled into his side, the knitted pullover that he was wearing making him look tamer and more cuddlesome than his usual dress shirt and tie.  

Coming here was a good idea. Far away from Wriothesley’s duties as well as your own work, no court cases or due dates for your reports; you were grateful for some uninterrupted shared time with him even if only for a few days. It’s what you both were in need of. Especially since there were matters that had somehow been lingering on your mind and soul for a while now-

Soft tender touches were shared as the snowfall outside the window slowly started to get heavier. His hands along your hips and waist, sliding underneath your pullover to caress and feel the heat of your skin, your lips on his jaw and cheeks, feeling the light stubble on his face. Slow and teasing movements that made your skin tingle and heart do somersaults, the awareness of how happy this man’s presence was making you, bringing a genuine smile to your lips. 

“Want me to make some tea?” You eventually asked when you detached yourselves from each other for a moment. Tilting your head slightly, you looked at him. The fire casted an orangish light over the side of his face, the flame reflecting and swirling in the deep blue of his eyes and risking hypnotising you if you wouldn’t stop staring right into them.

“Nah, maybe later.” 

“Did you just deny an offer of tea? Are you sick?” You giggled and watched his own lips form into a wolfish grin. In the blink of an eye, you were tackled and pinned to the carpet while Wriothesley’s body now loomed over yours and caged you between his arms. “I see so now it’s sex over tea?”

With nothing but the fire illuminating the cosy bedroom, you looked so ethereal. Your hair was sprawled around your head like a halo, and your skin felt so soft and warm as he glided his fingertips along your cheek and further down to your neck where he started littering light fleeting kisses. “Of course not, my love. It’s you over tea.” He spoke between each kiss. “You over everything.” 

A gasp escaped you when the sweet kisses turned into teasing bites, heat already pooling between your legs at the way he sucked on your skin, finishing his markings with light traces of his tongue. Your legs instinctively spread, letting him slot himself between them as he kept assaulting your neck, tasting you, inhaling you in such a fervent way that he made it seem like you have been separated from each other for months. And in some kind of way, it truly felt so. One tiring day after another had led to the both of you being so exhausted and depleted of energy that your shared bed had solely served as a way to recharge your batteries before the next same draining day would arrive with the same taxing work and tasks to be completed. 

His breath hitched when your hands slid into his hair, and with the tight grip you had on his strands, you noticed him lower his body, his hips grinding against yours and letting you feel the prominent growing bulge in his pants. 

“Mr. Wriothesley.” You suppressed a wince once you noticed that your attempted comment did not sound as teasing as you had hoped it would when you were so out of breath and desperate for him. “Don’t tell me we’re about to have sex on the floor when there’s a king size bed right next to us.” 

“Oh, shut up.” Blindly reaching to his side, Wriothesley tore the soft blanket off the bed, the both of you spreading it properly before you hurriedly settled on top of it. “There, better now?”

Though in all honesty, you could not care less about whether the ground beneath you was cushioned or not, whether you did it on the floor or in a thousands of mora expensive bed, as long as it was him that your hands got to touch, as long as it was him that got under your skin and never let go of you. His patience was slowly crumbling to the ground and disappearing into nothingness as much as yours was. His touches became more eager, with rough hands groping your chest, and lips nearly devouring you, licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue- It was so easy for him to make a mess out of you. 

The fabric of your jumper was soon bunched up, and your bra pulled further down to let the fat of your tits spill out of it. The warmth of his lips wrapped around your nipples as he started sucking on one while his thumb and forefinger played with the other, the corners of his mouth turning upwards when he noticed you arching your back. “Fuck, missed these tits so much.” He rasped, drunk on your body and the way it felt beneath his hands. His tongue slid around your areolas, sucking and biting at the plump flesh of your breasts until they glistened with his saliva. 

Once you two finally pulled back to completely rid yourselves of the clothes and fabrics that created a barrier between you, you were almost astonished at the light shake in your hands and breath, adrenaline and hormones having riled you up like a desperate teenager. Breathless chuckles and giggles echoed through the dimly lit room while you hopelessly struggled to undo buttons here, unclasp a bra there, and unzip and tear off legs of pants. Wriothesley hissed in pain when you harshly tugged the thick woollen pullover over his head, his helix getting caught in the fabric before you yanked it off him a little too harshly.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He spoke nonchalantly, rubbing over the apex of his ears to soothe the sting, and settled back between your legs which you deliberately wrapped around his waist. Digging your heels into his lower back, you pulled him almost impossibly closer as if any space left between your bodies would physically hurt you. With a hushed sorry, you trailed your mouth along the shell of his pierced ear, hearing and feeling his laboured exhales brush across your face when the pads of his fingers finally stroked along your already soaked folds. He played with you. Smearing your arousal over your clit, the circles he drew on the erected little bud made you let out the sweetest noises, his cock twitching in anticipation while he could barely wait any longer to hear you moan once he was inside you. 

Wriothesley carefully drove his thick middle finger inside you, so painfully slow that you keened needily, tightly gripping the blanket underneath you in your clenched fists, knuckles white. Though his exterior seemed far more composed than you were, the hard cock that you caught a glimpse of as it hung heavily between his legs with the irritated and glistening tip, the weight of it brushing against your thigh; your pussy unconsciously clenched around nothing, the empty and aching feeling inside you only getting stronger.

“Oh my god-” You nodded mindlessly with your eyes rolling to the back of your head, pouty lips slightly open in a silent moan when he finally added a second finger, filling you further up. Though you were far away from satisfied, and at the way your fluttering and pulsing walls gripped his fingers he too could tell that you needed more. The indecent squelching sound of his palm slapping against your wet pussy with each thrust was so loud, he couldn’t help but groan knowing that you were in such a desperate need for him, that you needed him to fill you up to the brim and satisfy you over and over again. 

“Let me see that pretty tongue.” You felt something in your stomach flutter at the sight of his satisfied smile once you obediently stretched your tongue out, letting him brush his soaked fingers on the pink muscle before dipping them into your mouth. With swirling movements, you made sure to lick them clean, the light suction of your lips making his breath hitch undeniably as he relished the sight in front of him, your pretty doe eyes glistening with moisture as the flame of the fire flickered inside them. “My gorgeous girl, always so good for me.” 

“Wriothesley.” You croaked when he retracted his hand, a dribble of saliva running down the side of your mouth while the taste of your own arousal still lingered on your tongue. As you reached down between your bodies to take his cock in your palm, brushing it along your folds to cover him in your juices, you involuntarily sunk your teeth into your lip, gnawing at the raw kissed flesh. No matter how many times you took him, he always made sure you were nice and ready for him, wanting to make this as pleasurable for you as possible. Yet something about the brief burn when your walls stretched around him, the way it sent shivers down your spine and made your toes curl until your body accommodated to his size; you could never get enough of it. “Just fuck me already.” 

“Alright, alright. Don’t hurt yourself.” His chest vibrated with a deep airy chuckle when he witnessed your eagerness, his big hand taking a hold of yours to place it beside your head, fingers weaving through yours and giving it a tight squeeze when his free hand guided his leaking tip to your entrance. “Going to fuck my darling real’ good, yeah?” 

“Yeah, oh-” The warm mushroom tip entered you, as Wriothesley slowly started fucking himself deeper into you. Inch after inch, he sank deeper, stretching you further before pulling back out, and leaving you a whimpering mess. The hand he had placed on top of your stomach to keep you in place, involuntarily grounded you and you wondered whether he could feel himself in your guts. Because with each thrust that he sank deeper into your dripping wet hole, you swore you could feel him in your throat. “Baby-” 

“I know, I know.” He breathed heavily against your ear when he eventually buried himself to the hilt, his balls flush against your skin, and tight walls gripping him like a vice, constantly clenching and unclenching. “Taking me so well. Always so… fuck-” 

Wriothesley’s voice died down when he felt you fuck yourself against him as if you were in heat, moaning and gasping every time you lifted your hips off the floor. Your legs were shaking by the time he moved his hand to your sex, thumb quickly brushing back and forth over your clit and making you topper over the edge. Your entire body turned rigid when you came, the intensity of your orgasm would have scared you if it weren’t for Wriothesley’s roaming hands, caressing and reassuring you. You had not even realised the tears running down your temples until he kissed them away, letting you taste the salty liquid when he slotted his lips against yours. “That’s it, I’ve got you, love. Ha, squeezing me so fucking tight.” He mumbled against your mouth. “Don’t think I’ll last much longer like this.” 

“Then don’t.” Regaining some control over your body, you were finally able to speak up though with a hoarse voice, and weak legs which you desperately tried to wrap back around his waist. Clasping his neck with your arms and holding onto him as if he was your life line, you moved your hips against his with a frail push, wanting to spur him on. “Wanna see you cum too. Want you to fill me up.”

“W-what?” His own thrusts stuttered when he caught your last sentence, letting your words sink in like honey on a burning wound. 

“Want you to cum inside me.” By the expression on his face and slowed movements, you could clearly tell that Wriothesley probably thought that your words were stemming from a spur-of-the-moment decision. Brain fried by pleasure and oxytocin, all words that left your mouth should be taken by a grain of salt, though right now in this moment, there was not a single thing that you were more sure of than the thought and wish that had been occupying your mind for weeks. A small being incorporating the love that you and Wriothesley held for each other. Crawling and toddling around your house, filling it with sweet laughter and cries, while looking just like him. His eyes, his nose, his kind heart.. “Y/n, we can’t just-”

“Been meaning to tell you this for a while now.” The pads of your fingers brushed against his flushed cheeks as you cupped his face in the softness of your palms. His deep blue eyes had taken on a darker shade, staring right into your soul, and you swore that if there was a way to drown into that ocean of blue, you would do it instantly. “Wriothesley, I love you so much. I-I can’t imagine a life without you.” 

Another stream of tears followed that made his eyebrows furrow before he gently wiped them away. Of course he had already had similar thoughts. How could he not when you were everything he had ever wanted in his life. Images of a little girl with the same sweet smile as yours, same hair, same attitude-

“Wanna give you a baby.” 

“Are you sure about that?” His gaze zeroed in on you, looking for something, just anything that could tell him that you were not being serious, that all of this was nothing but an awful joke, some terrible dirty talk. Though all he could find while gazing into your eyes was nothing but pure love and warmth as you nodded at him. Warmth that seeped into the deepest parts of his body, spreading and filling his heart to the brim with affection for a woman he would always be ready to do anything for. “Sweetheart, you’re-” 

You choked with wide blown eyes when his hips all of a sudden snapped against yours, his cock diving into your deepest parts and about to make you fall apart again. “You’re going to be the death of me, ya know that?” His voice quivered the slightest bit as he buried his face in your neck, and with his chest flush against yours, you could feel the rapid beat of his heart as it pounded only for you. 

The fire had dimmed by now, the dark red flame covered by ash and residue parts of scorched wood fighting for its last ounce of oxygen, while the heavy snowfall outside had calmed. However, when you let your nails scrape down Wriothesley’s back, leaving red marks beside the already residing scars along his skin, while his body eventually tensed up, fingers digging into the fat of your hips and cock pulsing, coating the walls of your insides in white- You knew that your night had barely even started yet. 

“Shit- Can’t wait to see you all round and swollen with my kid inside you, darling.”

[unboundprompts]

hi!! im writing a story and everything is moving smoothly except for the part when they are outside because it’s winter and there’s snow.

now i’ve never seen snow or know what that type of weather feels like and i want to describe how it can affect the characters while they are talking outside a party, they are both escaping the loud noises from inside but i would like to describe if their noses turn red or if they feel their cheeks bone, something like that. could you help me? please and thank you!

How to Describe a Character in Cold Weather

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

As they stepped out into the crisp winter air, the contrast was immediate. The noise from the party muffled to a distant hum, replaced by the serene silence of the snow-covered night.

The cold nipped at their cheeks, making them feel tingly and alive, while their breath formed little clouds in the frosty air.

Snowflakes drifted down from the sky like tiny, glistening stars. They landed in his eyelashes as they spoke, causing him to blink as he fought off the chill.

Their noses reddened quickly, a vivid splash of color against the pale backdrop.

Her cheeks were blushed pink from the cold, and she sniffled to stop her nose from running.

They could feel the cold biting at the tips of their ears and the bridge of their noses, an icy reminder of winter’s presence.

Their teeth were chattering as they spoke. No matter how much they willed them to stop, they were relentless.

They both instinctively pulled their scarves a little tighter around their necks, trying to ward off the chill.

The air was biting at his skin, and he felt nearly too cold to even move.

Her fingers were numb beneath her gloves.

The snow crunched softly beneath their feet, and the soft, powdery flakes that landed on their eyelashes melted away almost instantly, leaving tiny droplets that made their lashes feel heavy. 

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dad's bestfriend no outbreak!joel miller x female!reader

warnings / smut. mentions of masturbation. p in v. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, don't be a goofy goober). semi-public sex (in the backyard, poor neighbors). dacryphilia-ish. dub-con/non-con elements (?). age gap (reader is like 18-20s jus cus there’s mentions of graduations. joel is like 40s-ish.) no outbreak / pre outbreak. pet names (sweets, sweetpea n kiddo but not during the sex). grumpy!joel. old!joel. dad's best friend!joel (the old favorite trope). pervy!joel (?). pervy!reader (?). fem!reader. afab!reader. very obviously not a classy party

you shouldn't be feeling not thinking this way about your dad's bestfriend, who's been like a second dad to you your whole life. but oh— the way he talks, the way he walks, that texan accent that you can't help but imagine what it be like head pushed into a mattress as he thrust himself into yo– "kiddo." joel tapped his finger on the table, his oh so sexy texan accent ringing you back into reality. "your dad wants you to stay with me 'nd sarah 'til he gets back from the city."

you nodded, wasn't unusual either way, eating breakfast with the miller's, but a whole week, breakfast, lunch and dinner with joel? god— how the hell where you supposed to huddle into a piece of his clothing, using your finger as if it was his own on your pearl. wearing the skirt you know is to short for anyone, knowing your father would disagree with them. "m'kay." you mumbled, spoon in your mouth as you delivered the frosty flakes to your mouth.

"when you gonna be back?" you asked, maybe in hope to get some down time while he's gone– not to mention when sarah's gone.

"oh, i'm off today," he said gruffly, eyeing you from across the table, "uncle tommy is gon' drop off sarah today." he sipped out the cup of black coffee, which just made you shudder in disgust, black coffee? disgusting.

"oh, cool." shoulder sagging slightly, cursing at yourself silently for touching your self so much it became a routine. a daily one. chewing at your bottom lip immediately going back to eating your frosty flakes. you stood up, the chair moving, scraping against the floor as it pushed away from you. after you waved sarah goodbye, it was in for a long, boring day. you couldn't play with yourself, and sarah was out until three-four o'clock today.

joel huffed gruffly, "hey kid." your attention snapped to him, looking at him with big eyes, "i was wonderin' if you wanted to help me outside to get ready for the cook out tonight?" eagerly, you nodded, "then go get me the buns, sweets." he gestured towards the pantry. watching the way your body swayed, the way your ass peaked out that skirt that you fruitlessly had been trying to tug down all morning.

his pants tightened, his bulge growing slightly larger under the revalation. he opened the sliding door, stepping out to get a breath of fresh air, and to work on the grill. as you stepped out with the hamburger and hot dog buns, his eyes dilated at your thighs, specifically where your skirt rising as you walk to the picnic table. he walked over to you, muttering with a thick texan accent, "thanks kiddo."

"'m not a kid" you huffed, "i literally jus' graduated!"

"so grown up aren'tcha babes?" he hissed, something in him, just— snapped. watching you in that skirt, watching you prance around so innocently when you're not. "then why ain't you workin'? why you still livin' with your daddy?" joel stepped in front of you, nudging you into the side of the wooden picnic table. "grown up my ass— 'cause you may be graduated but i don't ever want you to cock a damn attitude with me 'cause you all big 'n grown up."

you nodded, sucking in your stomach, a poor attempt to make yourself smaller, but in the revelation making your back painfully press against the table. "i'm s-sorry—" you whimpered, fingers latching onto his plaid long-sleeved shirt as you shifted to onto the table, legs spread around joel.

"damn right your sorry—" he gritted, as he slowly gave into his primal urges, pulling your skirt away from your body, the frilly little thing pooling at your ankles. what was he thinking? he wasn't. not one thought in that head of his. but those lace underwear— you weren't even trying to fight back! you probably wanted it, whether you admitted it or not.

"joel—" you whimpered, "i think— i want you."

"i know you do." he pulled the lace away, just enough space for his painfully hard cock. he slowly undid his belt, watching your nervous gaze, "what? ain't ever see a man's cock before?" he said, "probably used to seein' 'em tiny little things, ain'tcha sweets?"

you nodded as he set his belt beside you, it wasn't necessarily living out your dreams of being forced into the mattress, but it's joel. and he's got you wrapped around his finger. or his cock. his once belted up jeans now unbuttoned, pulled at his ankles, followed by his boxers. his harden cock, already leaking of precum, perked up. joel swiped his finger over the tip, swiping the precum on his index finger.

your eyes followed followed his movements eagerly, watching how he lined himself up to jerk into your tight hole, his free hand gripping your thigh as he pushed himself in you, "fuck—" he hissed, "s'damn tight, shoulda lubed up."

the first noise that left your lips was a whimper, he was way too big for you. "quit your bitchin' sweets, not even half way in ya yet."

your fingers gripped his shoulders, "then go all the way in!" you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to avoid the tears, he hurt. bad. his took his thumb and caressed your cheek, finally filling you up with his cock. he was bigger than most people you'd been with, part of it because he was more developed than most men you'd been with. but that's not to be worried about yet, anyways.

a soft whimper, along with a slight tear sliding down your cheek, "cryin' f'me?" joel grunted in your ear, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pounded into your tight hole. "good, 'cause your my girl."

oh you where so tight, he was about to spill in you right then and there, like a virgin-kind of tight. like all the guys you'd been with had been small. "fuck— you tryin' to slice my dick off?"

he had you seeing stars with every little thrust, until he spilled his warm seed in you, guess who needs plan b now. "fuck!" he groaned out as you let out a moan of pleasure, tears rolling down your cheek as he pulled out of you, tugging his boxers back up, than his jeans.

you slumped against him while he had his belt unbuckled but through his loops. "if you wanted to be fucked by your old man, you shoulda asked." his fingers ran through your hair as he redressed you like you where a doll.

picking you up bridal style, carrying you into the house. he walked to the couch, setting you on it gently, draping a blanket on you. "did s'good." he whispered gently, his rough calloused fingers treading through your hair softly.

when sarah arrived home, the adler's told her to 'be careful, sounded like there where animals in the backyard.' but if only they knew it wasn't animals going at it.

[lovelytsunoda]

sleigh ride // lance stroll

summary: christmas has never been his holiday. but she adores it, and he wants to make this christmas one that she won't forget.

pairing: lance stroll x fiancee!reader

warnings: marriage proposals, fluffy lance, it's super duper cheesy, lance quotes emily henry's "beach read", where can i get a lance

the snow fell down on niagara falls in scattered flurries, the waterfalls the town used as their namesake almost frozen solid in motion as they spilled into lake ontario. the sun was setting, with niagara-on-the-lake doused in an orange-pink glow as the couple ran out of the b'n'b, giggling hand in hand.

"lance, where are we going?" she giggled, mitten-clad hand clutched in her boyfriend's as he pulled her along the snowy sidewalk.

"just trust me, but you'll need to close your eyes." lance stroll insisted, turning to face her, pressing his warm lips to her rapidly cooling forehead. "we're almost there."

"if you say so." she chortled, closing her eyes and following lance as he guided her, gentle flakes falling against her knitted hat.

the breeze was cold, cutting through the many layers that they both wore as lance urged her forwards. her mind was swimming with all the possibilities lance could have come up with, but she couldn't settle on any.

christmas had never been his thing. he was raised jewish, and she had celebrated hannukah with his family before, so why would he celebrate christmas anyways? the answer was simple: because she enjoyed it. he could convince himself to embrace a little more of the christmas spirit than normal when she was around, when she insisted on putting that stunning tree in their living room, or buying elf ears for their dog.

"okay, you can open your eyes now."

she opened her eyes, instantly covering her mouth to stop the delighted scream from coming out and scaring the horses. sitting in front of her were two stunning black mares, towing a snow-white sleigh, decorated with white glitter and snowflakes, a plush throw blanket thrown over the bench in the back.

"lance, this is incredible!"

lance beamed, glowing under the streetlamps as he pulled open the metal gate door. "milady." he giggled, reaching for her gloved hand to help her into the sleigh.

she curled into him on the bench, lance fluffing the blanket out behind and over their bodies before the well-dressed man sat in the driver's seat of the sleigh flashed them a smile, and the horses began their slow trot down the cobblestones.

she slipped her gloves off, taking lance's cold hand in hers as she played with his fingers, head resting comfortably on his shoulder. her breath crystallized in the air, snowflakes falling into the sleigh and promptly melting on the winter mats on the ground.

lance himself was fidgety, the tiffany and co. box burning a hole in the pocket of his parka. he was so anxious about asking that he'd almost done it that morning, over coffee and croissants at breakfast.

but she deserved more than that. she deserved something meaningful, something special (not that there was anything wrong with a little bit of privacy and keeping it lowkey, he just wanted to have a great proposal story to pass down to their kids. after y/n told him that her father proposed to her mother by saying 'we need to talk', he vowed that his proposal would be special).

she turned her head, pressing a frosty kiss to his warm skin. "i love you, lance."

he smiled, burying his nose in the top of her knitted hat. " i love you more, pretty girl. i've got another surprise for you, if you're up for it."

she looked up at him, hair falling in front of her face, skin pink from the cold as she smiled back at him. "what kind of surprise?"

"you'll see. it's just around this corner, love."

the sleigh pulled up to a small gazebo, cords of string lights wrapped around the weathered wooden beams to light up the small space, now that the sun was behind the clouds, the last dregs of daylight hovering in the space between night and day.

lance got to his feet, opening the sleigh gate before the driver could even get down from his perch. with her long fleece scarf hanging down to her knees, she daintily descended from the sleigh, hand in hand with her boyfriend as he led her towards the gazebo.

the snow beneath their feet was dusted with deep purple rose petals, some small tea light candles on the steps. as they got closer to the gazebo, she could see the small lightbox letters, lit up in a warm, soft yellow as they got closer, spelling out two words.

marry me.

"oh, lance." she breathed, at a loss for words as she anxiously wringed her hands.

she could hear the wooden boards creaking behind her as lance sunk down to one knee, reaching into his pocket for the turquoise box. he rested the box on his knee, frozen hands shaking as he pulled it open.

"i really should have thought this through a little better. i'm cold as shit." he giggled nervously. "but i know christmas means a lot to you, and i wanted to make this as special as i could."

she gasped, hands coming up to cover her mouth as she saw the ring: a single princess-cut diamond resting on a silver band, two small pink gemstones holding the center gem in place.

"y/n, i'm head over heels for you, and i always have been. every morning i wake up next to you, and i think, this could all go away. the racing, the money, the fame, all of it. but as long as i had you by my side, i wouldn't care. as long as i had you, i'd be happy. because you make me so happy, y/n. you remind me of all the good in the world, all the reasons to keep going. in the words of emily henry, yes, i've read your romance books, 'when i watch you sleep, i feel overwhelmed that you exist'. man, she got that right. i feel overwhelmed with love, and with care. and some days, i wonder why you chose me when you could have had any man you wanted. y/n y/'l/n. pretty girl. love of my life." lance sniffled, wiping at the tear that was threatening to fall into his stubble. "will you marry me?"

"yes!" she shouted, her voice echoing across the clearing as she started to giggle. "yes, of course i'll marry you." her eyes started to sting, tears pricking the corners of her vision, so overcome with love for man on his knees in front of her.

she sunk to her knees as well, the frost on the gazebo cold against the knees on her jeans. she clasped lance's hands in her own, pulling him in for a gentle kiss before he slipped the ring onto her finger, foreheads resting against each other.

"thank you so much for saying yes. i can't think of a day in the foreseeable future that i don't want to spend with you by my side."

"oh, lance." she laughed through her tears of joy. "don't make me cry."

"i'm not trying to, my love." he laughed, tears pricking at his eyes. "god, i just love you so much."

"i love you more." she laughed, tucking her arms around him, pulling him in for a hug before glancing down at the sterling silver on her finger.

lance kissed her hairline, holding her close and breathing in her scent.

if this was every day for the rest of his life, then he was wondering why he'd waited so long to ask.

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@libraryofloveletters @magnummagnussen @lorarri @httpiastri @cartierre @sidcrosbyspuck @scuderiamh @oconso @thatsdemko @silversainz

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☃️❄️Tpwkwriters December fic recs 🎄💫

It’s the most wonderful time of the year!! And these fics will certainly most make you feel more festive and cosy! All credit goes to these writers and accounts, as normal my DMs are always open, if anybody wants to be added/removed from this completion let me know!

As usual lots of love and stay safe this winter ❄️🩵

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Gingerbread kisses- @finelinevogue

Christmassy kisses- @finelinevogue

Holidays with Harry- @harrysfolklore

Wife material- @harrysfolklore

Let it settle- @twostepstyless

We’re matching- @twostepstyless

Christmas cookies- @jarofstyles

The perfect tree- @storiesforallfandoms

Gifts- @tinydestinybear

Christmas Eve- @fictionalwh0ree

Baby it’s cold outside- @watermelonlovershigh

This Christmas- @leveller-75

Matilda- @goldenbuckyyy

That’s my apron- @glitteredrry

Christmas dance- @astranva

Christmas in Holmes chapel- @nationalharryleague

I gave you my heart- @suchalonelysunflower

Baby it’s cold outside- @watermelonlovershigh

New home for the holidays- @1025cherrystreet

This- @sapphicgarlic

This- @kissme-hs

The Christmas gift- @hesmygolden

Christmas spirit- @crowdedimagines

Christmas morning- @afeb

Winter flakes- @oghoneytryst

A dad!harry Christmas!- @lovecanyon

Snow plow- @lovemepleaase

Holiday wishes, mistletoe kisses- @berrynarrybanana

Baking made easy- @harrysgloves

Frosty the snowman- @gucciwins

25 days of Christmas- @emotionally-imbruised

Underneath the tree- @all-things-fic

It’s not Christmas ‘til you come home- @tobesolonely

Christmas lights and love bites- @mouthfulloftoothpasterry

Santas grotto- @musicforastylesrestaurant

One year- @watchmegetobsessed

12 days of ficmas by @watermelonlovershigh

25 day advent calendar by @twostepstyless

Christmas Thyme- @ihearthes

Part 2- @ihearthes

———-☃️❄️Happy holidays to you all 🎄✨————

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Tony's Frosty Flakes

[tetsuskei]

frosty rituals - kuroo tetsurō [fluff]

synopsis: celebrating the first snow of the year with your best friend ultimately leads to something more

notes: this was originally a request done for my dear omi @/gojoed and i liked it a lot and decided to repost to celebrate the winter season. banner by wonderful remi @/cafekitsune. <3

warnings: gender neutral reader, mutual pinning, reformatted but not entirely edited oops

word count: 1.7k

it was tradition as always to watch the first snow together. you had seen the snow forecast early in the week, but the chances of it actually happening were slim to none. nevertheless, you needed to be prepared.

everything was set: the white crayon in the freezer, the spoon under the pillow, and the ice already flushed down the toilet*. there was no way that it wouldn’t snow.

kuroo, your friend and neighbor (and current crush), knew of all of your special rituals. he'd teased you about them and childish they were, but you just called him an old man who didn’t know how to have fun.

so when your restlessness got the best of you and you woke up in the middle of the night, the first thing you did was peer out the window.

your heart lifted with awe and joy at seeing the white flakes dance softly to the ground, sticking and collecting there. you knew it was a genius idea to wear your pjs inside out*.

scrambling out of bed, you reach for your phone and run out, grabbing your coat and slipping on your shoes. running across the street, you rap on the front door.

after waiting for awhile with no response, you eventually decide to call. you rock on the balls of your feet as you await for the person to the phone.

"...hello?" his voice is fairly deep, layered with sleep when he answers.

"tetsu! it happened, i was right!" you beam, jumping around.

"right about what?" he asks, confused.

"the snow! look outside!”

kuroo yanks back the curtain of his window, eyes widening at the blanket of white covering the ground. "well i'll be damned."

"yeah, that's right! now come outside!" you tell him, turning to look back out at the snow.

"what? no, it's freezing." he says, instinctively wrapping himself up tighter in his blankets he dragged off the bed.

"i'm outside your house so you have to!" you respond, shifting in your spot on his porch.

"w-what? outside? are you out of your mind? come inside, it's cold out." he says, worry laced in his voice at the thought of you freezing.

"i don't have my spare key." you answer sheepishly, cheeks burning with embarrassment. you hear a low grumble before some shuffling and background noise.

"...i'll be out in a second."

you both hang up and you continue admiring the snow in piece. you decide to sit down on the bench in front of kuroo’s house while you wait for him.

you don’t know what it is about it, but the sight of snow just makes you so happy. being able to admire flakes and know that no two flakes look the same and are all unique and different beings a warmth to your soul, ironically enough.

“if i would’ve guess, i would’ve thought you’d never seen snow before.”

the sound of kuroo’s voice makes you jump and you turn to see his tall figure bundled up in a coat, hat, and some gloves all on top of his night clothes. he looks cozy and warm and that makes you shiver in your spot due to your very own lack of layering.

he notices right away. “where’s your hat and gloves?”

“all at home. i rushed out to come over here.” you answer, shoving your hands further into your pathetic, shallow pockets. if you ball your hands up enough, you can keep the circulation going. you think.

“here.” he places his own hat on your head, taking your smaller hands and slipping on his gloves, and finally wrapping his scarf around you. he leans down as he does it and you feel your heart beat fast at the close proximity.

his face is close and you can feel his inhuman body heat radiating off of him. the sight of the tip of his nose and cheeks painted with a blush makes him like ethereal in the late night.

“try not to be so reckless and freeze yourself to death.” he scolds, flicking your forehead. you scrunch your nose and frown.

“sorry.” you apologize sheepishly, hiding your face in his scarf. you instantly feel at home when the smell of his scent filters your nose.

“don’t worry about it.” he shakes off, stuffing his hands in his pockets before looking up. “it’s really coming down, isn’t it? we were only supposed to get half an inch.”

“thanks to my rituals, i’m sure it contributed to us having an abundance of snow.”

kuroo laughs. “or maybe the meteorologist better start looking for a new job.”

you pout, frowning at him. “you’re no fun.”

he laughs, before sighing. "well, we really should go inside now, i’m serious. it's late and we don't need to be out here anymore." he says, starting towards the door.

you protest. “b-but—”

“b-but what? see, you’re s-stuttering from the c-cold. let’s go.” he says before walking towards the door.

you glare at his backside before leaning down and doing the first thing that comes to mind. it all happens so fast you don’t even register your own movements by the time you’ve thrown the snowball at him.

he turns around and blinks slowly. "did...did you just throw snow at me?"

"no." you lie, looking away from him. “must’ve been the wind.”

a sinister look appears on his face. your life might be over tonight.

“yanno, you shouldn’t start a fight you can’t win.” he stalks towards you and you panic.

“t-tetsu! i’m sorry—i didn’t mean to—” you hide behind a bush before quickly molding another snowball and pelting him with it. in the face.

“ow! that kind of hurt!” he says sheepishly hiding his face in his hands as he crumples to the ground.

“did it?” your concern raises. you see him nod and rush over to him. you try to peak at his face but he’s moving too much. “let me see.”

a hazel eye peaks out at you. “oh sweetheart, you really should be more careful.” quickly, he pelts you with not one, but three snowballs.

“bastard!” you crawl on the ground and quickly form another snowball before throwing it.

unfortunately, you miss badly.

kuroo laughs before he slips and topples over and you run over to help him up. wincing at how cold and red his hands are, you decide to put the fight to an end.

“let’s go inside before your fingers freeze.” you say before pulling him away.

“only if you say that i won.” he bargains.

you scoff and roll your eyes. “fine, tetsu, you win.”

he wears a smug look on his face as he starts towards the house and you tell him to not let his ego get so big.

once inside, he shoves an old sweatshirt of his over you and you mumble a small 'thank you' as he gets up to go get you hot drinks. in the meantime, you talk another everything and nothing.

“be careful, it’s hot.” he warns calmly, carefully handing the hot cocoa to you.

you smile at him. “thanks, tets.”

he sits down with his own cup and you notice how ridiculously small the mug looks in his hands.

you never really studied his hands this up close and you look at them in awe. they’re a lot larger than yours and rougher too. you know it’s from all of his years playing volleyball.

“why are you staring at my hands like that?” kuroo inquires, a brow raised.

you panic, looking up quickly before your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape.

“your hands are so cold.” you comment dumbly, nodding towards the red digits.

“maybe because i gave someone my only pair of gloves.” he jokes and you sigh.

“i’m sorry, that wasn’t responsible of me.” you say.

“stop apologizing, i’d rather it be me than you. plus i run hot most of the time anyways.” he assures.

a lightbulb appears over you head and you turn towards him, placing the cocoa down. “give me your hands.”

he pauses, eyes widening as he sputters. “w-what?”

“you feel your cheeks burn but huff, grabbing hold of his large hands. “if…you’re cold. i can warm them up…”

“oh…sure…” he says, relaxing his hands in your hold. “ah, for how long…?” he really hopes you can’t see the red on his face.

“long enough for them to get warm.” you answer.

“that…may take awhile.” he says, looking down to see if you detect his lie.

you look past it, resting your head on his shoulder. “that’s fine.”

the two of you look out the window in silence for a moment. it’s peaceful.

"tetsu?"

he hums.

"your pyjamas are inside out." you comment, grinning.

he flinches, looking as if he'd been caught red handed as he glances down. "and so what? i just thought i’d entertain your silly little game."

"it's not a 'silly game if it worked, now is it?" you grin, looking at him with a smile.

“i guess not, shorty.” he answers, grinning back. you’re cute. he thinks he could kiss you.

"tetsu?"

he hums again.

"sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night." you apologize, bowing your head slightly out of embarrassment.

he clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "what did i say about apologizing?” he looks away again. “really, it's fine. honestly, i wouldn't want to do this with anyone else."

he admits, squeezing your hands. and in the dark you make out just the faintest tint of blush across his cheeks.

"really?" you perk up and he swears he feels his heart leap.

"really. it's our tradition, isn't it?" he says, a small smile on his face. he looks back outside. "wouldn't be right if we broke it."

you daze at him in awe. “you’re right.” your eyes glance at the clock and cringe at the time.

“i think i should go.” you tell him, starting to pull your hands away.

“what?” kuroo panics and grips your hands tightly, feeling flustered when you look at him with surprise.

“just…stay here tonight. there's no point in you going back out there." he says. “besides, you didn’t finish your hot chocolate.”

“if you insist, i’ll stay the night.” you chuckle, resting your head back on him.

“mm, i’d like it more if you’d stay with me every night.” he answers boldly, his eyes looking to you.

your face burns as you meet his eyes and you lean into him. you fully lace your fingers within his, never wanting to let go. “i’d like that, too.”

he kisses the top of your head. “good.”

and if there’s one thing you can thank your luck for, it’s for the snow bringing you two together. maybe you two are fated to be after all.

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*these are all traditions from when you hope it snows, i hope that is clear here!